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Chapter Five
Jimin swears there is music somewhere, ringing around each room of the quiet house, finding its way to the bedroom.
He hears the notes, the soft buzzing of it, sounds as lovely as the bird chirping sound, as soft as the first dew that falls onto the grass in spring. Under the steady rhythm of Jeongguk’s beating heart, Jimin swears there is music around them, and that the time has frozen still. It could as well be his own happy mind playing him games—but well, he cannot care less to differentiate.
He blinks, back pressed against the alpha who has his hand wrapped around him tightly as if to never let go. They lie on their sides in silence, not an inch between their warm bodies. The alpha’s hand is caressing the sensitive skin of his belly, and Jimin finds it so peaceful that he wants the time to stop and lock them together at this moment.
The alpha expressed his wish to be mates. They kissed.
Jimin squirms a little just by recalling it, feeling it hard to believe.
For the first time in years, and maybe the first time in ever, Jimin can feel he belongs. Wrapped tightly between the alpha’s arms, he feels safe. His omega is purring inside. He might be purring out loud as well, he can’t tell.
The peaceful music that rings inside his head stops, however, when his thoughts start surfacing once again.
The alpha made it very clear that he is serious about Jimin and the pup both. But then that means it will be official for everyone to see. Suddenly he struggles to keep his eyes closed, imagining hundreds of eyes on them, looking disapprovingly. What if the pack torments Jeongguk for choosing an unworthy omega? What if Jihyo doesn’t get happy about the news as Jeongguk’s sister? Or worse, what if Mina—
“I can almost hear your thoughts,” Jeongguk whispers behind him, snapping him out of his own hell. “Tell me what is bothering you.”
“Nothing, alpha,” he tries, doing his best to keep his scent in check. “I’m just tired.”
“Jimin,” the alpha sighs, his hold tightens a little. “You’re never discreet with it, you know. I can read your scent from a thousand miles away. You clearly have worries, so share them all with me.”
“It’s unnecessary,” he breathes.
Gently, the alpha turns his body over, so they lie facing each other now. Jimin wishes he didn’t, because it was easier to avoid the question that way.
“What happened? Tell me.”
With the way the alpha watches him, ever so patient and warm, and the way he caresses his cheek with the back of his hand, it is not possible to keep everything to himself.
“Do you think they will take the news well?”
He struggles to keep the alpha’s intense gaze, averting his gaze lower, feeling embarrassed for some reason.
“Who? Mina?”
“No,” he says softly. “The pack in general. But yeah, Mina too.”
Jeongguk furrows his brows as if he is offended, and Jimin immediately regrets ever opening up. He didn’t mean to upset the alpha, or show his insecurities to him. It’s just that…
“Who the hell cares what the pack thinks of us?”
It takes him by surprise for a second, not waiting for such an answer. “But alpha… I’m with child…”
“A child which is now mine. I don’t see the problem.” There is almost no hesitation when Jeongguk replies. There is no doubt. He doesn’t look away, wanting Jimin to see how serious he is.
“But I’m also a northerner-”
“You’re our pack member, Jimin. You no longer belong there in the North. Your place is here, right in this pack and right by my side.” He stops for a second and makes sure to add, looking deep into Jimin’s eyes. “That is as long as you want, of course.”
Deep down, he needs to hear each and every word. So apart from closing his eyes he remains quiet.
“Look at me,” the alpha gets closer to him, holding his cheeks between his warm hands. Gently, he raises Jimin’s head up, so he can look him in the eye again.
Jimin slowly opens his eyes, his eyelashes flutter nervously. He wonders if the alpha can feel how much he trembles whenever they touch. For a second, he also wonders if he can ever get used to this.
“Don’t you believe me, Omega?”
His voice is soft like silk. It caresses his heart the way his fingers caress his cheeks. A few months ago, if someone had told him that the alpha was able to be this gentle with anyone, he would laugh at them.
“I believe you, Alpha.”
The alpha approves it with a hum, looking pleased. “Good. I will always tell you the truth, no matter how bad it might be. I promise you that.”
If he told Jimin the sky is green and the earth is red, Jimin would believe him. Still, it is a relief to hear the alpha promise him things. He nods his head, heart squeezing with joy.
“No one in this pack can have a say in our relationship,” the alpha continues with a stern voice, meaning every word he says. “Except for Mina, but we both know she will be more than happy.”
“Do you really think so?” Jimin also grabs the alpha’s wrist, so he can keep his hands closer. He presses his cheek to the awaiting warmth that is the alpha’s open palm.
“I know so. I know my girl.”
“To be fair, I think I might have heard her call me ‘mom’ once…”
The alpha’s eyes grow wide and he lets out a surprised chuckle. “She did?!”
Jimin nods as much as the hands on his cheeks allow. “Not sure if I heard correctly, I was half asleep. But I think she did.”
“That’s my girl,” Jeongguk says under his breath, still grinning wide.
It’s in the air again, his own happy pheromones and his own heartbeat that is so loud it echoes inside. Instead of replying, he snuggles closer to the alpha and closes his eyes, feeling safe and sound.
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When it’s time for Mina to return home from school, Jimin wonders if it would be a better idea to let the alpha talk to her first. Deep inside his heart he knows he won’t face any hurtful reaction from the pup, and yet he doesn’t think he could ever get it together if that tiny possibility ever happened.
Sensing this hesitation, the alpha opens up the conversation. “Omega… Are you still hesitant?”
Not seeing the point in lying, he nods. “Not as much as before, but I am nervous. I don’t know how to approach this topic.”
What he doesn’t expect is to see the alpha sigh and agree. “Honestly, me neither. I’ve never had a similar conversation with her before. Never have felt the need.”
To hear the alpha say out loud that there hasn’t been anyone but Jimin that managed to capture his attention is like a song to his ears.
“All I know is Mina is very smart, and she loves you. We’ll figure it out.”
Jimin smiles at him. “We’ll figure it out.”
When Mina returns home from the kindergarten, all plans they made are ruined immediately. Because the pup smells distressed, and she looks on the verge of crying. It sends both of them into a full panic mode, especially when her eyes land on Jimin and she breaks into a sob right away.
“Mina?” Jeongguk is quick to ask, crouching down to see her face. “Hey, look at me baby. What’s going on?”
She doesn’t look up, wiping her face to her sleeve.
“What happened?” he asks again, brows furrowed, he is already on alert. “Mina, did someone hurt you?”
Mina doesn’t look at him. Instead she shrugs, and walks up directly to Jimin, hugging him, hiding her face against Jimin’s belly. The omega can only hug her back, and caress her hair as she cries, looking up at the alpha with a surprised expression.
When he sees Jeongguk taking a step towards them, he shakes his head no, his instincts telling him to be alone with the pup. He points to the alpha to leave it be for now. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but whatever it may be, Mina doesn’t wish to talk to her dad at the moment.
The alpha nods, looking stiff as he is still on alert. He doesn’t stop eyeing Mina from head to toe, checking for any wounds or harm. He doesn’t leave, but doesn’t come any closer either.
Patiently, Jimin releases relaxing pheromones, and waits for her to calm down a little. Only when she stops sobbing, he speaks. “Pup? Are you hurt anywhere?”
She shakes her head no, still not letting Jimin go. “N-No…”
“Do you want to talk about it? Your dad and I are so worried about you, pup… Come on, tell us.”
She sniffs, and shakes her head. “No… Don’t want dad… Just you…”
Jimin notices that her clothes are covered in dirt, her face too. If he could crouch down to meet her eyes, he would. Instead he scoops her up, despite Jeongguk’s displeased face at him carrying any sort of weight in his pregnant state.
“You look a little dirty, we need to wash you. Alpha, can you heat up some water?”
Jeongguk’s brows furrow with a frown. “Jimin, it will tire you a lot, let me do it instead.”
Jimin shakes his head slowly. “I’ll be fine. Promise.” He stops talking for a second before continuing, looking deep into the alpha’s eyes to assure him. “We’ll be fine. All of us.”
The alpha still doesn’t look sure of it, and smells bitter. He is still on alert like the worried dad he is. Despite that, he sighs and nods, going to the kitchen to heat up water.
Half an hour later, Mina no longer smells distressed while she sits inside the warm bathtub, enjoying having Jimin wash her slowly. The omega doesn’t ask any questions about what happened. In fact, they barely talk. He gives her time and space, while keeping her wrapped around his affection and love. Maybe that’s why she wanted to be with Jimin initially.
“Are you feeling better, pup?”
He rinses her hair, and wipes her eyes. Her eyes still look a little swollen and red, and yet she is calm, no longer sleeping. She has her dad’s eyes for sure, the same big and round eyes and same long lashes. When she looks up to Jimin, it feels as if there is a universe hidden in those eyes.
She nods, still sniffing. “Thank you oppa.”
“Of course, love.”
He gets up from the stool he was sitting on just by the bathtub, and helps Mina get out too. She holds his hand tightly even when she is wrapped in her towel and they are outside the bathroom. Even after Jimin helps her get dressed and puts her to rest on the bed, she clings onto him.
“Do you want to talk about it now, pup?”
Jimin knows Jeongguk is somewhere in the back. He gives them the space to talk, but that doesn’t make him less of a worried dad.
“Stupid Jiho started a fight. I hit him. And the teacher got angry at us.”
“You had a fight with a pup and you hit him?! Mina… Why did you do it?”
She stops, looking way too guilty to continue. She smells like wilted flowers, like guilt and it makes his omega wanting to front, releasing pheromones with no hesitation. Behind all that, he knows the alpha is there, listening patiently. His scent spikes, clouding Jimin’s judgment a little.
She nods, not meeting his gaze. “Yes. We hit each other. But he started first,” she whines.
“Mina... It is wrong to hit other pups. Why did you do it?”
Mina looks embarrassed as she plays with her fingers, feet not touching the ground where she sits on the couch. She looks like she would rather do anything but say those words out loud…
“He is jealous of me, says mean things.”
She averts her eyes for a second, looking unsure. Jimin figures she still doesn’t wish to share details, but then–
“Jimin oppa… You won’t leave me and dad, right?”
The question catches him out of nowhere. It is so unexpected that he asks her to repeat. “I don’t understand, love.”
Her lower lip wobbles a little when she continues. “I came home today during lunch time, but you were not here. I went to the tailor’s shop, and the lake… Oppa was gone… Then Jiho said you left us. I hate him! Stupid Jiho. He got us both punished.”
It hurts his heart the more she talks. To know his actions—insecurities, more like—have caused everyone pain is his biggest punishment.
“He said you’re not my mommy and that’s why you left me.”
He swallows hard, scooting a little closer to her. The things he wanted to talk to her about all go through his head. He had a plan, he had words he wanted to say. All of them disappear, leaving his mind blank, and heart racing inside.
This is exactly why he wanted Jeongguk to be the one to bring up this topic to her. This is exactly why he needs to have the alpha by his side, holding his hand and guiding him.
Knowing there’s not only one but two people expecting his answer at that moment doesn’t make it easier. He has never been the one with words, after all. But his omega is not anxious, instead delighted, reminding him that this doesn’t have to be too complicated. None of it has to be. He loves Jeongguk and he loves Mina. And they love him back. It can be as simple as that. They can just live in a bubble of their own, and think of each and every problem later when the time comes.
“Mina, baby. I have something to talk to you about…”
Although she misunderstands and panics a little, she holds her breath and nods, trying to be brave.
“Do you remember when we talked about families? And I told you that some families can later be made or found.” She nods slowly. “And I told you that your dad may one day be mated to someone else–”
“I don’t want him to mate anyone. I don’t want anyone!”
It stops Jimin for a second, and he has to hold back a whine from his omega, feeling rejected. It only lasts for a second, because Mina reaches out to his hand and continues.
“I only want you, oppa. No one else! I won’t allow dad to mate anyone! I will run away!”
Maybe it is the impatience, or the fact that Jimin laughs out loud at that, but Jeongguk joins them in the bedroom finally.
“Good, because I don’t want anyone else either.”
“Daddy?” She is a little startled, but is quick to catch on. Suddenly her whole mood changes, pout disappears into an expectant smile as he looks between Jimin and Jeongguk. “What does it mean?”
“It means that your dad and I decided to get to know each other better, and one day mate,” says Jimin in one go.
The alpha sits on the other side of the bed, and gives him a charming smile. The type that makes him forget even his own name.
Mina has her small hands pressed on her mouth, surprised and buzzing with excitement. Especially when Jimin continues, she can’t even contain it.
“Mina… Would you like me to be your mom? Officially?”
She screams so loudly that it hurts Jimin’s ears. The pup jumps to wrap her arms around his neck, chanting a million yesses. This time when she scents him, she doesn’t even bother asking.
Jimin closes his eyes and lets himself enjoy the pup kisses and scenting. He is so happy that it makes him anxious. There has to be a catch. There is always a catch. Always a trap waiting for him to fall.
And yet, he feels for the first time in his life that there is someone who would reach out and pull him out of that trap if he were to fall. Someone who claims to have fallen to that ‘trap’ way before than he did, someone who watches them fondly, reaching out to caress on top of his hand.
Simple as that.
A few hours later, Jimin’s asleep on the couch, but how can he not? He is drenched in the alpha’s scent, and Mina is curled on top of him. She fell asleep while talking to his belly. In her own words, she was ‘sharing the news with her brother’, which might have made Jimin tear up a little. He is no longer lonely, and his baby is already so loved too.
The way Jeongguk always refers to the pup in his belly as his own, and the way Mina is so happy to finally have a sibling makes his insides warm up with giddiness, a feeling that was so foreign to him once.
Jeongguk carries Mina upstairs then, careful not to wake the pup up. He is so gentle with the mischievous little one, although strict like an alpha parent usually is. Jimin wonders if the alpha will be even gentler with the newborn pup on his way.
He rests his head against the sofa and closes his eyes. The fire cracking sound is peaceful, calms his mind. He gets startled when suddenly the alpha picks him up bridal style.
“I can walk, Alpha,” he mutters, but isn’t taken seriously.
Jeongguk just snorts, and continues on his way. When he is gently dropped onto the bed, he doesn’t expect the alpha to give him a forehead peck, and then turn to leave.
He straightens up on the bed with a struggle, feeling completely awake now.
Isn’t Jeongguk going to sleep in the same bed as him?
They might have kissed a few hours before, but at that exact moment, both of them feel a little awkward about how to move forward with it. The alpha is quiet, standing still with hesitancy is clear in his eyes. It is hilarious how a big strong alpha with an endless determination in him can turn almost shy with Jimin.
Jeongguk looks down at Jimin from where he stands, his long hair framing his handsome face, creating shadows on his sharp features. Jimin wonders if there will ever be a day in the future where his heart won’t skip a beat or two by just staring at the alpha. So beautiful that it almost tricks his omega into thinking this is not a rejection.
And yet it feels like one.
“I thought I could continue sleeping in the guest room,” he answers. “If sleeping in the same bed makes you uncomfortable… I don’t want to force you. We can take it slow.”
Uncomfortable? Jimin blinks.
Is he scared of the intimacy he has never had ever in his life? With all his being. But is he ever uncomfortable with the alpha? Absolutely not.
And yet something inside him stops him from saying what he needs. As if his own wants and needs don’t matter. They never do. As if asking more from the alpha will disappoint him.
“I will get going then.”
Another small peck, and Jeongguk is gone.
After that Jimin can’t sleep alone no matter what, tossing and turning. His pup moves too much too, and his chests are sore, swollen and full.
He feels cold, and once again lonely. As if he hasn’t found his place at all. As if he is back inside that cold cave, waking up all alone with no one to turn to.
After a point when it’s unbearable, his omega begs him to chase after the alpha and the comfort he has to offer. So he gives in. Despite the nervousness and feeling ashamed to his core, he gives in. He regrets not asking the alpha to stay before. He regrets letting his own doubts take over.
He just can’t do this alone, not again.
He waddles towards the stairs and stands by the bottom of the stair, voice too small when he calls out. “Alpha?”
The alpha hears him immediately, and stirs awake. He quickly comes downstairs and holds his hand, one hand pressed at Jimin’s forehead to check his temperature, brows furrowed together in concentration and worry. “Jimin? Is everything alright?”
Jimin finds it hard to keep the alpha’s intense gaze, but he doesn’t want to look away either. Even this much proximity is enough to have relief wash over him, his omega rolling around in satisfaction.
“I… I just couldn’t sleep,” he confesses, looking at the alpha under his lashes. His cheeks burn when he continues. “Not without you.”
The alpha’s gaze darkens for a second, before it softens, and there is a soft smile on his face as he cups the side of Jimin’s face gently. Ever so careful, as if Jimin is made up of porcelain.
“I couldn’t sleep either… It was like torture. My alpha was restless.”
Jimin nods, a bit better about the fact that he bothered the alpha. Turns out, the alpha was feeling the same.
“Let’s go to our bed.”
“Our?” Jimin’s chest heaves with excitement, pheromones showing how affected he is already. As if it’s not enough, his pup kicks too, his hand finding that spot immediately.
“Now it’s our. Everything I have is ours now—even my pup.”
When they finally lie on their sides, staring at each other without touching, Jimin already feels on the clouds. It is different now, the fire of lust from when they first kissed is not clouding their senses. Their wolves no longer at the front. It is calmer, too real and fragile.
Jimin closes his eyes with a silent gasp when Jeongguk reaches out and combs his hair gently to the side, uncovering his face.
“Baby steps,” he whispers. How does he always feel what Jimin needs to hear? How does he manage to reassure him effortlessly? “We have time. Stop overthinking things and go to sleep, Omega.”
With fluttering eyelashes and burning cheeks, he nods at the alpha’s words, and finally closes his eyes shut.
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Jimin gets woken up by pup kisses that morning. Mina is all around him, waking him up with cuddles and gentle kisses. He even hears the pup talk to his belly but can’t really make up the words in his mind, still drowsy.
“Wake up oppa! I prepared breakfast!”
Jimin pulls her down into a hug, kissing on top of her head. “Oh wow, you cooked for me?”
“Mhm, I am a great cook,” she brags, tilting her head back when Jimin gently presses his nose on her scent gland. The milky scent of the pup joins his nest where it smells like him and the alpha. He assumes this is how heaven would smell like.
“You’re so talented at everything, my baby.”
He can feel how happy Mina is, not only because she is grinning so wide with her cheeks fluffy pink, but also because of how warm she smells, and how tight her cuddles are.
“Wish we could skip our duties today,” he mumbles under his breath then, eyes still drowsy with sleep, pup laid on his chest in a peaceful quietness. She whips her head up in hope immediately, looking at Jimin to see if this is in fact an option on the table. Her starry eyes make it hard for Jimin to ever want to leave.
“Can we? Please, please, please! Please, please, please…”
“That’s not happening.”
It is the alpha who speaks, and it doesn’t startle Jimin. The alpha’s presence makes itself known to him, even when he doesn’t realize it.
He also walks up to the bed and sits on the side, smiling down at them fondly. Mina whines at the previous words, but the alpha only ruffles her hair and repeats. “Jimin can stay in and rest if he wants. You have school and I’m not letting you skip, pup.”
“Daddy…” she tries again, and it only makes Jimin chuckle.
“Go ahead and prepare the table for the breakfast you cooked,” says the alpha as a distraction, and it works. She nods, and jumps off the bed quickly. Despite the alpha having told her not to run inside the house about a million times, she still does it, disappearing into the house.
The alpha sighs, and decides not to scold her over it. Instead he turns to Jimin, who slowly gets up and sits in the middle of the bed.
“How are you feeling this morning?”
A day ago, he was inside his own house, moping about the possibility of letting go. This morning, he woke up in the alpha’s bed—now their bed—drenched in his scent, skin covered in kisses that still feel wet on his skin. His heart has belonged to the alpha for a while, but now his body and life belong to him too.
It feels surreal. Maybe it is all a figment of his own imagination, but then again he is not sure if his mind is capable of dreaming such a dream. The type of life he forbade himself to ever think of once upon a time, assuming he’d never have it, is now his future to live.
“As if I’m in a dream,” he replies honestly.
The alpha hums, and raises his hand to grab his cheek. It excites Jimin, his heart racing in his chest even with the smallest of touch. His skin is not used to being under the alpha’s fingertips, and he wonders if he will ever be used to it.
“Your face looks a little red… Do you wish to sleep in today?”
“That’s because I’m happy,” he says like a whisper, looking at the alpha under his lashes, not knowing if he should meet his intense gaze or look elsewhere. How will his body ever get used to this? How will he feel anything but flustered and embarrassed when it’s the alpha gazing at him?
Jeongguk doesn’t reply at first, instead he caresses his cheeks with his thumb. Even his fingertips are calloused, feeling rough against his own baby soft skin—and yet it doesn’t weigh heavier than a feather.
He closes his eyes and rests his cheek against the alpha’s palm, wanting time to stop and lock them in here. He wants the alpha to lean in and scent him, then kiss his cheeks and find his way to his lips, like they did before.
When he opens his fluttering eyes, he notices that the alpha is looking down at his lips, chest rising up and down.
He tilts his head towards him, slightly so, but enough as permission for another kiss. Jeongguk leans in closer, and just as their lips touch, they are interrupted by the very impatient pup barging inside.
“The breakfast is cold! I prepared it all!”
This time when Jimin is flushed red, it is not because of the excitement, but embarrassment for having been caught.
“Come on then,” the alpha also looks a little upset about their almost-kiss, and yet he doesn’t push harder. He gets up, and helps Jimin get up too. “Let’s eat.”
“Family breakfast, family breakfast!”
Mina claps and runs back to the kitchen, completely unaware of how frustrated she left the adults to be. When Jeongguk scolds her for running, it is partially because of that.
They leave the house together, Mina’s holding both their hands. She gives everyone around a huge smile, ecstatic about the new addition to their small family. They leave her to kindergarten together, and if the way they held hands while walking past the pack the other day didn’t make it obvious to pack members, this does.
The way they steal glances at each other, the way even the Jeon Jeongguk they know to be too strict and intimidating looks all relaxed and happy, the way Mina’s whole attitude has changed… It is official, and it excited Jimin way too much.
Maybe he’d expect the alpha to keep everything a little on the down low, maybe he’d expect to go through everything slowly, one by one. He is not quite sure what it is that he’d expected. Anything but this.
Again, the alpha doesn’t hide anything. He doesn’t even look around to meet anyone’s eyes. His whole attention is on Mina and Jimin. No one else even gets close to his interest.
They kiss Mina goodbye, but the pup requests to be picked up and scented. Giving in to her whims, Jeongguk picks her up, and scents her gladly. They both turn to Jimin then, expectantly. He crosses the distance between them, and leans in to scent the pup who is still carried by the alpha. From outside, they sure look like a family, lost in their own world.
How fast everything has changed spins his head a little.
When the pup is gone, the alpha walks him to the tailor’s shop. He doesn’t look too happy about Jimin working instead of resting at home, but he keeps it to himself. And by keeping it to himself, it means a frown is ever so present on his face with his scent smelling bitter and burnt.
When they are by the door, only then he voices out his concerns. “Are you sure you want to work today?”
“Yes, alpha. Hoseok hyung probably needs my help. Plus, I could use some tasks too, or I will get bored. Don’t worry about me.”
“Worrying about you and Mina is my primary duty, Jimin,” he says then, and it causes Jimin to look away, flustered.
“I worry about you too,” he says. “I worry if you are safe and sound. I worry if you have eaten or not. I worry if you’re tired. I worry about you constantly, alpha.”
The alpha doesn’t speak at first, instead he gets closer to him, making him tilt his head back slightly. He wonders if the alpha will actually kiss him, and show the pack how much he can affect the omega with just a simple kiss.
He doesn’t. Instead, he pecks on top of his forehead and mumbles a soft praise. “Always so selfless… You’re making it impossible to leave you here, Omega.”
His face lights up immediately, feeling shy when he speaks. “Then don’t leave…”
“Gotta go to work,” he says with a low voice. “I have so many pretty things to provide for now.”
Without waiting for a reply, he leaves to work, also leaving Jimin behind with red cheeks and a racing heart.
The news has spread a lot faster than he’d anticipated. Because the moment he enters into the tailor’s shop, Hoseok greets him with a scandalized look and a dramatically loud voice.
“Park Jimin! I cannot believe this! People saw you and Alpha Jeon holding hands in the pack! In the pack, all lovey dovey… What the hell is going on? ”
Jimin gives him a wide eyed blink, standing by the door. “How did you hear about it? It happened just yesterday…”
“So you don’t deny it happening….”
