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Yoongi was unsure how he felt about the affection he received from the other omegas. He didn’t exactly have time to refuse their advances before he was soaking in a huge bathtub with the other two. It was nice to have company and someone to talk to. The two omegas were quick to offer him something to drink and helped wash his hair with gentle hands.

It had been almost twenty years since Yoongi had had a bubble bath and he had to admit it was a lot more fun than a normal bath. The bubbles were so soft and foamy they smelt like lavender and it was making his eyes heavy. 

Kim Seokjin gave a soft chuckle pulling Yoongi’s back against his chest and letting him rest his head on his shoulder. Yoongi was ready to leave the bath, he was starting to feel old with the wrinkles appearing on his fingertips like a prune.

Stepping out first Jimin wrapped himself in a robe, Yoongi thought he would leave but was surprised when he grabbed another robe and held it out. Yoongi went to get up to let Jin exit but when he moved Jimin’s hands followed him with the soft robe.

Yoongi looked back at Seokjin and saw him pulling on another robe and smiling, “You don’t like the robe Hyung?”

“Sorry, I thought you were offering Jin Hyung the robe.” Yoongi lowered his head and obediently put his hands into the sleeves. “Thanks, Jiminie.”

Jimin under all the spoiled and bratty tendencies was such a sweet charming boy who cared a lot about others and Yoongi was happy to get to know this side of him. That he had given the younger boy a chance to open up to him and show his true colors. Or, maybe it was Jimin who took the time to let Yoongi relax and open up with him.

“Do you want to go for a nap, we are going to cuddle in the lounge and watch a movie, you can join us if you want?” Jimin asked, looking hopeful. Yoongi almost gave in not wanting to disappoint the young omega. Maybe this is what they meant by omega’s nurturing other omegas.

Yoongi patted the younger boy's wet hair and smiled softly, “I have some work to do, I was wondering if I could borrow someone’s laptop or computer or something?”

“Of course, Jungkook has one you can use,” Jimin took Yoongi’s hand. It was such a small hand, though he was younger, Jimin was much stronger than Yoongi. “Here it is, I will tell Kookie that you are in here, he is watching a movie too, so you can work undisturbed.”

“Thanks, Jiminie,” Yoongi patted his head again and Jimin beamed at the praise before searching for some clothes to steal from his mate.

Yoongi opened the website he had been using for his mixtape. Selecting his latest opened his newest creation, trying to reach for where he usually kept his headphones but coming up empty and the song started playing. Face red and heart hammering nervously he paused the music and Jimin’s head poked out of the walk-in wardrobe.

“What was that?” Jimin asked, curiously he was slipping on a pair of sweatpants with his athletic build on display. Yoongi took note of the ‘Nevermind’ tattoo on Jimin’s rib cage and wondered to himself what it meant. He and Jungkook were the only two in the group that he had seen tattoo’s on.

“Uh, it was a song that I wrote?” Yoongi muttered embarrassed, “Does Jungkookie have headphones at all?”

“Yeah, I can go ask him.” Jimin smiled, “Can I hear something you have written?”

“Sure,” Yoongi nervously played the song. The beat was kind of old school and Jimin heard some of Yoongi’s adlibs but they weren’t explored fully yet. Jimin was bouncing on the bed to the beat enjoying the sound and vibe. He liked the word play of ddaeng and the ‘one-eight, one-three, three-eight.

Yoongi watched Jimin intently wanting to see his reaction, a little embarrassed when Namjoon’s head popped into the room he was nodding to the beat listening, Hoseok and Taehyung appearing enjoying the sound greatly.

Yoongi had made a guide which was quiet in the background with what he thought the lyrics fit the song, but he had one completed verse. When he first wrote the lyrics he didn’t think it was first verse worthy but he really liked it. Not wanting to waste some dope bars. He kept it for the second verse. As the second verse began his voice came through the room and his cheeks went red.

“Ddaeng.” Yoongi’s voice was strong, accompanied by his deep hum “Mmm…”

Taehyung was hyped by the verse and began jumping around the room excitedly, Hoseok and Namjoon were both sitting there with thoughtful faces repeating chorus’ and enjoying the wordplay. Namjoon began freestyling a small bit at the end using his own play on words for the sound ddaeng, likening it to a cash register, a game of tag, and more. 

“That’s really dope, did you write that yourself?” Jimin asked excitedly looking at the screen for any sign of another name or some sort of program that could have helped him.

“I wrote the lyrics or what little lyrics I have and I made the track using my software. I have a bunch of tracks I produced and have written for but these are the latest ones I have worked on.” Yoongi explained “I made a trap beat with some eastern instruments to basically diss the community for saying that rap music doesn’t fit with Korean culture.

“Can I get you to look at something?” Namjoon said and brought him down the hall to a makeshift studio, “Listen to this…”

Yoongi stood in his robe feeling out of place while Namjoon began typing away on the computer bringing up a program and a file, he pressed play and Yoongi paused it. “I need headphones. I need to hear the layering and everything in depth”

Namjoon nodded, handing him the headphones, and began listening, Hoseok’s voice came in rapping about being a psycho rapping a cypher. Yoongi enjoyed his flow, it was unique, quite colorful, and fun, Namjoon was very intellectual and full of wordplay. They both had their strong points but they were missing an element that most rappers had.

They didn’t have the raw anger that was needed, sure Hoseok and Namjoon were mad but it was lacking. The cypher was amazing, the third verse they wrote together was quite odd and didn’t really bring the anger that Yoongi wanted it to. Almost a letdown.

“The third verse is shot, cut it out.” They nodded “It needs something rougher something to wrap it up, get the final hype. Hoseok has some serious teasing at the start, Namjoon gets real smart but the end needs to be rough. Make the people mad with raw emotion and power behind the delivery that just wasn’t there.”

“He is right,” Hoseok said and Yoongi made a face as he listened to the last verse again taking the lyrics sheet and began making changes adding entirely different lines in places.

“It is good though you just need to deliver it better, get exasperated on the track, that shit sounds like you are fucking proving a point.” Yoongi stood up from the computer and played the track into the tiny soundproof booth. It was a little portable box insulated just like any other booth Yoongi had rented before to work on his mixtape. 

Even though the booths were different sizes they worked the same and Yoongi stepped inside it had just begun Hoseok’s verse and he was reading over the lines getting ready to record when it got to the third verse he took the lines running putting as much gravel and emotion into the lyrics.

