#alpha!bts

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The public gathering hall is busy today. A banquet. Most of the pack is present. Chattering quiets down as Jungkook storms past them. Your family follows him not far behind.

The door to his father’s throne room falls open loudly. The music and conversations instantly grow silent. Nervous murmurs go through the hall.

“Have you gone insane?!” Jungkook roars, filling the entire room with his presence.

“Jungkook. Son. You aren’t supposed to be back yet. Have you taken care of what I asked you to take care of?” his father greets him, voice contorted from wine. He seems jolly, having conversed with a few of his trusted people. As if he was celebrating a long awaited victory. 

Within seconds after Jungkook’s arrival, his father is on the ground as Jungkook lands a punishing fist on his face. His father flies a good five meters before he bounces on the ground.

The room vibrates in screams of horror and shock. Then silence follows. His father is too flabbergasted to react.

“You sent ___ on the Path? Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Jungkook has never screamed as he screams right now.

His father gains his composure, crawling back to his throne with the help of a few pack members. He is embarrassed, but tries to mask it with anger. His face is still bleeding.

“It was about time that she went. She is your mate now.”

“She is supposed to be one of our nurturers! The Path is for future warriors! She doesn’t need to pass the fucking maturity ritual! She isn’t a fighter!”

“It doesn’t matter! We will see if she is meant to be a fighter or not.”

“It’s going to kill her!”

His father stays silent which angers Jungkook even more. He screams with his fangs bared.

“I love her! Isn’t this enough? To know that your son loves her?”

“You aren’t in love, son.” 

“Don’t tell me what I feel! You have no idea what I feel. Or what love is! You give no shits about me. I’m your son but I’m a stranger to you and now you are going to take away the only happiness I have! Why do you hate me so much?” 

“You do not talk to me like this”, his father tries to start his usual shit again, but Jungkook isn’t having it tonight.

“Shut the fuck up!” he roars, silencing the entire room with it. Even his father, who for the first time in Jungkook’s life actually listens. He listens. Like someone who is under the influence of his Alpha’s voice. Jungkook isn’t aware of what he did yet. Blinded by anger, hurt and worry he cannot see the change in the pack dynamics. And how everyone seems to hold their breath as they watch their supposed Alpha lose his voice under the influence of Jungkook. The wish for Jungkook to step up has been present in many, but to watch it truly happening so naturally is mind blowing.

“You are going to step down once I come back!” Jungkook yells at his father, pointing his finger at him, “you aren’t fit to be our Alpha anymore!” 

His father panics. 

“You do not know me! I am fit enough to rule!”

“You sent one of our nurtures to the maturity rituals! You sent her to certain death! She’s supposed to be under your protection! You’re her Alpha. Your job is to keep our nurturers safe!” Jungkook’s voice almost ruptures at this point. He never screamed as loud before.

His father is quiet.

“You went too far! I’m done playing nice and I’m done listening to your bullshit! You are unfit to lead the pack! You’ve been unfit for many years!”

His father tries to intervene, but Jungkook gives him no chance.

“You are going to give up the leadership once I’m back. Doesn’t matter how much you protest, I will make sure that you do. And if I find out that you hurt my pack in retaliation, I will kill you”, Jungkook spits with deathly seriousness and turns to leave.

His father shakes out of his shocked trance, clutching the throne in panic. The effects of Jungkook’s voice are still shaking him. He cannot take the reality of the situation, now lashing out in his last attempt to keep control.

“You do not get to walk away from this conversation, Jungkook!”

“You’re not my Alpha anymore”, Jungkook says without looking back and slams the door closed behind him. 

“You should have died in your mother’s stead!”

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Two days. That’s how big your lead is. Two fucking days.

A path up a mountain may sound like something easy to do, but it is not. The paths of maturity are cruel. Leading up a mountain with no rest stops or offers for help, it really tests the will to survive of whoever walks them. It is steep at parts, steep enough that climbing knowledge was necessary. There are parts where one must cross a wild river on nothing but slippery stones. But the worst part comes two days into the trial. A sky bridge reaching between two mountains. Every second plank of the bridge was missing on purpose and the distance between each plank was wide enough that many fell to their deaths this way. 

And if the climb itself isn’t bearing danger, it is the environment around it. The mountain is crawling with monsters and werewolf hunters. Going there without fighting experience means certain death. And you have been out there for two days.

Jungkook tries not to let the tears blur his visions as he runs along the path. He left his human form behind the moment he stepped out of the community hall, running his paws sore to catch up with you as quickly as possible. 

The scents are overwhelming to him, but none of them is yours. He stops once he caught up with half a day. He left town an hour ago. He can barely breathe, even in wolf form he tastes blood, and yet he still manages to let out a howl. Loud and filled with pain, it echoes through the valley. The effects of it ripple through town even all the way down the foot of the mountain.

Jungkook receives pained howls in answer. They are distant, but not yours. Deeper into the forest. He needs to go deeper. 

He runs in with monsters, switching between his wolf and human form smoothly as he rips through them. He feels nothing as he does. Just fear. Fear that he is already too late. If he runs in with enemies here, does this mean that they won against you? There are no signs of a fight anywhere. He can’t decide if this worries him more or if it comforts him. No traces of a fight but also no traces of your blood. Maybe they weren’t here when you came through. Jungkook climbs the first wall within minutes, stopping to howl once atop. The howls of his pack are little whispers in the wind by now, but no sound of you. 

Jungkook curses, switching into his human form to scream your name on top of his lungs. 

It’s been three hours since he left town and it is getting dark. He fears that you might not survive another night out here. 

“Please mama!” Jungkook screams at the sky, face hot in tears, “please give me a sign that she’s alive! Please mama, please!” 

The sky rumbles in thunder. 

Drip.

Drip.

Drip, drip.

Drip, drip, drip.

Rain starts pouring down on him. Lightning strikes the very crown of the mountain just as Jungkook screams into the sky as his chest bursts in relief.

“You’re here right now, aren’t you? You’re looking out for her aren’t you, mama?” 

The sky pours its heart out as Jungkook cries with it, body stretched as far as possible to reach what can never be reached.

“Help me, please! I can’t find her.” He hits his own chest, “I love her so much, mama. Please help me, mama. Please, I need you.”

The sky roars, sending blinding lightning east into the forest of him. Jungkook screams in emotion, feeling painfully overwhelmed by the situation. His mother is guiding him. At least this is what it feels like. His mama is with him. Jungkook could wail but he knows that this wasn’t the time. He has to go where the lightning hit the ground. The stench of burning wood guides him. He manoeuvres the dark forest skilfully, trying to call for you with howls which you don’t answer.

He can see the fire. One of the trees. The lightning split it in half. The rain actively kills the fire, preventing it from spreading.

Jungkook looks around panickedly, jumping and running around the area. You should be here. His mother guided him here. You should be here.

But you aren’t.

He was a fool. He trusted the ways of the environment to be something more. He trusted nature to be his mother. But his mother is dead. She has been dead for years. He was a fool for thinking that she was helping him.

Just as he was a fool for hoping that you were still alive. The mountain took you and now he is truly alone. You will never get a proper burial which means that you will never find your way into the hall of your ancestors. Even in death he won’t see you again. He is truly alone.

Jungkook howls louder than the roaring thunder, pouring his entire pain into it. 

He is too far gone from the pack to hear their answers. Or for them to hear his lonely song. 

He is truly alone. Just as you were when  you died, scared, hungry and hurt. 

The mountain shakes in heartbreak as Jungkook sings his song of grief. The sky cries harder for him, showing him its pity with lightning. 

The mountain is bright for a good second, showing him everything.

He saw something.

Not far from where he stands. Jungkook runs to it, changing into his human form mid run which ends in him falling to his hands and knees those last few inches. He cuts his palms and bruises his knees, but doesn’t feel it.

He found your body. A huge branch covers your legs. It must have broken in the storm.

“___! No, ___! Please be alive!” He throws the branch off you and picks you up to flip you.

Your body flops lifelessly, your eyes are closed and your mouth agape.

“Please don’t do this to me. Please I can’t find your corpse. Please”, he begs you, wiping the dirt from your face to search for any signs of life. His hands are shaking.

“Please baby, please wake up. Please”, he begs, pulling your chest against his ear. His ears are ringing so loudly that he can’t hear your pulse.

He forces himself to calm down by taking deep breaths. Nothing. Just ringing. Jungkook breathes in. Breathes out. In. out. 

“Please, be alive please.”

In. Out. In. Out.

“Please, I can’t lose you.”

In. Out. In.

Tudun. Tudun. Tudun.

Your pulse. He can finally hear it. It’s there. Your pulse is there.

Jungkook sobs and laughs at the same time, hugging you against him.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” He doesn’t know who he is thanking but he knows that he never meant it more. 

“She’s alive! Mama, she’s alive! I found her! Thank you, mama! Thank you!”

And he also knows that he needs to act fast. He can’t stay here. The storm is picking up. If he stays here, a fallen tree will take both of you out. 

Jungkook knows this path and he has enough clarity left to know where it will be safe to hide from the storm. He carries you to safety, talking to you and hoping that it will soak into your subconscious.

“You’re safe. I’m here now. Everything’s over.”

There is a small cave not far from the path.  It is sheltered from the rain and his equipment from his last climb is still there. Jungkook lies you down on the thin mattress and tugs you in. 

“You’re safe now. I’m here. Please hold on. I’m here now, okay? I’m here.” 

He forces his tears down. Not now. 

“Please fight for me, please.”

He leans down and kisses your cold forehead, caressing the side of your head at the same time.

“Fuck, you’re freezing. Don’t worry, I’m going to warm you.” 

He works quickly to get a fire set up and started. He works carefully to get you and him out of your wet clothes, checking for wounds as he undresses you. Except for a few scratches and broken nails, you seem okay. The branch didn’t damage you. Jungkook swears that he wants to cry again, but doesn’t because he can’t get emotional right now. 

Not when you are still so cold. Hypothermia is lethal to a lot of mammals and werewolves are no exceptions. As a matter of fact, it might be even more lethal for them than for other species because werewolves have a naturally higher body temperature and having it drop rapidly is dangerous. And Jungkook has no idea how long you have been freezing already. What if he already comes too late?

He puts another blanket on top of you and makes sure that it covers all of you. You lie closer to the fire. He climbs under the covers with you, pulling you against his bared body. Your skin hurts as it melts with his’ because of how frozen you are.

“You’re so cold, holy fuck. Please don’t let it be too late, please”, he buries his face in the crook of your neck while he presses his body closer in hopes of transferring his heat to you. Your scent is barely present, a reminder that you were barely alive. “I can’t lose you like this. I didn’t even get to grow old with you. I wanna grow old with you, ___. Please let’s grow old together, please.”

It has been six hours since he left town. The aches of his insane run finally catch up with him. Everything hurts. He abused his paws enough that even his human palms ache and bleed. The soles of his feet feel on fire. Everything hurts, but nothing compares to the pain in his chest as he considers the possibility of losing you. He doesn’t want to think about it, but it still happens. He thinks of how it would be if you died in his arms. He imagines your funeral. How it would be to carry your dead body back to town. How it would be to hand you over to your family. How it would be to look into his father’s eyes and see the victory upon breaking him. 

And then he thinks of how it was when he buried his mom. How it was to see her dead body. How it was to say goodbye eventhough he didn’t want to say goodbye. 

How it was to sit by her grave each day and wish for her to suddenly appear behind him. How it was to lie awake in bed wishing for the reset button to be a real thing just so he can reset his life back to the moment she left so he could undo it. 

And he imagines how it will be the same when you are gone. And the grief never hurt as much as it does right now. And Jungkook cries. He cries into the crook of your neck because he cannot hold it in anymore. 

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It has been eight hours since Jungkook left town. Jungkook isn’t aware of this yet. Because he has been crying.

He still is. 

Then there is a hand atop his hand, which wasn’t there before. 

Jungkook lifts his head in a flinch. Your eyes are still closed, nothing seemed to have changed and yet everything did.

Your hand is atop his hand. You moved. Jungkook flips his hand to intertwine fingers. You don’t squeeze him back, but your fingers twitch as you hold his hand.

“___ my love, oh ___”, he croaks, feeling overwhelmed in relief. You are moving.

Jungkook cries. He cries as he hugs you closer. And he cries until sleep enslaves him.

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It has been sixteen hours since Jungkook left town. Stress and anxiety wakes him. The rain stopped. Sunshine enters the cave. The scent of wet soil fills the air.

It feels like a dream until reality sets in. This is a nightmare. He fell asleep. He shouldn’t have. Not when your life was on the line.

“No please”, he gasps and props himself up on his elbow.

You are facing him. 

His heart stops.

Your eyes are open. You can barely keep them open, but they are open. Your eyes are open.

“___!” He sits up, pulling you with him by cradling your cheeks. Sudden awe overcomes him afterwards. He barely dares to hold you, caressing your cheeks as if you were made of glass.

“Is this real?” he whispers, eyes racing between yours.

“I don’t know. I hope it is. I can’t do this anymore, Koo.”

“___”, he presses out, resting his forehead against, “oh your voice”, he squeezes his eyes shut, “say something again.”

“Jungkook, I love you.”

He sobs softly. 

“I love you too.”

He hugs you against him, holding you with such urgency that nothing could manage to claw you from him again. 

Reality finally sinks in for you too. This isn’t the last dream you have before you finally die. This is real. He actually exists. He came to save you. 

You sob and melt into him. 

“You’re actually here.”

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

“You came to save me.”

“I did. You’re safe. And alive. You’re fucking alive.”

“Koo please don’t ever leave me for so long again.”

“I promise. My love, oh, my everything.”

You and he hug each other for a long time this morning. All while the sun slowly wakes up and kisses the remnants of rain goodbye. All while the light entering the cave dances on the ground. And all while the last glowing embers of a fire past fall asleep.

You clean up with what little Jungkook has in this cave while he hunts for food. You were so hungry. And he couldn’t watch you starve. So he left after making you promise him that you wouldn’t leave again.

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It has been eighteen hours since he left town when he comes back from his hunt. He enters the cave with a tight chest, imagining the worst. That he just hallucinated you. That you never existed. That you are gone. Or that you were real, but somehow died while he was gone.

He enters the cave feeling anxious, but instantly melts upon laying eyes on you. You are lying curled up on the blanket, looking exhausted but alive. Your ears twitch as they pick up his footsteps, eyes opening a second later.

“You’re back”, you say, getting to your feet. 

Jungkook drops the deer and hurries to you, taking you into his arms like only a lover could. 

“Hey ___, hey”, he says, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. Your scent surrounds him, so alive and strong.

“Hey”, you whisper, eyes closed and heart racing. He hugs you as if he missed you for decades. You need it this morning. 

“You’re actually real, right?”

“Yeah, I’m real.”

He steps back, cradling your face so he can kiss it. It ends up making you giggle and hold his wrists. Your thumbs pick up his racing pulse.

“It tickles”, you giggle.

“Get used to it. I will be glued to you from now on.”

You snicker. Jungkook smiles and straightens up, gazing at you with adoring eyes. 

“I got breakfast. I know it’s not what I normally get you but-”

“It’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

“Should we share it outside? Where the sunlight is warm?”

“Yes.”

And so you and Jungkook share breakfast in your wolf forms, digesting it by cuddling in front of the cave where the sunlight is warmest. Of course still in your wolf forms and it makes you realise just how safe you feel in his presence. Even as wolves, Jungkook is a lot bigger than you. It is an easy thing for him to completely shield you from the world as he keeps you safe and grooms you carefully. You groom him back, hoping that his sore paws find healing through your licks. 

You were never like this with anyone before. Neither was Jungkook. Being wolves together is a very intimate state to share. Not many couples take this step because it is rare to reach this level of intimacy. You had good partners before Jungkook. You all loved them in their own ways and yet you could have never imagined being wolves together with any of them. It feels so goddamn right to do with Jungkook. And you realise that even when your bodies change, your hearts still remain the same. 

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It has been twenty four hours since Jungkook left town when you decide that it is finally time to start your journey home. He finishes the last touches in his shelter to make sure that it was ready for when he needs it next. You are outside, looking up at the mountain.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asks.

“I want to finish the path”, you confess and shift your eyes to him.

“What? No. No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “No, I won’t allow it.” 

“But I want to.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want. I’m not gonna let you go on a suicide mission.”

“I have to.”

“You don’t, ___.”

“Yes I do, Jungkook. I’m done feeling like I’m not right for you.”

Jungkook closes the distance, cupping your face and making you look at him this way. His eyes are widened in urgency.

“I hate when you talk like this. Do you understand? Don’t talk like this. Don’t. You’re right for me.”

“No, I’m not. You’re such a perfect werewolf and I’m…normal. I don’t have the pack piercings or the pack tattoos. I’m just there. I didn’t even finish the rituals.”

“You’re a nurturer. You are not supposed to walk the path. Nobody expects you to do what you aren’t meant to do.”

“But your father.”

“My father has no power anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means that I’m done watching him ruin My pack. I told him to step down once I’m back. He won’t be the True Alpha anymore when we return.”

“Holy fuck, you did?”

“I did and I regret nothing. My father’s not my family anymore. He went too far when he sent you on the path. I’m better off without him.”

“Jungkook, oh my god”, you cup his face, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t. It was about time that I stepped up. He is unfit to be Alpha. I can’t let him hurt my pack any longer.”

“And you think that he will willingly step down?”

“If he has any sense of honour, he will. If not, I will make him.”

“But you could kill-”

“I know. I’m prepared to do whatever I need to do to keep the pack safe.”

“Oh my god, Koo. I’m so sorry, this is so awful”, you croak and pull him down for a hug. You nuzzle your nose against his scent spot to spread your comforting scent instinctively.

Jungkook closes his eyes, melting in relief. This is his home. This right here. 

“I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you. It’s not gonna be easy but I…honestly, I’m scared shitless. He’s still my dad. I don’t wanna fucking kill my own dad.” 

“Of course you don’t and I hope that you won’t have to. You’re right, he isn’t fit to be Alpha anymore, but I also don’t want him to die for it.”

“Me neither. I just want him to step down and somehow become normal again in his retirement. Am I a hopeful idiot for wanting this?”

“No, you’re not. You’re a son who just wants a normal dad.”

“I do. I really do.” He holds you closer. “I mean my mum loved him and he loved me too. In the past, long ago... I just… I want him to see his faults and be normal.”

“You’re not alone in this, Koo. Many people feel like you feel and I’m here for you. You can rant and cry as much as you need, I’m here.”

“I know. I’m so glad that you are.”

He takes a step back, running his hands down your arms until he can intertwine fingers with you. 

“I’m sorry for before”, he says.

“What do you mean?”

“I got a little controlling. I’m sorry that you had to see me this way. The thought of losing you to the path just-” He shakes his head. “I can’t even think about it.”

“God, Koo.”

“Last night was without a doubt the second worst night of my life. The night after I lost my mama comes first, but last night? I thought that I lost you too and I can’t go through this.”

“I hear you. I’m sorry for putting you through all of this. I thought that I had no choice but to go. I thought that I could handle it, but I couldn’t and I’m…”

“Hey, don’t cry”, he soothes you in a soft voice, wiping your tears, “you’re okay. You’re an omega and you said being a nurturer is in your blood. You’re not weak for struggling at something you’re not meant to do.” 

You listen to him with great attention, looking into his eyes because his eyes really comfort you. There is always so much love in them.

“Please stop beating yourself up about it. I really ask you to stop seeing yourself so unworthy, please.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good. Because you’re perfect in my eyes. I wanna grow old with you. I wanna spend decades by your side, ___. I wanna laugh and cry and laugh some more with you. And if you ever feel ready, I wanna have pups with you and be a great father to them. I wanna be a grandfather with you and maybe even a great grandfather. I see my future with you, ___.”

