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The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall stained-glass windows of the church, casting colorful patterns across the polished wooden pews. Jungkook stood stiffly beside his mother, tugging at the collar of his crisp white dress shirt that suddenly felt too tight around his neck. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of nerves and the faint, lingering scent of incense that always made his omega instincts twitch. Today was the day. His mom was getting married to Mr. Kim, a tall, serious-looking alpha who ran a successful trading company and came from one of those old conservative families that still believed in pack traditions and Sunday church without fail.
Jungkook had met Mr. Kim a few times before, but never like this—never as family. And he’d definitely never met the man’s sons.
The ceremony itself was a blur of vows, tears from his mom, and polite applause. Jungkook smiled when he was supposed to, hugged his new stepfather awkwardly, and tried not to let his scent spike with anxiety. Omegas were supposed to be soft and adaptable, right? That’s what everyone always said. But right now, all he wanted was to crawl back into his old room and hide under the blankets.
Then came the reception at the sprawling Kim family home on the outskirts of the city—a massive traditional house with wide lawns, high ceilings, and enough rooms to get lost in. The air was thick with the mingled scents of multiple alphas, rich food, and expensive cologne. Jungkook hovered near the edge of the living room, nursing a glass of iced tea, when Mr. Kim’s deep voice boomed across the space.
“Boys! Come meet your new brother.”
Three tall figures turned from where they’d been talking near the fireplace. Jungkook’s breath caught.
The eldest, Seokjin, stepped forward first. He was stunning—broad shoulders filling out his tailored suit jacket, sharp jawline, and full lips curved into a warm, disarming smile. His alpha scent hit Jungkook like a wave: warm vanilla and spiced cinnamon, comforting yet undeniably commanding. “Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin said, voice smooth and polite as he offered a hand. “It’s great to finally meet you properly. I’m Jin-hyung. If you need anything while you settle in, just say the word.”
Next was Namjoon, even taller, with dimples that appeared when he smiled gently and glasses that gave him a thoughtful, almost scholarly look. His scent was deeper—sandalwood and fresh rain, steady and grounding. “Nice to meet you, Jungkook. I’ve heard you’re into art and music. We have a pretty big library here if you want to check it out sometime.” His handshake was firm but careful, like he was aware of exactly how much pressure an omega could handle.
Hoseok came last, bright-eyed and radiating energy even in his calm demeanor. His smile was sunshine itself, tousled dark hair falling just so over his forehead. Peppermint and citrus cut through the air around him, fresh and invigorating. “Hobi-hyung,” he introduced himself with a little bow of his head. “Don’t let these two bore you to death. We’ll make sure you feel right at home, okay? Little brother.”
They were all so handsome it was unfair. So polite. So perfectly respectful as they chatted with him about school, his hobbies, how the move would be. In front of their parents and the guests, they kept a respectful distance, never crowding him, never letting their alpha pheromones press too hard. Jungkook found himself relaxing despite the butterflies. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe having older brothers—strong, protective alphas—would feel nice for once.
Dinner was served in the grand dining room. The long oak table gleamed under the chandelier light, loaded with grilled meats, fresh banchan, and steaming rice. Jungkook sat between his mom and Seokjin, with Namjoon and Hoseok across from him. Conversation flowed easily—Mr. Kim talking about family values, his mom laughing softly at something Jin said about his terrible cooking attempts.
At one point, Seokjin leaned over to pass Jungkook the kimchi. Their arms brushed, and Jin’s scent enveloped him fully for the first time—rich, warm, intentional. “Here, eat plenty. You’re too skinny, Jungkookie,” Jin murmured, voice low enough that only he could hear, but still perfectly brotherly.
Then Hoseok, reaching for a side dish, let his hand rest briefly on Jungkook’s shoulder as he laughed at a joke. That citrus-peppermint scent mixed in, bright and playful, making Jungkook’s stomach flutter. Namjoon’s gaze lingered a second longer from across the table, his sandalwood note weaving through the others like a steady anchor.
The combined alpha scents wrapped around Jungkook like a heavy blanket. His omega instincts reacted before he could stop it—knees pressing together under the table, a faint warmth blooming low in his belly. He shifted in his seat, cheeks heating as he took another bite of food, hoping no one noticed. It was just dinner. Just family scenting, normal for a new pack. But god, it made his head feel fuzzy and his pulse race.
“You okay, son?” his mom asked softly, patting his hand.
“Yeah, Mom. Just… happy,” he lied with a small smile.
The evening wound down with more polite goodnights. The parents retired early, exhausted from the big day, leaving the house quiet except for the distant hum of the air conditioning. Jungkook’s new room was on the second floor—spacious, with a big window overlooking the garden and a bed that smelled faintly of fresh linen. He changed into soft sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, trying to ignore the lingering traces of cinnamon, sandalwood, and citrus clinging to his skin from all the casual touches during dinner.
He couldn’t sleep. The new scents in the house, the new everything, kept his mind spinning. After an hour of tossing, he slipped out of bed and padded quietly down the hallway toward the kitchen for some water. That’s when he heard them.
Low voices drifted from the half-open door of what must be the eldest’s room—Seokjin’s. Jungkook froze just out of sight, back pressed to the wall.
“…smells so fucking good,” Hoseok was saying, voice hushed but thick with something darker than the polite tone from earlier. “Did you catch it at dinner? When we all got close? Sweet little omega scent, like honey and vanilla cream. My mouth was watering the whole time.”
A low chuckle from Namjoon. “Careful, Hobi. He’s our brother now. But yeah… delicious. I wanted to bury my face in his neck right there at the table. He went all soft when Jin-hyung leaned in. Did you see his eyes?”
Seokjin’s voice was the deepest, laced with satisfaction. “He’s going to be trouble. That shy little flush? Bet he’s already producing slick just from a bit of shared scenting. Our pretty new omega brother. We’re going to have to be good hyungs and help him adjust… slowly.”
Jungkook’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, heart slamming against his ribs. His face burned. He should leave. He should run back to his room. But his feet stayed planted, thighs clenching as a traitorous warmth pooled between his legs. Their words were crude, hungry, nothing like the respectful alphas from dinner. The contrast made his head spin.
“Gonna be hard keeping hands off with parents around,” Hoseok muttered. “But fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how he’d sound whimpering.”
“Patience,” Seokjin said firmly, though there was a smile in his voice. “He’s family now. We take care of what’s ours.”
Jungkook backed away silently, bare feet silent on the cool floor. He slipped back into his room, closed the door, and leaned against it, breathing hard. His body felt hot all over, sensitive in a way that embarrassed him. He crawled under the covers, pulling them up to his chin, but the overheard words replayed in his mind on loop.
Delicious. Pretty omega. Ours.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the dampness starting to gather in his sweatpants. This was his new family. They were supposed to be protective, respectful. But that conversation… it lingered like their scents on his skin, heavy and promising.
Outside, the big house settled into silence, but Jungkook knew sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight. Not with three alphas like that under the same roof. Not when his body was already betraying him after one single day.