You've woken up to the subtle shaking of the bed more times than you can count over the past 3 weeks. The sleepy grumbles of Yoongi voicing his dismay mainly fall on deaf ears, or earn only whispered apologies cut off by moans. You've woken to hidden, steady hands taking you out of the subtly rocking nest. Jungkook similarly placed over a shoulder or into someone’s arms because the pups need their beauty sleep, even if the pack alpha and pack omega have different delights in mind.

You know better now, but at the beginning, Namjoon and Jin used to just invite everyone to join. You spent half a week sleeping until 1pm because you somehow always ended up between the pack omega and pack alpha. Until Yoongi put a pin in it and told them that unless it was one on one, they should keep his mate out of it.

(You might have asked him to say that, or agreed that it was necessary. Namjoon does make everyone a little sore, and it's hard for you to know what's best for you when you want so much, when in the moment you don't even want to say no. But Yoongi always knows what's best- for you and the pack.)

More familiar is the sound of giggles echoing off the vaulted ceilings as the pack omega and alpha scurry off to another room in the house after a look turned sultry or a grumble on Namjoon's part. To the settee in the dressing room or the hot tub on the balcony. No spot is safe.

You don't pretend to understand how the pack alpha and pack omega flirt, because Namjoon accidentally spilled a bit of his coffee the other day, jerking because of how hot it was. And Jin sighed and told him to take off his pants.

You didn't stay around much longer to see what happened after that- so you don't know if the flirting even makes sense to them. You caught Jin on his knees before Namjoon in the downstairs laundry room yesterday morning. Everyone's caught them in the act at least once over the last 3 weeks.

They're kind of being a little ridiculous. You’d never say anything… if it wasn’t for the rest of the pack very loudly and verbally voicing their dismay whenever Namjoon and Jin go from sharing a cup of coffee to fucking on the kitchen counter, in the middle of breakfast.

You all know what Namjoon is trying to do; this is a breeding frenzy. A rut and heat without a fever. Jin's mating mark is pinkening up well. A small little mark, healing more with every day. Namjoon did it so neatly- it's a mark that anyone could be proud of. Namjoon's is a little larger- a little bit sloppy.

"Were you guys like that?" Hoseok asks Yoongi one morning, sitting out on the porch with breakfast and coffee while you listen to namjoon and jin inside the house who have recently absconded after a non verbal look and giggle.

Yoongi shrugs and looks at you. Listening to the tumble of Jin and Namjoon on the steps just inside. You consider your mate over your cup of coffee, bundled up between Tae and Jimin. Tae's giggling and playing with your hair while Jimin makes sleepy love-struck eyes at her over the top of your head, fingers listlessly rubbing over your knee. Feeling the faint roughness of hair there.

Jimin's hair is all spiked up, separated with small rubber bands hair dye turning the lemony roots all silver. Maybe longer if the sounds inside don't quiet down. You did his roots last night but fell asleep without toner, he'd woken up so yellow.

"It was different," Yoongi answers with a shrug.

You look at him, raising your eyebrows. He fiddles with his coffee cup, puffing his cheeks out before looking away. You smile and lean into Tae, who stifles her giggles at the blush growing on Yoongi's hairline. "The love came later, unlike with Namjoon and Jin-"

Yoongi is instantly interrupted by the boom of someone hitting the wall just inside the door, maybe an open palm. "Yes! yes! yes!" booms too.

You laugh, and Yoongi sighs, going to the door and knocking. “Guys- the whole street can hear you!”

Jungkook thumps up the stairs, back from his morning run, looking sweaty and gorgeous. He pecks the back of Jimin’s neck, then your forehead, tugging on one of Tae's rolled curlers so he can peck the spot behind her ear. When he pulls back, he has a splotch of purple toner on his cheek.

“Hear what?” he asks. Jin’s moan cuts him off. “Oh that.”

They scuttle away, and by the time you open the door, you only see Namjoon’s bare ass disappearing around the corner. Clothes left heaped there that Jungkook hums and picks up- no doubt considering adding them into the nest upstairs.

Pretty soon, the sound of the headboard in your and Yoongi's old bed slams against the wall, starts up again in the sound of an even rhythm that you’re intimately familiar with. You wince, thinking of the state of the drywall.

After they mated, Yoongi had to go around with spackle for the first few days. He only truly got frustrated after finding a spot by the stairs. Two round imprints. "Jin! If you push Namjoon hard enough into the wall for another ass print, I'm divorcing you! He is not a tree; you can't literally climb him!"

Now, Yoongi just hums, looking vaguely ruffled, his cowlick sticking up at the back, which makes your heart squish irrationally. The same way it does every morning. He fills up his coffee cup at the little coffee stand, a pink cup and dark liquid. Kind eyes and worn knuckles. All of it.

Hobi steps up behind him, wrapping his arms around Yoongi's waist. "That was like such a non-answer."

"You seem very concerned by the amount we fucked after we mated."

Hobi hums, looking a little devilish, "maybe i just want to make sure."

You hide behind the edge of your coffee cup, unable to look at hobi for longer than a glance without blushing.

Maybe you understand a little why mates are like that. Why Namjoon and Jin keep their hands off each other these days.

"What I meant was- the love was there- but the sexual basis for our relationship wasn't for a while."

You snort into your coffee cup. "That's a nice way of saying we were both emotionally constipated." but it's all fond.

He looks away from Hobi and then back to you. "I also think I ate you out every night for a week once we actually like- did it- so-"

The other pups roar with laughter at your spluttering. Jungkook wraps his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling into the top of your head, body shaking. “Oh my god, you are such a teenager, ‘did it’”

 You choke into your coffee cup. "Yoongi-"

"What? Like they all don’t know?" You blush furiously, but when Yoongi reaches a little meanly to open your legs and stand between them at the kitchen island, you let him.

Your mate is one thing, but with Jin, you don't know how he's surviving at all with Namjoon's monster cock. But anytime you ask him, Jin's instincts say his mate should certainly show you the benefits of belonging to a pack with an alpha like his- Jin's alpha. Jin's always, Jin's forever and ever and ever.

You've heard him chant that. A touch of Omegaspace that interferes with his better judgment. In a few days, he'll complain of soreness and get dragged to the hospital for a gynecology visit. And the doctor will go from praising a normal, healthy sex life, and Dr. Kim can’t possibly be right to be concerned, to preaching abstinence once they see the state of Jin's pitiful predicament.

But he’s an adult, he can make his own medically questionable decisions for himself (monster cocks included). Maybe the pack should redefine their definition of a quiet house to include distant sex noises.

But now, this is not one of those times. Right now the house is truly quiet. Empty and peacefully accept for Tae.

Tae is not listening to the sound of Namjoon and Jin fucking. Tae is not listening to much of anything at all as she sits alone in the living room. Awaiting people to arrive home, caught in between the mid afternoon lull and the usual afternoon clamor.

Usually, the house is full of a baseline of noise. Tae could bottle it and save it for later, and Hobi might record it for posterity's sake. Noises like Noodle scuttling to and fro or the sound of water hitting the side of the house as Hobi tends to the garden outside. The distant banging of a hammer and Yoongi's low cursing. Someone doing dishes or cooking. Jin’s squeaky laugh and the slow rustle of Namjoon turning a page in a book. The sound of a whisk scraping the inside of a bowl, of you making whipped cream or folding egg whites. Jungkook's humming. All of it is a baseline to the pack’s melody.  

But there are suspiciously few noises today, the house is empty of Tae's packmates (her heart split into 7 pieces), and Tae isn't clacking about in her library room. It feels awfully lonely when it’s just her in the house. It doesn’t happen often.

Today, she’s moved from her usual writing spot and is sitting on the couch. The news buzzes in the background. Only half paying attention to her w.i.p on her computer balanced across her thighs.

Noodle hops up on the couch, curls up against her leg with a chirpy purr, and Tae rests her phone on her chest before she goes back to her computer.

The biggest life changes often happen when you least expect them. Today is no different.

She checks her computer and then her phone. Mostly, she’s just waiting for everyone to come home so that they can all hang out. Hanging out with the pack is sort of everyone's favorite thing. Tae's unsure what might be on the docket today. A walk with you and Jungkook, maybe. Or if the pack is lucky, an early dinner in the form of ordering in and then a beach walk until the sun dips too low. Either that or just in general lazing about the house since Tae has neither a job nor packmates that need her tending.

Tae wears her curlers today too; she takes them out one by one when they start to pull at her scalp. Wherever she is, whatever she’s doing. The pack has started a separate group chat just to put pictures of where they find them, like a mini scavenger hunt.

They've found them in the kitchen by the coffee maker (where she was wondering if it’s too late to ask Yoongi to make her a latte). In the bathroom (considering whether the chapters in her novel should be chronological or confusing). On the staircase (where she paused to pet Noodle).

She never bothers to wonder how they all magically make it back upstairs before the evening. That the pack cries “found one!” behind her back. Or Namjoon, who stoops to pick one up from the floor, handing it over to Jimin while she dozes on the couch. Who just mouthes ‘thank you’, keeping track of the parts of Tae that make her feel her best and looking after them.

Tae only has the section in her bangs left, usually the last one for her to take out, mostly because it’s keeping her bangs back from her forehead.

Jimin got home a little while ago in his little black bodyguard suit, not the Prada one that she made him buy to match her black dress, but one of half a dozen other suits he has for the idol group’s more public appearances. His aggression is barely contained. Tae wouldn’t even need to scent it on him; she could tell it was a bad day just by looking. Jimin isn’t ready to talk about it yet. He stumbled through the door and into her arms, sinking into her skin with a thankful smile and a kiss that only promised a little more for later.

“Got to shower, someone threw a sandwich at me today again.”

“With mayo?” She teases, and Jimin tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear. Clumped together. Tae teases at it with her fingers.

“Yes! Out of all the sauces! They had to choose my worst favorite!” She pokes his freckles one by one, giggling, pushing him in the direction of the stairs.

“You don’t mind?” Every moment with her, Jimin feels, every moment is precious. He looks at Noodle, who remains curled on the couch, tail flopping. Look after her for me.

Noodle blinks slow, beady yellow eyes winking like little suns.

She pecks his freckles, “Course not.”  Her eyes glimmer, and Jimin trips up the first step because he's looking back at her. Tie flopping until he yanks it loose. “I’m just editing and waiting for everyone to get home anyway.”

Any moment now you should be getting home with Yoongi.

Today was a little different, a bit of a break in routine. You went on a small date with your mate, and you'll be dropped off at home before Yoongi completes the near hour loop to pick up Jungkook from work.

Tae hopes you’ll cuddle with her and Noodle on the couch when you get home. You're usually sleepy after playing passenger princess and Tae loves it when you get sleepy. Maybe you’ll wait to shower until later so that you can do it together, and do facemasks again too.

