Work Text:
When Jeongguk gets called to the council tent and before the entire council at that, the only reason he can think of is that time last week where he skipped his hunting duties in order to goof off with Dokyeom and Jinho by the river; the elders are more strict about everyone’s duties in the pack and as such, slacking off is often met with reprimand.
Rightfully so, in some cases – Jeongguk can admit that. But he is a good hunter, always brings home the fatty meat. He hates getting scolded for something so minor.
Jeongguk is a bit scared of the council, honestly. All these old wolves, with their sharp and knowing eyes, who seem to look right through his flesh and into his soul whenever he stands before them; he might as well come naked in the first place because there is no hiding from them.
He hasn’t been called upon in years now; not without notice and so he thinks it’s understandable that that anxious part of him is pushing to the forefront now, worried.
But there is no ignoring the call of the council and so Jeongguk goes.
"Alpha Jeon." The old Sohee greets him, her milky eyes gleaming in the low light of the council tent. It’s always dark in the tent, and hot, the air heavy with so many scents Jeongguk can’t name a single one. He doesn’t know how they can stand it.
Every wolf in their packs lives on the pack grounds, but council business is conducted on holy ground – on the other side of then river. That’s the way it has been since their ancestors settled down here. In order to get to the council, one has to wade through the icy stream.
Jeongguk came as he was summoned: sweaty and dirty from then morning’s work. He only took the time to splash some water on his face and sweep his hair back, thrumming with nerves after a adolescence had sought him out and delivered the message that he was to join the council immediately.
Now he berates himself for not asking what it is about.
Back, in the presence, Jeongguk bows low on the ground. "You called for me." He says-not questions, all kind of excuses already lined up on the tip of his tnogue. He will need none of them.
"We did. Have you heard why?"
Jeongguk, shakes his head. This doesn’t sound like they are going to tell him off. Rather like something happened. He may not be a warrior, but Jeongguk is ready to defend the pack on a moment’s notice. Before he can get too into his head, healer Taehee leans forward.
"Our head omega has entered his heat. And the ceremony has chosen you to aid him through it." She says, her kind eyes twinkling with the knowledge of what this announcement might do to Jeongguk - the whole pack knows, most likely.
It's not like Jeongguk has ever been able to be subtle about it. The last heat - Namjoon's first as head omega - had been a huge deal in the pack, but it hadn't been Jeongguk who'd been chosen then.
As a result, he'd skipped everything surrounding it entirely, unable to watch as another alpha did what he'd been dreaming about doing ever since he was able to form a knot. Possibly even before then.
Obviously, the pack had noticed his absence and those who hadn’t been aware of his feelings until then definitely knew now. It’s not done: to miss the first heat of the pack omega. Not without very good reason.
And now… now it’s him?
"I-..." Jeongguk knows he must be so red, all the blood rushing to his cheeks at the idea, but the council is kind enough to ignore it. "Are you certain?" He asks, just to be sure. All around him, the old wolves chuckle.
"The spirits do not make mistakes. Neither does then ceremony." They point out. "Go and wash up and then we will take you to him."
In a daze, Jeongguk stumbles out of the tent and into the nearby river. The water is as cold as it was on his first pass through, but now he skips the shallows and submerges himself head to toe. He doesn’t even really notice the cold because his insides burn with idea of what lies ahead.
Still, he carefully goes through the motions of scrubbing himself clean; makes sure to be thorough with it and keeps his mind occupied with the task at hand. Usually, he would use soap, but not when there is an omega waiting for him – one in heat at that.
When he is scrubbed clean, Sohee awaits him by the shore already, with a fur to drape over his body and nothing else.
Right. Jeongguk had forgotten about this part. It's not that he is shy about his body, usually- he’s more than used to being naked around others, but this is different. Being paraded around the pack grounds with just a fur hanging from his shoulders while everyone stares at his dick with the sole intention of judging it for its breeding value and talking about the job he did with it afterward is... well.
Daunting would be the right word.
Actually, now that he thinks about it, it’s that second part that dawns on him now and makes his insides shrivel up in nervousness.
Jeongguk kind of wishes he hadn't skipped the last heat now and instead had taken some pointers... after all, everyone had talked about nothing but how well Yoongi had fucked their omega for days. It was considered good luck, having a well spend first heat. And so the pack had been pleased that things had gone well.
