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“What are you doing here?”
Siwoo’s head snaps up at the low murmur of words, dropping the tiny stone dagger he’d been sharpening onto the ground with a ugly thud. Siwoo quickly picks it up and breathes a sigh of relief after realizing no damage had been done. He didn’t even notice the alpha’s presence until he had spoken, and a slight chill runs down his spine at the thought of a wolf being able to reign in their scent to the point of indectability. The domineering presence in front of him does not acknowledge Siwoo’s presence further than that simple question, hauling a freshly killed buck towards a bloodstained rock ledge across the camp.
The buck the alpha carries is impressive for the dead of winter, and Siwoo wonders if any of the hunting parties in the Jang pack had ever come back with a kill this beautiful. For one wolf this amount of food, if well preserved, could last until the constant snow breaks and spring announces itself.
“Just waiting for you. I see your hunt went well”, Siwoo awkwardly offers as he approaches the alpha, who has already begun to prepare the deer.
“I’m not interested in rekindling our friendship, if that is what you came for”, Jungkook responds harshly, matching the sharpness of his tone to the quick butchering of the still-warm skin under his knife, “and if you are here for any other reason, I don’t even want to hear it.”
“I know. But I wouldn’t have sought you out after all these seasons if it wasn’t important”, Siwoo murmurs as he watches the alpha make easy work of the large buck. Jungkook pauses at that, and looks up through the tangles of his long black hair to glare up at Siwoo. Now under Jungkook’s venomous gaze, Siwoo shifts uncomfortably. Somehow, even though the two were both alpha’s, Siwoo felt like a pup compared to Jungkook.
“Spit it out Siwoo”, Jungkook growls, his bloodied hand tensing around the knife that has paused its journey along the deers’ spine.
“The pack is going to war soon. The Lee wolves have killed three of our night patrols in the span of one season. My father seeks revenge”, Siwoo starts, toying with the small dagger he’d brought along with him as he talks.
“Your father is an idiot. The Lee pack is five times bigger. You will lose that battle and the Jang pack will be no more”, Jungkook states as if that information was fact, and Siwoo ultimately sinks into himself as the small inkling of worry in his mind grows into a bodily anxiousness.
“I know. Most of us know. But my father has decided that the pack will fight in seven nights time, no matter what”, Jungkook laughs at the statement. He had always known Pack Leader Jang to be confident, but aging confidence always turns into arrogance. He bitterly chuckles again as he looks back down to the bloodied corpse at his knees, imagining the slaughter that will occur in just a few days, to wolves he once knew so well. The Jang alphas will be no more, many innocent will be killed, and any remaining betas and omegas will be absorbed into a new pack whether they like it or not.
“There is something else you must know,” Siwoo continues, and his already anxious demeanour turns even more nervous and quiet. Jungkook doesn’t bother to look back up at this, assuming nothing worse could come out of Siwoo’s mouth.
“It’s Nabi. She gave birth four seasons ago”, Siwoo whispers, eyeing the knife in Jungkook’s hand as he braces for the impact of Jungkook’s reaction. The two alpha’s turn to stone as the words heavily soak the atmosphere. A drop of water against the ground would be louder than the hushed breaths of the alphas. Finally, Jungkook closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and goes back to his work at a slower pace than before.
“It’s been countless seasons since I’ve been exiled by your father. I’m not surprised she’s found another,” Jungkook bitterly reasons as he returns to skinning the deer, but Siwoo’s ever-growing stiffness as Jungkook works makes the alpha grow increasingly anxious, until finally it clicks, and Jungkook barrels into Siwoo in a fit of rage.
Siwoo lifts his arms to protect his face as Jungkook reigns down his fists on his once best-friend, “You fucking bastard! First you frame me for the murder of Elder Minwoo when it was all your fucking fault and then you dare to touch my Nabi, to have a pup with her?” Jungkook yells, landing a clean punch onto Siwoo’s right cheekbone before he catches the glint of a knife in the corner of his peripheral. Siwoo notices the change in Jungkook’s demeanour, that dangerous bloodlust, and he quickly rolls the two further into the grass and further away from a regretful decision.
“It was my father’s doing I promise! I did not want to pup her but since we had been arranged for well over a year, the whole pack was growing impatient! I’m sorry Jungkook. I-I didn’t have a choice-” Jungkook growls as he flips on top of Siwoo and grabs onto his neck in an unforgiving grip. Siwoo claws at Jungkook unmoving hands, eyes watering and body shaking as the alpha above him leaks with rage.
“You always had a fucking choice Siwoo,” Jungkook snarls, eyes slowly turning blood red as he holds Siwoo’s neck tight, breathing heavily as he watches his friend struggle for air, “Nabi, my mother, the whole pack thinks I’m a fucking monster. But you made a choice to sit and watch like the pup you are, to let your father do this to me. I’ll never fucking forget that”.