He rapped like he was trying to argue with someone about his worth as a rapper. He delivered the verse as if it was his own cypher he let things flow he got to the section that Namjoon had previously performed and the pace picked up, he didn’t let up the whole time and as he hit the last line he let out a loud laugh he was embarrassed to rap in front of anyone. “Hahaha….. YA!”

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Jungkook chuckled darkly from where he was teasing Jimin alongside Taehyung. The two pulled away at Namjoon’s orders and all the alphas moved across the room and out of reach. Namjoon pushed Seokjin onto the bed beside Yoongi and walked away ignoring Seokjin’s whimpers opting to sit atop the large wooden desk.

Namjoon’s shoulders were not as wide as Seokjin’s but his whole form just poured dominant alpha pheromones which were so strong it even made the other alphas aware of his presence.

“What do you say to that?” Namjoon referred to Hoseok’s earlier question about wanting to be bred. All eyes were on Yoongi who was now squirming in a full-blown heat desperate for their help

“He did, he begged for three days, he wanted somebody to breed him.” Jungkook mocked, Yoongi's already hazy head spun with embarrassment, “You want that don’t you?”

“Of course he does,” Namjoon smirked almost evilly but his eyes were searching for any sign that Yoongi was uncomfortable or unwilling. But he saw none. “If you want us you have to beg for it?”

The three omegas doubled over assuming a position of submission on their hands and knees., the apex of their thighs becoming damp. Earlier Jimin had unbuttoned the front of Yoongi’s Jumpsuit, the older male becoming desperate to undress.

“Please,” Jin’s voice was weakened and he had completely removed his clothes in an effort to cool his heated form. Yoongi was desperate, groaning his hands traveling into the open front of his jumpsuit, plunging into the waistband of his underwear, and wrapping around his cock trying to find relief.

“Don’t touch yourself.” Hoseok’s voice wasn’t raised but it was full of power.

Yoongi was so lost in the haze of the alpha’s scent it was heavy on his limbs and chest. His cool long fingers had never felt so good around his shaft, unable to stop. He couldn’t suppress the moan that bubbled from his throat. He heard a growl from across the room and his eyes met Hoseok’s disappointed glare, he was disobeying his orders.

Hoseok’s strides ate through the rug between them as his hand clasped around both of Yoongi’s wrists and restrained them above his head. Yoongi was sitting back on his knees squirming as Hoseok took his chin tilting his head up. Yoongi tried to avert his eyes from Hoseoks knowing his cheeks were dusted bright pink, but he found himself unable to look away.

“What do you Omega’s want?” Namjoon asked them to vocalize their desires

“I want you koo,” Jimin whined and with a nod from Namjoon Jungkook crossed the room to his lover.

“I would like to come,” Seokjin swallowed thickly, at the raise of Namjoon’s eyebrow, “please sir.”

“Taehyung,” Namjoon nodded in Seokjin’s direction and the young man bounded across the room, his erection equally excited. Yoongi could hear the two omegas being satisfied but couldn’t turn his head from Hoseok’s firm grasp.

“Please touch me?” Yoongi mumbled his cheeks flushed and eyes falling to his lap, he was giving in to the sensations and his true desires. Hoseok seemed stunned for a second before he fulfilled Yoongi’s request, touching his chest and kissing him sensually. The omega whined against Hoseok and was quick to deepen the kiss, the two gettings heated breathing each other in, as their tongues mingled.

Hoseok already knew he felt something more than lust for Yoongi, he was so sweet and soft and beautiful. Hoseok tried his best to make him feel sexy, and honestly, the way he whined made him want to watch all the other alphas to help breed him, he wanted Yoongi.

The way Yoongi was pulling Hoseok closer, he wanted him just the same. Hoseok undressed Yoongi fully from his work overalls and as he peeled off his underwear he saw how the omega had soaked them in anticipation.

“I want you,” Yoongi said to Hoseok, whining as he pulled him against him. Hoseok had been with a few omega’s but this was the first time he had ever been nervous. He cared for this omega, more than he should, they were barely acquaintances, and here he was imagining more than just sex.

Hoseok’s hand twitched at the sight of Yoongi's collarbones and long neck, visions of piercing the flesh with his teeth and marking the helpless omega as his. Hoseok saw the Omega’s cock was thin and long, just like his finger and they were very pretty fingers at that. They pulled at his hair elegantly, they would wear a ring beautifully.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Hoseok’s big hands wrapped around Yoongi’s dick. Stepping forward to press his against Yoongi’s both fitting securely in Hoseok’s hand. He wanted Yoongi so bad but he tried his best to hold back, he wanted Yoongi to feel good before anything else.

Hoseok knew this Omega was new and untouched, he didn’t want Yoongi to feel even an ounce of fear, doubt, or pain. He prioritized his pleasure, kissing him. Eventually laying Yoongi back on the bed between the two other omega’s. Jimin was lying on his back legs bent around Jungkook’s hips while Seokjin was on his hands and knees braced for the quick pistoning of Taehyung’s hips.

Hoseok turned to grab some oils and lubricants to give him a sensual full body massage. However, Hoseok was surprised when he turned back to see Yoongi’s hand clasped with Jimin's, their fingers intertwined. It would have been cute if Seokjin wasn’t leaning over his omega kissing him passionately.

Hoseok had to take a small calming breath, the two omegas in the band often would help each other in heats and during the group's amorous sexcapades. It just felt like he wanted Yoongi all to himself. Starting with a chest massage Hoseok massaged the oil into Yoongi’s skin and down his soft yet small tummy. He was letting his pheromones work overtime, having them encase Yoongi.

“They are so cute,” Taehyung smiled at the Omegas and Namjoon watched his mate getting pleasured. Namjoon had certain tastes and Hoseok wasn’t one to judge.

“Hoseok, I don’t want your fingers, I need more,” Yoongi huffed, he tried to turn onto his hands and knees the natural submissive pose but Hoseok held him still. He didn’t trust himself with Yoongi’s exposed neck, he might accidentally mark him without his consent.

“Stay still,” Hoseok commanded and Yoongi’s squirming came to an end and he scooped up the omega and carried him from the room.

“Did you like letting Taehyung fuck you?” Namjoon growled

“No, I only like it when it’s you,” Jin’s cry filled the hall.

Hoseok walked Yoongi to his room and laid him on the bed, Yoongi buried his face in the pillows making the Alpha hum appreciatively at the sight.

