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Seokjin was exhausted. Even after sleeping in the nest, he longed for the day to be over. His instincts kept flaring up out of nowhere and trying to get him to act ridiculously. To make everything worse, a low warning spark kept pulsing, promising to throw him into heat without proper notice at any moment.
The Kim pack was doing a great job at acting “normal”, which Seokjin now realized was, in fact, courting. How had he never noticed it before? The way they doted on him wasn’t some pheromone-driven concession. It was so tailored to him. They knew when to praise him and what to say. They never went too far or undermined his authority as the eldest hyung, even Namjoon. The maknae’s whined whenever they decided he didn’t smell enough like them. It was such pack behavior.
Seokjin could hardly look back on his own past behavior without burying his face in his hands. He had done all the traditional courting stuff without even realizing. He made them food, bought them gifts, and easily accepted everything they gave in return. For three whole days, he nested in their den with that hoodie steeped in the pack scent. Any outsider would have thought they were courting for sure.
“How the hell was I supposed to know you wanted me?” The words tumbled out of him without thinking.
They were scattered around the living room, peacefully watching a drama, and he'd gone and ruined the moment like that. Ah well, blame it on his fractured mental state.
“Hyungie?” Hoseok paused the show. “What do you mean?”
“Apparently we’ve been courting for what… weeks? Longer?” Seokjin sighed. “Why didn’t any of you ask me properly?”
Jungkook shifted uncomfortably, “I… I think that might be my fault.”
All eyes turned to the maknae, who was resting his head on Namjoon’s lap. Seokjin raised an eyebrow, sensing the guilt in his tone.
“Hyungie came over a while ago and brought me a bunny plushie.” Jungkook turned to Seokjin with watery eyes. “It was covered in your scent and the paws had little hearts… I thought it was a courting gift. It’s my fault. I got too excited and jumped to conclusions.”
Seokjin thought back to that day. He’d seen the bunny in an ad online and knew it just had to belong to Jungkook. When he received it in the mail, it was just too cute to give away immediately, so he placed it in his nest for a few days. No wonder it had his scent. How had Jungkook reacted then? Bright sparkly eyes and an overexcited scent. He’d managed to initiate the courting himself without knowing. That was so long ago…
“Oh,” Seokjin sighed. “And you said you accept my offer and that I should expect your reciprocal gifts soon. How did I not hear how that sounded? Am I dumb?”
“Hyungie is one of the smartest people we know,” Namjoon cut in. “It’s not like the rest of us were any help. Kookie showed us the gift and we all just went a bit crazy. We should have thought it through, confirmed with you. Koo, it’s not your fault.”
“He’s right, love,” Seokjin confirmed with a sympathetic look. “Don’t blame yourself. I could have spoken up at some point. So many things are making sense now.”
The various gifts he got were always heavy with the pack scent. Just existing in the house couldn’t saturate something so much. They had been specifically scenting things for him, hoping that he would carry their scents with him wherever he went. The fucking hoodie should have been a dead giveaway.
“I thought you were acting weird since I’m an omega,” Seokjin brushed his hair back as confused memories clicked into place. “You’re all just weird because you like me.”
Hoseok laughed, “Hyung, we’ve known omegas before, we know how to control ourselves. And I’d rather call it endearing than weird. We didn’t want to overwhelm you.”
“And we don’t like you,” Taehyung smiled. “We loooooove you.”
There was the word again. Hearing “love” usually made his stomach lurch with dread. This time, it filled him up with warmth.
“Hyungie…” Seokjin trailed off, steeling himself. “Hyungie loves you too. All of you.”
He was granted a brief moment of peace before the entire pack was surrounding him, scenting and hugging. It was a little hard to breathe under their weight, but he just laughed. This was real. He loved them and was loved in return, for real. This was his pack. They would be his mates.
And that thought, of mating bites and rituals, proved too much for instincts to take. Heat exploded under his skin. Seokjin gasped, going still in the pack’s hold. It was time. His scent began to shift. Namjoon must have caught it immediately, suddenly pulling back to meet Seokjin’s eyes as the others squirmed to get closer.
“Your heat?”
Seokjin nodded, then moaned at the way the joint scent of the pack grew heady.
“Hey, Jinnie-hyung,” Jimin spoke softly and caressed his cheek. “While you're still with us, tell us how you want to do this.”
