Violet⁷

The cuddle session is cosy and warm, but missing three members. Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung. Despite the former two, Taehyung remains in the room while Namjoon, Seokjin, Yoongi, and Jungkook cram into the small sofa with you. He sits across from you all, watching on with a serious face.

You enjoy the cuddles from the others, particularly Jungkook’s gentle hands rubbing circles on your back, but you can feel Taehyung’s apprehension beside you. When you look at the alpha, it’s like the spell is broken. Taehyung’s eyes widen. He stands, mumbling something and leaves the room. 

The rejection stings, something the remaining four alphas pick up on immediately from your scent.

“He’s shy.” Namjoon says gently. “Don’t take it to heart.”

You think back to the one time you saw the boys playing with one another in the living room. Taehyung certainly didn’t look shy then, but he always does around you.

“Should I call him back?” Yoongi offers.

You shake your head, leaning back into Namjoon’s strong, sturdy chest. “It’s okay.” You mumble, not wanting them to pressure Taehyung into something he doesn’t want to do. Jungkook rubs small circles on your side, reassuring you. “I know he doesn’t like me anyway.” You add under your breath.

“That’s not true.” Seokjin cuts in, but his tone is gentle. He plops your legs in his lap, massaging them gently. Behind Seokjin, Yoongi perches like a housecat in the tiny sliver of sofa left for him, one arm on the eldest’s shoulder. “We all like you, but we’re not very good at showing it. And anyways, our love languages are all different. Taehyung is a quality time kind of guy. If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t spend even one minute around you.”

“Really?” You ask hopefully. 

Seokjin nods. “Of course. Taehyung and Namjoon share quality time as their main love language. Yoongi, Jungkook, and I are primarily acts of service. Hoseok’s love language is definitely touch. And Jimin is a words of affirmation kind of guy.”

You consider Seokjin’s words carefully. You recall all the nights you’ve spent together in the living room with Taehyung and reading books in the study with Namjoon. All the things—small and big—that Yoongi, Seokjin, and Jungkook have done for you, from big gestures to everyday packed lunches. You think of the polite, respectful distance Hoseok usually keeps from you, but he never misses a chance to put a hand on your back or brush away a stray hair. That, and his possessive, firm hold. You swallow. Lastly, you recall Jimin’s calm, reassuring words that you wouldn’t be abandoned, that you still belong to this pack. To his pack.

“Oh, baby.” Seokjin’s face softens at your expression. Yoongi leans past him, holding your hand between both of his larger ones. Without a word, Yoongi’s eyes tell you he understands your pain, that it’s okay to cry. So you do just that. 

You cry like a dam has been burst. Behind you, Namjoon noses at your bite gently. Beside you, Jungkook cries quietly with you, still holding you. In front of you, Yoongi holds your hands and Seokjin massages your legs. 

Do they really like me?

Really?

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook says, pulling you into a hug despite you still being in Namjoon’s lap. He sandwiches you together, crying against your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been so useless.”

When he pulls back, the alpha is pink in the face and his eyes are bloodshot. “I know I should’ve explained pack manners and punishment to you. But I didn’t because I didn’t want to. Why should we punish you? You’re the one and only omega of our pack. Even if you’re wrong the rules should be different for you anyway. There’s no need to be rough with you, so why should I explain things that will only scare you? It’s stupid.” Jungkook spits.

“There have to be rules and hierarchy in a pack, Jungkook-ah.” Yoongi says, but he looks endeared. So does Seokjin. You crane your head to look at Namjoon, who shakes his head with a smile.

“No. Not for her.” Jungkook retorts, sounding like a child. He rubs his eyes roughly. “It’s all my fault for biting her, why does she need to deal with rules and shit on top of that? We should be grateful she even stayed.”

“Of course we’re grateful.” Namjoon answers, nuzzling into the side of your neck. You blush.