“You like my scent pretty Omega,” Hoseok smiled

Yoongi squirmed whining,“..‘m not pretty,” Hoseok grabbed a stray belt from the floor and crawled up his body wanting to protest the omega’s words.

“I brought you here so that I can concentrate on you and make sure you are okay, whatever you do, don’t take this off. He wrapped the belt around Yoongi’s neck and tightened it so his neck was covered.

Yoongi’s eyes glistened back arching from the bed, “Please”

Yoongi was in ecstasy, he felt full and the pleasure was tingling deep inside him was almost maddening. He watched Hoseok’s muscles ripple the way his biceps were strained and the roll of his hips was quick, precise, and rhythmic like a dancer. Yoongi only knew Hoseok and his body begged for more, his hands clasping the alpha and bringing him closer, his neck extending to the side.

Hoseok pinned Yoongi’s hands down leaving him a whining mess. Yoongi didn’t have much time to think as Hoseok's hand grabbed the belt and pulled not hard but enough to notice a difference in his breathing. Yoongi gasped “Hoseok please,”

Yoongi was so close and something about the look in Hoseok’s eye made his body tighten. Hoseok’s face contorted teeth bared as his hips stuttered, the belt loosened as Hoseok’s body shook and something warm. No, Hot. Something very hot, filled Yoongi, it was stretching him and pressing against him. Yoongi wondered if Hoseok had somehow grown inside him, that wasn’t possible.

“Hoseok?” he called

“Fuck Yoongi, I am so sorry, I tried to stop it but I got carried away,” Hoseok scooped up Yoongi and pressed him to his chest turning to sit with Yoongi on top. Taking off the belt, Hoseok hugged the Omega and allowed him to sleep against him. “It’s midnight sleep.”

Yoongi woke the only light coming from the small alarm clock reading one-thirty. He tried to move but felt stuck in place. Something was inside him, something big, he felt awfully full and there were strong arms wrapped around holding him in place. He tried to move and felt a hand gently rub his lower back.

“Try not to move, we are going to be stuck for a while…” Hoseok muttered sleepily, “until it goes away”

“What goes away?” Yoongi looked between them squinting

“The knot,” Hoseok pulled Yoongi’s head back onto his shoulder, I accidentally knotted inside you”

“Oh,” Yoongi mumbled, nuzzling a little more against Hoseok’s shoulder. Watching the time pass literally, Yoongi was thankful when the knot disappeared and he lifted himself off of Hoseok only to let out a deep cry. Hoseok turned on the bedside light confused.

“What's wrong?” Hoseok called alert. Yoongi was staring between his thighs as a warm sticky liquid started to run down his legs. “Oh, um, follow me to the shower,”

Hoseok started the shower and Yoongi stepped in but was surprised when Hoseok stepped in the shower with him drawing the curtain. The two cleaned themselves under separate shower heads and Yoongi faced the stream of water trying to clean the oil from his chest

He gently touched Yoongi’s neck and Yoongi felt his heart race turning to Hoseok. “What are you doing?”

“You have no idea how much I want to mark you as mine,” Hoseok muttered frantically, turning the water on his side of the shower to freezing, dunking his head under the stream. “Do you feel any pain or aches anywhere, I can get you painkillers?” Hoseok said, turning off his shower and stepping out, and wrapping himself in a towel.

“My legs feel like jelly but otherwise I don’t feel bad,” Yoongi said, realizing he didn’t thank the Alpha for taking care of him. “Thank you, for taking care of me, for making sure I didn’t hurt,”

“Come on little omega time to dry and go back to bed,” Hoseok held out a towel and Yoongi stepped out letting him wrap him in a towel. The two went back to Hoseok’s room and Yoongi blushed, smelling their mixed scents in the air and even more so on the sheets.

“Put this on,” Hoseok gave Yoongi a baggy sweater and the sleeves covered his hands, and smelt so spicy and warm like Hoseok. He took a deep sniff of the collar and Hoseok chuckled softly. Before Yoongi curled up against him and fell asleep to Hoseok's steady breathing.

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Yoongi spent the rest of the day working on the song. Hoseok and Namjoon left him alone in the makeshift studio, they hadn’t heard what he had done in the booth but they were excited to see what he would present to them.

Yoongi dared not mess with the original copy of the track, he made an exact duplicate which he then began tweaking. After 3 hours and a few rerecords, layering and adlibs he was done. Stepping from the studio Yoongi stopped by the bathroom before raiding the kitchen once more.

Thinking about making another Iced americano, Yoongi went about the kitchen looking for a glass. It was a truly lavish home and seeing his tools by the stove a realization struck him. He hadn’t finished wiring the house. He had let himself get distracted and was a little ashamed. Taking the tools he had abandoned, thought of his coffee lingering in his head.

“Hey, I am sorry about not finishing my work, I can install the fan in the dining hall if you are okay with me turning off the power again.” Yoongi scratched his foot against his other leg trying to appear nonchalant, his hands buried in the robe he was wearing. “Not right now as you are watching something but just whenever you are ready.”

“We should probably take a break from this because it’s almost lunch,” Namjoon ordered and the room bloomed with movement like some atrocious unsynchronized dance. Perhaps contemporary or interpretive that symbolized the chaos in Yoongi’s mind. He watched some stand and stretch twisting their spines this way and that to hear the satisfying pops and cracks. 

Taehyung stretched out on the couch, before rolling off onto his feet and straightening his body until it was upright. “We should think about what we should make for lunch.”

“Yoongi do you want some clothes?” Seokjin asked, in all honesty, Yoongi had forgotten he wasn’t wearing anything other than the robe. He had grown comfortable and wasn’t ready to dress. 

“No, thanks. This is comfortable,” he fiddled with the sleeves. Namjoon bit his lip and muttered 'cute'. Yoongi pressed his lips together and looked away. “I will turn off the power and finish the work quickly.”

Yoongi was thinking about what he had to do to get everything done, he turned off the main safety switch which was tucked away in the broom closet by the front door. He saw his coat hanging between theirs and his boots nestled between some sneakers and dress shoes. It warmed his heart to see how caring the band was towards him, he had expected them to be snobbish celebrities but in reality, they were kind individuals that accepted him. There was even a part of him that expected to be tossed aside early that morning once they had had their fun. 

Nestled into the robe for a moment, appreciating the soft texture and gentle scent. Yoongi never thought his life was lacking, nor did he feel like he needed or wanted anything specific. He was always happy in his solitary life, where nothing particular happened. 

