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‘In the Vineyard’

Park Jimin is dying of boredom. As the youngest of his family of twelve, and the only male omega, he is always the last to be invited anywhere exciting, the last to be given a thought, the last to find out about fun news. And right now, it is quite possible the hottest day of the summer, so he is not only dying of boredom, but melting into a puddle of his own sweat and irritation.

He’s pretty sure all of his sisters have gone off to the sea today, and most of his brothers have gone down into the town with their father. Jimin’s mother is somewhere around, but he isn’t sure where. Jimin heaves a dramatic sigh, his stays pulling tight around his chest, and throws himself horizontal on the chair he is currently occupying. It is so unbearably hot today that he isn’t even wearing proper clothing. He has the thinnest, lightest of chemises on under his stays…and he hasn’t even bothered to put an outer layer on for decency.

He snorts. Decency. He certainly has none. His skirts shimmy up his legs until his smooth, bare legs are fully on display, and he kicks them back and forth over the armchair’s armrest. At least his stays are pretty with their burgundy red floral design over the solid cream background.

“Ughhhh!” he moans angrily, flopping and rolling until his head slips off of the chair, and his torso arches down over the cushion. He squirms and uses his arms as braces upon the floor as he stares at the world upside-down. His dark brown hair, which had at one point this morning been properly done up, is now likely becoming mussed and tangled.

He entertains himself for a short while, moving his legs this way and that, fantasizing about one of the house staff walking in on him—an alpha, preferably—and imagining what it would feel like to be eaten out that way. Dizzying, probably. The blood is already rushing to his head now. His stays are usually comfortable, but now they constrict him and make him work harder to breathe. His nipples feel pinched where they are just barely covered by the top of the stays. He can feel his sweat dripping down his body.

The heat is both similar to an omega heat, and yet very much not. Omega heats come from the inside and work their way out. Like a burning fire heating up a sauna, erasing all thoughts from his mind and making his body boil with need. Right now, however, the air itself crushes him. He pants as if he’s been running, and his hands are slippery now.

“What on earth are you doing??”

Jimin gasps sharply and topples completely off of the chair to land in an undignified heap upon the floor.

“Brother,” Jimin’s second-eldest beta sister says, her voice dripping in disgust, “when will you ever stop acting like a child? Learn to behave yourself, or you’ll never get married!”

Jimin finds his feet and shakes out his skirt, patting it down again so it falls correctly. “Sister,” he responds mockingly, “that is the least of my worries. I can have any alpha I want, and you know it.”

She scoffs. His sister Yongsun is just as lovely as any of his siblings; the Park family has been blessed by the moon with beautiful children, that is for sure. But her beauty cannot hide her attitude, which is another thing about half of the Park children suffer from. (Well, Jimin doesn’t think he suffers from his attitude. It makes life far more entertaining, after all.)

“How many knothead vineyard workers are you planning to entice this year?” she asks. Jimin can tell she isn’t interested in the answer. She just wants to insult him with whichever answer he gives. Yongsun, after all, has been “saving” herself for her mate. She has no prospects as of now, but Jimin suspects that she is interested in her best friend Byulyi, who is also a beta—but acts like an alpha, in Jimin’s opinion. She even dresses like one, in trousers and waistcoats.

Jimin raises his eyebrow. “Who said anything about vineyard workers? Maybe I’ll find a rich alpha from the town.”

“Not…what was his name? I’ve forgotten. The big alpha with the hands.”

Jimin can’t help his laugh from spilling out. “I’m sure they all had hands, dear sister. It’s rather important for the harvest. But I think I know the one you’re talking about. Blond, a bit of scruff on his chin?”

“Yes, yes, that’s the one. I thought you liked him—always stalking him and acting ridiculously flirtatious around him.”

Jimin can’t remember the alpha’s name, either. “Well, in addition to his hands, he did have quite the sizable knot. You can’t blame me for having it a few times between the others,” he shrugs. “Anyway,” he then frowns, “I thought you were at the sea with the others?”

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Min Yoongi pauses to wipe sweat from his brow, blinking and squinting through the branches at the hazy blue sky. It’s been a few hours, now, since he entered the forest to begin the last of his journey to the temple. It shouldn’t be too far, now. He takes yet another sip of the unpleasantly warm water in his canteen, horribly conscious that if he runs out of water on a day like today, he will be in danger of dehydration. It is an exceedingly hot and humid summer day, even worse than yesterday. His clothing sticks to his body uncomfortably. He wears a headband to keep the sweat from dripping down his face, but even so his auburn bangs are dark with moisture and cling together where they hang over his eyes.

The path he is following has been clear for the most part; it would make sense to him that there is a well-traveled path to the temple, of course. However, there have been a few forks in the path that have given him pause. For some reason, the paths are not marked, and so he’s had to refer to the directions he wrote down previously. He’s pretty confident that he’s on the right path.

Until he isn’t.

The trees beginning to thin out doesn’t bother him much, and the path heading downhill rather than uphill isn’t too much of a worry, since he knows often paths must go around things like walls of rock or a river, and it isn’t too uncommon to go in the opposite direction before resuming the expected direction. However, the path continues to open up more and more until there are no trees to shade him from the burning sun overhead, and suddenly he is gazing out over rolling hills covered with sprawling vineyards. Far off in the distance, he sees an extravagant villa.

Yoongi pauses and glances back at the forest. He’s run out of water, and even if he turns around now, there’s no telling when he’ll find his way back to the right path at this point. It’s best if he finds someone from whom he can ask for a drink, and perhaps they will even know how to reach the temple.

Finally giving into the urge to remove his upper layers of clothing, Yoongi tucks his outer shirt into his pack and rolls up his sleeves. He tugs his collar open more to let in air, even though it doesn’t seem to help one bit because the air itself is cloying. He then carefully follows the path which seems to be leading him directly through the vineyard.

Yoongi stares, wide-eyed, at the plump grapes hanging like perfect, juicy jewels from their vines. This vineyard is well taken care of, that is for sure. He admires the golden-pink hue of the grapes, wondering what kind they are. He knows nothing of grapes or wine, although he consumes wine at meals, of course. He can’t help reaching out to touch a few of the grapes that are hanging from the canopy. He would never take what isn’t his, but they are just so beautiful and glossy that he needs to check if they are truly real and not an illusion. They are sleek and warm against his fingertips.

Several minutes later, he spots someone. There is a break in the rows of vines; almost as if he’s come across an oasis in the desert, Yoongi realizes there is a fountain, beside which a young person is sitting. He can’t tell if it is a lady or gentleman at first, for their face is away from him, but they have what appears to be long, dark brown hair haphazardly tied up off their neck, and they wear a casual cream-white dress with stays that are covered in a dark red floral design. An omega, likely. Their skirts are bunched up around their knees, revealing smooth legs and small bare feet below.

“Hello there!” Yoongi calls out, and the person turns quickly toward him.

Yoongi’s first impression is that he must’ve died of heatstroke and reached the afterlife, for this person looks as if they could be one of the great moon goddess’s guides. Yoongi sends a quick wordless prayer of thanks to the moon and steps forward.

The person is no guide, of course, but a young omega man—the most beautiful being Yoongi has ever had the blessing of setting his eyes upon. The omega’s rich chestnut eyes are wide with surprise. They quickly run down and up Yoongi’s figure as he approaches.

“Hello,” the omega responds with the loveliest of voices. Soft like a petal, sweet like nectar, spilling from full, rosy lips. He stands up, letting his skirts fall around him in a delicate swish of cloth until they reach just above his ankles. Yoongi tries to not stare at the expanse of the omega’s chest above the stay. It is so low that the alpha is sure he can see the crest of the omega’s areolas. Yoongi feels almost light-headed from the blood heating his face even more than it already is. “What are you doing in our vineyards?”

He doesn’t seem angry or upset. Rather, he seems intrigued. The breeze—already heavy with the humidity—brings the scent of the omega toward Yoongi, and he can’t help the way his nostrils flare as his nose fills with the sweetest dessert wine and a field of wildflowers at the height of summer—when one can almost smell the sunshine in the high grasses. It makes his mouth water slightly; or, it would, if he wasn’t so parched.

“I’m heading to the temple in the forest, but I’ve gotten myself lost, and I’ve run out of water. Perhaps I could trouble you for a drink?”

“Are you a monk?” the omega asks, sounding both amused and disbelieving.

“No, I—they are not called monks,” Yoongi says helplessly. “I will be a servant of the gods.”

“Well, it’s—I dunno, it’s far off that way, I think,” the omega shrugs. His behavior is not nearly as shy as Yoongi might have predicted. He holds his hand out for something, and Yoongi stares dumbly until he says, “give me your canteen. I’ll fill it up for you.”

“Oh—yes. Thank you.”

Yoongi hurriedly hands his canteen over. He follows the omega over to a spout running from a nearby stone wall and watches as he fills it. When Yoongi realizes he is admiring the shape of the omega through his clothing as he bends over to fill the canteen, his backside on full display so that Yoongi can almost see both globes of his supple buttocks, the alpha sucks in a sharp breath of air and shakes himself, looking back up at the omega’s face right when he turns back to him.

Their fingers brush when the canteen is handed back. Yoongi feels dizzy.

“You should probably drink some of that,” the omega points out, frowning. “You look a bit…”

Yoongi tips the canteen back, relishing in the cool water as it pours down his throat. Almost immediately, his mind feels a little clearer.

“You have a little—” Yoongi startles when delicate fingers touch his face, tracing the trails of water that didn’t make it into his mouth. The omega’s fingers follow the trail all the way down his jaw and along his throat before pulling away, and to Yoongi’s absolute shock, the omega then stares him directly in the eyes as he puts his fingers into his mouth to suck what is probably more of Yoongi’s sweat than simple drops of water.

The omega’s plump lips mold themselves around his fingers as they slide back out, and Yoongi sees one corner curve up. His eyes snap back to the omega’s.

“I’m Park Jimin,” the omega says. “What’s your name, alpha?”

Yoongi clears his throat, trying to control the way his nostrils want to flare at the sweet scent floating in the air. “Min Yoongi.” Then, his brain catches up with him. “Park—” the renowned Park family vineyards; of course.

Laughter fills the omega’s eyes, although he doesn’t actually laugh. “You know where you are, now, I see. Yes, these vineyards have been in my family for generations.”

Yoongi is trying his best to not eye the omega’s figure. His shoulders are narrow, and his waist looks slim enough that Yoongi could likely pick him up with ease.

“Your scent,” the omega says lightly, and Yoongi realizes that somehow Jimin has stepped into his space without him noticing, “is so rich.” Jimin takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, tilting his head and—oh—baring his neck.

The alpha’s scent has never been something he’s really put much thought into. At most, he has thought to himself that the combination of sage, cedarwood, and smoke were highly fitting for someone intending to devote himself to the gods. Yoongi has never wanted to stand out, so for his scent to be as it is, he knows he would simply blend into the scents of the temple.

He’s never thought of it as rich before.

Jimin opens his eyes. They truly are a spectacular color. The sun illuminates them so they nearly glow, like deep amber honey on a window sill in the sunset.

“Come with me,” the omega smiles. He takes Yoongi’s hand, and before the alpha knows what is happening they are moving between the rows of grapes again.

Assuming that the omega is leading him back toward the edge of the vineyard to resume his journey, Yoongi silently follows. Jimin’s hand is small in his.

“Where are you from, Min Yoongi?”

They aren’t walking quickly at all, but Yoongi still feels a bit out of breath.

“I’m from a small village northeast of here.”

“Is it known for anything?”

“Fishing?” it comes out more like a question. He’s never really thought much about it before. He has always been more enthralled with his spiritual studies. He spends his time studying, meditating, feeling the moon’s presence all around and within him.

Jimin giggles. The sound is like delicate chimes being shaken by a child. “You don’t sound so sure about that. You don’t like your village?” Before Yoongi can think of a response, the omega continues. “I suppose not, if you’re planning on joining the temple.” Ahead of him, Jimin does a little shimmy; halfway between a shiver and a dance. Their hands are still connected. “I can’t even imagine it. Won’t you be dreadfully bored up there? What do they even do all day?”

