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Jeongguk inhales deeply, marveling in the way Yoongi’s body trembles under his. He loves this, just lying in the same bed, so close to each other, so intimate. He loves Yoongi in every way. Even the smallest of things make him happy. Right now, just having his nose pressed against his scent gland, engulfed by the citruses behind his scent. Jeongguk had loved it from the very first moment. Lemon, mostly predominant but mixed neatly with what seemed to be orange and then, at the very far end of it, hidden under everything else, the sweetness of peaches. 

He lets his fingertips brush over soft skin, tracing Yoongi’s side, almost smiling at his shiver. Always so ticklish. He himself is one to talk, a single finger being placed on his waist could make him laugh with no end. He snuggles closer, letting one of his legs hook over Yoongi’s thighs. The older one is so much smaller that sometimes it seems like Jeongguk’s whole body engulfs him and makes him disappear. It also makes him love moments like these because he gets to be held by Yoongi, despite the size difference. 

It’s just that Yoongi’s hands are placed on his back, sliding up and down in a comforting manner, even though Jeongguk doesn’t need any comforting as of now. But it’s warm and gentle and he doesn’t want it to stop. Yoongi’s lips kiss his forehead, one of his hands moving to his hair and combing it backwards. 

“It so long,” he whispers, voice so soft that it can barely be considered a whisper. 

It  is  long. Jeongguk had wanted to have it that long for a while. He’d wanted to try a new style and also, of course, he’d seen the way Yoongi’s eyes lit up the first time he mentioned he would like to have it that way. Anything to make his Yoongi hyung happy. 

He kisses Yoongi’s neck, softly and closes his eyes. He moves his hand from under Yoongi’s shirt and places it on his hip, turning him to the side so that they’re both laying facing each other. He keeps his face in place, happy now that Yoongi’s legs are tangled with his. Yoongi’s hand keeps combing his hair backwards, tangling slightly with the small curls that have started forming.  

He lifts his face from where it is, for a second and almost giggles when he’s met with Yoongi’s pouting lips. It’s not something he doesn’t see much. It’s honestly something he sees every single minute of the day. Yoongi usually talks in pout-style and it increases whenever Jeongguk is away or doesn’t do what he wants. He’s a whole baby, even though he’s older than Jeongguk. 

He lets his face fall, once more and kisses the spot where his scent gland is. Yoongi sighs in content, arms wrapping tighter around him. 

“Tell me you love me,” he whines, body shifting in what seems to be discomfort. 

“I love you, baby,” Jeongguk is fast to whisper into his skin, letting his hand move over the older one’s back, all the way to his neck, massaging the skin for a moment because he knows how much Yoongi likes it. Sure enough, the omega hums, a new sigh escaping his lips and brushing against Jeongguk’s forehead. 

“I love you too, Jeongguk-ah,” he says back, after a moment. When Jeongguk stops massaging his neck and goes back to rubbing softly against his back (Yoongi tends to get distracted whenever Jeongguk touches him). “Love you so, so much,” he goes on. 

Jeongguk chuckles, letting his nose brush against Yoongi’s collarbone, that has now become exposed, since his shirt (Jeongguk’s shirt) is so big that it’s loose around his body. 

“You’re so cute,” he mumbles, kissing the spot and marveling in the beautiful sound that vibrates in the back of Yoongi’s throat. There was a time when Yoongi was fast to reply an  ‘I'm not cute’  but now, now he says: 

“Only for you, Jeongguk-ah.” 

Jeongguk loves it. He loves this Yoongi, he also loves the one he’d gotten to know, when they’d first met. He also loves the desperate Yoongi during his heats. And the complying Yoongi when Jeongguk goes into rut. The soft and gentle Yoongi whenever Jeongguk feels like the world is too big and he can’t fight it good enough. And the Yoongi that scrubs his hair in the bath, whenever they fill it up to play with the bubbles (Yoongi loves playing with bubbles even though he’d probably deny it if Jeongguk was to mention it to someone). And the Yoongi that whispers how much he loves him, in the middle of the night, when he thinks Jeongguk is asleep. 

He loves Yoongi in every possible way and won’t ever love anyone like he loves him. His alpha is sure that Yoongi is the omega they need and there’s no possible way in this planet to change that. It’s not even just now, because of how long they’ve been together and everything they’ve gone through. Somehow, Jeongguk had known it —felt it— from the very first second they met. 

∞ 

There’s a small guy next to Jimin. An omega, he notes. He’s hit with the sudden smell of citruses, his alpha delighted with the new scent. It’s different than anything he’s smelled before and there’s something else that is quick to settle in his chest, this weird feeling he doesn’t recognize makes him want to run towards where they are and just press his nose to the spot where his neck and shoulder meet, a space where he knows he’ll get a better feel of the scent.  

His hair is light blue, that’s the second thing he notices, as he makes his way towards them. The citruses turn into lemon, a bit sour but it’s balanced down with the slight presence of peaches (it’s very faint and seems far away but Jeongguk tries to keep it close because God, does it smell so good). It’s when he’s standing in front of both men that he feels it, the orange mixed up with everything. It’s more present than the peaches and now that he’s here, so close, it invades him, leaves him almost breathless.  

He’s conscious about the fact that he’s not even looking at Jimin, his best friend. He’s conscious that this short guy is looking up at him with his eyes slightly squinted, a wary expression on his features.   

Oh . He’s pretty. Like, too pretty. Jeongguk likes his small nose and his pink lips. He likes his cheeks, only a bit chubby and rosy. He likes his eyes, small and gentle. He likes his earrings, dangling and silver colored. He likes that he’s small, even a little bit smaller than Jimin (which is something impressive, seeming as Jimin is the smallest little bean there is in the world). He likes that he smells so good and that his alpha is getting uneasy because he wants to know wherever this cute omega came from.  

“Jeonggukie, this is Yoongi-yah,” he vaguely hears his best friend say. “He and  Joonie  are working on a new song! They are both so good, there’s so much that...”  

He zones out right in the middle of it, eyes still on who he now knows is called Yoongi. The omega is still looking up at him, his fingers curled around his sweater paws, since the sweater he’s wearing is so big on him.   

“Yoongi-yah,” he tries the name on his mouth, smiling when Yoongi smiles softly.  

“Min Yoongi, yes. The  Agust  D, you surely have heard his mixtape, it’s insane!” Jimin butts in, jumping excitedly on his small feet. “Sure, it’s not my usual cup of tea but...”  

Jeongguk zones out again.  Agust  D . It sounds familiar, though he’s not sure where from. What he does know is that Yoongi is smiling so sweetly and cutely and he just wants to bop his nose.  

“Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi whispers back.  

Jimin keeps talking, oblivious to the fact that  Jeongguk’s  full attention is on Yoongi and that the other one, too, is only focused on Jeongguk.  

∞ 

“Remember your blue hair?” He asks. 

Yoongi groans. 

“Don’t remind me,” he says, voice drowsy and sleepy. Of course, he’s sleepy, they’re doing nothing but staying in bed, wrapped around each other. Scenting always makes him drowsy, too. 

“I liked it,” Jeongguk replies, smiling. He did like it. He’s liked every single hair color Yoongi has had over the years they’ve been together. His favorite? Grey, just like he has it now. 

“I know,” Yoongi whispers. There’s a moment of silence during which Jeongguk concentrates on the rise and fall of Yoongi’s chest, focuses on the steady beat of his heart, wonders if his heart is already beating at the same pace, even if they are yet to mate. “Kiss me,” he whines, then. 

Jeongguk smiles widely, lifting his face from where it’s hidden, to search for Yoongi’s eyes. The older one is already looking down at him, nose brushing against his. Jeongguk lifts his chin so that his lips brush against Yoongi’s and the omega leans down to meet him halfway. Their lips press together in a kiss full of meaning, hearts starting to race, always affected by the love they feel for each other. 

Yoongi’s lips are soft against his, as always, bottom lip trapped between Jeongguk’s, every few seconds. Yoongi kisses so softly. Everything about him is soft (there are times when he isn’t as soft, Jeongguk had had a great time finding that out) and the way he kisses always manages to make Jeongguk fall so much deeper in love. 

Yoongi hums against his lips, his fingers stop moving, they still in his hair, a slight pull on it. It forces his face to remain in place while Yoongi turns into the one kissing Jeongguk and the younger one turns into the one receiving it. The omega isn’t normally one to take the lead (except when he’s in heat, he gets sort of bossy at those times), normally lets Jeongguk be the one kissing, holding and hugging. But sometimes he likes to be the one to cup the younger one’s cheeks and to kiss him with force and intention.  Sometimes . Jeongguk loves those times, too. 

∞ 

“Mine,” Yoongi says, kissing him with force. “Mine and only mine, Jeongguk-ah.” His eyes meet the older one’s, who is looking down at him because of the position they’re in. “Mine,” he repeats, as he leans down to kiss him again.  

Yes, Jeongguk thinks. Always his, forever his.  

∞ 

Yoongi hums (he always does this, it’s like a way of telling Jeongguk just how content he is with what he’s doing) as Jeongguk moves him onto his back, settling in between his legs and kissing him softly, taking the lead again. Yoongi, as usual, wraps his whole body around Jeongguk, hands splaying over his wide back, legs wrapping around his slim waist. He likes this, being cradled in the older one’s hold. He opens his eyes, mid-kiss and breaks apart slightly, so that Yoongi goes searching for his lips. When he doesn’t find Jeongguk, his eyes open and a pout forms, immediately. 

Jeongguk smiles, letting his forearms fall to the pillow, next to Yoongi’s head. His fingers comb his hair backwards, Yoongi’s eyes fluttering shut once again. 

“So beautiful,” he mumbles, leaning down to kiss his pouting lips. It’s chaste and gentle, it repeats itself over and over, until Yoongi is letting go of a soft groan, hands drowning in Jeongguk’s hair to prevent him from moving away. 

*.* 

Jeongguk finds Yoongi to be the most beautiful creature on earth. He’s beautiful in a way that leaves him strangely breathless. No matter how long they’ve known each other, how long they’ve been together, Jeongguk never stops thinking the same way. It’s just that, every day he learns some small and new detail about him. There’s also the fact that he’s so in love with him and he’s going to mate him one day. They are definitely meant to be together forever, so it’s not surprising at all that Jeongguk’s feelings never die down. If anything, they keep growing. 

He can’t even stop looking at him, half the time. Yoongi isn’t the only one in his line of vision right now but he’s the only one he seems to see. His back is to him but Jeongguk can easily recognize him. Small body, grey hair, black and long sweater, black pants. Black everything. Yoongi is a baby but he’s also a very big fan of dark colors. It’s a funny contrast, honestly. How sweet he smells yet how dark he dresses up. 

Namjoon is the first one to see him, eyes glowing knowingly, just as Jeongguk wraps his arms around Yoongi’s frame, drowning his face in his neck, from behind. He snuggles into his skin, leaving feather-like kisses on his way. Yoongi’s body slumps backwards, fingers trailing over Jeongguk’s arms, crossed over his chest. When he’s done with his brief scenting, he lets go, only to have Yoongi turn around with a frown and a pout.  

He chuckles and takes a step forward. 

“Hello, my pretty, little baby,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around him once again. 

Yoongi groans (he loves it, anyway) and hides his face in Jeongguk’s neck. 

His arms wrap around Jeongguk’s waist and his hands splay out completely over his broad back, sliding up and down as if comforting him. He always does this. He always tries to comfort, even if Jeongguk doesn’t need it. Jeongguk likes to believe it’s his omega, naturally wanting to make him feel good. He feels good, either way, just having Yoongi near. 

“I love you,” he whispers into his ear, placing his cheek on the older one’s head. 

Yoongi whispers it back, quickly. 

“Love you too, Jeongguk-ah.” 

He squeezes him tight for a second, grinning when Yoongi groans in protest at the force and lets go. Yoongi’s pout comes into view as he moves away but he shakes his head and leans down to briefly kiss his lips. 

“Gonna say hi to everyone,” he says. 

Yoongi nods and drowns his hands in his pockets, taking a step to the side. Jeongguk quickly greats everyone, honestly just wanting to be next to Yoongi for as long as possible. That’s what happens when he has exam weeks and he spends little to no time with his omega. 

“Hi, Namjoon hyung,” he greats the older alpha. They hug briefly, cheeks brushing against each other for their alpha’s to recognize each other’s scents. 

They all are like a pack, or what comes closest to one. Nowadays, that’s not something necessary or that people search for. But they’d all become so close and so easily turned to each other that they’d grown accustomed to this, to being there for each other, to greeting each other like this and trusting that there always would be protection. 

He moves to hug Jimin, too. Hugging him tighter because it makes the older one groan and push him away. He laughs and turns to Taehyung but the omega is already running to him, wrapping his arms around him. 

“You spend too much time away from us, idiot,” he mumbles, before brushing his cheek against Jeongguk’s. 

Yoongi isn’t particularly possessive (debatable, sometimes he gets fuzzy and all), he doesn’t mind this because the seven of them are a pack and family. If it was someone else, though. Jeongguk wouldn’t be surprised to have Yoongi jumping them or taking Jeongguk away to show him who he belongs too (he wouldn’t mind this, of course. But he’d never do that intentionally). 

When Taehyung lets him go, he sticks his tongue out. Jeongguk does so too and then turns to Hoseok. 

“Hey hyung,” he greets him, hugging him too. Their alpha scents mingle for a second, before they’re moving away. 

The only one that’s missing is Jin. He’s long finished studying and isn’t in the mood for any additional titles, so he doesn’t really come over to college. He also has a sort of demanding job at the company he created. So, of course he doesn’t always have time. 

There are four alphas in their pack, three omegas. And they’re great like that, they don’t really find the need for a beta to balance out the second genders. Honestly, they’re pretty stable like this. Jimin and Namjoon are doing great as a couple. They’ve been together for longer than Jeongguk and Yoongi. They’ve also mated, have been for a while now. Hoseok and Taehyung have been dating for a while, too. Took them a while but now they’ve been together for almost a year. And then there’s Seokjin, an alpha that says he doesn’t need anyone for now, only himself, work and his pack. 

He settles back next to Yoongi, pulling him in to hug him sideways. He presses a kiss to his temple and asks what they’re talking about. 

“Back hug me,” Yoongi asks, into his ear and he’s fast to comply, shifting them so that he can engulf Yoongi from behind. He settles his chin on the older one’s shoulder and smiles when he hears him hum. 

“Jimin and I were planning a field trip and we thought it would be nice for all of us to go,” Namjoon says. “There’s a town in the countryside where we can rent a cottage for a whole week. There’s s lake nearby and it would be great for us to have some time to bond as a pack and have fun together,” he explains. 

Jeongguk already  loves  the idea. College has been hectic this semester and now that his exams are over and he has vacations before next semester, he wants to make the best of it. Specially since Yoongi has some resting time, too. He’d been working nonstop on producing music and now he’s decided to take a small hiatus, because he fears his inspiration will vanish if he keeps up with too much work. 

“That sounds fantastic,” he replies, rubbing Yoongi’s belly absentmindedly. The omega has his hands on Jeongguk’s other arm, wrapped around his chest and is making these soft sounds of satisfaction that Jeongguk wonders if they others can hear. “Do we have to organize something? Or is everything already settled?” 

“I’ve already separated the cottage for next week because it’s my uncle’s. So, what would be left to do is get ready to leave,” Hoseok mentions. “We’d be taking off this Sunday afternoon. So that we can sleep there and start the week already settled,” he suggests. 

“We can go shopping tomorrow or on Sunday morning,” Jimin pops in. 

“That sounds good,” Namjoon agrees, smiling down at the omega. 

Jimin smiles back and gets on his tiptoes to kiss the older one’s cheek. Jeongguk watches them fondly. He wonders it’s how he and Yoongi look, so cute and so in love. 

“What cars are we taking?” Taehyung asks. 

“We only need two, so we were thinking Namjoon’s and Jin’s,” Hoseok says.  

Jeongguk nods. 

“I’m excited,” he says, smiling widely. “Sounds like it’ll be a great week.” 

“It will be,” Namjoon says. “We’ve been wanting to have some time off for a very long while.” 

All of them have. Even Jin, always so concentrated on work. They need this and it will be great for them. So, Jeongguk is looking forward to it. Just two more days and they’re off.  

“Wanna go home and bathe with you,” Yoongi says, out of the blue, his lips close to Jeongguk’s ear. 

Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow. 

“So suddenly?” He asks, letting go just slightly, so that he’s standing up higher, being able to look at Yoongi better. 

“Yes,” Yoongi says, eyebrows furrowing slightly and a small pout on his lips. 

Ah, always so pouty. 

“Of course, baby,” he says, smiling at him. He lets go of his body to be able to cup his face between his hands and he presses a loud kiss on his lips. “If you’ll excuse us, we have some important things to discuss,” he announces, pretending he doesn’t notice Yoongi’s cheeks turning red, trying to hide himself behind Jeongguk. 

Jimin rolls his eyes. 

“Sure,” he snorts. 

Taehyung grins knowingly and waves them off. 

“We’ll settle whatever is left on the group chat,” Namjoon says, nodding at him. 

Jeongguk nods back and takes Yoongi’s hand in his, intertwining their fingers. They walk together all the way to where the older one’s car is parked and he gets on the pilot seat because Yoongi loves letting him drive his car (and Jeongguk loves it too, obviously. He can’t wait to buy his own one). 

The drive back home is calm and relaxing. Yoongi’s fingers play with his, on his lap and Jeongguk drives with his other hand. He and Yoongi only moved in together a few months ago but they’ve already grown accustomed to living together, to going home to each other, to falling asleep in the same bed and to waking up tangled up in each other. Sure, they’d been doing that before they actually made that decision but now it’s different. It’s different because he has nowhere else to go, after seeing Yoongi. He doesn’t have another place to be, he doesn’t have another place to get his clothes from, or his toothbrush, or food. He lives with Yoongi and that’s where every other thing he needs is. 

∞ 

There’s this nervous look in Yoongi’s eyes. He’s biting on his lower lip and he’s shaking a bit. It makes  Jeongguk’s  alpha feel distressed. He releases calming pheromones, kissing over Yoongi’s cheeks, watching how he closes his eyes and sighs, body relaxing pretty fast.  

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks, once he has him like this, pliant and comfortable and calm.  

Yoongi stays where he is, on his lap. He leans his forehead on  Jeongguk’s  shoulder and leaves a soft kiss on his collarbone, over his shirt.  

“Want to ask you something,” he mumbles. His voice is shaky, somewhat worried.  

“You can ask me anything,” he assures, even though Yoongi knows this.  

“Want you to bring your clothes over,” he whispers, so low that Jeongguk is sure he’d imagined it, for a second.  

“Huh?” He asks.  

Yoongi whines in embarrassment and snuggles his face into  Jeongguk’s  neck.  

“Want you to bring your stuff over,” he says, a little bit louder.  

Jeongguk doesn’t get it.  