She spent a long time doing your makeup this morning for your date with Yoongi. She wonders if he’ll have kissed off your lipstick by then or if that final part will be left up to her. If your lipstick will end up on her collarbones or elsewhere.

Tae's mind wanders while her fingers work. Thinking of the pack. Thinking of her story, thinking of everything.

Tae keeps track of them all in the back of her head. Namjoon will finally get home around 7 after a marathon surgery. Jin buffered him to and from the hospital under the guise of making sure Namjoon didn't fall asleep at the wheel.

Tae only has to wait.

Noodle meows, runs to the door, she clicks and clacks and edits out the dashes for the hundredth time that hour. Fussing with diction and that one character who never speaks as poetically as she likes. She holds her arms up and you tumble into them, all but tossing yourself over the back of the couch, skirt going all frumpled. But it doesn't matter; there is no one to flash here, no one to worry about clothing malfunctions.

You flop across her lap and babble about your date while Yoongi moves around the house silent and protective. Hanging your purse by the door. Your jacket, putting your shoes on the rack, all without you asking him. A soft and small smile on his face.

In a few minutes you'll quiet down and Yoongi will feed Tae a spoonful of dinner. Head bent over the back of the couch, the news is turned down to let you rest. Your cheek against her thigh (where the lipstick ended up), all plush and pudgy looking. Soft breath tickling her knee. Yoongi will be quiet about it, smiling down at her with his headphones in so that the music doesn't wake you. Listening to some playlist of Hobi's probably. She'll taste rosemary on the back of her tongue for hours.

For now, she alternates between Twitter and her computer and the TV and stroking down your spine, Noodle too, and the keys of her computer. Carving intent and feeling out of thin air. You pout up at her when she stops rubbing.

"Am I not as important as your story?" She shifts you, pulling you up farther in her lap, more like you're draped over her lap the way you would be during other, more intimate times. Your cheeks pink up, and Tae grins, bringing your hand to her mouth for a gentle kiss against your knuckles.

"Of course." You giggle and settle in.

But Tae does balance her laptop on the small of your back. You don't mind as much. Dozing before dinner. Listening to Yoongi clacking about the kitchen. The sound of him eventually covering the start of something that might be a very good soup in a few hours as he gets ready to leave for Jungkook.

The news, the drone of everyday ordinary life. Yoongi leaves for Jungkook while your breath is still even and lovely. Finger to his mouth to let you sleep. Everything is coming and going, waxing and waning.

Somewhere, something gets lost, mistranslated. The details of our world bleed between the lines.  

She keeps up with Jimin’s idol group. Hobi even genuinely likes one or two of their songs. You’re even planning on going to one of their concerts together at the end of the summer to close out the season before your classes begin (assuming you even get in this cycle).

Tae knows you’re nervous about it; she knows you haven’t been sleeping as much as you should because you’re so scared about beginning again. But Tae has complete faith in you. Changes are happening. Everything, the one thing you can count on is change, really. Tae shouldn’t be so surprised.

Her phone starts buzzing against the couch cushions. Once every minute is usually something she can ignore, mostly notifications from apps she no longer uses or the pack group chat. She doesn't even look away from her computer.

But then it's every 30 seconds, every 10, every 5.

Tae looks down at her phone, mind going blank.

Why does she have a ton of notifications from Instagram? 200 likes on an old picture of her and Jimin? No, 300 now. Tae watches the little red number climb higher and higher with her heart rate. New followers. Comments even.

Wow, Mr. Park's been hot forever. I thought he must have had a glow-up or something.

I know, it's hard to believe he wasn't scouted. And a pack too? Some people have all the luck.

Enough about Mr.Park, who is the boyfriend?

It's an old photo. Tae isn't bothered too much by the old pictures of herself (she doesn't realize yet that most of the photos in the house of the pack have been switched out with ones after she transitioned). Tae feels like she's been slapped in the face a bit. Deletes the photo on impulse.

But why is she getting comments about Jimin from random strangers?

Her gaze flickers to Jimin's phone. Sitting on the arm of the couch, a glorified brick of glass for how much he uses it. It’s not buzzing because Jimin has notifications turned on only for the pack’s texts and group chat, but when she reaches over to tap it, she sees it.

10,983 people have followed you on Instagram.

“What the fuck?” She mutters softly. You make a small noise from her lap, rubbing your eye with a yawn, and quickly go back to nuzzling her thighs. Swiping through Twitter, she checks the trending page just to be sure. Feeling like she’s in a fog.

She doesn't have to go far to find out why. She swipes through Twitter with increasing furiosity. One page, then another. Post after post after post. Checking comments and like to dislike ratios. Video views already in the millions.

As if summoned. Jimin appears at the doorway, hair wet and tousled. Smiling down at her until his eyes crinkle.

But she keeps tapping through her phone mutely. Eyes wide in disbelief.

“Ugh Minnie? You’re trending on Twitter?”

Jimin blinks down at Tae, “what?”

She stands abruptly and although you don’t get tossed onto the floor you sit up- grumbling, “Hey!” a little bratty. Although you think you're allowed for getting so rudely awoken.

But she’s already across the room, tilting her phone for him to see, wrapping her robe around herself more tightly. “Look, it's like- you didn't tell me this happened, you said you just got hit with the sandwitch-” Jimin sees it, the video of him (does his hair really look like that from the back?) Guarding one of his idols through a crazy airport.

People are packed as thick as sardines, bodies pressed close. It looks claustrophobic at first glance and stifling at second. It’s weird seeing your own face from so many angles. This isn’t the first video he's seen of himself, but-

This is the first one to make this much of a stir.

"That was after this." his looks from the phone to her. "Tae, stuff like this happens all the time."

His cheekbones look sharp, his hair done up. The smoke around his eyes makes him look beautiful and intimidating. A touch from Tae, who had demanded she do Jimin's makeup this morning before he left.

(Not that Jimin hadn't spent half of it letting his hands wander to places, pinching and drinking in her squeaks. Not that he hadn't ended the morning on his knees below her vanity. Tae's skirt all rucked up and lip gloss slicked mouth pressing places until Tae begged for it where she needed it and-)

In the video, Jimin looks like something out of a James Bond movie. A pretty baby-faced villain. Is there even a boy version of a femme fatale? Jimin could be that. He looks like that. He’s ethereal in the way that he moves. The practiced sort of grace that all apex predators share.

Tae watches a fan get too close, watches Jimin almost trip. With so many people- he'd surely get trampled if he went down. Despite the fact that he's come home with bruises on his cheek before and bumps on his elbows, it still makes her breath hits. Tae watches him look up at the fan and glare, he keeps going. But the next time she tries to walk in front of the idol group and stop moving- he shoves her back. Tae snorts as Jimin's shove places her tumbling over and right into a trash can.

It's a funny video, but that's not why it's gotten him so much attention. Most of the comments are so thirsty they put Jungkook to shame.

Jimin looks at Tae like he’s afraid she might be mad. It’s the same look he used to give her on the playground after he came back from kickball with a skinned knee or his house with bruises.

"It was not that funny I promise. I didn't even mean to do that it just happened."

You hold out your open hand and both of them flop back down onto the couch to show you. You're squished between the two of them, watching the video again and again, scrolling down to read the comments. You respond before Tae can do more than nibble her lip.

"What are you talking about, you look like- stupid hot in the video?"

Jimin grins, worry dissipating, and Tae can tell he's remembering this morning too. He shuffles towards her, holding her around her waist. Rubbing his lips against your shoulder, not a kiss but something more sensory seeking.

"Yeah? You think so? you're not angry?"

You snort, "The whole world thinks so too." You comment, snorting. Reading one comment for them. "Can Mr. Park shove me like that?"

Tae takes the phone, scrolls. You rub your eye. Yawning again. Your skirt has pulled up a bit at the hip. It's tied with a tassel, and Jimin reaches to play with it. Rubbing it over his knuckles again and again- stimming with it. “There’s like- a million videos of you.” Tae doesn’t sound excited; she sounds scared. Jimin grabs the phone.

“Oh yeah, that one has like- half a million likes? Is that a lot?”

“Jimin.”

Tae looks at him incredulously, and at that moment, Yoongi and Jungkook get home. Yoongi drops Jungkook’s workout bag right in the doorway. Jungkook bounds over. Tumbling over the back of the couch with the same amount of agility usually reserved for stunt doubles and ballerinas. He even makes it look artful as he lands, sort of with the three of you between his legs.

"The names bond- Koo bond." he mimes. Blowing a kiss to the three of you. And then getting actual kisses in hello.

You lean forward to peck his lips, "Did you have a good workout Koo?"

"Yeah, Wonho sends his love, misses you. What are you guys doing?"

"Oh, Tae's having a bit of a meltdown, and Jiminie got famous accidentally and She even woke me up from my nap for it! which was like so mean."

Yoongi snorts, does a double-take, noticing that Tae has her head in her hands. That no one else is laughing at what you said.

"Hang on, are you serious?

"A little." You take Tae's phone out of her hand to show Yoongi. She sort of keeps staring blankly ahead. Jimin takes her empty hand and brings her fingers to his mouth. Pressing a kiss there to her fingertips, where her words become stories. A bit of an apology kiss.

“A few people are watching a video of me, big deal.” He doesn't stop there, pressing his cheek to her palm and nuzzling. “I didn't mean to make you upset."

Jungkook leans over to watch the video, inhales sharply. Looks back at Jimin. “Jimin, you need to redefine what you consider ‘a few’ people.”

"You didn't, Just-" Tae's voice is stressed and squeaky.

Yoongi looks over your shoulder. "Well shit, you're telling the truth.” 

"Not even exaggerating a little. Aren't you proud of me?" Yoongi looks a little ruffled, like he and Jungkook maybe made out a little bit when they were on their way home. Despite Namjoon's flagrant no road head rule. Jungkook almost always gets a little worked up from his workouts- it's all just happy endorphins with nowhere to go. 

He laughs, a little giggly, leaning into Jimin’s arms.

Not all of the attention that Jimin gets online is good. There are a few headlines that are a bit concerning. 'Idol group body guard goes viral for shoving fan, reignites discourse on airport photos' 'When bodyguards go too far.'

Or comments, 'the bodyguards need to be more gentle, how do we know the fan wasn't there to just like take a flight and ran into them? idols don't own the airports'

'Another alpha shoving an omega and the whole world praising them for their violence'

'Isn't that girl the same one that followed them onto the plane and stole their passports last month?'

'Yes but this time was different.'

But the comments are fucking hilarious.

'Mr. Park should have his own fandom.' 'Mr. Park is going to need his own bodyguard soon. 'Does anyone know if he can sing?' 'Even alphas get nervous around Mr. Park. I'm so flustered.' 'Can he guard my body?'

'It's not Ajuissi, it's ah JUICY'

You and Jungkook start laughing at that one, and you don’t really stop. Until Jimin has to grip Jungkook's hand and take it away from his mouth. "I'm not even old, it's just cuz my hair is like extra silver right now. Tae and the pup toned it extra hard to get the last of the pink out."