“Oh”, you let out and fall around his neck. 

Jungkook hugs you back tightly, engulfing you in his warm embrace fully. 

“But it’s also totally okay if you don’t want pups of our own. We can be the cool aunt and uncle”, he adds just in case.

You laugh into his chest, pulling him closer. God, you were so stupid for ever going on this journey. His father made it seem as if this was the only way to prove your worth and yet all this time, Jungkook already saw you as perfect. 

You raise your head, cradling his cheeks.

“I’m so in love with you, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Wow, you…I’m in love with you too, Jeon ___.”

You snicker, “I think this has such a nice ring to it.”

“It totally has.”

You and he meet eyes.

“So what now?” you ask.

“Now, I’m taking you back to town. It’s gonna take us a long time. Come on, let’s go.”

“Koo, wait.”

“Yes?”

“Is there really no way for me to finish the path?”

Jungkook says your name in disappointment, sagging his shoulders.

“I’m just asking. Can I seriously not do it? Even with you by my side?”

Jungkook first learned instinct is to explode in anger. That’s what his father always did. But he doesn’t, instead he takes a deep breath to regulate himself.

“Why do you want to finish it?” he asks in a calm voice.

“Because I could be the first nurturer to ever finish it”, you whisper shyly. You lower your eyes, “and I could tell others what the path looks like.”

“So you want to know how it looks?”

You nod your head.

“Alright, look”, he says and turns you gently. He back hugs you with one arm around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder. He uses his other arm to point at the different parts of the mountain.

“Around one hour from here, there will be another steep climb, followed by a very tense forest. Huge crab spiders like to nest in it. Their sting is even fatal to a werewolf.” he kisses your neck gently, speaking in a soft voice, “and then you have to walk half a day along very steep serpentines until they end at a cliff.”

“A cliff?”

“Yes, a cliff. Between two mountains. A bridge connects them.”

“But a bridge doesn’t sound so scary.”

“Except each second blank is missing on purpose and the distances are far enough that even I could fall through it.”

“Why would anyone make this? That’s insane.”

“It is.” He kisses the other side of your neck right on your scent spot. 

You instantly sigh and drop your head against his chest. This right here is what being loved feels like. This is home. 

“I feel like you’re being unfair”, you get out, shivering.

“I’m just trying to take you on a tour of the path. If you manage to cross the bridge, you’ll have to climb one more high wall and then you will have reached the peak. Up there, the oxygen is so thin that you can barely stand. And you have to do all of this again when you climb down. Climb and jump and fight.”

“What’s up there? At the peak?” you crane your neck to look at him. “I always wondered.”

“Rocks and stone and a wooden cross. And the ritual tree you have to get a cone from.”

“Is it really leaking red resin? Like blood?”

“It is.”

“Wow. What else?”

“There’s bodies.”

“What?”

“Yeah, bodies of wolves which died of lack of oxygen or exhaustion or starvation or hypothermia. Because the air is thin and cold, it takes a lot longer for the rot to set in, so most of them are still perfectly intact even after years of being dead.”

“I didn’t know that. Oh my god”, you confess and turn in his arms to seek comfort in his chest, “I heard enough. I want to go home. It’s so scary and sad.”

“Okay”, he whispers and kisses the crown of your head, rubbing your back, “let’s get you home, babygirl. Yes?”

“Yes, please take me home.”

You hold his hand very tightly as you and he begin your descent.

“And you had to see this when you were only eighteen?” you ask him.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Koo, I’m so sorry. How are you handling it?”

“I guess. I never even asked myself this question. It’s sad. Those wolves could have lived a good life if our traditions weren’t so fucked. Maybe they wouldn’t have become warriors but there are so many other fields they could have flourished in. It’s sad.”

“It is. Oh Koo, I’m so sad for them. Can we get them somehow? Help them get proper burials?”

“We can’t. It would take too many people to get them and the risk of losing more people to the path is too high. They’re safer up there.”

“It’s so sad. Now I’m really sad.”

“I know, I’m sorry”, he says and pulls you close until he can drape his arm over your shoulder. “Let’s watch a funny movie when we’re home.”

“Yeah, I’d like that a lot. Koo, do want to be wolves for a while? It was so nice to be free with you.”

“I’d like this a lot. It’s easier as wolves anyway”, Jungkook says and so you and he turn back into wolves to run through the forest side by side. 

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It has been fifty eight hours since Jungkook left the pack. They welcome you and him by the gate as if they waited for your safe return.

You greet each person with a smile and some sort of innocent touch, but you can’t really concentrate. 

“Where’s my family? Where are they?” All you could imagine as you were cold and alone was the Alpha exiling your family or hurting them. You can’t feel at home until you know that they are safe.

“___! My baby, oh my little girl!” Your mother fights her way through the crowd, almost knocking you off your feet from how aggressively she hugs you. 

“Mama”, you press out and instantly breaking into tears.

“Praise the moon, you are safe! My little girl is safe. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too, mama.”

“Princess. My little girl”, your father takes you and your mother into his arms, sobbing in relief. “I’m so glad. I’m so glad.”

“I love you, dad.”

“I love you too.”

Now you are home again, hugging your parents and later your siblings. You are home. Jungkook is nudged between your parents by now, consoling them as much as he bathes in praises.

“You brought our little girl home. More than once you brought her home. How can we ever repay you?”

“Just keep loving her and being good parents to her. It’s all I want. Knowing that whenever she visits you and she leaves her parents home, she does so with a warm feeling in her chest. Just love her right, it’s all I’m asking for.”

“We love her so much. Our little girl.”

“I love her too”, Jungkook says and pulls you into a group hug. Your siblings join as well. Now you are really home.

But Jungkook isn’t allowed to rest yet. Reality settles in not soon after. The memory of how he left town is still brand-new for everyone. They expect him to act, to say something, to keep his promises. He has a duty to fulfil. Talk to his father.

“Should I come with you?”

“No. Stay with your family. I’m gonna be okay.”

You take his hand in front of everyone and kiss his cheek.

“You’re part of my family too.”

He meets your eyes. They are filled with emotion.

“Should I come with you?” you try again, but Jungkook shakes his head.

“Please stay with your family. I have to do this alone.”

“You don’t have to, you know?”

“I know. I want to.”

“Okay, then…good luck and I love you no matter what happens.”

His eyes soften. He cups your face and kisses your forehead in front of everyone to see. He even stubs noses with you, which is a very loving gesture for wolves. 

“I love you too. So goddamn much”, he whispers, voice slightly shaky in emotions, and steps back. He straightens his back and scans his eyes over the pack.

They expect him to act and speak like the leader he wants to be. And so Jungkook steps up. He acts a leader.

“I know what everyone is thinking. Here he is after causing a scene. I know that some of you are probably unhappy with how I handled the situation and I know that some are happy that I did what I did. The truth is however that things are going to change from now on. The pack matters to me, every single one of you matters to me and I refuse to let the greed of one man ruin it.” 

There is a rock not far from where he stands on which he could easily stand and make himself taller than the rest. He could tower over the pack, but he doesn’t. He stays eye to eye with them. 

“You all know how Alphas love to make promises only to break them, so I’m going to keep my own promises short. I promise to have an open ear for each of you. I promise to spend my energy on creating community not division. And goddamn, I promise to end these greedy, pointless fights with other packs. And if the fight comes to us? I’ll be the first on out there to keep you safe, to bloody fight for you. That’s what I promise you. Being heard, community and protection!”

He looks at each and every single part of the pack, giving a feeling that what he says is directed at the person and not the mop. And as he stands, surrounded by the people he will lead from now on, after finishing his speech, the pack is silent. Not in disgust, but in pure awe. It only lasts for a second but it feels like eternity to Jungkook. Is this it? Are they not going to accept him as his Alpha?

Taehyung, one of his best friends and a beta, steps forward and takes Jungkook’s hand by his wrist just to stretch it high into the air.

“To Jungkook!” he yells and howls.

The pack finally breaks from its awed trance, joining Taehyung’s howls loudly. You join as well, watching with tears in your eyes as Jungkook gets the appreciation he deserves. Look at him. Look at him, surrounded by his pack, eye to eye and yet shining so much brighter than the rest. His eyes are widened in disbelief and his lips are parted because he can’t believe that these loud howls are for him. 

But why shouldn’t they be? He sacrificed so much for the pack. He sacrificed his childhood, his adolescence and his innocence. He gave up the knowledge of clean hands just so his father’s enemies wouldn’t rip the pack to shreds. He lost the sweet blissfulness about true pain as he took the punishing blows of his father and his enemies instead of the pack. Over and over again, he cleaned up the messes, kept the people safe and pushed his own happiness aside just to make sure others have it better than he ever did. Hell, he wasn’t even allowed to cry at his own mother’s funeral. And this right now is what he deserves.

He deserves the appreciation, he deserves the howls. He fucking deserves to know that his efforts are appreciated and that he will always be this pack’s true Alpha. That they have his back just as much as he has theirs.

The howls do not die down as he makes his way to his father’s halls, staying by his side during this difficult time.

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He is by your parent’s front door when it is already dark outside. Your little sister opens the door. She is around nine years old and looks at him as if he was the coolest adult she has ever met.

“Hey there”, he greets her.

“Hey”, she murmurs shyly, “___! Jungkook is here!” she yells and runs off giggling.

He chuckles. Children are so funny sometimes. He can see the hallways from where he stands. In the very back, you stick your head out of the kitchen.

“Hey”, you appear in the hallway, making your way to him. “Come in. We’re almost finished.”

“Finished with what?” Jungkook asks, locking the door and taking off his outside clothes.

“Dinner.”

“What?” he breathes out.

You hang his jacket for him and put his shoes next to yours.

“I hope you’re hungry. I told mum what you like and we are making it together.”

Jungkook follows you with his hand in yours, unable to say a single word because he is in shock. He is getting a home cooked meal?

“Everyone, Jungkook is here”, you say into the kitchen, holding his hand oh so tightly.

Your family gives Jungkook welcoming waves as they greet him.

“How did it go with your father? Are you the Alpha now?” your father asks.

“I am.”

“How did he take it? How are you doing, son?”

Jungkook squeezes your hand. You instantly know that this struck a nerve.

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it tonight”, you say.

Your parents understand, nodding their heads.

“Why don’t you show Jungkook your room? Dinner is going to take another fifteen minutes”, your mother says.

“Good idea. Do you want to see my room? The last time you were here, I still played with toys.”

“Yeah, show me”, Jungkook says, following after you as you lead him upstairs.

The paths are familiar to him, these halls have seen him so many times as a child.

Just as he remembers, your room is at the end of the hallway. Your door, once covered in colourful stickers, is slightly ajar. Jungkook tries to take in everything. The sights, the sensations, the scents. Nothing here smells threatening, instead a very deep scent of a safe home soaks the fibres of this house.

Just like he remembers. It was his escapism whenever his father screamed at home. He really would have needed it after his mother died, but father didn’t allow him.

“So here we are. This is my room.”

The last time he was here, your walls were bright pink and your floors were covered in dozens of toys. Your bed was children-sized and the rest of your furniture was castle themed because you were obsessed with playing princess and knight (you were the princess and he had to be the knight). 

Nothing of that child-like wonder remained in this room. The walls are painted a soft yellow, the wooden floors are covered in green rugs and the furniture is made of wood and has a modern yet cozy touch to it. The bed also grew exponentially and on the window sill a series of orchids bloom. Remnants of teenage interests are displayed on a shelf, and the last memory of childhood sits on the bed in the form of a teddy bear. But at the core of it, this is an adult’s room.

“I bet it’s weird to be back here when everything is so different”, you say, studying his features. He is tired and exhausted, you can see it clearly.

“Maybe a little.”

You close the distance to him, drawing his eyes to you with a touch.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“No.”

“Did you have to, you know?”

“No, he’s still alive but…” he shakes his head, “…I should be used to it, but his words still hurt.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry”, you hug him.

Jungkook sinks into your embrace, seeking your scent spot like it was instinct. He closes his eyes, melting close to you. As long as he can smell you, life is manageable.

“I’m here for you.”

“I know.”

“And whatever he called you, it’s not who you are. You are loved so much and you are not a bad person or mean or whatever he said.”

“Thank you”, he chokes out, holding you tighter. Maybe you’re right and his father was wrong. Maybe Jungkook isn’t a selfish son, maybe his mum wouldn’t have been disappointed to see him take the leadership in such ways, maybe he is not a disappointment. Maybe his father was simply his father again.

He exhales shakily, cradling your head.

“You smell so good”, he says against your neck.

“It’s probably because I took a shower. I felt really yucky.”

“No, it’s not that. You smell so good.” Jungkook breaks the hug and stares at you with such intensity that you get nervous. He furrows his brows. “I feel like a robot. I just exist tonight”, he confesses, voice heavy.

“I get it. Too much happened. Do you want to take a shower and then wear something cozy? This always helps me feel better.”

“I don’t want to be rude and use your hot water.”

“Why? This is your home too.”

“Oh.” He closes his eyes. “Maybe I’d like a shower then”, he whispers shakily.

“Of course. Follow me, I’ll show you how to use it. We renovated the bathroom since the last time you were here and we got a new shower. Actually, we also got a new sink and new floors and walls. Basically, everything is new.”

“Yeah? That’s cool. Remember when we had to share a tomato juice bath because we hunted a skunk?”

“And it sprayed us? Oh my god yes, I completely forgot about that. My mum was so mad at us. The house reeked of it for two weeks after.”

“Yeah and then she called my mum because you ran out of tomato juice.”

“Remember what they said at the end?”

“That we should never lose our curiosity. Because bad smells can be washed away, but knowledge will never be taken from us again.”

“Yeah. Ah good times.”

You and he share giggles as you reminisce in the memory. His bad day feels far away when he can be like this with you.

“So. Here is a towel and you can start the water there and with this one you can change the temperature. You can use my shower gel and my shampoo”, you explain.

“Okay. Do you have a bag where I can store my clothes?”

“Huh? Just throw them in the hamper. My dad will wash it with the next load.”

“But.”

“No buts, you’re family. It’s okay.” You peck his cheek. “Just feel at home here. Okay?”

He nods his head, chest threatening to burst in emotion.

“Good. I’ll bring you some clothes”, you say and leave the bathroom. Jungkook stands frozen for a while, hearing you scream outside. “Jungkook is showering so nobody enter the bathroom!” to which faints voices from downstairs answer you with “okay”s.

It was so easy for your family to accept him in your home. The very second he stepped foot into this house, he was already part of it. He left fifteen years ago and once he returned, it was as if he never even left. Yes, rooms might have been renovated and toys might have been stored away, but at the core of it nothing changed. The layout is still the same, the scents as well and most importantly, the feelings. It still feels safe to come here.

Jungkook undresses and throws his clothes into the hamper because it is okay for him to do.

Your father will wash them because he is part of the family.

Jungkook steps into the shower and turns the shower on, and he turns up the temperature as high as possible because it was okay for him to use the hot water. He is part of the family.

Jungkook uses your shower gel and your shampoo, and maybe he uses a little bit too much but he knows that it’s okay to do. Because he is part of the family.

Tears run down his cheeks and he lets them. Water washes them away. He thought that after today, he truly lost his family. That he will never know having a “parent house” again, that he won’t know “coming over because he wants to feel like a son again”, that having somewhere where he will always be pampered was erased for him. But it is not.

Jungkook set foot into your home and became part of it. He has somewhere he can feel like a son in, somewhere where he can simply come over to.

The door opens. It doesn’t startle him because he knows that it is you.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes?”

“Can I come in? I’m not looking.”

“Yeah.”

“’I’m putting your clothes here.”

“Yes, okay.”

“Take your time, okay? I’m in my room if you need something.”

“Okay, my love.”

You leave again, filling the bathroom with a lingering feeling that everything will be alright one day. He might hurt tonight, he might hurt tomorrow and the day after that, a week from now, a month, maybe even two, but it will be alright one day. Because he has a family that cares and that means he can heal from everything.

Jungkook cleans the shower after using it and dries himself with the soft towel you laid out. He puts on the clothes you brought him, they must be some of your fathers. They’re just a little too small for him, but he does not mind. He never had a father figure who did not mind sharing his clothes when he needed a new pair. He would accept any kind of rag because they came from a place of care.

Just as he remembers, Jungkook leaves the door open. He enters your bedroom. You are on your bed, but sit up when you see him.

“Oh you look so cute. The shirt is so small on you”, you say as you roll off bed.

“I think my body is starting to change now that I’m the Alpha”, he says, tugging on the shirt. “Do you think that your family minds that my stomach is kinda out?”

You inspect the small strip of exposed skin. He seems even more muscular than he did before. Maybe his body is really settling into his new role.

“No”, you rub his stomach innocently, grinning up at him, “you’re so cute like this.”

He smiles shyly.

“Sit by the bed, I’m drying your hair.”

Jungkook obeys gladly, closing his eyes when you begin to pat him dry. It is so nice to be groomed by you.

“Did you like the shower?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“That’s good. I really hoped that you would.” You nuzzle his scent spot affectionately, lighting up his heart. Afterwards you kiss the nape of his neck, reminding him that he is loved.

Every second with you is like a dream. Jungkook doesn’t want to wake up.

“And how are your hands? Are they still sore?” you ask, patting him behind his ears.

“No, they healed.”

“Good.” You dry the left side of his hair with the towel. “I was never in my wolf form with someone else before you.”

“Me neither.”

Your dry his right side, “it was really nice.”

“Yeah, it was.”

You dry the top of his head, sending shivers down his spine.

Grooming each other is something very loving to do between wolves. Getting pat dry is very healing to receive. Jungkook wants to burn every single second of this current moment into his memory. It will serve as a reminder that bad things aren’t meant to last forever, even if they make him feel like they will.

“Dinner is ready!” your little sister screams from downstairs, interrupting the gentle moment.

“I guess dinner is done. Are you ready?” you ask and climb off bed.

He nods his head, following you with giddy nervousness in his chest.

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Your family waits by the dining table, welcoming him with hugs and sweet words. And Jungkook takes the affection as much as he stares at the food in shock.

This looks exactly like the special dinner his mother always made when you came over for dinner. All these years and you remembered it?

“Is this…”

“Your mom’s special dinner? Yes. I know how much you loved it and we wanted to make it for you.”

“To thank you for bringing our ___ home and for giving her happiness”, your mother says.

“And as a cheer me up because what you did today wasn’t easy”, your father adds.

“We cut the vegetables.” “Yeah and stirred the pot.” Your siblings say proudly.

Jungkook is speechless. His chest feels so tight, but not in a bad way. He feels grateful and loved and deeply scared of taking the first bite. But he has to. Your mother is filling his plates and talking about hoping that he will love it.

He has to take that first bite. And so he does. He takes that first bite and suddenly he is nine years old again and his mother ruffles his hair, telling him to eat a lot so he can grow up big and strong. All of a sudden, he tells her about his day on the playground with you. All of a sudden, the smell of her perfume and the sound of her voice is so clear to him that it brings tears to his eyes.

“Sorry”, he presses out and hides his face behind his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart. What’s the matter?” your mother gasps and rubs his shoulders exactly how only a mother can do.

“It tastes like hers”, he whimpers his words, shoulders shaking in silent tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t want to cry, but this week’s brought up a lot.”

“Oh you, come here sweet boy”, your mother says and hugs him from behind.

Jungkook seeks the motherly comfort instantly, hugging her arm and letting his head sink into the warmth of her chest.

“I miss her so much.”

“Of course you do. She left too soon. It’s unfair what happened to Aera. No child should lose their mother the way you had to”, your mother comforts him with tight hugs and motherly kisses on his head. Just like she did whenever he came over after being yelled at by his father.