Seokjin shifted uncomfortably, “I… um… just need pack. Need you.”
“Bedroom? Nest? Where do you want us, darling?” Hoseok pressed a kiss to his hand.
“Bed,” Seokjin gasped when Yoongi ran a hand down his side. “Carry me?”
Namjoon scooped him up, and Seokjin leaned into his chest. He took the opportunity to nuzzle there and press kisses against the thin fabric of Namjoon’s shirt. When he was laid carefully on the bed, he flung out his arms, looking for the physical touch he ached for so badly.
“We’ll take care of you,” Jungkook sat at the side of the bed. “Hyungie do you want a knot?”
Seokjin’s brain went fuzzy at the thought. He whined, making grabby-hands at the alphas.
“Who do you want, love?” Namjoon asked, then huffed a laugh at Seokjin’s concerned survey of the pack. “You can have more than one of us lovely.”
“Dibs!” Jimin and Taehyung called at the same time, then turned to glare at each other. Before they could argue, Yoongi gave them each a gentle scruff.
“I think you two have to wait for acting like hyungie is something to bid on,” Yoongi scolded, making them stand down. “Hyung, when’s the last time you took a knot?”
Seokjin felt his cheeks grow hot, “It’s… been a while.”
Yoongi and Namjoon shared a knowing look.
“Hyungie, our pack is blessed with some very well-endowed alphas…. It might be better to work up to it.” Hoseok pet his hair. “Yoongi-ah and I can get you ready. We’ll go from there, sound good?”
Seokjin’s instincts flared, sending a wave of pain over him. He agreed between whimpers. The thought of his precious betas taking care of him was too good. He needed them immediately and pushed himself up enough to grasp Yoongi’s arm and pull him onto the mattress. Seokjin laid on his back shifting one of his pillows into place. Pack was going to take care of him.
“Are you comfortable, hyungie?” Yoongi held one of his hands. “Do you want to do it like this?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin sighed. “Wanna see your faces, wanna see pack.”
Yoongi nodded and hummed. He pressed a kiss to Seokjin’s forehead then trailed his lips down over his nose until they were kissing in earnest. Someone was tugging at Seokjin’s pants and underwear. He groaned between kisses, wiggling a bit, so eager to get out of his suffocating fabric. He needed skin contact.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’ve got you.” Namjoon’s voice was so lovely. “We’ll take care of you. Give you everything you need.”
Seokjin felt desperate tears threatening to fall and sniffled pitifully. Yoongi backed off to press another kiss to his hair and then helped get rid of his shirt. Taehyung had already stripped off his clothes. He gave Seokjin a wide smile before laying against Seokjin’s free side, throwing an arm over his stomach and nuzzling into his neck.
It was so good, too good. To be laid bare with them… it’s something he’d wanted for so long. A thrum of melancholy washed over him. He could have had this sooner if he’d just paid a little more attention. Stupid omega.
“Hey?” Someone’s hand was resting on Seokjin’s cheek, he whined and pressed into it, sniffing Jimin’s familiar scent. “Hyungie, stay with us. We love our perfect Seokjinnie-hyung. Don’t get lost in your head, okay? Focus on us, focus on pack.”
Right, pack, who loved him and were there with him in the moment. Their aroused scent completely drenched him in pheromones. He needed them so, so close. Seokjin cried out at another wave of pain mumbling some incoherent pleas until he felt his legs nudged apart and fingers prodding at his slick hole.
“Please,” he whined, looking up to meet eyes with Hoseok. “Need it now.”
Hoseok’s gaze ran over his body before he finally pressed his fingers in, drawing a moan out of Seokjin as he started to work him open. It wasn’t enough. He tried to hold back for his own sake. Pre-heat usually got his body ready for these moments, but he wasn’t sure just how prepared he was without it. Hoseok crooked his fingers, making Seokjin keen. He couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m ready,” Seokjin gasped. “Don’t need fingers, need your cock.”
“Are you sure—”
“I’m an omega in heat, I don’t need prep,” Seokjin rasped out, hoping it was true. “Listen to Jinnie and just hurry up. Omega needs you now.”
“It’s our first time, love, we just want to be careful,” Namjoon had stripped off his shirt and was watching him with a mix of love and lust.
“You can be careful with me later. We’ll have plenty of time later just…” Seokjin trailed off in another wave of pain. “Fuck, just help me now. I trust you. Just take care of me. Please, it hurts more to wait.”