Jimin shakes his head, walking inside with an innocent look. He closes the door shut, feeling a little flustered about the news. Just how quickly the pack has spread the news of them walking home hand in hand?
He stops in his tracks at the realization. Home. He has referred to Jeon's house as ‘home’. His omega is delighted. That’s his own home now. He finally has one.
“Hey, look at me when I’m yelling at you.” Hoseok snaps his fingers in front of his eyes, and wakes him up from his train of thoughts.
“Don’t yell at me, I am pregnant,” he pouts. It only makes the beta roll his eyes with an attitude.
“You can’t play the pregnant card on me, you minx. It doesn’t work.”
Jimin shrugs. “It was worth a try.”
“Tell me everything now. Is everything official between you and Alpha Jeon?”
Jimin bites his lower lip in a shy way, averting his eyes down to his shoes for a second, cheeks tinted pink. To say it out loud to someone else makes it too real. It makes his heart clench with a type of happiness that has never been his before.
“Yeah,” he meets Hoseok’s expectant eyes and smiles. “We, um… We kissed. Then he asked me to court me… He said he wants us to be mates.”
Hoseok lets out a dramatic gasp, holding his heart with a coo. “Oh my god, finally!”
“He even made my baby an infirmary, hyung,” he says with his lower lip wobbling.
Before he knows, he is pulled into the tightest hug ever. He melts into the hug immediately, wrapping his arms around the beta to keep him closer. He lets himself be calmed down while smelling Hoseok’s subtle scent. In such a short while, this barely-there smell of his has been such a comfort. It feels as if he is hugging a family member, as if he is back home. As if no harm will come his way as long as he has the beta by his side.
And if it causes his eyes to water a little as he rests his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, he can always try to blame it on the pregnancy. He feels lucky to have such an excuse while it lasts.
“Come on now, we have a lot to talk and gossip about.” He raises his brows teasingly, and drags Jimin inside, where they can sit down and talk.
A few hours later when the bell on the door rings and it is Jihyo who enters with the biggest smile on her face, it completely catches Jimin off guard.
“Oh, Jihyo-ssi…” He gets up to greet her, but even after the warm hug she keeps giving Jimin that one look which gets him flustered. At times like this, he can really see how much the Jeon siblings resemble each other in different ways. For instance, both have the ability to render Jimin speechless with just one look.
“Jimin-ssi… It’s been some time since I’ve seen you around. How are you?”
“I’m doing fine, thank you so much. And how about you?”
“I’m more than okay,” she hums. Hoseok is busy working on his sewing task, already having listened to each and every detail from Jimin in the morning. It’s an act, of course. Jimin knows him well enough to understand. The beta is obviously listening to everything.
“So…” She starts, tilting her head to the side a little and showing Jimin her dimples. “A little birdie has told me something… Certain someone was holding your hand in the pack and such… And you were dropping Mina to the kindergarten together with the said someone…”
Of course she’s heard of it, why shouldn’t she? She is the Head Omega. Obviously she’d know. And yet the confrontation makes Jimin flush red, looking away shyly.
“I assume that this gossip is real, based on your face,” she says again like a question, and Jimin can’t do anything but look up and give her a small nod, to which she replies with a happy grin she can’t contain.
“Oh… So you and my brother were indeed holding hands—twice. Am I correct to assume that there is… something there now?”
This time when Jimin nods, averting his eyes and cheeks hurting from smiling, she lets out a happy gasp, and a little clap. She and Mina look alike so much it makes his heart burn.
“Ahh, finally!”
“Why does everyone reply with 'finally’?” he finds himself asking, chuckling a little. “I didn’t know there was something until yesterday. Everyone seems to know more than I do…”
“You two were so oblivious, it was painful to watch,” Hoseok chimes in.
Jihyo just hums, approving. “I need to give you a hug now!”
It flusters him to be under such attention, but he has everything to be grateful of, so instead of letting his shyness take over, he lets himself be pampered and loved by those around him. He gives her a tight hug, basking in her warmth. She smells of her mate, and her pup—but there is a lingering smell on her skin that is quite familiar to Jimin. It smells like her brother, the family bond clear in the undertone of it, and it comforts him.
“So tell me everything,” she starts, when she pulls away, way too excited. “He told me that you stayed over at his house during the storm. I was expecting this to happen any day now, honestly.. One needs to be blind not to see the way he stares at you. Not to mention how he was gifting you things—remember when you told me this when I visited you? Anyway, tell me all about it… Is he treating you well? Is he serious about you? If he is not, I can gladly kick his ass.”
So many words and questions at once, and it leaves him speechless, a little too flustered even. He stares at her with his wide eyes and blinks, opening his mouth just to close it again.
He looks over at Hoseok to ask to be saved, but the beta looks pleased with his life already as he snickers, not even pretending anymore. His savior is, however, none other than the alpha in question.
“I leave him alone for a few hours, and this happens.”
Jimin’s face lights up immediately, turning to the alpha in relief. He looks so handsome as he stands by the door, cheeks a little red from having run in the cold most likely. His hair messily drops to his shoulders, eyes shine when he stares at Jimin.
Jihyo pouts, unaware of how affected Jimin is by simply staring at him. “Well, if I asked you instead, you would have ignored me. You left me with no choice.”
“If I don’t answer, that should tell you everything you need to know. That means, whatever we have going on is not for you to pry into.”
“I am the Head Omega. Of course I should know everything in this pack,” she defends herself, tilting her head up proudly. She is the one who Mina took after, apparently.
“You cannot seriously think playing the Head Omega card would work,” Jeongguk snorts at this, walking up to Jimin and wrapping his arm around the omega’s waist.
He doesn’t even think, it’s been only a day, and yet being close to the omega and initiating skinship comes so natural to him. To the point which leaves the omega speechless, struggling to adjust to his new lifestyle.
Not that he complains though. It is just… new. Overwhelmingly so.
“Then I have the right to know, as your sister.”
“Jihyo," he says with his dead serious tone, giving her a glare. It doesn’t work, of course. “Don’t bother Jimin. Stay out of it. Everything is so new, I don’t want you to scare him away.”
It’s not that serious and he doesn’t really need to stand up for Jimin in this case, and yet the way he defends and protects him almost brings tears to his eyes, making his omega purr at the implication that their alpha is trustworthy.
Not to mention how this would never scare him away. It would take a whole lot of things in order to have Jimin give up on the Jeon family now. A few curious inquiries are nothing.
She sighs, looking annoyed, but she doesn’t push. “Alright then. I wasn’t bothering him, by the way. I was making sure he is well taken care of. Dare I remind you that I wouldn’t hesitate beating your ass if you hurt him?”
“I would beat my own ass in that case,” he replies, and finally turns to Jimin. “Shall we leave now?”
He can just nod, looking up at the alpha all too excited. When the alpha lets his waist go and reaches out a hand to him, he gladly slides his own hand into the awaiting one. His eyes are dead set on the ground, a smile ever so present at his face.
“What do you want to eat today?” the alpha asks casually, when they finally reach the house. “What should I cook for you?”
“You don’t have to do it, Alpha. I can do it for us both,” he turns to say, but shuts up when he sees the look on Jeongguk’s face.
“There is nothing about you that would be a bother to me,” he says with a sigh. “Aren’t I courting you now?”
He nods, looking way too red for his own good.
“Then let me spoil you to my heart’s content.”
He just nods, and gives the alpha a big smile. “What about Mina?”
“She will survive a day in the kindergarten dining hall. I want to spend some alone time with you.”
He swallows hard, scent spiking immediately. He wonders if there will be a day where he won’t feel shy under the alpha’s attention.
::
The only person who doesn’t struggle adjusting to this new life is Mina. It’s been a few days only, and she has already told everyone in preschool that she now has a mom.
It’s a little pressuring to think Jimin cannot fail this innocent pup that stares at him all starry eyed. He is scared of not being enough for them both.
The alpha reminds him everyday that his mere presence is enough to make a home out of their house. He feels full, so full of love that he might just burst into a million pieces.
The alpha comes home with a lot of gifts, flowers and fresh meat. He keeps working in the nursery, wanting to get it done quickly. It feels as if everyone arounds Jimin coddles and spoils him rotten, and he is nowhere complaining.
Jeongguk is quiet, relatively, but he is very loud in action. He can read Jimin so well—which is also why he brings nesting supplies when he notices how Jimin’s omega is grumpy about his small nest. Now, they have cushion after cushions on their bed, and everywhere around the house there is an extra blanket somewhere.
Jimin almost cries out of happiness.
It doesn’t take Mina too long to call Jimin ‘mom’. All it takes is for her to fall down the stairs when running downstairs, and hurt her knee. And despite Jeongguk’s open arms and expectations, she runs to Jimin, sobbing and holding her hurt arm.
“Mom, it hurts!”
His eyes tear up when he hugs her close, the alpha slowly watching the scene unfold. He examines the pup from afar, and when notices that there is no real damage to her, he doesn’t get up. It is just a whiny little pup, needing attention from her parents.
And she chose Jimin.
Jimin wishes he could read minds, so he could put a meaning to the look the alpha gives them. It is full of fondness, hands busy with the baby toys he has been carving out of woods, a smile tugging at his lips.
Mina makes Jimin kiss her elbow that is a little red from the fall, chubby cheeks wet with tears, lower lip trembling. When the alpha scolds her for running down the stairs, she just snuggles closer to Jimin and whines, asking again for help. It’s hilarious, and Jimin meets the alpha’s eyes over her head, thinking whether he should play along her schemes or not.
“Daddy is right though,” he ends up saying, after giving her kisses all over her face. “You shouldn’t run down the stairs.”
He can never be strict with pups. He feels glad to have Jeongguk around. Otherwise, his own pup would be the most spoiled pup ever.
At night, they are laid side by side on the bed, perfectly fitted to Jimin’s nest. “She called me mom,” he says, unable to hold back his happiness.
“Aren’t you her mom now?” Jeongguk reaches out and pushes his hair behind his ear gently.
“I hope I don’t disappoint her. I want to be worthy of such a title.”
The alpha just snorts at this, and leaves him staring wide eyed. “Jimin. She chose you for comfort today. Stop doubting yourself so much.”
The soft rise and down of Jeongguk’s chest mesmerizes him, and calms his mind. Like this, he feels naked under the alpha’s careful gaze. Like this, he can’t hide anything.
The pheromones around him numb the doubtful part of his mind, and leaves him vulnerable and fragile. He is not scared though. Not with Jeongguk. He’s learned not to be, in such a short while.
“Never would’ve thought,” he starts, breaking the silence. “That we would be like this. Could never have imagined it.”
“Are you upset about it?” the alpha asks, reaching out to his hand, and brings it to his lips. A soft kiss is placed inside his palm, making him hopeful for a second one.
“I am happy, Alpha,” he says. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s gotten much better at reading Jeongguk now, but he can see the vulnerability in his eyes too. It’s hidden for a stranger to see. But Jimin knows. He is not the only one with doubts and fears. “I have never been happier.”
Jeongguk doesn’t reply, but the smallest sigh escapes his lips that tug upwards. He closes his eyes then, and yet never lets go of Jimin’s hand. Instead, he gives him a few more kisses, covering each part of his sensitive skin.
“I thought about it,” he says after a while, opening his eyes finally. “I’d imagined it.”
Jimin blinks, heart starting racing in his chest. Whenever Jeongguk stares at him like this, he feels a shiver run down his spine, and butterflies grow in his belly.
“You did?”
The alpha hums, yet again closing his eyes. Jimin’s hand now rests on his chest, the alpha’s own hand wrapped loosely around his wrist.
“When I first saw you, I knew you were different. And knew you would be special to me.”
Jimin sucks in a sharp breath, unable to move too much. He is scared that if he even moves an inch, the magic will disappear and it will all turn out to be a fragment of his imagination.
“How?” he still dares to ask. Voice so small that if they were not so close, it could’ve been missed.
“Because you scared the sh*t outta me.”
Jimin blinks again, eyelashes flutter with surprise. The alpha gazes at him with his own dark orbs, looking exhausted, and yet calm. “Me?!”
The alpha hums. “The moment your pretty eyes found mine, it woke a part in me that I forgot existed. It was the unknown. Nothing terrifies me, and yet you did. I could fight a whole pack of wolves without a care, but talking to you seemed more of a scary task, somehow.”
He caresses Jimin’s cheek, touching it so feather-like that it makes Jimin feel like a piece of glass. A precious one.
“You’re a little brat who doesn’t listen,” he continues with a soft chuckle, to which Jimin joins. “But I was mostly annoyed with myself, for not being able to get my mind off of you. And for a while, I managed. And then you went and got close to Mina... After that, I was a defeated man.”
It is interesting to hear how wrongly Jimin has assumed. Hilarious too. He giggles. “I thought you hated me.”
The alpha gives him an unbelievable look, almost a little offended at how wrong that sounds. “I have never hated you. You annoyed me, true. But that was it. For most part, I wanted you to be safe and sound.”
“I thought I was deluding myself,” he confesses, it is hard not to purr or get sleepy when there are gentle fingers threading through his hair. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up about you, alpha. You acted too angry whenever I was around you.”
“That’s my terrible communication skills’ doing,” he says with a sigh, getting a little closer to Jimin. Like his, their noses almost touch. “But I thought about you. Day and night.”
Jimin’s hand curls around the alpha’s shirt, slightly so. He wishes the alpha would continue. “You did?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you notice?”
He shakes his head, being honest about it. “I think I was so set on believing that you despised my being, I couldn’t even think of anything else.”
“You need to learn how to trust me,” the alpha gives him a soft kiss on the nose. “I can’t have you doubt my words so much. Especially when they are about you.”
He wishes for the same thing too. He wishes to shut down that one voice forever, and simply believe in the words he hears.
“I don’t want to doubt you, Alpha,” he says as a matter of factly. “It’s just a little hard for me to believe things…”
Jeongguk is ever so patient after sensing there is a backstory to come. It is fascinating how someone like Jeongguk, who also doesn’t like speaking unnecessarily, makes him want to talk for hours. And he wants to. He wants the alpha to know everything there is to know about him. He wants to be out in the open, vulnerable and naked.
He opens his mouth, but closes it shut again. Although he wants to tell, for a second he believes his voice will not come out. The words will be too heavy on his tongue, and the wounds will reopen.
But the alpha reaches out and gives another peck on top of his red knuckles, and it’s enough. What else could he ask for?
So he tells Jeongguk about everything. How he grew up without a father, and how it affected him growing up. He told the alpha before from time to time about how the alphas are in the North, but he tells again.
He’s never had a good relationship with alphas growing up, or even with himself if that counts. He had a home there which he’d never belonged to. He doesn’t ever remember crushing on an alpha either. Life was always a state of survival to him, especially after his mother was gone. Crushes and relationships were too much of a luxury for him.
Jeongguk watches him intendedly throughout. He looks equally as exhausted as Jimin, and yet they both stay awake. He makes a comment here and there, and it never makes Jimin feel being pitied, or looked down on. He is understood, and that feels warmer than a hug.
They talk for hours, until they are both tired from sleep, but with no intention to do so. They both have duties in the morning they wish they didn’t have.
“Maybe we should skip work tomorrow,” Jeongguk says, his voice already gruff from still lingering sleepiness.
He is so close to Jimin, not an inch between their bodies like this. His pup is trapped between them both, sleeping peacefully. Safe and sound. His hand combs through Jimin’s hair then, and pulls his head a little closer.
“We can,” Jimin says, purring loudly. “We can have Mina skip tomorrow too.”
“Nothing you haven’t done before,” he says with a breathy laugh, reminding Jimin of when he fell asleep with Mina in his arms, and caused her to skip school.
Those days seem as if years ago, but they are only a few weeks prior. Funny how the time flies. Everything is different now.
“It was a mistake back then,” he whines, a pout finding its way back to his face. The alpha just smiles, leaning in to give him a forehead kiss.
And yet he doesn’t move even after that. His lips remain so close, but also so far it hurts.
“I can’t skip, I need a pack to take care of. And a pregnant omega waiting for me at home afterwards. Can’t afford that,” he says, taking in Jimin’s scent with his eyes closed.
Everytime the alpha mentions him and his pup as if they are officially mates, it heals a part in him that he forgot existed. An open wound that no longer aches.
“The weekend, then,” he tries, eyes dead set on the lips hanging above. The alpha is not so different. He keeps staring at Jimin’s plump ones, looking too hungry for it. “Maybe we can do something this weekend…”
“We can,” he says firmly, hands massaging Jimin’s scalp, pulling him closer and closer. “Whatever you want.”
Then he crosses the distance in one go. Finally they kiss, this time calmer than their first, and yet somehow more intense. Maybe it’s what Jimin feels, his whole body turning putty under the alpha’s touches—but they never linger lower. He doesn’t dare.
Does he stop himself because he feels how overwhelmed and nervous Jimin is?
Whatever may be the reason, he is content with making out. Over and over and over again. Until their lips are both swollen. Until Jimin is undeniably wet it smells in the air. Until their eyes shine red and golden.
::
Jihyo takes the matters into her own hands and visits Jimin at his work again in a week.
Apparently, she went to Jeongguk to invite them both over to a family dinner—when she says it like that, Jimin can’t help but to feel a little overwhelmed in the best possible way. He is invited over to a family dinner, he is invited to be a part of the said family.
No matter how much the alpha reminds him of this, that they are a family now, seeing other people also say so makes it feel too real. He’s never had a family of his own before, except for his mother, and it’s a territory he is not familiar with. Luckily, his love for the alpha and the pup and his omega instincts lead him just fine.
He accepts the invite, of course. Jihyo is elated to hear that, giving Jimin her signature bunny smile. At times like this, the omega can easily see the resemblance between her and her brother. Also, Mina looks a lot like Jihyo, too.
And now there they are, walking towards the Head Alpha’s house with Mina skipping happily in front of them. She is happy to see her cousin, but then again she is happy in general. Ever since they told her the news, all she has done is be happy.
Jimin has been inside the Head Alpha’s house multiple times, and yet this feels different. Jeongguk’s big hand is wrapped so tightly around his, as if sensing he shouldn’t leave any room between their skins to protect Jimin from overthinking. The alpha walks with him, hand in hand, proudly showing him off on their way to his sister’s house.
Maybe because the alpha senses his hesitation, he stops his tracks and turns to him, giving him a slightly worried look but a warm smile regardless. “Hey… Is everything alright?”
Jimin looks around once, and upon meeting so many people’s eyes, he turns to Jeongguk quickly. “Yeah… Just a little nervous.”
“About them?” He points at the pack.
Jimin bites his lower lip, looking up at the alpha under his fluttering lashes. “A little. But mostly about meeting your family.”
Jeongguk snorts at that, reaching out to free Jimin’s lower lip from his own bite. “You met them already. There is nothing new here.”
“Yeah but that was then and this is now. When I met them in the past… I was merely an omega seeking refuge here. And now I am your future mate. This is different.”
The alpha takes one slight step towards him as his smirk grows, one hand gently finding Jimin’s cheek. “Hm. Future mate. I like the sound of that.”
“Stop it,” he whispers under his breath, feeling his cheeks burn already. “I’m already embarrassed.”
Instinctively, he looks up immediately upon realizing that he just talked back to the alpha again. But then he sees Jeongguk chuckling, and relaxes. This is not some random alpha—that is his alpha, and his alpha makes it his mission to remind Jimin that he is safe and sound. He is allowed to say whatever he pleases. It takes him a little effort to make sure of this each time, that’s all.
“You look pretty when you blush,” he says with that disarming smile, and caresses his cheek one last time.
Mina huffs, has her arm on her waist, staring at them with a fake anger and a lot of attitude. “Daddy, aunty will get angry at us.”
“I guess she’s right,” Jeongguk smiles. He knocks on the door right after. “Jihyo will get angry at me.”
“I’m the one causing us to be late though.”
“Doesn’t matter. She would never get angry at you, I think she likes you more than she likes me. Did you know that she actually threatened me when she found out about us?”
Jimin’s eyes grow in surprise. “Really? Threatened?”
“Threatened indeed.” It is Jihyo who replies, opening the door in the middle of their conversation. She looks way too pleased with herself as she continues. “I threatened to kick his ass if he ever hurt you.”
She then picks up Mina, who immediately greets her with a hug. “Am I wrong, Mina?”
“Auntie is always right,” she supports Jihyo right away.
“Traitor,” Jeongguk shakes his head, barely containing his smile. “I wouldn’t hurt my omega on purpose, but still I’d like to see you try,” Jeongguk scoffs at her, but he can’t hide the smile from his tone too. “You’re literally weak. I can throw you to the ground in one second.”
My omega. Jimin squirms a little.
“Easy there.” It is Namjoon who joins the conversation then, wrapping his hand around Jihyo’s waist and pulling her close. “You’re talking to your Head Omega now.”
Jihyo just starts laughing all smug, enjoying having the upper hand now. All Jimin can do is to look between them as they bicker like little pups.
“Tell the Head Omega to leave us alone then,” he says simply. “Also, doesn’t she know any manners enough to invite us in?”
Jihyo rolls her eyes so hard as she opens the door and welcomes them in. “Just so you know, oppa, I am only letting you in after your rude attitude for Jimin’s sake.”
“Me?” asks Mina quickly with a pout.
“Of course for Mina too. You’re my favorite.”
Jihyo carries a happy Mina inside, and Jimin follows Jeongguk inside, who is already engaged in a conversation with the Head Alpha. Looking up at the alpha’s wide shoulders as he walks behind, watching him so into his element, confident and relaxed… It makes his stomach flip a little. He loves watching Jeongguk do mundane things, especially when it’s unnoticed by all.
When they finally sit down at the table and Namjoon addresses him, he is caught off guard. “How are you doing, Jimin? Is everything alright for you at the pack? Is this one treating you well?” He squeezes Jeongguk’s shoulder, and earns a playful glare.
“Yes, Head Alpha. Everything is perfect. Better than I could ask for,” he says as a matter of factly.
“You don’t need to address me so formally. We are a family now. You can just call me Hyung, if you want.”
The alpha smiles at him and flashes him those dimples, which Jimin has never seen before outside. He figures that is a part of his duty, and Jeongguk’s too—to be a trustworthy leader, and keep the playful part exclusive to the loved ones.
He was intimidated by the Head Alpha the most, although he wasn’t as scary as Jeongguk initially. Still, it is not as easy to address him casually. “I…”
His eyes find Jeongguk then, not knowing what else to do. Everyone at the table stares at him with a fond smile, patiently waiting. No matter how much he tries, getting used to such attention is never easy for him.
But then Jeongguk gives him a warm smile and a supporting nod, encouraging him to do whatever he pleases. All the nervousness is gone off the window. Funny how strong the alpha can influence Jimin, with simple actions.
“Alright, I will call you hyung,” he says, congratulating himself mentally for not stuttering. His voice is not too loud, addressing the head alpha so casually still feels unnatural. Had he tried in his old pack, he would be punished severely. “Namjoon hyung…”
Something about the way Jeongguk looks at him changes, and he doesn’t know how to read that. All he knows is it causes his heart to pick up at speed. The conversation thankfully escalates to something else, and he is left to his own silence.
He thinks about the way Jeongguk looked at him, and wonders if one day he could call the alpha hyung too. And maybe one day something more intimate, like darling…
Just the thought of it brings heat to his cheeks.
Through dinner, it feels good just to sit there and go non-verbal. He is pleased just by watching the siblings bicker. He is not sure how to join the conversation anyway, but when they start talking about their memories as pups, the image of Jeongguk as a small pup brings a huge smile to his face.
“Oppa kept running away from the house, and dad used to punish him for it everyday,” Jihyo says with a laugh. “One time, he got so far away that he couldn’t find his way back to the house. Dad had to leave the house and track him down. When they returned, dad forbade him from leaving the house for a week.”
“Shut up already,” says Jeongguk with an eye roll, acting pissed at his own embarrassing memories being told.
“I can see who Mina took after, then,” Jimin says, resting his head against his palm. “She keeps running away too.”
Mina giggles at that, she doesn’t look to be feeling guilty about it. “Daddy, you were doing the same thing!”
“Thanks, Jihyo. Now I can’t even forbid my own pup from leaving the house unnoticed, all because of you.”
“You’re welcome,” she says with a wink towards Mina. The pup smells happy, she claps.
The alpha sighs, feeling defeated. The only people he can ever be weak against is in this room. Jimin chuckles at this, seeing this side of the alpha will take some time to get used to. He is not complaining at all.