Jungkook shoves him, but not that hard, "Sure ajuissi."

“Sorry,” you say, wiping away tears in your eyes, “just- what the fuck even is our lives?”

“I sort of fail to see why this is a big deal, can you explain it to me.” You have been the person who's educated him mostly on Tae. But still, occasionally Jimin goes to you for things like this. Things like- why does it mean I can’t kiss Tae if she’s wearing dark red lipstick, and why is it mean to nip at her bra strap, and why can’t she wear my sweatshirt over her dress in public?

But usually it’s simple stuff, girl stuff that Jimin looks to you to answer. Not stuff like this.

“Park Jimin,” Tae rarely ever uses his full name, “you have 50,000 followers on Instagram. You had like- 100 when you woke up this morning.”

“So?”

Jin and Namjoon get home while the pack is still discussing it, still trying to convince Jimin that this is a big deal. Still turning through Twitter in something of a fugue state. But unlike usual (and unlike Jimin is sort of hoping), they don’t have many answers.

There’s a slowed-down edit on TikTok that zoom's in on the turn of Jimin’s face and the cut of his jaw as he has his hand on the fan, picking her up by the shoulders.

“I did it gently, I promise.”

“No one doubts you minnie but-“   Jin picks up Tae's phone. Scrolls through it. “This is so weird.” Namjoon leans over Jin's shoulder to look at the video too. “There are like so many different angles.”

And then on the couch, Jimin’s phone starts ringing; it’s not his boss, it’s the idol group's manager. Someone who he takes orders from nearly every day, someone who has never once called Jimin on his personal line after work hours, he's never needed to.

“I’m not picking that up.” He says, but that only causes a flurry of protests.

Jungkook slaps his arm, Jin holds out his hand, “I can answer it for you.”

Namjoon squeezes his shoulders gently, leaning down to nip at his mating mark.

"Just this once, I think we should leave it up to Minnie.” Jin giggles and nuzzles into Namjoon's touch.

Yoongi rolls his eyes, muttering something that sounds like 'MY husband….like a pair of freshly presented pups…can't even keep their hands off each other for one damn second."

“Really- don’t leave it up to him.” Tae says, sounding worried.

Jimin shrugs. “I’m not picking up unless someone makes me.”

Tae whips her head around to Jin. “Please make him.”

Jimin’s phone doesn’t stop ringing until he picks up. He puts it on speaker after the whole pack promises to be silent around him- although not without struggle. Hobi has a hand clamped down over your mouth, and Yoongi has a hand around Jungkook’s.

Tae and Jin sit on either side of Minnie, Namjoon behind him with a hand on either shoulder. Jimin’s not usually shy, but his voice cracks when he picks up the phone.

“Hello Jimin, just so you’re aware, you’re on a call currently with the head of hiring, the CFO, and the CEO.”

“Okay, and?” he says, crinkling his eyebrows, substantially unimpressed. He doesn’t understand why exactly that's important. He passes these people every day in the hallways at work; he hardly ever has to give more than a cool nod in hello.

Hobi's laugh cracks out. A scuffle ensues. And by the time you're done, Yoongi has both Hoseok and Jungkook under either arm, one hand around both of their mouths. But you can’t complain, because both Hobi and Jungkook have a hand covering yours. Your words are muffled and Hoseok jerks you against his chest.

“Shhh,” Yoongi hisses, although you continue to squirm.

Namjoon looks over, and you instantly go quiet, blinking at him obediently. Namjoon barely suppresses his smile and a knowing glance at the three boys who practically have to hold you back from pouncing before he moves back to the matter at hand.

“Don’t you dare lick my hand,” Yoongi whisper hisses. But even he’s shifting from foot to foot. Worked up by the energy in the room. The anticipation. The nervousness is palpable.

Luckily, Hobi's not the only one who finds Jimin's retort funny. Although the laughter through the phone is crackly. "He's exactly like you said!"

"Sorry. Was that rude?" Namjoon puts his head in his hands. Tae looks like she's about to be sick. Jin mouths one word.

'Behave.'

If there’s one person who Jimin reliably listens to, it’s Jin.

"No, it's refreshing." A quiet, feminine voice says. Silvery. Beta. You can feel it in your blood. That same voice continues speaking. You have a feeling that's the CEO.

They cut straight to the point. “We’re prepared to offer you a generous contract, better than any offer you might have received through your personal or private email. We’d like to transfer you.”

“To another group?” Jimin’s eyebrows are knit together. “Am I in trouble for getting violent with the fan today?”

“No not at all, you were well within your rights and guidelines stated within your old contract. The company would just like to help you realize this opportunity.”

Jin sits back and scoffs, understanding the difference between 'realizing this opportunity' and 'making a shit ton of money off of you.' Viral moments don’t come around often. Jin doesn't like it, and Jin doesn't let his pack get taken advantage of. He's dubious.

He reaches out to hang up the phone. But Tae stays his hand, eyes flickering from Jimin to the pack omega. Her eyes wordlessly beg, 'give him a second.'

Jimin hardly even realizes the quiet conversations that are going on. Shifting listlessly in his chair for comfort. Rocking back and forth. Under the table. Tae holds the chair so that it doesn’t squeak. She would never hold Jimin still or stop him from stimming.

“Where are you transferring me to then? If it’s not to another group?”

“To our modeling department first, and then acting if interest persists."

“Acting?”

“Yes, there has been some interest, although it’s mostly from fashion houses. You’ve caught the eye of some very important people.”

Jimin can't help but think that the last time he caught the eye of some very important people, he ended up becoming an assassin, but this seems substantially less risky.

Jimin sits back like a puppet with his strings cut, on the table, his phone dings, 80,000 followers on Instagram now. His comments and dm’s flooded with many thirsty omegas and even a few alphas. Hobi lets go of you with a pointed look in your direction, and Yoongi quickly takes his place. Holding you and Jungkook under either arm.

Hobi goes one by one, taking the pack's phones from the table and from pockets, turning each of your accounts to private. Namjoon fumbles with his, drops his, and before he can bend over and pick it up- Hobi does.

When he looks up- he's surprised to find jin literally holding Namjoon's dick under his short the way most people would hold hands- Jin holds his dick for comfort, hand snaked up under the hem. The pack alpha's stance is wide, leg hopping up and down. Hobi snorts and pinches his thigh the pack alpha's knee hits into the table.

Jin takes his hand out from under the table. Barely looking even flustered. Hobi rolls his eyes and hands him a napkin for his hand.

When Jimin looks over at Tae, she gives him a reassuring look. jutting her chin at the phone as if to say "Go on"

Jimin sighs, and everyone holds their breath. "Alright."

Jin leans forward, taking the phone and putting it in Infront of him instead of Jimin. “This is Jimin’s pack omega Kim Seokjin.” It’s a name that they’ll come to fear in the next 18 hours of ruthless negotiations and iterations of the contract. A name that will be added to Jimin's new manager's phone with the tag 'do not ignore'. Jin will make a name for himself nearly instantly.

“I would love the opportunity to discuss this in person. What’s your schedule like tomorrow? I take it you have a sample contract already drafted? You can send it over and I’ll make my edits by the morning.”

The call buzzes, closes, and everyone's quiet for a few seconds, then Yoongi's loud 'gah!" punctuates the stunned quiet. He's holding both his hands, glossy. You and Jungkook giggle and high-five, a perfectly coordinated attack.

"Do you know anything about contracts, hyung?" Jimin asks Jin. But Namjoon already has his phone out with Google drawn up. 10 things to know before you sign a modeling contract.

Jin looks up at Jimin, and in a rare moment of honesty, confesses. "No. But they don't need to know that."

Tae wraps her arm around Jimin's shoulder, leaning her whole body against his. He leans forward, letting her put her weight onto him. Carrying it effortlessly. Jin leans back in his chair, looking at you first, smiling, already looking tired- then to Yoongi.

"Could you put on a pot of coffee, Yoongichi? And maybe order us some food?" It's nearing 8pm, the time for starting and finishing anything like a nutritious meal for his pack has come and gone. But Jin's instincts do not quite; he can't do this if they're yelling in his ear that no one's been fed.

"I don't think any of us can spare a moment for the soup."

The pack clear the table. Computers get brought out and papers get printed. The contract they send is over 50 pages long and full of legal jargon that takes hours to sort through. Everyone takes a few pages. You and Jungkook are banned from the coffee since you're already caffeinated naturally. But Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Jimin, and Hobi take to it with surprising vigor (and with pink highlighters and fluffy pens pilfered from Tae's library room.)

They tolerate you and Jungkook and the way you hop from packmate to packmate begging for kisses and hyung can you help set up the noodles the way I like them? When Thai food comes and goes.

They've got remarkable self-control as you cuddle into Yoongi's lap. Knees on either side of him, squirming close. Pressing his lips to your temple to settle you down. Jungkook similarly sprawls across Jin and Jimin's laps. Although that has it's uses; Jimin can't be unhappy or nervous when he's got happy packmates all over him. Brushing through his hair and feeding him bites of food. Even he curls around Jimin's ankle at one point.

Noodle steals a piece of chicken without anyone noticing until he's already scampering off with his bushy tail held up high.

Eventually, Jin levels Tae with a look over the edge of his glasses, and she gets up to get both you and Jungkook settled for bed. With a pinch and a swat to your behind for attempting to wheedle your way into a later bedtime. But rules are rules for a reason.

Tae gets you and Jungkook upstairs, but then when she comes back down, Jin only looks pointedly at Jimin too (if there's anyone who needs beautyrest it should be him)

"This doesn't seem right. Is 30% industry standard or are they trying to pull one over on you?"

"Babe, what does perpetuity mean?"

"It means forever." Tae answers, Namjoon squints at the small font. Thick rimmed glasses sliding down the tip of his nose.

"Oh yeah, they definitely want rights to use his likeness in perpetuity without any additional contract negotiations."

Jin leans over and snatches the page from Hobi's hand. “oh absolutely not.”

Beauty rest and Tae's makeup are a necessity by the time the morning rolls around. Jimin doesn't even tell Tae she's being too much when she guides him through her 7-step skincare routine. Everyone's tired and quiet as the whole pack piles into two cars far too early. You sleep, head squished against Hobi's shoulder. Groggy when all 8 of you arrive. You've never seen Jimin's entertainment building but it stretches high. Up and up and up in an impressive array of steel and glass, scraping the sky and thick clouds.

Your matching outfits feel more like a necessary barrier between you and the outside world; you match with Tae and a bit with Jungkook too. You woke up feeling squishy and soft around the edges, happy to be guided into clothes already set out for you. It's sort of your job as the lowest-ranking omega- your instincts guide you to be soft and needy whenever the pack is at their most volatile so that they have something to tether their instincts to in the meantime.

