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Taehyung never understood why the world had to be so divided. It was already divided into race, religion, and region. Then they had the Alpha, Beta and Omega division. Every pack would have its own allegiance, and no matter who you asked, Alphas only hung around with other Alphas unless they were taking a partner. The partner could be a beta or an omega. Some moron must have made the dictate that male alphas could only take female betas and omega as partners and vice versa. You know to better continue the line.
Taehyung would have mostly just gone along with this dictate if not for Jinnie. Oh! Don’t deliberately misunderstand Taehyung! Causes have to be personal, it’s only human nature. One just doesn’t wake up one day and choose to stand up for a cause until it is personal. And his Jinnie was everything to Taehyung.
To say that Taehyung loved the man would be an understatement. So it is imperative that we know a little more about his Jinnie. He had met him when he was a five year old boy. Someone had left a malnourished white Maltese in front the local bakery. The neighborhood boys would often poke the dog just to get it to rise and snap at them. Taehyung had made it a habit to quietly feed the dog when none of the other kids were looking. One day as per his usual schedule, he went to feed the stray, but it was already in someone’s lap. Someone who was petting it and combing its tangled hair.
As soon as the boy saw Taehyung, he got defensive. “Don’t come any nearer! I.. I will hit you!”
Taehyung put forward his hands in submission., “I just came to give him some food.”
The other boy looked curious, still not convinced that Tae wouldn’t hurt the poor dog. Slowly he inched towards Taehyung to see if he really carried food. When it was evident that Taehyung meant no harm to the dog, he let Taehyung join him.
Taehyung saw the affectionate way the other boy brushed the white Maltese’s fur. He even rubbed ointment on the scabs the poor dog had incurred at the hands of the neighborhood bullies. “It’s not right what they did to Jjangu. Thank you for feeding him.”
“Is he your dog? Did you lose him?”
“No, no I came upon him this morning on my way to school.”
Taehyung was surprised how the boy had already adopted the stray without thinking about the consequences. “I just thought you might have lost him as you already have a name for him.”
“No,! Silly. I tried all sorts of names before he responded to being called Jjangu. I plan to take him home with me.” The boy looked at Taehyung as if challenging him about the ownership. Taehyung was amused.
“I am Taehyung, by the way.” He thought it only right to introduce himself, seeing as they had been tending to Jjangu for a half an hour already.
“I am Seokjin.” The other boy reached out to shake hands on it. They spent more time talking about this and that until Seokjin got up to leave with Jjangu. “If you want, I can bring him to meet you everyday. Let’s meet here. Okay?”
“Okay.”
Once Seokjin left, Taehyung suddenly felt bereft. That was his first meeting with his Jinnie. They continued to see each other, and with every meeting Taehyung learnt a new thing about his Jinnie. His Jinnie was kind, nurturing, cute, punctual, diligent, socially awkward, an ardent lover of food, and had the most inescapable laugh.
Even though Taehyung was only five at the time, something deep in his soul already knew that he would only be complete with the other. Initially they weren’t in the same school, so Taehyung would only meet Seokjin on the way back from school. Sundays and holidays were the best, because he got to spend most of his time with Seokjin.
By middle-school, Taehyung had joined the same school as Seokjin. It was in Middle-school that Taehyung realized that he might not be the sole friend that Seokjin had. Throngs of boys and girls alike would vie for his attention. It got so bad that Taehyung forthrightly asked Seokjin, “Hyungie, am I your friend?”
“Yes Taetae, you are my friend.”
“Am I your best -friend?”
“Yes, you are my best brother.”
“That’s not what I asked. I don’t want to be your brother, can I not be your best friend?”
“Yes you can, but Taetae, what’s with all the questions? It’s not bad to be my best brother too, you know.”
“I don’t want to be your brother. You always seem to be surrounded by people. And sometimes I feel like I am not special.”
“Well, you are very dear to me. I don’t lie about in the grass looking for faces in the clouds with everyone. I don’t let anyone else play and feed Jjangu. I haven’t created special names for anyone other than you. So I guess you are special and different. Maybe you are my best friend, who knows.”
“I want to be absolutely sure that I am your best friend. Please, please hyungie.”
“On one condition, you have to promise to treat me to your mum’s nurungji for life.”
“Promise!” Taehyung would have promised anything at that moment. A lifetime supply of his mum’s nurungji was nothing. The niggling insecurity to be someone special to Seokjin metamorphosed into full territorialism by the time Taehyung was sixteen. Sure Taehyung had friends, but Seokjin was special.
Taehyung knew that Seokjin liked him almost as much. Still Taehyung hated to see any other person get a little too handsy with Seokjin. It was almost as if a dormant tiger was unleashed in him every time he caught someone back-slap Seokjin.