Not well enough though, a small voice reminds Jeongguk. Because Namjoon had just entered another heat, unpupped, and not asked for Yoongi again.
It makes him feel better, if just momentarily.
Jeongguk holds on to that thought as Sohee marches him through the pack grounds, towards the main house. Everyone is out and about, basking in the impossible to ignore smell of fertile head omega hanging heavy in the air.
It already has Jeongguk half hard by the time they reach the door, a couple of betas guarding the premise but not moving a muscle when Sohee reaches to open the doors. Because Jeongguk is supposed to be here; is wanted here. not just as a spectator, but as the alpha of the day. Hopefully the alpha of all the days, but that’s getting ahead of himself.
The ceremony only determines who the first alpha will be, after all. Theoretically, it is well within the omega’s right to chose another partner after that first breeding is done with.
Jeongguk sighs. Why does it feels so complicated?
"Good luck." The old omega chuckles, almost like she read his thoughts, before deftly pushing Jeongguk inside and slamming the doors closed behind him, effectively announcing his arrival to the whole room.
Heads snap up and take Jeongguk in where he stands, naked and unsure, hands twisting and nose twitching. Even with all the windows thrown open, the smell is so much more intense inside.
Their main house is just one giant room, with little nooks and partitions strewn around that are usually used for different duties within the pack, but where now the couples or throuples (or more, honestly – there is no limit to these things) are already going at it, whimpers and moans ringing in the air.
This first part of the heat is not free for all. It’s for the wolves their head omega is close with: advisors, friends, those who hold positions of importance in the pack. And Jeongguk.
The rest of the pack will join in later, when the doors are opened, coming and going as they please and their duties allow. But for now, it’s a selected crowd.
Jeongguk has eyes for absolutely none of them. His eyes are fixed straight ahead, onto the big nest sitting just slightly above the ground, furs and cloth arranged into a beautiful structure that does absolutely nothing to hide the bodies inside of it. Like a siren call, Jeongguk feels himself yanked forward from a tug under the navel, knows his scent must be swelling as well, can feel his cock bobbing along with every step as he zeroes in on the sole reason he came.
Namjoon is spread out in the nest, head thrown back and exposing his long glistening throat, showing off his gorgeous body painted in deep blues and reds - the signage of their pack.
Already, some of the colour has become smudged, diluted by sweat and other fluids he can’t think about right now without risking a stroke. The trail of fingerprints all over his body has something burning in Jeongguk, but Namjoon is not looking at him; is possibly not even aware of his presence, because he is too busy being pleasured.
Namjoon is sandwiched in between Taehyung and Hoseok, who both have one of his legs slung over an arm, spreading him open and making room for their fingers: stroking and curling, smearing slick from Namjoon's clit over his slit all the way down to his furled hole, teasingly dipping in whenever and wherever they feel like it.
Jeongguk isn't close enough to hear what they are whispering into his ears, but from the wicked tilt of Taehyung's lips and the heated look from Hoseok, he can only imagine how filthy it must be. Namjoon's moans increase when Seokjin appears next to his head, gloriously naked just like the rest of them and glides his crooked fingers over the glands on Namjoon’s neck.
"Looks like your alpha is here Namjoon-ah." He says, loud enough for the room to hear this time. Namjoon doesn't react, just moans deeper and Jeongguk watches in rapture as Taehyung sinks his long, long fingers into Namjoon's cunt, easy as anything.
There is so much slick that they disappear all the way inside and Namjoon squirms, hips moving in search of more but not finding it.
"Namjoon-ie. Don't be rude. At least say hello." Taehyung’s voice sounds wrecked and breathless as he continues to move his fingers, almost as desperate as Jeongguk feels.
That stirs something in Namjoon, and he tries to move his head. Sluggishly, his eyes flutter open but he only manages to lift his head when Seokjin helps, cradling him lovingly while he offers support.
"Look here Namjoon-ah, our Jeongguk-ie is here. He'll make you feel better soon, mh? Give you a nice knot." Namjoon moans again, bleary eyes finding Jeongguk's own. He looks so out of it that for just a moment, Jeongguk worries he doesn’t recognize him.
But then Namjoon smiles. "Ah. Kookie." Still hazy and heat-dazed, but Jeongguk feels something in him settle. His omega called to him, so he offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile of his own.