“I…I’m not good at explaining my feelings.” Jungkook continues, still blushing. “So I liked it when the hyungs chose a show-not-tell method to help bring you into the pack. I thought you knew how I felt because you wear my ring every day. I thought you knew I was giving you space to bond with the others. I didn’t realize I was just being a fool the whole time until Namjoon-hyung punished you.”

“Are you rapping?” Seokjin inquires at Jungkook’s lightning fast confession. Yoongi and Namjoon chuckle. You smile.

Jungkook shoves him halfway off the sofa. “Shut up! I’m being serious right now!” He yells, but it sounds more like a whine.

“Alright, alright.” Seokjin says, shoving a few tissues in the younger alpha’s hands. “Blow your nose before you say something actually important.”

Jungkook blows his nose, which turns pink, too. You try to hide your smile but fail. “Anyway!” Jungkook says. “What was I saying?” He asks.

“You were about to tell her that you love her lots and lots forever.” Seokjin teases, making kissy faces.

Jungkook glares at the elder alpha. “Ugh, can you fucking leave already?” 

“Jungkook and Y/N sitting in a tree—” Seokjin starts.

“K-I-S-S—” Yoongi completes in a matching singsong voice.

“Basically, I like you a lot!” Jungkook cuts them off loudly. Both alphas fall quiet instantly. “I want you to be ours. Ours to love and keep forever. That’s how we all feel, even that prickly cactus named Park Jimin and that computer geek named Kim Taehyung. I have to say it now because I need us to be on the same page. You don’t have to answer us or anything. My feelings won’t change anyway.” Jungkook adds, looking away.

Yoongi and Seokjin shower Jungkook in impressed “ohhh”s, making him more embarrassed. “Why are you joining in, Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook complains, hiding himself in your arms. You giggle, letting the alpha bury his face in your chest as you run your hands through his silky black hair.

“It’s fun to live like hyung sometimes.” Yoongi says simply, shrugging. 

“I’m telling you, that’s how you age slower.” Seokjin insists.

You look back at Namjoon, still for a moment, then both of you burst out into giggles.

*:･ﾟ✧☆*:･ﾟ✧

Over the next few days, you get the feeling something has shifted in the house. The alphas themselves look more relaxed than you’ve seen them. Jungkook, in particular, seems to have thrown all his previous caution to the wind. He now follows you around the house, always chatting to you about something or another. Even on days he comes home late from work due to meetings, the first thing he does is stop by your bedroom to wish you good night with his tie loosened to reveal his strong neck and a small, tired smile playing at his lips. You can’t deny it makes your heart race. Dare you say, it feels like your husband coming home to you.

Namjoon is different, too. He’s more comfortable around you, but not as touchy or friendly as Jungkook is. You can see the shadow of worry in his eyes still, knowing he’s still worried about being too rough with you. Still, he makes more effort around you: light touches as he passes you, taking your bag for you when you get home from work.

The rest of the alphas are different, too, but in more subtle ways. Seokjin is more annoying now, but it’s mostly because of him teasing Jungkook as the younger alpha seems to stick beside you so much. Yoongi, while not very touchy, seems to smile more often at you. Jimin still rolls his eyes at you, but there’s less and less irritation behind it. One night, he pulls out your dining chair for you, waiting until you sit down. You’re a little confused, but mumble your thanks with hot cheeks. 

Taehyung is less avoidant, too. One night, you get home from work at the same time as him. The alpha, to your surprise, holds out his arm to you. 

“Hm?” You ask, one hand still on the heels you’re trying to get out of. Taehyung just nudges his arm closer to you. You blush, clueing in. You place your hand on the alpha’s arm, leaning on him to take your heels off. As you lean in, you catch the sweet, strong smell of sandalwood rolling off him. “T-Thanks.” You say once you’re in your house slippers. Taehyung nods, then walks off like nothing happened. I guess that counts as progress for us. You think, smiling at the shy alpha.

The new vibe in the house is a breath of fresh air, but something still nags at you. Hoseok.