There was this junior in school whom everyone called the “Hwanggeum maknae” Jungkook. The boy was the best at everything and Taehyung assumed he had lots of friends, but somehow this junior befriended only Seokjin, who was five years his senior! Taehyung did not get the connection, why his Jinnie of all people?!
Jung Kook to the world was a shy little overachiever, but in front Seokjin his playfulness would come out in full force. He would always be lightly punching and smacking Jin. Many times Taehyung tried to come in-between the two, but Seokjim gave him the eye roll so he kept off. Then there’s this one time the boy actually kissed the calves of his Jinnie! That was the pits and Taehyung growled at the boy. It took Jimin, Seokjin and Mingyu to pull Taehyung away from the scene.
He and Seokjin had their first fight over this. “Voo! Jungkook was so scared, why did you do that ? That poor boy must be scarred for life.”
“But why did he get to kiss your calves?”
“Gosh! I can’t believe you are being so stuck-up. He is just being playful. The boy has no friends, I am trying to make him come out of his shell so that he can befriend some people his age.”
“But…but it’s you and him all the time. What if he falls in love with you?”
“Don’t be silly. He is a harmless dongsaeng, and it’s not allowed for two males to bond regardless of their sub-gender. You know that.”
“But what if he does? Suppose he catches feelings for you, what then?”
“He won’t. Even if he does, it’s not for me to judge. I don’t want the wrath of the clan to come falling on me. I will keep toeing the line, thank you very much. What’s with you? Why all these questions? Are you sure you are not the one in love with my handsome face?” Jinnie went on to bat his eyelids in a dramatic way.
“Of course not. I just don’t want the poor little boy to jump to the wrong conclusions and call all sorts of trouble for you in the pack,.” Taehyung deflected.
“Okay if you say so.” Seokjin just gave Taehyung his signature wink and air gun. “Apologize to Jungkook though, or I won’t let you off the hook.”
Taehyung was unsettled by the conversation, though he didn’t let Seokjin know about it. He consulted Jimin instead about it, who said, “Wolves are communal creatures., Alphas are protective of their circle of friends.”
“How do you know? We haven’t even presented yet, what if I am an omega?”
Jimin choked on his laugh. “Omega and you? That’s hilarious! There’s no way you will present as omega. Jin-Hyung on the other hand might, you know.”
“Why would Jinnie present as Omega?, You just said alphas are protective of other alphas.”
“Circle of friends. Jin-hyung could be an omega and you could still be protective of him. After all, we don’t want Jin-hyung to be tied to some random woman.” Truth be told, Taehyung wanted Seokjin to be tied to nobody. He hadn’t thought how it would feel to see his Jinnie married to someone else.
“Don’t overwork that pea brain of yours and apologize to Jungkook. The poor boy cried after your whole growl and punch fiasco.”
So Taehyung apologized.
He no longer growled or punched Jungkook. Rather, he took to biting his Jinnie’s shoulders whenever the Hwanggeum Maknae got too close. The Maknae got the hint. Haha! If anyone else thought Taehyung was being weird, too bad for them. Seokjim was his. His best-friend.
Nothing stirred and life went on until Taehyung turned 18. From a gangly teenager, he suddenly grew muscles. Seokjin had always been slight except for his shoulders, but Taehyung’s recent sprout of growth meant that he could manhandle him. Which is meant Seokjin was often manhandled into fitting into his arms. His possessiveness over Seokjin grew into something quite fierce. He hated parting with Seokjin, turning surly at every parting..
Many times he just snuck into Seokjin’s bed at night, pulling him into his arms and suddenly his heart did not ache as much as before. Then came the desire to rut against the warm scent of strawberries that emanated from his Jinnie.
If Seokjin found it strange, he didn’t comment about it. So Taehyung didn’t think much, just like Jimin told him not to. Later his jaw started hurting and everyone just chalked it up to his impending presentation as an alpha. Taehyung did not let anyone know that his jaw only relaxed when he gnawed at Seokjin’s neck while they were curled into each other while sleeping. Seokjin took to wearing turtlenecks to hide the signs of Taehyung’s bites.
On the day of his presentation, the signs were all there, but Taehyung couldn’t read them well. His body’s temperature was high as if touched by a fire, and he felt parched. His head hurt, his jaw hurt, his appetite had become ravenous and he was hard. He tried a cold shower, but the water did not cool him, neither did his hard-on subside.
Frustrated from his lack of success at cooling down, he headed over to Seokjin’s. He didn’t know how he made the journey to Seokjin’s room:. All he knew was that he craved him. Seokjin wasn’t at home, and the absence scratched at his already aching heart. Seokjin’s entire room smelled of him, like fresh strawberries arranged over soft vanilla cream and chocolate. He tried pulling the covers over himself to see if sleep would take him. The blankets had Seokjin’s warmth in them and all of a sudden he was horny out of his mind.