Jungkook doesn’t feel embarrassed to cry in front of your family. He was a boy in this house first before he returned as a man. These walls saw him snotty and sniffly after falling in your front yard. These ears heard him whiney and pouty during a childish innocent quarrel about toys. These eyes saw his cheeks wet in tears when his father was harsh and he fled to your house for refuge.

He was a snotty, teary boy in this house first and it is coming back to him now. All these days spent on this exact chair in this exact kitchen as you enjoyed dinner together. He returned. He was so lost for so many years and he finally returned.

“Thank you for being there for me. I felt so lonely ever since mum died”, he gets out.

“Oh, don’t thank us. That’s what family is for, son”, your father says.

“You will always have a mother in me, my boy”, your mother says and steps back to ruffle his hair.

Jungkook won’t ever be without family. He won’t ever be alone.

“I’m so glad that I do”, he gets out squeakily, wiping his eyes.

“Here is a tissue, Kookoo”, your little sister says and smiles shyly.

“Thanks, this is exactly what I needed.” He accepts it, blowing his nose.

Your little brother, he is only five, rubs his knee comfortingly.

“I would be really, really, sad too if my mama died.” He tugs on Jungkook’s pants until the latter lifts him up on his lap. He wipes the tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry that you lost your mama, but we can share mine. She is the best mama ever.”

“She really is. I’m so grateful to have you all”, he says, taking your hand and letting your brother cuddle into his chest.

“We’re glad too”, you say, eyes filled with love.

Your parents exchange a knowing and giddy look. As if they carried the knowledge of the universe in their hearts.

“How lucky it is.”

“How lucky indeed.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your connection. How lucky it is to find your true mate in your best friend.”

You and Jungkook look at each other in shock, then back at your parents. They seem baffled and confused.

“What do you mean true mate?”

“Don’t tell me that you don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“That you two are true mates.”

“We are?”

“Of course you are.”

“Oh my god”, you gaze at him. He retorts it.

If you and he were alone, it would all be different.

You would be in his arms, getting hugged and kissed, but you aren’t alone and your love still feels so new in front of your parents. And so he leans over and kisses your cheek, giving you a fleeting side hug.

“I’ll hug you better once we’re alone. I feel like we need to be respectful right now”, he says, sending laughter through the room.

 -------

Dinner finishes late. He ate a lot and he ate it gladly. Jungkook is in the hallway leading to the kitchen when you return from the toilet. He is looking at the family pictures on the wall, but shifts his eyes to you when you touch his arm.

He opens it and lets you melt into his side, kissing the crown of your head. The crickets sing outside. The overhead lights are turned off for the sake of some fake candles burning on the dresser. It is time to go home, but he does not want to leave yet.

“We should really retake our bonding picture. I look so tense”, you say, pointing at yourself.

“Mhm-hm yeah.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Just thinking about earlier. Sorry, it’s difficult not to.”

“Don’t apologise.” You hug him. “You can feel sad, you’re with family.”

He stares, eyes racing all over your face in disbelief. It doesn’t get easier to accept that he is. He fears to wake up any moment.

“Should we stay a while longer? We could ask if everyone wants to watch a funny movie. What do you think?” you suggest.

“Yes, please.”

Jungkook lets you take his hands and lets you lead him to the living room where the rest of your family is sharing time. Your parents cuddle on the couch and your siblings play on the floor.

The room smells of so much familial love and comfort.

Jungkook finds it so remarkable. After what your older brother did, your family could have crumbled apart. You could have taken his betrayal and the resulting runaway and let it destroy your bond, but you did the very opposite. You stuck together through it, growing even stronger.

“Should we watch a funny movie tonight?” you ask into the room.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” your siblings are instantly on board, jumping around happily.

“Were you not about to leave?” your father asks.

“We were, but our plans changed. Family night sounds nice. Right, Kook?”

He nods his head, squeezing your hand tighter. He hasn’t had family night since his mother died. He feels so much but your siblings rip him out of it as they both grab his clothes and tug.

“You can pick the movie, Jungkook.”

“You have to pick something cool. With dinosaurs.”

“No Dinosaurs, I want austronauts.”

“They’re called astronauts.”

“You’re annoying.”

“No, you’re annoying more.”

“Okay, okay no fighting you two. How about we pick something together and let Jungkook rest tonight? He did a lot of things today”, you step in.

“Yes, alright. But it has to be cool. Not boring like the movies daddy always watches.”

“You will appreciate a good documentary one day”, your dad says, picking up your little brother to attack his face with kisses. Your brother giggles and squeaks, entirely proud about teasing his father.

He settles on his lap afterwards, finding comfort against his father’s chest. No wonder you turned out so wonderful. Jungkook can feel, smell and see how much love your parents have for you and your siblings.

It is good. He is glad that you have a loving family.

You and Jungkook snuggle up on one end of the couch and your sister insists to rest her head against Jungkook’s arm. Obviously, because he is the coolest adult ever. Even cooler than a dinosaur. He doesn’t mind. It is nice to know that children feel safe in his presence. It is a different kind of calm to be such an adult in a children’s life. He stopped having that when his mother died.

It is far into the movie, both your siblings are asleep by now, that a sense of deep comfort finally settles in Jungkook’s chest, like he woke up from a long nightmare. He shifts his eyes from the movie. Your parents share one end of the couch, their young son spread out on their laps. You are snuggled into a blanket, laughing at the jokes and filling the air around you with a happy scent. Your sister is rolled into a small ball, slumbering on the pillow. This is a family so intimately at peace and Jungkook is part of it.

He has a family. He is part of family night. He might have lost his father tonight, but he did not lose family, maybe he even gained more than he lost. He tightens his arm around you, making you glance at him for a second. You seem worried at first until you see the adoration in his eyes, settling deeper into his embrace as a result.

You pull his hand to your lips, placing kisses on his knuckles. Jungkook kisses the crown of your head and rests his cheek against it afterwards, allowing himself to fully sink into the comfort. It is alright. He does not have to fight to stay afloat anymore.

 -------

You leave your parents’ house when the clock almost shows midnight. Your mother insists that you take the leftovers.

“So Jungkook can have his mother with him a little longer.”

He carries the little basket of glass containers whilst holding your hand and wishing for those warm feelings in his chest to never fade.

“I’m so glad that we’re walking. I ate so many snacks”, you say, rubbing your happily stuffed tummy.

“Right. I’m glad too. The night’s so nice.”

“Yeah. Can I tell you something my mum said to me when you were upstairs putting my siblings to bed?”

“Yeah, tell me.”

“She said that she knows that we probably already noticed some stuff when we did couple things.”

“Couple things? What are couple things?”

“Like the knotting and the scenting and stuff.”

“Oh my god, you told your mum about my knot?”

“I didn’t and we didn’t even talk about it. She insinuated.”

“Urgh, this is embarrassing”, he whines, throwing his head back.

You snicker, “no it’s not. It’s romantic.”

“How is this romantic? Your mom knows I knotted you. That’s so embarrassing.”

“It’s romantic because she said that the stuff happening is because we’re true mates. Kook, our bodies always knew what we didn’t even notice.”

“Oh.”

He stops on the sidewalk and puts the basket on a strangers’ windowsill.

“What are you? Oh.”

He hugs you. Like he wanted to do when he first found out. Like he did when he found you in the forest. Like he will always do for as long as you let him.

He hugs you like you are his everything, as if he wanted to make sure that you can’t slip from his arms, as if it will always be you for him.

And you hug him back the very same way because it will always be him for you.

True mates. It explains so much and makes it so much sweeter. True mates. With such a title, nobody can ever question your relationship.

“I knew it”, he whispers.

“Knew what?” You whisper too.

“That my feelings for you were so much more than just normal love.” He nuzzles his nose against your neck. “When I thought that I lost you, it was like someone cut out my heart and made me watch. It was like I was suffocating. Now I know why and I’m so glad that it’s you.”

“I’m glad too. If it’s anyone, thank god it’s you. I don’t want anyone but you.”

You and he look at each other. He cups your face, closes the distance for a kiss only to stop.

“Don’t stop”, you whisper, fingers hooked behind the nape of his neck.

“If I kissed you right now, I wouldn’t stop.”

“Then don’t stop.”

“We’re almost home. Come, I wanna kiss you and hold you.”

You let him take your hand and then continue the way home. The basket is on his arm again and he seems just a little more determined to get home.

“By the way, my mum told me something else too.”

“What did she say? Please tell me you didn’t tell her about my rut.”

You laugh, “no, doofus. She said that we werewolves can only procreate when we’re in wolf form. Anything we do as humans is for fun and nothing else. So that means we can take our time and figure out what we want in the future without being scared of an accident.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Me neither. Can you make it a rule to give better sex education in schools? Now that you’re the Alpha and everything.”

He laughs, “this is a really good idea. I’ll put it on my list.”

He pulls you close, draping his arm over your shoulder.

“Figuring it out together sounds nice to me. We’ve still got so much time and if you’re ever ready to give me your answer, I’ll still love you afterwards”, he says.

“Even if?”

“Even if. I love you for you not for what you could potentially give me. Besides, I’m not ready either. I wanna have you all to myself for a while.”

You snuggle into him. “I like this.”

“Me too. Especially when it means that we can continue being horny without risks.”

You laugh, “this is indeed a very good point.”

“Is it bad that all I think about is being with you right now?”

“No, I’m thinking the same thing. I miss you like crazy.”

“Me too. I want to hold you as you fall asleep. I miss you so much.”

“If you keep talking like this, I might actually race you home.”

He grins, “fine, if you’re asking for it. Last to get home is a stinky loser”, he says and sets off, laughing.

“I wasn’t serious! Oh my god, wait for me!” you call after him and start running, cackling and squealing.

It is impossible to win against him. He welcomes you with open arms, lifting you off your feet and using the momentum to twirl with you. Your laughter and squeals fill the streets.

Jungkook laughs with you, setting you down afterwards to rub noses. He cradles your hands against his chest, swaying from side to side.

“I love you”, he whispers, gazing at you despite the close proximity.

“I love you too”, you breathe, heart racing like crazy.

“You’re home again, baby.”

“I am and I’m a stinky loser?”

He laughs, “yeah, you are.”

“Wow okay, I thought you would at least say that I’m not.”

“No, this is where the romance ends. You’re a stinky loser.”

“Shut up”, you whine, nudging his chest.

Jungkook snickers mischievously, sweeping you off your feet a second later.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

“Carrying you. If I don’t, I might try to reach for the stars.”

 -------

Jungkook lets you change in the bathroom, while he uses the bedroom. Because it is already late, he decides to get comfortable under the covers. He feels so good, despite everything which happened today, the feeling deep inside his chest is happiness.

He is home and you are safe again. Nothing will ever separate you and him.

“You’re cozy already.”

He looks at you and his eyes soften, “yeah I am. I’m really tired.”

“I wanna join you.”

“Join me.”

You hurry to the bed and get under the covers, closing the distance to him so you can rest in his arms. You are facing each other, sharing intimacy with only a gaze. He cradles your face, caressing it softly.

“If I had to redo my life again in order to find you, I would. I’d walk through the fires of hell for you. If you were Eurydice and I Orpheus, I would carve out my own eyes so I couldn’t accidentally look at you”, he whispers.

“Oh.”

He drops his forehead against yours.

“Thank you”, he lets you taste his sweet words, “thank you for taking me in.”

You look up at his eyes. He loves you so much. It is so obvious.

“I will always take you in, Jungkook.” You cradle his cheek. “For as long as I breathe, you have me.”

He smiles softly. It is honest. You retort it.

“I’m happy despite everything.”

“I’m so glad that you are”, you say and close your eyes, “I’m really sleepy. The past few days have been a lot.”

“I know, they have.” He kisses your forehead. “Sleep. We’re home again.”

“Yeah, home. I’m so glad you’re part of it.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and hugs you against his chest. He will never find the words to tell you just how glad he is to be part of it.

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Empty arms wake him the next day. He shoots up in alarm, screaming your name.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, looking up at him from your side of the bed. The pounding of his head stops, peace returns.

“Oh my god, I thought that I dreamed it”, he gets out, burying you under him in a hug.

“Dreamed what?”

“That I found you. That you’re okay and alive and home.”

“No, I’m really here.”

He squeezes you gently, kissing your neck. You smell so insanely good to him.

“I was so scared for a moment”, he mumbles against your skin. “Why were you so far away?”

“I got ready earlier and then kind of watched you sleep.”

“Ready for what?”

“I, uhm, I wanted to do something, but now I feel stupid.”

“No, don’t. I won’t judge. What did you want to do?”

“I have to show it to you, but please don’t laugh.”

“Alright.” He scoots back, inspecting you. You wrapped yourself in your bathrobe, rolling out of bed. “Show me, my baby.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

He scoots to the edge of the bed, “I promise.”

“I uhm. I got it so I could surprise you once you got home, but then the thing happened and yeah. I guess it’s still our first morning together again so maybe it counts.”

“Okay. Show me, I’m so curious.”

You open the knot of your robe and slip it off your shoulders. It pools by your feet, lying forgotten.

“Woah.”

You are wearing a sheer negligee and matching panties, held in soft pastel pinks and with delicate lace elements. The hems are decorated with the smallest of frills and at the lowest point of your neckline, a soft pink satin rose only as big as a pebble sits. The negligee reaches you around the middle of your thighs and allows your chest to sit freely.

“Wow, this is…” Jungkook feels lost for words, rubbing his hand over his mouth in utter shock. “Damn.”

This is the first time you are showing yourself this way to him. As of now, you only wore normal PJs and your underwear was comfortable and most of the time mismatched. Which he loves and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

It still would be a lie if he said that this right now didn’t affect him. Because it does. He feels in awe, completely enchanted and entirely in love with you.

“This is the first time I’m doing something like this, please say something.”

“I don’t know what to say, I’m in shock. You’re so beautiful.”

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.”

“I can very clearly see that”, he says in a breathy laugh and reaches out to pull you close by your waist. His eyes take you in hungrily, his breathing is just a little sped up.

“What are you thinking?”

“That I’m the luckiest man and that you’re the sexiest woman ever. Holy fuck, your body. Baby. Wow. Wow.”

You straddle his lap, chasing his touch.

“You drive me insane and get me fucking giddy at the same time.” He smiles at you, hands tracing the shapes of your hips. “My heart’s racing like crazy.”

“Mine too.” You scrunch your nose cutely. “I never did that before. It’s like in the movies when the woman surprises the man. I hope I got the vibe right.”

“You got it more than right. I’m in shock at how beautiful and sexy you are.” He looks at your body again, eyes burning in desire. “I can’t take my eyes off you. Please stand up one more time, I want to see you.”

It is easy for you to fulfill his wish.

He laughs in disbelief, running his fingers through his hair in a mindless habit.

“This is insane. This is literally insane. Holy fuck. Babygirl, oh my god.”

His positive and excited reactions are so encouraging, heating up your cheeks.

“Now turn around for me.”

Again, it is easy to fulfill his wish.

“Nope, I’m out. This is too much. Look at you. What the actual fuck”, he says and collapses on the bed dramatically.

You snicker, looking over your shoulder.

Jungkook meets your eyes and drops his head again, squeezing his eyes shut to play dead. He peeks after a few seconds, making you giggle.

He chuckles, straightening back up. He pats his lap.

“Come here.”

You obey his wish gladly, climbing his lap. He tugs you atop his cock, growling softly. His eyes practically fuck you, his lips are curled into a playful smirk and his strong hands cradle your buttocks. No one’s touch feels like his’ does.

“What am I gonna do with you, mhm?”

“Maybe be with me because we, you know, we haven’t been together for so long”, you started off strong but end up whispering the last words. Jungkook still gets you so shy and giddy. It’s just that you like him so much and you can’t believe that he likes you back.

“I can do that with you.” He squeezes your buttocks. “Nothing sounds better to me.”

“Then uhm, you…”, you snuggle your face into his neck, “…you have to tell me what to do. I can’t think right now.”

Jungkook swears that no one makes him feel like you do. He feels so protective over you, and cuteness aggression. So much cuteness aggression. He lets it out by lifting you up just so he can throw you onto the mattress and bury you under him. He attacks your face and neck with kisses, making you laugh and squeal.

“I’m gonna eat you. Get in my mouth, I’m gonna eat you.”

“This tickles. Eek! Please this really tickles!”

“You’re so consumable, and cute and cute. God, you’re so cute.”

“Please Kookie, I’m gonna choke.”

He purrs and kisses your cheek, lifting his head afterwards. As expected, his cock is already hard and you are already soaked. It should be studied how easy it is for you and him to get horny for each other. Neither of you address it right now, gazing at each other. Jungkook traces your features, you stare in awe.

“I wanna go gentle about it. Just take time to really savour the pleasure. Is this alright with you?” he speaks softly, like a purr.

“It’s really alright with me”, you say, nodding your head vigorously.

“This makes me so happy.” His features darken, brows furrowing. “You make me so happy”, he adds in a shaky whisper and drops his forehead on yours, lacing his left hand with you.

“Jungkook…”

“Promise me to never leave again.”

“I promise.”

“Holy fuck”, he whimpers, biting his lip so it wouldn’t tremble, “this feels so good to hear.”

“Koo, are you sure that you want to have sex? If you want to scent instead, we can just do that.”

“I want this. Just…be gentle with me today. I feel soft.”

“Yeah, okay. I like soft you.”

He smiles, kissing your cheek. He doesn’t stop afterwards, instead he kisses your jawline, your ear, down along your neck. He is so turned on, but he wants to go slow. Savour each second because it can be taken away so easily. He will never take you for granted again. He never did, but from now on he won’t even consider it.

A wave of emotion forces him to put his arms behind your back so he can lift you up into a hug.

His face is buried in your chest, his eyes closed.

“Mine.” He sets you down again, kissing your face with his elbows on each side of your head. “Mine in the gentlest of ways.”

“Yours with my body and soul”, you promise, heart beating in your chest.

He writes his promise onto your body with kisses to your collarbones and shoulders, hands guiding his lips and fingers so eager to explore. He leaves no marks, because your connection does not need physical evidence to be real.

True mates. That’s what you and he are. Fated lovers, destined partners, forever friends. It is real. It has always been about you and him. No marks are needed because it has always been written in the stars.

Jungkook leaves out your breasts purposefully. He knows that it would drive him too mad if he adored you there. Your sweet scent plagues him lovingly even from a distance.

So he ghosts his touch along the shapes of them, focusing his kisses on your upper stomach instead. You sigh so much in reaction, filling the air around him with your mellifluous scent and confirming for him that he would not have stayed normal if he had buried himself in your breasts.

“Can’t wait to be alive in there”, he says, quoting back to your first fateful night together. You described the feeling of his orgasm inside you as being alive. Jungkook was so moved by these words that it stuck. “Can’t wait. My beautiful, loved babygirl.”

You can’t wait either, but you cannot tell him that right now. He has you sighing so much. Ten days without him are too long, but you will never have to worry about this again. Jungkook is the Alpha now and that means he doesn’t have to leave for dangerous missions anymore.

“What are you thinking?” his raspy voice tickles your inner thigh.

“Just, I’m happy.”

“Mhm, I can smell that. Is it me?”

“Yeah, you”, you sigh and part your legs.

“I fucking love you.”

Jungkook kisses your inner thigh. First the left, then the right. Happiness, safety, love, desire. The scents are making his eyes water. It is truly difficult to exist so close to your spots when he feels so much for you. He thought that he will never be able to smell you again, but here he is. Back where he belongs with his true mate and best friend. The love of his life. His sweet, darling omega.

Salivating, he lifts his face, looking up at you.

“Can I eat you out?”