“What do you mean my stuff?” He asks, confused. “Are you going into heat soon? Are you asking me to bring my clothes to make your nest?” He asks. It’s weird, though. Yoongi doesn't smell like he’ll be going into heat anytime soon.  

The older one groans in frustration and ends up grabbing  Jeongguk’s  face in between his hands.  

“Want you to spend more time here, Jeongguk-ah,” he says, staring deep into his eyes. “Want you to have  all  your stuff here,” he goes on. Oh. Oh, Jeongguk thinks he knows what he’s talking about. “Want you to be here all the time, with me. Don’t want you to have to go back home.”  

Jeongguk opens his mouth to respond but he’s so surprised and it’s so sudden and he’s more than ready for that but he can’t believe it’s actually happening.  

“Don’t you want to?” Yoongi asks, a pout forming on his lips pretty quickly.  

He seems very sad, though. Just the thought of Jeongguk not wanting to makes him so sad. And Jeongguk doesn’t want him to ever be sad. He wants him to be as happy as possible.  

“I want to,” he quickly says. “Of course, I want to. I want to be with you always,” he assures.  

“You do?” Yoongi asks, eyes lighting up with excitement, as if he honestly though Jeongguk wouldn’t want to.  Jeongguk’s  never been surer of anything in his whole life.  

“I do, my sweet and pretty baby,” he whispers.   

He kisses Yoongi’s lips briefly and smiles up at him.  

“I love you so much, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi says, letting his forehead fall onto his.  

“I love you, too,” Jeongguk says back. “Forever, baby,” he promises.  

He will. Forever. He knows he’s destined to be with him for the rest of his life.  

∞ 

As soon as he parks in the garage, Yoongi is getting off the car and sprinting into the house with what seem to be giggles. It leaves Jeongguk smiling and shaking his head. Yoongi wasn’t always like this, so carefree and happy and smiley and giggly. Sure, when Jeongguk had met him, he’d been half way there. But Yoongi had once been a very closed off omega, a person that trusted nearly nobody, He’d been changing when he met Jeongguk (Yoongi had been great friends with Namjoon and Jimin had slipped in and changed him a bit, turned him less... guarded) but he’d still had a few things left in him. 

Jeongguk can still remember those days, when he’d thought Yoongi wouldn’t like him back, wouldn’t feel for him what he felt inside his heart for the omega. There had been very hard times but it had all led to this, to being happy and together. Jeongguk couldn’t be more grateful 

∞ 

“Yoongi hyung!” Jeongguk yells, knocking on his door. “I know you’re there, open the door, please,” he begs.  

There’s pain in his chest. He feels like everything is wrong and nothing makes sense anymore. He wants Yoongi, he wants to hold him and hug him and have him by his side.  

Yoongi doesn’t open the door. Yoongi doesn’t answer his phone. Jeongguk can’t see him nor talk to him. He misses him. He just wants to help him see that everything will be alright, that he can trust him, that he can open up to him.  

He sighs in defeat and lets his forehead fall onto the door.  

“I miss you,” he whispers.  

The door snaps open and he stumbles forward and Yoongi is all so suddenly jumping, arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist. And he’s whining, murmuring over and over again that he’s sorry, that he misses him too. That he misses him too, so much. So, so much.  

When Jeongguk leans back, surprised but now so content that he can feel Yoongi, his scent mingling with his, he sees that the omega’s eyes are filled with silent tears. He hates them. He shakes his head, slides his thumbs over his cheekbones, lets his nose brush against Yoongi’s.  

“Don’t cry,” he whispers. “Please, don’t cry. I’m right here. I’m here with you,” he assures.  

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” Yoongi mutters, a pout forming on his lips.  

Jeongguk leans forward so fast towards his neck, desperate to scent him and take his pain away. But he’s never done that before. He’s never breached that line. Yet Yoongi is in his arms, whining and so sad and—  

“Scent me,” he says, fingers fisting the material of his shirt, over his back. “Scent me, Jeongguk-ah. Please, scent me.”  

Jeongguk just can’t say no to that.  

∞ 

When he reaches their bedroom, he already knows that Yoongi must be in the tub, filled up with hot water (probably bubbles, too because Yoongi really,  really  loves them). He shakes his head, still smiling widely and takes his jacket off, followed by his shoes. He walks towards the bathroom and opens the door fully, smile growing when he sees Yoongi is inside the water, drowned all the way to his mouth, just everything above his nose, out of the water. Hi eyes find Jeongguk’s and the crinkle closed, when he probably smiles. 

Jeongguk smiles too, quickly taking his shirt off, smirking when Yoongi’s eyes trail down his chest, his abdomen. He’d grown a lot physically, since the day they met and Yoongi had seen it happen but had still seemed so surprised as he saw the changes. He’d drooled a little, too. Jeongguk always reminds him of that day. 

He doesn’t say anything, just slides his jeans down, lets them fall onto the small pile of clothes on the floor, where Yoongi had already left his own clothes. He takes his boxers and socks off, too. And once he’s naked, he steps into the bath tub, watching how Yoongi pulls his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around them. 

Now, the tub is big. But Jeongguk is really tall and his legs are parted, caging Yoongi’s body, effectively. He lets his hands move forward, easily touches Yoongi’s legs and pulls at the softly, from his ankles, urging him to come forward. The older one follows, settling in between Jeongguk’s legs, his own one's crossed. Now that he’s fully sitting, the water hits the middle of his chest, foam sliding down his skin. 

Jeongguk looks at him. It’s something he’s grown to like so much. Staring at Yoongi is beautiful in so many ways. He’s so pretty and perfect and wonderful. His skin is soft and he reaches out to trail his fingers over his chest, over his shoulders. He massages the skin ever so softly, before he’s holding his face in between his hands and leaning forward to kiss him. 

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, in between soft kisses. 

“You’re so hot,” Yoongi replies, humming in content. 

It makes Jeongguk laugh, inevitably. 

The water feels hot and good against his skin. It’s relaxing, something he needs now that his exam week is over and he can finally rest. He reaches behind him, grabbing a bottle of shampoo and pouring some on the palm of his hand. Yoongi’s lips turn into a relaxed smile as his eyes flutter close and he lets Jeongguk soap up his hair. He takes his time doing so, making sure that nothing gets into Yoongi’s face. He scratches his head softly, smile growing when Yoongi sighs and slouches forward, no longer sat straight. 

When he’s done, Yoongi opens his eyes, drowsiness present in his gaze. He gets so sleepy whenever Jeongguk is taking care of him. Fuck that. Honestly, he gets sleepy whenever Jeongguk so much as touches him. He loves sleeping, so there’s no surprise there. He just naturally relaxes whenever Jeongguk is near. 

He leans back when Yoongi slides closer, reaching for the shampoo to pour it on Jeongguk’s long hair. He scratches his scalp and lets the foam spread all over his dark locks. It has Jeongguk trembling pleasantly because it feels just great. He lets his hands find their way to Yoongi’s waist and slides his thumbs over his stomach, to his lower abdomen. He draws circled patterns over his wet skin and lets his eyes flutter closed while enjoying the moment. It’s been a while since they last bathed like this, together. A shower together had happened in the middle of his exam week but only because he’d been stressed and Yoongi had wanted to help him relieve some of it, in the best of ways. 

When Yoongi is done, he opens his eyes to find Yoongi staring at him, eyes heavy with tiredness. 

“Is my baby so relaxed already?” He asks, cooing and sliding his hands over his neck, down his shoulders. 

“Mhm,” Yoongi only hums, leaning into the touch. 

“Let's hurry up then,” Jeongguk suggests, before helping him turn around. 

He makes Yoongi scoot over and turns on the water flow, reaching behind the older one. Yoongi is fast to glue himself to Jeongguk’s chest, nose drowning in his neck, the lemon scent immediately surrounding him. It makes him stop for a whole minute, distracted because of it. There’s just this difference between scenting Yoongi and being scented by him. The first is something that wakes in Jeongguk a desire to never let go, to hold him close and forget that everything around them exists. It’s a feeling that just never changes, hasn’t changed since the very first time. 

∞ 

Jeongguk is nervous. He’s not sure as to why. It’s not the first time he’ll be scenting someone. But this is Yoongi. This is Yoongi who smells like lemons and peaches and oranges. This is Yoongi who he’s been falling in love with, for the past months. This is Yoongi who he met because it just had to happen and who he doesn’t ever want to let go. This is Yoongi, the omega he wants to make happy.  

He takes a deep breath, heart beating so fast. When he leans forward, his nose barely touching Yoongi’s scent gland, the whole world seems to explode around them and Jeongguk gasps, causing Yoongi to gasp, too. After that, he just can’t stand being away. He drowns his face in Yoongi’s neck, lets the older one’s whine fill his chest with warmth. He lets the scent invade him, lets his scent mix with Yoongi’s. He trails his nose down his neck, then moves to the other side. He loves the way Yoongi is presenting himself, tilting his head to the side to let Jeongguk take all he wants.  

It’s so good. It feels so warm and like home and he can’t help it when he parts his lips, kisses his skin. Yoongi gasps, fingers drowning in  Jeongguk’s  hair and it’s so good. It’s great. Jeongguk never wants to let go. He’s stumbles forward, making a move for the entrance but then he remembers Yoongi never invited him in and he’s never been inside, either. He has no right to—  

“You can come in,” Yoongi urges, pulling at his hair. “Take me inside.”  

Jeongguk does. He steps inside, closes the door with his foot and doesn’t stop until he reaches Yoongi’s room, guided by his lingering scent. There, he falls asleep wrapped around Yoongi for the first time in his life.  

∞ 

And then there’s having Yoongi scenting him and it feels so intense that he can’t breathe properly, it settles in his chest a feeling of belonging, a feeling of turning into a part of Yoongi, an extension of him, out of his body. It feels just as beautiful and great but it also has that slight different that Jeongguk always loves. 

He comes back from the brief distraction and checks that the water flow is hot. Then, he wraps an arm around Yoongi’s waist, places his other hand in his hair and tilts his head backwards. It’s a bit of a torturous thing, honestly. He doesn’t regret it but he does. Yoongi’s neck is exposed for him and he wants nothing more than to lean forward and slide his nose over the expanse of skin that has been presented. He doesn’t, though and tries to focus on his job in hand. He makes sure that water doesn’t fall onto Yoongi’s face as he tilts his head a bit more, so that the foam is being brushed away. He uses his fingers to comb his hair backwards and doesn’t stop until Yoongi’s hair is finally rinsed. 

Only then does he lean forward, lips mouthing at the base of Yoongi’s neck. The older one gasps because it’s sudden but his hands move to fall on Jeongguk’s shoulders, holding himself up. His skin is so slippery. Jeongguk growls softly at the back of his throat, licking up the older one’s neck, until he reaches under his jaw. Yoongi whines softly, fingers drowning in Jeongguk’s hair. 

That seems to bring them back to reality because Jeongguk still has shampoo in his hair and suddenly Yoongi wants to rinse it off. They come closer as they try to shift positions but it’s not working because Jeongguk is  big . 

“You’re such a huge baby,” Yoongi mutters, when they fail to move around. 

Jeongguk laughs and leans forward with pouty lips. 

“ Your  huge baby,” he whispers. 

Yoongi smiles lovingly. 

“ My  huge baby,” he agrees, before kissing his lips briefly. “Come here,” he adds in a whisper, leaning back and motioning for Jeongguk to turn around.  

Jeongguk does as he’s told, before Yoongi brings him back to rest on his chest. His head falls backwards, onto the older one’s shoulder and Yoongi’s legs wrap around his waist, keeping him close. He feels the spray of water falling onto his hair and Yoongi’s hand slides back, keeping it out of his face and rinsing the foam away. 

After a while, even when his hair is probably foam free already, he feels Yoongi reach out to turn it off and then they just settle in comfortable silence, keeping close to each other. Jeongguk could easily fall asleep like this, in Yoongi’s arms. 

He feels Yoongi’s lips trailing over his shoulder, softly and then there’s just peace and quiet. He lets his eyes drift closed and feels Yoongi’s hands settling on his chest. Nothing happens for a long while. They just stay in place, relaxed and happy. Content. But then Yoongi murmurs something about turning into a raisin and it makes Jeongguk laugh. 

They soap each other up patiently, using the tub’s water to take the foam away and very quickly, they let the water drain, stepping out to dry each other off. Yoongi works his way over Jeongguk’s chest and belly while Jeongguk focuses on his hair. And then they switch, Yoongi getting on his tiptoes to dry off Jeongguk’s hair and the younger one drying off his body. They don’t always get the chance to take their time like this, to take care of each other so patiently and slowly, so they’re trying to make the best of it. 

By the time they’re both wearing their matching pajamas (Yoongi would deny this too, if Jeongguk were to mention it to someone) and slipping into bed, Jeongguk feels like he’ll pass out immediately. It doesn’t really help that Yoongi is combing his hair backwards with his fingers, lips pressed against his exposed forehead.  

He whispers  ‘ i  love  you’s ’  while Jeongguk falls asleep, arms wrapped tightly around the omega’s waist. 

*.* 

Yoongi sleeps almost the whole drive towards the country side. Namjoon is driving and Jimin is sitting by his side, half asleep but half smiling up at him. Jeongguk just keeps looking back and forth between the window and Yoongi’s sleeping form, on his lap. He’s so small that he fits perfectly with his head on Jeongguk’s lap and his legs brought up to his chest, sleeping on his side. 

They’d all met up at Yoongi’s house and had parted from there. Jin, was taking Hoseok and Taehyung, while Yoongi and Jeongguk went with Namjoon and Jimin. They’d parted form the city at about five in the afternoon and now that the sun is coming down and the night is taking over the sky, Jeongguk loves how it looks as tall buildings turn into small houses. He can’t wait for this week to officially begin. 

He looks back down at Yoongi and smiles, combing his hair backwards, grey locks falling out of his face. He’s so beautiful and so calm. Jeongguk loves him so much. Having him there, reminds him of the first time he saw him sleeping, curled up in the exact same ball, at Namjoon’s studio. 

∞ 

Jeongguk doesn’t remember ever being this attracted to someone, this drawn to someone. Sure, there have been omegas that have caught his eye, alpha’s too, betas. People. Just people. But this is on a whole new level. His alpha wants, desires, asks for him to move around, to search for that delicious scent.   

He keeps asking Jimin about him, he keeps trying to cross paths with him. But Yoongi is older and he’d only been at college for that thing he had to do with Namjoon hyung. So, they don’t cross paths.  

Hos alpha is too stressed out and frustrated.  

But then he opens the door to Namjoon’s studio (Jimin had told him to go over because there was something he wanted to show him) and there he is. Lemons and oranges and peaches, all in the size of a small ball, curled up on the couch. He looks so peaceful and beautiful, light blue hair a mess on his head.  

Jeongguk smiles widely. Maybe Jimin is really the best friend of them all.  

∞ 

Jeongguk lets his head fall backwards in the seat. He should sleep a bit, at least. The night has settled and there’s not much left to see. He looks up and his eyes meet Namjoon’s through the rear-view mirror. The older alpha nods and Jeongguk nods back, before closing his eyes. 

It doesn’t feel like much time has gone by, the next time he opens his eyes. Yoongi must have moved at some point because now he’s pressed to his side, knees still brought up to his chest but now he’s settled in a ball right under Jeongguk’s arm, cheek pressed onto his chest.  

As he shakes awake from sleep, Yoongi stretches too, legs falling back down. He brushes his cheek against Jeongguk’s chest and then lifts his face to nose at his jaw. 

“Jeongguk-ah,” he mutters, voice hoarse with sleep. 

“Hm,” Jeongguk hums, eyes closing again because he still feels sleepy. 

He pulls Yoongi closer with his arm, hand on the older one’s hip. 

“Love you.” 

It sounds so nice when he says it like that, so sleepily and so drowsily and so calmly. Jeongguk smiles and lets his face drown in Yoongi’s hair. 

“Love you, too,” he mumbles. 

“We’re almost there, lovebirds,” he hears Jimin say, from the front seat. “Don’t fall asleep again.” 

Jeongguk nods but takes a few more seconds before opening his eyes again (he’s not sure of when he’d closed them). Yoongi groans and moves, suddenly. He slips onto Jeongguk’s lap and they both ignore Namjoon’s protest ( ‘oh, come one. We’re almost there, don’t start with that’ ) because Jeongguk knows he’s smiling and happy that they’re happy. 

Yoongi settles with his knees at either side of Jeongguk’s thighs, his arms wrapped around his neck and face drowned in his chest. He’s so small. God, Jeongguk loves him so much. He lets his hands rub up and down his back, softly. His chin falls onto Yoongi’s head and he finally opens his eyes, looking through the window. It’s still very dark outside but there are a few houses with their lights on. 

He doesn’t really look, anyway. He feels tired and sleepy, still. So, he just focuses on cradling Yoongi against his chest and leaves kisses all over his hair, forehead and cheeks, when the older one tilts his face up, lips forming a pout. 

It’s not long before they’re arriving, Namjoon stopping the car in front of a house. Jeongguk pats Yoongi’s ass (because it’s something they always do) and Yoongi groans in protest, before moving away from his chest. 

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, eyes still closed and lips still pouty. 

“We just have to take everything inside and then we can go to sleep again, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, kissing his lips once, twice and then stopping, grin growing when Yoongi leans forward to kiss him again and misses, his nose bumping into Jeongguk’s jaw. He groans again and Jeongguk leans forward to kiss his nose. “Come on, just a few minutes.” 

Yoongi sighs but nods, finally opening his eyes, ever so slowly. 

Jimin keeps bothering Yoongi, poking his waist and telling him he’s a baby. Yoongi fires back that he’s exactly the same and honestly, they both are a pair of babies. Jimin is just as soft for Namjoon as Yoongi is for Jeongguk. So, there’s no actual fight there. Meanwhile, he and Namjoon grab the suitcases from the back of the car and motion towards the house. 

Jin, Taehyung and Hoseok had already arrived a few minutes before, so they all have their rooms settled. Jin is in the first room of the corridor and Hoseok and Tae are at the far end. 

Jimin and Namjoon are just in front of Jeongguk and Yoongi, at either side of the middle of the corridor. They agree through the group chat that they should eat something before sleep and half an hour later, after having put their things away (a part of them because Jeongguk had been distracted by Yoongi clinging to his back, while rubbing his small nose over the back of his neck), they all settle in the kitchen to cook something fast. It ends up being Jin who cooks, since he loves it so much and always has this need to take care of all of them. Namjoon might be the alpha that they considered the pack alpha but Jin is the oldest of them all, therefore, the one that never failed to be there for his younger brothers. 

They end up getting distracted and talk until tiredness is taking over them. It’s then that they say their goodbyes and all head for their rooms. Jin stays behind and Jeongguk notices. He’s going to wash all the dishes, it seems. He looks at Yoongi briefly, leaning down to whisper into his ear. His hand settles on the small of his back as he starts talking. 