That finally seemed to get through to the pack. Seokjin felt something shift in the room. Hoseok shucked off his boxers and Seokjin moaned at the pretty sight of his cock. His breath caught as Hoseok lined himself up. Seokjin tried to shift down when he felt the head of Hoseok’s cock against him, but he didn’t need to wait long before Hoseok began a glorious slow slide into him. Full. Good and full of mate’s cock. Seokjin’s body felt light. His eyes lost focus as his instincts pushed to the front again.
When was the last time he spent a heat with someone? Back in college as a reckless omega who just wanted to find someone that clicked? His heat-partners back then always disappeared right after, leaving him with nothing, not even friendship. That wouldn’t happen again, though. Now he was with his pack. They wouldn’t leave him.
Hoseok started a brutal pace, pounding into him like he’d gone feral. The others pet and comforted him sweetly, sitting around him on the bed and whispering sweet praises that he was just a little too fuzzy to understand. All he knew was that it was right. Hoseok shifted slightly and Seokjin keened, hips lifting as his prostate was drilled on every thrust.
His cock was hard and leaking against his stomach. Taehyung was running his fingertips across his hips, so close to where Seokjin wanted them, but never quite going that far. It was tortuous teasing, and he loved it so much.
“Hyungie, how many times can you cum during a heat?” Namjooned asked.
Seokjin tried to think straight, to be helpful, but it was too much work. He settled for something vague. “A lot.”
That seemed to egg Hoseok on more. Seokjin moaned at the dark look in the beta’s eyes as he chased his release, the sheer intensity of his scent. He was so focused on the beta that he didn’t notice when Jungkook leaned down to lick at his nipple, tugging one gently between his teeth, then sucking. Seokjin yelped as he came without warning, clenching around Hoseok who trusted a few more times before spilling inside him with a growl.
“Beautiful,” Yoongi smiled as he moved to take over.
Seokjin whined when Hoseok pulled out, but didn’t have to wait long before Yoongi thrust inside. His movements were slow and deep, hitting every sensitive part inside Seokjin with perfect accuracy. He keened as Jungkook moved to lick up the trails of cum on his stomach from his first orgasm.
There was a new pressure at his rim, Seokjin peered over Jungkook to see Jimin next to Yoongi. He felt a finger gently prod against him until he felt it slip in to move in rhythm with the slow thrusts.
“That’s it,” Yoongi praised. “So good for us. So good getting ready for alphas’ knots.”
Seokjin cried out when Jimin added a second finger alongside Yoongi’s cock and picked up his rhythm. It was so good to be stretched, to feel so much at all once. He found Jungkook’s hand and pressed a kiss to it before holding on tight. The other cooed at him, making his instincts sing. His cock was already hard again from all the attention.
“Tae, help your hyungie.” Yoongi instructed, keeping his tortuous, deep thrusts going.
Taehyung acted fast, moving to kiss the tip of Seokjin’s cock and lap at the head. Seokjin yelped almost bucking up, but Namjoon was quick to press his hips back into the bed. Taehyung’s large hands worked over his shaft while he used his mouth to catch precum before it could drip onto his stomach. Seokjin came when Jungkook bit his chest gently. He was going to apologize to Taehyung for the lack of warning but instead groaned as he watched Taehyung’s tongue dart out to lick up a stray drop of cum at the corner of his mouth.
Yoongi made a strangled sound as he came deep inside Seokjin. Jimin pulled his fingers free first, making Seokjin pout at the loss, only feeling more affronted when Yoongi caressed his hipbone and pulled out. Yoongi laughed lightly and gave his ass an affectionate pat.
“Empty,” Seokjin said petulantly. A dribble of slick and cum ran down into the sheets. He clenched in an attempt to keep it in.
“Not for long,” Yoongi smiled. “You can have a knot now, hyungie. Good and stretched.”
Seokjin perked up at that looking between the alphas eagerly, “Knot?”
Jimin giggled and squished Seokjin’s cheeks, “Yup. I can—”
He went silent at the low growl coming from both Namjoon and Jungkook, who turned sheepish as all eyes went to them.
“Sorry,” Jungkook’s face was flushed. “I just. Looking at you. I won’t last… I want a chance to knot hyungie.”
Namjoon’s brow furrowed, “Seokjinnie, love, do you know how many knots you need during a heat?”
