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The first time Yoongi saw Jimin was at the afterparty of a fashion show. He didn’t want to go. Was quite irritated when he was forced by his manager because they wanted to keep their ‘connection,’ with the fashion house.

Yoongi had decided he’d just be there for a few minutes before returning home.

That thought flew his mind when he met Park Jimin.

Yoongi was busy talking to Taehyung when he noticed the scent of another omega. A scent so sweet that his nose twitched and he was looking over to the source. Only to have his breath caught in his chest and his words freezing in his throat.

Park Jimin had looked at him with innocent curiosity and Yoongi had looked at him with barely concealed hunger.

It was overbearing. The eruption of something so primal, it had Yoongi reeling in shock.

The omega stood there. Dolled up in something that complimented his figure quite well. Pointing out his curves and edges for Yoongi’s intense gaze.

Yoongi had checked him out shamelessly. The thought of coming off brash didn’t even come to his mind because he was just so occupied with the omega in front of him.

Jimin had noticed. He had looked away with tinted cheeks.

There was something naïve about the way the omega had blushed, ducked his head, and tried to avert his gaze from Yoongi. Yet, his sweetening scent gave away his interest. Told Yoongi of the omega’s own feelings about him.

Yoongi took that chance with a greed he never felt before.

When Taehyung and the others left their side, he stepped closer to the omega, “would you like a drink, doll?”

Jimin had looked at him with those enchanting wide eyes and quivering lips, “I—”

Yoongi knew at that very moment.

He wanted that omega.

“Let me get you a drink,” Yoongi picked up a champagne and gave it to Jimin.

Jimin had taken a small sip, looking anywhere but at him. Yoongi had guided him away from the others. Both of them stranded in their own world at the corner of the terrace.

It didn’t take long for Yoongi to get a smile out of Jimin and then a few laughs. He knew he was good at it. Making omegas fall all over him. Yet, seeing Jimin smile like that felt different. He felt his chest expanding every time Jimin giggled behind his hand.

It didn’t take long for him to ask the omega to follow him. The suggestion was clear in his voice, in his expression. Jimin had heard it. Seen it.

Yoongi didn’t like wasting time in such cases. He liked to make it quick. There was no point in wasting time when they could get it over with and go their own ways.

When Jimin nodded, he led Jimin to the washroom. To have the omega kneel for him. To fuck that pretty face.

Jimin wasn’t good at it.

It was clear he didn’t have much experience. That somehow made Yoongi go harder. Fuck his throat with quick thrusts while holding his face between his hands until there were tears in Jimin’s eyes and the alpha came down his throat with a groan. The orgasm washed over him with such intensity, that it had his toes curling.

When he pulled Jimin up to kiss the omega on the mouth, he had reached between Jimin’s legs.

Only for the omega to pull away, shyly whisper how he came just from Yoongi fucking his throat. Yoongi had stood there. A little puzzled. Yet, he had felt his cock filling up all over again.

He would have taken the omega home but he couldn’t. Not when his hardening cock was not the only thing he felt.

There was something else. A type of stirring in his chest that made goosebumps break out on his skin. He hated it.

So, he had led Jimin out of the washroom stall. Only to come face to face with Taehyung who had looked at them like he had seen a ghost.

Yoongi didn’t care for what he knew the omega was thinking but by the look on Jimin’s face, it seemed like Jimin really cared about Taehyung’s opinion.

But Yoongi had to leave. Leave before he did something stupid. Leave before that stirring made him succumb and take the omega home.

“See you around, babe,” with that, the alpha walked out of the washroom.

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He had found another model to take home that night. Something he did just to prove to himself that he was just horny. It had nothing to do with who he fucked. He just wanted to have sex.

He had come face to face with Jimin when Jungkook called him over. Yoongi held the model he was about to take home in his arm and Jimin saw. Of course, he saw. Jimin had looked sad and when Yoongi left, all he thought about was how Jimin’s smile dropped when he saw that model with Yoongi.

That night he had fucked the model while thinking about the omega and he couldn’t bring himself to climax. He had left the model in the guestroom and went to his room to wash himself off. Had jerked off to the thought of a certain omega whose mouth he had wrapped around him just a few hours ago.

As he stood and watched the cum dripping down the tiles of his shower, all he could think about was how much he wanted Jimin in his arms again.

“Fuck!”

Yoongi had turned the spray on.

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Yoongi had tried to forget Jimin since then. He had slept with quite a few omegas to forget that omega’s face or how pretty he looked while getting his throat fucked.

Nothing helped.

Somehow Jimin lingered. Somehow the omega stayed and slowly made Yoongi lose his mind over the raw craving he had for him.

An omega. A plaything. That’s all an omega was to Yoongi. Always.

Yet, Park Jimin settled under his skin and Yoongi gave in one day.

He went to another stupid party and Jimin was there. That’s the night he took the omega home after apologizing to him for leaving the last time. Jimin had looked sceptical. Unsure of Yoongi’s advances. That was until Yoongi had pulled him in and kissed him quiet. Whispering how badly he wanted the omega to forgive him and come with him.

‘Once. I’ll have him once and this craving will wear off. It’s just curiosity and once I have him, it’ll wear off!’ he had told himself as he undressed the omega that night in his penthouse.

He was so riled up, that he had Jimin on the couch for the first time. Opening him up with curses falling from his lips before he had taken the omega.

It was with Jimin’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, the omega’s whimpers in his ears as he had fucked into him, that Yoongi had realized one time won’t be enough.

He had reached his orgasm with the realization that he still wanted more of Park Jimin and as he had pulled back to look down at Jimin’s face, he knew… he was fucked.

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The craving didn’t cease. No matter how many times Yoongi went back to Jimin, the craving stayed the same. Intensified, in fact.

Every time the omega smiled at him, every time those eyes filled with warmth upon seeing him, every time those lips formed his name, every time he captured those lips because his name uttered by Park Jimin felt like the punishment for his greatest sins, Yoongi had craved Jimin more.

More and more and more.

That is why when Namjoon confronted him about what the omega meant to him, Yoongi lost his footing.

Park Jimin wasn’t supposed to mean anything to him. No omega ever meant anything to him.

So, under Namjoon’s observing gaze, he offered to take the omega to Namjoon’s place. For an orgy. Something so very normal for them to have with willing omegas. Something he thought Jimin would agree to. Probably. He’d ask.

Yet, there was a part of him that had protested. The idea of anyone seeing Jimin like that, orgasm washing over him, tears lining his eyes, made something churn in Yoongi’s guts and yet he had told Namjoon he’d bring the omega to his place.

For an orgy where it’d be him, Namjoon, and Hoseok with Jimin.

Only because he couldn’t accept what Namjoon was hinting at. Only because accepting what Namjoon said would be a loss Yoongi wasn’t ready for.

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Min Yoongi knew he did everything wrong to lose Park Jimin down the road so when Jimin cut their ‘arrangement’ off, it wasn’t news to him. He had accepted it and told himself that it was inevitable.

He didn’t acknowledge the fact that he drove the omega out of his life when he realized no matter how many times he had Jimin, he would never stop wanting more and that thought alone forced him to be the worst version of himself. Just so Jimin would leave him and the omega did.

Jimin had left him and Yoongi had hoped the omega lived a better life. With someone who would know what to do with the stirring in their chest when Jimin smiled at them.

Unlike Yoongi.

Unlike Min Yoongi who dimmed that smile.

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The doorbell rings, much to Yoongi’s dismay. He closes the microwave and goes to open the door.

Jimin stands on the other side of the door.

Yoongi’s eyes roam over the omega. From his blond locks of hair to the glittery heels on his feet. He takes in the omega’s loose-fitting silk shirt that’s tucked into his leather pants. He takes in how dishevelled the omega looks. Makeup smudged a little around the edges. Those eyes are a little glossy. Those lips shining with a light orange tint.

“What are you—”

Jimin steps inside and kicks the door closed after himself, “it’s my last night as an unmarried man,” he bites onto his lower lip, “tomorrow afternoon, I’m getting married. If you forgot.”

Yoongi would like to think he did forget. Would like to believe Jimin is not important enough for him to remember such a detail. So he shrugs. Not sure why the omega is here anyway.

“That doesn’t answer why you’re here,” he gestures at the omega’s attire, “you look like you were to go to a party or something.”

“It’s my last day as an unmarried man,” Jimin repeats in a withering voice.

Yoongi can see the turmoil behind those eyes and somehow it manages to stir his insides. Something that irks him to his very core.

He frowns, “you know you can just say no to this marriage, right?” he pokes his tongue against his cheek, “no one’s going to force you.”

A sardonic smile crosses Jimin’s lips, “are you sure about that?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “no, not sure. I’ve no idea why you’re marrying that old hag anyway.”

“He was the first person who agreed to take me on his shows,” Jimin doesn’t match Yoongi’s eyes, “he came to one of those parties and my that time manager asked me to look after him.”

Yoongi tilts his head, “look after him—”

The meaning becomes clearer with each passing second Jimin looks down at his feet.

Yoongi’s jaw ticks with nerves. His brows furrow.

“How old were you?”

Jimin sighs, “twenty years and three months. Yeah, I remember that vividly. It was,” he squirms, walking around Yoongi to go and sit on the couch, “weird.”

Yoongi shifts on his feet, “did he force himself on you?”

Jimin snorts, “I agreed to go with him. I had something to gain—”

“Did he,” Yoongi’s voice dips, “force himself on you?”

Jimin looks at him with defiant eyes then, “no. He didn’t force himself on me. He had a different request,” Jimin curses when Yoongi arches a brow, “don’t fucking judge me, okay?! My appa died when I was twelve and my eomma gave me her last savings to come into this field because I wanted to. I had to debut! I had no other options! So, don’t judge me!” he stands up with hands balled beside him, trembling with nerves, “I didn’t enjoy that!” his voice wavers, “I was scared and yet when he asked me to take off my clothes,” he shudders, “I agreed because he had something I wanted from him in return. So...”

Jimin feels dread filling him when he thinks about that night. A night he forced out of his mind. A night he tries so hard to suppress somewhere deep in him.

“He asked me to get naked and use a toy on myself,” Jimin closes his eyes, “he recorded me, took pictures of me, sat and watched me while jerking himself off. Don’t judge me, I—”

“I’m not judging you,” Yoongi’s voice coaxes him out of that thought, making him look at the alpha, “I don’t think a person’s values lie on how many people they slept with. If it did, the people like me would be on the lowest step of society.”

“You are in my eyes,” Jimin mutters.

Yoongi snorts, “fair,” he licks his lips, “what happened that night shouldn’t have happened,” he says calmly, “he used his power to coax you into submission. Which should be punished. There was a clear power imbalance. He…”

“He’s holding those pictures and clips over my head,” Jimin murmurs, “now he wants to collect the price he couldn’t back then because he got a call from his husband.”

Yoongi looks at the microwave when it dings and back at Jimin, “so, you don’t really want to marry him.”

Jimin’s lips curl with disgust, “why on earth would I want to marry a man who did that to me?! Would have done worse if his then-husband didn’t call?! What can be the possible reason for that?!”

“Money,” Yoongi shrugs, going to the microwave, “security. Power. He comes from old money. You can think of that and want to settle down with him. My papa did,” he pulls out the tray, “he married my appa who was sixteen years older than him for the security and money even when he brought most of it to the marriage. But, he was an omega so his family wasn’t about to leave it all to him if he didn’t find an alpha. He found appa. He gave appa the money, power and an heir,” he points at himself, “as worthless as the heir can be, and then he dove into the life of drugs and sex. Appa doesn’t care. He has plenty of omegas falling on his dick too. They’ve been happily married for almost thirty years now.”

Jimin stares, “you… call that happily married?”

Yoongi calls it a lot of names but Jimin doesn’t need to know any of that. He puts the tray of lasagna on the counter and searches for a plate.

“I call it convenient,” he picks up a plate and then takes another, “they’re together since and well, papa loves his drugs and riding dicks. Appa loves the life he is leading now with the money and power papa brought in that strengthened our company.”

Jimin frowns in confusion. The words make no sense in his mind and Yoongi understands. Jimin, if he knows the omega even a little, is not like him or Namjoon or Hoseok. He comes from a different version of the world that Yoongi never lived in.

Yoongi sighs, “anyway… I still don’t know why you’re here.”

Jimin loses the fight in him. He slumps in himself and looks away from the alpha.

“It’s my bachelor party tonight,” his eyes flicker uncertainly, “I didn’t feel like partying. I don’t want tomorrow to roll in and I can’t do anything to stop it.”

Yoongi puts some lasagna on one plate and some on the other. He takes the time to look at the omega. Jimin looks slouched in himself. His dimming scent carries the anxiety and hurt Yoongi smelt only twice before. He remembers those two times all too well, too.

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Jimin slapped Yoongi when Namjoon explained why he tried to kiss Jimin. The omega hadn’t given Yoongi a chance to explain or clear out the misunderstanding. Yoongi took a hold of his wrist and Jimin had whirled around and slapped him across the face. The shock had Yoongi reeling.

No one ever raised their hands on him. No one dared to ever raise their voice in front of him and Jimin just slapped him in front of his friends that night. Screaming out curses, calling him names, hyperventilating for breaths with tears pooling in his eyes.

Yoongi knew Hoseok and Namjoon were sharing alarmed looks. He knew the two of them were frozen in their places, waiting for his outburst.

There was no outburst. Instead, all Yoongi thought about was the sour scent of the omega’s pheromones. How terrified and hurt the scent was around him. That was the first time.

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There was a second time, too.

The car stops in front of Namjoon’s building and Yoongi takes another look at Jimin. Jimin, who is looking resolutely at the building and not at him. Yoongi is waiting for the omega to tell him to stop. To turn back the car and leave. Now he knows Jimin doesn’t want this and he knows that the time when he brought Jimin here was a pure miscommunication.

Yoongi is just waiting for Jimin to just drop the act and tell him to turn back the car. He wants Jimin to apologize for slapping him in front of his friends. That’s all he wants the omega to do. He doesn’t want to give in first. He didn’t want to break first when it was Jimin who said he would do it. He will sleep with Namjoon and Hoseok. On one condition.

Yoongi can’t be there.

Yoongi knows the omega was angry and he said it in anger more than anything but he can’t back out. Not when the omega’s slap still rings in his ears and he is so fucking angry himself.

So, he kills the engine and lets Jimin get out of the car. Following the omega inside. Yoongi doesn’t say anything when Namjoon opens the door.

Hoseok is cooking something. There is soft music playing. It clashes with Yoongi’s mood. Too mellow when there is a storm raging in his heart. Yoongi follows Jimin inside.

Jimin doesn’t sit on the couch. He stops in the middle of the living room and looks at Namjoon. Then at Hoseok.

Yoongi stands a few feet away. His eyes never leaving Jimin.

There is that scent again. The disturbing mix of anxiety with hurt. Jimin’s eyes keep travelling from Namjoon to Hoseok.

Yoongi grits his teeth.

It’s not supposed to be like this. This is not what he wanted or thought of.

He thought of sex. He thought the four of them would enjoy a night together. Just as they did with plenty of other omegas. The omegas who enjoyed it. Loved it. The ones who begged for more. Came back for more. He wanted just that with Jimin too. He didn’t think it’d drag them here. Like this.

It was never meant to be oppressing. Terrifying. Sad.

It was just sex. A gathering. A party with booze, good food and willing participants in sex.

That’s it.

Now it feels different. Jimin stands there and he is all sorts of wrong.

Yoongi doesn’t know how he is wrong but he is.

He doesn’t belong here.

He doesn’t belong in this apartment. He doesn’t belong under those dim lights. Or the music. The cautious but curious gazes of his friends on him…

Namjoon clears his throat, “please, sit, the dinner is almost ready,” he sounds uncertain, “Hobi—”

“I’m not here for dinner,” Jimin’s voice is void of any emotion, “I’d like to get it done with,” his eyes steer from Namjoon to Hoseok, “here?” he gestures at the couch, “or…”

Hoseok looks a little uneasy. Understandably so. He looks at Yoongi and Yoongi curses.

“For fuck’s sake,” he marches to grab the omega by his elbow, yanking him down the hallway to the room he knows is Namjoon’s bedroom, “stop it!”

He slams the door closed behind him and glares at the omega, “stop it! Stop making it sound like you’re a cheap whore we booked—”

“I’m just that to you all!” Jimin laughs deliriously, “I’m nothing but a cumdump as you’d call me. Nothing but a cheap whore you wet your knot in and now you want your friends to enjoy that too while you watch or maybe would join in if I let you!”

Yoongi groans, “listen! It was a fucking misunderstanding—”

“No, it’s not,” Jimin scoffs, “now I’m getting the right picture and you’ll let me. It’s okay. Don’t be upset,” he pouts, “I got it now. You don’t have to walk me through it, I understand.”

With each word, Jimin unbuttons his shirt. When he reaches the last one, he shrugs himself out of it. Let the material hit the ground.

Yoongi takes in the omega’s unblemished upper body. His toned chest and abs. Jimin starts with his pants under Yoongi’s gaze.

“You can leave and ask your fucking friends to come here,” Jimin kicks the jeans away, shoving the boxer down next, “and have me. Is there a position your friends like? On my knees?” his voice wavers, “you love that position. Don’t you? Me on my knees?! Maybe, they’d like me on the bed. Face buried in the pillows and ass up? Is that it? Shall I do that? Spread my ass so one of them can just put their cock in m—”

Letting him finish his words would be too much on his nerves, Yoongi decides. He marches over to hold the omega by his jaw and pulls him in a searing kiss. A kiss so harsh and deep, it has Jimin clinging onto him.

“You’re so fucking infuriating!” Yoongi growls in the kiss, “you’re driving me crazy here, angel!”

The omega’s hands are quick on his jeans. Unbuckling his belt and unzipping him enough to shove the material down to the knees. Yoongi is pushing Jimin on the bed then. Watching the omega fall on the plush mattress vertically. Still managing to glare at him while his legs spread. Yoongi folds his leg to rest his knee on the mattress before going to hover over the omega.

“All you had to do was,” he spits in his hand and reaches between Jimin’s legs to rub over his rim, already moist with slick, “say no!”

With it, he lowers himself on top of the omega. Takes a hold of his cock and rubs the tip against the rim. Jimin’s hands fly to grasp onto his back. Nails digging into his muscles. His eyes never waver from Yoongi’s face. The glare once falters when Yoongi bottoms out in him.

“Call them in,” the omega challenges almost, “I can take one in my mouth and the other in my ass with you—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Yoongi pulls out till the tip is in him and slams back in.

Jimin snorts with a mocking smirk, “why?” his hands pull Yoongi downwards, closer to him so he can whisper against the alpha’s lips, “you wanted to share. Go on, call them in so I can spread my legs for them—”

Yoongi picks up speed. His hips snapping back and forth. He doesn’t lose the eye contact. Both of them glaring at each other. Too lost in each other to hear the door crack open.

“Hey,” Namjoon’s voice rings in the room, “you two were gone for too long—”

Yoongi snarls as soon as the alpha’s scent invades the room’s air, “get out!”

His alpha timbre has Jimin tightening around him and Namjoon freezing at the doorstep. His bulging eyes on Yoongi and as that gaze starts to lower on Jimin, Yoongi grabs the blanket, yanking it over them to snarl at the alpha again.

Namjoon flinches and steps back, “shit! Sorry!”

He rushes to slam the door closed behind him as he leaves.

Yoongi picks up the speed. Angry now. He looks down to catch his breath. Jimin looks at him. With that mocking gleam in his eyes and those lips twitched with an equally mocking tilt.

Yoongi captures those lips in a kiss. Closing his eyes.

Jimin’s arms tighten around him as the omega kisses back.

His scent slowly going back to its familiar essence. Molten honey dripping off of freshly bloomed flowers.

Yoongi buries his face against Jimin’s neck, inhaling the scent to his lungs’ content.

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Yoongi remembers how he covered Jimin after the sex. Went outside to tell Hoseok and Namjoon that there will be no orgy. Only to find an empty apartment.

There was a note on the kitchen counter that was left by Namjoon.

‘So he /is/ special’ it said.

Yoongi had thrown it in the bin and sent a message to their group chat to ask where they were. Hoseok answered they had left for his place. Namjoon sent a message assuring Yoongi that he would burn his bed.

Yoongi couldn’t reply because Jimin was out of the room. He hadn’t spared Yoongi a glance. Just informed him that he booked a ride when Yoongi tried to stop him. Then the omega left.

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Yoongi looks at Jimin. And the omega smells of stress again. It has that same effect in his guts again. That unsettling effect that makes him shift on his spot.

“What are you here for, Jimin?” he needs the answer because the question circles his head, “why are you—”

“I want you to fuck me,” Jimin’s words stop him midway, the omega looks at him with an unblinking gaze, “one last time.”

“Why?” Yoongi doesn’t understand, “what’s that going to get you?”

“Nothing,” Jimin starts to unbutton his shirt, “but… I want you to fuck me. Why won’t you?”

Why won’t he? Because Jimin doesn’t look like himself. He doesn’t look like he has been himself for a long time now.

Yoongi doesn’t care. He really doesn’t. He knows since a young age that omegas are always looking for opportunities to milk alphas and the only thing they’re good in return is sex. Pleasuring the alphas. That’s it.

When an omega is willingly offering just that, Yoongi should take it. Why must he question it?

Yet, he can’t bring himself to ‘just take it.’

Not when Jimin looks so out of it. So stressed and disturbed.

Yoongi rounds the counter and Jimin takes it as him agreeing. His trembling fingers hurry to unbutton the last three buttons of his shirt and the omega frowns at his uncooperative hands. They shake with the nerves.

Yoongi stands in front of him and takes a hold of his hands. His hold tight enough for them to stop trembling. The warmth seeps from him to the omega’s cold palms.

Jimin looks up at him and Yoongi takes in those troubled eyes.

“You don’t have to marry him if you don’t want to,” he gently sways the omega closer, “just calm down.”

“Are you deaf?” Jimin snaps in a rough voice, “didn’t you hear what I said?”

Yoongi nods, guiding the omega to sit on the couch, “I did. I’d still tell you, you don’t have to marry someone you don’t want to. It’s that simple.”

“For you!” Jimin tries to get up but is stopped by Yoongi’s hands on his shoulders, “I have reasons. I told you—”

“That can be handled,” Yoongi looks at his phone on the counter, “all you had to do was… tell me you don’t want to marry him.”

Jimin still looks unconvinced. His eyes still waver with uncertainty.

“What do you want in return?” the doubt and apprehension are clear in his voice.

Yoongi thinks about the question. What does he want from this? Why is he tangling himself in a mess that has nothing to do with him? Why is he trying to protect an omega in the first place? What can he possibly gain from this?

He hates omegas. From his core, he is disgusted with omegas, and he does believe they should be only used to warm an alpha’s cock and that’s it.

Why is he even bothering himself with this?

There are palpable signs of doubt on the omega’s face. He expects the worst and Yoongi doesn’t blame him. Jimin has a reason now.

“You don’t have anything that I might need,” Yoongi says for the sake of it, “I’m just offering to help.”

“Why?” Jimin insists as if he would like to have a reason.

Something that irks Yoongi. Because there is no reason.

The alpha takes the last few steps to stand in front of Jimin, fingers placed under the omega’s chin to tilt his face up so they are looking each other in the eyes.

“Because I can,” Yoongi murmurs against Jimin’s lips, “and, I’m not done with you yet, angel.”

He captures those lips and swallows the sound pushing past the omega’s lips. Jimin’s hands come up to grasp onto his shirt. His eyes snap shut in the kiss.

“The wedding,” he murmurs with Yoongi’s lips trailing down his throat, “it’s tomorrow…”

“You’re not getting married to him,” Yoongi murmurs, taking a hold of the hem of the shirt Jimin is wearing and yanking it with enough force to have the shirt rip, “not against your wishes. That’s fucking all you had to tell me and this’d stop days ago!”

Jimin arches against him in shock. His hands fly to grasp the torn shirt to himself with wide eyes. Yoongi enjoys it. He loves how scandalous and surprised the omega always looks when Yoongi is a bit rough. He’s always winded with the way Yoongi manhandles him and at the same time, he is so fucking aroused that his scent almost drips off of him. It drives Yoongi crazy and he makes sure to get the omega winded to have him thrashing underneath him every damn time.

Yoongi works raptly on his belt, pushing the pants down his knees. Jimin gets out of it while Yoongi pulls him in for a kiss.

The two of them tumble on the couch. Jimin’s shirt hangs from his shoulders and he is bare for Yoongi’s hungry eyes.

Yoongi settles between his legs, eyes trailing over Jimin. The omega’s chest moves with rapid breaths. His eyes are stuck on Yoongi as if he is unable to look away.

Yoongi likes that.

He likes Jimin’s attention on him. He likes how the omega is always a little shocked and a little naïve about this. Doesn’t know what to do with himself until Yoongi tells him what to do.

Always so pliant under Yoongi’s gaze or touches.

He loves how Jimin watches him. How those eyes always follow him with barely concealed arousal and apprehension.

Yoongi takes off his shirt and throws it somewhere over his head before leaning onto the omega. He captures those pillowy lips for a kiss and spreads those legs for himself to settle between them.

He grabs a condom from the drawers under the coffee table and pulls it on.

Jimin arches his back when the alpha’s cock pushes against his moistening rim. He wraps his arms tightly around Yoongi to pull him closer and the head of Yoongi’s cock penetrated the rim to slowly push inside.

Jimin shudders into the kiss. Nails digging as deep onto Yoongi’s back as Yoongi’s cock goes in him.

── .✦

Yoongi looks at the sleeping omega on his chest. Takes in those dark circles around his eyes. The paler complexion. He looks down at those puffy lips. Swollen from all the kisses from Yoongi.

His arm is wrapped around the omega’s naked form, keeping him closer. His warmth plastered on Yoongi’s left. His fingers drum over Jimin’s bare hip. Trailing lines over the swell of his ass. Yoongi rubs a finger between the ass, circling the puffy rim that has the omega whining in his sleep.

Yoongi slowly detangles himself from Jimin and picks up his phone. He goes to the balcony with a cigarette bitten between his lips. His eyes on the city stretched out under his feet while his phone rings.

“Yoongi,” his father sounds exhausted, “I hope you know what time it is.”

“There’s something I need you to do,” Yoongi rubs two fingers over his forehead, back and forth, “that business partner or whatever you have…Choi Byung-hun.”

“Yeah…?” his father sounds sceptical, “what did you do? It’s his wedding tomorrow—”

“He’s marrying a guy almost twenty years younger than him,” Yoongi blows out the smoke and watches it dissipate in the cool breeze, “holding some clips and pictures over his head.”

“Oh,” his father doesn’t really sound too bothered and Yoongi doesn’t expect him to be. It is quite normal in their families to marry in such age gaps.

Yoongi continues, “collect those proofs from him and make him call off the wedding.”

“Yoongi!” now his father sounds bothered and his voice picks up an edge, “no, what are you talking about, the wedding is tomorrow!”

“I don’t care, appa,” he says with a roll of his eyes, “make it happen. I need those proofs out of his grasp and I need the wedding called off.”

“But why?!” his father sounds downright desperate now.

Yoongi looks at the tip of the cigarette between his hold. Watches it burn in the darkness of the balcony.

Why…

“Because I’m interested in his omega,” Yoongi settles for, “I want him.”

His father is quiet for a second. Surely taking in the information and trying to understand where Yoongi is coming from. Yoongi waits. His eyes flicker to the city spread out in front of him. The ant-like structures and the hair-like roads are illuminated with the lights. They blink, like the heartbeat of the city captured in those lights. Yoongi breathes with the city. His fingers drum on the railing with each beat of his heart.

“You finally got an omega you want to marry then?” his father sounds hopeful.

Yoongi snorts. He thinks of correcting his father but right now this is the best way he can make his father do what he needs. So he shrugs.

“Yeah,” he thinks about the omega sleeping on his bed, “I finally found an omega I want to settle down with. But, Choi Byung-hun has something dangling on his head—”

“Leave it on me then,” his father sounds relieved somewhat, “I’ll take care of it all. Just consider it done, son.”

Then there is silence for a few moments before his father sighs, “it has been so long since you last came home, kiddo—”

“I’ll call you later,” Yoongi throws the cigarette over the railing, “good night, appa.”

He cuts the call. With another lingering look towards the city, he leaves the balcony.

Jimin is still sleeping when Yoongi returns to the bedroom. The room smells of sex. Their pheromones stuck on the silk sheets and blankets. It roams in the room, floating with the stagnant air.

Yoongi closes the door after him and gets on the bed.

Jimin blinks back sleep, trying to look at him in the dark, “where have you been?”

Yoongi picks up a condom from the bedside table to wear it and parts the omega’s legs to fit between them, squeezing the thighs, “right here,” he takes a hold of his cock to guide it into the omega’s quivering hole.

Jimin is too tired to speak further. He lies there with Yoongi’s hands lacing with his on both sides of his head. The alpha fucking into him.

Jimin shudders with each thrust that has the alpha’s cock rubbing against his prostate, “the wedding…”

Yoongi kisses his ear, whispering in it, “is off.”

Jimin releases between them. Just a few droplets of cum. Too tired for his fourth orgasm of the night. Yoongi cums after a few more thrusts. Dumping his load in the condom.

Jimin’s eyes close with a sigh.

Yoongi said the wedding is off.

Jimin chooses to believe him for the time being.

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Jimin never considered sex to be addictive. He never thought sex could be so disarming. So engulfing in every sense.

He never thought passion could be so blinding.

He doesn’t remember what time it is. He doesn’t care that he is on the floor, writhing with the alpha’s cock hammering into him as he tries not to lurch forward with each thrust.

He knows he should worry about the wedding. He knows people might be looking for him already. Might be calling him. There might be chaos outside of the four walls of this penthouse but he can’t bring himself to care.

Yoongi has him on his knees on the carpet beside the bed. His hands holding him up as his knees burn with the friction. Yoongi is fucking into him from behind.

There is the belt Jimin wore last night wrapped around his neck. Yoongi grasping onto it and pulling Jimin back on his cock. It has Jimin choking and arching for the alpha.

He is filled with the alpha’s cock and his body is glistening with sweat and other bodily fluids.

Yoongi tugs at the belt to make him sit on his cock. Jimin throws his head back on Yoongi’s shoulder while Yoongi fucks up into him. His ragged breaths assault Jimin’s cheek.

Yoongi grunts, “so fucking tight!”

Jimin’s hands fumble to grasp onto something. One lands on Yoongi’s thigh and the other goes behind him to grasp onto the alpha’s hair.

Yoongi hums, face buried against his neck, “my pretty, pliant angel…”

Jimin hates the effect those words have on him. He hates how he tightens around Yoongi’s girth. Yoongi’s mouth captures his earlobe. The alpha’s teeth sink into it.

Jimin cums with a whine. Limp cock bounces between his legs as a few droplets of cum dribble out of him.

Yoongi holds his hips in a vice-like grip, fucking into him with more gusto now.

Jimin whines when the alpha pulls back. Pushes him down on the floor, face first, and cums all over his ass.

“No more fucking, angel, that was the last condom,” Yoongi murmurs, “can’t have you knocked up now, can we?”

Jimin lies there. Panting. The cum drying on his ass. He closes his eyes to catch his breath and Yoongi tucks himself in the jogger before getting up from the floor. He carries Jimin to the bed with a curse.

Jimin looks at the clock.

It’s past two in the afternoon.

He looks at Yoongi, “the wedding…”

“Is called off,” Yoongi picks up his phone and drops it on Jimin’s lap before going to take a cigarette from the box on the bedside table.

Jimin looks at the screen where an article catches his eyes. It’s about the cancelled wedding of Choi Byung-hun and Park Jimin. Jimin reads the article and then searches up a few more. The reason for calling off the wedding is Choi Byung-hun’s found someone better than Jimin.

There is a picture in that article. Jimin’s eyes shift from Choi to the man beside him. Another model. Jimin has seen him around. He is a little older than Jimin. Not as popular and established as him but, maybe that’s why he agreed to this.

Jimin looks at his own phone. He picks it up from the bedside table and bites back a curse when he sees the string of messages from his friends and mother.

She is asking him if he is okay. Her last message is her saying she loves him no matter what and she hopes Jimin calls her as soon as he can.

Taehyung asking him how he is doing. There are multiple messages where the omega is losing his mind to threatening Jimin for not picking up his calls.

There is Jin with equally worried texts. Along with Rubel and David. Seojoon and the others in the company.

There are messages from Choi Byung-hun.

‘You didn’t tell me you knew the Min family!’

Then there are apologies. Strings of them.

‘Tell Yoongi ssi I never would’ve touched you if I knew he wants you.’

Jimin’s lips curl at the way the apologies are mostly directed at Yoongi. As if Jimin is just Yoongi’s toy that Byung-hun is reluctant to steal. As if Jimin’s own feelings or existence doesn’t matter.

He looks at the last message.

‘I’m sending you the drive’s link where I had it all saved. You can change the password and delete it yourself. Just tell Yoongi ssi I kept my side of the bargain. I just hope he keeps his side.’

“What did you tell him?” Jimin looks over at the alpha where Yoongi is going through his drawer, “he sounds terrified.”

Yoongi comes back with the morning pill and holds it out for Jimin with a glass of water, “he should be. Appa has plenty of evidence against him that can put him behind the bars. I just need to confirm he actually deleted everything related to you before we leak those sources.”

Jimin swallows the pill with the water, places the glass back on the bedside table, “and, how’d you make sure he actually deleted everything?”

“Hacking,” Yoongi shrugs, “we bid some time with our threat while our hackers look into the matter. They will make sure his storage is swiped clean.”

Jimin squirms where he sits, “why would you go to such an extent for me?”

Jimin doesn’t believe Yoongi feels anything for him. That illusion broke when he found himself in Namjoon’s apartment. With Namjoon taking a hold of his chin to pull him in a kiss without a word and Yoongi just frowning at him in confusion when Jimin rounds on him after shoving Namjoon away, demanding answers.

He doesn’t believe Yoongi is capable of love. Not anymore.

So the question bugs him even more now.

What reason does the alpha have to help him to such an extent? What does he want from Jimin?

“I have an offer for you,” Yoongi says in his usual monotonous voice, “and, for now, it’s beneficial for both of us.”

“What is it?” Jimin sits properly on the bed with his eyes trailing after the alpha.

Yoongi lets out a cloud of smoke, “date me.”

.

.

Jimin waits for the alpha to laugh. He waits for at least those lips to twitch with the humour. When the alpha just stares at him, Jimin tells himself that he misheard. There must be something wrong with his ears. Maybe, he got lost in his thoughts and conjured the entire conversation up in his head all by himself.

“What did you say?” he asks for the alpha to repeat.

Yoongi doesn’t look awkward or disturbed by the clear show of confusion from Jimin, “date me.”

Jimin’s confusion shifts to frustration and then to anger and he is throwing a pillow at Yoongi’s face, “you fucking prick! Stop joking! If you think this is funny, where I’m stuck in a situation—”

Yoongi dodges the next pillow and grabs his wrist instead. He yanks Jimin to himself so they are face to face. Eye to eye.

Raging hurt and anger glaring at the calm depth of the alpha’s eyes.

Jimin is breathing harshly against Yoongi and Yoongi lets him catch his breath before speaking.

“I’m not telling you to actually date me,” the alpha’s voice doesn’t rise like Jimin’s did, he sounds unbothered like in every other situation where Jimin would probably lose his mind, “I’m asking you to pretend to date me for some time.”

Jimin stops struggling in Yoongi’s hold, “…why?”

Yoongi’s eyes travel over his face, “because it’s beneficial for both of us. My appa wants me to settle down. Marry. He has this business partner whose son finally turned twenty. He wants to set us up. Begging me to go home so he can set a meeting or whatever. Your…” his eyes flicker to the omega’s phone and back on him, “ex-fiancé will keep an eye on you for the time being. I just know he accepted appa’s proposal but he’s an alpha with a reputation. His ego must be hurt. He’ll try to create trouble for you but if he knows I’m dating you, he’ll hesitate. Surely think twice before coming after someone I’m connected to.”

“How long can this lie go on?” Jimin rests his hands on Yoongi’s chest, fingers twitching over the alpha’s heart, “I don’t know anything about dating and you’re not made for that either.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “I can act well, angel,” he ropes his arm around Jimin’s waist, “I’ll have no problem making the world believe you’ve bewitched me. Body and soul.”

Jimin blinks at the alpha. Yoongi blinks back.

Jimin loves Pride and Prejudice. The book is almost always with him. He has read it multiple times and he sometimes reads it on Kindle when he’s travelling or busy with his schedule.

Yoongi somehow picked up on that.

Jimin’s nails dig onto Yoongi’s chest, “I think I’ll end up killing you if we are to spend so much time together. Believe it or not, except for how good you fuck me, I don’t like anything else about you now. Not after I got to know you.”

Yoongi huffs out a small laugh, “believe it or not, I don’t care,” he steps back, “this is a foolproof plan. We fake our relationship long enough for the hackers to wipe away everything from Choi’s grasp and then for appa to find a way to throw him behind the bars,” seeing Jimin’s confused face, Yoongi shrugs, “he used you, and we don’t know who else, with his influence in the industry. He needs to be behind the bars. After that, you and I will break up and I’ll pretend I’m so heartbroken that I can barely think about staying alive, forget marrying someone else. It’ll give us both what we want. Freedom.”

Jimin scowls at him, “you make it sound tempting.”

Yoongi shrugs, reaching for the cigarettes to light another, “I always make it sound tempting,” his cocky smirk infuriates Jimin when the alpha looks at him, “you should know that by now, angel.”

Jimin flops onto the mattress, “I don’t know,” he chews on his lower lip, “what will be the ground rules if we’re doing this?”

Yoongi’s confusion shows on his furrowed brows, “just…be good at acting…?”

“No!” Jimin slaps his hand on the mattress, “there must be some ground rules. At least I have some that you must follow if you want this to work!”

Yoongi holds the cigarette between his fingers and blows out the smoke, “okay, give me an example.”

“You can’t have sex with anyone else,” Jimin sees the way the alpha’s brows touch his hairline, “no, I’m not letting anyone think I’m dating an alpha who cheats on me!”

“Why do you hold sex to such a sacred position?” Yoongi sits on the chair in front of the desk in the corner of the room, “sex is just another bodily need. Like, hunger. Like thirst. You can eat whatever you want, you can drink whatever you want, then what’s wrong if you have sex with whoever you want? I’ll never understand this flimsy sentiment attached to it.”

“I hold love to that sacred position,” Jimin looks away when Yoongi frowns, unable to match those eyes, “we’re to sell the idea that we’re in love. I don’t want to leave such a horrid example of love for my fans who look up to me. So… if we’re doing this, you’ve to promise to not go around fucking others. We can’t get caught like that.”

“So, you’ll have sex with me?” Yoongi flicks the butt of the cigarette, the ash drops in the ashtray, some floats in the air, “during this time?”

Jimin gnaws on his lip, thinking about it. He shrugs.

“Yeah. We can have sex, I guess. No strings attached.”

Yoongi puts the cigarette down at the edge of the ashtray and walks over to him. Coming to hover over him as Jimin leans back on his elbows to match his gaze.

“Anything else, angel?” Yoongi’s voice dips with his eyes that trail over Jimin.

Jimin swallows, arms outstretched to take a hold of Yoongi’s shoulders to pull him closer, “just don’t fall in love with me.”

Yoongi huffs before capturing those plump lips, “we’re good to go, then,” he climbs on the bed, spreading Jimin’s legs to settle between them while kissing the omega back on the mattress.

Jimin tears his mouth away from the alpha when his lungs start to protest, “people might be searching for me. My eomma— The wedding…”

Yoongi pushes his jogger down to take a hold of his cock, putting on the condom he ordered his secretary to deliver that morning, “they can keep searching for you,” he rubs it over Jimin’s rim, “or, maybe we can officiate us dating this way.”

“No,” Jimin moans when Yoongi enters him, “we won’t officiate it. Let’s keep it under the rug but…ahhh…” he throws his head back as Yoongi bottoms out in him, “not secret. Let’s not make it official.”

“As you wish, angel,” Yoongi buries his face against Jimin’s neck, starting to rock back and forth in him.

Jimin wraps his legs around the alpha’s waist, his nails digging half-moons into Yoongi’s back as he looks at the ceiling.

The world outside is searching for him. His friends and family are probably wondering where he is. His mother, Taehyung, Jin… they all are probably worried.

But, Jimin looks at Yoongi and feels the alpha’s cock move in him and he lets himself be a little selfish. He pulls Yoongi in for a kiss.

The world can wait.

── .✦

“You mean to tell me, you ditched your wedding because this one confessed?” Taehyung looks visibly torn, looking at Jimin and back at Yoongi with his hands wrapped around his eight-month-pregnant belly.

Jimin winces with a nod, “yeah,” he feels the warmth of Yoongi beside him, “that’s why I didn’t show up to that wedding.”

“To your wedding,” Namjoon softly reminds him.

Jimin glares at the alpha, still hasn’t warmed up to him or Hoseok, “yeah! My fucking wedding. You have got a problem with that?!”

Namjoon holds up his hands with wide eyes, “no! None! Absolutely none!”

“You… love him?” Jungkook puts the trays of snacks down on the tea-table, going to sit beside Taehyung and pulls him closer to wrap his arm around the omega like it’s his second nature, “you who said omegas are nothing but cumdumps for alphas…?”

Jimin turns his head to glare at Yoongi who picks up the mug of coffee to take a sip. He doesn’t look embarrassed or awkward or angry that Jungkook said that about him for the room to hear.

Yoongi leans back in his seat, “yes. I’m starting to think I was wrong.”

“You’re starting to think you were wrong?!” Jimin turns bodily to glare at the alpha, “you’re starting to think you’re wrong?!” he repeats in disbelief.

Yoongi sighs, “what do you want me to say?”

Taehyung scoffs, “that you are sorry?” he shrugs out of Jungkook’s hold to sit up straight, “that you are obnoxious for thinking like that? For having such a narrow-minded view of omegas? Why on earth would you think like that?!”

“Because I can,” Yoongi stares back at Taehyung with an impassive face.

Taehyung blinks, “you believe that omegas are nothing but cumdumps?”

Yoongi nods, “I do,” he shrugs, “the omegas I’ve been around have been nothing but power-hungry, money-minded, opportunistic leeches who would spread their legs for any alpha who has a loaded bank account and a powerful surname. I come from one of the most powerful families in the nation, I had omegas throwing themselves on me left and right growing up. I won’t sugar-coat it, but almost every omega I met is nothing but an opportunistic gold digger. So, that’s my view on this topic.”

Taehyung’s face twists with disgust and he looks at Jimin, “are you sure you want to date this guy?” he looks troubled, “you can do so much better, Mimi.”

Jimin looks at Yoongi and back at Taehyung, “Tae, I don’t want to talk about this,” he picks up a muffin to nibble on it, “can we please change the topic?”

Taehyung keeps his eyes on him while Hoseok changes the topic to the movie they are about to watch. Namjoon starts the movie and Jin dims the lights. Taehyung finally looks away when Jungkook pulls him closer. His eyes leave behind a sour taste on Jimin’s tongue.

Jimin glances at Yoongi to see the alpha is watching the screen where the movie unfolds. Jimin looks at Taehyung and Jungkook.

Jungkook is trailing kisses down Taehyung’s cheek, his hand caressing Taehyung’s prominent belly. Taehyung’s face finally warms with a small smile and he rolls his eyes at the alpha when Jungkook says something in his ear.

A sigh escapes Jimin.

He wants that.

He wants a doting alpha and a family of his own. A few pups. One or two pets. A house near his friends so they can see each other every day. His heart clenches with the longing.

Someday he will get it, Jimin promises himself.

He will find his alpha someday who will love him just as much as Jungkook loves Taehyung. He will carry his pups. He will have a family of his own.

Jimin looks at the screen and lets out a small prayer.

Someday, it will be him with his alpha like that and that alpha will have all the love for him.

── .✦

“How do we make it believable that we’re actually dating?” Jimin asks on their way back from Taehyung and Jungkook’s place, “I don’t know how the people around us will even believe I can love a person like you. Well…”

Yoongi looks at the signal and back at the road, “leave it on me.”

Jimin leans back in his seat, “you…” he hesitates, “do you even know anything about dating?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Yoongi snaps, gripping the steering wheel with such force that his knuckles turn white, “I know how to fake such things. Just chill. Don’t think too much. You’ll get a headache and you’re surely causing me one.”

“Fuck you!” Jimin sits up, indignant, “it was your idea to do this and—”

“To save your ass!” Yoongi starts the car, “so, maybe you want to tone it down and let me handle it because you clearly can’t!”

Jimin’s mouth clamps shut. He looks at the window, at the passing buildings and streets. Yoongi is right. He is doing Jimin a favour.

“You’re getting something out of this too,” he says instead, “so, don’t make it sound like I’m the only one who you’re doing this for.”

“I’m not making it sound like anything,” Yoongi turns the car towards Jimin’s apartment, “I’m just reminding you, we both have no choice but to continue it for now. So, the sooner you accept that, the better.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything but nods. Yoongi stops the car in front of his building and Jimin reaches for the door.

“I’m also an opportunistic omega to you, aren’t I?” he asks with his hand grasping the seatbelt to unclasp it.

Yoongi sighs, “just go home, angel. It’s late.”

Jimin snorts, nodding to himself. He almost dashes out of the car and hurries inside.

He doesn’t look back to check if the alpha watched him go or not.

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“Delivery for Park Jimin.”

Jimin looks at the door to see Seojoon walk in with a wide smile and a bouquet just as big in his hold.

Jimin frowns at it. The other models in the room look over to check out the bouquet too. Their eyes follow Seojoon as he walks over to Jimin to hand him the bouquet.

Jimin takes it from him and inhales the scent of all the flowers wrapped in the same bouquet.

Rubel almost materializes behind him to snatch it out of his hands to look at it with hearts in his eyes.

“Snapdragons,” he goes through the flowers in the bouquet, “Gerbera daisies, Peruvian Lily and Delphinium all in the same bouquet?” his round eyes find Jimin, “damn, whoever it is, has a really classy taste in flowers. Who is it, Chim?”

“There’s a card,” Seojoon eagerly points at the white corner peeking through the flowers, “maybe, if you’d let Jimin open it—”

Rubel reaches for it before Jimin can, and Jimin curses, standing up to protest, but Rubel pushes the bouquet into his arms to open the letter himself. Jimin hugs the bouquet to himself, the calming scent of the flowers making him bury his nose into their soft petals.

Rubel opens the card to read aloud, “saw a flower shop on my way to work. The scents reminded me of you –Yoongi.”

Silence engulfs the room. Jimin stands stiff where he is. His eyes stuck on the flowers in his hold. Each pair of eyes turn to him and the bouquet.

“Min Yoongi, as in…” Rubel lets out a breathless whisper.

“As in, Agust D?” David finishes for his mate, “the Agust D?”

“You mean… those rumours,” Seojoon blinks, “the reason why you cancelled your wedding, was actually true?”

“You’re dating Min Yoongi?” another model asks in disbelief.

“How?” another voice is heard in the room, “he never dates. He’s the type to go from one omega to another in the span of a week. Never dating.”

“Oh, my god, how did you get the Min Yoongi under your spell, Jiminie?” another model giggles.

Rubel walks closer but with concern clear in his eyes, “you’re really dating him?”

Jimin takes the card from Rubel to read the line himself. Yes, it’s Yoongi’s handwriting. Jimin doesn’t want to but he wonders if the rapper really meant it. If the flowers really reminded him of Jimin. Jimin’s nostrils flare as he inhales the scents, and yes, the flowers together waft a scent that is closer to his own.

David blinks at him, “you’re blushing,” his wide eyes crinkle with an equally wide smile, “oh, God, you’re really dating the Agust D! One of the best rappers in the world, not just this country! Oh, my god?!”

Jimin wants to tell them that the rapper has more to his image than just ‘one of the best rappers in the world,’ but he doesn’t have the words for it right at that moment.

His fingertips touch the petals of a flower while Yoongi’s words form in his mind and he can almost hear the alpha saying it to him in his deep and rough voice.

Jimin sits on his chair and places the bouquet on the desk. He looks at the card again. He traces the dents those words left on the paper with his fingertips. His tongue licks the dried-out roof of his mouth. With a deep breath, Jimin takes his phone in his hands.

— ‘Thanks for the flowers’

He puts down the phone to get his makeup done. His eyes keep going back to the bouquet and then to his phone.

The reply comes when Jimin is ready to leave the room. He looks at the notification and opens it to read.

— “Had to start the rumours somewhere”

For a second or two, Jimin just looks at the message. Reads the one-line reply a few times before placing his phone on the desk. He looks at the bouquet again. This time with a mocking twitch of his lips.

Of course.

Yoongi sent it to carry out their plan. The fake dating. For the rumours and for people to talk.

It wasn’t for him, really. It was like a PR stunt if Jimin has a word for it.

He hates himself a little for even wanting it to be for him. Why on earth does he want that? He deserves a better alpha than Min Yoongi anyway. He deserves someone caring. Someone with the right values and morals. Someone with a gentle heart. Someone whose views on his subgender are not so screwed.

Maybe because Jimin grew up as a hopeless romantic. Maybe because he wanted to be like one of those main characters who ‘change’ their partner. Maybe, he thought he could change Min Yoongi. His age-old views.

What an idiot he is.

Jimin doesn’t like the scent of the bouquet any longer. He doesn’t like how they look sitting so prettily on his desk. He doesn’t like how fake and hollow the gesture suddenly is.

So, on his way out of the room, making sure there’s no one there, he drops the bouquet in the bin. He ignores the voice in his head telling him he took the card with him.

He will get rid of that too, just not yet.

── .✦

Jimin goes home that night to sit in front of the mirror and have the talk he was dreading. He sits and looks at himself after taking off his makeup and thinks back on the times he spent with Yoongi. Since that party where he first met the rapper.

Recalls their first encounter. How he sucked the alpha off in that washroom. How charming Yoongi was. How cluelessly smitten Jimin himself was.

He recalls the moment he let his guard down when Yoongi kissed him. Parted his lips to lick inside his mouth. Telling Jimin how pretty he was.

Jimin was bewitched since then. The alpha was charming. He was so good-looking. He wasn’t like the typical alphas at first glance. He was quiet, he listened to Jimin when Jimin talked, he never dismissed Jimin’s words or feelings. Always had all his attention on Jimin whenever Jimin was around.

He made Jimin feel so noticed.

Jimin scoffs now. Thinking back on those memories, now he realizes, Yoongi was just a typical alpha. He was just better at hiding it.

Every time they had sex, that ‘typical’ or maybe the ‘real’ side came out. He was rough. He talked filth in Jimin’s ears. All those ‘sex talks’ were his true self.

Whore.

Cumdump.

Little bitch in heat.

Slut for a cock.

A tight fleshlight.

Yoongi called him all those names and he wasn’t playing a role. No. He meant it. Each one of those names. He thought Jimin was just that.

Jimin now looks at his bare face and there are tears in his eyes.

He loved the times Yoongi would be close to him. Loved how the alpha would fuck him. Whispering those words in his ears. He never saw a problem until Yoongi took him to Namjoon’s place. Until that day, Jimin never caught on.

What a naïve, little lamb he was.

Jimin hides his face in his hands and lets the tears of frustration and hurt and anger flow. He gave himself to a man who wasn’t worth it. Who never wanted him for anything more than his body. Who never saw him as an equal. He was just another tight hole for the alpha to wet his knot and like a fool, Jimin kept going back.

Jimin wipes his eyes and glares at the mirror, “never again,” he seethes to himself, looks at the card left on the dressing table, “I’ll not let you make a fool out of me again. You fool me once, shame on you. You won’t fool me twice; I won’t be ashamed for your action. This,” he takes the card in his hold, “I’ll hold this close to me so I can remind myself this is what you are. Just a temporary solution I need to get out of this sticky situation. Just a good fuck,” he nods to himself, “yeah, I’ll give you that. You’ll be just that to me, too. You used me, now I’ll use you to step forward in my life. Just what you think omegas do.”

He looks at the mirror, at his glistening but determined eyes, “I got Min Yoongi in my grasp as everyone seems to think and I’ll make sure to be exactly what you think we all omegas are. Opportunistic. I’ll use you to grow my career and then…” the corners of his lips twitch, “then, I’ll throw you out of my life like a used tissue. I’ll be happy, Min Yoongi, and you’ll play a role in that. Thanks for finally breaking the rose-tinted glasses. Now I’ll be exactly like the omegas you hate so much and give you a proper reason to hate us.”

Jimin drops the card on the table and goes to shower.

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.

He lies down on the bed with the card in his hold. Reading those lines on repeat. He picks up his phone and clicks a few selfies where he is making a kissy face with the card open and facing the lens.

Jimin chooses one and posts it on his Instagram.

‘Thanks, alpha, @agustD’

He sees the interactions going up and up on the post, with a heavy sigh, closes the app and drops the card before turning off the light.

He will use Min Yoongi to the fullest. Take everything the alpha has to offer before leaving his side so this burn in his chest subdues someday.

Now he will take control of this game and Yoongi will play as he wants the alpha to play.

“If you think low of omegas now, once I’m done with you, you’ll think worse,”  Jimin turns on his side and closes his eyes.

── .✦

— “Your papa overdosed.”

Yoongi looks at the message until the screen light goes out. He blinks then and taps on the screen to bring the light back on. His eyes adjust in the darkness of his studio to read the line again.

He tries to conjure his papa’s face in his mind. All he can come up with is a blurry outline. How long has it been since he last saw that man? He doesn’t remember, he doesn’t want to.

The first image of his papa that comes to Yoongi whenever he thinks about the man is him teaching Yoongi piano, bent over the keys while a little Yoongi tries to follow the instructions thrown at him.

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The next image is Yujun, his papa, on his bedroom floor. One alpha fucking into him from behind. One uses his mouth and another his papa is jerking off desperately.

Yoongi still remembers the scent of that congested room. It smelt of sex and arousal and smoke and substances...

Syringes were lying around. Pouches of white powders scattered with pills carelessly spilling out of uncapped bottles. There were somewhat thin lines of white powder on the flat surfaces. Yujun’s red-rimmed eyes were proof of who those substances were for.

A ten-year-old Yoongi stood frozen at the door with his trophy grasped in his hands. He came searching for his papa to show him that he won a medal in painting. Something his papa taught him when he was still allowed around Yoongi.

When his appa would say that papa was ‘clear for a month or so.’ Yujun would look apologetic and eager to talk to a cowering Yoongi. He would gently tell Yoongi if he did something wrong. But on bad days, he would raise his hand to smack him or bring his fist down on Yoongi’s back hard enough for him to struggle to breathe or kick him in the stomach which would cause Yoongi to be bedridden for a week or two.

He was barely five when Yoongi knew papa had ‘rough’ days and learnt to forgive him because ‘it wasn’t in his hands, bub, he didn’t mean to hurt you.’

‘It won’t happen again, Yoonie, papa is sorry. He’ll try his best and do better…’

His papa and appa would make him believe those mistakes will never repeat themselves. And like a fool, Yoongi would believe them. His papa would paint a picture of a better future for him and he would fall for it. Every time.

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Those were the promises that made this present Yoongi hate his parents. Hate them from the bottom of his heart. For manipulating that child into believing they could change. Making that child hope for a better future that never came.

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Yoongi blinks back the past, buries it somewhere deep in his heart, and looks at the phone again. This time with a sour taste filling his mouth.

He types out a quick reply while blinking as fast as he can.

—“Disturb me when he dies”

He sends the message and mutes his phone before looking at the computer screen in front of him. The bars make no sense now. He is looking at the screen while his mind takes him back to a house he dreads to set foot in.

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He is ten again. Standing and watching Yujun in the middle of the room like that. With people he knows as his appa’s friends. People he called uncles growing up. One of those uncles picks up a pill and pushes it down his papa’s throat before feeding his cock down the same throat.

Yoongi grips the trophy harder as he watches his papa’s eyes roll back and how he gags but the uncle holds his face while fucking into his mouth. Not giving him a chance to pull back…

Yoongi stands there until his caretaker comes to take him away while throwing Yujun a disgusted look. Her nails digging a little too deep into his soft skin. She is yanking him away.

He doesn’t like the caretaker but no matter how many times he tells appa that, the nanny doesn’t change.

Yoongi knows why. He heard her telling another maid how his appa is ‘rough and unforgiving in bed’ but it’s worth it because she gets to earn quite a lot of extra money and gets to almost run the household. She made an expression while laughing about it with the maid who agreed. Yoongi never forgot how cruel her laugh was. He never forgot how nauseating the omega smelt…

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Yoongi rubs his hands down his face and clicks on the screen to turn off the computer.

There is a jittery feeling in him that crawls up his spine as he remembers that nanny’s scent. It resurfaces from his memories and every time it does, Yoongi feels like he is drowning in the depths of the ocean. That scent claws at him like her nails digging into his wrists all over again. As if he can still hear her shrill voice screaming at him for not being a ‘good boy.’ He shivers with the thought that he might turn his head and she will be there. Screaming and attacking him for any minor inconveniences.

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‘Stupid kid! An idiot!’ she would slap him for not eating fast enough or not hurrying up to gather his toys before bed.

She would taunt him when he couldn’t do the homework fast enough. Laugh at him for not being ‘worthy’ to be his father’s heir.

Some days she would scream at him for reasons that little Yoongi didn’t understand. Tell him how his father was a cruel man and he’d be one too. She would tell him how she didn’t want to warm his father’s bed but she was scared to say no to him.

‘It hurts,’ Yoongi whispered with his small hands covering his ears, ‘don’t scream at me. It… stop. It hurts…’

And she would slap him, scream at him and tell him he had to listen because his father wouldn’t. She would scream at him until Yoongi was a sobbing mess, shivering at the farthest corner of the room with his eyes closed. Anticipating another slap or kick while begging for his papa to come and save him.

No one came.

After a while, the nanny would grab his wrist and yank him up on his wobbly feet. Yoongi would shriek and she’d shush him. Glare at him.

‘If you tell this to your father,’ her eyes would glimmer dangerously, ‘no one’ll protect you once he leaves. Yeah?’

Yoongi never told his father. He never once opened his mouth.

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He sits and runs his hand over the wristwatch he wears. He can feel his quickening pulse through the watch. On the blank screen, he can see his ghost-like face staring back at him.

Yoongi takes off the watch. Something he rarely does. He doesn’t take off his wristwatch even when he goes to sleep.

He looks at the uneven and ugly scar across his wrist. It healed years ago but the scar is still there. It will stay forever, the doctor said.

Yoongi never touches the skin. The puffy, a little swollen, paler than his skin, scar is very obtrusive. It has to be. The cut was deep. He still remembers how—

Yoongi flinches bodily when his mind tries to walk down that road. He grabs the watch and ties it over the scar with trembling fingers, hiding it away.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Yet, his palms feel sweaty. His arms feel too heavy to listen to his brain’s command. Yoongi looks around the studio and he thinks the furnitures have moved. Tip-toed closer to him. The walls followed. Getting closer and closer with each blink of Yoongi’s eyes.

He grips the armrests of his chair and tries to ground himself. Tries to recall how his therapist would ask him to act right now. What ‘healthy ways,’ he would suggest for Yoongi to calm his mind down.

He tries the 5-4-3-2-1 method to ground himself.

Five things he can see. His frantic eyes look around the studio to pick up five things to count in his head.

Four things he can touch. His trembling hands reach out desperately to touch the surfaces while murmuring about them.

Three things he can hear. He scoffs. One has to be his heartbeat, the other is those screaming voices in his head and the third is the clock ticking away on his wrist.

As he reaches two things he can smell, Yoongi takes in the scent of something floral. Something warm and tantalizing.

His eyes snap towards the door when the doorbell of the studio rings, making him twitch in his seat. He stands up on unsteady legs and drags himself to the door to open it. He’d shout for that person to leave but the scent is so alluring, he feels like he might die if he doesn’t get more of it.

A gush of fresh air ruffles through him as soon as he opens the door. Chasing away that pungent scent of his past in the process. As if wrapping two invisible arms around him to keep that looming presence away from him.

The scent reminds him of flowers somewhere in the depths of a mountain valley. Or, maybe this is what the Garden of Eden smelt like.

Yoongi’s desperate eyes take in the person who carried over the freshness with him.

Yoongi looks at Jimin who stands there. The omega frowns at him in confusion. Probably Jimin can pick up on Yoongi’s scent too. The rotten and sour pheromones wafting from him.

And Yoongi has this blinding urge to drown himself in the flowers. Bury himself in the depth of the valley until he smells of those flowers too.

So, he grabs Jimin by the elbow and yanks him inside. Pulling the omega into his world of darkness because Yoongi is selfish like that.

He could’ve easily closed the door on Jimin’s face to keep the omega away from the destruction that is his life but he doesn’t. Instead, he clings to the warmth Jimin seems to always carry with him.

Jimin chokes on a breath as he stumbles and falls against Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi lets the door close on its own. Lock behind the omega. Successfully trapping the omega in his world.

“What—” Jimin’s words die in his mouth when Yoongi kisses him.

Yoongi steals all the words out of the omega’s mouth with a burning desire to swallow the omega entirely. Absorb all the warmth Jimin has to offer because Yoongi has been cold for far too long.

He pushes his tongue down Jimin’s throat to lick up the nectar the omega is so full of. Sweet and warm.

“We’re to go—” Jimin tries to talk between the kisses, “to that party. Yoongi—”

“We will,” Yoongi pulls back to look at the omega in the eyes, “but first,” his hands squeeze the omega’s hips, “let me have my party.”

‘I’m drowning in this cold depth of darkness for far too long. Please hold me in your warm embrace.’

With his hold on Jimin’s hips, he hoists the omega up on his desk. Uncaring of the instruments and documents in his desperation to have Jimin. He shoves the files off of it in irritation when Jimi squirms and looks at them.

Jimin leans on his arms, trying to catch his breath and understand this sudden desperation in Yoongi. He watches the papers fall on the floor. Some float in the air before scattering around the studio. There are musical notes on some, some are scribbles. All of them are like the fluff of feathers around them while Yoongi yanks Jimin’s pants down his legs till his knees.

The alpha groans when he sees Jimin is not wearing underwear.

Jimin leans back against the recording studio’s wall while kicking the pants off of him. Yoongi quickly unbuckles himself before he reaches into his drawer to pull out a condom. He tears it with his teeth before rolling it over his already-exposed cock.

Jimin grips the edge of the table when Yoongi bends him in half. His legs thrown over Yoongi’s shoulders.

Yoongi curses, “you’re already fucking wet!”

Jimin knows that. He has been leaking slick since the kiss. He hates how responsive he is to the alpha. How his body just prepares itself whenever the alpha is around.

Jimin swallows, “you do that to me.”

Those feline-like eyes snap to his and Jimin doesn’t shy away. Those eyes hold a storm in them Jimin can’t decipher. The alpha’s pheromones are thick around them. Almost clogging Jimin’s senses.

Yoongi’s jaw hardens; he gives his cock a few pumps before lining himself up with Jimin’s entrance. He puts his one hand on Jimin’s stomach and the other around his own girth. With his lower lip bitten between his teeth, Yoongi pushes in.

Jimin closes his eyes with a shudder. The alpha’s cock always feels too big in him. He always has to struggle to accommodate the girth. He feels the cock stretch his inner-muscles. His rim contorts around the girth as he sucks Yoongi in.

Jimin looks at his abdomen to see the bulge as the alpha sinks further. Yoongi feels too big in this position. The alpha doesn’t stop until he bottoms out. His balls hit Jimin’s ass.

Jimin shudders with a whimper, “f-fuck.”

The tip of the alpha’s cock is pressing against his prostate. The tingling sensation every time Yoongi’s cock twitches inside him has Jimin gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turn white.

The omega looks at Yoongi, “move.”

Yoongi takes hold of the back of his knees, pushing his legs towards his head, almost bending him in half as he pulls out till the tip is the only thing inside Jimin.

There is a pause where their eyes meet. Yoongi arches an eyebrow, Jimin nods, holding his breath.

Yoongi slams back inside. Hitting the head of his cock against Jimin’s prostate.

“Ahh!” Jimin cries out, the back of his head hitting the bunch of files stacked behind him, “Yoo—n!”

With his grip under Jimin’s knees, Yoongi pulls him closer until Jimin’s ass is hanging off of the desk. Jimin puts his hands against the wall for some leverage.

Yoongi starts to properly fuck into him. Each thrust is harder than the last one. Jimin’s insides burn with the friction. His walls tightening around Yoongi in retaliation and making the alpha growl in pleasure.

“So fucking tight for me,” Yoongi grunts, “even after all this time…”

Jimin looks at where his belly is bulging. The cock moving in and out of him. His mouth falls open around moans and cries. He struggles to breathe properly as the alpha hammers into him. His hands ache where he is trying to support himself against the wall.

Jimin falls on his elbows on a particularly hard thrust, “Yoongi!” he reaches to grasp onto the alpha’s shoulders, pulling him closer, “Yoongi…”

Yoongi grunts, “yes, take my name,” he wraps his arms around Jimin as his thrusts continue, “take my name, angel. Yes.”

Jimin tugs at the alpha’s shirt, “off,” he mouths at the alpha’s exposed neck, “off, off, off!”

Yoongi pulls back a little to yank the t-shirt off of him, throwing it over his head somewhere on the floor.

Jimin’s eyes trail over the alpha’s front. The alpha is not typically built with eight packs or a bulging chest. Though he is toned. He is lean and his abs are a faint line. Not all stiff like a rock. The alpha is not as tall as the typical alphas but he is broad. He has wide and meaty shoulders. His back muscles are prominent under Jimin’s touch. He is very gorgeous in his own, unique way that has Jimin’s breath catching in his chest. Every time.

Jimin is angry at himself that he is still so affected. That his pep talk didn’t make him immune to the alpha’s charm. So he lets out that anger in the sex. He pushes back down on Yoongi’s cock and reaches to grab the alpha by his nape to kiss him.

Yoongi comes readily. Fucking harder and harder into Jimin.

Jimin grasps the alpha’s hair with one hand and the other takes a hold of his own neglected, hard, cock. He pumps it with each thrust from the alpha. Their moans and groans filling the room.

“Looking so full, angel,” Yoongi grunts, their foreheads resting against each other’s and the alpha’s eyes on Jimin’s bulging belly, “so full of me. My cock looks so good in you, baby.”

Jimin cums with a whine. Thick ropes of his release coat his hand and drip down on the desk.

Yoongi groans because of the way Jimin tightens further around him.

“Come on, alpha,” Jimin leans back on his elbows, sucks onto his cum-coated fingers while Yoongi watches, “cum in your cumdump. Your cumdump is so empty, alpha… fill him up.”

Yoongi’s breath catches in his throat and his thrusts stutter. With a curse, he grips Jimin’s legs harder and ruts into the omega a few more times before he shoots his release in the condom.

Jimin flops on the desk, trying to catch his breath. Yoongi holds himself up over Jimin with his hands on the desk.

They both take some time to compose themselves and then Yoongi pulls out. He ties the condom and throws it in the bin before looking at Jimin who just sat up on the desk, looking down at himself.

Yoongi holds out his hand. Jimin looks at it and back at Yoongi.

“Let’s clean up before leaving,” Yoongi takes Jimin’s hand, “we want everyone to know we are dating but let’s not prance around smelling like each other’s release.”

Jimin scoffs, following Yoongi to the adjacent bathroom the alpha has in his studio, “right. As if you don’t jerk off on me because you like how I smell with your cum drying on me.”

Yoongi smirks, closing the bathroom door after him, “now, now, let’s keep that for only me, shall we?”

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Yoongi crowds the omega against the shower. The water cascades down on them as Yoongi kisses Jimin. This time the kiss is tender and he licks over the dent of his teeth he left on those plump lips.

He hopes the omega can understand his ‘thank you,’ through the kiss. If Jimin doesn’t, that’s okay too. Yoongi would find another way to thank the omega for coming to rescue him from his own life.

“How about I take you shopping this weekend?” Yoongi pulls back to look at Jimin.

Jimin is still catching his breath from the kiss, he frowns, “why all of a sudden?”

Yoongi shrugs while averting his eyes, “you know… the fake dating thing. People will see us out and about. It’s for the plan.”

Jimin’s scent dims around them and the omega nods, “that’s… a great idea. Sure. A fake date.”

Yoongi picks up the soap with a smile, “yeah. Just a fake date.”

── .✦

Jimin did another pep talk with himself in front of his mirror before their ‘date.’ He made sure to remind himself he was not going to read into these gestures because he knew none of these gestures meant anything to the alpha and knowing the alpha, they shouldn’t mean anything to him either.

Jimin looks at himself one last time. He is wearing a green sweater with black, skinny jeans. A black bag strapped over his chest. Jimin sprays some perfume on himself before picking up his sunglasses and leaving his apartment.

Yoongi is waiting by his car. Scrolling on his phone while leaning against the black Rolls-Royce. Jimin pauses to take the alpha in.

Yoongi is wearing a maroon leather jacket with a black, round-neck t-shirt underneath and a blue jeans. His eyes are hidden behind his Chanel sunglasses.

Jimin breathes out before walking over to the alpha. Yoongi looks up, combing back his long, raven hair when he sees Jimin. Jimin nods at him in greeting.

“You took your time,” Yoongi straightens, unhooking his ankles, “well, it’s worth it, I’d say.”

Jimin feels the alpha’s eyes roam over him. He smirks, stepping close enough to murmur against the alpha’s mouth.

“I was in such a rush, I forgot to put on any underwear,” he giggles when the alpha curses under his breath and gets inside the car.

Yoongi straightens his jacket before following Jimin inside.

“Where are you taking me?” Jimin straps himself in, looks over at the alpha, “just so you know, I only shop from designer brands.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yoongi starts the car with a roll of his eyes, “you can buy whatever you want, I don’t care.”

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Jimin looks over at the alpha every now and then. Tries to see how close the alpha is to losing it as they have been shopping for four or so hours now. Bags are hanging off of the alpha’s hands whenever they leave a shop. Jimin wants to see Yoongi snap. Get angry or worse, pissed, for the money Jimin is draining and the time he is clearly wasting.

It never comes.

Yoongi waits patiently for Jimin to go through everything he wants and then he swipes his black card without a muscle twitching on his face.

“Where now?” Yoongi asks after dumping the last load of bags in the boot of his car.  

Jimin looks at the array of bags and back at the alpha, “uhm, I guess I bought everything I liked,” he shifts on his feet, “I don’t need anything else.”

Yoongi looks at his watch, “it’s almost evening and we didn’t even have lunch. Come on.”

Jimin follows the alpha back inside the car. He keeps stealing glances at Yoongi. The frustration keeps building with each reaction-less moment he spends with the alpha. Jimin glares out of the window, thinking what else he should’ve done to—

His breath catches in his throat when he feels a hand come to rest on his thigh. He looks at the alpha’s ring-clad palm squeezing his thigh, and back at the alpha’s impassive face.

Yoongi drives with one hand while his other hand stays on Jimin’s leg. The warmth has Jimin twitching on his spot. He bites onto his lower lip when Yoongi’s fingers rub over his knee, back and forth, back and forth. As if the alpha is doing it without much thought. As if it’s normal between them.

Jimin forces himself to stare out of the window as the car drives through the posh area of the city.

Yoongi stops the car in front of a well-known restaurant and Jimin is glad. He almost jumps out of the car before Yoongi can and waits outside.

There are people around the restaurant who look over at them. Probably recognize them because Jimin can see some of them are pulling out their phones to record them.

“Let’s go,” Yoongi wraps an arm around his waist, guiding him towards the entrance of the restaurant.

Jimin follows with a stiff nod. All he can focus is on the hand on his back.

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The two of them eat in comfortable silence. Jimin looks around the place and ignores the people who are clearly taking their pictures or recording them. He looks back at Yoongi who is looking at him already.

“What?” Jimin asks when the alpha just looks.

“Nothing,” Yoongi puts down his chopsticks with a sigh, “you look too stiff. Relax.”

“People are recording us,” Jimin pokes at his noodles, “I mean, I know that’s the point of these outings but…” he frowns, “why can’t people respect each other’s privacy?”

Yoongi leans back against the chair with a small quirk of his lips, “I actually don’t know how it feels like to be entirely invisible. I never was. The first article about me was when I was born and since then it’s been the norm for me. I don’t miss anonymity,” he looks outside through the glass wall, “you can’t miss something you never had.”

“I had anonymity,” Jimin puts his hands on his lap, sighs, “I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but…”

“Missing something from your life before fame doesn’t make you ungrateful,” Yoongi observes, “it just means you had a fulfilling past that is worth missing. Don’t feel bad for that.”

Jimin lets out the breath that got lodged in his throat. He nods, licks his lip with an awkward smile and looks at the noodles again.

“I miss being able to just be, you know? I miss when I could go out on the streets and no one would spare me a second glance, forget recording me. I miss that anonymity. Now, every time I am out, I have to make sure I’m properly dressed, properly behaved… it’s a lot sometimes.”

Yoongi looks at him. Those eyes are so sharp, Jimin fears they can see beyond his face. He averts his eyes.

“It must be tiring,” Yoongi looks around the place, “I didn’t think like that when I booked a table here,” he looks back at Jimin, “do you want to pack the lunch and go home to eat in peace?”

Jimin blinks. He didn’t want a solution to his situation when he shared it with the alpha. He was just rambling. Now, faced with a choice, he shrugs.

“It’s okay,” he picks up his chopsticks, “we need to sell the idea that we’re dating,” he puts some noodles in his mouth, “I was just talking. You don’t have to find a solution for it.”

Yoongi picks up his chopsticks with a small laugh, “I see,” he digs into his fried rice, “I’ll remember to just listen the next time.”

Jimin stills for a second at the promise of a next time so casually coming from the alpha. Then he goes back to eating. He promised himself he wouldn’t read too much into anything the alpha does. He plans on sticking to that promise.

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“Where are we?” Jimin looks at the store they stopped by because Yoongi said he had some things to buy.

He looks at the cream-coloured walls and rose-gold lights illuminating the shop. There are yellow striped lights on the ceiling. A few chandeliers lining the hallway that leads to a few rooms. They walk up to the counter where a woman stands.

She smiles when she sees Yoongi and gives him a bow, “hello, Mr. Min, what do we owe this pleasure?”

Yoongi gives a small nod and gestures at Jimin, “I need to buy a few things for him.”

Jimin feels the hand on the bottom of his spine. He looks at the woman and back at Yoongi in confusion.

“This way, sir,” she presses a buzzer and another staff walks down the hallway to greet them, “you go with her, sir. I’ll arrange for some refreshments.”

Yoongi guides Jimin down the hallway to a room.

The room has a couch and mirrors as its walls. Jimin looks around the place and up at the huge chandelier that illuminates the space with a warm, yellowish glow. There is a plush, cream-coloured couch where Yoongi goes to sit and Jimin looks at the staff.

“What do you want to check out first, sir?” the woman asks.

Yoongi hums, “show me a few dresses,” he gestures at Jimin, “for him. You can take the measurements.”

“I’ll bring in the help, sir,” the woman leaves.

Jimin turns to Yoongi, “dresses…?” he blinks, “why—”

“You don’t have to wear them outside,” Yoongi chuckles, “they’re just for when you’re staying over at my place. Just a few things I thought would look great on you. Just trust me. These are gifts.”

“For you, not me,” Jimin snaps.

Yoongi quirks his eyebrows with amusement clear on his face, “well,” he shrugs nonchalantly, “guilty as charged.”

Jimin stands in the middle of the room as a few staff walk in, dragging a clothing stand with them. Plenty of dresses are hanging off of it.

Jimin is asked to stand straight as they take measurements before taking out a few dresses and adding some more. Yoongi gets up from the couch to come and check the dresses. The alpha chooses a few and the staffs clear out the room for Jimin to try them on.

“Go on,” Yoongi goes to sit on the couch again, “let’s see.”

Jimin looks at the rack and back at the alpha, “there’s no changing room.”

Yoongi breathes out a laugh, “this is the changing room, angel. Don’t worry, no one’ll come inside until I tell them to.”

He gestures at the buzzer on the tea-table in front of him.

Jimin looks at the dresses and back at the alpha, “but, you’re here.”

Yoongi arches a brow, “is there a part of you I haven’t seen yet, angel?”

There isn’t.

Jimin takes off his bag and puts it on the rack before reaching for his sweater.

“So far, today’s been all about you, angel,” Yoongi says in a rough voice, eyes moving with Jimin’s hands, “I should have some fun, too.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, mutters how it was Yoongi’s idea and how it was for both of their benefits. He ignores how jittery he feels as he undresses while feeling that burning gaze on him.

Yoongi hides his smirk behind his hand as he makes himself comfortable on the couch.

As Jimin drops his jeans, Yoongi bites back a curse.

This will be torture, the alpha thinks, as Jimin arches his back to reach for the first dress.

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There are too many dresses. He tried on a black, lace dress that flows to his upper thighs. Yoongi chose a thong to go underneath, along with fishnet and garter belts.

The next is a silk, white dress with a plunging neckline and off-the-shoulder sleeves. It also reaches his upper thighs. It has a long, white, silk coat to cover it.

As Jimin tries on one dress after another, he ignores how Yoongi helps him into them, how the alpha stands so close while Jimin changes, and how Yoongi’s hands caress his curves and bare skin when they both look at Jimin in the mirror.

“A few more backless silk dresses,” Yoongi murmurs, palm cupping Jimin’s ass, “with lace thongs.”

Jimin arches his back, looking over his shoulder at the alpha’s serious face, “you have a thing for lace?”

Yoongi’s hooded eyes find him, “I have a thing for you in lace,” he leans in to kiss Jimin on the lips, “want to see you bounce on my cock in your lacy dresses, princess.”

Jimin moans into the kiss, pulling back with a shudder, “do I look good?”

Yoongi’s hand squeezes his ass firmly, “you look ravishing,” he whispers in Jimin’s ear, “now try the red one, angel.”

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Jimin looks at himself in the thong and fishnet. The garter belts are a nice contrast against his tan skin. He looks at the mirror, at the alpha who is standing behind him and is also looking at him.

“So you bring all your flings here to shop?” Jimin hopes his voice comes off casual, “that’s a lot of money spent for someone to look pretty.”

“I bought a few things from here before,” Yoongi answers absentmindedly, his eyes still wandering all over Jimin, “it’s a sex shop in partnership with Cocytus. I never had to buy clothes for someone because I never had a semi-permanent fling before.”

Jimin turns to face the alpha, “what is Cocytus?”

Yoongi looks down at him, “the BDSM club I have a membership in. It’s a posh club only for VVIPs and this shop is in partnership with them.”

Jimin’s tongue rolls in his mouth, “you… frequent a BDSM club?”

Yoongi arches a brow, “does that surprise you?”

It should. It would, a few months ago. Now it doesn’t. Jimin tilts his head with a cocky roll of his eyes.

“So, you buy sex stuff from here.”

“Sex stuff,” Yoongi snorts as he parrots what Jimin said and nods, “you can say so. Why?” his eyes glimmer, “want to try some of them out?”

Jimin’s lips curl with disgust, “you mean, if I want to try out the things you already used on others? No, thanks,” he turns to look at himself in the mirror again, all of a sudden feeling too exposed, “I’d rather not.”

Yoongi observes him. As if trying to read Jimin’s mood from his face. Jimin reaches for his pants.

“Did you go to this Cocytus recently?” he asks amicably while fiddling with the jeans, “just curious.”

“It has been a long time since I went there,” Yoongi wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist to stop him from getting dressed, “if you want, we can go someday.”

Jimin looks over his shoulder at the alpha with a glare, “so you can try to convince me to sleep with the entire club?”

Yoongi’s eyes close momentarily, “how many times do I have to tell you it was a miscommunication? If you don’t want something, you can say no and I won’t ever force you.”

“Why on earth did you think I’d say yes to sleeping with your friends when I thought we were exclusive?!” Jimin forcefully wiggles out of Yoongi’s hold, the familiar fire igniting deep in his guts again, “why did you think anyone would agree—”

“Because in the past, people have!” Yoongi throws his hands up in frustration, “because I didn’t think sex was something so meaningful to you because it’s not to me! I learnt my lesson. What do I have to do for you to let it go?”

“You did everything and I did let it go,” Jimin hisses under his breath.

“Did you, really?” Yoongi takes a step forward to come and stand in front of him, “if you did, then why do you keep bringing it up?”

“Because it still bothers me!” Jimin screams this time, glaring at the alpha so he doesn’t break down, “I thought we were—” he closes his eyes, holding his words back and pushing them down his throat with some effort, “I took it as something else. You clearly didn’t. Just don’t tell me to move on like it’s nothing. It was something to me and it disturbed me. I get to hold onto it for as long as I want!”