Jungkook lets go of Siwoo’s neck, though unwillingly, and watches as the alpha drinks in air in large, painful gulps. He coughs blood, but Jungkook shows no concern, simply standing up and backing away to hopefully return to the peaceful isolation of his small camp.
“S-she’s dying, N-nabi is dying,” Siwoo gasps through his lips as he struggles to regain his voice. Jungkook stops in his tracks, not daring to move as yet another blow is delivered to his blissfully ignorant paradise of isolation.
“The childbirth… she has not been well… s-since she birthed him,” Siwoo shifts himself onto his hands and knees peering through his roughly cut bangs to watch the muscles tense in Jungkook’s back. Siwoo flinches as Jungkook rushes towards the nearest tree and begins to punch without thought, growling and swearing as his fists cut and splinter themselves on bark.
“The healers think she will die before the war,” Siwoo begins minutes later, only after Jungkook had stopped punching the tree and had collapsed to his knees at the base of it. The red, wet indent left behind by Jungkook’s fury makes Sinwoo flinch in pain. Jungkook gives no answer nor a sign that he is listening, but Siwoo continues, “she told me her last wish was to take our pup and run into the forest, but I can’t do it. My mother, my sister, my friends—I have to fight with them. M-maybe we can win-”
“Why did you come here, Siwoo?” Jungkook utters, looking over his shoulder to analyze the state of his once most trusted friend. He wears a face of regret, of pain, and of destined death. He is still soft-edged, never hardened fully by battle or hunt like Jungkook has. He is exactly as Jungkook remembered him, and the image is both melancholic and pitiful all at once.
“I have a favour to ask of you, and you need to accept it.”
—
Jungkook could never imagine the gravity of the favour he’d accepted only a few nights ago. But even if he did understand, he had to accept. For Nabi.
“His name is Jimin”, Siwoo whispers as he pulls back the pelt that covers the pup’s face to reveal a cherub-like creature. The pup remains asleep, but the tiny hairs of his eyebrows pull together in a grimace as his reddened cheeks meet the crisp cold air of the deep forest. Jungkook watches those miniscule movements closely but indifference still makes up the entirety of his feelings towards this tiny, living thing. It is just as unknown to him as the darkness of a shadowed forest.
“Isn’t he beautiful?” Siwoo says in awe, softly rubbing his finger along the ridge of the baby’s brow. The pup responds to the touch with the melting of his features into a serene, sleepy expression.
“Does Nabi know that a cold-blooded murderer is raising her son for the rest of his life?” Jungkook questions, and Siwoo laughs weakly at the absurdity of Jungkook’s words.
“Of course not. If she knew she wouldn’t have let me take him from her arms. She… she told me she didn’t want to let go, that she wanted to run away with us, but she barely had any strength to lift Jimin into my arms. She fell asleep smiling, thinking I was going to run away. I… I really am horrible”, Jungkook watches as Siwoo sinks into himself, breathing shakily as he comes to a realization of his character.
“You are a bastard”, Jungkook mutters as Siwoo begins to cry. The alpha can offer no such comfort, still possessed by the betrayal of his best friend all those seasons ago.
“I am. I truly am. Every person in my life has been failed by me. I… I deserve to go into this meaningless battle, even if I don’t want to d-die,” Siwoo continues to sob quietly as he gently strokes the top of his pup's head.
“Everybody wants to live,” Jungkook offers monotonously. Siwoo looks over at the alpha, tearful, and at the realization of his current state, he quickly wipes the tears away and collects himself.
“You really don’t feel a thing for me huh?” Siwoo bitterly chuckles and then turns to his pup, “and now I have to leave my little moon with an alpha that only feels anger. How dangerous!”
“I only get angry at those who deserve it,” Jungkook grunts, as if the answer is obvious, and Siwoo’s once worried eyes melt into understanding.
“You know, even though his features haven't come in fully, he really doesn’t look like me at all,” Siwoo murmurs as he lifts himself up from where Jimin sleeps in a weaved basket, “he has the same blue-black hair, same narrowed eyes, same pale skin as her. But I think I prefer it, don’t you?”
Instantly, Nabi manifests in Jungkook’s mind, his first and only love and once fated mate, but as he looks down on Jimin all he can see is that same indifference looking back at him.
“He looks like a baby, that's what I think,” Siwoo laughs at Jungkook’s response and suddenly Jimin begins to babble too. Siwoo brightens as he realizes his pup is awake and bends down to lift him from the basket.
“Oh my little moon has risen! Here, why don’t you hold him? You’ll be doing a lot of that soon anyways,” Siwoo says as he quickly hands Jimin off to Jungkook. The alpha freezes as Siwoo plops the pup in his arms with little hesitancy, and for the first time Jungkook feels something. Fear.
But the pup makes no sudden movements, just gazes curiously up at Jungkook as if he were just another person, with the same indifference Jungkook has for him. Two unknowns finally meeting.
“I have a duty to fight for my pack,” Siwoo says as he watches Jungkook hold his pup stiffly, “at least when the Jang pack is finally ended, my father will die with it.”