Finally, one week after you last saw him, Hoseok comes up from the basement. You don’t hear him despite the basement door being near your bedroom, too engrossed in your work. It’s only when you get up to get a glass of water that you find him in the hallway. 

Your eyes soften at the alpha. Despite being fresh out of the shower, Hoseok looks worn, like he hasn’t had a break for days. You imagine he hasn’t. The alpha’s wet hair hangs in his face, so he brushes it back. You see the smallest hint of stubble on his jawline. A baggy tee and sweats hang off him and he sighs as he finishes patting his skincare in. 

When he sees you, Hoseok smiles nervously. “Oh, hey.” 

“Hey.” You greet him. 

You two stand apart in the kitchen, drinking your glasses of water while turned away from each other. You set your glass down when you’re done. “So, um. How are you?” You ask. 

“Good.” Hoseok shrugs. “Cycle’s over, so.”

You observe the alpha’s tired face for a moment. “Why is your face so red, do you have a fever?” You ask, drawing closer. Hoseok clears his throat, looking away from you. You press up against him, insistent on checking him. You gasp as you press the back of your hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up!”

“I just got out of the shower. And I saw you, so yeah.” Hoseok mumbles, sharp eyes resting on the door instead of you. 

“Are you sure?” You ask, worried. You pull back. “Do we have a thermometer? Let’s check.”

“No need. Alphas tend to run hot for a day or two after a rut anyway.” Hoseok answers quickly. You stop in your tracks, a blush creeping up your neck. Oh. The alpha puts his hands in his pockets, watching you. “More importantly, I needed to talk to you about last week. I’m—”

“You don’t have to apologize.” You cut him off. Your heart aches at the sight of the confident, bright alpha looking so downcast and unsure of himself. “It was only a matter of time until everyone found out, and anyway, you had my safety in mind even in that headspace. It couldn’t have been easy for you.”

“It really wasn’t easy.” He admits, but looks displeased. “Still, I should’ve been there to take responsibility. I knew it was going to be a serious truth-bomb when they found out, especially Namjoon. I heard yelling, but I was too out of it to do anything. I’m sorry.”

You step closer to the alpha again. Hoseok takes a step back. Your face falls. Hoseok clenches his jaw tight as if physically stopping himself from reaching for you. “Sweetheart, you need to stay away from me for a bit. I-I still smell like rut and I’m not so certain of my self-control yet. I could hurt you.”

You glare at him. “No, you won’t.” You answer, closing the distance and hugging him tightly. Hoseok stands still for a long moment, muscles stiff beneath you. Then, he wraps his arms around you. His body loosens, but his grip is still strong and possessive around you. 

“You have no idea how much I missed you this week, do you?” Hoseok asks, nosing at your bite. You immediately crane your neck to give him better access. The alpha growls low, licking at the bite and rubbing his nose into your skin to get as much of your scent on him as possible.

“I missed you, too.” You answer, sighing in satisfaction.

Hoseok grabs your hips, lifting you onto the counter effortlessly. “Really?” He asks, eyes gleaming with desire as he pins you between the cabinet and him. You wriggle in place, but with his strong arms on either side of your hips, there’s nowhere to go. 

“Really.” You repeat, running your hands through his hair. Hoseok sighs, leaning into you. You begin to scent him. At the same time, you scratch at the base of his undercut. The alpha shudders, hands finding your hips and squeezing tight. “I was so worried you were struggling all alone. I wanted to go to you, but Jimin told me not to.”

Hoseok sighs against your clothed chest. “He was right. I’m too rough in rut, we all are. And this bite doesn’t make it any easier. Just because you can’t get pregnant right now doesn’t affect my wolf even a bit, it still wants to breed you.” You shudder at the thought. Sexy, but forbidden. Hoseok bites his bottom lip hard. “We shouldn’t even be doing this right now. I can’t guarantee I’ll be gentle if we go any further.”