Yoongi stays silent for a moment too long; Jimin decides to change the subject of conversation.

“What about your family? Won’t you miss them?”

“They’re all busy with their own lives,” Yoongi responds quickly enough this time. His two older brothers work, and his younger sister has been fiercely courting the girl who lives two houses away from theirs.

“My family…” Jimin trails off for a moment before starting up again. “I’m the youngest of ten children. Everyone is busy with their own lives,” he parrots, “but I could never leave this place. It’s home.” He laughs, then. “But then again I guess I don’t know anything else but here.”

Yoongi looks around them, and realizes he has no idea where the omega has led them. They are still in the vineyards, although it is somehow quieter here, as if the birds and insects are calmer and sleepier. The air is sticky. Yoongi feels sweat drip down his spine.

Jimin turns to him. “You must be exhausted. Let’s rest for a moment?”

Yoongi opens his mouth to protest, when he scents it; heady, aroused omega pheromones. His eyes widen as he stares at Jimin.

“What are—”

Jimin steps forward, directly into Yoongi’s space. He puts one hand on Yoongi’s chest and slides it up toward his neck until the alpha feels those fingertips against his bare skin. Yoongi’s scent gland feels tingly with heat.

“I like you, alpha,” Jimin murmurs in a low, soft voice. His gaze is unwavering. Yoongi’s eyes keep falling to those plump lips. “Wouldn’t you like to sink your knot into a sweet little omega one last time before you go serve the gods?”

Yoongi feels like he has tunnel vision. His nostrils flare, and he tries to swallow. He’s never been as affected by an omega before. He’s spent ruts with both omegas and betas, women and men, as is natural for an alpha to do. But even then he’s never really given much mind to them.

He’s vaguely aware that his hands are being guided to Jimin’s waist. As his hands fit themselves around the smallest part of the omega’s waist, he feels an almighty shudder run through him.

“Please?” Jimin whispers. His lips are at the corner of Yoongi’s mouth. Against his skin. Warm, moist, so soft.

Yoongi doesn’t kiss him back when Jimin presses their lips together lightly; the omega pulls back too quickly for his brain to catch up.

“Please?” he says again. The lips are against Yoongi’s ear, now, as Jimin stands on the tips of his toes. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Yoongi groans and involuntarily squeezes the waist between his hands.

“I want to be painted with your seed.”

Jimin is beautiful. The most enchanting omega he’s ever seen in his entire life. And here he is, shameless begging to be taken by Yoongi.

“Come on, alpha. I bet you’ll fill me up so good.”

Yoongi’s breath catches when he feels a small hand grasp his cock through his trousers.

“Mhmm, yes; you’ll fill me up exactly like what I need.”

Yoongi can feel himself breathing heavily. He’s still gripping Jimin’s waist tightly. He watches, as in a trance, as a butterfly lazily flutters about until it lands on a large grape leaf. Its wings slowly move twice more before pausing.

“Yoongi. I’ll give you anything you want.”

The words are breathed against his ear, hot moisture sinking into his ear canal as lips drag against his earlobe.

Yoongi groans loudly and pulls Jimin’s face away from his ear. They lock gazes for not even a full second before their mouths meet.

Jimin’s mouth is hot inside, and tastes a little like fruit. Yoongi swallows every quiet noise the omega makes. He feels Jimin pulling him somewhere, guiding him down until they are kneeling on the ground. Yoongi’s tunic slides up over his torso, bunching up against his armpits until he allows it to be dragged up past his arms. They break away to lift it from his head. Jimin’s hands are all over his chest and stomach, feeling his body as if he wants to take ownership.

The omega climbs onto his lap and grinds down against him a few times before Yoongi groans loudly—two small hands plunge into his trousers and wrap around his cock.

“You’re gonna feel so perfect,” Jimin whispers. “So thick. So big. Mm, I can’t wait, alpha.”

One hand disappears, and Yoongi is vaguely aware that he can feel it moving around on the outside of his trousers. His eyes flicker down to see Jimin pulling his skirts up to his hips. Yoongi has a split-second view of smooth male omega genitalia—a pretty, plumped up cocklet, not even the size of Yoongi’s thumb, nestled just above the pink petals of his entrance—before the skirts fall back down again, hiding everything from view.

“Gods—!” Yoongi exclaims. Immediate wet heat surrounds his entire cock as Jimin sinks down upon him, plunging the alpha’s member deep inside with absolutely no warning.

To his shock, the omega giggles. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are wide and shining brightly; he looks like he’s about to have a celebration, not that he is currently impaled on an alpha’s cock.

“Oh, you feel so nice,” he exclaims. Jimin wiggles around a little bit—Yoongi gasps at the tightness pressing on all sides—and then lifts his shoulders up toward his ears as he smiles widely. Jimin looks positively petite this way, and as confused about the entire situation as Yoongi’s brain might be, his alpha instincts are in no way confused. He hardens completely inside the omega and knows his own pheromones are turning musky and thick.

Jimin makes the most inappropriate of sounds as he rides Yoongi. His body flexes and arches as if he is experiencing the most intense of pleasure, he whines and moans with abandon, clearly unafraid of being caught.

He keeps stopping himself as he gets closer to his release, that much is obvious. It riles up Yoongi’s alphas instincts every time Jimin freezes and shudders, whimpering as if in pain even though his expression looks absolutely ecstatic.

“Oh, ohh, Yoongi p-please, I, I need you to—ohh, pl—fuck me, fuck me please!”

Yoongi growls, deep in his throat, so far down it makes his chest vibrate. He sees nothing but the omega in ecstasy above him (around him) as he grabs Jimin by the waist and flips them over to slam him down into the soft ground. He hates that he can’t see the omega’s skin. The need to see his skin, to feel his skin, to taste his skin, overwhelms him until it’s all he can think about. Yoongi doesn’t feel the ribbons or threads break as he rips the stays open, tearing and pulling until they are thrown several feet away. He hears the startled cry and growls to meet it as he snaps his hips ferociously. He doesn’t notice the shreds of white fabric between his fingers as he finds the soft, supple omega skin below him.

He feels hands touching his arms and quickly snatches them with one hand. He presses the thin wrists down into the earth above the omega’s head, spreading his thighs and digging his fingers into the flesh of his ass. He leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting it roughly. Jimin whines sharply.

Yoongi can feel the omega shuddering and clenching around him. He can smell the omega’s release and a fresh burst of slick around his throbbing cock.

“Ohh,” Jimin’s voice is ragged, “yes. Fuck! D-don’t stop—”

Yoongi is nowhere near his release yet. But his body is burning, sweat is pouring down his body and making it increasingly difficult to hold the squirming omega still. He feels free like never before, giving the omega everything he has.

When his knot begins growing thick enough for him to struggle to push into the omega, Yoongi pulls out just enough so the base expands outside him. He fucks hard and fast, rubbing his knot against his entrance. Jimin shrieks and convulses, twisting in Yoongi’s firm grip.

“Alpha, alpha,” he gasps and sobs. His little cocklet is shooting splashes of cum onto his quivering belly.

Yoongi arches up, finally letting go of Jimin’s wrists as his orgasm surges through him. He only has a moment of pure silence in his mind before he feels the unfightable need to taste the omega. As his seed fills the omega, Yoongi leans down to claim Jimin’s lips again. Their kiss is messy and full of teeth and spit.

Gradually, however, clarity returns. Yoongi’s knot is still engorged as his cock sporadically pumps his release into Jimin, but as the alpha catches his breath, he becomes aware of the state of the omega.

“Oh, gods,” he whispers lowly, horror spreading through him.

The omega pinned to the ground below him looks completely ravished. His hair is in a shambles, his skin is flushed and sweaty, his belly is just a little swollen and splattered with cum, and his clothing—oh, his clothing.

Yoongi is filled with disgust with himself. “What have I done?” he moans. Without thinking, he pulls out of the omega, and nearly moans in increased horror as his seed shoots out over Jimin’s body, an unstoppable flood of white as his knot throbs in dull pain. “Oh, no—I apologize, I—”

Jimin reaches up to pull his face down to kiss him and thus silence his frantic words. The omega kisses him filthily, shoving his tongue inside Yoongi’s mouth and controlling the kiss completely. A small hand guides his cock back into the omega’s body.

Yoongi doesn’t even realize that the kiss is calming him until he breaks the kiss to suck at the omega’s scent gland. His mind has gone quiet, and all he can think about now is the sweet taste of Jimin’s skin and the sporadic clenching around his cock as his knot slowly decreases.

When he slips out of Jimin again, the omega is silent for a moment, face unreadable. Then he smirks.

“Don’t worry about my clothing, darling. I have plenty. This was nothing special.” He looks down at his torso and brings a hand to his stomach where the most of Yoongi’s cum has pooled. He drags his fingers through the mess, rubbing it up over his diaphragm, up over his chest—hissing slightly when his fingers catch on his abused nipple—up over his collar bones, over his neck, until he reaches his mouth. His eyes flutter and roll back slightly as he licks and sucks his fingers clean. “Mmmh.”

A moment later Jimin sits up, leaning back on his palms. He grins up at Yoongi when he suddenly stands up, cum dripping down his entire body.

“Well, that was fun! I think I like you, Yoongi.”

Yoongi is speechless. He stares up at the omega, and only after a long moment of silence does he stagger to his feet.

“Come, let’s wash up together,” Jimin laughs. “I certainly can’t go back like this!”

The alpha is flabbergasted. How can Jimin be so…so amused by the situation? He follows dumbly as Jimin darts around to pick up all of their discarded clothing, bundling it into one arm and grabbing Yoongi’s wrist with the other. It is like a dream, following the naked, semen-covered omega through the rows of grapes again until they reach a wall with a water spout. It’s not the same one as earlier, but the spout is made of the same metal, and a large pail of similar style rests below to catch the water.

Jimin takes his hair down, shaking the dirt from it before quickly braiding and tying it back up again. It has been miraculously spared from Yoongi’s release.

“Help me, alpha,” Jimin demands playfully as he begins to wash the mess away.

Yoongi clears his throat and steps forward to help him. Jimin guides his hands over his body, humming and giggling throughout the entire process until he is clean enough. Yoongi tries to keep the omega from helping him wash, but it is futile. Jimin eagerly rubs his hands over and around Yoongi’s body, peppering compliments here and there about his physique.

Yoongi is half hard by the time he finishes and begins struggling to put his clothing back on. Still stark naked, the omega dumps his white dress into the pail and vigorously washes it. He lifts the sopping-wet bundle with a groan and rinses it out, wringing it multiple times.

Jimin gives a hearty laugh when he manages to pull it onto his body. It clings to every curve, hanging precariously off of his shoulders. A long rip in the front opens the dress down to his belly button.

“Stay with me until the sun dries this a little more?” Jimin asks sweetly. He stands up in such a way that the sun behind him shines through the material of the dress and gives Yoongi an eyeful of his silhouette.

Yoongi stays. They don’t talk much at all, besides the intermittent chatter from the omega. They walk together along the outside of the vineyard until they reach a bit of flowering meadow. Jimin lies down with a content sigh, and after a brief hesitation, Yoongi sets his bag down and takes a seat beside him. He does not lie down, but instead he straightens his spine, closes his eyes, and allows himself to listen to the world around them. To feel the sun’s embrace, to smell the summer scents in the nature around them.

When he feels weight against his knee, Yoongi opens his eyes to find the omega staring at him. Wordlessly, Jimin leans in, and they slowly kiss.

The arousal from before has settled. Yoongi’s blood is calm in his veins as he tastes and feels the omega. The sound of their slick lips and tongues moving together is a rhythmic beat.

The water on their skin heats and mixes with the fresh sweat from the pressing heat all around them.

Yoongi pulls back.

“I must go,” he says.

Jimin sighs, but nods. He stands. He, too, is strangely silent, but then he seems to shake himself out of the trance, and he smiles brightly again.