Jungkook looks up from Jimin to see Siwoo staring at him with a fiery gaze. The alpha cannot place Siwoo’s intentions exactly, but it’s obvious that whether Pack Leader Jang dies by the sword of a Lee or his own son, he will not live to make another fatal decision again.
“I will die.”
“I know.”
“Will you mourn me?”
“No.”
“Good,” Siwoo smiles, “Nabi and I will live through you then.”
—
“Ahjussi, where is my eomma?” Jungkook freezes at the question, looking up from where he was cutting up dried rabbit from his hunt a few days earlier. Jimin is still lost in his task of counting the pieces of dried meat Jungkook tosses into a nearby basket, a task that has no real use but makes the pup feel useful. At ten cycles, Jimin is no longer content with playing pretend and watching the clouds, feeling a need to involve himself in whatever Jungkook finds himself working on. The alpha doesn’t mind the pup’s persistence for being useful, even if the tasks Jungkook assigns Jimin is predominantly unnecessary, unbeknownst to the pup in question.
“Why do you ask such a thing?” Jungkook asks hesitantly, going back to cutting but slower and less-focused. Jimin sighs at the question.
“Well, when I was playing with the pups from the rogue pack that passed through yesterday, they kept talking about their appa and eomma. I asked them what those words mean and they said each pup has an alpha and omega to take care of them,” Jimin mindlessly takes a bite of rabbit meat as he ponders. Jungkook clicks his teeth, glaring at the pup who keeps sneaking pieces of meat to feed his boredom. Jimin blushes in embarrassment at being caught.
“S-sorry ahjussi. I just wanted to know where the omega who’s supposed to care for me is,” Jimin mutters out, picking at the half-eaten dried meat in his hands as he waits anxiously for an answer.
Jungkook has no idea how to answer the pup’s question. He wonders if Jimin, in all his adventures with passing friendly rogue pups, has ever encountered the concept of death, that wolves can die just as easily as the rabbit Jungkook killed a few days prior.
“Your ‘eomma’ is in a place far away from here,” Jungkook resolves to take a safer route of answering, and Jimin hums at the response, seemingly content despite the vagueness. The pup moves closer to Jungkook until he has fitted himself snugly in Jungkook’s lap. The alpha does not refuse the affection, even if Jimin has grown almost too big to fit himself into the space.
“What did my eomma look like?” Jimin looks up as he asks this question. Jungkook looks down his nose to the pup, those eyes full of genuine curiosity that the alpha cannot deny the answer to. Jungkook looks up to the darkening sky as he tries to recall the centre of his youth, to outline the watercolor face that he hadn’t thought of for many cycles.
“She had a face like a full moon and hair like a night sky. And her eyes were pitch black, like dried plums. They shone like stars when they would catch the light, and turn into crescents when she smiled. And she never really had much colour to her face, only when she was embarrassed would her cheeks turn pink. I loved that about her. Her emotions painted her face in all sorts of beautiful ways,” Jungkook looked down at the pup in his lap, analyzing the transposed face of his fading Nabi. The same darkened eyes framed by glowing skin and black hair, the same plump cheeks and flower-petal lips. A beauty that insisted itself to be passed down, a beauty worthy of a legacy.
“She looked just like you, little moon.”
—
“Where were you?”
Jimin slowly drags his eyes up from where he is undoing the fur boots Jungkook had gifted him for his recent eighteenth birthday. Through dripping black bangs, Jimin meets the gaze of his ahjussi in the corner of the den, blanketed by a thick swarm of shadows that only work to enhance the bright, red-tinged set of eyes staring the pup down.
“Out”, Jimin responds in a bored tone. The alpha growls at that, sitting up from where he was slouched over a cup of fermented alcohol to bring his face into the moonlight peeking from the ceiling of the den.
“Don’t even try that tone with me,” Jungkook sneers, face drawn up in fiery disapproval, “where were you and with who?”
“On top of the waterfall. With S-Seojoon. From the rogue camp across the lake,” Jimin confesses in short stutters, taking little coercion to reveal his whereabouts tonight.
“Oh yeah? And how old is this… Seojoon,” Jungkook pries further. Jimin looks away in shame, bringing a hand to rub at his collarbones is an act of self-soothing.
“T-twenty-five cycles… b-but it’s nothing like that ahjussi!”
“Twenty-five cycles huh? Sounds a bit too old to be hanging out with pups like you,” Jungkook sourly retorts. Jimin grimaces at this, a look of defiance blooming on his young features.
“I need friends ahjussi! Seojoon really is a great friend. He talks about all sorts of places I want to visit, that you won’t let me visit. And besides, age is just a number,” Jimin indignantly responds, soft-knuckled fists balled up in frustration at his ahjussi's unfair attitude. Jimin was right, to an extent, that age was all a number.
Jungkook’s face splits into a hearty laugh at Jimin’s statement, spilling his alcohol onto himself as he throws his head to the sky. But the laughter doesn’t last long as Jungkook drowsily pours himself another cup of alcohol, muttering to himself, “If age was just a number, then we would not be… this”.