A rustle in the doorway catches both of your attention. You gasp. Hoseok growls, baring his teeth.

Namjoon leans against the doorframe, a teasing smile on his face. He raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Easy there, Hobi, you’ll scare me.” He teases Hoseok, who immediately blushes in embarrassment and lowers his head. The head alpha’s calm, easy manner of reminding Hoseok who’s in charge goes right to your already-sticky core. 

Both of you watch as Namjoon calmly gets himself a glass of water, never looking away from you two as he drinks. You swallow. He sets the glass down. “How do I always find you two like this?” He asks in a low voice, looking right at you. You lower your eyes. “Hoseok, get off her. You know better than to corner Omega fresh out of rut.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Hoseok answers, releasing your hips.

“What is all this noise for?” Yoongi asks, walking into the kitchen. He stops in his tracks as he notices you and Hoseok, then Namjoon’s tense expression. His mouth forms a small ‘O’. A teasing smile forms on his face. “What, did you two get told off for having fun without Pack Alpha?” He asks, his voice low and raspy.

“It’s not like that.” Hoseok answers, squirming.

Yoongi chuckles. He claps Namjoon’s shoulder. “Let them have their fun, you know Hoseok’s been dying to be near her all week.”

“No.” Namjoon answers firmly. “If I let them continue, Hoseok is absolutely going to pop a fucking knot. And Y/N is in no condition for that.”

You cross your legs, trying to hide the wetness seeping through your PJ pants. Namjoon arches an eyebrow. “Be a good girl and come here.” He orders in his firm alpha voice. You pout, getting off the counter. The head alpha sighs, patting your hair. You relax at his touch. “If you need relief, ask Yoongi to take care of you. Hoseok is off limits for a few days still. Isn’t that right?” He adds sharply, looking at Hoseok.

“But…I want Hobi right now.” You mumble. “I couldn’t help him his whole cycle. And you told me his love language is touch, so I'm trying to be nice.” You say, giving Namjoon your best puppy eyes.

Namjoon wavers. His touch slows down. Sensing he’s about to double down, you add: “If you’re worried about Hobi being too rough, you could just, um, supervise?” You offer.

The room goes pin-drop silent at your suggestion. Namjoon looks like he might bare his teeth at the suggestion. Beside him, Yoongi is now grinning ear to ear. “Please?” You ask, leaning in. 

Namjoon swallows hard.  “But I…I could cause the same problem.” He admits quietly. 

You open your mouth, ready to reassure the head alpha that he never has nor will hurt you. But Yoongi beats you to it. “You can watch Hoseok and I’ll watch you. That works, doesn’t it?”

“Don’t invite yourself.” Namjoon hisses. You continue giving him the puppy eyes until he sighs. “Okay, fine.”

That’s how the four of you end up in Hoseok’s bedroom. Yoongi chuckles as he closes the door behind you. Click. Locked.

Namjoon takes a seat in the corner, clearing his throat. Yoongi chuckles at his nerves, patting him on the shoulder as he sits beside him.

“Remember Hoseok, no knotting.” Yoongi calls in a singsong voice as the alpha pulls you into his arms. You and Hoseok blush in unison.

“Fuck, I got it already. Now be quiet.” Hoseok snaps. The two alphas laugh quietly, almost giddy. In one quick motion, Hoseok lifts you onto the bed, laying you down. You sigh as the sweet smell of citrus fills your nose. That, and you can see Namjoon and Yoongi if you tilt your head back far enough, the two close enough that if you stretch your arm back, you could reach them. 

Hoseok pins you down with your hands above your head. You groan as the alpha immediately kisses you, a slow, passionate kiss. You love the pressure of Hoseok’s muscular body between your legs, holding you down effortlessly. You can feel his muscles tense and relax as he grinds his already half-hard knot against you.