“Yeah”, your voice is shaky, your panties soaked.

With your consent, he hooks his fingers in them and pulls them down. You help him as best as possible, having to take a look when you hear two dull sounds of impact. He fell to his knees in front of the bed, gesturing you to put your legs over his shoulders.

“Let me take care of you, babygirl. There we go. Are you comfortable like this?”

Your legs are over his shoulders, skin getting caressed by his hands and muscles so relaxed.

“I’m so comfy”, you assure him, nodding your head. You love when he feels soft because he is even more attentive and loving with you than he already is.

“That’s good to hear. Your comfort matters. Ah, fuck I feel so soft today”, he chokes out and buries himself in your thigh to adore it closer and closer to your pussy.

Again, you love when he feels soft. He cherishes each moment, adores your every inch and makes you feel like a treasure in the process.

A very, very, wet treasure if one might add. You can feel it run down your butt, soaking the sheets in the process.

Drawn in by the smell of you, Jungkook changes his kisses to your buttocks, lifting your hips to gain better access. You are not in heat right now, but you are still so wet.

“You’re soaked, baby.”

“Mh-hm, yeah”, your voice is higher and softer than usual, and your hips twitch a little as if to confirm how soaked you are.

He feels so lucky. He has the most perfect mate.

He might just have to take a taste. Gently. Right where you feel so vulnerable. You gasp in reaction, tender rim tensing under his tongue as he licks you tentatively.

This is new territory he is treading on. Of course he snuck glances at it whenever you were bent over, and of course he wondered how it would be to exist in there, but as of now he has never taken a step into this direction.

He circles his tongue, listening to your rippling gasps. You don’t seem keen on pushing him away, on the contrary you shift closer to him eager for pleasure on this new, unexplored spot. Jungkook gains confidence, sliding his thumbs to your pussy to frame her. He massages you right beside where you need it most, while his tongue presses itself flat against your hole.

His nose comes into contact with your pussy, picking up your arousing scent. You are practically begging him to fuck you. His rimjob does this. It makes you needy.

It makes Jungkook needy too, but he holds himself back. He won’t rush today, not after everything, cherishing every grind of his tongue as if he was the one getting them. It is so wonderful how much you twitch, body warming up more and more.

So much more.

Dangerously more. Your hole is starting to leak as well, self-lubricating itself just as nature intended for an omega. It mixes with the sweetness of your pussy. Rich and flavourful, like aged honey. His fingers tighten on you, he grunts as if punched in the mouth. His breathing becomes rapid, heavy. His thoughts threatening him.

Fuck her ass until she is raw, push it in there without warning she’ll get used to it, take your omega, take her now. Those stupid instinctive voices tell him. He doesn’t want to listen to them. Why would he ever do something like this to you? You trust him, you rely on him to keep you safe.

He breaks away for a moment, kissing your inner thigh as he is calming himself. This was intense, holy fuck. He almost lost himself in the exploration.

“Good puppy, good girl”, he murmurs, more for himself than you to remind himself that he can be gentle. That he is still soft. That he is better than his instincts.

“Koo, more”, you beg, unknowing to his thoughts and therefore incredibly needy. You forgot how much you like it when your ass gets attention. And especially from Jungkook, whose spit has an almost aphrodisiac effect on you. You need more of him, tensing your thighs in hopes of pulling him closer.

Jungkook releases the skin he sucked tender, swirling his tongue down you thigh until it sits on your pussy. He stays by your entrance to lap up your nectar. Your shaky hands bundle his hair, your legs twitch on his shoulders. This is familiar but still just as exciting. Paths walked before have their own charm. Expect the expected, find safety in knowledge. Your taste soaks his tongue and coats this throat, and its familiarity forces tears to his eyes.

In return, his tongue so deep inside your pussy is something you know well, which makes you fall deep into a relaxing state of pleasure. You cannot deny, however, that your hole still tingles because of his previous attention.

“More please”, you beg, bucking your hips in hopes of feeling his nose against your clit.

“Anything, baby. Anything”, he purrs, replacing his tongue with one of his thumbs. He fills you just as he begins to lick your clit, your warm walls fluttering around him as they are trying to suck him inside. His cock twitches painfully, forcing him to fumble with his briefs one-handed and clumsily. It’s a distraction, his clothes, he cannot concentrate on what matters.

“Fuck.”

He slips away just long enough that you lift your head. Jungkook works as quickly as possible, setting your legs down and taking off his clothes. His muscles are bulging, dark nipples swollen hard and thick cock dripping heavy globs of slick.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you ask with a hint of a beg in your voice.

“No, just the clothes rubbed on my nips and cock. It was distracting”, he says and falls back to his knees, lifting your legs back over his shoulders and burying himself in your pussy. His thumb returns to your walls, his nose finds its place back in your thick bush and his mouth locks around your clit.

She is so swollen that you practically throb into his mouth, sitting between his lips hot and sensitive. The burning pleasure returns instantly.

“Kook…” you grip his hair, clenching around his thumb. He never did that before: get naked because of desire only to withstand his instincts and lick you again. Mentally, as well as physically, you were ready to get fucked hard. It is difficult to accept your current situation, because of how needy his undressing made you.

“Koo…Koo”, you squeak each time you breathe out, fingers shaking in his thick hair and clit pulsing in his mouth.

He hums, sucking on your clit once, twice, three times and a fourth before he outlines her in slow circles with his tongue. A path walked before meant each step can be calculated, and Jungkook knows exactly how to work you up to an orgasm gradually.

No rushing it, not today. This isn’t just sex, this is your reconnection and your first morning as true mates. Your orgasm should hit you not like a violent punch to the gut, but like gentle waves during a warm evening.

He pumps his thumb in and out of you as he circles your clit, and because you leak so much, he lets his other thumb disappear to your hole.

He picks up some of the lubey, honey pleasure and spreads it on your hole.

Sharp pain flinches through his scalp, your legs lock behind his head. You pulled his hair, very unlikely for you, but the new kinds of sensations are doing it. Jungkook takes a mental note of it, remembering in this moment that female omegas are just as sensitive in their holes as they are in their pussies. How could he forget that? Fuck, he feels like a selfish prick. He should have adored you sooner, pushed forth into the last unexplored place of you.

He really wants to, you are self-lubricating enough and you are terribly relaxed. He really, really wants to push his thumb inside, but he doesn’t.

He teases, massages and circles your leaking rim while his tongue works up your clit. Not today. Especially because those mean voices tell him to. He doesn’t want to listen to them, he wants to listen to your blissed-out sounds.

His nickname sighed, mere syllables of his name squeaked, incoherent noises moaned and urgent gasps followed by silence as you hold your breath.

Your ass can wait, there is no rush. He will have so many more intimate hours with you. His heart flutters at the thought, tongue taking on a new pattern. He switches out the circles for upwards strokes like he would lick an ice cream.

“Oh god”, you get out, muffling his ears with your thighs. The new stimulation affects your body like electricity. The muscles in your pelvic floor tighten, your stomach tenses.

“Can you please stay there? Please.”

“Mh-hm.”

He could never say no to you. Whatever you want, he does it. Whatever you need, he gives it. People might think that the True Alpha rules over his omega naturally, but it isn’t so. Jungkook would wag his tail if you asked him, he would bark in command and do a little trick if it made you happy. Your wish is his command and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

He keeps the pattern going, gazing up at you while his thumbs work your other pleasure spots.

The fabric of the negligee sticks to your breasts and swollen nipples, glistening wetly wherever he kissed you. He is so into the view. Being seductively hidden fits you so well. God, he just wants to fucking push himself inside you and feel your cute walls struggle around his thick cock. The voices begin again, urging him to push his thumb into your ass, urging him to slip another finger or two into your cunt, urging him to abandon his quest for your orgasm and take what’s rightfully his’. He is the True Alpha for fuck’s sake, he shouldn’t have to kneel for an omega, he should breed her till she is bloated from it.

Jungkook closes his eyes and buries his nose deeper in your soft bush, focusing on your scent instead of the voices. They don’t know him. They’re just a by-product of nature, not his real feelings for you. He made a plan, a good plan. Your ass can wait and your pussy isn’t yet to be stretched too far. He wants to make you orgasm, this is what he wants.

“You’re gonna make me cum”, you whimper, following it with pathetic whines every time he flicks his tongue. You are shaking so much, motivating him to keep going. He loves when you shake.

“Kook, please can I cum?”

Of course you can, you don’t have to ask for permission. Not after everything that happened lately. You will never ever have to ask for permission again. His princess, his darling omega, his babygirl.

“Please? I-I really have to.”

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, flattening his tongue so he would stimulate every single micrometre of your swollen clit. Because you deserve it, because you are worth everything.

“Koo”, you let out and grow silent, back getting stuck in an arch and thighs almost painfully squeezing his head.

Your walls pulsate around his thumb, your hole flutters desperately and your clit throbs under his tongue. You are having an orgasm, pleasure so intense he has you stuck in a frozen, painfully tense state. He licks you through it, eyes burning in desire as he looks up at you. That’s his fucking wife. So fucking beautiful. He counts ten seconds before life returns to your body. You drop your back, hips instantly beginning to writhe and thighs falling from his ears to wiggle instead.

“Koo, Kook, Koo, ah Koo”, you squeak between gasps, lips looking so desperate for a kiss. He knows it’s not over yet. Your body has just about accepted that you are having an orgasm and begins riding on it. You can cum for such a long time when he licks you. It’s fucking impressive and quite frankly, he is a little jealous of this ability. It must feel so fucking good to climax for so many seconds, to think that it’s over only to be surprised by another wave. He feels it every time a new wave hits you, they are timed with the convulsing of your pelvic floor and run through you aggressively. He can count another fifteen seconds. Then your body begins to slow down and your pleasured squeaks become overstimulated. Five more seconds of it, even if you flinch and grasp his hair. Now he is happy. Thirty seconds. That’s a good number. Half a minute of bliss for you. That’s what he wanted. Jungkook lifts his messy lips from your pussy, connecting them with your inner thigh. His eyes are closed, his hands map out the kisses. He knows one is never enough for you, so he isn’t worried about whether or not you want more. He knows that you do. You are his omega, he knows you. Nobody can take this from him. The knowledge, the facts and titbits, the familiarity. You are his into the deepest parts of him.

Guided by his gentle hands, he kisses your stomach and waist, bunching up the negligee as he goes. You twitch a lot more than before, skin sensitive from the orgasm and his gentle treatment of it. He reaches the chest seam, redirecting his touch to your breasts. The thin fabric is wet and sticky where your nipples leaked. He licks it, purring deeply because of the taste. So sweet.

Feeling Jungkook’s tongue through the fabric is even more intense than you could have imagined. Your nipples swelled up so much because of him. They are so big that Jungkook can comfortably suck them through the fabric. If this keeps going, you will beg him to breed you. You are so ready to be his’. You leak because of him, suffocating him in your scent.

Jungkook is right where he wants to be. Suffocated by your scent and with your hard nipples leaking on his tongue. He swears that the fabric only adds to it. It is thin enough that he can feel your warmth, but the idea of mystery is still present. Like he is unwrapping a present. If that present was sweet, scent-heavy nectar.

He messies the sheets, cock throbbing angrily. This is too sweet, you smell so intensely. You do not need words to communicate with him, your scent tells him everything he needs to know. 

That you are happy, that you feel safe, that you feel entirely submissive and that you want to be bred. The last nuance of your scent goes straight to his cock, his instincts threaten to kick in again.

Fuck her into a stupid mess, they tell him. Use her like a ragdoll, they threaten him.

“Argh shit”, he shoots up in an attempt to control himself, but your taste left him so dizzy that he drops on the pillow next to you.

“Jungkook! What’s wrong?!”

“I feel like I’m on drugs.” He reaches for you, tugging you close. “Kiss me, come babygirl be close to me.”

You climb his lap and fall to your elbows. Jungkook pulls your face down and kisses you. The negligee tickles his skin where it touches him, your soaked cunt is sticky on his thighs. It gets so difficult to hold back. Perhaps even impossible. You suck his tongue and lick his lips like you were starving for the taste of your own orgasm. Your hand ruffles his hair so well, scalp tingling from the touches. Your tits are so soft against his chest and your nipples keep leaking on his skin. Jungkook does what any needy alpha would do and runs his hands down to your hips. He guides them, mewling into your mouth in hopes that you understand. There is resistance at first where you are trying to figure out what he wants from you, until it finally clicks and he has an easy time shifting you to where he needs you.

Sinking into you is like heaven on earth. Your pussy squelches, squeezing out thick globs of slick to make space for his big cock. Your lips tremble, a small “oh god” tickles his skin. He can feel your walls struggle to adapt at first, clenching and throbbing around him like they were trying to get rid of an intruder. He sinks you down further until he bottoms out and another small “oh god” tickles his lips. Your hand leaves his hair. He opens his eyes and follows it to your tummy where you press down. He feels it in his cock: the pressure and growing warmth. It is enough to tell him that you are sensing his cock inside yourself.

He engulfs your hand under his’.

“Am I hurting you?”

Your eyes shift to meet his gaze. It is the first time he is underneath you like this, the unfamiliarity makes you nervous.

“Does it hurt?” he repeats his question, eyes racing between yours.

“No, but you’re bigger than usual.”

Your eyes flit to his chest, then his arms.

“Everything about you is.”

You slip your hand from your tummy and grasp his chest. Jungkook grunts from the sudden stimulation to his nipples, muscles tensing.

“You grew over night. Ah, you’re so big inside me.”

“I told you, it’s because I’m the true Alpha. My body is adapting.”

“Jungkook”, you drop your head.

“Yes?”

“You’re so big”, you whimper and lift your hips. Your knees, still shaky from your previous orgasm, protest and force you to fall back onto his thighs. His cock buries itself in your insides against your will, reshaping you because you are too weak to escape.

“Big.”

“Adjust for me, babygirl. I know you can do it.” He talks softly, rubbing your full tummy. “Mhm? Can you do it for me, babygirl?”

“Yeah, do it for you”, you lull, lifting yourself only to drop again. He makes you feel so dumb and weak and wobbly. You love cock so much and he presses to your favourite spots. Those are your weaknesses.

“Good girl, stretch yourself open on me. That’s my girl”, Jungkook’s voice is raspier than usual, brows tight. His cock hits his own hand every time you drop. Tummy full of him. His omega stuffed with nothing but him. It makes the animal in him so fucking happy. Jungkook squeezes down on your stomach, making you tense and gasp.

“Big…”

“Mhhm filling up your tummy”, he purrs, rubbing it gently.

“Yeah”, you whimper, furrowing your brows, “full of you.”

“I’m so proud of you, you’re doing so well.”

Your knees shake uncontrollably, barely holding up your weight. You feel so vulnerable on top and weak. You’re so weak. No matter how much you try to move, your legs don’t want to work with you because every time he bottoms out a little piece of yourself gets lost in a soup of dizziness.

You know that Jungkook expects more of you. His possessive hand on your stomach is sign enough. He wants you to work harder. But how can you work harder when you can’t even properly lift yourself. You don’t even know what you want. Or how you want to move. Jungkook normally does that. He moves. He takes the lead.

“Come baby, speed up a little. Do it for me.”

You want to obey him. That’s your alpha and he wants something from you. But you are so weak. Your legs tremble as you lift yourself, the climb up his cock is exhausting, the fall down way too short. The increased speed means you have less time to recover from the climb. It makes it so difficult.

Your hips begin to wobble and writhe. This is so difficult. All you want is his cock but you aren’t doing it right.

Jungkook sits up, stilling your hips with a gentle but firm touch. You meet his eyes.

“I think we both know that this isn’t working”, he whispers, wiping your frustrated tears.

“I’m sorry. I-I tried but it’s so overwhelming.”

“That’s alright, baby. You’re alright, I’ve got you.” He lifts you, holding you against him as he gets to his knees. He slips out this way, but it doesn’t matter because it isn’t for long. “I’m sorry for putting you on top.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry I couldn’t do it right.” you sob. “I wanted to be your good girl.”

“You are my good girl, baby. Don’t worry, you’re so alright”, he whispers to you, kissing you gently as he lies you down on your back, crawling between your open legs and pushing back inside.

The familiarity of your position makes your entire body tremble. You clamp down around him, leaking heavily. Jungkook is covering you from the world completely, he is so big and strong and protective. And you completely at his mercy. This is where you feel most comfortable, this is your safe space. Underneath him as he makes the sweetest, most pleasurable love to you.

You reach up with tears in your eyes, cradling his face.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I want to cry.”

Jungkook lowers himself to his elbows, caressing the crown of your head.

“Don’t cry right now. I’ve got you”, he whispers, rolling his hips into you to remind you of his promised presence.

He drags out each thrust, savouring how he sinks into you inch by inch over and over again. You are so much tighter now that you are in your happy place. Jungkook swears he might tear up too.

“But you feel so good and I missed you so much.”

“Baby, oh god, my baby”, Jungkook presses out, pushing his nose against your scent spot. He hugs your head this way, rubbing his face into your neck just so he can inhale every single molecule of your scent. His hips barely move, buried deep inside you and swirling with minimal effort.

You do not even mind that short break, melting into a puddle as Jungkook’s scent engulfs you.

He is so happy. It is soaking his skin.

You hug him, burying your hands in his hair.

“I’m happy.”

“Me too, baby. Fuck, you feel so good. Ah”, Jungkook talked normally at first until the feeling of your pussy creeped up on him and turned his voice into a moan.

You can feel the exact moment the realisation hits him because his hips pick up speed and his cock depth, forcing a trembling flinch through your body. You could have never created this kind of pleasure. No matter how hard you had tried.

“Holy fuck baby, holy fuck. I wanna live inside you, holy fuck your pussy. Ah, your pussy.”

Jungkook is getting greedy, thrusts gaining in strength. It was only a matter of time that he would. It is in your nature. There are no wolves who fuck gently, who drag it out and slow it down. It is just not instinctual.

“I fucking love your pussy. Fucking love her.”

He is so rough. Oh god. You grasp his hips and wail. The sound is like an alarm to him, forcing him to still instantly and lift his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“So big.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Everything is so big. I-I didn’t feel this way before. Koo, what if I can’t take you anymore? What if I’m not your good girl?”

“What?” His eyes darken. “You’re my true mate, there’s no one else for me you stupid fucking girl”, he spits and kisses you with tongue. It is a harsh kiss, dominant, angry and possessive. He loves you and he needs you to understand that. No time for air, or to find a rhythm. Jungkook decides the rhythm for you and it is intense. His arm snakes itself under your head and takes it in while he uses his other hand to pinch your nipple.

You squeal, squirting nectar all over his chest despite the fabric barrier. Again. Pressure and a tug. Like he is milking you. Or perhaps punishing you for your words. His aggressive kiss would suggest so.

Oh god you have to breathe otherwise you will pass out.  Wiggling is fruitless, fleeing him as well. Air. Please air. You claw at his neck.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, giving you a chance to breathe but not really. Because while he breaks the kiss and air is yours again, he also pulls out of you only to thrust into you and begin his punishing rhythm.

You gasp, eyes going cross and toes curling.

“Silly girl. Not mine? You wanna say it again. Not my good girl? I’m gonna show you how fucking dumb this is.”

He takes you into a headlock and presses his lips against your cheek, letting you feel his fangs.

“You’re my fucking everything, babygirl. Don’t ever lessen your status again.”

Your pussy weeps just as much as you do. He is definitely making sure that you remember. Holy fuck, you have never been stretched as much before and that means a lot because you are used to his cock.

“Don’t do it. Don’t ever fucking do it. You’re mine.”

His heavy musk surrounds you, lulling you into a state of intoxication. His muscles are so big and his skin so soft in contrast. Oh god his cock. You love his cock and his scent and his skin. You love being fucked.