He felt terrible for being unable to stop himself from sniffing at the sheets and chasing Seokjin’s scent while stroking himself. No matter how many times he climaxed, he grew hotter. Taehyung was delirious with need, he had no time to think of decorum.
Seokjin found his room in disarray with his sheets shredded and Taehyung whimpering in pain. His immediate reaction was to close the door to his room:, whatever Taehyung was going through no one else had to be party to it. Not even his family. Seokjin walked towards Taehyung and touched his forehead. , Taehyung was running a high fever, groaning and growling. The room smelled of dark chocolate and Musk.
“Jinnie… need you please.”
How could Seokjin deny Tae in this state?. He put away his books and went to hug Tae. As soon as his Jinnie was in his arms, Taehyung felt his fever calming. There was still the need to possess Seokjin, but that was dulled with Seokjin’s physical presence. Seokjin cajoled with Taehyung into giving him a bath.
He even changed the bedsheets to his bed while Taehyung hung off his body like there was no tomorrow. He requested for a hearty meal to be sent to his room, which he had to literally stuff down Taehyung’s mouth. When he felt Taehyung was well-fed and cleaned, he finally took him to his bed finally.
Taehyung had waited patiently all the while because his Jinnie had not once let him go. The ache started once more when they were both in bed. Taehyung put his hands on the small of Seokjin’s waist, drawing him in. “Jinnie… kiss..”
Seokjin tried to keep it kosher by kissing Taehyung’s forehead.
“More.”
Seokjin kissed Taehyung’s cheeks next. Having had enough, Taehyung mashed his lips against Jinnie’s plump ones. It was so easy to sink into those plush lips. The first kiss was tentative, but Taehyung pressed harder and the it almost felt like the kiss became a drug. He picked and bit the lips until Seokjin opened his mouth to protest and Taehyung slid his tongue in. He greedily explored the warm mouth with his tongue, biting and laving Jinnie’s tongue. The kiss stoked his hunger for Seokjin. His hands moved in tandem with his tongue as they explored Seokjin’s curves, pulling him closer. Traveling to the band on Seokjin’s pajama bottoms, Taehyung’s hands dug into the supple flesh of his buttocks, kneading and pulling.
“Tae, we shouldn’t….” Seokjin started to protest. Taehyung was way past the limit of what they should or shouldn’t do, so he growled and kissed him harder. He needed Jinnie, his Jinnie who smelled so wonderful.
Taehyung shucked Seokjin’s pajama bottoms with force. They didn’t need those.
“Taetae, we can’t..”
Seokjin’s top met a worse fate than his bottom as Taehyung tore it off. It now smelled of strawberries in full blossom and Taehyung wanted to sink into it. Taehyung’s tongue carried on exploration of Seokjin’s soft cheeks, trailing kisses around his neck to his shoulders.
There was nothing tentative in Taehyung’s touches and Seokjin was losing himself. He hadn’t presented, yet, somehow instincts told him what they were doing was natural and right.
Like he truly belonged here while Taehyung took him apart with his hands and his lips and his tongue. The tongue that was now drawing circles over his nipples. And like ripples, Seokjin’s core wanted Taehyung’s possession.
“Make him ours.” Taehyung’s mind uselessly provided, like he wasn’t trying to do exactly that. Taehyung’s fingers slowly made the journey to Seokjin’s core, one tentatively sliding into the furl of muscle. Seokjin let out a cry of unease. Taehyung immediately went back to kissing Seokjin’s mouth, rutting his cock against Seokjin’s which started to leak precum. When Taehyung felt his Jinnie had grown accustomed to the intrusion, he added another finger. It was when Seokjin started to move against his fingers, chasing pleasure, that Taehyung could hold on no longer.
Still kissing Seokjin, he aligned himself against the other’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, adjusting to the tightness. Seokjin was crying at the stretch, those pearlescent tears triggered something carnal and animalistic in Taehyung. It made trying to go slow harder, especially as his Jinnie’s core seemed to be sucking him in. The wetness and warmth were playing tricks with his already pleasure- addled mind, he was almost at his limit.
When Taehyung was finally completely inside Seokjin, he took a while to start moving his hips. He started with slow strokes and gentle movements, undulating rhythmically with his Jinnie. Kissing and licking him when he seemed in pain. Losing himself completely to pleasure when Seokjin started to egg him on with his hips. Very soon he was close to completion and his knot was about to push into Seokjin.
Suddenly Seokjin seemed more alert. His soft doe eyes looked scared. No amount of kissing and stroking could bring him back into the haze of lust. Even as Taehyung kept trying to soothe him, his knot pushed into Seokjin, locking them together. Taehyung’s fangs dug into Seokjin’s neck as he reached the peak of his pleasure, after which he blacked out.
When he came to in the morning, he was washed and cleaned. Comfortably stuffed into Jinnie’s bed. Everything appeared to be as it was before, but Taehyung’s senses told him something was amiss.
His Jinnie was nowhere to be seen.