“I get that, I’m sorry,” Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m really sorry,” he gestures at the clothes, “let’s just buy these and go. Forget I asked about that club. I was…” he shrugs, “I don’t know why I did.”

Jimin calms himself. He looks at the dresses and back at Yoongi.

“So, if not for an orgy, why do you want to take me to that club?”

Yoongi rolls his tongue in his mouth, “you really think a BDSM club just works on orgies? There’s so much more to it. There are scenes you can participate in or just watch—”

“Scenes as in someone getting fucked?” Jimin asks cautiously.

Yoongi looks exasperated, “you can call it that. It’s all consensual. Some people come from influential backgrounds. People who need some time away from their daily lives. Just as we have clubs for golfs, kitty parties, luncheons, this is also the same. It’s just… this involves sex. You can watch a few scenes. It’s like theatre. You can perform. Or, you can rent a room to enjoy with your partners. Anything, really.”

“Did you do all that before?” Jimin blurts the question out before he can stop himself.

There are shadows of the chandelier on Yoongi’s face. Drawing intricate patterns on his smooth skin. His eyes glimmer with the chandeliers’ glow reflecting on them. His pale face looks warm somehow.

He nods, combs his hair off of his forehead, “I did. I enjoy performing. I enjoy watching the scenes. I’ve rented those rooms before. Yes.”

Something disturbing unfurls in Jimin’s stomach with each word leaving Yoongi’s mouth. His skin prickles with goosebumps and he can’t help the way his shoulders tense under the alpha’s gaze.

Jimin’s lips curl, “right,” he turns away to absorb the things Yoongi just told him, “and you want to take me there.”

“If you’d like to, yes,” Yoongi shrugs, “if you don’t—”

“Will you pick some omega to take to those rooms when we visit?” Jimin whispers, his chest tightening against his will, “I’m just wondering, not like I care…”

“No, I won’t,” Yoongi steps closer to hover behind Jimin, his hot breath ghosts over Jimin’s exposed nape, “I’ll be there with you. I don’t need anyone else there.”

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.

Yoongi sees the turmoil on Jimin’s face. The omega chews the inside of his cheek with a furrow of his brows. His scent flares around them. If one could see scents, Yoongi thinks he’d see the omega’s pheromones floating all around them. Bouncing off of the glass walls.

“Okay,” comes Jimin’s barely audible whisper, “we can…maybe…take a tour. There.”

Yoongi has to hold himself back from growling at the thought of Jimin joining him for a night in Cocytus. He licks his lip and nods curtly.

“When?” Jimin looks at him curiously.

Yoongi shrugs, “we can go anytime you decide. It’s all on you, angel.”

Jimin turns away from him to pick up his sweater. Yoongi’s eyes trail over the omega’s back. Down the spine to the arch of his ass. The lacy thong a perfect contrast with the omega’s plump ass. Yoongi has to physically hold himself back from cupping the mounds in his hands. Or worse, pulling the omega closer by his hips to rub his half-hard cock against him until he cums.

That’d be embarrassing. Rutting against an omega like he’s in rut. Being that desperate for anyone… it unsettles Yoongi. He shakes the thought off of his mind.

He stops Jimin before the omega can wear the sweater, “just a second.”

He guides Jimin in front of the mirror and pulls out a small box from his pocket.

Jimin eyes it curiously.

“When did you get that?” he wonders.

Yoongi pulls out a diamond choker and ties it around the omega’s throat, “when you were busy shopping,” he looks at the dangling ‘angel’ pendant that glimmers against Jimin’s throat. Yoongi rests his hands on Jimin’s bare hips and steps closer until his clothed cock rests against the omega’s ass. Jimin’s eyes widen a little as he feels the alpha’s hardness through the layers of clothing.

“Yoon…”

Yoongi reaches for the clothing rack blindly and picks out a red, silk, knee-length dress with spaghetti straps. He holds it out for Jimin and with a look at the dress and back at him, Jimin pulls it over his head.

Yoongi groans, mouthing the omega’s nape, “looking so good, angel,” he looks at the mirror over Jimin’s shoulder, “look at you.”

Jimin looks at himself and Yoongi takes a hold of his chin to physically turn the omega’s mouth to capture those lips.

“Get in the car while I pay for these,” Yoongi murmurs against Jimin’s mouth, “put on the sweater and jeans for now. There might be someone with their phones out when we leave.”

“Who cares?” Jimin turns to him, “if they want a picture of me in this dress—”

“Do as I say, princess,” Yoongi doesn’t understand the itch under his skin but he doesn’t like it, “go and wait in the car.”

Jimin doesn’t move. As if he is contemplating if he should put up a fight or just follow Yoongi’s instruction. Yoongi waits. He’d not let Jimin walk out of here wearing just that red, skimpy dress and he’s ready to fight too.

Jimin gives in and wears his sweater and jeans. He grabs his bag and leaves.

Yoongi nods at the staffs who walk inside to collect everything and goes to the counter to pay.

── .✦

Jimin got out of his jeans and sweater as soon as he got in the car. Throwing the clothes on the backseat flippantly before settling on the passenger seat with a shrug. The red dress riding up his thighs as he settles. Uncaring of the straps falling off of his shoulders every now and then.

“I don’t see the point of wearing so many layers,” the omega had said.

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Yoongi is trying hard to not look at the omega as he drives. He focuses on the streets, the cars ahead of him, his eyes flickering to each one before going up to look at the signals. Anything to do rather than turn and look at the omega.

Jimin puts his fishnet-clad legs on the dashboard. Fiddling with his phone with his lower lip bitten between his teeth. Yoongi lets out a deep breath, taking in those legs. He remembers how they feel thrown over his shoulder or wrapped around his waist. He knows how soft the omega’s thighs are under his hands and mouth.

His cock twitches as he thinks about the marks he sucks onto the omega’s inner-thighs. He can make Jimin spread his legs and those marks will be there. Still blooming.

Yoongi shifts in his seat. His cock throbs between his legs with the thought of Jimin bouncing on it wearing that red dress. With the thong pushed aside just enough so Yoongi can put his cock inside.

Yoongi risks a glance at Jimin from the corner of his eyes and Jimin is focused on his phone. The choker glimmers when it catches the last rays of the setting sun. Jimin’s face is soft with the orange hue of the sun. His lips jut out in a pout as he reads something with utter concentration.

Yoongi has never felt an urge so blinding before. He has never felt so out of control of his own emotions before. It’s a surreal feeling when he misses the exit on the highway, just because he is too distracted to look at the signs. His eyes are all for Jimin.

The feeling is unnerving and Yoongi’s jaw hardens. He doesn’t understand this encompassing desire. It’s not like he is sex-starved. It was never the case. It’s not like he is like Jungkook, in love with Taehyung to the point where he is always looking at him with starry eyes.

He doesn’t understand this feeling and he hates not knowing what is going on in his mind. Hates how unprepared he feels in front of Jimin nowadays. So overwhelmed for no reason.

Yoongi takes the next exit and speeds up through the deserted road that will connect him to the city after a few miles.

Jimin slumps on the seat with a yawn, “I’m so tired,” he stretches himself, arching off of the seat with his arms and legs taut and outstretched, “all I want is to go home, take a long bath and sleep.”

Yoongi’s nose twitches with the omega’s scent. It fills the car. Mixes so infuriatingly well with his own pheromones.

It has started to rain. The raindrops fogging up the car’s windows. The sound of those water droplets hitting the glass reaches them both. The clammy day slowly turning into a soothing one.

Yoongi looks at the quiet road. The trees line on both sides. The sun barely peeking through the clouds. He sees a clearing between the trees and turns the car towards it.

“What—” Jimin sits up straight, “where are we going?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer. The raindrops pelt harder on the glasses now. Obstructing their views a little. Yoongi drives until the road is just a line in his rearview, making sure the car is far away from any passing vehicle’s sight and kills the engine.

The quiet engulfs them. The only sound is the raindrops, the wind rustling through the trees, dried leaves on the ground and the birds calling each other on their way back home.

Yoongi unclasps his seatbelt and reaches over to Jimin to do the same for him.

“Yoon,” Jimin looks at his hand undoing the seatbelt and back up at him, “what are you doing—”

Yoongi holds Jimin by the nape to pull him in for a searing kiss. He growls into it when he tastes the omega’s lip tint. Tongue pushing into Jimin’s mouth to stroke against his own. Jimin mewls in the kiss, hands grasping onto the alpha’s jacket for dear life.

“Backseat,” Yoongi pulls back, “now!”

Jimin scrambles to follow his words. Yoongi shrugs out of his jacket and drops it on the passenger seat before following the omega.

He pulls Jimin in a kiss while settling on the seat. Jimin climbs on his lap without breaking the kiss.

“Was waiting for you to,” Jimin kisses down his throat, “touch me,” his hands roam over Yoongi’s chest and down his stomach to the belt of his jeans, “thought you won’t ever initiate anything today…”

Yoongi growls, hand wrapping around Jimin’s throat to pull him in for another kiss, “wanted to bend you over the table where we had lunch, angel,” he mouths the omega’s quivering lips, “wanted to fuck you on that couch in the shop, but…” he pulls away to look Jimin in the eyes, “held myself back. I didn’t want anyone else to see you like that. Was being a gentleman for you. Enough of that,” he spreads his legs, “on your knees, beautiful,” he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock from the confine of his boxers, “you’ve made alpha wait long enough.”

Jimin drops to his knees between Yoongi’s legs. His hands come up and Yoongi clicks his tongue. He pulls off the belt he was wearing and reaches to wrap it around Jimin’s wrists behind his back.

Jimin arches against him as Yoongi tightens the knot, restraining his arms behind the omega before he comfortably sits back on the seat.

“Just your mouth, pretty,” he puts a hand on the back of Jimin’s head, “I only need your mouth on me.”

With a look at him, Jimin mouths his already hard cock. Yoongi watches how the omega’s plump lips drag over his length. The smooth skin of his cock creases as the omega’s tongue licks over it. Jimin kisses the mushroom head of Yoongi’s cock. His lips wrap around it as his tongue rolls on it. Rubbing over the slit where pre-cum is already forming.

Yoongi curses and his fingers tighten in Jimin’s blond locks, “don’t fucking tease, angel,” he takes a hold of his cock and slaps it against Jimin’s lips, “open up for alpha.”

Jimin opens his mouth wide and Yoongi feeds his cock in the warm cavern of it until his cock hits the back of the omega’s throat. Jimin’s eyes water and his throat tightens around Yoongi. His lips stretched to their limits to accommodate the alpha’s girth.

Yoongi groans, “so fucking good, angel,” he looks down at the omega.

Jimin’s red dress is rumpled now. One of the straps fell off of his shoulder. Yoongi reaches to pull the dress down a little to reveal the omega’s taut nipple. He holds the nipple between his thumb and index finger, pinching it.

“Ahhh!” Jimin arches, gags when the cock slides down further in his throat, “mhpmh.”

Yoongi twists the nipple, “suck my cock, princess,” his eyes burn on Jimin’s watering ones, “suck your alpha’s cock like you were born to.”

Jimin hollows his cheeks, lips tightening as he starts to bob his head on the length.

Yoongi plays with his nipple, pulls at it and twists it before moving to the other side. The dress flops down to the omega’s midriff when Yoongi yanks off the strap on the other side.

Jimin makes noises as he goes down on Yoongi. Yoongi takes a hold of the back of Jimin’s head and with the other hand, he holds the omega’s nose.

Those teary eyes spring to him.

When Jimin doesn’t protest, Yoongi snaps his hips, fucking down Jimin’s throat as the omega tightens further around him. Yoongi watches how Jimin’s eyes roll, tears brimming in them. The more Yoongi moves, the more those eyes water.

After a while, he lets go of Jimin’s nose to let the omega breathe. Jimin’s chest heaves with the deep breaths he takes and then Yoongi is pinching his nose to pull in him again.

Jimin’s arms twitch, wrists twisting every time the alpha’s cock hits the back of his throat. Yoongi pulls back time to time to let the omega gulp down much-needed air before pulling him back down on his cock.

“You’re doing so well, angel,” Yoongi grinds against Jimin’s face, the omega’s nose buried against his pelvis, “you’ve learnt how to use that throat like a pro now. Doing so well, baby, such a great omega for alpha. Aren’t you?”

Jimin squirms on his knees. Yoongi lets go of his nose to hold his face between his hands. His thrusts are erratic and desperate. He pulls back when Jimin chokes again, coughing.

Yoongi leans in, his hand holding Jimin by his jaw, to capture those lips. Jimin’s cheeks are damp from the tears and his chin is glistening with saliva and Yoongi’s pre-cum. Yoongi kisses him, fucking his tongue into the omega’s mouth to taste himself.

The rain is intensifying outside as if to match the intensity of Yoongi’s emotions that rush through him when Jimin kisses him back oh, so eagerly.

“Come on,” he pulls Jimin up on the seat, angling him in a way that has Jimin’s face on the seat and his ass up in the air.

The dress rolls down to bunch up under the omega’s armpits. Jimin turns his face to a side so his cheek rests on the leather seat.

Yoongi reaches for the compartment at the front of the car and curses.

There are no condoms.

He looks back at Jimin and then at the empty compartment.

“You can,” Jimin’s voice sounds rough, fucked out, “cum down my throat or…” he licks his lips, arching his back further, “jerk off on me.”

Yoongi looks at the omega’s bare ass except for the thongs and the garter belts connected to the fishnets. The omega’s ass glows in the dim light of the stormy evening. Yoongi wants to lean in and bite those globes. Leave marks all over them so everyone, even Jimin, knows who he belongs to.

Yoongi squeezes the base of his cock.

He has never fucked an omega without a condom. Never in his life felt the need to. If there’s no condom, he stops. Simple.

He looks at Jimin and Jimin is looking away, struggling with his hands tied behind him to sit up.

“I can suck you off—” Jimin gasps when Yoongi takes a hold of the back of his neck and pushes him down on the seat again.

The alpha positions himself behind Jimin. Much to Jimin’s surprise.

“Can I?” Yoongi rubs the cock over Jimin’s ass, smearing pre-cum there, “without a condom? I’m clean.”

Jimin doesn’t answer right away. He looks torn between surprise and arousal. When Yoongi arches an impatient brow, Jimin nods, spreads his legs as much as he can while staying on the seat.

“Yes,” his throat bobs, “you can.”

Yoongi groans, “thank fuck!”

He spits on his hand to lather his cock up, spreading the pre-cum and saliva all over his shaft. Slick gushes out of Jimin, dripping down the back of his thighs. His rim squeezes around nothing in anticipation.

Yoongi lines his cock up with the omega’s entrance and looks at Jimin’s face. Jimin is looking back at him over his shoulder. His cheeks bunched up on the seat. His lips parted with unsaid words. They still glisten with the alpha’s pre-cum drying on them.

Jimin looks ruffled. Affected. He looks at Yoongi with desperation and Yoongi breathes in the omega’s thick scent in the car.

With a curse, he pushes inside the waiting heat and dampness of the omega’s hole.

Yoongi throws his head back with a string of curses falling from his lips.

It feels surreal to be inside the omega with nothing separating them. Not even a thin layer of condom.

Yoongi grips Jimin’s hips to yank him back on his cock. Jimin cries out in shock, eyes widening with a moan.

Yoongi savours how the heat licks around his cock. The wetness dampens the smooth skin. He looks down where his cock is disappearing and reappearing from the omega. He looks at the wetness on his cock that is Jimin’s slick coating him. The omega’s rim puckering to suck him in and the muscles dragging on his length when Yoongi pulls out.

“Never fucked anyone without protection, angel,” Yoongi’s hand reaches to grasp Jimin’s hair, the other hand’s grip tightening on the omega’s waist, “feels so fucking good!”

Jimin whines. Yoongi is not gentle when he fucks, ever, but today he is desperate. Something so uncommon for the alpha. He is always in control of himself. Always has an aura of dominance when he fucks Jimin.

Yet, this evening it’s different. He is desperate. He is rutting into Jimin. His hips moving faster as if trying to get as deeper in Jimin as he can.

Jimin’s toes curl. His shoulders ache where his arms are stretched over his back. The belt around his wrists digs deeper as he twists his hands every time the cock hits his prostate. Jimin knows there will be angry marks on his wrists and he is so fucked up, his cock twitches at the thought.

Jimin has already orgasmed once when Yoongi was fucking his throat. He came the moment the alpha restricted his breathing. His cock twitched and spilled between his legs.

Now his cock is hard again, bobbing uselessly with each thrust from the alpha.

Yoongi’s cock buries too deep in this position. The alpha claws at him where he holds Jimin by the waist. With each thrust from the alpha, Jimin is lurching forward. Only held back because of the grip Yoongi had on his hair. Making his neck arch with grunted and choked noises spilling from his mouth.

“Come here, my lamb,” Yoongi growls, tugging his hair to pull Jimin up, “sit on your alpha’s cock.”

Jimin sniffles when he straightens. He is not sitting on Yoongi’s cock. It feels like he is impelled on it. Like this, the cock is buried too deep in him. Almost hitting his womb.

Tears roll down from the corners of his eyes. He is too sensitive and desperate. Yoongi is snapping his cock up into him. With each thrust, his cock is now fucking into Jimin’s womb. Jimin shudders, head thrown over Yoongi’s shoulder.

“My angel,” Yoongi growls against his ear, “made only for me. Aren’t you, baby?” his teeth sink onto Jimin’s earlobe, making Jimin hiss, “alpha will fuck you so well no other cock will ever satisfy you again. Only mine. Hmm? My fucking angel. Only for me to fuck. Made for me. Only mine!”

Yoongi mouths his neck, sucks hickeys where people will see. Jimin should tell him off but he is too lost in how good the alpha fucks him to care.

His thoughts are all about how the cock moves in him. How the alpha’s grunts and hot breaths feel against his ear. How aroused the alpha’s scent is. It makes him feel dizzy with arousal. Jimin whines.

Yoongi takes a hold of his waist and rotates his hips with each upward thrust.

“Alpha’s going to fill your womb, angel,” Yoongi growls in a hoarse voice, “you’ll let him. Won’t you?”

“Alpha!” Jimin cums while blabbering ‘alpha’ over and over.

His cum sticks to the dress, drips down his thighs to coat the seat. Jimin doesn’t give a fuck. All he cares about is how Yoongi groans because Jimin’s inner muscles tighten around him.

“Want my knot, princess?” Yoongi hisses against his ear, “want alpha’s cum in your womb?”

Jimin’s eyes roll back with the thought. He is gasping to breathe. The air around them feels damp on his heated skin. He knows they both are sweating. Yoongi is so warm behind him. His mouth so moist against Jimin’s sweaty skin.

Jimin nods with a jerk, “y—yes, alpha. Please… knot. I want your knot.”

Yoongi hasn’t ever knotted him. The alpha always cums in the condom that restrains the knot. Jimin doesn’t know how a knot feels because he never wanted it with someone else.

‘You shouldn’t want it with Yoongi either.’

A part of his brain whispers.

Jimin clamps around Yoongi.

He shouldn’t… but he does. He desperately wants Yoongi to knot him. Fill his womb with the alpha’s seeds.

He blinks back the tears and looks at Yoongi who is so fucking close to him, “fill your angel up with your cum, alpha.”

Yoongi’s hand goes around Jimin’s throat to cup his chin so the alpha can lean in to capture his lips for a bruising kiss. With a few slams of his hips, Yoongi’s knot is catching on Jimin’s rim.

Jimin’s eyes widen when his rim is stretched beyond its limit. He struggles in the kiss with fresh tears pooling in his eyes. Yoongi’s one hand holds him by the throat and the other rests against the car’s window to balance their weights.

Jimin wrenches his lips away from the alphas to whimper when he feels the prickling of sharp barbs on his inner muscles.

“Wh—what…” he squirms, his insides burning with pleasure as the tip of Yoongi’s cock pushes against his womb and the pain as the sharp tips of the barbs dig their claws on his sensitive insides, “what…oh, fuck!”

Yoongi leaves open-mouthed kisses on his bare shoulders, the hand around his throat tightening to make his omega submit. Jimin’s mouth falls open with the spikes digging deeper in him.

“Yoon—nn!”

“Stop squirming,” Yoongi licks a fat stripe behind his ear, scenting him to calm his omega down, “the more you move, the deeper the barbs will sink. The knot can’t form properly if you move so much.”

Jimin glares over his shoulder at the alpha with tears lining his eyelashes, “oh, my bad!” he seethes, breathing heavily, “that your fucking cock is already so big and now it’s getting bigger to a point I feel stuffed beyond my—ohhh—my limit and the knot fucking hurts!”

Yoongi’s eyes are storms of blazing flames, arousal swirling in them, he leans in to mouth over Jimin’s lips, “you want me to pull out, princess?”

“No!” Jimin pushes back on the alpha’s cock with a snarl that has Yoongi’s lips twitching, “just… shut the fuck up!”

Yoongi observes him with an expression Jimin can’t decipher. Then the alpha’s hand comes down on Jimin’s ass with such force it has Jimin arching against him. The cracking sound reverberates in the closed space of the car.

“Ohh,” Jimin squirms, “Yoon…”

“Don’t act out, you fucking brat,” Yoongi licks into his ear, “not when alpha has his cock buried so deep in you, he’s practically fucking your womb.”

Where Yoongi’s hand landed on Jimin’s ass throbs. The pain is so delicious, it has Jimin tightening further around the alpha’s knot.

Yoongi grunts, burying his face against Jimin’s neck. Yoongi holds Jimin by the waist, fingers digging deep, then he is pulling out an inch and slamming right back.

Jimin’s eyes bulge with shock when he feels Yoongi’s cock move past the barrier and into his womb. His mouth falls open around a silent scream. His cock twitches pathetically before a few dollops of cum dribble out of it as another orgasm hits him.

Yoongi growls with his face still buried in Jimin’s nape and the knot finally pops. Shooting ropes of thick and warm seeds into Jimin.

Jimin meowls. Eyes screwing shut. He twists his hands behind him with vigour now. Yoongi reaches between them to tug the belt off of his wrists. Jimin sniffles when his hands slump forward. His legs protest where they are bent over the seat. His knees burn from staying in that position for so long.

Yoongi manoeuvres them so he is sitting properly and Jimin is on his lap, leaning back on him with his eyes closed and chest heaving.

Yoongi looks at Jimin through the rearview. How the omega looks so spent on top of him. His belly bulges with the knot still buried so deep in him. Jimin’s head is thrown back over Yoongi’s shoulder, Yoongi can see the arch of that throat. Bobbing around gulps of air. The dress has fallen till his midriff. Exposing his taut, brown nipples. Hickeys are adorning his throat and chest where Yoongi could reach. Jimin’s glistening skin is flushed from his face to down his chest.

Yoongi’s eyes trail downwards and he frowns. He can’t see where his cock is buried in Jimin. So, he reaches both his hands out to spread the omega’s legs. To expose his limp cock. Yoongi holds the back of Jimin’s knees and pulls the legs up, almost bending Jimin in half.

“What—” Jimin curses, “hey!”

Yoongi lets out a satisfied hum when he sees himself buried in the omega’s hole. Cum dripping out of him around Yoongi’s thick cock.

“Look at yourself,” he whispers in Jimin’s ear, “look at yourself for me, angel.”

Jimin does and Yoongi takes pleasure in how Jimin’s face flushes a brighter shade of red. Yoongi’s cock throbs in him, making Jimin whimper and release even more slick around the cock.

“Stop it,” Jimin whispers in a hoarse, fucked out voice, “stop, Yoongi.”

Yoongi gently lets Jimin’s legs down and kisses the back of his neck. Teeth grazing the sweaty skin to leave behind goosebumps. He takes Jimin’s hands in his. Rubs over the marks the belt left behind. Jimin looks at him when Yoongi kisses his wrists. Their eyes meet and Jimin goes to turn away but Yoongi takes a hold of his face.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you look like this?” Yoongi captures those swollen lips, “spent and impelled on my cock?”

Jimin’s eyes flutter close, “no, you didn’t.”

Yoongi hums, “my apologies, angel,” he pulls back with a lopsided smirk, “you look stunning with my cock buried in you. As if you were born for that.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, “it hurts,” he looks at the roof of the car and feels Yoongi’s lips trailing over his bare shoulder, the alpha kissing his wrists again and again.

While watching the rain outside Jimin feels each rope of cum spurting inside him. Filling him up to a point where he feels too full. His stomach bulges. He swallows as his hands come to rest on his abdomen.

His mind reels with another image.

Taehyung holding his abdomen like Jimin is right now.

The difference is, that Taehyung was holding his pup in him and Jimin is not.

The thought clears his head almost entirely and suddenly all Jimin feels is sweaty and cheap. So fucking cheap.

“I’ll take the pill,” he whispers to no one in particular, “don’t worry. I won’t get pregnant.”

Yoongi hums, “yeah, I know.”

Jimin closes his eyes. He is too tired and drained to entertain the ‘what ifs’ in his head.

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.

Yoongi pulls out of Jimin when his knot goes down. Jimin winces and stumbles on his trembling legs to get away but Yoongi stops him with an arm around his waist.

“Careful,” he says, “you were about to fall on your face.”

Jimin crawls over to the passenger seat and grimaces when he feels the cum dripping out of him, “I’m going to ruin the seat.”

Yoongi gestures at his expensive leather jacket, “sit on it. I don’t mind.”

Jimin pulls up the straps of his dress and sits on the jacket. Yoongi looks at the backseat. It has both of their releases smeared all over it.

Yoongi snorts, “I’ll get the seat washed, no worries. Sit comfortably.”

Jimin scoffs with a roll of his eyes, “it’s barely comfortable,” he leans against the window to ease his throbbing ass, “you didn’t have to go so hard on me.”

Yoongi takes a long look at Jimin and takes a hold of the omega’s chin to turn him around so Jimin is looking at him. He kisses Jimin.

“It’s all your fault,” Yoongi murmurs into the kiss, “don’t blame me.”

Jimin pulls back, “what?”

Yoongi starts the car without another word. Jimin’s eyes linger on him for a moment before he looks away with a shrug. Yoongi pulls up on the road. Now it’s entirely dark outside. The rain continues as Yoongi drives.

Jimin shivers on his seat, eyeing the AC. Yoongi’s lips twitch and he raises the temperature in the car. Jimin leans back on the seat with a relieved sigh, eyes closing on their own accord.

Yoongi glances at the omega once Jimin settles.

Jimin looks exhausted. Spent. Yoongi slows down the car to a stop and reaches behind his seat to pull out the blanket he keeps in the compartment. He gently places it over Jimin and watches the omega curl under it. Yoongi takes a long look at the sleeping omega before he starts the car again.

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He takes the turn towards Jimin’s apartment and slows the car in front of it. With a look at the building, he turns his eyes on Jimin who is still fast asleep.

He looks peaceful in his seat. The blanket bunched around his shoulders. His nose buried in it. Those pouty lips parted as he breathes.

Yoongi shakes his head with a chuckle and starts the car again.

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Once they reach his building, Yoongi parks the car and gets out of it to open the door for Jimin who hasn’t woken up yet. Yoongi looks at Jimin and back at the elevator in the underground parking lot.

With a hum, he unbuckles Jimin and picks him up from the seat with the blanket still over him. The alpha carries him to the elevator and gets inside before punching in the code for his apartment.

All the way up, Yoongi’s eyes stay on Jimin. Jimin has his head resting on Yoongi’s chest, fast asleep with his mouth open to breathe. So tired after the entire day spent shopping and then the sex that he doesn’t even twitch in Yoongi’s hold.

Yoongi carries him into his apartment. Leading the omega to his bedroom and gently lying him down on his bed. With a sigh, he pulls the ruined dress off of him to clean up the omega as much as he can with a damp towel before pulling the duvet over him.

Yoongi goes to take a shower after dimming the lights in the bedroom.

── .✦

The constant ringing of the phone has him reaching for it while blow-drying his hair. Yoongi looks at the name and switches off the dryer.

“Yeah?”

“Hey,” Taehyung sounds worried sick, “did you drop Jimin off at his place? He was out with you, right? Where is he—”

“Calm down,” Yoongi frowns in confusion, “he’s with me. Why?”

Taehyung lets out a sigh of relief, “Seojoon hyung called. Someone tried to break into Jimin’s apartment. It alarmed the security downstairs and the person fled the scene. I was just making sure Jimin is not there. Otherwise…”

“He’s with me,” unease swirls in the pit of Yoongi’s stomach, “who is it? A dumbfuck fan or something?”

“No,” Taehyung sounds wary, “I think it’s someone Byung-hun sent after Jimin. Chim told me about the settlement and everything, but we know that man. He’s probably trying to hurt Jimin for leaving him like that. I’m just guessing…”

“I think you’re right,” Yoongi looks at the closed door of the bathroom, “I’ll talk to him.”

“Maybe, he should just move in with me and Jungkook,” Taehyung mulls over, “we do have a guest room where he can stay for the time being.”

“He has work in the city,” Yoongi shakes his head, “if he wants, he can stay with me until we find dirt on Byung-hun. Don’t worry, my dad is looking into it. Byung-hun is desperate if he’s sending his goons after Jimin. I’ll handle this.”

“You don’t need to handle this,” Taehyung reminds him in a stern voice, “you will tell him what happened and let him decide how he wants it handled. Don’t take the choice from his hands. I know you think less of us, but we can make our decisions.”

Yoongi doesn’t bother acknowledging the jab, he nods, “I’ll tell him everything when he wakes up. He’s sleeping.”

Taehyung hums, “hyung?”

Yoongi’s thumb hovers over the red circle on his screen, “yeah?”

“He’s not like us,” Taehyung’s voice dips, “he doesn’t know the twists and turns of our circle as well as we do. I don’t want him to come to know either. Definitely not in a harsh way. Just…”

“I won’t hurt him more than I already did, Taehyung,” Yoongi looks at himself in the mirror, “I don’t thrive on someone’s hurt. I swear.”

Taehyung is quiet for a moment before he speaks again, “you’re already hurting him but… yeah. Okay. Just, let him go if things get too complicated. Don’t suck him into your life. He’s not made for it.”

“I know,” Yoongi nods, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He cuts the call.

── .✦ ── .✦

Chapter Text

── .✦ ── .✦

“So you’re telling me I can’t go back home because some lunatic might be out there trying to break into my apartment or maybe it’s someone my ex-fiancé sent after me?”

Jimin’s voice is shrill towards the end. His eyes are wide on the tablet as Seojoon tries to calm him down.

“We’re looking into it, Jimin, until then, maybe you can stay in the company’s rented apartment or maybe with a friend—”

“That’s not the point, hyung!” Jimin throws his hands up in frustration, “I’ve got to go to work. I’ve to go out for daily chores. I don’t know, do you expect me to just stay locked up like this?”

“Until we find out who it was, yes, Jimin,” Seojoon sighs, “we’ll send you a few bodyguards right away. You can also leave the chores on the staffs. We’ll hire some people to look after you. Don’t worry. This mess will be sorted out soon. We’re looking into it.”

“Great,” Jimin murmurs, “until you find that person, I’m stuck in some apartment I don’t even know—”

“You can stay here,” Yoongi walks up behind him to nod at a wide-eyed and shocked Seojoon, “and, you don’t have to send bodyguards or staffs, Seojoon ssi. I’ll handle it.”

“No, don’t get involved!” Jimin snaps, then rubs a hand down his face in frustration, “you don’t have to do this. I’m sure Seojoon hyung will find a place to accommodate me.”

“Why do you need a place when you can just stay here?” Yoongi reasons, “you can move in with Taehyung and Jungkook but they’re about to have a baby with them. Things will be really hectic there. I don’t think that’s a great idea. A new place is also not a great idea because, well, you’re clearly not comfortable about it.”

“No, I won’t go to theirs and drag them in this mess. Of course, not,” Jimin murmurs with his head ducked, “maybe, hyung is right. A rented apartment—”

“You’re staying here, angel,” Yoongi’s voice comes out sharper than he intended, making the omega look up at him with wide eyes, “my place is one of the most secured housings in the city. Also, I’ll get my guards to watch over you whenever you have to leave for work. Don’t worry,” he gives a small smile to Seojoon, “I got this.”

“Uhm,” Seojoon looks at him and back at Jimin, “that sounds good, Jimin. For now, this is better. Until we find out who that man was, I don’t want you to go back to your apartment.”

Jimin looks at Yoongi and Yoongi nods.

Jimin’s shoulders slump, “fine,” he glares at Seojoon, “but, you better find him quickly!”

“I will,” Seojoon assures with a warm smile, “don’t worry, Chim. I’ll get onto it right away.”

Jimin cuts the call and looks at Yoongi, “why’re you doing this?”

Yoongi shrugs, “you need a place to stay. We both are trying to sell the idea that we’re dating. My appa just texted me, wondering if we’re really serious about each other, I think this is the perfect time for you to move in with me. He’ll stop asking such questions and Seojoon will have some time to find that intruder.”

Jimin thoughtfully bites onto his lower lip, “maybe, I should’ve just married Choi. Things won’t—”

“Hey,” Yoongi rests a hand over Jimin’s nape, squeezing it, “don’t go there. Whatever he did, you shouldn’t have married him. I’m glad you didn’t. He’ll meet his end soon, angel,” he leans in to peck Jimin’s lips, “just give it some time.”

Jimin pulls back to look at him, “you really think he’ll meet his karma?”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “I don’t know about karma but he’ll meet his end soon. I assure you of that,” his thumb traces Jimin’s lower lip, his eyes holding Jimin’s hostage, “he’ll regret the day he met you. I’ll make sure of it.”

He pulls back with a jerk of his head towards the kitchen, “I think you should eat something. I made breakfast, come and join me.”

Jimin gets out of the couch where he sat to pick up the call from Seojoon. Yoongi looks at the hickeys he can see around the omega’s throat under the baggy shirt he is wearing. The shirt is Yoongi’s and Jimin wore it after taking a shower. He’s also wearing one of Yoongi’s boxers that he found in the closet.

Yoongi’s eyes trail over him. Jimin still looks exhausted. He hasn’t woken up last night to even have dinner. Slept through the night, only to wake up to Yoongi telling him about the intruder.

“I should thank you for bringing me here,” Jimin tugs at the sleeves of the shirt, long enough to hide his entire arms, “I guess I’d have come face to face with that man if you dropped me off at my place yesterday.”

Yoongi’s teeth sink onto his lower lip. The thought of Jimin walking out of the elevator and coming face to face with the man has an ugly feeling twisting in his guts.

“Hey,” he steps closer, tilting Jimin’s chin to make the omega look up at him, “don’t think about it. You’re safe,” he leans in, breathing over Jimin’s lips, “and protected. No one will dare to come here, I promise.”

Jimin’s hands rest on Yoongi’s chest when the alpha captures his lips. Jimin moves closer in Yoongi’s arms. Kissing him deeply.

“You’re safe with me,” Yoongi murmurs into the kiss, “I know you’ve no reason to believe it but, you are. I’ll see the end of this mess and soon you’ll be free.”

Jimin pulls away from the kiss and buries his face against Yoongi’s chest.

His hands wrapping around Yoongi’s torso, “thank you.”

The hug is so tender and the omega is so soft against him, that Yoongi forgets to breathe for a second. He looks down at Jimin. Jimin’s face is buried against his chest, the omega is leaning on him entirely. His arms are tight around Yoongi.

Yoongi doesn’t like physical affection. Never did. He hates cuddles or anyone’s hands on him more than necessary. Every time a hand reaches for him, his first instinct is flinching.

Yet, in Jimin’s arms, he feels comfortable. The omega holds him like he belongs in Jimin’s arms and not like the omega wants to claim him.

Yoongi lets his arms move, hesitating for a fraction of a second before he wraps them around Jimin.

Yoongi buries his face in Jimin’s hair, “you’re welcome, angel,” he starts to walk with Jimin still held in his arms, “now let’s have breakfast. I’m sure you’re starving.”

Jimin snorts, “after fucking me like that last night, what do you think?”

Yoongi smirks, hand slapping Jimin’s ass playfully, “I didn’t hear a protest last night, angel.”

Jimin follows him with a curse that has Yoongi’s lips stretching on a smile.

── .✦

Jimin smiles sheepishly when Yoongi comes home the next day and freezes at the doorstep. His eyes move from one box to another.

“What…” Yoongi drops the keys in the bowl and hesitantly walks forward to stand at the edge of the living room, “what is all this?”

Jimin gestures at the boxes in the living room, “my necessities. If I’m going to stay here, I’ll need these things. Clothes, accessories, a few personal stuffs.”

Yoongi eyes the boxes, “damn, you need all these things to go by daily?”

Jimin squints, “yeah…? You have a problem with that?”

Yoongi holds up his hands in surrender, “not at all. Knock yourself out while unpacking for all I care, babe.”

Jimin straightens where he is sitting cross-legged on the floor, “about that…” he has a mirthful gleam in his eyes, “you’re helping me unpack, alpha.”

The silence is loud where Yoongi just blinks at him and Jimin innocently smiles up at him.

“No,” Yoongi rounds a box, shaking his head, “no, you’re not going to suck me into this hellhole! Find a help!”

Jimin grabs Yoongi’s pants with a short laugh, “you’re my help! Get your ass back here!”

Yoongi looks down at him, “there’s no way I’m helping you unpack, angel, I hire people to unpack my own stuffs when I move.”

Jimin shrugs, “doesn’t matter. There are only six boxes. We can do this!”

Yoongi looks like he wants to protest. His eyes helplessly roam over the boxes and come back on Jimin who pouts exaggeratedly. The lower lip jutting out further with each passing second.

The alpha eyes the boxes again and lets out an audible sigh while pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

“Fine,” he gestures at himself, “let me, at least, change first. I’ll join you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jimin clicks his fingers with a wide grin, “oh, by the way, which room do you think I should take? The one at the end of the corridor or the first one?”

Yoongi looks over his shoulder at him in confusion, “what do you mean which room you should take?”

Jimin tilts his head in confusion too, “I mean, you have four bedrooms. Which one should I take?”

Yoongi turns bodily to look down at the omega, “you’re sharing my bedroom with me. Wasn’t that obvious?”

Jimin blinks. His furrowed brows smoothen out. He looks at the door at the end of the corridor and back at Yoongi. His mouth opening and closing on their own accord.

“Uhm,” he squirms as if trying to find appropriate words, “your room…? Why? I don’t want to disturb—”

Yoongi huffs out a laugh under his breath, walks closer to Jimin and leans in to take a hold of his chin to tilt his face up to look at the omega properly.

“Easy access, angel,” Yoongi whispers against Jimin’s lips, eyes glimmering with a promise that has Jimin’s breath catching in his chest, “you didn’t think you could stay here rent-free, did you?” he says it playfully and smirks when Jimin visibly gulps, “I’m not that selfless, babe.”

“What do you want then?” Jimin whispers.

Yoongi shrugs, “you. All of you. So, you’ll share the bedroom with me. Is that clear?”

Jimin’s throat bobs and he gives a small nod. Yoongi presses his lips onto the omega’s with a hum.

“Now start to unpack,” he pulls back, “I’ll help.”

Jimin squints, “and, what would you want for that ‘help,’ now?”

Yoongi’s lips stretch in a wide smile, “you’ll take a shower with me.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and turns away as heat crawls up his cheeks, “fine! Just get your ass back here soon!”

Yoongi snorts and goes to his room to change.

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“Yoon!” Jimin slaps the alpha’s thigh, “don’t look into that box! Give it here!”

Yoongi smirks, holding up a lacy thong, “this looks sexy. You didn’t tell me you own so many sexy lingerie.”

“Why on earth would I tell you that?!” Jimin groans, snatching the thong from the alpha, “also, stop going through my stuff!”

Yoongi’s smirk widens, “but, you wanted me to help you unpack, baby.”

“Just take another box!” Jimin grabs the edge of the box in front of Yoongi and drags it to himself.

Yoongi chuckles, reaching for another box to cut it open. The two of them have been unpacking for almost an hour now. Taking back and forth trips from Yoongi’s closet to the living room.

Yoongi helped Jimin empty a side of the alpha’s closet where Jimin could keep his things for as long as he stays there. Jimin gets up with another heap of clothes to stack in the closet while Yoongi opens the last box.

It’s full of books.

Yoongi goes through the ones he already read. There are some on omega rights. He pauses and traces one with curious eyes. Then moves to the next one about the struggles of being an omega in the entertainment industry.

Yoongi frowns and picks it up, opening it to read the introduction.

Jimin walks back into the living room and picks up the lingerie collection this time. He goes to ask Yoongi why the alpha is just idly sitting when he notices the book Yoongi has in his hands.

Yoongi is flipping through the pages. Pausing on one or two to read a few lines before turning the page. He clears his throat, catching the alpha’s attention.

“My therapist suggested that book,” Jimin gestures and Yoongi looks down at it, “it helped me learn to cope with anxiety and other drawbacks of fame. It also talks about emotional oppression. Verbal abuse of power. You can give it a try. It’s a great book.”

Yoongi nods, “uh, thanks,” he keeps the book aside, “where do you want these books?”

Jimin shrugs, “I’ll just keep them in the box under the TV cabinet, if possible?”

Yoongi gets up, “I’ll do it. You go ahead.”

Jimin goes back to arranging his clothes and Yoongi sets the books aside. Taking that one book with himself.

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“I’m so tired,” Jimin flops on the couch, “and, hungry.”

Yoongi comes to sit beside him, “let’s order something,” he holds out his phone for Jimin to order as he turns on the television.

Jimin scrolls the menus of the nearby restaurants and places his order with Yoongi’s before giving the alpha his phone back. He leans on his hand and looks at the alpha who is watching a movie on the TV now.

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” Jimin murmurs, curling in on himself, “really, it must be—”

“It’s okay,” Yoongi waves him off, “don’t worry about it. You’ve already thanked me way too many times. It’s really not that big of a deal.”

Jimin lies down on the couch with his face buried against the leather armrest. He groans, arching his back with a sigh.

Yoongi takes a look at him before looking back at the TV and then the alpha pauses and looks at him again.

Jimin is spread out on the couch on his front and suddenly, there is that night playing in front of Yoongi’s eyes.

Jimin lies on the couch, supported by his elbows. His eyes stuck on the alpha who places a knee on the couch, between his legs.

Then Yoongi climbs on the couch with him. The whiskey still held in his hand and the cigarette bitten between his lips—

Yoongi blinks himself out of that memory and coughs in his hand. His cock is starting to harden as he looks at the TV, forcing himself to not think about that night.

Yoongi doesn’t understand the effect Jimin has on him. When was the last time he got hard by just thinking about someone like that? When did he get hard without stimulation? Maybe, when he was a teenager. Surely not recently. Definitely not like this.

Yoongi thanks the stars when the doorbell rings. He gets up to get the food and serves it for them to eat in silence on the couch.

Once done, Jimin gets up while stretching his arms over his head. His tank top riding up to show his curves. Yoongi piles the bowls and dishes to take to the sink.

“You want help with those?” Jimin follows him.

Yoongi shrugs, “not really.”

He loads the dishwasher and looks at Jimin when the omega turns it on.

“I’m so fucking sleepy,” Jimin turns on his heels, “I’ll just brush my teeth and sleep.”

Yoongi follows the omega to his bedroom.

‘Maybe you should’ve let him pick a different room,’ a voice whispers to him because when was the last time he shared a bed with someone else?

Yoongi doesn’t think he ever did.

Every person he brought home for a fling went to one of those guest rooms. Yoongi left them there after sex to sleep and to leave when they woke up. Even if someone stayed over, it was always in one of those guest rooms.

He hates anyone stepping into his bedroom. Hates another person’s scent in his space. Now he watches Jimin open the door and go inside. He follows.

Jimin goes to the attached washroom and Yoongi follows him there too. He looks at the brush holder where Jimin kept his own beside Yoongi’s. There are two towels for the two of them. A few robes hanging off of the rack. Too many products of skincare on the counter.

Jimin starts to wash his mouth and Yoongi follows. The two of them look at the mirror and time to time look at each other. The silence feels loaded somehow. Jimin washes his face and gets rid of the tank top and shorts.

Yoongi freezes for a second. Watching the omega pull on a silk robe before climbing on the sink counter to sit cross-legged while doing his skincare routine for the night.

Yoongi washes his face and goes to stand behind him, “that’s a lot of products.”

Jimin’s lips twitch, “my face and figure are my professional selling point, sir. Of course, I have to take care of it in every way.”

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, “I see,” he noses the omega’s cheek.

Jimin picks up a cotton pad and pours some toner on it before pressing it against Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi flinches, retreats to look at the pad and back at Jimin with arched brows.

“Oh, shut up, you’ll love this,” Jimin rubs the soaked pad over Yoongi’s face, pulling him down to sit on the counter beside him.

Yoongi sits with his back to the mirror and Jimin with his front to it. The alpha sits and lets the omega apply all the skin care products on him as well. His eyes never waver from Jimin’s face. A smile quirks his lips when Jimin rolls his eyes and tries to make him look away with his hand holding Yoongi’s chin. Yoongi turns his face, only to turn back to smirk at the omega. Jimin huffs out a small smile and gives in. Focusing on the work in hands.

When Jimin pulls back with a look at him and nods, Yoongi shifts. Looking at the mirror to check his face out.

“You look pretty,” Jimin giggles.

Yoongi squints at him, “what did you say?”

Jimin bites onto his lower lip while his eyes dance with mirth, “that you look pretty, alpha.”

Yoongi pokes his side and Jimin squeaks, pushing Yoongi’s hand away, “say it again.”

Jimin slaps his hands, “don’t! Yoongi! I said,” he lets out a burst of giggles when Yoongi pokes him again, “don’t!”

Yoongi can’t help the smile that stretches over his lips as he pokes Jimin on the sides harder, grinning as he watches Jimin turn red as he giggles uncontrollably.  

“Yoon—” Jimin almost topples over the counter and Yoongi is quick on his feet to grab the omega.

Jimin falls in his arms. His face is buried in his chest as he breathes erratically. His forehead rests between Yoongi’s collarbones. His hands grasp onto Yoongi’s t-shirt.

Yoongi holds him by the elbows.

Jimin turns his face to bury it against Yoongi’s throat, “stupid alpha,” comes his breathless whisper, “you almost made me fall for you.”

“Sorry,” Yoongi whispers back, “I wouldn’t have let you fall for me. You,” he pulls back a little to look at the omega who looks up at him, “don’t deserve that.”

Jimin’s eyes search his face and that smile dims. The omega looks away, distancing himself from Yoongi. Letting go of his t-shirt. Yoongi pulls back, too.

His hands clench around thin air. Both of them grow quiet.

“I’m tired,” Jimin gets off of the counter, “let’s sleep.”

Yoongi nods. When Jimin leaves, he takes one last look at himself in the mirror and follows the omega to bed.

── .✦

Jimin groans when the phone rings. He is so disoriented; that he turns away from the sound to cuddle up against the alpha behind him. He hears the grunted curse from the alpha. He ignores that too. Too spent to care.

“It’s Tae,” Yoongi murmurs, placing the phone against Jimin’s cheek as it rings.

Jimin flinches because of the shrill ringtone against his ear and shoves Yoongi in retaliation, “yeah, Tae?”

“Hey, it’s Jungkook,” the alpha’s voice sounds so on edge and breathless that Jimin’s sleep flies out of his window, “uhm, so, we just got to the hospital.”

Jimin springs up on the bed. Yoongi flinches where he is holding Jimin. He looks at the omega quizzically until he sees Jimin’s expression and blinks back his own sleep.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin ignores Yoongi who sits up to ask the same question, “the baby isn’t due till the middle of the month!”

“No, it’s coming,” Jungkook sounds nervous, “it’s coming right now. Tae wanted me to inform you. They are checking him. I’ve to go in. I am just letting you know, I’ve no one here right now—”

“We’ll be there,” Jimin scrambles out of the bed, almost tripping with the way the bedsheet wraps around his ankles, “we’ll be right there, Jungkook. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

Jimin grabs his overcoat from the foot of the bed and shrugs it on after cutting the call. Yoongi got out of bed too, searching for something on his bedside table.

“You don’t have to come,” Jimin hurries to open the app to book a cab, “media is probably already there. They’ll see us and—”

“Fuck them,” Yoongi murmurs, pocketing his car keys, “you’re not taking a cab at this hour. Come on.”

Jimin looks up from his phone, “no, I’ll be fine.”

Yoongi walks towards the door, “your best friend is about to give birth to his first-ever pup. Do you want to miss it by arguing with me? If yes, we can do that, princess. Whatever you want.”

Jimin drops the argument and follows Yoongi out of the apartment.

── .✦

Jungkook is inside the OT with Taehyung.

Yoongi sits on the metal bench while Jimin paces the corridor. His hands fidgeting with the phone in his hold. He keeps going up to the small square of glass on the OT’s door to peer inside. He can’t see anything as there’s a green curtain blocks his view. But he still presses his nose against it.

Yoongi heaves a sigh of relief when Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok come around the corner to join them.

“How’s it going?” Namjoon sits beside him while Hoseok and Jin join Jimin to look inside the OT.

“It has been an hour,” Yoongi informs, “and, the doctor said it’s going to be fine. Jungkook looked like he is about to throw up with nerves. So, that’s that.”

Namjoon chuckles, “cut him some slacks. He’s not used to this.”

“Neither are we,” Yoongi stares at Namjoon, “it’s not like we have a lot of experience in having babies.”

“Can’t believe Jungkook and Taehyung are having babies first in our circle,” Jin comes to stand before them, “they are the youngest in the group.”

“Well, Jimin is barely two months older than Taehyung,” Hoseok smiles at Jimin.

Jimin is still standing near the door, almost on his toes as he peeks inside.

Namjoon pats Yoongi’s back, “he looks tired.”

“He must be,” Jin mushes, “that unknown person trying to break into his house. Shifting to Yoongi’s place. Now this. He barely caught a break.”

“Talking about shifting to Yoongi’s place,” Namjoon’s observant eyes shift onto him, “since when do you house others in your apartment? You said you hate anyone in your space.”

Yoongi shrugs, “he needed a place. What was I supposed to do?”

“I mean,” Hoseok shares a knowing glance with Namjoon, “he could’ve gone to the place Seojoon chose for him. I heard you stepped in and—”

Yoongi’s eyes spring to Hoseok, “what do you want to hear?” he looks back at Namjoon and then at Hoseok again, “that, why I made an exception this time?” he makes a face, “we’re seeing each other. If he stays over, it’s better. We can have sex whenever we want. Simple.”

The three of them share a look.

“That’s the only reason,” Namjoon leans on his chair, “that’s it?”

“Yes!” Yoongi snaps, “that’s it! Can we drop it now?”

Jin sighs, “guys. We’re here for Jungkook and Taehyung. Can we focus?”

“What are we supposed to do?” Hoseok plops down on the seat beside Yoongi, “they’re both inside and we’ve no idea how long it will be.”

“Let’s just wait,” Jin sits down on Namjoon’s lap, ignores the meek protest the alpha lets out.

Yoongi eyes Jin on Namjoon’s lap and then looks at Namjoon with an arched brow.

Namjoon rolls his eyes, “oh, shut up.”

Yoongi scoffs, looking back at where Jimin is standing. Worried and still on his toes.

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Jimin feels the alpha before he sees him. There are hands coming to rest on his hips. Yoongi’s breaths ghost over his ear when the alpha speaks under his breath.

“Standing here won’t rush the time, angel,” Yoongi gets close enough that they are flush against each other, “come and sit with us.”

Jimin leans against the alpha, “he’s my best friend and he’s probably hurting. I…”

“It’ll be okay, babe,” Yoongi forces Jimin to turn to face him, “the doctor said it’s normal for the first birth. Didn’t he?”

Jimin still looks over his shoulder at the closed door with uncertainty, “I’m just worried. I know he’d be here like this when I’ll be in there giving birth to my pup.”

Yoongi’s hands tighten on his hips instinctively. His eyes go from Jimin to the closed door. Jimin sighs, looking back at Yoongi.

“I’m just so worried.”

“Come with me,” Yoongi trails his hand down Jimin’s arm to lace their fingers together, “come on.”

Jimin looks at Jin, Namjoon and Hoseok. They are fast asleep on the bench. Huddled closer to each other.

Yoongi takes him down to the vending machine and pops in a bill to pull out an energy drink. Jimin takes it from him to take a sip. He keeps looking at the closed door of the OT.

Yoongi blocks his vision, coming to stand in front of him, “stop worrying. I told you; everything will be fine.”

Jimin takes another sip of the drink. Absentmindedly licks his lips when a few droplets dribble out from the corners of his mouth.

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Yoongi’s eyes trail onto the drops of the drink rolling down Jimin’s chin to down his throat. He watches the omega lick his lip with the tip of his tongue. He shifts on his feet while Jimin licks the rim of the bottle to collect the spilt liquid.

Yoongi bites down on the inside of his cheek when the omega’s tongue pushes inside the bottle, licking the sweetness.

“Fuck,” Yoongi wraps his hand around a startled Jimin’s neck and yanks him closer to kiss him.

He grabs the omega’s wrist that held the bottle to push it away from Jimin’s mouth as he deepens the kiss. Jimin arches against him, eyes snapping closed with a moan.

Yoongi tastes the sweetness in Jimin’s mouth while his hand squeezes the omega’s wrist.

“Yoon,” Jimin turns his face away with a gasp for air, “it’s a hospital. People might see—”

“Come with me,” Yoongi pulls Jimin down another corridor.

The cabins are all private here. Some have patients inside. Some are empty according to the signs on the doorknobs.

Yoongi pushes open one cabin’s door and pulls Jimin inside.

“What…” Jimin looks around the place, “Yoongi!” he hisses when the alpha locks the door and turns to face him, “someone might come in. It’s for the patients—”

“The door is locked and I don’t think anyone’s coming,” Yoongi marches over to cup his face for a searing kiss, “and, if they do, I’ll handle it then.”

Jimin doesn’t get to protest because he is pushed onto the bed with the alpha licking into his mouth. He falls with a bounce and Yoongi climbs over him. Jimin’s shorts are yanked down till it's trapped around one of his ankles and Yoongi hurries to shove his own jeans down to free his already hard cock.

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“Yoonnn…” Jimin sniffles against his shoulder, teeth sinking onto the alpha’s t-shirt, “oh, god!”

Yoongi’s hips snap impatiently, rutting deeper and deeper into the omega. He has Jimin’s hands trapped on both sides of his head, grabbing onto his wrists.

Jimin has already come twice. Now all he can do is lay there as Yoongi pounds into him to chase his own orgasm.

Yoongi can’t describe this desperation. He is buried balls deep into the omega and his inner alpha still craves more. As if he wants to get deeper somehow. He looks down at the omega’s tear-soaked, fucked out face and crashes their lips together.

Jimin’s eyes roll back with the next thrust as it penetrates his womb. His legs tremble where they are crossed over Yoongi’s hips. He gasps into the kiss.

The pleasure is so intense, it’s borderline painful. Jimin’s muscles are tightening so hard, his entire body throbs with it. Yoongi feels too deep and too big in him. Yet, the alpha is rutting into him to get deeper. His hips moving like he wants to drill himself inside Jimin until the omega is splitting in half.

Jimin’s insides are fucked raw. Yoongi’s knot is forming at the base of his cock and Jimin holds his breath when it catches onto his rim.

The stretch has him arching off the bed. Yoongi growls into his mouth.

The squelching sound of the cock fucking into a wet hole, their skin slapping against skin, fill the cabin. The sound so explicit as it mixes with the alpha’s curses, Jimin feels his face reddening.

Jimin shudders with a cry when he feels the barbs catching onto his sensitive inner-muscles.

“Fuck you,” he whimpers as the tip of the cock rams into his womb, “oh, god!”

Yoongi mouths the side of his throat, “the other way around, princess.”

Jimin’s toes curl with the pleasure rippling through his veins. His eyes blink back the tears while he tries to breathe through his mouth. His nails dig into Yoongi’s back in a desperate attempt to not scream. He keeps stealing glances at the closed door.

“If someone walks in, I swear!” Jimin whimpers, face burying against Yoongi’s throat, “I’ll kill you!”

Yoongi chuckles under his ragged breath, “the door, fuck!” his hips stutter on a thrust, “is locked, baby. Don’t worry.”

The alpha’s cock spasms in him, pushing deeper into his womb. The barbs sink deeper into Jimin’s insides and finally, the knot pops.

Jimin throws his head back with a cry. His eyes screwed shut with tears leaking out from the corners.

Yoongi’s teeth sink onto his throat with a possessive growl. The alpha’s hips rutting into him, almost bending him in half to push the knot as deep in him as possible.

Jimin’s vision blurs with the feeling when Yoongi’s cum starts to shoot into his womb. The warm liquid sizzles his raw inside. Jimin grips the alpha’s hair when Yoongi mouths at his nipple, licking around it.

He feels dizzy. His entire body aches. His legs fall limp on the bed. He looks down to see Yoongi sucking onto his nipple. Those sharp, feline-like eyes fixed on his face.

Jimin tugs at the alpha’s hair, takes pleasure when Yoongi winces, and pulls the alpha up for a kiss.

“You’re a fucking piece of shit!” Jimin hisses against Yoongi’s mouth, moaning into the kiss.

Yoongi pushes into him further, smirks when Jimin whines, “for you, yeah.”

Jimin falls back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. The alpha’s knot pulsates inside him. Thick ropes of cum fill him to a point, Jimin feels too full. He puts an arm over his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

Yoongi is scenting him. His tongue lapping over the scent gland on Jimin’s neck.

They both jump when a phone rings. Jimin looks at the ceiling and down at Yoongi with wide eyes. Yoongi looks at the pants thrown over the pillow. He reaches to pull out the phone.

“It’s Jin,” he squints at it.

Jimin grimaces, “give it to me.”

He answers the call while Yoongi lies on top of him, mouthing at his throat with an unbothered expression while he watches Jimin. Jimin wraps an arm around the alpha’s back while talking to Jin.

“Yes, hyung?”

“Where are you and Yoongi?!” Jin almost panics, “the baby is born. They’re moving Tae to his cabin. Where the fuck did you two disappear for so long?!”

Jimin looks down at Yoongi who is smirking at him, “we, uhm…” he flops his head onto the pillow with a barely concealed groan, “we’ll be right there. We got out for a walk, ahhh!” he pinches Yoongi when the alpha sucks a little harder on his throat, teeth digging in, “we’ll,” he coughs to hide his moan, “we’ll be right there.”

He cuts the call and drops the phone carelessly beside him before glaring down at Yoongi.

“The baby is born!” he shoves at Yoongi’s shoulder, “and, I’m not there with Tae! All because you had to have sex in a damn hospital cabin—”

“It’s not like you didn’t want it,” Yoongi smirks, “you keep forgetting, I can smell your arousal in your scent, angel.”

Jimin fumbles for words and then groans, “fuck you! How long do you think this will take?”

Yoongi rests his head on Jimin’s chest with a shrug, “a few more minutes.”

Jimin curses. His hands tightening around the alpha. As he keeps cursing Yoongi, the alpha closes his eyes with a pleased sigh.

── .✦

“Where were you two?!” Jin thunders as soon as they turn the corner.

“Jeez, relax!” Yoongi gestures at the closed door of the cabin, “we’re still not allowed inside, I guess. Not even the parents are,” he points at Jungkook and Taehyung’s parents who probably joined them when Yoongi and Jimin weren’t here.

“Doesn’t matter!” Jin grits out and looks at Jimin, “I thought something happened to you two!”

Jimin winces, waving his hand, “hyung, just forget it. How’s the baby? How’s Tae?”

Jin smiles. Easily distracted as he rambles about the baby and forgets why he was mad at them.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and goes to stand with Namjoon who was looking at him with an amused tilt of his lips.

“You really went for a fuck in the hospital?” Namjoon clears his throat, “damn, and I thought you didn’t feel such ‘urges,’ in your life?”

Yoongi leans against the wall, “hmm?”

“You know,” Namjoon gestures vaguely at Jimin, “you always say how sex is just another performance to you. Off the stage. You always decide where you want it. In complete control of it. As if someone’s performing a scene in Cocytus. I never saw you initiating sex like this. The way you grabbed at him and left, damn, I never saw you so bothered and affected before.”

Yoongi didn’t give it much thought. He didn’t stop to think what Namjoon is telling him now. Pointing out something he missed so vividly.

When was the last time he felt this blinding need to have someone like that? When was the last time he sneaked off to have sex? When was the last time a mere look at someone got him hard?

He doesn’t remember.

He always treats sex as a performance as Namjoon said. Playing out a scene in Cocytus. With set boundaries and control over the situation. Even when he brought people to his penthouse, he had some plans. He would use them to play out a scene, tear their defences down and he’d always be in control. He never felt so desperate for release or blinded by the need to have someone right at that instant.

Yoongi looks at where Jimin is talking to Jin and the omega is shifting on his feet. Clearly drained and in need of some rest. He looks back at Namjoon.

“I guess, I’m trying out a few new things,” he says it defensively and Namjoon knows, if the smirk is anything to go by, it makes something itch in Yoongi, he shrugs, “he’s willing. He lets me. So, what’s your problem?”

“Hey,” Namjoon holds up both of his hands, “I’ve nothing to do with the two of you. I’m just observing,” he puts his hands back in his pockets, “you’re changing, Min Yoongi. I just hope,” his playful smirk dims to something sober, “the change brings a positive outcome. That’s all.”

Yoongi is glad that he doesn’t have to stand there and get a philosophy lecture from Namjoon anymore when the door of the cabin opens and they are welcomed inside.

He blows out a deep sigh of relief and follows everyone inside.

── .✦

“He looks just like you,” Jimin sniffles, “with Jungkook’s cheeks.”

Jungkook’s mother sniffs, reaching to squeeze Taehyung’s shoulder. Taehyung’s father whispers about how small the baby is. Jungkook’s father pats Jungkook’s back, congratulating him.

Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin are staring at the baby with awe while Yoongi hovers closer to Jungkook. His eyes shift from the baby to Jimin who is wiping his tears as he pulls Taehyung in a hug.

“How’re you feeling,” Yoongi hugs Jungkook, “all good?”

“Overwhelmed,” Jungkook whispers, “a little out of it. But, yeah, good. I can’t believe I have a kid now.”

Yoongi pulls back with a small smile twitching the corners of his lips, “I can’t either. It’s surreal.”

“It is,” Jungkook agrees, watching Taehyung wipe his eyes in Jimin’s arms, “really surreal.”

Yoongi doesn’t have anything more to say. Not when his eyes refuse to shift away from Jimin who is practically glowing as he looks at the baby. His eyes are misty and those lips quiver with whispered, awed words.

Jimin sniffles when the baby squirms. Taehyung giggles, nodding at whatever Jimin said.

“Yeah, when it’s your turn, I’ll be right there to remind you exactly how long it takes to have the baby in your arms,” Taehyung says playfully when Jimin tells him how long they’ve been waiting outside, “you’ll know then!”

Jimin’s smile dims and his eyes flicker right over to Yoongi for the first time since they entered the room. Yoongi doesn’t get to read those eyes because Jimin is looking away just as quickly.

Then the nurses are coming in to tell them they need to vacate the room so the pup and the omega can rest for a while.

Yoongi follows everyone out after bidding Jungkook and Taehyung bye.

As they get in the car to drive away, Jimin leans against the window and resolutely keeps his eyes closed. Yoongi drives in silence, sensing something off in Jimin. He doesn’t prod. If the omega’s body language is telling him anything, it’s that, Jimin wants to be left alone for now.

But he reaches for Jimin’s hand and takes it in his.

Jimin doesn’t look at him or at their joined hands. But he doesn’t pull away either.

── .✦ ── .✦

Chapter Text

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Jimin is drunk.

The two of them returned from Jungkook and Taehyung’s place where they threw a party to celebrate Taegguk’s one-month birth anniversary after nesting since the birth.

Taehyung and Jungkook had invited them both along with the others. All of them had gathered to meet Taegguk officially and congratulate the new parents for successful parenthood.

A small party for Taegguk where the baby got showered with all the love from Taehyung and Jungkook’s friends.

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Jimin has been acting odd since they got in Yoongi’s car after the party.

He has finished an entire bottle of vodka and is now going through Yoongi’s bar to find something else to drink. He grabs a bottle of whiskey and pours it into a glass till the liquor overflows.

Yoongi is cleaning the kitchen counter as he watches the omega gulp down a large amount of whiskey.

He pauses with the paper towel in his hold to watch Jimin empty the entire glass with his next gulp and get ready to pour another one. But the omega misses the glass and spills the liquid on the floor.

“Okay, enough,” Yoongi walks over to Jimin, “you’re sloshed. Tomorrow you’ll nurse the worst type of hangover. Just—”

“I’ll nurse a hangover while Tae nurses his baby,” Jimin giggles and looks at the spilled whiskey on the floor, “I’ll never have what he has. Am I a bad friend if I’m jealous of the family he has?” those unfocused eyes fill with unshed tears under Yoongi’s helpless gaze, “I don’t want to be a bad friend. I’m happy for him. I love him, I love Taeggukkie, that’s my godson,” Jimin’s lips quiver, “but…I’ll never have that. Can I be sad about it without feeling guilty?”

“Why won’t you ever have that?” Yoongi pries the glass out of Jimin’s hold when the omega stumbles and gently coaxes the bottle out of his grasp too, “you’re going to have that someday, angel. You’re—”

“Just a cumdump for alphas,” Jimin whispers, looking away, “Tae is with his first love. I’ll never…” Jimin trails off.

A tear rolls down his cheek, “my first love will never…” Jimin blinks, wet eyelashes leaving tear stains on his skin, “I’ll never get to have it.”

Yoongi has no idea who Jimin’s first love was but as he watches the teardrops chase each other down the omega’s eyes he wants to find out. He wants to search for that person and grab them by the neck to bring them here. So they can mend the broken edges of the omega’s heart.

“You’ll find someone better than your first love,” Yoongi wipes Jimin’s eyes, holds Jimin to himself when the omega sniffles, “I promise. You’ll fall in love again and this one will be far better. They won’t leave and they’ll give you the family you want.”

Jimin’s eyes finally shift to find him. They go from unfocused to resolutely focused on Yoongi’s face.

Jimin lets out a soft laugh and fresh tears roll down his cheeks. Yoongi arches a brow. Unsure of the reaction he got.

Jimin leans closer. His scent overpowered with the smell of alcohol in his breath. His hand touches the side of Yoongi’s face and he is going on his toes to capture Yoongi’s lips.

Yoongi closes his eyes into the kiss, hums when the omega licks over his lips to make him part them. Jimin’s tongue licks inside his mouth boldly, moaning when Yoongi’s hands pull him closer.

Jimin’s hand trails down to cup Yoongi’s cock, “alpha…”

“No,” Yoongi pulls back from the kiss, “no. You’re not thinking straight—”

“Who cares?” Jimin struggles to get closer with a frown, “I’m your cumdump. Use me. I want you to!”

“Angel,” Yoongi sighs, “you’re drunk. Stop.”

“So?” Jimin juts his chin out in retaliation, “use me like your fleshlight. Just give me your cock. Fuck me until I can’t think and all these thoughts just…” he waves his hands dismissively, “vanish.”

Yoongi doesn’t get to say anything when Jimin grabs the hem of his own t-shirt and yanks it over his head. Then the omega is pushing down his shorts.

Yoongi stands, frozen, as Jimin bends over the counter of the bar. Reaching behind himself to spread his cheeks to show his contorting rim. He looks over his shoulder at Yoongi with those unsettling eyes.

“Come on, alpha,” he purrs in a disturbing voice, “fuck your whore. He wants your cock so bad. Please?”

Yoongi’s breath catches in his chest. That unsettling look in Jimin’s eyes reminds him of someone he knows.

It’s so familiar that all Yoongi can do is stand where he is while the ground shifts under his feet. Taking him back years and years into his past.

A past where someone he knew slowly turned into who Jimin is trying to be in his drunken state.

Papa.

He sees those unsettled eyes and the emptiness in them. Inhales the drunken scent oozing from the omega. His eyes trail down to that dry hole Jimin is presenting to him to fuck without much thought and it all paints an ugly picture.

Standing in his penthouse, looking back at him, Jimin is just a younger version of his papa.

In front of his eyes, Jimin’s face is shifting into someone Yoongi abhors and bases all his distaste for omegas on. Jimin is acting like a younger version of the person Yoongi was born to. One of the catalysts of his nightmares. One of the men who all Yoongi’s heartbreaks and scars belong to.

Something twists so violently in his guts, Yoongi has to physically turn away. He dashes to the sink to throw up everything he had for dinner.

Behind his eyes, all he can see is his papa.

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Yujun is bent over the couch in his room as a few alphas surround him. Roughly fucking him as he moans for more. Yoongi is back to being that kid who just sits helplessly on his papa’s bed and watches his papa get fucked.

He didn’t even know it was ‘fucking’ back then. All he knew was, those alphas were doing something to his papa and his papa was making pained noises, that now he knows were of pleasure, while he sat on the bed.

No one paid him any mind because he was just six.

He sat there until the caretaker came running in to take him away.

That night his appa came home angry. Angrier than he usually was. Yoongi was locked away in his room. He sat under his bed, trembling uncontrollably, as he heard the shouts of his appa, the sounds of something hitting raw skin and then the screams of agony from his papa.

When it all went quiet, Yoongi stumbled out from under the bed and went to the next room with his breath caught in his throat and his legs barely holding him up. Even at that age, he knew he shouldn’t make a sound. To not anger his appa because he knew his appa wasn’t kind when angry.

At the age of six Yoongi knew how to read appa’s emotions because there’d be consequences if he ended up on the wrong side of his appa’s mood.

He stood by the door and watched his papa lying on the ground. Beside him was a belt. Carelessly dropped there.

Yoongi had stared at his papa. Naked and frozen where he laid. Black and blue marks all over his pale skin. Some of those marks were bleeding.

Those eyes had opened then. Those empty, drunken, dimmed eyes. They stared right at Yoongi.

Then his papa had smirked at him. An eerie smirk while he struggled to move. Put himself up on his knees and reached behind him to spread his ass.

His appa had dropped on his knees, unzipping his pants.

Yujun had looked right at Yoongi while his appa pulled his cock out.

“Come on, alpha,” his papa had said, “fuck your whore.”

His papa had laughed. Those eyes so sharp on Yoongi, Yoongi felt them physically. Slowly crawling up his spine to wrap around his throat. To cut off his air and—

Yoongi stumbled a few steps away from the door and ran back to his room to close the door with all the force he could muster.

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Yoongi looks at the sink and blindly turns on the tap to wash away his vomit while he tries to catch his breath. He grips the edge of the sink and bows his head to remember how to breathe. Desperately trying to compose himself.

“Alpha?” Jimin whispers from somewhere behind him.

Yoongi feels the feeble control seeping away. With each ticking of the second hand of the clock, Yoongi’s composure cracks.

“Please…” Jimin is closer now, “alpha…”

‘Please, alpha…’ his papa whimpers… ‘fuck your whore…’

He hears Jimin’s messy footsteps. Hears the omega come closer and all Yoongi wants is to be left alone.

‘Please don’t touch me,’ Yoongi begs in his head because his words are stuck in his throat, ‘please… don’t touch me—’

Jimin’s hand touches his back, “alpha, fuck me,” he whispers, “fuck your whore—”

Yoongi jerks away from the omega and something in him snaps.

“Shut the fuck up!” he screams right on the omega’s face, “shut.” He grabs Jimin’s chin to make the omega look up at his stormy eyes, “the. Fuck. Up!”

Jimin’s blown wide eyes go back and forth on his face. The omega’s mouth opens and closes. Those unsettled eyes squint, as if trying to make sense of the situation but he is too drunk to do so.

“Yoon…” Jimin whispers, his hands coming to rest on Yoongi’s heaving and sweaty chest, “you do—don’t want m-me?”

Yoongi lets go of him as if burnt and watches Jimin stumble. Almost falling back because of the way his legs tremble. With a curse, Yoongi wraps his arm around the omega’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest.

The air gets knocked out of him when Jimin falls into him. So pliant and defenceless.

“Alpha…” Jimin whispers, head swaying side by side in an effort to keep looking at Yoongi, “fuck me…”

Yoongi grimaces and bends to pick Jimin up in his arms. Jimin’s unsteady arms barely circle his neck. The omega begging for Yoongi to fuck him in a drunken, stuttered voice. His lips caress Yoongi’s cheek. Mouths down his throat. Jimin licks over Yoongi’s scent gland. Leaving his mark on the alpha who doesn’t even flinch.

Yoongi carries Jimin to the bedroom and lies him down on his side. Jimin smiles and spreads his legs. He holds his arms up towards Yoongi. As if inviting him.

As if Yoongi will fall into his arms.

Yoongi takes a moment to look at the omega. His eyes roam over Jimin’s face with something tightening around his heart. Making it impossible for him to breathe.

“Use your whore…” Jimin whispers, “please… you can. I swear—”

Yoongi pulls the blanket up to cover Jimin’s nakedness. Then he looks at Jimin’s teary eyes.

“You don-n’t want me,” Jimin whispers.

Yoongi kneels beside him. Takes in the omega’s agonized face. He combs a few strands of hair off of Jimin’s face and tucks them behind his ear.

“Who am I kidding, I want you obsessively, angel,” Yoongi whispers, “but, I’m turning you into someone I hate the most in this world…” his hand trembles over Jimin’s face, “and, I can’t have you turn into that person. Anyone but you. Never you, angel, I’d rather die than see you turn into… I’m sorry,” he leans in to rest his forehead against Jimin’s with a shudder, “I can’t… you can’t be him, Park Jimin,” his eyes burn behind the eyelids as he says it, “I’ll destroy this entire world with my bare hands if I’m the reason you turn into him.”

Jimin holds his wrist, “what…”

Yoongi pulls back a little to look at Jimin with a fragile and wobbly smile, “never change, angel, please… never let me burn your wings because I know I am and yet I can’t seem to stop wanting you. I should… I’m just a greedy fucking bastard and you’re so selflessly forgiving… I’m…”

Jimin’s eyes close and he struggles to open them. Yoongi puts a hand over Jimin’s eyes to keep them close.

Not because he wants Jimin to sleep but because his own tears roll down his cheeks and he doesn’t want Jimin to see him cry. For reasons he won’t be able to voice because he doesn’t understand them either.

Yoongi sits there until Jimin falls asleep and he watches the omega’s face slowly go blank as sleep takes over.

Yoongi stays on the floor and thinks about every omega he fucked.

He fucked in anger.

He fucked in hurt.

He fucked to feel a sort of control when he never had it over his own life.

He let out his hurt and anger in each fuck he ever had. Those were always the two main driving forces in his mind when he had sex.

Yet… with Jimin, it was just arousal.

With Jimin, he wasn’t angry. He wasn’t doing it to fuck the memories out of his mind. He wasn’t just ‘using a body’ to release so he didn’t feel the unbearable itch to hurt himself again. He used sex to drain himself. So his mind can stop going backwards. So the time would stop for a fucking second and not take him back to the past. He fucked to fuck with his brain so it’s too exhausted to overthink.

He used each omega that came his way because that’s what those omegas wanted too. To use him. For sex, for money or for power.

So he used them in their own game.

Everything was entertainment and a game of deceit with the others.

Yoongi lets out a garbled laugh.

Until Jimin.

Jimin came in with no expectations from him. He looked at Yoongi like Yoongi was something worth his time and attention. With his starry eyes and curious innocence, he bared Yoongi for himself. His touches were nothing but gentle and those eyes never held anything more than admiration for him.

That is until Yoongi touched him with his filthy hands and painted his curses over Jimin’s unblemished skin. He had touched the angel’s beautiful wings without realizing his fingertips held the hellfire that burnt Jimin with each touch.

In his greed, Yoongi had hurt the angel he crossed paths with and he can’t seem to stop. His hunger for the angel is so destructive that he keeps coming back.

Even after knowing it hurts Jimin. Even after knowing they aren’t meant to walk the same paths of life.

“I was starting to like you!” Jimin’s voice cracks, “I was…” his eyes fill with tears, “I was starting to feel something for you.”

Yoongi feels like throwing up all over again. He feels like an intruder in his own room.

He looks at Jimin and thinks about the times he touched the omega. Had him in ways he so selfishly craved. In ways he ruined the omega’s innocence and how he led the omega down the road until he made the omega stand on the edge of the abyss with him.

He guided the omega to the edge and pointed at the abyss for him to jump. Knowing he won’t be there to catch Jimin to break the fall. Knowing he burnt the angel’s wings so he’ll hit the ground.

He shaped Jimin to be who he tried to be tonight and that thought alone makes Yoongi shoot up on his feet and dash into his washroom to dry heave over the sink all over again.

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He looks at himself in the mirror and he hates the person he sees. He hates how he resembles two people he hates the most in this world.

He used to look like them and tonight… he feels like them.

Yoongi shakes his head, splashing water on his face in quick succession.

‘No more,’ he tells himself, ‘you’ve done enough. Don’t you dare turn him into that person. Please… set him free.’

Yoongi slumps on the bathroom floor. His eyes close as he curls in on himself.

── .✦ 

Jimin wakes up with a pounding headache. He whimpers into the pillow and buries his face further into it. His temples throb with the pain while his insides churn. He turns away from the edge of the bed to feel around the mattress in search of the alpha.

It has been two months since he has been living with the alpha and he got used to waking up to Yoongi either holding him by the waist or whispering something in his ears to wake him up before the alpha kisses him good morning.

This is the first time he wakes up to an empty, cold bed.

Jimin blinks groggily to adjust his eyes to the harsh sunlight coming from the gaping windows. No one closed them last night.

Jimin tries to remember what happened last night once they got back home from the party. He remembers drinking at the party, then the vodka and by the time he finished the vodka, everything was a blur.

He whines, rubbing his hands down his face.

“Hey.”

Jimin peeks through his fingers to see Jin standing by the doorframe.

He frowns in confusion, dropping his hands.

“…hey?” Jimin sits up properly and ignores how his head sways, “what are you doing here?”

Jin walks over to sit on the edge of the bed, “Yoongi called to say you’re drunk off your ass and he had to leave early, so—”

“He had to leave early…?” Jimin blinks, “for what?”

Jin’s eyebrows rise playfully, “for work. You remember he’s a famous rapper, right? He has an album in the production? He said he needs to finalize a few things. So, he’ll be in the office the whole day. He wanted me to make sure you’re fine.”

Jimin groans, “I don’t remember drinking so much in the past,” he squirms where he sits, “hyung, it’s killing me.”

Jin snorts, patting his leg, “I’ll make you a drink to get your head back in the game. Just stay here.”

As Jin leaves, Jimin pushes the blanket down to realize he is, in fact, completely naked under the blanket. His mind goes blank. He looks at himself and back at the closed door. With a curse, he pulls the blanket up to his throat and grabs his phone from the bedside table to message Yoongi.

— “Did we have sex last night after I got drunk?”

Jimin sees the bubbles appear and disappear a few times until a reply finally pops up.

— “No, we didn’t. You were drunk off your mind. Wtf?”

Jimin doesn’t know why he can imagine Yoongi’s frown as he typed that, ‘wtf,’ and a small smile curls the corners of his lips unbidden. He quickly types out a reply.

— “Don’t ‘wtf’ me. I’m butt-naked, so I asked :(”

The bubble comes back up and the reply is quicker this time.

— “Yes, because you were feeling hot and took off your clothes on your own!”

Jimin whines in embarrassment before typing out another message.

— “Sorry if I was too much to handle. I don’t normally drink so much. Idk what happened last night :”) ”

The reply is just as quick this time too.

— “You weren’t too much. Ever. I was. Anyway, I have to get back to work. See you.”

Jimin’s smile dims a little as he reads the message. He puts the phone down. Jin comes back with a bowl of snacks and lemon tea that Jimin takes from him with utmost thankfulness. As he finishes it, Jin finds him something to wear.

“Get showered,” Jin chuckles when Jimin glances at his phone again, “come on.”

Jimin gets out of the bed with a groan and goes to shower.

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Jin leaves around the evening when Jimin is feeling much better than he did when he woke up. He locks the door behind Jin and goes to sit on the couch to watch something on the TV.

Jimin keeps looking at the clock and when it strikes eight in the evening, he picks up his phone to call Yoongi.

The call goes directly to voicemail. Jimin pulls the phone back to dial Jungkook. The alpha picks up and informs Jimin that Yoongi left the studio five minutes ago with Namjoon.

Jimin cuts the call and dials Yoongi again.

It goes to voicemail.

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It’s past ten at night when Jimin calls Yoongi again. This time the phone rings and the rapper picks up at the last ring.

“Yeah?”

Jimin looks at the clock, “where are you?”

“At a party,” Yoongi has to shout to be heard over the loud music, “why?”

Jimin gnaws his lower lip, “it’s late.”

“It’s barely ten,” Yoongi dismisses nonchalantly, “listen, just order in or heat up the leftovers. I’ll be home late. Or, maybe crash at Namjoon or Hoba’s place.”