Namjoon whimpers but that might just be because Hoseok takes that moment to adjust his hold, bending his legs further out. Taehyung slips his fingers out and Jeongguk is treated to the unobstructed view of Namjoon's pussy clenching around nothing, the puffy flesh contracting rhythmically and pushing out milky fluid with every movement; a mixture of slick and cum, because apparently they've been going at it for a while already.
"Alpha." Hoseok coos in amusement, trailing nimble fingers over Namjoon's legs - from his knee up to his inner thigh, smearing slick trails over the subtle flesh and smudging another line of paint.
"Are you just going to stare?" The smile he shoots Jeongguk is sharp, a little mean in the corners. Teasing him, maybe. Of course, everyone must know what this means to him.
And so he wants to protest, wants to say: ‘Of course not!’ and dive into the nest and into Namjoon to sate his unbearable hunger.
But at the same time, he feels like he can't move a single muscle without blowing his load all over the floor and making a right fool of himself. Gods, how could anyone survive this?
Was Yoongi still alive - had anyone checked? Jeongguk wasn't so sure. He really should have taken the chance to talk about it with the older while he still could- but now it’s too late and Jeongguk doesn’t know what to do, so he remains frozen at the foot of the nest, watching and listening as the trio in the nest takes Namjoon apart, with his own cock straining in front of him.
The heat pheromones clog his brain entirely, make everything fuzzy and soft around the edges, expect for Namjoon's prone figure and the way he tips back again, surrendering his body to those around him completely unrestrained. It’s a sight to behold, beauty in it’s most brazen form: the glowing skin and drops of perspiration, the shifting muscles and erotic sounds.
Jeongguk is not sure how they aren't all in heat at this point, but he can smell the way they are all filthy wet, can hear it with every movement when they adjust positions and their legs rub together; can tell how they are getting more desperate: Taehyung rubbing his cocklet up against Namjoon's hip and Hoseok smearing wet over his thigh on the other side as he tries to get some friction on his own cunt.
At some point Jin's one hand disappears between his own legs, their moans joining together like the nastiest song of the world. And maybe Jeongguk would have been content standing and watching forever, if it wasn't for the new scent of aroused alpha breaking the spell.
Jimin appears seemingly out of nowhere, although Jeongguk is aware that his own senses aren't the sharpest right now, so his assessment can't really be trusted.
"Hey Kook. I heard about the ceremony." Jimin says lightly, like they are talking about the weather, but his own eyes are fixed on the nest. "Congratulations."
"Yeah. Thanks." Jeongguk doesn't know how he sounds like that, raspy and completely ruined when he hasn't even touched anyone yet. Hasn’t been touched.
"So... are you getting in on that or..?" Jimin is nice, a good guy. Jeongguk likes him and they get along well when they go out hunting together. They even share meals a couple of times a moon, sit by the fire together and laugh.
Jeongguk would go as far as saying that they are friends.
But right now, Jimin is not his friend. He is another unmated alpha, who is close enough to Namjoon to be let into the house by the looks of things and so Jeongguk feels like snarling in his face. Maybe he does, baring his teeth just to show they way his canines have been growing.
"Obviously." He snaps. His canines are longer than Jimin’s, he is sure.
Jimin doesn’t bother with replying to the challenge, his eyes still on the nest. "Right. It's just.. they are looking a little desperate there huh? Maybe we should- "
And Jeongguk knows, rationally, that Jimin probably wasn't referring to Namjoon. The ceremony is holy after all, and no alpha aside from the chosen one would dare to touch their head omega right now.
And he knows too, that Jimin has had his eyes on Taehyung or Hoseok (possibly both) for a while now and probably wants to get his hands on them, not Namjoon, but his alpha doesn't understand it. Not when they are both so close to the nest and Namjoon smells like sex and the sweetest temptation.
So he growls. Loudly, the sound rumbling from his chest like thunder. Silence falls around the main house, everyone stopping in their tracks to see what's happening.
Even Jimin tears his eyes away from the omegas writhing in the furs and looks at Jeongguk wide-eyed.
He seems to realise his mistake a moment later and does the only right thing: ducks his head and tilts it to show Jeongguk his throat.
It’s a first step, but not enough. Not anymore.