Then we would not be this. Jimin repeats the words in his head after he’d finally escaped Jungkook’s drunken questioning to retire for the night. The scent of his ahjussi still penetrates the various furs underneath him, from when he’d worked the pelts for hours to be softer than silk. The fading scent is pure and without the tinge of alcohol that often follows Jungkook around now.
Then we would not be this. The words confused him. At eighteen cycles, the world still refused to open itself to Jimin, even despite his desperation to understand the nuance of half-muttered words and longing stares. Perhaps when he finally presented, the world would blossom for him.
—
“A-ahjussi. Are you awake?”
Jungkook groggily lifts his head from his pillow, the chirps of the morning birds in his ears and a single ray of light in his left eye singles to his hungover brain that another day has started.
“What is it, little moon?” Jungkook mutters as he sits up in his furs, rubbing at his eyes as he attempts to chase away the headache forming behind his skull. The alpha attempts to breathe through his nose, but finds it blocked like it usually is on a crisp, fresh morning.
“I-I wet my nest,” Jimin whispers, a nervous ramble of sorry’s following soon after the pup’s confession. Jungkook holds his hands over his eyes as he processes the information, sighing quietly to himself before he stands up from his nest and grumpily trudges to Jimin’s nest, partitioned on the other side of the den.
How is he still wetting his bed at eighteen cycles? Jungkook thinks to himself, pinching his nose as he attempts to unblock his nose as he bends down to Jimin’s nest to inspect the damage. The heaviness on his tongue as he comes to a kneeling position goes unnoticed to Jungkook, the alpha assuming that the alcohol from the night before was the culprit to the strange sensation.
The furs are wet, Jungkook concludes, but the wetness is unfamiliar to the alpha as he uses his right hand to flip through the layers. It is almost… sticky?
Jungkook's left-hand, still pinching at his nose, finally manages to work the blockage out of his nose. In an instant, Jungkook feels as if he’d been shot with an arrow as his body loses balance and he falls away from the furs. Suddenly, his tongue is on fire with the thickness of the pheromones radiating off the pelts.
“W-what the fuc-,” Jungkook chokes on his words as the scent fills his lungs and his head, already throbbing from his hangover, drowns itself in notes of honey and sweet grass. The alpha groans, nails digging into the dirt underneath him as he squirms on his back. He can feel his skin beginning to heat, his limbs becoming too heavy to lift, his teeth becoming sensitive and coated in a layer of copious drool.
“Ahjussi!” Suddenly, a pair of soft hands falls onto the sides of his face, and Jungkook stares up with teary eyes as Jimin’s face comes into focus. The den fades into the background as Jungkook studies Jimin’s face through the shock overtaking his body. His little moon is flushed, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead and chin, while spit-soaked lips move in concern, shaping unintelligible words.
“W-what’s happening? I-I don’t know what to do,” Jimin begins to cry, almost too easily overtaken by his emotions, and Jungkook regains some sense of clarity as concern for Jimin pushes against the overwhelming pheromones entering Jungkook’s body.
“Come here. Now,” Jungkook commands, opening his arms to the confused pup. Jimin wipes his tears and fits himself into Jungkook’s chest. The alpha encloses the pup in his arms, burying his nose into the pup’s hair and taking a hesitant sniff.
Sugary honey from his eomma's summer foraging. Sweet grass from the upper plains of old Jang territory. Lavender and sea salt from the shores of Jungkook’s youth. The alpha sighs, a calmness falling over him as he presses the pup in his arms closer to him. Jimin silently sinks into the alpha’s chest, quiet sniffs sounding every so often as the pup takes in the familiarity of the body encompassing him.
“You’re presenting, little moon,” Jungkook murmurs into Jimin’s hair after a long period of registering, familiarizing Jimin’s scent. The pup squeaks from inside Jungkook’s hug, and pops his head out from the warmth to stare up at Jungkook in wonder.
“Really!?”
“Yes,” Jungkook answers simply, raking Jimin’s sweat-coated hair from his face as the pup tries to rein in his excitement.
“As what ahjussi? What am I?” Jimin questions, completely oblivious to the signs of omegean heat presenting itself in his reddened cheeks and burning skin. Jungkook gently drags his hand down the slope of Jimin's body, feeling the sloping curve of his body that somehow the alpha had missed. Jungkook secretly makes a vow to never drink again, to never miss another change in the pup before him.
“Omega. You are an omega little moon.”
—
Even though Jungkook had vowed to never drink again that morning, it was becoming increasingly harder to not reach for a cup as the once-pup he’d raised for countless seasons whines incessantly beside the alpha.