“Is it that type of a party?” Jimin hugs a cushion to himself when he feels the sudden hollow in his chest.

Yoongi is quiet for a second before he answers, “what type of party?”

“Listen,” Jimin grips the cushion, nails digging into the softness, “I don’t care if you’re at an orgy or something. Or, having a party where you pick someone up to have sex with. I don’t care,” he insists, “just be honest. I’m just asking because the last two times we had sex without protection and I’m just worried about myself. Nothing else. You’re free to fuck whoever you want. We’re nothing and I don’t expect you to be with me exclusively—”

“Why do you think if I’m with Namjoonie and Hoba then I have to be up for an orgy? Like…” Yoongi scoffs, “you realize that I’m a really popular rapper, producer and a very influential name in this country, right? I have other things to attend than a damn orgy! Also, if you really want to know, then, no! I’m not here to fuck someone’s brains out! It’s a stupid meet-up with the casting directors for the upcoming MV of my main track! Also, yeah. You’re right. We’re nothing. We just have sex because it’s convenient and that’s it. But I also remember you making me promise that I won’t fuck someone else as long as we’re pretending to date so no one thinks I’m cheating on you. I remember but apparently, you forgot!”

Jimin bites onto his lower lip, “yeah, as if that verbal promise will stop you. For all I know you’re getting a head right now as you speak to me!”

Yoongi curses, “you know what? Fuck this! I’ll just find someone to actually get a head and fuck them because I’m done putting up with you and your fucking accusation about how I lead my damn life! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve a party to attend and an omega to find for the night—”

Jimin cuts the call and throws the phone on the other side of the couch. He buries his face in his hands with a string of curses falling from his lips. He doesn’t let himself acknowledge the ache in his chest or how the cushion gets soaked as he buries himself into it.

── .✦ 

Yoongi is barely concentrating on the meeting. It’s nothing formal. Just casually meeting the producers and the casting directors for a drink as they show him the short-listed actors who might play the main character in his MV. Yoongi nods along to whatever Namjoon is saying. Hoseok also wonders if they found the other lead as Yoongi wants the MV to show two men in two different worlds, reacting differently to the same stimulations until they meet at the end.

Yoongi listens to the casting directors discuss the actors they chose and what are their weak and strong points. He sips his whiskey with the bitter taste filling his mouth. He keeps looking at his phone until it gets too much and he is pocketing the phone.

“I’ll have to cut this short,” he gets up, “just treat them for me,” he pats Namjoon’s back, “and send me the bill. Also, that actor seems fine,” he points at one who looks skilled enough to him, “cast him. We need to proceed with the recording.”

“But the other lead—” the producer tries to stop him.

Yoongi waves his hand, “I really have to run. I’ll let you know. Just send me the profiles.”

He hurries out of the party. Ignores every leering eye and occasional touch as he passes all those people. Some are familiar faces, trying to stop him for a chat or something more. Some are new faces. Looking at him with either mesmerized eyes or opportunistic ones.

Yoongi ignores it all and gets out of the party to get in his car.

“Home,” he tells the driver before leaning back on the seat with his eyes on the passing streets.

A headache builds with each passing moment. Yoongi closes his eyes to curse under his breath. His hands ball in fists and the urge to kick the back of the driver’s seat is maddening.

He is angry. Pissed, even.

All because Jimin said it’s okay if he’s out here having a damn orgy as if that’s the only thing Yoongi’s good at.

As if that’s the only thing he will ever be in Jimin’s eyes.

He hates it. He hates how he left the party just because of a stupid argument with Jimin. He hates how he is so affected by the omega’s words. He hates how Jimin gets to go right under his skin like that.

But he heard how the omega’s voice cracked at the end and no matter what he does, he can’t seem to let that go.

Yoongi grimaces. Willing himself to calm down as the car tears through the streets of the city.

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He reaches the penthouse with frustration spreading through his veins. He keeps telling himself to not react in anger. To not give in to these emotions.

That is until he opens the door of the penthouse and walks in to see Jimin.

Jimin who is dressed in skin-tight leather pants and a glittering tank top with spaghetti straps. The top is so flimsy that Yoongi can almost see through it. He has his blond hair styled messily with long earrings dangling to his shoulders. He turns to look at Yoongi and Yoongi notices the smoky eyeshadows with the lip ring in the middle of the omega’s glossy, lower lip.

Yoongi’s eyes trail over the omega to stop where the top ends to see how Jimin’s midriff is exposed. There is a bellybutton piercing staring at him and then the leather pant which ends in a pair of shiny, high-heeled boots.

Yoongi looks up at the omega’s face, “what…”

Jimin grabs his jacket from the chair and shrugs it on, “going to a party. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Yoongi grabs the omega by the elbow when Jimin tries to walk past him without sparing him a glance, “to a party at this hour?”

Jimin frowns, “yeah…?” he twists his arm free, “Jin hyung and Rubel are coming. We were all free and I suggested we go drinking. I’m tired of sitting around,” he smiles sweetly at Yoongi, “you never know, I’ll probably find someone to fuck me—”

“For fuck’s sake!” Yoongi yanks Jimin to himself with his grip tightening on the omega’s elbow, “stop it! I told you—”

“That you’re going to find an omega and I hope you did,” Jimin still smiles while his eyes burn holes in Yoongi’s face, “I hope they were able to put up with your asshole attitude!”

Yoongi’s fingertips dig into Jimin’s bicep, “you’re going nowhere, angel.”

“Oh, but I am,” Jimin’s nails dig into Yoongi’s palm, trying to free himself, “I’m tired of sitting around. Tired of—”

“That guy is still at large,” Yoongi hisses, “we’re yet to find him. We don’t know if Choi has more people flocking you. You’re not going anywhere crowded until we find that guy!”

“You said it yourself,” Jimin shrugs, “there might be more than one guy flocking me. So, I’ll never be free. Who cares? If I want to go out and get fucked, I will. You’re not going to stop me.”

“I will,” Yoongi wraps his arm around the omega’s waist to hold him in place, “if you’re going to act like a fucking brat, I’ll treat you like one! Stay put!”

“I want to go out!” Jimin seethes, “I’m not going to sit home waiting for you to get back. I’m not your fucking whore you kept around to fuck—”

“Shut the fuck up!” Yoongi’s teeth grit against each other, “you’re being such a pain in the ass!” he frees Jimin abruptly and watches the omega stumble away from him, “you want to go out and have fun, fine! Go! But I’ll send my bodyguards with you and no!” he holds up a hand when Jimin opens his mouth, “it’s non-negotiable!”

Yoongi pulls out his phone to call the security team downstairs and lets them know about the requirements.

“Go ahead,” he turns away from Jimin, “they’re waiting for you downstairs. I hope you find someone great enough to fuck your brains out.”

He storms inside his bedroom and slams the door before leaning against it to try and calm himself down.

The intensity of the anger is surprising. Yoongi is never this affected by someone else. Never really cares enough to get this riled up.

He balls his fists and tries to breathe in deeply to clear his mind. All he can think about is Jimin dressed like that. Going to some club and picking someone up for a fling.

Someone else’s hands on Jimin…

Someone else’s lips on his—

A new wave of anger crashes against him like a tsunami crashing against the shores. Yoongi’s eyes flash golden with the fire blazing in them.

Yoongi shakes his head. He can’t do anything about it. Jimin is his own person and he has all the right to choose to be with someone else just for the sake of it.

He himself believes sex is not sacred. Also, whatever they share, that’s not sacred either. So, why is he so bothered?

Yoongi forces himself to go to the shower. He doesn’t even wait to strip himself. Just goes to stand under the spray with his head hung low and eyes closed as the water cascades down on him. With a shudder, Yoongi rests his forehead against the cold tiles of the shower.

“Fuck!”

── .✦ 

Jimin is dancing with Jin and Rubel. The club is too crowded. There are literal queues for drinks. Jimin hasn’t drank a single drop. Still not over the horror of last night’s drinking.

He feels a lot of attention on him as he moves. Suggestive eyes checking him out. There are touches as people pass by him. Some touches linger until Jimin dances away from them.

His eyes are on Rubel and Jin who are enjoying the dancing with a few shots in their systems.

He is not into it. All he can think about is how rugged and angry Yoongi looked. How the alpha smelt of flames licking up the skin and burning something. All he can see when he closes his eyes is Yoongi’s face.

Jimin’s breath hitches when he feels someone’s warm body against him. Two hands come to rest on his hips and the alpha behind him moves with him quite smoothly.

Jimin looks over his shoulder to see a face he somewhat knows. An actor he has seen in a few commercials and in one or two television shows.

Jimin tries to remember the name as the alpha leans in.

“You’re dancing so well, pretty,” the alpha’s voice is not leering, it’s actually filled with awe and genuine warmth, “mind if I join you?”

Jimin turns to properly face the alpha with a snort, “well, you’ve already joined me,” he eyes the alpha’s hands on his hips, “so… what’s the point in asking?”

The alpha grins and there’s something so boyish about the grin, it makes Jimin laugh. The alpha is then stepping closer with his smile dimming to leave behind a smirk.

“May I show you a few of my signature moves, pretty? Not here, but,” the alpha’s voice dips, “I swear, you’ll love it.”

Jimin hears the underlying meaning of it. He sees the way the alpha checks him out. He looks at the alpha properly and the alpha is gorgeous too. Has a friendly smile. Those eyes are kind. His voice is soft and gentle.

There’s nothing rough about the alpha whatsoever.

Those are don’t hold storms that make Jimin feel so unprepared. That voice doesn’t make his insides churn with emotions he can’t name.

That touch…

That touch feels wrong.

No matter what Jimin tells himself, that touch feels wrong.

So, with a small but apologetic smile, he is pulling away. Waving his hand dismissively.

“Sorry,” he gestures at his friends behind him, “I can’t.”

The alpha looks at Jin and Rubel, then back at him, “just a dance, then?”

Jimin shakes his head, “no,” he takes another step back, “excuse me.”

Jimin walks up to his friends and gets their attention, “I’ll go home,” he points at his watch, “it’s past three now.”

Jin and Rubel share a look and nod in sync, much to Jimin’s amusement. Jimin looks at the bodyguards who are on the dance floor too. Dancing awkwardly with their eyes on him.

Jimin waves at them and walks out of the club with his friends on his toes.

As he gets in the car, he thinks back about the alpha. He could’ve easily had that alpha if he wanted. He could’ve—

Jimin snorts to himself.

That’s the point.

He can get a great alpha, it’s just that… he can’t bring himself to ‘want’ it. He is so fucked in the head that he just simply can’t bring himself to want another alpha.

── .✦ 

Jimin dejectedly walks inside the dark apartment and toes off his boots. He makes his way to the living room and freezes on the threshold.

The living room is showered in moonlight coming from the glass wall that overlooks the city. The curtains are pulled back to let the moonbeams in as the lights are turned off.

Yoongi is sitting on the couch. Nursing a glass of whiskey. The alpha’s eyes are closed. His head tilted back over the backrest of the couch with a cigarette between his lips. He is in his joggers and nothing else. Upper body bare and glistening with sweat under the whitish glow of the moon.

Jimin looks over at the dim light coming from the other end of the penthouse.

The gym.

The alpha was probably there for a few hours.

Jimin steps forward so he can cross the couch and go to the bedroom. As he is passing the alpha, Yoongi’s voice stops him.

“Had fun?” the voice is clear and rough, a little winded from whatever the alpha did in the gym.

Jimin looks at the alpha. Yoongi still has his head tilted back. His eyes still closed. The tip of the cigarette still burns bright in the somewhat dark room.

“Yeah,” Jimin replies curtly, “so much fun.”

Yoongi’s eyes open, he straightens on the couch to look at Jimin, “was the alpha a great fuck?” he holds the cigarette in his hand and sips his whiskey with his eyes stuck on Jimin, “the one you smell like?”

Jimin hadn’t noticed it but that unknown alpha’s scent lingered on him. Now that he is noticing it, his nose twitches with how strong the scent is. The alpha was probably in his pre-rut to leave such a strong scent behind.

Jimin shrugs, “he was one of the greatest fucks I’ve had in my damn life.”

Yoongi’s lips twist sardonically, “I see,” he chugs the whiskey until the glass is empty, “good to hear.”

He leisurely crushes the cigarette in the ashtray.

“Anything else?” Jimin snaps, “I want to go and sleep if you’re done interrogating me. I am obviously tired.”

Yoongi gets up then, walking up to Jimin to look down at him. He is barely two or so inches taller than Jimin but it feels like the alpha is towering over him when Jimin looks at those eyes.

The two of them just glare at each other for a minute.

Jimin is not sure who moves first.

He hears the dull thud of the glass falling on the carpet. Then Yoongi is grabbing him by the neck and Jimin is pulling Yoongi closer with his both hands grabbing onto both sides of the alpha’s face.

Their lips crash against each other’s with a growl and a hiss. Yoongi’s tongue licks the lip piercing in the middle of Jimin’s lower lip. He tugs at it with his teeth, sucking onto it until Jimin hisses.

“You fucking minx!” Yoongi pulls Jimin flush against him, slotting them together like puzzle pieces, kissing him hard, “I hope you enjoyed the fucking mind game you played. You won, yeah?!” he pulls back to glare at Jimin with the familiar storm in those eyes, “you fucking won. I lost my goddamn mind and it took me everything to not go hunting you down. Are you fucking happy now?!”

Jimin pulls him in for another desperate and angry kiss, “so fucking happy! If you really showed up, I’d have let that alpha fuck me on that damn dance floor just to prove a point! You don’t get to decide things for me!”

Yoongi’s hands squeeze his sides, desperately touching Jimin wherever he can reach until he is cupping the omega’s ass to squeeze it firmly. Jimin moans into the kiss.

“Why are you so fucking difficult?” Yoongi pushes a thigh between Jimin’s legs, “why the fuck—”

“Why were you avoiding me?!” Jimin hisses, teeth sinking on Yoongi’s lower lip as he rubs his half-hard cock against the alpha’s thigh, “how dare you say you’ll find another omega?!”

“You said you don’t care!” Yoongi rubs his thigh over Jimin’s cock, earning a gasp from the omega, “I wasn’t avoiding you, I just…”

Jimin shrugs, “you were,” he closes his eyes, hips moving on its own accord as he feels the delicious pressure against his cock, “don’t fucking lie to me!”

“I’m sorry!” Yoongi hisses, “are you happy?! I’m sorry.”

“Just tell me why you were avoiding me!” Jimin glares at the alpha, hands clutching onto those wide shoulders for dear life, “why—”

“You wanted me to fuck you last night when you were drunk off your ass! I thought I was saving both of us the awkwardness when you wake up and remember that.”

Jimin freezes.

He pulls back with his face flushed bright red.

“I…” he steps back as if burnt, away from Yoongi’s hold, “I did what?”

Yoongi doesn’t want to remember the details. He doesn’t want to think about his own meltdown. He doesn’t want to embarrass Jimin further by explicitly describing what went down last night.

He sighs, “just…forget it, okay? Maybe it wasn’t that bad. I was just… overreacting.”

Jimin turns away, “fuck, I was clingy, wasn’t I? Did I say something stupid? What—”

“Hey, hey,” Yoongi holds Jimin by the wrist to stop the omega from spiralling, “you just asked me to fuck you and then passed out. That’s it. Don’t overthink. This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you.”

Jimin doesn’t match his eyes. He keeps his head ducked and tries to pull his wrist free.

“Angel,” Yoongi’s voice hardens, “look at alpha.”

Jimin hesitates before looking up at the alpha’s face. Yoongi’s jaw is clenched. His eyes are sharp on Jimin and Jimin wants to look away but the alpha’s hold on his wrist tightens in a silent warning as if Yoongi read that on his face.

“Nothing happened,” Yoongi cups his face, thumb tracing over Jimin’s cheekbone, “you passed out right after. We didn’t do anything. You didn’t do anything else. Don’t let your mind tell you otherwise, you hear me?”

Jimin swallows with a nod.

Yoongi huffs, “good,” his eyes trail over Jimin then, “now…” his hands wrap around Jimin so they are chest to chest again, the alpha’s hands squeeze Jimin’s hips, “tell me, princess,” his voice dips dangerously, sending a shiver of excitement down Jimin’s spine, “what did that alpha do to you?”

Jimin’s hands rest on Yoongi’s chest, “he called me pretty.”

Yoongi’s eyes darken, “did he now?”

Jimin’s stomach twists, “he did. He said I’m pretty.”

Yoongi’s hand goes under the tank top to squeeze the omega’s back. Jimin arches into the touch with a shudder. His eyes refusing to look away from the alpha’s darkening irises. Yoongi’s scent bursts around them. Poignant and angry. Jimin inhales lungs full of it. Slick pool inside him, dribbling down to moisten his rim.

“How much of you did he see?” Yoongi’s voice comes out rough as if the alpha is struggling to hold a conversation, “what did he see, angel?”

Jimin sucks onto his lower lip. His heart flutters with the way Yoongi’s eyes drop to his lips.

“Just this,” Jimin whispers while gesturing at himself, “nothing more…” Yoongi squeezes his hip firmly, making him gasp, “Yoon…”

“Pretty, huh?” Yoongi grinds his thigh over Jimin’s crotch again, earning a whimper from the omega who is now shamelessly rutting against him, “that’s all it takes for you, princess?”

Jimin’s nails dig onto Yoongi’s bare chest, “he said I’m pretty,” he feels the silent rumble that reverberates through the alpha’s chest under his palm, the answering flutter in his guts has Jimin’s voice quivering, “make me feel pretty, Yoongi.”

Yoongi stops breathing for a second.

Jimin holds his breath, too.

Time stands still between them. The silence of the night surrounds them like a heavy blanket.

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“Make me feel pretty, Yoongi.”

Yoongi’s heart stops beating with Jimin’s words.

All anger, frustration, built-up helplessness vanishes for a stranded moment. A moment where all he can see is Jimin’s face. Illuminated by the moon peeking through the glass wall. Reflecting the moonbeams in those eyes. Jimin’s face glows somehow.

Jimin looks vulnerable. Scared even.

As if he’s waiting for Yoongi to break him and yet surrendering himself to the alpha.

His eyes are glossy and so, so trusting and yet they hold the raw hurt Yoongi once caused him.

Yoongi knows, tonight he can break the omega and it won’t take much of his efforts.

Jimin looks like he’s ready to fall apart.

He just needs Yoongi to do it for him because he gave himself up.

Yoongi lets out the breath he held inside and everything comes rushing back.

“Fuck this!” he bends to put an arm under Jimin’s knees and the other around his back to pick the omega up.

Jimin’s arms loop around his neck easily. Yoongi refuses to look away from that angelic face. Jimin doesn’t look away either. Yoongi carries Jimin to the bedroom, uncaring of the door as it stays open. He drops the omega on the bed. His eyes trailing over Jimin as the omega sits up on his elbows.

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If Jimin gave himself up to Yoongi then Yoongi would gather him in his arms. Hold him as close as physically possible.

He’ll make Jimin feel pretty because oh, God, he is. So, so, so pretty.

Only if he could see it through Yoongi’s eyes.

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.

Yoongi pulls down Jimin’s pants to throw it over his shoulders. He doesn’t break the eye contact when he digs his knee into the mattress between the omega’s legs.

Jimin lies down on the mattress. His throat bobs as he holds out his arms.

Yoongi takes a moment to admire the omega on his bed. Glistening tan skin against his black, silk bedsheet. The omega’s glimmering tank top is a perfect contrast against his skin and the bed.

Yoongi’s eyes trail to that lip ring and down to that belly button piercing. His tongue rolls in his mouth and he is dropping on his hands and knees over the omega.

He dips, back muscles shifting, to wrap his lips around the belly button piercing.

Jimin’s hand flies to grasp onto his hair. The omega arches his back, pushing up against Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi settles between Jimin’s legs while his tongue maps out the omega’s skin.

Pretty.

The angel is indeed pretty and Yoongi will make sure Jimin knows it tonight.

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Yoongi’s touches burn.

There are no other words for Jimin to describe them. The alpha sucks him off. Jimin cries by the time he is cumming down Yoongi’s throat with one hand grasping the alpha’s hair and the other thrown over his watering eyes.

Then the alpha turns him on his back. Kissing and licking over his rim. Tongue rolling inside, lapping up the slick Jimin produces. The alpha’s hands squeeze Jimin’s ass, pulling them apart so Yoongi can bury his face further against his rim.

Jimin thrashes when he cums the second time. Untouched. Just from the alpha’s tongue moving inside him.

Then he is turned on his back and Yoongi is hovering over him. Leaning down to kiss him. Yoongi’s mouth tastes like Jimin’s cum and slick. Jimin licks into the alpha’s mouth with a hunger that he’d be ashamed of if he had an ounce of sanity left in him. Tears cling to his eyelines as the kiss deepens.

Yoongi pulls back when they both can no longer breathe.

Yoongi’s touches are so gentle, Jimin is breathless. The alpha’s each kiss is intense but at the same time sweet. Tender. His fingertips trail over Jimin and Yoongi’s eyes follow. As if he can’t look away from Jimin. Those eyes spill feelings Jimin can’t comprehend. He is too scared to decipher them.

His own eyes water the more Yoongi kisses him. His hands cling onto Yoongi. Desperately holds onto Yoongi when the alpha kisses down to his chest, down to his belly and down his legs. Yoongi sits on his knees and kisses Jimin’s feet.

Jimin’s toes curl when the alpha kisses the pad of his feet. Down to his ankles.

Jimin pulls his foot away and then places it flat over Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi looks at his foot over his heart and back at Jimin.

Jimin arches against the mattress. His foot presses harder on Yoongi’s chest. Yoongi huffs out a chuckle under his breath and holds Jimin’s foot by his ankle.

He kisses the pad of Jimin’s foot again. Jimin moans, yanking his foot away.

Yoongi arches a brow and Jimin inhales.

There is a pause.

Then Jimin extends his foot again.

This time he rests it on Yoongi’s face.

His insides churn when he hears the alpha’s growl on the sole of his foot. Yoongi waits.

Jimin slowly drags his foot down Yoongi’s front and then drops it on the mattress to spread his legs.

Yoongi leans in with his eyes never breaking the eye-contact with Jimin.

Yoongi’s mouth attaches itself to Jimin’s inner thighs.

Jimin cries out as the alpha’s teeth sink into the soft and plush muscles there. The alpha sucks marks all over his inner thighs.

Jimin grips the alpha’s hair to pull him up for a mouth-to-mouth kiss. Tongues rolling around each other. Saliva mixing between their moans.

Yoongi rubs his middle finger over Jimin’s dripping rim before pushing it in. Jimin arches against the alpha with a shudder. Yoongi uses one then two and then three fingers in him. Each thrust has those fingers rubbing over Jimin’s prostate.

Jimin sobs when he cums again. His cock an angry shade of red from three orgasms. He falls limp on the bed.

“My pretty angel,” Yoongi whispers when he finally settles between Jimin’s legs and pulls down his joggers to free his veiny, hard cock.

Jimin is too spent to do anything. He lies there and lets Yoongi arrange him. Spread his legs, pull them up to his chest and slowly sink into him.

Jimin chokes on a whimper. Both of them let out a shudder at the feeling of the alpha’s cock buried so deep in his tight hole.

Jimin pulls Yoongi in his arms to cling to the alpha’s warmth.

He turns his face to whisper against the alpha’s ear, “make me feel pretty, Yoongi.”

Yoongi starts to move. His thrusts are slow and deep. His eyes are glued on Jimin’s face and Jimin is also unable to look away from those eyes. His hands move on their own accord to pull Yoongi closer. They are chest to chest. Sweaty body moving against another sweaty body.

Yoongi’s lips on his to share ragged breaths and tongues moving leisurely against each other.

Jimin’s cock twitches between them and a few drops of cum dribble out as another orgasm hits him.

Yoongi buries his face against Jimin’s neck when his knot finally forms at the base of his cock. Jimin sniffles when the barbs catch onto his insides, clawing possessively so Jimin is left immobile to absorb the alpha’s release. Warm ropes of cum spurt in his womb. Jimin swallows. His eyes shift from the alpha to the moon peeking through the window.

“My pretty angel,” Yoongi murmurs, almost lying down on him.

Jimin’s breath catches in his chest and with one last look at the moon, he closes his eyes.

Pretty.

He feels the alpha’s cock twitch in him.

He feels the alpha’s mouth sucking marks on his neck.

He feels Yoongi’s weight on top of him. Grounding and warm. So fucking warm.

Yoongi kisses the side of his face, then turns his face to prep kisses all over his face.

Jimin closes his eyes and a small, wet smile twitches the corners of his lips when he feels Yoongi kissing his tears away.

Something settles comfortably in his heart.

Jimin feels pretty.

So fucking pretty.

── .✦  ── .✦ 

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After that night, the two of them developed a routine of sorts.

The omega drops by Yoongi’s studio some days with a packed lunch. The two of them sit and eat in comfortable silence. Yoongi doesn’t mind Jimin dropping by with lunch. He minds when Jimin sits on his lap to make him stop working or when the omega feeds him from his plate with his own chopsticks.

A part of his chest flutters with an unknown sensation that feels a lot like free falling and Yoongi hates that.

He also hates how Jimin’s kisses are so addictive. He hates how Jimin playfully pulls away with a peck and he reaches every time to grab the omega by the wrist to pull him closer for a proper kiss that earns him a giggle from Jimin.

Some days his friends are there when Jimin drops by.

Jimin is still not fully comfortable around Namjoon and Hoseok. He awkwardly shifts on his feet and places the boxes of lunch on the table before quickly greeting them. Then he looks at Yoongi and waves before turning to leave.

Yoongi stops him with a call of his name. He shoots his friends a glare and tells them to leave without acknowledging the smirks they send his way while leaving. Namjoon deliberately closes the door slowly, his eyes shifting pointedly from Jimin to Yoongi and a laugh escapes him when Yoongi throws something at his face or marches over to slam the door on the alpha’s face.

Then he locks the door and turns to look at Jimin who stands awkwardly in the middle of his studio. Those days Yoongi kisses Jimin a little deeper. The lunch boxes are ignored a little longer as Yoongi leads the omega to the couch or the desk. Kisses turn into them desperately feeling each other until their clothes are discarded on the floor. Jimin ends up bent over the desk as Yoongi fucks him from behind or Yoongi sits on the couch as Jimin rides him.

Some nights Jimin calls to remind Yoongi that they were to have dinner together. Yoongi cuts his work short to go home. Finally a reason to return to that otherwise cold penthouse. When Jimin opens the door with a smile, the penthouse doesn’t feel so cold anymore. Instead, it’s warm. So fucking warm and cosy.

With Jimin, the penthouse feels like home.

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“We’re out of Doritos.”

Yoongi groans from where he is on his chest, lying on the couch with a cushion over his head. Face buried in the armrest.

He looks over his shoulder at a pouting omega, “order in.”

Jimin blinks, “we’re out of most of the snacks.”

Yoongi sighs, “order in.”

Jimin puts a hand on his hip and glares, “get your ass up. We’re going shopping.”

“Fuck my life!” Yoongi sits up on the couch, “you can literally call the caretaker of the house and they will fill up the pantry again—”

“Fine, I’m going alone!” Jimin turns on his legs with a careless shrug of his shoulders, “you can stay on the couch and rot there!”

Yoongi glares after the omega, “hey, I got a day off after ages!”

Jimin shrugs, “and, you want to spend it face-planted on the couch like a soaked cat, I get it.”

Yoongi watches Jimin go to the bedroom and slam the door. He puckers his lips.

“Don’t fucking give in to his every whim, for fuck’s sake!” he hisses to himself.

He is about to feel proud of his resistance when Jimin opens the door of the bedroom, walks out in a tank top and shorts. He walks past Yoongi to go to the shoe racks to pull on his Converse highs. Bends over to tie the laces and Yoongi sees how the shorts barely cover Jimin’s ass.

Yoongi is out of the couch with a newfound determination and resignation, “fucking hell! Okay, you proved your point! Wait, let me fucking change!”

Jimin straightens and bites back a smug smile.

Yoongi glares at him in the passing, “oh, fuck off.”

Jimin giggles. The sound vibrates off of the walls in the living room. Yoongi pauses on his way to the bedroom and looks over at the omega.

He blinks.

The living room looks brighter somehow. The windchimes Jimin bought a few days ago rattle with the cool breeze, the two characters on the television talk in a soft voice, the faint noise of the traffic that barely reaches so high up and surpassing all the sounds, Yoongi hears Jimin’s giggles. It rings in the living room. Sweeter than the windchimes. Softer than the murmurs of the characters on the television. Jimin’s face is brighter than the sunlight that glows over his unblemished skin.

Yoongi watches. Mesmerized and breathless for a few moments.

The corners of his lips twitch.

The sound fills the corners of his chest where emptiness resides. The sound of Jimin’s giggle travels into the darkest corners of his heart where a little boy cowers still. Hidden behind the heartstrings that protect him and plastered against Yoongi’s ribcage so hard that Yoongi can feel the ache every now and then.

Jimin’s giggles dance past those tangled strings of his heart and fill the boy with a warmth he hasn’t felt in his entire life.

Yoongi feels himself take a deep breath. His face softens with the warmth of Jimin’s smile.

When Jimin arches a brow, Yoongi shakes his head and turns away with his eyes glimmering with the sorrow of a kid who experienced ‘home’ for the first time just a few seconds ago.

── .✦

The shopping mart is close to the penthouse so Jimin, much to Yoongi’s chagrin, begs to walk. The two of them walk down the pavement with the guards following them in civil clothes, keeping a respectful distance.

As they walk, their hands knock against each other’s. Yoongi’s eyes keep going to the omega because Jimin is talking about a photoshoot he is scheduled to do next week. Jimin moves his hands animatedly to describe the topic of the photoshoot and grins when he talks about how Rubel messed up a pose for their last schedule, causing the photographer to almost lose his calm. Yoongi smiles with a nod here and there.

He feels the omega’s hand knock against his again and this time he lets the touch linger. Linger until he is covering Jimin’s small hand entirely with his.

Jimin’s words stutter to a halt and he looks down at their joined hands and back at Yoongi.

Yoongi holds his breath, “people might recognize and record us… so, this looks like we’re out… you know…”

Jimin’s eyes shift around them and Yoongi curses under his breath because the road is pretty much empty. It’s a weekday afternoon. There is barely any crowd on the streets. Even if there was, this side of the city only has influential people residing so no one is really interested in each other’s business.

No one is really even looking at them even when they pass someone.

Jimin doesn’t point any of that out. He nods with his hand tightening its grip on Yoongi’s and Yoongi blows out a sigh of relief.

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The shopping mart is just as quiet. The aisles are not full of people as Yoongi expected them to be. A few people are pushing around their carts, busy eyeing the items on the shelves to spare them a glance.

Yoongi takes a cart when Jimin points at them exasperatedly and follows Jimin down the aisle for the snacks. The omega walks beside him. Humming to himself while browsing the racks with his eyes.

He picks up quite a few packets of Doritos and dumps them in the cart. Then moves onto the potato chips with salt.

“I’m craving salt and spice,” Jimin murmurs to himself, “with something tangy.”

Yoongi snorts, “pickle?”

The omega chuckles, “we have that back home.”

Yoongi looks at the omega with a pause.

‘We have that back home.’

It sounds way too domestic and something unsteady stirs in Yoongi.

Yoongi pushes the cart a little hard. The packets in it shuffle, making Jimin look at it and back at him. Yoongi keeps his eyes on the shelves. He pulls out a few more chips he likes and carelessly dumps them in the cart.

Jimin skips over to a rack that sells sour candies. He smiles at them before grabbing a few and dumping them in the cart. He breaks the seal and puts one in his mouth, rolling his eyes when Yoongi tells him that’s not allowed.

Jimin moans with the taste, “I was going crazy thinking about this candy,” he tilts his head back with his eyes closed in ecstasy, “now I feel much better,” he blinks, straightening, “do you want a taste?”

Yoongi looks at the candy he is offered and back at Jimin who is hollowing his cheeks to suck onto the candy in his mouth. His eyes peer up at Yoongi with expectation. That pink tongue rolls out to lick over his lower lip.

Yoongi takes a hold of Jimin’s nape and pulls him in for a kiss. He licks over Jimin’s glossy lips to part them and pushes his tongue inside the omega’s mouth. His tongue rolls around the candy in Jimin’s mouth and sucks it into his own.

Jimin moans, hands clutching onto Yoongi’s shirt, “Yoon—”

Yoongi bites onto the candy to break it into pieces, then he pushes half of it back into Jimin’s mouth and straightens, “delicious.”

Jimin looks dizzy. His eyes are a little unfocused. His lips plumpier than usual. They are glossier than usual too.

Yoongi can’t help himself when he leans in to suck onto the lower lip for a second before pulling back with a smug tilt of his lips.

“This tastes better to me.”

Jimin blinks and then his eyes come back to focus. His face flushes bright red and he is looking up and down the aisle before slapping Yoongi’s arm.

“Someone could’ve seen us!” he hisses.

Yoongi shrugs, pushing the cart forward, “let them. We want people to know.”

“Not like this,” Jimin grumbles under his breath, following Yoongi.

Yoongi turns the cart down to another aisle with a smirk.

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When was the last time Yoongi wandered around a shopping mart and bought groceries? He doesn’t think he ever did. He has people stocking his kitchen for him. There are chefs who he can order to make dishes for him. Although he likes to cook for himself.

He never had to really go around aisle after aisle picking up things to store for himself. Now that Jimin is making him, Yoongi realizes, he doesn’t mind.

Jimin has picked up a few fresh vegetables. Some tubs of ice cream. Two jars of pickles because, ‘there’s nothing wrong in storing a few. Just in case.’

He also stops every now and then to read the labels of some random item until Yoongi holds his wrist and pulls him away with a roll of his eyes.

Jimin rushes past the seafood section with a pale face and his nose scrunched. The omega shrugs when Yoongi wonders if he doesn’t like seafood.

“I do but they smell rotten here,” Jimin skips over to the juices lining up the shelves. He picks up a few of those and drops them in the cart.

By the time they are done shopping more than an hour has passed. After self-checking out, Yoongi lets the guards carry the bags while he holds Jimin’s hand in his.

“Where now?” he looks at Jimin who puts another one of those sour candies in his mouth.

“I’m hungry,” Jimin eyes the lined-up restaurants across the road, “I want something spicy.”

Yoongi leads him to a nearby restaurant and they sit in a booth. Facing each other with the menus in front of them.

As their orders come, Jimin dives right in. Eagerly scuffing down everything on his plates. Yoongi fills his plate again with a small smile. Shrugs when Jimin arches a brow at him.

Watching Jimin eat so happily makes Yoongi oddly full. He sits back and nods when Jimin orders some desserts. Jimin lick the spoon as he eats the molten lava cake. The chocolate staining his mouth. Jimin licks around his lips. Leaving traces of chocolate and vanilla ice cream around the corners of his lips. Yoongi shifts in his seat with his eyes stuck on him.

Jimin finishes the cake and leans back in his seat with a satisfied grin, “I’m so fucking full,” he moans, “oh, god.”

Yoongi bites back a growl and takes a quick look around them. Their guards are positioned a few feet away from them. There are two more booths with people. One has a couple sitting side by side and talking with their heads tilted close to each other. The other has an old man eating alone with his eyes on his phone.

Yoongi waves his hand to the waiter to get their bills and Jimin thanks her for the lovely meal as Yoongi pays.

Then the alpha takes Jimin’s hand and walks out of the restaurant.

“I’m so full, I don’t think I can walk,” Jimin whines.

“This is exactly why I wanted to take the car,” Yoongi sighs, looking around the almost empty street.

Jimin sulks, “fine, jeez, you don’t have to be so snappy about that.”

Yoongi looks at him and chuckles, “not being snappy,” he leans in to peck Jimin’s cheek, “just saying, you didn’t have to walk all the way if you’d let me drive here.”

Jimin points at his phone, “let’s book an Uber.”

Much to Yoongi’s relief, the Uber shows up pretty quickly. Jimin gets in with Yoongi following him right behind.

Yoongi freezes when Jimin’s head comes to rest on his shoulder. The omega sighing in content and closing his eyes. Yoongi looks down at the omega’s peaceful face and back out at the passing buildings.

There is a storm building in him that is faster than the speed of the car and no matter how hard he tries, Yoongi can’t seem to see a positive outcome of that storm.

── .✦

“You two’s pictures are all over the internet,” Taehyung says as they get ready for the shoot, “so many posts on Twitter talking about how cosy you looked. The dating speculations are spreading like wildfire. I must say, you did look cosy,” he eyes Jimin with a serious expression, “I still don’t like the fact that you’re dating him.”

Jimin reaches to pinch Taehyung’s side, “calm down. You get too riled up.”

“You don’t understand, Mimi,” Taehyung huffs, “a man like him will never love you. He’s just using you because it’s convenient. You’re home with him so he’s fucking you too. God knows who else he is fucking on the side—” he stops when Jimin’s eyes spring to his, “what? Don’t tell me you believe he’s just being with you exclusively. You know how he is. That alpha will never settle for one person and you’re just setting yourself up for a heartbreak.”

Jimin gnaws his lip, looking away from Taehyung’s wide eyes, “he has changed a lot—”

“No, he hasn’t,” Taehyung scoffs with a roll of his eyes, “alphas like him never change. Don’t be such a fool, Mimi. Did you hear the rumours about him and his new manager he spends most of the day in the studio with? Jang Yi-jeong or something? Jungkook was saying Yoongi hyung spends most of his days holed up in his studio with that omega. There’s a running rumour in the company that they have sex in that studio of his. People heard. You tell me, Mimi, why does he have such a precise security lock in his door if he’s not doing something weird in there? The entire company know about this. They call him Yoongi hyung’s work husband. How come you don’t know this? He’ll never be the man you want him to be, Mimi, just fucking drop him and move on. It’s a stupid crush on your part, move on before it becomes something more.”

Jimin doesn’t listen to the end of it. All he can hear is the name Yi-jeong, ‘Yoongi’s work-husband,’ and there is that sinking feeling again.

Why is it there again? He promised himself that he’d use Yoongi for fame and money, then leave. Right? He promised it would be him in control this time.

Then why does it hurt so much to know Yoongi might have been with others while telling Jimin that stupid promise meant something to him?

“Tae…” he speaks in a tentative voice, “rumours are baseless. They—”

“Jin hyung heard Namjoon talk to Yoongi and tease him about Yi-jeong. He also heard Yoongi took Yi-jeong to that BDSM club they frequent. Just last week. Didn’t Yoongi hyung tell you?”

Jimin’s throat feels dry, “…no?”

Taehyung’s face hardens with anger and those eyes reflect the hurt he feels for Jimin, “told you, Mimi. You’re trusting the wrong guy.”

“Are you sure about that club thing—”

“Yes!” Taehyung insists, “Namjoon was speaking to Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung overheard. Also, Jungkook told me the entire office calls Yi-jeong his ‘work husband,’ because they’re that close! He never hired an omega before but suddenly he did? Why do you think that is? I’m sure he is fucking that guy on the side. Mimi, seriously, get out of your dreamland and acknowledge the trash you’ve a crush on. Dating him is not worth it. I had to tell you because I don’t want you to get hurt. But, think about it, Mimi, why won’t he tell you about it if nothing was going on?”

Jimin doesn’t get to say anything to that because Seojoon is knocking on their door to tell them the shoot is ready.

Jimin looks at himself one last time.

He hates how sad he looks. Utterly, devastatingly sad.

── .✦

The music video is playing on screen for the second time now. Yoongi leans back in his seat and watches Jimin dance to the song. The video the supermodel recorded for another artist a few months ago.

Yoongi closes the tab when the doorbell rings. He punches in the code and the casting director of his MV walks inside.

“We have to pick someone for the role, Yoongi,” he flops on the couch with an exhausted sigh, “the shooting needs to start next week itself. Come on. Did you decide who it will be?”

Yoongi nods, “I have,” he glances at the laptop and back at the director, “I’ll let you know who it is tomorrow.”

The director looks relieved and makes Yoongi promise he won’t delay the process any longer. Yoongi promises and the director lets out a sigh of relief when he leaves. Yoongi takes one last look at the blank screen and leaves the studio.

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.

Jimin reads the posts about Yoongi and Yi-jeong once he reaches home. He notices the ‘fan-clubs’ and ‘shippers’ the rapper has with the omega in just these few months. Their fan clubs have quite a large number of followers on social media.

Jimin scrolls through their pictures and videos. He pauses on some to zoom in. Take in every detail of the content before scrolling back down.

He hears the door of the penthouse open and Yoongi walks in. He puts his phone down. Looking over to see the alpha drop his bag by the threshold and step inside.

Yoongi comes to sit on the same couch with a sigh.

“Hey,” he swallows.

Jimin looks away, “hey.”

There is silence where the alpha seems to gather himself with a tired groan. Jimin curls in on himself, hugging his pillow to his chest while looking at his discarded phone.

“There’s something I was meaning to ask you,” Yoongi looks at him, “my album is in work right now and I’m going to shoot a music video for the title track. We got one lead and we need another. It’s like… two people growing up in different circumstances and coming together at the end with something blooming between them. That part will be left for the viewers to decipher; I’m just going to end the video there.”

Jimin tries to understand why Yoongi is telling him all this. The alpha barely talks about his work. Jimin gives a confused nod and Yoongi’s eyes visibly soften.

“I was wondering, would you like to be one of the leads?” the alpha’s voice is nothing but a whisper.

Jimin blinks. He isn’t sure if he heard it correctly. Then he thinks why on earth Yoongi is asking him to be one of the leads?

“I’ll pay, of course,” Yoongi straightens, sensing Jimin’s hesitation, “there will be a professional contract and all. Your company will know about it. There is no funny business, this is actually very much professional…”

Jimin thinks of saying no. His first instinct tells him to say no. He doesn’t want to do it. After the hectic day, Taehyung’s words, the scrolling of social media, Jimin just doesn’t want to be anywhere near the alpha. Not when his mind is such a mess and his emotions are on overdrive. He has no idea why he feels so hurt and overwhelmed. So, he is planning to say no when a voice in his head stirs.

‘You planned to milk him off his money and sources,’ the voice whispers, ‘do it. The opportunity is right there. Take it. Use him until there’s nothing to milk and then leave.’

Jimin swallows the rejection and nods, “okay.”

Yoongi stops his rambling to stare, “okay?”

Jimin nods, “okay. I’ll do it.”

Yoongi’s confusion clears and he smiles then, “oh, okay,” he chuckles, “I mean,” with a shake of his head and a soft laugh, he reaches for Jimin, “great! Thanks. I’ll talk to the casting director and we’ll draw up a contract. Great.”

Jimin pulls away when the alpha’s hand touches his knee, “great,” he gets off the couch, “I’m really sleepy. I’ll just go and rest.”

“Yeah, cool,” Yoongi gets up too, “I’ll shower and make something to eat.”

Jimin doesn’t wait for the alpha’s words to finish. He turns on his heels and hurries to the bedroom.

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That night when they go to bed, Jimin lies with his back to Yoongi. He feels the alpha turn off the lights and get in bed. Then the alpha squirms closer. His lips against Jimin’s neck. His hand wraps around Jimin’s waist and goes under his t-shirt to feel up to his chest.

Jimin closes his eyes and grips the blanket when the alpha rolls his taut nipple between his fingers. Getting close enough for Jimin to feel his hardening cock against his ass.

“Angel,” Yoongi groans, “come on.”

Jimin pulls away from that warm embrace, “not tonight. I’m tired.”

Yoongi stops and then pulls his hand out of his shirt, “oh,” he hums, “yeah, okay.”

He doesn’t pull away entirely. Instead, he falls asleep with his hand draped over Jimin’s waist. Jimin lies on his side. Looking at the moon with a storm building in him.

── .✦

Before signing the contract, all the parties meet in Yoongi’s company to discuss the terms and conditions, along with the fees of both the actors.

Yoongi and Jimin walk into the others already there.

Seojoon smiles at Jimin and gestures at the man sitting beside him, “Taemin ssi, that’s Jimin. Your co-star. The one you’ll share the screen with.”

Yoongi sits down and finally looks at the actor. Only to notice the way the actor is gaping at Jimin. Yoongi frowns, looks over to see Jimin is also gaping at the man.

“You…”

“You?”

Taemin’s startled expression changes to a small smile, “yes, hi.”

“You two… know each other?” Seojoon asks what Yoongi was wondering.

Jimin nods mutely and Taemin hums.

“We met at a club recently,” Taemin’s smile is friendly, but those eyes are not, they are a little too warm for Yoongi’s liking, “he was there with his friends. He ditched me in the middle of the dance floor.”

And suddenly Yoongi knows what Taemin is talking about.

‘He said I’m pretty.’

Yoongi’s hand balls on the table and he looks at Taemin and back at Jimin.

Jimin sits down, “I didn’t ditch you, I really had to leave,” his lips curl with a small and awkward smile, “sorry.”

“Hey, no need,” Taemin smiles widely with a hint of teasing, “the world is small. Look, we meet again.”

“Shall we start the meeting?” Yoongi looks at Seojoon and the alpha fumbles under his sharp tone, scrambling to grab the controller to start the projector.

Yoongi leans back on his chair to focus on the screen. But his eyes keep moving to Taemin and every time they do, he catches Taemin looking at Jimin. Yoongi glances at Jimin to see the omega looking at the screen with all his attention.

Yoongi can’t help it when he places a hand on Jimin’s thigh to use that leverage to pull the omega’s chair closer to his. Jimin startles, looking at him quizzically.

Yoongi can’t help it. When Jimin looks at him, all confused with his lips parted in a silent gasp and those eyes a little wide, his lips twitch. He leans in to peck Jimin’s lips.

“What…” Jimin whispers against his lips.

“Just wanted to tell you that you,” Yoongi rubs the tip of his nose against Jimin’s cheek, “look beautiful.”

Jimin’s cheeks warm up and the omega is turning away without a word. Yoongi huffs out a small chuckle and looks back at the screen.

He also steals one last glance at Taemin to see Taemin is looking at Jimin and then those eyes are shifting to Yoongi. Yoongi holds that eye contact. Not shying away from Taemin. Taemin’s eyes go from him to the hand he has on Jimin’s thigh under the glass-table. Then he looks back up at Yoongi.

Yoongi waits. Taemin averts his eyes after a moment.

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.

Yoongi is not happy about the contract when they sign it but he doesn’t want to be unprofessional and kick Taemin out of the team for no apparent reason and that’s the only reason they sign the contract.

There are no reasons for him to oppose now. Even his own mind wonders why he wants to kick the alpha out of the team. Yoongi can’t say it to himself, forget voicing it. So he sits and watches Taemin and Jimin sign the contract before signing it himself.

He watches Taemin and Jimin come face to face. The alpha holds out his hand and Jimin takes it.

“I’ll enjoy working with you,” Taemin says with a friendly smile, “I am sure.”

“Me too,” Jimin returns it.

Yoongi nods when Taemin shakes his hand.

After the meeting, Seojoon takes them out for drinks to celebrate the start of the project. Jimin excuses himself as soon as the alpha proposes the idea.

“I’m really not feeling well,” he tells Yoongi when Yoongi asks what’s wrong, “I’ll go home—”

“Let’s go then,” Yoongi shakes his head when Jimin opens his mouth to protest, “I’m tired too.”

Yoongi closes the door of the meeting room and takes Jimin’s hand in his. He squeezes Jimin’s hand and guides him to the elevator.

── .✦ 

“It’s nice that we’re all going together,” Taemin says when they board Yoongi’s private jet a day later, “I thought I’d be bored out of my mind for such a long flight.”

Jimin smiles with a nod, “I hate the long flights too, so I understand,” he sits beside Yoongi and looks at Taemin who takes the seat across from him.

Even when there are multiple seats in the private jet. All are empty except for the ones where Seojoon and Yi-jeong are.

Yoongi eyes the alpha and sighs.

Jimin hasn’t looked his way since they reached the airport. Yoongi is actually a little irritated because of how coldly Jimin treated Yi-jeong when Yoongi introduced the two of them. Jimin had just nodded at the omega and ignored the extended hand before getting inside the jet.

Yoongi looks at Jimin who is still talking to Taemin. With a smile that is barely ever there when he is around Yoongi nowadays.

He frowns.

‘Why do you want him to smile at you?’

He closes his eyes and leans back against the seat. He doesn’t want Jimin to smile at him. It’s just, he is stuck on this seat for a few hours and his mind wanders. Nothing more.

He tunes out Taemin and Jimin’s conversation when the pilot announces they’re ready to take off.

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Yoongi doesn’t know when he fell asleep but when he woke up, it’s to Jimin giggling with a hand over his mouth and Taemin grinning at him with a, Yoongi arches a brow, mesmerized look on his face.

“You’re funny,” Jimin slaps Taemin’s hand over the desk and Taemin takes a hold of his hand.

“Well, that’s me,” the alpha says.

Jimin’s smile dims a little as he sobers. His eyes go from Taemin’s face to where the alpha is holding his hand. Taemin is quick to let go and change the subject. Jimin pulls his hand back and follows the alpha with that proposed subject.

Yoongi’s tongue rolls in his mouth and he is getting out of the seat, “excuse me.”

Jimin and Taemin give him a small nod before going back to their discussion.

Yoongi goes to the attached bedroom in the jet and uses the washroom there. He looks at himself in the mirror and thinks about how Jimin was giggling with Taemin. He wonders if it was his imagination or if Jimin looked happier with Taemin somehow. With a shake of his head, he splashes some water on his face.

Something is pricking him at the bottom of his spine. An irritation he can’t scratch. Yoongi doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like how he keeps thinking about how Jimin was smiling with Taemin. Both of them huddled closer over the desk to talk. As if something could be that interesting.

Yoongi scoffs and walks out of the washroom.

“Here you are.”

He looks at the source of the voice with a curse, “Yi-jeongie, you sick fuck! You scared the shit out of me!”

Yi-jeong laughs, holding out a towel, “the staffs forgot to keep a towel here for you. So, I came to your aid, as always.”

Yoongi chuckles, “as always,” he wipes his face and looks at Yi-jeong, “thank you.”

Yi-jeong tilts his head, “are you okay?”

Yoongi frowns in confusion, “why do you ask?”

The omega’s lips twitch, “you look a little disturbed.”

Yoongi sits at the edge of the bed, “you noticed, huh?”

Yi-jeong comes to sit beside him, “I’m your manager. That’s my job. To make sure,” his hand comes to rest on Yoongi’s knee, “my client is comfortable. All the time.”

Yoongi smiles to himself, “just a little antsy about the project. Hoping for it to go well but preparing for the worst. You know how it is.”

Yi-jeong nods, “I do,” he pats Yoongi’s thigh, “I just—”

The door opens and Yoongi looks over to see Jimin standing there. The omega’s eyes go from Yoongi to Yi-jeong and back to Yoongi.

“Hey,” Yoongi stands up, “what are you doing here?”

“Sorry,” Jimin takes a step back, “I was searching for the washroom. Didn’t mean to disturb.”

“You can use the washroom here,” Yoongi gestures behind him, “come in.”

Jimin eyes Yi-jeong and looks at Yoongi with a distasteful curl of his lips, “no, it’s okay. I don’t want to disturb.”

“Nonsense, sir,” Yi-jeong stands up, “I was about to leave.”

Yi-jeong nods at Yoongi and leaves the bedroom with a smile at Jimin. Jimin watches him go with a blank face before looking back at Yoongi.

“Come in,” Yoongi gestures at the washroom.

Jimin closes the door slowly as he steps inside. He walks up to Yoongi to cross him to go to the washroom and pauses. As if he wants to say something. Then he shakes his head and goes to the washroom.

Yoongi goes to lock the door and sits at the edge of the bed until Jimin comes out.

“You can rest here for a few hours,” he offers, “you look tired.”

Jimin looks at the bed, “no, I’ll just—”

“Come on,” Yoongi reaches to take a hold of his wrist, “you look exhausted.”

Jimin steps closer, “I don’t want to disturb you if you were in the middle of something with your manager,” he gives a tight-lipped smile to Yoongi, “I’ll be outside.”

“He was here to give me a towel,” Yoongi pulls Jimin between his legs, holds the omega there, “stay.”

Jimin’s hands rest on his shoulders. The omega looks at the bed and back at Yoongi.

Yoongi looks up at the omega. It has been a week or so since they last did something. Whenever Yoongi initiates anything, Jimin stops him by saying he is not feeling it. Yoongi can’t even remember when they last kissed.

As soon as he thinks about it, he reaches to take a hold of the omega’s nape to pull him down for a kiss. Jimin sighs into it, closing his eyes. His hands ball over Yoongi’s shoulder.

“There are people outside,” Jimin murmurs against his lips, “I told Taemin that I’ll be right back.”

As soon as Yoongi hears that name, he rolls them over so Jimin falls on the bed with a gasp. The omega bounces on the mattress until Yoongi climbs on top of him.

“He and his stupid rambling can wait,” Yoongi plants one hand beside Jimin’s head and the other goes to unbutton the omega’s shorts, “your alpha needs you now.”

Jimin’s throat bobs at that.

Yoongi yanks the shorts off of Jimin, uncaring of where it falls. Doing the same with the underwear. He pulls off the tank top next. All the while holding eye contact with Jimin and making sure the omega doesn’t look away from him.

Then he unzips his own pant, pushing it down enough to reveal his cock.

Jimin stops him when he goes to sit between the omega’s legs, “I don’t want to be the only undressed one.”

Yoongi inhales deeply and takes a hold of his own t-shirt to pull it over his head. Then he kicks off his jeans and boxers. He arches his brow at Jimin.

Jimin spreads his legs and holds out his arms.

Yoongi curses before climbing over the omega. He kisses Jimin like his life depends on it while his hand goes between the omega’s legs to rub over his dampening rim. Yoongi swallows the moans Jimin lets out like a starved man as he pushes his fingers into the omega one by one.

A sense of pride fills his chest when he sees the way Jimin writhes under his touch. How the omega kisses him so desperately while needy whimpers and moans fall from those sinful lips. Yoongi swallows the noises and growls when the omega tightens around him before cumming all over himself. Just from Yoongi’s fingers.

Then Yoongi is lathering himself up with the omega’s slick before positioning himself between the omega’s legs. He laces their fingers together and drops on his elbows. His mouth captures Jimin’s when his cock sinks into the omega.

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“It hurts!” Jimin tugs onto his hair when Yoongi sucks his nipple, trying to pull his head away, “stop biting them!”

Yoongi looks at the omega on his lap with his cock buried deeper in him. Jimin has stopped riding him and is now looking at him with a pained expression.

“Sorry,” Yoongi kisses the puckered tip, “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” Jimin starts to move again, throwing his head back as the alpha’s cock hits his prostate, “my chest has been sensitive lately.”

Yoongi mouths Jimin’s throat, nodding, “sorry, babe, I didn’t know.”

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Jimin’s back arches so beautifully when Yoongi takes a hold of the omega’s hair to pull him back while fucking him from behind. Jimin can barely hold himself up. His limbs tremble with the effort. He buries his face against the pillow as he cums for the third time. A few drops of cum dripping out of the slit of his cock.

Yoongi grips his hips, pounding into him.

Jimin shudders with each thrust. His eyes screwed shut.

Yoongi pulls out, pushing Jimin on his back to enter him again.

Jimin wraps his arms around the alpha’s shoulders to pull him closer. Yoongi grunts, his thrusts erratic. With a growl, he slams into Jimin. Burying himself as deep as he can.

His knot catches Jimin’s rim.

Jimin bites back a cry.

“I fucking missed this,” Yoongi mouths Jimin’s sweaty skin, laps at his throat, “missed fucking you so much, angel.”

Jimin swallows, eyes on the ceiling, “me too,” he looks down at the alpha’s face, “I missed this too.”

Yoongi kisses him then, “you’re so fucking beautiful, baby… so fucking—”

Jimin just kisses him. Kisses him until Yoongi pulls back and positions them in a way that has Jimin on his side and the alpha spooning him from behind.

“Sleep, angel,” Yoongi mouths his nape, “you must be tired.”

Jimin is. So fucking tired. He thinks about the doctor’s appointment he booked and had to postpone for this shoot. He will go once he returns. He closes his eyes.

Sleep.

He can do that.

He feels Yoongi’s lips move across his bare shoulder. Kissing him all over. Scenting him as he licks Jimin’s nape. Jimin shudders, eyelids slowly growing heavier. He lets himself rest.

He accepts it or not, in Yoongi’s arms, he finds peace.

── .✦ ── .✦

Chapter Text

── .✦ ── .✦

Jimin is not really into acting. He does it for the sake of it but there are aspects of the job where he lacks. But for the first time someone is beside him who takes notice of it and initiates help.

Taemin talks to him about their script and acts out the scenes with him to prepare him for the camera.

Jimin is conscious whenever they have to shoot somewhere in public. He is shy around those curious eyes. Taemin notices that too. He makes sure to be extra cheerful for him. Stands with him as they wait for a scene change. Talks to him when Jimin looks a little on the edge. Jimin can’t help but feel relieved whenever the alpha is around.

“You’re spoiling me,” Jimin says one day during the shooting of a riverside scene, “I might not have you as my co-star again and then I’ll just struggle to cope.”

“Hey, now,” Taemin nudges his side with a warm smile, “you can always call me and I’ll show up. No questions asked, pretty.”

Pretty.

He calls Jimin pretty every now and then.

Something Jimin doesn’t acknowledge but hears nonetheless. Hears and remembers someone’s ragged breaths against his ear. Kissing down his throat. Asking him if he feels pretty and—

Jimin looks at his script and back at the river.

It’s a cloudy day. The riverside is quiet and the cool breeze is damp against his skin. The weather is so beautiful, Jimin can’t help but smile.

The camera crew are setting their camps and talking positions. Seojoon is discussing something with the director. Taemin is beside him. The two of them sitting side by side to wait out the process.

“Where’s Yoongi ssi,” Taemin wonders, “he didn’t come for today’s shoot?”

Jimin thinks about the alpha. Yoongi has been busy since they landed. He is holed up in their suite and working on his laptop almost for the entire day. Most of the days he can’t join them for the shooting but he comes at least once to check out everything for himself. Today he is not here yet.

Jimin looks at his script and shrugs. He doesn’t want to talk about the alpha. Since that day on the plane, he is filled with self-loathing. For giving up to Yoongi so readily. For being so fucking spineless.

He is ashamed of himself because he can’t even go up to Yoongi and ask about Yi-jeong. Not when he knows that’s not his place. That Yoongi and him are not a thing. Yet, he knows they promised to be exclusive and if Yoongi is breaking that promise, Jimin would like to know.

This is like a never-ending loop with Yoongi where Jimin thinks the alpha is going behind his back and ends up hurting himself. He is getting tired of it now. Tired to the point where he has given up on thinking too much about it.

He looks at Taemin with a small smile, “no idea. He didn’t tell me anything.”

Taemin nods. The alpha looks like he wants to say something more. He traces the edges of the papers with his thumb and then sighs.

“Are you two…” he doesn’t look at Jimin, voice trailing off as if he’s not sure how to finish the sentence.

Jimin wants to laugh. He is glad Taemin can’t finish that sentence because he doesn’t want to answer it. He knows the answer and yet, it’d still hurt to say it out loud.

“Forgive me for intruding,” Taemin closes his eyes, “I don’t know why I want to know when it’s very much obvious that you two are… a thing. The entire nation knows at this point.”

“We’re not,” Jimin decides it’s time he acknowledges the truth and starts to live with it, “we…” he shrugs, “it’s nothing like that. We’re just…it’s not like that.”

How would he explain what they are to Taemin? How’d he explain the intimacy they share, the touches, the words, the hours spent in each other’s embrace and yet the distance that seems to linger between them to an almost stranger? How’d he ever describe who Min Yoongi is to him with proper words and everything?

It seems impossible to Jimin.

Taemin, to his credit, doesn’t press further and Jimin is glad. He is starting to voice the obvious, find his way out of the lie the two of them decided to showcase but it doesn’t mean he is ready to go onto the full-blown discussion. Not yet. Maybe, never.

The two of them are called back to join the others when the director announces he is ready. Jimin and Taemin go back to their position. Taemin smiles at him and Jimin blows out a deep breath before he hears the director shout out ‘action.’

── .✦

“We got a hold of that guy as soon as the hackers got the data wiped from Choi’s grasp,” his father looks quite pleased with himself over the video call, “the data is erased and, about the guy… he was indeed hired by Byung-hun.”

Yoongi chews the inside of his cheek, “so we were right.”

“Now, what do we do about this?” his father gestures at the screen, “you tell me.”

“What was that guy hired for?” Yoongi wonders.

His father looks uncomfortable for a blink of an eye before he clears his throat to speak, “he went to Jimin’s apartment with hydrofluoric acid.”

Yoongi stops breathing for a second. His eyes stuck on the screen. The glow of the screen hurts his eyes when he stops blinking for a second too long. His father doesn’t match his eyes. Looking anywhere but at him.

Yoongi leans back in his seat and blinks away from the bright screen. He looks at the darkening sky behind the screen. The pink hue smudged with the darkest shade of blue. Yoongi looks at the beautiful canvas of the sky and he sees that guy. With a bottle of acid in his hand. Waiting for Jimin to come home.

The omega would walk out of that elevator in the empty corridor. Unsuspecting of a thing. He won’t question the man standing there because there’s another apartment on that floor with his. He will walk up to the guy to pass him and the guy will open that bottle and—

Yoongi closes his eyes. He feels that burn deep in his chest. His arms flex as they ball on top of the desk. Sheer terror floods him along with agonising pain.

“In Choi’s words,” his father starts to talk, unaware of the storm raging in Yoongi, “he wanted to make Jimin feel the shame he felt when Jimin didn’t show up for the wedding and was found with you instead. He couldn’t take the humiliation that you stole Jimin from him and how he had to swallow that for the sake of you being a Min. Wanted the omega to feel the hurt—”

Yoongi rubs his hands down his face, “I want him dead,” he looks at his father dead in the eyes, “I want Choi dead.”

His father looks startled. His eyes widen with each word falling from Yoongi’s mouth and his jaw loosens. He fumbles for a few seconds to find the right words. Only to stop. Then he sighs.

“Yoongi,” his voice is soft, calm and… to Yoongi’s surprise, cautious, “are you sure an omega is worth it?”

Yoongi goes taut.

His father shifts in his seat, “if we do something to Choi, his business will go to his cousin as he has no legitimate heir. That cousin hates our guts so he’ll pull out of the partnership. I understand it’s important to you but just for an omega—”

“Appa…”

His father sighs, “one word and you’ll get hundreds of supermodels or these pretty omegas lining up to be with you, Yoongi. Are you sure this Jimin guy is worth all this hassle? Remember, son, we don’t lose our minds over an omega. They’re not worth it. Your appa should be the prime example of that. He…” Mr. Min swallows, “married for love and you know how it went. You know. Do you really—”

“I have a licenced gun,” Yoongi murmurs, “if you can’t, I’ll kill him myself. Then surrender to the police. I don’t care, appa, Choi is not living after what he did. You can either get rid of him, or you can say goodbye to me.”

His father looks pale, downright shocked even, “for an omega…?”

“For Jimin,” Yoongi grits his teeth, “he has a name!”

“Why…?” his father sounds winded, “Yoongi… what the fuck?! Why?”

Why…

Yoongi looks back at the sky. The dark blue has now suppressed the pink. Spreading over the horizon with the dusty black clouds following. Yoongi inhales the summer breeze that ruffles through his hair. Caresses his face with a gentleness that reminds him of a certain omega’s touch.

He shrugs, “because I want to.” He looks at his father, “because he deserves nothing less.”

His father observes him for a second before sighing, “don’t let an omega be your weakness, son. Someday he’ll show his true colour and you’ll regret it.”

Yoongi straightens on his chair, “so, shall I take this matter into my own hands?”

“No,” his father licks his lower lip, “I’ll handle it my way. By the time you return to this country, Choi will be dealt with. Don’t go anywhere near him. I got this.”

Yoongi nods, “thanks, appa, oh, by the way,” he smiles, “that guy. He shouldn’t get away either. Money or not, if you agree to do such a thing, you should face the consequences too. Don’t you think?”

His father gives a grim nod, “yeah. I’ll keep him in mind too.”

Yoongi smiles wide, “thanks, appa, I owe you one.”

“Come to my birthday party this year,” his father chuckles.

Yoongi reaches for the lid of the laptop, “I’ll think about it.”

“Your papa and I lov—”

Yoongi slams the lid down. He picks up the silver box of cigarettes and pulls one out with his lips. He gets up from the chair and goes to light it out on the balcony with a sigh.

“For an omega…?”

His father’s words are carried to him with the breeze. Yoongi sees Jimin’s smiling face when he closes his eyes. He inhales the smoke until his lungs burn with it and lets it out through his nose.

Yoongi decides he doesn’t need to answer his father. He doesn’t need to answer anyone else in the world. Not even himself. He’ll do anything to protect that smile and no one needs to know why.

── .✦

Jimin returns to the hotel where the filming crew is staying. He goes up to his suite to see Yoongi working on the couch in the living room while Yi-jeong prepares some coffee in the kitchen.

As soon as Jimin walks in, both pairs of eyes find him.

“You’re home,” Yoongi’s lips twitch and he places the laptop beside him, “how was the day?”

Jimin ignores the man in the kitchen and gives Yoongi a tight-lipped smile, “great.”

He goes to the bedroom and slams the door. He is exhausted. Too drained even when the schedule wasn’t really that tightly packed. He feels dizzy. He goes to the washroom to discard his clothes and splash some water on his face.

He felt like vomiting throughout the day. There is a restlessness in him that keeps getting worse. The more he stays around other people, inhale their different scents, the more nauseous he feels.

‘Must be the nerves,’ he tells himself while filling the bathtub.

He sits at the edge of the bathtub and thinks about the day. How he threw up his lunch because it had beef. The meat’s smell got his stomach twisting until he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Jimin rubs a hand down his face before looking at the slowly filling bathtub. He hopes the warm bath will help with his aching joints.

Jimin hears the bedroom door open and then close behind him. He picks up on the alpha’s scent before Yoongi shows up at the doorstep of the washroom.

“Hey…” Yoongi looks at the discarded clothes and back at him, “everything alright?”

Jimin wants to laugh.

Is everything alright? Not really.

He decided to keep his distance from Yoongi and here he is. The alpha’s scent cocooning him and for the first time since the morning, he feels at ease. He looks at the water level slowly rising in the tub and shrugs.

“Fine.”

Yoongi steps inside the bathroom, “you look sick.”

Jimin snorts, “thanks.”

“No, not like that,” Yoongi comes to stand beside him, a finger under Jimin’s chin to tilt his face up for the alpha’s scrutinizing gaze, “you look really ill. What’s wrong?”

Jimin pulls away, looking down at the bathtub, “just tired after the shooting. I think I got some type of flu or something. I’m a little down. Nothing to worry about.”

Yoongi takes hold of his chin again, “nothing to worry about?” he pulls Jimin’s face up to look, “you’ve dark circles around your eyes. You’re sweaty all over. Seojoon dropped by to check up on you if you reached the room safely because you threw up your lunch. What’s—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Jimin slaps Yoongi’s hand away, “I’m tired, okay? I’m not really great at acting and we’re in this new place. With new people and new diet, new schedules… I’m all frayed. That’s it. Can you fucking stop looming over me like this?!”

Yoongi doesn’t look convinced but he doesn’t press it. Much to Jimin’s relief.

“Fine, you take the bath,” Yoongi steps back, “I’ll brew some tea for you.”

Jimin ignores the alpha, sinks into the bathtub and groans in pleasure when the lukewarm water pools around him.

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Yoongi lingers by the edge. Watching Jimin lean back in the bathtub. His eyes closing with his head tilted upwards. The scented candles and their flickering flames create beautiful shadows over the omega’s damp skin. The scented bath bombs bubble in the water, spreading the glistening pink colour all over the omega’s body under the water.

Jimin’s lips part around a sigh of relief. He groans, squirming lower in the bathtub.

Yoongi leans in, cups Jimin’s face and kisses him. Jimin shudders, eyes fluttering open to look at him. Yoongi kneels by the edge of the bath and deepens the kiss.

“Do you want something to drink?” he pulls back a little to whisper, “wine… champagne, anything?”

Jimin shakes his head, “I’m running on an empty stomach, almost,” he licks his lip, “that tea sounded good.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “fine, then,” he gets up, “I’ll get you some tea.”

He takes one last glance at Jimin and leaves the washroom.

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Yi-jeong left as soon as Jimin came in. The omega was here to have some coffee because his room didn’t have a coffee maker. Yoongi goes to the kitchen to browse through the tea collection here.

He grinds some ginger while preparing the tea.

Jimin walks out of the bedroom after a few minutes in a comfortable t-shirt and cotton shorts. He lies on the couch with a whine.

Yoongi carries over the tea and sits near the omega’s feet. Jimin looks at him and back at the tea. He sits up, taking the cup in both of his hands.

“Thank you,” he inhales the aroma of the tea, “I needed this.”

“You’re welcome,” Yoongi picks up his mug, “you need to eat something though. If you threw up your lunch—”

“No,” Jimin sips his tea, “don’t remind me of foods. I feel nauseous. I don’t know, I’ll just have some fruits before bed.”

Yoongi sips his coffee, “I’ll prepare something light,” he holds up his hand, “no. You’re eating, angel. You can’t go the entire night on your empty stomach.”

Jimin goes back to his tea. The silence is comfortable. Yoongi thinks about telling Jimin about that guy and Choi. Then he looks at Jimin. Takes in the omega’s hunched shoulders and tired yawns. He thinks about telling Jimin the guy was there with a bottle of acid—

Yoongi decides not to.

Jimin doesn’t need to know all those details but he can ease the omega’s mind a little.

“That guy was caught after the hackers got to Choi’s drive and erased those clips he was holding against you,” he nods when Jimin’s eyes spring to his face, “he has confessed that Choi sent him.”

Jimin’s grip on the cup tightens, “oh?”

Yoongi sighs, “appa is looking into it. Choi will face the consequences now that he has nothing dangling over your head.”

“What type of consequences?” Jimin turns to face him fully, “can’t we just go to the police and file a complaint?”

“He is Choi Byung-hun,” Yoongi deadpans, “law is kind of useless for such people.”

Jimin licks his lower lip, “what would your appa do then?”

Yoongi shrugs, “no idea. But you won’t have to worry about him again.”

Jimin doesn’t look convinced. Yoongi wants to assure the omega that he will be fine. That Choi or anyone will never haunt him again.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me,” Jimin’s words break through Yoongi’s thoughts, “I don’t want to create trouble for your family and you. I’m thankful that you helped me with those clips, but I don’t want you to do something to Choi. It’s too risky.”

Yoongi’s insides fill with warmth when he observes the worry for him in those eyes. His lips twitch and he takes a hold of the omega’s chin to pull him in for a gentle kiss.

Jimin hums into the kiss, pulling back before Yoongi can deepen it. He looks down at the cup in his hold.

“I don’t know how to thank you for what you did,” Jimin murmurs.

Yoongi sighs, “you’re already thanking me by pretending to date me,” he looks at the screen in front of him, “appa haven’t talked about that damn arranged marriage since I told him about us. So… that’s payment enough.”

Jimin’s lips twitch with a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. He nods.

“Still… is there anything else you need me to do?” Jimin presses, “anything else—”

“Have dinner with me,” Yoongi blurts out, watches Jimin blink, furrow his brows in confusion and Yoongi starts to freak out, so he barrels on before he fumbles again, “if you’re not feeling well, you don’t have to. You did say you’re not feeling well. I don’t know—”

“We can go for dinner,” Jimin murmurs, not matching Yoongi’s eyes, “maybe, someplace nice, quiet and not so…” he waves his hand, “extravagant? Something homey.”

Yoongi bites the inside of his cheek, “or, maybe I can cook something homey and we can have dinner on the terrace,” he gestures at the adjacent terrace to the suite, “that’s good, right?”

Jimin looks at the direction Yoongi points. The moonlight illuminating the marbled floor of the terrace. He smiles and nods.

“We can do that,” he licks his lower lip, “I’ll finish this tea and help you—”

“No, I’ll be fine on my own,” Yoongi eyes Jimin’s comfortable attire, “just…” his eyes gleam, “wear something fancy. Yeah?”

Jimin stares, “it’s just the terrace.”

Yoongi shrugs, “so what? The place doesn’t matter. The feelings do.”

Jimin squints, “the feelings…?”

“Yes,” Yoongi leans in to peck Jimin’s lips, “let’s have a fancy dinner, angel. Come on.”

Jimin takes a sip of the tea, “okay, fine.”

── .✦

Jimin looks at himself in the white, silk, dress he chose to wear. The front of it has a plunging neckline with two thick straps going over his shoulders to cross on his bare back and connect to the lower half of the dress that starts at the bottom of his spine to only cover his ass.

The one Yoongi bought for him when they went shopping. Jimin has no idea why he brought it here but right now he is glad that he did.

Jimin turns to look at his bare back and down the arch of his ass. With a nod he tugs on the heels that has two thin ribbons tying around his ankles. He sits on the chair in front of the dressing table. Doing minimal makeup and adding some gloss to his lips.

He looks at the perfume and his insides churn with nausea. With a shake of his head, he skips that part.

When he is done brushing his hair, he looks at himself.

Finally faced the voice in his head asking him on repeat why is he doing this. Why is he getting ready for a dinner on the terrace of the suite for almost an hour now? Why is he putting in such efforts for an alpha who he wants to stay as far away from as possible?

‘Now that Choi is caught and dealt with, I can move out of his apartment,’ Jimin thinks to himself, ‘this is the last time I’ll entertain him. Last time, I swear. I got what I wanted,’ he nods to himself, ‘worked under his name which got me money and more fame. Pretended to be with him so people would talk about us and that helped me gain popularity, more fans. It was a perfect plan and I’ll show him what an ‘omega’ can do. I’ll leave him to rot in his hellhole of a life once we’re back home.’

Jimin nods to himself and ignores the tremors of his hands as he glides them down over his sides to make sure everything looks good. He doesn’t acknowledge how heavy his heart feels. He doesn’t match his eyes because they look so devastatingly sad. He ignores the unsettling twist in his guts as he gets up from the seat.

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He pauses by the doorstep that leads to the terrace.

There is a blanket placed in the middle of the terrace. The cushions from the couch are lining the edges of the said blanket. There are throws placed neatly over the cushions to make it a square space for two to sit inside. It looks like a nest from the distance.

Jimin looks at the alpha who is setting up a tray full of dishes and bowls in the middle of that square. Yoongi looks up when he feels eyes on him and Jimin’s breath catches in his chest.

Under the soothing glow of the moon that illuminates the alpha’s black, silk shirt, his pale skin a pure contrast with the shirt, Yoongi looks beautiful. Those long strands of hair falling over his eyes and Yoongi combs them back to look at him properly. His eyes trail over Jimin and the alpha straightens.

He walks up to Jimin, “hey, beautiful.”

Jimin swallows, “you didn’t have to do all that,” he forces himself to not keep his eyes on the alpha, another look at that preparation and his heart will give out, “why are you doing this?”

Yoongi shrugs, “you said you aren’t feeling well. Lately, I see you being too drained. You still agreed to come across the world to work on this project—”

“I’m getting paid,” Jimin reminds himself and Yoongi, “this is my job. I’m not doing this as charity.”

Yoongi’s eyes are tender when he leans in to peck his lips, “you’ve gone through a lot for me,” his eyes avert then, “I was a piece of shit to you and I never said sorry. Never properly apologized—”

“Why now?” Jimin balls his fist, “why…” when I’m about to leave you.

Yoongi shrugs, “because it’s better late than never?” he glances over his shoulder at the preparation and sighs, “it’s nothing much. I don’t know how to do these things. I’m not…” he fidgets, for the first time Jimin sees the alpha so out of his depth, “I don’t know these things,” he gives a small, awkward, smile to Jimin then, “anyway, it’s just a dinner. Come on. I just hope you feel better after eating.”

Jimin is about to take a step outside when Yoongi hisses.

“Sorry, wait,” he goes inside to come back with a white rose, “from the vase in the living room,” he makes a face, “for you.”

Jimin takes the rose and bites back a gasp when Yoongi bends to pick him up in his arms.

“I can walk!” Jimin wraps his arms around the alpha’s shoulders with wide, startled eyes.

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “I know,” he carries Jimin to the blanket and gently puts him down on it, “but, I wanted to carry you. Sue me.”

Jimin settles on the blanket and looks around. The terrace is looking out at the city with glass railings. From where he sits, he can see the glimmering city lights. The London Eye at one side. The Thames is like a silk ribbon carelessly placed beside it. Glistening under the moonlight. Jimin is thankful for the glass ceiling of the terrace so if it rains, they are safe. It’s like a glass box where they are. Secure, warm and cosy.

Like a bubble where reality’s entry is prohibited. Here Jimin can imagine they are okay. For a few hours, Jimin can pretend they are more than just an arrangement.

He looks at Yoongi when the alpha opens a bottle of wine. Jimin licks his lip when he takes the drink. One sip and he is putting the glass down.

“I’ll just stick to water,” he chuckles, “my stomach is feeling squishy today.”

Yoongi places the bottle near Jimin and eyes him quizzically, “are you sure you don’t want to get a check-up done right away? You really look tired, angel.”

Jimin takes a gulp of the water, “can we not discuss my health?” he looks at the food, “I’m hungry.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “who said they would go to bed and not eat?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and starts to serve himself the food. He plates for Yoongi too, holding it out for the alpha. The two of them sit comfortably as they eat.

The silence is filled with them talking about whatever comes to their minds. Yoongi asks Jimin about his life before joining this industry. Jimin talks about his childhood. How loved he was by his father and how his mother still loves him so much.

“She’s all I have,” Jimin whispers, “if she saw those clips on the internet…” his throat bobs and he is looking at the plate in his hands.

Yoongi swallows, “she never will. It’s over,” he reaches to put a finger under Jimin’s chin to pull his face up so they are looking at each other, “you’re safe now.”

Jimin leans into the touch. He is physically unable to pull away. He looks at the alpha and lets himself feel it.

The heartache.

The feelings he buried because the voices in his head told him he should be ashamed for feeling that way for this alpha. He buried those feelings somewhere even he can’t lurk.

Now, sitting here with his eyes on Yoongi, he lets his heart be honest with his mind.

He lets himself feel all the feelings he has stored for this alpha because this will be the last time and he wants to feel everything before uprooting them from his heart.

He feels the overpowering heartache. He mourns his first love. He feels the grounding sadness and it’s so suffocating, he is speaking before he can stop himself. He will give himself this night.

He will be a fool tonight and let the alpha stomp on his heart one last time.

One last hit to kill that weak, lone voice that still clings to this alpha no matter how many times his mind roars for him to move on.

“Tae told me about you and Yi-jeong.”

He tries to see the changes in Yoongi’s expression but Yoongi just blinks. The silence stretches until Yoongi speaks again.

“Told you what?”

Jimin looks away from the alpha, “about the rumours surrounding you two. About the fact that you took him to Cocytus. That club. Basically, he told me everything.”

Yoongi is quiet for a second. Then he places the glass of wine down and takes a hold of Jimin’s chin to make him look at Yoongi.

“You mean that ‘work-husband’ rumours?” his eyes search Jimin’s face, “and, the club—”

“I know nothing is going on between us other than sex,” Jimin looks away, “but, I told you… I don’t want someone to find out—” he closes his eyes, “and, if you really went there with him, why didn’t you tell me? It’s not like we have something to lose. We’re nothing.”

“I took him to Cocytus because he wanted to sign up for a membership,” Yoongi murmurs, “you need a reference to get in that club. I referred him. He found himself a dom,” he nods when Jimin looks over at him, “he’s quite happy with the arrangements. There’s nothing going on between us and I don’t mix up work with personal life, angel. He’s my manager and that’s it. Also, I told people off for that ‘work-husband’ rumours because yes, as my manager, he works closely with me. He stays in the studio to go through a lot of things. He’s new in this job, I had to fill him up about the things he will look after. He had to sit by my side to understand my job and what I needed him to do. That’s it,” Yoongi looks down at his hands, “I’ve been with you exclusively since I gave you my word. As you said, there’s nothing between us and we have nothing to lose. Why’d I lie, angel, I got no reason to.”

Jimin still feels unconvinced.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” Yoongi’s lips twitch hopelessly.

Jimin shakes his head, “what reason do I have?” he grips the plate in his hold, looking down at the half-eaten food, “the last time I trusted you, I ended up with your friends trying to have sex with me. I don’t know, Yoon—Yoongi, I’m not made for your world,” he closes his eyes, “I can’t keep up with your life. I can’t. I went into this with an entirely different mindset and you went into it with the polar opposite. I don’t know. You hurt me and—”

“How can I make it up to you?”