“Gonna help Jin hyung clean up. Wait for me in bed?” 

Yoongi nods and kisses his cheek briefly. 

“Won’t be awake, though,” he mumbles, eyes already half closed. He rubs his eye cutely. Fuck, he’s so cute, just why? “Tired.” 

Jeongguk smiles widely at him and kisses his forehead. 

“Go sleep, baby.” 

When Yoongi is walking away, he slaps his ass softly and pokes his tongue out when Yoongi glares at him before keeping on with his way. 

Jin is humming to himself when Jeongguk comes back into the kitchen and he turns to look at him for a second, surprised. 

“Jeongguk-ah,” he says, smiling. “Missing me already?” 

“Of course, hyung,” he says, leaning next to his side with a drier in his hand, receiving the clean plates and putting them away. 

“I’m honored that Yoongi-yah is giving you to me for a few minutes,” he mentions, making Jeongguk chuckle. 

“He’s sleepy,” he concedes. 

Jin nods, still smiling and they settle in comfortable silence while Jeongguk puts the things away. It’s not frequently that he gets to be alone with Jin. The older one is always so busy with work and Jeongguk also has busy days with college. He bites the inside of his cheek, a question he’s had in mind wants to make its way out of his mouth. He always wonders, always worries. Maybe he can finally ask. 

“Jin hyung,” he starts, the question at the tip of his tongue. 

“Yes, Jeonggukie?” Jin asks, focused on rinsing the dishes. 

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” he begins, hesitant. He’s not sure this is a question he should be asking but he worries about him a lot. He’s family in Jeongguk’s eyes and he just wants him to be happy. Wants him to know he can talk to him, if he needs to. “It’s just that... I’m so grateful that I met Yoongi hyung, you know? My life feels complete ever since the first time I saw him and I just worry about you. You’re older than hyung. I want you to be happy and— 

“And I’m getting too old to find a mate?” Jin interrupts, a smile on his lips as he stops rinsing and focuses on him. “You’re going to mate Yoongi, huh?” He asks. The question is sudden but Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. 

“I plan to, yeah,” he breathes out. 

It makes his cheeks heat up. He’s been thinking about it. He wants it. He’s sure Yoongi is the one and he doesn’t ever want anyone else. He just has to talk with the older one about it. There are things that have to be settled, things that he can’t just pretend aren’t there. He’s not a kid, he knows life is hard and that mating is a responsibility. So, he’s preparing for that. 

“I’m glad you two have each other,” Jin mentions, going back to his job. “I know I’m not exactly young anymore,” he says, then. “I still have a handsome face, though. Don’t think it’ll be a problem finding someone,” he adds. Jeongguk laughs because that is so Jin. “But I know,” he goes on and his voice changes, turns somewhat sad and resigned. “I can wait, Jeonggukie. The right person will come, eventually,” he assures. 

Jeongguk wonders if this is something he tells himself every day because it doesn’t sound like he’s entirely convinced. He doesn’t like it and the feeling lingers in his chest even after they’ve finished cleaning up. He can’t help but whine softly, wrapping his arms around his hyung and brushing his cheek against Jin’s in the best comforting manner he has. The older one chuckles and holds him, reciprocating the scenting. 

“It’s okay, Jeongguk-ah. I’m alright.” 

Jeongguk still isn’t entirely sure but he moves away and grasps the older one’s shoulders. 

“I hope you find them soon,” he says, showing him a small smile. 

Jin smiles and pats his arm. 

“I hope so too.” 

When Jeongguk is making his way to the room, he doesn’t feel much better about it. He doesn’t want Jin to be sad and even if the older one says that he’s okay, it doesn’t seem like he really is. It seems to hurt him not having someone by his side and Jeongguk can tell that him turning only to work is his way of shoving that pain away. 

As soon as the door to their room closes behind his back, he’s met with Yoongi in pajamas, in the middle of the room, facing him. He has his phone held out in front of him and the screen comes to life to show Jeongguk the time. 11:11. 

∞ 

11:11.  

“I doubt that can really happen, Jeongguk,” Yoongi says. “There’s nothing special about eleven in the night.”  

“Eleven and eleven, hyung,” Jeongguk corrects. Yoongi shakes his head and Jeongguk smiles widely. “I’m going to make my wish anyway,” he warns.  

He does. He wishes for Yoongi. Yoongi and only Yoongi.  

“What did you wish for?” The older one asks, curiosity coloring his voice.  

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” he says, pointing his finger out.  

Yoongi rolls his eyes and slides a bit further down in his seat.  

Jeongguk smiles widely and ever so slowly, he lets his arm drape over Yoongi’s shoulders. The older one tenses up for a second before relaxing against  Jeongguk’s  body, his side pressing to the younger one’s. It makes him smile even more.  

“I wished for holding your hand hyung,” he whispers, lips close to Yoongi’s ear.  

The older one doesn’t move, seems frozen in spot.  

“You’re not holding my hand, though,” he says. Still not moving.  

Jeongguk lets his other hand move to Yoongi’s, that are clasped together in between his legs. He takes them out softly, marveled about the fact that the older one doesn’t put any resistance and he places his right hand on his thigh, palm open and facing upwards. It’s then that he slides his own fingers over Yoongi’s hand, intertwining them with his.  

There’s a long beat of silence. There’s nobody else around, it’s late and the train goes empty at this time of the night. It’s just them and their soft breaths. Jeongguk feels nervous but also like nothing could be better.  

“Now I am,” he whispers, his breath making Yoongi’s hair move slightly.  

The older one startles but his hand doesn’t move away, his body doesn’t move away. He stays in place, eyes seemed to be glued to their hands.  

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that, Jeongguk-ah,” he whispers. Low. So low.  

Jeongguk’s  stomach swoops and his heart starts beating faster when he says:  

“It works however we want it to, hyung.”  

∞ 

"I wish to have you forever,” he says, quickly striding towards Yoongi. 

The omega groans. 

“You always wish—” he’s in the middle of saying, when Jeongguk cups his cheeks and leans down to kiss him. 

He takes his time with it, lets his fingers slide softly towards Yoongi’s hair, drowning in it, pulling at it, tilting his head backwards. The omega sighs and goes with it, his hands falling to his sides, apparently boneless. 

Jeongguk breaks away and smiles down widely at him. 

“—for me,” Jeongguk finally finishes. 

“Because I only ever want you,” Jeongguk says. 

Yoongi looks up at him. He puts the phone in his pocket and then gets on his tiptoes, hands on Jeongguk’s shoulder. 

“I only ever want you, too,” he whispers, against his lips. 

Just him. Only him. Jeongguk is beyond happy, so happy. So in love. 

“I wished for you to finally come into bed with me,” Yoongi says, then. 

Jeongguk lets go of a laugh and shakes his head. 

“Why do I even like you?” He asks. 

Yoongi smiles widely. 

“Hurry up and get in your pajamas,” he says, pouting. “Wanna sleep.” 

Such a baby. 

“On it, baby,” he assures, kissing him one last time. 

He takes his clothes off and quickly changes into his pajamas, turning the lights off. When he gets under the covers, Yoongi forces him (it’s not really forced, though) to spoon him. 

“Scent me,” he whispers, voice already drowsy. 

This little baby. He literally  loves  sleeping. Jeongguk wouldn’t be surprised to find out that he loves it just as much as he loves him. 

He lets his nose brush over Yoongi’s neck, making sure to spread his scent all over the omega’s body. When the older one goes limp in his arms, he smiles knowingly and snuggles closer, arms wrapping tighter around him. 

“Good night, my sweet and pretty baby,” he whispers into the dark room. 

Yoongi just hums, clearly already falling asleep. 

*.* 

Yoongi groans when Jeongguk’s fingers dig into his hips, keeping him from squirming. He’d honestly only brought Yoongi here to kiss him because he’d been desperate to do so (he always is, why deny it?). But Yoongi is getting handsy and seems to want a little bit more. 

“Not now, baby,” he whispers, breaking away for a second. 

Yoongi breathes deeply, probably catching his breath. They’ve been kissing for hours (clearly just minutes but for Jeongguk it doesn’t feel that way) and he’d forgotten about that little detail: that he has to actually breathe to not pass out. He takes a deep breath, too and lets his forehead fall onto Yoongi’s, trying to calm down. 

Yoongi’s lips are shining red, cheeks tainted in red, too. He looks so fucked out. Jeongguk wants to, too. But he’d only planned a long and slow make-out session. He can’t— 

“Why not?” Yoongi demands to know, fisting Jeongguk’s shirt and pulling him closer. 

Jeongguk stumbles forward, body pressing against Yoongi’s. He smiles. 

“Because you smell so  good  when we’re having sex and I will not let anyone get a single bit of that,” he points out. 

Yoongi’s blush grows and he hides his face in Jeongguk’s neck. The younger one chuckles and hugs him, wrapping his arms completely around his smaller body. They’re starting to calm down already. They can continue it in the night, when everybody else is sleeping. Or maybe that’s not a good idea. He doesn’t want anyone else to hear how good Yoongi sounds, he doesn’t want anyone else to be able to smell his delicious scent. 

It’s gets so much stronger, so much sweeter, whenever they’re together. And when he’s in heat —fuck, when he’s in heat. Jeongguk shakes his head to clear his thoughts and Yoongi hums. 

“You smell like you’re having splendid thoughts,” he mentions. 

Jeongguk laughs. 

“Yeah, they are splendid,” he agrees. “But we’re gonna have to wait until the week is over,” he says, leaning away but complying when Yoongi pouts and holds on tight. He smells calmer and doesn’t seem to want things to go further, anymore. 

“You can’t just bring me to where nobody can see us, kiss me like  that  and then  stop ," he says, always pouting, always frowning. 

Jeongguk smooths his thumb in between his eyebrows. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers and he honestly is. “I just wanted to kiss you so bad,” he whines, pouting. Yoongi always get so mushy when Jeongguk is pouting. And, true to his normal self, he coos, hands cupping Jeongguk’s face. He pouts back, as if he can’t help it. “You look so good in these swim trunks,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss at Yoongi’s neck. 

The omega whines, head falling backwards to give him better access. Jeongguk keeps kissing, kips taking in everything he can. His hands start sliding downwards, to Yoongi’s ass but he stops himself midway. Nope. Just kissing, he’d only been planning to kiss him. God, how lost the omega has him. 

∞ 

There’s a hunger in  Jeongguk’s  lower stomach that he’s never felt before. Perhaps it’s because it’s late and his mind is fuzzy with all the dancing he’s done tonight. Perhaps it’s because of Yoongi. Yes. Definitely Yoongi. Has to be his pants, clinging to his ass. Fuck, his ass. Has to be his shirt, tucked into the waistband but the buttons at the end of it have fallen open and there’s a small triangle of skin that Jeongguk can see and it looks so good. Yoongi looks so good.  

He feels his heart beating faster as the omega approaches him, wrapping his arms around his neck. He seems so delighted to have his attention, to have him like this, wanting, desiring. Now Jeongguk has always desired him, has frequently found himself stopping after intense make-out sessions, wanting to take it slow. But this, tonight, it feels so intense, so... fuck, he can’t even explain it.  

There’s a tingling sensation at the small of his back and he wants to just—  

“Jeongguk,” Yoongi gasps when  Jeongguk’s  hands find his hips and pull him flush against his own. Feels good. So good.  

“I just want to kiss you so bad,” he murmurs, even though it’s not just that. It’s clearly  not  just that.  

“Kiss me,” Yoongi breathes out.  

And so, he does. He kisses and kisses and kisses. His tongue swirls around Yoongi’s, his teeth graze his lower lip, his hands move to the small of his back and he’s suddenly grinding against his hips and he stills, lost in how good it feels.  

“Don’t stop,” Yoongi whines, pressing close, trying to keep moving.  

Jeongguk shakes his head to stop the hazy feeling.  

“Not now, baby,” he whispers.  

Yoongi had asked to wait. Had asked to take it slow. And Jeongguk had wanted that too. Had agreed. Had actually been wanting to suggest it, before Yoongi stole the words out of his mouth. And he’s going to go through with that. But tonight just feels so intense that he’s getting carried away.  

“I know,” Yoongi whispers, letting his forehead find  Jeongguk’s . “I know.”  

∞ 

“Am I tripping or did you say until the week is over?” Yoongi asks, bringing him back to the present. 

Jeongguk blinks, confused for a second. But then he recovers and nods. 

“I  did  say that,” he replies. 

Yoongi makes a face. 

“Why the whole week?” He whines, tugging at Jeongguk’s shirt and shaking him back and forth. 

Jeongguk laughs and lets his hands fall onto the wall, partially to keep himself steady and also to keep himself from trying to touch more of Yoongi. 

“Because I don’t want anyone else to hear you,” he whispers, leaning forward until his nose brushes Yoongi’s. The omega’s eyes close and his lips part. “I don’t want anyone else to smell you,” he goes on, closing his own eyes. 

Those things, he wants to keep them to himself. 

“It’s been so long,” Yoongi whines again, pout intensifying. 

It  has  been so long. They’d been very horny in the past. After their first time together, they’d go at it every day, sometimes twice a day. But then, when time went by and their relationship settled into something calmer, something relaxing, it had turned into something that they didn’t really need that desperately. Sure, there were times when they got lost in pleasure and need, desperation seeping through every single one of Jeongguk’s veins. Heats and ruts were always pleasantly needy. But they’d really settled into a soft tide and Jeongguk couldn’t want it any other way. 

Of course, they normally made each other feel good, at least once a week, surrendered to the other’s touch. At least once a week. They hadn’t been able to do so in more than two, if he’s not mistaken. College had had him far too busy and Yoongi’s work, plus his additional college lessons had had him just as busy. By the time this week is over, it’ll be three weeks. Of course, they’re turning a little bit desperate. 

“I know,” he whispers. “We’ll be home soon,” he says, even though there’s still six days left. “And I’ll take good care of you,” he promises. 

Yoongi nods, lets his forehead fall to Jeongguk’s chest. They stay there in silence, waiting to come down from everything, waiting for everything to settle calmly, again. It’s only then that they go back to where the rest are still having fun, in the lake. Currently, Tae and Hobi are swimming around each other, just fooling around and smiling. Jin is sitting by the shore, staring at both of them. Jeongguk frowns but then he notices he’s actually looking ahead, apparently lost in thought. Namjoon and Jimin are lying next to each other, hands together in between their faces and clearly fast asleep. 

“I don’t think they were missing us,” Yoongi mutters but he doesn’t sound angry, not even frustrated. 

Jeongguk gives his hand a soft squeeze and kisses his forehead. 

“Wanna get into the lake?” He asks. 

Yoongi seems to consider it for a second, before he’s nodding. 

The water isn’t cold, as Jeongguk would have expected but Yoongi clings to him, anyway. He jumps and wraps his legs around the younger one’s waist, holding on tight. Jeongguk laughs and shakes his head but holds him tight, too. He keeps moving into the water, until it reaches the middle of his chest. And Yoongi is so small that he’d probably be struggling to touch the ground. Jeongguk smiles against his hair. He likes this so much, just having the older one with him, close. 

“That could barely be considered swimming,” he hears Hoseok say and he turns around to find him and Taehyung swimming close to them. 

He lifts his eyebrow. 

“Don’t pretend like you weren’t just splashing around with Tae a few minutes ago,” he points out, feeling Yoongi move around in his arms. 

The older one doesn’t stop holding on to Jeongguk’s waist with his legs but he does stop holding on tight to his neck, so that he’s able to turn his face towards the other pair. 

“Yah, leave us alone,” he says, sticking his tongue out. “We can be disgustingly cute if we want to.” 

It makes Jeongguk laugh and kiss his temple, before closing his eyes and just letting himself feel the water surrounding them. 

“Well, then. We can be, too,” Hoseok says. 

Jeongguk doesn’t have to open his eyes to know that they’re probably hugging now, maybe even kissing. He hears Yoongi groan and then feels his forehead falling to his. Only the does he opens his eyes, searching for his. He’s trembling a little bit (maybe the water is a little bit colder for him) and his arms are tightening again and his lips are almost,  almost , brushing Jeongguk’s. 

“I love you,” the omega whispers, eyes closing. 

Jeongguk closes his eyes again, too. 

“I love you, too.” 

∞ 

Jeongguk isn’t sure of why he’s feeling this way. Like something is going to happen.  It was a normal day. They’d gone to the college fair (a tradition they have every few months because it was in one of those that they had their first kiss) and they’d had ice cream, they’d kissed in the fairy wheel (because Jeongguk is a hopeless romantic and Yoongi, even if he groans in protest, actually loves it too), they’d taken millions of pictures, they’d made their wishes at 11:11, they’d done everything they always did.  

But now that it’s past midnight and they’re at Yoongi’s house, Jeongguk feels differently. It’s not even about Yoongi’s heat. He can smell it but it’s still very far away, perhaps a few more weeks. Yoongi has had two heats since he and Jeongguk got together and both of them, he’d spent alone. It had been very painful for Jeongguk and honestly, for Yoongi, too. Their scents having been mingled together for so long had only made it worst for the omega.  Jeongguk’s  already dreading the next one. But this is definitely not about his heat, even though Jeongguk tends to get this unexplainable feeling, whenever the omega’s heat is near.  

There’s something else, something he doesn’t quite understand. Yoongi seems to be feeling it, too. They’re in the older one’s room and his scent, the lemons, it’s a little overwhelming for Jeongguk. He swallows the lump that has formed in his throat and tries to breathe normally when Yoongi settles directly in front of him, eyes lifted towards him.  

“I feel weird,” he mumbles, hands hovering over  Jeongguk’s  chest, as if he’s scared of touching him.  

Honestly, Jeongguk is too. He feels that if he touches Yoongi, it’ll burn. In the best way possible.  

“Me too,” he breathes out, taking a deep breath.  

Yoongi’s scent turns into the only thing he can breathe, suddenly and he closes his eyes. Without even noticing, his hands move and settle on the omega’s hips and then it’s just... unstoppable. He’s crashing his lips against Yoongi’s, pulling him flush against his body. He kisses and groans and kisses and groans. He touches everything he can, hands drowning under the older one’s shirt, fingers skimming over his soft skin.  

“I love you so much,” he murmurs, stumbling forward and taking Yoongi with him.  

“I love you too, Jeongguk,” Yoongi whispers back, his hands are fisting  Jeongguk’s  shirt from behind, tugging it upwards. “So much. I love you so much,” he whines.  

Oh, wow. Jeongguk can feel arousal tingling his lower abdomen and he gasps, leaning away. Yoongi whines again, waiting no time in taking his shirt off. Fresh air  hits  his hot skin and he wants to keep feeling that heat, wants to let it embrace him, take him away.  

“Baby,” he whispers, begs.  

He begs because he wants and wants and wants and they’d said they’d wait. They would—  

“Yes,” Yoongi says, fingernails drowning in  Jeongguk’s  back, sliding downwards. It has his growling in the back of his throat, lips falling to Yoongi’s neck, mouthing at his scent gland.  