Without breaking eye contact, Jeongguk stalks up the steps to the nest. "Omega." he rumbles "May I enter?"
Hitching breaths and tiny whimpers are the only answer, until he finally looks away from Jimin and catches Namjoon's eyes.
The omega is flushed head to toe, lips bitten red and so swollen they look twice their usual size.
"Join me." He rasps, lifting a trembling hand.
It doesn't reach Jeongguk where he stands of course, but when Namjoon notices the distance, he lets it fall between his legs instead. His fingers slip between his folds and start rubbing, messy and uncoordinated.
Alpha howling proudly in his chest, Jeongguk throws a triumphant look back over his shoulder to where Jimin is still standing, bemusement written on his face. But Jeongguk can't pay him any more mind - not when he can finally sink into the saturated furs that smell so much like omega in heat that it makes him lose his mind a little; if there's anything left to lose in the first place.
Four pairs of eyes watch him in various states of clear-headedness as Jeongguk ditches the fur still dangling from his shoulders and crawls forward on his hands and knees, a true wolf prowling closer to his prey.
The other omegas watch but allow it, while Namjoon just works his clit all the harder, panting as he does. And while Jeongguk is allowed closer, they also don't make room for him, don't make any move to back off and let him handle it, so the only way to approach is by sliding in between Namjoon's spread legs until his nose bumps against the hand working furiously, little droplets of slick flicking out whenever Namjoon fastens the pace.
It's then, with Jeongguk tucked in so close to Namjoon's pussy that he can breathe him in in his entirety - all the layers upon layers of scent, the arousal and heat and satisfaction, that his inner wolf finally relaxes.
There is no other alpha scent here, this close. Just omegas, who were good and kind and did what they could to help Namjoon but now; now it’s his turn and Jeongguk is going to take great care of his omega.
He goes with what his instincts tell him, which in this case means diving in face first, sealing his puckered lips over Namjoon's entrance and literally knocking the omega's fingers away with his nose to rub it against the swollen looking bundle of nerves.
Namjoon jerks under him, hips bucking up and writhing to get closer, but Jeongguk doesn't pay it much mind. Doesn't notice the hands next to his head that continue to keep Namjoon spread open; doesn't notice whatever his happening from the hips up and there /is/ something happening from the way Namjoon mewls and moves; doesn't even pay attention to the quick fingers sneaking under his chin to play with Namjoon's ass because all he can focus on is the delicious tang of Namjoon on his tongue and the heavenly sounds he keeps making.
And when the omega cums -hard, nearly shaking apart from the force of the orgasm - Jeongguk isn't even sure if he had anything to do with it; but it doesn't matter.
Because while yes, breeding is part of any good heat, a pack omega's heat is about pack bonding first and foremost. About all of them working together. And if the way the bodies are moving all around the room are any indication, that's exactly what's happening.
"Ah, yah. Sl- slow down Kook." Fingers tangle in his hair, prying his mouth away and Jeongguk whines because... he wasn't done yet. He could continue feasting on Namjoon's cunt for days and not ever be done but surely.. this is too soon to stop?
"Aish.. I'm not saying stop but.. give me a break." Namjoon guides his head up up up, until he is level with the very nice chest Jeongguk might or might not have been dreaming about for years now.
"Hi." The omega grins, face a lovely rose colour, skin sweaty and gleaming under the light. Taehyung is curled into his left shoulder, watching Jeongguk from under low lids and Seokjin is stroking Namjoon's damp hair back from his face.
"Hey." He greets bashfully. "how are you feeling?"
Namjoon laughs lowly. "Ah, this alpha.. now you are asking that? After eating me out?" There's no heat to his words and so Jeongguk takes the liberty of pushing closer, skin sliding on skin, until they are face-to-face.
"Yeah" he mumbles. "Didn't know you were going into heat or I would have come prepared."
In his mind he flips through the pelts he’s brought home in the last couple of weeks that he’d strung out to dry and how some of them would make for lovely gifts.
"Ah, it's okay. Glad you are here now." Namjoon says, full lips quirking up into a smile before it drops just as fast. Up close, Jeongguk can see the way his eyes cloud over, the heat roaring to life and demanding more, always more so it's the last coherent thing the omega says for a while.
Jeongguk doesn’t mind, just promises to take good care of Namjoon, so he can let go now.