“No,” Seokjin turned to hide his face in a pillow.
“You’ve never had an alpha heat partner?” Taehyung sounded shocked. He tried to coax Seokjin to meet his eyes, but the elder wasn’t having it.
“I have… just didn’t get more than one knot per heat.” Seokjin frowned, “I don’t know if I can take all of alphas’ knots… Seokjinnie isn’t enough for pack.”
“No!” Jimin was quick to start littering kisses across Seokjin’s skin. “Hyungie is perfect. Remember that. We love you so much. Perfect omega, perfect mate.”
“Jiminie is right,” Namjoon soothed. “It doesn’t all have to be today. We have so much time together now. More heats in the future and whatever you want in between them. But just one knot might do it since it’s been a while.”
Seokjin scrutinized the pack, finding them sincere. He relaxed a little, accidentally letting more cum leak out of him. He whined mournfully.
“I still standby Jimin and Taehyung getting punished for getting ahead of themselves,” Yoongi offered, gaining two betrayed looks and protests. He was sitting snuggled with Hoseok at the corner of the bed, watching with rapt eyes.
Seokjin let more of his desperate scent fill the room. The younger alphas were immediately doting on him, making his instincts flare and everything go fuzzy. He heard a round of rock paper scissors between Namjoon and Jungkook followed by a frustrated little yelp from the maknae pup.
“Koo,” Seokjin tugged at Jungkook’s arm. “Don’t be sad, you can ride hyungie.”
Jungkook’s eyes went wide, “While Joonie-alpha knots you?”
“Yeah,” Seokjin felt so happy when the potent pleased alpha scent hit him. “And Taetae and Jiminie can take care of each other, right? Let hyungie hear it all.”
The pack shifted around him, careful not to jostle him too much. He whined and complained right up until the moment Namjoon’s cock was pressing inside of him. It was so big, slowly filling him like nothing had before. Seokjin moaned wantonly hands trying to find something to hold on to until he had the betas’ hands in his.
“There we go,” Namjoon lifted Seokjin’s legs and leaned over him. “Taking alpha so well.”
Namjoon kissed him as he bottomed out, then all at once he was being drilled into the mattress, rough, but oh-so loving. He could feel it all around him, that thrum of a pack bond. The scent filling the room was thick and intoxicating. Sounds of pleasure from Jimin and Taehyung sent Seokjin further into his omega headspace as his own lurid noises accompanied them. He heard Jungkook moan and turned to see Hoseok working him open. They all smelled so good.
An unfamiliar pressure made Seokjin crane his neck, wishing he could see where the alpha was fucking him, see if his knot was swelling. His vision was eclipsed as Jungkook straddled his hips and leaned in for a sweet peck. He seemed uncertain for a moment, so Seokijn squirmed a little and drew out a desperate little whimper.
That was enough to prod at Jungkook’s instincts, his eyes glazing over then getting sharper as he raised up and took Seokjin’s cock in hand.
They both gasped as Jungkook sunk down onto him. Warmth radiated between them. Seokjin wanted to praise him for taking him so well, but he could hardly form words as Jungkook started to rock and Namjoon continued his intense chase for completion. He babbled out something unintelligible and let his head fall back in bliss.
Taehyung and Jimin’s scents were surging as they curled around each other, hands roaming while the betas took in the show in front of them. It was so, so much.
Namjoon’s knot was growing, slowly testing Seokjin’s limits. Stretching.
“Stay still and let alpha breed you.” Namjoon groaned. “Good omega. Good Seokjinnie.”
Oh.
Seokjin preened at the praise.
“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook’s eyes were glassy as he continued to rock his hips. “I love you.”
“Love you,” Seokjin repeated. “Love mates.”
Namjoon made a feral sound, his knot fully inflating as he thrust deep inside Seokjin. He cried out. It was so big, stretching him so thoroughly. No wonder they wanted him to prepare. Waves of cum filled him, making his instincts howl in joy.
Seokjin felt himself cumming inside Jungkook with a shout, matched by Jungkook as he spilled over Seokjin’s chest. Jungkook collapsed against him, breathing labored after his hard work. Seokjin nuzzled him fondly.
“Hyung,” Namjoon sounded reverent as he met eyes with Seokjin. “You take me so well.”