“I’m so hot ahjussi! And sticky! And sweaty!” Jimin butts his head into Jungkook’s shoulder, interrupting the alpha’s focus on the pelt in front of him. Jungkook sighs through his mouth, adjusting the tufts of fur in his nostrils so Jimin’s budding pheromones had no effect on, at the very least, his olfactory sense. But that wasn’t to say that his mouth could not sense the growing arousal in the air, that his skin could not feel Jimin’s rising temperature. It still took everything in Jungkook to not run away from the den, to leave this omega in his most vulnerable state. Or maybe, he was a resisting a more baser, instinctual urge to touch—
Jungkook growls to himself as he instantly changes his line of thought, focusing his entire attention to his shaking hands as he half-hazardly attempts to cut the leather in his hands into pseudo-neatness. From beside him, Jimin feigns curiosity in Jungkook’s work, but the alpha knows that Jimin is staring into the side of his face, begging silently for something the younger does not understand. Jungkook does not even want to know what expression the omega has on.
“J-Jungkook,” the alpha doesn’t think as he snaps his head to the omega beside him, a far-away version of himself reacting to the familiar tone of his late-lover calling out for him in the throes of heat. Jimin jumps at the reaction of the alpha, bowing his head in confused submission, revealing his bare neck—a pale canvas framed by blue-black tendrils. Jungkook drops the knife in his hands with a deafening clatter, mouth falling open as the sugared honey of Jimin’s heated scent tickles Jungkook’s memory containing the same alluring eyes, eyes staring into him as he feeds honey to plump lips, of delicate fingers slipping into his mouth, of syrup and slick and sweat.
“Get away from me,” Jungkook yells, jumping away from Jimin in distress. Jimin, still resisting the sink into true heat, watches Jungkook with worry, reaching a hand out to the alpha. A pale hand, delicate, soft, wet.
“I can’t… Nabi I can’t do this,” Jungkook cries out, grabbing onto his hair in a painfully tight grip as he stares at Jimin’s bare shoulder, his wild hair, his shiny eyes. The omega looks utterly confused, almost terrified, at Jungkook’s reaction to him.
“W-who is Nabi,” Jimin tests, and he shrinks into himself as Jungkook roars in response, bolting for his den without any explanation for his actions. Jimin, always knowing Jungkook as sensible and emotionally unbreakable, is shaken by his ahjussi’s response and confused by his words. Somehow still, the world refuses itself to Jimin, even after his presentation.
After a few minutes, Jimin finds himself pulled to Jungkook’s side of the den by a mysterious force. The newfound omega peeks around the partition that blocks Jungkook’s space from the rest of the den, and finds his ahjussi with his head in his knees. The omega watches, fighting against the desperate urge to crawl towards the only source of protection, warmth, and safety Jimin has ever known.
“I can’t do it, Siwoo. Why the fuck did you trust me to do this,” Jungkook snarls to seemingly himself, his thin shirt usually worn across his chest now crumpled up infront of him. The alpha has his eyes closed, breathes coming out at a rigorous pace and body forming its own layer of sweat. Unconsciously, Jimin’s tongue rolls over his lip at the sight of wet skin.
“All I see is Nabi. All I smell is Nabi. H-How am I supposed to do this… Siwoo,” Jungkook falls deeper into his knees, broad shoulders curving over himself, creating a horizon of pure muscle. Jimin’s eyes track the movement, and traces the mountain-like shape of his ahjussi’s body as something foreign pulses inside the newly-presented omega.
“Little moon,” Jimin breaks out of his reverie, eyes locking onto Jungkook’s heavy stare. The alpha liked to keep his hair short nowadays, his whole face revealed for Jimin to memorize, to explore. A drop of sweat travels down the alpha’s temple, running down his neck until it dries into the skin of Jungkook’s defined abs. Jimin gulps, meeting red eyes.
“Alpha,” Perhaps it was a slip of the tongue, or a mispronunciation of ‘ahjussi’, but no matter the excuse, Jimin doesn’t even notice the hushed words that roll off his lips. The statement is purely instinct, a response to the heat in the den, the scent of two wolves becoming their most primal selves.
“Do not call me that,” Jungkook sneers, a look of mock disgust forcing itself onto his face. But somehow, as if Jimin has an epiphany on the world, the omega can sense the fake expression. The alpha’s eyes are anything but disgusted. They beg for something.
“A-Alpha,” Jimin calls out, crawling from out behind the partition to slowly crawl himself towards the centre of his attention. Jungkook groans, bringing a hand to his face as he tries to rein in his instincts, any part of his sanity that is left.
Jimin carefully crawls his way to the alpha, hips swaying almost too naturally, ass high in the air and eyes half-lidded as if about to pass out from the heat between the two. Jungkook watches from between the gap in his fingers, breath coming out in short, fast puffs.
Thankfully, Jimin stops just before Jungkook’s feet, a millimeter of space between their skin. The omega sits back onto his butt, legs splayed beside his body, one hand rubbing incessantly at his collarbone to soothe himself. Jungkook focuses on the familiar action, trying to ignore the sweat decorating the skin the omega touches.
“Remember when you said if age was just a number, then we would not be this. What did you mean by that alpha?” Jimin asks softly, almost sensually, and newfound confidence overtakes the usually timid boy. The omega seems not himself anymore, as if he has been possessed by a force that bows to the sexual tension, that embraces the heat building between them.