“Never let you go. Mine. All mine. Mine forever. Mine, mine, mine, mine.”

You definitely are. And it is getting easier to take him. You don’t want anyone else, sobbing loudly as you try to hug him closer to you.

“Tell me. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Yours.”

“Louder.”

“Yours”, you mewl, grasping is tightening arm. “Koo, I can’t breathe.”

He relaxes, calming himself by licking your neck. He growls and huffs air, feral like a feeding wolf. He must be trying to get used to his changed body as well. Perhaps a true alpha is a lot less human in the way he fucks. Perhaps his voices are loud today.

You know about them because Jungkook told you once. It was late at night after especially intense, but satisfying, sex. He told you what they urge him to do, how violent they can get and how much he hates them because he would never want to hurt you.

Maybe the voices of a true alpha are even more violent, maybe he is figuring out how to be himself again one heavy thrust at a time. Weak, but determined, you tilt your head.

“Kiss me, I love you, please kiss me.”

His hips stutter, a particle of normalcy returns.

“Love. Yes, I love you. Oh baby, I love you. Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Jungkook moans, kissing you. He slips his hand from your aching nipple to massage the other instead. He is softer with it, urging it to leak with patience not possessiveness. His kiss is less scrambled as well. Still passionate and messy, just less violent. Oh his hips move as if they were trying to make the sweetest love to you. He feels so good.

You melt under him, spilling tears as much as you spill new slick. Just a few more thrusts and you will finally have adapted. Truth be told, you were really doubting your own bodily limits at first. He grew a lot now that he is the true alpha. His cock is heavy, thick with throbbing veins and massive breeder balls which constantly press against your ass. His knot is still a mystery to you, but you can only imagine the absolute bliss it will bring in its enlarged state.

You truly feared that your body wouldn’t ever adapt, but of course it did. Because Jungkook is right, you and he are true mates. There is no one else for him, and no one else for you. You will fit together no matter what.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, panting against your lips. His face is flushed, his lips swollen and pink.

“Your pussy’s so soft”, he sighs, mewling softly as he drops his forehead against yours.

“I adjusted, Koo. Yours, yours, yours, yours.”

“Baby. Mine. Mine, mine, mine. Fucking mine. All mine.” He cups your cheek, hips speeding up again. “I love you so much. My babygirl.”

“I love you so much. My Jungkook.” He hits your sensitive cervix with his next thrust, raising your voice. “Ah! Yours!”

Cervix stimulation is like ecstasy for omegas, every thrust fills your veins with masses of it. Electric and fiery. Never-ending because Jungkook fucks relentlessly.

“Mine. Tell me again, baby, tell me.”

“Yours. Y-yours. Yours.”

“Yes baby, again. Mine. Tell me.”

“Yours! Ah, yours!”

It is like a prayer you are both trapped in. A blissful prayer of pleasure and possession. Nothing feels better than to be owned and to own in return. Nothing feels better than to be each other’s, connected by your sticky middles.

“Sorry I doubted myself, sorry I said it.”

“It’s okay, babygirl. You’re okay, my good girl. Yeah?”

“Yeah, good girl. Kiss me please.”

Jungkook moans, fulfilling your wish gladly. He kisses you slowly at first, feeling soft again because you pulled him back to humanity. But your pussy is a powerful weapon and he is so weak to you. As his thrusts drag out and your tongues dance slowly, some of the roughness returns again. A desire for more, an itch he cannot scratch. The kiss turns sloppy, your hands fall to his hips and squeeze.

“Right…there…”

“Good girl, take me. You’re doing so well.”

“Jungkook…right there, please right there.”

“I know babygirl, I can fucking feel it. I’m made to be inside you, baby, you’re such a perfect fucking fit. Good girl, so good.”

His praise is everything you need, your legs lift only to lock behind his butt. It tightens you around him, forcing him deeper into you.

Jungkook shudders, buries his face in the crook of your neck and moans loudly. He hugs you to his chest, rubbing his scent all over your skin. Everywhere. Your neck, your chest, your inner thighs and inside your pussy. It just happens, spilling out of him because he simply loves you so much.

Perhaps he has to let go soon, head pounding aggressively and parted fangs dripping saliva. It’s because you are hugging him. His heart might very well explode right with his cock.

“Your pussy’s so soft, so soft, soft”, a new chant begins to spill out of him, soaked in pleasure and dripping in desperation.

“Koo, you’re gonna make me cum soon.”

“Yeah? Good, cause I’m”, he laughs breathily, “fuck, I’m really fucking close too.”

“Please don’t change anything.”

“I won’t, baby. Just let me get you there, let me take care of you.”

He makes you feel so fucking protected, pampered and loved. His name leaves you in a shaky whimper, followed by a moan. You have to grab more of him, making him yours just as you are his’. Any thrust could do it at this point. Any movement could be the one. You are balancing on knife’s edge, tensing every time he pushes in and shuddering every time it isn’t happening. The build-up is making you want to fucking scream. Almost. Just a few more.

“Koo, you really feel- oh? O-oh wait, oh it’s gonna, it’s gonna- Jungkook.”

You moan loudly, arching your back and toes curling. You throb around him, riding on the kind of intense high only he can give you.

“Oh fuck. Yes babygirl, yes. Cum on my cock, fuck this is so fucking good.”

“Jungkook please give me your cum”, you beg.

“Really? I’m gonna breed you so much.”

“Please.”

“Oh god, baby. Yes baby, yes. Yeah, ah fuck now.” He whimpers loudly, slacking on top of you as his high knocks him down. It doesn’t matter to you, you pull him deeper into you, hugging him with your arms and legs and sobbing in gratefulness because nothing will ever feel as good as Jungkook does.

“Thank you! Ah!”

“Baby.. girl..”

He doesn’t knot you this morning, neither do you get trapped in an endless loop of orgasms. It is okay, the sex still leaves you just as breathless and fuzzy. Maybe even fuzzier because it was filled with so much mutual love this morning. You don’t really know how much time passes between the end of your shared orgasm and the first time one of you speaks. It was all very fuzzy and blurry. You feel so out of it in the best way possible.

“Fuck”, Jungkook sighs into the silence, head heavy.

“Yeah, right. Did you like the lingerie on me?”

“I fucking love it so much. It’s so hot. I think I blacked out in the middle of it.”

You snicker, “yeah, you got a little rough.”

“Yeah”, he chuckles breathlessly, “fuck, I’m sorry if I hurt you. I swear you are affecting me too much.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I loved it so much.” You stub his neck with your nose. “I hope that you and I never ever stop being together.”

“Yeah, I hope so too.” Jungkook gets to his elbows, smoothing his fingers over your forehead and temples gently. Pearls of sweat have gathered on it. Jungkook feels sweaty too.

You smile at him, scratching his back.

“You know that I love you like crazy, right?” he says.

“I love you too.”

He finally smiles, eyes softening. You snicker because of it, cradling his face so you can squish his cheeks. Jungkook lets it happen, having to snicker right with you. Nothing feels as electric as being with you.

“So I guess we are kinda running the pack now, aren’t we?” you say.

“I guess we are.”

“What’s first on our agenda?”

“Mhm.” He thinks for a moment, tingling with every touch you place on his skin. “Mhm, probably cooking a massive breakfast and then devouring it in ten minutes.”

You laugh, “yeah okay, deal.”

“Deal. I’m so hungry.” He slips out and sits up. You follow suit, spilling him all over the sheets.

“Maybe I have to clean up first”, you say, shifting uncomfortably.

“Mhm?” He studies your messy thighs and messier pussy. “Fuck, yeah maybe you should. Wanna share a shower? True mates style.”

“True mates style? What’s that?”

“It means that I’m gonna look at you a lot and tell you how much I need you in my life”, he says, making you giggle.

“Yeah okay let’s do that. True mates style.”

If you knew that agreeing to Jungkook’s plan would lead to having to bond with him, perhaps you never would have agreed. He promised you that you would just have to pretend, that you wouldn’t have to be with him if you didn’t want to and yet here you are. You are now officially his mate. Well, not until you kissed him. You really want to kiss him, but it’s so scary. 

“You have to kiss for the bond to be sealed”, the official whispers as well. 

You glance at the audience. Your family seems nervous. Jungkook’s father seems hopeful but also very angry. You look at Jungkook, whose eyes have darkened slightly.

“It seems that the bond is invali-”, the official tries to announce loudly, but before he can finish his sentence, Jungkook silences him by pulling you into the kiss. 

You gasp, eyes wide open and body frozen. His big hand is on the back of your head, keeping you close. The official sees it as a sign and begins the howling again. It fills the bonding house, almost sounding like melodies of joy. But you feel sick to the stomach. You are mated for life. Jungkook made sure of it and you made sure of how your bond will be because you hesitated. You can see it in his eyes once he pulls back and they are as cold as ice. Holy fuck, you messed up.

The iciness of his stare continues long into the festivities. It is the duty of the newly  bonded couple to open the dance floor with a dance. You and Jungkook have to wait behind a curtain to be called to the floor. You arrive a little later than him because your mother wanted to talk to you before that. Something about being a good mate to him. You didn’t really listen because she pissed you off. 

Jungkook sends you an icy glare, tonguing his cheek.

“You”, you stomp to him. Your mother made you angry enough that you feel the need to take it out on him. 

He watches you with a cocked up brow. You shove at his chest. He doesn’t budge, but stares with widened eyes. 

“How dare you force the kiss onto me like this. You took away my choice”, you hiss.

“Tch.”

“Don’t tch me. You said that it was my choice. You forced me.”

He tenses his jaw, looking anywhere but you. You shove him again with no chance of moving him. 

“Did you hear me?”

“I don’t know if you already forgot the five prior conversations we had, but if we didn’t bond today, my dad would have banished us both. I made sure that this wouldn’t happen”, he answers you snappishly.

“This still doesn’t give you the right to kiss me like this”, you throw back, shoving at his chest.

He doesn’t budge, taking your hands to stop you from shoving him again. His grip is strong and possessive, but doesn’t hurt. 

“The official was gonna renounce our bond. I had to act fast”, he hisses.

“Yeah well, I didn’t want to be forced into it.”

“I know that by now”, Jungkook spits and swipes your hands away, turning a cold shoulder to you. He crosses his arms in front of his chest so tightly it looks as if he is trying to hug himself.

“I want an apology for it”, you insist.

“I’m sorry.” 

You falter for a moment, not having expected it. 

“I’m sorry, okay? Just. Drop it now, please.”

“Drop it? Excuse me?” 

Jungkook turns his head away.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

No eye contact.

“Jungkook?” 

“I’m done talking to you”, he grumbles.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that you hurt me.”

You gawk at him, holding your breath. He turns to you, meeting your eyes with such urgency it feels as if he is trying to drown you in the connection.

“All this talk about not wanting me to hold back. You told me not to stop telling you that you’re mine. Was it just empty talk?” he asks.

His heartbroken scent makes you feel heavy in your chest. 

“What? I, I don’t- what?” you stutter.

“Did it ever mean something to you?” 

“Kook, I-”

“Don’t call me that”, he hisses and steps closer. The thing is, however, that you don’t feel the instinctive need to step back. He doesn’t feel dangerous to you. Not because he isn’t scary, because he definitely is, but because you know for a fact that he wouldn’t hurt you. “Don’t call me that after what you did today.”

You gulp. He puts his hand over his heart, eyes showing how hurt he feels. His voice quivers as he speaks.

“You made me have my first knot ever. You, you made me feel so good that I bit you. You had your first knotting orgasm through me. I was fucking alive inside you”, he say and puts his other hand on your stomach where you once allowed him to feel himself in you. 

You gasp and tense at the touch, putting your hand over his’. His touch seeps into you, reminding you how it was to carry his warmth inside you. Everything inside you wants him within the first touch. The connection is so intense that you draw closer to him instinctively.

“I thought that it meant something to you too. So why did you hesitate?” he stresses, eyes racing between yours.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Jungkook pulls his hand away from your stomach. “Wow, okay.”

“Kook, please.”

“Forget it. Let’s just get it over with”, he hisses and a second later, the curtains open and you have to pretend to be a happy couple.

He takes your hand, leading you to the dance floor while howls and claps cheer you on. He positions you and him in the middle of the dance floor, looking down at you with a tightened face. 

The music starts. So does the dance. 

Jungkook leads it, you follow. He holds you so close. He looks so deeply into your eyes. To anyone else it must seem as if he can’t get enough of his wife, but you are close enough to him that you know his true feelings. He wants this stupid dance to end as quickly as possible. 

You can’t bear to look up at him any longer, lowering your eyes.

“Don’t. Look up.” 

You obey instinctively.

“You’ve already fucked up the kiss, don’t fuck up the dance as well.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s already a little too late for that, isn’t it?” he says and leans you back as part of the dance. For just a second you see the world upside down before he lifts you again, holding you against his chest as he twirls over the dance floor with you. It makes your dress dance with you and blurs the world around you. He furrows his brows.

“Did it ever mean anything to you?” he asks. 

“I don’t know.”

“Yes or no? It’s a simple answer.”

“I was desperate and I-”

“Wow.” 

“I, I just meant that I don’t know if it meant what it meant to you.”

“Stop talking, seriously.”

You gulp. Jungkook looks away. 

“You have to look at me”, you whisper panickedly.

“Don’t worry, the dance is already fucked”, Jungkook says and coincidentally enough, the music switches just this moment. The rest of the pack fills the dance floor, but you barely notice them.

Jungkook steps back and leaves you in the middle of the dance floor. Your chest feels tight. You didn’t want it to come to this. Of course it meant something to you, but he cornered you right now and you tend to say the wrong things under pressure. You didn’t want to give him a dishonest answer, but didn’t have the full answer ready yet. Oh god, this isn’t what you wanted to happen.

Sudden fear fills you. You know instantly that his father is next to you. You force yourself to look at him, holding your breath.

“Ruin this bond, you and your family can look for a new pack. Understood?”

You nod your head fearfully.

“Speak up!” 

“Yes! Understood!” 

“That’s better. Fucking, bratty omega. Just because my son can’t keep his dick in his pants. I’ll teach him how to discipline you, be sure of that”, he says with a deadly glare and turns his back to you, leaving you in the middle of the dance floor.

You bite back tears. 

Alcohol. You need to forget this night. Yes, that’s the solution.

Werewolf bonding parties aren’t that different from human wedding parties. There is good music, delicious food, lots of dancing and even more laughter. There is also, of course, the occasional friendly fighting between two wolves, which may seem scary to a human but is perfectly normal to your species. There is even a saying that if a bonding party doesn’t have friendly fighting, the bond will not last. A part of you had hoped that your party would be such a party just so it wouldn’t be you who ruins the bond and therefore has to carry the alpha’s wrath. But your wish wasn’t granted the moment you watched Jimin and Hoseok start a friendly wrestling match next to the margaritas bar.

Speaking of margaritas, you are drunk on them by now. Way too drunk, barely able to stand on two feet. 

“Fuck, I need air”, you get out and turn to leave. You run your eyes over the crowd. Your family is by their table, your brother follows you with his eyes. You must be way too drunk because for a second it felt as if he was hunting you with them. You break contact, spotting Jungkook next. He is talking to one of the betas, Seokjin. He also seems terribly drunk. You look away quickly, stumbling past him on your way outside. He follows you with his eyes as you do, but you are too drunk to notice.

The night is cold. A welcome change to the stuffy air inside. Tonight is a new moon. You look up at the moonless sky. Bonding under a new moon mean that the union will last long. That’s what the legends say. The new life together starts with the new cycle of the moon. First the fighting, now this. Your bond seriously wants to last, doesn’t it?

You stumble to a quiet corner, resting against the wall. The music is blurred behind a veil of alcohol and the thick walls of the venue.

The thing is, it’s not that you had to bond with Jungkook which upsets you so much. It is the fact that it had to happen under such circumstances. You are sure that if he didn’t have to mark you in order to save your life, he would have never even thought about taking you as a mate. You know how his family thinks. A wolf with the alpha gen should mate with another wolf with the alpha gen. Bonding with an omega isn’t a thing in Jungkook’s family. And this is what scares you. You are an omega in a family of alphas and his father seems to fucking hate it. What if Jungkook hates it too? He talked about keeping you safe and not wanting to let you go, but he probably didn’t think that he would have to mate with you. He was probably high on his afterglow and talked without thinking.

“Urgh”, you let out, grinding your fangs. 

But then, why was he so upset that you hesitated? Was it because he wanted to own you as quickly as possible? But he smelled heartbroken. Someone who is merely upset about not owning you wouldn’t smell like this. This is confusing you so much. 

“Who knew that you would be bonded before me.” 

You turn your head to your brother. You must be really drunk because his eyes still seem so different.

“It’s crazy to imagine that you came back and got bonded”, he says. 

“Only because you fucked up and I almost had to die for it. Otherwise, Jungkook would have never had to step in and I would have never had to bond with him”, you throw back.

Your brother studies you with furrowed brows.

“Look, I said that I’m sorry and I am. It was an accident. I thought that she was a deer.”

“Tch, sure. I know you were into her. I watched you sneak away sometimes to see her. You got jealous and decided to kill her because you couldn’t bear the thought that she was to be with someone else. Admit it”, you challenge him because you know that it was bullshit. Your brother would never kill someone out of jealousy. 

Something changes in your brother’s face, however. Your brother disappears, the face of an ice cold killer stares back at you. The face of a killer who killed before and who would do it again. He steps closer and you instinctively step back. Fear and the desire to flee overcomes you. It is difficult however when he has you cornered. It is a dark corner and there are no people around.

“What, what are you doing? You, you are scary”, you stutter.

“You know, you were never supposed to come back.”

“What?”

“If I were you, I’d be careful with your words from now on”, he warns, dragging the back of his hand down your face, “are we understood, sister?” 

You whimper instinctively, avoiding his eyes. His touch feels like sandpaper on your skin. He comes closer. You are so scared. 

“Are we under-”, he stumbles back as a strong hand tugs him away from you. It is so rough in fact that he squeaks against his will.

“Do we have a problem here?” Jungkook growls, stepping between you and your brother. He is huffing his air, torso stretching the fabric of his suit because his protectiveness is making his body grow. Your brother tries to take a step closer, but instantly stops with just one deep growl of Jungkook. 

Your brother looks at you for a brief moment. The person you once knew is gone from his eyes. 

“I was already leaving”, he presses out and turns his back to leave. He knows better than to pick a fight with Jungkook. He gets as far as one step before the latter pulls him back. 

He tries to fight him in reaction, but gives up quickly when Jungkook renders him useless with a strong grip on his chin. His claws dimple his skin, threatening to break through. He is towering over your brother by now. 

“You are the one who is going to start picking his words carefully from now on. She is under my protection now. Is that clear?”

“Is this supposed to scare me?”

“Don’t test me.” Jungkook hisses, shaking him by his chin. “I’ll let you go tonight because you’re her brother and I don’t wanna break her heart, but you threaten her again and you’re dead. Are we understood?” he snarls his words, eyes dangerously golden and sharp fangs on full display.

“Yes”, your brother croaks out.

“Speak up!” Jungkook barks, shaking him.

“Yes! I’m sorry, yes!” 

“Good. Now leave, you’re ruining my wife’s mood”, Jungkook growls and pushes him away. 

The man, who was once your brother, stumbles back and runs off with his tail tucked between his legs.

Jungkook stares him down until he truly left and only then, he turns to you. He puts his hands on your upper arms, touching you so gently one might never know how roughly he handled your brother seconds ago. His features are clouded over with worry. His body is smaller again and his muscles shrunk back to their relaxed size.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” he asks, studying you worriedly.