“If you’re ever down in these parts again,” he tilts his head, sticking his tongue out a little as he purposely bares his scent gland, “you know where to find me.”

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Yoongi is unpacking his bag in his new sleeping quarters when he suddenly gets a strong whiff of omega. He freezes, looking around (he is alone), before pulling out the offending item. Jimin’s stays. His eyes widen as he stares at the torn article of clothing in his hand. How—when had Jimin put them in his bag? Because Yoongi certainly had not.

And why?

Yoongi lifts the stays up to see better in the lantern light. The red flowers and foliage patterns are truly lovely, the ribbons are silk, and the boning is firm. Despite what Jimin had claimed, Yoongi is sure that this is a one-of-a-kind piece. Against his better judgement, Yoongi brings it closer to his face and breathes in.

Immediately the image of the omega rolling his hips above him appears in Yoongi’s memory. He remembers how Jimin’s thighs had been spread so widely as he rocked himself upon the alpha’s cock. With his head thrown back, chest heaving, sleeves slipping from his shoulders.

Yoongi pulls the stays away from his face and shudders. He can’t let anyone find it. He shoves it back into his bag and resumes setting up his bedding.

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Jimin has his skirts fisted in his hands, hiked up almost as high as his knees as he runs along the rows of grapes. He wears a porcelain-white dress with sapphire blue embroidery of flying swallows, leafed branches, and tiny flowers along the hems and seams. Behind him, his omega sister Minseo is chasing him. They are only a year apart—not even a full year; Jimin’s father got his mother pregnant with Jimin only a month after she gave birth to Minseo. Due to their close ages, the two omegas have always been closer than the others. They may not be children anymore, but that ancient need to run and chase still courses through their blood, and today is the perfect day for it.

Although the humidity is still heavy, the temperature has cooled significantly. Above them, the sky is a brilliant, clear blue.

“Jimin!” Minseo shrieks from behind him. Her legs are shorter than his, and often people think she is the younger sibling.

Jimin glances back briefly, seeing her two braids flying in the air, her solid azure blue dress caught up in one hand to keep it out of the way.

“No!” Jimin calls back, cackling and pulling an abrupt corner to run to the right instead.

“Why not?!”

“Because—” he pants for breath, “because you’ll tell everyone!”

“I won’t, I swear!”

Jimin makes the mistake of looking back one more time at her—and crashes full speed into the large, firm body of someone.

Both omegas scream, half in laughter, half in fright, as their alpha father growls and grabs Jimin by the shoulders.

“Children!” he snaps, quickly catching Minseo as well when she flies into him, unable to stop herself. He smacks both of their buttocks sharply and then easily scoops them up to dump over his shoulders.

“Papa,” Jimin whines, kicking his feet. His knees are locked within the shackle of his father’s elbow. Beside him, Minseo allows herself to hang limply, enjoying the ride as both omegas are carried up the hill, back toward the house. Minseo is the favorite omega of the family, and everyone knows it. Pretty, sweet, usually behaves…but is still a firecracker.

“There’s a storm coming,” their father grumbles. “Don’t get in the way. There’s work to be done.”

They hear several laughs and teasing comments from the workers they pass. Their father carries them all the way up the stairs until they reach the patio attached to the lower level of the villa, where he puts them both down.

“Go back inside, you two,” he scolds.

Jimin doesn’t try to protest or beg to help. He’d rather not, anyway. But he still huffs petulantly as he allows the alpha to nip and scent both of them before shoving them toward the door.

Minseo throws her arms around Jimin’s neck, rubbing her face against his scent gland. “You have to tell me,” she orders. She doesn’t let go of him as they go inside and head into the parlor where they can still look out over the valley from the comfort of sofa cushions.

“What do you even want to know?” Jimin grouses. He lets himself get dragged along, slipping his arm around his sister’s waist. After all, he can’t say no to a good snuggle.

“What did he look like? What did he sound like? What was his name?”

Jimin sighs dramatically.

Minseo smells like roses. Not like dried roses in potpourri, nor rosewater, or even rose oil used for lotions and cosmetics. No, she smells like roses blooming in warm sunlight. Sweet and gentle and soft. Jimin nuzzles in against her neck for a moment as they settle onto the sofa, curled around each other.

“His name was Yoongi,” he says after a bit. He can see, way out over the mountains, storm clouds are rising up into the otherwise perfectly blue sky.

“That’s a pretty name,” his sister comments.

“Mmh,” he agrees.

“Was he big?”

Jimin giggles a little.

“Not his—”

“I know,” Jimin laughs. “He was…bigger than me, but no, he wasn’t actually that big, now I think of it. Just a little taller than me, but not by much. His shoulders were so broad, though,” he moans emphatically. “And his hands—gods—oh, his hands were so large…”

He takes Minseo’s hand and holds his up to hers, purposely placing his palm halfway up hers so that his fingers look twice as long. Her eyes widen, and he hears her suck in a breath of air.

“Oh. That’s…” she smiles in understanding. She and Jimin share a few of the same interests in alpha attributes.

“He…” Jimin grins widely. “He had the most confused expression at first. Gentle, kind…until his instincts took over, of course.” He shivers. “His alpha is strong. When he growled at me, it was so deep I could feel it in my belly.”

“I love it when alphas do that,” Minseo sighs dreamily.

Jimin tells her more things about Yoongi as the clouds roll in and the sky grows dark. Jimin can see the wall of rain approaching, until suddenly everything is veiled in gray and the patio seems to come to life with splashes of giant raindrops hitting at full speed.

Both omegas jump from the sofa to go outside. Jimin gasps as the cold rain immediately drenches him from head to toe. Laughing joyfully, they spin around together in the rain until Jimin spots someone.

“Minseo,” he pulls her close, speaking loudly against her ear. “Is that your alpha?”

“Who?” she turns to see one of the workers—one who is in fact younger than Jimin—walking up the stone steps along the wall. The workers seem to have finished covering the vineyard with the netting to protect from severe weather. “Oh, yes,” she hisses against him, clinging to his waist. “Yes, that’s him!”

The two omegas stand, pressed together, watching as the worker—Taehyung, is his name—hikes up toward them. He’s not the only one, of course; their brothers and the other workers are also coming up toward the house now that they are finished. The tall, lanky alpha is the only one they have their eyes on, though.

When he steps onto the patio, he smiles widely at them. “Hello, Minseo, Jimin,” he greets.  

“Hello,” Jimin responds.

Minseo, however, pulls away from him, and Jimin watches as the alpha puts his hands on her waist. He watches as Taehyung holds her away from him for a moment to rake his eyes down her body, obviously enjoying the sight of her breasts through her soaked dress. Jimin turns away with a laugh when the alpha’s hands slide down to grasp both globes of her buttocks in a territorial grip.

Jimin moves past them as the couple begins to kiss.

But then, he hears the clink! clink! Of ice hitting stone, and he gasps.

“Hail!” Jimin exclaims, putting his hands up over his head. He cries out when Taehyung abruptly grabs both him and his sister, pulling them back toward the house, toward shelter.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Yoongi stands in the open corridor lining the temple and stares out over the hills. Far off in the distance, he can see towering clouds reaching high up into the sky. Fluffy and beautiful, but ominous. He wonders how long it will be until the cloud builds itself up too much until it bursts into a storm down below. He wonders if the Park family has to protect the vineyard from weather like that.

He catches himself and grimaces. It’s only been a few days since he met the omega Park Jimin, but he keeps finding himself thinking about him. He’s already shamed enough; he’s pressed the material of the omega’s ripped stays against his face and pumped himself until completion with the scent filling his nostrils.

He has also been distracted.

When Yoongi decided to join the temple, it had seemed like everything he ever wanted. He loves quiet, and solitude—and even though it’s not true solitude being surrounded by other servants of the gods, the solemnness of their work feels like solitude.

He should love it.

Why, then, can he not stop thinking about that wild omega gentleman in the vineyard?

His body craves to feel the omega again, and his…his soul longs for him. Yoongi’s never felt anything like it before.

Yoongi does his best to ignore it, studying and meditating more than even the others do.

As a new servant of the gods, he is not allowed to leave the temple. Once he finishes his training, he will be permitted to leave on journeys or simply go into the village for supplies. However, as a trainee, he is not allowed. He will be a trainee for a full year before he can leave.

Three weeks after he arrives, Yoongi sneaks out at night. The next day is a rest day; usually, he uses the rest days to clean his sleeping quarters and to read. Instead, he takes an unlit lantern, a small satchel, and he slips out into the darkness just a few hours before dawn.

The night is loud with the rhythmic calls of the frogs and crickets. A constant wave of sound enveloping him and hiding his footsteps. The moon is only a sliver of light, peeking from between the wispy clouds overhead. A haze of soft light surrounds the crescent.

He waits until he is out of sight of the temple grounds before lighting his lantern.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

The night is humid, although a breeze blows in through Jimin’s windows and grants him somewhat of a reprieve. He dons his nightshift and pulls the pins from his hair, carefully setting them down on his vanity. After pulling his hairstyle down and loosening the worst tangles with his fingers, he picks up his wide wooden hairbrush.

The omega sits upon the cushioned stool as he slowly and methodically brushes his long hair. There are many flyaway and frizzy strands at first, but the more he brushes the boar bristles through his hair, the smoother and silkier it becomes. He doesn’t look at himself in the mirror, but instead gazes outside at the garden directly below his room. There are still a few lights lit,  but he can see the groundsman extinguishing the lamps one by one. Soon, it is vacant outside, with nothing but the flittering bats and occasional firefly to catch his attention.

Jimin finishes brushing his hair and reaches up to braid it into one long plait to protect it in his sleep. He rubs some cream onto his face to help with all of the sun he’s been getting lately, and then he climbs onto his bed with a sigh.

He lies in bed, staring out through the open window closest to his bed. He can see some stars between the clouds, and the crescent moon glows hazily just above the tree tops as it rises. Absently, Jimin trails his fingers along the center of his diaphragm, moving them up and down as if petting himself. His shift bunches up in little ripples with the movement of his fingers. He slips two fingertips in through the opening between the delicate buttons to touch bare skin.

The omega has been feeling strange lately. He’s continued to flirt with the vineyard workers and house staff, but he hasn’t been enjoying it nearly as much as he used to. He’s only had sex twice; with an alpha and then a beta, but both times had been quick and unexciting. In fact, he hadn’t even come with the beta. He’d had to finish himself off in privacy afterward.

For some reason, his mind continues to go back to that alpha three weeks ago. Jimin’s never been so stuck on a lover before. Sex is play to him, nothing to get all hung up over. And yet, Min Yoongi has filled his mind ever since that one day.

Jimin glances down at himself and unbuttons his entire shift so that it spills off to the sides. He can just barely see in the darkness. He is soft right now, although his nipples stiffen from the cool, moist breeze. His chest is narrow, and there’s a little dip at the bottom of his ribcage. He trails his fingers along the expanse now, sighing quietly and closing his eyes for a moment. With his eyes still closed, he lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks on his forefinger and middle finger to cover them in saliva. When he touches his chest with the wet fingers, the breeze immediately cools the saliva, making him shiver slightly. He pinches both nipples and then runs his hands down his body.

He curves his hands to lightly drag his nails along his skin. Over and around his belly, back up to his neck. He can feel the heat slowly pooling in his groin. He strokes one finger delicately over his little cocklet. It is still soft, and so very cute. He just loves the way it looks when it’s resting against his folds. He lifts it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the skin and feeling the slight firmness inside. He gently squeezes it, letting out another sigh when he feels the heat begin to spread into the little shaft and he can feel it starting to stand on its own.

He is beginning to feel wet. The sweet scent of slick reaches his nose, and he almost immediately releases his cocklet to slip his fingers down, shuddering and sucking in a small breath of air at the smooth glide. He circles his fingers for a moment before pushing them inside. Jimin lifts his knees into the air, curling his toes in the sheets and digging his heels into the mattress.

His mouth drops open as he starts to soundlessly pant. Pleasure blooms inside and spreads like fire on oil, taking over his entire body.