Jungkook is feeling it similarly, bouncing from packmate to packmate for settling. Wrapping his arms around Jimin in something of a frog crawl as you park and make your way to the building. Jimin pauses a block away.

"We can use the employee entrance; they don't like it when they come through the front."

"Jimin, just this once, I think you can fuck what the company thinks."

But it takes Tae to say, "Do you really think this dress deserves the back door?" and give him a twirl for the 7 of you to get Jimin to go in. There's only a trio of photographers at the front door. Not too many people are watching and waiting for the celebrities. You watch Jimin fall into easy step beside you, arm out to guide you to the door- totally on autopilot before he realizes they're not taking pictures of you- but of him.

Oh- this is something you're all going to have to get used to.

You cling to Tae and to Yoongi. Everyone dressed to their best. Although the pack in general favors self-expression, you understand the necessity of looking a certain way for things like this. You don't mind being a pretty accessory. Your matching outfits make you appear from the outside as a uniform front.

The people at the front desk do a double-take at the 8 of you marching in, and when Jin and Jimin go up to the front desk while the rest of you make to sit in the waiting room, someone bounces up to the gate, pressing a button to make it stay open. A security guard steps aside to let you through. A master keycard already in hand.

Jimin could use his own, but he didn't want to.

In the hallway, the 8 of you pass Jimin's idol group. Making their introductions and offering congratulations. "Ah hyung, you didn't tell us your omega's where hot-" “of course the infamous Mr.Park has to have a pack to match,” Jimin grumbles, but not too much. Even Namjoon looks a little puffed up at so many pretty young alphas. Jungkook is known among them, but he stays behind Hobi, grinning a little shyly. More demure than usual.

You grab his hands. Holding it tight. He holds back just as firmly. You resist the urge to hide behind Jin.

One of the smaller alphas spots the mark on your throat and looks a little dejected. Jimin claps them on the back a little roughly. But they come and go, with their own schedules to attend to.

The meeting goes as well as can be expected.

Jin handles most of it, taking it better than namjoon thought possible when some of his edits get stricken through during negotiation. Every time Jimin chimes in or legal asks him a direct question he glances at Tae, as if to make sure his words get her stamp of approval.

She sits poised, nervously glancing back and forth between Jimin's manager and the CEO, and Jin. Especially when they get into the thick of negotiations and Jin's domineering side comes out.

They've clearly never dealt with a pack omega like Kim Seokjin.

By the end of the morning and into midday, they're already on their second draft. Until Jin, Jimin, and Namjoon tell the pack they can wait out in the hallway. And by noon they come out and tell you it might be best for the rest of you to go home. You want to stay for moral support, but it's tough.

You tug on Namjoon's lapels, eyes flickering from his face down. He presses a kiss to your forehead to soothe you. Namjoon reads your concern effortlessly.

"We've got Minnie pup; he's going to be fine." He ducks low, pressing a kiss to your forehead again. Checking in with you. "Can you do something for me?"

You cling to his waist, and an employee passes by your little group with a dubious glance in your direction, but Namjoon pays them no mind. "Yes, alpha."

"Minnie is going to need a very very good nest when he gets home today, and I know your nests are the comfiest. Can you go make Alpha one? Maybe in the quiet room at the back of the house?" Your eyes light up, and Namjoon's heart squeezes painfully. He wonders if seeing you in Omegaspace will ever get less dangerous for his heart, if the novelty of it will ever wear off- he hopes not.

It takes a bit more struggle and promises (not all of Namjoon's concessions pg) for him to convince Tae to go home too. But this might be easier if Jimin doesn't have her to focus on. It took Jin and Namjoon about 2 seconds to realize that as long as Tae was in there, Jimin was only going to make decisions with her in mind.

That kind of thing was alright 6 months ago. But now, as a united front, Namjoon and Jin have plans and dreams for their pups. Jimin should only do this if he wants to.

And yet…

Later, Jimin will sit on that same bench, breathing deeply, excused for a second because Namjoon and Jin reassured him that he could. His head will be in his hands, elbows balanced on his knees. Relaxing just a little when Jin sits down beside him. “I need a manager. All of this- all of the paperwork is so much- I don’t-" Jimin’s chest heaves, and Jin reaches across his knee to grab his hand.

“I could do it, since I stopped-" he breaks off. Letting the silence hover. The unfilled space tempted for words. My work at the FBI, all of the mafia stuff. He grins down at Minnie, at his pup. “It looks like we both underwent career changes at the right time.” Jin is ever careful not to say it here.

“Career growth,” Namjoon corrects him.

Jin shrugs, “I don’t mind being your manager until we find someone trustworthy." Deep down, Jin knows they'll never find someone who's enough. He knows what he's signing up for. He doesn't hate the idea of it. It was kind of fun to yell a little in the meeting, to see those alphas and the one beta shake in their boots and hide behind their designer suits.

And besides, lounging around the house with nothing to do was fun for the first few months. But Jin has been going just ever so slightly crazy, cooped up at home with nothing for his mind to do. "I’m pretty good at managing things, you know.”

“You are.” Jimin agrees, already looking so so tired. So thankful. Leaning over, nuzzling into Jin's throat once, then settling his cheek on the larger omega's shoulder. Overwhelmed in that sensory way that has Jin thinking that all he needs is to be in the nest.

But there are things that Jin has to say, in this moment of quiet with Jimin. “Jimin, this is a good change for you. I don’t think that your job- being literally on guard all the time- I don’t think that was good for you long term.”

“But Tae-”

“Tae didn’t like it either. No one likes you having to be so on edge all the time; it's dangerous.”

“But what reason do I have to change? It works for me, I like my job, they don’t make me talk to people, and I like that. It’s fine. I can live with it."

Jin tips his head, eyes soft. Namjoon just watches the two of them. Feeling strangely possessive. This is my pack, this is something I made. This intimacy and this softness. All of this is something I cultivated. Namjoon licks his teeth, watching Jin and Jimin with heavy eyes, and promises his inner alpha- later.

“You might not have a reason to change, but do you also have a reason not to? Do you have a reason to fight this?"

It takes Jimin a few days to realize that no, he doesn't have a reason to fight this change. To resist it.

And besides, getting paid to try on fancy clothes and have his picture taken hardly seems like the most difficult job in the universe. Certainly not the most difficult job Jimin's ever had.

Later, there will be a lot of work to do; Jimin will go into the company's photography wing, will get his makeup done professionally (and will instantly agree Tae does a better job, maybe that's just because her makeup comes with kisses and Tae Tae Tae.) Later, Jimin will get headshots taken from as many angles of his face as they can. One with bare skin, light makeup, and then heavier stage makeup.

He's a little dubious when he gets asked to walk a sample runway for the first time.

Jimin has a team assigned to him now. He sort of recognizes the group of them from passing them in the hallways. From seeing them outside in the winter, trading snowballs and giggling. From seeing the Beta get 4 coffees from the cart in the lobby in the morning, and one of the omegas out behind the building for a smoke break.

There are 3 omegas and an older beta woman, the only boy is a head taller than the rest of them. Although with the way they look, Jimin does a double-take. Something about their eyes, wide- the freckle below the eye- reminds Jimin very much of the old Tae. But that's about where the similarities end; he’s loud where Tae is quiet and animated when Tae is reasonable.

The one that reminds him of Tae trips, and Jimin's hand is already out to grab their shoulder. The beta catches his gaze, looking a little thankful at him. Jimin just sighs, already too tired.

The omegas have pink, purple, and blue hair, and the beta has black hair. They’re as monochromatic with their clothing as they are colorful with their hair. It takes Jimin about 10 minutes in their presence to realize how sweet the beta is on the three of them, how much she looks after them.

One of them wears bright feather earrings, and the other wears sequined pants that Jingle when she walks. Jimin sort of wishes he could know what they feel like. They've got more piercings between the four of them than the whole pack has, but most of them are on the pink-haired omega.

The whole room has overhead lighting so stark that Jimin hardly casts a shadow. The black makeup chair and black cameras. Everything. White and black. Monochrome except for the people who work on him, trading blush colors and color pallets. "He's definitely a light summer."

Jimin balks, and the purple-haired omega hesitates where she's blotting at his face. "What?"

"My girlfriend says I'm a light spring."

"Girlfriend huh?"

"Yes, both of my girlfriends are very good at makeup." They took off Jimin's makeup before, removing the hints of Tae. The purple beta looks like she wants to roll her eyes, but doesn't.

"Alphas are so spoiled."

The beta also runs the casting department, and she's kind but strict. Her lips bright pink. They disrobe Jimin after he stops squirming, putting him in just a plain black button-up, standard apparently. He picks at his sleeves and fidgets, and the one boy omega (whose name Jimin forgets the second he gets introduced). Looks down at him, semi-frustrated.

Jimin fiddles with the clothing, too new, the rough fabric pressing in on him from all sides, and he tries to get comfortable. But the second time he accidentally runs into their hands while they're working, they look up at him, annoyance showing on their faces. "Sorry."

And yet, Jimin fidgets still. Until the beta gestures and everyone takes their hands off of him, Jimin's breathing is getting shallow. It's a good thing that the pack isn't here, because they'd whisk Jimin out of here in a second.

The beta looks down at him, pink, yellow, and green-toned concealer dotted on the back of her hand. "Everyone give him a second." They do. She grabs his hand before he rips the shirt off.

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. That shirt is worth like 8 hundred dollars. Tell us what's wrong and we can fix it."

"The tag is pressing into my neck, it's all I can feel."

A look crosses the beta's face so quick that Jimin can't decipher it. A realization maybe. She rummages around in her makeup bag for a moment. "Lean forward." She applies a piece of tape over his nape- the initial application makes alarm bells go off in Jimin's head. And his fingers grip the armrests of the chair hard. But after he rolls his shoulders and gets used to it. It is better, a lot better.

When he looks up and offers his thanks, the beta is already adding a note to her notebook. There's a piece of tape on the front of it, and the label reads Mr. Park. It's strange. Jimin's not used to being more than a number.

Jimin doesn't know it yet, but she's going to start each of his primping sessions with that. She'll have a little care plan written up for him. Tape to the nape first, rings last, hair before makeup because Jimin likes the smell of that one hair conditioner so much that he's likely to fall asleep and tolerate the makeup much more easily.

After the headshots are taken, they change him again. The beta dresses him herself, fiddling with the roll of his sleeves more than he thinks possible. Jimin would say that it’s just too much fuss, but he has seen Jin do the same thing with Namjoon time and time again, so he lets it slide.

One of the omegas, the one with the purple hair, taps the scar on his shoulder. “What's this from?”

Before he has the chance to respond, the beta does so for him. “I know a bullet wound when I see one.”

“It was a stab wound, actually.”

She levels him a look over her glasses, a pin between her teeth. “Sureee,” she drags the syllable out.