You shake your head, gasping for air in small, helpless breaths. 

“Hey, sshhh you’re okay now. You’re okay”, he says, hugging you against his chest. One hand is on your back, the other on the back of your head. The calming scent of him engulfs you, masking your own frightened scent.

“People need to stop threatening me tonight”, you get out, sobbing into him.

“You’re okay, baby. You’re okay”, he keeps repeating the words, placing little kisses all over the crown of your head.

The fight of earlier feels far away to both of you. Especially to him.

It wasn’t long after you stumbled past him, that he followed you outside. At first he followed you with the intent of confronting you again, but then he saw that you were talking to your brother and he stayed back. Because of his heightened senses, he heard everything of your conversation with him. He also smelled your fear even before hearing your whimper and it drove up his desire to protect you to such levels that he has to tremble now that he finally holds you safe and sound. 

“You’re okay. I’m here now. I’m here.”

You tilt your head up, meeting his eyes.

“This wasn’t my brother anymore.”

“I know, I’m sorry”, he says, wiping your tears.

“He murdered her. Kook, he is a murderer.”

“I heard everything. I’ll take care of it. I promise.”

“He looked at me as if he wanted to kill me too.”

“I wouldn’t have let him. He’d have been dead if he tried.”

“Kook”, you get out and hide away in his chest.

You smell so sad and heartbroken and scared. Jungkook feels parts of his body cramp from how much he trembles. He wants to protect you more than he already does. It is driving him insane that he can’t do more for you.

“Jungkook, I wanna go home but I don’t…” Your sad scent reaches its peak as tears roll down your cheeks. “I don’t even know where that is anymore”, you press out and sob. 

“Hey no, don’t cry. I’ll take you home”, Jungkook says and puts his arm around you to lead you away from the venue. You let your head fall against him, crying loudly because everything is just a lot for you. 

“Do we have to tell anyone? Can we just leave? What if they ask questions? I don’t know what to do anymore, I don’t-”

“Hey, everything is gonna be okay. We’re the bonded couple, they’ll just have to accept the fact that we left early.”

You nod your head in understanding. You are so glad that he took control right now. You would have been lost and overwhelmed without him.

You walk home side by side. It happens for comfort reasons that, after a while, you and he stop hugging so close. You are in nothing but your dress and he is in nothing but his suit. The streets are empty and quiet because the entire pack is currently at your bonding party. 

You already walked long enough that you managed to calm down from the initial shock. It is an unspoken truth between you and him that you don’t want to talk about what happened. This means, however, that your walk is silent and that feels really awkward.

The town you grew up in hasn’t changed much ever since you were a child. The same trees still grow along the same streets, except that they are a lot taller these days. The same houses are still home to the same people and bonding nights are still held in the town’s sports hall. 

Said sports hall is still close to the playground and the way home still leads through it. 

You and Jungkook slow down as you walk down a metaphorical memory lane. You scraped your knee on the slide when you were eight and he had to blow on it to make it better. Jungkook sprained his ankle jumping off the swing when he was nine and you had to hold his hand as his mother rubbed it better again. Under the weeping willow, you and your friends played the silly little dares and you had your first kiss with him. 

You look away from the tree, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. He looked at it as well. You turn your head away, feeling your throat tighten in panic. Jungkook feels his heart twist in reaction. The better voice in him says not to dwell on it, the love drunk idiot in him tells him to fight for it. He wins in the end. 

“Wanna sit on the swings?” he suggests.

“And do what?” 

“I don’t know. Swing? Sober up a little?”

You contemplate for a second, nodding your head in the end. 

You weren’t even aware of how much you needed to sit until you are on the swing, stretching out your legs. You hate heels. They’re the worst shoes ever invented. You swing back and forth slowly, Jungkook does the same. This is still the same swing set you and he played on twenty years ago. The chains still leave this weird metallic smell on your hands and the rusty hinges seem to creak even more these days. You look up at the sky. The stars are so clear without the moon hiding them in her shine. You know this view all too well. In your left vision there are some branches of a maple tree and in the right a electrical pole is peaking at you. The view is familiar to you because twenty years ago, you and Jungkook sat at the same swing in the same order like you do today. 

You dare to glance at him. He is looking at the sky, unaware of your eyes on him. His face is relaxed, his lips slightly parted in awe of the vast universe. His eyes are the darkest brown right now, reflecting the stars. The street lights behind him illuminate the edges of his silhouette, glimmering in parts of his dark hair as well. He is so beautiful when he thinks that no one is looking. 

To think that you subconsciously chose the same swing even after all these years. He broke your heart like this fifteen years ago and now you are back, bonded. Your heart feels heavy. You shouldn’t have hesitated. You don’t know how Jungkook feels about this bond, but you get a feeling that you shouldn’t have hesitated. 

A gust of wind sweeps through the playground and makes you shiver. Your teeth clatter and you wrap your arms around yourself to rub your freezing skin. He looks at you, studying you.

“Are you cold?” he asks. 

“It’s fine. I just wasn’t planning on being outside for so long. I only wanted to catch some air for a bit. I’m kinda drunk.”

Jungkook stands up from his swing.

You watch him, confused.

He shrugs off his suit jacket and closes the distance to put it over your shoulders. It is warmed up from him, instantly stilling your shivers. It also smells like him, making you just a little droopy. He hovers his hands over your shoulders because he doesn’t know if you want his touch, talking in a soft voice. 

“Is this better?” 

“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, feeling your heart race. 

“Good. Keep it. I’m too hot anyway”, he says and leaves your side to sit down next to you.

He swings back and forth gently, watching some leaves dance on the ground as the wind carries them. Now is the perfect opportunity to talk, but he feels mute. He doesn’t want to fuck it up. Or perhaps he just doesn’t want to get hurt again. 

He dances his eyes over the playground, reminiscing on all the memories he shares with you here. You and he could have been so right and then his father fucked him up. Jungkook forces down the heavy lump in his throat.

“What’s wrong?” 

He looks at you with widened eyes.

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m an omega. I can smell when people around me are upset.”

“Ah. I don’t know. I guess, just thinking of old stuff”, he says and rubs the side of his neck. 

“Yeah. Lots of memories here”, you say and sigh.

Jungkook sees it as his cue to ask you what he had planned to ask you before he witnessed you with your brother instead. 

“Why did you hesitate?”

You almost fall off the swing in shock. Jungkook takes your hand, providing you with support. He feels vast of air when you instinctively squeeze him back and intertwine your fingers deeper. There they are again. Those mixed signals. You say one thing, but do the other. You do another thing, but say the complete opposite. Jungkook can barely take the confusion anymore, repeating his question again. 

“I get it that you were nervous, but it looked like you didn’t want to kiss me at all. Why?”

“I just…”, you pull your hand back, swinging gently to soothe yourself.

Jungkook swings as well, looking at you. 

“All of this is a lot for me. I went from a normal woman to a sex slave by a snatch to an omega marked, to a wife in the span of two weeks. This is a lot to work through.”

“Yeah, when you put it like this, it really is.”

“I didn’t think that our little stunt in the shed would lead to this.”

“Yeah honestly, neither did I. I thought that they would want us to date for a little and that’s it.”

“Yeah”, you agree and glance at him. “I’m scared that you are only doing this because your dad forced you. That’s why I hesitated. I saw the way he looked at me.”

“Don’t think about him. He is old and unhappy. He didn’t force me. Not when I…I dreamt of having you as my wife ever since I’ve known you.”

“What?”

You stop swinging. Jungkook stops as well, turning with the swing to face you.

“I think that’s why I kissed you. The official wanted to announce that it’s invalid and I panicked and went in. I just needed to know that this wouldn’t be lost forever.”

“Oh my god, you dreamed of bonding with me?” you press out, eyes full of emotions.

“Ever since I’ve known you. Well, you know, ever since I knew what bonding meant. I always wanted it to be with you.”

“Kook…”

He rests his head against the metal chain, reaching his hands out for you. You turn with your swing and take his hands, feeling your pulse in your neck because of how high he raises it. His thumbs draw hearts on your skin, his eyes are so soft.

“Yeah, I guess it’s out there now”, he says, laughing softly.

“It is”, you whisper and squeeze his hands.

Jungkook squeezes them right back, smiling with his eyes before it washes over his lips as well. 

“I can’t believe you’re telling me this on the same swing set you best friend broke up with me when we were twelve.” 

He laughs, lifting his brows for it. It’s such a cute laugh, making you laugh with him. 

“Correction, where I was forced to best friend break up with you ‘cause my dad is a control freak.” 

“Right. I’m sorry that your dad sucks.” 

"Yeah, I guess I got used to it. He’s my dad, that’s how he is.” 

“I’m still sorry.”

“Thanks.” Jungkook says and lets go of your hands to twirl back to the front. He takes a deep breath and stands up.

“Where are you going?”

“If I remember correctly, you always loved the swing the most.” 

“I did, but what’s that got to do with anything?”

He walks behind you and puts his hands on the chain of the swing. 

“Hold on tight.” 

“Huh? Oh!” 

He pushes you, making you swing back and forth. You squeal, having to laugh afterwards. Jungkook snickers with you, pushing you a second time to make you swing higher. Your shared laughter dances through the playground and in this short moment in life’s series of moments, you and he feel like kids again. There are no responsibilities lingering in the back of your heads, no fears of the future, no stresses of past days nor dreams ruined by reality. You and he are twelve again, using the swings after a long day of playing adventurers in the forests. The stars shine brighter and the wind doesn’t feel that cold anymore. You are alive again, flying to the very stars with each push Jungkook gives you. 

“Not too high please, I’ll get scared”, you squeal, feeling tears of laughter run down your cheeks. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t push you too high. I never did, remember?” 

You and he talk as he continues to push you on the swing. 

“If I remember correctly, you sometimes pushed me way too high because you were a gremlin like that.”

“A gremlin? Wow, okay”, he laughs and pushes you extra hard as playful revenge.

“Hey! No, it’s too high!” you squeak, laughing way too much.

Jungkook does it again.

“Kook please! I’m gonna fall, ah!” 

And it happens. Your drunk ass falls off the swing. You squeal, preparing for impact which never comes. Instead he catches you in his strong arms, looking down at you with protective, caring eyes.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

“Yeah, thanks”, you whisper, watching his lips move. You giggle, dropping your head on his shoulder, “fuck, I’m too clumsy for this.” 

“Hah, yeah.”

Jungkook noticed that you looked at his lips. For just a second, he wanted to kiss you. In the end, he didn’t. He won’t ever kiss you again without your consent. 

He sets you down gently, holding both your hands against his chest. You look up at him, feeling a little robbed of air. His eyes race between yours as if he trying to build connection between your souls with just one look.

“I promise to be a good husband to you. No harm shall ever come to you through my hands and if I should ever break this promise, it is your right to strike me down. You have my body as protection and my heart to find a home in, ___. You always have and you always will.”

“You keep saying that. Does it mean..?”

“It does. It means that I love you and that I’ll do anything to make you happy.” He exhales shakily. “I know that you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry again that I kissed you. Please, can you forgive-” 

You put your finger on his lips, silencing him. He whimpers a little because of it.

“Can I say something now? Please?” 

“Of course”, he says and steps back, fumbling with his own hands nervously. 

“I’m not mad at you anymore that you kissed me. I, I was planning to kiss you, I was. I just, I saw your dad and he wasn’t howling and then I thought that we’re only in this situation because you had to save me. And I panicked and I was scared that we’d regret it and yeah.” 

He nods his head in understanding, lowering his eyes sadly. You take his hand.

“It meant something to me too.” 

He meets your emotional eyes, feeling emotional himself.

“It meant something to me, maybe not the same as it did to you but it did mean something to me. I wanted to tell you this, but didn’t know how. I get nervous when I’m cornered and I forget my words and then say dumb stuff.”

“I get it. I’m sorry that I cornered you. I guess I have the tendency to be pushy when I’m nervous. I shouldn’t have cornered you, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah well, I should have said something. I liked what we did in the shed and it meant something to me.” You put his hand on your stomach. “You were alive inside me and it was the best feeling I ever experienced.”

Jungkook sighs your name, instinctively drawing closer to you.

“But we also barely know each other as adults. What if we realize that we’re not right as mates once we get to know each other?” 

“I don’t think that will happen. I’m still the same than I was before, just older.” 

“You’re an alpha these days.”

“I am and I’ll use this status to provide for you and to keep you safe. I promise.” 

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at him with those same puppy eyes you had in the shed. 

Jungkook feels weak in the knees. Those eyes are lethal to him.

“Yes, really. All I want is someone to provide for, someone to care for and protect. And for that someone to be you. I just. I wanna keep you safe, ___”, he says.

“Oh”, you let out and exhales shakily.

“Mhm, yeah”, he breathes and brushes the back of his fingers down your temple.

“But”, you begin.

“Yes?”

“But not too much. I don’t want you to get hurt”, you say and trace his upper lip. The cut healed by now, but the memory of how it looked is still in your mind. Jungkook chases your touch, closing his fingers around your wrists. He holds you tenderly, tracing the spots most sensitive with his thumbs. 

“Alright, not too much”, he whispers, smiling softly. 

You share silence, looking at the other. Jungkook is the one to break it. 

“We’ll get to know each other again and it’s gonna be nice. I want to make this work”, he whispers.

“I wanna make it work too. Not for the sake of my safety or anything, but because I wanna love you too.” 

“You do?” 

You nod your head.

Jungkook exhales shakily, closing the distance for a kiss. He stops just a breath away.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

You give him your answer by erasing the remaining distance, connecting your lips with his’. His knees buckle, his arms instantly fall around you to hold you close. The world around you seems non-existent as your lips are lost in the kind of kiss a bonded couple should exchange. It is epic. Jungkook feels so alive. He knows that if he tried hard enough, he could touch the stars. 

You feel the same. This kiss is your reminder that whatever you and he have is out of your control. It is a bond made by fate, formed under a new moon. This is how you felt in the shed when he was alive inside you. 

Those feelings are heightened because of the alcohol, forcing you closer to him. Which makes him lose control for just a second, ending in you pressed up against the swing set post and with his hand on your lower back. 

It knocks out a soft moan from you. Jungkook answers it in a deep purr, sliding his right hand to your cheek to tilt your head higher. He sucks on your lower lip, ending it with a gentle bite.

The effect is instant for you. Slick begins to gather between your legs, your head gets droopy and everything inside you screams at you to give yourself to him.

Breathing shakily, you break the kiss. He stays close, gazing at you with half-lidded eyes and parted lips.

“Oh my god”, you whisper, tracing your own lips. They’re tingling from what he did.

“Yeah. Right?” he agrees, scrunching his nose and stubbing your temple with his forehead in a gesture of adoration. “Who’d have known that we’d kiss like this here”, he says, gazing at you.

Your eyes soften in submission. Jungkook feels drawn to you beyond repair.

“Keep looking at me with those eyes and we won’t reach home tonight”, he rasps, touching your waist as he basically undresses you with his eyes. “I’d take you right here and now. Make you feel so good that you see new constellations.”

Drunk you cannot handle talk like this, breaking into giddy giggles and hiding away in his chest. 

“Are you laughing at me?” he gasps.

“No, oh god no. It’s just, nobody ever talked to me like this before”, you explain yourself between giggles, nuzzling closer.

Jungkook chuckles, rubbing your back. 

“Get used to it. I realised that I’m kinda outta control when it comes to you. Maybe it’s the alpha gen.”

“Maybe”, you look up at him with pretty puppy eyes, arms wrapped around his waist and chin resting against his chest. 

He stubs your nose with his own, hands groping your butt possessively. 

“Stop looking at me.”

“It’s hard. When you touch me, I also lose control. I think it’s the omega gen.”

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just a lightweight.”

“Hah! So you’re saying I’m just drunk?”

“Basically, yeah.”

You snicker, Jungkook grins.

“Come on, let’s go home before I actually do something indecent to you.”

You gladly let him hold your hand now that his kiss triggered your affectionate instincts, following him in happy steps.

Your walk home ends at Jungkook’s house. Two stories high and with a big garden surrounding it, it was one of the more luxurious houses in town. 

“This is where we’ll live?” 

“If you want to. I figured, you know, given how you still live with your parents and I’m living alone, we could use my place. It’s totally fine if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s okay.” 

“Yes? Great then we can get your stuff in the coming days. But for now, let me do this right”, he says and swoops you off your feet.

“Ah”, you let out, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. “What are you doing?” 

“Carrying you over the threshold. Why?” 

“Nothing, it’s so”, you stop talking to giggle instead, nuzzling your nose against his cheek. “It’s so cheesy.”

Jungkook chuckles, heart racing in his chest. He kicks the door closed behind him and does a twirl in the middle of his hallway. 

“Wait! I’m too drunk for this! Eeek”, you squeak, hiding away in his neck. “Please stop, I’m too dizzy.”

Luckily for you, Jungkook listens. He stops and sets you down, holding you close as you sway. 

“This wasn’t funny. Oh god, I’m dizzy”, you laugh, dropping your forehead against his chest. He rests his cheek against your head, talking in a chuckle.

“See? Told you. Total lightweight.”

“I’m not a lightweight. You’re just a gremlin”, you say and shove at his chest. He laughs, holding your hands.

“You’re adorable. Come, dance with me”, he says, placing your left hand on his neck and holding the other.

“Dance? Right now?”

“Yeah. Just you and I. We’ll do it right this time.”

“But I’m dizzy.” You step on his foot, making him groan. “And I have two left feet when drunk. Sorry, are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I’m more than okay”, he says, smiling at you as your bodies move to silent melodies.

“Sorry.” 

“It’s fine, baby. Just look at me”, he whispers, right hand on your lower back. It is so warm. 

You look up at him. The pull is magnetic and fucking electric. You are so attracted to him. He has you feeling drunker than any amount of alcohol ever could. You are so fuzzy inside because of all the laughing you have been doing. 

“You have the most beautiful eyes ever”, Jungkook whispers, raising your pulse with it.

“Kook, I”, you begin, eyes flitting to his lips. Merely seeing the shape of them is enough to reignite the flames in your stomach. Dancing becomes a little harder now that you are so excited.

“What’s the matter?” he whispers.

“It’s embarrassing”, you confess with a heated face.

“Tell me.” 

“No, it’s so stupid. I don’t even wanna do it but it just happens.” 

He guides his touch from your lower back to your waist. Gentle and loving but insanely possessive at the same time. “I promise I won’t laugh.”

You hesitate.

“Promise.”

“I’m, uh, there is slick.” 

Jungkook draws closer, making you chase his kiss. 

“Shit. There is?” 

“Yeah”, you whimper.

He lowers his eyes, making you taste the idea of his kiss. It makes you so desperate for him.

“Is this normal for you or….” 

You shake your head, “it never happened before. Not like this. Or that easily. I don’t know, I’m sorry, I can’t stop it.”

“Holy fuck. Baby.”

“It’s so stupid.”

“No, it’s not. Just kiss me.” 

You kiss him. At least you try to because before your lips can touch, you step on his toes again. Vigorously.

“Ouch, hey”, he gasps, flinching back.

“Sorry! Oh my god, sorry. Are you okay?" 

“Ah fuck”, he laughs, “yeah, I’m okay. You’re a terrible dancer.”

“Hey”, you pout. 

He chuckles and pecks your cheek.

“I want to show you one thing before we make it official”, he says.

“Show me, please.”

“Follow me. You can leave your shoes by the door.”

Jungkook’s home is somehow exactly how you imagined it to be. It is neat and tidy, but doesn’t really have a lot of character. The rooms are spacious with little furniture filling them. The furniture is modern and there are barely any decorations present. It is the house of someone who doesn’t feel at home in it. The desire to make it cozy and homey for him becomes stronger and stronger within you. There are already a million ideas swarming your head.