Jimin tries to stay as quiet as possible. Small gasps and sharp whimpers are the only noise other than the slick, wet sound of his fingers moving inside.

The memory of Yoongi hovering over him, pinning him down and fucking him so thoroughly he had momentarily seen stars suddenly fills Jimin’s mind. The omega squeezes his thighs together, trapping his wrist against his throbbing cocklet. He freezes, trying to hold onto the image, memorizing the way the alpha had looked. Remembering how good his cock had felt inside.

Jimin arches up and twists on the bed. Oh, he wants to be held down. He wants Yoongi’s hands on him so he can fight against them and not win. He flips over, squishing his cheek against his pillow. He draws his knees up closer to his hips so he is arched and presenting to the room. He turns his face directly into the pillow and whines loudly, the sound completely muffled but still loud in his own ears. He fingers himself with three fingers, imagining being forced down and mounted from behind.

The alpha hadn’t knotted him that day; Jimin remembers that clearly and with extreme disappointment. His knot had been plenty thick enough that it would have probably sent Jimin straight through multiple consecutive orgasms if he’d allowed it to lock them together.

“Nngh,” Jimin drools into his pillow.

He rolls back over when he feels his orgasm finally approaching; it won’t do to make a mess of his sheets and then have to sleep the rest of the night there. He bites his lip and whimpers through his nose when his climax reaches him, peppering his closed eyelids with sparking colors.

The omega goes limp and pulls his fingers from himself, trailing his slick-covered hand up his belly to mix with his cum. A little spasm courses through him, and he slowly blinks toward the window as he begins to hear the sounds of night outside once more.

It takes him several moments to catch his breath and then haul himself from bed to clean himself up.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

The cicadas are already a dull hum around Jimin as he lies on his belly in the gazebo, reading. The gazebo is partially enclosed, providing a pleasant place to spend time even during bad weather. The Park family doesn’t really use it other than for special occasions, so Jimin likes to hide out there when he is tired of his siblings but doesn’t want to stay inside the house. He’s come down to the gazebo directly after a small breakfast of fruit and one fresh cream scone; the day has barely begun.

Today, the weather is almost perfect. Fluffy clouds float by overhead, and it’s warm with a gentle breeze that kisses his cheeks, but it’s not too hot. The omega’s hair is carelessly tied up to keep it off of his neck. Sometimes Jimin thinks he would just chop off all of his hair, but he knows that it would probably make his mother cry if he did something so horrible.

Today’s dress is a sleeveless, sunny yellow one with a low back. The front is held up from the back by white lace that runs down his spine to connect with the waistline. Of course, this would be too scandalous to wear on its own, especially since he didn’t feel like wearing stays when he dressed earlier, so Jimin also has on a thicker white lace cover-up to go over the dress and his shoulders. At the moment, he lets it slide down to his elbows.

He is away in his own mind, caught up in the story of his novel about a male omega servant who falls in love with both his male alpha master and the master’s female omega mate. It’s an intense tale of secrets, drama, angst, and lots of sex. It’s not the first time Jimin’s read the story, and it probably won’t be the last.

He’s just getting to the juicy part when the mated couple take the omega protagonist into their bed for the first time when suddenly he hears footsteps and low muttering. He marks his page and sets the book aside before pushing himself up to sit back on his heels, kneeling. He glances through the openings of the gazebo to see if he can spot the person he hears.

“—a maze, don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe I can see better from up there.”

Jimin straightens up abruptly, eyes widening. If he’s not mistaken, that low rumble of a voice is Yoongi!

He scrambles to his feet, hurrying toward the steps leading down from the gazebo. What he isn’t expecting is to run right into the broad chest of the very alpha who has been occupying his mind for weeks.

“Oh!”

The force of the collision sends both men falling backwards onto the grassy ground, and Jimin lands on top of Yoongi in a heap. The alpha groans as Jimin pushes himself back up.

“Min Yoongi!” Jimin grins and quickly rolls off of him, getting a little tangled in his cover-up’s sleeves that have slid down past his elbows until he yanks them up slightly. “What are you doing here?”

The alpha regains his footing and brushes himself off. He’s wearing a white linen tunic and matching trousers. Such a simple outfit that Jimin is sure that it must be his uniform at the temple.

“Jimin.” Yoongi seems startled. Jimin is reminded of the endearing way the alpha had acted that first day, as well. He’s nothing like a normal alpha, that’s for sure.

“Were you looking for someone?” Jimin prompts him.

Yoongi blinks and then nods. “I was looking for you.”

Somehow, Jimin isn’t expecting that answer. He plays it off, though. “Oh really? Why ever for?”

Yoongi puts his hands up to run them through his auburn hair and tugs on the ends a bit as if he’s frustrated. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Jimin.” He then stares Jimin sharply in the eyes. “You purposely gave me your stays, didn’t you? You wanted me to become obsessed with thoughts of you?”

Jimin has in fact forgotten, but Yoongi is right; that day, Jimin had secretly put his torn stays into the alpha’s bag when he wasn’t looking.

“And did it work?” Jimin asks slyly, flicking his tongue out to moisten his lips. He steps into Yoongi’s space, putting his hands on the alpha’s shoulders. He pushes himself up on his tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Are you obsessed with thoughts of me? Did they distract you from your spiritual duties?”

The omega gives a vocal gasp of surprise when Yoongi’s hands wrap around his waist and he lifts him back up into the gazebo. Jimin doesn’t have time to barely even find his footing again before one hand is at the back of his neck, pulling him forward until his mouth meets Yoongi’s. He can almost feel the tension the alpha must have been carrying. It’s like a spring drawn back that has finally been released, and all of the power that’s been held back is surging forward in a great flood of energy as the alpha licks deeply into his mouth, curling their tongues together.

But then, the intensity of Yoongi’s kissing subsides. Jimin chases after his lips when they pull away, whining when a finger stops him. He blinks up at the alpha.

Yoongi seems to have come back to his sense, much to Jimin’s disappointment. “Were you in a lot of trouble last time?”

“Trouble?” Jimin frowns, confused. Why would he have been in trouble?

“I—” Yoongi clears his throat and looks embarrassed, “I ruined your pretty clothes.”

“Oh!” Jimin giggles and shoves him playfully. “I didn’t get into any trouble, don’t worry. I guess I was teased a bit,” he concedes, “but I wasn’t punished or anything.”

Yoongi cups the side of Jimin’s face with one hand. The touch is tender like Jimin’s never experienced from a lover before, and he blinks up at Yoongi’s face in confused silence for a moment. It feels…nice. But odd. But right. It feels right, and he allows his instincts to guide him when he tilts his head a little to press into the touch, causing the alpha’s thumb to shift and move over his lips. Yoongi’s hand is so large that it makes Jimin feel absolutely tiny being held by him.

“Alpha,” Jimin whispers against the thumb, “I want to taste you.” He opens his mouth until he can catch the top of Yoongi’s thumb and draw it inside. The fingers at his jaw tighten reflexively as Jimin wraps his tongue around the underside of the thumb, sucking it into his mouth and tasting the salt from his sweat.

When he smells the arousal bloom in the air around them, Jimin releases the thumb and slowly drops to his knees. He hears a sharp intake of breath above him.

“May I, alpha?” Jimin asks sweetly, looking up at Yoongi’s shocked face as his hands slip under the hem of his tunic and curve over the waistband of his trousers. “Let me taste you.”

Yoongi doesn’t answer, but his fingers tangle into Jimin’s hair and push him a little forward. Permission. Jimin unfastens the alpha’s trousers and pulls his cock from within. It is heavy and soft in Jimin’s hands. The muskiness makes his mouth water.

Jimin leans in, closing his eyes, and presses his entire face to the member. He vaguely hears a startled grunt above him, but all the omega can focus on is how good Yoongi smells. He breathes in deeply, moaning slightly when the rich scent immediately makes him grow wet. Jimin nuzzles against the alpha’s cock, feeling it start to twitch and harden. He mouths at the skin where he knows the knot will form, open-mouthed and almost drunkenly. He presses his lips against the heavy testicles, sucking some of the loose skin between his lips and feeling Yoongi’s thighs shake slightly.

Jimin feels a little desperate. Needy. He lets out a whine and rubs his cheek and then neck against Yoongi’s cock. As if he’s scenting the alpha. He’s never done anything like that before, but his instincts push him to do so. He returns his mouth to the shaft and works his way down it to the tip, moaning as he takes it into his mouth. This is more familiar.

Yoongi is thick, and although Jimin has been with alphas who are larger, Yoongi is the perfect combination of thick and long; Jimin has to stretch his mouth to fit him inside, but it’s not uncomfortable. He still has room to loosen and tighten his lips to pleasure the alpha with more or less pressure.

He tastes precum on his tongue, and instinctively draws his shoulders in to be the perfect tiny omega as he grasps Yoongi’s hips to steady himself. He can hear Yoongi breathing heavily above him, and the hand in his hair is shaking. Jimin shuffles closer, rising up as he draws more and more of the alpha’s length into his mouth.

Yoongi stumbles back, and Jimin loses his balance momentarily as he tries to follow him. When the alpha hits the wall, Jimin immediately rises up again to take him in.

Jimin doesn’t have much of a gag reflex anymore, but he knows alphas usually like it when omegas choke on their cocks, so he has perfected the art of pretending to choke when he starts to deepthroat his lovers. Yoongi groans sharply and fists his fingers in Jimin’s hair when he does this, pulling a little.

“F-fuck,” the alpha’s voice is almost a whine.

Jimin isn’t really expecting it when Yoongi abruptly forces his head closer, sending his cock directly down Jimin’s throat, but the omega certainly isn’t complaining. He squeezes the cock tightly and bobs his head a few inches at a time, relishing in the overwhelmed noises Yoongi is making above him. More precum oozes from the tip, and it starts to sound messier and sloppier the more Jimin works.

“No—” Yoongi suddenly seizes Jimin by the hair and roughly wrenches him away from his cock. A trail of spit and precum connects Jimin’s swollen lips for a second before disconnecting and dripping down his chin. He stares up at the alpha in confusion, seeing an almost wild expression on Yoongi’s face.

“N-no?” Jimin repeats.

They are both silent for a very long moment. The alpha’s cock is flushed dark, dripping from the tip where it stands between them. Jimin sees it visibly throb.

“Ge—” Yoongi swallows. “Get up.”

Not sure what’s happening, Jimin staggers to his feet, grimacing at the feeling in his knees. Yoongi’s eyes travel down Jimin’s body, taking in every last inch of him. The alpha’s chest is heaving, but he seems to be trying to control himself, as the movement slows down in a purposeful way. His cock twitches again, and a drop of white hits the ground.

Yoongi reaches out and puts his hand on the side of Jimin’s neck, pulling him closer. At first, Jimin thinks he’s about to be kissed, but then the alpha steps to the side and slides his hand to the back of Jimin’s neck to push him forward and down.

Oh.

Jimin catches on quickly. His heartrate instantly picks up in excitement. He puts both hands on the top of the open section of the gazebo’s wall to brace himself, and lowers his shoulders until he’s level with the flat surface. Yoongi’s hands are on his hips now, but they move down over the outside of his thighs and then push Jimin’s dress up over the curve of his buttocks.

Today, Jimin is wearing underwear, but soon enough he feels them slide down his legs to get caught around his knees. Jimin shuffles a little until they drop to the ground and he can step out of them. Yoongi’s thumbs press into his buttocks and pull his cheeks apart a few times, exposing Jimin’s hole and hiding it away again. He can hear the very quiet sound of his slick each time.

The omega is startled when Yoongi’s thumbs press against his puckered hole rather than move farther down to slip between his folds. No alpha has ever penetrated Jimin there before.

“Y-Yoongi?” Jimin whispers.

Yoongi groans but doesn’t answer. Instead, he quickly swipes a hand down to collect some slick and then presses a long middle finger past the tightness of Jimin’s hole.

“Oh—!”