Jimin thinks he misheard. He thinks he imagined those words in Yoongi’s voice. He looks at the alpha and Yoongi is waiting. His eyes are searching Jimin’s and Jimin has no idea why Yoongi wants to make it up to him.

“Why do you want to make it up to me?” he finds himself asking.

Yoongi glances at the wine glass, “I don’t want you to turn into me or people like me. I don’t want you to be this person who has to rethink so many times before he accepts love and feelings in their life. You were unapologetic about your positivity, angel, and I killed that in you. Now you’re cautious about feelings. You’re guarded and sceptic. I did that to you, and I’d do anything to bring that spark back in you. I don’t want to be the reason you never believe in love again. I might never believe it, I might never want a family of my own, I might never see a future where I settle down with someone but you deserve all of that. All of that and more. So, I’ll do anything to restore that positivity in you.”

Jimin’s smile is sad, “you can change yourself for me.”

Yoongi’s eyes snap to his. Jimin holds it. Lets the alpha see him. See the storms behind his eyes. See the feelings Jimin is terrified of voicing even to himself.

Yoongi’s face contorts, “even my best version can’t be the one you deserve, angel,” his eyes speak something Jimin can’t decipher, “I’m a result of a destructive household and I don’t want to be your future. You don’t deserve that,” he gives a small, defeated smile, “it took me months to accept it to myself that I can’t be selfish about you. That’s the best version of me, angel. Me accepting my 100% won’t sum up to the man you deserve. So, I’ll just…” he goes quiet.

“Right,” Jimin looks away, “you really think it’s impossible to break the circle.”

Yoongi wonders if Jimin even realizes the circle Yoongi is talking about. He hopes not. He doesn’t want Jimin to know such a life. He doesn’t want the omega to even experience a glimpse into such a life. He doesn’t wish for that life’s shadow to touch Jimin. In any way.

“Then why did you keep me so close?” Jimin whispers, “why did you do everything to make it feel like you’re trying. Why did you do all this?” he gestures around them, “why—”

“Because, I know once we land, we’ll go our separate ways,” Yoongi murmurs, “you’ve nothing tying you to me anymore and I’m done being selfish. We’ll part ways and I just wanted to be selfish one last time.”

Jimin’s eyes burn. He chuckles hopelessly.

“Then be selfish,” he puts the plate down, “have me.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “not like that,” he looks around them, “no…” he gestures at the plate, “I want to treat you right. Even if for tonight and for the last time, I just want to treat you right for once.”

“Fuck you!” Jimin whimpers, tears springing to his eyes, “no, seriously, fuck you! You want to treat me right?!” he grabs Yoongi’s collar, “by telling me I’m not worth your efforts. I’m not worth more than a night. You’re doing this because you want to feel better about yourself. You’re not thinking about me. What do you mean you want to do this for once?! I’m not a test drive, you fucking coward! I’m not a scene you play in those clubs of yours! I’m a human being and it fucking hurts!” he pushes Yoongi away, standing up to wipe his eyes before the tears dare to come out, “I refuse to be your lab experiment. I can’t do this. Fuck you!”

Yoongi stands up to stop him from leaving, “what do you want me to say, angel? That I’ll try—”

“No! Fuck no!” Jimin snorts, “I don’t want to beg for something you can’t willingly give me. I don’t want to force you into this. I’m accepting your decision. Just… let me leave with my dignity. I don’t need to sit here and let you experience what life could’ve been if you weren’t a fucking asshole! I’m not…” he grips Yoongi’s shirt in futile rage and hurt, tears springing to his eyes all over again, “I’m not your cheap experiment at a normal life, Min Yoongi!”

Jimin jerks his hand away from the alpha’s shirt and whirls around to leave.

The entire world sways for a second.

Jimin stumbles on his feet. Vision going fuzzy around the edges. He frowns when a sharp pain shoots through his head. He presses his hand over his temple and squints to clear his sight.

Jimin’s legs tremble, tangling with each other and he is losing balance. Almost falling on his face. The edges of his vision start to darken and he closes his eyes when his limbs go slack.

.

.

Yoongi watches Jimin stumble and he leaps forward to grab the omega around the waist before Jimin can fall on his face.

“Angel?!” he looks at the omega’s unconscious and pale face, “fuck!” he lies Jimin down in the nest he made in a hurry, grabbing the water to sprinkle on Jimin’s face, “Jimin?”

Jimin just lies there. Limp and unresponsive.

Yoongi kneels beside him, grabbing his phone to dial Yi-jeong, “get a doctor to my suite!”

“Huh?” Yi-jeong startles, “I just left for dinner. I’ll be right back—”

“Fucking hell!” Yoongi roars, “I don’t need you to come back, get a fucking doctor to my suite! Right now!”

“Okay, okay,” Yi-jeong hurries through his words, “are you fine? Are you sure you don’t want us to go back—”

“No, just send a doctor. I got this!” Yoongi cuts the call.

He sits there. Looking down at the unconscious omega. He grabs a blanket and places it over Jimin. His hand rests on the omega’s forehead to check if Jimin has a fever.

Nothing.

“Angel,” Yoongi whispers, cupping Jimin’s face, “please, get up. Fuck, don’t scare me like this. What…”

He dips a paper towel in the water, squeezes it and presses it against Jimin’s face, dragging it down his neck. He whispers Jimin’s name to him.

Jimin stirs after a few minutes. His eyelids flutter with effort. The omega’s unfocused irises move side to side before settling on Yoongi.

Yoongi lets out a breath that sounds like a dry, relieved sob. He leans in to rest his forehead against Jimin’s while he tries to control his breathing.

“Yoongi…” Jimin’s lips barely move, “wh—”

“Shh,” Yoongi drops the paper towel, “I’m here,” he speaks over his loudly beating heart, “I’m right here, baby. I got you.”

Jimin’s throat bobs. He squints. His trembling fingers pressing against his temple.

“Ahh,” Jimin tries to sit up, “what happened—”

“No, no,” Yoongi holds him by the shoulders, “stay where you are. It’s okay. You fainted. Don’t worry, I got you.”

Yoongi wants to laugh at himself. He is telling the omega to not worry while his own heart is almost beating out of his chest with worry clouding his brain.

“I think you didn’t eat something for so long, so…” Yoongi shrugs, “I called a doctor. Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.”

“I don’t…” Jimin doesn’t get to speak further when the doorbell rings somewhere in the suite.

Yoongi stands up, “stay right here. I’ll be back.”

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The doctor checks Jimin thoroughly. He asks Jimin a few things in a soft voice and with a calming smile. Jimin answers them in his thin voice. His eyes moving with whatever the doctor is doing.

Yoongi stands beside the doctor. Almost hovering over the two of them in nervousness.

“Is it food poisoning?” Jimin squirms uncomfortably where he lies, “do you think that’s why I can’t stomach more than a few morsels?”

The doctor checks the notes he made and sighs, “it’s not looking like food poisoning,” he looks at Jimin then, “did you do a pregnancy test?”

The silence has him looking at both of their faces.

Yoongi grips his hands in front of him and Jimin has gone paler.

“I’m not pregnant,” he whispers in a barely audible voice.

The doctor looks a little confused before something seems to click in his head. He sighs, pulling out three kits from his suitcase and placing them on the pillow beside Jimin’s head.

“I’m writing down some vitamins you should take, but first,” he gestures at the kits, “make sure to take the test. I’ll leave my number here if you need to call me. Anytime.”

Yoongi guides the doctor out of the suite on autopilot. His mind is too empty to comprehend what the doctor just said. The doctor stops at the doorstep and looks over at him.

“Be gentle with him,” he murmurs, “whatever your reaction is to the news, whatever the news is, just… be gentle about it. He’s in a fragile state.”

His mind reels and slowly the reality sinks in. Heavier and harsher than Yoongi expected. The doctor looks at him with a grim expression and his insides churn.

Yoongi’s throat bobs, “I will,” he grips the door, “I’ll give you a call in the morning.”

The doctor nods with a small twitch of his lips and leaves.

Yoongi closes the door and leans his forehead against it for a second.

Pregnancy.

Jimin is pregnant…

Jimin is pregnant with his—

Fuck!

Yoongi takes a deep breath and turns on his feet to go back out on the terrace to see Jimin has sat up. He is looking at those kits with empty eyes now.

When he hears Yoongi’s footsteps, he looks up at the alpha, “I’m not pregnant.”

Yoongi stops on his track, “angel—”

“No,” Jimin grits his teeth, forcing himself to get up, “I’m not! I’m n-not pregnant!”

Yoongi hurries those last few steps to go and stand in front of the omega, “we still have to take the test.”

“No!” Jimin hisses, his teeth bare with agony clear on his face, “no! We don’t! I can’t get pregnant! I’m not pregnant! We used protection, we—” he shakes his head, murmuring under his breath, “I took the pills. I did,” he frowns as if remembering something, “I…”

Yoongi knows there were days he surely missed. He knows lately he hasn’t been using condoms. He can recall exactly when he stopped and he can remember each time after that they got intimate, Yoongi simply chose not to use a condom.

What was he thinking?

What was he doing…?

Yoongi hesitates before touching the omega’s back and jumps when Jimin flinches, pulling back.

“Calm down,” Yoongi tells that to Jimin and himself, “let’s do the test and then we can talk about this.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” Jimin balls his trembling hands, “I’m not fucking pregnant with your bastard!”

He stumbles when he gets out of the nest. Jumps away from Yoongi when Yoongi tries to take a hold of him as he storms inside the suite.

Yoongi looks at the destruction of the ‘peaceful dinner,’ he planned. One wine glass toppled over, red wine soaking into the blanket. The half-eaten foods are drying on the plates. The ice is melting in the bucket where the wine bottle sweats. The cushions are scattered around and Yoongi’s eyes zoom in on the white rose left right beside the pregnancy kits.

The pregnancy kits.

Fuck!

Yoongi’s hand trembles when he reaches for them. He collects them and puts them in his pocket before leaving the mess behind to get inside the suite.

He goes straight to the bedroom to see Jimin is not there. He hears the shower and with a deep breath, walks inside the bathroom.

Jimin is sitting under the shower in his dress and heels. He is curled in on himself with his arms around his folded knees. His forehead resting on his knees as tremors go down his spine.

Yoongi’s chest tightens impossibly. He looks at the omega and all his worries and fears take a step back. He reaches to turn off the shower and kneels in front of the omega.

“Hey,” he hesitates before placing a hand on Jimin’s knee, “baby, look at me.”

“I’m not pregnant,” Jimin whispers, “I can’t be pregnant.”

Yoongi squeezes his knee, “just look at me.”

Those red-rimmed eyes find him, “I can’t be…” Jimin’s lips quiver, “I don’t want to be pregnant like this!” his eyes fill with fresh tears, “I can’t, I… I had dreams,” his legs give out, and he sits cross-legged, empty eyes staring over Yoongi’s shoulder at nothing in particular, “this is not how I wanted to find out. This is not the circumstances I wanted to be in. This is not how my alpha was supposed to react! This is not what I wanted!” his voice goes up a notch with each word, “I was to be married to the love of my life,” he whispers, voice cracking, “I… the baby was to be a sign of our love. Not…” he crumbles, burying his face in his hands, “not a sign of meaningless sex! Fuck!”

Yoongi takes a hold of those palms and pulls them down, crouching to find Jimin’s eyes, “hey,” he tries to hold that eye contact when Jimin looks at him, “let’s not freak out before the test. Yeah? We’ve to know if it’s really positive—”

“We can terminate it here and go back as we came,” Jimin whispers, “right?”

Yoongi’s lips seal shut. He notices the pain in those eyes. He feels how cold the omega’s palms are. He takes in how the omega waits for his answer.

Something is sickening in Jimin’s scent as it bursts around them. As if they are sitting on a pile of rotting worms.

Yoongi shudders.

“We can do anything you want,” Yoongi murmurs, “but, first. We’ve to take the test.”

Jimin’s eyes water further, “I’m not pregnant.”

Yoongi’s insides twist with pure agony this time and he nods, “you’re not pregnant. This is just so we can tell that doctor off. Come on.”

Jimin is limp when Yoongi picks him up from the wet floor of the washroom. He sits the omega down on the toilet seat and places the kits on the tray after tearing them out of the packets.

Yoongi looks at the tests and back at Jimin who is also looking at them with empty eyes.

“I’ll be right outside,” Yoongi whispers and steps back.

Fresh tears roll down Jimin’s eyes. He doesn’t look away from the kits. Doesn’t respond to what Yoongi said. He sits there in his soaked dress and heels and ruined makeup.

He looks utterly broken and devastatingly alone. With his shoulders hunched and arms around himself, Jimin almost looks like a ghost of himself whose eyes fill with terror and agony the more he looks at the kits.

He sits there as if he is about to fall apart.

Yoongi’s shoulders slump. He curses.

“You know what,” he takes that one long step and holds Jimin by the wrist, “fuck the tests. It can wait. Whatever!”

Jimin blinks, “huh…?”

Yoongi shrugs, “you can do that later. Just… let me get you out of these before you catch a cold. You just…” I don’t like how defeated you look.

Yoongi sits Jimin down on the sink counter once he guides him away from the toilet. He unties the dress and pulls it off of the omega. Throws it over his shoulder. He reaches for a dry towel and rubs Jimin’s hair dry before using another towel to dry the omega entirely.

Then he wraps Jimin in a comfortable bathrobe and kneels in front of the omega. Jimin looks down at him as Yoongi places the omega's one foot on his knee to untie the laces of his heels. Then the other. Once done, Yoongi straightens and smiles at Jimin’s bare face. He ignores those puffy eyes and squeezes Jimin’s sides.

“Let’s go to sleep. We can do this tomorrow—”

“No,” Jimin swallows, inhaling deeply before looking over at the tray, “no. You were right. We need to know,” he squares his shoulders, straightening where he sits, “let’s take the test. If it’s positive, we can terminate it tomorrow morning itself.”

Yoongi has nothing to say about that. His mind is a mess of thoughts and voices and flashbacks of his childhood. That would be the ideal solution for the two of them. Abortion.

What good would happen to a kid whose father is Min Yoongi? Yoongi can’t even imagine the answer.

He swallows and looks back at Jimin.

Jimin is already getting off of the counter to reach for the kits. He looks at them long enough for Yoongi to start fidgeting. Then Jimin takes a deep breath and goes inside the shower stall to take the test.

Yoongi stays by the sink. His hands grip the edge of the counter as he keeps his eyes on the shadow behind the obscure shower wall. Yoongi holds his breath when Jimin walks out with the three kits and places them on the counter.

The two of them stand side by side with their eyes glued on the kits.

“How long does it take?” Jimin whispers.

Yoongi bites his lower lip, “no idea.”

Jimin’s brows crease, his eyes don’t leave the kits, “how long did it take before?”

Yoongi looks at him in confusion, “before?”

Jimin is still looking at the kits as if him staring at them will rush the process or maybe, pause the time, “the omegas you got pregnant before. How long did it take?” then his lashes flutter, “you weren’t there for the tests?”

Yoongi is quiet. Then he let out a breath that lodged itself in his chest with a low chuckle.

“Never got anyone pregnant before, angel,” he looks at the kits when Jimin’s eyes spring to him, “never fucked anyone without a condom. Never left until they took the pill. This is my first time, too,” he gestures at the kits, “I’m assuming it takes five or so minutes. I can Google.”

Jimin’s eyes stay on him for a minute. Then he looks away. Yoongi pulls out his phone and searches. Then he nods.

“Yeah. Five minutes, max,” he licks his lips, “it should be done by now.”

Both of them just stand there. Maintaining some distance from the counter so they can’t see the result.

Jimin draws in a breath when too many minutes pass in silence, “…check it.”

One look at Jimin’s pale face and Yoongi can’t deny him this. With a deep breath, he steps forward and looks at the kits.

The instructions are clear and written on the kit itself. One red line means negative. Two red lines mean positive.

Yoongi’s eyes move from one kit to the other and to the next one.

Six pairs of lines look back at him.

Two bold red lines on each kit.

Yoongi grips the edge of the counter with all his might. He licks the roof of his dried mouth and swallows some saliva down his contorting throat. Then he forces out an exhale and some strained words follow.

“They’re positive…”

He forces himself to look at the omega through the mirror.

Jimin’s eyes spring from one kit to another. He takes a step back. His hands search a support to hold him up as he starts to fold in himself. Yoongi turns around to take a hold of the omega but Jimin whirls around to dash to the toilet to bend over it. Retching in it as he falls on his knees.

Yoongi goes to sit behind Jimin. Hesitates before his hand touches the omega’s back over the robe. Rubbing up and down on his spine while Jimin empties his already empty stomach. Jimin falls limp over the toilet seat after a moment. Staying there with his body trembling.

Yoongi pulls him away and on his lap. He sits on the cold floor of the washroom with Jimin in his arms. The omega’s side pressed against his chest. Jimin rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder, face burrowing against the alpha’s throat. His nose rubbing over Yoongi’s scent-gland to inhale the alpha’s pheromones.

Yoongi keeps rubbing his back while his body produces the calming pheromones so the omega can inhale it.

They sit there for minutes. Long, quiet, dreadful minutes. Then Jimin stirs. His mouth moves against Yoongi’s neck.

“Call the doctor,” he whispers, “I want to get over this tomorrow itself. We can go back home like nothing ever happened.”

Yoongi can see the countertop from where he is sitting. He imagines those three pregnancy kits. Can still see the prominent red lines. He swallows down the bile clogging his throat.

Jimin is still talking.

“We’ll not tell anyone,” he pulls back to look at Yoongi, “promise me. We won’t tell anyone. We’ll go back and go our separate ways. No one has to know about this.”

Yoongi looks at the countertop and back at Jimin. Bile is glistening at one corner of his lips. His eyes are blood-red and puffy. Those long lashes are sticking together with drying tears. He is somehow paler than he already was.

Yoongi nods, wipes the corner of Jimin’s lip and cups his cheek, “we’ll do everything you want. But for now,” he sighs, “you need to rest.”

“I can’t rest until I abort this—” Jimin’s voice wavers, those eyes flood with fresh tears but the omega grits his teeth so that not a single tear falls, “call the doctor.”

When Yoongi just sits there, immobile, Jimin grips his shirt.

“I’m not raising your bastard,” he murmurs, “I’m not—” his throat bobs, “I’ll not, you hear me?”

“I do,” Yoongi gestures at the countertop, “my phone is there. I’ll call the doctor. You need to lie down and rest. I’ll book an appointment tomorrow itself. But please,” he begs almost, “you need to go to bed now.”

Jimin searches his eyes and Yoongi lets him have that. Lets the omega see the honesty in his eyes for as long as Jimin wants. Then Jimin is trying to get up. Yoongi helps him stand up and then he picks Jimin up in his arms. Jimin doesn’t protest. Too exhausted for that.

Yoongi carries him to bed and lies him down. He pulls the blanket over Jimin’s trembling form.

“Call the doctor,” Jimin grips his wrist.

Yoongi nods, “let me get my phone.”

Jimin lets go then.

Yoongi goes inside and picks up his phone from the countertop. He takes a swiping look at the kits and clicks a picture of them for the doctor to see before he swipes the kits in the bin.

Then he comes back to sit at the edge of the bed beside Jimin and dials the doctor’s number.

Jimin holds his breath as the phone rings.

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Jimin can’t sleep.

He finds himself looking through the open window as hours pass. The suite is quiet. Too quiet. The bed is too big and too empty.

After speaking with the doctor and finalising an appointment, Yoongi left the bedroom. Told Jimin he had some work to finish.

Jimin hasn’t acknowledged the alpha’s words. Too wrapped in his head to take it all in.

All he can think about are those kits on the countertop. Glaring white kits with red double lines. Jimin closes his eyes and shifts on the bed.

He feels nauseous every time he thinks about those kits. He feels restless every time he thinks there is an embryo growing in him. Jimin refuses to call it a baby. Refuses to acknowledge it for far too long. He refuses to touch his stomach. He refuses to look down at it.

He wants to be done with this termination before his heartstrings stretch downwards from his chest like roots to wrap around that embryo like a protective shield. He refuses to let his heart get attached to that… thing.

Jimin thinks about Taegguk.

He thinks about the happiness Taehyung showed when he found out he was to have a baby. He was so brave and fierce. Ready to raise the kid on his own if Jungkook didn’t want to be a part of his life.

And here he is.

A coward.

Hiding under the blanket with his face buried in the pillows. Looking out at the dark sky and praying for the night to end quickly so he can go and get that embryo washed out of him.

He can’t be strong like Taehyung. He is not strong like Taehyung.

He doesn’t want to do this.

He wants a happy pregnancy with his alpha beside him. He wants to anticipate the pregnancy and when he sees the result, he wants to jump with happiness. He wants to look at his alpha who is equally happy.

Yoongi is none of that.

He is not happy. He is not excited. He is not… Jimin inhales deeply, he is not Jimin’s alpha.

Jimin turns away from the window and his eyes focus on the clock. It’s past one in the morning. Jimin frowns and looks at the closed door. Wonders if the alpha is still working.

Then he wonders why does he even care?

But the bed is too big and the darkness is too scary tonight. His own thoughts are scarier somehow.

He hesitates for a moment and then gets out of bed. With slow steps, he walks out of the bedroom to see the dimly lit living room. There is no one there.

Jimin looks at the dark kitchen and then his eyes shift to the terrace.

The glass door is closed but Jimin can see the alpha outside. In that makeshift nest.

Yoongi is lying on his back in that nest with one arm behind his head and the other on his stomach.

Jimin watches the alpha through the glass for a long moment.

Then he takes hold of the doorknob and slides the door open to step outside. He walks up silently to the alpha and when he hides the moon to stand in Yoongi’s line of sight, Yoongi’s eyes shift to him.

Yoongi just looks at him. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t straighten in anticipation. He doesn’t sit up in a rush. He just lies there and watches Jimin watch him.

Jimin wordlessly steps into that makeshift nest. The alpha’s eyes following him. He lies down beside the alpha.

Yoongi pulls up the side of the blanket and Jimin squirms under it. Yoongi’s arm stretches out over the pillow. Jimin hesitates for a second before pulling his head up and resting it on the alpha’s chest. Yoongi’s arm wraps around his waist to pull him closer.

The alpha’s lips touch the crown of his head. Jimin closes his eyes.

All those voices in his head go quiet for the first time since the test. All the jittery nerves calm as Jimin inhales the alpha’s grounding pheromones. His eyes flutter as he gets closer to the alpha. Feels the alpha’s warmth seep into him.

The silence lingers.

After a few more minutes, Jimin speaks in a barely audible voice, “you won’t ask me if it’s someone else’s or not?”

Yoongi’s chest rumbles with a silent laugh, “if you somehow managed to get me pregnant, angel, I would expect you to ask that,” his eyes are tender when Jimin looks up at him, there is a ghost-like smile curling those lips, “it’s you. I know you were just mine all this time.”

The trust is so palpable in Yoongi’s eyes that Jimin averts his eyes as his heartbeat picks up speed.

Yoongi’s hand rubs soothing circles over Jimin’s arm, “why did you wake up?”

Jimin scoffs, “you think I slept?”

Yoongi looks at him and Jimin looks at the moon. His hand rests on Yoongi’s chest. He cuddles closer. Somehow the terrace is warm. The nest smells of the alpha. The quiet surrounding is way more soothing than that dark and cold bedroom. Jimin closes his eyes.

“Do you think it happened in the car?”

Jimin grits his teeth and looks up at the alpha who is looking at the moon now, “why are you thinking about that?”

Yoongi looks down at him. His expression unreadable to the omega. Those eyes search Jimin’s for something Jimin can’t decipher. Then Yoongi looks away again.

“Just curious.”

Jimin closes his eyes again, “I don’t care where it happened, I just—”

“I always thought I’d react terribly to finding out I got someone pregnant,” Yoongi whispers, “will lash out. Will freak out and drive that omega directly to the hospital to get it aborted. I never entertained the idea of being a dad,” Yoongi’s lips twitch, “I was so nervous for Jungkook when he said Taehyung got pregnant. He was so positive about it and I pitied him. Thinking what a fool he must be to have a child in this economy and—” he exhales, “and, tonight I’m where he was. Tonight, I’m not…” the pause stretches as if the alpha is gathering his thoughts, “not grabbing my keys and dragging you to the nearest hospital. I am worried, yes, but not for the same reason as before. I am not losing my mind tonight. Not as I expected. Maybe because I trust you to know what to do. Because I’ve faith in you and I guess, that’s what back then I didn’t understand about Jungkook’s reaction. He had faith in Taehyung to know what they were doing. He had faith in the partner he chose to be that vulnerable with and I get it now,” he looks down at Jimin, “I get it.”

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. There are thousands of words colliding with each other in his head and he doesn’t know how to react. So, he just lies there. Immobile.

“Whatever you choose, angel, I’ll support you,” Yoongi murmurs, “I’ll support you if you abort the bab—”

“It,” Jimin whispers, “it.”

Yoongi licks his lower lip, “it. I’ll support you if you abort it,” the alpha’s arm tightens around Jimin as if he is preparing himself for his next words, “I’ll be there if you choose to keep it.”

“Shut up,” Jimin hisses, “shut the fuck up!”

Yoongi doesn’t rush to protest, he sighs, “I’m just telling you. I’m letting you know. So, you can make an informed decision.”

“You’re just telling me you think you’ll support me through this pregnancy,” Jimin scoffs, “and, then you’ll change your mind midway when it gets too overbearing or hectic, I’ll be stuck with it. I won’t be able to abort then. You get to walk away any moment, Yoongi, I don’t!”

Yoongi nods, looks away, “fair enough. You want a peaceful and happy pregnancy. You want it with your husband and not a fake boyfriend, I get it. I’m just… I had to let you know. I didn’t want you to make a decision without knowing my stand.”

Jimin shrugs, “it’s decided. Nothing will change the fact that I want it aborted.”

Yoongi hums, “that’s all that matters. Your body,” he closes his eyes, “your choice.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything further. He forces himself to calm down and try to fall asleep in that nest.

He doesn’t know how long he lies there. He doesn’t know what time it is. But he thinks it’s been long enough.

Long enough for the alpha to think he fell asleep. Long enough for Yoongi to gently lay his head on the pillow and pull his hand out from underneath him. Jimin keeps his eyes closed. Unsure of what the alpha is doing.

Yoongi watches him sleep for a quiet moment before his eyes flicker downwards. Then the alpha is squirming down so he is face to face with Jimin’s flat stomach.

Jimin holds his breath, eyelids barely open to peer at the alpha.

Yoongi watches his stomach for a minute or two. Then his hand comes up, lingers in the air and then rests on Jimin’s abdomen.

Jimin bites onto his lower lip.

Yoongi sighs and leans in to rest his forehead against his stomach. The alpha’s hot breaths caress his skin. His hand gently moves over Jimin’s abdomen.

“Hey,” Yoongi whispers, “I’m sorry, little one,” his lips move over Jimin’s stomach, “come back once he’s with the right person, yeah? The person who he’d look forward to having a child with and who’d look forward to it, too,” Yoongi’s lips touch Jimin’s belly and Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, “I’m sorry, little one. I can’t be the dad you’d need in your life. Don’t be upset with papa, okay? He’d have you if he could. It’s all my fault. I am sorry… This is a goodbye because… we won’t get a chance again. I’m so sorry.”

Yoongi rubs his forehead over Jimin’s belly. As if asking for forgiveness. Then the alpha pulls back. He lies back down after making sure he pulls down Jimin’s t-shirt over his belly. He covers Jimin properly with the blanket and pulls him in his arms.

Jimin doesn’t get a blink of sleep and by the way the alpha stays tensed, Yoongi doesn’t sleep either.

── .✦

Jimin wakes up to the sun's rays illuminating the sky. It’s fairly early in the morning if the tender rays of the sun are anything to go by. He looks at his side. Yoongi is still sleeping. His arms are still wrapped around Jimin.

Jimin feels the alpha’s chest rise and fall under his cheek.

Jimin slowly distances himself and sits up. He woke up to the feeling of his stomach twisting. As he sits up, the feeling gets worse. He presses a hand over his mouth and springs to his feet. The motion is swift enough to stir the alpha.

Yoongi blinks his droopy eyes until he sees Jimin. Then he blinks a few more times and sits up.

“What—”

Jimin dashes inside the suite and in the bathroom. He hears the alpha’s footsteps right behind him. As he empties his stomach, Yoongi comes to sit beside him. His hand rubbing over Jimin’s back.

Jimin groans and nods when Yoongi gives him the toilet paper to wipe his mouth. He balls it up and throws it away before sighing.

“This is crazy,” Jimin bemoans, “I don’t even have anything in me, what am I even throwing up at this point?”

Yoongi’s lips curl in sympathy, “maybe, you should have something in you then.”

Jimin glares at him, “don’t laugh, it’s all your fault!”

Yoongi opens his mouth in protest and then closes it with a defeated bob of his head, “too late to deny that, I guess.”

Jimin slumps where he is sitting, “I’m just so fucking exhausted and it can’t be that far along, right? Just a few weeks, probably,” he gnaws his lower lip, “Tae didn’t have much of a morning sickness, he’d say. Surely not as bad as this!”

Yoongi lets the omega ramble. He takes in how Jimin rambles about Taehyung and the small smile that curls the corners of Jimin’s lips when he recalls those days.

“I’d bring him all the weird cravings he’d have and he’d promise me that he’ll return the favour tenfold when I’m carrying my pup—” Jimin freezes.

His eyes lose the sparkle and he averts them with a deep breath.

Yoongi swallows, “I’ll order some breakfast,” he tries to divert the topic, “do you want something sweet or—”

“When is the appointment,” Jimin stands up on his shaky legs, “I should get ready.”

“You’re eating first,” Yoongi stands up too, “then we’re going.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to keep anything in but…” Jimin shrugs, “you go and order. What do you think we should tell the crew for taking a day off?”

Yoongi gnaws his lips, “I don’t think the doctor will go through the abortion today, angel,” he hurries when Jimin’s eyes widen, “the doctor will run some tests. They need to confirm a few things. It might take a day or two. I told the crew we’re going sightseeing today and I’ll find something else to say once the doctor gives us a date. I swear, I got this.”

Jimin closes his mouth with a small nod, “okay.”

Yoongi breathes out a sigh of relief, “great, I’ll order something. You get ready.”

As he is leaving the washroom, Jimin calls him back. Yoongi looks over his shoulder at the omega to see Jimin look a little awkward. The hesitation is clear in his voice when he speaks.

“Can you order something spicy?” Jimin doesn’t look at him, “and, tangy, maybe?”

Yoongi thinks about the shopping mart. The omega buying so many sour candies. He thinks about them walking from one aisle to another. Smiling and talking.

There is a sudden surge of longing in him that has Yoongi’s breath catching in his chest. It feels a lot like yearning. Yearning for that time they spent together and yearning for the lost opportunities where Yoongi could’ve treated Jimin better. The yearning shifts to guilt and swirls with regret in him. Yoongi lets out a small smile.

“I’ll order whatever you want to have, angel,” Yoongi whispers, “just tell me.”

── .✦

Jimin watches the washroom door close behind Yoongi and drags himself in front of the mirror. He looks at the countertop. Those three pregnancy kits flash across his vision as if they are still there. Waiting for him to look at them. He just took a glance at them before turning away. Didn’t even let himself have that experience for more than a second. In fear that seeing them for too long will concrete the thought in him that he is actually pregnant.

He doesn’t want to think like that. He is telling himself that all of this is a nightmare and it’ll be over soon.

Jimin stands near the bin and with a shaky breath, he presses the pedal at the bottom of the bin. The lid jerks open. Jimin looks inside at the three kits. Idly sitting there with their wrappers and nothing else. With a shaky breath, he pulls one up.

Jimin’s breath catches. Those two lines are just as prominent as they were last night. The kit looks back at him, all innocent and harmless, while it turned Jimin’s entire world upside down in a few minutes. Jimin traces those two lines with his eyes and he can’t help the tears that blur his vision.

He feels too overwhelmed. The more he looks at the kit, the more breathless he gets. As if a boulder is slowly pressing him down to the ground. Not relenting until Jimin’s knees give out and he falls.

Jimin crumbles with the kit grasped in his hand. He closes his eyes to spare himself those red lines.

Only for his brain to show him the images of Yoongi talking to his stomach. Saying his farewell to an embryo that will not have the chance to grow enough to be their pup because he doesn’t want to raise a kid like that.

Jimin bites back a whimper and looks at the kit again.

“I’m sorry, too,” he whispers, “I’m sorry that you have to leave. I’m so sorry.”

Jimin can’t seem to drop the kit back in the bin. So, he comes out of the washroom with the kit clutched in his hand. He packs it up in a plastic bag and places it in his suitcase. He looks at it and thinks he will carry this reminder home. Keep it with himself until those lines fade. He knows it will fade in a month or so. He wonders how long it will be when he gets to do this again but in a happier situation. With a willing partner.

He wonders how long he will carry this embryo’s presence in his heart. Even after it gets washed out of him.

He wonders how long those red lines will haunt his dreams if he ever gets to sleep again.

He is kneeling by his suitcase and thinking all that when he hears the sizzles of oil against the frying pan. He looks at the kitchen with unfocused eyes.

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Yoongi is doing something behind the kitchen counter. Jimin walks out into the living room to look at the alpha in the open kitchen.

“What are you doing?”

Yoongi chops some vegetables, “I changed my mind about ordering in,” he gestures at the pan, “I’ll make you breakfast. Something you might be able to stomach better.”

Jimin gingerly walks up to the alpha. He looks at the iPad open on the counter. He reads the headline of the article the iPad shows.

‘First Trimester recipes for a healthy breakfast’

Jimin looks at it and back at Yoongi who is chopping a few chillies on the board now. Jimin looks at the eggs and the milk right beside it. The skillet is sizzling with butter melting quickly on it.

Yoongi puts the bell peppers and onion on it to stir. He puts it down in a bowl to season. Then he cracks a few eggs in another bowl and beats it with some salt.

Jimin stands there, “you really didn’t have to—”

Yoongi chuckles, “I like cooking. You know it.”

Jimin looks at the spread, “what should I do?”

Yoongi looks at him then and points at the stool, “sit for me.”

Jimin huffs in protest but goes to sit on the stool. He watches Yoongi make the omelettes for them. The alpha adds extra chilli for him. He goes over to put some slices of bread in the toaster.

“Toasts are good for the morning sickness according to Google,” Yoongi pulls out a plate to serve him, “let’s hope you can stomach these for a longer time.”

Jimin looks at the plate Yoongi prepares for him. Omelette, toasts and a glass of milk. Yoongi puts it down for Jimin and holds out the knife and fork.

Jimin sighs and picks them up, “if I feel like throwing up, I’ll just do it on you at this point. This is too much food.”

Yoongi chuckles and plates his own breakfast. He comes around the counter to sit beside Jimin with a shrug.

“Dig in.”

Jimin cuts a piece of the omelette and puts it in his mouth. He chews and lets out a sigh of relief when the spice bursts in his mouth. He groans in disbelief and picks up a toast, topped with avocado.

As he eats, almost scarfing down the food, Yoongi holds out the glass of milk. Jimin eyes it and looks back at the alpha. He takes a sip with a sigh.

“You’re a really great cook,” Jimin moans, “this omelette is so damn good. Also, the toasts. What did you add in it for it to taste so great?”

Yoongi huffs a smile, “some peppers and chilli flakes. Just as you were craving.”

Jimin looks at his plate then. He was craving. He looks at all the things the alpha did and sighs.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, “for doing all this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I had to,” Yoongi goes back to eating his breakfast, “as you said, this is all my fault.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything more. He eats in silence with the alpha who does the same.

When they are done, Jimin goes back to change his clothes and Yoongi cleans up the kitchen island before following him to the bedroom.

── .✦

Jimin is asked for a blood sample after the doctor goes through his medical history. Jimin sits with Yoongi as they wait for the test results to come.

The doctor checks Yoongi up too.

Then Jimin is taken for the ultrasound and Yoongi follows. Jimin lies on the bed as the doctor applies the cool gel to his stomach. He looks at the screen and the doctor starts to note a few things.

All Jimin sees is a black-and-white screen and the contraction of his muscles. Jimin swallows thin air.

“Where’s the embryo?”

The doctor looks at him and back at the screen, “that black dot,” he points, “that’s your baby.”

Jimin feels Yoongi leaning closer to take a proper look at the screen. He doesn’t look over his shoulder to confirm. Not when all he can focus on is the dot. He keeps his eyes glued on it.

The only time he will see this… whatever he wants to call it. He won’t see it grow. He won’t see it take shape. It’s unwanted and he is here to get rid of it.

Jimin blinks back the tears when they pool in his eyes. The guilt and sorrow swim in his chest the more he looks at the dot.

The doctor pulls away the wand and the screen goes blank. Jimin turns his eyes away from the screen. Screws his eyes closed with a shudder. Yoongi’s hand comes to hold his and Jimin clings to it.

They make their way back to the doctor’s chamber once everything is done.

“You’ve to sign a few papers and we can go through with the termination,” the doctor says once the reports are with him, “it’s only been five weeks,” he gestures at the scan, “we’ll treat it orally. There are two pills. You’ll take the first pill today and come back forty-eight hours later for the other one. That’s it.”

Jimin’s insides fill with dread.

It all starts to feel real now. The reality settles in with each passing second in the doctor’s chamber.

The doctor’s chamber…

He is really in a doctor’s chamber in a hospital. Getting his first-ever pup aborted. He is going to take a pill and it will slowly cut off the supply of pheromones and then the other pill will expel it altogether as the doctor explains to them.

“You might feel dizzy and there will be heavy bleeding after you take the first pill,” the doctor shifts the papers, “it will last a few hours until the pregnancy tissue is expelled. Don’t panic. Just rest and let the process continue on its own accord. If the bleeding is too much, just call me. We’ll look into it then. Nothing to worry about, okay?”

Yoongi shifts beside him. His pheromones thicken in the air.

Jimin sits there with his eyes stuck on the papers in front of the doctor. His eyes glued to the ultrasound. That dot looks back at him.

Jimin feels nauseous again. The bile pushes up his throat.

“Just be on bed rest until the process is over. Expect some cramps. I’ll write down a few painkillers…”

As the doctor rambles on and on, Jimin feels a hand over his clammy ones on his lap. The hand wraps around his. Both of their palms clammy and yet they cling to each other. Jimin looks at the hand and back at Yoongi who is looking at him. The alpha’s eyes reflect what Jimin is feeling.

Fear and sadness with a tint of helplessness.

Jimin’s eyes pool with tears again. His lips wobble.

Yoongi’s face contorts and he is wrapping his arm around Jimin’s shoulder. Pulling him close with a whisper of his name. Jimin bursts out crying, burying his face against Yoongi’s chest. Away from the doctor, away from that ultrasound, away from this place.

Just away, away, away…

“Doctor, we got the pill,” a nurse comes in after a knock, “as you asked.”

Jimin curls further in Yoongi’s arms as he hears it. He buries his face further in Yoongi’s chest. His breaths coming in and out of him in short succession. Yoongi rubs his hand down Jimin’s back. His eyes go from Jimin to the pills.

The doctor sits quietly. Giving them a moment. The nurse stands at the corner with a sympathetic crease between her brows.

Yoongi presses his lips against Jimin’s damp and warm forehead, “if you don’t want to, we can leave, angel.”

Jimin shakes his head. He wants to. If not now, then he has to go through surgery. But…

Jimin is paralyzed with agony. The thought of swallowing that pill is already making him feel too cold in his own skin while he sweats profusely. He feels dizzy and sick to his stomach.

Jimin sniffles, “I’m scared.”

The words are absorbed by the alpha who nods. Yoongi holds him closer. Kisses his temple.

“Me too. But I’m right here,” Yoongi whispers only for him to hear, his breaths ghosting over Jimin’s ear, “I’m right here, angel. You’re not alone in this. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

Then there is a pause. A pause that lasts for a minute or two.

Jimin feels the alpha’s arms tighten around him and the alpha’s pheromones seep out of him in quick bursts. Jimin inhales deeply to calm his racing heart.

“And, I can be here for it all,” Yoongi murmurs in a thin but firm voice, “if you choose that, I promise, I’ll be right here for it all. I’m not leaving you alone in this.”

Jimin goes lax.

The words don’t really register in his head. He pulls back to look at the alpha’s eyes. Yoongi’s eyes glimmer. Those sharp, feline-like eyes are wounded now. Vulnerable.

“Is that what you want?” Yoongi asks, “because, I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” Jimin murmurs…

Yoongi takes a glance at the doctor and back at Jimin, “can we talk in private?” he begs almost, “can we really talk, angel, let’s not do this today. Please. Can we talk this one through?”

Jimin looks at the pill and back at Yoongi’s pleading eyes.

He looks at the ultrasound.

With a deep breath, he looks at the doctor, “can we have another appointment?”

The doctor’s observant eyes twitch with understanding and he nods, “of course. You can come back tomorrow if you want.”

Jimin nods in silent gratitude and Yoongi lets out a breath he was holding.

Yoongi gets up first, collecting everything in his bag as quickly as he can. Jimin looks at the pills one last time before following Yoongi out of the chamber. Away from them.

Yoongi grasps Jimin’s hand in his as they get in the elevator.

── .✦

Jimin walks inside the suite and Yoongi follows. Jimin is about to take off his shoes when his wrist is grabbed and he is yanked back. The omega gasps in shock and finds himself falling into the alpha who pushes him up against the wall of the hallway.

The air gets knocked out of him and before Jimin can say anything, his wrists are grabbed by Yoongi and pressed against his back to pull him closer. Jimin’s mouth is claimed in a searing kiss. Jimin whines into it, twisting his wrists behind his back where the alpha holds him.

Yoongi crowds him against the wall again, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Jimin kisses him back just as desperately. Their eyes closed and mouths moving frantically against each other.

Yoongi pants into his mouth, his chest heaving, “angel…” he licks into Jimin’s mouth, “baby…”

Jimin wrenches his lips away and turns his head sideways when Yoongi follows blindly. The alpha’s mouth lands on his cheek, going down his jaw and throat.

Jimin bites back a whimper when Yoongi sucks a hickey on his throat, “we…ahhh, we need to talk.”

Yoongi nods, “we will, just…” he comes back up to take a hold of Jimin’s chin to make him look at the alpha, “let me just…” he kisses Jimin again.

The alpha’s pheromones are thick in the air, overriding Jimin’s own. As if the alpha can’t control them. As if the alpha’s primal side wants to mark Jimin up in his scent so no one even dares to question who he belongs to.

Jimin moans, “Yoongi.”

Jimin’s hands are freed and he places them on the alpha’s chest to gently push him away, “Yoongi,” he says firmly, “we need to talk.”

Yoongi hangs his head with a curse and nods, “right, yeah,” he inhales deeply and looks up at Jimin with golden eyes that are slowly going back to their normal brown, “yeah, sorry. Okay…let’s talk.”

Jimin follows the alpha to the living room and they sit face to face on the couch.

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“What did you mean when you said you’ll be there for whatever I choose?” Jimin asks after grabbing a cushion to hug.

Yoongi sits cross-legged on the couch, “I mean, I’ll try to be a better appa for the kid.”

“You mean…” Jimin pauses and then frowns, “you’re not expecting us to get married over this, are you?”

“No!” Yoongi holds up his hands with wide eyes, “hell, no. I know you want to marry for love and have a family like that, I know it all. I’m just saying…” he looks away, “I don’t know…”

Jimin sighs, “you don’t know but you stopped me back there—”

“You were about to have a panic attack,” Yoongi counters, “you weren’t ready, angel. Accept it. You don’t want to abort the pup.”

Jimin hates how easily Yoongi voices something he didn’t even let himself acknowledge. Something he buried so deep in him that none of those voices in his head picked up on it.

Now it’s out in the world and he can finally hear the voices stir. Pick up the words and conjure that thought in his mind.

He doesn’t want to get rid of the embryo. He doesn’t want to abort this pup.

“I’m terrified,” Jimin confesses with a whimper, “I never wanted to be a single father.”

“You won’t be a single father,” Yoongi quickly takes Jimin’s hands in his, “I’ll be with you for each step of this journey. I’ll lack, I need to tell you that, I’ll be bad at it,” he looks down at their joined hands, “there will be days when we have it rough because—”

“You’d want to flee,” Jimin murmurs.

Yoongi’s lips curl with a small smile, “some days you might feel like it too.”

“Except, you can run,” Jimin looks away, “I can’t.”

“I can’t run either,” Yoongi whispers, “I won’t run. If I get into this arrangement, I’ll stick to it. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I will. I just…”

Jimin waits.

Yoongi takes a moment to gather himself, “I just fear the pup deserved a better appa.”

Jimin scoffs with the familiar anger spiking in him, “well, you’d have thought that before fucking me without protection so many times!”

Yoongi bites onto his lower lip. Stares. Then he nods.

“That’s true,” he shakes his head, “sorry.”

Jimin gnaws his lower lip, “if we do this, if,” he points a finger at Yoongi when the alpha’s mouth parts, “we need some ground rules. How are we going to proceed? Our friends know we’re dating. So…”

Yoongi shrugs, “we can continue that.”

“No, I don’t want to lie to them anymore,” Jimin sighs, “if I do this, I’ll lose my mind every now and then, I need to have Tae and Jin hyung with me and I need them to know everything so we can bitch about you.”

Yoongi blinks, “well, fair,” he nods, “I also need Jungkook, Hoba and Namjoon to know so we can bitch about you too.”

He grins when Jimin throws the cushion at his face, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

Jimin reaches for another pillow and Yoongi grabs his wrists to stop him.

“I’m kidding,” Yoongi kisses Jimin’s wrist with a smile, “how can I ever bitch about you when you’re perfect?”

Jimin lets the words wash over him. He holds the alpha’s gaze and sees the honesty there. It’s too much. It makes him feel things he is not ready to feel. Probably never will be.

So, he changes the topic.

He sighs, “so, we’ll co-parent then?”

Yoongi thinks about it and hums, “if that’s what you want... I guess, yeah. We can co-parent.”

“What do you mean if that’s what I want?” Jimin squints.

Yoongi takes his time to think about it, “I mean, if that’s what you want, yes. I’m here for whatever you want.”

Jimin sighs, “I want to think this through. I think I’ll tell Tae and Jin hyung about this. I need to know their opinions.”

“You mean, you need them to curse me to the moon and back before they give their verdicts and you decide something?” Yoongi wonders.

Jimin snorts, “exactly that. I need to talk to them.”

Yoongi hums, “do that, then. Take your time. Talk. Then tell me what you want me to do, I’ll do it.”

Jimin holds his breath as Yoongi kisses the inside of his wrist again.

With a skip of his heart, he realizes the alpha is scenting him. Jimin swallows and closes his eyes.

── .✦

Taehyung takes his time digesting everything. Jin just looks at Jimin in utter shock. He just sits in silence while Taehyung rages.

“Are you sure you want this baby, Mimi?” Taehyung leans closer to the screen, “are you sure about it? If you are, I’ll be right by your side for each step and I’m sure Jin hyung would agree too if he can get his fucking voice back any time soon.”

Jin coughs, squints at Taehyung’s glare and looks at Jimin with a nod, “yes, Chim. We’ll be right here with you but are you sure about this? It’s going to be tough. Complicated.”

“Why weren’t you this concerned when Tae had a baby?” Jimin frowns.

Jin sighs, “because, in Taehyung’s case, Jungkook was madly in love with him.”

Taehyung’s cheeks redden with colour and he coughs, then recovers to speak again, “in your case, you’re bearing the child of a man like Min Yoongi. I’d either abort or make sure he’s nowhere in the picture. What you want, co-parenting, I don’t know, Mimi.”

“You lied to us about the fake dating,” Jin looks like he is trying not to sound disappointed but he fails at it, “but, how will you proceed? Will you continue being his fuck buddy? Is that going to stop? Are you going to move out now that the threat isn’t there according to him or…”

“Will you date if I set you up with someone,” Taehyung mushes, “are there any leftover feelings—”

“Guys,” Jimin holds up his hands, closing his eyes to breathe in, “you’re making me nauseous. I just said, if I keep the baby… will you support me or not?”

“Of course, we will!” Taehyung says with a frown, “but… Yoongi—”

“I want to focus on the baby if I keep it,” Jimin murmurs, “Yoongi can decide for himself. I’ll also not move out. He got me pregnant. He’ll take care of me.”

“You’ll make him do it forcefully?” Jin arches a brow in barely concealed amusement and worry.

Jimin glares, “not forcefully. He wants to take care of me. He said that himself. I’ll let him. Why should I suffer alone?”

“That’s the thing, Mimi,” Taehyung picks up Taegguk in his arms when the baby starts to cry, patting his back as he talks, “it’s not supposed to be a ‘suffering.’ This process is not supposed to feel like suffering. So… are you really sure you want your first baby to come like this?”

“Think about it,” Jin agrees with Taehyung, “and, only then decide. Whatever you decide, we’re with you.”

Taehyung nods, “same, we’re right here and we’re with you.”

Jimin gives them a weak smile, “I’ll think about it. Thank you, guys.”

He cuts the call.

── .✦

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Namjoon sounds sceptical, “listen, hyung, I know you. I know how much you abhor the idea of having a child. A family. You hate the mere thought of settling down. If this is your alpha instincts talking, then please think this through. You’re committing to something that will be your business for the next twenty years! Well, to be honest, for the rest of your life actually, but definitely for the next twenty years. Are you sure you’re ready for that commitment?”

“You’re asking him if he is ready for a commitment,” Jungkook snorts, “he keeps changing schedules every few weeks because he doesn’t want to get into a routine. He didn’t make Google Chrome his default browser because that would be a commitment. Are you seriously asking this guy if he’s ready for this commitment? Of course, he’s not.”

Hoseok looks a little confused, “all I want to know is, what changed, hyung?” he continues when everyone looks at him, “you wouldn’t even entertain the idea of settling down, forget thinking of raising a kid with someone. Now you’re not only thinking about it, you’re asking us what we feel…? What changed?”

Now three pairs of eyes turn to him. Yoongi looks at those three faces and he finally has to voice the answer even his own mind sought.

“I still won’t want to raise a kid or even entertain this idea if it was someone else,” Yoongi looks away from those curious eyes, “it’s him.”

“It changes something?” Namjoon prods, “that… it’s him?”

Yoongi breathes out a hopeless laugh, “that changes a lot of things,” he groans when his friends just blink like three owls, rubbing his hands down his face, “with him… I don’t know, I trust him to keep me in line. I trust him to know where he needs me. I trust him to be patient with me if things get a little messy, like, let’s be honest it’s our first time having a kid. We will mess up here and there but with him… I think I’ll be able to do this. With him…” a small smile twitches his lips that he doesn’t even notice but his friends do, they share a look, “with him, everything gets easier somehow. Even breathing feels easier with him. I trust him.”

“You trust him…” Jungkook repeats his words and then blinks, “you,” he points at Yoongi for emphasis, “trust an omega?”

Namjoon’s lips twitch. Hoseok bites back a very obvious smile. Jungkook sarcastically arches a brow.

“What have Park Jimin done to you, hyung?” Namjoon’s dimples pop on his cheeks, “where’s our Yoongi hyung? What have you done to him?”

“No, seriously,” Jungkook grins wide, “you’re talking about trusting an omega. When did we enter another universe?”

Hoseok chuckles, “are you ready for that conversation yet, hyung? Or, you need time?”

Yoongi rubs his forehead, “I don’t know what have I become, I don’t know what my feelings are for him, I don’t know why I’m acting this way, but I just know…” Yoongi licks his lower lip, “I’ve seen him cry because of me and I’ve seen him smile because of me. I like how his smile makes me feel and I’ll do anything to make sure he smiles. I don’t want him to hurt because of me ever again. I hated that feeling and I don’t want that for myself. Selfish, I know, but it is what it is.”

“In other words, hyung,” Jungkook’s lips twitch, “you’re falling for him.”

Yoongi’s entire world stops on its axis.

Jungkook probably gets it by the look on his face and he chuckles, “I’ll let you dwell on that. Just know that, whatever you decide, we’ll be here for it.”

He cuts the call. With a wave, Hoseok follows.

Namjoon stays. He watches Yoongi watch him.

Yoongi watches his best friend. The man who knows him the best in the group.

Namjoon’s lips curl, “don’t freak out. Sometimes it’s okay to feel. See you, hyung, and congratulations,” he gestures, “for the baby.”

“If he keeps it,” Yoongi murmurs.

Namjoon nods with a knowing smile, “if he keeps it.”

Yoongi cuts the call and puts the laptop away.

His eyes close on their own accord while Jungkook’s words ring in his ears.

“You’re falling for him.”

…

“You’re falling for him.”

…

“You’re falling for him.”

“…”

── .✦ ── .✦

Chapter Text

── .✦ ── .✦

Yoongi rests on his elbow on the bed, reading the book he once borrowed from Jimin about the omega rights. Jimin walks out of the washroom after a shower, dressed in his nightwear. He goes to sit in front of the dresser to do his skincare routine.

Yoongi looks at him from where he lies.

Jimin keeps looking over at him through the mirror, and Yoongi doesn’t shy away from those eyes.

They haven’t talked since they had their conversations with their friends. Both of them spent the day thinking about it on their own.

Jimin finishes applying the moisturiser on his arms before he gets up and comes to bed. He sits and looks at Yoongi.

“I’ve decided to keep the baby,” Jimin says with an impassive expression and steady voice, “I don’t think I can…” he swallows, “abort. I don’t think I want to.”

Yoongi nods mutely because not a single word comes to his mind.

Jimin sighs, “you can choose to stay in the baby’s life or not, but I’m not lying to our pup. When they grow up enough, I’ll tell them you’re their alpha father. I don’t care if you’re in the picture or not. They will know.”

Yoongi sits up properly, “I told you before, I’m telling you now. I want to be present. I don’t plan on leaving you on this hill.”

“Why not?” Jimin presses, “knowing you, that’s the most rational option for you.”

“You’re falling for him.”

Yoongi looks away from those curious eyes, “you’re right. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“I don’t want you to say anything. I want to say something more,” Jimin looks at his hands, “if we do this, we’ll continue living together until the baby comes. Everything will go on as it was before this pregnancy news.”

“What do you mean by that?” Yoongi tilts his head.

Jimin shrugs, looking at Yoongi, “I mean, we’ll carry on being whatever we were. I don’t want to change anything.”

Yoongi arches a brow, “so… sex is not off the table?”

Jimin stares. Yoongi stares back. Jimin sighs.

“That’s what you want to know first after everything I just said?”

Yoongi huffs out a small chuckle, “of course. I need to know the boundaries. What we’re doing. What’s not allowed. Everything.”

“Sex is on the table,” Jimin looks away, “I don’t want to be sexually frustrated while also being generally frustrated in every other way possible. Thank you very much.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “makes sense. Are we telling people about the pregnancy now?”

“Not now,” Jimin waves his hand quickly, “I want to have a few months for myself. Even after that, I don’t want to officially announce anything. We’ll let people figure out as months pass. I want this to be very personal, Yoon, this is…” Jimin’s hand trembles, he balls them in fists, “I’ve had dreams of my first pregnancy. I’d like to fulfil some of them.”

“What were those dreams?” Yoongi’s voice is tender when he asks, his eyes just as tender.

Jimin looks away from those eyes because they confuse him, “I dreamt of entirely removing myself from the public eyes. I wanted to enjoy this journey with my alpha beside me. I wanted all those prying eyes away from us and the baby. For as long as I can remember, I wanted the ‘normal,’ experience. If possible, I wanted to raise the kid far, far away from the hectic city life. I don’t know…” he hesitates before placing his hand on his stomach, for the first time acknowledging another presence inside him, “none of that matters now. I just want to keep this news all to myself, at least, for now.”

Yoongi thinks about it with furrowed brows and nods in agreement, “I’ll try my best to make the process easier for you.”

Jimin looks at him then. The two of them let out a deep breath.

“We’re to shoot tomorrow,” Yoongi looks at his iPad, “and, the day after tomorrow we’ll go back. Do you want to cancel tomorrow’s shoot—”

“No,” Jimin waves him off, “it’s okay. I want to finish this project.”

Yoongi reaches to take a hold of his hand, squeezing it, “I’ll come with you.”

Jimin lies down, “okay,” he pulls the blanket up till his shoulder and closes his eyes.

Yoongi lies behind him after turning off the lights. He drapes an arm over Jimin’s waist. Jimin sucks in a breath when the alpha’s palm rests on his stomach. Just like that.

Jimin forces himself to keep still. Eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t know how long he stays like that before sleep finally greets him.

He doesn’t feel the alpha’s hand caressing his flat stomach as Yoongi kisses his nape.

“Thank you,” Yoongi whispers against his nape, breath ruffling Jimin’s hair, “thank you, angel.”

── .✦

“Are you okay?” Taemin is on him as soon as Jimin walks out of the greenroom after his makeup, “you haven’t been here yesterday and your manager said you weren’t feeling well. What’s wrong?”

Jimin grimaces, “just the change of weather and food got me feeling weird,” he glances over Taemin’s shoulder at where the filming crew is setting up the cameras, “sorry. The shooting got delayed because of me.”

“Nonsense,” Taemin squeezes his bicep with a small smile, “I’m just glad you’re feeling well.”

The alpha really looks relieved. Those eyes twinkle with happiness. A smile stretches on his lips that is quite warm. Jimin can’t help but feel at ease around the alpha. He smiles back. It’s hard not to when Taemin looks that radiant just because he saw Jimin.

Jimin smiles down at his shoes, “hyung, you’re making it a big deal.”

“I’m really not,” Taemin steps closer, “you’ve no idea how worried I was yesterday. I thought of dropping by your suite, but no one would tell me which suite you’re staying in.”

Jimin winces, “I’m glad you didn’t,” he makes an apologetic face, “I was vomiting my ass off.”

Taemin chuckles, shaking his head, “I’d have sat with you and taken care of you. Were you alone?”

Jimin looks over Taemin’s shoulder at a certain alpha who is talking to the director. Yoongi is smiling at whatever the director is saying. His face is glowing with the rays of the sunlight. Hair ruffling as the cool breeze wafts past him. Those eyes are hidden behind a shade. Yoongi combs his hair back with a short laugh and shakes his head.

Jimin looks back at Taemin, “yeah,” he breathes in deeply, “I was alone.”

Taemin sighs, “next time, call me,” he boops Jimin’s nose, “we’re friends now. I’ll be right there if you need me.”

Jimin smiles, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

── .✦

Jimin laughs a lot around Taemin.

That’s the first thing Yoongi notices when he sees them together. The omega almost giggling himself breathless. Those cheeks turning bright red as he tries to catch his breath.

Even when they’re shooting, the two of them find a way to communicate with their eyes. Both of them suppressing their smiles with their lips tightly sealed.

Yoongi notices how they find each other every time the scene ends. He sees how touchy Taemin is. His hands always finding a way to end up on Jimin. Touching him for this reason or that.

Yoongi shifts on his chair beside the director. He sips his Americano and licks his lower lip.

Jimin is showing Taemin something on his phone. Their heads bent closer. Their sides pressed together. Taemin leans in to wrap his arm around Jimin’s shoulder to get closer than they already were…

That uneasy feeling stirs in Yoongi and he frowns.

‘You’re falling for him.’

Jungkook’s voice echoes in his head. Yoongi momentarily closes his eyes to wipe out that voice from his mind. When he opens his eyes, Taemin is whispering something in Jimin’s ears that has the omega grinning.

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

‘What can possibly be that funny?’

He impatiently checks his watch as the shooting proceeds. He feels on edge and he’d like to leave before he loses his cool for no good reason.

── .✦

By the time lunch rolls in, Jimin is exhausted.

He flops onto a chair with his name written on it and eyes the spread from a distance. He knows the moment he goes closer to those trays full of food, he will feel nauseous again.

He is debating what to eat when he hears a cough from his side. He looks over to see Yoongi holding out a box for him.

With confusion, he takes the box and opens it to fried brown rice with veggies and chopped chicken bits. There is another box inside that contains yogurt with some sliced berries.

Jimin looks up at the alpha, “you made these?”

Yoongi nods, “yeah. You won’t be able to stomach anything from here, I presumed. So…” he shrugs, “go on. Finish everything.”

Jimin picks up the spoon with a sigh, “you really didn’t have to.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything to that. He walks over to get his own food from all those trays.

Taemin comes to sit beside Jimin, “you brought lunch.”

Jimin nods, “I’m still recovering, so…”

Taemin eats his dumplings with a smile, “yeah. I get that. By the way, did you see…” he rambles about a movie he saw recently and how the plot was really nice.

Jimin chews his food. Savouring the flavours bursting in his mouth. He sucks onto the spoon, looking over where Yoongi is eating with a few other crew members.

Jimin pauses for a second to watch the alpha. Yoongi is chewing his food as he nods to whatever the man in front of him is saying. His jaw ticks because of the way he chews. Jimin’s eyes trail over the alpha’s messy hair and down to the exposed chest because Yoongi has unbuttoned his shirt to his midriff. Jimin’s eyes flicker to the people flocking to him. Some omegas are walking by too closely. Some are giggling as they watch Yoongi who is completely unaware of their presence, or maybe, Jimin thinks with a twist of his lips, pretending to be unaware.

‘It’s not even humid for him to unbutton his shirt that much!’ Jimin frowns to himself.

Yoongi looks over, as if feeling eyes on him, and Jimin quickly turns his eyes to Taemin.

── .✦

Yoongi realises quickly enough that he doesn’t like how it feels when he sees Jimin with Taemin. He doesn’t like how the alpha’s eyes glimmer whenever he manages to make Jimin smile. Yoongi kind of hates how Jimin is so enamoured with whatever Taemin says. His eyes moving with the alpha and his gestures.

Even as they get their makeups removed, they talk constantly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Taemin waves when the day is officially over.

“Send the pictures to me!” Jimin reminds him, “I’ll wait!”

Taemin laughs with a nod. Assuring Jimin that he will.

As the car’s door closes, Yoongi waits for Jimin to buckle the seatbelt before starting the car.

“So you two became quite friendly,” he quips.

Jimin hums, “we did! He’s so funny and quirky! And also, a great storyteller. He was telling me about this guy who’s staying next to his room in the hotel—”

Yoongi bites back his words. His hands tighten on the steering wheel. The more Jimin talks about Taemin, the more something unfurls in him. It spreads through his veins. Igniting a flame so intense, it has Yoongi recoiling. Yoongi has never felt like this before.

He is thankful when the car stops in front of their hotel. The two of them get inside the elevator and Jimin’s phone starts to buzz with incoming messages. The omega pulls out his phone and grins.

“It’s the pictures,” he says out loud.

Yoongi looks at the pictures of the two of them together. With weird and childish filters and odd expressions. Jimin laughs under his breath at a few of them. Types back a few words to send to Taemin.

Yoongi gets out of the elevator when it’s finally on their floor. Jimin follows him inside their suite and kicks the door closed behind them.

“Hyung was also saying—”

Yoongi whirls around and takes a hold of Jimin’s wrist to yank him closer. Jimin gasps because of the suddenness of it, his eyes widening. Yoongi cups the omega’s chin to capture those lips in an intense kiss.

Jimin’s phone drops from his hand, falls with a dull thud on the carpeted floor, as he grasps Yoongi’s shirt for dear life. Yoongi growls into the kiss, hands going around Jimin to pull him closer by his ass.

“What, Yoon…” Jimin finds himself on the couch, looking at the alpha who reaches for his jeans and yanks it off of him with ease.

Yoongi unbuckles his pant, “your hyung can wait,” he gets on the couch, between Jimin’s legs, “you’re with me now,” he pumps himself a few times, coming to hover over Jimin with a glare, “if you forgot that,” he rubs the tip of his cock against Jimin’s already moistening rim, “let your Yoon remind you.”

Jimin’s throat tightens as the cock sinks into him.

‘Let your Yoon…’

Jimin’s arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck to pull him closer.

.

.

Jimin is a blabbering mess. His mouth is slack, saliva dripping down his chin as his eyes roll back with the alpha’s each rough thrust. His rim is smeared with slick he is producing as the thick cock fucks into him mercilessly. Yoongi carried him to the bedroom after fucking him on the couch. Now he has Jimin folded in half at the edge of the bed. His legs thrown over the alpha’s shoulders while the alpha thrusts into him.

Jimin lets out a whimper when another orgasm washes over him, spilling his cum all over his own stomach and chest.

.

.

“Please, please, please,” Jimin throws his head back, Yoongi’s cock buried so deep in him, he can feel it rub against his womb, “Yoon—”

Yoongi’s grip on his waist tightens. The alpha is bouncing him up and down on his cock. Jimin’s hands resting on Yoongi’s shoulders for dear life. Tears are welling in his eyes. Yoongi mouths his chest, sucking bruises all over him as if the alpha is also in a trance.

Jimin flops against Yoongi’s chest when the third orgasm of the night washes over him. Making his entire body quiver and go lax.

Yoongi snaps up into him a few more times before Jimin feels the alpha’s knot forming in him.

Yoongi licks into his ear, “whose cock you’re milking, angel, hmm?”

When Jimin just buries against his neck, Yoongi slaps his ass, “answer me!”

“Yours!” Jimin grits his teeth, tightening around the girth in him, “I’m milking your cock!”

Yoongi growls, pulling him in a messy, open-mouthed, kiss, “remember that,” he licks into Jimin’s mouth, “this,” he rolls them over so Jimin is lying on his back, as Yoongi buries himself further into the omega’s warm and wet heat, “this is where you belong,” Yoongi grunts against Jimin’s lips, “on my cock. You get that?”

Jimin is too fucked out to answer. He closes his eyes as the exhaustion pulls him down.

.

.

When he wakes up again, he is thoroughly cleaned and dressed in one of the alpha’s t-shirts. He is on his side, resting on the alpha’s chest. Yoongi is fast asleep.

Jimin winces when he feels how sensitive his ass is. He squirms closer to Yoongi to bury his face against the alpha’s throat before succumbing to the slumber again.

── .✦

“Where are the others?” Jimin looks around once they board the private jet.

Yoongi takes his seat with a sigh, “it’s just us, angel.”

Jimin stares at him, “what did you do?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “I did nothing. They had another day’s worth of shooting left for Taemin, so they’ll return tomorrow.”

Jimin tilts his head, “and, it just came up?”

Yoongi eyes him, “what are you implying?”

Jimin takes his seat across from Yoongi, “you know what I’m implying. We both know what I’m implying! Hyung said his shooting wrapped up with me, and he also said we’ll play this card game he was teaching me on the flight. So, how come he suddenly has a day’s worth of shooting?”

Yoongi shrugs, taking a sip of the Americano, “no idea, angel. You’re just talking anything at this point.”

“Oh, really?” Jimin squirms on the seat to find a batter position, “you’re going to look me in the eyes and tell me you’ve no idea what’s been happening? You didn’t let me out of the bed since we returned yesterday!” he hisses, “the only time you let me be away from you to go to the washroom. I even ate while…” his cheeks redden and he grips the armrests, “while cockwarming you! Do you think I’m dumb?”

“What do you want me to do?” Yoongi arches a brow, “you want me to call Taemin up so he can come here running and we can board the plane with you cockwarming him instead?”

Jimin curses, “just admit that you didn’t want him here.”

“Fine!” Yoongi grits his teeth with a growl, “I didn’t want him here! I didn’t want him all over you! Happy?!”

Jimin leans back on his seat, “very much!” he crosses his one leg over the other, “I’ve no idea why you’re being such a prick about him—”

‘Because you look happier with him and I hate that.’

Yoongi doesn’t say it. He looks outside through the window. The thought roams in his head and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t wipe it away.

── .✦

“I’ve to tell my eomma about this,” Jimin says as soon as they get back to the penthouse, “I don’t want to hide it from her.”

Yoongi drops the bags at the corner of the closet and nods, “do you want me to join you when you call her?”

“I want to visit her,” Jimin says, looking at him when Yoongi looks over.

“She lives in Busan, no?” Yoongi tilts his head.

Jimin sits at the edge of the bed, “yes,” he unties the scarf and drops it on the mattress, “I was thinking I can drive down there—”

“I’m coming with you,” Yoongi holds up his hand when Jimin tries to protest, “I’ll sit in the car outside if you want to be alone with her. But I’m coming with you.”

Jimin looks like he is contemplating it. Yoongi arches a brow, waiting. The omega lets it go with a roll of his eyes at the end.

While Jimin goes to the washroom, Yoongi unbuttons his shirt with a yawn. He turns on the TV while shrugging out of his shirt.

“Well-known businessman Choi Byung-hun was found dead in his apartment this morning,” the clip of police vans and ambulance fills the screen while the voice speaks over it, “the police suspect an overdose of drugs. His medical report shows he was, in fact, addicted to—”

Yoongi hears the gasp behind him and looks over his shoulder at Jimin. Jimin, who clings to the door of the washroom. His robe tied loosely around him, and his wide eyes fixed on the screen as his lips tremble around silent words. Those wide, fearful eyes shift to Yoongi and Yoongi moves before Jimin can stumble.

He grabs the omega by the wrist and pulls him closer. Jimin flinches, leaning away from him as his eyes flicker to the screen and back to Yoongi.

“What…” Jimin’s throat bobs, “what did you…” he looks over at the screen and back at Yoongi again, “what did you do?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi says calmly, rubbing a circle on the inner-side of the omega’s wrist, “no one did anything. He died of an overdose.”

Jimin’s expression tells Yoongi he doesn’t believe him. He looks pale. His eyes blown wide and fearful. He looks frightened and not of what happened to Choi.

He looks terrified of Yoongi.

Yoongi’s jaw hardens, “angel…”

“You killed him…?” Jimin whispers under his breath.

Yoongi’s teeth grind against each other, “angel…”

Jimin’s hands come to rest on Yoongi’s chest, “you really…” he looks over at the screen again, “you—”

Yoongi reaches for the remote without looking away from Jimin. He turns off the TV and drops the remote uncaringly. His hands cup the omega’s hips, pulling him flush against himself. Jimin leans further back, away from him, to keep his eyes on Yoongi’s face.

“He hired someone to come after you,” a rumble tears through Yoongi’s chest under Jimin’s touch, “if I didn’t deal with him, he’d never let you live in peace.”

Jimin’s mouth falls open. His lips quiver around unsaid, silent words. Then he swallows and shakes his head.

“So you killed him?!” the omega says in disbelief.

Yoongi shrugs, unbothered, “it was either his life or yours. I chose which one matters to me.”

Jimin shoves him away, “you’re not… that’s not…” he looks at the turned off screen of the TV and back at Yoongi, “you can’t decide who gets to live and who doesn’t, Yoongi! That’s not okay!”

“I never said it’s okay,” Yoongi pushes his hands in his jeans’ pockets, “I just said, I have the power to choose who gets to live and I chose. It’s unfair but I don’t care.”

Jimin looks like he is still trying to wrap his head around it all, “what if they find out it’s you?!” his voice cracks, “what if you’re caught?! What if—”

“I am Min Yoongi,” Yoongi’s lips twitch, “the law and righteousness bends by the kerb of the Min household. It always has. One thing I like about my family,” he scoffs, “the power. Don’t worry about me, angel, I’ll be just fine.”

Jimin still looks unsure. His eyes keep going to the blank screen and back to Yoongi.

Yoongi sighs, “are you scared of me?”

“No, you idiot!” Jimin hisses, “I’m scared for you!”

Yoongi’s heart dips to his stomach and lurches back up to lodge itself in his throat. He watches the omega and tries to remember the last time anyone cared enough about him to look that disturbed on his behalf. An unfamiliar sort of creature takes flight in his guts. The wings flapping and leaving a tingling sensation all over his skin in the form of goosebumps.

Yoongi takes those few steps to go and stand in front of Jimin. He takes a hold of the omega’s elbow to bring him closer. To whisper against the omega’s mouth.

“Don’t be scared for me, angel,” his mouth capture’s the omega’s lower lip, sucking onto it, “I’ll be fine.”

Jimin’s hands rest on him, nails digging onto his chest, “how can you ask me to not be scared for you… it’s not just us anymore,” his eyes close when Yoongi licks onto his lower lip, “we’re having a baby,” he whispers against Yoongi’s lips, “can you not be so stupid and careless? You’re not on your own anymore!”

Yoongi groans, tongue pushing into Jimin’s mouth, “I’ll keep that in mind from here on,” he squeezes Jimin’s hips, “I promise.”

Jimin’s hands are tentative as they wrap around his neck, “good,” he moans into the kiss, “I just… he’s really dead…?”

“He is,” Yoongi pulls Jimin closer, closer until Jimin is almost standing on his feet, “he’ll never come back for you again. No one will ever,” Yoongi’s nails dig into Jimin’s hips, “come for you and get away with it! I won’t let that happen!”

Yoongi walks them backwards while Jimin clings to him. The alpha takes him back to the bed. Falls on it with the omega under him. He pulls back to look at Jimin. Jimin looks breathless. Those lips glistening with saliva.

Yoongi reaches between them. The robe fell open to expose the omega to his hungry eyes. He blindly takes a hold of the omega’s half-hard cock. Giving it a slow pump.

Jimin arches his back, “Yoon…”

“I thought you’d be terrified of me,” Yoongi spits in his hand and wraps it around the omega’s cock again, “call the police to turn me in.”

Jimin closes his eyes, hips fucking up into Yoongi’s hand. He grips the bedsheet for dear life while Yoongi jerks him off.

“As if the police aren’t bought by your fucking family,” Jimin murmurs with efforts, “oh, god!”

“That’s right, angel,” Yoongi smirks, “you should’ve married that Choi,” his smirk widens when Jimin opens his eyes to look at him, “instead, you came running to an even bigger villain.” Yoongi captures those plump lips for a heated kiss, “a villain who can wipe out anyone for even thinking about taking you away from him.”

Taemin’s face flashes across Yoongi’s mind and a low rumble tears out of him. Yoongi twists his wrist in a way that has Jimin’s hips bucking and the omega is cumming all over Yoongi’s hand.

Yoongi looks at the omega’s limp cock and back at his flushed face. He chuckles under his breath, licking his fingers to taste the omega’s release with Jimin’s eyes on him.

“You didn’t realize,” Yoongi moves to settle between Jimin’s legs, fisting out his hardening cock to lather it with Jimin’s cum, “you escaped Choi Byung-hun,” he rubs his middle finger over Jimin’s rim, smirks when he feels the rim dampening with the omega’s slick…

Jimin’s face is bright red. The flush spreading down till his heaving chest. Yoongi pulls the string that held the omega’s robe together. Letting the robe come undone and reveal Jimin entirely for him. His eyes roam over Jimin’s unblemished skin. His cock twitches in interest in his hold.

Jimin spreads his legs boldly. His eyes challenging Yoongi without needing a word. Yoongi crawls closer until his knees are bracketing Jimin’s ass.

Yoongi rubs the tip of his cock against Jimin’s rim, coming down on his elbow to hover closer to Jimin’s face. Their bodies flush against each other.

Jimin’s eyes gloss over when the tip of Yoongi’s cock breaches his rim, slowly entering him.

Yoongi mouths the words over Jimin’s parted lips, “you won’t escape Min Yoongi,” he snaps his hips, cock ramming into Jimin’s wet and tight hole as Yoongi bottoms out in one thrust, “not unless he wants you to.”

“Ahh!” Jimin throws his head back, throat bobbing.

Yoongi’s teeth sink onto Jimin’s jugular with possessiveness clouding his mind, “you’re not getting away from me unless I want it, angel,” he laces their fingers and plants their hands on both sides of Jimin’s head, starting to rock into him, “and, I don’t plan on letting you go.”

Jimin’s eyes roll back with pleasure. He moves on the mattress as the alpha fucks into him. Pushing him up with each thrust.

“My sweet angel,” Yoongi fucks his tongue into the omega’s parted mouth, “you ran from a goblin to land in the Devil’s den, baby,” Yoongi looks down at the omega with a smirk, rolling his hips to push his cock further into that wet and tight hole, “now he’ll melt your wings and keep you for himself. Aren’t you scared, angel?”

Jimin tightens around him. His inner-walls wrap around Yoongi’s shaft like a second skin. Jimin’s pelvic muscles contort, sucking Yoongi deeper in him.

Jimin looks at him with tears springing to his eyes, saliva coating his lips, “fuck me harder,” his legs wrap around Yoongi’s waist, “please, Yoon… ahhh! F-fuck me harder!”

Yoongi chuckles, leaning in to capture one of those perky nipples in his mouth to suck onto it. Jimin cries out, gasping for air and pushing down on Yoongi’s cock.

Yoongi’s teeth graze the nipple in his mouth, “my sweet angel,” his hold on Jimin’s hands tightens, fingers gripping onto those small palms, “you’ll never get away from me. This Devil will pump you full of his litters. Always keep you on your back for him and gouge the eyes out of anyone who dares to look your way.”

Jimin’s inner-muscles contort around him, tightening so impossibly that Yoongi groans in pleasure. He picks up speed. Fucking deeper and faster into the warm and wet heat of the omega’s hole. His mouth moves from Jimin’s one nipple to the other. Teeth sink onto one tip as his hand frees itself to squeeze the omega’s chest.

Sobs fall from Jimin’s mouth. He grips Yoongi’s hair with his free hand, fingers tightening with each thrust from the alpha.

“You’re mine,” Yoongi squeezes Jimin’s chest harder, growling against his nipple, “say it.”

Jimin’s chest rises and falls with quick breaths. His inner-thighs tremble with the way he clings to the alpha. Ankles locked over Yoongi’s hips, heels digging to pull the alpha deeper in him.

Yoongi pulls away from his chest to come and hover over his face, “say it,” he stops moving, much to the omega’s chagrin, “say, you’re mine.”

Jimin whines, rutting down on Yoongi’s cock with desperation. He glares up at Yoongi in defiance.

Yoongi chuckles, “fine, angel,” he pulls out of Jimin, squeezes the base of his throbbing cock, “if you don’t want my cock, I’ll find someone else—”

Jimin sits up and pushes Yoongi down on the mattress. Yoongi falls on his back with a surprised curse.

Jimin straddles him, reaches behind himself to take a hold of Yoongi’s cock and sinks onto it with his head thrown back.

Yoongi lies there and watches Jimin chase his pleasure. His hands come to rest on Yoongi’s chest for leverage as Jimin pulls up till only the tip of Yoongi’s cock is in him and then slams back down until his ass meets Yoongi’s thighs. Yoongi twitches in him, mesmerised eyes focused on Jimin’s glistening body. Jimin touches his own nipples, twisting them, pulling at them. His hips move in the shape of eight on Yoongi’s cock, burying it deeper in him.

Jimin looks down at him while he almost bounces on Yoongi’s cock, “I’m not yours, alpha,” his eyes gleam, he leans in to capture Yoongi’s mouth with his, “you’re mine,” he grunts, rim squelching with slick gushing out of him, smearing over Yoongi’s thighs where they are touching.

Jimin licks into Yoongi’s mouth, hand reaching behind him to gather his slick and then pulls away enough to feed Yoongi his small fingers. Yoongi sucks onto them while Jimin watches. The omega chuckles breathily against Yoongi’s mouth when Yoongi’s teeth playfully sink onto his fingertips.

“I got you to kill someone for me, alpha,” he sits up properly and rubs his hand down his front, slick and sweat mixing over that tanned skin for Yoongi to watch, “I got you to give me your pup,” he smirks at Yoongi’s mesmerized face, “I got you under me like this, entirely at my mercy,” Jimin’s eyes sparkle with lust and something fierce, “you may be the devil but this angel got you wrapped around his pinkie, alpha.”

Jimin pumps himself then, cumming all over Yoongi’s chest. A few droplets landing on Yoongi’s chin. Jimin shudders, rubbing his cock over Yoongi’s flushed skin until he has milked himself dry. Then he pulls off of Yoongi’s cock. He flops onto the mattress with a satisfied hum and looks at Yoongi’s cock that twitches around nothing now. It curves upwards, slapping against Yoongi’s abdomen. Yoongi groans, taking a hold of it to feel the omega’s slick dripping down its smooth skin.

Jimin chuckles lazily. Bends over on the bed with his ass high in the air. He reaches behind him to spread his cheeks. Blinks leisurely at Yoongi with an exaggerated pout while Yoongi’s eyes move from that pout to that puffy and glistening rim.

“Come on then, devil,” Jimin drawls, “give this angel something worth staying for. Otherwise, his wings will carry him to someone else. Someone better, maybe Taem—”

Yoongi is on his knees then, grabbing Jimin by his hips to ram into him. Jimin’s laugh breaks into a moan, eyes rolling back with pleasure shooting through him. He buries his face into the pillows with a satisfied purr.