“You’re quiet. Do you not like it here?” Jungkook asks you.

“No, it’s not that. I’m thinking.”

"About what?”

“It’s gonna sound silly.”

“Tell me.”

“I already have so many ideas on how to make it cozier here. Sorry, I know it’s your house and everything.”

Jungkook steps close and cradles your face, making you look up at him.

“And it’s your home. Make it as cozy as you want to”, he speaks softly, eyes warm and caring.

“Really?” 

He nods, kissing your forehead.

“This place never felt like a home to me anyway. It can use the caring touch of an omega.” 

You can’t explain how he makes you feel because you never experienced it before. The best way to describe it is cozy and safe. You want to curl up close to him and be yourself with him. This is how he makes you feel. As if you are allowed to be your truest You. 

“Speaking of cozy omegas, we’re here.”

“Here where?”

“My surprise for you. I worked hard on it these past few days.”

He opens the door for you, allowing you view of one of the coziest rooms you have ever seen. It is filled with soft surfaces to lie on. A bed, a big sofa, some bean bags, a window bench. Curtains frame the window and the bed. The floor is covered in soft rugs. There are pillows to sink into on every surface and he installed fairy lights on the wall and the bed frame. 

“What’s this?” you gasp.

“It’s your nest.” 

You look at him. He is clearly nervous, smelling of it as well.

“I’m still new to the entire omega heat thing. I know that they’re a thing, obviously, and I know that you like to get cozy for them. I looked up nest inspirations online. It told me that you like lots of pillows and blankets and that I should make it cozy and warm. You can totally change everything in this room, of course.” He touches the side of his neck. “I just thought that I’d try to make it comfortable for you. At least maybe? I don’t know, I just wanna make it nice for you.” 

Your lower lip trembles.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna make you cry. Is it that bad? I’m sorry, I suck at interior design.”

You shake your head and fall around his neck, “thank you.” 

Jungkook closes his arms around you, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You smell of happiness right now. 

“Does this mean you like it?” he asks.

“I love it so much. I never had a nest before. I’m so happy.” 

“You are?”

“Yes, so much.”

You step back, giving him a smile. Jungkook retorts it. You giggle and turn so you can hurry through the room.

Jungkook watches you, enjoying the droopy feelings in his chest. The longer you are in the room and the more details you spot, the stronger your scent of happiness gets. It almost fills up the entire room by now, making him feel so warm and complete. He feels at home in his house for the very first time.

“This is so cozy, oh my god. So soft, wow. I love this colour, holy moly. Wow. So cozy. Wow”, you gush and gasp as you inspect everything and anything. 

You end up dropping into one of the beanbags, nuzzling into it as deep as possible while you purr in contentment. 

Jungkook feels his knees buckle. He got you to purr. Holy fuck, he was seriously placed on this earth to treat you right. 

He closes the distance between you and him, kneeling down in front of you. He comes closer, putting his weight on his elbow which he rests on the beanbag above your head. He leans down to kiss your cheek. 

You stop your nuzzling, gasping quietly as his sudden closeness surprises you. You look up and can’t look away again.

“You’re the most beautiful bride I have ever seen”, he whispers, cradling your cheek with his other hand.

“Oh”, you let out, feeling dizzy. 

“No wonder I had to kiss you.” He furrows his brows. “I know I shouldn’t have done this and I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not angry anymore. You built me a nest”, you tear up, “Jungkook, please give me my bonding night. I want to be with you.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“So sure, please. I can’t take it anymore.” You shiver. “I keep producing slick and I’m so cold without you and, and I wanna feel that good again. Like we did in the shed. I, I wanna feel like this again. Please.”

Jungkook closes his fist on the beanbag, trying to keep himself at bay. His instincts threaten to kick in when you beg like this.

“Do you want it here?”

“Yes, please.”

“And you know what I’ll do to you? What might happen again?”

You deepen the lethalness of your puppy eyes, taking his hand to put it over your stomach. You whisper your words, turning him into puddy.

“I want to feel alive again. Together with you.” 

“Holy fuck, ___”, Jungkook croaks and goes in for a kiss. He growls and stops himself. “I need you to say that you understand. Please, don’t make me do it without hearing it first.”

“Yes, Kook. I know what you’ll do to me. I need you to, please.” 

“Thank you. Oh my god baby, I wanna treat you so right”, he croaks out and finally falls into the kiss. “I’ll never ever force myself onto you again. Never. Fucking never. Holy fuck, baby”, he babbles between kisses, turning you into a weak, turned on mess. “Wanna treat you so right. My baby. Mine.” 

His touch is everywhere at the same time, unable to decide where to find its home. It feels so good. Each spot he touches, tingles and heats up. Whenever he changes spots, it leaves behind shivers and goosebumps before the entire process repeats itself again.

You want to keep kissing him, but soon have to stop because of his touch. You have to gasp for air, you would suffocate otherwise. 

Jungkook, barely holding onto the threat of humanity by now, doesn’t see any problem in being denied your lips. He kisses a path to your neck hungrily. Your aroused smell becomes stronger and stronger the closer he gets to your scent glands. He knows how good it feels when someone kisses his scent spots and he wonders if it is the same for you. 

He kisses the spot on your left side, forcing you to arch your back and gasp loudly. You instinctively grasp his back.

“Do you like this?” he rasps his words, nibbling on the sensitive spot. You smell so good. Jungkook has never felt such an obsession with another’s scent before. He needs it all over his body, melted with his skin so everyone can smell who his heart belongs to. He can’t stop kissing you, picking up more and more of your scent.

“Does this feel good?” he asks again because you were too busy gasping the first time.

“Ye-yeah”, you gasp out, staring at the ceiling in shock. Your fingers twitch and tremble on his back, claws threatening to come out and slice open his shirt. 

What is happening to you? You were kissed on your neck before, but this feels different. This feels lethal, fateful, like it is changing the way you view pleasure. You have never felt so electric before and so close to losing control. 

“You smell so good, I can’t get enough.”

“Wow, oh god, wow…”

Jungkook stays on your left side until he can smell your arousal on his lips. Only then, does he kiss a sloppy path to your right side. He moans when he witnesses you roll your head to the side willingly and he moans again when he goes in to worship your hard working scent spot. And it is working hard. Fucking hell, you smell like pure sex and arousal. Jungkook huffs it up hungrily, biting and licking at the delicious spot. 

All while you stare and gasp and lose control over yourself. The bites feel so good. You want to squirm and moan. Your head is fuzzy, your body so weakened. What is happening? What the fuck is happening to you? You can’t stop producing more slick. You are so hot. Seriously, so fucking hot. Oh god, you can’t think anymore. Anything you can think is how much you need him to fuck you. 

“Seriously, fuck”, Jungkook comes up for air, mouthing at your cheek drunkenly, “you smell so good. I feel high.”

“I wanna be naked”, you croak out, arching your back. You don’t have many thoughts except desire and sex. Being naked is all you crave right now. If you’re naked, Jungkook can potentially bite more parts of you. This is the logic of your fuzzy mind and it is driving you crazy that it isn’t your reality yet.

“Sit up then and let me open your dress.”

You obey gladly, almost dry heaving in desire. Jungkook reaches behind you and opens your dress. He wanted to pull it off slowly to make the moment romantic, but you shrug it off quickly for him. 

He meets your eyes. They are golden and clouded in desire.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks.

“Why not?”

“I never saw you naked before.” 

“Oh.” A little clarity returns to your eyes. “Right.”

He can smell hints of coyness in your scent. And a little bit of nervousness. 

“Wrap your arms around me.”

You obey his order and like this, Jungkook is able to lift you out of your dress and carry you to bed. He lays you down carefully, straddling your lap without sitting down. 

You are below him in nothing but your underwear, feeling small and fragile, but so safe. 

“Do you wanna take it slower?” he suggests.

“No, just nervous that’s all.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. We can slow down whenever you need to.”

“Okay”, you whisper and make puppy eyes at him, “can you, uhm, can you bite me more?” 

“Yes. Wow this is…hah. Of course”, he lets out, “first, let me match you.” 

He is getting undressed. First his tie, then he opens his buttons. His shirt leaves him first, next his belt and last his slacks. He stays in his briefs, heavy cock straining the fabric as much as he soaks it. 

Now sharing in your state of undress, he leans down, taking your hands to pin them gently. He kisses you, blurring your thoughts into one big mess of arousal and safety. His thumbs caress your hands as he kisses you. Your scent is on his face, forcing even more slick to run out of you. Any sort of nervousness you felt is getting wiped out with each new kiss you share. He tastes so goddamn good. His lips are soft and the piercings on them are so exciting to feel.

The kiss breaks when air is sparse. Jungkook stays close to paint paths of worship down your body. He bites the softest spots and sucks marks of ownership on the firmer spots. And you are in heaven, wishing for him to never stop. Such heavenly feelings are unfamiliar to you. You had people mark you before, but it didn’t feel like this. With Jungkook, you need him to continue. You need to know that every single inch of you is marked by him in one way or the other. Whether it be a bite mark, a kiss spot or his scent, you need it on your body and each time he gives it to you, you leak more slick. It is out of your control, unfamiliar and amazing. So amazing. 

Jungkook is lingering over your sternum right now, hot breath tickling your skin. His strong hands are holding you under your armpits, reminding you that you were owned by the safest lover. 

“I know it’s difficult for you, but please stop me if I go too fast. I can’t stop myself once I let go, so I need you to yell it at me.” 

“Please. Don’t stop. Please, you feel so good”, you sigh, writhing.

“Wow, I….fuck, I want you”, he rasps, having to kiss every inch of you. “I want you. I want you so bad.” 

“Ah…please…don’t stop…”

Jungkook reaches your breasts. They are swollen and plumb from arousal. They aren’t always like this. When you are feeling normal, they also look and feel normal. They are how breasts are supposed to be, sagging from gravity and soft when lying down. Not right now. They stay in place. They are a little bigger, plumber and hot to the touch. They also smell like your arousal. Even through the fabric of your bra. It is so much sweeter and richer than it was on your neck. Jungkook moans like a druggy having found his drug, going in for a taste with an open mouth and way too much tongue. 

“Ah”, you whimper, following it up with a submissive mewl. You are losing control again and it feels so good. Why does everything he does feel so good? It is as if you are a virgin being touched for the very first time, which is insane because you definitely aren’t. 

“Your skin’s so soft and warm. I can’t get enough of you”, he mumbles between his hungry kisses, turning you into puddy. You lost sense of how much more you can still take before you burst. 

His masculine, possessive hands hold your breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh desperately. His spit soaks the fabric of your bra, leaving behind spots of coldness whenever he moves on to a new spot.

It happens again. You experience sensations you have never felt before. People played with your tits before, you played with them as well but it never felt like this. It never felt so otherworldly. They are so swollen. You can’t breathe because there is so much pressure building up behind your nipples. You throw your hand over your mouth to muffle the overwhelmed sob, twisting the sheets with your other hand. It hurts. The pressure really hurts not to be taken care of.

Jungkook doesn’t seem to hear your panicked whimper because he doesn’t slow down in his feast. 

“Your scent, I’m so high. It’s insane, holy fuck, so good…” 

It gets too much for you. The pressure hurts so much. You’re scared. What is happening to you? 

Jungkook squeezes your breasts and bites down gently. The pressure bursts. You wail, arching your back as warmth trickles out of your nipples, soaking your bra. 

The sweet scent of it hits his nose instantly. He tenses up and shudders, cock threatening to burst through his briefs.

“What the-”

Jungkook’s instincts tell him to rip your bra off and lick up the sweet scent, but he forces himself to be stronger than them. It is you who lies below him in such a vulnerable state. If he took advantage of that, he would never forgive himself. 

“Jungkook, help me. Please. I’m scared”, you beg him in a quivering voice. 

“Try to focus on me. Focus baby, right here”, he tells you, cradling your cheeks.

Your eyes search aimlessly for a moment, but soon find their home in his gaze. 

“Koo”, you whimper, grabbing his wrists, “I’m scared. What is happening to me?”

“I don’t know. It never happened to me before. My instincts tell me to clean it for you, but I don’t know if you want this.”

“Please, it hurts. Just make it stop, please.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, please”, you sob. 

“Sit up.”

You barely manage to obey. Jungkook supports you, using his other hand to open your bra and tug it off of you. He throws it to the side, helping you lie down again. 

Your breasts, normally victims to gravity, stay plumb and perky as you lie down. It is yet another proof that whatever he is doing to you is working beyond comprehension.

“Holy fuck, ___, your tits”, Jungkook gets out, gawking at them in total awe. They are seriously so swollen, your nipples are so hard and they seem to keep leaking pearlescent liquid. “You’re so beautiful, but holy fuck they’re so swollen. Baby, wow.,”

“I don’t know what’s happening. They’re so… so…there’s so much pressure.”

“I can’t. Oh god.”

If only you and he knew that this is happening to you because he stimulated your scent glands. If only you knew that simulation of said glands only works this well with your true mate. You could have a hundred other men play with your tits the same way Jungkook did, but your body would never fall into such helplessness with any of them. Only he will get you to such levels of pleasure. Because it is only his mouth which is destined to taste your sweet pleasure.

You and he are unaware of this fact however, because this is still new to both of you. 

“What, what do you need me to do?” He stutters, salivating.

“I don’t know. Your instincts, I don’t- ah.”

“Right.” His eyes glow golden. “My instincts”, he growls and gives in to the voices. “Stay still, I’ll take care of it.”

He picks up your tits and squeezes them together so your nipples are close to each other. He lowers his dripping mouth to them, taking in your right first but with the intention that your left will follow very soon. 

His instincts tell him to stimulate your nipples with soft bites first until they are throbbing and then change to sucking them. He listens to his instincts, getting you to moan so loudly that his cock throbs painfully.

“Is this working, baby?” he asks, drooling all over your sweet nipples.

“Oh god, yeah”, you croak, arching your back. You twist the sheets, curling your toes. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Koo thank you…”

“Fuuuck baby, so hot”, he drags out his words until it turns into a growl instead, loving you oh so right.

He bites and bites, licks whenever you sob and bites some more, all while his strong fingers knead your plumpness. And then it happens. You arch your back and wail up as his stimulation finally forces your breasts to tighten and throb. Liquid shoots into his mouth and down his throat. It is the sweetest taste he ever had on his tongue, intoxicating him beyond saving. Jungkook’s eyes roll back, he thinks that for a second he blacks out before he comes back to be totally guided by his instincts. 

He gurgles and moans, sucking the sweet nectar from your right nipple while his fingers play with your left just to keep it ready for him. It is a messy business and whenever he changes sides, he has to lick up the mess he made before he can suck on your nipple. It is not a terrible fate. On the contrary, it’s heaven. For both. Jungkook has never felt this high before while you love his tongue on your body. He is so hot and soft, giving you the perfect contrast to the sharp bites his fangs give you.

“Kook oh god, Kook ah! Ah! A-ah!” 

You spill tears, grabbing your own face to muffle yourself and make sense of what is happening to you. This is life altering. You are in a constant state of genuine orgasmic bliss and it doesn’t want to die down. You can literally feel how Jungkook sucks the liquid out of you, relieving you of the painful pressure as he does it. It helps so much, while at the same time making everything worse.

He might help you with the nectar of your breasts, but your body still keeps producing slick. And it is getting dangerously full inside you. Your panties feel like imprisonment to your cunt. 

You twist a bundle of his hair, sobbing in ecstasy and desperation.

“Koo, I’m scared, it’s so good”, you sob, trembling. 

Your touch motivates him. He is starving for you even though he is currently feasting on you. He seemed to have sucked you dry. No matter how much he bites and sucks, your nipples stay dry. The starvation remains. He needs more of you. 

“More, give me more please”, he orders, growling his words between vigorous sucks.

“I, I can’t. Ah, Kook ah.” 

“Fuck, I can’t stop. You’re so sweet.”

He can’t take a break, he needs more of you. He lets your scent guide him. It gets stronger and stronger, the closer he comes to your cunt. Don’t be mistaken however, it is not your pussy which calls him, but your inner thighs. Your scent glands to be more specific. Working overtime to produce your arousing smell and begging for attention. They are the most sensitive of your scent spots, but you don’t know that yet. You had men kiss you there before, but none of them were Jungkook. None were your mate. 

Jungkook shoves your legs open and buries his face in your right thigh with a growl. His fingers dimple your softness, his fangs tickle your skin. Not long and he bites you. 

Your entire body reacts to it. You tense and flinch as if he shocked you, letting out a howl of surprise. Your empty cunt aches, craving nothing more than him.

Jungkook lifts his head, eyes droopy and drugged and lips still glossy from your tits.

“Is like a drug. You is like a drug”, he lulls his words and drops his face back in your thigh. Your left one for a change. He kisses and licks it, grabbing your waist possessively. He holds you with such strength that he even manages to bring it in a little, forcing you to burn in a fire you were never in before.

“I fucking want you, fucking need you, fuck can’t get enough.”

“I’m so hot, I-I’m so hot.”

“So hot, so fucking soft. Fuck, your smell drives me insane.” 

“Oh god, Kook. I’m so hot.” 

The thing about omegas and heats is that it isn’t as common as one might think. Before an omega has reached maturity, heats obviously aren’t a thing. Afterwards, they are manageable when living with other family members. They feel more as if you were bad mooded and grumpy. You managed to sleep them off whenever they happened.

Burning in this unfamiliar fire as Jungkook repeatedly bites your sensitive scent spots makes you realize that perhaps you have never truly experienced a real heat before. Maybe it slumbers in an omega until they are with their true mate. Maybe the grumpy days are just nature’s way of saving the omega of embarrassing moments in front of family.

You can’t explain why you know, but this is it. This is the real deal. Jungkook stimulated your sensitive glands for long enough that he forces you to go into heat. It feels different from anything you have ever experienced, it even feels different from the thing you thought to be your heat when he was with you in the shed. You were wrong back then, this is it. This is the real thing.

And it scares you so much that you beg for him. He comes up when hearing your distraught, cradling your face. He is clearly far away, seeming changed as well. The only thing having forced him away from you is his stronger instinct of keeping you safe. His dark hair is a mess, his eyes are foggy.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he lulls his words. 

“I’m, I’m in heat.”

“What? It can happen like this?”

“When you bit my scent spots, it made me…oh god, please make it stop please.” 

“What, uhm, what do you need?”

“You. Please fuck me. I beg you.”

“Holy fuck, I-” Jungkook stops himself, growling deeply and twisting the pillow above your head, “something’s wrong with me. I’m losing control over myself.”

“Koo”, you croak, touching his chest. He is burning up, muscles swollen and tense. His heart races like crazy, unnaturally fast at that.

“What is happening to me?” he stresses.

“I don’t know.”

If only you and he knew that his accidental efforts of forcing you into heat, forced him into his ruts with you. If only you knew that these are the effects of being with your true mate. If only you knew that the only remedy is sex. But you don’t know and so you and he are fated to stumble through the unknown, still doing the right things because your instincts are stronger than anything else. It is as if your bodies do the talking without you and him having to speak their language yet. It is most certain that you will be fluent in it one day.

“I want to rip your panties off.”

"Please do.” 

Jungkook gives in and does as he wants. He rips your panties off, throwing the thin piece of fabric over his shoulder. He rips off his own briefs next, discarding the fabric. His heavy, thick cock slaps your stomach. He is so big and swollen by now that he can barely stand up despite his hardened nature. His slick pools in your navel and smears all over your skin. 

“Holy fuck, urgh fuck”, he drops his head in your neck, “it hurt so much to keep it in.”

“Kook, you’re so heavy.”