Yet there was a part of him that felt odd like he was going to float away but he just couldn’t, stuck uncomfortably in between. His heart was racing, his breathing labored and his body felt like it was buzzing. What did this mean?

Yoongi couldn’t tell what these feelings were and what they meant but it was almost sickening, did he want to cry or hide or just scream really loudly to release the pent-up energy that was hyping him up.

Climbing onto the table Yoongi began working on the fan, installing it quickly and connecting the wires with skilled fingers. A chair moved across the timber floors and when Yoongi looked down he was met by a shy smile from Jimin. The younger boy watched him intrigued by his work.

“Do you need any help?” he said lazily, playing in the box of tools. Spinning the spanner playfully, and putting on Yoongi’s tool belt that he wasn’t currently wearing.

“Uh yeah can you pass me the pliers with the red rubber handle?” Jimin riffled through the toolbox and gave a hopeful expression holding up the pliers. “Yup, they are the ones.”

Yoongi had finished wiring everything and had to lift the fan. Jimin stood up on the table and lifted the fan, resting it on his shoulder allowing Yoongi to work freely. Yoongi attached the fan to the roof and his momentary distraction was over, bringing back the unpleasant feeling.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, confused, “Did we do something wrong?”

“No, I just feel funny.”

“Tell me about it,” Jimin sat down on the table and began packing up Yoongi’s tools and copper wire. “What does it feel like?”

Yoongi sat beside the younger male and began explaining how he felt, Jimin sat listening attentively gently rubbing Yoongi’s knee to help soothe him. “What were you thinking about or doing when the feeling started.”

“I was turning off the power.” Yoongi took a moment to think about what was going on when the feeling started, “and I was thinking about my coat and shoes in the cupboard. I was thinking about how you guys were nice and not snob celebrities and how I liked being here… ah!” 

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, slipping off the table and standing in front of Yoongi holding his shoulders delicately.

“My heart is racing faster, maybe it’s an omega thing, my hormones must be going crazy.” He sighed, rubbing his chest, his hands shaking, “I just feel jittery.”

“Look at me, I will say some certain phrase or word and you will close your eyes and think about it, allowing yourself to feel for a few seconds and then tell me what you felt,” Jimin said, taking Yoongi’s eyes closed as confirmation to continue. “What about the word ‘leaving'?”

Yoongi thought about the word and immediately thought about leaving this apartment and never seeing them again. There was a heat in his chest that made his throat burn uncomfortably, his lips parting and mouth running dry. “Uh…” he swallowed, eyes stinging. “It doesn’t feel good.”

“Did you think of leaving this house?” Yoongi’s eyes snapped open, shocked that he had guessed it. Was Yoongi missing something that was obvious to everyone else, he admitted he wasn’t the best at processing his feelings, preferring to bottle them up and forget about them or if they didn’t leave him he would rap about them. Jimin smiled knowingly, taking his hands. “Close your eyes and think about the word ‘stay’”

Yoongi followed his instructions and felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the word, he felt warm and fuzzy followed by the sickening buzzing in his body. Yoongi’s eyes opened slowly and he cringed, “It felt weird again, jittery.”

“Hmm…” Jimin took Yoongi’s chin between his thumb and crooked forefinger and pulled his chin forward pressing a kiss to his lips. Yoongi thought Jimin’s lips were soft and bouncy, he tasted sweet and kissed passionately. It was different from Hoseok’s.

Hoseok’s mouth made his head cloud quickly, it made his skin grow warm and his heart would race. Hoseok’s lips, like his voice, were like fizzy citrus, bubbly and bright. Yoongi was brought from his comparison by Jimin’s lips trailing down his neck.

The two weren’t fighting for dominance but both just trying to make the other feel good, Yoongi carded his fingers through Jimin’s hair and pulled gently once he reached the nape. Jimin’s moan traveled like electricity down Yoongi’s body striking in the pit of his stomach and made his dick twitch. He lost his breath when the younger male untied his robe and opened it, exposing Yoongi to the warm summer air and letting his smaller hands drift over his torso. 

Jimin guided him to lay back and gently grasped Yoongi’s rapidly hardening length, Yoongi hissed through his teeth when the young omega kissed the tip. Yoongi lurched forward when Jimin expertly took him in his mouth. Reaching out with desperate hands Jimin caught them, sliding his smaller fingers between Yoongi’s longer ones.

Yoongi felt his body tense as his orgasm cascaded over him, his back lifting off the mahogany table and his toes curling against the wood's edge. Jimin pulled away using the robe to gently clean Yoongi. “What if you stay?” Jimin breathed resting his chin on Yoongi’s tummy.

Yoongi looked at Jimin for a moment before he kissed him, moving to pull him on the table. It was more familiar for Yoongi to take the lead as he spent most of his life thinking he was a dominant alpha. He rolled the two over until Jimin laid underneath him and began returning the favor arrogantly. Yoongi knew he had skills with his tongue and fingers.

It was almost impressive how quick and hard Jimin came, his moans were so loud and seductive. It was no surprise that the others had heard and searched out the cause of the young omega’s calls. Yoongi was trying his best to soothe Jimin’s trembling form when a commanding voice cut through the room.

“Well, well, well.” Jungkook said hands on his hips looking amused but playing as if he was pissed off, “Someone was feeling a little slutty weren’t they, couldn’t wait could they?”

Jimin gave a sly grin, rolling onto his side, “Yoongi was feeling upset, so I tried to cheer him up and he returned the favor, really really well might I add, Yoongi’s head game is strong.”

“Is it now, I guess I don’t have to give you head for a week then?” Jungkook walked into the room and sat at one of the chairs throwing one leg over the other amused at the two redressing atop the table. The others all sat around, Seokjin sitting on Namjoon’s knee raising an eyebrow.

“What were you upset about?” Jin asked curiously.

“Uh…” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck embarrassed.

“He said he was feeling overwhelmed with emotion and when we discussed he said he really likes us and being here and seeing how we were treating him so nicely, he was a little upset at the thought of ever having to leave,” Jimin mumbled crawling across the table to Jungkook who ignored him so he sat on Taehyung’s instead of trying to spite his mate. Taehyung accepted him with open arms and nuzzled his face into the back of his neck.

Yoongi had tied his robe and moved to slide down off the table but Hoseok stood up blocking his exit making Yoongi freeze nervously. Did they pity him now, was it truly just them being nice to Yoongi for a good time, and afterward they would never have to see each other again?