“Gonna eat you up, sweetheart.” Hoseok promises. He makes quick work of removing your PJ pants and panties. The three of them groan as the sheer amount of slick coating your panties and the insides of your thighs. “Fuck, been thinking about this for a week.” He says, cradling each of your thighs in each arm. In his place, Yoongi pins your hands down for you. 

When Hoseok says he’s rough, he means it. He eats you like a man starved, not caring as you shudder and buck in his hold. He holds you down with ease, muscles in his forearms flexing as you squirm. The feeling of being controlled only adds to the pleasure. You reach up, fingertips brushing Yoongi’s shirt. “Good girl, almost there.” He praises, leaning over you to whisper. You whine. 

“Can’t take it!” You cry.

“You don’t have to.” Hoseok informs you promptly. “Come as many times as you want, sweetheart.”

The first orgasm is fast and dirty. You shudder, feeling slick dribble out of you. Hoseok laps it up with ease, then immediately begins working you up to your next one. You moan loudly, the overstimulation too much.

The second orgasm hits harder, but doesn’t last as long. Tears pool in your eyes as you beg and pant for Hoseok. “It’s okay, I’m here. My sweetheart, my perfect girl. I knew you’d be perfect. Our perfect omega.” He praises, peppering kisses along the insides of your thighs. 

As the pleasure builds again, you try to fight Hoseok’s strong hold on your hips. It’s useless, but the alphas groan as they get a view of your back arching off the sheets. Namjoon settles a hand on your neck, rubbing your bite soothingly. You cry out. “Almost there, sweetheart. Be good for alphas, okay?”

Namjoon’s low, raspy voice is the only indication he’s even affected by this, otherwise so calm it’s unsettling. His self-control sends you over the edge. “That’s it.” Namjoon praises as you hit your high. You shudder as he rubs his free hand on your belly, helping you ride it out as Hoseok continues to lick and suck gently. You wriggle in Yoongi’s iron-tight hold.

Then, it’s gone. 

“Alright, that’s enough of you.” Yoongi says, coming around to the other side. He unceremoniously shoves Hoseok off you. Hoseok growls, but Yoongi is entirely unbothered. He points at him, then at the en suite bathroom. “Shower. Now.”

You whine as Hoseok leaves the bed, but Yoongi doesn’t let you feel his absence for long. He shushes you, much gentler with you than the other alpha. “Good girl, alphas are here. We’re here.”

You shudder as the alpha rearranges you easily, putting you over his lap. You can feel a hard knot in the alpha’s pants, but Yoongi is seemingly unbothered by it as he runs his hands over your ass. 

“Sweet girl. You came so much, but you’re still so empty, hmm?” Yoongi asks, teasing your entrance. You all but drool onto the silk sheets. The alpha easily slips one finger in, working it in and out with no resistance. His other hand finds your clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles.

“S-So empty.” You complain. Yoongi chuckles, sliding a second finger in.

“How’s that?” He asks.

“Better.” You pout. They both know what would be best: a knot. Unluckily for you, it’s the one thing you’re forbidden.

“So cute and pliant.” Yoongi praises, kissing your back. You groan, burying your blushing face in the sheets. “No wonder Jungkook bit you. I would, too.” He adds casually, as if talking about the weather.

The alpha runs his teeth over your upper back, near your shoulder. Then, Yoongi bites down hard. The pain and pleasure send you over the edge. It’s only when you come down from your high that you realize Yoongi hasn’t bitten anywhere near your scent glands, and that all you’ve obtained is an aching mark that won’t be there tomorrow.

“Ugh, jerk!” You complain. Yoongi laughs shamelessly.

“What, one bite’s not enough?” He asks, slipping in a third finger. You groan, fists clenching at the silk sheets for dear life. “Answer me. Does Omega want everyone’s bite? Want us to show you off?”

You cry into the sheets, tears blurring your vision. “D-Don’t tease!”