Seokjin grinned, feeling completely satisfied and floaty. Alpha approved of him! Knotted him! He ached for a mark to solidify their bond.
“Bite?” Seokjin asked.
“Oh, baby, not until you’re back with us,” Namjoon said. “But one day we’ll mark you and you’ll mark us too. You’re our precious mate, sweetheart. Just be patient. Focus on my knot for now, okay?”
Seokjin hummed in agreement, letting himself go limp and focusing on the warmth of closeness with the pack. Namjoon’s knot was still inflated inside him, keeping them so close. He was so happy but so tired. His instincts were quiet, passive under the heady pack scent. More warm bodies laid around him, all making skin contact. Perfect.
***
Seokjin brushed back his shower-slick hair. He admired his post-sex glow in the mirror and the marks littering his body. It had been a while since he had this particular glow to him. The heat receded after the first knot. He was torn between being relieved and disappointed. There was a small tendril of shame shifting around his head for not taking more.
There was always next time though. This wasn’t a one-time thing. Seokjin shivered at the thought of taking more than one knot in a heat. Another time. He’d work up to it until he could take all of them in one night.
After Namjoon’s knot went down, his instincts backed off. Laying there, he felt sticky and sweaty and peeled himself away from the pack on shaky legs to shower. The pack offered to help, but Seokjin really needed a second to take everything in. It had been so long since he’d been with someone and his body ached a little, but it brought a certain satisfaction with it.
Seokjin stretched before pulling on a bathrobe, admiring himself in the mirror one last time before heading back out.
The second he left the bathroom, his arms were full of alpha pups.
He laughed at their eagerness and pressed a kiss to each of their heads, “Hi, loves.”
“Hi,” Jimin smiled. “Joon-hyung said you’d be better after the heat. How are you feeling?”
“A lot better. More balanced if that makes sense.” Seokjin looked up to see his other mates watching fondly. “Go sit, okay? I want to chat.”
The pack shuffled nervously into the living room and curled together on the couch. Seokjin made a detour to the bedroom to throw on some pajamas and wrap a nesting blanket over his shoulders. Then he took a moment to collect himself.
This was his chance to clear the air. The Kim pack wanted him. He believed that, but saying it was an entirely different thing than actually joining the pack. There were dynamics to consider. And while Seokjin didn’t feel his instincts fighting him anymore, he still needed to look into any lasting effects of pseudo-rejection.
Well, nothing was going to happen if he didn’t face the pack. He internally psyched himself up before making his way to the living room. An anxious scent permeated the room. Seokjin shifted an armchair so he could sit facing the pack on the couch.
“I need time.” Seokjin started. He noted the nods in response, but also the slight sad change in their scents. He rushed to clarify, “That came out wrong. Not time away from you. I think that would fuck with my instincts. Hell, it would fuck with me as a whole. I just mean I don’t think I’m stable enough to bond. As much as it hurts to say, no bites.”
“That’s perfectly fine, hyung.” Yoongi said and the pack agreed. “Recover first, we’ll help you through it. We can have the clinic check on you and clear you before we bond. As long as you know we want you in our pack.”
Seokjin smiled, “I do. It’s hard to miss at this point. I want to set aside time to check we’re all on the same page in the future. I really can’t do a full rejection if that is what ‘pseudo’ feels like.”
“We’d never reject you,” Hoseok assured. “You won’t have to go through anything like this again. We can do check-ins. Hell, even nightly ones if that’s what we need.”
“Okay,” Seokjin felt more settled with the confirmation. “Now, make room for me. I need pack snuggles immediately.”
Seokjin sighed as they cuddled together. No bites… for now. But soon, he’d mark them as his. His Kim pack.
***
They went back to the clinic after keeping him thoroughly scented and stable for two more days. Namjoon kept reminding him that it would take a while for his instincts to stop flaring as if the sudden takeovers weren’t enough of a reminder on their own. The doctors cleared him to return to work at a part-time schedule after another two days of rest.
He didn’t want to go back. After missing so many days people would have questions he didn’t want to answer. The idea of being coerced into admitting the pseudo-rejection was terrifying. The doctors only added on more stress when they told him he was free to stay with the pack now as well. It was too much for his exhausted mind and body. He felt another flare-up coming on.
How did he ask to go to the den instead of his apartment? They had been staying together, cramped in his small apartment, taking shifts to return to their home for whatever they needed. He longed for all of them to be in one place, but was it too soon?