“It was just a silly thought, you guys are famous. I understand you like to have a good time and it means nothing.” Yoongi turned from Hoseok and went to exit the other side of the table but Jungkook stood up blocking that exit too. Namjoon and Taehyung stood up Jimin and Seokjin moving to stand at their seats at the table blocking all exits.

“Would you like to stay?” Namjoon asked, “I promise you we aren’t the type of people to play around, we have taken quite the liking to you Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi shrank sitting back on his heels, half facing Namjoon and the other half facing Hoseok. He felt like he was the center of attention and it was kind of an itchy feeling. Yoongi turned to Jimin who made a gesture to his chest and spoke softly, “What do you feel?”

Hoseok gently brushed his fingers across Yoongi’s neck, “I want you to take your time and think it over but, you have been calling to me since we met and not because you are an Omega and I am an Alpha.” His voice was deep and yet still so bright and bubbly, Yoongi could almost taste the citrus fizz. “I just feel drawn to you and if you decide to stay, I would like to date you with the intention of one day becoming mates if that is what you wish. I would never force you to do anything?” 

Yoongi pressed his lips together, his heart racing. He was anxious, nervous, and an all-around mess. His body flared with hormones and the Alphas growled before the wave of pheromones died back down. “He is stressed, perhaps we should give him some time to think. You know stress messes with Omega's heats.” Jin scolded

“I don’t want to leave, I am not sure how I feel but I know I don’t like the idea of leaving,” Yoongi muttered fiddling with the hem of the robe he was wrapped in. Yoongi was laid back on the table and hands caressed him from every side, laying him out on the table like a beautiful crystal centerpiece.

He was ravished without mercy, his mind reeling with their tender words and praises. Yoongi hadn’t cried since he was young but after everything they each asked him sincerely to stay. He buried his face in Hoseok’s neck and let his emotions out. 

It was different from his music, it was scary and different but he felt safe and the warmth blooming in his chest wasn’t the waves of his heat but love filling him slowly until the weight was gone and all he knew and all he felt was soft and good.

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Yoongi almost felt normal, well his ‘normal’ before everything he knew turned upside and inside out. He was back to working in his father’s business and all he had to do was take one small pill. Pulling on his jumpsuit, he called his father just to confirm, he was perfectly capable of completing the work he missed.

Grabbing the keys, the bottle of pills, he decided against the stronger dose as the mild one worked perfectly fine yesterday. Getting into the van he put the address into his GPS and drove to the gated estate in which the famous band members stayed. It was a long drive but Yoongi couldn’t even bring himself to be tired, he wondered if it was the iced americano that made him happy. He repressed any thoughts that it might have something to do with the fact he was heading back to the apartment filled with the impressive Alphas and beautiful Omegas.

He would be lying if he hadn’t felt his heart flutter when he thought about seeing Seokjin and Jimin again in the flesh and a tiny flutter in his tummy when he thought of the Powerful Alpha’s each with a delicious scent that haunted him.

Yoongi pulled into the driveway and stopped before the Barrier Arm his window in line with the security booth, he leaned over showing his ID and giving his business.

“You aren’t on the list?” Yoongi frowned and called the number Seokjin had given him and it went through on the third call.

“Hello, this is Kim Seokjin,” the omega answered, making Yoongi take a sharp breath, his mouth feeling dry.

“Hey, it’s Min Yoongi, your electrician, I am out the front to finish up the repairs but I can’t get in, I can come back another day if it’s not a convenient time” Yoongi flushed as the security guard watched him, it was awkward.

“I will come down, wait there” the phone line went dead and Yoongi forced a laugh.

“Have you had a long day?” it was such an awkward question on top of an awkward situation, Yoongi wanted to leave quickly. His savior came in the form of Kim Seokjin who slipped into the car and the barrier arm was lifted.

“Why are you so pink?” Seokjin asked, placing the back of his hand on Yoongi’s forehead.

“I just made an absolute fool of myself with the gatekeeper,” Yoongi huffed his lips pursing, “I am never coming back here again,”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Seokjin laughed “I enjoy your company and I wouldn’t mind seeing you again, well that’s it you can never leave, if you see him again you will turn into a tomato”

Yoongi laughed wholeheartedly, something about Seokjin’s expressions was so lively and comical and it made Yoongi feel giddy just seeing it. Like he could play around and not be judged, not that Yoongi had ever really cared what people thought of him. It’s just he usually had a stone-cold exterior and found it awkward to speak about anything outside of a professional setting. 

So it was easy to laugh and joke around even embarrass himself in front of the omega when it couldn’t compare to what had happened during his heat, this man had seen him at his worst and yet still wanted to be friends and that's what gave Yoongi the confidence to relax.

“Come on in, let me help carry some things,” Seokjin said, “Oh, I forgot to warn you, Jimin is in heat but he is in his bedroom and that shouldn’t affect anything right?”

Yoongi shrugged unsure if it would affect him or not, he hadn’t been exposed to anyone in a heat, hell he had only had a heat once. “I’m not sure,”

“How did the appointment with the specialist go, you were available, I didn’t know if you were busy on that day so I just guessed, I hoped you could make it, it’s not easy getting into seeing the specialist there as she is very good.” Seokjin said

“She doesn’t take new patients either so I am wondering what strings you pulled to get me an appointment?” Yoongi huffed the stairs and took a lot out of him and the two stopped halfway on a small landing to catch their breath. The two laughed at one another, “I am getting too old for this?”

“Tell me about it, everyone else seems to be spring chickens and I am over here taking afternoon naps,” Seokjin laughed “The only thing that doesn’t age is my pretty face and my attitude.”

“I want a nap,” Yoongi mumbled, getting to the top of the staircase and walking down the hall until they reached a familiar door. 

Seokjin opened the door, with a cheeky grin, “You can take a nap and finish the work in an hour if you want?” 

The house was as luxurious as Yoongi remembered, he declined the offer to rest wanting to get his work finished. He stepped in hesitantly and the scents lingered in the walls carpet and floated in the air like pollen. It was captivating and safe and for the first time since he left he relaxed.

Taking out the clip board, Yoongi went over the details of where he was adding new powerpoints and light switches that he had run through the roof the last time he was here. He switched off the power as he always did for his own safety and got to work. It was easy and with every breath he felt his body relax calmer and calmer until his eyes shut for a moment.