“Hyung,” he whines, his hands moving on their own, pulling their hips flush together. It’s not hard to find out that they’re both ready for this.  

“Oh my god,” Yoongi whines back, clearly loving that Jeongguk called him  hyung .  

He has a thing for that, Jeongguk has discovered it in the midst of intense and long make-out sessions.  

“We should—” he tries, even though he knows he’s long gone.  

“No,” Yoongi says, tugging at his hair, pressing as close to him as he can. “I want you. I want you now, Jeongguk-ah.”  

“God, I want you too,” he whispers, going for his lips again, letting himself get distracted by it for a few seconds. Just a few, perfect, seconds. “But we—”  

“I know,” Yoongi mutters, letting his nose brush against  Jeongguk’s . “I know, I know. I was going to ask you to spend my next heat with me,” he says, then. He takes a deep breath, pulls a bit away. His gaze is focused again, conscious, not lost in pleasure. “I was going to ask you. It’s okay. I want this now; I can’t wait anymore.”  

Jeongguk is a little bit too lost in those words. In Yoongi wanting to ask him to spend his heat with him.  

“Y-you — you were?” He asks, blinking in surprise. “You want me to spend your heat with you?”  

Yoongi’s cheeks turn crimson red but he nods and keeps his eyes on  Jeongguk’s .  

“Yes,” Yoongi whispers, whining when Jeongguk growls in the back of his throat, his alpha pleased with the request. “We can start practicing,” he murmurs, taking  Jeongguk’s  face in between his hands. “Lets practice.”  

Jeongguk laughs and shakes his head but then he’s kissing Yoongi because yes, he fucking wants to practice. And yes, he’s ready to finally take this step.  

∞ 

When it’s over, Yoongi is panting under Jeongguk, eyes drowning in his. His hands are clutching the alpha’s shoulder blades and there are tears sliding down his temples and he looks so beautiful. It’s such a pretty sight.  

“Love you,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss Yoongi’s lips, over and over again.  

“Love you, too.” Yoongi’s voice sounds hoarse and it makes Jeongguk smile widely, a reminder of his loud and drawn out moans.  

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, kissing again, always kissing.  

Yoongi just blushes and kisses back.  

∞ 

Having Yoongi like this, wrapped around his torso, it makes him remember their first time together, how Yoongi had wanted Jeongguk to make love to him like that, while he was on his lap. And they’d tried it but when Yoongi had grown frustrated because his thighs were hurting and he couldn’t move properly, Jeongguk had been quick to shift them around and make love to him while he was under him. 

Still, the memory of Yoongi’s lips parted, over his, also parted. Not moving, not kissing, just whining softly in the back of his throat because Jeongguk kept lifting his hips. The memory might forever be glued to his brain. 

Yoongi hums, nose falling to Jeongguk’s neck. 

“You smell horny again,” he mentions but doesn’t seem to mind. 

Jeongguk clears his throat. 

“I’m having splendid thoughts again,” he whispers and Yoongi laughs. He laughs and holds on tighter and keeps nosing at his scent glad, making it far more difficult to keep calm. 

“Share them with me later, will you?” He asks, voice teasing. 

Jeongguk gulps. Yoongi is going to be the death of him. 

*.* 

Later.  

Later, when they’re in the shower, Jeongguk smiles as he leans down to kiss Yoongi. 

“Just wanna kiss you,” he whispers. 

Yoongi lets him, smiling knowingly. 

*.* 

They end up not  just  kissing. 

*.* 

Days go by fast like this, when everything is relaxing and they’re all having fun together, bonding as a pack. They’d never gone on a trip like this and Jeongguk is happy that they finally have because he really feels like they’ve grown closer, even though they were already very close, to begin with. 

Two days go by very quickly. There’s a day they just spend doing nothing but watching movies on the living room TV, eating junk food and bothering each other. And then there’s a day they spend walking around the town square, looking around the shops and eating anything that looks remotely delicious. 

That night, they all sit by the shore of the lake as the sun comes down and night fills their surroundings. It’s very beautiful, makes Jeongguk think about how grateful he is with the life he has. He has Yoongi, the love of his life. He has a pack, the best friends, slash brothers, he could’ve asked for. He has a place with Yoongi, which he helps him pay off, with the money he makes out of his YouTube channel (he always makes out enough to help with grocery shopping. The rest, Yoongi just says he doesn’t mind paying). He has his parents, always supportive of him, always there for him, happy and proud of him. 

He has everything he could’ve asked for and even more. He likes this, spending time with his hyung’s. He hopes that they can do it again sometime soon, mentions it and smiles widely when everybody agrees, immediately. 

They’re a family and they’re happy. And honestly, Jeongguk couldn’t want anything more. 

*.* 

The place is crowded, scents a bit overwhelming, mixing around the dance floor. Jeongguk doesn’t mind it, really. All he can think about, all he can focus on is Yoongi’s scent full of lemons and oranges. The peaches are particularly strong tonight and that’s something Jeongguk doesn’t mind, either. It smells good and it’s so refreshing. It’s a part of Yoongi’s scent that he doesn’t always get to get a grasp of. 

What’s always been predominant in Yoongi’s scent is the lemons. They’re the first thing he ever smelled from him. The oranges were also easy to feel, though it was a bit further away. The peaches had been so faint, that first time. He’d almost missed it but once he’d managed to pinpoint it, it was engraved in his mind forever. 

Tonight. Tonight, it’s driving him crazy. 

∞ 

It’s about the fifth time Jeongguk is seeing Yoongi. So far, he’s completely whipped for him. He can’t stop thinking about him, texting him (he’d asked for his number the very second time they saw each other). They’ve come across each other twice on the metro line, when the wagons were empty and it was only them. He’d been nervous the first time he moved to sit by his side but now he looks forward to the late nights in which he goes home on the metro, inevitably crossing paths with Yoongi.  

Tonight, he’s sitting next to  him , trying to concentrate, even though the peaches in his scent are strangely overwhelming. They smell more than they ever have and it’s driving his alpha a little bit crazy.  

“You smell nice,” he blurts out because he’s an idiot.  

Yoongi startles, eyes sliding to him, fast. He blinks in surprise.  

“People sometimes find the lemons  and oranges too bittersweet ,” he mumbles, though there’s a soft blush on his cheeks.  

“I didn’t mean the lemons  or the oranges ,” he murmurs. “I personally like the lemons, honestly. But I meant the peaches. The peaches are making me feel a bit woozy,” he confesses.  

He shouldn’t be saying that. He’s pretty much sure he shouldn’t. But the peaches are  really  making him woozy and that’s clearly  forcing  him  to  say stupid things out loud.  

When Yoongi gasps, it’s  Jeongguk’s  time to startle.  

“Nobody has ever caught the peaches,” he whispers.  

“Really?” He asks, voice just as soft.  

He’s not sure of what it means, what it’s about. But he honestly doesn’t care. Nothing is better than Yoongi’s wide eyes, sparkling with some emotion Jeongguk doesn’t really recognize but loves, either way.  

“Yeah.”  

Jeongguk shows him a smile, even though he’s still hazy with the scent.  

“Well, I’m glad I get to,” he whispers.  

Yoongi’s blush intensifies and he looks down at his lap. Jeongguk likes flustered Yoongi, it makes him feel a little bit more whipped.  

∞ 

It’s not the first time the peaches are so overwhelming, not even the second or the third. But the alcohol they’ve been drinking and the way Yoongi’s body is pressed to his are making him so dizzy. 

He never wants it to disappear. He wants this forever. 

“Yoongi hyung,” he whispers, right into his ear. 

And he hears (more like feels) the low rumble in the older one’s throat. He can feel it all over his body. Yoongi really likes it with Jeongguk calls him like that. It makes him turn all desperate and needy and it makes the younger one smile widely. He likes having him like this. He likes having him however he can, honestly. But tonight, he wants this, Yoongi covered in sweat, smelling so  delicious  and just letting Jeongguk grind against him.  

Fuck, this isn’t even dancing. They’re just moving against each other, bodies meeting in friction that has him trembling. He might need to calm down but he also loves it when Yoongi brings him to the edge, even when they know that they won’t be able to finish it. 

“Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi whispers, head falling onto Jeongguk’s shoulder, neck being exposed for the alpha. 

He growls and lets his lips suck on his skin, hands tightening on Yoongi’s hips, long fingers draping over his belly. His thumbs dig into Yoongi’s back and the omega whines, pressing himself further into Jeongguk’s body. 

“Smell so good,” the younger one finds himself muttering, before kissing his skin again. “You’re everywhere, hyung. I never want to let you go.” 

Yoongi nods, fingers falling onto Jeongguk’s. 

“Never let me go, Jeongguk-ah,” he asks. “Never.” 

Yeah, well. It’s clear that Jeongguk isn’t planning to do so. He’s going to spend the rest of his life with Yoongi.  

Jeongguk isn’t sure about why he’s so...horny. Of course, must be a combination of Yoongi’s closeness and his scent. But they’d relieved some tension a few nights before, while showering. Sure, a hand job might not be the best thing in the world but they’d felt so sated after it. Jeongguk knows he doesn’t  need  to fuck Yoongi, right now. He can survive the night without doing so. But he also really wants to. 

It makes arousal grow deep in his stomach and in a second, Yoongi whines, clearly smelling the change in his scent. He’s quick to grab his hand and pull him in between the dancing bodies, deciding that a little fun in the bathroom won’t hurt anyone. He prays for it to be empty and would you look at that? It is. He’s fast to pin Yoongi to the wall, trapping his body between it and his own one. He kisses him hungrily, so fast that the older one seems to struggle to keep up. It’s desperate and full of need and his tongue slips inside his mouth, tries to gain control, even though he’s long lost it with Yoongi’s scent. 

“You smell so good, fuck,” Jeongguk mutters, moving his lips to the space right under Yoongi’s jaw. 

He sucks on the skin there, loving how Yoongi whines and lets his head fall onto the wall, giving him more space to take whatever he wants. And Jeongguk does, he takes hi his scent, drags his nose all over Yoongi’s neck, lets his hands grab his waist and lifts him easily, the omega’s legs wrapping around his waist. He moves them to the sinks, sitting him onto the marble counter, before letting his hands drown under his shirt, touching his hot skin. 

“I love you,” Yoongi whispers in the middle of it all and it makes Jeongguk stop his desperate moves. 

He stops and moves his hands to cup Yoongi’s cheeks. He looks into his eyes and smiles at him. 

“I love you too, my sweet, little baby,” he murmurs, before leaning forward to give him a much softer kiss. 

It’s slow and sensual and full of meaning and yes, it makes Jeongguk feel even more desperate but it also seems to placate some of his horny needs. 

“I just—” he’s in the middle of saying, before he’s interrupted by Jimin’s voice. 

“I told you they would be trying to fuck,” he says. Both Yoongi and Jeongguk turn their heads towards the entrance, where Jimin and Namjoon are standing. The younger one has his arms crossed over his chest. “Jeongguk’s been drooling all over Yoongi since we started drinking,” he adds. Jeongguk rolls his eyes. He’s always drooling over Yoongi. “Come on, you can try to get into each other’s pants later. We’re going home because Tae isn’t feeling well,” he explains. 

It settles a worried feeling in Jeongguk’s chest and he slowly helps Yoongi down from the marble counter, carding his fingers through his messy hair, before he kisses his forehead. The older one seems calm enough, already and just shows him a smile. 

“Why is he not feeling well?” Jeongguk asks. “Like, sick? Or something else?” 

“I don’t know,” Jimin says, shrugging. “Everything was fine, he was dancing with Hobi hyung and we lost them for half an hour and when we found them, Tae was crying. Hobi hyung said that he was feeling down, because of the alcohol and all that,” he explains. 

But everything had been fine. Jeongguk had seen him dancing happily with Hoseok. He’d seen them talking with Jin and... oh. He’d seen them so close to each other, before he’d gotten distracted with Yoongi. It had seemed like they were flirting, even but he’d dismissed the thought because why would Jin be flirting with them if they were a couple? But maybe that’s why Taehyung is crying? Maybe Hoseok and Jin fought because of the flirting. Or maybe Jeongguk is just making up ideas in his mind. 

He nods. 

“That’s fine, we should go,” he agrees. “I don’t want hyung to be sad. Maybe something happened and he doesn’t want to talk about it yet.” 

Namjoon nods. 

“Jin hyung doesn’t seem to be feeling well, either. He’s all lost in thought. I think we’ve all been drinking too much,” he says. “Let’s go.” 

Jeongguk nods and puts Yoongi in front of him, wrapping his arms around his body. They walk all together in between the people and make their way to the exit, where Tae, Hobi and Jin are already waiting. Jeongguk can’t help but notice how Jin is looking at the pair, as if he wished to do something about how Taehyung is crying softly into Hobi’s neck. Jeongguk gets it. As an alpha, seeing an omega cry, specially from your pack, it’s frustrating to feel like you can’t do anything. Also, there doesn’t seem to be any tension between them, so he dismisses the fighting possibility. 

He pats Jin’s shoulder, startling the older one and nods in understanding. 

“It’s okay,” he says. “Hobi hyung will take care of him and he’ll tell us why he’s sad when he feels like talking about it.” 

Jin’s eyes are glassy, as if he’s about to cry, too. And it makes him wonder what it means. It’s frustrating, yeah. But he’s never felt the need to cry over it. Why is Jin so sad? 

“Yeah, I know he has Hobi,” he whispers. He looks away and drowns his hands in his pockets. “I’m gonna get us a pair of cabs, to take us back the house,” he announces, before taking his phone out. 

He leaves Jeongguk thinking about his weird attitude. It takes him back to the day at the lake, when he’d seen him staring at Hoseok and Taehyung but Jeongguk had believed he was seeing wrong. His eyes had been somewhat sad, then, too. Just like they were now. Maybe he’s jealous about them? Maybe he wishes he could find something like that, too. 

The thought doesn’t leave his head as they go back home. He’s left sitting with Yoongi curled by his side, Jin next to them. The other two pairs go on the other one. Everybody quickly finds their way to their room and still, Jeongguk can’t keep out of his mind how Jin’s been acting. This whole trip, he’s been... unfocused, lost in thought and... maybe a little too observing with Tae and Hobi. 

“Let’s sleep,” Yoongi whines, pouting up at him and trying to drag him to bed. 

They’ve both changed into their pajamas, having promised they’d shower in the morning (too tired to shower right now) and Yoongi is already getting cranky because sleep is always so important for him. 

“Yeah, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, kissing his pouty lips. “Just give me a minute to go drink some water?” 

He settles the omega under the covers and brushes his hair out of his forehead, smiling down at him. He watches him close his eyes, immediately and then moves out of the room to get his glass of water. The house is silent already, it’s been a little over half an hour since they arrived from the party, so they all must be asleep. He serves himself his water, takes a few long drinks and then leans against the counter. 

He wonders if he should talk with Jin again. The older one had said he was fine and all but Jeongguk’s getting the feeling that it’s not like that. Or maybe the older one just doesn’t want to tell him, hence why he’d said he was fine. He bites his lower lip. Maybe he should talk to Yoongi about it, first. 

He nods to himself and leans away from the counter, making his way across the living room, towards the hallway. He freezes, though, as he gets there. Jeongguk watches as Jin comes out of his room. The older one hasn’t seen him and he doesn’t seem to notice him, either. He just walks towards the end of the hallway, opening the door to Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s room.  

It happens so fast and suddenly that Jeongguk doesn’t know what to think of it for a moment. But then he wonders what it means, what could possibly be happening there. Maybe they’re just watching a movie or something ( it’s two in the morning, Jeongguk.  Imposible ). Maybe  Jin  just wants to talk with them? ( again, it’s two in the morning, Jeongguk ). And, also, there’re all these doubts Jeongguk has been having. The strange things Jin has been doing. The looking and being sad and... going into their room after Taehyung had been crying, knowing that he had Hobi to console him, his alpha. Taehyung doesn’t need another alpha there. Unless... unless there’s something else happening. Unless the flirting and the being close, means something else. 

He goes back to his room and settles under the covers, Yoongi’s body turning to his, immediately. He locks a leg over his waist and an arm over his chest and presses himself to Jeongguk’s side. 

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whispers, softly. 

Yoongi hums but he doesn’t sound fully awake (Yoongi loves it when Jeongguk calls him hyung, seems to be some sort of kink. There isn’t the normal reaction there). Jeongguk tries, anyway. 

“I saw Jin hyung going to Tae and Hobi hyung’s room,” he whispers. 

Yoongi hums again, still doesn’t sound interested. 

“He must be worried about Tae,” he whispers, voice slurry with sleep. 

“I don’t know, hyung,” he mutters, eyes on the ceiling. 

There’s silence for a moment and Jeongguk wonders if he’s fallen asleep already. But Yoongi talks again, finally. 

“Why is it bothering you that much?” He asks, rubbing his cheek over Jeongguk’s shoulder. 

Jeongguk holds him close with his arm, hand splayed over the small of his back. 

“It’s not bothering me,” he states. “They were flirting tonight,” he explains. “I don’t know if you noticed but they were dancing close to each other and it didn’t seem... like they were just talking about friends' stuff, you get it?” 

There’s silence for a moment before Yoongi is laughing softly, a gummy smile on his lips. God, why is he so cute? Jeongguk finds himself just staring at him, unable to look away. 

“Friends’ stuff,” Yoongi sighs, shaking his head, still smiling widely. “Jeongguk-ah, what exactly could you mean by that?” He asks. 

Jeongguk feels his cheeks grow hot and he rolls his eyes, sticking his tongue out briefly. 

“You know what I mean,” he mumbles, embarrassed. 

Yoongi nods slowly, sliding his fingers over Jeongguk’s chest. He seems more awake now, even though his eyes are still drowsy with sleep. 

“Are you saying that there might be something happening between them? Like... the three of them?” He asks. 

Jeongguk nibbles on his lower lip. 

“Do you think that it’s possible?” He asks. “I mean, Hobi and Tae hyung have been together for a year or so. Why so suddenly? Or has it always been there? What if we haven’t noticed? What if hyung’s always been in love with Tae? What if—” 

“Hey,” Yoongi cuts in, voice low. He moves his hand to cup Jeongguk’s cheek and smiles at him. “Calm down, Gguk-ah. Don’t stress so much over something that you can’t solve, yeah?” He asks. “If there’s something going on there, they will tell us at some point.” 

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I mean, I know. I just worry, I guess. You’re all a family to me, I don’t want anything to break us apart,” he explains. 

Yoongi leans up to kiss his lips briefly. 

“Nothing can break us apart; we've been through a lot already.” 

Jeongguk believes him. Because everything that Yoongi says is just what Jeongguk needs to hear. He turns to the omega and holds his body close, letting his eyes fall shut and finally letting sleep take over. They fall asleep so fast, bodies tired with the events of the night. 