Jeongguk keeps feeding him more meat during the dinner. He cuts his own steak, and gives half of it to Mina, the other half to Jimin. He doesn’t feel too hungry that day, his own pup is too active in his belly for him to eat more. He wonders if the pup feels the adults around him, and doesn’t want to sleep because of that.
When Jihyo gets up to check on her own newborn, he follows her, wanting to see the baby. The alphas tidy up around the table in the meantime, something that would never happen in his own pack. In the North, it is an omega’s duty to cook, and clean up and alphas won’t even bother helping.
“How is your life with a newborn?” he asks Jihyo, when they are alone in the room and she is breastfeeding the fussy pup.
“It’s a struggle, I’m not going to lie to you,” she says with a sigh. “We barely sleep. But I am lucky to have a good partner like Namjoon. No matter how busy he is with pack duties, he always helps me. Thanks to him, it all goes smoothly.”
She gives a soft peck on top of the baby’s head, and then turns to Jimin, reaching out to hold his hand. “I am so happy you won’t be alone with it, Jimin. My brother might be a lot of things, but he is a great dad. He will be a great help to you. He was raised like that.”
To hear nice things about the alpha always warms Jimin’s heart. He feels proud, and it’s interesting how possessive he is of the alpha already to be proud of him like that. “I know he will be. He made my pup a whole nursery,” he shares shyly, looking down to caress his own belly. “That is his courting gift to me.”
“Oh my…” Jihyo looks genuinely surprised, and happy both. “I was hoping that he was spoiling you but he outdone himself. Good. That’s what you deserve.”
“I would be okay with a crib, honestly,” Jimin says like a confession. He was so nervous about getting everything done in such a short while, that a crib would be sufficient for him to ease the anxiety. “I wasn’t expecting it at all.”
“Don’t be silly. Alphas exist to spoil us,” she says with an attitude. It runs in the family, apparently. “Never settle for less. And if he mistreats you, let me know. Or kick his ass yourself. You’re not going to accept anything below your standards.”
“I have no standards…”
“And that should change very soon,” she says. “You deserve the type of love that overwhelms you. The type of care that would get people jealous of you. You and your pup both.”
Not only the attitude. The ability to make Jimin believe that he is all worth it, the ability to make him feel special… That too runs in the family.
All he can do is let himself be soothed by the peaceful silence of Jihyo, and the sleepy sounds of the baby.
An hour or two later, when they are in the living room and Mina is already half asleep but ever so stubborn to keep her eyes half open, Jeongguk turns to him and squeezes his hand softly. “Shall we go, Omega?”
He nods, feeling equally sleepy, his head resting against the alpha’s wide shoulder. “Yes, hyung,” he mumbles, without thinking.
This gets Jeongguk to stop. Jimin only then notices the ‘hyung’ slipping past behind his own lips. Slowly, he opens his eyes, meeting an unreadable expression from the alpha.
“Are we past the hyung stage already?” he asks, clearly enjoying teasing Jimin, and seeing how flustered he can get.
“I didn’t mean to offe-“
“Ssh,” the alpha shuts him up with a peck to his forehead, and a hand combing through his hair. “I like that, baby.”
Jimin’s quite sure everyone can hear his loud heartbeat, and smell the spike of his own scent about the sudden pet name in front of everyone. Contrary, the alpha looks unfazed, as if everything is natural and as it’s supposed to be.
The alpha then gets up and picks Mina up in his arms, the pup snuggling close to his neck. Then he helps Jimin get up by holding his hand.
“Do you want me to carry you too, baby?”
“No need, Alpha,” he replies, eyes set on his feet as he also snuggles close to the alpha. “I feel fine.”
Although not entirely convinced, the alpha doesn’t push. He presses a soft kiss on his head and holds his hand with his empty one, the other supporting Mina’s weight.
As it’s time to say goodbye to everyone, Jihyo pulls Jimin into a hug, and Jimin can feel the happiness vibrating from her.
“I’ve never seen my brother like this. I didn’t even know he was capable of these. Thank you.”
Jeongguk looks annoyed with her, but doesn’t correct her either. For a second, Jimin wonders if he is indeed doing anything to be thankful for. Shouldn’t he be the one feeling grateful?
And yet when they are finally at home and laid side by side, the alpha cuddles him and caresses his belly, also whispering a soft ‘thank you indeed’ against his skin.
::
There is no drastic change in their routine which they set during the storm, except for the fact that Jimin now sleeps in the same bed as the alpha every night. It is different, though. Now they talk. Be it the useless details about their day and how it went, or something about their past. But the pillowtalk is now a part of their day, and Jimin enjoys it too much.
Jimin finds that he likes the alpha the best when he lets himself loose, and brings out his more fun side. He plays along to Mina’s schemes, he teases Jimin all the time. Knowing that this side of him is only reserved to their little family makes him feel all warm and giddy inside.
Then there are the touches—and a whole lot of them.
When he cooks, the alpha stands behind him with his arms caging him against the counter, watching him do his work. When it’s lunch time, the alpha always visits him, and they have lunch together. Jimin tells the alpha about whatever is on his mind and the alpha listens to him, hand in hand.
Then there are those kisses. The make out sessions leave him wanting more, and yet the alpha never pushes for it, content with sucking on Jimin’s lips until they are swollen even the next day.
Jimin doesn’t really know how to take all the attention he’s been given. Jeongguk, who is not that talkative, is very loud in action. He is not afraid to hold his hand in public, not afraid to pull him close or give him kisses here and there when they are alone at home. He is attentive, affectionate and surprisingly clingy.
It is Jimin who is the problem. He just doesn’t know how to deal with the intimacy he has never been given before.
There is a growing want and a need inside, slowly scorching him alive. The longer they sleep in the same bed and only share kisses and nothing else, the more restless that fire grows. And still, he doesn’t know how to ask for more—not when the alpha never makes a move to take things further.
Maybe that’s for the best. All the insecurities about his own body and ability to please the alpha, mixed with his own inexperience, bubbles up to the surface whenever they touch.
A part of him is scared the alpha will not want him, if he sees him naked.
It could be his own mixed feelings or confusion that leads him to have a nightmare that night, but whatever that is, wakes him up with a loud gasp, immediately alerting the alpha.
“Jimin? Are you okay?”
He feels like sobbing as he shakes his head, and scoots closer to the alpha. “N-Nightmare. Pup is restless too.”
Jeongguk’s worried gaze immediately softens, and yet he takes Jimin seriously. “Aw, poor baby. Come here.”
He presses a kiss on Jimin’s temple, and then to his cheek. His hands are wrapped tightly around the omega, who clings to him in desperation. He is so touch starved that it trembles him to the core when the alpha’s kisses find their way to his jaw, and press slightly lower. He has been touch starved his whole life, and his only cure will ever be the alpha.
Immediately, he tilts his head to the back, giving the alpha more room. A shaky breath falls from his lips when the alpha starts kissing his neck, inch by inch, taking his time to find his scent gland.
“Should I scent you?”
Jimin nods with a whimper, holding onto Jeongguk’s shoulders with a tight grip.
There is a wet kiss placed right on his scent gland then, and a barely-there press of teeth. Teasing, showing him what he could do. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, alpha. Yes, please scent me…”
“Good.”
It’s embarrassing to think how little the alpha has done, and how much it has affected him already. It is even more embarrassing how his body reacts when the alpha’s warm breath hits on his sensitive skin like caressing it after the alpha gives him an approving hum.
Jeongguk has scented him before. Not too many times, maybe five or six times. But not like this–never like this. Something is entirely different this time, because when the alpha drags his nose against his scent gland, he has to squeeze his legs close, feeling like he is about to get wet.
Sensing the change with him, the alpha’s big hands slowly move against his sides, squeezing and grabbing everywhere—he is everywhere at once. All over his body, all over his mind.
A wet drag on his scent gland comes next—a lick and a bite, another soft hum and the alpha completely turns him to his side easily, manhandling him however he likes. Like this, Jeongguk has more access to the other side of his neck, and can easily grab Jimin’s thigh.
“You smell so f*cking good,” he says with a groan, making him whimper again and again. “I feel like I'm losing my mind.”
Losing his mind is an understatement for Jimin. All he can do is gasp for air as his whole body trembles with anticipation, and let the alpha continue scenting him. He bets his life his eyes are shining golden now, given how his omega is almost at the front, rolling over in delight.
“Pup too,” he whispers, and the alpha stops torturing his neck and collarbones. “Scent pup too.”
With a low hum, he lowers himself on the bed, positioning Jimin’s body again so the omega can lie on his back comfortably.
Jeongguk doesn’t even wait as he pushes Jimin’s thin top and exposes his belly. Jimin wonders if the stretch marks all over his belly are disgusting to the alpha, but doesn’t need to think too much of it since the alpha dives in with his eyes red, a growl echoing in the bedroom.
Being kissed on his belly affects him more than anything, his once soft tummy now feels huge with a restless pup inside. The baby kicks and kicks, but calms down the more he is scented by the alpha. There is no doubt in his mind that the pup will immediately recognize Jeongguk as his own dad when he’s born. Jeongguk makes sure of it.
His hand is possessively placed on the omega’s belly, caressing the sensitive skin as he thoroughly scents the pup. It smells like innocence, a milky scent mixed with Jimin’s own.
There is something else too. Something sweet and thick in the air that is impossible to miss and resist. It is mouth watering, and intense enough to awaken his alpha and call it to the front.
The scent of slick.
It dribbles down to Jimin’s knees, making him squirm with embarrassment. He is so wet that he’s sure the alpha could easily slip inside, despite not having prepped at all.
In between kisses and licks, the alpha gives him a look under his lashes, and Jimin meets his red gaze with a gasp. Pheromones clog his senses too much, and the lust is thick in the air, surrounding his mind and body.
“Omega,” the alpha whispers against his skin, lowering himself more on the bed. He grabs Jimin’s thighs and with a startled yelp, he pulls him down on the bed. This way the alpha can access his most private parts. “Jimin…”
He presses his cheek on Jimin’s smooth thigh, and closes his eyes as he takes a deep breath. When he opens his eyes, they are even more red, even though Jimin can’t see him well from his baby bump.
He feels a little clumsy. The alpha knows what he is doing, there is no hesitation from him when he moves, and takes what he wants. Jimin can just lie there, and try not to hyperventilate out of overwhelming sensations. And insecurities—he wonders for a second if the alpha will like him when he sees him naked. If everything will go well, if it will be similar to the time back in the cave with a stranger alpha. Having no control over his own body… It was scary.
When the alpha grabs the hem of his shorts and pulls them down just slightly, he panics, not knowing what to do with his body or his mind.
Upon noticing the slight change in Jimin’s scent, Jeongguk suddenly stops.
He climbs over the bed and eyes Jimin from head to toe with worry clear on his face. “Baby, look at me.”
He opens his eyes, feeling ashamed. He literally made his own alpha stop from taking him—how can he be a good omega? He is the worst. He wishes nothing else but to feel safe and maybe owned by the alpha, and yet he feels lost when the topic comes to physical intimacy.
“Did I scare you?” The alpha doesn’t look angry in the slightest, instead he looks worried sick.
And yet when Jimin doesn’t reply—but instead gives him a shake of head motioning no—he cuddles him close and releases calming pheromones.
“It’s okay,” he says with sincerity. Clearly the alpha must be blaming himself for not having been patient, and yet Jimin doesn’t carry any blame in his mind directed towards the alpha. If anything, he is angry with himself for getting flustered and overwhelmed so easily. “We have time.”
Everything is so intense, his omega still ruling his trembling body, making him feel as if he is having a pseudo heat. It’s not the case, he knows. But knowing doesn’t equal not feeling.
When he’s dragged back into the arms of sleep, having been scented by the alpha, he wonders if he can ever deserve him, and if he has done anything in his past that made his fate intertwined with such a perfect alpha.
::
The relationship between them grows slowly and gradually. It reminds Jimin of a fast stream of river, everything that is good just smoothly flows into him and from him.
The alpha has been working extra hard in the pack for the past week, on top of his extra busy hours. Winter is almost over, and spring means so many things to do around the pack. Which means they can no longer spend lunch time together…
Even Jimin is busy with his work. Something the alpha is unhappy about.
“You work way too much,” he says with a grunt, a frown apparent on his face. It reminds Jimin of the old times, when Jeongguk was just the second alpha in command to him and nothing else. It is entirely different though. “You’re already close to giving birth. You should take it easy and let me do the work.”
He appreciates everything the alpha does for him. If he let the alpha, he would even do more. But Jimin already has everything he needs. “I have two more months to go… And I like working, Alpha,” he says then. “I feel useful to the pack that way.”
There is a sigh from the alpha as a reply, and a deepened frown. “You don’t have to be useful to anyone. You need to rest. I will do the work and bring you whatever you need.”
The thought of having someone in his life now, who will take care of him when he is tired, sick, or anything is so new. Something that he still struggles to comprehend. Something that makes his omega roll onto his back submissively, and something that makes him squeeze his legs a little closer.
“Thank you, Alpha…” he manages to say, cheeks red as a tomato, not managing to hide the smallest purr that wants a way out. “I will rest more. Promise.”
“Good,” he praises Jimin, attention back to his full plate. Mina watches them both with her round eyes, eating her dinner quietly.
“But you should also take it easy on yourself. You haven’t been stopping by to have lunch with me.”
That is sadly true. After getting Jimin used to spending some time alone everyday, the alpha can barely stop by anymore. Spring is about to arrive, and there are a million things to do.
“You two had lunch without me?” says Mina with a shocked expression, her scent souring immediately. Jimin’s eyes widen immediately, looking caught and guilty. He shares a look with Jeongguk, who looks amused if anything.
It takes them both scenting her and playing with her for hours in order to calm the fussy pup down. She cries and cries, claiming she is not loved anymore. She even threatens to leave the house. She says she will disappear and not come back. Both Jeongguk and Jimin know that at most, she will hide in her aunt's house and pretend to have disappeared. And still, they play along, cooing her.
At night, Jimin cuddles close to the alpha, feeling sore all over. It’s not only his heavy pregnancy or work that tires him out, it’s also the fact that he misses the alpha’s closeness.
“You seem too touchy today,” the alpha says, his hair still a little damp after the shower. He always gets too lazy to heat up water for himself, while he heats it up patiently for Mina and Jimin. This time, Jimin didn’t allow him to bathe in cold water. He pouted until the alpha gave in. “Are you okay, little omega?”
“Missed you today, alpha,” he mumbles against the alpha’s neck, hiding his face right against his scent gland timidly. “I was worried about you. Did you at least eat lunch today?”
He doesn’t mention how his body is aching all over, and how his chests are so sore it hurts. He really needs to visit the healer soon.
“Mm, no,” he says honestly, leaning in to scent the omega. “But it’s okay. I don’t get hungry easily. An alpha thing, I guess.”
It is an alpha thing to feed others before themselves, no matter how much they need it. An alpha can go without food for weeks, if it meant his family needed it more. Still, Jimin lets out a little huff, his omega whimpering about his alpha not being taken care of well.
“You still need to eat,” he says, looking upset.
“Are you ordering me around now, Omega?” Jeongguk looks slightly amused if anything, nowhere near annoyed. “What happened to being scared of me?”
“That was then,” he mumbles, feeling sleepy as he curls closer to the alpha. “This is now.”
Jeongguk just laughs at that, hugging him back.
::
The next morning Jimin prepares lunch for two. When it’s time, he leaves his work to go check on the alpha, but the more he nears the forest where alphas train, the less confident he feels.
He still doesn’t feel all comfortable with the whole pack watching them all the time. The alpha doesn’t shy away from showing Jimin off, in fact he doesn’t even notice how the others keep staring at them curiously.
Jimin is a whole nother story. He doesn’t know what to do with himself.
He stops for a second, hand gripping tightly around the lid. He needs to do this. He should think about Jeongguk and not about the rest. He should be brave.
Taking a deep breath, he starts walking again. He crosses the now familiar path, and his heartbeat fastens after the noises coming from afar. He knows Jeongguk is there. Even from a distance and a lot of different alpha scents, Jimin can always distinguish his scent.
He wonders if he’s doing something wrong by bothering the alpha while he is busy with work…
Then he spots him among the crowd. He has a frown on his face, that glare ever so present. It is an unfamiliar sight now, because the alpha is always so different at home. So much so that for a while, it made Jimin forget how strong and authoritative he actually is.
Jeongguk is scolding a younger alpha. He is a good teacher, Jimin not only knows it because he knows the alpha, but also because everyone talks so highly of him. They say he is strict but never without a reason. Just like how he is with Mina.
The moment he nears them, the alpha whips his head towards his direction so quickly that it startles Jimin for a second. Their eyes meet, and the alpha’s frown disappears, glare softening immediately. He crosses their distance quickly, not caring about the other alphas watching the scene unfold.
“What a good surprise,” he says with his low tone, hands cupping Jimin’s flushed face. He leans in and gives him a soft peck on the forehead.
“Sorry for bothering you at work, Alpha,” says Jimin, a little short of breath out of excitement. Everyone is watching them, it is nerve wracking. “Just wanted to give you lunch—“
His eyes grow in terror when he notices the alpha’s arm bleeding, droplets of blood dripping down onto grass. There is a wound on his upper arm which looks a little deep, similar to a scratch. Might not be the worst wound Jimin has ever seen, but it is still enough to send him spiraling in panic.
“You’re hurt,” he says, grabbing the alpha’s arm and pulling it towards his face to examine the wound better. “You’re bleeding!”
“It’s nothing,” Jeongguk says carelessly with a shrug. “Doesn’t even hurt.”
“We need to go to the healer,” he says, the panic makes his words slur together.
“Jimin, I mean it,” he tries again, head tilted to the side. “It’s nothing. I have it worse than this all the time.”
“All the time?!”
“This alpha is so stubborn,” a stranger's voice says with a grin, coming up from behind Jeongguk. It’s none other than Taehyung, who enjoys watching these two. “I tried but he didn't listen to me.”
“Shut up Kim,” Jeongguk says with a grunt, looking annoyed.
Jimin greets the alpha, but when they stand too close, Jeongguk lets out a small growl directed towards the other alpha. “Hands off.”
It makes Taehyung laugh out loud. “Calm down, jeez. I was just saying hi.”
“You said hi. Now leave.”
“Rude,” Taehyung huffs, but doesn’t look bothered at all. In fact he is enjoying annoying Jeongguk a little too much.
Although the banter distracts Jimin from the wound for a while, his focus is back on it immediately, whimpering with worry. “Alpha, I know you’re busy, but please… Let’s go to the infirmary.”
The alpha sighs, looking done with this conversation already. “I mean it, baby. It doesn’t hurt.”
“But I also needed to visit to see how the pup is doing,” Jimin says then, thinking on his feet quickly. When curiosity flashes through the alpha’s eyes, he knows he won. “We can get your wound treated in the meantime…”
Jeongguk takes a deep breath in and sighs, nodding, not wanting to worry Jimin further. “Fine then. A little quick visit so you can stop being so worried.”
Jimin’s mood lightens up immediately. As they turn to leave, Taehyung speaks up again, looking impressed. “You must be a dark magician, Omega. Because the way you change this man should be studied... Or you can do it simply because you’re pretty.”
“Don’t call him pretty,” Jeongguk warns with a growl.
Jimin can only giggle at it, and has to move on when an annoyed alpha throws his arm around his shoulders and gets them both moving.
::
The healer looks way too surprised to see Jeongguk there, and for a small wound that is. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you here, Alpha Jeon,” she says, unable to keep it down anymore. “Considering I’ve known you since you were a kid tells a lot.”
He says nothing, looking bored. “Well, this little omega couldn’t stop worrying about it, so…”
“I see,” the healer hums. The more Jimin is around her, the more she reminds him of his late mother. Something about her affection is always appreciated.
Jeongguk turns to Jimin and reaches out with his healthy arm then. “Will you hold my hand through it?”
“Does it hurt?” Jimin doesn’t make him ask twice, linking his fingers with the alpha’s. He even releases calming pheromones.
The alpha doesn’t even flinch when the healer works on his wound, and Jimin can actually smell how clear his scent is. It doesn’t hurt. “Mhm. Very much.”
He can never get used to the public show of affection from the alpha, although he keeps it to a minimum when they are actually out. It makes him feel both wanted and cared for. Still, it doesn’t take away his shyness about it.
“Are you happy now?” asks the alpha, when his arm is cleaned and bandaged.
Jimin nods immediately. “If you eat lunch too, I will be,” he says, looking up at the alpha with big eyes as he gets closer.
“Maybe after we are done here. My wound was not the actual reason I followed you here,” he says to him, and then turns his attention to the healer. “I noticed Jimin hasn’t visited here about the pup lately, am I wrong?”
Completely taken aback, Jimin blinks at the alpha. The healer nods, putting on new gloves. “I was waiting for him nowadays. The birth of the pup is not that far, after all.”
“I was going to visit here,” he mumbles quietly, eyes finding his feet.
Since the alpha agreed to get his wound treated just for Jimin’s sake, he figures it is okay to let the alpha do whatever in regards to his pup too. So when the healer examines the baby, and tells them that everything seems well, it is the alpha who asks the healer a million questions.
He asks things Jimin didn’t even think about before. The crampings, the date of the birth, the possibility of an early birth, how they should handle the baby once he is born and a million more questions. All in the meanwhile, he keeps his hand sprawled out on the omega’s belly possessively.
He feels warmer than ever, feeling his whole body shiver with happiness. It makes him giddy, his scent sweetening immediately. The alpha cares about him and his pup–their pup–so much. More than Jimin could ask for.
::
It’s been a week since the alpha almost made love to him, and ever since that day, they barely touch again. It is unbearable.
Before meeting Jeongguk, sex was always a scary subject to think about. Of course his omega needed an alpha co*ck and a knot, but it was a need Jimin could manage. It wasn’t life altering important. And it wasn’t on his mind constantly.
But now it is. Everything makes him think about having sex with the alpha, and he can no longer control his mind.
When the alpha scents him, he thinks how good it would be to be scented right on his thighs, owned and marked with the alpha’s cum. When the alpha kisses him and takes him on clouds with his tongue, Jimin dares to imagine that same tongue inside him.
He is embarrassed thinking about the alpha’s beautiful hands all the time. Inside him, touching and squeezing.
And the thought of his big co*ck inside… his scent spikes with need immediately, feeling himself leaking slick just by thinking of the alpha’s co*ck and knot.
Worst part is, the alpha seems to catch onto it too.
How can he not, when Jimin’s scent thickens so beautifully every time he stares at the alpha? When he does physical things at home such as chopping firewood for them, fixing a place in their house, or simply being a dad to Mina, Jimin watches without a blink, his stomach fluttering and tensing.
When they sleep, and Jimin’s nightgown rolls up a little too much, exposing his smooth legs or belly, his eyes fly to that part immediately. If it wasn’t for the glances he steals which Jimin can catch, he would’ve thought the alpha is completely unaffected. Because his expression never changes, despite his darkening gaze. His scent gives nothing away either.
Jimin thinks something is wrong with him. He thinks about the alpha all the time.
All the time.
And does a sh*tty job at hiding it. That’s what gets him caught at work, too.
“I may be a beta, but you smell so intensely aroused, it makes me gag,” says Hoseok with his nose scrunched. “If you’re so damn horny, go find your alpha.”
“Sorry, hyung,” he says with his flushed red cheeks, looking caught. Now he smells guilty instead. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Oh so you admit you were horny,” Hoseok scoffs, scolding him already but there is almost no bite to his tone. Instead, he enjoys it way too much. “Is it the pregnancy hormones, or is it the fact that you got addicted to it, hm?”
Jimin’s face lights on fire with the question. “Hyung!”
Hoseok immediately laughs, and can't keep the scolding act going any longer. “Relax, just messing with you. There is nothing wrong with wanting sex, you know.”
“I know,” he says quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, which gets him caught.
“Do you, really?”
“I’m…” He fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt, eyes finding elsewhere as he thinks. Can there be a better person than Hoseok to ask this? It is clear that he can’t deal with everything all by himself, so why not ask for an opinion? “Can I tell you something?”
Maybe because he notices how serious Jimin is about this, Hoseok straightens up and nods with a somewhat more serious expression. “Always, little bird. Let hyung give you advice.”
“You’re awful,” says Jimin with an eye roll and a fond smile. “So… Um. I think there’s something wrong with me.”
“Like what?”
“I…” Jimin hides his face in his palms, not meeting Hoseok’s gaze at all. “I keep thinking about sex all the time, hyung. I am going insane.”
Hoseok gives him a confused look. “And how does that mean that you have a problem?”