Eventually, after Jimin's been poked and prodded and put back together into something they think is beautiful, he walks up to the catwalk. Already feeling nervous and dubious. There are more cameras in the room than he feels comfortable with. The catwalk has a few steps up, maybe two feet. He pauses at the top of it. The pink-haired omega and the beta follow him just to continue fiddling with the placement of his shirt, his belt, the roll of his pants, and the pleats in the back.

"The vertical elements will help us orient your body and the way that you walk, that way we can coach you on any changes you need to make to your stride." The beta explains.

"I don't know how to walk like a model. The video- when I was-" he pauses, hums. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

“Just walk normally, you’re alpha candy enough that should do the trick.” Purple hair juts their chin forward at him. Already lounging on the settee at the front of the catwalk. Black and leather.

"Alpha candy?"

"You know, an alpha that looks like an omega."

“That’s not very good advice.”

The Blue-haired omega snorts at Jimin’s comment. “Oh my god you are like so blunt I love it do it again.”

It seems the purple-haired omega likes to spar, because she crosses her legs and considers him, eyes flicking down Jimin’s body. “That’s tough words from someone still wearing Chelsea boots in this day and age.”

“My girlfriend got these for me.” Jimin steps forward, letting them click. “And if you insult her taste again, I’ll do worse than make sure that’s the last insult you ever hurl.”

“What’s worse?”

Jimin smiles. Makes it kind. “I’ll walk out of here.”

The omega leans back in the chair, pouting. The pink-haired one finishes and stands to his full height. “There you go, they’re gonna eat you up.”

Jimin wishes you were here, that you and Tae hadn’t decided to go home. He doesn’t like change; however simple this job seems. It's still a change. Jimin is still uncomfortable.

The beta steps up to the edge of the catwalk to talk to him. “Walk like we’re all beneath you, like it’s hardly worth your time to step on us. That’s why the CEO wants to hire you. Because you walk like a villain.”

Jimin pouts, “I’m not a villain.”

The beta talks to him softly. “I know that, you know that.” Jimin can’t look away from her. In the next few years, this beta is going to become one of Jimin’s best friends. She’s going to become, if not his manager, then his ally.

"Just try, I know you can be convincing."

"You saw the video."

"I did."

"You looked scared shitless." The purple-haired omega chimes in.   "I wasn't." the purple-haired omega shorts. "I wasn't."

She snaps her fingers, and jimin’s blood pressure spikes immeasurably higher. The beta shoots her a look, "Convince her then. Convince all of us that maybe if you're not the villain, that you could be. Come on. It's fun. No one's going to judge you here."

"Oh, I definitely will."

"Jongyeon-" the beta says. Voice taking on a lethal edge. Jongyeon looks at the beta, sighs.

"Fine. I'll behave."

Jimin doesn't know it yet, but this beta is going to be the person who finally gets him to quit cigarettes. Who will save him from an unreasonable snafu involving his buttons at Paris Fashion Week three seasons from now when he’s the main event. Who will fight for him to start Versace and channel in the same breath.

It's going to take Jimin 5 years before he's on the cover of Vogue, but she's going to be the person to take the photo. She's going to come to your and Tae's wedding, and she's going to be the one to touch up Jimin's makeup when he inevitably cries it all off during your first dance.

The beta goes to sit on the couch with the rest of Jimin’s team, flopping down into the space where they make room for her. The pink-haired omega immediately wraps her arms around her waist, and the boy omega with the blue hair straightens up, flushing when he catches Jimin's gaze.

Jimin does his best, concentrating on not tripping on the white catwalk under his feet and the tap of his shoes. He does not look down at them. He imagines the rage, the kind that he feels when he's killing- when he used to kill. He lets it roll off of his shoulders in waves as he moves like he’s the murder weapon, and there is no choice at the end of the catwalk.

Before he turns, he heads back through time, back through different choices. Once he’s at the end, he turns back, looks once directly at the beta, and then disappears behind the velvet curtain. Only to return a moment later, back again. Bright-eyed, eager to receive praise.

“How did I do?”

“Oh my god. Can I keep you?” "wow, that was…so so villian." “I have goosebumps, Jiji, literal goosebumps.” The beta stands, giving a single set of slow claps. The purple-haired omega (Jimin refuses to learn her name until she learns to be nice to him) even studies him.

"I guess that wasn't terrible for a first try."

The beta stands, a little jaunt to her step, a little happy. Jimin can tell. She's pleased. Okay, maybe I can do this. Jimin thinks. Maybe this won't be so bad.

“Alright, alright. Do that again, only this time-” the beta steps up to one of the black cameras, flicking it on. Red light blinking.

“-Do it like you mean it, Mr. Park.”  

~-~

Notes:

this is the ending to jimin's story that i always saw, it might seem a little silly at first glance! chronologically i really wanted the chapter after this to come before this one- but that chapter was giving me problems so i decided to move them around so that you wouldn't go another two months without an update.

if it wasn't abundantly clear namjoon is litterally trying to breed jin lol. i didn't want to waste time on it but i think that either getting pregnant outside of a heat is incredibly rare for an omega- or jin is on a contraceptive and all of them are or something. i feel like i've mentioned this before but i just can't remember.

the beginign of this chapter took me alot longer to edit than the end of it mostly because it was just off when i opened it up? idk i feel like alot of time- too much time- passed between bily updates so my pacing is off because usually my pace matches up.

OKAY so i know no one will belive me but- i actually had this idea before mr.lee blew up on social media- because he did blow up before in 2018 and i was kinda like 'lol this would be funny to put in' i sort of love that jimin is so resistant to change until tae is like 'bruh- what the fuck'

ive decided that jimin has 5 older alpha brothers back home and tae only has one younger omega brother and thats part of their backstories. i think that tae and jimin lowkey do not have any contact with their families, but that once jimin goes viral they do try and get in contact with him and jimin shuts them down so hard. i also think thats how tae's family finds out that she's transitioned and she tries to meet them one more time- because she actually does miss having a family and they try to stage a godly intervention for her and it makes her fall into a depression that the m/c helps her get out of but :( a sad idea for their future that i don't really want to talk about ever- it's probably a year or two after the m/c and tae get married which will crologically align with jimin's career really taking off.

i hope my comments on idol fan culture don't go over people's heads with this one- i almost edited them out but i do feel like i needed to make it obvious why jimin was in the right for shoving a fan.

the 'funny' comments on jimin's video are straight copied from comments on mr.lee edits on tictok. i feel like the funniness might not have translated but oh well.

lowkey love that yoongi is namjin's biggest hater in all of this HE'S ALLOWED he's jin's HUSBAND.

lowkey contemplated having jin litterally hold namjoons dick under the table 'for comfort purpouses' during the entirity of the call but decided against it. you should just know that mentally they are. LOL PSYCHE I WENT BACK AND ADDED IT BECASUSE I THOUGH IT WOULD BE FUNNY.

in my mind the same 'important' people who jimin has drawn the attention of is the same music executive that first recruited him into the assassin lifestyle a world away who still has a soft spot for him.

i also realize that almost every time i mention a beta they're a woman and i think thats because the beta gene and the x chromosome are kinda linked- i think most beta's are women. like a 60/40 split.

the backstory here is that i think the male omega and the girl omega's are actually all fucking but pretending they're not a pack together- and at one point in the future one of the girl omega's gets into an abusive relationship and jimin murders them for her. like that's the last murder he does because she comes to work one day with bruises around her throat and jimin knows the domestic violence stats on strangulation and decides he's not going to wait around for her to become another statistic! the beta 100% knows what jimin used to do for work, i lowkey think that the whole entertainment company is just sort of a rehabilitation for people who used to be involved in the mafia life like- there's a certain amount of overlap especially in the idol group. i totally think that's where the family sends their unruly omega's to get taught how to be charming/starve them of love and food into submission.

i lowkey thing that the beta makeup artist was just like "oh this boy is so autistic and needs to be protected."

Once you’ve purchased all the items you need a delicious looking food stand comes into view. You purchase your food and round a corner to find a place to sit. It’s only after you’re seated that you see your ex sitting just a few tables away. You decide to ignore him and dig into your food happily. Spark lies at your feet like a guard as if he can feel your unease. 

When you are wiping the corners of your mouth the chair in front of you scrapes across the ground and Yoongi sits down. He looks less serious than before but something is still different. 

“Hi, YN.” He says, folding his hands on the table as he looks at you. 

“What do you want?” You say harshly meeting his eyes.

“Can we please talk? I swear I didn’t have a—”

would you believe if i said the above was actually from a namgi focused fic?

“Congratulations!” You smile when your friends pile into your home. Eun-Ji runs from Seokjin, giggling when her name is called but she’s heading straight to Jimin, who scoops her up in his arms.

“Congrats! Took you long enough!” Namjoon chuckles as he claps Jimin on the back. Taehyung comes to your side, his hand resting on your waist as Jungsook makes her way to you, pulling you into a gentle hug.

“You look wonderful!” She exclaims, while Taehyung excuses himself. The rest of your friends have settled themselves around the kitchen island, waiting to head outside to the pool. It’s Eun-Ji that leads the pack, jumping excitedly as Jimin slides open the back door, while Seokjin chases his daughter, reminding her to get her water wings before she even attempts to set foot in the pool.

Jungsook joins her husband, sighing when Eun-Ji impatiently tugs at her bag with all the items she’ll need to spend the afternoon by the pool. Seokjin is quick to take his shirt off, his eager daughter looking at the pool with so much excitement, it’s contagious.

“There’s my favorite guy,” Hoseok grins when Taehyung appears at your side.

“Aw, thanks,” Taehyung smirks, winking when Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Hoseok chuckles as he holds his arms out and your sleepy son reaches out for his Uncle Hobi. “Hey there, bud. You have a good nap?”

Your son, Dooyoung, nods as he rests his head on Hoseok’s shoulder. 

“Don’t hog him, Hobi!” Yoongi exclaims as he ruffles Dooyoung’s hair. Your son hides his face in Hoseok’s shoulder and Yoongi pouts.

“Oops!”

“He’s just tired, Yoongs. He’ll be up to no good in an hour,” you assure him as Hoseok hands your son over to him.

“Can one of you help me?” Jungkook pops his head in, smiling brightly when he spots Dooyoung in your arms.

“He’s awake?” He asks, crossing the kitchen to get to you. 

“Kook!” Dooyoung shouts, clapping his hands as he reaches for Jungkook. 

“He didn’t do that with us,” Yoongi grumbles as he leads Hoseok outside to see what Jungkook needed help with.

“They’re not the favorite uncle, are they?” Jungkook coos, rocking your son in his arms, smiling when Dooyoung laughs.

“Don’t let Namjoon hear you. He’ll have you by the nape of the neck,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“I can take him,” Jungkook winks, and you roll your eyes.

“Mommy says no fighting!” Dooyoung exclaims, frowning and grabbing Jungkook’s cheeks in his tiny, chubby palms. “No fighting Uncle Koo.”