Yoongi chases his own orgasm this time. Too riled up to care about anything else. He hammers into the omega, holding him by his hips so Jimin can’t move away. He fucks into Jimin until his knot forms at the base of his cock. Those retractable barbs sinking into the omega’s sensitive flesh.

Jimin arches with a whimper, “oh, god.”

Yoongi bends over Jimin to mouth at his shoulder and lick the sweat on Jimin’s skin with his tongue, “my angel.”

He ruts deeper into Jimin, “you’ll not go to anyone else. You’re mine! You hear that? You’re—”

Jimin’s cock twitches and a few dollops of cum dribble out of it. The omega hums in satisfaction. He turns his face to the side and moans when Yoongi captures his lips for a side-ways, open-mouthed kiss.

“You’re mine,” Jimin’s eyes flutter, “you’re all mine, alpha.”

── .✦

Jimin looks at where Yoongi is lying on top of him. The alpha carried him to the shower, helped clean him up and Jimin had soaped them up to wash off under the spray. The two of them made their way to bed after having something to eat. They are so jet-lagged that they found each other on the bed right after they finished eating.

Yoongi crawled over to lie on top of Jimin from the side. Cautious enough not to fully fall on top of him, but close enough that the alpha’s head rests on Jimin’s midriff and his hand rests on Jimin’s stomach. Holding him securely at the alpha’s side.

Jimin’s hand caresses the alpha’s freshly shampooed hair as he feels Yoongi trace lines over his abdomen.

“Is your mom going to be upset?” Yoongi murmurs while continuing to draw patterns on Jimin’s stomach, “about the pup?”

About the pup.

It all feels so surreal to Jimin that he didn’t even think about what others might think. Even his mother.

“She’d have preferred the pup coming from a wedlock, but, well…” Jimin shrugs, nails scratching the alpha’s scalp, “life is unpredictable.”

Yoongi hums. There is silence for a while. Yoongi’s hand keeps caressing Jimin’s stomach and Jimin is getting used to that warmth seeping into him. Making his guts flutter.

“You think you conceived on the day Taegguk was born?” Yoongi breaks the silence again.

Jimin groans, “why do you keep going back to that? Who cares when I conceived?”

“I do,” Yoongi looks up at him, “I feel like it was in the car.”

Jimin glares at him half-heartedly, “why does it matter?”

Yoongi shrugs, looking back down again, “just curious.”

Jimin snorts, “or maybe just smug,” he rolls his eyes when Yoongi squints up at him in confusion, “you just want to brag that you knocked me up at the first try!”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “maybe, I did,” he takes a hold of Jimin’s neck to pull him in for a kiss, “the way you were sucking me in that day, pretty sure...”

“Fuck off!” Jimin shoves him away and turns his back on Yoongi.

Yoongi laughs, coming to lie behind him, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s waist to pull him closer, “okay, okay, I’m sorry.”

Jimin sighs. He hesitates before turning to face the alpha. Their faces inches away from each other.

Yoongi has a tender smile directed at him and Jimin’s insides churn. He swallows.

“I didn’t baby-trap you,” he whispers, not matching Yoongi’s eyes, “when I said… I got you to give me your pup… I didn’t mean—”

“I know you didn’t,” Yoongi takes a hold of his chin to pull his face up so Jimin is looking at his calm face, “and, whatever we say during sex…” he trails off with a chuckle, “it’s just sex-talk. You don’t have to overthink that. We both say pretty fucked up things and that’s just sex-talk. I won’t hold it against you. I know how to differentiate dirty talk from real talk.”

Jimin sighs into the kiss Yoongi pulls him in, “good, I just had to clear it out.”

Yoongi hums, “how can you baby trap me when you thought I’ll just dump your ass and walk out of that responsibility?”

“Still,” Jimin insists, “there are a few things I want to tell you. Just to be honest,” he looks away from those curious eyes, “when I agreed to stay with you, I told myself I’ll be the type of person you think every omega is. Greedy, selfish, gold-digger. I promised myself that I’ll hit you where it hurts. I thought I’d drain your money, like I did,” he curls in on himself with a hint of guilt stirring in him, “I shopped mindlessly with your money. I posted things that clearly hinted at us being a thing. I told myself I’ll be selfish and only think about myself and my gain. I even agreed to be in your music video because I wanted to work under your name for the fame and have that hefty cheque. I thought I’ll be a bitch to you and walk out with my head held high after I hurt you.”

“Hurt me how?” Yoongi whispers in a barely audible voice.

Jimin snorts, “I didn’t figure that out yet. I thought, I’ll find a weakness of yours and exploit it.”

“Why are you telling me all this now?” Yoongi cups his face to make him look at the alpha again.

Jimin shrugs, “because, I failed. I got invested. I couldn’t be that omega. I couldn’t use you, fuck,” he lets out a huff, “I got pregnant. Every time you touched me, I told myself I’m doing this for the sake of that stupid promise to myself but it wasn’t that…” he looks up at the alpha through his lashes, “I really wanted you close. I wanted you every time you came to me. I was so hurt about that orgy thing, I wasn’t thinking… I don’t know. I had to clear it out. I had to let you know. If you feel differently about me now, after knowing all this, if you think I trapped you in this pregnancy, you can just tell me. I’ll leave. I swear—”

Yoongi kisses him to silence.

Jimin’s eyes close into the kiss. His hand grips Yoongi’s elbow. He kisses the alpha as urgently. Their tongues licking against each other. Both of them moaning into it.

Yoongi pulls back with a peck on his lips when it gets too much, “thanks for telling me,” he caresses Jimin’s cheekbone with his thumb, the corners of his lips twitched upwards, “I gave you multiple reasons to want to hurt me. I won’t even try to deny that. What you wanted to do was your way of coping with the hurt I caused. I don’t want to dwell on that. You wanted to be the person you are not and you failed to be that person because you’re obviously better than that. That’s all I need to know.”

Jimin’s chest tightens, “who are you?” he whispers, tears glistening in his eyes, “what have you done to the Min Yoongi I know?”

‘You’re falling for him.’

Yoongi’s chest feels heavy. He shrugs with a small smile and buries himself against Jimin.

“I’m learning to be a human, I guess,” Yoongi murmurs.

Worth enough to be your alpha.

Yoongi closes his eyes when he feels Jimin wrap him in a hug. He stays there. Forehead against Jimin’s throat. Jimin’s warmth surrounding him. Nose pressed against the omega’s skin that smells like blooming spring.

‘You’re falling for him.’

Yoongi’s hold on Jimin tightens.

Shit…

Maybe, he really is.

And maybe… maybe Jimin should be with someone like Taemin. Someone who won’t make him want to be the worst version of himself. Someone—

Yoongi closes his eyes, “please don’t fall for him. Please… angel, please…”

He holds Jimin tightly. Almost clings to the omega as if Jimin will leave otherwise.

‘You’re falling for him.’

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

── .✦ ── .✦

Chapter Text

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Jimin buttons his shirt with his eyes still stuck on his bare stomach. It’s something he developed recently. He finds himself looking at his flat stomach whenever he is in front of a mirror. He finds himself caressing the soft skin with both of his palms throughout the day. A small smile finds its way onto his face whenever he does that.

“Hey, munchkin,” Jimin pulls up his shorts and buttons it, “we’re going to meet your grandma today,” he reaches for the comb to brush his hair, “are you excited? Not going to lie, papa is a little jittery. He hopes she takes it well. She has been papa’s support system since childhood, but…”

His mother might have a problem because he is having a baby out of wedlock. Jimin tries not to dwell on it.

He shakes his head, “whatever happens, just know, she’s going to adore you. She’ll adore you more than she adores me. I swear.”

He rubs a hand over his stomach and puts the comb away. After applying a bit of gloss on his lips, Jimin picks up his sunglasses and leaves the washroom.

Yoongi is in the living room, sorting through something in his bag. He looks up when Jimin walks out of the bedroom and holds up a packet.

“Time to replace it,” Yoongi says, shrugging out of his shirt and turning his back to Jimin.

Jimin walks over to the alpha and takes the sachet from him, “you’re really sticking to this, huh?”

Yoongi hums, “smoking around you is harmful now, and when the baby comes, I don’t want them to inhale the smoke either, so,” he gestures at the packet of nicotine patches, “I have to stick to this. For our pup.”

Jimin’s heart skips a beat, and he rolls his eyes, “it makes you cranky because you get headaches.”

Yoongi bows his head, “the doctor said it’ll get better with days. Bear with me till then.”

Jimin takes off the old patch and rips open a new one. He applies it on the other side of the alpha’s back this time. He looks at the patch and back at Yoongi.

“Maybe, you should try to have some gums when you get the craving for a smoke?” Jimin’s thumb smoothens out the patch on Yoongi’s skin, “something to keep the craving at bay.”

Yoongi chuckles and picks up his shirt to wear it, “oh, I got a better solution to distract myself from the craving.”

“What is that?” Jimin tilts his head in confusion.

Yoongi turns to face him with mirth swimming in his eyes, he steps closer to pull Jimin to himself, “I eat you instead.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and he is struggling in Yoongi’s vice-like grip, “get off of me, you pervert!”

Yoongi smirks, capturing Jimin’s blabbering lips for a kiss, “but, you loved it this morning, kitten, cried in pleasure as I ate you out.”

Jimin moans into the kiss, “so, you were craving a cigarette and not me? Great! Get off of me.”

Yoongi cups his ass, firmly squeezing it, “you want me to show you how much I crave you, princess?”

Jimin arches against the alpha, “Yoon…” he shudders when Yoongi smacks his ass, “we’ll be late.”

Yoongi makes a face, “we can blame it on the traffic.”

.

.

“I told you we’ll be late!” Jimin eyes the traffic they are stuck in, “but, no! You never listen to me!” he winces when he moves, “next time you feel like pounding my ass, try a fleshlight! This fucking seat is so uncomfortable—”

Yoongi sighs and starts the car when the traffic starts to move. Jimin frowns when they stop in front of a mart.

“What are you doing?” he wonders.

“Sit here,” Yoongi unbuckles himself, “I’ll be right back.”

Jimin protests but Yoongi is already out of the car. Jimin sits there. Fuming almost. He doesn’t know how long he just sat there in silence, scrolling through TikTok, but then he hears the knock on his window. Yoongi opens the door and Jimin eyes the things the alpha bought.

“What is all this?” Jimin stares at the three paper bags, “what—”

“Move a little,” Yoongi pulls out a soft cushion, “yeah, just get off the seat for a second,” he puts it on the seat for Jimin to sit on.

Then he pulls out a few blankets and lays them all over the seat to make a nest out of them. Jimin climbs back in, sitting on the cushion with the blankets on the seat wrapping around him. He eyes the last paper bag and Yoongi’s lips twitch. He puts it on Jimin’s lap.

“If you want more, we can stop somewhere for more,” Yoongi pecks his lips and goes back to his seat.

Jimin peeks inside to see his favourite chips and drinks with a few packs of sour candies. Jimin pulls out a candy and puts it in his mouth with a relieved sigh. He leans back on his seat and eyes the alpha.

“Thank you,” Jimin murmurs when he feels much calmer.

Yoongi sneaks a glance at him. He doesn’t say anything but reaches to place a hand on Jimin’s thigh to give it a firm squeeze. Jimin looks outside through the window, cheek rubbing against the soft blanket over the back of his seat. A small smile crawls its way onto his lips. He closes his eyes with a contented sigh.

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.

The drive is a long one. Yoongi keeps glancing at Jimin’s way to make sure the omega looks comfortable. Jimin is fast asleep in his seat. Somehow managed to curl up with his legs against his chest and head on the window. Yoongi tries not to hit a bump on the road so Jimin doesn’t hit his head on the glass or wake up. He also makes sure to play a soft and gentle melody that makes the omega sleep nowadays. Jimin squirms on his seat, twisting to his other side so he is almost facing Yoongi now. Yoongi takes a look and his lips twitch. He reaches to tuck an unruly strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear before pulling away.

He stops the car after a few miles to buy two packaged ice cups. Jimin is still asleep while Yoongi puts the ice in the omega’s stainless tumbler and pours the pasteurised orange juice in it. He stirs it before reaching out to wake Jimin up.

“Hey, angel,” Yoongi swipes his thumb over Jimin’s parted lips, “get up. It’s been so long since you had a drink. Come on.”

Jimin licks his dry lower lip in his sleep. Licking over Yoongi’s thumb in the process. Yoongi grips the tumbler a little tighter. His cock twitches where it’s confined in his jeans. He presses his thumb in Jimin’s mouth, parting them slowly to reveal that wet tongue.

Yoongi can’t help but think about how that tongue was licking around him last night. Those lips were stretched around Yoongi’s cock, eagerly sucking onto Yoongi while slick dripped out of the omega to soak on the carpet of the living room.

“Angel,” Yoongi’s voice comes out gruff as he tries to bury that memory, “come on.”

Jimin blinks back his sleep. His eyes move aimlessly until they focus on Yoongi and then on the tumbler.

“Huh?” Jimin straightens, “what…” he looks outside, “did we reach?”

“Almost there, baby,” Yoongi holds up the tumbler, “you need to drink something. It has been long enough.”

Jimin takes the tumbler with a nod, “I should’ve added more ice to the water, it’s just warm and I don’t—” he takes a sip and blinks at Yoongi.

Yoongi smiles, “like it?”

Jimin sucks harder on the straw, “orange juice?” he pulls back, licking his lips, “where did you get it? It’s chilled too!”

Yoongi starts the car with a smug and satisfied smile, “yeah, now keep drinking.”

Jimin hums with a smile, sucking onto the straw, “it’s so good. Thank you.”

He looks at the alpha. A gentle flutter runs through his chest. Jimin hugs the tumbler to his chest. His eyes stay glued on Yoongi as he sips the juice. Yoongi steals a glance at him when Jimin stares for too long.

Jimin looks away. A small smile refusing to leave his face.

── .✦

Yoongi kills the engine and looks at the house on the side.

The house is well taken care of. The boundary wall is covered in ivy and nameless flowers spread across the length with a wooden door in the middle. Beyond it, Yoongi can see a bit of greenery and then the terrace of the two-story house. It’s an old but well-maintained construction. Beyond the house, Yoongi can hear the ocean.

By a quick glance at it, Yoongi can say it’s someone’s home. Not just a house. He can imagine a tender childhood and happy teenage years someone would spend in such a place. He looks at Jimin, and it all makes sense. Jimin belongs in such houses that feel like home.

Yoongi thinks about his family's mansion. Its brooding, domineering structure so modern and perfect. Sturdy walls keeping away prying eyes and fresh breeze that might nourish a healthy family inside. All those cold walls painted perfectly and covered with prized art pieces hanging on them, with not a particle of dust in sight. Everything so perfect, the kid in that mansion never got to hang his drawings on the fridge like some of his friends would get to. So perfect that their family picture was shot in a studio with proper instructions and not on a vacation or during a candid moment—

“Hey,” Jimin’s voice drags him out of his thoughts and Yoongi blinks, “you got lost there.”

“Sorry,” Yoongi clears his throat, “I’ll wait here. You go ahead—”

“You’re coming with me,” Jimin glares.

“What?” Yoongi winces, looks at the house and back at Jimin, “do I have to? We never met and this is kind of awkward as a first meeting!”

“I didn’t get pregnant riding a fucking cucumber!” Jimin hisses, “you got me pregnant! If you can do that, you can do this, too! Come with me!”

Yoongi fumbles for a reason as to why he shouldn’t go but another glare from Jimin and he is getting out of the car to follow the omega inside. Jimin rings the doorbell, and a servant opens the gate for them.

Jimin smiles and asks him how he is doing. Yoongi tries to think if he ever asked the servants about their well-being. Never. He was once caught playing with a servant’s kid, and his appa had slapped that servant for leaving his kid with Yoongi. His appa had stomped on the train that the two of them were playing with. Just to teach Yoongi that whatever a servant touches loses its value.

Yoongi was smart enough not to voice the question that stirred in his mind, how come appa lets the maids touch him then? He had learnt not to speak over his father when he’d be so angry.

“After I got my first paycheque, I got a few helps around the house,” Jimin says, dragging Yoongi out of his thoughts again, “eomma gets tired working alone and she has done so much her entire life. I want her to have a peaceful retirement.”

Yoongi nods with a strained smile while he follows Jimin inside.

He stops when Jimin’s mother comes running to greet Jimin and wraps the omega in a bone-crushing hug. Her face bright with a smile and her eyes screwed shut with moisture clinging to her lashes.

She is beautiful.

Yoongi thinks she looks a lot like her son.

She pulls away to cup Jimin’s face, “it has been so long since you last visited, bub!” her eyes are restlessly roaming over Jimin’s face, “you’ve sunken. Why are there dark circles around your eyes, aren’t you sleeping—”

“Eomma,” Jimin winces, pacing her with his hands holding her shoulders, “eomma, I’m fine. Really. I just…” he looks over his shoulder at Yoongi and back at her, “can we go inside if you’re done fretting over me?”

His mother follows his eyes to look at Yoongi and as soon as she spots him, she freezes. Her eyes widen in shock and she is gaping at Jimin.

“So the gossip is true?” Her whisper is loud enough for Yoongi to hear it, and he sees the way Jimin’s cheeks bloom like the pink cherry blossoms.

“Eomma!” Jimin hisses, “let’s go inside!”

Yoongi’s eyes follow Jimin with a twitch of his lips. He looks over to Jimin’s mother to see the woman is looking at him. Yoongi winces inwardly and offers her a strained smile. She returns an equally strained smile.

Yeah, this is going to be awkward.

── .✦

She doesn’t speak for a remarkable number of minutes when Jimin tells her he is pregnant. With each passing minute, Jimin’s face loses another layer of colour.

“You’re pregnant…” she finally speaks, only to repeat Jimin’s words, “with his child,” she glances at Yoongi and back at Jimin, “and, you’re not going to marry each other?”

“That’s right,” Jimin clasps his hands on his lap.

His mother’s mouth opens and Yoongi expects a blow. A backhanded jab. His entire body tightens in anticipation. The familiar fight or flight response has him clenching his jaw.

“Are you happy with the pregnancy?” she asks instead, “do you really want to go through with this?”

“I do,” Jimin’s expression gives away how earnest he is, “I know this is not how I imagined it all to unfold but… I’m happy, eomma. I’m going to be a father.”

His eomma’s eyes pool with tears and she is nodding, “you are, my baby,” she takes Jimin’s hands in hers, looks at Jimin with pure adoration, “you’re going to be an amazing father! Whatever you need help with, your eomma is here.”

Yoongi shifts where he sits when she looks over at him.

“You two will co-parent?” she wonders.

Jimin nods, “yes,” he glances at Yoongi and back at his mother, “we’ve decided to co-parent the pup.”

Her eyes are curious when she looks at the two of them, “and, if you find someone to settle with, this arrangement… won’t come in the middle?”

Yoongi’s hands tighten around each other. He grips his fingers on his lap and tries not to think about a certain alpha Jimin has gotten really close to in the past few weeks.

Jimin shakes his head, “no. It won’t. We’re not together. We’re just having a baby together.”

“It’s not something I’d have wished for you, baby,” his mother cups his face, “but, you seem happy about the pregnancy and I’m just happy that you’re happy. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Jimin’s eyes pool with tears, “I’m really happy.”

“Why did you bring him with you if you two are…” she gestures, “not a thing and you know… just co-parenting. You could’ve told me this yourself.”

Jimin ducks his head, “I was scared and him being here…” he shrugs, “I thought I’d need a support if you were hurt or didn’t accept me or the baby—”

“Oh, bub!” his mother pulls him in a tight embrace that has Jimin melting against her, “you’ll never be unloved by me, you silly kid. You’re my son,” she pulls back to cup Jimin’s face with both hands this time, trying to match his downcast eyes, “you’ll always be my son. You’ll always be accepted in this house and in my arms.”

Yoongi shifts where he sits.

A voice in his head wonders how many times his parents hugged him in his life. He can count on one hand without running out of fingers.

He thinks about all the times his papa blamed him for any minor inconveniences. The number of times his appa made him feel guilty when things went wrong in his life to a point where Yoongi stopped going to them when he messed up. How he freaked out alone and figured out a way all by himself because he knew that’d be a better plan. Always.

He swallows the sour taste down his throat and the fear that rises to his head. That voice intruding his thoughts and asking him whether his pup would feel just the same around him as he felt around his parents. If their pup will prefer to stay away from him like—

“You’re Min Yoongi, right?”

The question makes Yoongi look at her, and he nods mutely. She was probably expecting a bow, but Yoongi is too stiff and disoriented to read that on her expression.

She nods, “you really want this kid, too?”

He nods again and clears his throat when she arches a brow, “yes, I do. I want to be there for both of them. For as long as they need me.”

Her eyes sharpen, “so, you’re here because you think they ‘need’ you. Not because you ‘want’ to…?”

Yoongi freezes. Jimin is also looking at him.

Yoongi looks at Jimin and sees the apprehension there. Those eyes are vulnerable and cautious. As if Jimin really wants his mother to like Yoongi for some godforsaken reason that Yoongi can’t fathom. He can’t care less if Jimin’s mother likes him or not, he doesn’t like himself, how can he wish for her to like him? But, Jimin looks like he is on the verge of a meltdown and Yoongi’s instincts get the best of him. He reaches out to take a hold of Jimin’s hand in his. Squeezing the hand and ignoring how clammy it is.

He looks at Jimin’s mother who looks at their joined hands and back at him.

“He doesn’t ‘need’ me in that sense, Mrs. Park,” Yoongi looks at Jimin, “I once had that illusion that he’s the one who needs me, but in reality, he doesn’t. He’s capable of taking care of himself and the child. So, no. I’m not here to be his saviour. If anything, I got him here. I got him pregnant. I threw him into this mess. I’m barely saving him. I’m just saying, if he ever needs a shoulder to lean on,” Yoongi watches Jimin’s eyes slowly get the warmth back, someone unfasten a cage that held Yoongi’s heart hostage and his chest feels much lighter as he watches how Jimin’s face slowly starts to regain its colour, “if the two of them need a companion who’d be there to share the weight of everything, then, I’ll be there. Not because they need me. They can do just fine, actually better,” he snorts, “without me, but I’ll still be around and try to ease his life as much as I can. Because I want to.”

He looks at their joined hands then, “and, yes. I want this. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. If I didn’t, you can trust your son, he’d let me go. So…” Yoongi shrugs.

He looks at Mrs. Park and thinks he will accept the fact that she won’t like him. She has no reason to like him. From her point of view, he is the alpha who got her son pregnant and didn’t marry him. She has every right to dislike him and Yoongi thinks that’s okay. He doesn’t mind.

All he wants is for her to accept her son and the pup. By the look of it, that’s something she will do.

Yoongi is grateful. Because… his own parents might never accept the pup. Well, his appa won’t.

His papa doesn’t even remember that he himself has a son. A grandchild will never be part of his world.

“Eomma,” Jimin speaks, begs almost, “can we please drop this? I don’t…” he looks down, “I don’t want to discuss us with you,” he licks his lip nervously, “please.”

She takes a long look at the two of them and then looks down at where their hands are still joined. She sighs with a shake of her head.

“Of course, bub,” she leans in to kiss Jimin’s forehead, “whatever you want. How about you go upstairs to your room and rest a little? I’ll bring you some snacks. It must have been a long ride.”

“It was,” Jimin huffs out a small smile, “thank you, eomma.”

He gets up and pulls Yoongi up with him too.

“Let me show you my childhood bedroom,” Jimin grins and pulls Yoongi towards the staircase with their hands still joined.

His mother watches them go until they turn and disappear around the corner of the stairs.

── .✦

“This is my childhood bedroom,” Jimin walks inside the room and looks around with a nostalgic smile, “eomma kept it as it was.”

Yoongi walks inside and looks around. The walls are a pastel shade of sky blue. The omega’s favourite colour. There are drawings taped on the walls. Some are so well drawn that Yoongi has to take a long look at them. There are crayon marks on the walls too. Old and faded. Yet, they are there. Jimin makes an awkward face when Yoongi traces those lines.

“Childhood stuffs,” he murmurs, “my parents didn’t want to paint over it.”

Yoongi’s fingertips brush over the uneven wall, tracing the lines. His mind takes him back to a rainy day.

He couldn’t go to school and there was no one in the house he could play with. He had sat with his crayons and drawn a few circles on the wall of his bedroom. He had heard papa walk in, and he pointed at the circles with a hopeful, wide smile.

His papa was disoriented. His legs were trembling. He had dragged himself closer to the wall and squinted at the poorly drawn circles. Then he had looked at Yoongi with lost eyes and a frown.

‘The galaxy, papa…’ Yoongi had said, his smile dimming the more papa looked at him, ‘see the sun—’

Papa’s lips twisted with distaste then. Finally, those eyes sharpened on him and then on the drawing on the wall.

The crayon was snatched from his hand and snapped in front of his eyes. Then there was a hand slapping him across the face. Words were hissed about how dumb he was at the age of six and how poorly he drew or did anything. How his papa was ashamed of him. How he had no reason to smile that proudly because he was just a waste of space. How he’ll never be worth anything, but he will do really well because he has generational wealth.

His papa was dragged away from him by his caretakers as he kept screaming how worthless Yoongi was going to be and how he would end up being nothing as he grew up.

That night, his appa bought him new crayons. His papa had followed appa inside Yoongi’s room to apologise.

Yoongi hadn’t said anything. He had hugged the pillow to his chest and saw the deep shade of purple on his papa’s cheek in the shape of a palm. The busted lip and dried blood under his nose.

His appa had smiled down at him when papa kept repeating the same apology over and over again. Yoongi noticed how papa winced because of the grip appa had on his arm, but his appa paid no mind to it and dragged him out of there.

As his papa turned to leave, Yoongi saw the small circles on his papa’s neck. Quite a few of them. Yoongi had wondered where those burnt marks came from.

His eyes flickered to his appa as the alpha pulled out a cigarette as he closed the door of Yoongi’s bedroom.

He heard the cries coming from his papa’s room throughout the night as he tried to sleep. His appa’s grunts and papa’s pleading filled his room.

When it all got too much, Yoongi left his bed. He ran to the bathroom to close the door and lie down in the empty bathtub. A quiet place he preferred when nights like these occurred.

The next morning Yoongi had dumped the crayons in the bin on his way to school.

He had never drawn again.

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Yoongi looks at Jimin and imagines the omega growing up a few years after him and in an entirely different household. Where his shenanigans were treasured and loved. Where he was showered with adoration and gentle reminders that he is precious to his parents.

Yoongi’s entire body seizes when he thinks of Jimin in his place. Growing up with parents like Yoongi’s around him.

Something violently tears through him and he is pulling his hand away from the crayon marks on the wall as if electrocuted. He takes a step back and looks at Jimin who is looking around his old room with a fond smile.

He had a happy and prosperous childhood. Something he’ll be able to pass on to his kid.

Yoongi didn’t. Yoongi is an apple of a rotten tree. Even if Yoongi doesn’t want to, he will pass his trauma onto that child.

Something rots further in him. He looks at Jimin’s stomach and his hands ball in fists.

He will do better, he tells himself, he will break this generational cycle. He looks at Jimin and his chest tightens. He can do it.

He looks at the sketches on the wall, looks around at the posters Jimin hung up on the walls. Something he was never allowed to do. There were only ‘world-famous’ art pieces in his room. He held no emotional connections with them. They were just there to show off their wealth and not to hold memories.

In that mansion, no one made memories. They birthed nightmares. And you don’t reminisce about nightmares or capture them in photographs to look back at. You bury them in the deepest corners of your mind and try to outrun the nightmares for the rest of your life.

Maybe… Yoongi looks at Jimin… maybe he can outrun them. For the first time in his life, Yoongi thinks he will try his best to outrun them.

Yoongi walks up to Jimin to wrap his arms around the omega. He rests his chin on Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin was looking in a box on his study table. He looks at Yoongi now.

“What?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi shrugs.

‘I think you’re the warmth I sought in unfamiliar places and unknown people... you’re the guardian angel I was bound to find so I can finally leave the past behind.’

Yoongi shrugs, “just, you were not paying me attention, hi.”

Jimin’s lips twitch but he rolls his eyes with exasperation, “you’re about to have a kid, appa,” his voice dips, “stop being a child yourself.”

Appa…

He will be someone’s appa.

Yoongi steps closer to Jimin. Flush against Jimin’s back. His lips touch Jimin’s cheek, and he lets out a deep breath.

“Munchkin will get it,” Yoongi murmurs, peering at the box in Jimin’s hold, “we’ll fight for your attention once they’re here. You’ll be so done with both of us.”

In his curiosity to look at the box, Yoongi misses how Jimin’s smile dims. How the omega’s eyes gloss over a little and how he turns to look down at the box with a wavering exhale too.

“What’s in the box?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin smiles, “pictures from my childhood.”

Yoongi squeezes his hips, “show me.”

Jimin pulls the albums out, “don’t you dare make fun of how I looked back then.”

Yoongi kisses his nape, “I wouldn’t dare.”

── .✦

Julia stops at the threshold of Jimin’s room when her attention is drawn by the couple near Jimin’s desk.

Jimin is sitting sideways on Yoongi’s lap and showing him pictures from the box on his desk. Yoongi has his arm protectively wrapped around Jimin’s waist and the other one tracing the pictures. He has a small smile on his lips as he looks at the photos. He is asking Jimin questions and when Jimin answers, Yoongi looks genuinely interested in listening.

Jimin stops to take a breath, and Yoongi cups his face for a kiss. Jimin’s eyes flutter closed. His hand comes up to clutch onto the alpha’s shirt. Yoongi caresses the side of Jimin’s waist, tender eyes glued on Jimin as they pull back from the kiss.

He rubs his nose against Jimin’s and that has the omega biting back a small smile.

Julia coughs, making them jump and look over at the door. Jimin hurries to stand up and Yoongi sighs, following suit.

Julia places the tray on the table, “you’re staying the night, right?”

“No,” Jimin hesitates, “we’ve to go back. I have a shooting tomorrow evening and—”

“You can leave tomorrow morning,” Julia looks at Jimin and back at Yoongi, “is that a problem?”

Jimin shakes his head again, “no, eomma. Really, we’ll just leave—”

“You can stay the night,” Yoongi pipes in, gives an assuring nod of his head, “I’ll find a hotel to stay at and tomorrow morning I can pick you up.”

Jimin shifts on his feet, “no, you can go back,” he smiles at Julia, “I’ll handle it.”

“It’s fine,” Yoongi shrugs, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

Jimin frowns, “I told you I can handle it.”

Yoongi’s tongue rolls in his mouth, “and, I also told you I’ll pick you up.”

“You think I can’t drive back on my own?!” Jimin crosses his arms over his chest with a defiant tilt of his head.

Yoongi sighs, “I never said that. I just think driving alone for four damn hours will be tiresome for you now—”

“Because you think I can’t!” Jimin’s brow creases.

Julia observes how Yoongi takes a moment. His expression stays impassive as he gathers himself before talking again, so his tone stays unwavering.

“You get nauseous whenever we’re in the car for barely thirty minutes. You’re so tired nowadays that you prefer to sleep through the journey. Your headaches make you dizzy occasionally. You’re still not sleeping for as many hours as the doctors would prefer you to. You have morning sickness that lasts till the evening some days. I don’t feel comfortable with the thought of you driving for four hours. I’ll come tomorrow to pick you up. Why are you making it so hard on yourself?”

Jimin throws his hands up, “because I want to! I’m not dependent on you, I can—”

“Who said you are?” Yoongi sighs, reaching for Jimin and then stopping when he looks at Julia, as if he forgot she was there, “I mean…”

“Bub,” Julia rubs a soothing hand over Jimin’s arm, “how about you let him drive you back? Why can’t he?”

Jimin looks away, “I don’t want to be an inconvenience. We can go back tonight itself. He doesn’t have to stay here for me. He has work too.”

“I don’t have to stay,” Yoongi nods, “but I want to. I won’t be able to rest with the thought of you driving all these hours on your own. I really want to do this.”

“But, there’s no hotels in this neighbourhood,” Jimin sucks onto his bottom lip, “and—”

“He can stay in the guest room,” Julia nods when Jimin looks at her, “I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin looks awkward.

“Pretty much,” Julia gestures at the tray, “now have some snacks. I’ll leave you two to it.”

She walks out of the room. As she is closing the door, she can’t help but watch how Yoongi steps closer to pull Jimin to himself. Murmuring something against the omega’s lips that makes Jimin lightly thump a fist on the alpha’s chest. Yoongi’s lips twitch, those eyes flickering to Jimin’s lips.

Julia closes the door behind her while Yoongi captures Jimin’s lips.

── .✦

That evening Yoongi is led out of the house by an excited Jimin and they walk around the neighbourhood. Jimin shows him around the town. They pass Jimin’s kindergarten, the high school the omega went to, Jimin points at the dance teacher’s house who nourished his interest in dancing. The omega talks about how much he loved dancing and how he would’ve been a dancer if modelling didn’t work out.

Yoongi buys them ice-cream. Walking side by side as they finish it.

Jimin’s steps slow a little when they’re passing an alpha. The alpha stops too. Yoongi stops with the ice-cream cone to his mouth. Lips cold against the sweetness.

“Jimin?” the man’s expression goes from confusion to disbelief to delight.

“Baekhyun!” Jimin gasps, “oh, my god, hi!”

Baekhyun steps closer with open arms and Jimin throws himself into those arms for the alpha to scoop him closer. Yoongi straightens. The ice-cream forgotten in his hold.

“It’s been so long!” Baekhyun laughs in disbelief, “oh, my god, you’re back in town?”

“Just for the night,” Jimin pulls back with a grin, “it really has been so long. How have you been?”

“Same old,” Baekhyun gestures at himself, “got myself a job in Germany. I also came here for my vacation. I didn’t think I’d get to meet you, oh god.”

“That’s great,” Jimin’s eyes wander over the alpha, “I’m so glad we met. It has been literally ages.”

“Since I left for college, yeah,” Baekhyun’s eyes glimmer with warmth, “how have you been?” he finally looks at Yoongi and back at Jimin again, “in town for something special?”

Jimin waves his hand, “no, no,” he shrugs, “just… to see eomma.”

“I wanted to visit her,” Baekhyun sighs, “is she doing fine?”

Jimin talks to the alpha for a few minutes. Catching up with each other. Then Baekhyun looks at Yoongi and back at Jimin. The curiosity is clear in his expression.

Jimin shifts on his feet, “uhm, this is Min Yoongi,” he hesitates, “my f-friend.”

Yoongi arches a brow while Baekhyun nods with a friendly smile.

“Ahhh,” Baekhyun holds out his hand that Yoongi takes for a handshake, “nice to meet you.”

Yoongi gives a curt nod with a small smile.

Baekhyun looks between them and finally settles back on Jimin, “it was so nice seeing you, Jiminie,” he squeezes Jimin’s bicep, “maybe we can catch up sometime? Here,” he pulls out his wallet for a card, “my number. Just give me a call whenever.”

“I surely will,” Jimin pockets the card with a grin.

They hug again before Baekhyun walks past them down the road with a wave of his hand. Yoongi looks at him go and then back at Jimin.

“Old friend?”

Jimin watches Baekhyun go for a second before turning away to walk forward while Yoongi follows, “he was a school friend,” his lips twitch with a smile, “and my first boyfriend.”

Yoongi’s ice-cream is almost melting all over his hand now. He looks over his shoulder at Baekhyun’s retreating figure again and back at Jimin.

“Your first boyfriend…?”

Jimin nods, “we were friends. We liked each other. At a summer camp, he asked me out. We shared our first kiss and then started seeing each other, you know,” he shrugs, “high school romance and all.”

Yoongi nods, “why didn’t it work out?”

Jimin purses his lips, “we were good with each other, but then… it slowly died, the feelings, I’d say?” he glances at Yoongi, “the spark was lost and then I was leaving for Seoul, he was leaving for higher study. We ended things on good terms. We both knew it wasn’t meant to be. We both promised to stay in touch but with time, that promise was forgotten too. It was nice seeing him. It has been so long.”

Yoongi nods to himself. He looks at Jimin and back over his shoulder. Baekhyun is just a silhouette at this point. Yoongi looks ahead. They turn a corner, and the sea welcomes them.

Yoongi dumps the half-eaten ice-cream in the bin and reaches to take Jimin’s hand in his. Jimin doesn’t say anything. He looks at their joined hands and back at the sea.

The road slowly turns into sand underneath them. Jimin leads them up to stand on the wet sand. The tides rush back and forth. Soaking their feet and running away before anyone can chase them.

Yoongi looks at Jimin. Under the glistening beams of the moon, the tides reflecting the glow, Jimin looks ethereal. Yoongi’s breath hitches in his chest when Jimin looks back at him.

He wonders how many ways Baekhyun knows Jimin and exactly how many chunks of his heart Baekhyun carried with him. He wonders if Jimin still thinks about the alpha occasionally. If those chunks of Jimin’s heart ever returned to him, or if Baekhyun still has them as his first love.

“People say it’s hard to forget your first love,” Yoongi murmurs, “is that true?”

Jimin’s lips twitch and he looks at the sea again, “somewhat. We share a few of our firsts with them. When we recall those memories, we recall that person too. If people end their relationship like we did, of course, they can think about those happy memories. But I don’t think we were in love, you know? I think love is a heavy word to use for what we had. It wasn’t that deep,” he looks ahead at the sea, “letting him go didn’t tear my heart out of me, unlike…” he licks his lip and shrugs, changing the trail of his words, “I also think love is not the same for every person. Some people’s first love is their last too. Some find another, better, love. Some might go on for the rest of their lives without loving someone again after their first love or someone might just get swiped off of their feet by their fourth or fifth love. I don’t think the number matters,” Jimin looks at his feet where the tide touches them, “what matters is the person you settle down with loves you every day like it’s their first life and you’re their only love.”

Jimin’s throat bobs, “that’s all that I want, that’s all I searched and it wasn’t Baekhyun. Ever. I am still searching that type of love and I hope…” he looks at Yoongi, “I find it someday.”

Yoongi can’t read those eyes. Those eyes hold emotions he can’t name or recognise. So, he looks at the sea instead. He doesn’t try to understand the swirl of emotions running in his heart either.

Instead, he squeezes Jimin’s hand in his with a small smile and lets the omega lead him to sit on the loungers.

“Thank you for coming here with me,” Jimin says with his eyes glued on the waves.

Yoongi hums. He is glad he came here too.

He looks at Jimin and thinks that he needed to see Jimin’s life too. To understand how the omega is so different from him and how he deserves everything he dreamt of and how Yoongi is none of those things.

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They return home late that night. Julia sits at the head of the table while the servants serve them dinner.

“I cleaned up the guest room for you,” she tells Yoongi.

Yoongi thanks her between the bites of his food. Compliments her cooking. Julia smiles and looks over at Jimin.

“These are his comfort food,” her voice dims with tenderness.

Yoongi nods, watching Jimin gobble down everything, “can you send me the recipes? He barely eats anything nowadays, and I am out of options for cooking. Maybe your recipes will help.”

Julia is quiet for a moment, observing Yoongi. Then she nods. This time when she smiles at Yoongi, it comes a little easier on her face.

── .✦

“You’re still awake.”

Jimin looks over to see his mother standing at the door. He sits up properly and puts the phone down.

“Sorry,” he makes an apologetic face, “I was reading a book,” he gestures at the bed, “sit.”

His mother comes to sit at the edge of the bed, “I just wanted to make sure you’re sleeping well.”

Jimin nods. For a moment or two, they sit silently.

Julia sighs, “You can’t sleep without him?”

Jimin closes his eyes momentarily before looking at his hands on his lap, “got used to his scent.”

“So, you share a bed back in Seoul.” She doesn’t ask. She concludes the obvious.

Jimin feels his face growing hot. He is not used to discussing such stuff with his mother. He bites onto his lower lip, frowning at his hands to try and come up with something.

Julia covers his hands, making Jimin look at her tender expression.

“Do you like him?”

Jimin’s throat bobs.

Does he like Yoongi? That answer, even to himself, will ruin him.

“I shouldn’t,” he settles for, “he’s not good for me. I’ll be weak and pathetic if I like him—”

“But, you do,” Julia finishes for him.

Jimin shakes his head, “I’ll move on,” he insists, “we’re very clear about this. We’re just having this baby and that’s it, eomma. There’s never going to be more. I swear.”

Julia doesn’t look convinced but she doesn’t press either. She cups his face to pull him closer. Her lips touch Jimin’s forehead.

“I just hope you know, you deserve the best, bub,” she pulls back to look him in the eyes, “don’t settle for anything less than that.”

Jimin nods, “I won’t. I promise.”

“Choose someone who’d choose you,” Julia reminds him, “not for a kid, not for a family, not for the society. Just for you. Be selfish when you choose your alpha, Jiminie, that person will be your soulmate. Don’t give away your soul to someone who only knows how to drain it out of you.”

Jimin swallows and lets Julia pull him in a hug. He smiles when she pulls back.

“There are good alphas out there,” she murmurs, “the best ones. You don’t need to settle for less.”

“I know,” Jimin says and ignores how his chest tightens at the mere thought of another alpha being his mate, “I know, eomma.”

Julia helps him lie down and kisses his forehead again, “good night, bub. Try to sleep. You must be tired.”

She leaves the room once Jimin closes his eyes.

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Julia stays up late to clean up the kitchen with the maids. She checks everything before turning off the lights in the kitchen and going upstairs to her room.

She pauses when she notices the door of Jimin’s bedroom is open. She stands at the end of the corridor and watches Yoongi stand in front of Jimin who is standing at the door of his room. The two of them are just looking at each other.

Then Jimin moves. His arms wrap around Yoongi’s neck to kiss him on the mouth with urgency. Yoongi holds his hips and walks him back into the room. The door slams closed behind the alpha and Julia hears the click of the lock falling in place.

She walks down the corridor and stops in front of his son’s door for a second. Then she shakes her head and walks down to the door to her room. She takes one last glance at her son’s door. With a sigh and a small tilt of her lips, she gets inside her room for the night.

── .✦

Jimin lies in Yoongi’s arms. His head resting on Yoongi’s chest.

“Why did you come knocking?” he traces patterns on Yoongi’s bare chest, “I don’t want to have sex on my childhood bed for eomma to hear.”

Yoongi chuckles, “the thought of having sex with your mother three doors down from us makes my dick limp, angel,” he wraps his hand around Jimin’s smaller one, pulls it up to kiss Jimin’s knuckles, “just wanted to make sure you were comfortable sleeping alone. Then you just pulled me inside. I didn’t come to stay.”

Jimin looks at him and then away. He cuddles closer to Yoongi on his single bed. Almost lying on top of the alpha.

“But, you’ll stay because I got comfortable and I refuse to let you go,” he nuzzles against the alpha’s scent-gland, “good night, Yoon.”

Yoongi looks down at him with an unreadable expression, “good night, angel.”

Jimin falls asleep after a few minutes. Yoongi stays up for a long time. His eyes wandering all over Jimin’s room. As if capturing every corner of it in his mind.

This is how their pup’s room should look. Cosy, comfortable, calm and quiet.

‘You’ll have a quiet and peaceful life,’ Yoongi thinks, his hand coming to rest on Jimin’s stomach, ‘you won’t have to desperately train yourself to recognise footsteps. Walk on eggshells in your own house so you don’t anger your parents or worse, make them shout at each other about how they didn’t want you. You don’t have to try to read your parents’ moods just so you can act accordingly. I promise,’ Yoongi looks at a sleeping Jimin, ‘you’ll have a home and you’ll be free to paint every corner of that home just the way you like. You’ll never have to lower your voice or suppress your tears or laughs. We promise, munchkin,’ Yoongi’s fingers trace Jimin’s soft skin, ‘we’ll build you a home where you can always return to. Where you’ll be safe and where you’ll be loved. No matter what.’

Yoongi falls asleep with that promise repeating itself in his mind, with another thought clouding his head.

It won’t be him building that home with Jimin for their pup because some day, Jimin will find his ‘love’ he yearned for, and Yoongi has to step away from their lives to let them build that home for themselves.

Yoongi’s arm tightens around Jimin.

He looks at Jimin, and the image of a faceless alpha flashes across his mind. An alpha who will take Jimin away from him, and all Yoongi would do is… let Jimin go because Jimin deserves to have his fairytale.

‘Or, you can be that person…’ a weak voice whispers in his mind.

Yoongi scoffs. Closing his eyes with a crude smile on his lips.

── .✦ ── .✦

Chapter Text

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Jimin wakes up before the dawn breaks. It’s a habit by now. Waking up to his stomach twisting. He groans, burying his face against Yoongi’s neck to inhale the alpha’s calming scent. It somehow soothes his nausea. Whenever his insides twist with a hint of bile rising to his throat, he finds the alpha to stick to. Somehow, that always works.

Jimin lies there, nose pressed against Yoongi’s scent-gland, until the nausea rolls off of him. Then he is pulling away to look at the alpha’s sleeping face.

Yoongi looks younger somehow. The sharp edges of his face soften as he sleeps. His face looks peaceful as if there’s nothing tormenting him. Those lips are soft and part with each breath.

The more Jimin looks at him, the more beautiful the alpha gets.

Jimin’s eyes linger on that face for a long time before they trail downwards. The blanket is covering the alpha from his waist down. Jimin takes in Yoongi’s chest. Rising and falling with each breath. His shoulders are wide, giving shape to his chest that slowly narrows down to the waist, like the shape of a V. Jimin’s eyes wander over the hint of abs and down to the happy trail that disappears under the blanket.

The alpha wears his joggers to sleep but here he just wore his boxers.

Jimin swallows with his eyes stuck on the blanket carelessly thrown over Yoongi’s abdomen. His legs squeeze together when he feels dollops of slick seeping out of him to smear against his own shorts as his hands trace over the alpha’s bare chest and down to his stomach.

Jimin takes a hold of the blanket and pulls it away. His heart skips with goosebumps all over his skin as he looks at the alpha’s boxers. His morning wood is perfectly outlined in the grey underwear. The tip of the cock peeking from the waistband.

Jimin’s mouth pools with saliva. He looks at Yoongi’s sleeping face and down at his rock-hard cock. Without much thought, he is crawling to settle between Yoongi’s legs. With trembling hands, he pulls the boxer down enough for the cock to spring free. It hits the alpha’s flat abdomen and bounces against it. Jimin takes a hold of it. His eyes skip to Yoongi’s sleeping face. Yoongi is still fast asleep. The dark sky is barely catching the light of the dawn. The soft glow of it enhances Yoongi’s features.

Jimin looks at the cock in his hand. Hard and smooth where he holds it.

He thinks about the times this cock fucked into him. How it fills him up so well until Jimin can barely breathe. His mouth waters as he thinks about the times he cockwarms the alpha as Yoongi works. Or how he kneels between those legs and takes the alpha in his mouth while Yoongi plays games on the computer with Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook on the line. Yoongi would ruffle his hair, take a hold of the back of his head to pull him down on his cock until Jimin’s nose touches his pubic hair. Then Yoongi would let him go. Jimin would cockwarm the alpha under the table until his legs lose sensation and Yoongi would finally stop the game. He'd pull Jimin up to the gaming chair and make him hug the backrest, kneeling on it, as Yoongi finally, finally sinks into him. Yoongi would fuck him until Jimin is a sobbing mess, too disoriented after cumming at least thrice, and begging the alpha to fill him. Then Yoongi would pump him full of the alpha’s seeds and carry him to bed.

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Jimin looks down at the cock and his hand comes to rest on his own stomach. He thinks about how he got pregnant because of this cock and something twists in his guts.

Jimin leans in to kiss the tip of the alpha’s cock. His eyes stay on Yoongi who is still sleeping quite peacefully.

Jimin opens his mouth to take the head of the cock in. Rolls his tongue around the head, pulling down the foreskin to lick around it.

He tastes the pre-cum on his tongue and moans under his breath. His own cock starts to stir between his legs. More slick dripping out of him. Jimin licks the base of the cock, the tip of his tongue follows the vein throbbing from the base of the cock to the tip of it. He relaxes his throat and goes down on the alpha till his nose is tickled by the alpha’s pubic hair.

Yoongi groans in his sleep. His face finally catching an expression as his brows furrow. He stirs in his sleep.

Jimin keeps his eyes resolutely on the alpha’s face as he hollows his cheeks to suck the cock like he is sucking on a lollipop. His tongue rubs over the moistening slit to collect more pre-cum. Saliva pools in his mouth as he goes further down on that thick shaft, lips stretching beyond their limit to accommodate the girth. He loosens his jaw to suck the alpha properly. His nostrils flare as the alpha’s pheromones pulsate off of him. His omega answers by dripping more and more in his shorts. Jimin bobs his head urgently on that thick length. Coating the smooth skin with saliva and pre-cum.

“Ughh,” Yoongi groans, throat bobbing in his sleep, “ohh…”

Jimin reaches between his legs to squeeze his own hard cock. His mouth works faster and faster on Yoongi.

Yoongi’s eyes flutter open. Sleepy lids blink back for those hooded eyes to search the surroundings.

Jimin feels the cock in his mouth twitch. More pre-cum coating his tongue.

Yoongi pulls his head up to look down between his legs. Jimin matches those eyes and takes Yoongi all the way down his throat until the tip of the alpha’s cock hits the base of his throat.

“Fuck!” Yoongi groans in his sleep-muddled voice, hand flying to grasp onto Jimin’s hair, “angel…”

Jimin sucks harder. The squelching sound of the cock dragging down his throat has the alpha cursing under his breath. Jimin’s rim contorts around thin air as the alpha’s gruttal voice reaches his ears.

Yoongi looks down at him again, “woke up hungry for my cock, princess?”

Jimin moans, rolls his tongue around the shaft in his mouth. Yoongi uses his elbow to sit up a little. Looking down at Jimin with his hand pushing Jimin down on his throbbing length.

“You’ve learnt how to suck cocks like a pro now, angel,” Yoongi groans, “finally those lips know what they were made to do,” he huffs out a sleepy chuckle, “can’t believe I woke up to you sucking my cock, baby, what a way to start my day.”

Jimin moans as the alpha’s hand pushes him down until the cock bulges against the base of his throat. Yoongi keeps him there. Looking at his watering eyes.

“What a vision you are, baby,” the alpha reaches for his phone to snap a picture, showing it to Jimin, “look at you. So pretty and perfect with a cock down your throat. You were born for this, weren’t you?” Yoongi’s fingers tighten their grip on Jimin’s hair, “born to suck my cock.”

Jimin whimpers and pushes the alpha’s hands away. He pulls off of the cock with a plop and watches it slap the alpha’s stomach again.

“I’m doing this for me,” he snaps at the alpha in his fucked out voice, “you just lie there and shut up,” he takes a hold of the cock again, pumping it easily as it’s coated in its own pre-cum and Jimin’s saliva, “this is for me.”

Yoongi watches him for a second and then his lips twitch. He gathers the pillows against the headrest of the bed and leans against it.

“Go ahead, princess,” Yoongi spreads his legs invitingly, “take everything you want from me.”

Jimin’s throat burns because of the way he took Yoongi down. He looks at the cock and stands on the bed. With Yoongi’s hungry eyes on him, Jimin peels the shorts off of him.

“What happened to not having sex here?” Yoongi wonders in a low voice.

Jimin lowers himself onto Yoongi’s lap. Sits and feels the cock under his ass. He places his hands on both of his ass-cheeks to part them and sits properly so his damp rim is rubbing over the hard shaft.

Yoongi groans as he feels his cock, all hard and ready, as Jimin rubs his rim over it. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Jimin rests his hands on Yoongi’s chest for leverage and moans as his rim glides over the shaft. The smooth skin tickles his rim.

Jimin looks at Yoongi to see the alpha’s eyes are zeroed in on his face.

“I didn’t want to,” Jimin moans, throwing his head back when he takes a hold of his own cock to start pumping it, “I never had any alpha in this room before. I…” he ruts on Yoongi’s lap, “I never felt the need to bring anyone here…not even…” he whimpers when his cock twitches and an orgasm wash over him, he sits up on his knees to shoot the ropes of cum all over Yoongi’s cock, coating it with his own release, “Baekhyun, because, I didn’t want to. I was a good boy until…” Jimin flops over Yoongi with a tired sigh after the orgasm high, “you carved this sex-craving omega out of me.”

Yoongi grits his teeth, “stop talking about Baekhyun,” he takes a hold of Jimin’s hair and yanks at it to tilt Jimin’s face up to look at him, “stop taking other alphas’ names when you’re fucking dripping all over me!”

Jimin sighs, “you wanted to know.”

Yoongi hums, “are you done, princess?” he leans in to capture Jimin’s lips for a kiss, “satisfied yourself?”

Jimin moans into the kiss and nods, “mhhmm.”

Yoongi rolls them over while deepening the kiss, “good,” he parts Jimin’s legs to settle between them.

Jimin looks at the alpha’s darkening eyes when Yoongi pulls back to hover over him.

“Now it’s your alpha’s turn,” Yoongi reaches between them to position Jimin properly. Takes a hold of his cock and guides it to Jimin’s throbbing rim. With their eyes locked on each other, Yoongi pushes in.

Jimin’s hands wrap around Yoongi and the alpha comes down on his elbow to push Jimin against the mattress.

Jimin’s legs wrap around Yoongi’s waist, ankles locking over Yoongi’s lower back. Yoongi licks into his mouth.

“No one fucked you on this bed, baby?” he grunts with the effort it takes to pull his cock out till just the tip is inside Jimin.

Jimin moans into the kiss, tightening his core to suck the alpha back in him, “no one.”

Yoongi slams back in with a growl, bottoming out with a slap of his balls against Jimin’s ass. Jimin lurches up on the mattress, hitting the pillows against the headrest. The bed creaks underneath them. Yoongi sets the speed. Fucking into Jimin rough and fast.

“Baekhyun won’t ever fuck you as good as I do, princess,” Yoongi growls against Jimin’s mouth, “no one will ever satisfy you like I do.”

Jimin writhes on the mattress. His inner-muscles tighten around Yoongi’s cock, sucking him in hungrily. His arms wrap around the alpha’s shoulders for dear life. Pulling him closer.

“I’ll ruin you for everyone else,” Yoongi rumbles against Jimin’s ear, panting harshly as he fucks into him, “carve your insides to fit only my cock!”

Jimin’s eyes roll back with the words and the way the alpha’s each thrust has the tip of the cock rubbing against his prostate. His legs tighten their grip around the alpha. His mouth opens with moans and whimpers falling from it.

“Say my name,” Yoongi pulls back to look down at Jimin’s fucked out face, “who’s fucking you, angel? Say it.”

Jimin’s throat bobs. The only things his fuzzy brain registers are how that cock is filling him up and emptying him every time Yoongi pulls out. Also, how loud they are being. How his hole is dripping and making a squelching sound every time Yoongi fucks into him. How the headboard is slamming against the wall with the alpha’s thrusts.

Jimin bites onto his lower lip, looking at Yoongi, “you…” he wails, the cock inside him settling for deep and quick thrusts into him, “Yoongi… you’re fucking me.”

Yoongi takes a hold of his chin, fingers digging into his soft cheeks to part his lips, “no one else.”

Jimin’s eyes flash with defiance, “unless Namjoon and Hoseok want to—”

“No one else!” Yoongi roars against his mouth.

Jimin doesn’t say it. He tightens around Yoongi in retaliation. Sucking the alpha in. Yoongi sees the challenge in his eyes and growls. He pulls back to sit up. His hands take hold of the back of Jimin’s knees.

Jimin whines when the alpha bends him in half. His knees pushed down until they are on both sides of his head. His feet facing the ceiling. Yoongi pushes back into him. Fucking him harder and faster.

Jimin grips the bedsheet. Twisting his fists on it as the cock fills him to the brim.

His legs end up on Yoongi’s shoulders, and Yoongi leans down to capture his lips. Almost making him flat on the mattress as he gets fucked. Jimin moans into the kiss.

“Just me!” Yoongi hisses against his lips.

Jimin’s legs protest. His thighs shaking with the effort. Both of them are sweating profusely as they move against each other.

Yoongi pulls out. Jimin’s legs limply drop on the mattress. Yoongi parts them to settle between them and enters him again.

Jimin pulls the alpha to himself as if he can’t stay away from the alpha. He whimpers against Yoongi’s mouth, kissing him. His hands card through the alpha’s sweaty locks. Then his hands wander over the alpha’s tense back. Nails digging and scraping the skin to leave behind possessive marks.

“Yours,” Jimin whispers against Yoongi’s desperate lips, “as long as you’re all mine, alpha.”

Yoongi’s hips stutter on the rhythm and Jimin feels the barbs awakening around the cock to sink into his sensitive muscles. Jimin tears his mouth away from Yoongi’s to shudder and swallow some air in his lungs.

“I’ll never get used to this,” Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, “oh, fuck!”

Yoongi’s barbs sink deeper, the alpha ruts his hips to sink further into Jimin, “you will,” his eyes are dark with arousal and something else swirling in them, “you’ve your entire life to get used to this,” he slams his cock in so the knot finally pops into Jimin’s womb, “you will.”

Jimin throws his head back with his eyes bulging and a silent scream tearing out of him. Yoongi buries his face against his throat, teeth scraping the smooth skin before sinking in enough to suck a hickey there.

Ropes of cum shoots into Jimin’s womb. Jimin flops onto the bed with exhaustion pulling at his senses.

Yoongi sucks marks over his scent-glad, where his mating mark would be.

Jimin holds the alpha to himself. Fingers tracing patterns as they both ride out the knot milking itself in Jimin.

‘You’ve your entire life to get used to this.’

Jimin’s eyelids close as those words ring in his ears. Yoongi drifts back to sleep too. His cock still buried deep in Jimin.

── .✦

Jimin can barely match his mother’s eyes. He woke up to her knocking on his bedroom door, and with horror, he realised Yoongi was fast asleep, almost on top of him. His half-hard cock still buried in Jimin. Jimin had shouted to his mother that he would be downstairs for breakfast and heard her retreating footsteps before waking Yoongi up.

He had dragged the alpha to the shower and slapped the alpha’s hands away when Yoongi got too touchy. After a shower, he shoved the bedsheet in the laundry basket and hurried to spread another bedsheet while Yoongi watched with an amused smile.

Then he shoved the alpha to his room to get dressed and dressed himself before going downstairs for breakfast while praying his mother heard nothing last night.

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“I hope the guestroom was comfortable?”

Jimin barely stops himself from choking. He looks over to Yoongi who sips his coffee quite calmly and nods without missing a beat.

“Very,” the alpha says smoothly, buttering his toast, “had the best sleep.”

His mother takes Yoongi in for a moment before looking at Jimin, “did you sleep well too, bub?”

“Mhmm,” Jimin shoves some scrambled eggs in his mouth without looking at her.

His mother sips her tea. Her eyes go from Yoongi to Jimin. She doesn’t ask anything more, and Jimin is grateful. After breakfast, Yoongi excuses himself to call someone, and Jimin finds himself with his mother in the garden.

The two of them walk around the plants his mother looks after. Jimin traces the petals of a few freshly bloomed roses. He remembers his parents spending hours nursing the trees in this garden. He looks over at the cherry tree at the corner of the garden. He vaguely remembers planting it with his father.

As he goes to stand under the tree, looks up at the branches with a small smile, his mother follows.

“Jimin,” she sounds serious enough for Jimin to look at her.

Julia sighs, “you’re sure about what you’re doing, right?” she holds up her hand when Jimin opens his mouth, “bub, let me finish. I know what it feels like to get swiped off of your feet by someone you’re enamoured by. I know how hard it is to break that tie. I’ve been in such a relationship before I found your father. For me, it was easier to move on because I wasn’t going to be connected to him with a pup. You are. But you’ve got to understand, you can’t continue going down this road that leads nowhere, bub. You need to stop yourself because otherwise, it'll be too late.”

She takes his hands in his, “if you two are not a thing, then maybe don’t give so much of yourself to him, baby, he’s an alpha. He’ll keep taking without a second thought. You’ll be left as nothing but an empty shell. Ask yourself, what are you doing? Is this going to end well? If not, no matter how much it hurts, stop. Whatever you’re doing, just… don’t end up breaking your own heart, Jimin. No one can mend a heart that was broken by their own two hands. That regret will last forever.”

Jimin looks away from his mother. He has nothing to say. His mother is right and he knows that.

Only if it were that easy. Only if he didn’t crave that alpha with everything in him.

“He’s changing—”

“For the pup,” his mother’s voice tightens, “he’s changing for the pup. Not you. That’s his own blood. Of course, he wants the pup. Ask yourself, Jimin, do you think he wants you?”

Jimin doesn’t want to ask that. He knows the answer already and he doesn’t want to hear it. He doesn’t want to confirm that. He doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that the question keeps him up at night.

Julia squeezes his hands in understanding, “start to move on before it gets too hard. I don’t want you to get hurt, bub. I also don’t want you to settle for anything less than perfection. I don’t want my son to settle with an alpha who didn’t stay for him but for an unplanned pregnancy. Please. You deserve better than that. You’ll always deserve better than that.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything to it. He knows his mother is right and yet he can’t bring himself to agree with her. Can’t seem to accept what she is saying. That makes him even more frustrated with himself.

He has seen his parents growing up. So in love and so happy together. He wants that for himself, and no matter how hard he tries to ignore the reality, he knows he’ll never get that with Yoongi. So, why can’t he just—

Yoongi walks out of the house and looks around. Jimin watches the alpha. Yoongi is dressed for the day. Ready with the sunglass perched on the bridge of his nose. He spots Jimin and his mother. Jimin hurries to him in the hope that his mother will get the hint and stop talking about this. Julia sighs and follows him.

“I think we should leave,” Yoongi says, looking at his watch, “if the traffic is intense, it’ll take some time to reach Seoul.”

Jimin nods, “I’ll get ready.”

Julia follows him inside. Yoongi stays in the living room while Julia helps Jimin dress up and pack a few things he likes to eat for the journey.

“Think about what I said,” she tells him as they leave Jimin’s room behind, “he might not be a bad guy, but he’s not right for you. He can co-parent with you, but that shouldn’t stop you from finding someone for yourself, baby. Think about it.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything. He leaves his room with Julia on his toes.

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Jimin hugs her when they are in front of the car. She looks at him pointedly. Jimin sighs with a nod.

“I’ll think about it.”

With that, he gets in the car and with a nod at Julia, Yoongi starts the car.

── .✦

The two of them get busy with their separate schedules after returning to Seoul. Jimin barely gets time to come home to sleep and eat. Yoongi’s album is about to be released. He is just as busy. The two of them see each other when they’re going to bed. Too exhausted to even talk. They just lie down and fall asleep. One leaves before the other even wakes up.

Two or so months pass by with them catching up to their lives.

Nowadays, Jimin actively avoids Yoongi when he is home. He eats his dinner and goes to bed before Yoongi can catch up with him. He pretends to sleep when Yoongi gets into bed. He doesn’t respond when Yoongi lies behind him, drapes an arm over his waist to caress his almost four-month-old belly.

Truth be told, he can’t forget his mother’s words. No matter how hard he tries, Julia’s words ring in his head, and he can’t seem to brush them off. She makes so much sense in his head that it scares him. He knows the moment he faces Yoongi, he’ll break and that makes him avoid the alpha even more.

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“You’re awake.”

Jimin curses himself. He got too immersed in the book he is reading to remember that the alpha is already home.

“I’m about to go to bed,” Jimin fakes a yawn, “why?”

“Just…” Yoongi shrugs, “tomorrow Namjoon is throwing me an album release party. Everyone who worked with me on this album is invited, along with some friends and, of course, the entire company. I was wondering if you’re free, I mean,” he scratches his nape, “you’re one of the leads in the title track MV. It’d be nice if you could join me.”

Jimin purses his lips, “uhm, sure,” he shrugs, “I can do that. I think I’ll be free tomorrow anyway.”

Yoongi breathes out a sigh of relief, “that’s great, then.”

Jimin goes to bed and by the time Yoongi joins him, he is fast asleep.

── .✦

Yoongi shrugs on the blazer over his white t-shirt and reaches for the watch. He is tying it around his wrist when the closet opens and Jimin walks out into the bedroom.

For a second, Yoongi stops breathing. His watch clutched in his grasp. The second’s hand ticks away, matching the rhythm of Yoongi’s heartbeat. Yoongi can’t help but watch the omega from head to toe.

Jimin is wearing a red silk suit. His blond hair brushed back. A long earring dangling from his one ear. His eyes are hooded with little eyeshadow at the corners. Those plump lips are glistening with, Yoongi assumes, lip tint.

The omega’s natural scent is masked with the floral perfume he sprayed on himself.

Yoongi has to take a deep breath to compose himself and go back to tying his wristwatch.

Jimin walks up to him and picks up his own watch. He looks at himself in the mirror and then he looks at Yoongi.

“Are you underdressed or am I overdressed?” he tilts his head with confusion.

Yoongi snorts, “I’m pretty sure you’re fine,” he gestures at himself, “and, me too.”

Jimin looks at himself again, “did I overdo it? I don’t know how to look for an album release party, I’ve never been to—”

“You look stunning,” Yoongi takes Jimin’s hand in his to give it a firm squeeze, “and, that’s all that matters. You don’t have to dim your glow to fit mine,” he pulls Jimin to himself, “you can light me up instead, angel.”

Jimin’s hands come to loop around Yoongi’s neck, “what do you want? Why are you buttering me up?”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, his eyes wander over Jimin’s beautifully dolled up face, “just complimenting the angel I got to have my hands on.”

Jimin’s teeth sink onto his lower lip, “let’s stop because I know where your compliments lead, and we don’t have the time.”

Yoongi shrugs, “I can always make some time,” he buries his face against Jimin’s neck to inhale the omega’s muted scent that lingers on his skin, “for you, I’ll always have time.”

Jimin closes his eyes. His nails dig on Yoongi’s shoulders and he pulls back.

“We really need to leave,” he says, looking at the wall clock, “the party is about your album. If you reach late—”

“They’ll understand,” Yoongi cups Jimin’s ass, squeezing it, “I have valid reasons.”

Jimin huffs out a laugh under his breath and pulls away, “no, sir. We’re leaving right now. Come on.”

Yoongi groans, “fine,” he follows Jimin out of the bedroom, “but,” he takes a hold of Jimin’s wrist to stop him, “once we come back,” his voice dips, “I’ll unwrap you. It has been some time since you let me.”

Jimin’s throat bobs, “fine,” he looks away, “once we come back, you can have me.”

Yoongi pecks the tip of his nose, “great. Let’s go.”

Yoongi laces their fingers together, and Jimin doesn’t pull away. The two of them leave the penthouse hand in hand.

── .✦

They stand side by side for the pictures outside the company where the paparazzi are waiting. Jimin tries to step aside to let Yoongi have his moment but Yoongi wraps an arm around the supermodel to keep him in place.

He looks at Jimin who is giving him a quizzical look, “you’re not leaving my side tonight, angel. I don’t want your attention on anyone else tonight.”

Jimin looks away. His cheeks are dusted pink. He looks at the flashing cameras with a small smile while Yoongi’s eyes stay glued on him.

Yoongi guides Jimin inside the building and nods at the staff who welcome them. The two of them make their way to the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closes, Yoongi is on Jimin.

Jimin sucks in a startled breath when he is crowded against the smooth glass of the elevator. Yoongi’s face buries in his throat.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Jimin whispers.

“Need to scent you, angel,” Yoongi rumbles, “so people would know to steer clear of you.”

His tongue presses flat over Jimin’s scent gland and Yoongi’s hand rests on Jimin’s still-not-prominent stomach. He licks a fat stripe over Jimin’s throat, sucking a mark there. His fingers dig onto Jimin’s stomach.

Jimin shudders. His nails digging onto Yoongi’s bicep as he clings to Yoongi. Yoongi hums. His pheromones floating out of him to cocoon them in a bubble. His saliva dries on Jimin’s skin, carrying his pheromones to mark the omega.

Jimin pulls away when the elevator door opens, “we’re here.”

Yoongi takes a long look at the omega’s face before lacing their hands together, “let’s go then.”

They walk out to the topmost floor of the building where the party is already at its peak.

Everyone cheers when Yoongi walks in with Jimin beside him. He is swamped with people lining up to congratulate him on his third album. Yoongi feels Jimin pulling away when Namjoon and Hoseok come over to pull him in a hug.

Yoongi looks over their shoulders to see Taemin make his way to Jimin, and the omega turns to look at him with a smile.

── .✦

“You really ghosted me.”

Jimin winces and turns to the source of the voice with an awkward smile, “hi.”

Taemin’s lips twitch, “hello to yourself. I see you’re trying to change the topic.”

Jimin chuckles, shaking his head, “I’m really not. I just got busy with life.”

Taemin sighs, “I can see that,” he looks at Yoongi and back at Jimin, “so, you’d still say you’re not a thing?”

Jimin looks over at Yoongi who is smiling at something a woman is telling him. He shakes his head and looks at Taemin.

“We are not,” he pushes his hands in his pockets, “I’ll still say that.”

Taemin observes him, and Jimin lets him. Then the alpha is picking up a glass of champagne and holding it out for Jimin. Jimin shakes his head.

“Sorry,” he waves his hand, “I don’t drink.”

Taemin arches a brow but doesn’t question it.

“I’m glad to see you here,” he says instead, “I was getting bored. I barely know anyone here.”

“Me too, actually,” Jimin chuckles, “I only know Jungkook and well,” he gestures at Yoongi, “him. That’s it.”

“Not even his friends,” Taemin points at them, “Namjoon and Hoseok? They’re in the group together, aren’t they?”

Jimin awkwardly shifts on his feet, “they are. But I really don’t know them that well.”

Taemin nods, “I see,” he shrugs, “anyway, would you like—”

“There you are.”

Jimin’s waist is wrapped in an embrace, and he is pulled flush against a chest he is all too familiar with. He looks over his shoulder to see Yoongi looking at Taemin with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“Taemin ssi,” his palm rests flat over Jimin’s stomach, “I’ve to steal my angel from you,” Yoongi gestures at the front of the room where there is a massive cake waiting, “excuse us.”

Jimin’s hand is taken by the rapper, and he guides Jimin to the cake.

“Did you have to interrupt us like that?” Jimin wonders in a low voice that he makes sure no one else can hear under the loud music.

Yoongi shrugs, “the ‘us,’ here is, you and I, angel,” his hooded eyes knock the breath out of Jimin, “no one else.”

Jimin looks away from those eyes. He stands beside Yoongi while Namjoon gives him the knife. Everyone gathers around them.

“First of all, thanks everyone for coming,” Yoongi smiles, “and I hope you enjoy this party. If not, blame Namjoon. He organised it.”

Namjoon fumbles to protest while everyone laughs and cheers. Yoongi cuts the cake.

Jimin holds his breath when the alpha picks up a piece and turns to him. He looks around at everyone. Pauses on Taemin who is watching them. Then he looks at Yoongi who is waiting.

Jimin opens his mouth and bites onto the piece before taking a small portion to feed Yoongi too.

“Congratulations,” he murmurs for only Yoongi to hear.

“Thank you,” Yoongi hears him just fine, giving him a small smile.

Then the rapper turns towards Hoseok and Namjoon to feed them.

Jimin steps back, letting everyone fawn over Yoongi as he slips away.

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Yoongi hates these parties.

He hates how he is the centre of attention. Everyone is trying to get a hold of him. To talk to him. To compliment him. Butter him up. To try and get him to listen to their business ideas. To introduce him to new faces whom he might want in his team or to simply keep around him.

One of the managers walks up to introduce him to a model he has seen here and there. The model shakes his hand and holds it a little longer than necessary. His eyes are suggestive when he says he can do ‘anything,’ Yoongi wants.

Any other time, Yoongi would take him up on that offer. He used to attend such parties only to get laid. Find someone attractive enough to whisk them somewhere secluded. For a quick head or to bend them over for a quick fuck.

Just what he did with Jimin when they first met.

Yoongi feels the unease in him when he thinks about Jimin. His hand twitch as he thinks how he is not holding Jimin to himself and it has been some time now. His eyes search the room until he finds Jimin.

The omega is by the bar. Talking to Taemin again. Taemin’s hand is on Jimin’s shoulder, and Jimin is leaning against the bar with a glass of some juice. His smile directed at Taemin.

As if feeling eyes on him, Jimin looks over. His smile dims. Those brows draw closer over his eyes.

Yoongi realises the reason for that frown when he feels the model’s hand on his chest. The omega’s stifling scent is too close to him. The man is saying something to him in a sultry voice. Something that sounds very lewd.

But Yoongi’s eyes are on Jimin, and Jimin’s jaw hardens under his gaze. His eyes go from Yoongi to the omega breathing on him and back to Yoongi.

Yoongi’s eyes go from Jimin to Taemin who is standing so fucking close to Jimin. His hand now resting on Jimin’s on the countertop to get his attention.

Yoongi’s teeth grind together as the uneasy feeling flares in him, and he is glaring. Jimin glares back. Both of them forgetting about the sea of people between them on the makeshift dance floor, moving with Yoongi’s songs.

Jimin says something to Taemin and pushes off of the counter to walk towards him.

Yoongi brushes off the omega in front of him without sparing him a second glance. The two of them walk from opposite sides of the room, with their eyes on each other.

They meet in the middle of the dance floor. Their eyes never wavering from each other. The neon lights bounce off of them to create shadows on their faces. People are dancing around them, unaware of the two of their presence or the tension that thrums in the air around them.

Jimin rests his hands on Yoongi’s chest, steps closer, “did you tell him to wait in the washroom?”

Yoongi’s arms move to hold Jimin by the hips, “hmm?”

Jimin leans closer to whisper against Yoongi’s lips, “you know…” his voice is icy with venom pouring through each word, “you love to fuck such models in washroom stalls.”

Now Yoongi knows what Jimin is talking about. He sees the anger and hurt swirling in those orbs. They both recall their first meeting. Yoongi with regret. Jimin with resentment.

“He’s pretty,” Jimin’s eyes snap to that model over Yoongi’s shoulder, “has the type of lips you seem to like wrapped around your cock,” his lips curl in disgust, “he seems like he’d know how to bend over and—”

“I only want you.”

Jimin’s eyes spring to him. Yoongi’s entire world comes crashing down around him. The loud music, the grinding bodies, the flickering lights, the ring of murmurs, countless pairs of eyes on them… everything crumbles like a sandcastle and leaves behind just the two of them.

Jimin and Yoongi.

Yoongi, who holds Jimin to himself. Flush against him. Their heartbeats are in sync. Their eyes never wavering from each other’s, not even for a second.

“I only want you.”

His own words start to stir something dangerous in his head. A low voice murmurs those four words in his head, and with each passing second, that voice gets louder in his skull. The words bounce back and forth in his head.

“I only want you.”

Yoongi’s fingers dig into Jimin’s flesh. His throat bobs around those words filling him up to the brim. To a point where breathing feels like a luxury.

“I only want you.”

Jimin’s eyes are apprehensive. Doubtful. Rightfully so. He can’t feel the storm brewing in Yoongi. Tearing him limb from limb.

“I only want you.”

Yoongi tries to breathe and all he gathers is the omega’s floral perfume. His lungs fill with flowers. They bloom with the stems wrapping around his lungs and squeezing until Yoongi can’t breathe.

“I only want you.”

Jimin’s lips curl with a mocking smile because of course, of course, he has no reason to believe Yoongi. Not when Yoongi can’t believe himself either. He can’t believe the voice ringing in his head either.

“I only want you.”

The flowers grow around his lungs. Those soft petals filling his chest, peeking through his ribcage. The stems twist around his throat, slowly choking him. Tightening their grasp around Yoongi’s lungs with the same pace as that venomous smile spreading on Jimin’s lips.

“You can never only want me,” Jimin chuckles, “I respect one thing about you and that is your honesty about being who you are. Don’t try to change that, at least.”

Yoongi’s chest tightens. Jimin doesn’t trust him. Of course, he doesn’t. He has no reason to. Yoongi doesn’t trust himself, how can Jimin trust him?

Jimin takes a step back, “he’s waiting. Go on.”

And in that moment, looking at a hopeless Park Jimin, Yoongi knows.

“I only want you.”

He has fallen for Jimin.

“I only want you.”

And Jimin hasn’t fallen for him. Of course, he hasn’t. And he never will. Rightfully so. Because he deserves better. He deserves an alpha who is a thousand times better than Yoongi in every way possible.

“I only want you.”

Yoongi’s throat bobs. The blossoming flowers in his lungs cut deep into his heart like sharp blades. The stems hardening around his ribcage.

“I only want you.”

Jimin will never feel the same because Yoongi doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve an ounce of that love and yet, he craves. He is selfish and he is blinded by the urge to have Jimin all for himself.

“I only want you.”

Yoongi grasps Jimin’s wrist and yanks him back, “you can’t leave me.”

I need you.

“For leaving someone, you need to be with them first,” Jimin’s lips twitch, “we were never together. Were we?”

Yoongi squeezes Jimin’s wrist in his hold, “angel—”

But Jimin is already twisting his hand free and turning on his heels to leave.

In his desperation, Yoongi grabs Jimin by the wrist and twists him around. Jimin gasps, falling into Yoongi’s arms, crashing against his chest.

Yoongi takes a hold of his nape and crashes their mouths together. Seals Jimin’s protests away before Jimin can open his mouth. Before he can tell Yoongi what a fucked up mess he is. Before he can cement the thought in Yoongi that he doesn’t deserve Park Jimin.

Jimin’s hands fly to grasp his biceps. His eyes screwing shut. Yoongi’s eyes close too, his tongue delving deeper in Jimin’s mouth.

Everything around them ceases to exist all over again. It’s just them in the room with the neon lights washing over them. No one else but them. Kissing each other. Desperately clinging to each other.

One kissing with resentment and hurt. The other kissing with unsaid apologies and regret.

Yoongi kisses Jimin deeper. Unsaid pleas filling his mouth until he can’t hold them back anymore and they are dripping out of him.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he whispers against Jimin’s mouth, “for every time I hurt you. For every teardrop I brought to your eyes. For every blink of sleep I stole from you. For all the nightmares I gifted you… I’m so damn sorry.”

Jimin stops kissing him. His nails dig onto Yoongi’s arms. He shudders. Their foreheads resting against each other’s as they try to swallow some air.

“Just an apology doesn’t cut it, Min Yoongi,” Jimin whispers in a low yet firm voice, “if you think it does, you’re delusional.”

“I’ll do anything,” Yoongi pulls back enough to look him in the eyes, “just… don’t leave me.”

You’re all I have and all I’ll ever want. I need you to breathe, angel, I need you to believe the world can be kind… even to a fucked-up soul like me.

Jimin’s throat bobs, “anything?”

Yoongi nods, “anything.”

Jimin takes a step back, “you keep saying things you don’t mean.”

Yoongi blinks. Unsure of what to do to stop Jimin from moving away from him.

“You keep saying things you never mean,” Jimin insists again as his eyes start to fill with tears.

“Jimin—” Yoongi reaches out, and Jimin shakes his head.

His eyes go from Yoongi to that omega who is still standing quite a few feet away from them.

It’s not just that omega who rips the rose-tinted glasses Jimin was wearing so far. It’s what that omega represents. Yoongi in his true form. Someone who will never change because he’ll always have these distractions around him and he’ll never have a reason not to enjoy them.

Jimin takes another step back.

What was he even thinking? Why did he fight so hard not to believe his mother’s words? Why was he playing house with an alpha who’ll never settle down? Why was he still hoping that he would get something out of this like Taehyung did?

He was still hoping.

He was still lying to himself. Telling himself that if he carries on, one day at a time, things will just automatically fall into their rightful place.

As if his rightful place was beside Yoongi. As if Yoongi would ever want to rightfully have him.

Jimin lets out a delirious laugh and then turns on his heels to run out of the party. He feels stupid. All of a sudden, he feels mind-numbingly stupid.

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Jimin dashes out of the party to gather himself. He knows there were so many people around them. He knows everyone saw them like that. Kissing in the middle of the dance floor. Talking under their breath so only they can hear each other over the loud music, with their arms around each other. Their eyes never swaying from each other for anyone else.

He knows there were eyes following him when he left. Deep down, he knows this will be the talk of the town by tomorrow morning. Yet, he can’t bring himself to care about any of that.

He finds himself taking the elevator and hears a familiar voice. When he looks up, his chest suddenly feels too light.

Taehyung is running down the corridor towards him. Before Jimin can understand what’s going on, Taehyung gets inside the elevator and the doors close behind him. It’s Taehyung who clicks the button for the rooftop.

“When did you—”

Taehyung looks at him with a pointed glare, “when you were kissing him in the middle of the damn dance floor. Everyone saw, by the way.”

Jimin groans, closing his eyes and bowing his face, “I don’t know what happens to me when I’m around him.”