“No hyung you don’t get it,” he holds Hoseok’s arms and shakes him a little. “All the time. All. The. Time.”
The beta laughs at that so loudly that people walking past their store outside halt for a second and look at the source of the sound.
“Then go and do it with your alpha. You’re not single anymore.”
“Easy for you to say,” he replies, frustrated. No one understands how his shyness can get a hold on him.
“What? I am the single one here! Which is unbelievable, I know, but my point is you can ask your alpha—”
“We haven’t been that intimate,” he cuts in.
“Oh.”
And that makes Hoseok open his mouth just to close it. “Well then, your solution is even simpler. Be intimate with him.”
Jimin rolls his eyes at that, scoffing. “Thank you, I didn’t think of it.” With a soft hmpf, he turns his head away for a bit to clear his head. “We almost got intimate once, but I got a little scared. I have little to no experience, hyung.”
Hoseok stops mocking him for it, noticing how much Jimin actually needs good advice. He reaches out to push the omega’s hair away from his face, and looks him in the eye when he continues. “Baby. Even if you don’t know anything, he will do most of the work. And your instincts will lead you.”
“But omegas aren’t supposed to give in to their lustful needs.”
Immediately, the smile from Hoseok’s face is wiped away and is replaced with a deep frown, brows knitting together. “Excuse me?! Who said that?”
Jimin shrugs. “That’s how I was raised. In my head, he should be the one to instigate it, since he is the alpha. And knowing he already did once and doesn’t anymore, I don’t know what will make him try again.”
“Okay, first of all, that is stupid, no offense. You have sexual needs and wants just as much as an alpha has it. And you two are together now, and will be mates soon. Not to mention how you’re pregnant and your hormones make you extra needy.”
He knows Hoseok is right, deep down he does. It is so hard to think otherwise, though, when his brain was conditioned in this very old fashioned way. He was taught to be meek and pliant rather than assertive.
“He might not try again, Jimin. I will be honest with you.”
“I know… He probably won’t. He is so respectful, hyung. It’s impossible not to love him. Even when we make out, he never lets his scent out, never tries to touch me further. It only makes everything worse,” he complains, even remembering those moments brings a fire to his stomach. “Maybe he doesn’t want this as much as I do.”
“Don’t be silly,” Hoseok is quick to dismiss his worries with a wave of his hand. “Everytime he comes here to pick you up, he eyes you from head to toe like a piece of desert. I’m pretty sure if you asked, or even implied, your alpha would eat you up in one go. He wouldn’t even care where you two were.”
“You think so?” He bites the insides of his cheeks. “What if he gets disappointed though? I’m not exactly in my prime look.” Turning to his belly, he quickly adds. “No offense, pup. I love you.”
Apart from the pup still inside his body, his body has changed so much. His thighs are thicker now, chest sore and grown full. Every part of his body that used to be fit and tight are now soft and a little wider.
“Sometimes I want to crack open your head, take out your brain and replace it with a healthier one, Jimin,” Hoseok deadpans.
“Thank you for the image,” Jimin replies with a sour scent and a tight smile.
“You can’t possibly be this dense. Please get out of your head and turn back to reality. He loves you. He wants to eat you up. You’re literally every alpha’s wet dream. And even if that was not the case, you’re so pretty. And stop assuming his feelings. He has eyes—he knew what he was getting into.”
The way Hoseok says it sounds like an insult, the beta still scolding him. But the words are all genuine, and Jimin wants nothing else but to believe in them.
“Either way, I can never ask for it. I simply can’t. I would faint out of embarrassment.”
“You don’t have to explicitly ask for it, you know.”
Jimin looks up at him and blinks, impatiently waiting for him to continue.
“You can just create the place and time, and ask him to join you in on the bed or something. It’s simple actually.”
It is more possible than talking to the alpha about it. “That doesn’t sound as scary…”
“I know,” Hoseok says with an attitude. “I know what I’m talking about, babe. I may be single but that doesn’t mean your hyung is not having any fun.”
“Hyung!” He gasps, giving Hoseok a scandalized look.
“I’m just saying,” the beta continues, chuckling. “Anyways. You have to go for it. Stop thinking with your head. Start thinking with your co*ck. It will lead you the way.”
“Stop making everything sound so…”
“So, what?” The beta asks, raising his eyebrows up and down.
“Just… So… Dirty. Oh my god.”
He feels lucky when the bell on the door rings and Mina walks inside with a big grin. “Lunch time!” she exclaims, runs towards Jimin and wraps her arms around his neck, but stopping then. “Mom, why are you so red?”
Jimin gives Hoseok an accusatory look, who in turn only snorts and pretends to mind his own business.
“Just the weather,” he tries to excuse, doing his best to neutralize his scent as he hugs Mina back. “Don’t worry about it.”
::
He goes back to the healer. This time he is all alone.
Maybe it’s due to how experienced the healer is, or maybe Jimin is simply an open book. Because when she sees him there, stalling with an embarrassed face, she immediately welcomes him in and brings up the conversation herself.
“Come here, little one. I was expecting you to visit again.”
“You were?”
“Yeah. Last time you were so flustered around your alpha that you didn’t get to ask anything. But I could tell that you had a lot on your mind.”
He nods with understanding. “Well, you’re correct,” he licks his dry lips, swallowing once. The chair suddenly seems way too uncomfortable to sit in. “I was wondering if… Um… If it is okay for me to—”
She gives him an encouraging smile, patiently waiting for him to continue. He can’t, even after a minute passes, he simply can’t voice it out loud.
“You can get intimate with your alpha,” she says after a while, understanding what Jimin is trying to ask. “It won’t cause harm to the baby. In fact, it is encouraged. It helps with your hormones and calms the baby down, by calming you down. Just be careful and you’ll be fine.”
“I-I see.” He struggles to meet her eyes, but there is nothing about her that is not calming. “Thank you. Really.”
“Of course, sweetheart.” Before he turns to leave, though, she stops him with a question. “Don’t you have any other questions? For example, in regards to mating.”
He didn’t think about it. He didn’t even assume it would be possible to mate when he is pregnant. He simply assumed the baby would be born, and they would talk about a possible time to mate each other.
“Is it not dangerous to mate during pregnancy?”
“Unless the dad plans to leave the pup, it is not. Because once you mate during pregnancy, it is certain that the pup will seek out your partner as soon as he is born. True, it hurts less to do it during heat or rut, and the bonding can heal faster. But I see no reason why you should wait, if you want to mate early, that is.”
He blinks, chest rising slowly.
Honestly, he doesn’t mind a little physical pain, and if it meant that he would be connected to the alpha sooner, he would gladly take it. He gets way too excited about that possibility, but knowing it is better to wait, he would never bring it up to the alpha.
“Thank you, really. You’re always so helpful,” he gives her a warm smile.
“Of course. If there is anything else I can help with, let me know. And oh, last time I forgot to give you this herbal tea to help with the aches in your chest. I assume you’re constantly in pain because of it.”
She disappears into the other room, coming out with her hands full. “I suggest you rub them with this lotion if it hurts way too much. You might lactate soon… You can also visit the hot springs, it can help. It’s not harmful for the pup, wolf pups are immune to such heat and cold even when they are inside the belly.”
Going to the hot springs indeed sounds good. Jimin has been wanting to go there for a while.
He thanks the woman and leaves, face so red that when Seokjin runs into him at the town center and asks about that, he has to lie and say he is running on a fever. Which might not necessarily be the smartest choice, as Seokjin worries too much. Still, it is better to say that than confessing how he got red like a tomato when he imagined mating with his alpha and sitting on his knot for hours.
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The frown on Jeongguk’s face deepens. Jimin has been aching all over, and he no longer can hide it. Especially his chests… They keep him up at night, and adding how much he tosses and turns and still can’t get comfortable, he no longer can sleep.
“Alright, I will take you to the hot springs tomorrow,” says the alpha when they cuddle in the bed at night. “I can’t have you hurt all over. Just go there and relax a bit, and then we will go to the healer.”
“She gave me tea to help,” Jimin tries. He has to admit, a night at hot springs sounds more than amazing, but he doesn’t want to be a burden.
“Wolf pups don’t get affected by heat or cold like that. Just saying this if you’re worried about that” he assures, the same as the healer. “I will take you there at night, so you can relax a little there.”
It is harder to ignore how big and broad the alpha is, when they touch. Impossible to be distracted about how he feels hot all over, and it has nothing to do with the scorching fire inside.
Jimin wishes the alpha also didn’t lean in to scent the back of his nape. Or grabbed his belly from behind, caressing it gently, contradicting the way Jimin wants him to touch.
They walk towards the hot springs hand in hand, slowly. It is late at night, no one is around now. The only sounds are from the animals coming from the depths of the forest. Despite the road being somewhat long and the alpha insisting for half an hour to carry Jimin on his back there, he feels glad to have rejected the offer. He feels a level of serenity he doesn’t always get. No one but them is there when it’s pitch black out there, the road only illuminated with the moonlight peeking through the vast tree branches—and yet he feels more than safe.
He asks the alpha all random questions, about how he spends his days out there, which animals to hunt, and which to avoid. Even if he knows the answer, he still asks, the alpha’s low voice rings in his ear like a melody.
With Mina, other pack members and their busy schedules, they barely get such long uninterrupted time together. Now the pup is staying over at her aunt's house, and they are all by themselves.
Jimin’s a little nervous, but all for different reasons. When they were at home earlier, with the alpha cooking the meat he freshly hunted, he really thought they were going to stay inside and maybe explore things together. The tension was so thick in the air, and Jimin was way too conscious about everything. About the alpha’s presence, and the alone time of them.
“There we are,” the alpha hums.
They stand by the entrance and it makes Jimin laugh for a second. The alpha raises one brow in question.
“Just remembered how we ran into each other here, many moons ago.”
One side of Jeongguk’s lips quirk up, also recalling that day. “There was a bratty little omega here who was determined not to obey the rules.”
“I obeyed them just fine when they made sense,” Jimin replies quickly with a small pout, the same answer as the past. And it makes Jeongguk chuckle, just like that day before.
“What am I supposed to do with you, hm?” He cups Jimin’s face, thumb racing Jimin’s cheekbone. “Should I punish you as the second alpha in command?”
“If you think I deserve it,” he replies, looking at the alpha through his eyelashes.
Although the alpha stares at his lips hungrily for a second, he doesn’t lean in. Instead he pulls back, and grabs his hand once again. “Let’s go inside, don’t want you out in the cold.”
They walk past the entrance which exudes a rustic charm, built entirely from polished dark wood with an intricately carved overhanging roof. There are sliding wooden doors leading inside, dim warm light filtering through the paper panels. The scent of cedar and fresh air blends harmoniously, and it is so thick in the air that Jimin can’t differentiate the alpha’s scent.
Which makes him hesitate for a second, not knowing if there is anyone inside makes him panic just a little. He turns to the alpha to ask the alpha about it, and the alpha replies immediately. “There is no one there,” he replies, a small smile tugs on his lips. “I wouldn’t allow anyone to see you like that.”
He wonders if he is made of glass, a see through object for the alpha to read. Is he saying his thoughts out loud without noticing? Or has the alpha grown so accustomed to him that he can tell when and where Jimin needs assurance?
With a nod, he slides the door open and steps inside. The foggy steam welcomes them both and as if on cue, Jimin feels his muscles relax immediately. The place always has a peaceful interior which awakens a sense of tranquility in him—just beyond the entrance, there’s a seating area with low wooden benches and cushions arranged neatly on mats. Small lanterns flicker softly above, casting a gentle glow over the space. Further ahead, the pool area opens up, inviting them further inside. He just wants to walk towards the smooth, weathered rocks encircling the springs and dip his toes inside.
“Come on, get inside,” Jeongguk says slowly, awakening Jimin from his zoning out.
“Right,” he mumbles under his breath.
His fingers get rid of his coat first, it is easy as there are so many other layers to rid himself of. He peels off his outer garments slowly, piece by piece, never turning towards the alpha to meet his gaze. The springs that can host a lot of pack members suddenly seem too small now, the alpha standing behind him, not even making a sound. It is the trickle of the water that echoes inside the room and Jimin is glad. That can at least do a decent job to cover his quickly beating heart.
He can’t bring himself to turn around. He knows he is being watched. Every fiber of his body is well aware. It’s almost like he was born to be aware of Jeongguk’s presence, no matter where they might be. He stops when his trembling fingers find the hem of his very loose pants. Swallowing loudly, he looks over his shoulder to see the alpha, just briefly. And yet it is enough to fasten his little heart, the pit of his stomach fluttering with nervous anticipation.
With a sharp inhale in order to ground himself, he gets rid of it, still covered in his very long blouse that should be called a tunic at this rate. One by one, he unbuttons, reminding himself that it is his alpha there, and what he saw in his eyes was pure want, if his scent that has spiked now doesn’t make it clear.
So with a small shrug, he rids himself of his blouse as well, standing there completely naked.
He shivers for a second, it is hot inside, and yet he feels cold under the alpha’s darkened gaze. He can almost feel it although his back is still turned against him—the alpha is barely blinking, and it prickles his skin. The tension hangs so thick in the air, charged with silent anticipation, and yet his nervousness leaves him frozen.
Letting out a shaking breath, he steps towards the hot springs then. He is watched every step of the way as he goes down the short set of stone steps leading into the water.
“Be careful, Omega.”
The low raspy command startles him, as if he is not already trembling. He nods clumsily, finally entering the pool. Like this, the steam and the water does a good job hiding his body up to his chest. Slowly, and finally, he turns around, facing the alpha that still stands there, his chest heaving calmly and yet eyes darker than the sky.
It is hard to tell who breaks eye contact first, both under a spell, and yet it happens. Jeongguk lets out a long breath through his nose, the arousal in his scent still evident, but not as intense as before.
“Well then. I will wait for you outside.”
Jimin swallows, mouth feeling dry as fear slowly sweeps his body, his omega feeling angry at him for the possibility of their alpha leaving. He opens his mouth, just to close it. And then—
“Won’t you j-join me, alpha?”
Jeongguk stops. His midnight locks fly around his face, his jawline that was tight with self control loosens, and furrowed brows relax. With a small tilt of his head to the side, he asks. “You want me to?”
His chest aches given how much his heart beats inside, body still trembling with anticipation. Slowly, he nods.
One side of Jeongguk’s lip tugs upwards. The alpha takes his time getting rid of all the pieces of clothes, and all Jimin can do is lean against the wall of the pool and watch. He doesn’t try to hide how he openly stares at the alpha’s body up and down, feeling a little short of breath. Warmth and something he can’t name flickers and turns his body as he takes in the naked body in front of him, both hands holding onto his belly for leverage.
He looks taller than he is, from where Jimin stands. His body glistens with a faint layer of sweat caused by the warmth inside. His tall, broad stature looks even bigger from where Jimin watches. Jimin knows how solid and sturdy his body is from leaning against his chest night by night, and yet to see it in front of him is completely breathtaking. It is obvious how each sturdy muscle in his body has been earned through physical work lasting for years. And the tattooed arm of his doesn’t help the intimidating aura, adding to his tough, weathered appearance.
Then his eyes find what hangs between the alpha’s legs as he walks, his thick thighs putting on a show.
He is only semi-hard, and yet he is huge, making Jimin draw a sharp breath through his nose as he pulls his lower lips between his teeth. He is huge and Jimin doesn’t know how he will deal with it.
Jimin wonders if the sweetness in the air caused by his almost leaking slick is obvious, because no matter how he tries to pry his eyes away from the alpha’s co*ck, he fails, stealing glances at the alpha’s crotch. At best, he focuses on the trail of hair leading to his bush below.
Unlike Jimin who was shaking like a leaf earlier, Jeongguk looks without a care, seeming to enjoy the attention. His eyes never leave Jimin’s face, as if he wants to memorize the rose colored cheeks and the bitten lower lip of his. His chest rises stronger when he takes a whiff of the scent of slick there, making him chuckle softly under his breath.
Jimin expects the alpha to pounce on him the moment he gets into the water. And yet the alpha goes to the furthest part of the water, also leaning against the wall.
He feels disappointed, shoulders sagging a little. There is still a beautiful burn in his belly, the alpha never stops watching him, his eyelids dropped in half as he throws his head a little back to rest against the edge.
There is anticipation that still makes hope blossom in his mind, that the alpha will actually give in, and take what Jimin is ready to offer. But then there is nervousness, and timidness of having to ask for it himself.
He reminds himself of Hoseok’s words of encouragement, and the lust running through his veins makes the decision on his behalf. “Y-You don’t have to stand so far,” he says with a voice that gets smaller by the end.
Jeongguk looks at the ceiling for a bit before answering, it takes him a while to open his mouth to speak. “Jimin,” he says through gritted teeth. “I won’t be able to control myself if I come any closer.”
Jimin’s breathing fastens. “You don’t have to control yourself,” he says, stopping before adding, looking down at the water with his red cheeks. “...hyung.”
There is a soft growl ripped out of Jeongguk’s chest then, his eyes darkening slightly. “You’re making it hard to control myself, omega.”
Despite his words, he pushes himself away from the wall, walking a step or two towards Jimin. Still, he stops, Jimin can see how much it takes for him to convince himself of that.
“Don’t want to hurt you or the pup,” he says with a strained voice. As if it is physically paining him to actually stop.
“I talked with the healer,” he stutters, gulping when Jeongguk gives him a surprised look. “She said it’s o-okay to… um…”
He takes his lower lip back into his teeth, nibbling on it, embarrassed from head to toe. Jeongguk walks towards him, finally, albeit painfully slow. Too slow for Jimin’s liking.
“You talked with the healer,” he repeats, tone amused. “I see.”
Stepping closer, he asks. “It’s okay to what, exactly? What do you want so much that you went over to the healer and asked about it, omega?”
The alpha clearly enjoys tormenting Jimin until he sees how redder his face possibly can get. How he stutters and tries to look elsewhere but he can’t.
The whole way they maintain eye contact, and Jimin has an instinctual need to flee just for a brief second, feeling caught in a predator’s trap with how Jeongguk looks at him.
“I-It’s okay to be… to be intimate…”
“Is that so?” mutters Jeongguk with a low tone, finally standing right in front of Jimin, who struggles to meet his eyes, instead keeping them at the alpha’s naked chest.
Jeongguk slowly grabs his face and raises it, a smug smile on his face that makes Jimin a little weak in the knees. He smells intoxicatingly rich.
“Tell me, little omega,” he says with a gentle sweep of his thumb on Jimin’s tortured lower lip, freeing it. “How are you going to handle me when you can’t even say the word ‘intimate’?”
Although it is said with amusem*nt, Jimin can sense that there is a serious undertone to it, genuinely asking. If he wants to stop it, this is his cue.
Instead, with a fluttering heart and trembling feet, he takes a small step towards the alpha, crossing any distance they have left until his pup is yet again trapped securely between them, and he can finally feel the alpha’s skin on his.
“N-Need you,” he says like a whisper, closing his eyelids for a second when the alpha leans in to peck on top of them.
“Whatever my baby wants,” is the last thing he says before finally capturing Jimin’s lips.
It is different than before. Jimin swears his whole body is on fire, and yet they haven’t done a thing yet. One hand of Jeongguk cups the back of his head to pull him even closer, sucking and biting, the other is placed on Jimin’s hip, squeezing. His chest rumbles with a possessive growl, all Jimin can do is remain put and let the alpha take and take.
He whimpers when they pull away, his head raising slightly to chase after it, thighs rubbing together and his co*ck already hard, aching. It makes the alpha chuckle, quick to kiss Jimin again.
Jimin’s hands are balled into two fists placed on the alpha’s sturdy chest, he slowly unclenches them and touches right on the beating heart. Desire flooding through his veins is so impossible to ignore, he whimpers into the kiss again, already feeling needy for more. He aches for more.
“What a needy omega you are,” the alpha says in between his kisses, despite the red orbs indicating that his alpha is at the front, he is calm, not in a rush. Which only frustrates Jimin further.
“Alpha…” he manages to make out, not knowing what he should ask or what he should do with his body. All he knows is that he needs the alpha to take him and own him.
“You smell so f*cking sweet,” Jeongguk rasps, mouth latched onto Jimin’s scent gland as he sucks a hickey there which will be impossible to hide tomorrow. His big hands slowly drag up and down the omega’s sides, making him arch into the touch more. “Always do. Makes me want to eat you up.”
“Yes,” he says, eyes closed shut, letting the alpha pepper hickeys all over his neck and collarbones. He leaks more and more slick, and if they were not in water, he would make a pool of slick by his feet.
“Yes?” Another chuckle. “Yes to what, baby? Do you even know what you’re saying yes to?”
He shakes his head. Still, he can’t find it in himself to care when the alpha makes his way to his swollen, aching chests, and cups them. They fit so well into the alpha’s big palms, making him whimper.
“What a f*cking treat,” Jeongguk grunts into Jimin’s lips, back to kissing him now, moulding the full chests, giving Jimin the sweetest torture.
He knows where to put pressure on, and where not to. In Jimin’s eyes, he knows everything. Although for a second, he feels bad about his lack of experience, he wouldn’t want to share it with anyone else either.
When the alpha presses himself closer, as far as Jimin’s belly allows, the omega feels his co*ck against his thigh, choking out a gasp. He can’t see it, and doesn’t feel it under his palm either, but he knows the alpha is even bigger than he thought, now that he is fully hard.
His awaiting hole clenches with need, more slick dripping down his legs.
Jeongguk’s hands slide down his body, touching every part as they go down, down on Jimin’s thighs, almost there but not quite. It makes his whole body shiver with more want, co*ck twitching.
The alpha never stops kissing Jimin, if not his lips then his neck, his collarbones, jawline, then back on his lips and some more. When Jimin whimpers again, not having any patience left for being teased, the alpha shushes him, hands moving to cup his full ass this time. Not enough to hurt—the alpha never hurts him. Despite the urgency they both feel, the alpha touches him as if he is made of glass. A glass which he wants to break and put back together.
Upon feeling how full Jimin’s ass is against his palms, the alpha growls again, it goes straight to Jimin’s co*ck, making it twitch yet again.
“So f*cking beautiful,” he whispers in Jimin’s ear, also sounding a little breathy and needy. “Every inch of you is beautiful.”
Jimin’s hand is fisted into the alpha’s hair, not knowing what to do except moan, pulling him closer against his chest this time. With a deep groan and a tight squeeze on his ass, the alpha latches onto his perky nipple.
A level of pleasure which is so foreign to him coursing through his body, making him arch against the alpha while pressing for his head down. The alpha switches to the other nipple then, also giving it attention. His tongue both burns and cools Jimin’s head, he is not sure how both can happen at the same time.
When one finger grazes through the crack of his ass, he gasps, stuttering. “O-oh.”
Jeongguk looks up at Jimin from where he is sucking him with his red eyes, and has the audacity to smile.
“Hyung, it hurts,” he whines, moving his hips against the alpha. He hasn’t been touched on his parts that ache the most, and yet he feels on the edge of his org*sm already.
Jeongguk once again shushes him, this time with a kiss. “Be patient, baby.”
He parts the omega’s legs further and circles his rim with one finger. He clenches, his omega is already going wild. As if on cue, more slick drips out of him, making the alpha hum in approval. Although they are in the water, the syrupy thick slick still makes itself known. That’s how the finger breaches the ring with ease, despite the tightness.
Jimin throws his head back with a moan, holding onto Jeongguk’s shoulders for leverage, knees buckling with sudden contact.
“Are you okay, baby?”
Ever so thoughtful, even when his own rock hard co*ck sits by Jimin’s thigh, waiting for attention, his own lust clouding the air, Jeongguk asks this. With his bloody eyes, he looks at Jimin with sincerity, making him sure that he would stop, if Jimin asks him to.
He wraps his hands around the alpha’s neck and pulls him closer, desperately rubbing his scent gland for comfort as he nods. “Yes, hyung.”
“How are you real?” Jeongguk kisses the sensitive spot under Jimin’s ear, the omega already feeling full with the thick finger, which the alpha now starts to move. “Made for me, aren’t you?”
He nods, a little too deliriously, co*ck already dripping with precum. “Yes, yes…”
Searching for a bundle of nerves, the alpha curls his finger, once, twice—
“Oh,” Jimin gasps, eyes widening.
Smiling, Jeongguk leans in to give him yet another wet kiss. Without stopping, another finger nudges against his entrance, and although he tenses for a second, his muscles relax on their own, following the alpha. By the time they stop kissing, the alpha is three fingers in, constantly hitting on his sensitive spot, and Jimin is nearing his org*sm, his thighs drawing closer as a reflex, toes curling under water.