*.* 

There’s this weird tension around the table. Jeongguk wonders if he’s the only one that can notice it. Namjoon and Jimin seem lost in their own world, talking in low voice about something that Jeongguk honestly doesn’t hear. He’s too focused on Jin, sitting next to Taehyung and the omega is just curled into himself, Hoseok’s body tense next to his. There definitely is something going on there and it’s making Jeongguk more worried. 

Yoongi’s hand falls onto his knee and he turns to look at him, feeling himself calm down immediately upon seeing his boyfriend’s eyes on him, 

“Eat, Jeongguk-ah,” he says. 

Jeongguk nods and focuses on that, trying to calm down because Yoongi is right. They’ve been through a lot and if there’s something wrong happening, he’s sure it’ll get solved when they talk about it.  

He’s already forgetting about it when he hears the loud sound of a chair scratching over the ground. They all stop talking, eyes moving to Taehyung, who’s stood up and is quickly disappearing down the hallway. Both Jin and Hoseok stand and there’s a brief moment where they growl at each other, Hoseok’s hand falling onto Jin’s wrist. 

Oh, God. He feels Namjoon move, next to him, ready to get up if he has to. But it doesn’t come down to that. Jin’s growling stop and he seems to lower his face. 

“Please,” he whispers. 

Jin is the older alpha, he shouldn’t have to be submitting to Hoseok. But whatever is going on here, must require it. And his  please  had sounded so... apologetic yet full of need. 

Hoseok nods, then and lets go. And almost immediately, Jin is jumping to his feet, running towards where Taehyung had left. After that, there’s just silence. Namjoon is still tense next to him and Jeongguk’s eyes meet Yoongi’s, who now looks more worried.  

“Hoseok,” Namjoon calls out. 

The other alpha lifts his eyes towards Namjoon. They stare at each other for a moment and then Hobi just shakes his head, lowering his face once more. 

“What’s going on?” Namjoon presses. “I know this might be something personal but we’re a pack and this affects all of us.” 

Hoseok nods. 

“Jin hyung, Tae and I will talk to you about it, but not now,” he says. “When we get back,” he adds. “Please.” 

Namjoon nods. 

“We’re here for the three of you, just know that,” he replies. 

Hoseok nods and opens his mouth as if to say something but the sound of a door opening makes him stop and they all turn to see Taehyung coming to the living room and holding his hand out for Hobi. The alpha is fast to stand, eyes only focused on his omega. They disappear again and Jeongguk is left to think about what really is happening between them. 

“I think you might have been right,” Yoongi says. 

His hand is now in Jeongguk’s hair, carding his fingers through it. 

“I’m just confused and worried,” he mumbles, letting his forehead fall to Yoongi’s shoulder. 

“It’ll be okay,” Namjoon says. “We’ll talk and figure it out. We’re a pack.” 

Jeongguk knows that. He hopes that it really does get figured out. 

“I think we should all stay in today. Enjoy our last day with each other and just get ready to leave tomorrow morning,” Jimin suggests. 

“I’m totally fine with that,” Yoongi replies, his lips moving over Jeongguk’s forehead. He just nods and moves away from Yoongi, only to grab his hand and get up, to take them back to the room. 

Namjoon and Jimin stand too and both couples quickly disappear into their rooms. 

“Lets shower,” Jeongguk says, pulling Yoongi straight towards the bathroom. 

It’s a long and very well dedicated shower. Yoongi scrubs Jeongguk’s hair and takes care of him sweetly. Then, Jeongguk scrubs Yoongi’s hair and washes his body gently. And after that, they dry each other off, get back into their pajamas and settle in bed, wrapped around each other. 

“Don’t be stressed,” Yoongi mumbles, fingers carding again through Jeongguk’s hair. “You smell sad,” he adds, rubbing his nose against Jeongguk’s. “Don’t like it.” 

Jeongguk shoots him an apologetic look and lowers his face until it’s hidden in Yoongi’s neck. He lets the lemons engulf him, noses at his scent gland and closes his eyes, humming with satisfaction. It calms him down quickly, arms wrapping tightly around Yoongi to shift them, until the omega is sitting on his abdomen. Well, he’d been planning to have him resting on his chest but Yoongi quickly settles on Jeongguk’s stomach, hands splayed out right in front of himself. 

Jeongguk looks up at Yoongi, the carefree smile on his lips, the way he just sits there, on his stomach and seems so happy, so beautiful. He loves him so fucking much. No matter how many years go by, no matter how much time they spend together, he just doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to stop. He doesn’t want to, anyway. He wants Yoongi to be his mate. They’ll do that soon, he’s sure of it. And then they’ll never be away from each other. Yoongi will carry his pups and will be his omega. 

“What?” Yoongi asks, cocking an eyebrow. 

Jeongguk grabs the pillow under his head and throws it at his face because he loves bothering him. Yoongi groans but Jeongguk is already wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him closer to his chest and falling back down on the bed. He kisses the top of his head over and over again, hands drowning in his hair. Yoongi starts laughing because Jeongguk is holding him so tight against his chest that he can’t even move. He’s whining, trying to wriggle away but Jeongguk keeps holding him tight, keeps kissing his head. 

Then, out of a sudden, he turns them so Yoongi is on his back, Jeongguk in between his legs and he just hovers over him, an arm trapped under the omega’s head. He uses his free hand to slide his fingertips over Yoongi’s flushed face (from all the laughing and struggling). He brushes his hair back and leans down to leave a soft kiss on his forehead. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as he leans back. He moves forward again, kissing his nose this time. Yoongi’s blush grows, this time probably because of the praise. “So beautiful,” he goes on, kissing one of his cheek. Then, the other one. “And all mine,” he whispers, going for his lips this time. “I’m all yours, baby. Always yours,” he murmurs, before finally sealing his lips with Yoongi’s for a much more intense kiss. 

Yoongi makes a sound in the back of his throat, hands finding their way to Jeongguk’s long hair, pulling at the strands. It makes the alpha groan, hand moving to Yoongi’s hip to press into his skin. 

“Love you so much, Jeongguk-ah,” he whispers, eyes closed and head tilted to the side, as Jeongguk noses along his jaw. 

“Love you too, baby,” the younger one whispers, pausing to kiss his skin briefly. 

His hand drowns under the older one’s shirt, splaying completely over his tummy and Yoongi gasps, hands moving to Jeongguk’s back, fisting the material of his shirt. 

“Hyung, I—” he starts but stops himself. He hasn’t talked to Yoongi about wanting to mate him. It’s not that he thinks Yoongi won’t want to. But it’s almost like proposing, isn’t it? It’s asking him to spend the rest of his like with him. It’s not something he can just do. He wants it to be special. 

“What’s wrong?” Yoongi asks, eyes searching for his. “Tell me, Jeongguk-ah. Why did you stop yourself?” He asks. 

Jeongguk shakes his head. 

“I just wanted to tell you that I love your tummy,” he blurts out. 

Yoongi’s lips part and his gaze turns different and Jeongguk takes a few seconds understanding why. 

“My tummy,” Yoongi mutters, cocking an eyebrow. 

It’s immediate. Jeongguk’s body turns hot all over. Yoongi teasing him almost makes him feel this wy.

“Hyung,” he whines, drowning his face in Yoongi’s neck. 

His teeth ache to mark, to mate. He wants to just sink them in Yoongi’s neck, make him his, finally. But he can’t just do that without them talking about it first.

“I want—” Yoongi starts but then shakes his head. “I need — Jeongguk. I  need  us to mate,” he says, voice desperate, hands still fisting Jeongguk’s shirt, from behind. 

It’s so sudden that he freezes for a whole second, stopping everything to just look down at Yoongi in surprise. Sure, he’d been planning it and all but he hadn’t been expecting Yoongi to want it just so badly, so desperately. 

“Baby—” he starts, but is interrupted by Yoongi. 

“My heat is in a month or so, Jeongguk-ah. I want to do it then. I’m ready. I want you forever. Don’t you want me forever?” He asks, lips forming a pout. 

“I do,” Jeongguk blurts out. “I want you forever, baby. I’ve wanted to ask you this for a while. I wanted to plan it out well, wanted to make sure—” 

“You don’t have to plan it out, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi interrupts again. “I’m so sure. I have been for a while. I might have been, all my life. We’ve been through so much, we’ve been together for so long, we’ve loved each other all this time and even when things were hard. I want you... if you want me.” 

Now, Jeongguk is one to be emotional over things, more so when it comes to Yoongi or his pack. So, it’s only natural that his chest feels full and his life feels complete and he wants nothing more than to cover Yoongi in kisses and hold him tight until his arms hurt from the effort. 

“I want you,” Jeongguk whispers. “Of course, I do. You’re the love of my life,” he murmurs. 

∞ 

“I miss you so much, hyung,” he whispers, closing his eyes.  

He honestly doesn’t know why there are tears forming in his eyes. He was fine when the call started, he was fine before that. But now he wants to cry because he misses Yoongi and he misses his scent and they’ve been apart for too long. It hurts so much.  

“I’m sorry, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi says.  

He doesn’t sound completely concentrated on Jeongguk and that just hurts more, even though he  knows  why he’s not focused entirely on him, even though he knows he’s busy.  

There’s a long moment of silence. Jeongguk can hear the sound of Yoongi’s piano in the background. He’s probably writing something, producing something. He’s probably busy and that’s why he can’t pay attention to Jeongguk.  

“I love you,” he whispers, closing his eyes, imagining that Yoongi is there, with him.  

“Love you too,” Yoongi mutters but still so unfocused.  

Jeongguk’s  insides feel like everything is wrong, sad, devastating. He turns so that his face is drowned in the pillow and he tries to suppress the urge to cry.  

“You’re the love of my life,” he whispers, lifting his face just so that he can say the words.  

Yoongi hums. Still not concentrating, still playing the piano. And Jeongguk just can’t hold it in anymore. He hangs up, not because he’s angry but because he doesn’t want Yoongi to hear him crying, to hear him being sad because then he’ll try to make time, even though he doesn’t have it and Jeongguk doesn’t want him to lose focus from work.  

The phone falls to his side and he cries, sobs into the pillow. It hurts so much. To be far away from Yoongi. He never wants to be far away from him again. He wants to be with him forever, however he can. He misses him so much.  

He cries until his body hurts and there’s this heat all over his face and he feels sticky with sweat. Ugh, he doesn’t feel well. He wants to throw up. He misses Yoongi so much. He stumbles towards the bathroom, throws up until his body is too weak and then he falls to the floor, passed out and with heat surrounding him.  

∞ 

The next time he wakes up, he’s in Yoongi’s arms, the older one screaming for him to wake up, asking why he didn’t say anything. Jeongguk isn’t sure about what it means, mind too hazy to properly understand. When he feels the heat in his stomach, arousal low in his belly, he finally gets it. How hot his body had felt, how tired and how sad. The mixed-up feelings. A rut that came out of a sudden, no warning. No nothing.   

If Yoongi hadn’t made it on time,  Jeongguk’s  body could have given out to the high temperature.   

“You’re the love of my life too, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi is muttering against his temple, rocking his body back and forth. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he whispers.  

Jeongguk feels the growl in the back of his throat, the need to take and claim and to touch. He moves until he’s pinning Yoongi on the floor (they’re still in the bathroom, he’s only just noticing) and he looks down at him, loving the way his smaller body feels under his. Yoongi’s eyes close and tears stream down his temples and he bares his neck for Jeongguk.  

“I love you,” the omega whispers. “I love you so much.”  

Jeongguk loves him too, so, so much.  

∞ 

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispers, combing  Jeongguk’s  hair backwards, kissing his temple over and over again.  Jeongguk’s  knot is yet to come down but they’ve settled in this comfortable way, just wrapped around each other.  

“You’re busy,  I’m  sorry,” Jeongguk whispers, tired, exhausted, nearly falling asleep.  

“I’m still sorry,” Yoongi whispers. “So, so, sorry.”  

Jeongguk hums. He’s too tired to reply.  

∞ 

From then on, he just spends every day at  Yoongi’s  house, if only just watching him play the piano, or produce, or write. He sometimes also can’t help but make his way to where the older one is and settle in his  lap , no care in the world. He sits between him and the piano, over his thighs and lets his arms wrap around his neck, presses his nose to the omega’s scent glad and just stays there whil e   Yoongi  continues working.  

He doesn’t mind being held by him like this. He doesn’t mind feeling like they’re connected, even if the older one is too busy to talk with him.  

He’s happy, as long as he can feel him.  

∞ 

“You’re the love of my life, too,” Yoongi whispers but there’s a hint of sadness in his tone. 

Jeongguk moves them so that they’re side to side again and cradles Yoongi against his chest. 

“Don’t be sad, baby,” he whispers, closing his eyes and letting his face drown in Yoongi’s hair. “It’s been so long since that day,” he goes on. “Plus, I enjoyed it,” he adds. 

“Yah!” Yoongi exclaims, hitting his chest. But just a second later, he snuggles closer, humming in satisfaction. 

Jeongguk isn’t sure of when they fall asleep but he doesn’t mind, as long as he’s with Yoongi. As long as he has Yoongi. 

*.* 

On their way back to the city, they stop mid-way in a restaurant, to have breakfast. It’s also an excuse to talk. Jin, Hoseok and Tae had seemed... different, that morning, contrary to how they were acting the day before. So, Namjoon talked with the other two alpha’s and they agreed to stop on their way to talk. 

They’d brought together two tables and are currently eating what they ordered. Jeongguk is sitting as close to Yoongi as he can because whenever he feels nervous or worried, he prefers to be close to the omega, his calm demeanor always doing good to him. 

“Want some toast?” Yoongi whispers, lips so close to his ear that he feels his breath brush against his skin and he shivers. He shows Yoongi an embarrassed smile and nods, opening his mouth to give a bite to the toast he’s offering. “So cute,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. 

Jeongguk smiles widely at that and nuzzles his nose against the omega’s neck, closing his eyes. Like this, he can literally feel like everything is perfect, nothing wrong is happening and they’re all fine. But then Jin is clearing his throat and everybody’s attention is turned to him. 

“So, um, we wanted to apologize for the tense situation we put you through, yesterday,” he says. “We got so immersed in our own problems that we didn’t think about you guys and we’re really sorry for that,” he continues. “We’re a pack, so we want you to know that everything is okay now, between us three.” 

Namjoon finishes munching on his food and then speaks up. He’s sitting next to Jeongguk, Jimin by his side. From his position, head leaned against Yoongi’s shoulder, he can see them holding hands under the table. It’s sweet and it makes him move his hand to Yoongi’s, intertwining their fingers. He smiles up at him briefly, before setting his attention back at the conversation. 

“I know it must be something personal but we want to know what it was that had you fighting... or, well. Whatever was happening,” Namjoon says. 

Jin’s eyes move to Hoseok and when the other alpha nods, he moves his eyes to Taehyung, in the middle of both of them. The omega also nods and even smiles shyly. 

“Hoseok, Taehyung and I have decided to... start a relationship,” he finally says, eyes still on the other pair, before he’s moving his gaze to focus on the other four on the table. 

Well, it isn’t  that  surprising for Jeongguk. In fact, it doesn’t seem surprising for anyone. Namjoon just nods, sets his food to a side, because he seems to have finished. 

“Can we know how that happened?” He asks. 

Taehyung speaks up, then. 

“Jin helped me through one of my heats, once,” he says. “It was before Hobi and I started dating. And it just happened, wasn’t really planned. My heat hit before expected and Jin was there and we decided, before I actually went crazy,” he says. 

“And Jin and I fooled around before Tae and I got together. Just... you know, neither of us seemed to be good with relationships,” Hoseok says, when Taehyung is finished. 

“I caught feelings for both of them,” is Jin’s turn to intervene. “And I was jealous that they were happy together, without me.” 

Hearing them say all of this, it sounds like a story. It’s so... one of a kind? It’s definitely not something that normally happens. Specially not between two alpha’s and an omega. The first one’s tend to be possessive, don’t really like to share. Of course, there are always exceptions. 

“I didn’t know that,” Hoseok says, then. “I thought Jin just liked Tae, because he kept staring at him so much,” he explains. Taehyung’s cheeks blush and he hides his face in Jin’s shoulder. It makes everybody laugh for a moment, before Hoseok is continuing. “But then I noticed that it wasn’t that I felt jealous of him looking at Tae, I was jealous because I wanted for him to look at me,” he explains. 

Jin’s eyes move to Hoseok, then, ovre Taehyung’s head, still latched to his shoulder. They look at each other for a long moment, just in silence and Jeongguk finds it sweet, how they genuinely seem to feel something for each other. It’s clear in the way they look at each other and in the way they’re telling their story. 

“But he didn’t know that I was actually looking at him, too,” Jin whispers, smiling softly. 

“Yeah,” Hoseok breathes out. “We fought a bit because feelings got mixed up and we just weren’t sure about what we all felt. But now we’re good and we will be together,” he says. 

Jeongguk hasn’t spoken up because Namjoon is the one asking the questions and honestly, he feels better just listening and taking in. As long as everyone is happy, he’s happy, too. 

“So, the three of you will be together, now,” Namjoon says. The three of them nod. “And everything is okay?” He asks. The three of them nod again. “Okay, then,” Namjoon says, nodding. He looks at Jeongguk and the younger alpha clears his throat, straightening his back and looking at the three of them. 

“I just want you to know that I’m happy if you guys are happy. I’m glad you figured it out,” he says, smiling. 

Taehyung smiles widely and both Hoseok and Jin slip their arms over the omega’s shoulders. After that, they just slip into normal conversation, the three of them talk about how they started feeling for each other and Jeongguk takes a moment to focus on Yoongi, still leaning close to him. 

His hand falls to the omega’s knee and he leans to whispers into his ear. 

“Yoongi hyung,” comes out. The omega hums and puts his hand over Jeongguk’s, still on his knee. “I love you a lot.” 

The omega sighs and looks at him, nose brushing against his. 

“I love you a lot, too.” 

Jeongguk kisses his lips briefly and then goes back to eating, occasionally feeding a bit to Yoongi and occasionally being fed by him. 

*.* 

Jin, Hoseok and Tae are doing great. During the next couple of weeks, their relationship progresses so well that Jeongguk can’t help believe that it will continue on for a very long time, if not forever. 

After almost three weeks, Yoongi’s scent has changed, has morphed into something sweeter, something so much more alluring. He’s found himself glued to his side, not even considering to move away because his omega is so close to his heat that his scent is attractive to literally the whole world. There’s also the fact that whenever Yoongi’s heat is close, Jeongguk’s alpha turns into some sort of possessive beast that never wants to let him go. It’s like everything is intensified and all he can think is that Yoongi is  his . 

But life continues and he’s a college student and (unfortunately) he has to go to class. As soon as his lessons are over, he finds himself practically running to the restaurant near by the college campus, where the seven of them had agreed to meet up for lunch. He can smell Yoongi even from far away and his heart is beating so fast, probably because he’s so very excited to see him after a few hours (too many, if you ask him). 