“W-What? When did I say that,” Jungkook questions breathlessly, risking a glance up to Jimin’s eyes. He instantly regrets it, becoming imprisoned in a gaze that Jungkook could only describe as lustful.
“You don’t remember? Well, I remember it very well,” Jimin smiles, inching his hand close enough that their skin touches for a fraction of a second. The alpha growls, and the omega pulls back quickly. But by the coy look in Jimin's eyes, Jungkook already knows the situation is too far gone to stop.
“Enough. I made a promise to your parents that I would care for you like you were my own pup,” Jungkook hisses, flinching away from another attempted touch from the omega. Jimin whines, faltering in his confidence to reveal that same timidness Jungkook was familiar with.
“A-Alpha,” Jimin begins, going again to rub at his collarbone as he stares at the ground, “can you make a promise to me?”
“What do you want pup?” Jungkook questions, brow furrowed as he watches Jimin contemplate, eyes flickering between each particle of dirt on the ground to study it trivially. Finally, teary eyes meet his, red cheeks flushed with embarrassment, painting every emotion onto Jimin’s face.
“I want you to help me, please,” Jimin whispers, eyes begging for a help that he doesn’t understand, but needs physically, “It… hurts not to touch you.”
And finally, Jungkook breaks at Jimin's desperate plea. “O-Okay. Come here. A hug can’t hurt,” Jungkook opens his arms, and as Jimin falls into them, his scent filled with heated desire and sweetness, Jungkook lets himself partially feel the pull of attraction he has denied himself.
Jimin buries his face into Jungkook’s neck, placing plush lips against the site of Jungkook’s pulse. The alpha in turn buries his nose into Jimin’s hair, flicking his tongue out to taste the scent on his tongue, to savour the saltiness of sweat.
“This is nice,” Jimin sighs, bringing his body close until he has curled himself into Jungkook’s chest and between the alpha’s legs. Jungkook embraces Jimin, all warmth and safety and familiarity.
The pair stay like that for many minutes, enjoying the mingling of their scents. Deep wood pine and sweet grass, barley and honey—their scents were made for each other. Jimin takes to rubbing his plush lips across Jungkook's scent gland, coaxing fresh waves of scent into the den. The alpha enjoys it, relishes in the domesticity of the moment, no matter how much sexual charge floats ignored between them.
“Can I lay on top of you? Like how I used to do in the wintertime when I was younger?” Jimin asks, and although the position sounded increasingly dangerous to Jungkook, the alpha obliged after only one look into begging, shining eyes.
The omega crawls on Jungkook's body, briefly straddling the alpha as he takes a moment to stretch. Jungkook swallows a rough gulp as Jimin's midriff peeks out from the gap between his rabbit fur sweater and his leather pants. The sight is obscene despite its innocence, and the alpha can only feel himself losing it further and further.
The omega shifts himself up until his ass sits right on top of Jungkook’s growing bulge, and then lays his head into the warm crevice of Jungkook's neck. The alpha stays stone still, trying to ignore the heady scent of the omega on top of him and the burning heat from where their two lower halves meet.
“I-I’m hot,” Jimin complains suddenly, and without anytime for Jungkook to refuse Jimin pulls his sweater off, revealing the development that Jungkook had been too drunk to notice over the past few weeks,
A pair of small tits stares back at Jungkook, along with a pronounced curve of Jimin's waist and hips that never used to be there before. Jimin’s nipples are reddened by his heat, and a fresh sheen of sweat on his navel marks the separation of his breasts. Jungkook feels himself begin to drool, feels another layer of sweat forming under the previous one.
“Are you hot, ahjussi?” Jimin asks, eyes half-lidded as a wave of sexually-charged pheromones leak from the omega. Jungkook shakes his head, but it is obvious they are both hot. Impossibly so.
“Let’s take our pants off. It’s too hot for them,” Jimin says, perfectly within reason. Without much thought, Jimin begins to undo the sinew lacing on each side of his pant legs. The process is a mental battle for Jungkook, who is trying to reign in his desires as much as possible while he watches the omega slowly work at his pants, until suddenly they are off, and Jungkook has a full view of the tiny piece of cotton fabric that is thoroughly soaked. The wetness sticks to Jimin, highlighting the shape of a perfect, plump pussy right under it.
“And you too, ahjussi,” Jimin slurs, hoping off Jungkook’s lap momentarily to drag the alpha's loose pants off before resuming his position on top of Jungkook, where only two thin pieces of cloth separate the hottest places on their bodies.
Jimin is already far too gone, heat-drunk as he fits Jungkook’s impressive size between the lips of his pussy and sits. The omega lets out a long, almost moan-like sigh, pushing down onto Jungkook's cock until his whole pussy has sandwiched its circumference. Jungkook sucks in a stiff breath, hands instinctively reaching out to hold Jimin's waist.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jungkook finally questions in a brief moment of clarity as he realizes the position the two are in.