“Alpha, hyung, I–I can’t–”
“That’s it baby,” he rasps. “Come for your alpha.”
His hands never stop or budge, hitting right there on and on and on–
Jimin comes with the sweetest moan, his co*ck spurting again and again. Only when he whines about oversensitivity, tears prickling in the corner of his eyes, then the alpha stops.
The alpha takes out his fingers slowly, his drag ever so slow, and then stares right into Jimin’s eyes when he sucks them clean, eyes shutting close as he hums. Jimin feels his spent co*ck twitch again at the sight, omega blooming upon seeing how much their alpha likes their slick.
He opens his still red eyes up, and suddenly Jimin is lifted by two strong hands grabbing his thighs, making him wrap his legs around the alpha’s middle. Startled, Jimin holds onto his neck with all his remaining strength, blood feeling hot at the sudden display of strength as the alpha carries them out of the water.
“W-Where are you taking us?” he asks.
“I’m not done with you. Gonna eat you out. I need to know how sweet you taste,” Jeongguk replies with a determined face.
His co*ck pulses at the promise, already half hard again.
Jeongguk is still so hard, it nudges against the underside of Jimin’s hips. He has to bite his lip to hold back a moan. He didn’t even have to touch the alpha—something he wishes to do a lot but was so timid and distracted to do—and yet Jeongguk is rock hard, still desiring him so much. He holds onto the alpha even tighter, keeping back a whimper.
He is dropped onto a cushion gently, and the small sliver of confidence is almost gone from how he is laid under a lantern and now the alpha can see everything from where he stands.
Jeongguk likes to see. He understands that immediately, because the alpha leans back and sits on his legs, taking in the scene before him—Jimin hides his face under his palms. Even his fingertips are flushed pink.
“You’re taking my breath away,” says Jeongguk, grabbing his knees to pull them apart, despite Jimin trying to close them with shyness.
But it’s Jeongguk. He knows how to push and pull, and steal the sweetest reactions out of Jimin. With a submissive whimper, he opens his legs, still has his eyes closed.
There are featherlike touches on his soft thighs at first, the alpha lowering himself on the mat with an approving hum. Jimin arches to his hand when it ghosts over his twitching co*ck, eyes finally opened wide.
His whole body trembles, and Jeongguk just watches, orbs red like blood. He looks up at Jimin when he can’t take it any more, leaking more slick onto the mat. “D-Don’t stare, alpha,” he whines, swallowing hard.
“How can I not? Every part of your body is pretty. Such fat thighs. Makes me want to mark them up.”
Jimin bites his lips, hands travel on his body slowly.
“Even your co*ck is pretty, what a cute little thing.”
Jimin turns his head away when he can’t keep eye contact any longer. Jeongguk squeezes his thighs then, and pulls his hips a little closer. Then he starts scenting Jimin there, right on his inner thighs and crotch, making the omega’s eyes glow as well.
It is possessive, the way the alpha squeezes his thighs to hold them still around his head and yet never hurts, the way he growls when he finally leans in and makes Jimin’s eyes roll at the back of his head with only a simple lick against his hole.
Jeongguk closes his eyes slowly and groans, licking his own lips. “f*ck, you taste even sweeter than you smell like.”
Instinctively, he tries to close his legs, trapping the alpha’s head there. Jeongguk lets out a breathy laugh before leaning in again, hands now holding Jimin’s hips to raise them. He is not budging as he collects slick with his tongue, eating him out like a starved animal.
It’s a miracle how Jimin can stand and not just explode right there. Jeongguk knows what he is doing, it is clear when he puts pressure on where needed, and pulls back when have to.
And still, the alpha gives Jimin no time to breathe, making him choke out a gasp when he pulls his cheeks to the side with his thumbs to push his tongue inside, making him clench on it.
He already feels like coming.
He senses that the alpha’s smiling, humming as he starts f*cking Jimin with his tongue, not letting a single drop of slick go to waste. With trembling hands, Jimin reaches down, hand finding his way into the alpha’s soft locks, not knowing what to do. He just needs something to hold onto, his co*ck already made a pool against his belly with precum.
“I-It’s weird,” he moans, chest arched so high it hurts his back, toes curled up against the alpha’s back.
Jeongguk doesn’t let him escape. Instead, he pulls away for a second and meet’s Jimin’s eyes.
His eyes are completely red, half of his face is covered in slick.
He looks starved.
With a high pitched moan, he throws his head back, letting the alpha teach him about his own body. What trips him exactly over the edge is seeing the alpha move his own hips against the futon.
Jeongguk enjoys eating him out so much that it makes him catch his own org*sm too, although still untouched.
“Alpha, it feels weird–” he tries to warn him, pulling his hair to push him away. It doesn’t work. There is a different fire in the pit of his belly this time, every inch of his body trembling, burning with the intensity. “Something’s different, a-alpha–”
Instead, it makes Jeongguk pull his hips closer, nose pressed against the omega’s perineum. Something is different, making him drool against the futon, making him both putty and squirmy. He can’t control his own body, and the tongue inside his walls feel so, so good, pressed against that sweet spot, torturing him—
He comes with the loudest moan, it echoes inside for a while. He feels the wetness then, the messiness—the alpha’s face drenched with slick as Jimin keeps squirting. Completely blacked out, he doesn’t know for how long he lies there, all the oxygen in his longues is punched out.
He is more than embarrassed, feeling apologetic for covering the alpha’s face with slick. However, when he finally cracks open his eyes, he sees the alpha has already licked his own face clean, and gathered the remaining slick, coating his own hard co*ck.
Jimin feels drool collecting under his tongue by just staring at the alpha fisting his own red co*ck, which looks completely different than Jimin’s own. It is huge, veins decorating the girth of it, and his insides clench by just imagining it inside, co*ck pulsing once again.
And yet, the alpha doesn’t make any attempt to finally give him the f*ck he deserves.
The drag of his own fist is slow, painfully and teasingly slow. Making him open his legs again to lure him between there, right inside. Jeongguk doesn’t move from where he stands, chest glistening with sweat and slick.
When Jimin whimpers again with need, hands clammy from anticipation, he tilts his head to the side. “What do you want, little omega?”
Biting his lips, Jimin opens his legs further.
“Haven’t I given you enough, hm? Is my baby still needy?”
He is mean, thinks Jimin for a second. To be packed with such co*ck and still not giving it to the very pregnant and very embarrassed little omega is mean.
“A-Aren’t you going to–” he starts, swallowing loudly. His hands are clasped together on his chest timidly, not knowing what to do with them.
“Aren’t I going to do what, baby?”
He hears the low laughter bubbling inside the alpha’s chest, he is amused. Jimin can’t look him in the eye.
“You’re still… Um... You’re still h-hard.”
“That’s my problem to think of,” he replies. Jimin wonders what type of self control one must have to stop right there when there is a willing omega laid in front of him.
“But it’s not fair,” he says with the smallest voice, it aches how much he anticipates it.
The alpha touches his knees then, but that’s all the contact he gets. “So what, you want me to f*ck you?”
The way he says it so simply and openly makes Jimin gasp. Still, he nods, chest heaving with lust yet again.
“I have to give you what you want then,” his tone is dark, reaching out a part of him inside, awakening it.
So he holds his breath, eyes closed tightly, fully expecting the alpha to have his way with him. Instead, Jeongguk pushes his legs closed, and raises his legs, sliding closer.
“What are you doing?”
“No matter how much I want to, I won’t f*ck you here on this thin futon, baby,” his eyes soften this time, when he replies with a voice to unlike to before. “It’s not good for you or the baby.”
His insides warm up with this thoughtfulness. How can he ever not fall for this guy?
Reaching down at his entrance to gather more slick, Jeongguk swiftly coats his own co*ck, wetting it before he pushes the head of it between Jimin’s soft thighs. With a soft groan, he finally pushes his co*ck between something warm and enticing, a rumble growing on his chest.
All Jimin can do is lie there, biting his lips from the sensation. If he had any energy left to get hard again, he would. The drag of the alpha’s pulsing co*ck against his own soft one feels delicious, making him see a glimpse of how the alpha will take him later on.
Jeongguk doesn’t waste time, he doesn’t stop, chasing after his own org*sm, occasionally looking down to enjoy his co*ck head peaking out, looking huge against Jimin.
His omega urges him to fully turn around and present, feeling sour about not pleasing the alpha, or letting the cum go to waste. It’s a side of him he didn’t know he had, he pants loudly watching the alpha, a hunger inside grows that is hard to contain.
It doesn’t take too long for the alpha to come, the friction of the soft thighs so delicious. Letting his legs go, he starts pumping his co*ck quickly, and he coats the omega’s belly and still soft co*ck with his come, a possessive growl ripped out of him.
It calls to Jimin’s omega immediately, eyes shining golden. He feels dizzy, he has never been drunk before but he swears he is. Feeling completely owned and almost satisfied, he closes his eyes.
He purrs all the way back to their home. He doesn’t remember exactly how the alpha cleaned and dressed them both. He already feels sleepy, but knowing they are not done yet keeps him awake.
Half an hour later, he is laid on his back, a pillow placed below his hips in order not to hurt him, he is being stretched open by four fingers. Despite his whining about it being enough, the alpha doesn’t listen to him, and stretches him until he is sure it won’t hurt.
Finally when he is nestled against the awaiting hole, he looks up at Jimin, eyes back to brown now. Jimin can almost see how much he pushes back, wanting their first time to go slow and nice for the omega, all the muscles are tense—and yet he stops, asking for approval once again.
With a timid look, and glassy eyes, Jimin nods. He fists the sheets in a nervous anticipation, his heart beating loudly.
A swift move of hips and a burn that doesn’t hurt, the alpha finally pushes inside, his own hips meeting Jimin’s.
Jimin gasps, feeling out of breath. It is huge, pulsing inside. The drag is so slow he feels each vein. “S-So full,” he cries, not knowing where he ends and where the alpha starts anymore.
“How can you still be so tight,” Jeongguk grits through his teeth, his own hands on Jimin’s thighs squeeze hard. Jimin knows there will be marks all over his body next morning. “f*ck… Omega, I don’t think I can wait.”
He doesn’t need to say anything. When the alpha starts rolling his hips in a slow rhythm, immediately finding that sweet spot, he just cries out, already feeling like he is about to come.
And maybe he does. He is not sure. The alpha fastens his pace slowly, sweat dripping down his chest from holding back, eyes never leaving Jimin’s face as he sobs.
“Taking me so well,” he praises, making him whimper for more.
Leaning down, he holds Jimin’s face with one hand, and connects their lips again. He is gentle with his kissing, despite the fastening pace. It hits so deep inside, and this level of pleasure was completely unimaginable to him.
“Yes, yes,” he keeps chanting, not even knowing what he says yes to, already delirious. “Please, alpha, please…”
Jeongguk stares right into his eyes the whole time, as if he wants Jimin to see who is taking him over the clouds.
He doesn’t know how many times he comes, tears streaming down his face as he reaches for the alpha, making grabby hands. Quickly, Jeongguk holds both his hands for support, leaning in again to give him soothing kisses all over his body. The way his chest rumbles is calming, and the way he always moves him in a more comfortable position keeps the last bit of sanity remaining.
The alpha nears his org*sm too when Jimin’s spent co*ck can shoot blanks, not even able to get hard anymore. Hands touch and squeeze each part as he shushes the sobbing omega, calming him down enough to fasten his pace yet again.
Jimin feels the base of Jeongguk’s co*ck swell with a knot ready to form, and he moans again, legs tightening around the alpha’s hips to instinctively pull him closer. “Yes, alpha, please, yes–”
Not listening to him, the alpha shushes him with yet another gentle kiss, pulling out at the last minute. He grabs his own co*ck with his fist as tight as possible, hissing at the swell as he spurts ropes of milky white cum on Jimin’s thighs, throwing his head back with a silent groan, all the muscles on his body tensing.
“Why?” Jimin starts crying, this time not out of pleasure. He doesn’t think straight, he can’t, mind completely in a swirl of emotions. “Why, why, why?”
Jeongguk turns him to the side and immediately cuddles him from back, rubbing his belly in order to calm him down, peppering kisses on his neck. “I didn’t want to hurt you,” he whispers between kisses. “You’re pregnant, baby. My knot is… big. Don’t want it to be uncomfortable for you later.”
With rationality thrown out the window, it takes a while for Jimin’s omega to calm down and not take it as rejection. The alpha’s constant attention and sucking on his scent gland, right where the mating bite will be placed, also helps.
An hour later, he is purring, feeling safe and sound against the alpha’s sturdy chest, completely satisfied.
Unlike his usual character, it is Jeongguk who breaks the silence. “I will go to work late tomorrow and take care of you.”
Jimin mumbles under his breath with a giddiness he cannot fully hide. “You don’t have to, hyung.”
A soft bite on his shoulder catches him off guard. “If you don’t want me to get hard again, you better stop calling me that.”
He giggles, turning around a little to look at him. “How can you still be turned on?”
“Have you seen yourself?” Another soft bite, this time closer to his neck. “Plus, I've been waiting for this for months.”
“Months?!”
“Mhm. Even the first time I saw you at that meeting. Half of my storming out was because I almost got hard. That’s your affect on me. You smelled so sweet then, and you smell even sweeter now.”
Turning around fully, Jimin looks up at the alpha through his lashes. From this close, he can see all the marks and scars on Jeongguk’s face. For a second, it breaks his heart knowing the alpha has lived a portion of his life not knowing him.
“Really?”
The alpha hums, closing his eyes as if recalling it. “You have no idea how much I wanted you even from the beginning, Jimin. It was like your presence demanded attention from me. I couldn’t not look at you, or look for you. The first time you let me inside your house, I thought of so many dirty things I could do to you that I was ashamed of myself for a while.”
Jimin laughs at that, eyes turning into two crescent moons. “I didn’t know that.”
“Of course you didn’t. I made sure you didn’t.” Getting closer, he flashes Jimin a mischievous, dark grin. “But I’m a hungry alpha after all, and you looked like a full course meal. Could swallow you up in one go.”
Jimin swats at his chest, too embarrassed to hear more.
They continue talking for a while, completely serene. Before too long, sleep washes over them, bringing them both to a world where they can remain like this forever, all the mundane duties be damned.
::
Just as if a dam has been broken, Jimin finds himself turning insatiable. Pushing into his eight month, the hormone craziness takes over.
The alpha works so hard. He has a spring festival to help organize, borders to be aware of and hundreds of mouths to feed. Not to mention the newly presented alphas he needs to train.
Apart from that, he works hard at home too. He is almost done with the nursery, only needs to paint it and clean it up. Everytime Jimin walks past the room, he feels like crying. The door is still closed, Jeongguk insisting that he wants to show it to Jimin only when it’s done.
So yeah. He feels more than guilty when he stares at the alpha’s bulging arms as he cuts meat, and his scent spikes with need. The cum drunkenness only worsens, and he doesn’t even know how to control it, seeking the comfort and the closeness of the alpha all the time.
And honestly, he busies himself too. He already made new curtains for the house, and new clothes for Mina. Both of them say the house looks more like a home, now that he is here. Especially Mina who is more than helpful at the house, too excited about her baby brother’s nearing birth. She visits Jimin everyday, running away from the kindergarten and they make tiny baby clothes together, one by one.
Because of how cute and cozy they always are, the alpha scolds the pup only a little, letting this slide.
So the next time he is stirred awake from his sleep, nipples puffy with milk that should soon start lactating, he feels more than guilty to nudge the alpha awake.
With tears on his cheeks and small co*ck hard against his nightgowns, he doesn’t really know what to do. Despite his inner turmoil, the exhausted alpha is always ready to help, mouth latching onto one nipple while the other hand plays with Jimin’s co*ck, torturing him until he comes with a loud moan, unable to hold back.,
More often than not, Jimin begs to sleep with the alpha still inside. Being the ever so wonderful alpha that he is, Jeongguk complies. As if he doesn’t want the same thing…
Still, he never knots Jimin. Something the omega has yet to convince him.
It stings each time he pulls out and relieves himself like that, or he fills him up but finishes without knotting. He begs and begs, needing it more than anything in this world, but still, the alpha never weavers, never changes his mind.
“I wouldn’t forgive myself if I hurt you or our pup,” he reasons, and Jimin knows he is right. It doesn’t sting less though.
Instead, he is distracted by aftercare. The alpha wipes them both clean with a wet towel each time they are done. If they go for it for more than a few rounds, he doesn’t let them sleep before washing together. Something Jimin has discovered to be his favorite.
He is still not the most comfortable person when it comes to nudity, but to lean back against the alpha’s chest while they are in the hot springs together, or at home bathing in their wide bathtub while talking about their day and the funny things Mina has done… Nothing fills him with more joy.
One night, there is a terrible storm outside and it keeps Jimin awake for a while, dragging him into thoughts. He lets the alpha sleep, he really needs it. Not only did he work hard outside, he also painted the whole nursery and left it to dry.
Still, they are awakened by a crying pup, who rushes downstairs. She cries mom and dad, Jeongguk already up and alert, catching the baby in his arms while whispering soothing things to her. He brings the still sobbing pup to their nest, and immediately she is scented by her parents. Only then she calms down and falls asleep, trapped between them.
Moments like this are what matters.
And then there are other moments. Just like the one they are in right now.
They are guests of the Kim family, Jihyo made sure to cook way too much food for them. Both Jeongguk and Namjoon look exhausted, working day and night to negotiate with other packs, they need to continue the trade flow, but just as in everything, there are multiple things to think about.
Mina is playing with her cousin on the carpet, the little baby is placed on her back, shaking her arms and legs when Mina makes funny faces, trying to make her giggle. She lets out soft, nonsensical sounds when Mina tries to talk to her, she is way too little to make a word out yet.
Watching them with nothing but fondness, letting himself relax in a now familiar bubble of scent. The room is warm, filled with the soft murmurs of conversation as they sit together as guests. Jimin rests his hand gently on his rounded belly, feeling the subtle movements within.
Then he feels it.
Suddenly, for the first time, he feels a tingling sensation and realizes with terror, looking down at his chest.
Dampness.
A little droplet of milk begins to spread slowly, first soaking into the fabric of his undershirt. A small, dark patch appears, gradually expanding as the moisture seeps outward. It’s subtle at first, but soon the wetness pushes through, staining the outer layer of his clothing.
His eyes widen slightly in surprise, he glances at the alpha—he is already staring at him with furrowed brows and a dark gaze, red seeping into his black orbs. He must have smelled it the moment it happened.
His dark gaze lingers, too bewildered, as they both silently acknowledge the subtle, yet profound change. Suddenly, he gets up, aware that everyone in the room can smell it.
“Jimin. We’re going home.”
Feeling embarrassed, he nods, avoiding everyone’s eyes.
“Mina, you stay over here,” he says, and maybe he is too bewildered to actually acknowledge her completely unaware joy. “And help your auntie Jihyo.”
She doesn’t look bothered by this, only a little confused. Normally it takes her a while to convince her dad if she wants to stay over anywhere.
“I’ll see you both tomorrow,” he then turns to the Kim couple, who looks a little surprised and flustered. Quietly, they nod.
Jeongguk doesn’t wait for Jimin to get up. Instead, he gathers him in his arms and rushes back to their house, gaze darker than the sky.
“Alpha,” Jimin tries, as more and more milk comes out. It hurts to touch them, a painful whimper leaving his mouth when he does, which makes the alpha growl.
“Don’t touch your chest until we are alone inside, Jimin.”
With the look he gets from him, Jimin immediately stops, nodding quickly. He doesn’t know whether he should be intimidated or turned on—maybe a little bit of both.
The front of his chest is wet by that point, and the dampness feels uncomfortable against his skin. First thing he does when he’s finally in his bedroom and dropped onto the bed is to get rid of his clothes.
“Hurts,” he says with tears in his eyes, a strange pressure in his chest. His eyes flare with panic when he looks down at his nipple, a droplet of white decorating there.
“f*ck, stop playing with your own chest before I actually lose my mind,” Jeongguk almost growls, also climbing on the bed.
Jimin hasn’t seen Jeongguk so out of control before, so while it is a surprise to him, he welcomes it gladly. Swallowing hard, his attention goes back to his chests that sting with pain, a tightness catches him off guard. He winces when he cups them, trying to steady himself.
His heart beats faster, torn between curiosity and the need to ease the strange ache spreading across his chest.
“Alpha, help me,” he pleads.
Mesmerized, Jeongguk also cups his chests, gentle like a feather, and yet his dark gaze never softens. He massages the area softly, watching more and more milk drop out. His touch is careful yet firm, applying pressure in small, circular motions as he massages the tender spots.
Jimin exhales shakily, feeling a mix of relief and pain as the tension slowly starts to ease. The milk begins to flow, but the sensation is overwhelming—both physically and emotionally. Jeongguk’s focus is unwavering, his hands steady as he provides comfort in this vulnerable moment.
Jeongguk’s arousal is so thick in the air that Jimin can almost taste it. It has been this way since they left the Head Alpha’s house. It makes his thighs slot closer together, making his own scent sweeten as a reply.
When their gazes meet, the alpha moves closer, magnetically drawn to each other, the air between them charged with anticipation. He captures Jimin’s lips in one swift motion, it's electric, and sends sparks through them both.
It’s an urgent and rushed kiss, their breaths come quicker, mingling with the soft sounds of lips parting and reconnecting, of deepening hunger. Hands grip tightly—fingers tangled in hair, gripping clothing, pulling each other closer until there’s no space left between them.
Jeongguk’s hands never stop moving. He massages the chests, rolls the already swollen nipples between his fingers, making more and more milk to ooze out.
“God, you smell so f*cking good. I need to taste you or I will lose my mind.”
Jimin’s not sure if the alpha is only referring to the milk running down his naked body, or the slick that’s already pooling between his legs, making his pants damp uncomfortably.
Either way he nods, frantic and needy.
“Please, yes, yes…”
Jeongguk leans lower, peppering kisses all the way down. He leaves hickey all over, tugging the fat between his teeth, sucking and biting. Finally he reaches to where he wants the most, and without losing any time further, with a low curse breathed out, he takes the leaking nipple in his mouth.
The relief is immediate. He arches his back with a moan, head thrown back with his mouth dropped open. All he can do is let the alpha suck the milk out of him as he squirms, rubbing his thighs together.
He looks up at Jimin then, eyes glowing red, tongue laves over the nipple. It makes fire crawl on his skin, not knowing what to do with his body.
The alpha looks like a wild animal when he keeps swallowing greedily, like he has been thirsty all his life. His hand doesn’t stop massaging the other breast, and when Jimin starts whimpering in discomfort about his abused nipple, he switches to the other.
“A-Alpha,” he whimpers, so overwhelmed that he sounds not like himself. “T-There won’t be any left for the pup…”
“Mm,” he squeezes the fatness between his palm, and looks up at Jimin again, pulling away for a second. “Doubt that. There’s plenty of more here.”
His lips are also swollen, eyes still so red. Slowly, he turns his attention back on the chests awaiting him, and enjoys his own work. “Such pretty tit*. Full of milk for our pup. Aren’t you the best omega?”
The praise goes straight to Jimin’s groin, making his co*ck twitch in his now tenting pants. He can actually see that the alpha is in a similar condition, if not worse.
The alpha starts stroking his belly when he latches onto the nipple yet again.
He can’t stop staring at the alpha’s bulge, feeling the weight of it against his thigh. Tentatively and with a shaking hand, he reaches out, taking it into his hands.
With a groan, the alpha moves his hips towards the open palm, rubbing against it. Jimin’s inexperienced hands wrap around the outline, tugging on it.
“You’re making me lose my mind,” he curses under his breath, pushing his own pants down to free his co*ck. It feels heavy on Jimin’s tiny hand.
It is enough for a while, the way Jeongguk plays with his chests and the way he makes up for it by stroking the alpha as best as he can. But the fire in their pits grows more, and before long the alpha gets rid of all the clothes they have on, leaving them bare.
Jeongguk moves him on the bed as if it is the easiest thing in the world, as if he is weightless. A soft pillow put under his belly, he presents, his cheek pressed on the bed and his knees keep his hips up.
The alpha dances on the edge of his sanity, Jimin’s well aware. Because unlike any other time before, he doesn’t waste time prepping Jimin, trusting that the omega is still loose from their activities earlier this morning.
Guiding his co*ck between his cheeks, he slides it against his rim a few times, making him whimper and shake his hips. His alpha is mean sometimes, never stops teasing him and playing with him.