As soon as he takes a seat in the long chair, Yoongi’s body  moves . He slips a leg over Jeongguk’s lap and settles there, arms wrapped around his neck and face drowning in his skin. He purrs as he noses at Jeongguk’s scent gland, filling him with his insanely delicious scent. It’s more intense than ever, so ridiculously good that Jeongguk zones out for a whole minute, just completely lost in the scenting. 

He’s vaguely aware that they’re not alone and that thought is what helps him come back down to earth before doing something stupid. He does, though, scent Yoongi back, since the older one is suddenly fisting his shirt from his back, whining softly in the back of his throat. 

“Shh,” he hums, arms wrapping around his waist. 

He leans down and immediately mouths at Yoongi’s scent gland, marveling in the way he gasps, head tilting back and lips parting in a silent ‘o’. Jeongguk tries hard not to focus on the signal of submission, on the way it makes his body burn with desire. He concentrates on leaving his scent all over Yoongi and stops after leaving a soft kiss on his open lips. 

Yoongi’s eyes flutter open at that, face coming back down to look at him. 

“You smell so good,” Jeongguk mentions, letting his face fall to Yoongi’s chest, overwhelmed all so suddenly. 

“You do, too,” Yoongi murmurs, lips pressing against Jeongguk’s forehead. The omega’s senses are clearly intensified, too. That means that his heat must be closer than they thought. No wonder he smells so fucking good. Maybe it’ll hit tomorrow, or the day after that. 

“Missed you so much,” Jeongguk whispers, rubbing his forehead against Yoongi’s chest. “Never want to be away from you.” 

Yoongi whines again, arms tightening around Jeongguk’s neck. 

“I don’t wanna be out,” he says, shaking his head. “I wanna be home, wanna cuddle until I feel better,” he mutters. “Don’t wanna be out, Jeongguk-ah.” 

Jeongguk nods and leans away from Yoongi’s chest. 

“We’ll go home, baby,” he replies. He kisses the omega’s lips and sees how the omega hums, lips in a pout and eyes closed. When the older one hides his face in the crook of his neck, he looks to where his hyung’s are sitting. “Hey,” he greets them, showing them an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I um—” 

“That’s okay,” Namjoon waves him off. “Tell us if you guys need anything,” he adds. 

Jeongguk nods and doesn’t even bother in taking Yoongi out of his lap. He just wraps his arms around his waist and stands, walking out of the restaurant. He finds Yoongi’s car easily and hesitates. Yoongi can’t be on his lap as he drives. 

“Baby,” he whispers. Yoongi whines and holds on tighter. “Hyung, we have to get you in the seat. You can’t go on my lap while I drive,” he explains softly, lips grazing the omega’s ear. 

“Don’t wanna,” he breathes out, sounding exhausted. 

Poor thing. Jeongguk hates that he had to be away for so many hours. 

“Have you been feeling bad for long?” He asks rubbing his hand over the omega’s lower back. He seems to like it because he sighs in relief, nosing at Jeongguk’s neck, ever so lazily. 

“For a little bit,” he says. “Have cramps,” he mumbles. 

Jeongguk hums and kisses his temple. 

“My little baby,” he whispers, rocking them from side to side. “Don’t worry, I’m with you now,” he goes on. “I’ll take you home and I'll take care of you, yeah?” Yoongi nods into his skin but doesn’t move away. “We’re going to have to sit you down for that, baby,” he warns. 

And even though he knows he’ll hate every second of it (because Yoongi gets so clingy when he’s in pre-heat and he never wants to let go), he opens the co-pilot seat door and places the omega there. Immediately, Yoongi is whining in the back of his throat, hands trying to clasp onto Jeongguk. He must’ve been fine up until Jeongguk made his way to the restaurant. Being away so many hours and suddenly being hit by his scent and closeness must have made pre-heat get much more intense. But they have to get home and there he’ll make it up to him. 

When he’s in the driver’s seat, he looks at Yoongi, pain settling in his chest upon finding that the omega’s eyes are full of tears, that might spill at any second. 

“Don’t cry, baby,” Jeongguk begs, turning the engine on and taking them out of the parking lot. He quickly grabs Yoongi’s hand but he knows it’s not enough for him right now. “I’m sorry. But we have to get home. Think about that. I’m going to hold you tight once we get home,” he assures. “I promise, baby. Please don’t cry. I love you.” 

Yoongi sniffles, rubbing at one of his eyes. He’s clearly so tired and Jeongguk will make sure to take the best care of him. 

“I wanna be with you,” he mumbles, lips still brought forward in a pout. “Jeongguk-ah,” he whines. 

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll be home in a little bit,” he assures, giving his hand a squeeze. 

It doesn’t seem to make Yoongi feel any better. He keeps whining, body turned towards Jeongguk and hands clutching the one he’d handed over. And then Yoongi  does  start crying. It’s over for Jeongguk. It hurts in the worst way possible; it hurts so much. 

“Baby, please,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.” 

“Hurts, Jeongguk-ah,” he says, in between low sobs. 

Yoongi’s pre-heat is always so hard on him, no matter what they do, the only thing that ever seems to make things remotely better seems to be when he’s with Jeongguk, held by him, scented by him, anything. 

“We’re almost there,” he says, letting go of his hand (it’s so hard to do so) and he quickly makes his way into the garage of their home, turning the engine off and not even bothering in going to the other side.  

He quickly holds Yoongi and manhandles him until he’s on his lap. His lips immediately clasp over the spot where his neck and shoulder connect and he suck on his skin, trying to re-direct his attention to that place. It works because the omega whines deep in his throat, hands fisting Jeongguk’s shirt and sobs stopping. He knows this is a special place, he knows that soon enough, in the following days, it’ll be even more special. But right now, all he can think about is taking Yoongi’s pain away, making him feel better, in whatever way he can. 

“I love you,” he murmurs against his skin, nosing at his neck in the process, trying to cover him with his scent. “I love you so much, my sweet baby. Don’t worry, we’re home now,” he continues. 

Yoongi nods, drowning his face in Jeongguk’s neck. He doesn’t say anything but he hiccups, even though the tears have stopped flowing. Jeongguk lets his hands slide against Yoongi’s back, drowning them under his shirt and pressing his thumbs into his hot skin. The omega whines again but doesn’t move away. The younger one knows that this alleviates the pain of his cramps, at least a bit. He rubs circles into his skin and noses at his neck. And they just stay like that until Yoongi has fully calmed down and is breathing normally, body relaxed and lips parted, every exhale tickling his neck. 

“Why don’t we move to bed, huh?” He asks, using one of his hands to open the car door. His other hand stays splayed on Yoongi’s lower back and he holds him against his body as he gets off, walking towards the inside of the house.  

He walks towards their room and lays down on the bed, hands on Yoongi’s hips. He knows that now, the only thing he must focus on is making Yoongi’s pain disappear, making him feel safe and loved and taken care of. So, he lets his thumbs drown under his shirt, right over the waistband of his sweatpants and he rubs small circled patterns on his skin, trailing upwards and all over his lower belly, trying to make the pain less. 

He hopes Yoongi’s sigh is of relief and he keeps up with that, feeling how the omega is still holding on tight, arms around Jeongguk’s neck. He lifts his head. 

“Want to get more comfortable, baby?” He asks, waiting for his answer before moving any further. 

Yoongi is quiet for a moment and Jeongguk almost thinks that he’s fallen asleep but eventually, his reply comes. 

“How?” He asks, softly. 

Jeongguk hesitates and thinks back to Yoongi’s other heats. 

“I can spoon you,” he whispers, closing his eyes because Yoongi’s scent suddenly spikes up. There’s been this hint of arousal behind it for a while now but it’s getting more intense. He knows it won’t be anything too strong until maybe tomorrow, so he doesn’t worry about it being too much for his alpha. “How does that sound?” 

Yoongi nods against his neck and lets Jeongguk move him until he’s resting on his side, immediately, he wraps an arm over his waist, the other finding its way under Yoongi’s head, as a pillow. His knees settle right behind Yoongi’s and he nuzzles his nose against the older one’s neck. 

“My sweet, baby,” he whispers, kissing his skin just softly. “Are you feeling any better?” He asks, even though he doesn’t expect the answer to be positive. Yoongi shakes his head no and snuggles further back into Jeongguk’s chest. Jeongguk hums, moving his hand to the older one’s belly and rubbing circles. Yoongi exhales shakily a small whine escaping his lips. “What is it, baby?” He asks. 

“Feels good,” the omega mumbles, ever so softly. 

Jeongguk smiles and kisses the back of his neck again. 

“Why don’t you try to sleep, hm?” He asks in a whisper. 

Yoongi doesn’t say anything else but his body relaxes into Jeongguk’s and his breaths turn rather calm. Jeongguk wants to get up and prepare some tea, a hot bathe and heat pads, to make Yoongi’s pain better but he fears that it will only make Yoongi sad, if he moves away even for something like that. So, he waits until Yoongi’s body turns pliant, stops moving and he’s clearly asleep. Only then does he shift away from him, trying to not wake him up as he lets go. 

Fortunately, Yoongi’s body was exhausted with everything that the heat was provoking in him and he doesn’t wake up, keeps sleeping with his knees brought up to his chest. Still, Jeongguk doesn’t want to risk it. He hurries up in putting water in the boiling pot, moves to their bathroom to fill the tub with warm water and then he gets a few heat pads ready to put them next to the night stand, in case the older one wakes up and still has cramps. 

When everything is settled, he takes the mug of hot tea to the room and sets it on the nightstand, with the heat pads. Only then does he settle back down on the bed, Yoongi’s body turning to his in sleep. His leg hooks over Jeongguk’s hips and his arm across his chest and his face hides in his arm. He mumbles something in sleep and it makes Jeongguk smile fondly. He doesn’t sound like he’s in pain, so he must be having a nice dream, that has him distracted. 

He brushes Yoongi’s bangs out of his forehead and leans towards him to kiss him there. 

“I love you so much, baby,” he whispers. 

And Yoongi’s only response is to hum, body snuggling closer. 

*.* 

There’s this desperation in his chest. He knows he shouldn’t have left for class, he shouldn’t have left Yoongi convince him on going. But he’d seemed to lucid, so sure that everything would be fine until he came back. Instead, in the middle of Jeongguk’s last class, an aching feeling had taken over his body and he felt desperate to leave for Yoongi. He’d left immediately, somehow knowing that it meant that the omega’s heat had finally hit. 

As he’d come closer to the house, he’d been able to catch his scent full of arousal and heat and delicious sweetness. He stumbles into the house, locking the door and practically running to their room. And sure enough, when he makes it there, Yoongi is curled into himself, on his side, a pillow in between his legs (though he doesn’t seem to be... grinding against it, more like it’s helping him overcome the pain) and sweat all over his body. 

“Jeongguk-ah?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing and face lifting to see him. “I-I thought — your class—” 

“Couldn’t concentrate,” he says closing the door behind himself. He makes his way towards the bed, trying to keep himself calm. The scent is overwhelming, Yoongi looks so attractive right now (not that he doesn’t always, it’s just that heat and all... he looks like an omega ready to be bred) and Jeongguk wants to be closer than he is. “And I felt anxious, knew your heat had probably hit,” he adds. 

Yoongi’s eyes are focused on him, cheeks flushed red, because of the heat and maybe for another reason, too. There’s desire in his eyes and Jeongguk knows that’s it’s just a matter of time before it takes over both of them. He notices his clothes, scattered under Yoongi in what clearly is a nest.  

“Jeongguk-ah,” he whispers, reaching up and Jeongguk quickly settles his knees on the mattress. 

“Can I come into your nest?” He asks, softly. 

“Please,” Yoongi whispers. 

And so Jeongguk is fast to settle on his side, in front of him. Yoongi doesn’t move but his eyes follow Jeongguk as if he’s the only thing in the room. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss. The omega whines, kissing back quickly. But he isn’t moving, keeps the pillow in between his legs. The kiss turns heated pretty quickly and before Jeongguk knows it, he’s moving to settle in between Yoongi’s legs, settling over his body, something the older one seems to want a lot. 

But there’s a pillow between them and he can notice that Yoongi’s desperate for more. He fists the pillow in his hand and pulls it up, knowing that it’s probably creating friction over Yoongi’s hips and sure enough, the omega gasps, back arching off the bed, body sensitive,  everything , sensitive. 

The heat doesn’t seem to have taken over yet, Yoongi is still focused, still  there . But he looks desperate, hands tugging at Jeongguk’s shirt to get him closer. Jeongguk falls onto him, Yoongi’s legs wrapping around his waist immediately. And when their hips are flush against each other’s, the omega whines, tilting his head back, baring his neck for the alpha. 

And sure enough, Jeongguk growls in the back of his throat, leaning down to nose at his scent gland, noticing how Yoongi starts squirming, immediately. His movements cause their hips to move and the friction makes Yoongi sigh in relief, suddenly finding a pace to follow, hips lifting shallowly to grind against Jeongguk’s. 

The alpha groans, grinding down at the same time, to meet his small thrusts. Yoongi moans, hands moving to Jeongguk’s back and fisting the material. 

“Jeongguk,” he whimpers, thrusts turning erratic very quickly. 

It’s clear he’s desperate to let go and Jeongguk is more than glad to help. His hand slides between their bodies, cupping Yoongi through his sweatpants and the omega whines deeply, shaking his head and arching his back. His lips part in a silent moan and suddenly, he’s coming. 

Jeongguk watches it happen, marveled in the way Yoongi turns into a moaning mess. He always loves watching Yoongi come because it looks like he’s breaking, body trashing and turning, sinking into the mattress, exhaustion taking over him, quite quickly. He smiles down at him and removes his hand from Yoongi’s cock, to brush his bangs out of his forehead.  

The omega looks sated now, eyes closed and a small smile playing on his lips. It makes Jeongguk smile even wider. 

“Feeling better?” He asks, softly, before leaning down to kiss Yoongi’s nose. Yoongi hums and pouts, asking for a kiss. And Jeongguk leans forward, complies. He kisses him softly, lips lazily sliding over his. “Why don’t we shower, hm?” He asks. 

Yoongi nods but then scrunches his note. 

“Don’t wanna move,” he mumbles, tiredly. 

“I’ll take you, don’t worry, my baby.” 

Yoongi nods and smiles again in content. He’s literally dead weight in Jeongguk’s arms as he takes him to the bathroom. The omega stays wrapped around the alpha’s torso as he waits for the stream of water to turn warm and then he settles him on his feet, starting to undress him. When Yoongi’s soft skin is on display, Jeongguk quickly takes his own clothes off, an arm wrapping around the omega’s waist and lifting him until they’re both under the stream of water. 

Yoongi moves closer to him, arms wrapping around Jeongguk’s waist and hands splaying over his back. 

“I love you,” he mumbles, lips pressing to Jeongguk’s chest. 

“Love you too, baby,” Jeongguk whispers back, lifting his hand to grab the shampoo and pouring some on Yoongi’s head. He scrubs and scrubs, cleaning his hair and then he washes it away, telling him to close his eyes. When he’s done, he lets Yoongi hold on tight, while he scrubs his own hair. After that, he soups the omega’s body up, sliding his hands against his skin. 

He massages his shoulders, his arms, presses against his back, the omega’s smaller body pressing to his. He kneads at the skin of his thighs, sliding down to his calves. And then he goes back up, hands sliding to the omega’s ass. Yoongi whines, lips clasping over Jeongguk’s scent gland. He doesn’t spend too much time there. They need to make it back to bed because he can sense that Yoongi’s heat will officially hit, any second. 

So, he turns the stream off and moves them out of the shower, drying Yoongi’s body off, ever so softly. He does the same with himself and then he doesn’t even bother in getting them dressed again, instead lifting him by the waist, letting the omega wrap his legs around his waist. 

By the time they’re back on their bed, Yoongi is already whining again, hips grinding against Jeongguk’s stomach, cock already growing hard. He slides a comforting hand over the small of his back. He sits on the border, letting Yoongi grind against his hips, hands sliding over his shoulders, drowning in his hair. 

“Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi whines, kissing his lips desperately, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, hips still moving. 

Jeongguk groans. Whenever Yoongi is in heat, he focuses on him as best as he can (unless his rut gets triggered, then they’re both lost in it before they can control themselves) and right now, he’s going to give him whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. So, he lets his hands clutch his hips, helps him grind down over his cock. 

“Baby,” Jeongguk whispers, kissing back as best as he can. 

But honestly, it’s so hard when Yoongi is just taking, taking, kissing and licking, sliding his lips down Jeongguk’s jaw, over his neck, his scent gland (holy fuck, the scenting is so intense right now). 

“Want you, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi whines. “Want you right now, please,” he begs. 

“Yes,” Jeongguk whispers. “Yes.” 

And, yes. Jeongguk is going to give him whatever he wants. 

*.* 

It’s during Yoongi’s third day of heat that they finally are heading towards what they’d talked about, ever since Yoongi had told Jeongguk that he wanted them to mate. Yoongi’s mind is clearer, he isn’t as desperate as he’d been the past days and he’s actually conscious about what’s happening. 

It’s just that, Jeongguk is nervous. Both of them are nervous. Everything feels strange and... as if it’s the first time. They’re just looking at each other, sitting in front of the other. Yoongi’s cheeks are flushed with the heat and with what they’d done just... well, a moment ago.  

There’s something different in the air surrounding them. An excitement and nervousness that Jeongguk hasn’t felt in a while. It takes him back to when he’d first met Yoongi and to everything that had followed next. The first time he held his hand, the first time he kissed him, the first time they ever slept together. Everything. Just, everything. Maybe it’s because they know what’s going to happen. Maybe it’s because their alpha and omega  know  what’s going to happen. They’re getting ready for it. 

Jeongguk lets the scent in the room settle. There’s a heat wave coming, he can smell it in Yoongi. He clears his throat, sees how Yoongi’s eyes open up a bit more, cheeks flaring more intensely. There’s lust in his eyes but also love and excitement. He smiles softly and finally gets on his knees to crawl over to him. 

Yoongi’s body leans back, following Jeongguk’s slow movements. His legs spread but Jeongguk doesn’t fully settle down on them. He stays on his knees, hands on either side of Yoongi’s head. The omega is resting it on the pillow, eyes heavy lidded and tired but they stay focused on Jeongguk. He lets his face lower until his nose is almost brushing against Yoongi’s and the older one lifts his chin to meet him for a kiss. Yet Jeongguk doesn’t let him reach his lips. And it makes the omega whine. So, Jeongguk gives him what he wants. He kisses his lips, ever so softly. And it reminds Jeongguk of their first one. So gentle and full of nerves. 

∞ 

“Hyung, you’re supposed to enjoy the ride,” he says, smiling widely at  Yoongi’s  closed eyes and fingers tightly holding on to his forearm.  

“I am,” the older one mutters, even though he clearly isn’t.  