Taehyung’s eyes roam over Jimin’s slumped form. He looks back at the front when the doors open. He takes Jimin’s hand and walks out of the elevator and across the corridor to the terrace. Jimin doesn’t protest when Taehyung guides him towards the storage room and starts to climb the iron-spiral staircase to get to the top of it.

The two of them sit on the roof, leaning back on their arms to look at the empty and dark sky.

“Okay, I’m no one to lecture you about being rational. Not when Taeggukie exists and we know how we got there,” Taehyung’s lips twitch when he looks at Jimin who huffs out a short laugh, “but, Jungkook gave his everything to redeem himself, Mimi,” his hand comes to rest on Jimin’s thigh, “is Yoongi doing the same? Is he putting in efforts to be a better man—”

“We’re not like that,” Jimin gnaws his lower lip, “we’re not like you two. You loved each other. We don’t. We just got caught up in this pregnancy, and we’re co-parenting. There’s nothing more to it.”

There is silence for a long minute, where Taehyung just stares at him. Then Taehyung sighs, his hand squeezes Jimin’s thigh.

“That’s the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard,” Taehyung says with an impassive expression, “and, I hear my mom rant about being the best mother almost every day.”

Jimin shakes his head in denial but he doesn’t get to say anything. Taehyung is giving him that pointed look again, and all Jimin manages is slumping forward with his face in his hands.

“You can’t deal with a problem until you accept that there is a problem,” Taehyung rubs his back, “there is a problem. Isn’t there? You like him,” he pauses, as if thinking if he should continue or not and then doing it anyway, “forget liking, you have feelings for him.”

“Don’t say it like that,” Jimin whines, “don’t fucking say it in that tone!”

“What tone?” Taehyung’s lips twitch in amusement.

Jimin groans, glaring at him, “like, you pity me.”

“Absolutely not!” Taehyung slaps his back, letting out a small laugh, “I don’t pity you. I love you,” his grin dims to leave behind a small smile, “and that’s why I think your feelings are for the wrong person. He’s probably changing, okay, I get that. He is probably doing better than when you two met, but Mimi, what if it takes him a lifetime to be a person worthy of you? What if it takes years of trials and errors? You don’t deserve to be at the receiving end of those aftershocks, Mimi. The hurt he will inevitably cause you when he crashes, they will crush you. He is changing, great. Let him. But why do you need to stick around? Why are you still with him?”

“I am not,” Jimin looks at his hands, “I thought of hurting him. I thought of betraying him… I just can’t bring myself to.”

“I wonder why,” Taehyung says it like a jab this time.

Jimin blows out a deep breath, “fine,” he looks at the dark, starless sky, “let’s say I have feelings for him. Let’s just say, I’m attracted to him. How do you suggest I move on?” He looks down at his hands, “I’m carrying his child, Tae. I like it or not, he’ll be in my life.”

“But you can choose not to get involved with him,” Taehyung insists, “Mimi, he wanted you to have sex with his friends!” he grimaces, “his views on omegas are revolting! He—”

“He saved my life,” Jimin whispers, “from that Choi.”

Taehyung goes quiet. He doesn’t know the full story, but he knows Choi backed away when Yoongi stepped in. Taehyung also guessed what happened when he saw the news of Choi’s death.

He doesn’t bring it up to Jimin. He doesn’t need to. Jimin’s words confirm the doubt anyway.

“I’d have saved your ass if you’d let me,” Taehyung murmurs, “my father could’ve saved your damn ass. But you can’t be with him just because you’re grateful, Jimin, that can’t be—”

“Why did you give Jungkook a second chance?” Jimin looks at him.

Taehyung’s mouth snaps closed and then opens after a few seconds, “you can’t possibly put Jungkook and Yoongi in the same sentence. Jungkook is not—”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Tae,” Jimin closes his eyes with a sigh, “I just mean… what made you give him a second chance? What made you keep going back to him?”

“I…” Taehyung looks away, “I just…”

Jimin lets out a hollow laugh, “exactly. You just… just because it’s him,” his lips curl in distaste, “I know I shouldn’t. I know I should leave his place. I should leave him behind. I should get over him. I should stop hoping—” he stops himself, looks down at his hands, “and, yet… against my better judgement, I hope. Is that wrong? Absolutely. Am I still doing it? Yes. I want to be rational, Tae, but—” Jimin’s shoulders slump, he pulls his legs up to hug them, resting his chin on top of his knees, “then I look at him and I’m so desperate. I am so fucking angry. I’m so hurt.”

“Why can’t he change for me?” Jimin demands to know to no one in particular, “why can’t he be the alpha I want him to be? Why can’t he fight to be the person I need him to be? You said I shouldn’t wait for his trials and errors, Tae, but I want to. Does that make sense? I want to. I… I want to be the reason he changes for the better.”

“He never will,” Taehyung whispers, looking away, “and, if he does, by the time the change occurs, you’ll be too drained to care or enjoy that changed man. So, please be rational and leave him. You deserve so much more, Jimin. You deserve someone way better than Min Yoongi and I’ll die on this hill.”

Jimin doesn’t protest to that. He wonders who decides who is worthy and who is not, when it’s all their hearts betraying their brains in the end. He wonders how harsh the blow will be if he just lets his heart take the steering. He wonders how long it will take for Yoongi to finally realise he can’t do this ‘domestic’ shit and go back to being himself again. He wonders exactly how long he, himself, will stick around the alpha and exactly what for?

Maybe Taehyung is right. He should just step off of this seesaw. Because nothing is changing in this game. They are just going up and down and up and down again. They are just waiting for the other to blow up and put an end to whatever they have going on because… what are they even doing?

Jimin’s eyes burn, “I’m jealous of you,” he snorts, not looking at Taehyung, “I’m jealous of the love you have. You got to have the person you fell in love with. I…” he can’t finish it without accepting to himself that… he fell in love with Min Yoongi.

Taehyung doesn’t snap at him as Jimin expected. He doesn’t berate Jimin as the omega hoped he would. Instead, he wraps Jimin in his arms.

“The right person will find you, and you’ll realise, Min Yoongi was just a stepping stone you stumbled upon. He was never your destination,” Taehyung kisses his head with a sigh.

Jimin snorts, pulling away, “yeah,” he dabs at his eyes to not ruin his makeup, “we should go back to the party. Everyone must be waiting.”

Taehyung gets the point that Jimin doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. He nods and gets up. Jimin blows out a deep breath and follows. The two of them stop on the last step of the spiral staircase. Both of them notice the man lingering at the end of the terrace, near the door that connects the corridor to the rooftop.

Taehyung and Jimin share a look and walk over to see it’s Yoongi. He straightens up where he was leaning against the door.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung snaps.

Yoongi looks at Taehyung and back at Jimin and then back at Taehyung again, “came after him. Then saw you two talking. So, didn’t want to disturb.”

“Why didn’t you leave?” Jimin sighs, “what if we talked for hours?”

Yoongi shrugs, “would’ve waited,” his eyes search Jimin’s face as if to gauge Jimin’s reaction.

Jimin curses, “you have a party going on for your album downstairs. Why on earth are you wasting your time loitering around me—”

“Let me decide my priorities,” Yoongi murmurs.

“Are you saying your music is not your first priority?” Taehyung scoffs.

Yoongi doesn’t look away from Jimin for a second, “are you okay?”

Jimin closes his eyes to compose himself and then blinks his eyes open to look at Yoongi, “what do you think?” he shifts on his feet, “now everyone just doesn’t think we’re dating, they know for sure. They will know something we tried to keep under the cover. I don’t know, it’s all so overwhelming for me.”

Taehyung looks between them and then clears his throat, “I’ll wait by the elevator.”

Yoongi watches him go and sighs, “do you want me to insist that no one posts anything if they recorded anything—”

“I think I want this to stop,” Jimin murmurs.

“You want what to stop?” Yoongi presses.

Jimin looks away, “I think I should move out of your apartment. I don’t think it’s doing us any good. I feel trapped there and I don’t think it’s even necessary. I think it’s time—”

“Is this Taehyung speaking or Taemin?”

Jimin’s eyes spring to the alpha’s face, “excuse me?”

“We were fine until we came here,” Yoongi gestures at the corridor, “we were fine until you talked to Taemin—”

“Don’t fucking tell me we were fine!” Jimin roars, “we were never fine. Fuck being fine, you and I were never ‘we,’ to begin with! Don’t blame this on Taehyung or Taemin! They have nothing to do with the fact that I feel suffocated around you, and Tae just made me realise, I shouldn’t have to keep feeling this way!”

Yoongi’s eyes search his face, “so, that’s it? What about the baby?”

“We can co-parent without being in each other’s business!” Jimin hisses, “I thought I could do this, but no. I can’t do this anymore, Yoongi. I can’t go back home to you anymore. I can’t… I want to find a home for myself. I want to build a family, and I have dreams that you’ll never have. I kept lying to myself, but for how long?! We want different things from life! It’s better if we stop trying to force each other and just accept the fact that we’re on two different paths. I know you have, it was just me fooling myself. Now I want to stop, too.”

“Or, maybe you just stop listening to Taehyung and decide for yourself,” Yoongi snaps, “can’t we talk? This is about us—”

Jimin laughs, “again, there is no ‘us,’ Yoongi, and what talk? We never talk. Whenever we face a problem, you fuck me until I can’t think about that problem and we move on like there was no problem to begin with. I’m done being your fleshlight! I am done. I can’t do this anymore. I want to be happy. I’ll…” his eyes shift all over Yoongi’s face, “I’ll never be happy with you. We both know that from past experiences. So just… if you respect me even a little bit, let me go.”

“You wanted us to be in this together!” Yoongi reaches to grasp his elbow to pull him closer, “you can’t leave like this! You can’t back away from your own words!”

“I can,” Jimin shoves him away, “I am. I was out of my mind. What can you possibly show me, Yoongi? What can you possibly be for me? Why would you change for me? Give me a reason! Tell me what you would show me? Why?”

Yoongi grits his teeth, “angel, let’s go home and then let’s talk—”

“Let me rephrase that for you,” Jimin smirks, “let’s go home so you can fuck my brains out to make me forget everything. I know why you think it’ll work. It’s been working so far, not going to lie, I did make myself quite cheap for you, but no more!” Jimin holds up his hand, “I want an out.”

“Jimin—”

“Don’t turn into another Choi in my life, Min Yoongi,” Jimin whispers, watching how Yoongi’s eyes widen and colour drains from his face, “let me go.”

The effect is immediate. Jimin can see it the way Yoongi’s eyes avert, and the alpha takes an instinctive step back as if burned. Yoongi’s mouth opens with silent words that never find a voice. Those eyes flicker up to search Jimin’s face as if Yoongi can’t believe what Jimin just said.

Then the alpha’s expression changes and in front of Jimin’s eyes, Yoongi goes back to being the alpha Jimin met all those months ago at that party. Impassive face and empty eyes.

Yoongi steps aside to let Jimin pass. Jimin hesitates for a blink of an eye and then storms past him. Hitting his shoulder with Yoongi’s in the process.

Taehyung is waiting by the elevator. Jimin follows him inside.

“I’ll just go home,” Jimin murmurs.

“Come with me,” Taehyung wraps his arm around Jimin, “we can pack your stuff up and you don’t have to go back to that place—”

“No,” Jimin pulls away from Taehyung, “I want to do it myself. I want to fix my life myself and stop relying on others to do it for me. I need to do this myself.”

Taehyung looks like he wants to protest but he holds himself back, “at least let me drive you back.”

Jimin doesn’t protest to that. He follows Taehyung out of the elevator. Taehyung calls Jungkook to inform him that he is leaving the party and sighs, murmuring something under his breath to whatever Jungkook says over the line.

Jimin follows Taehyung to his car. The omega takes another look at him and starts the car.

── .✦

“Call me whenever,” Taehyung insists when Jimin steps out of his car, “I can arrange your move. You don’t have to worry about that. As your best friend, I can do this much.”

Jimin sighs, “I’ll call. Don’t worry.”

He waves and steps back from the car. Taehyung smiles at him and, with a last wave, the omega steers the car towards the exit.

Jimin takes one long look at the car and turns away to go inside. He goes past the security guards who have developed a habit of bowing to him whenever they see him. Jimin hurries to the elevator.

He pauses as soon as he walks inside the penthouse. The living room welcomes him in its dark and quiet manner. The entire place is a little too cold.

‘Has it always been this way?’ Jimin wonders. There is no answer to that.

He looks around the living room, and he can see different versions of himself in this place. One is getting fucked on the couch. One is eating lunch or dinner, cuddled up to their version of Yoongi. One is giggling as he unpacks because his version of Yoongi said something stupid. Another is talking with animated gestures while his version of Yoongi listens with his chin on his hand and a small smile twitching the corners of his lips.

Jimin’s eyes fill with tears. He can almost hear all those Jimins and Yoongis in the room. He can follow them with his eyes and recall all the memories now he will carry with him. Even after he leaves this place. Even after he starts to forget the interior of this place, he will remember all those versions of himself here.

He will remember all those versions of himself when he was happy here. In peace. Built a home here because he was delusional like that.

Jimin hugs himself. His stomach feels uneasy. There is a twist deep in his guts. He can’t seem to untangle it, no matter how hard he tries.

Jimin wipes his eyes, marches towards the bedroom while shrugging out of his coat and dumps it on his way there. Goes for the vest next. He leaves behind a trail of clothes, and when he finally reaches the bedroom, he is too nauseous to look around.

He ends up in the washroom. Bent over the toilet, vomiting his guts out. Whenever he closes his eyes, he can see Yoongi with that omega. Another wave of nausea hits him when he realises he can easily switch that omega with himself because that’s exactly how they met too.

It could’ve been that omega carrying Yoongi’s pup for him and it won’t change a thing for Yoongi.

Jimin is just that replaceable in the alpha’s life. Jimin knew that. But knowing and realising it as the only truth are two different things. Some realisations destroy a person, and Jimin is that person tonight.

 He sits there long after he is done emptying his stomach. Then he almost crawls to the bathtub. He desperately wants to wash the entire night off of him. As he is scrubbing his skin raw, he hears the melodious ring of the door opening for someone.

Jimin swallows. Knowing who it could be. He looks at the barely closed door of the washroom. He hears the footsteps and something tightens in him.

He hears how that person is dragging their feet. He hears the crash. Something is hitting the ground and breaking into pieces.

Jimin frowns. He cranes his neck to look at the door. In his rush to come here, he forgot to turn on the lights in the washroom. Thankful for the soft glow of the moon guiding him. Now he regrets it as he can’t see anything from where he is sitting in the bathtub.

When he hears another crash, Jimin gets out of the bathtub.

Is Yoongi drunk?

What is he doing?

Why—

“Yoongi!”

The shrill voice halts Jimin where he is. One hand reaching for the bathrobe hanging from a hook.

It’s not Yoongi.

He hears another crash. That person is thrashing the bedroom.

Jimin hurries to snatch the bathrobe and shrugs it on. He tiptoes towards the door and peers outside.

As soon as he does, he freezes.

The bedroom is also dark. All Jimin can see is a silhouette of a man. Stumbling and wandering around the bedroom. With…

Jimin’s heart lurches to his throat.

With a knife in his hand.

Jimin grips the edge of the door as he watches that man frantically search the bedside drawers. Using that knife to stab the pillows and tear into them. Searching for something in them.

“Yoongi!” he screams again.

“Where is it…” the man says, grabbing another pillow, “where is it?!”

Jimin flinches when the man roars. His voice wavers, he sways, but with determination and desperation, he is hoisting himself up on the bed.

Cold sweat runs down Jimin’s spine as he watches the man plunge the knife through the mattress. Over and over and over.

Jimin bites back a whimper as he watches the brutal dismembering of the bed which used to be his nest. He is so frozen, all he can do is watch that man-shaped animal thrash the place.

Jimin grips the edge of the bathroom door. Pressing himself flush against it. He looks at his phone lying near the foot of the bed. Quite a few feet from where he is. Jimin swallows, trying to think of a way to reach it.

He has to reach it. Call Yoongi. Or maybe the security. Anyone who can come upstairs—

Jimin’s entire body locks in place when he looks away from the phone and meets that animal’s eyes. Those glimmering, cold, dead eyes where the moonlight reflects like they are made of gems.

Both he and that man just stare at each other for a long moment. Then that man is scrambling off of the bed, and Jimin is slamming the door closed with a cry. He locks it from the inside with trembling hands.

Hot, molten fear clogs his throat when he hears the man slam against the door. The door vibrates with the crash. Jimin flinches back from it with a cry. His hand comes to cover his mouth. The fear has his heart beating faster and faster. There is a ring in his head, getting louder and louder with each thump coming from the door.

A shriek escapes him when he hears the metal blade slamming against the wood of the door. The man is using the knife to stab the surface. Over and over again.

Jimin scrambles to grab the bench and push it up against the door. He looks around frantically for anything heavy enough to support the door. He finds nothing. Jimin stumbles again when he hears another slam.

“Open up!” the man roars in a slurred voice, “give it to me! It’s mine, you cunt! Open up!”

Jimin almost falls in his rush to get as far away from the door as he can. Fear clogs his senses. His eyes pooling with fresh tears as he looks around helplessly. As the banging continues, Jimin goes inside the shower stall and closes the glass door. Locking it and grabbing the shower head for dear life. He stands there, trying to force himself to breathe.

The more the door shakes on its hinges, the more Jimin trembles inside the shower. His knuckles turn white with the force he is using to hold onto the shower head. Knowing it might not save him but he has nothing else with him.

Jimin closes his eyes when the bench screeches on the marble floor. The hinges creaking.

Hot tears run down his cheeks, and Jimin is trying not to cry out with each stab of the knife against the hardwood.

The man outside is using animalistic force. He is pounding the door with everything he has in him.

‘Munchkin,’ Jimin thinks to himself, ‘we got this. Okay? Papa got this.’

He wraps an arm around his stomach as if to assure the pup everything is fine, while he knows he is no match for the person outside. That person didn’t look sane to him. Those eyes had something unnerving in them.

Jimin doesn’t get to dwell on those things now. Not when he hears the loud crack. The hinges are giving away. Jimin presses himself against the tiles. His eyes are stuck on the door that creaks, giving away from the top. A few more slams and it swings open with a crash, slamming against the wall as the bench topples over with a loud noise.

A cry escapes Jimin’s mouth. His hands are gripping the shower head and holding it forward.

The man looks at him from where he stands. The knife is now bloody, and his own palm crimson red. He is standing there, just a few feet away from Jimin, with the knife grasped in his hand and pointed at Jimin.

‘Yoongi…’ Jimin’s mind races as he takes the name like a prayer, his heart slamming against his ribcage with each escalating beat, ‘Yoongi, please.’

“Where is it?” the man whispers, “where did you hide it, you fucking bitch!” The man takes a step forward, ready to jump over the toppled bench and come for Jimin—

“Papa!”

Jimin’s wide eyes spring from the man to Yoongi behind him. The man whirls around to face Yoongi who turns on the light in the bedroom.

Jimin doesn’t get the time to feel relieved. Not when the man raises his knife and charges towards Yoongi.

With a cry of Yoongi’s name, Jimin is getting out of the shower. He moves over the bench in his desperation to protect Yoongi and watches with horror as the man brings the knife down as he nears the alpha.

“Where is it?!” he screams.

Yoongi grabs the man’s wrist, twisting it, “calm the fuck down!” he roars, prying the knife out of the man’s hand with a harsh yank, “what the fuck are you doing here?!” he shoves the man away, watching him crash against the bed, “what the fuck—”

“H-he won’t give it t-to me!” the man fumbles, turning around to look at Yoongi with wide, disoriented eyes, “and, I need it… now!”

Yoongi looks at the knife on the floor. It’s bloodied. He looks back at his papa. Then he looks at Jimin. His eyes hold so much worry, Jimin feels it physically. The alpha briskly walks up to him. His hands move to cup Jimin’s face to pull him closer.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi whispers while his hands restlessly roam all over Jimin to make sure he is fine, “fuck, angel, are you okay? I’m so sorry—”

“I killed your appa.”

Jimin watches Yoongi freeze midway. He freezes himself. His eyes go from Yoongi to that man. Yoongi’s ‘papa.’

“Wh—” Yoongi turns, “what did you say?”

Jimin takes an instinctive step forward when he hears how hollow Yoongi sounds.

The man swallows. By the look of it, the fight has left his body. He sits on his ass on the floor, leaning against the footrest of the destroyed bed. His hands tremble as he uses them to pull his legs up to his chest. Hugging them closer.

“I…stabbed h-him,” he says with his eyes focused on that knife on the floor, “w-with that.”

Yoongi takes another step towards him, “you… stabbed him?”

Jimin looks at the knife with newfound horror now. His entire body feels numb. He looks at the knife and back at that man.

“He won’t give me…” the man stutters, “he…won’t give me the stash.”

He lets out a delirious giggle, “so, I…” he tilts his head to the side with those same, unfocused eyes, “stabbed him. Sta-stabbed him until he bled and he kept taking your name…” those empty eyes find Yoongi, “so… I thought you hid the stash. Where is it?”

Yoongi unceremoniously drops to his knees a few feet away from that man, much to Jimin’s horror, “you… stabbed him…?”

That man’s head bobs as if on its own accord, “stabbed until he stopped calling for you.” his face crumbles with disgust, “until he…he stopped. His voice…until I stopped hearing his voice.”

Yoongi just sits there. His eyes glued on that man. His papa.

His papa also sits there. Murmuring about how he stabbed his own husband until he stopped talking.

Jimin stands there. Unsure of what to do. Unable to form a coherent thought.

“Where’s the stash?” his papa asks again, “where…” his nails dig onto his legs, looking around the room until he finds Jimin, “where is it? You’re his new bitch, aren’t you?!” saliva foams in his mouth as he spits, “you fucking hid it! Give it to me!”

Jimin goes stiff where he was standing. Those unfocused eyes catch a glint in them, and that man is moving. On his hands and knees. Ready to stand up.

Yoongi moves before he can. He grabs his father by the shoulders and flings him onto the bed. Both of them watch him roll and crash against the headrest. Knocking the bedside lamp off with his flailing legs.

Yoongi grabs Jimin’s wrist then, yanking him closer to himself. Before Jimin knows anything, Yoongi is dragging him out of that room. Locking the door behind them and almost running out of there to lock the main door. He punches the code for the elevator and goes in with Jimin still in his arms.

Jimin shivers when Yoongi shrugs out of his blazer and wraps it around him. The elevator door opens, and the security chief looks at them in alarm. Everyone going on high alert.

“Lock the place up,” Yoongi says, guiding Jimin to a chair to help him sit, “call the Min mansion and check on my appa.”

“Your papa just came in a few minutes ago,” the chief says, eyeing Jimin with worry.

“You shouldn’t have let him up,” Yoongi roars.

The chief looks a little uncomfortable, “sir, you didn’t tell us not to. He was always allowed, and—”

“Stop making excuses and do as I say!” Yoongi rubs his hands down his face, “also, send a few of your men upstairs. Make sure he can’t leave or doesn’t harm himself.”

Then Yoongi turns to Jimin. Walks closer and takes a hold of Jimin’s chin. Jimin looks up when the alpha makes him tilt his head.

“Are you okay?” Yoongi’s voice cracks a little.

Jimin’s throat bobs as he tries not to break down. Yoongi probably reads it on his face anyway. His own eyes pool with tears.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” the alpha whispers, “I promised you’ll be safe here…”

Jimin hugs himself. The blazer around him a comfort he doesn’t want to acknowledge. The alpha’s scent calming his frayed nerves just as it always does.

“I’m fine,” he says, looking away from Yoongi.

Yoongi lets go of his face and turns to the man who called his name.

“Your father is found dead in his mansion,” the security chief says with a grim expression, “stabbed to death.”

Jimin’s hand flies to grasp onto Yoongi’s wrist. He waits for Yoongi to break down. For the alpha to lose his calm.

Yoongi doesn’t break down. He doesn’t lose his calm. He just looks at the man, and his hand wraps around Jimin’s to hold onto him.

“Oh,” he says under his breath, “and…” he points at the elevator, “he did it?”

“The police are just reaching the mansion, but yes,” the chief nods, “your papa did it according to the servant who found the body.”

“Then he drove here,” another security guard says, as if to himself, “for…” he looks at Yoongi.

Jimin feels the cold wave rushing down his spine as he looks at Yoongi. His papa killed his appa and then came here with the same knife. In search of Yoongi. With that knife…

Jimin’s grip on Yoongi’s hand tightens. Yoongi swallows.

“We’ll take care of it, sir,” the security chief’s blank expression cracks with sympathy and sadness, “you should stay here. You both look pretty shaken.”

Jimin almost drags Yoongi to sit beside him on the other empty chairs. Yoongi flops onto it. His eyes on the entrance.

Jimin doesn’t let go of Yoongi’s hand, and Yoongi doesn’t pull away either.

── .✦

Jimin loses the sense of time as he sits there in his robe, and the blazer thrown over it. With his hand secure in Yoongi’s hold. Police spill into the lobby, now asking Yoongi questions. Some went up to the penthouse to get his papa. Yoongi is answering them in a drained voice while Jimin just sits there. Both of them are too shellshocked to even understand what is going on.

That is, until their friends come through the entrance. All of them run over to them. Taehyung wraps Jimin in his arms with chanted gratitude that he is fine, in the process making Jimin let go of Yoongi’s hand. Namjoon and Hoseok bend forward to be on the same line of sight with Yoongi so the alpha would look at them and they can make sure he is fine.

Jungkook and Jin stand behind them. Worried eyes moving from Jimin to Yoongi.

Yoongi stands up when two constables drag his papa out of the elevator. The man is limp in their hold. His head bowed forward. He looks unconscious.

“He tried to hurt himself,” one police officer says, holding up a hand to stop Yoongi from getting closer, “we stopped him on time, but we need to take him into our custody. Right now, we’re taking him to the hospital. He killed Mr. Min. There will be a legal enquiry. I’d suggest you contact your lawyer, sir.”

Yoongi nods without a word. His eyes stuck on his papa.

Jimin watches the police drag the omega away and Yoongi just stand there.

“His father’s body is taken for postmortem,” Namjoon mumbles to them, “the media already got a whiff of this. They will swim the mansion and this place soon.”

“We need to do something,” Jungkook looks at Yoongi and back at Jimin, “maybe they can come to our place—”

“No,” Hoseok shakes his head, “you two have a pup to look after. It’ll be too hectic,” he looks at Jimin and back at Yoongi, “I’ll take them to my house.”

“I’m coming with you,” Taehyung says with determination, “Mimi needs someone to be with him right now.”

“Ridiculous,” Jin waves his hand, “Taegguk will search for you if he wakes up and doesn’t see you. You know how attached he is to you. I’ll be there for Jimin. You and Jungkook go back—”

All Jimin can focus on is Yoongi.

Standing a few feet away from them. All alone. His eyes stuck on the door through which his papa was dragged out. Jimin’s chest tightens the more he looks at the alpha. Namjoon walks up to Yoongi, placing a hand on his shoulder. Yoongi blinks, as if he forgot the others existed around him. He looks over at Namjoon, and Jimin sees the way Yoongi’s eyes water.

Namjoon’s face crumbles with sadness too. He is pulling Yoongi in his arms. Hugging the alpha close to him, Yoongi buries his face against Namjoon’s chest.

Hoseok joins them, wrapping himself around the two of them. He says something against Yoongi’s nape that has the alpha nodding.

They break the hug after a minute or so. Yoongi wipes his eyes and finally looks over at Jimin. Jimin is quick to look away. He feels like he was intruding somehow. He tries to understand what Taehyung and Jin are still bickering about when Yoongi walks over to them.

“I’ll have to go to the police station for some formalities,” Yoongi says in a hoarse voice, “you…”

“He’s coming with me and Jungkook,” Taehyung wraps a protective arm around Jimin, “we got him.”

Namjoon’s jaw tightens at Taehyung’s tone, “yeah, maybe you let Jimin decide where he wants to be.”

Taehyung glares at Namjoon, “I think he hurt himself enough deciding what he wants,” his lips curl, “it’s time someone steps in and takes care of him because people clearly keep failing.”

Jimin’s eyes stay on Yoongi who looks drained. He looks like he has aged a hundred years in just a few hours. Yoongi catches him looking and looks back at him. Jimin can’t bring himself to look away this time. They hold eye eye-contact until Yoongi’s eyes shift. Go from his face to all over him. As if making sure Jimin hasn’t hurt himself.

“Jimin will be fine with me,” Jin says in a calm voice when Taehyung tries to protest, “you need to look after your own pup. Don’t take too much responsibility when we’re here.”

“I’ll go with you,” Namjoon tells Yoongi, “come on.”

Yoongi hesitates. His eyes linger on Jimin. As if the alpha wants to say something. Jimin holds his breath when those lips part.

“I…” Yoongi’s voice is barely audible, too rough around the edges, “I’m so sorry.”

Jimin knows what Yoongi is sorry for. The alpha promised Jimin would be safe here, and tonight he was not. Jimin shakes his head. He wants to say it’s not Yoongi’s fault, but Namjoon is taking a hold of Yoongi’s hand, and Yoongi is stumbling back.

He looks like he wants to stay by Jimin’s side. Make sure Jimin is fine with his own eyes. Jimin also wants that. Something stirs in his stomach with each step Yoongi takes away from him. An unease that he can’t decipher.

Yoongi swallows, “I’m sorry.”

Jimin grips the armrest of the chair where he is. He opens his mouth to ask the alpha if he should come with him. He wants to go with the alpha. Be near him. He is too shaken and all he wants is to curl up in Yoongi’s arms for some godforsaken reason. Yet, he can’t bring himself to say it.

All he can manage is looking at Yoongi as Namjoon almost drags him out of there. Jimin looks away when Yoongi is out of sight. He sits and lets Taehyung’s words wash over him. He sits and lets the others decide where he should go.

At the end, Jin and Hoseok guide him to Jin’s car. Taehyung and Jungkook closely following. He gets inside. All of them groan when the security informs them about the media waiting outside the building’s gate.

Jimin pulls the curtain on his side of the window, leaning against it with his eyes closed. Hoseok starts the car. Jin assures him everything will be fine.

Only if Jimin could make himself believe him.

── .✦ ── .✦

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The next day is a whirlpool of media gathering around Jin’s building. Waiting for Jimin’s statement. The constant ringing of Jimin’s phone which he ignores until it’s his mother. She insists on coming to see him and Jimin has to beg her not to. He doesn’t want her to get involved in this mess. Doesn’t want the media to get a whiff of her or finally meet her as she has always stayed out of the limelight.

Jimin talks to his doctor over a video call. Explaining everything and asking if he should do some check-ups for the pup. Jin and Hoseok stay around him. Jimin can’t help but notice how worried Hoseok is for him, too. The alpha is hovering at the threshold of the guest room as Jin frets over him. Taehyung comes over the next day with Taegguk strapped to him.

He sits with Jimin while Taegguk sleeps in the middle of the bed. Jin joins them with three mugs of tea. Hoseok leaves them some snacks before going out of the room again.

Jimin takes a small sip of the tea and finally gathers enough courage to ask, “where is he?”

The two omegas share a look.

Jimin sighs, “just tell me.”

“He went to the mansion to fulfil some formalities,” Taehyung looks away, “Jungkook said he will meet his papa after that. His papa pleaded guilty, by the way.”

“Already?” Jin whispers.

Taehyung nods, “apparently, he was facing withdrawals. He takes some type of substance and last night, I guess, Mr. Min was either stopping him or hiding it from him. I don’t know. That made him lose his mind.”

Jimin hugs himself. He feels too cold.

“What a fucked up family,” Jin murmurs, “I wonder what Yoongi must be feeling going back to his childhood home that’s just a ghost town now.”

Taehyung shakes his head with sadness, “not only that but he has to witness whatever happens to his papa now. Knowing his papa is the reason his appa is dead. I can’t even imagine what he must be feeling.”

Jimin looks at a sleeping Taegguk. He keeps looking at that peaceful face until Jin and Taehyung’s words lose all their meaning in his head.

Until all he can feel is his arms wrapped around his own belly, and all he sees is Taegguk’s peaceful face.

── .✦

The lawyer tells him he is allowed to meet his papa. Yoongi doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to know what happened last night. He saw his father’s body when the police called him in to officially identify it before they signed the paperwork. He counted the stabbing wounds. Nine in total. His papa stabbed his appa nine times. Kept stabbing until his appa stopped resisting or talking.

Yoongi can’t seem to stop thinking about the bloody wounds all over his appa’s body.

He is glad his family name makes it possible for him to meet his papa in a secluded room and not in the common room for all the visitors. Yoongi walks in and watches his father sitting behind the desk. His wrists are cuffed to the table’s legs so he can’t reach over it for Yoongi.

His papa looks drained now. Calm. Those eyes shift to find him, and they are familiar now. Empty, cold and eerie. Just as Yoongi remembers them.

Yoongi takes those few steps to go and sit on the chair across from his papa. The constable stands near the door with the gun strapped to him. Just in case.

Yoongi sits and watches his papa without uttering a single word.

He tries to match this man with the person of his childhood. He has only a few good memories with his papa. In most of them he’d teach Yoongi how to play the grand piano they still have in their living room. He’d tell Yoongi that music frees a person. A man who can create music is god’s favourite because music narrates stories people spend their entire lives trying to talk about. Yoongi remembers how his papa would pat his back with a small smile as he’d play the piano.

He also remembers how his papa once slapped him across the face for not learning a composition as quickly as he’d have liked. He remembers his papa going from impatient to angry in a few minutes. Snapping at him, shouting at him that he is worth nothing and how he’ll never be anything worthy.

He remembers his appa dragging papa away from him as he curled in on himself under the piano.

.

.

“Why did you do it?” Yoongi whispers now, the only question lingering in his head, “after all these years… why now?”

He expected this. He knew his appa and papa were going to end up somewhere like this. He grew up fearing this and then expecting this, and some days… he prayed for this.

Yet, when it really happened… Yoongi is not sure how to digest it.

“Do you mourn him?” his papa wonders in a rough but amused voice.

Yoongi thinks about it.

Does he mourn his appa? He was kind to Yoongi for a very specific reason. Yoongi was his only heir. His way of carrying the Min family forward. Yoongi was his pride. His example of a great upbringing, according to only him. Nothing else. Yoongi was looked after and treasured but… not loved.

Yoongi shrugs, “isn’t that expected of me?”

His papa’s lips twist, “of course you do. You were always closer to him,” those eyes barely conceal the disgust, “his blood. He made sure I was purely his until you were born. So you’re not tinted.”

Yoongi blinks. Confused.

“What do you mean…?”

His papa snorts, “you think I killed him because he denied me my drugs? No. He didn’t deny me anything,” his lips curl to show off his bare teeth, “if I didn’t kill him, he would’ve killed me.”

Yoongi goes quiet. Not sure what to say to that.

He doesn’t have to say anything. His father continues.

“We married for love. At least, I did,” he chuckles, “I was the only son of my parents. The sole heir of the Kim Entertainments. Your father and I were in love when we married. My father passed his business to me to retire after my mother passed away, and I was such a great fit for it… I was doing so well,” those eyes have a faraway look in them, as if he can see the past in front of his eyes, “I had a flourishing career. Loving husband. Doting parents. That was until my father died. I was pregnant by then. Carrying you. Your father was a perfect husband. Took such great care of me. Then you were born. Healthy and beautiful. I was so happy…”

Yoongi uncomfortably shifts on his seat. Unsure of where this rambling is going.

His papa blinks, “your father hired a few nannies for you when I said I should stay with you until you’re at least starting to walk or something. He agreed and took over the business. I’d just check the files he’d bring home and he’ll take care of everything else. Things were going good until one day he came home and told me a few clients were coming home to discuss a deal. I didn’t mind. Apparently, they wanted to meet me. Talk to me as it was my company. I got ready to welcome them. They came with your father. Four alphas. We settled in the study. Discussing the project. Your father carried in some snacks and drinks. As I drank from it, I started to feel dizzy…”

Yoongi feels the chill seep through his toes, spreading up his legs and then his guts to his chest and slowly up till his brain. He freezes on the spot as his papa continues talking.

His papa’s eyes gloss over, “soon, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was tied to the desk. Naked. I tried to look around, scream, search for your father… but I couldn’t move. I was awake but I couldn’t move,” his eyes water, “I looked down to see one of those men was hovering over me. He looked at me and grinned. I realised he was fucking me.”

Yoongi’s nails dig into his thighs.

“Your father…” his papa’s eyes water further, “I caught a glimpse of your father and he came over to tell me, they were his friends. They wanted a ‘taste’ of me.”

Yoongi shifts on his seat. He tries to tell his papa to stop talking. The air in the room starts to feel too thick. Yoongi tries to breathe through the clog in his throat. Someone is tightening their grasp around his neck as his father keeps talking.

“Told me, it was just sex and it’s okay, he still loved me,” tears rolled down his eyes, “and I just lay there. Couldn’t do anything as those four men took turns raping me. Then they signed the deal. One signed with his cock still buried in me.”

His papa snorts, “after they left, your father untied me and then turned me on my stomach to fuck me himself. To celebrate the ‘win’ I got him. You know what he celebrated?”

Those eyes find Yoongi and Yoongi has to look away.

“He transferred all my property under his name that night. Those friends were the shareholders.”

Yoongi lets out a choked breath.

His papa looks down at his trembling hands, “your father started to bring his friends and associates home after that night. Every time he’d bring them home, he’d inject some substance into my system. I’d be too high to resist the alphas who’d take turns fucking me. I think they loved the idea of fucking one of the richest omegas in this country. Enjoy the thrill of knowing they can dominate someone of my title. Your father would sit and watch them throw me around like a ragdoll. He will join them some days. Some days, he’d just sit and jerk off as they almost tore me on their cocks.”

Yujun shivers, “I conceived a few times after that. Your father took care of it. Made sure you’re the only heir of the Mins because, of course, he didn’t want another pup from my ‘dirty’ self.”

Yoongi can barely breathe. All he can do is stare at his papa as Yujun talks. He is seeing his papa in a new light, and suddenly he is not sure if he wants to look further or just close his eyes.

“He’d give me that substance only when he brought home people to use me,” Yujun snorts, “he got me addicted to the substances and made me so dependent on them, I started needing them. He made sure I knew I’ll only get the drugs if I agree to let his guests use me. So…” those tears dribble down his cheeks, “I’d beg for more. I’d do everything in my power to please those ‘visitors’ because at that point, I needed the substances in my system. After the alphas would leave, your father would clean me up and tell me I did so well. Tell me it’s just sex. It doesn’t mean anything. He still loves me. I’d cry to him and beg him to free me. I’d ask him why he did that to me, and he’d say sex was not sacred to him. He didn’t attach any values to sex.” He snorts, “he’d tell me every omega should know their place, and it’s on an alpha’s cock. Pleasing an alpha.”

Yoongi feels nauseous. Suddenly, it’s not Yujun sitting in front of him. Suddenly, it’s not him across from Yujun.

It’s his pup in his place and Yujun’s place… it’s Jimin.

As Yujun starts to speak, Yoongi sees Jimin talking.

“He said he liked watching me get fucked. Helplessly begging for cocks because that’s what an omega is at his core. A whore. He said he got bored with me, and this way I was bringing him profit. He would take me to bed and some days, leave me there to come down from the high all by myself. But some days he’d stay. He’d ignore my protests and fuck me and leave me all dirty and drained in that room.”

Yoongi closes his eyes, trying not to throw up as Yujun continues speaking.

“It got worse with time. I was so addicted, I could barely stay conscious for the sex. If those alphas weren’t satisfied, he’ll come back to punish me. Beat me up for being a burden on him. He’d deny me the drugs. I needed it to live by then. I’d beg him. I’d say I’d do anything and the next time I’ll do everything to please those alphas so he will give me the drugs. Some days those alphas will take turns injecting me with the drugs. Enjoy my desperation as I hop from one cock to another. As years went by, your father won’t even stay with me while the alphas fucked me. Some would just show up with the drugs I took, and I’d let them use me. Just so I can have the substance for myself. I’d beg them to fuck me. I got worse with each passing day, and there was no right or wrong for me anymore. All because of that man,” Yujun’s voice rises, and he glares at Yoongi, “your father. He ruined me and lived a blissful life on my expense. Him and you…” he bares his teeth again, wrists struggling to be free from the cuffs, “you, his son… you hate me, don’t you? You never tried to find out what was wrong with me. You just went with your father, became a newer version of him. Of course, you did. You’re his son. An alpha!”

Yoongi leans back on his chair to stay as far away from his papa as he can. He recoils under Yujun’s glare. His words cut deep and Yoongi can’t seem to breathe.

“You’ll be just like him!” Yujun snarls, startling the guard near the door, “just like him! I pity the omega you’ll marry. I know the whore of the Min mansion will be replaced when you marry. You’ll follow your father’s footsteps,” Yujun struggles against the cuffs, standing up in his rage, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree! You’re just like him! I pity the omega who’d be with you! Carry your pup—” the constable comes running, grabbing Yujun by his shoulders and forcing him to sit, “you’ll also sell his body for your profit or simply because you can. You’ll also take pleasure in seeing him hop from one cock to another because you’re just as sick as your father! No difference! You’re just like your father! You also think every omega is a whore for you to use. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—”

Yoongi stumbles out of the chair. Falls to his knees in the process. He almost crawls away from that screaming, thrashing man in that constable’s hold.

He pushes himself up by grabbing the handle of the door and swings it open to walk outside.

“You’ll also sit and watch your friends rape your omega because why not?!” Yujun screams behind him, “because sex is not sacred to you—”

Yoongi doubles over. Emptying his already empty stomach before his vision blurs and his legs give out underneath him.

── .✦

“Oh, okay,” Hoseok is talking when Jimin walks out of the room, “yeah, that’s fine. Tell him we’re here. If he wants to talk, we’re right here. I get it,” Hoseok pinches the bridge of his nose, “of course, Namjoon. I’d suggest you take him with you. He shouldn’t be alone right now.”

Jimin walks forward to stand in front of Hoseok who stutters as soon as he sees Jimin.

“Y-yeah, I’ll call you later,” Hoseok cuts the call, “did you need anythi—”

“How’s he?” Jimin ignores Hoseok’s question, “where is he now?”

Hoseok shifts on his feet, “Jimin…”

“Tell me,” Jimin insists, “be honest with me. Where is he?”

“Namjoon picked him up from the police station where his papa is. He fainted and the police called Namjoon as that was his last dialled number. So…”

“Where is he now?” Jimin whispers.

“Namjoon is taking him back to his place,” Hoseok doesn’t match Jimin’s eyes, “he thinks that’s better—”

“Take me there.”

Hoseok’s eyes widen. Then the alpha is looking over Jimin’s shoulder at the room where Taehyung is feeding Taegguk and back at the kitchen where Jin is cooking something.

“That’s not a great idea,” Hoseok starts slowly, as if anticipating Jimin’s outburst, “I think Namjoon being with him is enough. You should rest. You’re pregnant, and—”

“I’m pregnant with his child,” Jimin’s teeth grind against each other, “and either you take me to him or I’ll go there myself. I know where Namjoon lives. Remember?”

That has Hoseok’s eyes going to his feet. The tips of his ears turning red. The alpha shifts on his feet.

“Jin and Taehyung will never let you go to him,” Hoseok whispers, “it’s not a good idea, Jimin, I really think you should just rest here.”

“I’ll go by myself then,” Jimin turns to leave and Hoseok is rounding on him.

“Fine, fine,” the alpha holds up his hands, “I’ll take you. Just… you need to wear something else,” he gestures at Jimin who is still in his robe and Yoongi’s blazer.

“Where are you taking him?” Jin asks from where he is in the kitchen.

Hoseok winces, “he wants to go to Yoongi.”

“What?” Jin drops the spatula and walks around the counter, “Jimin, we talked about this. That’s not a good idea. Right now…”

Jimin turns on his heels to go back to Jin’s bedroom. He ignores Taehyung’s curious eyes and yanks the omega’s wardrobe open. Without a second thought Jimin grabs the first shirt he sees and pulls off a denim shorts before going to the washroom to change.

He shrugs on Yoongi’s blazer over the shirt and walks out to a determined Taehyung, worried Jin and awkward Hoseok.

“You’re not going to him,” Taehyung points a finger at him, “you’re fucking out of your damn mind if you think—”

“I need to see him,” Jimin walks towards the door, “and you can’t stop me.”

“Yes, I can!” Taehyung grabs his wrist, “Mimi, that man almost got you killed. His fucking family and he are bad news for you—”

“Tae,” Jimin looks at Taehyung, jaw clenched, “this is my personal matter, and this is where I want you to let me handle it. You’re not helping me right now. Please don’t make me say something I’ll regret later.”

Taehyung stares. His mouth opens and closes.

Jin rests a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder and gives it a small squeeze.

Taehyung looks at Jin and Jin nods. Taehyung lets Jimin go with hesitation.

“I’m still not feeling good about this,” he says.

Jimin swallows, “but, I want to do this and I wish, as my best friend, you would support my decision. If you can’t, that’s okay, too. I have to do this.”

Taehyung follows Jimin out of the room with Jin beside him. Hoseok grabs his keys and rushes with Jimin.

“Take care of yourself,” Taehyung grips the elevator’s door before it can close, “and don’t put yourself in harm’s way. You’re fucking pregnant!”

Jimin nods, “I won’t.”

Then the elevator’s doors are closing and Jimin is watching the floors pass by one after another.

── .✦

Namjoon opens the door when Hoseok rings the bell. He looks at Hoseok and then he notices Jimin.

“Oh,” Namjoon fumbles, “uhm… what…” he clearly looks hesitant to let Jimin in.

“He wanted to see Yoongi,” Hoseok whispers.

“Right,” Namjoon clears his throat, “Yoongi is taking a shower. He… uhm… vomited on himself and kind of fell in his own vomit. So…”

Jimin looks at the alpha and back at the apartment behind Namjoon. Namjoon steps aside to let them in when Hoseok gives him a pleading look. He gestures at the corridor leading to a few rooms.

“The last one on the left,” he murmurs.

Jimin doesn’t wait another moment. He takes off towards the said room.

Hoseok watches him go and looks at Namjoon, “is he fine?”

Namjoon shrugs, “didn’t utter a single word since I picked him up. Didn’t protest when I led him to the washroom and asked him to take a shower. Hopefully he’s fine. I don’t know…” he shifts on his feet, “how fine can one be after knowing their one father stabbed the other to death?”

Hoseok shivers at the mention, “I need a smoke.”

Namjoon snorts, “me too. I couldn’t because he stopped smoking and I didn’t want to make him lapse.”

Hoseok takes a hold of Namjoon’s nape and pulls him in for a kiss, “you did well. Thank you.”

Namjoon sighs, “thank you, come on. We both need a smoke.”

Hoseok grips his wrist, “did you eat breakfast?”

Namjoon snorts, “didn’t get the time since I woke up to that phone call.”

Hoseok gives him a small smile, “let’s go downstairs to the café and have something to eat. Come on.”

“They…?” Namjoon looks over his shoulder.

“They,” Hoseok shrugs, “have each other.”

── .✦

Jimin walks in on Yoongi in a jogger. Rubbing a towel on his wet hair. Yoongi looks through the mirror when the door opens and freezes when he sees Jimin.

Jimin also freezes where he is. Unsure of what to say.

Yoongi turns around to look at him, “what are you doing here?”

Jimin walks inside, letting the door close behind him. He wants to ask how Yoongi is feeling. He wants to ask if the alpha is doing okay. He wants to ask if everything is going to be fine with his papa or not. He wants to ask what went wrong with his papa and appa. He wants to ask if Yoongi is feeling better or not…

He ends up asking nothing.

He just takes those few steps to walk over to Yoongi who watches him with an unreadable expression. Jimin searches that face as if he will see the answers written there. Somehow know how Yoongi is feeling or what went down at the police station.

Yoongi doesn’t let him look for too long. The alpha looks away. He grabs the t-shirt from the bed and wears it. Dumps the towel on the floor.

“The police are monitoring my place right now,” the alpha combs a hand through his damp hair, “so we can’t go back there. I know you want to move out but you might have to wait a little longer—”

“How are you?”

Jimin’s question has Yoongi pausing. The alpha’s eyes shift to him and then away from him. As if Yoongi can’t match his eyes. As if the alpha doesn’t want to look at him.

“I’m fine,” Yoongi shrugs, “I’m surprised that it took them so long to reach this point. I expected this to happen way earlier.”

Jimin’s hand comes to rest on Yoongi’s chest and Yoongi physically recoils. He steps back as if burned. Jimin flinches, pulling his hand back with wide, startled eyes.

“I…” Yoongi licks his chapped lips, “I think you should stay with Taehyung and Jungkook for the time being. It’ll be better if you—”

“Yoongi,” Jimin whispers.

Yoongi goes quiet. His eyes close for a second to absorb the way Jimin takes his name, and his head bows. Jimin holds his breath as he waits for the alpha to speak. Maybe a cocky remark or a snarky reply, or maybe a condescending laugh or a smug roll of his eyes—

Jimin’s heart lodges itself in his throat when he sees the tears roll down Yoongi’s cheeks. Cling to the alpha’s chin before dropping one after another.

“Yoon—” Jimin takes an instinctive step forward and freezes when Yoongi shakes his head.

“Don’t touch me, angel,” his words are heavy between them, those eyes stay averted “don’t tarnish yourself. I’m not…” his teeth sink onto his lower lip, “don’t come close to me. Taehyung was right. You were right,” he turns away with a hollow laugh, “I break beautiful things.”

Jimin’s hands ball in fists beside him. He can’t seem to look away from the alpha’s tense back. He can’t not notice Yoongi’s dimmed scent. He can’t forget how haunted those eyes looked. How pale the alpha looked. Like a ghost of who Yoongi used to be.

“I’m not a thing,” he whispers to Yoongi in a tight voice, “people are not things.”

Yoongi picks up the towel to twist it in his hands, “I break people too. I’ll break you,” he looks over at Jimin’s general direction, not matching his eyes, “I keep praying that I didn’t already.”

“Why are you talking like this?” Jimin steps closer in his urgency, the unsettling fear looming over him, “what’s wrong—”

“I’m so sorry,” Yoongi’s eyes shift to catch his for a brief second before shifting away and Jimin sees how vulnerable and troubled the alpha’s eyes are, “for everything,” tears glisten on his pale cheeks, “for the way I treated you. For the way I treated every omega, for the way I nursed this resentment for them in my heart… for not caring enough about others’ feelings. For not trying harder to know what people around me were feeling… for being so fucking selfish,” Yoongi squeezes the towel in his hand with a sniffle, “I kept taking because I thought the universe owed that to me. I kept snatching the things I wanted because I was so angry with the world for everything that I was denied growing up. I never stopped to ask what the fuck did I do to deserve better things?” he shrugs with a hopeless laugh, “nothing. I turned hostile, bitter and selfish instead of trying to understand what went wrong. What I could’ve fixed about myself, maybe. I didn’t fix anything; instead, I turned into the same monster who terrorised and vandalised my entire life. And, in all that…”

Yoongi finally looks at Jimin’s face and properly takes him in. Those eyes finally go from lost to focused. Too focused. To a point, they are like blades cutting through Jimin.

“I dragged you in the mess,” the alpha’s shoulders drop, “you were this blinding beauty this monster inside me craved and I sunk my ugly claws in you so fucking selfishly. Enough to leave a mark,” his eyes travel to Jimin’s stomach, his face crumbles with disgust, “enough to plant a seed of the same monstrosity in you—”

“Don’t you fucking dare call our unborn pup a monster!” Jimin marches over to grab Yoongi by the t-shirt, “don’t you dare!”

Yoongi’s eyes pool with fresh tears, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Jimin doesn’t understand the tone Yoongi uses to say that line. He doesn’t understand how quickly those eyes go empty as Yoongi says it. He smells the heartbreak and hopelessness on Yoongi and Jimin clings to the alpha. He can’t seem to step back, away from Yoongi as he probably should.

He wanted to leave the alpha and now Yoongi is giving him the chance. Why isn’t he taking it?

“You can always change,” Jimin grits his teeth, “don’t fucking tell me you’re weak enough to give up. You can always break a cycle.”

Yoongi’s eyes search his face, “do you really believe that? How can you still believe that after how I treated you?”

Jimin snorts, “because I’m carrying your pup and I want our pup to have a normal home.”

“With me around, they’ll never have a normal home,” Yoongi looks away again, “I’ll ruin them. I’ll be just like…” he trails off, his eyes find Jimin again and Yoongi crumbles, pulling away, “him. You were right when you decided you wanted to move out. I’m not meant to be around your pup.”

“Our pup,” Jimin takes a hold of Yoongi’s chin, forcing him to look at Jimin, “fucking hell, I might move out, but you’re not bailing on us! You promised!”

Yoongi shakes his head, “I’m not bailing. I’m just accepting that it’ll be better if I’m not too close to the pup. I don’t want to…” his eyes close on their own accord, as if suppressing something deep in him before he opens them to look at Jimin, “I don’t want them to be like me. Not at all, if possible.”

Jimin shakes his head, “you’re not going to end up like your papa. You’re not going to… he’s unstable—”

“Don’t,” Yoongi’s jaw hardens, fire igniting in those orbs, “don’t go there. Let’s not. He has suffered enough, let’s not bring him into this.”

Jimin’s mouth part with no words. Then he closes it. Then he takes a deep breath to compose himself.

“Whatever happened last night,” Yoongi shudders, “I failed to keep my promise. You weren’t protected. You were about to get hurt. I am sorry. I’ll try to clean up this mess as soon as I can and you don’t have to set your foot in that penthouse ever again. Just let me know where you want your things and I’ll deliver them—”

“Are you going to stay here for now?” Jimin looks around the room before looking at Yoongi.

Yoongi shrugs, “I don’t want to be a burden on Namjoon. I’ll find a hotel for now. Maybe rent a place. I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it yet.”

Jimin swallows. There is a lull in the conversation where Yoongi dumps the towel in the laundry bin. Both of them just stand in the room. Cluelessly waiting for the other to say something or do something.

Jimin tries to remember why he came here and he knows why. He needed to make sure Yoongi was fine with his own eyes. That restlessness in him demanded him to be here. Closer to the alpha. Since Yujun got so close to him, destroyed his nest and the penthouse his omega came to recognise as his safe place, Jimin has been restless. He wanted to be near the alpha who calmed him. Whose seed he carried in him and whose scent he carried on him.

Whose touches wrote promises on his skin that he was too scared to look into. Whose voice carried out the voices in Jimin’s head. Whose scent Jimin came to associate with…

Home.

Jimin shifts on his feet with the urge to get closer to Yoongi. His omega seeking the comfort of those arms around him. To settle his frayed nerves that haven’t calmed since last night.

He was with Taehyung, Jin and Hoseok, but all he felt was on edge. Flinching whenever they moved too quickly. Whenever he heard some unknown noise. Whenever their voices were louder than normal.

All he sought was Yoongi, and now that the alpha is here, he feels much better.

The thought alone brings tears to his eyes that the man who is clearly trying to cut himself off from his life still manages to bring him the peace no one else can.

Jimin hugs himself instead, “I thought it was you last night.”

Yoongi stiffens.

Jimin stutters with his eyes glued on the alpha, “it was so dark, and I heard the footsteps, I thought it was you. Then I opened the door and it was him,” a shiver runs down Jimin’s spine, “he had a knife. He almost charged forward—”

This time Yoongi moves. Moves before his brain can catch up with his heart. Moves before his brain can order his arms to stay put when his heart orders them to open and gather Jimin in them.

Yoongi follows his heart for once in his life.

Jimin comes willingly. His face burying against Yoongi’s chest as he trembles. Yoongi’s arms tighten around him, pulling him flush against his chest. His face buries against Jimin’s hair, inhaling the calming floral scent.

“I thought I’d die in that washroom,” Jimin whispers, feels Yoongi’s arms tighten further around him, “I thought our pup would die—”

“I’m so sorry,” Yoongi’s arms flex helplessly around Jimin, “fuck, angel, I am so fucking sorry. I should’ve followed you home. I stayed back to calm down a bit. I should’ve come after you. I thought you’d need some time alone. I should’ve—”

Jimin’s nose buries against the alpha’s scent-gland, “stop blaming yourself for this one. It’s not your fault.”

Yoongi shifts closer as if there is some space left for them to get closer somehow. They are flush against each other, and all Jimin can do is cling to the alpha. And he realises with a start that Yoongi is doing the same. Folding himself around Jimin to cling to him.

‘His papa stabbed his appa to death…’ a voice in Jimin’s mind whispers to him, and Jimin hugs Yoongi to himself with a sense of protectiveness flaring in him. The thought alone makes him nauseous, and Yoongi is going through that right now. It actually happened with him. He is living the nightmare Jimin can barely imagine.

“I know you want to be alone right now,” Jimin whispers, “I’m not going to take too much of your time. Just…” he inhales the alpha’s scent, feels it spread through his chest and untie the knots around his heart and lungs, “give me a second.”

Yoongi nods mutely.

‘Please don’t leave me. I need you.’

The alpha doesn’t say it out loud. He can’t be selfish anymore. He has taken so much from Jimin already. Now he can’t seek more.

This is his punishment.

Knowing who can heal him and yet not being able to reach for that person because he burned the bridges with his bare hands.

Yoongi soaks in the omega’s pheromones too. He tucks away the scent in his mind. For the days he won’t see the omega. For the hours he’d crave this scent.

Jimin pulls away first. Yoongi resists for a second before dropping his arms to let the omega go.

“I should probably go now,” Jimin takes a step back, “you’re… there must be so much work for you—”

“Did you eat something?”

Jimin freezes. He hasn’t. Barely touched the breakfast Jin put in front of him. He wonders how that’s on Yoongi’s mind right now. He wonders if the alpha…

“Did you eat something?” Jimin questions back.

Yoongi looks away with a small nod, “Namjoon made something.”

By the way the alpha says it, it doesn’t sound like he did.

“Jin hyung made something too,” Jimin says.

Yoongi looks like he doesn’t believe him either.

Jimin licks his lip, “I should go.”

Yoongi shoves his hands in his pockets, “yeah… you should.”

Jimin takes a long look at Yoongi and then turns on his feet to leave.

Yoongi reaches out to grasp Jimin’s wrist to yank him back, as if on instinct. Jimin crashes against Yoongi’s chest. His eyes stay glued on the door while the alpha’s arms come around him to pull him in a hug. The alpha’s chest flush against his back. The alpha’s nose burying against his neck. Jimin’s eyes burn.

“What are you doing?” he whispers.

Yoongi’s nose rubs over his scent-gland, “letting you go.”

Jimin leans against the chest, his legs feel too weak, “Yoongi…”

“Give me a minute, angel,” Yoongi chokes out, “I’ve been selfish all my life. It’s an effort not to be a selfish jerk right now. Just give me another second of your life.”

“I’m carrying your pup,” Jimin screws his eyes shut when tears pool in them, “I’ve given you more than a second of my life!”

Yoongi shakes his head, forehead resting on Jimin’s shoulder, “I’m so sorry. Angel, please forgive me.”

“Will you be at ease if I say I forgive you?” Jimin whispers, “is that what you want to hear?”

Yoongi says nothing.

“I forgive you,” Jimin murmurs.

He waits for the alpha to let him go now.

Yoongi doesn’t. He clings. He stays right where he was. Jimin waits. He is in no rush either. He doesn’t want to leave the alpha’s arms either.

When minutes pass with Yoongi just standing there, holding him close, Jimin breaks the silence.

“What do you want, Yoongi?” Jimin turns his head to take a look at the alpha, “what are you doing?”

“What I really want is… I want to get away from all this,” Yoongi murmurs, “away from my friends and their sympathetic looks. Away from the media hounding me wherever I go. Away from the fucking relatives who never wanted to know how I was doing, but suddenly they care to call only to feed their curiosity. Away from appa’s company’s trustee board who keep calling me so we can discuss what’s next. Just… I want to be away from everything and everyone.”

Jimin’s heart dips to his stomach. The way Yoongi says it, it’s clear that Yoongi will leave. Today or tomorrow, the alpha will leave and he can. He can take the next flight and leave this country if he wants. He can just go away and never look back.

Jimin’s heart cracks in his chest as he realises it’d be that easy to lose the alpha because they are on two different paths, and Yoongi doesn’t have to stick around.

“Okay,” Jimin tries to sound nonchalant, tries to sound composed, “then—”

“I want to take you and disappear,” Yoongi murmurs next, “I want to be alone with you and not think about all this. I just… I wish I could just take you away with me. Anywhere. Just…” those eyes match Jimin’s shocked ones and Yoongi’s voice is thin in Jimin’s ear, “I want to get lost with you.” then the alpha shrugs, looking away, “and, I know you don’t want that. Of course. I respect that. I’m not… that’s just a stupid part of me—”

Jimin’s heart soars to his mouth, and he is speaking before his brain can catch up, “okay.”

“What?” Yoongi looks shocked, perplexed.

Jimin turns to face him, “take me somewhere we can get lost for the time being. I’d like that too.”

Yoongi’s expression is that of a puzzled man. As if trying to figure out if Jimin is joking or not. Jimin shifts on his feet. He can’t let his brain talk him out of this. Not when he wants to do this so badly. He wants to be alone with the alpha, too. Away from everyone. Away from rationality. Away from reality. Away from the what-ifs and the future. Just them and no one else. Not even their own thoughts.

It might be irrational, but he wants it and he—

“Changed your mind?” he snaps impatiently, “what’re you waiting for?”

“Nothing,” Yoongi murmurs, shaking his head to physically pull himself out of the trance, “fuck, nothing! Let’s go.”

Jimin doesn’t ask where Yoongi is taking him. He doesn’t ask if they should inform someone or not. He waits for the alpha to grab his wallet and then take his hand.

Yoongi walks him out of that room. Jimin doesn’t look away from Yoongi’s back. Not even to wonder where Namjoon and Hoseok are. Not even to look around. His focus never wavers from Yoongi. Yoongi doesn’t pause to search for his friends either. He marches over to the kitchen counter and grabs the first key he sees in the bowl. Jimin follows Yoongi out without a spared glance over his shoulder at the apartment they leave behind.

Yoongi leads them to the underground parking lot and finds the car before opening the door for Jimin.

Jimin gets in and Yoongi follows.

“What about the police,” Jimin asks as they drive out of the parking lot, “won’t they want to be in contact with you?”

Yoongi shrugs, “I filled out all the forms and did the formalities. They can contact Yi Jeong or our lawyers for the time being.”

Jimin relaxes on the seat. His eyes finally move from the alpha to the passing streets.

Yoongi’s hand comes to take his. Jimin closes his eyes when their fingers lace together as if they were born to find each other. Yoongi pulls their joined hands up to press his lips against Jimin’s knuckles.

Jimin bites back a whimper that has his eyes watering with so much relief, it floods him.

Jimin tightens their hold.

For the first time since last night, he feels like he can breathe again.

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Yoongi stops the car and looks over at Jimin to see the omega fast asleep on his seat. It has been a long drive. Almost two hours. Yoongi understands the exhaustion. He looks at the omega’s peacefully sleeping face and back at the looming house behind the iron gate.

The gate opens with the security guards saluting him. Yoongi drives the car down the driveway that circles around a fountain to stop in front of the house where two more guards stand.

Yoongi gets out of the car and looks at the woman, Fionna, who comes down the stairs in a rush. Her wrinkled face goes from Yoongi to Jimin in the car who is still fast asleep. Yoongi counts more greys than black hair and sees new laugh lines than he remembers. She rests her hand on Yoongi’s cheek. A small tilt of her lips to welcome him while her eyes water.

“Yoonie,” she drags her hand down his chest, “I heard.”

Yoongi looks away from her, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Fionna nods and looks at Jimin, “your friend?”

Yoongi is not sure how to answer that question. He nervously licks his lips and looks at her before looking back at Jimin.

“He’s pregnant with my pup,” he says it and realises he said it to someone important for the first time.

“Oh!” her eyes widen and then she is looking at Jimin with full of shock and adoration, “I see.”

“Can we stay here for a few days?” Yoongi shifts on his feet, awkwardly looking at her and back at the house behind her.

Her face is nothing but kind when she nods, “it’s your house, Yoonie. You don’t have to ask my permission.”

It technically is Yoongi’s house. His grandparents retired here. It was their home. The man Yoongi never saw. Passed away when his appa was just a little boy.

His grandmother raised Yoongi’s appa and left everything in his hands after his marriage. She’d send Fionna, her personal maid, to get Yoongi during his vacations, and those were the only days Yoongi liked to recall from his childhood.

He loved being in this house with Fionna and his grandmother. They would retire in the same room after sending him to bed. He had seen them cook breakfast together. Share smiles and murmured words. He had seen them sit in each other’s embrace and pull him on one of their laps as they told him stories until he fell asleep there.

Each day passed with his grandmother and Fionna was a blessing to Yoongi. He kept them stored in his mind when he had to go back to the Min mansion. He never liked to go back, would throw a tantrum the day his father would come to take him away. On the days his appa would visit would be the days his grandmother would keep distance from Fionna, and Fionna would act all quiet and composed around them.

‘I get to live here with my soulmate,’ his grandmother said one day when Yoongi was mature enough, ‘the day you find yours, you can come here to spend your time away from your busy life. You’ll always be welcomed. I promise.’

His grandmother died two years ago. Leaving this property in his name on one condition. Fionna will grow old here, and she will have a place beside his grandmother after she passes.

Yoongi looks at Fionna who is watching Jimin.

“Is he—” the question derails on her tongue but Yoongi hears it.

He never brought anyone here. This is the first time. Yoongi looks at Jimin and back at Fionna. How can Fionna ask a question he didn’t even answer to himself?

Fionna answers it for him. She smiles her kindest smile and pulls Yoongi in a hug.

“I’m so happy for you, Yoonie,” she kisses his temple, “oh my.”

Yoongi pulls back awkwardly, a little overwhelmed, “let me wake him up. He’s tired after everything that went down…”

“I understand,” she sighs, “bring him in. I’ll get the master bedroom ready.”

“No,” Yoongi frowns, “that’s not where I—”

“It’s your house now and that’s your room,” she shushes him, “I stay in Yeri’s room. Away from the main house, as I like it that way. So the master bedroom is empty, anyway. Come on, now. Don’t argue.”

Yoongi gives up because he knows he won’t win against Fionna. He goes to open the door on Jimin’s side. He looks at the omega’s sleeping face and for a second, Yoongi doesn’t want to wake him up. He looks so exhausted and there are dark circles under his eyes. Yoongi can’t look at that face for more than a few seconds without his guilt resurfacing to eat him alive.

He traces a hand down Jimin’s cheek, “angel…”

Jimin stirs. His brows pulling down.

Yoongi unclasps the seatbelt, “come on, babe, we’re here.”

Jimin opens his eyes. Disoriented and unfocused. Those eyes move from the empty driver’s seat to Yoongi on his other side. Jimin looks over Yoongi’s shoulder at, Yoongi assumes, Fionna, and back at him.

“Where…” he licks his lower lip, “where are we?”

Yoongi helps him get out of the car, “my grandma’s house. We can stay here as long as we want.”

“You can stay here forever,” Fionna says, taking those last three steps to come and stand in front of Jimin with a small smile, “hello.”

Yoongi places a hand on Jimin’s lower back, “she’s Fionna,” he looks at Fionna and Fionna smiles.

“The caretaker of this house,” she gives a small bow of her head.

“My grandmother’s girlfriend,” Yoongi introduces to a confused Jimin, “her true soulmate.”

Jimin looks at Fionna and bows waist-deep. Fionna’s eyes water and she is moving to pull Jimin in a hug.

“No formalities with me, please,” she murmurs in a choked voice, pulls back to take Jimin in, “Park Jimin. A beautiful name for a beautiful omega.”

Jimin averts his eyes as his cheeks flush with colour. He glances at Yoongi, and Yoongi can barely utter a word. His chest feels too full and he can barely look away from Jimin’s face.

“Come on in,” Fionna takes Jimin’s hand in hers, “you must be tired,” she reaches for Yoongi to loop her other arm around his elbow, “how about you two take some rest and I make you something to eat?”

Yoongi doesn’t protest. He follows her inside the house. His mind still reeling with numerous thoughts overlapping each other.

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Jimin looks around the vast living room that opens to a garden in the back and a premise in the front. He can see a marbled staircase spiralling upwards to lead to the first floor. There is a second floor too that he can see from where he stands in the living room.

The living room has two corridors connecting it. One of them leads to what Fionna points out as guest rooms. There are more than ten of those.

The other corridor leads to the door from where Jimin entered with Yoongi.

Fionna gestures them at the elevator that opens in the living room.

Yoongi guides him to it and presses the second floor’s button. Jimin gapes when the elevator opens on the second-floor corridor. He looks around as Fionna leads them down the hallway to the room at the end of it.

Yoongi opens the door to what looks like a suite to Jimin. He can close the door, and he will have everything he needs inside. It’s a living room that welcomes him. There is an attached terrace. There are two rooms connected to the living room. One is a bedroom, and the other is something Jimin has no idea about.

He steps inside, and Fionna clears her throat.

“You two rest,” she gestures over her shoulder, “I’ll send something to eat soon.”

She leaves with a smile at them.

Yoongi closes the door, and Jimin looks around the place.

“This is…” he loses his words, “wow.”

Yoongi looks at him, “very elegant.”

Jimin shoots him a pointed glare and looks around, “it’s mesmerising. I can’t believe this is your grandma’s house. My grandma had three rooms in her house and whenever we visited, I’d share a room with my parents.”

Yoongi walks up to him, “well, glad to know you like it,” he gestures at the bedroom, “I think we should take some rest. I’m exhausted.”

Jimin follows Yoongi to the bedroom and the bed makes him pause in the middle of the room.

The bed is bigger than a king-sized one with white, fluffy blankets all over it and pillows stacked up near the headboard. The cloud-like curtains are pulled back and tied, but Jimin can imagine pulling them down and the bed will be secluded from the room itself.

There is a chandelier in the middle of the room. A couch set at one corner.

There is another door Jimin imagines leads to the closet because Yoongi has already opened the door on the opposite side and went to the washroom.

Jimin goes to sit on the bench at the foot of the bed. He looks around until Yoongi comes out of the washroom.

“Clean up,” Yoongi says, “let’s catch some sleep.”

Jimin looks at the alpha. He has so much to talk about and so much to ask. But Yoongi looks exhausted, and Jimin doesn’t want to push him yet. So, he goes to the washroom to clean up, and when he gets out of the shower, he sees Yoongi has already left a set of joggers and a t-shirt for him. He wears those and walks out of the washroom to see Yoongi in bed.

He joins the alpha and sighs in relief when he lies down. The mattress is so soft, it dips with the line of his body. Jimin turns on his side, and Yoongi turns to face him.

The two of them face each other. Their eyes talk while their lips don’t move. It’s Jimin whose eyelids give in first. Yoongi falls asleep a few minutes later. With his eyes still glued to Jimin’s sleeping face.

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There is blood all over the floor. It’s thick and pooling around his feet. Yoongi looks at his bare feet and feels the warm blood underneath. He looks around himself, and all he sees is blood. He starts to walk, trying to find the end of that pool of red liquid. His steps get faster and faster until he is running. The blood starts to fill the place. It is rising to his ankles...

Yoongi hears a voice coming from somewhere. He blindly follows that voice and freezes as he turns a corner.

It’s Jimin.

Jimin with a knife in his grasp.

Jimin is bouncing on a faceless alpha’s cock while another one jerks off on him. The white dollops of cum land on his face, and Jimin’s tongue rolls out to hungrily collect more of it. Two hands are shoving Jimin down on his hands and knees, and someone is forcing a cock down his throat.

Jimin lets out a delirious laugh, and Yoongi watches himself. He is injecting something in Jimin, and Jimin’s eyes roll back as the omega moans. He pulls off of the cock to lick the knife, and then his eyes snap open to pin Yoongi in his place.

A sickening smirk curls Jimin’s lips, and he is giggling uncontrollably.

“An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” he giggles harder and points at Yoongi, “you’re just like him. Your pup will be just like you—”

Yoongi looks at where Jimin is pointing and sees a kid. Sitting with their lost eyes on Jimin as Jimin is forced to take another cock down his throat that has the omega choking on his words.

The kid’s watering eyes find Yoongi then, and the kid bursts out crying. Yoongi looks over to see Jimin leaping towards him. He stumbles and falls on his back in the pool of blood. Jimin comes to straddle him. His bruised and bleeding self sits on Yoongi’s hips. The knife in his hand rises over his head and comes down with the speed of lightning.

“An apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Yoongi—”

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“Yoongi!”

Yoongi jolts awake. He looks around frantically until his eyes settle in the room. He jumps when someone touches his hand. He looks at the hand grasping his and up at that worried face.

Jimin.

Jimin looks alert and worried, “it’s alright,” the omega whispers, “it was just a bad dream,” he shakes his head, “you’re fine. You’re here. Safe. It’s alright.”

Yoongi looks at Jimin and tries to match this face with the man in his nightmare. That was Jimin too. Yet… they are not the same person.

This Jimin is who Yoongi got his hands on.

That Jimin will be what Yoongi turns him to be.

Yoongi’s eyes pool with tears. He can’t do that. He can’t be the reason Jimin turns into that mess.

He can’t but he thinks he might. It’s in his blood.

After all, an apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

“I just went to get the food when I heard the knock and I came back to you…” Jimin gestures at the tray on the tea-table, “whatever it was, it’s not true. It was just a nightmare.”

Yoongi’s lips quiver around a sob, “it might come true. I might b-be just like him. I’m already li-like him. Oh, God.”

Jimin shakes his head and reaches to take a hold of Yoongi’s face when Yoongi starts to fret with the same words foaming in his mouth.

“You’re you,” Jimin tries to make Yoongi look at him, focus on him, “you’re not like him. Whoever it is—”

“My appa drugged papa so his friends can rape him!” Yoongi roars, letting the words fall between them like lava.

Jimin pulls his hands away as if burned. Yoongi feels too cold. He sits on the bed and hears the words himself. They bounce around the room and come back to hit him with such force that it leaves him feeling suffocated.

“Wh—” Jimin swallows, “what?”

Yoongi lets out a delirious laugh, “yeah,” his vision starts to blur, he hugs himself to not feel so exposed under Jimin’s horrified gaze, “because he also didn’t think sex was sacred.”

The irony is not lost on Jimin. The way his face goes pale, Yoongi knows the omega caught the point. Yoongi looks at him and nods.

“My appa got papa addicted to substances during sex,” tears roll down his face, “used that to control him… found sick pleasure in watching his business partners and friends rape him…”

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Jimin’s stomach rolls with the words that come out of Yoongi’s mouth. He sits there as Yoongi starts to speak. Vomit the words out as if he can’t stop himself.

Jimin’s eyes stay on Yoongi while his body starts to go lax with each passing word. By the time Yoongi is done telling him everything about his appa and papa, they both are trying to catch their breath.

Yoongi stares at his trembling hands on his lap. Jimin stares at the alpha’s ghost-like face.

“I’m just like him,” Yoongi murmurs, “and, if I keep you around…” his eyes find Jimin, and something colder than death crawls up the omega’s spine, “I’ll do the same to you. After all,” Yoongi’s lips twist with a sickening smirk that has Jimin recoiling, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Jimin roars to break out of the paralysis and to break Yoongi out of his trance, “shut the fuck up,” he sits up on his knees, “you’re not going to be like him!”

“I’m already like him,” Yoongi’s empty eyes have Jimin’s heart hammering against his ribcage, “did you forget? What I did to you in the past?”

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” Jimin hisses, “but… you asked me if I wanted that orgy and yes, there was miscommunication. You stopped me when I was too hurt and tried to go through with it without thinking clearly. You respected my rejections. You’re not like him!”

“I am exactly like him!” Yoongi snarls, “I also think sex isn’t sacred. In the future I’ll also use you to—” he can’t say it, no matter how angry or hurt or delirious he is, Yoongi can’t bring himself to voice it.

Something sickening twists in his guts and he is closing his eyes to pass the sudden urge to vomit.

“You will not,” Jimin murmurs, getting closer to him to cup Yoongi’s face with both of his hands, “you’re not like him.”

“If you stay long enough,” Yoongi snorts, those sharp eyes shift to his face, “I’ll show you that I’m exactly like him. My grandpa was a ruthless man who took pleasure in controlling grandma’s every move. He called it love, and grandma believed it. Didn’t think love could be different until he passed, and finally, she found herself with Fionna. My appa was a sick bastard who took pleasure in watching his own mate get raped. I’ll turn out just the same—”

Jimin grits his teeth, “or, you can show me that you’re capable of breaking the cycle,” in his desperation, he doesn’t realise how he crawls up to Yoongi and sits on the alpha’s lap, “why’s that you’re the alpha’s descendant but not the omega’s too? Your grandmother was kind despite your grandfather’s presence beside her,” Jimin murmurs, cupping Yoongi’s face in both of his hands, “your papa is stronger than your appa. He outlived his oppressor despite the abuse he went through. Why can’t you see that you are a part of them, too? Why can’t you see, you’re your own person who is capable of change, too? Why can’t you believe that you can unlearn every toxic trait you grew up learning and be a changed man!”

Jimin takes Yoongi’s hand and rests it on his barely visible pouch of a stomach, “you’re capable of changing, Yoongi. You’re strong enough to change. You’re already changing. You stopped smoking when you found out we’re pregnant,” Jimin nods when Yoongi looks at him, “you’re limiting your drinking too. You’re changing your habits—”

“Aren’t you scared of me?” Yoongi whispers, “why are you trying to mend me when you can have someone who doesn’t need mending?”

“Because, I’m fucked up in the head,” Jimin snaps, “when the entire world tells me, fuck the entire world, when you yourself tell me that I should run from you, it’s you who brings my omega solace. So, yeah, I’m kind of stuck with you, and you have to deal with that!”

Yoongi’s eyes slowly lose the unfocused, eerie look. They go back to being the familiar brown Jimin knows them to be. Warm like molten honey. Yoongi’s gaze goes back to being a calm sea, and Jimin takes a deep, thankful breath.

“Maybe we can work things out,” Jimin whispers, looks down at where their hands are covering his belly, “we’re bringing a life to the world. I want us to give them a proper life. Can’t we try, at least?” he begs almost, “can’t we both try to be the best versions of ourselves for the pup and…each other?”

“You’re already the best version of yourself,” Yoongi murmurs and looks down at where his hand is covering Jimin’s stomach, “and… if you’re ready to still stick with me, I’ll give my everything to be a better man. For you,” Yoongi nods, “I’ll be the best version of myself.”

Jimin’s heart stutters, “you’ve fucked me up so bad, Min Yoongi, I should run for the hills but here I am…” tears pool in Jimin’s eyes, “letting myself hope for a better future for us.”

Yoongi’s tears roll down his cheeks, “you’ve healed me so much that I’m not scared of accepting that I’m willing to do my best to keep you beside me, Park Jimin. Look at what you’ve done to me. I know I want you to run for the hills but at the same time, I want to beg you to stay because for you, I think I can change. For you, I’ll do everything you ask of me.”

Their cheeks dampen with tears. Both of them are looking at each other.

“This won’t be easy,” Jimin acknowledges, “there will be times when we both might want to just give up and run. We might use words that hurt each other. We might end up hurting each other, but… we’re going to try. It’s going to take some effort. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Yoongi’s eyes shift all over his face, and the alpha’s lips twitch, “for you, a thousand times over.”

Jimin lurches forward. His arms wrap around the alpha’s shoulders to pull him in until their lips find each other. Yoongi clings to him. Kissing him like his life depends on it.

Jimin finds himself on his back, Yoongi hovering over him on his hands and knees. Their mouths still connected. Yoongi is desperate into the kiss. Jimin moans at the way the alpha’s hands move over his skin.

Yoongi rips Jimin’s pants off of him, shoving it down until it tangles around Jimin’s ankles. Jimin kicks it off to free his legs. Ignores how it gets tangled around his one ankle.

As soon as he spreads his legs, Yoongi is between them. The alpha pushes the t-shirt up till it bunches up under Jimin’s armpits to reveal him for those hungry eyes. Yoongi’s mouth goes from Jimin’s mouth to down his throat to his chest. Jimin’s hands go with the alpha. Take a hold of his head when Yoongi takes his cock in his mouth.

Jimin arches his back. His thighs tighten around Yoongi’s head when Yoongi starts to suck him off. Jimin moans, biting his lips so he is not too loud. He bites onto his wrist when Yoongi’s tongue rolls around the tip of his cock. The alpha’s fingers rubbing over his already dampening rim.

“Yoongi…” Jimin’s legs tighten around the alpha’s head, “oh, fuck!”