Taehyung snorts a laugh, walking past you to press a kiss to your cheek. His son’s pout is much like his own, and it warms his heart to see how much he resembles him. Not that any of you cared who fathered your children, all deciding to raise them together in a happy, loving home.

“Come on, let’s go with Papa. It’s his special day,” Taehyung looks outside where Jimin is already starting a game of chicken with Namjoon, who is easily roped into these shenanigans due to his competitiveness.

Jungkook follows Taehyung with Dooyoung in his arms. You take a moment to yourself, wiping the sweat at your brow as you fan yourself. Despite the air conditioner being on and on full blast, you’re hot and uncomfortable.

“Fuck,” you curse as you take a sip of your water. It only takes a moment for Dooyoung to come running back inside, followed by Jungkook. You raise a brow.

“He wanted c-a-k-e,” Jungkook spells, looking at Dooyoung, who looks at you expectantly. 

“Come here, sweet boy,” you take your son’s hand in yours, leading him outside with your friends. You take a seat on the sun lounger and bring your son into your arms. “We’re having cake later, baby. It’s Papa’s special day, so he gets to pick when we have it.”

Dooyoung looks at his father, pouting. 

“Daddy wants cake, too.” Dooyoung points to Taehyung, whose eyes widen. 

“I said no such thing,” Taehyung objects, smiling when his son giggles. Your little troublemaker.

“Why don’t we go swimming with Eun-Ji? She’s having fun,” you turn your son to face Eun-Ji, who is busy splashing Seokjin, Hoseok, and Yoongi, her giggles filling the air when they gently splash her back.

“Come on, buddy!” Jungkook takes your son and you thank him, moving to get comfortable as Taehyung sits behind you.

“How are you feeling, my love?” He asks softly as he rubs your shoulders, pressing kisses to your skin. The umbrella over you keeps you out of the sun, and he’s prepared a few bottles of water nearby to keep you hydrated.

From the pool, you hear Jimin cheering as he beats Namjoon in a race, doing laps back and forth. Namjoon rolls his eyes, agreeing to a rematch.

“I’m doing okay, I promise.” 

“Don’t strain yourself too much, baby.” Taehyung states, biting his lip. 

“We’re fine,” you assure him, kissing his cheek as his hands move to rub your lower back. His touch is gentle and soothing, making you melt into putty. Taehyung groans into your skin, nipping the flesh before moving back.

“Fuck,” he curses when Jimin gets out of the pool. You look over, nearly drooling all over yourself when Jimin shakes his hair. His body rivals a Greek god’s, perfectly sculpted and delectable as water drips down his chest and down every ridge of his abdomen until it disappears into the waistband of his swim trunks.

Jimin smirks when he sees your reaction and Taehyung’s. He walks over to the two of you, kissing you both.

“Having fun eye fucking me?” he asks with a smug smile as he places his hand on your thigh, playing with a loose thread on your shorts.

“Maybe.”

“Totally,” Taehyung admits easily, leaning over you to kiss Jimin. 

“Your turn,” Jimin whispers as he leans in to kiss you, his hand cupping your cheek to hold you close.

“Daddy! Papa!” Dooyoung comes barreling toward the three of you and Jimin swoops him up before he can crash into you.

“Whoa, baby boy! We need to be careful,” Jimin reminds him gently.

Taehyung nods. “What did we say about momma?”

“Gentle hands and slow feet,” Dooyoung states, smiling when Jimin kisses his head.

Jimin scoots back, making room for his son to sit between you. “That’s right.”

Dooyoung leans forward, his small hands on your belly. At six months pregnant, you were slightly bigger than you had been with Dooyoung. 

“Baby,” Dooyoung grins when you nod, taking his hand to plant a kiss on his palm. 

“What are you naming the baby?” Jungsook asks as she comes over to the four of you.

“It’s a surprise!” Dooyoung shouts, clapping his hands before leaning back onto Jimin.

“Jimin’s naming them,” Taehyung explains as he rises to his feet. He holds out his hand for you to take and helps you up.

“Do you plan on having a co-ed baby shower again?” Jungsook asks as you all make your way to the table. Your friends gather around, grabbing plates and cups to serve themselves. Taehyung scoops Dooyoung into his arms while Jimin gets you a plate, mindful to avoid anything that could make you sick.

“I don’t know. Jungkook and Namjoon nearly tore our home apart during that one game,” you smile teasingly at your two friends, who glare at each other.

“All Namjoon had to do was squeeze me with the balloon between us!” Jungkook immediately gets defensive and you laugh when he dives into the story. 

Your friends listen intently, as if it were the first time you’d heard the story. Hoseok soon joins in, complaining about how Seokjin couldn’t pop the balloons no matter how hard they tried, always misshaping them instead.

“I don’t know if we want you hooligans tearing up our home,” Jimin giggles, his hand on your stomach as he rubs circles into it. 

“Especially the nursery,” Taehyung chimes in while helping Dooyoung feed himself. Jungkook grabs a napkin and wipes Dooyoung’s face.

“We won’t mess up the nursery,” Jungkook promises.

Namjoon glares at his younger friend playfully. “As long as I don’t get Jungkook as a partner this time.”

“What’s wrong with me being your partner?” Jungkook scoffs, as you sit back and laugh, watching your friends argue with laughter in their tones. 

You meet Jimin’s gaze, his smile radiant, and you know he’s thinking the same thing. Taehyung kisses your cheek, murmuring “I love you” before he’s joining in on teasing Jungkook.

Under the table, you hold Jimin and Taehyung’s hands, thankful for both of them, and the wonderful life you share, full of love, laughter and happiness. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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You check yourself in the mirror one last time before heading out to your first day at the new company. You smile at yourself, proud of how that outfit turned out on you, and go.

You get to the company at the same time as some other interns and wait until the CEOs come and present the company and themselves.

The taller one introduced himself as Taehyung and the smaller one as Jimin. You're shocked at how good-looking they are. Them and everyone else around you to be honest.

They guide all of you to the room where you'll be working, an open space with all your desks. Each desk had names and they told everyone to look for their names. You found your desk at the top of the room and you noticed it was just in front of the CEO's office. They let all of you find your desks and asked for each of you to briefly introduce yourselves.

Among everyone, you notice one guy you think is cuter than everyone else and you smile when his eyes lay on you and he smiles back at you.

.

The first weeks of work are pretty good and you like what you do and everyone around you is kind and nice.

You notice multiple times the CEO's eyeing you but you just assume that it's because your desk is the one closest to their office. You didn't want to stress yourself thinking you were doing something wrong and you think that if you were indeed doing something wrong they would tell you directly.

One afternoon, the CEO's called in a meeting and when everyone was there, they announced a party to celebrate the company's anniversary and that it would be on the next Saturday and it would be right there at the company because they had a room they could easily turn into a party room for events like this. They asked for the people who wanted to go to send an email so they could count around how many people would be there.

You all got back to work and you sent the email saying you would go to the party. You thought it would be a good place to get to know everyone a little bit better and even that cute guy you kept exchanging looks and smiles with.

The rest of the week went on pretty fast and before you knew it, Saturday was here.

You didn't know what to wear so you asked for your mom's and your best friend's opinion. Your mom said "something formal" and your best friend said "something sexy". You chuckle at both their answers and go through your clothes.

The only clothing you think it's good for the occasion is a red dress, which is tight to your body but not too sexy.

After eating something, you go take a shower and get ready. Before you leave, you grab your long black jacket, put on your favorite boots, and go.

You get there and the two CEOs are at the door with their assistant, who was checking everyone on his list.

Two other colleagues are also at the door so you wait for your turn. When they go in, you get closer and greet the CEOs and their assistant.

- Miss Y/N. Welcome. - Jimin says smiling.

- Thank you. - You say, smiling back. They both looked at their assistant who was searching for your name on the list and when he found it, he nodded and smiled.

- All right, you can leave your jacket with Ji-Hoon. - Taehyung says pointing to the assistant. - He will take it to your desk so when you feel like going home you just have to go pick it up there and not go looking for it in a pile of jackets or even forget where you put it. - Taehyung explains chuckling at the end. - Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. - He adds whispering, getting closer to you. You notice Jimin rolling his eyes and chuckling and you chuckle too.

You did notice that the people in front of you also gave their jackets to their assistant.

You get a bit embarrassed to take off your jacket in front of them, thinking about the dress you chose to wear. You knew it wasn't too sexy but just the fact that they would see it right there and you were pretty much "stripping" in front of them, put some thoughts in your head and you shook your head and smiled at them, shyly and looking down while taking off your jacket and handing it to their assistant.

Both CEOs glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows, impressed by your look. You don't notice though because you're still looking down.

- Wow Y/N... You look stunning. - Taehyung says and you finally look up and into his eyes. He's smiling and you smile back.

- Thank you. - You whisper. You give a last glance at each of the three men in front of you, smile, and then enter the room.

There are people dancing and having fun, some in little groups drinking together, some enjoying time alone and some at the bar. You choose the bar too and go there and order your favorite drink. You sit and lean against the bar counter with your back while watching people dancing while you enjoy the music and your drink too.

You take the last sip of your drink and turn around to order another and you feel a hand on your shoulder.

- Can I buy you this one? - You turn and see that cute guy smiling softly at you and taking the seat next to you. You smile back at him and nod. - I'm Hyunjin, by the way. - He says in your ear when you both get your drinks.

- Y/N. - You say closer to him too so he could hear over the loud music. He nods, smiling, and takes a sip of his drink. You do the same.

You both start talking and sharing stories, being dangerously close until he asks you to dance. You gladly accept and you both get to the dance floor.

- Can I? - He asks before putting his hands on your waist. You nod and he grabs your waist and you put your arms over his shoulders. Both your gazes are intense on each other but you decide to turn around and dance with your back turned to him and against his chest. Your ass rubbing his crotch. His hands never left your hips, pulling you even closer to him.

Across the room, in the VIP area, you notice both CEOs staring at you and they don't even bother to look away when your gazes meet and they even smirk at you and look at your body moving. You can't help but smile and then look away and keep dancing.

You weren't drunk, not even close, but you sure were all loosened up. You keep dancing and glancing at the CEOs, who don't look away from your body moving and their smirks never leave their faces either. One time you catch Jimin talking to Taehyung while pointing at you and then he winks at you.

After a few songs, you glance at the VIP area again but they're not there anymore. You turn to face Hyunjin and dance with him a little bit more and then you both decide to stop and go sit, already tired but happy. He asks for a bottle of water and shares it with you.

You keep searching for the CEOs across the room but there's no sign of them. Somehow, you feel a bit disappointed but at the same time, you're not sure you want to get involved with co-workers, let a less the CEOs.

You keep talking to Hyunjin for some time and you notice that it's so easy for both of you to just talk for hours and hours. He never stops flirting with you and you end up exchanging phone numbers and then you decide to leave. He says he's going to stay a bit more and kisses you goodbye at the corner of your lips. You smile at him, thinking about how nice and cute he is, and say goodbye.