“Please,” he whines, one hand reaching back to hold his cheek to the side. Normally, he would be more than embarrassed to ever do that—that normal condition doesn’t involve now. Now he is desperate to be filled to the brim.
Letting out a low chuckle, the alpha pushes the head of his co*ck inside, pressing on the co*ckhead with his thumb. The stretch is something Jimin can never get used to, the girth of the alpha’s co*ck is so big that he still feels him inside even when he pulls out.
All breath is knocked out of his lungs when the alpha pulls back all the way out, just to f*ck into him with one harsh thrust. It’s a side of Jeongguk he hasn’t seen before, the one he was trying to hold back.
“f*ck, it’s like your hole is trying to keep me inside forever. Relax, baby. Big breath in. Come on.”
Jimin sobs as the alpha leans in, sucking his ear into his mouth to give him more comfort. It works out in the end, he is distracted by the tongue in his ear and hands stroking his sides.
The alpha begins to f*ck him like he never has before, and he never stops, never slows down, pace fastening more and more.
His ass jiggles with the force of the slow yet hard trusts, feeling lost in sensations. Jeongguk’s co*ck pounding into his ass, causing broken moans falling from his lips, making him weak in the knees.
“Perfect little omega,” he says, hips grinding right against that one spot, making him cry out loud. “Got so wet for me, aren’t you?”
It’s almost like he makes a whole show of the wet squelch of his co*ck burying into Jimin. It is filthy and obscene, if only Jimin wasn’t so lost in the pleasure, he would be embarrassed. Instead, he nods, tears running down his face. He doubts he is capable of producing any words right now, a series of staccato moans falling from his lips as the alpha f*cks him hard and fast.
With a hand sneaked from under, he turns Jimin’s head up as much as the position allows, and connects their lips again. It’s barely a kiss, an open mouthed one at best as they keep panting into each other’s mouths.
When the alpha lets his head go, he falls back onto the bed immediately, drooling onto the sheets. All he can do is pliantly lie there and take it, letting the alpha f*ck him however he wants.
Jeongguk’s hands digging into Jimin’s ass and thighs. He holds Jimin’s hips up like he weighs nothing. “Are you drooling onto the sheets, baby? Do you like it this much?”
Jimin assumes he doesn’t expect a serious reply in return, because all he manages is nod and sob as the next thrust comes, mind in a blur. He feels the drag of the alpha’s co*ck against his spot, eyes rolling back on his head, toes curling. He is so close, so close it hurts. Slick rolled down his thighs, making them both sticky.
He just wants this to last, wants the alpha to use him whoever he pleases. He wants it deep and hard, to be ripped open on his knot forever until he is knocked up again–
His org*sm rips through him so suddenly, leaving him senseless. He’s heaving, nails digging into the sheets so tight that he fears he might have ripped them. Although the alpha curses under his breath at that, throwing his head back at the tightness, he doesn’t stop f*cking him through it, pushing him to the edge of overstimulation.
And still, he doesn’t ask the alpha to stop completely, although he has slowed down a little. Instead, he pulls Jimin up completely, leaning him against his own sturdy body.
Jimin is all but putty in his arms, tilting his head to the side to give the alpha more access to his neck, as there are kisses peppered on there.
“So good for me,” the alpha growls against his scent gland, a sensation that does straight to his spent co*ck, making it twitch in interest.
Slowly, the alpha begins pounding into him, and it makes Jimin get hard in no time, already enjoying a second round of pleasure.
He is immobilized by the hand holding him by his throat, forcing his head back to rest on the alpha’s shoulder. With his other empty hand, the alpha holds him by the belly, possessive and domineering.
Still, even in that undeniable rush, Jimin knows that the alpha is holding back. He knows it more than sensing it—his harsh moves never hurt, and he never pushes his limits to the point where he can’t take it.
It’s almost like Jeongguk knows his body better than he does.
Tears running down his face, Jimin feels like a doll, weightless and not a slight energy to move his body. He was only made to take and take, at least that’s what the alpha keeps whispering in his ear.
“Should I keep you knocked up all the time, hm? Keep you pupped, round and full, so good for me… f*ck.”
“Yes, yes,” he chants, already delirious when he feels the base of his co*ck swell slightly, and he shivers with anticipation, anxious about how the alpha will probably pull out.
With a look thrown over his shoulder, he pleads, half of his words slurred. “Don’t pull out, please… I n-need your knot, alpha.”
“f*cking hell,” the alpha growls, and Jimin swears he manages to fasten his pace. “How can you still be so needy? Aren’t I giving you enough?”
Jimin shakes his head, delirious. He is pretty sure he will lose his mind if he doesn’t get that knot right now. “M-More,” he pants. “Need more.”
“You sure you can take it?” He says with a strained voice, rhythm not steady as before the more he swells—and god, he is big. So big already that Jimin stills, nodding vigorously.
“Please, please, please…”
“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” Pressing his wet lips to Jimin’s ears, he pants, whispering, “And what I can do to you.”
Still, he seems to finally be convinced, because then he swells so big that he can’t move any longer. Now grinding instead, he throws his back with a groan, co*ck pulsing once, twice, and finally he spills inside.
Jimin doesn’t know when he manages to also come, but the force of the knot rips another one out of him, making his whole vision go black. His body convulses, then he feels himself even wetter—he must have squirted again, which is why the alpha curses, biting into his shoulder.
It’s a sensation he has never felt before, ever in his life. It punches all the oxygen out of his lungs, making it impossible to breathe in for a second. He feels whole, a fire in his soul now put out, omega delighted.
He is still halfway gone when the alpha gently lays them on their sides, now in a cuddling position, having to wait for the knot to go down. He senses the alpha whispering praises into his ears, mixed with soft kisses here and there.
About what a good omega he is, how well he took the alpha, how he wants to keep Jimin like this forever.
A soft whimper is all he manages to let out, overwhelmed beyond his capability.
Half an hour later, when the alpha tries to pull out, he stops him with a soft plea, not wanting to go to sleep when he is not full. He purrs immediately when the alpha complies, relaxing into the embrace.
Like that, he feels full and safe, loved and cared for. And so full—overwhelmingly so.
::
Holding Mina’s hand, and guiding Jimin with a soft touch on his back, Jeongguk stops them by the door. “I gotta warn you, you should lower your expectations a little,” he says.
“I’m pretty sure it’s more than amazing,” says Jimin immediately, smiling at him.
As they enter the room, both Jimin and Mina pause, taking in the space Jeongguk created with such care.
The room, though unfinished, holds a sense of warmth and love. The crib, rocking chair, and shelves all bear the marks of his craftsmanship—each object meticulously shaped, each piece fitting perfectly into the room.
Walking inside the now almost completed room, Jimin’s hand is pressed on his racing heart, eyes already welling up with tears.
The walls are yet to be painted, the curtains and all the final details to make the room feel whole are yet to be completed—and yet it is everything Jimin could ever ask for, and more. There is a wooden crib, a small one and a big one, one fit for a newborn, one fit for a toddler. There is a changing table, a small closet, a bookcase and a chest that will be fit with toys soon. There is a rocking chair, designed for the parents to sit.
Mina runs her fingers along the edges of the crib, her eyes wide with wonder, while Jimin gently touches the back of the rocking chair, smiling softly at the thought of what’s to come.
Turning to look at Jeongguk, Jimin sees him watch them, leaning against the doorframe. He has a fond look in his eyes, his heart swelling with pride and love as he sees the joy on his family’s faces.
“It is so beautiful, Alpha,” Jimin praises with sincerity, already walking up to him to give him a kiss. “I can’t stop crying…”
“I didn’t make it so that you could cry,” he hums, reaching out to wipe Jimin’s eyes, and then leaning in to kiss him.
“Daddy did so well!” Mina also joins them, hugging their legs. “Brother will love it! Daddy, you’re going to make me new dolls too, right?”
Pulling apart from Jimin with a chuckle, Jeongguk picks her up in one go. “Don’t you already have a lot of them?”
“I do, but I need more to play with the new baby.”
Pretending to consider, the alpha hums, one brow arched. “So you will share your toys with him, is that correct?”
She nods immediately, her two pigtails rock as she does. Jimin combed and styled her hair just this morning, and yet it already looks a mess. Mina was running around in the garden, playing with birds there. Jimin just let her, content at watching her from the porch, reading a book.
“Yes, I can share all of them except Allie. She is my favorite, I won’t share her.”
With a chuckle, Jimin presses a kiss to her temple. “It’s okay. Pup needs to learn how to take no for an answer. You can keep Allie.”
Cheering about it, Mina starts telling them about how she will play so many games with the brother, already having it planned.
When they are done with lunch and Mina already got lost somewhere to play, Jeongguk stops, asking him in all seriousness. “Are you happy, Jimin?”
He senses that the question has a deeper meaning to it. Maybe the alpha asks about everything, about his new life and his new family.
It feels like it’s been a century since he was all alone.
“Always,” he mumbles, reaching to grab the alpha’s calloused hand. He opens it slowly, rubbing on each callus, and then pulling it closer to leave soft, featherlike kisses on them. “The room is beautiful. I am the happiest one can be. Thank you, hyung. I mean it.”
Might be one of the few times Jimin actually sees Jeongguk with his cheeks tinted pink, but he basks in the praise. He deserves to be spoiled and loved. Jimin kisses his wrists, both of them. He gets up to hug him close then, peppering kisses on top of his head, praising him all the way.
“You work hard, nonstop. I am so proud of you. You’re the best alpha anyone could ask for.”
“Stop,” he says with a breathy chuckle, but his scent sweetens, pulling Jimin even closer.
“I won’t,” he says with a stubborn shrug, not loosening his hold on him.
Jeongguk only pulls him tighter. “How did I get so lucky?”
“It’s me who should ask that. How did I get so lucky?”
Next morning, they all gather in the nursery, ready to bring the room to life with color now that it’s done. Paint cans of creamy color are popped open, and soon brushes and rollers are in hand. Mina eagerly grabs a small brush, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “I am the best painter in my class,” she brags, chest puffed out. “I will paint the best here.”
“Teach me how to draw things,” Jimin says, joining her antics.
Before long, they’re all covered in paint—splashes of color on their clothes, their faces, and even in their hair. Jeongguk scolds those two for being so messy, but he is not mad at all.
“I can wash myself,” Mina replies, going back to painting the room with the tiniest blush.
“Just don’t bother mom. He is tired, and needs to rest. Baby will come soon,” he warns her.
Jimin watches them, his heart full, cheeks hurting from smiling.
Then Mina goes and dips her hand in a different color, and before anyone can stop her, she presses her hand on the newly painted cream colored wall, now decorated with her green handprint.
“Put my signature,” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “Teacher tells us to sign our paintings. So I did.”
Jimin casts Jeongguk a playful look, biting his lower lip in excitement. “Makes sense to me.”
He goes through the same motion—dipping his hand in the other color, pressing it next to Mina’s.
With two expectant eyes on him, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and pushes himself off of the wall. “You two play around too much. Miss Mina, I am used to your antics but Jimin… I didn’t know I had such a mischievous omega.”
Giggling, Mina doesn’t even look guilty the slightest. And Jimin just shrugs. “You’ll have to deal with it, I guess.”
Jeongguk follows them, also pressing his hand print next to theirs. Like this, it looks complete. Like this, there is nothing that could shatter his happiness.
::
When time rolls fast until he is nearly in his ninth month, his happiness shatters.
The spring fest is nearby, but there is an issue with a pack a little far. Both Namjoon and Jeongguk have to leave for a week. Which leads Mina to cry, asking him not to go. Feeling so upset, Jimin doesn’t even try to keep his scent in check.
“Come on, both of you… You’re breaking my heart now,” he says softly, trying to convince them both.
“But a week is too long, daddy!” she is full on throwing a tantrum, if only Jimin didn’t agree with him, he would calm her down.
Still, for the sake of the alpha, and his ever present need to not be a bother, Jimin pulls her onto his own lap. “It’s okay, Mina. You and I can find ways to spend time together.”
Sniffling, she ignores Jeongguk and hugs Jimin instead, hiding her face in his collarbones. “Mean Daddy. I don’t like him anymore.”
If the scene wasn’t so serious, Jimin would probably crack up at that. It is funny, but at the same time his own heart is a little broken too. He knows it’s not Jeongguk’s fault, and yet he can’t help it.
“Is it a dangerous mission, Alpha?” he asks, managing not to stutter. His voice doesn’t break either, surprisingly. And yet his throat feels stuffy, eyes burning with need to cry.
Looking down at the table, Jeongguk replies. “No.”
Jimin swallows. It’s a lie. It’s a lie and they both know it. It’s getting harder and harder to keep his tears at bay, he gives the alpha a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’m glad, then.”
When it’s time to bid him goodbye, both of them hug and scent him, even Mina, despite her words. When he switches back to wolf, Jimin helps him tie the bag he prepared for the alpha to take with him on the way.
He ruffles on the alpha’s head affectionately, carding his fingers through his post. When Jeongguk casts him a look, he understands what he’s asking for.
“Yes, we will be fine. Don’t worry about it, alpha. Only a week.”
Nodding once, he presses his snout on Jimin’s neck again, and down to his belly. Licking a small stripe up of Mina’s rolling down tears, he is gone.
He is gone.
That’s what echoes inside Jimin’s mind for the next week.
He goes through the normal motions. Everyday he goes to work, despite both Jeongguk and the healer telling him not to. He needs to keep himself busy, keep his mind off of the void the alpha left behind.
He feels lost, and rejected. It is irrational the way his omega tortures him. When he is alone at home with Mina and helps the fussy pup with her homework, and plays with her, the idea still is at the back of his head.
When the pup refuses to sleep alone in her room and instead curls with him, asking to be scented, it gets harder and harder. When his pup kicks and the alpha is not there to comfort him, it hurts. When he wakes up, overwhelmed with hormones and there is no one to help him through it, it hurts.
He wakes up in cold sweat, barely sleeping anymore. He tosses and turns, feeling like his alpha has left him for good. It takes him a good amount of time to convince his omega that he is not left. He is not lonely anymore. He is not back at that cold cave, or into the depths of the forest, running for his life.
The worst part is not knowing about the wellbeing of the alpha. If only they were mated, he could feel his heartbeat through the bond, and he wouldn’t be left worried sick.
Instead, there are people telling him to pull himself together. “For yourself, and for Mina,” says Hoseok, rubbing his back soothingly. His mind immediately produces images of Jeongguk rubbing his back, and tells him that it was better when he did it instead.
“I can sense that they are well,” Jihyo says when she visits him daily, despite her busy schedule with her pup and pack duties. “Please don’t overthink too much. They will be back in no time.”
He knows it’s true. Still, with a sour scent and a red nose, he sniffs. “When?”
“So soon. I miss them too, awfully so.” Her shoulders drop in confession, and empathy. “If it’s gonna make you feel better, Namjoon is more than eager to return. I know it is the same for my brother too. He misses you back.”
It doesn’t help. If anything, it makes him feel worse for not having a similar bond with the alpha. He wants to know for himself, and not hear it from outsiders, no matter how well intended they are.
Still, he pulls through. Everyday he cooks, breakfast and lunch and dinner, just so he can have things to do. He feeds Mina spoonfuls of food, and yet doesn’t have an appetite himself. Everyday he calms the pup down with scenting and tummy kisses, stories and games.
There is no one to calm Jimin down.
He feels like throwing up, even his own baby doesn’t move as much, and it worries him sick. What if one week turns into two, and it turns into three? What if he gives birth and the alpha is not there to hold his hand?
What if the alpha refuses to mate him when he’s pregnant?
“Have a little faith in me,” said the alpha to him once, a soft soothing whisper that took away his worries. He has faith in him, so with the best of his abilities, he dismisses such thoughts.
Still, it gets harder and harder to carry the weight of both her body and her emotions with each passing night. The emptiness is unbearable, making him anxious everyday. Seems like the nights stretch endlessly with Jeongguk’s absence.
It’s been ten days. Ten long, everlasting days of emptiness and tears.
That night, he is half asleep with Mina by his side, the pup’s tired from an exhausting day at the kindergarten, huddled together for comfort and warmth. Suddenly, Jimin is awakened by the cracking wooden floor, fearing that there’s been an intruder.
All his senses settle immediately upon catching the scent, calm washes over him.
It’s none other than Jeongguk standing by the door, leaving his bag by the door and getting inside. Pressing his hand to his mouth to not make a sound, Jimin senses the tears overflowing already.
Jeongguk looks exhausted, his body heavy with fatigue, but his shoulders sag with relief when he sees his family, safe and sound.
“Y-You–” Jimin starts, but upon understanding that he can’t speak without almost sobbing, he shuts his mouth closed, letting the alpha come over to his side.
“f*ck, I missed you two way too much.”
Not wasting any time, he gently threads his fingers through Jimin’s hair as his hand moves to the back of the omega’s head, cradling it with a mix of care and intent. With a rushed pull, their lips meet in a deep, consuming kiss. Both of them sigh into the kiss, relief washing over them immediately.
When Jeongguk begins to pull away, Jimin panics, his tired heart racing with the sudden fear that the alpha might leave again. His small hands instinctively clutch at the alpha’s already crumbled shirt, gripping it tightly as if holding on could keep him there. As if he can fight for it. The thought of him leaving, even for a moment, sends a wave of anxiety through him, an instinctual whine leaving his lips out of desperation.
Noticing that the omega is thinking through a thick layer of fear, he shushes Jimin, hand moving to gently cup his cheek. “Baby, it’s okay,” he whispers with a reassuring voice. "I'm just going to carry Mina to her room. I'll be right back."
These words soothe Jimin, reminding him that they are not alone, the pup still sleeping through it all. He slightly loosens his grip, though he still hesitates to let go. Jeongguk then presses a gentle peck to her temple. “I will be right back. Promise.”
Letting go, Jimin nods. “B-Be quick…”
Carefully, Jeongguk picks Mina up, carrying her back to her room. He leans in to scent her too, Mina murmurs in her sleep, still hiding on the alpha’s chest instinctively. Jeongguk kisses all parts of her face on the way to her room, where he gently tucks her in.
Jimin sits up on the bed while he waits. When Jeongguk finally returns, his eyes are still glassy with tears.
Without a word, Jimin reaches out for him, and joining the omega on the bed, Jeongguk instantly pulls him into a tight hug. Freely sobbing now, Jimin clutches onto his back as tight as he could with desperation, pressing his body closer.
Despite his exhaustion, Jeongguk cradles Jimin close, his hand gently stroking her back, whispering reassurances in the dark. “I missed you, baby.”
“I-It was so hard without you,” Jimin manages to let out through his hysterical sobs. “I d-didn’t know if you were–if you were safe and I… I couldn’t bear i-it. What if you left me?”
“I would never leave you,” he says immediately.
“B-But my omega said–said that we were not mates and–”
“Hey, look at me,” Jeongguk pulls back slightly to look him in the eye in all his seriousness, brows furrowed. “Why are you saying such things? I would mate you right this moment, if only it wasn’t risky for the pup.”
Sniffling, Jimin looks up, chest still heaving with panic. “It’s n-not. It’s not.”
The crease between Jeongguk’s brows deepens. “What do you mean?”
Jimin’s hold on Jeongguk’s back tightens. “I asked,” he manages to say, still trembling with the force of his sobs. “It’s not risky. You c-can mate me now.”
“I can?”
He nods, burying his face into Jeongguk’s chest. “Y-yeah. You can. They said the p-pup will recognize you as his dad, and no other side effects. And since—since you are his dad…”
“Come here.” Jeongguk is quick to reassure him, raising his head to kiss him on the lips. He doesn’t know for how long they makeout, but Jimin’s sobs quieten and he is not as delirious as before.
“Do you want me to, Jimin? It will hurt less if we do it during your heat, you know.”
“Your absence hurt me more,” he says, his eyelashes stuck together from tears. His eyes are red and puffy, mouth trembling still. “Please, alpha,” he begs, no sense of pride left. No fight in him against this alpha. “Please…”
Something dark flickers through the alpha’s eyes. “You don’t need to beg for it, Jimin.”
In the quiet aftermath of everything, the emotions have left them both with raw, open hearts, and a need that can only be soothed with their joined bodies. Minutes of foreplay and prep later, lying on his side, Jimin lets out a sharp breath when the alpha pushes his co*ck in.
The intensity of their earlier distress now transforms into a gentle intimacy. Every place the alpha touches burn, hearts beating loudly as they move. Jimin craves this intimacy more than anything, he doesn’t even care about his approaching org*sm—this is not about it.
Still, days worth of pain wash out of him the more Jeongguk fills him up, his mouth never leaving Jimin’s open neck, panting loudly. Preparing Jimin for his bite, he fastens his pace, making him moan into the pillow, trying to keep his voice down.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” Jeongguk whispers to his damp skin, his hand never getting tired of holding Jimin’s leg up to give himself more access. The wet squelching sounds are not enough to mask the sound of their beating hearts. “Wanted to make you mine. Wanted to give you the whole world.”
“I was y-yours,” Jimin breathes out, reaching back to grab the alpha’s hip, so he can pull him closer. “All along. Never someone else's. I think my heart waited for you all along, hyung.”
Jeongguk’s hips stutter, And with a groan, he tilts Jimin’s head to the side, and their lips meet with a fiery intensity. The kiss doesn’t last too long, they are both riddled with the need to complete their bond more than anything. But it speaks volumes, charged with an unspoken word.
Time stands still, nothing but each other matters, nothing but that moment they have.
“I love you,” the alpha says then, biting onto his shoulder. Although he knew all along, it is different to hear it out loud for the first time. With a gasp and more slick rushing out, Jimin throws his head back. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. I love you so f*cking much, Jimin.”
“L-Love you too,” Jimin whispers, his co*ck is already dribbling, his org*sm is not that far. He won’t last long this time—but the swell of the alpha’s knot tells him that it’s the same for the alpha too. “I love you so much. I would die for you, hyung.”
The last words cause an angry growl from the alpha. “I would never allow that.”
With a final push of his knot and locking them in, he whispers, making sure. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes, yes,” Jimin cries out loud, body already trembling with anticipation. “Please do it, yes…”
A soothing lick is all the warning he gets when the alpha finally locks his teeth in, and bonds them for eternity.
There’s a profound sense of fulfillment. His body responds with a deep, almost instinctual satisfaction, heightened by the alpha’s bite. It makes his whole life flash in front of his eyes, making him unsure for a second about where he is—while reminding him who he was before.
As they reach the peak of their union, a profound sense of completeness washes over them both. As if they have been waiting for this their whole lives. As if nothing else matters, and the world outside ceases to exist as they hold each other close.
Purring with his eyes golden, Jimin feels a level of calm and serenity that was so unfamiliar to him.
When he closes his eyes, he feels two wolves now. They roll around and chase after each other, now two parts of the same soul. He feels the shift, palpable, and how their souls and scents mingle each other. No one will be able to tell them apart, and no one will be able to separate them now.
Wolves mate for good. There is no way of undoing a bite without risking one part of the bond at least.
Jeongguk keeps whispering ‘i love you’s into his skin like a mantra, even when his knot goes down. He caresses each part of his body, primal and possessive, riding the high of his bite.
His life now belongs to their family, and Jeongguk belongs to him.
Feeling the pup move in his belly, he grabs the alpha’s hand and presses on that part of his belly, wanting him to feel the change too. And when Jeongguk closes his eyes and focuses hard enough, he can actually sense the baby’s heartbeat, too.
::
If Jeongguk was clingy before, now he is unbearable. He is beyond clingy, if that’s even possible.
He never wants to leave the house, and is more than sensitive to each of Jimin’s moods. Even Mina is aware of the change, who is more than happy about the official mating.
“Mom, is dad losing his mind?” she asks once, while having dinner.
Jimin almost snorts out the food in his mouth, resulting in the cranky alpha scolding them both. “Never thought you would be a mischievous one too, omega,” he says, still stuffing food in his mouth. “Now I have two naughty pups to scold.”
Not caring about it, Jimin makes a face thrown his way, just to make Mina laugh. It works magically.
A few days later, the spring festival bursts into life amidst the serene backdrop of the forest. The air is filled with the sweet scent of newly bloomed flowers and the earthy scent of wet soil. Lanterns strung between the trees cast a warm, golden glow, creating a magical ambiance that dances with the soft breeze.
The gathering is vibrant and lively, with several packs coming together to celebrate the arrival of spring. Tables laden with colorful, seasonal foods—fresh fruits, pastries, and savory dishes—are surrounded by groups of chatting, laughing individuals. The sound of music and laughter mingles with the natural symphony of the forest, adding to the festive atmosphere.