It feels…different. Jimin isn’t sure yet if it’s a good different or a bad different, until a second finger pushes in and then the pads of both fingers put pressure on a spot deep inside him causing a small explosion of pleasure to burst in his loins. Jimin’s knees snap together as he buckles from the surge of unexpected sensation. What is that?

Jimin moans quietly and shakes as Yoongi’s fingers—soon a third joins the first two—move inside him, rubbing against that spot while stretching him more and more.

He whines when the fingers disappear, but soon they are replaced by the dripping head of Yoongi’s cock. Whereas the alpha’s cock had sunk into Jimin with ease before, now it takes effort for Yoongi to enter him. He thrusts into Jimin in small increments at a time, and somehow each one feels like a punch to his lungs. He feels full like never before, and he feels strangely on edge with how new the experience is. He’s never been so caught unawares like this before.

Yoongi doesn’t speak, but he groans low and loud. When Jimin feels Yoongi’s pelvis touch his buttocks, they simultaneously let out long moans. Yoongi’s arm snakes around Jimin’s waist to hold him still, pressing him firmly back against him. Jimin feels breathless, his legs already weak where he leans heavily upon the wall.

“Alpha,” he breathes out.

Yoongi leans over him until Jimin feels his breath by his ear. “Stay still,” he murmurs. His hand slides over Jimin’s stomach, and the omega startles hard when abruptly Yoongi laughs against his shoulder. His palm pushes into the soft skin of Jimin’s belly. “I can feel it,” he huffs against him. Yoongi’s mouth is on Jimin’s inner shoulder, lips open and teeth pressing lightly against his skin when the hand pushes more purposefully against Jimin’s belly.

He belatedly realizes what ‘it’ is, because when he looks down at his belly through the opening of his dress, he can see it, too; the outline of the alpha’s cock is visible, pressing against his belly. Jimin shudders and clenches around him. He loves when he can see alphas’ cocks like that. Makes him feel particularly fucked.

Yoongi straightens back up and puts both hands on Jimin’s hips again to slowly draw himself out. He then begins to set a slow pace of pulling out and sinking back in to the hilt. It feels amazing, but Jimin hates how gentle it is. He squirms and whines, pushing back at Yoongi.

The alpha chuckles, and seems to ignore him, until the next time he thrusts in, he snaps his hips roughly at the last moment, causing his cock to slam in powerfully. Jimin chokes on a surprised cry that quickly morphs into a moan.

That’s more like it.

Yoongi continues to take his time, drawing out slowly, plunging in fiercely. Jimin moans with every thrust, gasping every time the cock drags against that mysterious spot inside him. The alpha continues to edge him more and more—never enough to make him come, but he’s so close that Jimin can almost see the edges of his vision start to blur.

“Wan—wanna come,” Jimin begs. “Please—”

To his horror, Yoongi stops moving. Buried deep inside him, throbbing and hot, he remains motionless for so long that Jimin lets out a loud sob. The alpha’s hand reaches around him to push Jimin’s chest upward until he’s standing flush against Yoongi’s torso. Jimin latches onto his forearm because there’s no way his legs are going to hold him up on their own.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Yoongi growls against his neck, making Jimin shudder. “For three weeks. For three weeks, all I had was the scent of you in your stays, and the memory of the perfect little omega giving himself to me so eagerly.”

He snaps his hips once, forcing a sharp cry out of the omega.

“I don’t know what it is about you that makes my alpha go rabid like this.”

Jimin hiccups.

“Every night,” Yoongi thrusts, “I dream about you. Every night,”—thrust— “I imagine making you mine.”

Jimin’s entire body feels like it’s electrified. He gasps and hiccups, but can’t speak. When Yoongi pulls out completely from him, he breaks down sobbing and doesn’t understand why.

“Puh—please, a-alpha. Yoongi.”

He feels himself being turned around, and mindlessly cooperates. Two thumbs touch his face and gently brush away his tears. Jimin blinks through his watery vision. His voice is rough when he begs one more time.

“Please fuck me.”

Yoongi licks into his mouth, both hands holding the sides of Jimin’s face. Jimin clings to the front of the alpha’s pure white tunic. He feels slick drip down his inner thighs. Removing one hand from its vise-like grip of Yoongi’s shirt, Jimin brings it down under his skirts to touch where he has been ignored. Once again, his knees buckle, and he leans against the alpha’s body.

Yoongi breaks the kiss, pulling back and frowning. “What are you doing?” he snatches Jimin’s wrist and brings it up to hold between their faces. Jimin’s fingers are covered in slick, the translucent liquid glossy on his hand.

“You’re all I could think about, but you didn’t think about me, did you?” Yoongi murmurs, then.

Jimin’s eyes widen.

“You were so quick to seduce me. I’m not the only one, am I?” Yoongi starts to pull back, and Jimin experiences the most bizarre cacophony of panicked thoughts.

He should be giggling and laughing at the accusation. The truth, really. He should be unbothered and amused by Yoongi wanting be the ‘only one.’

Instead, Jimin feels terror at the thought of this alpha pulling away and leaving him.

“No—” he tries, “no, you’re—I—”

But he doesn’t want to lie, he realizes. Again, it’s a strange feeling, to not want to lie. Jimin loves lying and twisting the truth. Not to this alpha, though.

“I only—only twice.”

“Twice?”

“But they weren’t as good as you,” Jimin insists. It’s the truth. “I—” he sucks in a shuddering breath, stepping forward when he realizes Yoongi has stepped back to put space between them, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either. I d-don’t know why, but I swear.”

This entire conversation doesn’t make sense. Why does he want to convince Yoongi? What does it matter, even? Jimin’s never cared before, even when he did have encounters with jealous lovers.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” Yoongi mutters.

The prospect of the alpha leaving, truly leaving—without even letting Jimin come—triggers something inside Jimin that’s never happened before.

Distressed omega pheromones fill up the entire gazebo, and he shakes as tears spill over his lashes. Jimin sees a vein in Yoongi’s neck contract. The alpha looks—unreadable. Jimin can’t tell if he’s angry or disgusted, but all he knows is that he’s not being touched anymore, and his…his entire soul aches at the thought of the alpha leaving.

“Gods,” Yoongi spits out. “I am genuinely going to go insane.”

The next moment Jimin is lifted off his feet and slammed against the closest wall, and the alpha’s cock sinks deep into him. He cries out, intense pleasure exploding everywhere as Yoongi begins fucking him harder than ever before. Jimin feels powerless, feet swinging in the air with every thrust. He orgasms within seconds, whimpering when the alpha makes no move to stop. Jimin’s cocklet throbs and spirts white between them as it is rubbed and pressed harshly with every movement.

Jimin has no idea if it is seconds, minutes, or hours that pass, but when Yoongi’s knot catches on the inside of his body and expands fully, he wails and arches.

The next moments pass in a blur. Looking back, Jimin will realize he’d correctly predicted what would happen when knotted by Yoongi. His body convulses as he begins orgasming again and again, barely seconds between his body getting triggered and releasing again. He comes until there is nothing left, but even then he continues to dry orgasm until the world disappears.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Yoongi carefully maneuvers the omega away from the wall and gingerly brings them both down to the ground. They are still intimately locked together, and Jimin’s belly is swollen more than last time. The omega’s eyes are open but unfocused. His face is flushed, lips dark and puffy. His breathing is stuttered but gradually settling. His body has gone completely limp, so Yoongi has to rearrange his arms and legs in a more comfortable position. He makes little whimpering moans with every movement.

If Yoongi had thought Jimin looked ravished three weeks ago, that sight has nothing on how he appears now. Jimin looks like he has been locked up with a rutting alpha outside of a heat. Fucked out of his mind and without the heat to mask his overstimulation. Although the omega is not covered in alpha seed this time, he is filled to the brim with it, and his own cum is splattered down over his rounded belly.  

Yoongi tries to straighten out the omega’s clothing. One of his nipples is exposed, and even though the alpha doesn’t remember even touching it, it is stiff and flushed dark as if he had suckled and bitten it with abandon. Jimin spasms when Yoongi draws the front of his dress back to cover it.

The omega’s head flops to one side as Yoongi is sliding his sleeves back up toward his shoulders, and he sees something that makes him pause. Jimin’s scent gland is strangely red. It almost looks like a skin rash is breaking out, but it’s not blotchy. Just smooth, pink skin right where his scent gland is. Curious, Yoongi touches it with his forefinger, and is alarmed by how hot it feels. Instinctively, Yoongi leans forward to nuzzle and suck on the skin there for a moment. Jimin lets out a delicate, vocal sigh. When Yoongi pulls away, he’s surprised that the skin seems less rash-like.

Yoongi’s knot goes down and he pulls out of Jimin. There’s not much to clean himself with, and he grimaces after using his hand to wipe the smears of cum from his soft cock before tucking himself back into his trousers. He holds his hand away from them and shakes it a bit before giving up and just wiping his palm on the side of his clothing.

He can’t help staring at Jimin’s lower half for several long moments. He kind of wants to clean the omega with his mouth, but after struggling internally about it briefly, Yoongi only allows himself to gently stroke his hand over the knot belly bulge.

He draws the hem of Jimin’s dress down to cover him fully.

It takes a few minutes, but Jimin begins to show more awareness. His eyes slowly follow Yoongi’s movements, and his mouth moves soundlessly. His legs shift to straighten out more where he lies.

“Alpha.”

It’s whispered so quietly that Yoongi almost doesn’t hear it. But he does hear it, and leans closer.

“I’ve never…” Jimin pauses for several breaths. “Never been…fu…fucked so good…before.”

Yoongi doesn’t know why, but he laughs. It’s a nervous kind of laughter. His logic is returning, and with it returns the reality of what he’s doing. Has he gone mad? Why did he leave the temple just to have wild sex with an omega he met only once before? It’s outrageous.

After another few minutes, Jimin sits up. He lifts his dress to stare at his belly and presses down gently on the bulge. He gasps sharply and lifts his head, eyes rolling up and eyelids fluttering.

“Oh, that’s—mmh.” He puts his hands on the ground and struggles to get to his feet, knees buckling but eventually gaining enough strength. “Alpha filled me up so good.”

“Please don’t,” Yoongi says.

Jimin glances at him. “What?”

“Don’t call me that.”

The omega frowns. “‘Alpha’?”

“My name is Yoongi.”

“Well I know that.”

“Don’t call me ‘alpha’ like that.”

When Jimin calls him ‘alpha,’ it does strange things and makes it so much harder to think properly.

Jimin purses his lips but then shrugs, unbothered. His energy seems to already be returning.

“You’re not going to leave already, are you?” he asks, pouting. He steps forward and into Yoongi’s space, lifting his arms to wrap around Yoongi’s neck. He smells ripe of sex and entirely wrapped in Yoongi’s own scent.

Yoongi imagines sinking his teeth into his neck.

The alpha pulls back, eyes wide. It leaves Jimin swaying to catch his own balance.

“What’s wrong with you?” the omega snaps.

“I shouldn’t have come here again,” Yoongi expels. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—” he glances down at the evidence of their activities. The omega’s tiny body, belly bloated full of Yoongi’s seed. He can see it dripping down Jimin’s legs, a small puddle on the ground. “I’m sorry.”

He turns and leaves.

Yoongi’s mind is loud, blocking out the sounds of the world. He strides through the grass, heading for the tree line. He doesn’t see the beautiful blue sky or the cottony clouds gently floating overhead. He doesn’t see the dragonflies flitting around and mating, he doesn’t see the lazily fluttering butterflies in the flowers the farther away from the Park family vineyards he goes.

There’s something wrong with him, that’s for sure. He needs to return to the temple as soon as possible, and do his duties. Of course, he can’t return yet, or someone will find out he’s been gone. He’ll just have to find a place to meditate. Yes. That sounds like a good idea. He will meditate for the rest of the day, and then return to the temple as he should.

Yoongi doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him until a pair of hands grab onto his arm and pull him back around.

“Please don’t leave!”