You find Ji-Hoon still near the entrance and you smile at him. He smiles back at you but then stops you.

- Don't forget your jacket. - He says seeing you don't have it with you. You look at him with your eyes wide open.

- Oh my God, yes. Thank you so much for reminding me! - You thank him and head to your desk. You notice almost everyone's jackets are still there so you think you're probably one of the first people to leave. You get to your desk and there's a note over your jacket.

"Come to our office as soon as you read this. Your CEOs." - The note said. You freeze with the note in your hand and your eyes wide open. Your first and only thought is that you're going to get fired for flirting with them and they were just testing you when you were on the dancefloor.

- Fuck. - You whisper and turn around, to face their office. You take a deep breath and walk towards the door, knocking softly. You notice all the blinds are closed so you can't even see if they're inside.

- Who is it? - Taehyung's low voice makes you shiver and you gulp before saying your name.

- Y/N. - You say. The door opens right away and you see both CEOs smiling at you and gesturing you to enter. Why are they smiling is the first question in your head. You try to smile back and enter, looking down. Taehyung closes the door and you hear it lock. You gulp again and glance up at them and they're both smirking now. Taehyung turns to look through the blinds and then turns back to you.

- Do you know why you're here? - He asks you and you shake your head, still looking down.

- You can look at us, love. And use your words. - Jimin says. Love? You think to yourself and you can't understand what the fuck is going on. You look up at them.

- No. I don't know why I'm here. - You say. They glance at each other and smile.

- Did you enjoy dancing? - Taehyung simply asks. You look up at him, trying to figure out if it was a serious question or a test. You hesitantly nod and look down again. - Words, Y/N. - Taehyung says and comes closer to you, lifting your head, with his long indicative finger on your chin.

- Y-Yes. - You simply say.

- Well... We enjoyed watching you dance. - Jimin says getting closer to you too. A smile appears on your face but you make it disappear right away but they still notice it.

- You like that idea, don't you? - Jimin asks.

- You liked having us watching you move this body of yours? - Taehyung asks and softly passes his fingers down your arm.

Once you figured they were not going to fire you, you take a step back and lean against the edge of one of their desks and put your hand on your chest, taking a long sigh.

- I thought you guys were going to fire me. - You let out and chuckle.

- Why would we do that? - Jimin asks, also chuckling.

- Well... - You say. - You know...

- No, we don't. - Jimin says coming closer to you again, smirking.

- Ugh. - You roll your eyes, smiling. - Well, for flirting with the CEOs, obviously. - You finally say.

- To be honest, you had our attention since you introduced yourself. - Taehyung admits and gets closer too.

They both press their bodies against yours, pressing you back against the desk.

- We just needed the confirmation that we got yours as well. - Jimin completed Taehyung's sentence. Taehyung caresses your face and you gently grab his wrist.

- How could I not? I mean, look at you guys. - You say letting go of Taehyung's wrist and caressing his face. Then, you turn to look at Jimin and caress his face too, with your other hand. - You are one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen. - You admit to them. They both smile and glance at each other. Jimin caresses Taehyung's face.

- He is the most gorgeous though. - He says and looks at Taehyung's lips.

You were going to say that they were equally gorgeous but Taehyung kissed Jimin and an "oh" was the only thing that came out of your mouth. You watch them make out in front of you, pleased with the view, till they part from the kiss and turn their faces to look at you.

- I can let you guys alone if you want. - You tease them, putting your hands in the air and trying to escape but their bodies were still pressing you against the desk.

- We can do this anytime love, we live together. - Jimin says, smirking.

- But not with you though. So we better enjoy it while we can. - Taehyung adds as he takes your hand and kisses it. - Is this okay? - He asks, with your hand still near his lips, and you nod. - Words, sweetheart.

- Yes, yes, totally okay. - You quickly say and he smiles and keeps on kissing your hand, going up to your wrist and arm.

You were going to say that they could do this whenever they wanted with you too but Taehyung's lips on your skin erased any other thought in your head.

You take a deep breath and don't even get to finish breathing out as Jimin grabs your chin with his fingers and kisses you. He's not gentle and his tongue parts your lips and starts to explore your mouth right away. Your free hand goes to Jimin's hair and you pull it, pulling him closer to you and making him smile through the kiss.

Taehyung reaches your shoulder and gently licks on your collarbone up to your neck, making you let out a soft moan into Jimin's mouth. Taehyung reaches your jaw and takes your hair, on the back of your head, into his fist.

- Jimin-ah... - He whispers. Jimin parts from the kiss and Taehyung captures your lips right away, not letting you the time to properly breathe between the kisses.

- She's such a good kisser. - Jimin whispers and starts kissing your neck, slowly and gently, the complete opposite of how he was kissing your lips just seconds ago. He keeps going down your shoulder, leaving soft and gentle kisses, and then gently takes off your dress strap, letting it fall down your arm.

Taehyung parts from the kiss and licks your bottom lip looking straight into your eyes.

- Yes, she is. - He says smirking. - I wonder what else she can do with her pretty mouth. - He adds and passes his thumb over your lips. You lick his finger, never taking your eyes off of his and smirking too. He smiles and grabs your thigh and pushes Jimin to take the other thigh too, pulling you up and sitting you on the desk and you wrap your legs around his waist.

- Hey!! - Jimin complains but smiles.

- Sorry babe. - Taehyung says. - She's a teaser. - He adds, never looking away from your eyes either.

- Oh, is that right? - Jimin asks going to the other side of the desk to be behind you. He takes a fist of your hair and pulls you back, making you fall back on your elbows. - What If we're teasers too? - He whispers in your ear and then places a soft kiss on your neck. Taehyung held on to your thighs while Jimin took the other strap of your dress down to your arm with his teeth.

You close your eyes and bit your lower lip, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter at every touch and you want to close your legs but forget they are around Taehyung so you just pull him even closer and he lets himself over you, joining Jimin, on the other side of your neck, and at the same time he pushes your dress up your thighs, exposing your lower parts.

- Try to keep her quiet, Jimin-ah. - Taehyung says and gets down on his knees and in between your legs. He pulls your panties down and gently kisses the inside of your thighs and then places a gentle and slow kiss on your clit, making you shiver and let out a moan.

- Shh love, you have to be quiet in case someone comes to grab their jackets. - Jimin says in your ear and then pushes your dress down to expose your nipples. - Damn. - He lets out and grabs one of your breasts into his hand, massaging it a bit, and then starts to play with your nipple. You arch your back and let yourself fall back completely on the desk. He takes the opportunity and reaches for your other nipple with his mouth, starting to play with it with his tongue, and keeps playing with the other with his fingers.

In between all this, Taehyung had started to play around with your clit and savoring your juices, and then, out of nowhere and without any warning, he pushes two fingers into you, making you scream out in pleasure. You can feel him smile against your clit.

You're overwhelmed with pleasure. Having both their tongues on you and Taehyung's long fingers thrusting in and out of you is driving you insane and you can't even focus on your breathing or moans anymore.

In between Taehyung on your lower parts and Jimin on your nipples, you don't last long and cum, moaning loudly, forcing Jimin to put his free hand over your mouth.

They both let you come down from your high and catch your breath and when you open your eyes, they're both smiling down at you.

- Wow... - You let out. - You both sure know what to do with your mouths. - You add and laugh.

- The question is... Do you? - Taehyung asks, smirking and pulling you up so you're sitting on the edge of the desk again, with your legs parted and him standing in between them. He kisses you roughly and Jimin gets beside him and starts to kiss your neck and caress your nipples again. You moan as you feel his touch on your sensitive nipples.

- Taehyung-ah... Leave some fun for me too. - Jimin says and Taehyung parts from the kiss and smiles at Jimin, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Jimin grabs the back of his neck and you see his tongue entering Taehyung's mouth into a deep kiss.

- Oh she tastes good. - Jimin says after parting from the kiss and licking his lips.

- So good. - Taehyung says also licking his lips. - Oh, and I want her mouth on me. - He whispers in Jimin's ear, making him smile.

- Sure. I'll gladly take her pussy. - He says getting in between your legs to take Taehyung's place and grabbing you by the waist. He kisses you roughly too and you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, pulling him more into the kiss and then you gently bite down on his lower lip.

Taehyung watches the both of you while starting to touch himself. Jimin finally parts from the kiss.

- So, how do you want to do this, Tae? - He asks still staring into your eyes and smirking. Taehyung is behind him and staring into your eyes as well.

- I'll go first and we save the best for last? - He says sounding like a question, so Jimin can agree or disagree, leaving a kiss on Jimin's neck. Jimin can't help but smile, agreeing with what Taehyung had in mind, and then he helps you on your feet.

Taehyung goes to sit on a big chair, at the corner of the office, with his legs opened, smirking at you. Jimin gestures you to go to him. You go and kneel before Taehyung, in between his legs, and start to unbutton his pants and push them down with his boxers. You gulp watching the size of his cock in front of you and wonder how you'll be able to put all of it in your mouth to give him proper pleasure. You hear Jimin chuckle behind you.

- I'm sure you'll be fine. - He says as if he had just read your mind. Taehyung chuckles too and you smile, shaking your head.

You finally take his cock into your hands and put it in your mouth. You look up at him and he had closed his eyes and grabbed both arms of the chair, tightly.

- Oh fuck!! - He says when you take him all in your mouth and start to play around with your tongue and also take action on his balls with one of your hands.

You keep going and feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm so you speed up your pace. He starts to moan louder and you suddenly hear voices outside the office and look up at him, with your eyes wide open. He looks down at you, with a piercing look and bitting on his lower lip to hold back his moans, and puts his hand on your hair, obviously telling you to not stop at this point. You keep your pace and get even more excited thinking he will have to control his moans through the orgasm so whoever's out there won't hear him.

Suddenly you see Jimin kiss him and suppress the moans that come out of his mouth as he cums into your mouth. You swallow what you can and the rest drools off your mouth and to the floor.

- Damn, that was so fucking good. - He praises you after catching his breath, looking down at you, and smiling. - So I guess you're pretty good with your mouth too. - He says and you both chuckle and then he turns to Jimin, who is still beside the big chair where he's sitting. - Thanks, babe. - He says and they both smile at each other.

- It's okay. I know you couldn't stop at that point. - Jimin says and caresses Taehyung's face and then gives him a slow and gentle kiss on the lips.

You look at them fondly. You notice that they know each other better than anyone else, even in these situations. Then, they both turn to look at you.

- She's all yours now, Jiminie. - Taehyung says getting up and grabbing some tissues to clean himself. Jimin smiles at you and stretches his hand to help you on your feet again.

- Ready for me to ruin you now? - He asks against your lips, pulling you closer by the waist. You gulp but smile.

- Give me your best. - You tease him, making him bite on his lower lip, and Taehyung chuckles, finishing cleaning himself.