“I’m getting comfortable a-alpha,” Jimin whines, shifting so his pussy drags slightly along Jungkook’s cock. Unsurprisingly, the two both let out quiet moans. “A-alpha… are you comfortable?”
Jungkook doesn’t answer straight away, eyes glued to the sight of Jimin’s soaked pussy, the slight tinge of red from underneath wet panties. The alpha gulps and nods unconsciously while he continues to stare at the sight below him.
“Alpha,” Jimin says breathlessly as he shifts again, this time his clit flicking with the motion. Jimin instantly loses the battle between his heat and sanity, and before Jungkook can even register what is happening, the omega is sliding back and forth along his dick, soft moans pouring from pink lips.
“Jimin, stop,” Jungkook suggests more than demands, as his hands tighten around Jimin's waist, but they don’t work in the slightest to stop the omega’s movements. Instead, they almost encourage it, balancing the omega perfectly so that the up and down motion of his sloppy pussy on Jungkook’s dick is effortless.
“Oh!” Jimin finally lets out a loud, proud moan. Jungkook groans at the sound, and suddenly it is like all the fight in him drains, if you could even call Jungkook’s weak resistance a fight. The alpha, with a now vigorous need to have the omega skin to skin with him, easily rips off Jimin’s panties to expose his bare pussy. The cotton sticks lewdly to Jimin's lips as Jungkooks peels away the soaked cloth. Jimin moans wantonly at the sensation, lifting his pussy up as it follows Jungkook’s slow peeling.
“Oh fuck. Look at you,” Jungkook says under his breath, admiring the fresh, wet pussy in front of him. Wasting no time at all, Jungkook rips his own underwear off in one swift movement and exposes his hard, throbbing cock to the cool air. Jimin, as if his pussy was a magnet to Jungkook’s penis, slams himself down onto the alpha, sliding forward until Jungkook’s tip catches inside the entrance of his eager pussy.
“Ah! Alpha!” Jimin yelps, holding Jungkook’s tip at his entrance as he embraces the burning heat of Jungkook’s massive cock. Jungkook relishes in the feeling, the heightened senses, the unignorable perversion. It all accumulates into an intense feeling of pleasure.
Jungkook tests Jimin’s pussy, pushing the omega’s body back onto his cock. As expected of an omega in heat, Jimin’s pussy accepts it enthusiastically, and the two fall into each other, forehead to forehead, as Jungkook’s cock slowly sinks into the pussy of the pup he’d raised for nearly eighteen cycles.
The alpha hums in surprise as Jimin presses his lips to his, forcing them into a sloppy, spit-filled make out as Jungkook’s dick invades Jimin’s untouched hole. As they continue to kiss, Jimin lets out pitchy, high moans every so often, pussy tightening and relaxing after each noise until finally, Jungkook's tip meets resistance and his hilt meets skin.
“Jimin, fuck, do you feel good?”
“G-good… so good alpha!” Jimin responds, mouth agape as he sits up and takes Jungkook's cock even deeper into him. The pair breathe shakily, both savouring the newness of this sensation, the wetness, the heat. It is almost too much. Jimin tests a single up and down motion on Jungkook’s cock, slow but purposeful, and the omega moans in pure bliss, and a small smile takes over his innocent, glowing features.
“Oh, fuck Jimin,” Jungkook moans, watching as this beautiful omega starts to bounce prettily on his cock. The omega pushes his chest out, nipples meeting the cold air of the den and perking up at the sensation. The moonlight perfectly lights Jimin’s skin aglow, sweat sparkling like stars, eyes in the shape of half moons as they roll back in deep pleasure.
“A-Alpha! Yes! Yes!” Jimin smiles a pleasure-drunken, toothy grin, face tilted to the ceiling as Jungkook takes a hold of the omega’s hips, not knowing if he was trying to stop Jimin or urge him on. The omega rides as if he had already known how his whole life, moving his developed hips in a way that makes Jungkook’s breath catch.
“Am I prettier than her alpha?” Jimin asks suddenly, a fiery gaze of jealousy taking over his features as he sinks down onto Jungkook's dick. The two moan in unison, eyes meeting in uncontrolled lust as Jungkook wastes no time thrusting quickly into Jimin’s tight, virgin heat. “T-Tell me alpha, oh- oh-!”
“Fuck! Who, omega?” Jungkook furrows his brows in lust-driven concentration, grip painfully tight on Jimin’s waist as he thoroughly takes advantage of Jimin’s wetness. The omega moans as the alpha increases his pace, holding onto the alpha’s knees as Jungkook’s dick pounds into him.
“N-Nabi! Am I prettier than h-her?” Jimin moans out, becoming tighter and tighter the longer Jungkook stimulates his previously untouched insides.
Jungkook doesn't expect such a direct question from the omega, but a name that once had Jungkook freezing finds itself unable to affect the alpha. All Jungkook can see is the beautiful body in front of him, the omega who's eyes are crossed as Jungkook perfectly hits that special spot inside his tight, hot cunt.