Jimin holds onto his forearm with all of his strength, panting and flushed. The bottom of his dress is positively drenched in Yoongi’s cum. The omega’s neck is an angry rose color again, blossoming like spilled ink to spread further around his throat. His eyes are brimming with tears.

“Please don’t leave yet,” he begs. “Yoongi.” He lets go of Yoongi’s arm, but then wrings his hands together as if he’s fighting with his own thoughts.

The alpha stands there, silently.

“I—I don’t…just, please don’t leave yet,” he implores.

Yoongi has never thought of himself as heartless before. It is not in his nature. So, even though he regrets his actions, he cannot in good consciousness abandon a visibly distressed omega.

“Fine.” Yoongi looks around them, finally seeing that they are nowhere near the vineyard, but somewhere closer to the forest. The grasses are long here, with wildflowers and untamed nature everywhere. He can hear water trickling somewhere nearby, although he cannot see a stream or brook. “Walk with me, then,” he says gruffly.

Jimin has no shoes, but he only quietly hisses whenever he steps on a sharp rock or a protruding root. Yoongi glances out of the corners of his eyes at him as they leisurely move through the area toward the sound of water. When they come across the gurgling stream, Yoongi finds a flat place to sit, and he straightens his spine, taking a deep, deep breath and then letting it out.

The omega stands there for a moment, probably staring at him, before Yoongi sees him move toward the water. The stream is not very deep, mostly around Jimin’s ankles, but in one small area it seems to rise almost to Jimin’s knees.

Yoongi closes his eyes, feeling the sun soak into his skin. He listens to Jimin splashing around in the water. When he opens his eyes after a moment, the lower half of Jimin’s dress is fully wet, sticking to his hips and legs. He realizes after a second that the omega has washed away the mess. He’s not expecting it when Jimin pulls at the dress, lifting it higher and higher until he is fully displaying himself with the fabric bunched up around his ribs.

Yoongi’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t move, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of him.

Jimin’s belly is flat again, and his cocklet is soft. Jimin bends down to clean away the last of the white smears on his inner thighs. When his fingers press between his petals to clean any seed, Yoongi startles both himself and the omega when a low growl bubbles up from his throat.

Jimin stares at him, frozen for only a moment before he begins to wade through the water back toward the bank. Toward Yoongi.

Yoongi can’t stop the growl. It is a low rumble that vibrates his entire chest. It’s not violent, but rather it feels like…a warning.

Jimin stops right in front of Yoongi’s crossed legs. “I’m sorry,” he says, voice low and not sounding apologetic a single bit, “did I take what was yours?”

The growl increases volume briefly.

“Would you like it back?”

Jimin steps over Yoongi’s crossed legs until his feet are on either side of the alpha’s hips. His crotch is barely an inch from Yoongi’s face. The alpha is slammed with the mixed scent of slick and cum, and he can’t control himself one bit when he seizes Jimin by the lower hips and shoves his face into that intoxicating fragrance.

“Nngh!” Jimin grabs onto Yoongi’s skull for stabilization as the alpha groans and laps obscenely between his folds, drinking up everything. He pushes his tongue inside, curling it to get as much slick as possible. He sucks and slurps, and relishes in the moans he hears above him.

Once again, Yoongi knows nothing but this omega in his hands. He rolls them over, pushing Jimin into the ground as he aggressively eats him out.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Jimin chants.

Mine. All mine. Those are the words filling Yoongi’s mind. He doesn’t know anything beyond the deliciously sweet nectar coating his tongue, the quivering thighs pressing against his skull, the fingers twisting and tangling and pulling hard at his hair.

“Fuck!” Jimin sobs, hips lifting off of the ground as he jolts and arches. Yoongi snarls, puts one palm on his belly to force him back down, and shoves his face deeper. He can’t get enough.

Below him, the omega writhes and pants for air. His gasping is slightly vocal and high-pitched.

His slick gushes around Yoongi’s tongue. It’s like a drug. The alpha’s eyes roll up, he grins momentarily—and then he dives even deeper. The thighs on either side of him press tightly as if trying to crush his head. Yoongi digs his fingers into the supple flesh of one thigh and forces it away, allowing him to shift the angle of his feast.

A tremendous spasm rockets through the omega’s body, and he lets out a long shriek. His voice is raw.

Yoongi doesn’t know how much time passes before his instincts alert him to a new, quickly approaching sound.

“Ji—min?”                                  

Yoongi pulls away to breathe, briefly admiring the swollen, glossy, rosy skin before him. There is glistening puddle of white above Jimin’s twitching cocklet. Yoongi presses forward to continue with his glorious feast.

“Ji—min! …JIMIN!” A female’s voice reaches them.

A sharp gasp and a shout has Yoongi lifting his face to stare in shock at a beta woman standing directly over them. Her beautiful face is filled with horror and rage, and Yoongi allows himself to topple over when she shoves his shoulders with all of her strength.

“Get off of him!” she yells. She looks wild with the way her long dark hair is flying around her, and she doesn’t pay attention to her expensive-looking dress with its full skirts as she shoves at Yoongi again. She kicks him in the shins.

“You horrid alpha, get away from him!” she exclaims.

Yoongi’s brain won’t catch up with the situation. He can only stare dumbly at the woman as she turns away from him, hauls a delirious and whimpering Jimin to his feet, and frantically covers him up. He watches as Jimin leans heavily upon the woman, stumbling every other step.

When his awareness finally catches up to him, Yoongi feels the disgust for himself flood his entire system. He roughly washes his face and immediately leaves.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Jimin hiccups and silently sobs as his sister practically drags him up the hill, toward the villa. His body shakes, and he doesn’t really hear the monologue of furious words coming from Yongsun’s mouth.

It feels like years before he is inside his rooms, where Yongsun strips Jimin of all of his clothing, helps wash him until there is no scent left but his own and the bath salts. She then dresses him in a fresh chemise, cream-white with rose stays, and then holds and kisses all over his face as she gathers him into her arms. It is times like these when her rudeness and attitude disappears completely; when she steps properly into her role of big sister to her baby brother.

Jimin knows she has misunderstood the situation, but he’s struggling to even speak. He is so beyond stimulated by the alpha’s touch that he can barely think.

“Do you need anything?” she asks him, holding him against her.

He knows it would have been better for Yoongi to be the one providing him aftercare, but since his sister has so gallantly ‘rescued’ him from his lover…

“H-hold me?” he manages.

She coos at him and holds him tighter before pulling him toward the door instead of his bed like he’d assume.

“Come on, then.”

One arm around his shoulder, Yongsun leads him out of his rooms and through the house until they reach the ‘nest’ his omega sisters created. Minseo and Adora are already there; Adora with a book in her hands, Minseo snuggling against her and blinking sleepily. They both look up when Yongsun herds Jimin toward the nest.

“Our little one needs cuddles,” Yongsun announces bluntly. She climbs into the nest with him, pulling Jimin down to collapse in the middle of them all. Minseo immediately rolls over to wrap her arms around him, scenting him thoroughly.

She pauses briefly to give him a look, though. Yongsun, as a beta, doesn’t notice more specific underlying scents, but Minseo as a fellow omega can certainly tell that Jimin isn’t in actual distress, but is merely suffering from overstimulation of the sexual nature. She raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, simply scenting him even more and reaching down to rub his belly soothingly.

It helps. Barely an hour later, Jimin feels mostly back to normal.

Days pass.

The temperatures climb again. Jimin goes with three of his brothers to the lake to go boating and swimming. He feels envious that they are allowed to strip almost naked to swim, whereas he has to keep his top covered even though he looks exactly the same as they do—minus the muscle, he supposes.

He wears a bathing set that is as scandalous as he’s allowed; his older beta brother Hyun had gone with him to pick it out and make sure Jimin didn’t get anything too inappropriate. (They know him too well.) The bathing set is made of two layers of material so that even while fully wet, Jimin’s body isn’t revealed below. The whole thing is one piece with white ruffled shorts that reach his mid thighs, covered by a pale blue and white vertical striped pinafore-like dress which is gathered at his waist. It is blissfully sleeveless, with thick ribbons tied at his shoulders to hold it up.

Jimin loves swimming with his brothers because they are a bit more exciting than his sisters. He always has to beg and plead them to take him with them, though. He’s almost never invited. But when he does get to go with them, he loves it. Especially since he’s the only omega and the baby—his oldest brother is nearly fifteen years older than him—he gets spoiled with attention.

Jimin swims back up to the surface, laughing as his alpha brother Minho leaps from the party boat, creating a huge splash. The wake hits Jimin, and he puts more power into swimming back to the boat. His alpha brother Sunghoon gives him a hand to pull him up into the boat, complaining about the extra weight dripping from Jimin’s bathing set.

“I’d be perfectly happy to take it off, brother,” Jimin quips.

Sunghoon shakes his head quickly. “Absolutely not; what if someone sees!”

Jimin rolls his eyes. He screams when a pair of arms seize him around the ribs and knees, scooping him off of his feet with no warning.

“Hey! Minho!” Jimin screeches, voice getting cut off as he is launched into the air and plummets into the water, buttocks-first.

He resurfaces, sputtering and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Rude! How dare you just throw an omega into the lake without warning?!”

There are several laughs from the boat. When Jimin climbs back up, he has to endure several different tells of how ridiculous he had looked getting thrown in.

“I feel sorry for whichever mate you end up with,” Hyun shakes his head. “He’ll have to deal with all of this.”

Jimin knows he’s just teasing, but it sours his mood. As usual, he doesn’t bother hiding his mood, and stomps off to throw himself down on a seat.

He’s tried his best to not think of Yoongi the past few days. He hasn’t even flirted with anyone or really been anywhere near enough for any of the workers to flirt with him. There’s an unpleasant feeling in his soul that makes him feel downright unpleasant at the thought of another alpha touching him other than Yoongi. He hates it.

He’d had a conversation with Yongsun to explain that Yoongi hadn’t been assaulting him or taking advantage of him. She hadn’t believed him until he finally had to tell her that he likes that kind of sex. Of course, he knows she can’t understand, being pure still, but she had finally sighed and nodded, promising not to tell their father.

The four siblings stay out on the boat until the sun begins to set, and then they head home. Jimin is tired and grumpy, and not particularly hungry for supper. Their parents are hosting a party when they return, and Jimin hurries inside to freshen up and change into proper clothing before anyone sees.

The tables outside on the patio are filled with food and wine. The lamps light the space with a pretty orange glow, and with the very last of the sunset just barely slipping past the horizon far off beyond the hills, Jimin feels a strange sort of loneliness despite being surrounded by family and friends. He stares out into the darkness in the direction where he now knows the temple lies; he’d looked it up on a map a few days after Yoongi’s first visit. He wonders if Yoongi has atoned for his sins or if he’s been punished for leaving.

Jimin doesn’t really realize that he’s been going through glass upon glass upon glass of wine until he bumps into someone and stumbles so badly he nearly falls.

The person’s hands come around his waist to steady him, and Jimin turns to see his mother. Her eyebrows are drawn close in disapproval.

“Jimin. I think you’ve had quite enough.”

She looks so beautiful, Jimin thinks. Her exquisitely made navy blue gown is silk layered with sheer material, gathered and arranged in a way to compliment her figure. Her small breasts are pulled tight into soft mounds above the neckline. Upon her neck she wears jewels and her mating mark, both gifted to her by Jimin’s father.

She is somehow both formidable and delicate in demeanor, and unexpectedly youthful for her age. The passion in her marriage has kept her young, Jimin believes. His parents are true mates, after all. It’s part of the reason why Jimin has so many siblings; his father couldn’t keep his hands off of his mother, so she just kept popping out baby after baby until the doctors said it was enough; right after Jimin was born.

“Mama,” Jimin sighs heavily, leaning into her and wrapping his arms tightly around her, “I’m just getting started.” Being around his mother always brings the child out in him.

She pets the top of his head. “You most certainly are not. No more wine for you, Jimin.”

“Mama,” he says again, staring out at the party of people who are too uncaring of his plight, “I’ll find someone someday, right?”