He says it with his head buried between Namjoon's legs, sucking and licking away until he knows all the spots that make Namjoon scream and pant and lose his mind.
He watches over Namjoon's mound as his tongue starts lolling out and Jin sucks on it like a treat; pays special attention to how Hoseok flicks his fingers just so before they are starting to grow tired and he lets Jeongguk take over instead.
Is intrigued to see the way Namjoon and Taehyung rub against each other like they have done it hundreds of times before but there's something a little extra special to it now, all inhibitions gone and Taehyung with his /knowing/ eyes staring straight at Jeongguk as he makes Namjoon squirm.
Eventually though, they all move away.
Seokjin goes to fetch them water and some light snacks on shaky, slick covered legs and Hoseok rolls over and out of the nest with cramping limbs a little while later, after making sure Namjoon is hydrated and eats at least a little.
Taehyung stays longest of all, but even he does leave them when Namjoon gets too demanding and greedy and there is nothing another omega can do for him anymore. The time for play is over now - Namjoon needs a knot.
And no one in their right mind would want to share a nest with a knotted alpha and omega.
"Kook." Namjoon is red in the face, exhausted and tired, with frustrated tears clinging to his lashes. His voice is shot, cracking thrice just from calling Jeongguk’s name. It makes him melt a little.
"Yeah?" Tenderly, Jeongguk brushes the sweat from Namjoon's brow and wonders if his feelings are written on his face as clearly as he feels them; they must be because Namjoon softens and smiles sweetly just for him.
"Need your knot now, ‘kay?" His speech is slurred, drunk on the heat but also slightly pained now. The playful part is truly over. Jeongguk will make it all better.
"Kay," he agrees, so so endeared and more in love than should be possible. Namjoon smiles back just as dopily though and Jeongguk allows himself to pretend it’s not just because of the heat.
They rearrange themselves in the furs, crawling out of the biggest mess so they find a comfortable place that’s at least partially dry.
Jeongguk had planned to take care of Namjoon like that, with the omega laying back and taking his well-deserved knot, but of course the head omega has other plans.
“Wanna ride you.” He mumbles, their lips teasing each other, brushing but not quite kissing.
“Ride.. are you sure? You should save your energy.” Jeongguk says, but he can’t hide the spike of excitement in his scent. The idea of the visual alone his enough to have him searing in pleasure.
“Won’t be able to, later.” Namjoon insists and pushes until Jeongguk is half propped up against the border of the nest. His neglected cock, which was been widely ignored thus far, juts out between them and Namjoon eyes it with hunger.
“Will blow you, when this is over. Want it in my mouth.”
Jeongguk blinks heavily at that, trying to sparse what Namjoon means with ‘after’ but all his thoughts are promptly knocked out of his head when Namjoon takes a firm hold of his cock, knee walks until he is hovering above it and the deftly sinks down, all within a single second.
Jeongguk moans so loud he’s sure the walls shake a little with it.
Namjoon is so hot around him, opening up so perfectly and fitting around his dick like a second skin that for one terrible moment, he feels like coming.
Thankfully, Namjoon stays still on top of him, panting through the sensation of sitting on cock so that Jeongguk gets a moment to calm himself.
His hands cradle Namjoon around the hips, fingers petting the sweaty skin.
“Take your time, no need to hurry.” He says, fighting for breath himself. But Namjoon is an omega on a mission and the mission goal is clear: he wants a knot.
So he rises to his knees again, plants his hands on Jeongguk’s chest and leans forward to shift his weight; to make the rise and fall easier for him and picks up a nearly inhuman pace.
All Jeongguk can do is hold on and watch in absolute adoration as Namjoon works up a renewed sweat in his lap.
Objectively, it shouldn’t be so hot. They are both gross with bodily fluids but Jeongguk has never seen anything more breathtaking in his life than Namjoon bouncing on his dick.
He dares to look down, at the place where they are joined, and groans from the bottom of his heart at the sight of Namjoon’s pussy opening up so prettily for him, his slick clinging to Jeongguk’s shaft every time he rises and pushing it out when he comes down.
It’s obscene, wet and so arousing that Jeongguk can feel the way his knot expands in answer. It bumps against Namjoon’s entrance with each stroke and the omega feels it too; doubles his efforts to get it inside and lock them together.