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Yoongi looks at the omega thrashing on the mattress. His hand spread over Jimin’s small bump, reaching over it to cover one of his nipples. Jimin twitches in his mouth. Yoongi’s fingers roll around the tightening areola. He squeezes the omega’s chest while bobbing his head on Jimin’s cock. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to reach his peak. The omega whimpers before going slack as his orgasm spills out of him. Yoongi swallows the omega’s sweet release with a pleased hum. Hungrily milks the omega’s cock until there’s nothing left for him to swallow, and Jimin is pushing at his head to get him off of his sensitive cock.

Yoongi pulls off to look at Jimin.

Jimin looks ethereal under the golden hour’s glow coming from the vast windows on their side. His blond hair catches the light and shines like a halo of an actual angel.

An angel is getting ruined by the monster who is Min Yoongi.

Yoongi sits on his knees between Jimin’s legs. His eyes roam over the heaving angel and all he can feel is this blinding arousal at the thought of ruining him for any other alpha.

Jimin’s teary eyes find him. He waits curiously when he notices how intensely Yoongi is watching him.

Yoongi comes to hover over him, “I’ll ruin you,” he whispers, gathering some saliva on his fingers while watching how Jimin’s eyes hood over, “for everyone else. You fell in my arms because of some godforsaken, twisted play of fate, angel,” Yoongi coats his hard cock with his saliva and uses the same fingers to rub over Jimin’s rim, “and, like the selfish monster I am, I’ll have you inside out…” he takes a hold of his cock and rubs the tip against Jimin’s contorting rim before pushing in, “I’ll never let you go. I’ll mate you. I’ll tie you up with me. You’re mine,” Yoongi gives a thrust, bottoming out in the omega who gasps because of how deep Yoongi’s cock penetrates him, “and I’m done pretending like I don’t want you to be mine!”

Jimin pulls Yoongi to himself. His eyes are ablaze with a fire that burns Yoongi the most satisfying way. Jimin mouths his throat, kissing down his collarbones before coming up to capture Yoongi’s mouth.

“You’re mine too,” Jimin hisses into the kiss, legs wrapping around Yoongi’s hips, heels digging onto his lower back to pull him further in him, “say it,” he tightens around Yoongi’s cock, earning a gasp from the alpha, “say, you’re mine!”

“I’m yours,” Yoongi picks up speed, fucking into Jimin hard and fast, “I’m all yours. D-do whatever,” he buries his face against Jimin’s throat, “do whatever you want with me.”

Jimin’s lips twitch with a satisfied smirk. His nails dig into Yoongi’s back, possessively scratching the pale skin to leave behind his traces on the alpha. Yoongi’s thrusts stutter with it, making Jimin’s smirk widen on his face.

“Come now, alpha,” Jimin whispers in Yoongi’s ear, licking the lobe into his mouth to suck, “fuck your angel harder.”

Yoongi’s thrusts get short and fast. His balls hitting Jimin’s ass with each thrust. Jimin moans, hums when Yoongi captures his lips for a bruising kiss. Yoongi is restless, chasing his release blindly. Jimin cums between them with a whimper, and Yoongi buries his face against the omega’s neck. With a few thrusts, he is stilling.

Jimin hisses when the barbs dig their claws into him. Holding him in place before the alpha starts to shoot ropes of cum into him.

Jimin lies there, disoriented and out of breath. He looks down at Yoongi who has flopped down on top of him. His tongue rolling around Jimin’s taunt nipple. Jimin cards a hand through Yoongi’s long hair, his eyes roam over the alpha’s back. Taking in the angry, red nail marks he left there.

Jimin purrs in satisfaction. Yoongi goes quiet after a moment, and Jimin realises the alpha fell asleep on top of him.

He doesn’t mind. He lies there with Yoongi gathered in his arms and his eyes on the setting sun. The golden hour’s hues showering them in melted gold where they rest.

Jimin tightens around Yoongi’s cock to suck the alpha’s knot dry in him. He hums in pleasure as he looks down at Yoongi’s closed eyes. The alpha looks peaceful where he rests.

Jimin closes his eyes too. His arms still holding Yoongi in them.

── .✦

“So, what will happen to your appa’s funeral and everything?” Jimin chews the rice, leaning back against Yoongi’s bare chest, “are you going to attend or—”

“The trustee board will take care of it,” Yoongi’s arms tighten around him, “I don’t want to think about it.”

Jimin scoops a spoonful of rice and holds it against Yoongi’s lips. With a deep sigh, the alpha opens his mouth to accept the bite. He chews slowly under Jimin’s gaze.

Jimin mixes the omelette with the fried rice and puts some in his mouth next, “what about your papa?”

Yoongi closes his eyes for a second before looking down at Jimin, “do we have to talk about this?”

Jimin nods firmly, “yes, we do,” he tilts his head to look at Yoongi, “you’re not going to hide anything from me and no bottling up emotions. We’ll discuss this.”

Yoongi looks like he is absorbing Jimin’s words. Jimin gives him the time to collect himself before the alpha gives a faint nod.

“His case will go to the court soon,” Yoongi’s hand rubs over Jimin’s small bump, “he’s pleading guilty. I don’t know. They might send him to a mental facility.”

Jimin tries to wrap his mind around all that. He looks at Yoongi and wonders what the alpha might be feeling. Jimin puts the tray aside and turns to look at Yoongi properly.

“How are you feeling?”

Yoongi closes his eyes again. The pupils move under his closed lids. He takes his time with the answer. Thinks it through before shrugging and looking at Jimin.

“Detached, I guess?” he looks at their empty bowls, “I should probably feel more…? More hurt, more shocked, more…well, just more. But I feel nothing? As if I’ve accepted this fate for them. As if I somehow accepted that this is the end they deserved? I don’t know. I’m not sad for appa, I’m not worried about papa, either. I just feel like I’m watching a case on the TV that has me feeling sad for the victim, but not to a personal level?” Yoongi snorts, “way to go and make myself sound like a monster—”

“You’re not doing that,” Jimin sighs, “they weren’t kind to you. You didn’t grow up knowing them as your family, so losing them doesn’t affect you as much as it normally would.”

Yoongi thinks about it. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he focuses on Jimin, who is looking at him now.

“You’re really going to stay with me?” he wonders in a barely audible voice.

Jimin’s eyelids flutter, and he is looking away, “do you not want me to?”

“I do!” Yoongi hurries, curses when Jimin’s wide eyes spring to him, “of course, I do. Please, you don’t even have to ask. I really do. I just… are you sure?”

Jimin huffs out a chuckle, “stop asking me the same question over and over again if you really do.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, pinching Jimin’s side, “I’m just making sure. I don’t understand why you’re still here. That’s why.”

“Maybe I don’t understand either,” Jimin looks at the discarded trays, “maybe, we don’t need to understand right away. It’s okay for me.”

Yoongi observes him for a long minute before he nods, “it’s okay for me too.”

Jimin turns and rests his head on Yoongi’s chest, “don’t you think we should go out and see if Fionna needs help with anything, or—”

“She doesn’t live in this house,” Yoongi gathers him in his arms, “she lives in the small quarter behind this one. It used to be another servant’s quarter, but grandma and her redecorated that place for themselves after grandpa’s death. You can go around the mansion, and all you will see are quiet rooms and empty corridors. Unless you go downstairs, where the kitchen and dining room are. The servants don’t come upstairs.”

“Never?” Jimin looks around the vast bedroom.

Yoongi kisses down his bare shoulder, “well, in the morning they will come upstairs to straighten out the beds, clean up the rooms and all. Around evening, they come to clean up once more, and that’s all. Never again unless they’re called.”

Jimin hums, “quite over the top place you have here.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “that I do, yeah.”

Jimin gets out of the bed then. He ignores how he is stark naked and stretches with his arms over his head. He feels Yoongi’s eyes on his back. When he looks over his shoulder, Yoongi is indeed watching him. His eyes are roaming over Jimin’s back, pausing on his ass. Jimin yawns to hide his smirk and struts off towards the washroom.

“Clean up the trays,” he calls over his shoulder, “I want to sleep once I come back.”

Yoongi gets out of the bed and Jimin closes the door of his washroom.

── .✦

“So whatever discussion we had is down the drain?” Taehyung looks exasperated.

“Tae,” Jimin sighs, “I don’t want to talk about this if you’re going to be stubborn about your idea of how things are supposed to be. I don’t know how to change your mind. I’m not sure I want to.”

“Hey,” Taehyung’s lips twitch, “no one knows more than I do how it feels to want someone against our better judgment. You were there for me when I was going through that dilemma, and I want to be there for you now. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you can’t discuss these things with me. I’ll support you. No matter who you choose to stick with. I’m here.”

“I’m not saying this because he’s my friend but,” Jungkook peeks from the corner of the screen, “Yoongi hyung is starting to change,” his voice softens, so does his expression, “and, we think it’s because of you,” he smiles at Jimin, “he’s just an idiot who needs some time.”

Jimin ignores Jungkook’s words entirely because if he doesn’t… if he doesn’t, then he will spiral and he is trying not to.

Jimin sucks on his bottom lip, “I worry about him because… I don’t know how he is managing his emotions. He doesn’t want to talk to me about what happened,” he gestures vaguely, “I wish he would talk to someone, you know? He needs to handle these emotions before they take a hold of him. I don’t know what to tell him—”

“I can send you my therapist’s contact details,” Taehyung purses his lips, “you can make an appointment for him. Talk him into it. I guess, he does need to see a therapist. Sort through his emotions and, well,” he makes a face, “his thought process can do with a little help, too.”

Jimin nods, “okay, send me the details.”

“Where is he right now?” Jungkook looks behind Jimin at the empty room.

“Went to the police station again this morning,” Jimin shifts where he sits, “said, he’ll meet you for something? I don’t know.”

“How long will you stay there?” Taehyung looks at the room behind Jimin too, “it looks like a Victorian place. How long do you think you can live there? You’ve got to get back to work. It’s too far away from the city.”

“You live away from the city,” Jimin squints.

Taehyung’s smile eases Jimin a little, “I’m still closer than you. You said it almost took you more than two hours to go there.”

Jungkook wraps an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder, “Tae,” he says pointedly, “let them decide for themselves, yes?”

Taehyung looks like he wants to protest but thinks better and looks at Jimin with a pout, “I just miss you.”

“It’s just been a day,” Jimin rolls his eyes with a fond smile, “and I miss you too. But, not going to lie,” his smile turns playful, “I’m loving it here. It’s quiet, no disturbance, there’s so much food. I don’t have to move an inch from this bed. I love this. But, you’re also right. I can’t stay here for more than probably a week. I have my schedules. He has his. It’s a long drive. I don’t know. For now, I’ll just enjoy this. I wanted to get away from all that shit, and for a week or so, I want to enjoy this freedom in peace.”

“That’s great. You deserve a break,” Taehyung winces when he hears Taegguk’s voice, the baby letting out a whimper, “okay, my bub is up. I need to go and feed him. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Yes, okay,” Jimin reaches to cut the call when Taehyung disappears from the screen.

“You know,” Jungkook makes him pause, “I think, whatever he is deciding, you’re going to like it.”

Jungkook’s eyes are mischievous.

“What is he deciding?” Jimin frowns.

Jungkook smiles, “I’ll let him tell you.”

The alpha cuts the call.

── .✦

“You’re up,” Fionna looks bright in her yellow sundress with a scarf tied around her neck, “how are you feeling this fine morning?”

Jimin smiles with a shy nod, “good,” he looks around the quiet living room, “am I disturbing?”

“Oh, not at all!” she gestures at the book on the tea-table, “I got bored with reading. I’m glad you’re here. You can keep me company.”

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Jimin realises it’s easy to talk to Fionna. The woman knows how to converse when the other person is a bit reluctant and shy. She helps him warm up to her as she guides him around the mansion and talks about the days she spent there.

Jimin finds himself in the library, where Fionna sits him down beside her and shows him three big albums that she pulled out from a drawer.

“Your Yoongi’s childhood photographs,” her smile is radiant as she opens the first album, “I thought you might want to see.”

Jimin hopes his face doesn’t show how he feels about her calling Yoongi his. He shakes himself out of that shock and nods at her. He leans in with interest and looks at the first photo Fionna shows him.

It’s a baby Yoongi in a fluffy white surface. His hands balled beside his head, and he is wearing a baseball cap.

Jimin traces the baby with a fond smile, “this is him…?”

Fionna’s fondness mixes in her voice, “the first time he was here. I remember how small and cute he was. He’d follow me around with his eyes and giggle whenever I looked at him,” she gives a nostalgic shake of her head, “he was a happy toddler.”

Jimin’s heart clenches in his chest, “when did that change?”

Fionna goes quiet. Her eyes shift to him, and Jimin keeps looking at Yoongi’s picture. There is a silence that grows between them. Both of them can feel it spreading. They both know this happy toddler changed with time. Jimin hesitates to even turn the pages. Happy just looking at the smiling child and refusing to find out at what age that smile leaves his face.

“He didn’t have a good environment to grow up in,” Fionna settles for, “he didn’t get to grow up into a happy kid,” she flips through the album and Jimin watches how that wide smile slowly dims with each picture, “and, it was all of our fault that we couldn’t provide him that safe environment where he could grow up to be a happy man. I saw the innocence and happiness die in him as days passed, months went by, years and years went on,” she pauses on a picture where Yoongi is a teenager maybe, his arm around, who Jimin now knows, his grandmother, “and, I could do nothing but hope someday, somehow, that toddler gets to breathe in him again. Find a safe place to grow up all over again. I almost lost hope until…”

Jimin looks at her, and her heavy gaze is on him. Jimin swallows and looks at the teenager in the photograph.

“He hurt me too,” Jimin whispers, “and I wanted to hurt him back. We’ve taken turns dancing around each other’s pain. I don’t know what we’re doing right now, but…”

“I fell in love with her when she was married to her husband,” Fionna looks at the framed picture on the wall across from them, Yoongi’s grandmother smiles down at them, “he wasn’t…” her eyelids flutter, “a nice man. He wasn’t emotionally available. There were times when he’d put his hand on her. Some nights he’d let her starve. Leave her to sleep on the couch downstairs for doing something wrong according to his standards. Those days she’d come to me and I’d take her in. Look after her. I’d ask her to run away with me. She never did,” Fionna looks down at the album in her lap, “we’d get into arguments. We’d hurt each other with our words. I would have to stand back and watch her go around with her husband. Carry his child. There were times I wanted to leave and she’d beg me to stay. There were times when she’d scream for me to leave her alone and I’d cling to her. We had no idea what we were doing, where things were going but we held on. You know why?”

Jimin looks away, “because you loved each other?”

Fionna smiles to herself, “yes. Because we loved each other. After her husband’s death, she lived a long life and I got to have her. But, only behind closed doors of this mansion,” she looks around the room as if seeing it in a new light, “I never publicly got to call her mine and she never got to call me hers. But it’s okay. It’s more than okay. Because I lived a life full of love with her, and that’s all that matters. Sometimes, Jiminie,” she takes his hands in hers, “that’s all that matters. That you’re in love, and it’s okay if you’re confused about where it is going, your love will find a way. I hope for you two, it finds the best path because the Min family isn’t really lucky when it comes to love. I really pray from the bottom of my heart that Yoongi can change that fate and you two get to bloom in love like a lotus in this dirty, muddy family. Yeah?”

Jimin’s eyes glisten with unshed tears, “we’re not in love,” he looks down at her hands holding his, “what made you think our fate will be different—”

“He never brought anyone here before,” Fionna nods when Jimin’s startled eyes find her, “never gave me a list of things someone is allergic to. Never rambled about the things someone doesn’t like, so I make sure not to do those things to bother them. Never cared for someone enough to look like he was dreading to leave them behind for even an hour without him. It’s a first,” she chuckles, “you’re changing him, Jimin, and I hope this change brings you two closer. I really want my Yoonie to be happy, and I think,” her eyes turn gentler somehow, “I can finally imagine him actually being happy.”

Jimin looks down at his hands. Not saying anything.

“But you only stay with him if you really want to stay and if you’re happy with him,” she pats his cheek, “only then, stay. Don’t sacrifice your happiness for him. Did he ever make you happy…?” She looks like she is afraid of the answer.

Jimin thinks. His mind reels back to the time they spent in the penthouse. The times they went shopping at that mart. The days they’d watch some silly movies that made Jimin cry and Yoongi would quip something stupid that’d get him a smack from Jimin and a bubbled, watery laugh.

“I feel at home with him,” Jimin whispers, “that home is not always a happy place. It has seen sadness. It has seen us hurting… but it’s still home. Does that make sense?”

Tears well in Fionna’s eyes and her lips twitch with a gentle smile, “it makes so much sense. Love doesn’t always feel happy, you know? As long as it feels like home… it counts.”

Jimin doesn’t protest about the word ‘love.’ He lets Fionna name that feeling clawing at his heart’s walls to tear them down and surrenders to it.

He never felt a love like this, and he’d like to see where it leads him if he lets it grow on its own because he can’t seem to stop it anyway. Might as well, he surrenders to it.

He picks up the other album with a small smile, “may I?”

Fionna smiles with a nod, “they’re for you to look through. They are your Yoongi’s. Go ahead.”

Jimin opens the next album.

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“And we’ve decided to push back the release of your album for a month or so,” Yi Jeong says from where he is perched at the edge of the couch in Yoongi’s studio, “also, the group activities with Cypher, Namjoon and Hoseok can go ahead with those. You can join whenever you’re feeling better. Take some time off. Anything else that comes up, I’ll handle it.”

Yoongi nods from his chair. He looks over when the studio’s door opens. Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok walk in. Yi Jeong stands up and, with a nod, leaves them alone.

“How’re you?” Hoseok places a hand on his shoulder.

Namjoon takes the couch, and Jungkook sits at the edge of the desk.

Yoongi groans, “I just want everyone to stop looking at me with pity and fucking go back to treating me like they normally would. Either with contempt or with fear. For fuck’s sake!”

The others share a look.

“We can say that he’s feeling hostile as usual,” Hoseok takes the seat beside Namjoon, “people are sad for you. It’s a tragedy. What happened.”

Yoongi twitches in his chair. All these scents around him, all these people, their annoying voices, he just wants to shut everyone out. His insides churn with the desperate need to be home, and it’s not the penthouse.

It’s a warm embrace and a soft voice with a floral scent that surrounds him as soon as he reaches for him. It’s the calming effect of that heartbeat against his ear when he lies with his ear pressed against the omega’s heart. Home is returning in that embrace where his demons are tamed and quiet.

Yoongi groans, hands rubbing down his face in frustration, “I just want to go home and fucking be alone with Jimin. The world can go and fuck itself—” he pauses, feels three pairs of eyes on him and looks over at Jungkook, “I get you now.”

Jungkook’s lips twitch, “yeah?”

Yoongi looks down at his hands, “now I understand why you’d drop everything and leave as soon as Taehyung called. Now it makes sense.”

Namjoon’s dimples come alive, he bites onto his lower lip, “you’ve no idea how much I’m enjoying this.”

Yoongi groans, throwing his head back to glare at the ceiling, “shut up, Joon! I’m suffering here!”

“This suffering is deserved,” Jungkook nods with a serious expression.

Yoongi sighs, “he is my karma personified because, otherwise, this makes no sense like what do you mean I am carrying around sour candies in my pockets just because he likes it?! What do you mean I’m rushing through my work because I can’t wait to go home to him? What the fuck happened to me?!”

“Someone enlighten him, I can’t watch this idiot suffer anymore,” Hoseok wails dramatically.

Yoongi goes quiet at that. He looks at his hands while Hoseok and Jungkook tease him. He traces each line on his palms and thinks about how easily he can engulf Jimin’s hand in his and he wonders if he can keep that hand in his forever.

“I’ve feelings for him,” Yoongi murmurs and brings his friends’ blabbers to a screeching halt, “I know.”

“…You know?” Jungkook sounds shocked.

Yoongi swallows, “not as dumb as you think I am,” he clasps his hands and sighs, “I know what I feel for him. I also know,” he gestures at himself, “I am not good for him.”

“Then be good for him,” Jungkook supplies with a careless shrug of his head, “it’s that simple. I fucked up. I hurt Tae. I grovelled and I did everything in my power to be better for him. That’s what you do for the ones you love. You work on yourself and rectify the wrongs in you. That’s the effort they deserve. Instead of giving up, be the better man you think he deserves.”

Yoongi snorts, “what if it takes forever?”

“He stuck with you for the worst,” Namjoon murmurs, “now give him your best too. He stayed for you and I think he deserves that.”

“Don’t give up, hyung,” Hoseok pats his back with a small smile, “believe it or not, I think you’re Jimin’s first love and I think he deserves to know he was worth changing for.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just gets up and picks up his phone from the desk.

“I need to leave,” he looks at his watch, “I miss him. Just call me if something comes up, I might not tune in tomorrow.”

Jungkook and Namjoon chuckle. Hoseok grins.

“We got this,” Namjoon nods, “go.”

Yoongi leaves.

── .✦

When his car finally pulls up in front of the house, it’s late. By the look of it, Fionna has gone to bed. The entire house is quiet except for the hum of the crickets outside. The lights on both sides of the driveway guiding his car.

Yoongi loves how quiet this place is. He nods at the security guard who comes to take his key from him to park the car and walks inside the house. He looks around the quiet and dimly lit ground floor of the mansion before going upstairs.

His own room’s door is closed. He pushes it open and looks around until he finds Jimin.

The omega is curled up on the settee by the window with a book clutched to his chest. A blanket is wrapped around him where he sleeps.

Yoongi breathes in deeply. His lungs are finally filling to the brim with flowers blooming all around his ribcage. He hasn’t felt this calm and peaceful since morning when he left. With another deep breath, he walks closer. Making sure not to make too much noise.

Yoongi stops in front of the sleeping omega and realises it’s not a book Jimin had hugged to sleep. It’s a photo album. Yoongi pries it out of Jimin’s hold and opens the page where the omega kept his finger.

It’s his picture. Him as a teenager. The first time he dyed his hair was just out of spite. He looks at that mint hair. Remembers how his appa said he brought shame to the family for that. For just dyeing his hair. A sardonic smirk curls Yoongi’s lips.

He was bringing shame to the family by colouring his hair but his father was bringing in money and respect by letting others paint his mate with their cum.

Yoongi closes his eyes to ride out the nausea that hits him every time he thinks about it. Then he puts the album away and looks at Jimin’s peacefully sleeping face.

He can’t wait for the omega to wake up on his own accord because Jimin’s neck will hurt if he sleeps on the settee like that. So, he slowly gathers Jimin in his arms and carries him to bed. He settles Jimin there and goes to freshen up as fast as he can manage.

Once done, he gets into bed with the omega and pulls Jimin into his arms.

“Hey, angel,” Yoongi murmurs, “wake up.”

Jimin groans, turning his face away from Yoongi’s mouth. Yoongi’s lips curl with a small smile.

“Come on,” his lips touch the omega’s forehead, “wake up. You’ll love this.”

Jimin stirs, blinking back his sleep. He looks around him and then back at Yoongi. Yoongi’s chest tightens with something warm unfurling in his guts as he looks at Jimin’s sleep-muddled face. The omega’s lips are puffy and jutting out in a pout. Those eyelids blink with leisure as if they are too heavy with sleep.

Yoongi kisses the space between those creasing brows, “sorry, angel, but I know you’ll love it.”

He holds up a packet for Jimin to take. Jimin opens it, and his eyes finally blink back the sleep. He sits up straighter in Yoongi’s arms.

“What is this?” Jimin’s voice comes out hoarse from sleep.

“Sour candies and chicken nuggets dipped in Szechwan sauce,” Yoongi smiles.

Jimin pulls out the nuggets and his eyes crinkle with an unguarded smile that has Yoongi’s heart racing miles per minute. Jimin looks up at him with a small smile before putting one nugget in his mouth.

“Ugh,” he groans, closing his eyes, “this is so good.”

The moan travels down Yoongi’s spine to light up each nerve in him. Jimin sits up properly, leaning against Yoongi’s chest without even noticing. He relaxes and chews on the nuggets while Yoongi watches him.

“You want one?” Jimin holds one up.

Yoongi hums, “you eat.”

When Jimin puts it in his own mouth, Yoongi takes a hold of his chin and turns the omega’s face to lean in and capture those lips. He licks into the omega’s mouth. Tasting the spicy sauce on those lips and sucking onto that tongue. Jimin moans into the kiss.

Yoongi pulls back with a chunk of the nugget in his mouth now, “it tastes amazing.”

Jimin’s face grows hot, and he is ducking his head to fidget with the paper box, “you’re gross.”

Yoongi wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist. Buries his face against the omega’s nape to inhale the omega’s intoxicating scent that calls him home every time he is away.

“Fuck, angel,” Yoongi groans, “what are you doing to me?”

Jimin looks over his shoulder at him, “what am I doing to you?”

Yoongi kisses Jimin’s nape. His hands trace patterns on Jimin’s soft belly. He sighs and tucks his chin on top of Jimin’s shoulder.

“Just eat,” he rubs their cheeks together, “I like to see you eat.”

Jimin shakes his head with an exasperated eyeroll and goes back to eating.

“How was your day?” Jimin tilts his head when Yoongi buries his face further against his neck.

“Hectic,” Yoongi mouths his nape, pulling down the neck of the t-shirt Jimin wore to leave open-mouthed kisses on his exposed shoulder, “missed you.”

Jimin’s hand pauses with a nugget closer to his mouth. He swallows and looks at the box in his lap. The words echo in his head. Yoongi’s warmth settling deep in his bones…

“Missed you.”

“I had a good day,” Jimin chooses to ignore the alpha’s words, “Fionna showed me around, and I also got to see your childhood pictures.”

Yoongi groans, “already? I knew this would happen. Listen, if you talk about those pictures to anyone—”

Jimin kisses his cheek with a bright smile, “you were a cute kid and a cuter teenager. What happened after that?”

Yoongi squints his eyes in a mock glare, “are you saying I’m not cute anymore?”

Jimin bites back a grin, “you know the answer to that!”

“Oh, really?” Yoongi’s fingers dig into Jimin’s waist, earning a squeak from the omega, “say that again. Huh?” he takes the empty box of nuggets from Jimin and throws it in the bin across the room, “say what you mean by that, angel…”

Jimin giggles, kicking his legs, “Yoongi! Don’t! I’ll throw up. I swear—”

Yoongi playfully bites onto his shoulder, “are you saying I’m not cute now? Did you just call me ugly as an adult?”

“I never said th—” Jimin laughs, falling against his chest, “I never said that—Yoongi!”

Yoongi picks Jimin up to make him straddle the alpha, kissing him square on the mouth, “tell me you’ve seen a prettier alpha. Go on! Tell me!”

Jimin shrugs, a smirk tugging his lips. His hands rest on Yoongi’s broad shoulders, and he bites his lower lip with a playful smirk.

“I think Taemin is prettier,” he says with bated breath.

Yoongi goes quiet. His eyes hold Jimin’s, and Jimin holds his breath.

“Is that so?” Yoongi’s voice dips, hands still holding Jimin by his hips, “he’s prettier than me?”

Jimin shrugs, “objectively… well—”

He squeals when Yoongi’s fingers dig into his waist again. Jimin throws his head back with giggles bursting out of him. He struggles in Yoongi’s arms to get away from him. In his rush, he falls on his back on the mattress. Yoongi comes to hover over him.

“You fucking minx,” Yoongi growls with a smirk, “you’ll cost him his entire career someday.”

“How?” Jimin loops his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders with a faint smile still lingering on his lips.

Yoongi shrugs, leaning in to capture Jimin’s lips for a deep kiss, “I’m possessive of you, angel, and I have the power now,” he looks at Jimin underneath him, “don’t forget now I’m in control of the company where he works. I can do anything.”

“So, you’ll be an unfair boss,” Jimin arches his brow.

Yoongi scoffs, his eyes darkening under Jimin’s watchful gaze, “I can be downright pathetic for you, angel. You’ve no idea.”

Jimin pulls Yoongi in for a kiss. His legs spread to let the alpha settle between them. He moans into the kiss.

“Yoongi…?”

Yoongi pulls back to look at him. Jimin looks dizzy from all the kisses and giggles. His eyes are warm on Yoongi, and Yoongi breathes in deeply. Captures that moment in his mind.

“How are you?” Jimin asks in a quiet voice, “you can tell me.”

Yoongi’s index finger comes up to trace Jimin’s brows, down to his eyelids which makes Jimin close his eyes. His finger trails down to gently rub over the flush on Jimin’s cheeks and down to those plump and moist lips.

Jimin’s lip tugs downwards with Yoongi’s finger and Yoongi bends in to capture them for another kiss.

“I told you, angel,” he murmurs against Jimin’s lips, “I wasn’t close enough to them to feel anything—”

“But you need to talk about these things,” Jimin places a gentle hand on Yoongi’s chest, “I got someone’s number from Tae… maybe, he can help.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “are you sending me to therapy, angel?”

Jimin’s eyes glimmer with warmth, “what if I am? Are you going to refuse?”

Yoongi thinks about it. He can refuse. He can tell Jimin he is fine. Well, he does feel fine, but he also knows he shouldn’t feel fine about his father dying the way he did. He shouldn’t feel fine about his papa being in jail, and he surely should not feel fine about the fact that his appa was stabbed to death by his papa.

Yoongi’s hand trails down to cup Jimin’s bump, and he sees the way Jimin arches against his touch. Those eyelids flutter close under his gentle touch. He sees the way Jimin accepts his touches, trusts him to be so close.

“Fine,” Yoongi hears himself speak, takes in how Jimin’s eyes get warmer somehow, “set an appointment and let me know. I’ll be there.”

Jimin’s answering smile is so beautiful that it has something clogging in Yoongi’s throat. He lies on his side, face buried against Jimin’s throat.

“What…” Jimin’s arm wraps around his shoulder.

“Just a few minutes,” Yoongi murmurs, “I’m so fucking tired. Just…” he inhales the omega’s scent, “let me have this.”

‘You ground me and that thought in itself uproots my sanity somehow,’ Yoongi thinks to himself while pulling Jimin closer to himself, ‘what’d be of me once you realise Taemin is not just prettier than me, he’s way more suitable to be your alpha?’

Yoongi stomps on that voice because if he doesn’t, that voice will stomp all over his heart. So, he closes his eyes and lets himself live in the present.

A present where Jimin, for some godforsaken reason, holds him close and smiles with stars in his eyes for him. Something Yoongi knows he might never really deserve.

── .✦

There’s blood again.

It’s dripping down his body. Yoongi looks at the stabbing wound and up at the omega sitting on top of him. The omega’s eyes are wild and there’s a cruel smirk on his lips.

Jimin grins as he leans closer to whisper to Yoongi, “you could’ve let me go… you did this. You could’ve let me go, you selfish prick!”

Yoongi lies there. Immobile. Watches a few men rush inside the room. They drag Jimin off of him. Throws him on the floor beside Yoongi and starts to tear into him. Their hands reach inside Jimin’s ribcage, down to his stomach… someone pulls out a bloodied lump and tosses it aside. It falls on the floor with a dull thud. Jimin is still giggling. His eyes are just as wild.

“You’ve caused this,” he snarls, teeth bare like a dying animal, “you could’ve let me go! Your selfishness caused this… after all…”

Yoongi tries to push himself off the floor where he is lying in a pool of blood. He tries to reach out. To push those dark figures off of Jimin who are tearing him limb by limb now. But his eyes shift onto that lump they yanked out of Jimin when it moves.

That lump twitches. It’s alive. It thrashes on the floor.

“You could’ve saved us both…” Jimin’s voice rings in Yoongi’s ears, and his terrified and disturbed eyes find Jimin again.

Jimin’s eyes are slowly losing the life, and he is still looking at Yoongi, “you could’ve let us go. You knew… the…” his throat bobs, a dark figure clamps their hand on Jimin’s face, tearing the skin off, “the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree—”

And, Yoongi watches with horror as the face transforms to be Yujun’s once that dark figure tears off Jimin’s skin from the skull. It’s Yujun then, giggling, pointing at Yoongi and laughing…

“You killed them both! You’re just like your appa! You’re a monster. Just like your father. After all, the apple doesn’t—”

Yoongi jerks awake.

His frantic eyes dart around the room. He looks at the empty bed. His heart almost lurches out of his mouth when he sees a red stain on the white bedsheet. He jumps for it, frantically tracing it with his fingers, nails digging into it to understand what it is—

“It’s the sauce,” a voice says from a distance, “last night we slept without washing our hands and stained the—”

Yoongi whirls around to find the source of the voice, and it’s Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin is getting out of the washroom with a small smile and sleepy eyes. His face is plump from a good night’s sleep. His hands rest on his small bump.

Yoongi is leaping out of the bed. Almost falling on his face in the process when the blanket gets caught around his ankles. He scrambles and takes two long strides to go and stand in front of Jimin.

“Where did you go?!” he almost shouts.

Jimin looks startled, “I needed to pee, why—”

Yoongi’s hands are already on him. Cupping his face and then going down to feel his bump, coming up to cup his face again.

Jimin’s eyes go from sleepy to alert, “Yoon—”

Yoongi is still breathing harshly, trying desperately to cease the pain in his chest. He can barely comprehend that Jimin is fine. He pulls up the t-shirt Jimin is wearing to trace the omega’s unblemished skin with his own, trembling hands. His wet eyes spring from Jimin’s face to the bump, and Jimin probably gets it.

He takes hold of Yoongi’s wrist and puts the alpha’s hand over his own beating heart, “hey,” he steps into Yoongi’s embrace, “focus here,” his other hand comes to hold Yoongi by his nape so Yoongi keeps his eyes schooled on Jimin’s face, “on me.”

Yoongi feels the omega’s heart steadily beating under his touch. Jimin nods when Yoongi’s eyes jump to his.

“I’m fine,” Jimin whispers, “whatever you saw, it was just a nightmare. It’s not real. See,” he takes Yoongi’s other hand and puts it over his bump, “we’re fine. All three of us.”

All three of us.

There are three of them now.

Yoongi’s eyes pool with tears, “in my dreams, you become my papa,” he sees how the blood drains from Jimin’s face, “and I cause that to you. I do that because I’m selfish and I didn’t let you go—”

“It’s just a nightmare,” Jimin’s hold tightens on his nape, forcing Yoongi to lean in so their foreheads are touching, their noses bump against each other’s, “I am not your papa. I never will be. You’re not your appa. We’re different people.”

“But, our future—” Yoongi stops when Jimin squeezes his nape.

“Is gonna be okay,” Jimin murmurs, “our future’s gonna be okay. Say it.”

Yoongi’s nails dig into Jimin’s stomach, and he is inhaling a steady breath, “our future’s gonna be okay.”

“We’ll be fine,” Jimin whispers.

“We’ll be fine,” Yoongi repeats, “you and I…?”

Jimin’s lips twitch as his eyes gloss over, “you and I…” he squeezes Yoongi’s hand over his bump, “and our pup. We’ll be fine.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “I was a piece of shit to you,” he whispers, closes his eyes in pure agony, “you weren’t experienced, you probably thought we were going to be something and I wasn’t even gentle with you the first time—”

“I wasn’t a bloody virgin!” Jimin hisses, tugging at Yoongi’s shirt to make him look at Jimin, “and I liked it!” he ignores how his face heats with each word, “why do you think I kept going back to you? I liked it. You didn’t force yourself on me. Stop it! Stop making it sound like you did!”

Yoongi grimaces, pulling away, “I could’ve been gentler,” he turns away with his hands rubbing down his face, “I could’ve been better. I treated you like the omegas I got used to. The ones who warmed my bed because they had something to gain from it or they were just as twisted as I was. I never stopped to think you were different. I looked at you and thought it’d be a great idea to take you to Joon and Hoba…”

Jimin’s hands ball beside him, “you thought I agreed…”

“Fuck, don’t make excuses for me!” Yoongi grits his teeth, “it makes me feel even more sick to my stomach. Don’t make excuses for what I did. I was so angry at you, I threatened you when you left. Why? Because you slapped me…” a delirious laugh bubbles out of him, “the fucking audacity I had. You must’ve felt betrayed…helpless. You were all alone and there were three of us. Fuck, I…”

The hopeless agony fills Yoongi to the brim. He finally goes back to that day he will regret for the rest of his life, and was terrified of acknowledging.

“You thought I was going to introduce you to my friends as someone important to me, and there I was,” tears pool in Yoongi’s eyes, “thinking of ways we four can enjoy the night. I didn’t stop to think more of it. Of course, I didn’t. When you slapped me, I was angry with you. I didn’t stop to realise how much you were hurting…how humiliated you must’ve felt. I was such a fucking cunt—”

Yoongi turns around to look at Jimin, “I’m so fucking sorry.”

Jimin stands there. Immobile. Not sure what to say when Yoongi walks up to him and drops to his knees. His head bowed. A breath catches in his chest when Yoongi’s forehead touches his feet.

“Yoon—”

“I didn’t treat you as you should’ve been treated,” Yoongi shakes his head, tears smearing on Jimin’s feet, “I was an arrogant, obnoxious, spoilt, rotten alpha who had no idea how to treat someone like you. I was just a reflection of my upbringing. I was just like my appa. I feel so fucking sick… I’m so fucking sorry…”

Jimin’s eyes water too. The more he looks at Yoongi’s curled-up form, the more the alpha’s tears smear on his feet, the more his heart clenches. Those tears somehow manage to unclog a corner of his heart where he stored away his hurts. Where it piled up until it was ready to scatter all over the place. Yoongi’s tears manage to melt it at a quiet and slow pace. Jimin sinks on his knees and puts a hesitant hand on Yoongi’s head. His fingers card through those raven locks.

“You can make it right, now,” Jimin whispers and pulls his hand back when Yoongi starts to straighten on his legs, “I’m right here.”

Yoongi’s eyes are troubled and red-rimmed; he sniffles, “I thought the best I can do is let you go,” he gives Jimin a tearful smile, “there are prettier alphas out there who deserve you way more than I ever will.”

Jimin blinks for a second and then he grits his teeth, “you can’t still be hung up on that?!” he curses, “I was fucking teasing you! Oh, my god!”

Yoongi wipes his eyes, “no, I am not jealous, I swear,” he looks at Jimin in all seriousness, “there are other alphas who can make you happy but I want to be the one who makes you the happiest. I want to work on myself and be that man you deserve because I’m fucking selfish and I can’t let you go.”

Jimin looks like he wants to say something. His eyes shift all over Yoongi’s face before he closes them. Teardrops line his long eyelashes and Yoongi is moving before they can fall.

He is placing his fingers under Jimin’s chin and tilting his face up to kiss those eyelids. One after another. He feels Jimin tremble under his touch. His hands come to clutch onto Yoongi’s shirt.

“You’re mine, angel,” Yoongi’s moist lips drag over Jimin’s damp cheek, “I can’t let you go.”

“I don’t want to leave you, either,” Jimin’s eyelids flutter open, “so work on yourself because I don’t fucking want to regret my decision. You hear me? You need to show me that you can change for us.”

Yoongi pulls Jimin into his arms. Kissing him desperately. Jimin clings to him, settling on Yoongi’s lap with his arms around the alpha’s shoulders.

Yoongi pushes him down on the floor. His eyes never waver from Jimin as he grasps his own shirt and tears it off of him in a rush. Jimin lets the alpha undress him. A blur of kisses and desperate hands all over him.

Then Yoongi is trapping him between the floor and his body. Jimin bites onto his lower lip with a whine when the alpha sinks into him. They both let out a groan as Yoongi bottoms out.

“You’re mine,” Yoongi mouths Jimin’s earlobe, sucking onto it, “say it.”

Jimin nods, gasping with each thrust from the alpha, “y—yes, I’m yours. All yours.”

── .✦

The two of them settled into bed. Yoongi is leaning against the headrest and Jimin against his bare chest. The blanket pulled over them.

Jimin sighs, “I think we should go downstairs. It’s pretty late.”

Yoongi mouths his bare shoulder, “in a minute.”

Jimin moans, “you’ve been saying that for an hour now.”

Yoongi sighs, “and?” he squeezes Jimin’s sides, “you had breakfast. The lunch won’t be served anytime soon, what do you need to go downstairs for?”

Jimin looks over his shoulder at the alpha, “Fionna is there. What’d she think if we stay locked in here for the entire day?”

Yoongi’s eyes glimmer, “she’d understand. Have you seen yourself?”

Jimin elbows him, “come on. I am serious!”

Yoongi groans, “fuck, fine!” he pushes off the blanket, “just so you know, I’m taking you away from here soon. I don’t want you to have any excuse to leave my side.”

Jimin snorts, rolling his eyes with a laugh as his cheeks redden, “yeah, yeah.”

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.

The two of them greet Fionna in the living room before Yoongi leads Jimin outside to the garden. They walk down the narrow path, and Yoongi talks about the trees he planted with his grandmother. He takes Jimin around the garden until Jimin doesn’t want to walk anymore, and they sit under a tree.

Jimin curls up against Yoongi’s chest as Yoongi talks to him.

“I can’t stay here for long,” Jimin looks around the place with a sigh, “I still have a few schedules I need to wrap up before I take my pregnancy leave.”

“I know,” Yoongi kisses his temple, “I’m discussing something with my lawyer. I think you’ll like our new place.”

“New place…?” Jimin squints at the alpha, “we’re not going back to the penthouse?”

Yoongi shakes his head, “nope, I don’t want you anywhere near that place again. Also… when the baby comes,” he plays with Jimin’s hands, “we need to make some space for them. No?”

Jimin arches a brow, “we?”

Yoongi shrugs, “yeah. We.”

He doesn’t elaborate. He doesn’t backtrack like Jimin expected him to. He says it and he waits.

Jimin looks at their joined hands, “so… where are we moving? Maybe we both should divide the cost—”

Yoongi kisses his temple, “I got this.”

Before Jimin can protest, a servant is coming up to them to let them know lunch is served. The two of them get back inside the mansion. Their hands held between them.

── .✦

That evening, Yoongi leaves for a meeting, and Jimin is left alone in the house with Fionna again. Jimin finds himself in Fionna’s room. He goes through her things as she shows him around.

“This is a necklace she gifted me the day we got married,” she nods when Jimin’s eyes widen, “it wasn’t anything official. Just the two of us, in the garden, with no witnesses but the sky and her favourite tree looking over us. We promised each other our forever and I like to think I was there for hers,” her eyes water as she smiles at the necklace, “and I know she is here for mine, too. She gifted me this that day and said it was her mother’s.”

“You don’t wear it?” Jimin traces the teardrop-shaped diamond hanging from the platinum chain, it is elegant and minimalistic, yet so damn beautiful.

Fionna shakes her head, “I stopped wearing it the day she left me. I kept it because she once told me she’d like for me to pass it on to her grandson’s mate.”

Jimin smiles at the pendant, “it’s really pretty.”

Fionna’s eyes search his face with a contented smile, “yeah… really pretty.”

She keeps the necklace away and the two of them settle to watch a movie before dinner.

Jimin goes back to his room after dinner. Too tired to stay up any longer.

Fionna stays in the living room. Reading a book and waiting.

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That night, when Yoongi comes back, Fionna serves him dinner and sits with him.

“You can go and sleep,” Yoongi chews the rice, “I’ll be fine.”

“So, what are you thinking about your father’s company?” Fionna changes the subject as if she didn’t hear Yoongi, “are you going to take over?”

Yoongi looks at the fried rice in front of him, “I don’t want to be a businessman. You know it.”

“Then…?” she waits.

Yoongi sighs, “for now, the board of directors will handle everything. They contacted me about the chairman post as appa left the company for me in his will, but… I don’t know. I’m not skilled for that post and I don’t want to be in that company.”

Fionna sighs, “but, it’s your family business, Yoongi.”

Yoongi looks at Fionna, “what do you want me to do?”

Fionna shrugs, “just don’t sell the company. Please. Your family worked hard for it, Yoongi. I want you to really think about it.”

“I will,” Yoongi looks at his plate, “for now, they’re handling it, but I will think about it.”

She hums, “also, there is something I need to ask you.”

Yoongi arches a brow. Fionna takes a moment to gather her thoughts before she asks.

“Why did you bring Jimin here?” she tilts her head, “really, Yoongi. You could’ve kept him anywhere in the city. Why here?”

When Yoongi just looks at his plate, Fionna sighs with a small smile.

“The necklace is in your grandmother’s closet,” she nods when Yoongi’s eyes snap to her face, “and, yes,” her smile turns softer, “she left it for Jimin. I feel it. I know it. I know you won’t accept it from me because you probably didn’t accept it to yourself yet, but that’s why you brought him here. You needed your grandma to see him.”

“I needed you to see him,” Yoongi whispers, “I needed you to stop worrying about me because…”

“You’re not alone anymore,” Fionna’s eyes glisten, “I can finally rest in peace—”

“Don’t fucking say that!” Yoongi hisses.

“Don’t fucking curse,” Fionna smiles, wiping her eyes, “come with me. Let me be free of this responsibility. I’ve waited so long for this day to come.”

Yoongi follows Fionna to his grandmother’s room, and Fionna pulls out the necklace from her closet’s drawer. She walks up to Yoongi and places it on his open palm before closing it with a wobbly smile.

“You’ll be happy, Yoongi,” Fionna leans in to kiss his forehead, “don’t fight it and you will be happy.”

Yoongi looks at the necklace in his hand and back at Fionna. He opens his arms, and Fionna steps in. They cling to each other with unshed tears in their eyes.

“I’ll be a better man for him,” Yoongi clutches the necklace in his hold, “I’ll not let my past ruin my future. What I feel for him…”

“Your feelings are returned in full, Yoongi,” Fionna rubs his back, “you just have to accept it.”

Yoongi buries his face against her with a sniffle, and Fionna holds him with a watery smile on her face. She looks at Yoongi’s grandmother’s framed picture, and tears roll down her cheeks.

‘Your last wish will come true, babe,’ she thinks as her arms tighten around Yoongi, ‘your grandson will be a good man. A good husband. A good father. He will break the cycle. He already is. He fell in love, babe, something none of his ancestors probably did because they didn’t have a heart. Yoongi does. He loves. So fiercely. He will live a happy life, babe. I can see the beginning already.’

── .✦

Jimin and Fionna hug by the car. Jimin promises her that he will visit, and he makes her promise that she will visit when the pup is born. Then Jimin gets in the car, and they are leaving the mansion behind.

“Where to now?” Jimin asks the alpha when he can’t see Fionna in the rearview anymore.

Yoongi shrugs, “surprise.”

Jimin fixes him with a glare, “yeah, I don’t think I like surprises from you.”

Yoongi glances at him and shakes his head with a small smile, “pretty sure you’ll like this one.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything further. He sits with his eyes on the passing roads, trying to make a route in his head. Yoongi’s hand comes to rest on his thigh. Jimin places his own hand on top of the alpha’s, mindlessly tracing his thumb over the alpha’s knuckles.

── .✦

Yoongi keeps sneaking glances at Jimin, and he sees the exact moment the omega realises where they are heading. He sits up straighter. His eyes tracing the name of the gated community. Then he looks at Yoongi who keeps his eyes resolutely on the road ahead.

“Where… Yoongi…?” Jimin grips his hand.

Yoongi doesn’t reply. He speeds up the car instead. When it takes the familiar turn, Jimin sees Taehyung and Jungkook waiting by the kerb. He lets out a choked noise.

“What’s going on?” Jimin asks while Yoongi slows the car.

Yoongi gestures at the new house beside the one where Jungkook and Taehyung live, “Jungkook told me the same promoter was building a house beside theirs, and I thought, why not?”

Jimin looks at the house and back at Yoongi. His eyes are wide and expression giving away how shocked he is. Yoongi bites back a smile and before he can say anything, Taehyung is yanking the door open to greet Jimin.

“Hi!” Taehyung clutches his hand, “welcome home!”

Jimin looks at the house and back at Yoongi again, “we’ll live here?”

Yoongi nods, can’t help but reach out to trace Jimin’s lips with his thumb, “I thought you’d like to live near your best friend.”

Jimin’s eyes gloss over and he is looking at Taehyung. Taehyung pulls him out of the car and hugs him. Yoongi gets out of the car too. Nods at Jungkook who comes over to his side.

The four of them stand on the pavement and watch their houses.

“There’s a door on the fence,” Taehyung points, “anytime we want, we can just walk up to each other’s houses through the fence.”

Jimin looks at the house and back at Yoongi, “all our stuff…?”

“I got everything delivered and stored,” Yoongi walks closer to Jimin, “now we just need to settle in.”

Jimin looks at Taehyung, “I can’t believe this.”

Taehyung grins, “I can’t either.”

“Let’s get inside,” Jungkook chuckles, “you two can gush over the houses once we’re inside, too.”

Yoongi wraps his arm around Jimin’s waist and leads him inside. Jimin looks around the place with nothing but sheer astonishment and happiness.

Yoongi steps back and lets the omega explore the place. Taehyung is already familiar with the plan of the house, so he leads Jimin around, showing him this and that.

Time to time, Jimin would look over at Yoongi, and each time something warm would get its wings in Yoongi’s heart. His eyes trailing after Jimin as the omega walks around the place that’d be their home from now on.

Taehyung leaves after an hour or so when Jungkook brings in Taegguk who is on the verge of tears because he missed his papa. After the three of them leave, Yoongi finally lets out a sigh of relief.

Jimin is still standing by the back door of the house, smiling at Taehyung’s retreating figure. Yoongi walks up to him and scoops him in a back hug.

“Can I have your attention now?” he whispers in Jimin’s ear.

Jimin leans against him, closing his eyes with a peaceful sigh, “I don’t know what to say. You really bought this house?” he looks at Yoongi, “what are you doing, Yoongi?”

Yoongi closes the door and guides Jimin inside, “I’m trying to build a home with you.”

Jimin looks over his shoulder at him, “a home with me?”

Yoongi nods, hands coming to cover Jimin’s belly, “yeah.”

He kisses Jimin like that. Their lips moulding together. Jimin hums into it. He turns in Yoongi’s arms to face him. Kiss him properly.

“I didn’t decorate the house yet,” Yoongi murmurs against his lips, “I don’t know, maybe we can do that together?”

Jimin nods, pulls back with a small smile, “I’d like that.”

He looks around the place, “we should also build the nursery.”

“Yeah, we need to go shopping for that,” Yoongi smiles at him.

Jimin smiles back. His eyes roam over the house.

“You like it, right?”

Jimin nods again, “I love it.”

Jimin doesn’t ask what this means for them. Yoongi doesn’t say it either.

Not now.

It’s not the time yet.

‘Baby steps,’ they think to themselves, ‘baby steps.’

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Chapter Text

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“Maybe we should find out the gender of the pup before buying clothes?” Jimin heaves an exasperated sigh and looks at the alpha who is browsing through the onesies.

Yoongi pulls one up with cat ears and pouts, “but it looks so cute. See!”

Jimin’s frown melts as he looks at the onesie and back at Yoongi, “maybe you should get one, and you can match with the little one.”

To his horror, the alpha’s face lights up.

“That’s a great idea,” Yoongi clicks a picture of the onesie before putting it in their cart, “I’ll get one for both of us! We’ll be a cat family!”

Jimin groans, “great!”

He doesn’t understand how they ended up in the clothing aisle when they were supposed to pick up a few other items for the nursery. But here they are. The alpha dragging the cart around and buying things they won’t need for at least a few more months.

“We need to get the car seats,” Yoongi scrolls through his phone, “Jungkook said that’s something we both need right away.”

“Is that a list?” Jimin peeks over Yoongi’s shoulder at his phone, “Jungkook’s?”

Yoongi nods in all seriousness, “only he has a kid in my friend circle.”

Jimin stares at the side of the alpha’s face, “your friend circle is three people. That’s a triangle.”

Yoongi looks at him, “add me and you've got a square. We can be a shape or a number. Versatility.”

Jimin licks the inside of his mouth, “was that supposed to be one of your jokes where you expect me to laugh?”

Yoongi waits a few seconds, when Jimin just stares back, he huffs and then rolls the cart forward, “you’re no fun. Hoba would’ve been on the floor by now.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, “you’re stupid, and so are your friends.”

Yoongi arches a brow, “and, you’re still carrying my child.”

“Never said I am smart,” Jimin grumbles to himself, “can we really move along? I highly doubt we need all these things right now. I am barely five months in!”

Yoongi waves his hand, “it’s better to be prepared,” he looks at his phone again, “also, diapers—”

“Yoon!” Jimin slaps Yoongi’s back, “it will catch dust if we buy them now! We’re not buying diapers right now!”

Yoongi looks like he wants to protest. So Jimin just glares. The alpha huffs and shrugs.

“Next, we have a rocking chair and a changing table,” Yoongi looks around, “we need to ask if they have those here—”

“Jimin?”

Jimin and Yoongi look over to see Taemin. The alpha is carrying a box that looks like a racing car for kids. He walks over to them with a wide smile.

“Hey,” he nods at Yoongi and then looks back at Jimin, “what are you doing here?”

Jimin gestures at the cart in Yoongi’s hold, “shopping for the baby,” he sighs while eyeing their almost overflowing cart, “overdoing it, actually.”

Taemin looks at the cart and chuckles, “you can never be too prepared for a baby.”

“I’ll get the car seat,” Yoongi excuses himself with a small smile at Taemin.

Jimin stops himself from grabbing the alpha’s shirt to stop him. He has built a habit of sticking closer to the alpha in public places where he’s exposed to too many scents. Yoongi’s presence and scent calm him. Jimin watches Yoongi go and sighs. Trying to be reasonable about the separation for a few minutes.

“So, what are you doing here?” Jimin looks at the box in Taemin’s hold, “going back to your childhood?”

“Oh, no!” Taemin laughs, “just buying a present for my sister’s three-year-old. This place is expensive as fuck.”

“I know,” Jimin looks around them, “but it’s the best place according to public review and recommendation,” he gestures at where Yoongi disappeared, “so, he brought us here. Also, Jungkook recommended. He knows everything about babies.”

“You seem frustrated,” Taemin’s lips twitch with a teasing smirk.

Jimin huffs, “it’s a Sunday morning. I wanted to sleep in. Not walk around buying things we won’t need for at least a few more months.”

Taemin nods with a sigh, “I understand. But, he’s probably excited for the baby to have everything they need once they’re here.”

Jimin starts walking with Taemin by his side, “yeah, I get that, but I also want to sleep,” he looks at the race car, “the car looks really nice. I’m sure your niece will like it.”

“She loves racing cars because her father is a racer and she wants to be one when she grows up,” Taemin chuckles, “she also loves me and will cry if I don’t attend her birthday party. Hey,” he whirls on his feet to face Jimin, effectively stopping in the middle of the aisle, “that reminds me, it’s my birthday next week. I was going to call you, but I’m glad I got to do this face-to-face. I want you to come to the party, please. It’s just a small gathering of friends. Seojoon hyung will be there. I really want you to come.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jimin shifts on his feet with an awkward smile, “I’m not going to be fun at a party right now. I can’t drink. I can’t bear too loud music—”

“It’s just a small gathering,” Taemin begs almost, “there won’t be loud music. I’m turning twenty-eight this year. I don’t party like that anymore. It’s going to be cosy. Please?”

Jimin can’t bring himself to say no when Taemin looks like he will insist more if Jimin does that. He looks hopeful and excited. Jimin gives in with a breathy chuckle.

“Fine,” he smiles at the alpha when Taemin grins, “just send me the details. I’ll be there.”

“Thank you!” Taemin steps closer and wraps his arms around Jimin, “it means so much to me.”

Jimin hugs him back, “oh, come on. Stop making it sound like a bigger deal than it actually is.”

“It is a big deal to me,” Taemin’s arms flex around him.

Jimin looks over when Yoongi appears at the end of the aisle, carrying a huge cardboard box. The alpha’s steps slow down when he notices Jimin in Taemin’s arms. Jimin sees the way Yoongi’s eyes flicker to where Taemin is hugging him and where their bodies are pressed against each other.

Yoongi’s eyes darken. His jaw sets. Jimin feels his heart stutter. His chest expands for no reason as he takes Yoongi in. Yoongi advances slowly now. His eyes never waver from where Taemin has his arms wrapped around Jimin.

Jimin pulls back and smiles at Taemin while Yoongi walks up to them.

“They don’t have the rocking chairs for now,” Yoongi says in a rough voice, clears his throat when he realizes how deep it sounds, “maybe I’ll come back some other day to get it. We’re done for now.”

“Great!” Jimin looks at Taemin, “I’ll see you at the party then. Yeah?”

“See you, yeah,” Taemin smiles with a nod and looks at Yoongi, “bye, Yoongi ssi.”

Yoongi nods wordlessly, and Taemin turns on his boots. Leaving down the aisle. Yoongi then looks at Jimin who sets out for the counter too.

“What party?”

Jimin leans against the countertop while Yoongi piles the things there, “his birthday party. He invited me.”

“Just you?” Yoongi arches a brow.

Jimin shrugs, “yeah. Why?”

Yoongi’s jaw clenches. He doesn’t say anything. He pulls out his black card to pay for the things while Jimin watches him stew in silence.

“You realize it’s just a birthday party and there will be others, right?” Jimin rests his chin on his hand with an amused tilt of his lips, “and I think his party won’t be like the ones you’re used to.”

Those feline-like eyes snap to him. Then the alpha looks at the woman behind the counter and thanks her for her service. He lets the two boys from the shop carry the things out for them and takes Jimin’s hand in his. He doesn’t utter a single word. Much to Jimin’s amusement.

“Are you seriously going to sulk for the rest of the day?” Jimin nudges his side.

“I’m not sulking,” Yoongi opens the car’s door for Jimin, “it’s just a damn party. Who cares?”

Jimin snorts, strapping himself in, “say that to your face.”

Yoongi closes the door and rounds the car to get in the driver’s seat.

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The two of them eat lunch in one of Jimin’s favourite restaurants. Sitting face to face, their eyes meet over the menus, and Yoongi keeps looking away first.

“So this will be our entire Sunday? You’ll sulk through everything?” Jimin asks again when the food is served, “I’ll leave then!”

“I’m not sulking,” Yoongi sighs, peeling a shrimp for him before holding it out for Jimin to take in his mouth, “I’m just saying, he could’ve invited me too. Why does he want you alone there?”

“Because we’re friends and you were just this senior rapper who cast him for his MV,” Jimin chews the shrimp and sips his drink.

“Senior rapper…?” Yoongi stares, “I’m just four months older than him!”

Jimin’s lips twitch, and he feigns an eye roll, “120 days younger! That counts!”

Yoongi grumbles, “yeah, okay!”

Jimin bites back a laugh, “can you stop? It’s just a birthday party.”

Yoongi shrugs, changing the subject. The two of them reach home after lunch, and while Jimin goes to bed for an afternoon nap, Yoongi goes to the freshly painted nursery to assemble a few furniture.

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Jimin wakes up to an unfamiliar noise. He yawns and gets up on the bed. They moved here six days ago. The place is still new to him. He still wakes up disoriented sometimes.

Jimin wipes his eyes and gets out of bed to stretch. He hears the noise again and with a groan, walks out of the master bedroom to search for the alpha who is still going at it since they returned three or so hours ago.

Jimin opens the door of the nursery and his mouth opens to admonish the alpha but he stops. His mouth snaps closed.

Yoongi has his back to him as he works with a few pieces of wood, nailing them to build, what Jimin thinks, a rack.

The alpha is wearing a tattered, white t-shirt with a blue, leather apron in the front. His broad back is almost visible through the thin material of the t-shirt. Every time he hammers a nail in the wood, his arm flexes, leaving Jimin a little tongue-tied. Yoongi’s back muscles shift as he pulls a wooden slab up on the desk where he is working.

Jimin swallows, “what are you doing?”

Yoongi looks over his shoulder at him, “oh,” he gestures at the already fixed crib, “I thought you’d want a cabinet to keep the pup’s cleaning essentials. Maybe we can set that up beside the feeding chair and it’ll have an attached changing table…”

Jimin’s eyes roam over the alpha’s back. Sweat plastering the t-shirt over his back, outlining his deltoid and trapezius muscles along with his rhomboids. Jimin’s hand tightens on the doorknob.

He stands there with his eyes glued to the alpha’s back. His gut flutters with arousal the more the alpha talks. His slow drawl fills Jimin’s ears while he works.

The drill machine starts, and Jimin feels the buzz in him as he watches how Yoongi’s biceps flex as he holds the machine.

He swallows. Yoongi hasn’t initiated anything since they shifted here. Maybe because both of them were tired of decorating the place, and Jimin was stressed about building his nest.

The alpha would just scent him before they kiss and go to sleep.

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Jimin bites onto his lower lip and squeezes his legs together.

“Leave the room, angel,” Yoongi says when he feels Jimin’s presence, “or wear a mask. The—”

Jimin takes hesitant steps to go and stand right behind Yoongi. His fingers twitch, and he hesitates. Then he is placing his palm in the middle of Yoongi’s shoulder blade.

The alpha freezes.

Jimin’s hand traces the tensed muscles on Yoongi’s back. His palm glides smoothly over the sweaty and thin t-shirt.

Yoongi puts the drill down and looks over his shoulder, “angel…?”

Jimin’s hand travels down, and he plays with the strings of Yoongi’s apron. With his eyes on Yoongi, he tugs the knot off, making the apron go slack on Yoongi.

Yoongi finally turns to fully face him, “do you need my attention, kitten?”

Jimin takes off Yoongi’s apron without a word and looks at him without it. The t-shirt is damp over Yoongi’s defined chest. Jimin swallows. Jimin’s eyes travel downwards to see the alpha’s toned stomach plastered against the thin material of the t-shirt.

Jimin takes hold of the hem of the t-shirt. Yoongi helps him take it off. He doesn’t protest when Jimin throws it over his shoulder.

Jimin’s eyes travel over Yoongi’s bare upper body. His hands come to rest on Yoongi’s waist, hooking his fingers on the alpha’s belt. His eyes follow a sweat drop as it rolls down Yoongi’s chest.

Jimin leans in to capture the sweat with his lips. Tongue presses flat against the alpha’s skin.

“Shit,” Yoongi’s hand flies to grasp his elbow, “princess—”

Jimin licks a fat stripe over Yoongi’s chest and stops on his nipple. Yoongi looks down at the omega, and Jimin’s mouth wraps around the hardening tip.

Yoongi throws his head back with a grunt, “fuck!”

Jimin sucks on his nipple, moans when Yoongi’s hand combs through his hair, and grips the locks between his fingers.

Jimin licks the alpha’s chest, up to his jaw, and then captures his mouth for a kiss that Yoongi returns hungrily.

“Does princess want attention?” Yoongi growls against his lips, “did alpha leave you to fend for yourself for far too long, baby?”

Jimin moans into the kiss, hands roaming over Yoongi’s front, “yeah, he did,” he pulls back to breathe, matches the alpha’s hungry eyes with his equally hungry ones, “so, princess is here to take what he wants. Now shut up and let him.”

Jimin unbuckles Yoongi’s pants and shoves it down. The alpha’s cock springs free and Jimin takes a hold of it to give it a firm squeeze. Yoongi groans.

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Yoongi never felt so out of control of his own emotions.

He hasn’t ever felt so hungry for another person like he does at that moment.

Jimin had sucked him off. Kneeling on the floor and keeping his eyes on Yoongi. Jimin sucked him so well, Yoongi thought about knotting the omega’s throat. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel himself hardening even more when he realized he had taught Jimin to suck his cock so well.

He had pulled Jimin off of him and laid him out on the desk as soon as that thought came to him. He ate him out until Jimin came, and then he added his fingers to fuck the omega into another orgasm.

While Jimin stayed there, catching his breath, his legs spread open as slick dripped out of him, Yoongi realized he still wasn’t satisfied. He still needed more.

So, here they are now.

Jimin in his arms. The omega’s back pressed against the wall of the nursery while Yoongi fucks into him.

“Oh, god!” Jimin’s eyes roll back on a particularly hard thrust, “oh, right there, yeah…”

Yoongi mouths Jimin’s throat, teeth sinking to leave marks, “like that, princess?” he drags his cock out and pushes back in, “like being full of alpha’s cock?”

Jimin nods frantically, “yes, yes!”

Yoongi grunts, “missed me, huh?” he rolls his hips, earning a whimper from Jimin, “missed my attention?”

“So much,” Jimin whispers, barely able to talk as he gets hammered against the wall, “oh, god, Yoongi!”

His nails dig into Yoongi’s shoulders in desperation. Yoongi has his hands under Jimin’s knees to hold him up against the wall. His upper body holds Jimin on the wall for him. Their bodies flush against each other.

Jimin mouths Yoongi’s shoulders, arms wrapping tighter around Yoongi’s neck, “come in me. Please…”

Yoongi pulls out, “not so soon, kitten,” he smirks when Jimin cries out in frustration, “not so soon.”

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Jimin is a mess of trembling limbs and whimpering mouth with tears running down his face. He is on the floor with Yoongi on top of him. Fucking him senseless.

“Once the baby comes,” Yoongi grunts against his mouth, “I’ll fuck another in you,” his cock twitches in Jimin, “then another, and another,” he growls when Jimin looks at him with those wide, aroused eyes, “you’ll spend your entire life on your back with my cock buried in you. Yeah?” Yoongi’s hand caresses his bump, “you’ll always be full of my pups. Mine! You’re mine! Say it!”

Jimin nods, throat baring for the alpha to leave hickeys there, “yours…” he tightens around Yoongi, “all yours, alpha… please.”

Yoongi’s knot finally pops. He ruts through it, pumping loads of his cum in Jimin while Jimin lies there. All sated and sleepy. Yoongi looks at the worn-out omega, and the itch comes back.

He pulls out when his knot goes down, but he is still hard. Yoongi pumps another load on Jimin’s face. Rubs his cock all over Jimin’s face before pulling away.

Jimin lies there with his unfocused eyes slowly closing. Yoongi carries the omega to the washroom afterwards. He sits with Jimin in the bathtub as it fills. Kisses the omega’s bare shoulders. Whispers sweet nothings in his ears as Jimin comes down from his high. Jimin leans back against him while Yoongi cleans him up.

“Was I too rough?” Yoongi traces a hickey on Jimin’s neck with his eyes.

Jimin’s cheeks flush and he shrugs, “I like it when you’re rough.”

Yoongi hums, “you also like it when I do wood-carving, I am guessing?”

Jimin ducks his head with a barely concealed smile, “the evidence would support your claim. Yeah.”

Yoongi’s chest rumbles with pleasure, “I see,” he takes a hold of Jimin’s chin to turn him to face the alpha, kissing him, “can I take you out for dinner?”

Jimin pulls back a little, “huh?”

Yoongi nods, his eyes searching Jimin’s face, “maybe it can be a date?”

“Maybe?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi breathes out, his lips twitching, “it’s a date.”

Jimin turns away, “ask properly or forget it—”

“Park Jimin,” Yoongi mouths his nape while speaking in his post-orgasm, rough voice, “will you go on a date with me?”

Jimin bites back a smile and nods, “yes, I would.”

Yoongi pulls him in a hug, “thank fuck!”

Jimin giggles, turning his head to kiss the alpha with that grin still lingering on his face.

── .✦

“I shouldn’t feel like throwing up, right?” Yoongi looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his cuffs, “and I don’t think this shirt looks good on me. Your choices suck, hoba!”

Hoseok groans, “Namjoon, tell him he looks good!”

Namjoon sighs, “hyung, you look good.”

Yoongi eyes Namjoon, “just parrot whatever he says, won’t you?”

Namjoon’s lips twitch, “what do you want me to say? You’re not fussy about the damn shirt; you’re tensed about the fact that this is the first time you’re taking someone out on a date. You’re pissing your pants about that and not the damn shirt.”

Yoongi looks at the shirt he is wearing. It’s a black shirt with big, white circles on it. He tilts his head and looks at himself again.

“I don’t want him to think I didn’t dress up for the date, but I also don’t want him to think I dressed up way too much because that’d be—”

“Pathetic?” Jungkook supplies from where he is chewing on an apple, “miserable? Whipped? Out of character? Choose whichever.”

“I choose whipped,” Namjoon shrugs, “the pathetic phase was him selecting a pant in the sea of black pants and making us sit through it.”

“You’re really going on your first date at the age of twenty-eight?” Hoseok leans closer to the screen in interest, “seriously? You never went on a date before?”

“Fuck off, hoba, I never saw the point!” Yoongi stares at himself, hands in his pockets, “and I look like a man wearing light bulbs. This shirt is not looking good!”

His friends laugh.

“Hyung,” Hoseok grins, “you look good. Stop fretting. Where are you going, by the way?”

“Wine and dine?” Jungkook wiggles his brows.

“He’s pregnant, so no wine,” Yoongi picks up his watch, “and I am not telling you where I am taking him. It’s a surprise.”

“As much as I am enjoying this, I got to ask,” Namjoon’s smile dims, “what are you doing, hyung? Are you clear about what you want? Because if not, you’re setting you both up for a heartbreak.”

Yoongi pauses to look at the alpha. Hoseok and Jungkook are looking at him too. Their smiles also dimmed. Yoongi looks at himself in the mirror.

“You barely acknowledged what happened to your father,” Namjoon carries on, “you barely reacted to your papa being in jail. I don’t know, hyung… please tell me this is not you trying to run from your pent-up feelings and using Jimin as a distraction?”

Yoongi looks at his cuffs and fixes them again. Then he takes a deep breath to process his words before looking at the screen where his friends are already looking at him.

“I don’t have anything to process, Namjoon. That house, those two… they were just people I knew. People I grew up around, and each day I begged to get out of there. I don’t miss them. I don’t have enough happy memories with them to reminisce. I was shaken by the death, as any normal person would be. But I don’t feel anything for that night at a deeper level. Do you expect me to mourn my parents who never felt like my parents? Because then I can’t. I don’t have anything to mourn or miss. Yes, I will make sure papa gets treatment. He lost his entire life because of my father, but I do not feel any connection with him. He hated me growing up. He was, for whatever reason, terrible to me. I seriously have no emotional connection to these people. At all.”

He looks at his hands, “I care about this person in the next room who stuck with me even after everything I put him through. I care about this omega who can easily pack up and leave, but didn’t. I care about our unborn child because that’s my family. I want to treat them right. I want to treat that omega right who had all the reasons to dump my ass, but for some godforsaken reason didn’t. He could’ve. Easily. He still can. Yet, he finds it in himself to stick around me, and I don’t want him to regret that decision ever.”

His friends look at him with tender smiles.

Namjoon nods.

“I was just making sure,” Namjoon waves his hand, “Jimin is different, and I don’t want him to get hurt again.”

“I get that,” Yoongi chuckles, “I’ll try my best to make him happy. Always. I promise.”

“You can,” Jungkook nods when Yoongi looks at him, “I believe people can change, and I believe we can do something we set our minds to. I also believe people forgive if they think you really worked on yourself and you’re trying to do better for them. So… you’ll be fine, hyung.”

“Thank you,” Yoongi reaches for the iPad, “now excuse me, I have a date to go to.”

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Jimin is wearing a loose black silk shirt that shows off his collarbones because of how loose it is around the omega. The shorts are barely visible under his shirt, which is partially tucked in. He is also wearing that choker Yoongi bought for him. The pendant shines brighter in the dimly lit room.

The blonde’s eyes roam over Yoongi, and Jimin smiles, “you look good.”

Yoongi takes his time. His eyes keep roaming over Jimin until Jimin starts to squirm in his place.

“You look gorgeous,” Yoongi walks up to him to kiss him on the lips, “shall we go?”

“Where are we going?” Jimin wonders against his lips.

Yoongi pulls back with a small smile, “you’d know once we reach there.”

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Yoongi never cared how anyone felt about what he did. He never really thought about others or their feelings. That is, until a certain omega who is walking alongside him and looking at him with a small smile now.

“You look nervous,” Jimin bites back a smile, “that’s something new.”

Yoongi squeezes Jimin’s hand in his, “yeah, you’re just saying anything at this point.”

He stops once they reach the destination and looks at a curious and confused Jimin.

“I hope you like it,” Yoongi pushes open the door with bated breath, and Jimin steps inside with a frown.

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It’s a theatre.

An empty theatre with the staffs welcoming them. Jimin looks at them and back at Yoongi, who fidgets beside him.

“This way, sir,” a staff member smiles at Jimin.

Jimin follows her with Yoongi’s hand getting clammier in his hold. They enter the theatre and Jimin looks around the empty place.

“You… booked the show?” Jimin whispers, “or it’s a flop one?”

Yoongi snorts, making him sit, “it’s a personal one.”

Jimin smiles when a staff member brings him some refreshments. He leans back against his seat and looks at Yoongi who still looks tensed.

The lights dim, and Yoongi takes a deep breath before settling in his seat. He looks at Jimin when the spotlights focus on the curtains in front of the stage.

Yoongi has been here for all the practices. He has spent hours perfecting the craft, and now he’ll just sit and watch Jimin watch the end result.

── .✦

It’s a musical.

Jimin watches the story unfold in front of his eyes when the curtains open.

A man walks out on the stage and sits by the piano that was already there. His clothes are a dark shade of blue, and he is highlighted in the hues of red. His name echoes in the theatre.

Yebin.

Yebin reaches for the keys of the piano. Playing a tune that spreads in the auditorium with many other instruments joining in. The tune is unfamiliar to Jimin, and it’s like a storm passing through Yebin on the stage as the instruments pick up the distraught notes.

There are other people who run out onto the stage. Some try to pull Yebin away from the piano. Some are sitting by him, seductively playing with his face and trying to pull him towards them. Trying to force his eyes on them, at least. They are all trying to distract him. Break him away from the piano and somehow ruin his concentration.

Yebin doesn’t move. He keeps playing. The music gets louder with each press of the keys.

It keeps getting louder and hollower with each passing second.

Jimin can feel the anguish through that tune. His heartbeat follows the storm the piano orchestrates.

Yebin slams his hands down on the piano once the piece is over. Jimin flinches, gripping the armrest and refusing to look away from the stage. His breath caught in his throat.

Yebin sits. Head hanging low. His breathing is harsh through the mic attached to him.

The others slowly leave the stage. Now he is alone. The red hue slowly dims, and the stage is left in darkness.

Jimin holds his breath. The snacks and drink forgotten.

The silence feels charged with tension, and Jimin almost stops blinking. Waiting for something to happen. Something to startle him—

A small spotlight beams on the stage again and another man walks out while his name is whispered through the speakers.

Juan.

He is wearing a white shirt with white pants. His hair is also ash blonde. Juan smiles at the audience, and soft lights fill the stage.

He starts to dance. The music is now softer, gentler, peaceful.

Calmer and tender than what Yebin played.

Jimin watches as Yebin turns to look at the blond dance. He watches how Yebin stands up and walks forward to grasp the blonde’s wrist when the dance reaches its peak. Abruptly stopping Juan’s dance.

The blonde still smiles at Yebin. His hands come to rest on Yebin’s chest.

Somewhere, someone glides their hand down the piano, leaving behind a sound that is like an electric shock zipping down one’s spine.

Jimin gets it. It’s how Yebin feels when Juan touches him.

Then Yebin touches the blonde, and the soft lights over them start to change.

Jimin watches with breathless anticipation how the lights dim around Juan and the red hue comes back. Yebin pulls the blonde to himself. His lips trail down Juan’s cheek.

The light is blazing red now. The instruments bleed through the speakers.

Jimin’s breath hitches because of how Juan’s smile dims. Those eyes fill with tears and Yebin is pulling back with a cruel smile.

Jimin looks at Yoongi who is looking at him with an indescribable expression on his face. Jimin looks back at the stage.

Yebin turns to leave and Juan falls on his knees. Almost lifeless. Almost drained.

Jimin grips the armrests. His heart is beating a mile per minute. His eyes move from the blonde to the dark-haired man.

As soon as Juan falls on the ground, Yebin looks over.

The music turns aggressive. As if there is a conflict going on in Yebin’s mind. Yebin watches the blonde kneel there.

Jimin looks at Juan’s hands. Juan’s hands are slowly turning dark. The blonde looks up at Yebin with wide, vulnerable and scared eyes.

The guitar clashes with the piano. The violin’s melody slams against the cello’s screeching.

Juan’s eyes search Yebin’s face. With a haunting smile, Juan turns away, trying to crawl away from Yebin with his eyes closed in visible pain.

Jimin sits up straighter.

Yebin sinks to his knees then. He reaches for Juan and pulls him closer. The music slowly dims as he cradles the blonde, who seems to slowly gain his strength back.

Juan blinks his eyes open, and his hand comes up to touch Yebin’s cheek.

Jimin watches how the red hue slowly starts to fade. Juan sits up to look at Yebin who bows his head. The music turns melancholic.

The blonde pulls Yebin to himself, hiding him in his arms. Yebin’s hands shift then, holding Juan back. Almost clinging to him. The music quiets to nothing.

There is just silence after that.

With two people on the stage. Holding each other.

Jimin holds his breath.

Yebin pulls back to look Juan in the eyes, “I’ve fallen for you.”

Juan blinks and then he smiles. Music bursts through the speakers and the lights get so bright, Jimin has to squint to see them standing up and pull each other in a dance that has them both laughing. The scenes change behind them. It goes from one season to another. But the couple keeps dancing. Yebin takes the blonde’s greying hands and kisses them, wiping them clean. Juan smiles, pulling him in a kiss as the curtains fall.

The last thing Jimin sees is the spring on the screen. The couple wrapped in each other’s arms with wide smiles on their faces.

Jimin looks at Yoongi and Yoongi is still looking at him.

“What is…this…” Jimin whispers because his throat feels too tight to talk properly, “Yoongi… what’s—”

“You know,” Yoongi whispers back, his voice tight with the same vulnerability that Jimin feels deep inside, “you must know.”

Jimin shakes his head in frustration, tears filling his eyes.

In Jimin’s head, the two men continue dancing. The music continues to float around them. Sweet and hopeful and so, so tender.

In Jimin’s mind, the season stays Spring for them. For the rest of their lives.

But…

Jimin bites his lip, “I don’t know.”

Yoongi’s eyes pool with tears too, “Jimin—”

“I don’t know,” Jimin swallows, tears roll down his cheeks, “say it!” he hisses, nails digging on the armrests, “fucking say it! Voice it! What should I know? What do you want to tell me—”

“I’m in love with you.”

Yoongi barely whispers it, and yet, to Jimin, it feels like the alpha’s voice rings in the empty theatre. It echoes and comes crashing back in waves to him.

Jimin sits in absolute shock. His eyes wide and his mouth open with unsaid words hanging from his lips.

Yoongi looks like he is not even breathing. His eyes are red-rimmed. He looks shaken.

“There,” he says through clenched jaw, “I said it!”

“Say it again,” Jimin whispers in a breathy voice.

“What?” Yoongi’s knuckles turn white when he grips the armrest.

“Say it again,” Jimin repeats in a firmer voice this time, “say it until it sounds like acceptance and not a burden,” he stands up, “say it until you’re not scared to accept it. Say it like it brings you joy or just don’t say it because if loving me makes you miserable, I don’t—”

“Loving you makes me vulnerable,” Yoongi stands up too, “loving you makes me exposed to the possibilities of rejection, heartbreak, unrequited feelings. Loving you hurts because what if it’s not returned in full?” Yoongi’s eyes gloss over, “loving you is also understanding that you have all the rights to not return those feelings. Loving you is also watching you be in harm’s way in our everyday life. Loving you is seeing you sad because of someone else, hurt because of life itself and telling my controlling ass self that I have to let you experience life and I can’t store you away in my damn house forever because I want to. Loving you brings out the scariest sides of me that I didn’t think existed in me. So, yes, Park Jimin, loving you is terrifying, and yes, I will say it with agony because it tears through me,” he grasps the shirt over his chest, “when I think I fell for you. Yes, it pains me. Because I am selfish, I want you to want me too, but I’m smart enough to know you shouldn’t. I’m wise enough to know you deserve fucking better.”

Jimin has tears in his eyes, and Yoongi is not better. He blinks them back and inhales deeply. Continuing before his courage leaves him.

“Loving you makes me miserable because there’s also this realization that maybe I’m too late,” Yoongi wipes his eyes angrily, “loving you is scary because I broke you once, and you can break me now. It’s giving up my heart that I thought I didn’t have at all. Now you own it, Park Jimin, and you’ve no idea how terrified I am that you’ll stomp all over it. So, yes. Accepting my feelings for you is hard, and yes, I will sound miserable because I don’t think I deserve to love you. This is like a shooting star wishing it could touch the moon while it burns to dust!”

Jimin looks at the curtains on the stage and back at Yoongi, “say it again.”

Yoongi looks confused. Jimin’s expression crumbles. He waits. Waits until Yoongi realizes what he wants to hear. Waits until Yoongi’s own eyes reflect how vulnerable the omega feels.

Yoongi’s shoulders slump, “I’m in love with you.”

Jimin hugs himself, “again.”

Yoongi’s eyes fill with fresh tears, “I’m in love with you.”

Jimin bites onto his quivering lips, “again.”

Tears roll down Yoongi’s cheeks, “I’m in love with you.”