No one leaves alone the newly mated couple.
Jimin feels right at the center of attention. Every glance, every gesture from the crowd seems amplified, now that he carries the mark. Jeongguk never leaves his side even when he has matters to attend to, always standing close by, his presence a shield from the unwanted attention.
Jimin doesn’t blame them, although overwhelmed from such attention. It is the spring festival, and every nearby pack gathered around. Everyone knows Jeongguk, and well, it is enough explanation that they would get surprised.
Jeon Jeongguk has never been interested in mating before, and has a reputation for it. Not even when other packs offered to arrange matings with him between other high ranked omegas. Thinking about it makes Jimin’s hands clench with jealousy, but the alpha barely leaves any room for his doubts as he is always all over the omega, eyes never finding anyone else’s.
Amidst the celebration, Jimin and Jeongguk share tender moments of closeness—an encouraging touch, a reassuring glance, and quiet conversations. Mina makes everything easier with her silliness, and is willing to fill in the awkward moments with useless conversations, unlike her dad or Jimin. In a few months, the very introverted pup has turned into a social goofball, now getting along better with her classmates.
It warms Jimin’s heart to think he has something to do with it.
He is also more than glad to be surrounded by everyone, telling him how he’s glowing, how happy he looks. Strangers from other packs ask him about when’s the due date, and ask him all sorts of personal questions.
Way past his ninth month, Jimin hasn’t felt any cramping yet, not knowing when the baby is due. “Any day now,” the healer told them before, as the anxious alpha drags them there almost once every two days. And yet, no signs of the arrival yet.
Which is why Jimin can’t make much sense of it when the alpha suddenly turns to him, brows knitted together, scent spiked in alert. He stares at his belly with a sharp and focused expression. “Omega. We need to leave.”
“What?” he asks, confusion clear in his face.
“The baby. It’s time.”
Heart dropping for a second, he looks down at his unmoving belly. “I feel fine…”
“Jimin. Now. We are leaving.”
Without hesitation, he lifts the omega into his arms, cradling him with a fierce protectiveness. His scent is a mix of concern and determination, alerting everyone around.
“Is everything okay, Jeon?” It is the Head Alpha Namjoon, walking towards them quickly.
“The baby’s coming,” is all Jeongguk says, no further explanation.
“But I feel okay,” Jimin tries once again with a small voice, more than embarrassed now that they gained even more attention.
“The alpha’s can sense it before we do.” It is Jihyo who replies now, also rushing to their side. She reaches out and squeezes Jimin’s hand, trying to encourage him. “I can’t believe it’s happening… You will be fine, sweetheart, trust me. It will go so well.”
With a short nod, Jimin’s eyes widen with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Mina runs beside them, her face a mask of panic and worry. She clutches her little hands together, her eyes darting between her parents. Seeing the urgency in the alpha’s stride and the distress in the omega’s expression, she begins to cry softly. The Alpha, though deeply concerned for his mate, pauses briefly to talk to Mina.
“Sweetheart,” he says gently but firmly, “you need to stay with your auntie for now. Mommy and Daddy need to go to the healer.”
“No, I will also come! I will come, I will come! Wanna see my brother!”
“Jeon Mina!” Jeongguk growls at her, eyes bleeding red. Still, closing eyes to calm down, he continues with a softer voice. “I don’t want to have to worry about you too. I will take you once the pup is born, alright baby?”
Mina nods, her lower lip trembling as she reluctantly agrees. The Alpha’s reassurance leaves no room for argument. With a final, tearful glance at her parents, she turns and runs toward her aunt, who is waiting anxiously, ready to comfort and distract her.
Jeongguk moves swiftly through the bustling festival grounds, his pace unwavering despite the chaos around them. He carries Jimin with a sense of purpose, navigating through the crowd with a single-minded focus on reaching the healer’s cabin. Hurrying down there, he stops for no one.
Halfway there, Jimin feels the first cramp.
His body slowly begins to show signs of labor, as he feels faint from the dizzying pain. “It’s happening,” he growls, eyes shut and body shivering.
Each contraction comes like a powerful surge, causing him to grip tightly onto Jeongguk’s shoulder, his breaths coming in sharp, pained gasps. The alpha leans in to press his nose to his hair, gently shushing him, releasing soothing pheromones.
Then the fear kicks in.
“If–If I die,” he says, griping so tight on Jeongguk’s shoulder as he is spasming from the pain. “You have to take care of him. Promise me that.”
“Jimin, stop saying nonsense–” the alpha tries, already paled from the shared fear.
“Promise me!” Jimin cuts him with a pained cry, yelling.
“I promise,” Jeongguk stutters out, cradling Jimin closer to his chest for comfort.
Half an hour later, he is settled onto the bed in the healer’s cabin, and the lady moves with practiced calmness. “A little more,” she whispers, giving him instructions.
Jimin’s face reflects a mixture of discomfort and determination, his breaths uneven as they navigate through the contractions.
“You’re doing perfect,” the alpha praises him, his hand firmly clasping the Jimin’s, offering silent strength and reassurance. His gaze is filled with a blend of awe and concern as he watches the scene unfold.
Another half an hour later, the room is filled with the cries of the baby, quickly wiped clean and put in Jimin’s arms. “A healthy little boy,” the healer adds, also exhausted but elated too.
Jimin looks down with his teary eyes, exhausted beyond his capacity and yet filled with relief and joy.
Round cheeks, puffy, closed eyes and a button nose—even when he’s born just now, he is the carbon copy of Jimin. Tiny little thing, cries turning into sniffles and soft sounds when he is gently scented by Jimin, and then put into Jeongguk’s arms.
“He is here,” the alpha sounds a little choked out, looking at the verge of crying. “So tiny, oh my god.”
Jimin rests there, a wet chuckle followed by a purr.
“So small… Can hold him with one palm… How did such a small thing gave so much pain to you?” Looking down in awe, he sits by Jimin’s side, also leaning in to scent the pup on the head, eyes glistening with tears.
Although the pup squirms a little, he goes back to sleep, feeling safe surrounded by both of his parents.
“What will you name him?” asks the healer then, wiping Jimin’s face clean and making him drink soothing herbs before letting him rest.
Realizing the alpha also looks at him, expectant, Jimin turns his attention to him and gives him a tired smile. “Alpha will name him.”
Maybe because he closes his eyes shortly after that he misses Jeongguk actually shed a tear or two. Either way, the pup is nestled between them gently, both of them lying on each side, with the alpha whispering a soft name to the pup’s forehead, taking in his milky scent.
::
Hours later, the soft light of the morning dawn filters gently through the cabin’s window, casting a warm glow over the room. The couple lies side by side in the quiet aftermath with the newborn, swaddled snugly in a soft blanket, nestled peacefully between them. Jimin, too spent, is sound asleep, his face glows in a serene and relaxed embrace of sleep.
The door is cracked open to visitors. Jihyo walks in with Mina, her small face filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness as they both quietly tiptoe into the room. Mina’s eyes widen with wonder as she approaches the bedside, her gaze fixed on the tiny form nestled between her parents.
An amazed smile slowly spreads across her face, a reflection of pure joy at the sight of her new sibling. She has to press her hand to her mouth to stop herself from screaming right there.
Unable to contain her emotions, Mina’s eyes begin to glisten with tears. She reaches out tentatively, her fingers gently brushing against the baby’s soft, warm blanket. The tears spill over when she meets Jeongguk’s fond gaze. Her joy at meeting her new brother is palpable, her small body trembling slightly with the intensity of her joy.
Jeongguk offers her a reassuring smile, his own eyes glistening with pride and love. He reaches out to gently hold Mina’s hand, guiding it to the baby’s tiny, perfect fingers. The connection between siblings is instant and tender, the infant wrapping his tiny fingers tightly around Mina’s thumb.
“Held my hand,” Mina whispers, eyes so round they could as well be buttons.
“I have another niece now,” Jihyo cries on the side, tapping on her eye with a silk napkin, a hand on her heart. “So tiny, I’m gonna faint.”
“Please don’t,” Jeongguk replies, getting up slowly and picking up the infant in the meantime. “Jimin barely got any sleep. Let’s not wake him up.”
With hushed cries of joy, they stare at the infant, who starts squirming in his sleep. He is still tightly wrapped around a blanket, Jeongguk didn’t have the time to go back home and fetch his onesies that Jimin and Hoseok made for him.
“What’s his name?” Jihyo asks, Mina leaning in to examine his tiny fingers with her rounded eyes wide, glistening with tears.
“Minho,” Jeongguk replies with a smile, and Mina’s head snaps up immediately.
“Like mine, like mine!”
“Yes, baby.” He presses a kiss to her head, and she happily returns to watching the baby, occasionally stealing glances at the sleeping omega. It’s obvious how she wants to climb up to the bed and curl next to him, but she holds herself back.
Suddenly Jimin stirs, his body still heavy with exhaustion, but a sense of peace washes over him as he slowly cracks open his eyes. He is alone in the bed, hid pup nowhere to be seen—so for a second he panics, but then he sees the corner of the room, filled with familiar visitors, and the alpha is rocking the pup gently to keep him sleeping.
Noticing that he is now awake, Jeongguk comes close to his bed and sits by the side, his eyes filled with an overwhelming tenderness as he watches Jimin wake. Without saying a word, he leans in and presses a gentle kiss to his forehead. The simple gesture says everything—how much he loves the omega, how proud he is, and how thankful he is that they are all safe and sound.
Jimin smiles up at him, feeling warm all over. Ignoring the world around them, he softly asks, “What name did you choose?”
Jeongguk pauses, a smile spreading across his face as he looks into his eyes, and replies, “Minho.”
The name hangs in the air for a moment, and he lets it settle in his heart. Misunderstanding his silence for a second, Jeongguk quickly adds. “Of course, you can change it. Just thought it would fit with Mina’s.”
It fits perfectly. As if it was always meant to be. Turning to look at Mina for her reaction, Jimin’s small face lightens up with curiosity and joy at the mention of the new name. She seems to love it, grinning from ear to ear, cheeks dusted pink.
Jimin’s eyes return to Jeongguk, and he gives him a tired but deeply content smile. “I love it. It’s perfect.”
Everything is perfect.
It doesn’t take half an hour more for Jimin to want to get up, despite the healer’s and Jeongguk’s warnings. He needs to be at home, and rest in his own nest. He knows they are not in danger, but instinctively, he wants to take his pup to his nest, away from the curious eyes.
Complying to his wishes, Jeongguk agrees, although involuntarily. He carries Jimin back to their house, and Jihyo carefully cradles the pup, carrying him there.
When the house is filled with guests—all of them are excited to see the pup and congratulate the parents, but Jimin just wants to be left alone for a bit. Especially when the baby starts crying hungrily.
“Alpha,” he grips on the alpha’s shirt to catch his attention. He turns to Jimin with worry, but Jimin gives him a smile to calm him down. “Can I be left alone with him for a bit?”
“Is everything okay?” he asks, dropping the baby back to Jimin’s arms.
Minho smells a bit like Jihyo and the healer both. He knows there’s nothing wrong with it, but his omega just feels agitated by that. Nodding, he gives Jeongguk a look. “Just need to be alone with him for a bit…”
“Alright baby. I will be in the other room, just call out my name if anything happens.”
Baby starts crying hungrily yet again, and when everyone is out of the room Jimin finally cradles him to his chest, still weary from the birth. There is nothing but an overwhelming wave of love and protectiveness as he stares at the delicate little face. The room is quiet, filled with the soft sounds of the baby’s tiny breaths and the gentle rustling of blankets.
He guides the crying baby to his chest then. There’s a brief moment of hesitation as the baby instinctively searches for nourishment, and then a warm, tingling sensation spreads through Jimin’s body as the baby manages to latch on. It’s a feeling that is both strange and beautiful, a mix of physical connection and emotional depth that he hadn’t fully anticipated.
His heart swells with fulfillment. He can hear Jeongguk in the living room, talking with Mina and Jihyo. He’s glad Jihyo was understanding towards the situation—she recently gave birth too, after all.
As the baby begins to finally nurse, Jimin’s heart swells with a sense of fulfillment. Each small, rhythmic suckle seems to draw them closer together.
When he was pupped so suddenly, he was so scared he could die. He was also scared of dying, because then his pup would be all alone.
And now everything is different. He has an alpha inside just the other room, releasing calming pheromones even from there, their bond throbbing with love. He has another daughter to take care of. And his pup is alive and healthy.
He wonders if there’s anything more he could ask for.
::
It takes the Head Alpha himself to come drag Jeongguk out of the house, because the alpha refuses to leave his family. Same goes to Mina, the pup cries every morning to stay with Minho.
The newborn, completely unaware of the center of attention that he is, either sleeps all day or wakes the whole house in his loud cries. For such a small little thing, his lungs work really well.
Jeongguk has been the most helpful partner anyone could ask for. Most of the time, he tells Jimin to go back to sleep, and instead he takes care of the baby. Jimin stores milk in the fridge on the alpha’s demand, and although he gets moody about it, he complies. He enjoys feeding the pup himself, and he feels bitter every time the pup is fed through a bottle.
He decides to give the very squirmy pup a bath on his first week, settling to wipe him up with wet towels instead until then, fearing to hurt the pup. It takes both Mina and Jeongguk sulking to convince him to do it altogether.
That Sunday the family gathers around as they prepare to give Minho his first bath. The small wooden tub is filled with warm water, and the room is filled with a soft, gentle light. They decide to do it near the fireplace, so the baby remains warm.
The air is thick with a mix of excitement and tenderness, each of them eager to be part of this special moment. Their scents mingled together, Jimin swears he is in heaven.
“Let’s see if he will like water,” he says as he undresses Minho slowly, his onesie with flower patterns is removed first, and then his diaper.
“He will love it,” says Mina in a know-it-all attitude. Her button nose tilted up, she seems to have figured out everything on her own.
“If he’s anything like me, he might not be the biggest fan of it. Just saying,” Jimin chuckles under his breath.
“We should teach mom how to swim soon, dad,” says Mina, turning to Jeongguk. “I want to swim next summer. Minho too. I think he will like water.”
“We can do it when the weather is warm again,” Jeongguk hums, looking at Jimin with a question.
Everything about water still terrifies him, thanks to having almost drowned once as a kid. Still, the idea of them by the seaside, with Mina’s soft giggles and the alpha’s playful side that he shows to no one else, with Minho shaking his chubbed up arms and legs… seem a lot less terrifying.
“One day,” he smiles at them.
Mina stands close by, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervous excitement. She’s never seen a baby take a bath before, and the sight of her little brother, so, so small… fills her with a sense of wonder. She watches everything like witnessing an experiment. It makes Jimin chuckle softly.
Slowly, Jeongguk takes a hold of the now naked Minho who squirms in his hold, blinking at them with his rounded eyes. His features are still yet to be defined, orbs dark, and yet Jimin can see his orbs being in different colors. He also has mismatched eyes like Jimin, and it fills him up with a breathtaking level of joy—his initial fear of the pup looking like his biological father slowly disappearing from his mind.
Jeongguk lowers Minho into the warm water, the tiny baby squirming slightly at the sensation, startled. But as soon as he feels the warmth surrounding him, his little face relaxes, and a soft, contented sigh escapes his lips. The parents exchange a relieved glance, and Mina lets out a small giggle, delighted by her brother’s reaction.
“See, I told you. He will like water.”
As they gently wash him, Jeongguk holding him up and Jimin slowly rubbing his skin with clean, soapy water, caressing each part, Minho’s eyes begin to sparkle, his tiny lips curling into a smile. The water splashes lightly around him as he moves his limbs a little, and the family can’t help but laugh softly at his obvious enjoyment.
This is the first time he’s smiled at them.
“He smiled,” Jimin sniffles, looking down with wobbly eyes.
“Come on now… Are you going to cry at every milestone?” Jeongguk asks with a snort, and yet his scent is soft and mellow, Jimin knows with just one look that he is equally touched up.
“Obviously yes,” Jimin says, carefully pouring water over Minho’s soft hair. “Don’t you know me well already, hyung?”
With a sigh, Jeongguk smiles. “I figured.”
Mina reaches out, also wanting to wash him. She cups water in her palms put together, and slowly she pours it over the squirming body. She looks up, waiting for praise.
“What an amazing sister you are,” Jimin is quick to spoil her. Maybe a little too much. “He’s the luckiest brother.”
Feeling content, Mina puffs out her chest proudly. “Will beat up other kids if they mess with him.”
Jeongguk let out a loud, surprised laugh, finding Mina’s comment so funny that, under normal circ*mstances, he would have scolded her, but now he just couldn't. He laughs so hard that the baby makes an angry whimper, not enjoying being shaken with the force of it.
“Beating up other kids?!” He finally asks, having calmed down.
“Yes,” she doesn’t look bothered or ashamed.
“That’s not nice, Mina,” Jimin says instead, also giving the alpha a look, scolding him with his eyes.
Jimin swears Jeongguk looks a bit proud of it, and he has to control himself not to roll his eyes at that.
They finally take Minho out of the water, Jeongguk places him onto the towel Jimin is holding. Jimin softly pats him dry with the towel, and places him onto the couch to dress him up.
“He smells good,” Mina hums, she leans down to smell his head. “Like milk and soap. Also like us.”
“You can scent him again once I’m done dressing him up,” Jimin offers, and her face lightens up immediately.
When he is all done dressing up, Mina sits against the pillows on the couch, and opens her arms. Jimin places the sleepy baby on her arms, and she is so careful when she holds him that it makes Jimin giggle.
Mina reaches out, her small fingers brushing against Minho’s chubby arm. When Minho’s eyes meet hers, he gives her the sweetest smile, as if recognizing the love surrounding him.
The parents watch the interaction, their hearts full and cheeks burning from smiling.
Later that night when they are lying side by side with Minho sleeping in the crib by the bed, Jimin seeks for Jeongguk’s warmth as they make out. Their bond has formed completely now, all that remains is a faint white scar. Still, the alpha is always obsessed with licking over it, making him shiver.
He is not yet ready for anything physical with the alpha, and as if he can read Jimin like an open book, Jeongguk never asks for it. He feels content by just holding him close and making out with the omega, breathing softly through his nose.
“I missed you the whole day,” Jeongguk says, and although Jimin gives a content hum at that, he also catches a brief scent on the alpha’s clothes, belonging to a stranger.
He grabs the shirt and pulls it close, pressing his nose to take another sniff, he gets sure. “You smell different,” he breathes, both scent and face souring.
“Do I?” Jeongguk also pulls it up to his nose to smell it, and grimaces. “Yeah. Had a meeting with the guests. They are still staying over because of the spring fest, you know.”
Agitated and getting more aggressive by the second, Jimin turns his back at the alpha. “Smells bad. It’s upsetting me.”
“I apologize baby, should’ve been more careful.”
He quickly gets up and changes clothes, putting the dirty ones to the laundry basket in the bathroom. Noticing that it’s almost full, he makes a mental note to do the house chores later on.
Jimin waits for his return, still sulking. His scent is so out of control that it even makes the baby squirm in his sleep, soft sighs of discomfort leaving his mouth.
“Sorry, pup,” he reaches out and touches him on his belly in a circular way, it’s funny how the babies can’t even burp without help. The pup is still so small, based on what the healer said, he is a little small for a newborn, but it’s expected given how Jimin was severely malnourished in his first trimester.
The alpha returns, smelling like clean soap and his own scent, and clean pajamas. He must have wiped his skin with a towel.
“Can I join you in your nest again?” he asks, standing by the bed.
“Yes,” Jimin replies, still pouting while watching the baby.
“Are you still upset with me?” The alpha hugs him from behind, and nestles his nose on Jimin’s neck, inhaling the scent he loves.
“A little. Not too much. I’m mostly upset about Minho…”
Jeongguk snuggles closer, his hold on Jimin’s now smaller waist tightens. He still has a lot of weight to lose, but it’s been a week since he’s given birth, and he has time. The alpha reminds him again and again that he loves every version of him.
“Why is that?”
“Because he is small.”
“He’s a newborn, of course he is small,” replies Jeongguk, amused.
“No, I mean… He is small for a newborn. The Healer said so.”
Jeongguk hums. “And why is that a problem? He is healthy, is he not? If he was not healthy, I would’ve smelled it before you knew.”
“Yeah, he is healthy, thankfully… But he is so tiny… What if it becomes a problem later on in his life? It’s all my fault, you know.”
“If he becomes a problem later on,” the alpha starts slowly, turning Jimin around so they can face each other. “Then we will deal with it then. And why should it be your fault?”
“Because I didn’t feed him enough in my belly,” Jimin says, eyes set on the alpha’s chest that peaks from his thin top, avoiding eye contact while trying to distract himself with how beautifully tan the alpha’s chest is, despite a long winter they endured.
“You couldn’t,” Jeongguk quickly corrects him, hands massaging his back gently, rubbing in a comforting manner.
“It’s the same,” Jimin dismisses it with a pout, and it causes a soft growl from the alpha, making him look up.
“It’s not. You were all by yourself. You’re young too, Jimin. Not to mention you’re an omega—there’s nothing bad about it, of course, but the conditions you were under were harsher compared to an alpha. You did your best.”
Blinking at him with tears clinging to his eye corners, Jimin listens, enjoying the soothing tone of the alpha’s voice. He can never get bored of it.
“You did your best,” Jeongguk repeats with a whisper, pecking him on his eyelids. Two drops roll down, and the burn in his throat remains. And yet Jimin feels somewhat better.
“Thank you,” he breathes, letting the alpha massage his body as he closes his eyes, feeling content.
A few seconds later, still having more to speak on it, he opens his eyes. “I’m actually not a bad hunter. I hunted all the meat I could find.”
A soft smile tugs on Jeongguk’s lips. “I remember you telling me this before.” Pretending to think hard, he adds. “I also remember you saying you could outrun me.”
“I can,” Jimin says in all his seriousness, lips puckered up in a pout. “I am so quick. That’s how I survived.”
“You know who you’re talking to, right?” One brow arched and eyes glistening with an unspoken challenge, Jeongguk smirks.
“I know your capabilities, Alpha,” Jimin says with a growing smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. “But you don’t know mine.”
Jeongguk chuckles, shaking his head in mock disbelief. “Oh, come on, I can catch you in no time, love.”
“I guess I have to teach my alpha a lesson,” Jimin says, biting his lower lip slowly.
“Once you’re fully healed, we’ll have to put it to the test, then.”
With a gleam of challenge in his eyes, he suggests that they should race again when the time is right. Jimin’s laughter fills the room as he playfully agrees, teasing him about how he’ll leave the alpha in the dust once more. They both promise to settle the playful challenge soon.
::
Minho, now three months old, is full of life, cooing and gurgling in the way that only a baby can. His tiny hands reach out, grasping at the air, and he babbles a lot. A chatty pup he will be, Jimin can already tell. At this stage, he’s starting to develop more control over his movements—trying to push himself up during tummy time and making noises in response to his surroundings. Still, he is rather easy to manage.
He is the carbon copy of Jimin, or so Jeongguk says. He has a cute button nose and full lips, but most importantly, he has mismatched eyes. One blue and one green, just like Jimin’s.
He is relieved to see that, if he is being honest. He would rather not see features of the unknown father on his own pup.
Jeongguk scolds Jimin about how he gets Minho used to being cuddled all the time, fearing that it will be a problem later on. Minho is such a coddled baby, and despite Jimin’s initial worries, he’s grown well.
And now he struggles to leave the pup to someone, even if it’s just for a few hours.
“I put some milk in the fridge,” he says to Hoseok for the nth time. “He sometimes cries about his binky, and I scented all the blankets just in case, and if anything happens you should–”
Hoseok cuts him with a scoff. “I know what I’m doing, so stop this. You two go and enjoy your merry day. I can deal with them just fine.”
“But–”
“Jimin. I will actually get angry if you don’t take your cute ass out of this house now,” Hoseok scolds him, two hands placed on his waist.
“Baby, he’s right…” Jeongguk hugs him from behind, and presses a kiss below his ear, making him shiver for a second. “We will be gone just for a few hours.”
“Yeah but still…” Those few hours will be the longest he’s been away from Minho.
“Stop overthinking. We need this,” he rumbles. “You need this.”
Although hesitant, Jimin nods. Hoseok will deal with it well. He is amazing with kids, Jimin has seen him around pups a lot. Minho is easy to distract. And Mina is a good kid. She is just a handful, that’s all.
Mina, ever the playful older sister, is more active than ever. She can’t seem to get enough of her baby brother, constantly playing with him and trying to engage him in games. Her enthusiasm knows no bounds, and even when it’s time for bed, she resists sleep.