Her scent changes. Sweet, comforting wisteria wraps around him. “My Jiminie, darling. Of course you’ll find someone someday.” She sighs, kissing his temple. “Maybe you should look beyond the vineyard workers, though. Maybe you’ll find someone wonderful.”

“Like Papa?”

She nods. “Yes. Someone like your Papa. Maybe someone even better than your Papa. Someone perfect just for you.”

She holds him for a little while more, scenting him and telling him how lovely he looks (even though she wishes he would not take in as much sun as he does when out with his brothers). Then, she returns to the party, leaving him after she reminds him to not drink anymore wine.

Jimin has one more glass and then decides to take the long route back to his rooms. He walks through the garden, enjoying the quiet, until he becomes aware of noises. Familiar noises. Heavy breathing. Rhythmic, wet slapping. Rustling clothes. Groans and whimpering.

He frowns, irritation coming over him as he purposely stalks toward the sounds. They are exactly where he is headed, anyway.

He’s not sure why he’s surprised to see Minseo and Taehyung tangled up together, but he is. He stops short, eyes widening as he takes in the sight of the tall, broad vineyard worker with one hand underneath his sister’s dress where they are moving intimately together, the other hand fondling her breast! Her entire chest is out for anyone to see, and Jimin feels anger swell within him as Taehyung rolls and pinches Minseo’s nipple. She moans into his mouth.

Jimin scoffs, loudly, and the couple startles.

“Of course,” he says contemptuously, swaying slightly when his balance falters. “Of course.”

Minseo holds her open top closed over her breasts, frowning in confusion at Jimin. “What?”

Taehyung pulls away from her, quickly tucking himself in and straightening out her skirts. He looks mildly annoyed for being interrupted.

“Can we help you?”

Jimin doesn’t know why he’s angry, but he is boiling with rage that twists his insides. “I don’t need your help,” he snaps. He trips over his foot, or maybe it’s his hem. Minseo cries out and Taehyung jumps forward to catch Jimin before he can fall into a rose bush full of long thorns.

“Get off me, you damn knothead,” he spits. “You can’t even—you can’t even fuck my sister properly. What—what’re you doing—against the wall, outside? D-doesn’t she deserve, deserve better?”

“Jimin—”

His neck burns. The lamps are dancing and spinning.

Jimin uses all his strength to push whoever is holding him away, finding the body smaller and lighter than he was expecting.

“Are you all right?” he hears Taehyung asking.

“Yes, I’m—I’m fine. Jimin—”

Small hands grab onto his arms as Jimin stumbles away, fumbling for the door handle to go inside.

“Get off of me,” he shoves back. He slams the door and nearly falls again.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Yoongi feels like he is wading through the thickest mud, like his head is surrounded by a fog. He tries his best to concentrate on his studies. He fails at meditating, although he remains sitting for hours while his mind is swarming with negative thoughts. At night, he is plagued by constant dreams of Jimin. Always explicit, always causing him to wake with a painfully hard erection.

There are days when he feels a strange feverish sensation around his neck.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Jimin’s heat is pure torture.

He lies in his bed of tangled, soiled silk, cheek pressed into the mattress and buttocks high in the air, presenting to no one. His fingers move inside of him, unable to reach where his alpha can reach, unable to give himself a knot. He screams until his throat is raw, sobbing at how empty he is. He’s been abandoned. His alpha has abandoned him because he’s not good enough. He’s not worth giving up devotion to the gods.

Jimin’s not worth enough.

When his mother comes to find him the next day, Jimin is sprawled on the floor by the window, lying unconscious in a puddle of slick and cum. His fingers look as if he’s been clawing at something—later, Jimin will find tiny crescent-shaped marks in the window where he had been trying to pry the window open without success.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Yoongi has been scolded yet again. He doesn’t know why he’s been feeling this way. He just has no energy, no drive. He doesn’t know where his passion for the gods and the moon has gone.

He’s tried so hard to forget that omega. He can’t go back. He’s done enough damage already, taking advantage of the beautiful omega.

But he can’t get the memory of his face out of his mind. He can’t even forget his scent. It still fills his nose like a ghostly presence, tricking him into breaking meditations to turn and seek out where the scent is coming from.

And when his rut comes, he wants nothing to do with the omega priestess they give him. Naked, he rages at her, daring her to come anywhere near him as his cock stands angrily red and dripping between them. He shouts and snarls threateningly at her where she hides huddled in a corner while he fucks into his fist. She can’t leave, and he knows it, but his alpha doesn’t. His alpha wants her away, now, and he doesn’t care that they are locked in the rut room together. The scent of her slick and fear makes him want to vomit.

In the morning, he apologizes profusely, but there is nothing to be done. She won’t look at him in the eyes, and hurries away the second the door is unlocked.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Jimin carefully shuts his bedroom door behind him. The hall is silent. The entire villa is silent. He hears a few muffled snores down the hall and through closed doors, but that is about it. He holds his shoes in his hands as he quietly walks down the hall and down the stairs. As soon as he is outside, he slips on his shoes.

It is a bit cool tonight. It feels like a promise of autumn to come soon. Jimin does not have an outercoat, but he is wearing sleeves down to his wrists. His clothing is dark, with no sparkles or fun accents. He does not want to draw attention to himself this night.

Gathering his skirts, he hurries down toward the vineyards. Jimin knows their lands like the back of his hand. But even so, being outside at the darkest time of night with no one to accompany him, he feels on edge. He knows he is probably giving off anxious pheromones, but he can’t help it. He has to do this. The desperation has grown too overwhelming for him to handle anymore.

There is plenty of moonlight due to the nearly full moon. Only a few clouds drift across the sky, but they are thin and do not dim the shine of the moon much. Jimin sends a quick prayer to the moon goddess to keep him safe, and then he heads up the hill toward the forest.

Jimin almost immediately regrets his decision the second he steps foot into the deeper darkness of the forest. He has been in this forest before—with his parents, and with his siblings. Never alone. Never at night.

The path, thankfully, is well-lit by the moonlight, for it is wide and the canopy of trees does not meet overhead nearly as much as in the denser, off-path areas.

He cannot escape his fear, though. The omega startles at every sound. Every rustle, every crack, every flutter. Thankfully, he meets no one and nothing.

He walks for so long that his feet ache. Higher, and higher into the hills. At one point he reaches an outlook, and pauses to stare in wonder at the faint line of orange on the eastern horizon. Above, the sky is the deepest indigo, with diamonds sparkling as far as the eye can see. The moon is like a glowing pearl, watching down over him silently. Jimin once again sends a prayer to the goddess, thanking her and pleading for strength.

He continues his journey.

When he reaches the first stone lantern, glowing dimly with a soon-to-self-extinguish flame, Jimin feels a rush of hope. He has no idea how long he’s been walking, but as the lanterns turn into a steady presence, he knows he must be close.

The temple grounds are silent, and Jimin suddenly becomes highly aware of the crunch of stone and soil beneath his feet. He slows his pace and carefully approaches the buildings. The only lanterns are those within the stone pedestals. Although the grounds are silent, Jimin does not feel scared anymore. Somehow, he knows he is close.

His alpha is close, his omega purrs.

Jimin tentatively sniffs the air the closer he draws to the buildings. He can feel Yoongi’s scent very faintly, as if he often passes by this area. But it is so faint and weak that it means nothing.

Jimin continues to move through the grounds, careful to not make a sound, occasionally pausing to check for Yoongi’s scent.

There are so many scents mixing around that it feels impossible—until he is suddenly hit by a strong cloud of Yoongi. In fact, it is such a strong cloud that Jimin realizes it smells like a recent rut.

Jimin follows the scent until he reaches a long building with many sliding doors. It doesn’t take him long to find the doors that have Yoongi’s scent all over them. Jimin tamps down his excitement and steps up to the doors, carefully removing his shoes before taking a deep breath and sliding the door open.

Before him lies Min Yoongi, sound asleep on a low, narrow bed.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Yoongi can smell Jimin. As the omega’s scent blooms, his mind draws the perfect picture of him. Beautiful as ever. As usual, his mind doesn’t bother with the unnecessary details. The omega wears nothing but a blanket wrapped around his naked body. Easy to remove.

“Yoongi.”

His voice sounds closer than ever, directly in his ear. He can feel the omega’s breath, and it makes him shiver. His cock begins to thicken. Oh, he can almost taste the omega’s scent.

He reaches out and pulls Jimin close. The gasp he makes goes straight to his cock, and Yoongi groans at how his fingers dig so nicely into the omega’s skin. He’s not wearing a blanket, though. Yoongi frowns when he sees that now Jimin is wearing proper clothing; more clothing than he’s ever seen him wear, in fact.

No matter. That can be removed well enough.

“Y-Yoongi—”

He sounds delicious. His voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper.

Yoongi finds his lips and claims them, moaning at how wonderful they feel and taste. His soul is roaring like a fire. The omega lets him in, completely pliant to his every movement. He pushes skirts out of the way, digging his fingers into those wonderful thighs. He spreads them apart.

The omega’s scent is all around him, sweet and full of need.

When he sinks into the wet heat of his omega, Yoongi knows he’s come home.

Finally.

He takes his time, never wanting this dream to end. He can feel Jimin clenching around him, he can hear his muffled moans and whimpers.

Why is he muffled? Yoongi groans on a particularly good thrust and finds Jimin’s hands. One is covering his mouth. That makes no sense. Yoongi traps the wrist above his head. He brings the other wrist up to join it, using his left to hold them together.

He digs his fingers into Jimin’s thigh and pushes it up higher, hooking it over his elbow. He snaps his hips sharply, and is rewarded with a loud moan.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Jimin can hardly believe what’s going on right now. He doesn’t even have a chance to really understand the situation before he is being impaled again and again with Yoongi’s cock. The alpha’s movements are frantic and obsessed as he holds Jimin’s hands down, locked together above his head. He is grunting and mumbling words Jimin doesn’t understand as he fucks the omega like he’s afraid he’ll disappear if he doesn’t completely wreck him right now.

Jimin can’t hold his whimpers and moans back, and the pace at which he is being penetrated forces the sounds out of him in a staccato-like rhythm. He is gushing slick by now, his loins burning up with such intense pleasure from being ruined by his alpha.

He doesn’t want it to stop.

Yoongi does stop, though, without any warning. He freezes quite abruptly, buried completely inside of Jimin. When he stops, Jimin whines, high-pitched.

“Please,” he squirms desperately.

“Jimin?”

Yoongi’s voice is deeper than Jimin’s ever heard it before. It’s rough and low, and goes straight down through his belly. He convulses as his first orgasm bowls him over.

“Oh gods—what? How—Jimin?? Oh fuck.”

“Yoongi,” Jimin whines.

The alpha releases Jimin’s hands but then leans in as he draws out and then slams in purposefully. He fucks differently, now. It’s not all quick movements, but instead powerful thrusts that punch the breath out of Jimin every time.

When Yoongi pulls out and flips Jimin over, the omega lets his body be positioned as the alpha wants it.

“Present for me, little omega,” Yoongi murmurs. “I know you want to.”

Jimin does want to present. “Alpha, please.”

His buttocks are lifted high into the air, his shoulders shoved down, and his thighs are spread obscenely wide. Jimin can’t help the sharp cry he lets out when Yoongi sinks into him and begins penetrating him at a rapid speed. Jimin yelps when his hair is yanked and his head lifts up off of the sleeping pad.

He doesn’t have the presence of mind to notice the approaching footsteps and voices until suddenly the door slides open.

The omega and alpha are pulled away from each other. Unfamiliar hands cover Jimin up and drag him from the room. He doesn’t know what’s happening. He stumbles along with the people escorting him, watching the way the lantern sways in front of him on a long staff.

They enter a building, where Jimin is released. He stands, hugging his arms around his torso. Several lamps are lit, bringing definition to the room he stands inside. It is a larger room with a low ceiling, with smooth glossy floorboards. The man who has dragged Jimin here has white hair, long and braided down his back. He is probably the oldest person Jimin has ever met. He observes Jimin silently for a long, uncomfortable moment before speaking.