You turn your head to the side, meeting Namjoon’s eyes. The head alpha watches with his jaw clenched tight. You whine at the sight of his hand in his pants, jerking himself off. “A-Alpha—” You call out, head feeling light and fuzzy. Both alphas groan, realizing you’ve gone into your headspace.

Yoongi picks up the pace. He rubs your clit harder, beginning to pump his fingers in and out faster. You cry out. “Eungh. J-Joonie!”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Namjoon grits, reaching for you with his free hand. He cups your face, stroking your cheek gently.

“Y-Yooni, t-touching me. P-Please, come?” You stutter.

Yoongi and Namjoon both growl possessively at your nicknames. 

“Such a good girl, asking for permission.” Namjoon praises you, leaning in to give you a kiss. You pant into his mouth. “Good Omega. Come for Alpha.”

You moan loudly as you come, slick staining Yoongi’s entire lap. Even more slick leaks out as the alpha withdraws his fingers and rubs your lower back gently. 

Yoongi turns you over onto your back, laying you down gently. To everyone’s surprise (including your own), you grab his slick-soaked hand. You give him puppy eyes. Yoongi and Namjoon exchange matching confused looks. “What is it, sweetheart? Omega needs something?”

Yoongi watches as you hold his wrist gently, guiding it to your face. His expression darkens as he realizes you’re headed for your lips. You hum in satisfaction as you lick his index and middle finger clean of slick, then lick some more just for fun. The size and length of his digits feels so right to you right now, perfect to suck on.

Hoseok groans from the doorway of the bathroom, dressed in only a towel. “I’m gonna pop another fucking knot.” He complains at the sight before him.

Yoongi and Namjoon both laugh. “Me fucking too.” Namjoon says.

“At least both of you fuckers got an orgasm. Fuck, I’m gonna come in my pants if she keeps doing that.” Yoongi curses, but doesn’t force you to let go. Instead, he caresses your face with his free hand. You sigh at the sensation. “Feels good, sweetheart?”

You hum, enjoying the taste. You’re too far gone to tell the alphas you’ve never done such a thing before, or that you love this fuzzy feeling in your head almost as much as the orgasms themselves. Finally, you release Yoongi’s fingers with a loud pop that makes all three alphas curse.

“Yooni, Yooni.” You say, rocking your hips into the alpha. Yoongi curses, bangs hanging in his face as he looks down at you. “Wet.”

“I know, sweetheart. But you can’t take a knot now, you’re sick.” Yoongi grits, fighting for his life to not grind back into you. “Remember?”

“Empty!” You complain, spreading your legs further. Yoongi looks away sharply, grimacing at the corner of the room like the sight pains him. 

“When you hit heat, you can have one of us then. Okay?” Yoongi compromises immediately. Namjoon raises an eyebrow, about to remind him of your contract. Ignoring him, Yoongi gives you a long, deep kiss. “Be good, okay? You’ll get a nice knot when your heat comes, okay?”

“Hmph.” You turn onto your side. Seeing Namjoon standing at the edge of the bed, you open your arms. Namjoon laughs, sliding into bed. He pulls you in under the covers. 

“The answer is the same, even if you ask me.” Namjoon says gently, pulling you into his side. Thankfully, you’re easily distracted by his bare chest, peppering kisses along the golden skin. Behind you, Hoseok and Yoongi bicker over who gets to cuddle you. Hoseok finally wins, and slides in behind you. Yoongi cuddles into Hoseok, reaching over him to put a hand on your hip.

You sigh at the mix of pine and petrichor, cinnamon, citrus, and lavender. It’s an odd combination, but a divine one right now. You bury your face in Namjoon’s neck, licking along his scent glands.

“Sweetheart, no.” Namjoon says firmly, pulling back. Still in your headspace, tears well up in your eyes immediately at his rejection. Namjoon folds. “Not right now. I’ll let you bite later, okay? Later.”

“Both of you tell me off for breaking rules and then break them yourself.” Hoseok complains bitterly. “Knots in heat and extra bites aren’t allowed in our contract, you know.”