It’s funny because it’s just the Ferris wheel and it’s not supposed to be something scary. Yet  Yoongi  is clearly scared.  Jeongguk   shouldn’t  take advantage of the situation. But he really can’t help it. He lets his nose drown in  Yoongi’s  hair, moves it to his forehead, kisses him there. And it seems to distract him because the omega stops gripping onto him tightly.  

His eyes lift and find his and  Jeongguk  smiles down at him. He knows what he wants to do next and he gives  Yoongi  a chance to stop him, leans forward just enough so that their noses brush. The omega —he doesn’t move away. He closes his eyes and waits for it.  

And  Jeongguk  feels nervousness taking over him but he continues leaning forward, his lips brushing softly against  Yoongi’s  and it’s beautiful, just what he’d imagined it would be like. His heart beats so fast and his inside go all mushy and he never wants to stop kissing  Yoongi  because it’s so perfect.  

The omega’s fingers move up his chest to his cheek and he slides closer in their seat.  Jeongguk’s  arms wrap around his smaller body and bring him closer.  Yoongi  makes this soft sound of content, in the back of his throat and  Jeongguk  drinks it in, keeps kissing him, forgets where they are, doesn’t even come back to it, even as they come to a stop.  

∞ 

Jeongguk smiles wider, leaning away from his lips to kiss his jaw, slides his mouth downwards, over his neck, loves the way Yoongi bares the skin for him, tilts his head to the side. 

He stays there, his left hand trailing over the omega’s chest, downwards, to his thigh. His fingers settle under his knee and lift it as he finally lets his whole weight fall in between the omega’s leg. It’s then that Yoongi gasps, arches his back off the bed. His hands fall to Jeongguk’s shoulders and he drowns his face in his neck. 

It’s so slow and soft, different to everything they’ve been doing for the past three days (Yoongi’s heat is always so intense and... changes things). He grinds his hips against Yoongi’s, figures out a slow pace to get him to make all those pretty noises again. It feels good, to be like this, to have him like this. He groans when pleasure shoots up his spine and he gasps when he feels Yoongi’s fingers wrapping around his cock. 

He chokes on his breath, face hiding in Yoongi’s neck as the omega slides his hand against him, makes him forget about control and what they’re supposed to be doing. He starts thrusting into his hand, fingers tightening where they’re drowned in the omega’s thigh. It makes the older one whine and suddenly, he’s moving, pushing against Jeongguk’s chest. 

The alpha moves away, lets Yoongi settle him on the bed, in a sitting position. The older one wastes no time in straddling his lap. He groans when Yoongi’s tightness surrounds him, lets his forehead fall to the omega’s chest. It’s so difficult to breathe properly when it feels this good to be inside of Yoongi. There’s pleasure everywhere, even though he isn’t even moving. 

“Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi whispers, hands drowning in his hair and lips kissing his sweaty forehead. “Jeongguk-ah, I love you so much,” he says, voice mixed with a whine. 

And Jeongguk wants to thrust up but he also wants to tell the omega how much he loves him back. 

“I love you too, my baby,” he says, lips brushing against Yoongi’s chest. “I love you so much.” 

Yoongi tilts his head up and their eyes meet and just when he’s opening his mouth to say something, Jeongguk lets his hands settle on the omega’s hips, thrusts up ever so slowly. And Yoongi’s words don’t ever come out, his lips just pop open, head falling backwards when undoubtable pleasure must slide up his back. 

“W-want you to m-mate me,” he says, words escaping choked up whenever Jeongguk thrusts into him. “M-mate me, Jeongguk-ah,” he whines, arms wrapping around the alpha’s neck. 

Jeongguk lets his lips find the omega’s neck, noses at his scent gland. He lets his fingertips slide up Yoongi’s back, softly, grazing his soft and hot skin. 

“Almost there, baby,” he whispers against his neck. 

There’s this heat growing inside of his belly. It curls around and extends to his limbs. Every time he thrusts inside of Yoongi and the omega moans, it grows more intense, it starts to take over. And soon enough, he’s not going slow anymore, he’s not trying to stay calm. 

He wants to hear more and more, wants Yoongi to whine so loud that the whole block can hear him, wants Yoongi to drown his nails into the skin of his back (not that he’s not doing it already, it’s just not strong enough that he feels it deep inside of him), he wants to mate him too but they need to be close, for that. 

Yoongi isn’t doing much (which Jeongguk is okay with because he’s clearly tired after three days of heat) but he’s holding on tight, whining and moaning into Jeongguk’s ear, fueling him so that he goes faster. And he does. He gasps, lips parting and breath hitting the omega’s scent gland. 

“I’m close,” Yoongi whimpers, a moment later. 

Now, his nails  are  clawing into  Jeongguk’s  skin and his teeth are scratching over  Jeongguk’s  neck and he  knows . He’s close, too. He licks at the spot where Yoongi’s neck finds his shoulder, a shiver making its way up his back because it sounds so good to hear him whine like that, desperately, begging for more. 

And then, when Yoongi’s is begging, he lets his teeth drown in his skin. 

It’s like something snaps inside of him. It's sudden and so intense that everything spins. But he doesn’t let go, hears Yoongi whining into his ear, pulling at his hair, coming. He’s coming, he notices. He’s coming and gasping and then he’s biting Jeongguk back. 

And it really does snap, then. Jeongguk feels like his soul connects with Yoongi’s, intertwines with it in a way that has him feeling what he feels. His heart slows down, starts beating just at the same pace as Yoongi’s. 

And then he’s coming, pleasure so intense that everything turns white. 

He isn’t sure of how much time goes by but when he comes back to reality, he’s on his back, Yoongi’s body draped over his and there’s this tiredness taking over him. He closes his eyes, lets it take over and up until then, there’s a content smile on his lips. 

*.* 

Yoongi’s eyes flutter open and Jeongguk’s heart just jumps in his chest, when it happens. There’s so much newness to it all. There’s still nervousness because of the unknown, because they don’t know what to expect. But next to that, there’s excitement, there’s something indescribable. Something Jeongguk doesn’t know how to explain, like he’s breathless. And as Yoongi lifts his hand, lets his fingertips hover over his mating mark, his heart seems to stop beating but it pulls a gasp out of the omega, as if he’s the one to feel it. 

And it must be. He must be feeling everything Jeongguk feels because that’s what’s happening to him. Yoongi’s fingertips brush against his mark, slide over it and it sends a shiver over Jeongguk’s body. He lets his hand move to the omega’s neck, and also touches the mark. And he feels Yoongi’s emotions, feels how the omega loves the touch, how his insides go all mushy. He smiles softly and leans forward, letting his lips brush against the older one’s. 

He feels that, too. How the omega’s heart starts beating faster, how his body turns hot all over, probably because there's still a day of heat left in him. He kisses him softly, though. He wants to take his time exploring this new bond they share. So, he kisses him like that, slowly. He lets his lips move over his, pulling at his lower lip, letting his tongue slide against his. His thumb presses into the mating mark and Yoongi whines, lips parting. Jeongguk licks into his mouth, takes in Yoongi’s pretty sounds. 

He stops pressing against the mark but it’s overwhelming for him, he can feel it, too. He moves his hand down his shoulder, to his arm, presses his thumb into his skin as he goes down. He touches his naked waist, loves how soft and sensitive his skin seems to be during heat (he can feel just how sensitive it is, through the bond). His hand falls to Yoongi’s hip, thumb pressing into his lower belly, pulling out another whine from him. 

When he moves his hand to his ass, Yoongi’s fingers leave his mark and circle his wrist. He stops kissing Jeongguk. 

“I don’t—” he starts but stops. His cheeks are slightly red, eyes drowning into Jeongguk’s. “I just want to feel you for a while,” he whispers. “Don’t wanna... not yet,” he asks. 

Jeongguk smiles down at him and nods. 

“That’s okay, baby,” he whispers back. 

He kisses him again because he just doesn’t want to stop, loves feeling what Yoongi feels, through the bond. He does stop touching his ass and moves back up, to rub circles over his belly, stays there for a few seconds, before moving up his chest, against over to his shoulder, massaging his skin. The omega starts purring, the sound vibrating right into Jeongguk’s mouth and he can feel it, too. The low rumble in the back of the older one’s throat. He hums. He loves it. He’s always loved the purring. It’s not always that he gets a chance to have it. So, he keeps massaging at the omega’s skin, moves to the back of his neck, trying to get his muscles to relax. 

His heat is almost over, so now they’ll probably spend more time cuddling and making each other feel good, feel loved. 

“I love you,” Yoongi whispers, against his lips. His fingertips move up Jeongguk’s arm, to his hair and he cards his hair backwards. 

“I love you, too,” Jeongguk whispers, trying to start kissing him, again. 

But Yoongi seems to have something else in mind. He pecks his lips, once, twice, three times. He pecks his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his forehead. Moves to peck his jaw, his neck. He skips completely the mark (which makes Jeongguk groan in frustration) and moves Jeongguk’s body until he’s lying flat on the bed. He moves to straddle him, kisses down his chest, all over his skin. He kisses his shoulders, kisses down his abdomen, mouths at his skin, at some point. Pecks turn into something more, something that has Jeongguk closing his eyes, groaning every few seconds, when he imagines him going downwards, down, down. 

But Yoongi avoids that part, too. Jeongguk’s fingers find the omega’s hair, comb it backwards, as Yoongi goes over his hip bones, so  close . Fuck. Jeongguk finds himself opening his eyes again, looking down, still touching his hair. He watches Yoongi move to his thighs, mouth at his skin, all over his legs. 

And when he’s done scenting him, kissing him, marking him with small bruises. He goes back up, straddles Jeongguk’s stomach and lets his chest touch the younger one’s. Jeongguk just can’t help tilt his head to the side, letting Yoongi go straight for what he’s clearly searching for and when the omega’s lips clasp over the mating mark, Jeongguk’s whole body comes to life. 

He gasps, back arching off the bed and his hands grip Yoongi’s hips, desperately drowning his fingers into his skin because it feels so good. So intense. It makes his body grow hot with arousal and he finds himself growling deep in his throat, wanting to kiss the omega’s mating mark, too.  

So, he does. One of his hands drowns in the omega’s hair, pulls softly to get him to tilt his head to the side and he clasps his mouth over the marl, too. Yoongi whines, sucks stronger over Jeongguk’s mark. The alpha does the same, provoking the same reaction in the omega. He licks at the mark in the older one’s neck, feels the pleasure inside his own body. He can feel Yoongi’s arousal, spreading like wildfire all over his lower abdomen. 

He flips them over, settling in between the omega’s legs. 

“You feel so good,” he growls, moving away just for a second. 

He mouths at the mating mark again, keeps doing the same for long seconds, keeps touching his skin, keeps enjoying how good it feels to make  Yoongi   feel good. And it takes seconds, literal seconds, to have the omega whining for more. 

“Make love to me, Jeongguk-ah,” he begs, drowning his nails into the alpha’s back. “Make love to me,  please .” 

And Jeongguk does. And it’s different. So much different. It’s great. 

He’s so in love with Yoongi. So in love. 

*.* 

It’s really so different to be mated to Yoongi. Anything that Yoongi feels, he can feel it, too. And everything he feels, Yoongi can feel it, too. They have so much fun with it. Jeongguk moves to the other side of the house and touches his mating mark and he can  feel  Yoongi gasping, he can feel the omega touching his own mark, feels it curling in his chest, this feeling of love, so intense, much more intense than ever before. 

But Yoongi’s heat just ends a few days later and they can’t stay hidden forever. So, they’re meeting up with the guys. They hadn’t talked with them about the mating situation. Jeongguk had only mentioned it to Jin but he hadn’t told the older alpha when they planned on doing it. He can’t wait to see their faces. 

This is forever. It means that they will be together forever and it’s even said that mated couples are supposed to find each other all over time, even after death, when reborn, they’re meant to find each other once more, fall in love once more, mate again. Meant to be together, really, forever. 

He wants that. He knows that Yoongi is the only one he’ll ever love, in this life and in every other one. 

Yoongi nuzzles his nose into Jeongguk’s arm as they walk side by side. Jeongguk leans down to kiss his forehead and hums. 

“What is it, baby?” He asks, because he can feel the nervousness in the omega’s body. 

“Do you think they’ll notice just by seeing us?” He asks, an exciting tone in his words. 

It makes Jeongguk laugh, excitement also bubbling in his chest. 

“I think they will,” he says. “Our scents are mixed now, remember?” He asks. “Which means you permanently smell like me, plus the lemons. Although,” he stops, takes a deep breath, his nose right over Yoongi’s mating mark. “The peaches are so much more intense, now,” he says. 

“Really?” Yoongi asks, eyebrows lifting, as Jeongguk leans back up. 

“Yeah,” the younger one says, smiling down at him. “Can’t wait to see their reactions,” he adds, giving Yoongi’s hand a tight squeeze. 

The omega does the same and they walk the rest of the way in silence. 

They meet in the same restaurant they were supposed to have lunch at, the last time. When they arrive, the other five boys are already sitting together on a large table, talking excitedly about something. They’ll surely tell Jeongguk and Yoongi about it soon enough, it’s been a little over a week since they last saw each other. 

When they approach the table, Jimin is the first one to look up, eyes wide and nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air. His eyes open up wider and it makes Jeongguk laugh, Yoongi shying away and hiding his face in Jeongguk’s chest. He slides his fingers in between his hair strands and holds him close. 

“What the fuck, you guys mated!” Jimin exclaims, jumping from his seat. 

Four more heads turn to them and they all have their eyes opened up wide. Jin doesn’t seem as surprised as the rest do, obviously. But he does look proud. They all look proud, honestly. It makes his alpha feel thrilled, excitement pouring all over his body. He smiles widely and gets Yoongi to turn back around towards them. 

They turn into a mess of hugs and excited words, congratulations, the five other boys excited over this new situation. It takes them a while to get over the whole celebration and they finally sit at the table, talking about it. Jeongguk tells them about having it planned out about talking it out with Yoongi. About how they decided to do it during Yoongi’s heat. They leave out the details because,  yeah . But he has no doubts that Yoongi will be telling Taehyung and Jimin, later, when they’re all alone. And he also knows that he’ll end up talking about it with the alpha’s. But now, they settle for something calm and have a good time together, as a pack.  

Things  have  changed, since they came back from their trip. It’s not that they weren’t already close, before it. But it feels different now, it feels like they’re all connected, somehow. Maybe it’s because of the new mated couple; and also, because now Jin, Hoseok and Taehyung are together. And they look good, even closer than a week ago. Jeongguk can see how much closer they’ve grown. He notices the little details. How Jin will lean closer to Hoseok’s side, lets his nose brush against the younger one’s neck. How he then moves to Taehyung, who’s looking at them both. How the omega closes his eyes as Jin kisses his forehead. And he has no doubt that they’re holding hands under the table. 

This is what Jin hyung was waiting for, Jeongguk understands. Someone to love, someone that would love him back just as much. And he’s glad it’s them, that they’re all together now, like this. 

“What’s in your mind, Jeongguk-ah?” Yoongi asks, softly, into his ear. 

“I’m just happy,” Jeongguk whispers, scrunching his nose at the omega. 

It makes Yoongi smile wider. 

“I am, too,” he whispers back. “You make me so happy. And I’m so glad it’s the seven of us,” he adds, moving closer to him. 

“I’m glad, too,” Jeongguk whispers. “I love you.” 

I love you, too. The omega’s words are whispered into the silent air between them and it’s a promise, another promise of forever. It makes Jeongguk even happier. He needs nothing more than this. 

“Let’s go out on a date,” the omega whispers, before turning back to the group’s conversation. “Lets have dinner,” he says. 

Jeongguk’s smile grows bigger then. 

∞ 

It’s just a normal night. It’s not supposed to be any different that the times before. But it feels that way. There’s a different buzz in the night, something that’s tingling inside of  Jeongguk’s  chest. He’s been sitting next to  Yoongi  all this while and they’re coming close to the omega’s stop. The alpha doesn’t want him to go. He wants to be by his side for at least a little while more. He doesn’t want it to ever end.  

But as every night, it has to. And  Yoongi  gets up, as the near his stop.  But  he doesn’t leave. He doesn’t start walking towards the doors. He stops and turns around and looks into  Jeongguk’s  eyes.  

“ Lets  have dinner ,”  he says, voice so low that  Jeongguk  is sure he’s imagined it .  But  Yoongi  is inviting him to have dinner together. It’s a date. Okay, he hasn’t  said  it’s a date. But  Jeongguk  wants to believe it is. It’s the first time the omega is telling him this. “I know a place, nearby,” he adds. “Or is it too far away for you?” He asks, then.  

“No,”  Jeongguk  blurts out, immediately. He’s already standing, ready to go with  Yoongi . “It’s fine. My stop isn’t that far,” he promises. And it really isn’t. It’s just a few blocks away, nothing he can’t walk, if that means he gets to be with  Yoongi  longer.  

The omega seems hesitant, for a moment. But then  Jeongguk  is standing next to him and his cheeks blush a bit ( Jeongguk  sees it even if the older one is hiding it quickly) as he nods.  

“Okay,” he murmurs, hiding his hands in his pockets.  

Jeongguk  stands close to him, smiles widely because he just can’t help it.  

He gets to be with Yoongi for longer.  

And it turns out being two more hours. And then they walk around for another hour more. And by the time  Yoongi  is telling him that he should go home before it gets  too  late (it’s almost three in the morning, anyway), he couldn’t be happier. He’s had so much fun just talking with  Yoongi , getting to know him more. He wants this again. He wants it again and as  Yoongi  starts leaving ( Jeongguk  had wanted to walk him home but the omega had refused and the alpha had no right to insist), he calls for him, stopping his paths.  

“Let’s have dinner again, tomorrow,” he says, smiling. “My turn to treat you,” he adds.  

Yoongi  blinks in surprise. But he nods, he nods and says:  

“Okay.”  

And  Jeongguk  spends the next day waiting for the time to come, for them to meet in the metro and spend another wonderful night together.  

∞ 

Ah, all the good memories there are. Of course, there are sad ones, too. But they also add up to everything they’ve come to, now. 

“Lets have dinner,” Jeongguk accepts. 

Yoongi smiles widely and finally goes back to the conversation. Yet Jeongguk can’t stop looking at him. He looks different now that they’re mated. He isn’t sure about what it’s about, if it’s the fact that they’re mated or if it’s because everything is overpowered by the bond. It doesn’t matter, he figures. He’s just so happy and glad that they’re finally bound together like this. 

He lets his fingers intertwine with the omega’s, under the table and he spends the rest of the afternoon holding his hand, grateful and happy. 

*.* 

Jeongguk wakes up in the middle of the night. It doesn’t take long for him to notice that it’s because Yoongi is whining in his sleep, distress stinking up the room, making his alpha angry at the omega’s sadness. He wastes no time waking him up, shakes him away from sleep. And Yoongi is crying by that point, his eyes fluttering open to find Jeongguk’s. 