“Jin, the air conditioner isn’t working,” Yoongi caught the most delicious scent drifting down the hallway and when he turned he saw a very naked and extremely sweaty Hoseok in his boxes.

“Oh, I am sorry, I didn’t know we had guests?” Hoseok said, Yoongi didn’t want to admit it but the band members had left a strong impression on him and he spent his time researching their music and finding out about each member's personality. 

Yoongi was captivated by Jimin his singing and dancing, the way he moved was honestly so captivating that Yoongi could admit he had fallen in love with Jimin when he performed. But, his eyes were often stolen by Hoseok, in interviews he stole the spotlight and made Yoongi laugh, and in his dance he could be a total wild card. Was he sweet, sexy, tough, romantic, bouncy and light, or soft and passionate?

Hoseok seemed the total opposite of Yoongi, Hoseok was outgoing and loud by nature, and well that intrigued Yoongi a lot more than he wanted to admit.

“The power is out, because Yoongi is finishing up the electrical work,” Seokjin said exasperated, “maybe try not to…”

Seokjin dropped his voice and Hoseok giggled, “You know Jimin whines if I don’t give him what he wants.”

Moving to the fridge which was right beside Yoongi. Yoongi tried to focus on his work as he leant over the counter to reach the back wall where he was attaching wires for a powerpoint. 

Hoseok moving closer pushed his scent in Yoongi’s direction making his stomach churn and his knees weaken. He reached into his pocket and took the mild pill and he sighed in relief, knowing he was safe. 

What he didn’t expect was for Hoseok to slide past him, he put a hand on Yoongi’s waist as a preemptive warning that he was stepping behind him, and he reached up trying to grab a glass from the cupboard above Yoongi’s head.

Yoongi felt the churn in his stomach again, this time heavier, his legs shook and he gripped the counter a small whimper falling past his lips. Yoongi tried to lift his chest from the counter but it was a form of submission and his body automatically doubled over the bench for the dominant Alpha behind him. His earthy scent was intoxicating, grapefruit, pepper and cedar. He was fresh, spicy, and warm.

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Crying out in ecstasy Yoongi was overwhelmed by the loving hands that caressed and teased him, they were relentless. Seokjin and Jimin both helped to please Yoongi, their eyes wide with excitement to watch Yoongi being filled by his Hyung's. The omegas were exciting as their scents all mixed, “You are so pretty Yoongi-Hyung.”

“Sweet like Sugar.” Namjoon licked his lips as he took a step back, the group admiring their work.

“Sugar-Hyung,” Hoseok hummed affectionately, watching Seokjin and Jimin gently wipe Yoongi down with warm water and soft clothes.

Yoongi didn’t know exactly when the decision had been made but he was accepted into the house permanently and found himself spending most of his time snuggling on whoever's bed was free and warm. Which meant the days when Hoseok woke at ungodly hours of the morning, just so he could wash the sheets. He would be kicked out from the confines of the heavy comforter and woken from his slumber.

When this happened he found himself sneaking into Namjoon and Seokjin’s bed and the two larger men would pull him between them and cuddle him. It was quieter and less chaotic than the younger trio’s bed, whenever he found himself in their bed they had a tendency to let their hands wander.

Seokjin and Namjoon were less likely to let their hormones take over but the probability was never zero. He laid his head on Seokjin’s broad chest enjoying the soft fig and papaya scent. Pressed against his back and caging him in was the strong form of Namjoon, his thick biceps draped over the two omegas protectively. His pine and cinnamon scent, a reminder of his frequent hikes and the tiny greenhouse on the balcony.

In the midst of a rather wholesome dream, Yoongi felt a hot flush overtake him. His dream took a turn, the sweet scene turning spicy as he imagined various escapades with Hoseok. The desire swelled in his chest, as dream Hoseok took him from behind his lips pressing against Yoongi’s neck. 

Excitement and hope spiked as Yoongi felt the scrape of teeth at his nape, “Hoseok.”

“Yoongi, wake up, you are dreaming,” Namjoon whispered in his ear making Yoongi shiver awake but the disappointment set in. “You have been releasing pheromones and whining for Hoseok.”

Yoongi didn’t know why but the tears started to leak from the corners of his eyes, rolling over his nose and seeping into the pillowcase. “Hey, shh… tell Hyung what’s wrong?”

Yoongi rolled into the child's pose hiding his tears from the world, taking small gasps, his body shaking. Jungkook must have caught the scent of Yoongi’s pheromones, his mix of arousal and sorrow. Seokjin was quick to order the younger boy to carry Yoongi to Hoseok immediately. 

Yoongi was scooped up into Jungkook’s strong arms crying, Having been face first in the pillows Yoongi hadn’t seen that Jungkook was in fact shirtless, his grey sweats desperately hanging onto the young man’s hips. Jungkook’s hands were cupped on Yoongi’s ass, supporting him from slipping. The omega tried desperately to wrap his arms around Jungkook, settling instead to grip his biceps and cry into his pectorals.

Jungkook shushed him, the sound of a door opening allowed Hoseok’s voice to drift from the studio into the hall where Yoongi sniffled. He wanted to get his emotion under control so that Hoseok wouldn’t pry and hear his lame reasoning as to why he was crying so early in the morning. There was nothing more embarrassing than saying he was disappointed by a really good dream and wished Hoseok would mark him and keep him forever.

“Hey, what’s-” Hoseok’s words were cut short by the clatter of a headset on the desk, Yoongi was pulled from Jungkook’s arms. He laid the omega’s back against his chest and nuzzled his neck. Tears erupted heavier as sobs broke past Yoongi’s lips. Jungkook took his leave, letting the two have some privacy.

“My Suga, What is wrong?” Hoseok had a funny way of calling Yoongi, it sounded more like ‘shooga’ than like sugar.

“I had a dream,” Yoongi whimpered, pressing his fists into his eyes in an attempt to wipe away the tears that were betraying him. He wasn’t weak and he didn’t want Hoseok to ever think he was someone who let his emotions take control of him.

“A bad dream?” Hoseok asked, trying to turn Yoongi on his lap so Hoseok could look up at him.

“No,” Yoongi whined, protesting the idea that the dream he had could have ever been considered a nightmare. The Hoseok in his dream was affectionate and loving he didn’t hold back and made Yoongi feel so safe, he knew all of Hoseok’s intentions and the two were both in tune with each other's emotions and they didn’t have to speak to just know. Maybe it was stupid clearly the Hoseok Yoongi had conjured in his head was just that, they knew each other's thoughts and feelings inside because he had conjured this Hoseok from his own mind.