“You are the most beautiful omega in the world. And. Your. All. Mine”, Jungkook punctuates each word with his thrusts, and Jimin keens in response, tongue lolling out of his mouth as drool begins to drip uncontrollably from his lips.
“My messy omega. Is my cock that good? Do you love getting fucked by your precious ahjussi?” Jimin moans high, a giddy smile overtaking his features as he nods in rhythm to Jungkook’s rigorous thrusting. The alpha growls at Jimin’s blatant arousal, and his acceptance of such a perverted dynamic.
The alpha flips the pair over, so Jimin is completely drowning in Jungkook’s body. Jimin, desperate for touch, presses his lips into Jungkook’s sweat-soaked chest, pitchy moans escaping into the strained pectorals of Jungkook’s seasoned figure. Years of being a lone rogue had created a physique any pack wolf would be jealous of.
“Fuck. I’m so glad I can finally have your pussy, omega,” Jungkook grabs onto Jimin’s hair, pulling the omega's face out of his chest. Jimin is completely out of it, cheeks flushed in obvious heat as he sings out lewd gurgles of unplaceable pleasure.
“Tell me how much you’ve wanted me,” Jungkook demands, thrusting even faster than before. The sounds of skin meeting skin fill the den. Everytime Jungkook thrusts to the hilt, Jimin’s slick splatters across the pelts, soaked to the point that Jungkook questions if the omega had accidentally wet himself.
“So much! W-wanted you Alpha. So so long, unh- oh! R-right there alpha! F-faster!” Jungkook curses at Jimin’s nearly unintelligible words, and he grabs instinctively onto Jimin’s throat, keeping a stern grip while the omega begins to twist and turn in an overload of pleasure.
“Ah! Ah! Alpha please! G-give me pups!” Jimin screams as Jungkook’s other hand finds his enlarged, reddened clit. The alpha works it with ease, timing his rabbit-like thrusts with the rapid flicking of Jimin's clit on his rough fingers. “P-pups! Oh! Oh! R-right there unhhh—”
Jimin chokes on a long moan, going silent as a rush of pleasure floods his figure. The omega's body bends impossibly, small tits reaching up the sky as slick and pussy-juice squirts from the sides of Jungkook’s dick. The alpha groans at the sight, licking off a splatter of squirt from the corner of his mouth and savoring the under-notes of honey and salt. Without thinking, the alpha takes the omega off his cock and bends down to suction his mouth to the still-squirting pussy. The omega screams again, almost in a painful manner, as Jungkook digs his tongue into the omega’s clit, forcing every last bite of orgasm out of the omega.
“Fuck. You taste like heaven omega,” Jungkook murmurs after pulling himself away from Jimin’s pussy. The omega is silent, twitching as his orgasm continues to run its course through his body. But the alpha wastes no time. Jungkook fits his cock back inside that warm heat, and Jimin moans long and loud at the return of Jungkook’s hot, massive dick inside himself.
“Jimin, fuck, are you ready to take my knot?”
“Yes! Yes! Give me your knot alpha!” Jimin howls from underneath him, teary eyes meeting Jungkook’s hungry gaze, begging and pleading for a good breeding. The alpha cannot deny his omega’s wish, and Jungkook hammers himself into the body underneath him. The pleasure builds, and Jungkook finds his head buried into the omega’s neck, growling and biting without a thought as his dick begins to expand.
“Fuck! Fuck! J-Jimin,” Jungkook stutters, feeling his knot fully begin to form. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying his face into the alpha’s neck as a drawn out moan muffles itself into sweaty skin. Jungkook feels his head go light as the knot takes and Jimin’s pussy begins to clench up as another orgasm takes over the poor omega. Jungkook feels himself black out for a few seconds as his own orgasm runs its course, coming to just in time to see Jimin’s fucked-out face stuck in a expression of pure ecstasy as he finishes his second pussy-orgasm. Jungkook reaches down to pinch Jimin’s clit, and a small stream of lightly-coloured piss shoots out, unknown to Jimin who has now passed out. Jungkook huffs out a tired breath, holding his head against the pelts underneath the pair as he processes what just happened.
He fucked the pup he raised. He cannot believe it. Jungkook looks down as guilt overtakes him, staring at Jimin’s distended lower tummy, containing a fresh knot and a large load of cum. There is no doubt the omega will be pregnant after this heat.
“J-Jimin?” Jungkook asks hesitantly after a few minutes, only letting the words pass his throat when he notices the omega’s eyes flickering underneath his eyelids. The omega barely comes to, but as soon as groggy eyes meet Jungkook’s, the omega smiles softly and wraps tired arms around the alpha. Jungkook freezes as the warmth of not heat, but love, soaks into his skin.
“I love you,” Jimin whispers, lips meeting Jungkook’s cheek in a chaste kiss. The alpha sighs out as the guilt inside him is overtaken by an ever-growing, ever-warming feeling of true love.
“I love you my little moon.”