“It’s okay,” the younger one assures. He cradles Yoongi against his chest, holds him tight to make sure that he feels protected. “It was just a bad dream. I’m right here, baby,” he whispers. “It’s okay.” 

He makes sure to scent him, take away his pain. He nuzzles over his scent gland, over the mating mark and tries to not think about the fear that he can feel through it, the sadness. He tries his best taking it away. He lets Yoongi pull at his shirt, bring him closer. 

He kisses him back when Yoongi kisses him desperately. He brushes away the tears trailing down his cheeks, with his thumbs and he kisses him with everything he has because this nightmare has clearly made the omega too sad. 

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whines. “I’m so sorry, Jeongguk-ah,” he whispers. 

Jeongguk isn’t sure about why he’s apologizing. He isn’t sure about why he’s so distressed and why it isn’t going away. 

“Why are you apologizing, my baby?” He asks. “Everything is okay, I’m—” 

“I hurt you so much,” he whines. 

Jeongguk freezes. Huh? What is he talking about? 

“You haven’t hurt me, baby. What are you talking about?” He asks, softly. 

He cards his fingers through the omega’s hair. 

“At the beginning, I pushed you away, I—” he hiccups, interrupting his words. Jeongguk wants to tell him that no, that it’s been so long. That it doesn’t matter. That they’re so happy now, but Yoongi keeps muttering, keeps talking, keeps crying. “I hurt you. I’m so sorry.” 

Jeongguk wonders what kind of nightmare he had that it’s making him remember this, making him feel the pain behind it. Because God, it  had  hurt, back then. It had hurt Jeongguk but it had also hurt Yoongi. And now that they’ve been mated for a while, he’s started feeling those things. He can go through the emotions behind every memory in Yoongi’s mind. And he knows just how much this hurt him, even though Jeongguk had thought his own pain had been unbearable, back then. 

∞ 

Jeongguk  can feel the pain as if it’s physical. He’s been with  Yoongi  for long enough that his alpha has grown attached to him. He doesn’t like that  Jeongguk  and  Yoongi  have been separated for almost two weeks.  Jeongguk  himself doesn’t like it at all. The pain has him terrified. He’s so scared that it will never go away. He’s scared that he’ll never get over it. He loves  Yoongi  so much. He hates this, hates that they’re away. He hates that the omega pushed him away, he hates that he got so angry that he fought with him, that he told him that he didn’t want to be with someone that hurt him like that. He hates that  Yoongi  yelled that it was fine. He hates that he left like that,  fighting .  

He hates that it’s been almost two weeks and the omega is yet to search for him. He wants to go and ask for forgiveness but it’s not his fault. Yet he also knows that  Yoongi  had been so overwhelmed with a lot of things, college and work and everything else. Still, it wasn’t his fault. He’d stayed there, next to him. He’d stayed even when  Yoongi  kept pushing him away, avoiding him. He’d stayed. And now Yoongi isn’t there and he hates it.  

The doorbell rings but he doesn’t want to answer. He doesn’t want to move. He doesn’t want to get out of bed. He curls himself in a ball and just waits for them to go away. It must be Namjoon, coming over to talk with him, convince him of going out. Or maybe it’s Jimin, read to scream some sense into him.  

Jeongguk doesn’t want to hear it. He wants to be alone.  

But the doorbell rings again and again. And once more. It’s desperate, one time, two, three. It keeps ringing. He frowns and sits up and it hits him so suddenly, lemons, oranges. It’s everywhere but it’s too far away, just at the same time.  

He stumbles onto his feet, almost trips over and falls. He runs towards the door and opens as fast as he can. And there he is. There’s  Yoongi . The omega looks so small and sad. There are dark moons under his eyes because he clearly hasn’t been sleeping. And his eyes are red, tiredness, tears. New tears. He’s crying, just like that. There’s distress in his scent, mixed with the lemons. And  Jeongguk  hates it so much. He wants to reach out and take it away, his alpha is ready for it, to tuck the omega in between his arms and hold him tight. But he doesn’t. Yoongi hurt him so much. It still hurts, just as much as it had hurt to be away from him for all these days.  

“ Jeongguk ,”  Yoongi  whispers. He hasn’t moved from his place. He hasn’t even made a move to come in. His omega senses that  Jeongguk  isn’t happy, that he’s hurt. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers.  Jeongguk  takes it in, lets the words take over. “I didn’t want to hurt you, I hate that I hurt you. I was so scared and overwhelmed and I’m sorry,” he whines.  

He’s whining. He’s hugging himself with his small arms and he’s trembling and  Jeongguk  can sense that he wants to come forward, hug him, be held. He wants to be with him and  Jeongguk  wants that too. He wants to hold him tight. He wants to take his pain away.  

“It’s okay,” he whispers. “You have to promise me— ”  

“I promise,”  Yoongi  interrupts. He’s letting go of himself quickly, taking a step forward. “I promise, just  —  please, just  touch  me,” he begs.  

He’s still crying. He’s reaching out and  Jeongguk   —  he’s going to him. He’s covering the space that separates them and he’s wrapping his arms around the omega's waist. He holds him against his body, holds him as tight as he can. He noses at his scent gland, covers his scent with his own, makes sure to take away the distress, the pain.  

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much, please never push me away,” he begs.  

It’s the first time he’s telling him this. He’s confessing his love so suddenly and he doesn’t care. He wants Yoongi to know. That he’s here and he’ll stay, as long as he stops being scared, stops pushing him away when he gets overwhelmed.  

“I love you, too,” he says, in between sobs. “Jeongguk, I love you so much.”  

And  Jeongguk   knows . He knows. And it’s okay. They’re okay. He lifts him up from the floor and closes the door and doesn’t stop until they’re under the covers, holding each other tight. And he holds  Yoongi  close until they both fall asleep, exhausted because of the little sleep they’ve been getting.  

Jeongguk   knows , then. He knows that  Yoongi  is the one. The only one he’ll ever love.  

And he’s totally fine with it.  

∞ 

“It’s okay, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, pushing the memory away. “I know but it’s okay. Everything is fine, now. We’re happy. We’re together, don’t be sad,” he whispers. “I’m with you, I will be. Forever,” he assures. 

Yoongi nods but he presses himself closer to Jeongguk. He pulls at his shirt and kisses him again. He’s stopped crying but there’s still distress in his scent. Jeongguk wants it gone. He mouths over his scent gland and lets his hands drown under his shirt, touches his skin. He tries his best to take his pain away and doesn’t stop releasing calming pheromones until Yoongi stops trembling, stops smelling sad. 

His body relaxes slowly and he ends up nosing at Jeongguk’s scent gland, snuggles closer to his chest. He sighs in relief and kisses the alpha’s chest, his forehead falling to the same place. 

“My baby,” Jeongguk whispers, kissing the top of his head. “My sweet, baby. I love you so much.” 

Yoongi hums, lets his hand drown under Jeongguk’s shirt, slides his hands over his back. 

“I’ll never hurt you again,” he mumbles. “I promised.” 

Jeongguk nods, kisses his head again. 

“I know that, my baby,” he assures. “It’s okay.” 

“Okay,” Yoongi mutters, tiredness covering his voice. 

He breathes in slowly, lets it go just as slow. He lifts his eyes and pouts his lips. And Jeongguk leans down to kiss him, slides his knee in between his legs and holds his thigh against his hip. They kiss slowly, Yoongi’s body going pliant under his touch. 

He falls back asleep in the middle of the kiss and it makes Jeongguk laugh, trying to keep it as low as possible. He holds him tight until he falls asleep, as well. They stay like that throughout the night and when they wake up, they’re still curled around each other, holding tight. 

*.* 

Yoongi is playing the piano, Jeongguk sitting next to him. He doesn’t sit on his lap because the older one seems so focused; he doesn’t want to break his concentration. This song sounds so good, like something he’s been working on for a very long while. And Jeongguk wants to make sure to be there to appreciate it, to listen to it. 

Yoongi’s hands are so pretty, so elegant, as they move over the keys. The melody is intense, makes Jeongguk feel like he’s inside of Yoongi’s mind, his heart. And it is like that. He feels Yoongi through the bond, he feels what the omega is feeling, while he plays something as beautiful as this. 

Jeongguk just listens, as Yoongi starts over when he doesn’t like how it’s going, as Yoongi freezes in the middle of it, stares at his hands and then starts playing again. He stares and stares until Yoongi stops and puts his hands on his lap. 

He looks over at Jeongguk, his gaze trailing over the younger one’s eyes. 

“It was beautiful,” he whispers, because it was. It was filled with emotion and just what Jeongguk loves, hearing what Yoongi feels and thinks, just in the way he plays the piano. 

It reminds him of all the times Yoongi sat down next to him, teaching him, getting him to learn quickly, because Jeongguk has always gotten ahold of things pretty quickly. 

∞ 

“You have to relax your hands,  Jeongguk -ah,”  Yoongi  explains, fingers massaging the inside of his hands. He presses his thumbs into his skin and it works quite well.  Jeongguk  finds himself relaxing his muscles, letting  Yoongi  play with his fingers. He forgets about what they’re doing pretty quickly, getting lost in the way  Yoongi  touches him.  

He likes it a lot, how invested  Yoongi  is in this, in playing. Whenever he talks about it, he gets just as lost in it as  Jeongguk  gets lost in  Yoongi .  Jeongguk  lets  Yoongi  place his hands over the keys, lets the older one guide him while he explains how he must play, with emotions, with his heart.  

He watches closely and tries his best to learn but it’s only the third time he’s doing this, so it doesn’t go as well as he wishes.  Yoongi  remains calm, ever so invested in it. He keeps talking to  Jeongguk  about it, even as they move to the older one’s bed, to take a nap.  

And even while  Jeongguk  is curled into his body, holding him close, he keeps his eyes on the ceiling, fingers moving in the air, over him. He keeps talking about being delicate yet fierce, at the same time. He keeps talking about how much important it is to be focused and if not, to be thinking of something that makes you feel what you want to express.  

Jeongguk  keeps smiling all throughout his monologue, listens closely and tries hard to stay focused on his voice and not on how his heart is beating in his chest, calm and so...  loud .  

∞ 

He’s excited. He’s been practicing this on his own for a very long while. He’d have his improvised lessons with  Yoongi , whenever they both had time but he’s also been sneaking into the older one’s house (because  Yoongi  gave him a key so that he could go there whenever he wanted), practicing on his own, trying to memorize a song, a song he knows that Yoongi loves.  

It’s one of the songs the older one has produced on his own, a song he’s always playing and using to explain to  Jeongguk  the importance of emotion and keeping his hands relaxed.  

Yoongi  doesn’t know that now he has the song perfectly memorized and that he’s going to play it for him today, during their time together. He’s also nervous, feels like he’s going to confess something to the omega. And he  sort  of is. This song holds so much emotion, so much... love.  Jeongguk  feels it that way, in any case. When he’s played it, while trying to learn it, he felt that what he wanted to express was love.  

And he is in love. He hasn’t told  Yoongi  yet. He might not tell him any time soon because they haven’t been together that long and he doesn’t want to scare the older one with overwhelming feelings. But he does love him and he’ll show it to him, at least, with this song.  

When  Yoongi  arrives and finds him already sitting there, in front of the piano, his eyes light up and he tilts his head to the side.  

“Someone’s excited,” he comments, making his way towards him.  

He’s saying that like his face hasn’t just turned so bright and as if he’s not skipping eating, taking a shower and changing into pajamas, just to sit next to  Jeongguk .  

“I want to show you something,”  Jeongguk  says, turning his body to the piano, as Yoongi sits next to him.  

“ Lets  hear it, then,”  Yoongi  says.  

And so,  Jeongguk  tells him. He tells him how in love with him he is, how he’s never felt this for anybody before and how he wants to spend the rest of his life with Yoongi. He tells him how he’s already planning it, getting his life in order (not that he doesn’t sort of have it like that, already) and preparing everything so that he can be a good alpha for him. He tells him how he wants them to be mated, to have pups and to have a wonderful family.  

He tells him through the keys and closes his eyes, gets lost in it. He does it perfectly, focused on his emotions and what he wants  Yoongi  to know. He isn’t sure if the older one gets it like that. But he knows that the omega feels it. When his eyes open and his gaze slides towards Yoongi, the older one is crying.  

There are tears sliding down his cheeks and his eyes are focused on  Jeongguk . It makes the alpha wonder if he’s even looked at the way he played. He doesn’t seem to have moved his eyes away from his face, at all. Maybe that was his way of seeing  Jeongguk’s  emotions and what he wanted to express through the song.  

“Hyung?” He asks in a  whisper .  

Yoongi   moves . He straddles  Jeongguk’s  lap and wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck and he cries. Honest to God, sobs into  Jeongguk’s  chest and holds him so tight that  Jeongguk  can only hold him back just as tight. He noses at his hair, tries to understand what’s happening but he doesn’t know what to say, what this means.  

Yoongi  cries for a while and it takes him another long while to actually calm down. But when he does, he lifts his puffy face to  Jeongguk  and pouts, his so frequent way of asking for a kiss.  Jeongguk  leans down and gives him what he wants, kisses him softly, tries to release calming pheromones to keep the omega calm.  

“What — ”  

“It was beautiful,”  Yoongi  whispers. “I’m  —  I just  —   Jeongguk -ah,” he says, eyes  crinkling  as if he’s about to cry again.  

Jeongguk shakes his head.  

“Don’t cry, baby,” he whispers, letting his nose brush against the older one’s. “I didn’t want to make you cry, I just—”  

“I know,”  Yoongi  interrupts. “I know. But it was so beautiful and I felt it,” he says, grabbing  Jeongguk’s  hand and placing it right over his heart. It makes  Jeongguk’s  own heart leap in his chest. He wonders if  Yoongi  actually has, if he loves him back. But the older one goes on and says something else. “I could feel it here,  Jeongguk -ah. You did so good. Hyung’s so proud of  you,”  he whispers.  

When he kisses  Jeongguk  again, it feels different. It feels like it means something else.  Jeongguk  kisses back, lets  Yoongi  take everything he wants. His hands move to his back and press him closer and  Yoongi  is pulling at his shirt, desperately. It’s desperate, it’s messy and  Jeongguk  moves. He stands up and takes them to  Yoongi’s  room and he kisses him over and over again, until  laziness  takes over and they slowly drift to sleep.  

∞ 

“I’m making it for you,” Yoongi says, smiling. “Did you feel it?” He asks, hand touching Jeongguk’s. 

“I did,” he whispers. 

He always feels everything Yoongi is trying to express because the older one does this so well. He’s so good at it. And over the time they’ve been together, especially after they’d had that first fight and separated for a couple of weeks, Yoongi’s made this a habit. He’s always playing for Jeongguk, telling him things through the keys. And it’s somehow more beautiful like that, it’s heavier, it’s deeper and it tells ten times more than anything else does. 

“I love you,” Yoongi whispers, intertwining his fingers. “I’m so happy we get to be together forever,” he adds. 

Jeongguk lets his face hide in Yoongi’s neck and he takes a deep breath. He lets his scent invade him, loves how different yet familiar, it smells. 

“I love you too, baby,” he whispers, kissing the mating mark, if only for a second. “I can’t wait to live the rest of my life with you. 

He manhandles Yoongi onto his neck and kisses him while he presses him backwards, onto the keys, a mix of sounds filling in the living room. He stands up and takes them to the bedroom, planning to show him just how ready he is for it. 

*.* 

Jeongguk is having the worse time concentrating. He’d been fine at first but then Yoongi started to kiss his neck, lick at his scent gland. And he was a goner, right that second. It shouldn’t be that way. He’s used to this. Sure, he hasn’t had time for it recently but this is not new. Still, while playing his videogames for the first time in so long, Yoongi had crawled his way onto his lap, wrapped himself around him and just stayed there while Jeongguk played. Now everything really  was  fine, until he started doing that. 

Now, every time Yoongi nibbles on his skin, it has Jeongguk growling in the back of his throat, wanting to touch but not being able to because he’s playing and he can’t exactly lose. 

When the game is over, though, he throws the control to the side and drops them onto the bed, settles in between Yoongi’s legs. He inhales deeply, marveling in the way Yoongi’s body trembles under his. He loves this, just lying in the same bed, so close to each other, so intimate. It’s so much better now that they’re mated. It’s so much better now that they’re so bound together. 

He closes his eyes, lets his cheek press against the older one’s chest and he hears his heart, feels how it beats just at the same pace as his. He smiles, loves how it feels to have Yoongi’s fingers in his hair, combing it backwards, his lips pressing to his forehead. 

“I love you so much, Yoongi hyung,” he whispers. 

Wow. It’s been very long since the last time he called him like that. Sure, he tosses in a hyung, every once in a while. But normally, he calls him baby. Yoongi’s fingers freeze for a whole second, when the words are out but then he tugs at Jeongguk’s hair, gets him to look at him. 

“You haven’t called me like that in a while,” he whispers, eyes glowing a bit. 

Huh. Jeongguk didn’t know he liked it that much. 

“I’ll make sure to call you like that more frequently,” he says. “Now tell me that you love me back,” he pouts, eyebrows frowning slightly. 

“I love you so much,” he whispers. “We’re going to be so happy together,” he whispers.

Jeongguk nods again, like a baby and he leans down to kiss Yoongi again. The omega hums, kisse him back and lets his fingers drown in the younger one’s hair. 

“Love you so much, my sweet and little baby,” Jeongguk whispers, hiding his face in the omega’s neck, again. He inhales once more, takes in his delicious scent, now mixed with his, permanently mixed with his. 

“Love you too, my sweet and huge baby,” Yoongi whispers, carding his fingers through his hair, once more. 

Jeongguk loves this. He really does. He loves how Yoongi holds him and he loves how he gets to hold Yoongi. And he also  loves  the idea of what’s to come, knowing that they have so much time to love each other and make each other happy. He’s going to make sure that Yoongi’s smile never leaves his lips, he’s going to make sure to give him everything he wants. 

He closes his eyes, thinks about it, imagines it. Yoongi’s fingers move down his neck, thumb brushing against his mating mark. It pulls a gasp out of him but it’s stopped being something as arousing as before. It’s turned into something soothing, something that makes him feel closer to Yoongi. He feels it deep inside of his chest and he feels it himself. 

It’s love and it’s perfect and it’s for Yoongi, only for Yoongi. He blindly looks for the older one’s mating mark, lets his own thumb touch it. And he can feel that, too. He can feel Yoongi feeling it. He smiles widely and looks up once more because he just can’t help it. 

“I really love you so much,” he whispers. 

Yoongi smiles down at him. 

“I do, too,” he whispers back. 

Jeongguk smiles and closes his eyes again and he loves this, he really does. He relaxes, lets Yoongi play with his hair and he slowly drifts to sleep. There’s a promise lingering in the air, a promise of happiness and forever. And he loves that, too. He loves everything about Yoongi. 

He loves Yoongi, so much.