Taking a small breath, Yoongi buried his face in his hands, swamped by the soft sleeves of Hoseok’s sweater. “It’s nothing.”

“Jimin said you hold all your thoughts and emotions inside and we won’t know what the other is thinking if you don’t tell me.” Hoseok reasoned gently, rubbing Yoongi’s shoulders in an effort to make the omega relax and open up. 

“It was a good dream, we were together on the bed and you were doing everything I liked and then you marked me.” Yoongi made to stand up, “It was just a dumb dream and I am sorry for bothering you, I know we aren’t really anything I guess it’s just the omega part of me wanting to be marked by an Alpha.”

Hoseok let Yoongi walk across the room, it was short-lived as the Alpha threw him over his shoulder and carried him down the hall, and threw him onto the freshly made bed. Hoseok kicked the door shut and climbed over Yoongi kissing him with so much passion all of Yoongi’s doubts were fading away. The small lingering disappointment resting in his heart as a reminder, no matter how hard Hoseok kissed him the feeling never disappeared completely.

Hoseok was different from his usual excitable state, his hands were gentle and his moves slow and full. Rolled onto his stomach, hips lifted up, Hoseok seemed to care about Yoongi’s pleasure and neglecting his own. Yoongi noticed the Alpha wasn’t doing half the things he loved to with him. 

“Hoseok, let me help you?” Yoongi gasped trying to turn but Hoseok gently held him in place taking some deep audible breaths.

“I love you Yoongi,” He breathed, making Yoongi’s heart flutter with the words. “Do you feel the same way?”

“Uh, yes,” Yoongi whined, the pleasure was becoming too much.

“Say it.”

“I love you.” Yoongi buried his face again but he knew the red had spread to his ears and neck. Hoseok kissed his neck and whispered his hot breath brushing the shell of Yoongi’s ear.

“Would you like to stay with me forever?” Hoseok received a nod from Yoongi which made him scoff. “I need you to say it Yoongi, remember we won’t know what each other is thinking and feeling if we don’t say it.”

“Yes, I want to stay with you forever.” Yoongi cried out his body tensing as Hoseok’s lips pressed once more to the back of Yoongi’s neck. “Please.”

Teeth claimed the soft skin of Yoongi’s neck marking him forever as two equal halves of a pair and mates. Yoongi shivered as Hoseok soothed the bite with his tongue. Elation was all they felt as they slipped into their own Utopia within the soft sheets. Yoongi was finally excited to share his forever with Hoseok.

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Yoongi thought back to his graduating class, was there anyone whose results could have been switched. He wasn’t sure if he could really pinpoint anyone who could have accidentally switched their results.

“So, on top of the misdiagnosis, you haven’t experienced any heats until just last week?” The doctor asked typing on her computer. “You have experienced fluctuations with weight, acne, any excessive body hair?”

“No, I haven’t had anything?” Yoongi wondered what those things had to do with all this, he was just here to get some suppressants now that he was an Omega. It didn’t matter to Yoongi when his body decided it was ready or how, he didn’t care what his first or second gender was he didn’t care about things like that.

“So,” The doctor turned from her computer and looked Yoongi in the eye, “our dilemma is, that you haven’t technically gone through puberty properly, you have for your first gender your voice deepens and such like that, but you hadn’t gotten your first heat until a week ago.”

“Okay, so I am going through puberty now?” He asked confused, “what does that mean?”

“It means your heats will be unstable, greatly so because it is trying to play catch up with the rest of your body, I am prescribing you a rather strong suppressant and also a mild one, what I would like you to do is collect them today from the pharmacy and carry them with you. Your body at any moment could fall into a heat again, if and when that happens I want you to take the mild suppressant if that doesn’t alleviate the symptoms I want you to try the stronger ones.”

“So you're saying at any moment I could just,” Yoongi clicked his fingers emphasising his point. The doctor nodded grimly. This wasn’t what he had expected to hear at all. “So if it happens the weak one and if they don't work the stronger ones''

“Yes until we can find the right dose there is no harm in using the stronger medication as a failsafe to stop any pheromone secretion and to ease your discomfort during this time,” the printer behind the doctor whirred to life and his prescription was spat from its mouth. “The thing is I have to warn you, your body is vulnerable to pheromones and it can in fact trigger your heats. This transition may last anywhere from a few weeks to a year”

“It might take a year for my hormones to even out?” Yoongi asked, exasperated by the information. 

“Yes, I recommend perhaps seeking a partner to help with your symptoms, or simply taking the medicine until things settle down.” The doctor paused, handing over the prescription and paused, “I don’t think it will be worth mentioning, but there is a slight chance that the medication might make your symptoms worse as they will try to overcome the suppression, its basic instinct that when in heat an Omega desires to be bred. But the chances are so slim that I don’t believe you should have a problem.”

Yoongi’s mouth was hanging open, so not only could it happen any time any where, for no apparent reason, or even induced by an Alpha just walking past, it might not be something he can suppress and to top it off it would last a whole year. “Being an Omega sucks.”

He snatched the prescription from the bench and headed to the pharmacy, which was connected to the doctor's office by a set of clear automatic doors. The man at the counter seemed way too excited to see Yoongi.

“Hey how can I help you today?” The man chirped up, eyeing the prescription in Yoongi’s hand as if it were a winning lottery ticket. “Do you have a prescription to fulfil?”

Yoongi wanted to tell him that of course he did, why else would he come in holding the obvious medication script if he wasn’t filling a prescription? It’s not like he was in a particular mood to chat with the pharmacist. But he held his tongue and handed the paper over.

“If you would like to sit we will have your medicine ready quickly” He gestured to a few seats before heading to the back. Yoongi called his father asking him what their plans were, he was bored not working and if he didn’t get back to work he wouldn’t be able to afford rent.

“Well we have a few small odd jobs today and tomorrow but on Wednesday we have Mister Kim’s Apartment again.” Yoongi’s dad rattled off everything left over since Yoongi had gotten sick and was unable to finish the wiring.