Jimin closes his eyes. Teardrops cling to his eyelashes. His lips quiver. He stands there as if soaking Yoongi’s words up.

Yoongi takes the time to watch Jimin. He steps closer. His hands take a hold of Jimin’s waist.

His lips touch the omega’s forehead, “if you let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life saying it to you.”

Jimin whimpers, “you’re so…” he shakes his head, “Yoongi…”

“Please,” Yoongi whimpers, “please, angel. If not anything, accept my feelings for you. That’s all I ask. I won’t ask you to return them.”

Jimin pulls him down for a kiss. His hands clutch onto Yoongi’s collars. Their lips moulding against each other’s. Jimin shudders, stepping closer to the alpha’s warmth.

“I accept it,” he whispers against Yoongi’s lips, “I accept your feelings.”

Yoongi lets out a dry sob. His arms wrap around Jimin for a desperate hug. Jimin hugs him back. He buries his face in Yoongi’s chest with tears soaking Yoongi’s shirt.

“For first dates, I wouldn’t recommend this, by the way,” Jimin murmurs against Yoongi with a wet laugh that ends in a sniffle, “a movie and dinner’s fine.”

Yoongi lets out a drained laugh under his breath, “yeah. You have to walk with me here. This is my first ever date.”

“What?” Jimin pulls back with his wide eyes searching Yoongi’s face, “what do you mean this is your ‘first ever’ date?!”

Yoongi nods. His cheeks are tinted. He gestures around them and sighs.

“First date,” his lips twitch, “never saw the point before.”

Jimin tries to find words, but they are chasing each other in his head. All he can master is a shocked expression that has Yoongi awkwardly shifting on his feet.

“It’s been an hour already,” Yoongi murmurs, “maybe we should leave. I do have a reservation for dinner—”

Jimin looks at the stage again, “did you compose that piece?”

The silence answers him instead of Yoongi.

He pulls Yoongi in for another kiss. His hands hold Yoongi’s face between them as their mouths move against each other. They part only when it gets too much. Both of them are breathing in with a small smile directed at each other.

Jimin lets the alpha take his hand and lead him out of the theatre. He thanks the staff with a small smile because his mind is still reeling.

Yoongi is walking ahead of him. Jimin looks at his back and down where their hands are joined. He stops on the pavement, bringing Yoongi to a halt too.

Yoongi looks over at him with a curious frown. Jimin steps up, his hand cups Yoongi’s face, and pulls him in for another kiss.

Yoongi smiles into it. They stand on the pavement with their arms around each other. Their mouths onto each other. Yoongi pulls back to kiss the corner of his lips and then gives him a small smile.

“Let’s go?”

“Thank you,” Jimin squeezes the alpha’s hand in his, “that was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

Yoongi’s eyes search his face as if to make sure Jimin is telling the truth. Jimin lets the alpha search, and when Yoongi leans in to peck his lips, Jimin knows he found it.

They make their way to the restaurant after that. Yoongi has booked the entire restaurant, too. Much to Jimin’s exasperation. The two of them sit for hours there. Eating and talking over a glass of soft drinks. Their hands joined over the table as they talk.

Jimin listens to Yoongi talk about his childhood. The somewhat happy memories. Mostly with his grandmother and Fionna.

Jimin talks about his childhood. His parents and the neighbourhood he grew up in.

Yoongi kisses their joined hands, “our kid will have a childhood like yours.”

Jimin’s lips twitch, “we’ll give them a better one together. I know.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just squeezes Jimin’s hand in his.

── .✦

Jimin jokes about how he doesn’t put out after the first date when Yoongi strips him out of his clothes as soon as they get back home, but Yoongi is too desperate to joke. His hands roam over Jimin like he is having the omega for the first time.

He drops to his knees to suck Jimin off with Jimin leaning against the closed door and one of his legs thrown over the alpha’s shoulder. He cums down Yoongi’s throat with the alpha’s name on his tongue.

Then Yoongi is standing up and leading him to the couch where Jimin finds himself on his knees, the upper body resting on the couch with the support of his elbows, while his knees support him on the floor.

Yoongi eats him out until Jimin has to reach behind him to push the alpha away. Too sensitive after cumming a second time.

He flops down on the couch with the alpha between his legs. His hard cock is dripping on Jimin’s thigh. But Yoongi doesn’t carry on with it. When Jimin goes to take hold of him, Yoongi stops him. Tells him the alpha is fine. He just wanted to make Jimin feel good.

The two of them settle there. Jimin catches his breath while Yoongi mouths his throat, sucking hickeys there.

They fall asleep on the couch like that. Tangled in each other.

When Jimin wakes up, it’s past midnight. He gets out of the couch to have a glass of water.

He is having the water by the counter when two arms wrap around him. Jimin chuckles, placing the glass down on the counter. He tilts his head sideways when Yoongi buries his face against his neck. Leaving kisses there.

“I want you to have me,” Jimin whispers against Yoongi’s ear, nods when Yoongi looks at him, winded and affected, “please.”

Jimin is hoisted up on the counter with his legs spread. The alpha sinking into him. With each thrust, Jimin has Yoongi’s name falling from his lips. Yoongi’s knot pops in him with another orgasm washing over him. Yoongi rests his forehead against his bump while Jimin tries to steady his erratically beating heart.

When the knot goes down, Yoongi carries him to bed. The alpha cleans Jimin up before sliding into bed with him.

Jimin falls asleep to Yoongi’s gentle kisses on his bare shoulder.

── .✦

He wakes up feeling too full and finds himself on his back. The alpha’s face buried against his throat. Yoongi’s hips snap into him. Jimin moans. His arms wrap around Yoongi’s sweaty and tensed shoulders. The darkness in the room is fading. It’s probably dawn.

Yoongi grunts against his ear. His hand gropes Jimin’s chest, desperate mouth finds Jimin’s areolas to suck onto. Jimin cums with his back arching beautifully.

Yoongi follows with his mouth still on Jimin, sucking marks all over him.

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Yoongi cancels his schedule for that day. Spends it in bed with Jimin. Jimin finds himself riding the alpha. Then he is on his hands and knees with the alpha fucking into him.

There are filthy words whispered in his ears and a hand holding him by the throat as Yoongi fucks him on his cock. His back pressed to the alpha’s sweaty chest.

Then Jimin is on his side, Yoongi behind him. Holding him in place as the cock hammers into him.

Then they are eating breakfast with Jimin cockwarming the alpha until he is full. Yoongi is taking him to the bath and fucking him in it.

They spend the entire day exploring each other with reheated food and some soft drinks from the fridge.

“I can grow old like this,” Yoongi says when it’s night again, they are safely tucked in their newly made nest, “if the future looks like this, I can imagine myself growing old, following the same routine.”

Jimin smiles to himself. He squeezes Yoongi’s hand that is draped over his bump and hums.

He can grow old like this, too. Exhausted but oh, so satisfied. With his alpha embracing him from behind.

Yeah, Jimin thinks to himself, he can grow old like this, too.

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Chapter Text

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Taemin’s birthday party rolls in sooner than Jimin expected.

The week passed in a blur of him wrapping up his schedules and Yoongi preparing for Yujun’s court case where they both have to be present as witnesses.

Jimin gets a message from Taemin reminding him of the party and that’s when he realizes it’s that evening itself. He rushes through the schedule before going home to get ready for the party.

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Jimin is drying his hair after a shower when Yoongi comes home. The alpha looks at him and pauses at the door of their bedroom.

Jimin smiles, “hey,” he turns around to face the alpha, “welcome home.”

Yoongi’s eyes roam over him. He walks closer without a word as if mesmerized. His arms loop around Jimin to pull him in a kiss.

“Hey to you too,” he whispers against Jimin’s mouth, “why are you getting ready again?”

“Taemin’s birthday party, remember?” Jimin huffs, “I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’m really tired.”

“You can skip it,” Yoongi kisses down Jimin’s throat, “you have enough reason to,” his hand caresses Jimin’s bump, “no one can say you were making excuses.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin slaps Yoongi’s hand playfully, “and, it has nothing to do you how you don’t want me there. Hmm?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “did I even deny that? No. I don’t want you there.”

Jimin turns away with a chuckle, “I’ll have dinner once I come back,” he looks at Yoongi pointedly, “behave.”

Yoongi snorts, “yes, sir.”

Jimin goes to the closet to select his clothes for the night. He can’t fit in most of his skinny jeans now. He doesn’t want to wear shorts either. His bump is getting bigger now and the tank tops also look odd according to him.

Jimin picks a white, baggy shirt and jeans. While he is selecting the accessories, he feels Yoongi behind him. The alpha hugs him from the back.

“Do you really have to go?” Yoongi kisses his nape.

Jimin smiles, “yes. Now stop sulking. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Yoongi helps him get dressed. The alpha keeps stopping him to kiss him on the mouth and scent him. By the time Jimin is dressed, he is drenched in the alpha’s pheromones.

“You pout when you sulk, you know that?” Jimin wears a wristwatch, “look at you. Oh, my god. I’ll be back soon.”

Yoongi picks up his bag and the present Jimin got for Taemin and leads him out of the door where a driver is already waiting with his car.

“I’ll see you in a few hours,” Jimin whispers to Yoongi.

“Not so soon, angel,” Yoongi pulls him in a searing kiss that has Jimin’s mind reeling, “enjoy.”

Jimin smiles and gets in the car. Yoongi stands in the doorway for as long as the car is visible. Jimin watches Yoongi on the rearview mirror until they take the turn.

── .✦

The party is loud and there are too many scents. Jimin finds Taemin and wishes him before handing over his gift. They share a hug.

Taemin introduces him to the others. A lot of celebrities are attending the party. Jimin can tell that Taemin is well loved in the industry.

Jimin watches omegas fawn over the alpha and smiles when Taemin casts him exasperated glances. He doesn’t see Seojoon anywhere. So Jimin is stuck by Taemin’s side. Not that the alpha is letting him out of his sight. He even pulls Jimin to his side when they cut the birthday cake. The alpha feeds him first, ignoring Jimin’s protests. As others get busy eating dinner from the buffet, some going to the bar for drinks and some join the dance floor, Taemin leads Jimin to a secluded corner of the party where they can talk without screaming.

“Thank you for coming,” Taemin says and gestures at the stool for Jimin to sit as he stands closer to him, “I thought you won’t.”

“It’s your birthday,” Jimin smiles with a wave of his hand, “I had to come. You’re a friend.”

Taemin’s eyes are unreadable as he nods, “yeah. That I am…a friend,” he takes a glass from one of the waiters, “so, how’s pregnancy treating you?”

Jimin’s hands automatically wrap around his bump, “good, I’d say. Things are settling down. I’m finally free of my schedules and can enjoy it more with Yoongi—”

“Can I ask you something?” Taemin cuts him in the process, “please, Jimin. This is just me being nosy and maybe a little desperate. Please answer honestly because I have to know.”

Jimin waits in confusion.

Taemin sighs, grips the flute in his hand until his knuckles turn white, “is there something going on between you and Yoongi?” he hurries before Jimin can speak, “because if not… if not, then I’d like to court you.”

Jimin freezes.

Taemin looks sincere. He waits for Jimin to absorb his words and then continues.

“I really like you, Jimin. I think I like you a little too much. I don’t care whose baby you’re carrying. If this is the only reason, you’re with him, then, please…” Taemin takes Jimin’s hand in his, “I will make you happy. I swear, I’ll love this kid as my own—”

“Taemin,” Jimin pulls his hand away, “please stop. We’re just friends. I barely know you for you to say these things to me.”

“And, yet I am,” Taemin’s voice wavers, “Jimin, I don’t care about my birthday. When I told you there’ll be a party, I didn’t even have one. I just saw you and realized how much I missed you. You were there, standing in that aisle, clearly displeased to be there, and I was struck by the thought that I want to be in Yoongi’s place. I want to be your alpha because he clearly doesn’t care enough. I’d never let you be displeased about a single thing. I’d always put your preferences, wishes, well-being before mine. I promise. That’s why I made up this damn party so we can have an excuse to meet. I threw this party solely because I wanted you here. Jimin, I’ll be good for you—”

“He’s the best for me,” Jimin snaps, his patience running thin with each word leaving Taemin’s mouth, “and what do you mean he doesn’t care about my feelings?! He took me to shop for the nursery because I wanted to get it done with before I reach a stage in my pregnancy where I can’t move around freely. Also, he looks after my every need. Do you know he brings me the foods he observes me eating the most? I never tell him. He picks up on them by himself. He quit smoking because it’s not good for the baby and I. The nicotine patches give him headache; he still uses them because he doesn’t want to go back to smoking. He stopped drinking because I can’t now and he doesn’t want me to feel alone in this. He…” Jimin’s eyes blur, “he makes me breakfast in bed. He makes the bed and scents the nest for me every day before going to work. He wakes up in the middle of the night if I am squirming even a little, just so he can hold me and talk me through whatever I am feeling. He sends me flowers to my shoots with encouraging messages so my days are better because he knows I am struggling to balance the pregnancy and my work. He personally comes to pick me up every day just because he wants to make sure I’m fine and he misses me…”

Jimin’s eyes flicker away from Taemin’s face to settle on something over his shoulder. His lips twitch with a wobbly smile and his eyes glimmer with tears.

“He is unlearning his upbringing, his values, his years’ worth of trauma for us. He goes to the therapy; he does the tasks his therapist gives him with all seriousness. He is trying his best to be a better version of himself—”

“All because he wants the baby,” Taemin murmurs, “not you. What is he doing for you, Jimin? He’s doing all this for his own pup. That’s the bare minimum.”

“It’s not bare minimum, Taemin,” Jimin chuckles.

“It is, Jimin,” Taemin insists, “what can he do for you? I can make you happy if you let me be with you. What is he doing—”

“He can let me go,” Jimin smiles down at his hands, “where your feelings, I won’t even call it love, make you arrogant enough to think only you can love me the ‘right,’ way, his love makes him prioritize me enough to accept I deserve better. So, he can either work to be better or just let me go. He didn’t impose his love on me, Taemin, you are right now.”

Jimin stands up, “and, if you’re, in fact, better than him, I don’t think I care. I am biased.”

“What?” Taemin tries to reach for him and Jimin steps back.

“I’m in love with him,” Jimin lets out a wobbly laugh, tears rolling down his cheeks, a relieved giggle slips past his mouth, “I love him, Taemin. So, I don’t think it matters to me who loves me other than the man I love. What matters is, my love is returned in full and that’s all I care about.”

Jimin shudders as he says it. His fingers dig into his palms.

“My love is returned in full.” He whispers to himself.

“He loves me too,” a small laugh bubbles out of him, “he loves me just as much,” Jimin takes a step back from Taemin, “he’s in love with me too. I…” he looks at Taemin with a wide smile, “I always dreamt of a fairytale love story, Taemin, but love is not always sunshine and rainbows, is it? I got mine right beside me and I was reluctant to accept him because he has flaws. But… I love him. I really love him.”

Jimin pulls out his phone, “sorry, I have to go.”

“Jimin, wait—” Taemin reaches for him.

Jimin shrugs out of the alpha’s hold and tells his driver to bring his car, “sorry,” he looks at Taemin, “I’ve to go. Happy birthday.”

He doesn’t wait for Taemin to say anything more and turns on his heels to dash out of there. There is an insatiable urge in him to see Yoongi right at that moment. When Yoongi told him he loved Jimin, he hasn’t said it back. Jimin thinks how much he’d love to say it back to the alpha. He giggles to himself, wiping his eyes, as he thinks how much he loves Yoongi.

‘I love him,’ a voice rings in his head, ‘and my love is returned in full…’

── .✦

Jimin sits in the car with tears dampening his cheeks but his heart feels lighter somehow. He looks out at the passing streets and the yellow glow of the street-lamps catch his wavering but happy smile. Jimin looks down at his bump, caressing it.

“I love your appa, munchkin,” he whispers to the bump, “I’m in love with him and no, I am not scared of accepting it anymore.”

He feels the flutter in his chest. The warmth flowing down his veins in waves. Jimin leans back against the seat, wiping his eyes with a deep sigh. Seeing Taemin like that, confessing his feelings for him, made Jimin realize exactly how much he doesn’t want it. How much he doesn’t care about someone else loving him. He doesn’t want another man. He doesn’t care if anyone else loves him or not. If he can do ‘better,’ or not.

He'll always want Yoongi and Yoongi is trying and he loves him back.

“I’m in love with you…”

Jimin dashes out of the car as soon as it stops. He almost runs inside as fast as he can. His restless eyes search the place until he sees the alpha on the couch.

Yoongi is crocheting.

Something he picked up recently to fight off his urge to smoke. He crochets when he feels like he needs a cigarette.

Jimin stands at the doorstep and watches the alpha crochet the baby blanket he is making. He is watching something on the TV while his hands move relentlessly. The baby blanket is almost ready. Jimin loves how simple and cute it is turning out to be and every time he says it, Yoongi blushes and changes the topic.

Tonight, Jimin watches the alpha with the blanket and fresh tears pool in his eyes. He toes off his shoes and closes the door behind him without making a sound.

For a long minute, Jimin just watches Yoongi.

The alpha is wearing a ragged t-shirt and joggers. His comfortable house clothes. His scent lingers in the living room. The quiet of the night broken only because of the TV. He is sitting with bundles of yellow yarns and the blanket almost done on his lap. The dim lights of the living room cast shadows on his pale skin.

It all feels like home and Jimin is reminded of the times he prayed for a home like this.

Right now, standing at the doorstep of a house they both share, Jimin thinks he is living in his granted prayers.

Wiping his eyes, Jimin marches over. Yoongi looks up when he hears the footsteps.

“You’re back—” Yoongi chokes when Jimin snatches the blanket and the hooks out of his grasp to throw them on the other couch, “what—”

Jimin straddles Yoongi’s lap, cupping his face with both of his hands to pull him in a deep kiss. His tongue pushes past Yoongi’s lips to lick around his mouth. Yoongi twitches, finally registering what’s happening, and his arms wrap around Jimin.

“What,” he moans when Jimin kisses him harder, “is going on?” his lips curve a little, “was the party boring? Did Taemin throw a corny—”

“I love you.”

Jimin hears himself say it. He knows Yoongi heard because the alpha’s face drops. His eyes go from mirthful to empty. His jaw loosens, mouth parting around nothing but silence. Yoongi looks like he saw a ghost.

Jimin holds his breath. His chest floods with too many emotions. His mind races miles per minute. His lungs refuse to work with the air that’s stuck in his airpipe.

The more time passes, the more Jimin’s chest tightens. He swallows when Yoongi blinks.

Yoongi’s throat bobs, “what did you say?”

He sounds hoarse. As if he had to struggle to form those words.

Jimin is still cupping his face. His thumbs dig into Yoongi’s soft cheeks.

“I love you, Min Yoongi.”

It’s those eyes that catch the words first. They widen a little. The empty void fills with waves of water next. The orbs swim in fresh tears. Those eyes hold agony, disbelief, years of hurt, pent-up anxiety, dismissal, trauma of an unloved childhood. Those tears hold a child’s cry for help. They hold that kid’s heartbreak. His struggle to suppress his feelings and wear the mask of indifference. Each teardrop that runs down Yoongi’s cheeks carry out the weight he held on his chest for years now. They flow and empty the baggage that Yoongi carried with him since he was a kid. Yoongi’s lips quiver and a sob escapes them.

Jimin is crying too. His shoulders shake with the force of it.

The tip of Yoongi’s nose turns red. His entire body trembles as he cries.

His voice cracks when he speaks again, “can you say it again?”

“I love you,” Jimin whispers.

Yoongi closes his eyes with a whimper, bowing his head, “fuck!”

Jimin feels the alpha’s tears against his hands. He wipes them but fresh tears replace them on Yoongi’s cheeks just as quickly. In his hold, the alpha falls apart.

Jimin cups the alpha’s face again, trying to make him look up, “Yoongi—”

Yoongi’s lips tremble, “no one ever said that to me before.”

Jimin freezes.

Yoongi sniffles, wipes his eyes, “I never heard those words before,” his lips twitch with a tentative smile, “not once in my life from the people I cared about. I never thought I wanted to, either…”

“Your parents…” Jimin goes quiet when Yoongi looks away, “grandma—”

“No one,” Yoongi chuckles, “expressing such things is a blatant weakness. That’s what my family believe. Of course, they love you. They raised you. They looked after you. They fed you. Fret over you. Actions speak louder than words, right? My grandmother never said she loves me. Why would she? She looked after me. Made my favourite dishes, knew what I liked as gifts or how I liked my coffee. Isn’t that love too?” he swallows with a wary smile, “saying it explicitly is corny, apparently. I learnt that from a young age. Showing your emotions make you weak. It’s for kids, or maybe some childish, corny adults. They like to waste time showing off their feelings. We should know better. I—”

“I love you,” Jimin stops Yoongi’s ramble with his lips pressing against Yoongi’s lips, “I love you,” he feels the alpha shiver under his touch when his lips touch Yoongi’s forehead, “I’m in love with you,” Jimin kisses Yoongi’s eyelids, feels the moisture under his lips, “I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you that I love you,” he kisses the tip of Yoongi’s nose, “if that’s what you need.”

“That’s what I need,” Yoongi whispers, his arms tightening around Jimin, “and, that’s what I desperately want. I want you to love me,” he pulls back to look up at Jimin, “and I want you to teach me the right values of life. I promise, I’ll be a great student. I will try my hardest to be worthy of your lifetime—”

“You already are,” Jimin shakes his head, huffing out a smile as tears pool in his eyes, “but, yes, we can relearn the values and teach each other what we need from each other in this relationship.”

“We’re in a relationship?” Yoongi whispers.

A giggle bursts out of Jimin’s lungs, “I’m afraid we are.”

Yoongi’s eyes flicker from Jimin’s face to the bump, “we are…”

Jimin leans in to rest his forehead against Yoongi’s, “no more fucking things up. You hear me? No more letting our past dictate our present and ruin our future. We’re going to make this work. Not just for the pup but for ourselves. Okay?”

Yoongi nods eagerly, “okay! Yeah, okay!”

Jimin smiles, bites onto his lower lip, “and, no more you telling me I deserve better. If you think I do, be that better version yourself because I want you. End of discussion. Yeah?”

Yoongi nods again, his hair flopping all over his forehead, “whatever you want, angel. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Whatever we want,” Jimin arches a brow, “this is a relationship. We both get a say in this. You need to understand that, too. I don’t want you to hide your feelings or your ideas or your opinions from me. This will be like… a collab. We both get a say in this.”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “oh, we collaborated, alright,” his hand comes to rest on Jimin’s bump with a smug smile.

Jimin’s face flushes and he swats the alpha’s chest, “I’m being serious here!”

“I will share all my thoughts with you,” Yoongi smiles, “I’ll rectify myself. I’ll be the man who deserves you. I promise to do better, unlearn my old ways and learn to be a better man. I want to do it because you deserve nothing less, Park Jimin. I love you and I’m willing to be a person you feel safe to be with.”

Jimin sighs, burying his face against Yoongi’s throat, “that’s all I want because I love you and I don’t want to leave you. So, don’t fucking give me a reason to contemplate that.”

“Never again,” Yoongi hugs him closer to himself, “I love you too.”

Jimin shudders. The words manage to undone him. Every damn time. He clings to the alpha.

“What prompted this though?” Yoongi wonders, rubbing his back, “you just went to Taemin’s party and then—”

“He told me he has feelings for me,” Jimin says and feels the way Yoongi gets tensed under him, “told me he can treat me better.”

Yoongi is quiet. He doesn’t protest or passes snarky remarks like Jimin half-expected him to. Jimin pulls back to look at the alpha. Yoongi looks up at him.

“If you tell me that maybe I should think about it and he is right, I swear, Min Yoongi,” Jimin grips the alpha’s t-shirt, “I’ll punch you right on the face!”

Yoongi’s eyes widen, “hey! No! I wasn’t thinking that. I was thinking how grateful I am that you chose me. I’ll not let you regret this. I promise.”

Jimin sighs, “good,” his lips jut out in a pout, “I don’t want to regret it. You’ve ruined me for others and I don’t think Taemin can fuck me as hard and as good as you do and I kind of love that…” he bites back a giggle when Yoongi chokes on thin air.

“So that’s what you’re here for,” Yoongi squints his eyes, “my dick!”

Jimin feigns nonchalance, “what else? I don’t think anyone can fuck me better than you and I just keep coming back for that. You didn’t know that already?”

Yoongi eyes him and Jimin looks back with an innocent expression.

Then the alpha is grabbing him by the nape and pulling him down for a kiss that has Jimin gasping into his mouth.

“Then, let me thank you for keep coming back, angel,” Yoongi squeezes his ass, “show you how good I can fuck you. Yeah?”

Jimin nods, “maybe…” he hesitates for a second before saying it, “you can take me to Cocytus.”

Yoongi freezes under him. Jimin pulls back to look at Yoongi and rushes to explain.

“I just want to see,” his grip on Yoongi’s t-shirt tightens, “I won’t, of course, participate in any of the scenes or anything. I just want to see. You said you would.”

“You really want to go there when you were so reluctant before?” Yoongi blinks, “why now…?”

“Just to experience it once,” Jimin’s lips jut out again, “you said you’d take me and then everything went spiralling. I don’t know… I just want to see it once. I want to experience your life before me at least once.”

“It was just sex and work,” Yoongi supplies, “that’s it.”

Jimin glares, “well, I got to experience working with you. Now let me experience sex with you!”

“You’re carrying my child!” Yoongi sputters, “what else do you need to experience—”

“I want to experience Cocytus. I want to see. Why won’t you take me there when it was you who once offered?” Jimin hisses, “what changed?!”

“My feelings for you!” Yoongi throws his hands up, “I don’t want you to watch another dom performing a scene and get aroused. I’ll probably kill him! Back then I didn’t think like this, I was an idiot who thought he was too cool to feel possessive of someone but now I know better!”

Jimin stares. Yoongi glares.

Then the omega huffs with a roll of his eyes, “I’ll just take a tour! Oh, my god! You said it yourself. It’s just a scene like any movies or shit!”

“You want to sit and watch the sex scenes play out?” Yoongi wonders aloud, “is that it?”

“Yes!” Jimin nods firmly, “I want to experience just that! I want to know what I’m getting into now that we are…” he trails off.

Yoongi squeezes his sides, “getting in a relationship?”

Jimin nods, “yeah. That.”

Yoongi sighs, “fine, but,” he points a finger at Jimin, “you have to keep an open mind. Remember this is a lifestyle for many and you can’t be judgemental of that.”

Jimin squints at him, “you were one of them.”

“Yes,” Yoongi answers right away, “I was. I might want to indulge in it after we get in this relationship too,” he hurries when Jimin’s eyes widen, “not with someone else but you.”

“Like…” Jimin squirms, “we’ll perform a scene—”

A growl reverberates through Yoongi. His nails dig in Jimin’s flesh, making the omega arch against him. Those eyes hold a fire that has Jimin biting back a whimper.

“No one,” Yoongi straightens so they are eye to eye, his lips move against Jimin’s while his hands squeeze Jimin’s ass, “no one’s allowed to see you like that, angel. Only me. No one’s allowed to hear how you sound when you cum. No one’s allowed to see how you look spread out on a cock and no one is allowed to witness how you look when you cum.”

Yoongi’s eyes drag over Jimin, “if someone does, I’ll gauge their eyes out and cut their tongue off so they can never describe how it looks. Yeah?” he pulls Jimin flush against him, “only me. So, no, kitten. You won’t perform shit there! But, yes. I’ll do it here. If you agree, we can explore that in our house. I’m not taking any chance.”

Jimin’s lips twitch, “you once wanted your friends to fuck me.”

“Yeah, I’d kill that Yoongi if I can go back in time,” Yoongi nods without hesitation, “no one gets to see you like that and that’s final. I’m not having this discussion again.”

Jimin’s hands card through Yoongi’s hair and he fists them to pull the alpha in a kiss, “same goes for you, by the way. I’m cutting off your dick if you even dare to look at another omega like that again!”

Yoongi’s lips twitch, “I don’t care about another omega, angel. I’m all yours.”

Jimin’s chest fills with too much air. He nods and pulls back to squint at the alpha.

“Good. Remember that.”

Jimin moans into the kiss when Yoongi gets up, carrying him to their bedroom.

── .✦

Cocytus is a ‘members only,’ establishment that welcomes them after Yoongi swipes his card at the entrance. Jimin looks around the place as Yoongi guides him down the vast lobby.

The alpha’s hand on his lower back is a grounding feeling that makes Jimin relax.

Jimin’s eyes trail over the red walls and up at the black ceiling from where huge chandeliers are hanging. The lights are reflecting on the wooden floors.

His eyes shift to the table where Yoongi leads him to.

There are brooches lining up the table. The first row is of white roses placed one after another. The second row is of yellow roses. The third row has black roses and the last row has red roses.

Yoongi gestures at them, “pick the red one.”

“What does it mean?” Jimin looks at each rose with curiosity.

Yoongi sighs, “the white ones mean you’re new here and you’re willing to participate in the plays you choose to attend. It also means the doms or subs can approach you for conversations if they like you and maybe initiate a contractual partnership. The yellow ones mean you’re a sub who is taken already but are still willing to participate in these scenes. Someone can call you up for the play and your dom has no problem—”

“You had someone like that?” Jimin wonders.

Yoongi chuckles, “I called on others’ subs but I never had one permanent sub for myself. So, no.”

Jimin nods and points at the black ones.

“They mean the opposite of the yellow ones. It’s for the doms who have a sub but are willing to join a scene here anyway.”

“Then what’s the red one?” Jimin tilts his head.

Yoongi picks it up, “it means, you’re here with your partner or sub or dom and you’re not open for any scenes or discussions.”

Jimin bites onto his lower lip, “what if I want to put on the yellow brooch?”

Yoongi’s expression sends current down Jimin’s spine. The alpha’s jaw hardens. Those eyes darkening.

“Then I take you out of here,” Yoongi says in a calm voice, “and remind you whose cock you’re to bounce on for the rest of your fucking life.”

Jimin squeezes his legs together. His skin burns with the alpha’s gaze on him.

Yoongi steps closer and pins the red brooch on his chest, “I told you, angel, this is not up for debate.”

Jimin picks up a red brooch himself and pins it on Yoongi’s suit, “for you, too.”

Yoongi’s eyes trail over his face and down to the choker he made Jimin wear. A thick, diamond choker with a teardrop like ruby hanging from it.

His eyes travel downwards.

Jimin is wearing a velvety, black shirt with too many buttons undone for Yoongi’s liking. Plenty of platinum chains around his neck that layers over his chest. A pant that showcases his curves. His bump is visible through the baggy shirt.

Yoongi groans when he thinks what the omega is wearing underneath. A waist chain Yoongi bought for him with his initials on it.

Yoongi steps close enough to place his palm on Jimin’s clothed ass, “behave, angel,” his voice dips against Jimin’s ear, “you know what’ll happen otherwise.”

Jimin squirms. His ass pushing back against the alpha’s touch.

“I want you in your best behaviour tonight,” Yoongi slaps his ass.

Jimin arches his back with a gasp, falling against Yoongi’s chest. Hands clutching onto Yoongi’s suit.

“Be a good omega for me,” Yoongi takes a hold of his hand, “now, come on. Let’s get this over with.”

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Yoongi hands him a soft drink and takes a glass for himself.

“No electronic devices are allowed inside for security purpose. No substances are allowed either,” Yoongi murmurs as they walk down the grand corridor, “you have to be in your proper sense so your consent is not influenced. It’s strictly prohibited to walk inside the premise drunk or high. If found, you’ll be fined and banned from the establishment.”

The two of them walk towards a stall that has a bunch of papers on the table. A man stands behind the counter who bows to them. Yoongi gives him a curt nod and Jimin offers a strained smile.

Yoongi picks one pamphlet up and holds it out for Jimin, “these scenes are taking place here tonight,” he looks at the paper over Jimin’s shoulder, “tell me whichever you want to watch. We need a token for it.”

Jimin eyes the scenes.

There are too many. He looks at the names.

Needle play, knife play, objectification, insertion play, impact play, bondage, electroplay, temperature play and many more.

He swallows and looks back at Yoongi who returns his gaze with amusement clear on his face. When Jimin just blinks, Yoongi huffs with a small smile and leans in to help him out.

“I don’t think you’ll be able to take the needle play and knife play right now,” he looks at the paper, “maybe, we can check out the objectification or impact play—”

“Can we see the bondage and insertion one?” Jimin asks in a thin voice.

Yoongi’s eyes spring to his face and Jimin averts his gaze. His face flushes, the warmth spreading down his chest. Yoongi observes him with a teasing tilt of his lips.

“Of course, angel,” Yoongi looks at the man behind the stall and gives him their selections, “whatever you want,” he wraps an arm around Jimin’s waist, “just remember, don’t talk in the middle of a scene. Don’t address the dom or the sub. Don’t start jerking off while watching—”

A laugh escapes Yoongi when Jimin gives him a scandalized look.

“People do that?” Jimin sounds winded.

Yoongi shrugs, “oh, kitten, you’ve no idea. I once had to stop a scene and kick an alpha out.”

Jimin’s nostrils flare, “which one of these you’d enjoy the most?”

Yoongi sees the underlying tension in Jimin’s jaw. In the way the omega’s eyes harden. He watches how Jimin shifts on his feet. Clearly bothered.

“Quite a few of them,” his eyes trail over Jimin, “I told you, kitten, I have a past.”

“Someone in particular you’d do such scenes with?” Jimin looks away when the man behind the counter hands them the tokens.

Yoongi starts walking with his arm tightening around Jimin, “some familiar faces, yes. Subs tend to agree to such plays when they know the dom and know they can trust that person. So, yeah.”

Jimin licks his lip, “oh.”

Yoongi steps inside the elevator and as the doors close, he rounds on Jimin, “you have to know, it was all performances to me. I’m not close to any of them. I didn’t keep tabs on them. I don’t want anything to do with them ever again. Yeah?”

Jimin nods, “yeah.”

Yoongi sighs, “are you sure you want to watch it? We can just leave.”

“No!” Jimin balls his hands beside him, “I want to do this. I want to know. I’m kind of curious.”

Yoongi still looks uncertain. He still searches Jimin’s face for any discomfort. When Jimin just looks back with defiance, he gives in with a nod.

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Jimin grips Yoongi’s hand when the alpha hands over their firs token to the guard at the first door. Yoongi looks at him and gives his hand an assuring squeeze before guiding him inside.

The first thing Jimin notices is the quiet and almost dark surroundings. The room has only one light that is focused in the middle of the floor where the scene is taking place. Jimin looks around the couches where people sit. Some are leaning against the pillars and watching with a soft drink in their hands. Some are talking to each other in a hushed voice. Some are munching on snacks as they watch as if they are watching a movie.

Yoongi guides him to a couch to sit.

Jimin finally looks at the scene in front of him. His hands tighten around the drink he is holding.

The sub is stranded from the ceiling with his legs spread and arms tied behind him. His eyes are blindfolded and his mouth is gagged with a red ball strapped around his face.

Jimin looks at the dom who is fully dressed. He is using a vibrator on the sub’s cock which has a cock-ring snugly fit at the base.

Jimin looks at them and back at Yoongi. Yoongi looks focused but his expression is impassive. His eyes move with the dom. Jimin can’t help but squirm in his seat as he watches Yoongi’s brows twitch. He takes a sip of his drink and leans back against the couch as Yoongi rolls his tongue inside his mouth.

Yoongi feels eyes on him and looks at Jimin. Jimin hurries to look away. Forcing himself to keep his eyes on the unfolding scene in front of him.

The dom picks up a whip and the end of it hits the floor with a slashing sound that has Jimin gripping Yoongi’s hand.

Yoongi breathes out a chuckle under his breath but Jimin can’t look away from the scene. He watches how the dom walks around the sub while the sub twitches in anticipation. Then the whip is coming down on the floor again. Cracking against the wood. The sub flinches, his mouth opening to blabber gibberish that Jimin doesn’t understand.

The next time the dom’s hand rises; the whip hits the sub’s side. It earns the audience a muffled scream from the sub.

Jimin flinches with a gasp. Yoongi moves closer to him. His arm comes to rest around Jimin’s shoulder on the back of the couch. Jimin squirms closer to the man.

The dom uses the whip in quick succession then. Leaving behind marks all over the sub’s chest and stomach.

Jimin shudders when the whip is dropped on the ground and it makes a dull sound.

The dom’s hand roams over the sub’s body then, as if calming him. Jimin’s eyes follow the dom around. He swallows when the dom picks up a fabric, gently tracing the sub with it. The sub trembles under that gentle touch, blabbering all over again.

Jimin looks around the room to see quite a few people are watching it. Some are talking among themselves in hushed voices that doesn’t override the melody playing in the room.

“Any question so far?” Yoongi asks him.

Jimin nods, “have you done this before?” he gestures at the scene, “this particular play?”

Yoongi hums, “I have,” he nods when Jimin’s eyes jump to him, “but, I was rougher, I’d say.”

“How’s this enjoyable for the sub?” Jimin looks at the sub again, tugging at the ropes as the dom leans in to kiss his erect nipple, “I don’t get it.”

“It’s really enjoyable for the ones who gets it,” Yoongi’s lips twitch, “if you trust the dom, you can talk and decide what you want and what you don’t. It’s all really good if you’re a little freaky in the head.”

Jimin eyes the dom, “he looks like he knows his stuff,” he gnaws his lips, “wonder how it’d feel to be in that sub’s place—”

A growl has him clamping his mouth. He looks at Yoongi with startled eyes. Yoongi’s eyes are darker now. His jaw clenching with unsaid words bitten back in his mouth.

“Told you, angel,” he takes a hold of Jimin’s jaw, “the only person you’re allowed to even think about doing such things with is me!”

Jimin’s eyes flutter when Yoongi kisses him, “uhm,” he pulls back a little to look at Yoongi, “I meant, I want to be in that sub’s place while you…” he averts his eyes, “would be the dom.”

Yoongi’s pheromones burst in the room, “angel…”

Jimin looks at the scene, “it’s like watching an explicit art exhibition. It’s not…”

Yoongi snorts, “it’s not as salacious as you imagined it to be?”

Jimin nods, “I don’t know. I expected people fucking each other all around the room.”

Yoongi’s nose twitches with a grimace, “yeah, you’re going too far. They do have gangbang and free-use here but those are once a month.”

“You’ve been to those?” Jimin eyes him.

Yoongi snorts, “I know why you’d think that but no. I couldn’t risk catching some STDs. I only enjoyed group sex with Namjoon, Hoba and someone we know is clean.”

Jimin makes a face, “yeah, let’s not discuss that,” he looks at the dom, “do these scenes get boring sometimes?”

“Most of the time,” Yoongi chuckles, “you’d think it’s all really just people fucking like bunnies but it’s not that. This is a lifestyle. Many won’t get it.”

Jimin looks at him again, “do you miss it?”

Yoongi watches the dom pick up a spatula, “I don’t know how to explain it to you without freaking you out.”

Jimin forgets about the scene and turns all his attention on Yoongi, “tell me.”

Yoongi sighs, leans back against his seat with his eyes glued on the scene, “I don’t want to do these things with anyone else again but…” his hooded eyes shift on Jimin’s face, “I do want to try out a few things with you.”

The air is sucked out of Jimin’s lungs.

“Oh,” Jimin glances at the dom who is slowly inserting the end of the spatula in the sub, “you… which ones?”

Yoongi keeps looking at him, “whatever you’re comfortable with. Anything you’d enjoy.”

The sub throws his head back when the spatula sinks further into him. The dom reaches to twist the nipple clamps he is wearing.

He looks back at Yoongi.

“Can we go to the next scene?” Jimin changes the subject, “I’m kind of curious now.”

Yoongi’s eyes sparkle with laughter and he nods, “of course, angel. Whatever you want.”

Jimin gets up and follows Yoongi out of that room. They walk down the same corridor. With closed doors that have guards on both sides. Jimin looks up at the ceiling to see the chandeliers lining the corridor. There are velvety, red drapes with gold lining on this floor, tied with the pillars as they go. People are passing them. Some are nodding at Yoongi who nods back. Some are offering a smile and a curious glance at Jimin. Jimin doesn’t mind but Yoongi does. His hand tightens around Jimin’s waist, pulls him closer.

They get back in the elevator. The next floor they enter has the same interior as the last one. This time Yoongi leads him two rooms down the corridor and gives their tokens to the guards. They are allowed inside with a bow.

Jimin takes his seat with Yoongi beside him. There are fewer people here. Some of the couches are still empty. Jimin looks around the place before looking at the focus of the room. A small podium where the sub is bending over a desk, ass up and legs tied with the desk.

His breath hitches when he sees the sub more carefully. There is a dildo peeking out of his ass and it’s vibrating. Making the sub’s ass-cheeks tremble with its force. The dom is sitting on a chair and playing with, what Jimin assumes, the remote.

Jimin looks at Yoongi and back at the scene, “how long can that go on?”

Yoongi shrugs, “depends on how long the sub can take it or how long before the dom gets bored.”

Jimin squirms on his place, “do you think you’d like to do that with me?”

Yoongi’s eyes snap to him. Jimin holds the eye-contact.

Yoongi’s lips twitch dangerously, “oh, angel, if you let me, I’ll do worse.”

Jimin presses his legs firmly together, “how…?”

Yoongi leans closer to his ear, “eyes on the scene, babe,” he whispers against Jimin’s ear, “I’ll tie you up like that in my studio as I work and I can work for hours. I might also do that to you on our dining table. Even worse, I can take you out for one of Taehyung’s ‘friendly gatherings,’ with a vibrator up your ass that I can control however I like. Keep you on your toes. Something interesting to do to spend those boring evenings.”

Jimin squints, “are you calling Tae’s gatherings boring?”

“They are extremely boring,” Yoongi shrugs, “but, we can spice it up like this.”

Jimin licks his lower lip, “is that all for object insertion play?”

Yoongi chuckles, “there can be more. We can wait—”

“If it was me,” Jimin whispers and swallows when Yoongi’s smile dims, “and, it was you… what’d you do to me?”

It manages to wind Jimin up every time Yoongi’s eyes darken and the alpha trails them down his body and then spring that gaze up to his face. Jimin holds his breath.

“Angel,” Yoongi murmurs in a dangerously low voice, “what do you really want to ask?”

Jimin looks at the scene and back at Yoongi, “I’m just wondering…” he crosses his legs, hands clasped over his knees, “maybe…” his eyes skim over to the scene again, “we can try something like this?” he bites onto his lower lip, “maybe…?”

Yoongi doesn’t react right away. He observes Jimin. Jimin squirms in his spot. Not sure if Yoongi is considering or trying not to laugh on his face.

“Watch the scene, angel,” Yoongi murmurs at last, looks back at the scene himself, “we’re here for you to ‘take a look around,’ and that’s all we’ll do for now.”

Jimin looks away as if burnt. He licks his lips and goes back to watching the scene unfolding in front of him. The more time passes, the more fidgety he gets. He keeps imagining himself in the sub’s place and Yoongi as the dom. It plays with his senses to a point, he is hardening in his pants. The sensitive tip of his cock rubs against the rough material of his pant, making him bite back a whine.

Yoongi’s hand comes to rest on his thigh and the alpha leans in to whisper in Jimin’s ear while Jimin watches the sub convulse with his first orgasm.

“I’ll do worse than this with you, angel,” Yoongi murmurs, “but, for now… stop imagining it. I can smell it on you and so can others. I don’t,” his grip tightens on Jimin’s thigh, “want that. Yeah?”

Jimin swallows, looking at Yoongi, “maybe, we can leave then,” he grasps Yoongi’s wrist and almost pleads, “can’t we leave?”

Yoongi takes a look at the scene and then back at him. Jimin begs him in silence.

Yoongi gets up, “let’s go home, then, angel,” his eyes darken further with a promise that has Jimin’s stomach twisting.

Jimin takes that hand without a second thought and Yoongi pulls him up on his feet. They walk out of the room and get in the elevator.

It’s Jimin who rounds Yoongi to kiss the alpha, “I want you, Yoon, please…”

Yoongi groans, twisting them around to press Jimin up against the glass, “fuck, angel,” he licks into Jimin’s mouth, “let’s get you home first.”

Jimin nods eagerly. He lets Yoongi grab his wrist and pull him out of the elevator as soon as it opens. He takes one last look around the establishment as they’re leaving and hums to himself.

“I liked it here,” he says when they step outside, “I guess.”

Yoongi nods at the valet who brings his car around, “you’ll love it more once I introduce you to this lifestyle, kitten.”

With a shiver running down his spine, Jimin follows Yoongi to the car.

He knows he will. He looks at Yoongi’s back and snorts to himself. He thinks he’ll love anything as long as it’s Yoongi introducing him to it.

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“This is not what I had in mind when you wanted us to come back home,” Jimin says from where he is nuzzled against Yoongi’s chest, lying between his legs with his head resting on the alpha’s chest, the blanket draped over their sweaty bodies, “I thought we were going to do something freaky.”

Yoongi has his arms wrapped around him. His chin rests on Jimin’s shoulder as he plays with Jimin’s hands on his bump.

“We did do something,” Yoongi murmurs, “I made you cum three times. On a damn vibrator,” he smirks, “then as I ate you out,” his smirk widens because of the way Jimin blushes, “and then by fucking you.”

“You know what I mean,” Jimin elbows him with a huff, “I thought… we’d do something you learnt from that club of yours.”

Yoongi sighs, looking at their joined hands over the omega’s bump, “for that, we need to talk, angel. You can’t just start it as soon as you said you want to. You need to know the basic rules. You need to understand the scenes and signals. There are a lot of boundaries we need to negotiate. Also, I need to ask our doctor if you should indulge in this during your pregnancy—”

“If you bring this up to the doctor,” Jimin looks over his shoulder at Yoongi with a mortified glare, “I’ll kill you, Min Yoongi!”

Yoongi’s eyes fill with mirth, “there’s nothing wrong in asking, angel. The doctor knows to keep things private and we’d like the answers. No?”

Jimin turns his face away with a shrug, “fine, whatever. But you’ll ask alone. Not in front of me.”

Yoongi kisses his temple, “as you wish, kitten,” he snuggles closer to Jimin, “maybe, we should sleep now.”

Jimin lies down on his side with Yoongi behind him. His arm draping over Jimin’s waist. As the lights dim, Jimin turns to bury his face against the alpha’s chest. Yoongi hugs him closer, nose buried in his hair.

“Do you ever wonder what you want the pup to be?” Jimin’s lips move against Yoongi’s skin.

Yoongi hums, “well… I kind of want a daughter.”

Jimin tilts his head so he is seeing the alpha’s jawline until Yoongi looks down at him. Their eyes meet, and Yoongi leans closer. As if he is pulled towards Jimin without a thought. He pecks Jimin’s lips. Arm tightening around the omega.

“I wasn’t talking about the gender,” Jimin whispers, “I was talking about… which subgender you’d prefer, I mean…” he looks away, “I am just—”

“Our family didn’t have an omega child,” Yoongi murmurs, there’s a dark undercurrent in his tone that draws Jimin’s attention, “not a single one since my great-grandfather.”

Jimin swallows, “oh. That’s—”

“You know why?” Yoongi looks down at him with a sharp glint in his eyes, “they weren’t wanted.”

Jimin’s entire body freezes. He looks at Yoongi with wide eyes. The sheer horror of the alpha’s words has his heart skip a painful beat. The words ring in his head. Spiralling down his spine to gather in the pit of his guts like a cold brick of ice.

Yoongi looks at him like he understands what Jimin is feeling, “I want the baby. I don’t care about the subgender.”

The words wash over him. Chasing the chill running down his spine to spread the warmth down till his guts. The brick starts to melt. Making Jimin go lax in Yoongi’s hold.

“You scared me!” his nails dig onto Yoongi’s bare chest, “what the fuck—”

Yoongi kisses him, hand squeezing his bare ass, “I had to be honest with you.”

“Your honesty will kill me someday!” Jimin kisses him back, fingers going through the alpha’s hair to tug onto it in retaliation, “also… I want a boy.”

Yoongi pulls back to arch a brow at him, “is that so?”

Jimin nods with a shy smile, “mmhm. I want a girl too but I want a boy first,” he pauses, smile faltering, “I mean, I’m not saying there will be another pup—”

“How many pups did you want growing up?” Yoongi traces Jimin’s lips with his thumb, “I never thought of these things but I’d like to know what you have in mind.”

Jimin looks away, “four.”

“Four?!” Yoongi’s eyes widen, “you want four kids?” he pulls back a little, “you really want to raise four kids in this house?” he gestures wildly, “do you realize how little time we will have for each other then? By the time they move out, my dick won’t be able to get hard enough to fuck you in peace. And we’ll never get to be as freaky as you apparently want us to be with four kids running around the house—”

“You think about our kids going off to college and us still living together?” Jimin’s voice tightens as he asks.

Yoongi goes quiet. His eyes shift all over Jimin’s face. Jimin holds that gaze. Yoongi’s face blooms with a vulnerable and shy smile. He shrugs, eyes reflecting the moonlight peeking through the window.

“I think of growing old with you, Park Jimin,” he whispers, “sue me.”

Warm tears seep out of Jimin’s eyes, and he lets out a wobbly laugh, “you don’t get to say such things with so much ease, Min Yoongi,” he buries his face against the alpha’s chest, “you don’t get to make me feel like this—”

“Like what?” Yoongi pulls back a little so he can measure Jimin’s expression, “like what, angel?”

“Like…” Jimin shudders with the way Yoongi leans closer to lick over his lower lip, “like you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” Yoongi whispers without a second thoguht, capturing Jimin’s lips for a slow kiss, “I’m all yours if you’ll have me,” his voice cracks at the edge, “please have me. Now that I know what it’s like to have you in my life, angel, I don’t want to go back to not having you.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything. He simply can’t. So he just wraps his arms around Yoongi and pulls him closer. His eyes closing on their own accord when the alpha comes readily.

He’ll have Yoongi. He doesn’t have a single doubt about it.

“Only if you agree to us having four kids,” Jimin whispers to lighten the mood, his lips twitching when he hears the alpha’s choked laugh.

“Whatever you wish, angel,” Yoongi nuzzles against him, “your wish is my command.”

They go to sleep in each other’s arms. Satisfied, sated and happy.

── .✦

Jimin wakes up first. He sits up with a yawn and looks at the alpha sleeping beside him. Yoongi is on his side, and his arm is stretched out, where it has stayed throughout the night for Jimin to use as a pillow. Jimin winces at the thought of how the arm must be numb by now. He takes the hand in his lap and starts to gently drag his fingertips over the pale and smooth skin. His lips curl with a smile as he watches Yoongi sleep so peacefully.

The alpha looks younger than his age somehow. No tension marring his face. No expression disturbing the gentleness. Just a peaceful canvas for Jimin to look at. Such a beautiful face for Jimin to admire.

Jimin’s fingers halt when they come in contact with the leather around Yoongi’s wrist. His smile dims and he looks down at the alpha’s watch. He traces the strap with an absent mind. Thinking how the alpha never takes off his watch. He can see how red the wrist looks under the leather. As if the blood is clotting there since Jimin fell asleep on his arm. Jimin pokes at the watch, turning the alpha’s hand to unclasp the lock—

Yoongi stirs. He yanks his hand away with a growl that makes Jimin jump back with a breath caught in his chest. He scrambles, leaning back with a surprised sound trapped in his mouth.

Yoongi’s eyes spring open and for a second, he looks murderous. His eyes search the room until they settle on Jimin. Jimin holds his breath. Not in fear but in shock. Those eyes flash as Yoongi’s lips curl. It takes the alpha a few seconds to recognize him. In the meantime, he cradles his hand to his chest as if Jimin had burnt him by touching him there.

Yoongi’s sleep-muddled brain slowly clears and the fire in his eyes slowly dims. The moment recognition fills him, the alpha’s eyes are widening and he is sitting up straighter.

“Fuck, did I do something?” he asks, reaching out to feel Jimin with his hands, to make sure the omega is unharmed, “I’m sorry, what did I do, did I—”

“Yoon,” Jimin reaches out to grasp the alpha’s wandering hands in his so the alpha finally looks at him, “you did nothing. Calm down.”

Yoongi still looks uncertain. His vulnerable eyes search Jimin’s for some type of assurance. Jimin nods, leans in to kiss the alpha on the mouth.

“I’m fine,” he looks down at where the alpha is wearing the watch, “I was just going to take off your watch—”

Yoongi goes stiff in his hold. Jimin looks up and Yoongi is looking down at where Jimin’s hands are covering his wrists. The alpha’s throat bobs. His brows drawing closer.

The thought comes unbidden to Jimin and he tilts his head, “you never take off your watch.”

Yoongi snaps his eyes closed. His hands ball in tight fists. Jimin waits. He holds onto the alpha’s wrists and waits.

Yoongi takes his time. His jaw moving as if he is chewing those unsaid words before swallowing them. His scent thickens around them as if he can’t control his pheromones in that moment. Those long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheek and the lids flutter before Yoongi’s calm eyes find him.

“I don’t take it off,” he acknowledges, pins Jimin with his fierce gaze, “but…” his voice thins out, those eyes dimming, and Jimin has to wait for the alpha to gather himself before speaking again, “but, I…” he struggles visibly, “I can let you take it off.”

Jimin’s heart hammers against his ribcage as he looks at the alpha’s watch. With hesitant fingers, he grasps the strap and pulls at it. His eyes flicker to Yoongi’s ghostly pale face. Jimin hesitates.

“We don’t have to,” he says with dread filling him because he thinks he has an inkling of what he might look at, “if you don’t want—”

“I want you to,” Yoongi’s teeth sink on his lower lip, whitening it.

Jimin takes his time. With trembling hands, he unties the wristwatch and lets it drop on the mattress between them. He looks at the pale scar across the alpha’s wrist. Healed now but it still leaves a jarring shiver down Jimin’s spine. Its implications have Jimin’s eyes watering. He looks up at the alpha who is also looking at the scar.

Yoongi speaks before Jimin could, “I was twelve, I guess,” his voice barely a whisper, “it all got too much,” he chuckles, “one night I was in my room and even with the closed doors, I could hear their screams. He was pregnant. Again. Appa brought in his friends who were doctors to deal with it…”

Jimin feels his heartbeat slowing with each word leaving Yoongi’s mouth.

Yoongi blinks soullessly, “he was screaming. Begging for appa to let him keep the baby. He kept saying he has no one. He wanted a pup,” a tear rolls down Yoongi’s cheek, “he couldn’t remember me. Most of the times he won’t remember me,” then he snorts, “and the other times he hated me because I was a part of appa. He never saw me as his son. So… he was begging to have that pup. Appa reminded him he has me and—” a choked sound escapes Yoongi, “papa said he regrets having me. That… he regrets bearing appa’s bastard. He screamed that he hoped I died a gruesome death because that’d probably hurt appa and give him peace…”

Jimin’s vision blurs. His heartbeats ceasing more and more.

Yoongi’s lips curl with a sardonic smirk, “he kept wishing the worst for me. Cursed me to have the worst life. A lonely, loveless life if I don’t end up killing myself like I should have. He kept saying all that and his voice was so shrill. I wanted to stop them but he’d lock me in my room during these times. I couldn’t do anything to help papa, but I thought I could lessen one of his worries…”

Jimin’s heart stops. His breath hitches as soon as Yoongi says it.

Yoongi’s expression is relaxed now. As if he is not even in his body anymore. As if he is back to being that twelve-year-old kid.

“I had a utility knife in my bedside table,” Yoongi lets out a hollow laugh, “I took it out and with papa’s voice still ringing in my head, I just…” he shrugs.

Jimin’s brain begs him to look away from the alpha. He has never seen Yoongi so broken. So utterly lost and hurt. Jimin’s tears cascade down his cheeks. He bites back a sob.

Yoongi’s chest dips with an exhale, “I don’t remember anything else. The next thing I know, I was waking up in my bed with doctors around me and my appa sitting beside me. You know, the first thing he told me once I woke up?”

Jimin waits with bated breath.

Yoongi’s nose scrunches in disgust, “he told me not to tell anyone about what I did. It was to bring media attention and shame to our family name. He never asked me if I was fine or not. He just thanked the doctors for saving my life. I didn’t see papa for a month and I heard from the maids, he was taken away from the house for a few months so I could recover in peace. I didn’t care at that point. I know I should have. I know I should’ve been a better son—”

Jimin lets go of the alpha’s wrists to cup his face with both of his hands. He forces the alpha’s eyes to match his, and then he kisses Yoongi between his brows. Then over those trembling eyelids. Feeling the wetness under his lips.

“Your papa was a victim,” Jimin murmurs against the alpha’s cheekbones, “your appa was a criminal. You though… you were just a kid,” he pulls back to look at the alpha so Yoongi can read the sincerity in Jimin’s eyes, “you were a kid and you were trapped in a toxic household. You were also a victim in that situation. You’re not at fault for how you reacted. You are not!”

Yoongi sniffles, shaking his head, “I could’ve tried to do better. I could’ve tried to understand papa’s hurt. Instead, I turned hostile towards him since then. I turned hostile towards every omega because that was easier. I couldn’t hate appa because he’d shower me with gifts and money and everything I ever wanted, even before it left my mouth. Now I understand how brainwashed I was. How heavily I depended on him. I would believe when he’d tell me it’s all papa’s fault that we can’t be a normal family. I never stopped to ask appa why he’d always forget my special dates. Why he’d never come to my basketball matches or why he never cared about how well I’d play the piano or anything remotely significant to me, really. He’d just get me gifts to buy my silence. He never gave me a reason for being such a shitty father. He would just buy my forgiveness and I let him. Because, probably, I knew, I was weaker against him. So like a pathetic fucker I turned to oppress the weaker ones. I turned on my papa instead. Then used every omega who came my way. I am just like my appa. I’m a terrible person. I could’ve saved papa—”

“No, you can’t blame yourself for that!” Jimin forces Yoongi to look at him, “listen, Yoongi,” he shakes Yoongi’s shoulders when the alpha starts to spiral, “Yoongi, you were just a kid. You were just a kid, Yoongi!”

“What if I turn out exactly like my appa?” Yoongi whispers, mostly to himself, “what if I become a shitty father like him and treat you like he did and treat our pup…” his eyes shift onto Jimin’s bump and he tries to squirm away, “no…”

Jimin helplessly watches the alpha slowly lose his mind.  

“What if I turn out just like my appa and my pup grows up hurting just as much as I did? What if I treat you like papa and I…”

“You will not!” Jimin seethes, takes Yoongi’s wrists in his hold and presses the alpha’s palms flat against his bump, “we’re not your parents. We never will be. You’re not going to be him, Yoongi. I’m not going to be your papa, either. We’re going to break that cycle. You hear me?!”

Yoongi’s vulnerable eyes swallow each word leaving Jimin’s mouth like he was starving. Jimin nods when the alpha’s eyes pool with fresh tears.

“We’ll be the best parents and give our pups the best home they could ever ask for,” he tries to smile for the alpha’s sake, “you’ll be a great appa, Min Yoongi. I know. I believe in you.”

“And, a great alpha to you?” Yoongi whispers.

Jimin’s heart lurches to his throat and he firmly nods, “and, a great alpha to me.”

He looks down at Yoongi’s hands and cradles the one where the scar is. He leans in, pulling Yoongi’s wrist up to press his lips against the scar. Ignores how Yoongi flinches under his gentle touch.

“You got nothing to hide,” Jimin whispers, “the scars, the past, the hurt… it—”

“Made me stronger?” Yoongi arches a sardonic brow.

Jimin shakes his head, “it broke you. I don’t think abuse will ever make anyone stronger. It breaks a person.”

Tears trail down Yoongi’s eyes.

Jimin wipes them with both of his hands, “but I do believe when you’re entirely broken, you can build yourself back up. As someone entirely different. Entirely you who has a past but that doesn’t affect his present or future, and that makes a person strong, yes. And you are the strongest person I know, Min Yoongi. You can do it, Yoon, you can build yourself back up and be a person whose past doesn’t control his present and ruin his future.”

Jimin lets out a wavering smile, “and, if you need someone to hold your hand and walk with you on this difficult journey,” he kisses Yoongi’s scar again, “you have not only one but two people who’ll hold both of your hands and walk this path with you. No questions asked.”

Yoongi stares at him like he is a statue.

Jimin breathes over the alpha’s scar, “you’re our family, Yoon,” he takes Yoongi’s hand and places it over his bump again, “we’ll walk this path with you. We promise.”

Yoongi doesn’t get to say another word. Jimin doesn’t get to continue either.

They both feel it at the same time. Both of their eyes on each other for a second and on Jimin’s bump the next.

It’s a light tap against Yoongi’s hand where it rests on Jimin’s bump. Yoongi’s eyes widen comically. His tears forgotten in pure shock.

Jimin is no different. His eyes are just as wide and his shock is just as prominent on his face.

“Wha—” Yoongi presses his hands harder against Jimin’s bump, “was that—”

“Munchkin,” Jimin whispers in disbelief, “Munchkin,” he looks up at Yoongi with tears of happiness this time, “Munchkin kicked.”

A wet laugh bubbles out of both of their lips. Yoongi leans closer to press his forehead against Jimin’s bump.

“Our little one,” Yoongi whispers, tears smearing against Jimin’s stretched skin, “your appa will kiss the ground you and your papa walk, yeah?” he nuzzles against the bump, eyes closing with tears rolling down his cheeks, “he’ll try his best to be the father you deserve and the mate your papa deserves. He swears.”

Jimin’s hands come to rest on Yoongi’s head, fingers combing through the raven locks with sniffles escaping his lips. He lets Yoongi have it. The quiet morning with the alpha talking to his bump. The two of them feeling the baby move inside Jimin.

They stay in bed for the rest of the day. Only getting out to shower and eat. Even then Jimin is carried by Yoongi who makes him a nest on the couch. They settle with some snacks and spend the evening watching some rom-coms. While Yoongi cooks dinner, Jimin rests in his nest.

The alpha feeds him, kissing his temple, his jawline, his cheek. Jimin notices how Yoongi doesn’t put his watch back on.

When they go back to bed, Jimin takes Yoongi’s wrist in his and kisses the skin. Yoongi pulls him in a kiss that soon turns into Jimin moaning needily against Yoongi’s mouth. The alpha eats him out until there are tears in Jimin’s eyes. He cums with the alpha’s mouth on him, swallowing his release.

Then Yoongi sinks into him. Their hands laced together. Their mouths on each other. Yoongi’s whispered praises filling Jimin’s ears as the alpha moves into him until the knot catches against Jimin’s rim.

When they fall asleep, it’s with Yoongi’s arms wrapped around Jimin.

── .✦

Yoongi smiles when Taegguk is handed to him as soon as Jungkook walks inside the studio. The alpha drops the bag of supplies at the corner of the room and sighs.

“Tae has a shoot,” he makes an apologetic face, “and the babysitter fell down the stairs. So…”

“It’s quite alright,” Yoongi smiles at Taegguk who grins at him from where he sits on Yoongi’s lap, not a single tooth in sight, “Yoongi samchon loves Taeggukkie.”

Taegguk bounces excitedly on Yoongi’s lap. It’s something they all came to accept. Even Taehyung, with hesitation, accepted that Taegguk loved Yoongi more than any other friend of his appa. It was a tie between Jimin and Yoongi. He would light up as soon as he saw either one of them. At first, Taehyung used to say no to Yoongi holding him, but with time, he softened. With time, he also started to get less sharp-tongued with Yoongi.

Yoongi boops Taegguk’s nose, “my rockstar missed me?” he grins when Taegguk tilts his head in confusion, not yet sure with the fast-paced words, “my baby, how are you…”

Jungkook chuckles, “damn, I never thought I’d see you like this with a pup. Holy shit—”

“Language!” Yoongi snaps, points at the recording booth, “get started.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah. By the way, don’t you have a rehearsal? You’re performing with Namjoon hyung and Hobi hyung for Cypher’s anniversary, aren’t you?”

Yoongi nods, “yeah,” he pats Taegguk’s back, “we are. You’re opening it for us. How do you not know?”

Jungkook chuckles, “just asking. Jeez!”

“Is Tae going to be there?” Yoongi smiles when Taegguk pokes at the patterns on his shirt, “to see you perform?”

“Of course,” Jungkook tilts his head, “why? Is Jimin hyung not going to be there for you?”

Yoongi hesitates. He looks at Taegguk while he tries to sort out his words in his mind.

“I didn’t ask him.”

Jungkook doesn’t jump on him. He waits. Giving Yoongi the time he clearly needed to sort through his emotions.

When the silence gets too much, Yoongi groans and closes his eyes, “I don’t know how to ask him to come to my concert. I don’t know how to tell him how badly I want him there when…” he sighs, “that’s all I ever want. I don’t know how he’ll feel about it. I don’t know—”

“Let him decide how he feels about it,” Jungkook pats his back with an assuring smile when Yoongi looks up at him, “you need to let him decide for himself. All you can do is hope he agrees.”

“I want to introduce him as my boyfriend,” Yoongi whispers, noting how Jungkook’s eyebrows touch his hairline in shock, “I want to publicly announce us and let everyone know we’re expecting our first baby. I don’t know how to tell him this.”

“Just as you told me,” Jungkook steps towards the recording studio, “tell him honestly. Talk about this. Trust me, hyung. Learn from my mistakes. Talk. Communicate. Try to understand each other’s points. You’ll be fine. Tell him what you want and why you want it. Then let him decide if he wants the same thing or not.”

Yoongi gives a small nod, “only if talking came easy to me.”

Jungkook pats his back with sympathy and goes to record. Yoongi holds Taegguk throughout the recording.

── .✦

“Namjoon and Hobi made quite a gesture,” Jin speaks from where he is perched at the edge of the desk while Jimin is getting ready for his last shoot before he takes his break for the pregnancy, “asked me to be there for their concert with Yoongi. I don’t know, I couldn’t say no to that.”

“No, I get that,” Taehyung laughs, “Jungkook makes it a huge deal every time. He brings flowers, always goes down on his knees to ask me to come to his concerts. Even this time, he is opening for Cypher and he cooked me breakfast to ask me to join him from the stand.”

The two of them look at Jimin. Their smiles linger.

“So?” Jin arches a brow, “how did Yoongi ask you to come to his concert for the first time?”

Taehyung also hums, a little curious himself, “yeah, how did he ask?”

Jimin hesitates.

He clasps his hands on top of his stomach and sighs, “he didn’t ask.”

Jin frowns, “but the concert is in two days. If you go, you have to prepare something—”

“Maybe, he doesn’t want me there,” Jimin shrugs, “I don’t know.”

The silence is unbearable. Jimin knows Jin and Taehyung are sharing a look of concern. He keeps his eyes resolutely on his bump. Knowing, he won’t be able to handle their pity if that’s what they are feeling.

“He must be feeling awkward to ask you?” Taehyung tries.

Nowadays, Taehyung is trying to be civil with Yoongi. He hasn’t told Jimin anything but Jimin can see how Taehyung is starting to warm up to Yoongi, just as Yoongi is starting to do the same. They both accepted that the other is important to Jimin and they are trying to respect each other’s place in Jimin’s life.

Jimin snorts, “maybe,” he waves his hand in dismissal, “whatever, you two tell me. What are you wearing for the concert?”

Jin and Taehyung understand his desperate attempt at changing the topic and they indulge him. Taehyung tells him they will go shopping and Jin nods, hurrying to change the subject to something else entirely.

Jimin finds himself distracted throughout the day.

── .✦

When he returns home, Yoongi is already there. He is cooking them dinner. Jimin smiles at him when Yoongi opens the door and steps into the alpha’s arms. Yoongi kisses his head, nose rubbing against his scalp.

“Welcome home,” he whispers, “how was your day?”

Jimin groans, burying his face deeper against Yoongi’s chest, “tiring. I can sleep for hours now.”

Yoongi chuckles, “shower. I’ll get some food for you and then you can sleep.”

Jimin pulls away a little to look at the alpha, “you didn’t have to cook. You must be tired too.”

Yoongi shakes his head, “not as much as you are. Come on.”

Jimin drops his bag at the doorstep and takes off his shoes. Yoongi picks up the bag while Jimin pulls off his hoodie with a groan. Arching his back to crack his tensed joints.

.

.

.

Yoongi can’t help but look. Jimin is chubbier than usual now. His curves are more prominent. His abs replaced with a bump and his face rounder somehow. He is all too soft around the edges. All too plump with the pup growing in him.

Every time Jimin undresses, it sets Yoongi’s nerves alight. The omega drops his hoodie on the couch and pushes down his pants. Uncaring of Yoongi’s eyes on him. He is wearing an underwear that barely holds his ass cheeks in. They jiggle as he walks towards their bedroom.

The supermodel walks leisurely, arms stretched over his head as he goes.

Yoongi curses under his breath and goes after him. He follows the omega inside the washroom. Jimin doesn’t stop him or mind him, in fact. He goes to the shower cubicle and turns on the spray.

Yoongi stands leaning against the sink-counter. The edge digs against his hip. His eyes trail over the omega’s wet body. The water cascades down and Yoongi’s eyes follow the trail. Jimin hums to himself, closing his eyes as he tilts his face up under the spray.

Yoongi is taking off his t-shirt before he can think twice. Then he pushes down his joggers.

With three long steps, he is pulling open the door of the cubicle and stepping inside.

“What—” Jimin stops mid-sentence when Yoongi kneels behind him with his hands taking a hold of Jimin’s ass-cheeks, “Yoon, what are you doing?”

Yoongi’s mouth settles over Jimin’s rim. He doesn’t have to say anything then. Jimin slaps his hands against the glass wall to brace himself while Yoongi starts to eat him out.

The first moan Jimin lets out goes straight to Yoongi’s cock. Filling him up until he is too hard between his legs. His teeth sink onto Jimin’s ass then.

Jimin whines, forehead resting on the glass, “what’s gotten into you?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer. He wishes he knew what gets into him when he sees Jimin. This insatiable desire for the omega cannot be normal but he doesn’t care. He eats Jimin out until the omega cums, reaching behind himself to push at Yoongi’s face.

Then Yoongi stands up, turning on the spray as he cleans Jimin up. Kissing him breathless.

“You’re hard,” Jimin whispers in the kiss.

Yoongi nods, “you’ll take care of it after dinner.”

Jimin pulls back a little, “you think you’ll stay hard till then?”

Yoongi smirks, “you will make sure I stay hard till then, angel.”

He laughs when Jimin pouts in confusion. The two of them shower before Yoongi dries them both. He carries Jimin to the couch, where he has already made the omega’s nest for him. Jimin sits comfortably while Yoongi plates their dinner and comes back.

He settles in the nest and pulls Jimin on his lap.

“What—” Jimin’s eyes widen, “Yoongi—”

Yoongi lowers his cotton shorts and holds Jimin on his cock. As he lowers Jimin, his cock pushes inside the omega’s dripping hole.

Jimin throws his head back, “oh, fuck!”

Yoongi hums, “cockwarm me while we eat, princess.”

When Jimin’s ass finally settles firmly on his thighs, Yoongi holds him there. Feeding the omega and himself. He takes his time. Enjoying how warm Jimin’s inside feels around his cock. Jimin tightens around him time to time, leaning back against him to mouth at his jawline. Yoongi pats his bump, kissing his cheek before feeding him another mouthful.

“I’m done,” Jimin pushes his hand away when the alpha gives him the last dumpling.

Yoongi eats it then, leaving the plates there as he finally lies Jimin down on the couch.

He fucks Jimin in his nest. The omega writhing underneath him with his arms tightening around Yoongi’s broad shoulders. Their mouths on each other while Yoongi’s cock pushes in and out of that wet heat of Jimin’s hole.

By the time they cum, they both are exhausted. Yoongi cleans them up before carrying Jimin to their bed. Holding Jimin to himself as he turns off the lights.

“Can I ask you something?” Yoongi nuzzles against Jimin’s head, lips brushing over his feather-like hair.

Jimin hums. Hugging a pillow to his chest with the alpha’s warmth seeps into him from the back. Yoongi’s arm is resting on his bump.

“You can say no,” Yoongi whispers against his nape.

Jimin’s lips twitch, “okay…?”

Yoongi squirms closer as if there’s any space left between them. His arm tightens around Jimin.

“I’d like you…” Yoongi pauses, as if reconsidering his words, “would you like to come to the Cypher’s concert?”

Jimin’s eyes fly open. His heart lurches to his throat. His teeth dig into his lower lip.

Yoongi takes his silence the wrong way and rushes, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to. It’s okay. Yes, we did say we should keep the pregnancy under the radar and not go overboard. I also—”

“Do you want me there?”

Jimin’s whispered question has Yoongi tripping over his words. He snaps his mouth shut. Jimin inhales the alpha’s thickening pheromones in the air around them.

“I’d love to have you there,” Yoongi murmurs, “but, if you’re there, I’d like to introduce you as my boyfriend,” he pulls back when Jimin squirms, turning to face him, “and, tell the world that it’s my pup you’re carrying.”

Jimin gnaws on his lower lip, “so we’ll tell the world, like… make it official?”

Yoongi looks at him, “don’t you want that? We don’t have to. Knowing you came to my concert will be enough—”

“No, it’s not about me,” Jimin averts his eyes with a small smile when Yoongi’s eyes widen, “I mean, telling the world... I just think, I don’t want me to steal any thunder from the concert.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Yoongi pulls him closer, impossibly so, “you’ll never. I just think it’s time…”

“I still think we should wait for that,” Jimin smiles when Yoongi’s lips jut out in a small pout and he kisses it, “you can tell them I’m your boyfriend, but I’d like for us to wait to address the pregnancy. Maybe post the day the pup is born? People know I am pregnant, I mean, look at me,” Jimin laughs, “but I want to officially announce it after the baby is born.”

Yoongi sighs, “yeah, okay. That’s fine, too.”

Jimin smiles into the kiss Yoongi pulls him in.

“So, you’ll come to the concert?” Yoongi whispers against his lips.

Jimin nods with a small, bashful smile, “I will.”

Yoongi lets out a deep breath as if he was holding it in for the last few hours. Jimin giggles because he feels lighter too. He tells Yoongi how he was waiting for the alpha to ask him to attend his concert, and Yoongi kisses him again. Telling him how worried he was about it.

They go to sleep with wide smiles on their faces. Their arms wrapped around each other.

── .✦

“You’re smiling constantly at your phone,” Namjoon’s voice brings him back to the studio where they are doing some last-minute rehearsals before the show the next day, “did you even hear what I said?”

“Namjoon, a bomb can go off right now, and he won’t hear it,” Hoseok paces the room with a mic and a sly grin, “he’s messaging back and forth with his omega.”

“Jimin,” Yoongi corrects Hoseok, “he has a name. Take it.”

Hoseok’s lips twitch, “yeah, yeah. What are you two even talking about? You just came here after making him breakfast back home.”

“He’s out with Tae and Jin hyung,” Yoongi scrolls through his phone, “buying something to wear for the show tomorrow. He wanted my opinion on some of them.”

“So, you asked him to come?” Namjoon comes to sit beside him, “damn, that’s a big step for you.”

Yoongi puts his phone down and smiles at his hands, “it is,” he sighs, looking at Namjoon and then at Hoseok, “but it’s him. He makes it simple.”

Namjoon’s lips curve with a knowing smile, “I never thought I’d see a day like this for you, to be honest. I am glad, really.”

“Me too,” Hoseok comes to take the seat beside him, “we’re happy for you, hyung. You’re happier nowadays. You’re changing for the better. Your mood is better. You don’t smoke anymore. You are adopting healthier habits. Your work is less grim. I don’t know, I like these changes about you. You deserve all the happiness.”

Yoongi nods, smiles when Jungkook joins them. The younger sits on the floor, playing with the mic he is handed.

“I was thinking I’d like to introduce him to our fans as my boyfriend,” Yoongi looks at them all, “is that okay with you all?”

“Why’re you asking us?” Namjoon laughs, “do whatever you want. Cypher is just as much yours as it is ours.”

“That’s exactly why I want to know,” Yoongi murmurs, “I don’t want to steal any thunder—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Hoseok slaps his back, “the lead rapper of our group found his soulmate. We also want the entire world to know.”

Soulmate.

The word always left a bitter taste on his tongue. His parents never got mated. Never wore each other’s marks.

It makes sense now. If there is a mark, their bodies would revolt against any other person’s proximity. It makes sense that they didn’t want to harm themselves. They didn’t want to walk down this path and many couples don’t. Nowadays mating is not the norms. It is more binding than a marriage contract. Their bodies will be intertwined. So, a lot of couples opt out of it.

The idea was always a foreign and stupid notion to Yoongi. He always scoffed at the aspect of such a bond. Such faith in one’s feelings for him and his own feelings for them.

Now he looks at Hoseok and back at Jungkook who is smiling at him too.

“You didn’t mate Tae, did you?” he can’t help himself when he asks.

Jungkook’s smile widens, “we’re actually waiting for his next heat. Then we’ll do it. We’ve talked about it. We think we want it.”

Yoongi leans back on his seat while Namjoon and Hoseok get busy questioning Jungkook about the mating. He looks at his phone where Jimin sent him another picture.

Yoongi smiles to himself and types out another message.

‘Buy everything, angel, you look good in whatever you wear.’

── .✦

Yoongi never felt like this before. Excited, jittery, a little nervous to go on stage, yes. But today he is constantly looking at the closed door of the changing room.

Jimin is not here yet. He will come with Taehyung. Jin is already here. Sitting on Namjoon’s lap while Namjoon murmurs something in his ear that has him blushing. Hoseok walks out of the trial room and goes to them. He takes a hold of Jin’s jaw and turns him a little to kiss him. Murmuring how happy he is that Jin could make it. Namjoon leans in to suck a mark on Jin’s neck while Hoseok kisses him.

Yoongi goes to sit in front of the mirror with four people surrounding him to get him ready for the stage. He keeps looking over at the door until his makeup artist snaps at him to close his eyes for her. Yoongi grumbles as he closes his eyes.

He taps his boot on the floor as time passes by. His makeup artist is putting on a little shadow on his eyes when he smells it. The blooming flowers that always make him feel like he walked inside the Garden of Eden. His eyes fly open, much to the makeup artist’s chagrin.

Yoongi ignores her. His eyes glued to the mirror where he sees the door open to Taehyung bursting inside with Taegguk. Jungkook leaps from his chair to welcome them.

Yoongi’s eyes promptly leave them to look at the next person who walks in. Jimin has a small bouquet that he is hugging to himself. His eyes search the room until he finds Yoongi. A tender and shy smile blooms on his face.

Yoongi stands up on autopilot. Ignores his makeup artists and their protests. He turns around and walks over to where Jimin still lingers. The omega bites onto his lower lip when Yoongi is right in front of him.

“Hi,” Jimin sounds breathy, winded, “sorry, we’re late. I needed a little more time to get ready—”

“It’s okay,” Yoongi reaches to tuck a strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear, making the omega flush, “I would’ve waited as long as you needed.”

Jimin gives a small nod and holds out the flowers, “for you. I hope the show goes well.”

“I smelt them before you came inside,” Yoongi takes the flowers and, while holding Jimin’s eyes, he buries his nose into the bouquet. His eyes hood over and Jimin’s cheeks flush brighter somehow.

“Uhm, no, I didn’t smell this,” Yoongi makes a face at the bouquet and tilts his head, “it was something sweeter.”

Before Jimin can say anything, he reaches to take a hold of the omega’s elbow. Pulling him closer. He ignores the room full of people. The eyes on them. The murmurs of them.

He buries his face in Jimin’s throat, humming, “yeah, now I know what I smelt.”

Jimin shudders, “Yoon,” his hand rests on Yoongi’s chest, making Yoongi realize he is not wearing a shirt yet, “there are people watching.”

“And?” Yoongi latches onto Jimin’s throat, sucking a possessive mark there.

Jimin bites back a whimper, “not now!”

He pushes Yoongi away a little. Giving him a shy glare. Yoongi smirks. He picks up a flower and tucks it behind Jimin’s ear. Kissing the tip of his nose.

“Thank you for coming,” he kisses Jimin’s cheekbone then, “come on.”

Jimin follows him to his chair. Yoongi gets another chair where he makes Jimin sit before sitting in his place.

“Jimin, hi,” Namjoon waves, “how are you?”

Jimin nods with a small smile, “hello, I’m fine.”

Yoongi sits and listens as his friends talk about random topics that do not interest him at all. But Jimin interests him. He keeps looking at the omega. How Jimin also joins in. Answers Namjoon and Hoseok. Laughs with Jin, Taehyung and Jungkook. It feels like a mini family gathering. Yoongi’s lips twitch as he watches Namjoon laugh at something Jimin said. Jimin grins back, nodding to whatever Jin says next.

He sighs and looks at himself in the mirror.

A small but satisfied smile graces his lips.

── .✦ ── .✦