- Remember you asked for it, love. - Jimin simply says before picking you up by your legs, making you wrap them around his waist, and pushing you against the wall, kissing you roughly. You moan when you hit the wall with your back.

He was an animal in bed and you could already tell just by the few times he kissed you tonight, always so rough.

He parts from the kiss and goes down to kiss your neck, leaving love bites along with it and marking you in some spots. His hands were all over your body but mostly on your ass, squeezing it and pushing you more into him as he moved and rolled his hips against you.

You could barely keep up with the pleasure so you just let your head fall back against the wall and let your hands on his hair. You moan at all his actions on your body and pull his hair.

He finally stops kissing your body and looks at you. You look down at him and you swear you could come right there with the way he looks right now. His hair is a mess, eyes half shut, and his pillow lips all red from the use on your neck.

- Fuck. - You can't help but let out, your breathing already heavy again,

making him smile.

- I'm just getting started, babe. - He says and you smile back at him. He grabs you by your thighs and spins around to lay you on the desk again. He unbuttons his pants and pushes them down with his boxers too. Taehyung gets behind you on the other side of the desk and kisses your ear.

- I'm here to support you because I know what comes next. - He whispers and looks at Jimin and his cock. He sits on the desk and lays your head on his thigh, caressing your face. You were about to say something but Jimin thrusts into you, in one hard thrust, making you scream and pushing the desk a bit further as well.

- Oh boy. - Taehyung says and looks at Jimin, smiling. Jimin winks at him.

- She asked for it. - Jimin says. He gives you some time to adjust but then starts to thrust into you, mercilessly, holding you by your hips, sure leaving a mark there from the strength with which he's holding you. You can't control your moans and they're getting louder every time so Taehyung kisses you. Jimin moans too but bites on his lower lip to prevent himself from being too loud.

His hips roll perfectly so that he fucks you at a steady and perfect pace to help you reach your second orgasm of the night. You try to roll your hips to match his movements but he holds you steady, making you understand that he wants to be the one controlling the movements and do all the work himself. You put one hand on his wrist and the other on Taehyung's arm, squeezing tightly.

Jimin keeps thrusting into you mercilessly and you can't even think straight or kiss Taehyung back properly. Your whole body is shivering and you're getting closer and closer to your orgasm and can't control your body anymore.

- Tae... - Jimin manages to let out after a bit. You can't even process why Jimin called Taehyung, you just feel Taehyung's fingers on your clit, and your whole body shivers. You can feel your second orgasm closer and closer and continue to moan into Taehyung's mouth, making him smile against your lips. You feel Jimin cum inside you and allow yourself to cum as well, screaming, with Taehyung still trying to suppress your loud noises, and burying your nails on Taehyung's arm and Jimin's wrist.

Both you and Jimin catch your breaths and then he pulls you by your thighs, allowing you to sit on the edge of the desk, yet again, facing him.

- How did you like that? - He asks and kisses you and when he parts from the kiss, Taehyung is behind him, with his arms around Jimin's neck, and his chin on his shoulder. You chuckle.

- I... - You start but then stop yourself. The truth is that no one ever fucked you like that before but you don't want to tell him that.

- You? - Jimin asks. - Be honest, obviously. Even If I wasn't that good. - He says and Taehyung chuckles rolling his eyes.

- As If it was even possible... - You hear him say under his breath. You smile and look back at Jimin.

- If I'm being honest, I loved it... It was perfect. You were perfect. - You say and a smile comes to Jimin's face. - I didn't want to tell you this but no one ever gave it to me like that. - You finally admit.

- Oh good. So you're up for a next time? - He asks and you open your eyes wide open. He chuckles. - Yes, you heard me. I still want to have a taste of that pretty mouth on me. And I also want to taste you. - He adds and looks down at your lower parts.

- And I still want to fuck that pussy of yours. - Taehyung adds from behind Jimin.

You just think to yourself how dirty they are and smile.

- You already know we need your words, love. - Taehyung says.

- Oh... - You let out. - Yes, of course, totally fine by me. - You say before your brain can even process that they're actually your bosses and that you will have to encounter them literally every day at work. They both smile at you and Jimin pecks your lips and Taehyung does the same.

- Come on, we'll take you home. - Jimin says, starting to get dressed and straighten himself and his clothes. Taehyung does the same and you do too. You search for your phone to look at your face, you know your make-up must be all over the place. They notice and Jimin goes grabs some wet wipes and Taehyung cleans your face.

- Thanks. - You say.

They get you home and each kisses you goodbye before leaving.

- Next time we'll give you our address so we can be comfier and don't have to worry about the noise. - Jimin says, winking at you. You smile and bite your lip. Taehyung puts his thumb over your lips.

- Can't wait for next time, babe. - He whispers and then smiles and they both turn around to go home.

You're left all alone at your doorstep, smiling and looking at them walk back to their car. The truth is, you had one of the best nights and orgasms of your life and can't wait to repeat it.

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“Jimin, what is it?” You follow his line of sight and fail to see anything that could elicit such a reaction from your boyfriend.

“Jimi-” you turn back to him, only to find him scurrying to hide behind a rack of clothes. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Get down here!” He hisses at you.

You look at him, puzzled. “What? Why?”

He peers out like a meerkat before kneeling back, burying himself behind the clothes. You look across the floor again, trying to discover what it is among your fellow late night shoppers that your boyfriend seems to be so afraid of.

“Jimin, just tell me what it is that’s botheri-” you stop when you catch something in the corner of your eye. A brown beret, paired with a long brown coat. Tall posture with a smile that can melt the coldest ice. No. Way.

You immediately kneel next to Jimin. “Is that… is that your ex?”

Jimin squirms. “Yeah. Can we go home now? We’ll just make ramyeon or something.”

“What’s his name? Taehyung?”

Jimin nods. You peer out again. “Oh my god, he’s hot, Jimin.”

“Excuse me! I’m right here!”

You give Jimin a look. “Well I appreciate beauty when I see it.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes. “Is he still there?”

You glance over to where Taehyung is standing. “Yeah,” you mumble, then you decide to take a chance.

“Babe,” you scoot closer to Jimin, “remember the thing we talked about?”

Jimin narrows his eyes at you. “You’re referring to the thing, aren’t you?”

You nod your head. “Can we please?”

“Are you crazy?” He sighs exasperatedly.

“Please Jimin,” you clasp your hands together and put on your puppy-eye look. “It can be my Christmas present. Please? Jimin? Babe? Baby?”

He scrunches his nose and acts like he is going through a massive internal struggle. He huffs and puffs, gives you a few looks of ‘I can’t believe you’re making me do this’ before finally relents to your pleading.

“Fine.” He spits out the word.

You squeal and grab his hand. “Let’s go say hi to your ex,” you pull him up and drag him towards where Taehyung is.

“TAEHYUNG!” you call out his name, too excitedly.

**

Jimin plops back on the bed as you go to the bathroom to clean up. Outside, the snow is slowly enveloping the city in white, but Jimin is feeling warm. His chest- no, his whole body- is sweating, and he starts to feel sticky. He should probably take a shower, but at the same time he doesn’t want to leave the bed.

Not when Taehyung is sprawled next to him, as naked as he is.

The ex turns to him and lets out a slow exhale. “Your girlfriend is nuts.”

Jimin giggles. “She’s something, yeah.”

“I didn’t expect running into my ex after two years would lead to… this.”

Jimin shakes his head, chuckling to himself. “I met her not long after you’d left, and she knows how I felt, well, still feel, towards you.”

“And she’s okay with it?”

Before Jimin can answer, you step out of the bathroom. Dressed in just panties and Taehyung’s oversize t-shirt, you look incredibly small and cute. Jimin feels himself stirring again, and from the way Taehyung is squirming, Jimin knows his ex is as affected as he is.

“You know, we’ll be needing another stocking next Christmas.” You declare.

Jimin’s heart stops at your announcement. His eyes definitely zero onto your stomach. Then he looks at Taehyung, who also has the same shocked expression on his face.

“Why,” Jimin stutters, “why would we need another stocking?”

“Because we have a new addition,” you look at Taehyung pointedly.

Taehyung’s eyes widen. He points to himself and you nod, which he takes as confirmation. He scoots closer to Jimin. “Min, correct me if I’m wrong, it doesn’t happen instantaneously, does it?”

Jimin shakes his head in response, his eyes are back on your stomach again. He starts feeling light headed especially when he spots the white plastic stick in your hand.

“What happens instantaneously?” You ask, a little confused at how pale the two men look now, sitting side by side on your bed.

Jimin tries to answer but he only ends up sputtering. Taehyung glances at his ex-boyfriend, wondering how he is feeling right now with the shocked announcement from you.

“Wait,” Taehyung suddenly realizes something, “how do you know it’s me?”

You give him a look. “Well, you’re here, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but we both came in you. How do you know it’s mine?”

“Huh?” You are beyond confused now. “What does it have to do with anything?”

Jimin and Taehyung look at each other, even more confused than before.

“Tae is right, babe,” Jimin finally finds his voice, “How can you be sure the baby is Tae’s?”

It takes you a few seconds to process the question.

“WHAT?” you shriek. “BABY? What are you guys talking about?”

The three of you are suddenly in a bizarre, puzzling Mexican standoff.

“Wait, wait, let’s rewind.” Taehyung breaks the silence. “_______, are you pregnant?”

You cannot believe the question asked to you. “No,” you answer immediately, “no, at least I don’t think I am.”

Jimin scoffs. “Then why are you holding a pregnancy test?”

You look down at your hand. “This?” You raise the white plastic stick. “This is my toothbrush.”

For the umpteenth time that night, Jimin is lost for words. So, he utters a small, “Oh.”, as does Taehyung.

“Guys, what the hell is going on?”

Jimin slams his hands on the bed. “We thought you were pregnant!”

You burst out laughing. “What the hell? Why would I be pregnant? I’m on the pills!”

“Then why did you say another stocking, and… and… “ Jimin stammers.

“And pointing at me when you said new addition.” Taehyung finishes Jimin’s sentence.

You want to pull your hair out. “Because you are the new addition! I thought there was something between the three of us. Like, you know, our chemistry was off the chart! I just feel like tonight isn’t a one off as we thought it would be.”

The expression on the two men’s faces switch from confusion, to realisation, to pride.

“Well, yeah,” Jimin agrees. “So, there’s no baby?”

“What is it with you and babies?” You stomp your way back into the bathroom.

Taehyung exhales loudly. “She’s not pregnant, Min.”

Jimin rests his head on the bed headboard, trying to process the roller coaster of emotions of the night. “The three of us really need to sit down and have a proper discussion.”

The two men start laughing, almost hysterically, as the sound of you brushing your teeth comes out of the bathroom. When you return to the bed, squeezing your way between your boyfriend and his ex- who potentially will also become your boyfriend- you realise something.

“Wait… Do you guys have a pregnancy kink or something?”