“Just make sure Mina gets to bed on time. She will cry about it and try to convince you otherwise.”
“I will not,” she yells from the other room, pout evident in her tone.
With a chuckle, and one last look at Minho who squirms playfully in Hoseok’s embrace, Jimin and Jeongguk finally leave the house.
Hand in hand, they walk towards the edge of the forest, the warmth of summer sticks to their skin. It’s been too long since it was the two of them alone, with no baby to cry and no pup to demand attention.
As they walk hand in hand through the sunlight filtering through the trees, there’s a palpable tension between them, born from longing and the intimacy they’ve missed while caring for their pups.
Three whole months with no touches, no risky cuddles and no flirting—knowing they will not be able to stop afterwards. The forest seems to echo this unspoken desire between them as they steal flirtatious glances at each other, finally stopping to get rid of their clothes.
The scent of the forest and the rustling of leaves create a serene backdrop as the clothes are removed one by one, peace by peace. Shivering under the hungry attention of the alpha, Jimin feels as if he is right back at the hot springs many moons ago when he first made love to the alpha. Despite their bodies uniting hundreds of times since then, he can never get used to the anticipation burning in his body, or the fire in his belly from just being in the alpha’s presence.
Turning around to face him, Jimin tries to keep his head held high and not to cover under the dark gaze, feeling trapped under a predator yet again.
He has lost the extra weight quicker than he anticipated, and while his body still remains fat in places he doesn’t enjoy and full of stretch marks, he tries to focus on the alpha’s throbbing arousal lingering in the air.
He likes me, he reminds himself, chanting again and again. He will not be disgusted by my body. He will love me anyway. He wants me, he wants me, he still desires me–
With a low curse thrown under his breath, Jeongguk takes a step towards him. “f*ck… You look so hot.”
Just as if on cue, Jimin takes one back. “Do I?”
He manages not to shutter, and mentally congratulates himself for that. It doesn’t last long as the alpha takes one more step, and he takes one back yet again.
“You do. Why don’t you come closer so I can show you how attractive I think you are?”
One more step, and one towards the back. Jimin doesn’t let him get close.
Now’s not the time to cover, he thinks.
“Y-You’re supposed to catch me first,” he says, breaths already coming short. He is leaking slick just by the anticipation of being caught and pinned down. “You said you could.”
Eyes flying down just for a second, he sees that the alpha is half hard to. He growls, a smug smile on his face. It makes another shiver run down Jimin’s arched spine, nipples getting hard when faced with the pheromones.
“Then you better do your best, little omega.”
Turning around and starting to run, he switches to wolf with a long stride, mid air. The alpha doesn’t rush behind him, still walking, not switched yet.
It scares Jimin in the most delicious way. How fast and brutal the alpha can be, if he doesn’t even bother switching yet?
Maybe it’s a trap to get him to relax, and slow down. He knows Jeongguk enough to tell it would be a huge mistake. Instead, he fastens his steps as the world blurs around him, his heart pounding with exhilaration.
“Faster, little one,” he faintly hears the alpha’s voice call out, right before he also starts running and switching then.
The crunch of leaves and twigs beneath Jimin’s paws creates a rhythmic symphony of sound, and it blends with the distant, yet powerful growls coming from afar. He darts between the trees, fear turning into arousal which takes over his whole body.
He will give the alpha one hell of a fight. That’s the only thing he knows for sure.
He glances back over his shoulder, and his breath catches in his throat. The black wolf form of the alpha is a formidable sight—Jimin can never get used to the towering, imposing figure of his no matter how many times they are together.
The alpha’s red eyes are fierce, squinted with determination, locked onto Jimin with an intensity that makes him shiver.
Even from a distance, his size is awe-inspiring, and yet despite his bulk, he is fluid on his feet. Not as much as Jimin, not so gentle and elegant when he runs, entirely different in each of his moves.
There’s something undeniably thrilling about being pursued by Jeongguk like this which calls to the most primal part in Jimin. His omega wants to be pushed into a state of submission after being chased and hunted. His whole body is on fire with adrenaline, every quick heartbeat of his a testament to the thrill of the chase.
Under different circ*mstances, Jimin would have been terrified to be chased by such a strong alpha. Now, his hole clenches around nothing, and belly tenses with the need to be filled.
He hears the alpha growl louder, more urgent as he somehow manages to quicken his pace. Their mating bond is throbbing, their wolves are more than happy to be let out.
Any minute now, he is aware that the alpha will catch up to him. It’s been months since he has run freely in the wilderness like this, his lack of practice and his body that has changed becoming a detriment to the possibility of outrunning the alpha.
And yet he tries to trick the alpha, moving swiftly between trees and trying to make his sight disappear.
He can’t stop glancing back, and with each glance the alpha gets closer and closer, his dark fur impossible to miss. There’s a wild joy in evading him, a pure, untamed pleasure in the dance of their pursuit.
Finally, the alpha catches him, and makes them both roll onto the dirt with a jump on Jimin, pinning him down.
Doing his best to roll them around once again, and to fight back, Jimin is met with a snarl from the alpha, pushing him down. He shows the alpha his own teeth with a hiss then, trying to escape the excruciating weight on top of him—he can barely move an inch.
The alpha tries to reach for his neck, to clench his teeth around Jimin’s scruff to bid him immobile. Despite his best trials, the alpha rolls him around and bites on his scruff, causing him to let out a loud whine.
Jeongguk stays like that until he is sure that Jimin submits to him, moving his body on top of the omega to get more comfortable.
Cheek pressed to the soil and loudly panting, Jimin raises his hips instinctively, already having slicked all his fur, now sticky and awaiting. Jeongguk nudges his cheek then, and even in that adrenaline high state of his, Jimin notices that he’s asking for consent.
Jimin raises his hips again, tail on the side, and just as the alpha licks his nape–
He stops. His ears perk up, clear that he heard someone else in there, alerted. The atmosphere between them shifts in an instant.
Not knowing what’s going on, Jimin lets out a whine in question, his omega moody from losing the alpha’s attention. With a soft growl and a bite on his scruff, he is pinned down to the floor. This time it is completely different, no fragment of lust remains in the alpha’s moves, he just tries to have Jimin stay put.
Jimin doesn’t listen, trying to get up, but this time the growl he gets from the alpha is threatening, and has no room in it for argument. Complying, Jimin lies down to the floor, letting the alpha get up.
Jeongguk’s muscles tense, and a low, threatening growl rumbles deep in his chest. His lips curl back, baring sharp teeth in a fierce warning, as his eyes narrow in the direction of the unseen threat.
Positioning himself between the unseen thread and his mate, he darts through the trees nearby, getting closer to the scent of the rogue. Jimin’s nose is so clogged with Jeongguk’s pheromones from before that he doesn’t even get the said threat’s scent, lying on his belly, ears flattened on his head.
The air grows thick with tension, Jimin feels so anxious about Jeongguk leaving that he can’t help but to whimper, the peaceful moment now charged with the promise of conflict.
And then the said rogue comes closer, snarling at Jeongguk with his teeth bared. It’s a big wolf with brown fur, and Jimin can actually smell how ready he is to fight, a young alpha with nothing to lose. He is not as big as Jeongguk, who doesn’t even budge from his stance, shifting so he can hide Jimin behind.
In a fight, Jimin knows by heart that Jeongguk can take the rogue down. That doesn’t mean he won’t get any harm, though.
His heart races, not with fear for himself, but with a primal need to stand beside his mate. The rogue alpha emerges from the shadows, eyes locked onto Jeongguk with a predatory intensity.
The two Alphas face off, both bristling with aggression, ready to clash in a violent display of dominance if needed.
Before the confrontation can escalate, Jimin gets up and rushes to Jeongguk’s side despite his initial warning. Quickly, he presses his head firmly against his Alpha’s neck in a protective gesture—one that wolves often use to shield their alphas, as the neck of a wolf is always the most sensitive place.
It’s a silent request for his Alpha to stay safe and avoid the fight.
But this act only fuels Jeongguk’s fury. The rogue’s presence alone was enough to incite his anger, but Jimin’s dismissal of his words and protective gesture is an affront to his pride, a challenge to his dominance.
A sharp snarl escapes his lips as he shoves Jimin back, hiding him behind his giant body yet again.
Jimin stumbles slightly but recovers quickly, his eyes wide with surprise and hurt. He wants to help, despite the alpha’s orders, he wants to drag Jeongguk back to their home, just so the alpha can avoid the fight.
Then the rogue’s scent drifts on the wind, and Jimin catches it.
He knows in an instant, slowly stepping aside to meet eyes with the rogue.
His breath catches in his throat, a flood of memories surging to the surface.
It’s him.
Suddenly his mind takes him back to the cave, and this time he has a face to put in the blurry memory of an alpha. Suddenly, he recognizes the alpha. It’s him. Minho’s biological father.
A chill runs down Jimin’s spine, his breath catching in his throat. Scent spikes so bitterly that Jeongguk steals a glance at him over his shoulder, and is taken aback by the expression he sees on Jimin’s face. Whatever that must be, it is enough to make the alpha hesitate for a second.
By the ancient laws of wolves, the rogue has a right to claim Minho, if he so pleases. By the ancient laws, Jimin has no way of denying the alpha the visits he may want to make to see his own child.
He won’t lose everything, though. His mind reminds him immediately. He is not alone. If the rogue presents any danger to them, Jeongguk would gladly rip him apart without a blink.
He realizes he has nothing to be afraid of. Not when he has Jeongguk by his side.
Despite the danger–both from his own mate’s anger and the rogue–He does something his past self would never dream of doing. He steps aside, and locks eyes with the rogue. It’s an instinctive need to confront the ghost from his past, and close a chapter if he possibly can.
The rogue Alpha seems to sense the shift in the Omega’s demeanor, and their eyes lock in a tense, silent exchange.
This agitates Jeongguk beyond belief—one look at him and Jimin sees his fury intensify, whole body shaking. He has never seen Jeongguk this angry, has never seen him shake from it.
With the loudest growl so far, his muscles tense, ready to spring, his lips curling into a vicious snarl as he prepares to launch himself at the rogue, to tear him apart for even looking at Jimin.
Something in the rogue’s expression makes him pause. That, or the way Jimin calls for him through the bond. Whatever it is, he stops from launching forward.
The rogue’s eyes, once so cruel and full of threat, now flash with confusion, and... maybe fear?
Jimin notices it then. The information washes over him like cool water, like a warm breeze.
The rogue doesn’t recognize him back. Despite their shared past, there’s no flicker of recognition in those eyes—only the instinctual terror of a wolf facing a superior threat, which is Jeongguk, standing tall and strong.
Despite his previous wish to challenge Jeongguk, the rogue snaps out of whatever little courage he had, and takes a step back, then another—he turns his back and flees.
Watching his form disappear into the shadows of the forest, Jimin feels glued to the ground. The distance between them grows and grows, enough for Jimin to lose a sense of the rogue’s scent.
He’s gone.
He is gone, he is gone, he is gone.
No one can or will take Minho away from him. Something about Jimin must have changed so much that the rogue didn’t recognize him. He’s all gone, no longer a faintly remembered threat in his life.
His heart, which had been pounding wildly in his chest just moments before, begins to calm down, the ghost of his past loaming in his mind slowly ebbing away. As if taking his head out of the water with a dying gasp, he breathes, finally feeling a chapter of his life calmed down.
As his heartbeat steadies, the Omega realizes that, for the first time in a long while, he feels truly free from the shadow of his past.
Jeongguk watches him go, his body still taut with anger, every instinct screaming at him to give chase. But the rogue is gone, and they are alone once more.
The forest returns to its quiet stillness. Jimin notices the sky is darkening already, and there are no more threats out there. Not for them. Not when they are side by side.
When his eyes find Jeongguk, however, he meets the alpha’s unfiltered anger directed towards him for the first time.
His eyes blaze with a mixture of anger and hurt, chest rising up and down so fast. Jimin braces himself for the storm that’s about to hit him. The alpha must have all kinds of questions and accusations. He knows he has overstepped. Had they been in the north, an omega would be severely punished for how Jimin behaved today.
And still, he is not afraid of Jeongguk. How can he be? There is nothing they can’t talk about.
And yet Jeongguk doesn’t seem to have the wish to talk. He turns his back to Jimin and starts walking towards where they came from. Jimin’s so not used to getting the cold shoulder, his heart hurts so much in his chest that he stumbles, following after him quietly.
They walk until they reach a clearing, Jimin a step or two behind the alpha, reeking of guilt. He doesn’t count how long it lasts in an awkward silence, could be ten minutes, could be an hour. But they reach the clearing, and the alpha switches to his human form, walking towards the edge of the water.
He doesn’t even look at Jimin, and he doesn’t have to. Jimin can sense his hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, already switched back and walking behind Jeongguk. “I didn’t mean to anger you.”
“But you did,” Jeongguk says with a tense voice. “Don’t want to yell at you, Jimin. Give me some time.”
Not masking the whimper, Jimin bites his lower lip, reaching out to touch the alpha. He doesn’t, his hand stills in the air. “Alpha, please don’t give me silence… I can’t deal with it.”
They walk into the water, it is cold, and yet that’s what they need after having ran for so long. Not to mention how it could be useful to clear their heads.
Jeongguk walks until the water reaches his hips, it’s already reaching to Jimin’s belly button. Turning towards Jimin finally, his eyes look cold, and distant. “I also don’t know how to deal with an omega who puts himself in danger twice and doesn’t listen to me. Guess we are even.”
He knows Jeongguk has a point, but the alpha also has to know he didn’t mean any harm.
“I wanted to protect you from harm,” he replies with the smallest voice possible, and it makes Jeongguk give him an angry look, and a chuckle that is nowhere near amused.
“By putting yourself in danger? By hurting my pride?”
“It was instincts,” he tries to reason. “I wouldn’t bear to see you in wounds.”
“Guess we are even in that, too.”
Jeongguk dips into the water, moving deeper into the clearing. Jimin gives him some time, stalling himself by washing his body, still reeking of guilt.
After a moment, Jeongguk lifts his head, droplets of water cascading down his face as he walks towards Jimin. He finally breaks the silence. His voice is low, tinged with a mixture of frustration and concern. "Why did you look at the rogue like that?" he asks, his eyes locking onto Jimin’s.
The question hangs in the air, demanding an explanation, while the Alpha waits, his expression blank, but Jimin knows that he is lingering on the edge of his earlier fury and hurt.
He also senses that the question is rhetorical, as the alpha already knows the answer.
Jimin hesitates before answering, swallowing hard. When he replies, his voice barely above a whisper. “I recognized him. That’s—That’s the rogue from the cave... the one who is Minho's—”
“I know who he is,” Jeongguk is quick to cut his words with an annoyed tone.
Jimin watches Jeongguk’s face closely, searching for his reaction. But except the slight twitch of his eye, his expression remains unreadable, a mask of tightly controlled emotions.
Despite the calm exterior, Jimin knows his mate too well—he can feel the tension radiating from him, the subtle shift in his posture, the way his muscles tense. The way he is all but calm.
But more than that, he knows the Alpha is hurting. The thought of losing Jimin and Minho, of being replaced in any way, is a fear that grips the alpha with an intensity that’s hard to manage.
The silence stretches between them as they stare at each other, heavy and oppressive. Jimin can sense that the alpha is still on edge, still processing everything. Maybe calculating his next move.
Jimin wants to reach out, to reassure his mate, but he hesitates, unsure of how to bridge the gap that’s suddenly opened between them. He does take a step, a small one, but nothing more. He senses that not touching the alpha is better in that moment.
“That doesn’t explain the reason why,” Jeongguk says then, voice strained with anger. “Why did you stare at him like that, Jimin?”
“It was just a curiosity,” he replies, he wants to avoid eye contact, but he knows it will make him appear guilty of sins he has not committed. “Just wanted to see…”
“See what he looked like?” A slight tilt of his head and one brow raised, Jeongguk asks. Jimin can taste the venom in his voice. “You were curious about him in general, is that it? Do you want to get to know him over a cup of tea too?”
“No!” He reassures immediately, stepping closer, scent sour from such possibilities even said out loud. “Of course not! I don’t care about him the slightest.” He adds with a small voice. “Just wanted to see how I would react. That’s all.”
Jeongguk turns his back to Jimin then, moving further away, trying to create distance between them. Jimin can sense that he is unable to handle everything, and he doesn’t wish to hurt Jimin in any way.
The distance stings, but he knows he can’t let it grow any wider. He takes a deep breath and begins to speak, his voice steady, though his heart pounds in his chest.
"I thought about this moment for months," Jimin starts, his eyes locked on Jeongguk’s broad back. "For long months I thought I would be terrified, for myself and for Minho. I thought I would run away, something I am used to, but that didn’t happen. I saw him, and I didn’t feel an ounce of fear. I just felt the need to face my past, and the comfort of knowing you were by my side."
The Alpha stops, his back still turned, but Jimin knows that he’s listening. Each word seems to chip away at the tension, easing the tightness in the Alpha’s shoulders.
Jimin takes a step closer, his voice softening as he continues. "And he didn’t recognize me. I thought it was because my scent had changed when I mated you, but now that I think about it, I think that’s not it.”
Sighing, he gets closer. “It wasn’t just my scent—it was me. I’ve changed. When he first found me, I was just a scared little omega. I was running from everyone... I was reduced to a cowardly soul. But then I found you."
He finally reaches Jeongguk, his hand trembling slightly as he wraps his arms around the alpha from behind. The alpha doesn’t move, doesn’t return the embrace, but he allows Jimin to hold him with a soft sigh.
"And you changed me," Jimin whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to the Alpha's bare back. "He didn’t recognize me because I’m not the same person anymore. The only fear I have left is losing you, and our family.”
Tightening his hold, he whispers against the alpha’s skin. “Alpha, you’ve healed wounds I didn’t even know I had."
Jeongguk remains silent, his body still rigid, but Jimin can feel the shift in him, a softening in his stance. The words sink in, and though Jeongguk doesn’t speak at first, Jimin knows that his mate has heard him, and most importantly, understood him.
The distance between them isn’t as wide anymore, and it never was.
“It terrified me, seeing you like that,” he finally confesses with a shaky voice. He returns the embrace, holding Jimin’s arms tightly, and yet remaining with his back against Jimin. Maybe because he can only confess these words when they are not face to face.
“I know, it doesn’t make sense. I know I’m being irrational. But the thought of him near you—or Minho… I was about to lose my mind, Jimin. I could snap him in two.”
“I understand that better now,” says Jimin, placing another kiss on the alpha’s spine. “But that’s not possible, alpha. Unless I am dead, nothing can tear us apart.”
With another growl, he turns around, grabbing Jimin’s head from under his chin. “Don’t f*cking use that word in the same sentence as you.”
Jimin finds it amusing, the alpha’s protectiveness even against the angel of death. But suppressing his laughter, he nods. “Alright. Whatever my alpha wants.”
“Where was this spirit an hour ago?” Jeongguk says, still annoyed.
Jimin wraps his arms around his torso, and rests his chin on the alpha’s chest then, looking up. “It was gone for a while. Now it has returned.”
The tension from earlier slightly returns, the alpha leans in to give him a kiss, resolving the problem from earlier. He captures Jimin’s lips with a fierce, passionate kiss, pouring all his emotions into it. The heated, full of the desire kiss awakens the need that’s been simmering between them for months, and Jimin responds eagerly, his hands gripping Jeongguk’s sides.
Without breaking the kiss, Jeongguk scoops Jimin up into his arms by holding him under his thighs. He squeezes Jimin’s legs, possessive and passionate, kissing him with desperation.
Jimin gasps into the kiss, immediately wrapping his legs around Jeongguk's waist, feeling the strength and protectiveness in every move.
Jeongguk pulls back just enough to meet Jimin’s gaze, his eyes dark with intensity. “I’m never letting you go,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise.
“I am never leaving,” Jimin replies, like an oath.
With that, the alpha begins to carry Jimin. The tension in the air shifts, growing more charged with each step as they approach the deeper part of the water. Jimin’s heart races in anticipation, knowing what’s about to happen.
As Jeongguk wades into the water, the coolness contrasts with the heat between them, sending a shiver through Jimin. But Jeongguk holds him tighter, ensuring that Jimin feels secure, both physically and emotionally.
His promise is carved into their bond, stronger than ever, shimmering with need to be closer.
Rushed fingers find his tight hole, preparing him for what’s about to come. They never stop making out, and Jeongguk’s arms never tire out from carrying him, or prepping him.
He kisses Jimin again and again, his lips moving slowly, reverently, as if savoring every second. He pushes his co*ck in without a warning, causing them both to pant into the kiss.
It’s been so long since Jimin’s felt Jeongguk inside, and yet it feels like yesterday, too.
He holds onto the alpha, both move with a rushed urgency, to take and to give, to claim and belong. He moans loudly, it echoes but he can’t care less. He is with Jeongguk, and no harm can ever come his way.
Too lost in the sensation, he doesn’t remember when the alpha carries them both towards the grass by the edge of the water, and lies them both there, his back on the grass and Jimin on top of him.
He f*cks into the omega with a force he has never shown before, feeling hazy, as if he is in rut, and as if Jimin is in heat. He never stops, not even when the omega cries about being close, or whispers words of ‘i love you’s.
With another bite right on his mating mark, Jimin comes, holding onto the alpha in whichever part he can, nails leaving marks behind, back arched and head thrown back.
Also coming with a loud groan, knot formed and muscles loosening up as he fills Jimin up whole, Jeongguk swiftly changes their position, panting.
Jimin doesn’t know for how long they lie like that, sweaty and connected, the world around them slipping into a peaceful quiet. The steady rise and fall of Jeongguk’s chest beneath his cheek is the only sound, lulling him into a state of blissful calm.
But then, Jeongguk’s voice breaks the silence, catching Jimin off guard. “Mina is right, you know,” he says with a chuckle, his tone light. “We should go swimming one day.”
The absurdity of the statement, delivered so casually after everything they’ve just shared, stuns Jimin for a second, and then a laugh bursts out of him, so deep and uncontrollable that it leaves him breathless, his lungs aching from the sheer force of it. The laughter shakes his whole body, vibrating through both of them as he clings to Jeongguk, tears of amusem*nt forming in his eyes.
As the laughter finally subsides, Jimin’s head comes to rest back on Jeongguk’s chest with a nod, the Alpha’s warmth enveloping him once more. He feels a deep contentment settle over him, a happiness so profound that it almost scares him.
With a soft sigh, Jimin wonders if even eternity would be enough to contain such joy. In this moment, with Jeongguk’s heartbeat steady in his ear, he feels like the luckiest person in the world.
Epilogue
Years later, Jimin comes home from work, exhausted after a very long day. The bitter chill of a winter evening clings to him as he steps inside, rubbing his hands together for warmth. The quiet, cozy atmosphere of their home wraps around him immediately, and he sighs, already feeling comforted from the mingled scents.
He had to overwork that night, Hoseok hyung needing extra help with the winter festival approaching. Although he hates leaving his family alone, he is responsible and loves Hoseok with all his heart, so he just had to do it.
He follows the sound of soft murmurs and excited whispers, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his exhaustion. When he reaches the bedroom, the scene before him makes him stop in his tracks by the door.
There, on the bed, lies his family. Mina, now ten years old, and their four year old son, Minho, are snuggled up under the blankets, their eyes wide with anticipation as they listen to Jeongguk reading a book to them. The story’s rhythm seems to captivate them, and their excitement is palpable in the air.
Jimin’s gaze shifts to their youngest daughter then, barely a year old, resting peacefully on Jeongguk’s chest. The baby is already fast asleep, she must have been lulled by the gentle rise and fall of the Alpha’s voice.
The warmth and love in the room make Jimin’s heart swell, the exhaustion of the day melting away. This is home, he thinks, with a contented sigh.
He recalls everything for a second—about the neverending loneliness he once felt deep in his bones, the exhaustion from life, and most of all, the hopelessness.
If someone had told him that this would be his life soon, he would laugh it off. This, a once mirage he thought he was chasing, is now his reality. He is living inside a mirage now, a dream come true, something magical.
He wonders what has he done in his previous life to be awarded such a life now. There is no other place he would rather be. If he could turn back time and give his lonely self a hug, he would. He would mention how great things are about to be for him.
“Are you going to stay there the whole time?”
Jeongguk wakes him up from his thoughts, joined by the excited sounds of his babies, calling him to the bed.
With a nod and a soft smile, he joins them like he always does.