It takes Jeongguk a bit to start working alongside Namjoon, to thrust up to meet him and not let him do the entire work on his own, entranced as he is.
When he finally gets his bearings, he gets his feet under himself and slips one hand up to grope at Namjoon’s chest, the other down to swipe at his clit.
That’s all it takes for Namjoon to shudder and start cursing, voice turning rougher as he clamps down on Jeongguk’ dick at the same time. He basically convulses on top of Jeongguk, who worries because the pressure is so much that it feels like he’s being shoved out of Namjoon’s body – the only thing stopping it is gravity at this point.
When the vice-like grip relaxed and Namjoon falls into Jeongguk, body like putty, his cunt relaxes with him and the throbbing knot slips in without any issue. Namjoon whimpers, a chocked little thing that gets lost in Jeongguk’s moist neck as he swivels his hip to the best of his ability, hindered by the additional weight pressing him down.
It’s enough though. Just a few more seconds in that pulsing tightness and Jeongguk curses, knot expanding until it feels like an impossible fit and then he’s cumming, spilling deeply into Namjoon, who receives it with another small moan.
Their panting is loud in their own ears, a feedback loop as they hover close to each other. Somewhere in the background the pack starts cheering for the first knot of the heat, but Jeongguk doesn’t pay it any attention. Not when Namjoon starts licking at his neck.
It sends little shock waves of pleasure through his entire body, which make him groan. His dick isn’t even soft yet and already the action has his body responding in the most primitive way.
He wants to fuck another knot into Namjoon, even as he knows that it’s most likely a comfort thing for an omega in the throes of heat, but a rather intimate act outside of it.
Wants to stake a claim so that no one else gets any ideas, even if that’s not his right in any way. His scent must give his thoughts away though and Namjoon whines.
“Gug-ah. Why do you smell weird?”
Jeongguk flinches. Tries to tone it down a notch but can’t tell if it’s working right away.
It must, because Namjoon doesn’t say anything else and shortly after, starts purring in content.
Jeongguk wraps his arms tightly around him and like that, they doze off.
It’s a mewl that wakes Jeongguk.
They have shifted over the course of their nap, Namjoon cradled to his chest and no longer on top of him, but they are still close. Jeongguk can feel the way the omega’s hair tickles his nose.
Another sound, more distressed, kicks his brain into gear.
His omega needs something. Of course, he will provide.
Carefully as to not overwhelm Namjoon at such a sensitive time, Jeongguk moves to nose into his neck to scent out what’s wrong. The pack omega allows it, gives his throat freely.
Never has Jeongguk felt more powerful in his life. Not even the rush of hunting a bear can compare.
When Jeongguk can’t discern anything from his scent, he hums into Namjoon’s neck in question. Namjoon just sighs, high off the mating pheromones surrounding them: theirs and those of the pack. It can’t have been long since they closed their eyes.
Namjoon still smells like knot.
“Sorry. I’m not trying to interrupt.” Hoseok leans over the wall of the nest, hand stroking Namjoon’s shoulder – apparently what woke him up. “Just checking if you need anything. Food? Drinks?... another alpha?” He adds the last part with a little frown but Jeongguk freezes anyway.
Something ugly twist in his gut.
Namjoon can turn him away now. The first knot is down, the ceremony fulfilled. He could ask for any other alpha right now.
But the omega just buries his head deeper in Jeongguk’s chest with a small huff that leaves Hoseok smiling brightly.
“Alright, just checking. You know I have to.”
“Go awaaaay.” Namjoon rasps and this time, Hoseok laughs loudly, the way Jeongguk knows him.
“Yeah yeah. I’ll come back in a bit, get you some food. You can’t survive on dick Joon-ie.”
He mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like ‘I could try’ to Jeongguk, but Hoseok doesn’t react; just winks at Jeongguk and slinks back into the general crowd.
“Need anything else?” Jeongguk asks, just to make sure, softly carding his fingers through Namjoon’s hair. It feels surprisingly tender.
“Another knot.” Namjoon jokes, but it falls flat because Jeongguk can see the way the heat rises again at the mere mention.
Now is not the time for talking. But after, when the heat has waned and they are back in their right minds, Jeongguk will confess his feelings instead of carrying them around silently, the way he’s been doing for a decade now.
He feels good about that; the way Namjoon keeps baring his throat makes him brave. He thinks it might mean something.