“I know, I’m so hard that I can’t keep it standing. I…” He lifts his head, cradling your cheek. “Say you want me.”

“I want you.” 

Jungkook shifts his hips so his cock probes at your entrance. You whimper and open your legs widely, putting them around his meaty thighs.

“Just the tip”, he whispers.

“What? No”, you get out and pout.

Jungkook chuckles, cradling your cheek.

“You know, like last time.”

“Oh”, a giggle shakes you and makes your face glow.

He chuckles, soaking up the moment of honest happiness like a dried up sponge would water. Each time he hears your laugh, he falls more in love with you.  

“Just the tip when it didn’t mean anything and we shouldn’t have done it.”

Your giggle changes into a sigh of his name. You gaze into his eyes, building soul consuming connection.

“Right?”

“Right.”

Jungkook allows his tip to fill you. Just enough to let you feel that he was finally there with you. You whimper, spilling tears of relief.

Jungkook wipes them, spilling his own tears. He loves you. This is it. The moment it is official that you are mates. And it happens exactly how he always dreamed it would. You under him, looking so vulnerable and safe as he can gaze into your eyes and see your face change in pleasure. 

“This means everything to me”, he croaks out and buries himself inside you to the base. “Ah.” He twists the pillow.

“Oh god. Ah.”

“Too deep? Hurts?”

“No, it’s perfect. I feel, ah, I feel whole.” 

Jungkook moans your name, eyes filling with emotion.

You touch his messy hair, scratching him behind his ear. Jungkook shivers, eyes threatening to roll back. You are stimulating one of his scent spots, forcing him deeper into his ruts.

“Okay. If you. Fuck. This is my scent spot. It feels. Ahm. I, I have to fuck you”, he struggles with his words, cock throbbing inside you as if it had his own pulse. 

Throb. Throb. Throb.

He fills you with more of his slick each time he twitches. It tingles whenever he does.

“Please don’t hold back. Fuck me like you need to, please”, you whimper, shaking in agony. You tickle his scent spot especially good and it’s over for him.

Jungkook’s fingers slip from control. He can’t hold back anymore. He knows that you can take it. 

He pulls out only to slam into you again in a deep, passionate rhythm. In and out. In and out. It is endless and harsh and feels so fucking good.  

Your eyes instantly roll back and stay there. Your fingers dimple the nape of his neck as you clutch him for dear life. Jungkook himself can’t keep his eyes focused, gazing at you through a veil of blurriness.

“Is this good for you?” he gets out through gritted teeth.

“Good”, you wail, writhing in ecstasy.

“Fuck, I’m fucking high on you.”

He thought that he knew the feeling of your cunt but this is different. This actually forces him to listen to nothing but his instincts. He thought that he was out of control in the shed, but he wasn’t. This is it. You are so hot around him, so soft and you are filled with slick to the very brim. It is Jungkook’s task to fuck it out of you in heavy, strong thrusts, making a mess of your bodies and the sheets in the process. He isn’t aware of it yet but this gives you so much relief. You were bursting inside and now it is finally leaving you. There is no muscle in your body which isn’t currently puddy. Everything you exist for right now is to be fucked by him. There is no other sensation to you than that of his thick cock reshaping your insides. 

“Baby, this is a lot. Holy fuck, this is argh”, Jungkook gets out, scrunching his face in anger. He wants to go deeper, but he can’t. It pisses him off, makes him want to break shit. He knows it’s this stupid position. Fucking good for nothing. Who thinks of something that unfavourable? (Jungkook will think back to this moment once he is clear in his head and wonder why he hated missionary so much.) But he hates it right now. He can’t even see himself inside you, his base is barely inside. 

“More, I need more”, he growls and pulls out.

“No please, please it hurts please”, you instantly beg.

“Patient, I’m rearranging you.” 

Jungkook takes your legs and guides them into a better position. You let him reshape you. This is what your body currently exists for and wants. It needs someone as strong and dominant as Jungkook to bend it to his will. Each second where he handles you feels like heaven. 

He puts your legs over his shoulders.

“Hands.”

You obey, giving them to him. He puts them on your own thighs, squeezing them against the back of them.

“Hold them for me there. I want you to feel yourself shake.”

“Yes”, you whimper. 

“Good omega. What a perfect thing you are”, he lulls and slides his hands to your ankles. He picks them off his shoulders and lifts them up. Like this, he opens you for him. Your butt is lifted off the sheets, your cunt instantly gushes out masses of slick. 

“I can’t keep it in”, you confess.

“It’s good, baby. You don’t have to. Relax”, Jungkook assures you in a hungry whisper, eyes a deep gold and mesmerised by you. He moves his hips close and buries his heavy cock back in you. 

You mewl, curling your toes. Slick drips onto the sheets as it makes space for his girthy length, you feel whole again. 

“There we go, fuck”, Jungkook growls and bottoms out. He stays there for nothing but a second before he pulls out again to pick up a punishing rhythm. 

It feels so good that your eyes roll back and you resort to moaning and wailing for him. Jungkook moans with you each time he is deep inside you. This finally scratches the itch. This is finally as deep as he can go. He can finally see himself inside you. Finally he can see how his thick cock reshapes your swollen cunt. He is so big and you take him so easily, moving and trembling around him as he repeatedly pounds you stupid. If you keep this up, he might get pussy drunk.

“I can’t take this. You’re so pretty. Is it good for you?” 

“Yes. More, please.” 

“You’re so perfect. Holy fuck”, he growls and throws your legs over his shoulders to hold your hips instead and pull you onto his cock each time he thrusts into you. You are tighter like this, jerking off his fat cock.

Your voice pitches and rises in volume. You were never fucked like this before. Your needs were never ever getting satisfied like this before. It is changing you and Jungkook makes it even better by taking your clit between his fingers to massage her. She is so swollen and big that he can jerk her off just a little, making you howl. Your hands drop from your thighs just so you can rip the sheets in your attempt to twist them.

You can’t take it. He makes you climax. It is so intense and fulfilling that your sensitive breasts leak again. You howl his name as it happens.

The scent of your sweet breasts and your pretty face sets off Jungkook.

“I have to. It happens”, he gets out and throws his head back. He moans loudly, falling victim to his orgasm. His toes curl for it, his tones stomach flinches.

And because you are currently in heat, existing for nothing but him, his seed sets you off again. It brings you back into this uncontrollable, intense state of bliss you experienced for the first time in the shed. It should be familiar to you by now, but it is not. 

You cry and sob, knowing that you won’t be able to stop orgasming for as long as your body needs to. 

Jungkook knots instantly, cursing so graphically that he is surprised himself. 

“Baby, I can’t stop. I can’t, I’m sorry”, he chants panickedly, unable to stop his hips from rutting into you. It forces his knot to keep leaving you and then popping back inside. The stimulation is unlike anything he has ever felt before, making his toes cramp from curling them so harshly and his hips become even more violent. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, it feels so good. Stop me, I can’t stop it”, he apologises because you cry so much. He wants to stop hurting you but he can’t. His hips rut against his will. 

“Don’t stop please. It feels so good”, you release him of his guilt, clenching down on him as he drills his knot back into you.

“What? You’re in no pain?”

“No pain. Oh god Koo, I’m cumming again…Ah!” You have to wail, squirting around his thick knot as he buries it inside you over and over again. 

“Ah! This is the best sex I ever had, oh god”, Jungkook moans, arching his back.

The knot fucking burns so deep in such a good way. You are so empty without him, the breach is so intense and once he is inside again everything is well. Your pussy sounds so wet, squelching around his knot sinfully. This is seriously the best sex he ever had.

“It’s so good, I’m so high”, he growls, following your orgasm with his own. It is so unbearable to keep moving but his hips have a mind of their own. They keep rutting and fucking even through Jungkook’s shakes. “I can’t stop this. Holy fuck, urggghh.“

If you knew that your little stunt in the shed would lead to having your guts knot fucked by none other than Jeon Jungkook, you would have agreed to this bond sooner. Yup, we have reached the point of total acceptance of your situation. Fuck that his father didn’t howl. Fuck that you only bonded with Jungkook because you were forced to. Fuck that this wasn’t meant to happen. This right now is everything which counts. It is making this entire situation right. It was meant to happen.

“Jungkook, I can’t stop”, you sob, grabbing for him helplessly.

“I know. I can’t either”, he gets out, holding your hands and pinning them above your head. Like this he is lying himself down on you, folding your willing body in half and burying his knotted cock so deep inside you that you feel him against your cervix. In your state, lost in heat and his seed, it is the highest level of pleasure he can give you. And you thank him with loud cries and your claws digging into his hands against their will. 

His own claws come out to play. He angles his hands so they wouldn’t hurt you. Like this, your hands are under his’, shaking and twitching as he brings you over one edge after the other.

“I can’t stop. Jungkook please help me”, you wail.

“You’re safe. I’m here. Baby, I’m here”, he soothes you and shakes as he manages to bury his knot in you again. You are getting tighter and tighter and his knot more and more sensitive. “Urgh, baby you’re making me- ah!” 

He loses control, pumping your belly full of his hot cum. Now that he is pressed against your cervix, his seed pushes its way right past it, giving you the feeling of being alive you so dearly craved. Of course it sets you off again, of course you cry as if you never had an orgasm before and experience it for the first time. Of course it sets him off again. Of course all of this is happening. It was meant to happen. Of course it was. 

And as you cry and sob in relief and bliss, Jungkook can barely stop his claws from hurting you. He grew in size and strength. Your small, fragile body is in danger of being crushed under him. 

He does what he needs to do. Jungkook grips the headboard, growling like a rabid animal. You are so stretched out, so lose around his knot. And so wet. He can’t stop fucking you with his creamy knot. It feels so good to have you struggle for a second but then take him happily. It feels even better because you moan with such ecstasy each time he drills it back into you.

Jungkook growls and grips the headboard tighter. And tighter. And tighter with each heavy thrust. With each of your moans. Tighter and tighter until suddenly it cracks loudly, breaking into two right under his hand. The bed gives up, forcing you to sink a good ten centimetres. 

“What?” You squeak out, looking around you disoriented. 

“Doesn’t matter. Look at me”, he dismisses it, cradling your cheek tenderly. One might never know that seconds ago he broke the bed with the same hand. “Look at me, only look at me.”

You look at him and fall back into the pleasure, having to orgasm instantly at the sight of him.

You wail for him, watching with blurry eyes as he orgasms as well.

His seed hits you in the deepest parts of you. He fucked you so sensitive that you can feel his thick vein pump it out of him. His knot trembles as it happens, bringing you to your blissed limits.

“Again.”

“Me too. If you- I- me too.”

His hips freeze as he is deep inside you. Your walls tighten and force his knot to stay inside you. He can’t move. It is happening to you as his seed drugs you, his knot does the rest. You can’t stop climaxing. It is finally happening. 

Jungkook whimpers helplessly, dropping your legs and collapsing into you. Your limbs close around him, his own do the same with you. He is on top of you, but gravity forces him to fall to his side and take you with him. You are stuck together, shaking and flinching as your bodies are trapped in the most addicting state of being. You orgasm which sets him off, which sets you off and so on. You should know the drill, but it doesn’t get easier to bear. You drool and sob and moan, holding each other so close that you almost melt together.

Jungkook cries out as an especially strong high hits him, writhing helplessly which ends in your position changed. He is on his back, you serve as his warmest blanket. He hugs you so strongly, knotted cock shaking inside your tight walls. You drool all over his strong chest, feeling far away because you are so close to his scent glands. He smells like sex and ecstasy but also like safety. 

It feels more intense than last time. This kind of knotting orgasm isn’t just sexual, it is also emotional. You want to be close and you are and it is ecstasy. There is enlightenment that what is happening to you only happens because you are with your true mate and this enlightenment makes the orgasms only this much more intense.

The sun is starting to rise once you and he finally come down. You are fucked raw and sore by now, crying into the crook of his neck. 

“Holy fuck baby, urgh. I can’t do it again. I’m cramping”, he says, “sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sore. Kook please I’m scared.”

“Don’t be, I’m here. Baby, my love. I can’t believe we did that”, he instantly falls into a love drunk, sappy state. He hugs you so tightly, feeling up your knotted pussy gently to soothe her. 

“I don’t wanna be on top, please”, you beg, shivering.

“You’re safe, princess. I’m here”, Jungkook says and changes positions for you. Somehow in a mixture of his strength and your refusal to give up his knot, you and he end up in flipped positions. He is still inside you, keeping you bred and warm. All while he gives you warmth through his body, adoring you right with kisses all over your face and neck. 

“I’m so proud. I’m so fucking proud. Holy fuck, I feel high. You did do well. Oh my pretty princess. My baby love”, he whispers between his loving kisses, hands caressing your sweaty, sore skin gently. 

This is instinct as much as it is his heart’s desire. He wants to soothe you, adore you, bring you down gently after lifting you so fucking high. He isn’t aware of how important this is to you. You feel so vulnerable and emotionally sensitive. It would be the same thing if someone decided to start open heart surgery on your aware self. This is how vulnerable you feel and it is Jungkook who makes it okay. It is Jungkook who calms you down and reminds you that you are allowed to be sensitive because he is there to protect you.

“I can’t comprehend this. I feel high. Wow baby, wow. How do you feel?” he babbles.

“Vulnerable.”

“Oh baby, I know. I’m here. Your Kook is here”, he assures you, nuzzling his nose against your scent spot. He hopes that if he nuzzles it long enough, he can spread some of his relaxing scent on you.

It works. Of course it does because your bodies need no instructions to communicate. It is natural and right and makes you and him feel fuzzy. 

You sigh. Jungkook smells the relief against your neck. He kisses a path to your face. Your glassy eyes await him,  eagerly building connection once they can. 

“Thank you”, you whisper.

“No, I have to thank you. This was the best bonding night ever.”

“No, thank you”, you insist, spilling tears 

Jungkook wipes them, knowing that you want to tell him something.

“For what, princess?” 

“For, for making me feel like this. I, I was never in heat like this. I didn’t know that I could and it makes me feel really vulnerable. But you’re so gentle with me and it’s so nice.”

His eyes soften. He whispers your name adoringly and kisses your forehead.

“I feel the same. This was my first rut ever. I didn’t think that it would be so intense.”

“Kook, I’m scared. I don’t know what this means.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m here.” He kisses your nose, stubbing you with his own afterwards. “We can ask someone about it, but all I know for now is that I don’t wanna fucking stop having you close.” 

“Yeah, me too.” 

He kisses your lips, making your heart race and feel at home. He breaks the kiss gently, giving you the fondest and warmest smile ever.

“I’m so proud of you. You did so well, my princess baby.”

“Oh wow”, you get out, having to giggle. 

Jungkook giggles with you, smiling as he steals a cheeky kiss. Afterwards he sits up. He is still connected with you by your middles, making you gasp and shiver.

“Sorry, I shifted. Are you okay?”

“Yes, oh god. What is happening to me? I feel so comfortable.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your sides. He can’t stop looking at you. Your breasts are normal again, natural victims to gravity and so soft. They are still messy and wet from what happened before but nothing new leaves you. Your belly is bloated from his seed and covered in a layer of sweat. No wonder you sweat so much, you were burning up. Jungkook dances his palms over your bloated stomach, furrowing his brows in emotion. 

“So alive”, he whispers.

“So alive”, you sigh, placing your hand over his’. 

“___”, he says and meets yours eyes. 

“Yes?” 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I didn’t get to say it as we were doing it because I was dumb in pleasure, but you are so beautiful.”

“You think so?” 

“I do. I can’t believe that you’re real and, and that you allow me to see you naked. I just”, he exhales shakily. “I’m just so happy”, he chokes out, throwing his hand over his eyes to hide his tears. 

“Kook, don’t cry”, you gasp and pull him down to you. He falls to his elbows, allowing you to hold his hands above your head. 

He is pouting and sniffling. You give him a  smile.

“Don’t cry.”

“They’re happy tears. We’re bonded, I’m so happy”, he says and smiles through his pretty tears. 

Your smile grows, you squeeze his hands. He was right when he said that you and he will get to know each and that it will be nice. You can feel it. You are right for each other. You are so right. 

You put your legs around him and push him deeper again. 

“Oh”, he gasps, squeezing your hands, “wo-oah this felt really intense”, his voice quivers as he speaks.

“It does”, you agree, rolling your hips up.

Jungkook gasps, “what are you doing?” 

“I want more of you.”

“Really? Baby, you’re sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please. Be gentle. Please make love to me, Kook baby.” 

Jungkook spills tears, whimpering your name. This is everything he ever wanted. He pulls out of your sensitive warmth to thrust into you. 

Crack! 

You and he scream in shock as the bed finally gives up completely and comes crashing down onto the ground. Jungkook keeps you safe with his arms around you and your head cradled against his chest. 

You and he share a moment of shocked and disoriented silence before you break it.

“Oh my god”, you let out, breaking into loud, honest cackles. Jungkook looks at you, having to break into laughter as well.

“Did we just get cock blocked by the bed?” 

“I think so. It might be my fault. I kinda broke it when I fucked you with my knot. Sorry.”

“Oh god, Kook.”

You laugh oh so loudly, throwing your head back for it. 

Jungkook has to almost squeak as he laughs with you, heart bursting in his chest. 

“This is so funny. Oh my god.” 

“Yeah, it’s hilarious”, he agrees and goes in for a surprise kiss. 

Your laugh cuts off, a gasp replaces it. Your eyes fall closed and your hands bury themselves in his soft hair. This kiss is emotional and it is deep. It has meaning. It is happy and filled with love. Jungkook lets you experience it to its fullest, ending it with a stub of his nose and a smile. 

“I promise to fix it. I’ll add steel in the frame.”

“So you think we’ll break it again otherwise?” 

“Yeah.” He laughs breathily, nodding his head. “If this is how it feels to be with you during stimulation induced heat, imagine how it will be once it’s your natural heat.”

You gulp, gazing at him dreamily. The rising sun shines on his face, making his skin glow golden. 

“Koo, I think you need to heat proof this entire room”, you whisper, making him chuckle and nod his head.

“I will. I’ll make it safe and cozy. Shit baby, I can’t stop saying it. You’re so beautiful. The sun is shining on you and you’re so beautiful.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, looking at him shyly 

“You’re beautiful too”, you whisper, making him blush. 

“Wow, thanks”, he mumbles, scrunching his nose. He does a little shift to be closer to you. The bed croaks and punishes him for it by making the headboard drop. He catches it before it can fall on top of you

“Piece of shit bed.”

“Oh god”, you laugh “I think we need to take care of this mess first and then continue.”

“Yeah shit, I think you’re right. The bed’s out to get us.” 

You laugh and snicker, kicking your feet happily. He chuckles and shoves the headboard to the side. 

“Come on, let’s take a shower”, he says and picks you up.

You nuzzle into him, feeling beyond safe.

“Do you have snacks too? I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

“Of course. You know what? First fact about me? I’m actually a really great cook.”

“You are?” 

“Mhm, I’m also a total foodie. So if you wanna bribe me into snuggles, get me food and I’ll be the cuddliest boy ever.”

You snicker. It makes your heart flutter when he talks cute with you.

“Do you like food?” he asks.

“Yeah, I like food. It’s comfort.”

“Yeah, right. Do you like cooking together?” 

“I never did it before.”

Jungkook holds you closer.

“Then I know what we’ll do. Shower and cook and I get to give you kisses. And later when you’re not sore anymore, I’ll make that gentle love to you. If you want me to.” 

“Yeah, I want you to. This sounds so nice. Koo?”

“Yes, love?” 

“It’s gonna be so easy for me to fall in love with you.”

“Wow, you. Urgh, you drive me crazy you”, he gets out through gritted teeth and presses you against the next best wall to attack your face and neck with tingling kisses.