“Are you hurt, omega?” His voice is gruff, like sand rubbing against stone.

Jimin quickly shakes his head.

The man purses his lips. “What is your name.”

“P-Park Jimin. Sir,” Jimin tacks on at the end. He has no idea if he’s going to be punished; and if so, in what way. He tries his best to be as polite as possible.

The man’s eyebrows furrow. “Not from the Park family, down in the valley?”

Jimin nods. “Yes, sir.”

“What, pray tell, are you doing here?”

A warm blush fills Jimin’s cheeks, and the man clearly does not miss it.

“You’re here to have a secret rendezvous with one of my disciples, then?”

Jimin opens his mouth wordlessly. He doesn’t know how to explain himself without sounding insane.

Suddenly the man clucks his tongue and approaches him, grabbing Jimin by the shoulder without warning. “Did he mark you, child?” He isn’t gentle when he turns Jimin’s face to the side, examining Jimin’s neck. “What is this?”

“H-he didn’t bite me,” Jimin whispers, trembling.

“He didn’t bite you.” The man hums, and then abruptly releases him. He turns and stalks over to another person, a woman, who is standing by a side door. They whisper together for a long moment. Jimin shivers and tries to ignore the slick dripping down his thighs. He’s sure that he’s positively gaping from the way Yoongi had been fucking him just minutes ago.

He feels so empty and lost.

A door opens behind him, and immediately Yoongi’s scent reaches him. When Jimin turns, he is shocked to see that Yoongi is dressed and carries the same bag he’d been carrying the first day they met. He looks cowed, and when his eyes meet Jimin’s, there is intense shame within them.

“Yoongi,” Jimin whispers, reaching for him, but smart enough not to move.

“Are you aware of what is going on, Min Yoongi?” the elderly man’s voice is sharp when he speaks to Yoongi.

“I accept your punishment, Head Priest,” Yoongi bows his head.

“That is not what I asked you. I asked if you are aware of what is going on.”

Yoongi looks confused. “S…sir?”

“Apparently not.” The man heaves a great sigh. “Great moon above, the children these days know nothing anymore.”

Jimin glances between the man and Yoongi. When the man approaches Jimin and turns him to face Yoongi, the omega gasps softly. Once again his head is tilted, his neck forcefully bared. When two fingers press directly against Jimin’s scent gland, he involuntarily whines high and pitiful.

Across the room, Yoongi growls low in his throat.

“It is as I feared.”

The fingers fall away, but the throbbing heat in his scent gland doesn’t go away.

“Min Yoongi, I have no choice but to banish you from the temple.” The man sounds tired, now. He doesn’t seem happy with his decision.

“Banish?”

“Yes. You know very well that no outside lovers are permitted. You know that sexual intercourse is not permitted in the sleeping quarters. You know that such activities are only permitted within the heat and rut rooms, at the appropriate times of year.” He pauses. “You have broken these rules. And not only have you broken them, but you have been disappointing in your devotion to the gods ever since you arrived, but particularly as of late.”

Jimin can’t tell what Yoongi is feeling. The alpha has a closed expression, and he is controlling his scent far more skillfully than Jimin has ever been able to do.

“But that is not all.”

Jimin’s eyes flicker back to the High Priest.

“This omega here,” he waves his hand in Jimin’s direction, “is your true mate, and servants of the gods do not have true mates.”

A buzzing starts up in Jimin’s ears.

True mates?

He hears the High Priest’s next words as if through water. “True mates cannot be separated from one another once they share intimacy together. It is obvious now that you both have shared intimacy even before you arrived.”

Jimin stares at Yoongi with wide eyes. He and Yoongi are true mates? Just like his mother and father?

So many things start to make sense. The intense draw Jimin has felt toward the alpha. The mind-blowing sex. The inability to find pleasure with other lovers. His emotional, strange moods. The insane desperation that literally caused him to sneak out in the middle of the night and hike through the forest alone to find the alpha.

“You will be escorted home at daybreak,” the High Priest turns to Jimin. “And you,” he turns to Yoongi, “will be released from this temple. You will have to find your own way in life, child.”

Jimin knows he should feel bad for Yoongi being banished, but all he can think of is that they will be able to be together.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

Yoongi watches as Jimin is led away. The sky begins to lighten as the sun rises over the horizon. It is cloudy and gray. Thick fog coats the valley and clings to the lush trees. The morning is quiet, solemn.

He turns to the High Priest, who stands beside him.

“I have failed the gods,” Yoongi says, bowing low.

“You have not. The gods chose this life for you. You will only have failed the gods if you do not take your true mate and cherish him for life. They brought you to him. Now you must do your duty and be the alpha he needs.”

Yoongi swallows and nods.

He is made to wait until the escort returns without Jimin. It feels like centuries pass as he waits. He does not allow himself to pace or do anything trivial. He simply stands near the large boulder overlooking the valley, and waits.

He watches as the clouds darken, and a swath of rain passed through the valley. He watches as the sun peeks through the clouds to illuminate sections of the forested hills. He watches as the clouds roll in again, and the leaves quiver wildly with their pale bellies up as a cool wind whips through the trees.

When, at last, the escort comes back in sight, he straightens his spine and lifts his bag to settle upon his back.

The journey back down through the forest gives him even more time to think.

The disappointment Yoongi feels in himself is heavy, but at the same time… At the same time, he feels hopeful. He has never felt as invigorated as he does with the omega. To imagine that he’ll spend the rest of his life with his true mate is beyond anything he could have ever foreseen.

But then his thoughts become even more sober.

All of his interactions with the omega have been filled with hormones and sex. He knows Jimin’s body more intimately than anyone. But does he know Jimin, the person? He doesn’t. Not at all. And while he’s sure that there are mated couples who only interact for the purpose of sex and producing offspring, that is not the kind of life Yoongi wants for himself.

He doesn’t know much about true mates, having never met any himself. They are a rare breed, that is for sure. He wonders if the simple fact that he and Jimin are true mates will guarantee that they will work out together. He wishes he could have more time to do research on the subject.

The closer he gets to the end of the forest, the more nervous he becomes.

What will he do for a living? He will have to find somewhere to work. He’s never really been one for hard labor, but he can do what he has to. Will Jimin become entirely his responsibility? The omega must be used to riches and extravagance. Yoongi can’t provide that. There’s no way. Will they even be happy together?

The rain that begins to fall as he reaches the vineyard feels somehow appropriate.

Yoongi pauses, staring out over the fields and fields of grapes. The villa has a few lights visible from the windows. He takes in the view, letting the rain soak him completely. When he finally feels he is ready to face his fate, the alpha steps forward, leaving the forest behind.

⁕ ☀ ⁕

His mother isn’t particularly surprised with the news that he has a true mate. She only holds him tight, makes him promise to never disappear like that again, and then she sends him up to his room to change.

Jimin wants to look pretty when Yoongi arrives. He looks through his clothes frantically before finally settling on a scoop-necked, short-sleeved, sheer gold slip that is forever slipping off of his shoulders. He fastens cream-gold stays around his torso with a matching skirt. The stays have tiny gold embroidery of vines. He turns this way and that as he looks at himself in the mirror, trying to find the most alluring angle, and then he quickly brushes his hair and twists it up to pin in place.

By the time Jimin returns downstairs, both of his parents are there to greet him again. He sees that his mother’s mating mark is freshly red, and he glances quickly at his father. The alpha looks…satisfied. Jimin lowers his gaze and steps forward to allow his parents to pull him close, scenting him thoroughly.

“Do I need to prepare myself for an alpha as wild as you?” Jimin’s father asks him gruffly.

Jimin blushes and shakes his head, hiding his face in his father’s arm. “Papa,” he whines. “He’s not wild.” He’s only wild when pounding his cock into Jimin, anyway. “Promise you won’t be mean?”

“I’ll try, I suppose. At least now I know you won’t be playing with all my workers anymore.”

“Papa!”

Jimin’s mother laughs and pulls Jimin from her husband’s arms, gathering Jimin into her own and snuggling in against him.

The alpha groans. “Omegas.” Although he rolls his eyes, his voice is fond.

“My youngest baby is growing up,” Jimin’s mother whines with a pout.

Jimin glances out the window. A storm is rolling through the valley.

“He is coming, right?” he murmurs aloud. That is what was decided, right?

“He’ll come,” his father says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “If he’s your true mate, he’ll come.”

When a figure appears in the rain, climbing the steps toward the house, Jimin gasps. He doesn’t even think before throwing open the door and running out into the rain.

“Yoongi!” he exclaims. “Yoongi!”

The alpha looks up at him, and Jimin sees how his expression shifts from something solemn to relief. He smiles hesitantly as he reaches the patio.

“Jimin,” he says. His eyes flicker toward the house.

The omega can’t hold himself back anymore, and takes the last few steps to throw his arms around Yoongi’s neck. “Yoongi,” he whispers against his lips, “you’re all mine.”

He presses their lips together and sighs as the alpha slips his tongue through to embrace his own. Jimin hums into his mouth, relishing the taste of his alpha.

“Darling, you just changed and now you’re getting soaked again!”

Jimin reluctantly pulls away at the sound of his mother’s voice. She is standing in the open doorway.

“Please, my dears. Come inside.”

Yoongi is positively contrite and humble with his introduction (and apologies). Jimin giggles and tells him there’s nothing to apologize for, quickly turning to narrow his eyes at his father meaningfully.

“I…” Yoongi twists his hands together in front of him. “I confess I have nothing to offer your son. I now have—” he gestures at himself and the bag he had been carrying, “only this.”

“I don’t need anything!” Jimin exclaims, but his father interrupts.

“You will work in the vineyard,” Jimin’s father says firmly, as if there has already been a discussion and decision made. “You will become a part of this family. If, at a later time you decide you wish to pursue other passions, that can be discussed with the family’s well-being in mind. But for now, we will arrange for the western wing to be fitted to your needs, and when you mate our son, he will move into the wing with you.”

Jimin’s mouth drops open. “Papa,” he says faintly. Then he quickly hugs him tightly. “Oh, Papa, thank you! Thank you, Papa!”

His parents then have to return to their responsibilities, leaving Jimin alone with Yoongi. The omega takes Yoongi’s hand and pulls him through the house.

“Come, I’ll show you where the western wing is. Just wait until you get to see the sunsets! It’s the loveliest. We could put the bed right by the big windows…”

“Jimin.”

He pauses, looking up at Yoongi. The alpha looks unsure, but determined.

“Yes?”

“You want this? You want me?”

Jimin takes a moment to respond, understanding that the alpha is different than he. Jimin puts his hand on Yoongi’s cheek, slowly rubbing it with his thumb.

“I want no one but you, Min Yoongi.” He smirks slightly. “I tried to, remember? But now all I want is you.”

“We don’t…know each other, though.” The alpha sounds embarrassed.

“Well then we’ll get to know each other, silly!” Jimin laughs, hitting him in the chest. “My parents—they are true mates.” He sees surprise enter Yoongi’s eyes. “I trust in true mates. We aren’t just sexually compatible. That may be all we know so far, but there is so much more to it. I trust that we will learn how well we fit together in mind and spirit as well.”

He smiles and draws Yoongi down for a brief kiss. He gazes into the alpha’s eyes with excitement.

“Our lives will be full of passion, full of love, full of care. And if I have anything to do with it, also full of fun!”

Yoongi chuckles. “All right. I’ll…I’ll trust you.”

“Of course you will.”

He turns away to continue their way down the corridor, but Yoongi’s hands come around his waist from behind and hold him still. He steps up close until their bodies are pressed against one another, and then his head ducks down over Jimin’s shoulder.

Jimin shudders with pleasure as Yoongi’s lips and tongue map out his bare shoulders, moving inward until he reaches his throat. The alpha takes his time to thoroughly taste and mark up Jimin’s scent gland, spreading his own claiming scent everywhere.

If they spend the rest of the day in each other’s arms, learning each other’s bodies anew, slowly and unrushed, no one needs to know.

(Everyone does, though.)

⁕ ☀ ⁕

The End.