“Listen, put me on for some jobs and I will finish the wiring on Wednesday, it’s my fault I didn’t finish it in the first place.” Yoongi sighed standing to collect his prescription, “I need to get back to work” 

Yoongi was happy to be back at work, after his days off during his heat he just wanted to forget all about it and do what he did best. The first few homes were easy, the omega’s who were home were super nice to Yoongi as always and he finished up his work and quickly left. It wasn’t until he walked into the last job of the day, an Alpha who needed a powerpoint installed, easy work but his pheromones were kind of annoying.

Yoongi felt the familiar dull ache in his stomach and quickly took the weak suppressant and the symptoms disappeared easily. He finished his work and left quickly not wanting to smell the Alpha’s sickening pheromones. They were nothing like the band members he had spent his heat with, even the omega’s smelt better than that Alpha.

Yoongi was disgusted that even some weak pheromones could induce his heat, but on the bright side the mild suppressant he was given did the job, he was feeling perfectly fine. Perhaps this wasn’t going to be as scary as he thought.

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Yoongi felt the bed shift and groaned in response he wasn’t ready to wake. There was one thing he loved more than anything in the world and it was the confines of his bed. He had to admit this bed was a lot more comfortable than his own and it smelt a lot better as well. 

It wasn’t like he had forgotten the activities he had engaged in the previous night, it was that he wasn’t ready to think about them. He was too tired and honestly, he never saw himself as someone who needed to justify everything that he or other people do. He never cared about labels or relationships in general.

Perhaps it was because he had never stayed in a relationship long enough to want someone in that way. He had been in a few but they never lasted, some of his partners left as he wasn’t the alpha they were looking for, and now that his body matured into its natural omega state he understood why.

He wasn’t what some people wanted or needed and that was okay, Yoongi knew that the right person would want him and he didn’t need to act differently or try any harder. Most of the time it was this mindset that was the last straw for his previous partners. He would spend most of his time sleeping, eating, working and all other free time he spent in his room working on his mixtape.

Yoongi knew he wouldn’t be anyone famous but he just couldn’t stop the inspiration, he couldn’t sleep unless he got the thoughts and feelings out. He couldn’t clear his mind until the track sounded perfect and when it did the words escaped him lifting the weight of the world off his shoulders.

It would be impossible for him to stop his one and only coping mechanism for someone, he didn’t think there was anyone in the world, who he would willingly give up everything for. He couldn’t change who he was and if he had to was that really the person for him. Could he say they truly loved him for who he was if he had to stop doing the things he loved?

“Eh, Yoongi” A voice called fingers trailing over his shoulder blade, it was one of the nicer ways he had ever been woken up before. Was it the gentle touch that made his body melt further into the mattress or the deep voice laced with the alpha’s calming effect?

Perhaps the mix between Hoseok’s scent and his own, the way it made him happy and a little bit proud, their scents mixed well together and he wanted Hoseok to always smell like him, to ward off any other omega’s.

“Hey, Hoseok are you awake?” A voice called sweetly, too sweetly. Yoongi frowned, turning his head to the intruder, Jimin in one of Jungkook’s big shirts waddled in, his sock-clad feet slipping slightly on the linoleum flooring as he crawled onto the bed. Hoseok’s bed where he had been sleeping peacefully.

Jimin snuggled under the blanket and buried his face in Yoongi’s neck, making the older male soften slightly. “You can stay forever if you want, Hoseok really likes you and I like you too Hyung.”

“Jimin you can’t ask that of him, it has to be something he decides not something we ask of him,” Hoseok said, “we made pancakes, they aren’t as good as the ones Seokjin makes but we tried our best”

“Tell anyone other than Joonie to bring them in here,” Seokjin yawned rubbing his hips and lower back, “we are going to have some omega time, we are worn out from last night’s activities”

Yoongi was pulled into Jimin’s embrace until his back was resting on the younger male's chest and it was strange how much he liked it. Strange that he felt such a strong connection with another Omega. 

“Relax,” Seokjin said, “It is normal for Omegas to take care of one another when the Alpha’s are away.”

“Ok,” Jungkook smiled, holding a large platter filled with pancakes, fresh fruit, bacon, and more breakfast goods. “We have sustenance for the omega babies”

Jungkook’s teasing was met with three flat glares and he giggled, dodging a few pillows, “Hey stop before he spills the food,” Namjoon used his alpha voice and the food was placed on the bed.

“We hope you like it, we aren’t really good at cooking?” Taehyung said softly

“Eh? ‘Scuse me, Taetae I got coffee,” Hoseok weaved between the alpha’s and smiled, handing over Iced americano in beautiful tumblers each with a shiny metal straw. “I didn’t ask how you have your coffee and now that I think about it, I didn’t even ask if you like coffee”

“Hobi is cute when he is nervous,” Jimin whispered into Yoongi’s ear as he tried the caffeinated beverage, nodding happily.

“It’s good,” Yoongi gave the younger man an affirmative nod, his view of Hoseok was obstructed by a fork with some fresh melon. He wondered why Seokjin was obediently feeding him. He had hands and could feed himself but watching the interaction between the two omega’s he almost laughed.

Yoongi knew Jimin was a bit of a brat, the kind of kid who used a pouty lip and puppy dog eyes to get what he wanted and that was exactly what happened. Yoongi leaned over, eating anything the eldest offered Jimin. Seokjin thought this was hilarious and couldn’t help his squeaky laugh from filling the room so early in the morning.

“Don’t be mean, I am hungry too,” Jimin pouted and Yoongi stabbed a strawberry and pushed it past the younger boy's pouty lips and left it there.

“You have hands,” Jimin reluctantly ate, grumbling under his breath, “you are so mean, I am not going to bathe with you.”

It was a strange threat. When did they decide to bathe together? He wondered if this was normal. Were all omega’s so close? Seokjin tapped his shoulder and winked slyly.

“Alright, Yoongi and I will bathe together and you can be all by yourself,” Seokjin mocked being stern.

“No!” he whined and jumped on the two, a few stray grapes rolling off the platter onto the bed. “I will be good.”

“Jimin being good,” A voice said outside the door, “Why I never thought I would live to see the day.”

Namjoon’s head popped in, he was smiling softly at the soft sight that was the boys entangled together on the bed. He always felt proud of their little group, proud he could protect the omega’s and lead the Alphas. It was not an easy feat especially with the wild card Taehyung who was an AB blood type which meant he was an Alpha but would never find a mate. It was so perfect that he fit into the mated relationships so well as an equal counterpart.

“The boys prepared the bath for you, I am on dishes so if you are done I can take them from you.” Namjoon gave a dimpled smile. “You are all very cute this morning.”

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