“What’s wrong?” Taehyung clung to his side as they left the clinic. He was falling behind the group a bit as they walked.
“Who says something’s wrong,” Seokjin huffed.
“Your face.” Taehyung poked his cheek. “All scrunched up.”
Seokjin scoffed, “I’ll have you know that my face looks perfect even when I’m upset.”
“I never said it didn’t,” Taehyung buried his nose in Seokjin’s neck and licked at his scent gland.
Seokjin nudged him away, “We’re in public.”
“Who cares?”
“Me.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. “At least wait until we’re back at the den.”
“Den?” Taehyung’s head tilted a little. “You want to go to our den?”
Oops. He would blame that slip up on the oncoming flare-up. He just hummed in agreement, making Taehyung’s eyes light up.
“Jinnie-hyung wants to stay with us!” Taehyung announced to the group.
A wave of pleased scents bombarded him.
***
“You don’t have to go in if you don’t want to,” Namjoon’s hand ran down his back soothingly.
Seokjin pouted, “I want to.”
They were standing outside of the pack bedroom. Seokjin had shooed away all the others, wanting to take it in on his own first without being too overwhelmed. He had packed up some things for his stay in the den. A lot more than he did for the three-day stay because this one might just never end. Maybe Seokjin would slowly transfer all his stuff over and they wouldn’t even notice. Just stay in the warm safety of the Kim pack forever.
“I can smell your distress,” Namjoon sighed. “You can still take the guest room, none of us will be mad.”
“I don’t want the guest room.” Seokjin glared. “I want the nest. I’m just nervous.”
As long as he’d known them, the pack nest had been off-limits in his mind. It felt strange to suddenly allow himself what he had denied himself for so long.
“I am too.”
Seokjin looked over the alpha, “Why are you nervous?”
“You might not like the nest and decide you don’t want to stay with us anymore. It’s catered to alphas and betas and I can’t help but wonder if it’s right for you.”
“Nonsense,” Seokjin tutted, pulling open the door all at once. It was easier knowing that Namjoon needed reassurance.
He was hit by the highest concentration of pack scent he’d ever experienced and went unsteady for a moment. Namjoon kept him from stumbling with a hand around his waist. Seokjin scanned over everything. Warm, earthy tones with plants scattered across the room. He could guess who had made each of the choices in the room. Everything was organized neatly, but the room looked so lived in. Seokjin’s heart ached at how much it reflected his packmates.
The nest was set up on the floor. Just two large mattresses pressed together, covered in sheets and pillows that looked so enticingly cozy. There were some pushies scattered around. He took in every little decoration and crease in the blankets. It was so lovely. He wanted to bury himself in the nest but held himself back.
His eyes landed on a light blue shade tucked between two pillows.
“Is that my cardigan?” He asked, almost breathless.
Namjoon stiffened, “Oh. We’ve had it since you left it with us and since you never asked for it back we thought it would be okay. Or that you gave it to us on purpose since we thought you knew about the courting. We wanted your scent in the nest so badly… but we probably should have asked first.”
Seokjin spun around to squish Namjoon’s cheeks between his hands, “It’s perfect. I can’t believe you kept the cardigan. It probably hardly held my scent. I could’ve done so much better if I just knew.”
“Well,” Namjoon’s words were muffled with his cheeks still squished. “We don’t need a scented cardigan if we have the real thing.”
Seokjin preened and leaned into Namjoon. They stood like that for a moment before Seokjin could no longer resist the pull of a good nest. His instincts exploded with joy as he launched himself into the soft sheets rolling a little to get his scent into the mix. Then he splayed out and smiled at Namjoon.
“Call in the others. It’s nesting time.”
The pack must have been closer than he thought because they were there in seconds, joining him in the nest with happy scents. Even Yoongi had moved fast, sitting cross-legged next to Seokjin’s shoulder and glaring at anyone who tried to get him to scooch over. Namjoon was laughing, dimples on display, as he joined them in a far more calm manner.
Being in the pack nest was an entirely different kind of comfort than his personal one. It truly felt like no harm could come to any of them in the nest. Seokjin craned his neck to look over each of his beloved packmates getting fond looks in return.
He closed his eyes, took in their beautiful pack scent, and purred, hearing his lovely mates return the sound. His mates, his loves, his pack. He didn’t need anything else.