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Yoongi stirs from the fog of sleep to someone banging on his bedroom door. It doesn’t take him long to remember what happened the night before considering Jimin is still in his arms staring up at him. There’s a flush to his cheeks and his bottom lip is caught in between his teeth. Yoongi feels the back of his neck get hot at Jimin’s gaze that’s coupled with the thick scent of sex that still lingers in the air. He can’t help but replay the early morning over and over in his head.
When he finally snaps out of it, he’s hyper aware that they’re still naked under the covers with their mess dried between them. It’s gross, and Yoongi knows he probably should have been a gentleman and cleaned them up before they passed out, but he’d been too damn tired.
It takes another persistent knock for his sleep deprived brain to register that they should probably be in a less compromising position whenever whoever it is at the door inevitably barges in.
By then, of course, it’s too late because Jungkook pushes open the door without waiting on his response. Yoongi inwardly curses at himself for not locking it when the younger alpha with a closely trailing Tae peer at them with eyes widened in shock. Yoongi knows what they must look like even without the telling scents of their activities. There’s no real denying it, and Yoongi feels the bubbles of irritation that normally accompany prying himself out of bed but tenfold.
“Get out,” he growls at them before they can recover from their apparent shock. If he asserts some of his alpha dominance when he does, he really can’t be blamed. He grumbles when he thinks about letting another alpha near Jimin so soon after his heat or whatever that was. Yoongi thinks if he was more awake, he’d feel like an obnoxious dickwad for staking claim over Jimin when they’re not even bonded and Jungkook is hardly competing for him. But he’s not, he’s annoyed and prickly when he pulls Jimin closer.
Tae blinks at them before he quickly yanks Jungkook out of the room and closes the door behind them. Only then does Yoongi loosen his grip on Jimin who just smiles at him, pleased.
“Gross, hyung, that’s Jimin! You can’t do that to him! I’m telling your eomma!” Jungkook yells through the door to him. And fuck, Yoongi isn't looking forward to that conversation. His eomma is an alpha through and through and while she might be married to another alpha, Jungkook’s abeoji, she’s far scarier. She might love him, but she loves Jimin like a son. Sometimes it seems like she likes Jimin better than him. His eomma may have raised him, but she’s even weaker to Jimin’s charms than Yoongi is.
“Chim, are you—did you two bond?” Tae asks tentatively through the door.
‘N-no, Taetae,” Jimin answers quickly without so much as sparing Yoongi a glance. Yoongi tries not to feel a little bitter at how fast it comes. He has to shake himself out of it because what the hell is he thinking? He definitely did the right thing by not knotting Jimin so he’s not sure why it rubs him the wrong way that Jimin denied their bonding so quickly.
Besides, Jimin would definitely have regretted it if Yoongi bonded them with his knot despite what his heat addled brain made him say. He’s young, still in high school, he can’t want to be ‘tied down’ yet. Yoongi totally did the right thing. He relaxes.
“We’ll shower and come downstairs,” Yoongi calls to Tae and Jungkook and he waits to hear their retreating footsteps. “You can go first,” he says to Jimin more quietly. Truthfully, Yoongi could do with 10 more minutes of sleep, so it’s probably not that thoughtful of an offer.
“Or you can shower with me, hyung,” Jimin offers and bites his lip enticingly. He sits up and the sheets fall off his chest which is littered with marks that make Yoongi pleased on a primal level. He swallows.
“They’re probably, uh, waiting for us, Jimin-ah.” Yoongi’s eyes snap up to Jimin’s eyes when the sheets move and expose more of him. Yoongi has always held the mantra of don’t touch or look at what’s not yours, and it’s not going to fail him now. He may have been weak and given into an impulse or two, or five million before, but he’s holding strong now. “You should go first,” Yoongi insists, especially when he thinks about how Jungkook has probably already found and told his eomma what happened. They should get there as soon as possible to set the story straight and before his eomma thinks they’re still going at it.
Jimin pouts at him slightly and he gets out of the bed, fully exposing himself as he walks into the ensuite bathroom with nothing but a glance over his shoulder as if he’s making sure Yoongi is watching his hips sway. And yeah, okay, Yoongi was watching, but he doesn’t feel bad about it especially since this might be the last time he’ll ever get to look. It’d be a shame to pass up on the opportunity, but still he tries not to look as affected as he is and looks away until Jimin shuts the door. Yoongi groans and turns over to his stomach before he closes his eyes again.
Jimin pokes him awake not that much longer. Yoongi tries to ignore the fact that the omega’s wet hair reminds him of when it was sweaty from all his squirming around Yoongi’s dick. Yoongi is really not sure if he’ll ever look at Jimin the same way. He can’t believe he ever thought he was innocent. Yoongi points him in the direction of where his hair dryer is plugged in and the closet where he can pick out clothes if he wants when he sees Jimin is still only in a towel.
“Yeah, I’ll find it, hyung, just go shower. I’ll wait for you,” Jimin says and Yoongi grumbles a little bit at getting basically pushed out of bed. He feels Jimin’s eyes raking over his naked body as he goes into the bathroom. Yeah, definitely not innocent.
Yoongi brushes his teeth and showers quickly. He dries off and enters his room with a towel slung low on his hips to see Jimin sitting on his mattress that he must have stripped because it’s bare of sheets. His brown hair is fluffy from where he’s just dried it, and he’s wearing a glaringly orange long sleeve shirt that Yoongi didn’t even know he owned. It fits him somehow. It definitely looks better on him than it probably would on himself which might be why he doesn’t remember owning it. Yoongi likes Jimin in his clothes, even if they’re ones he wouldn’t wear himself. It probably comes from some disgusting alpha instinct to stake ownership on him like Jimin is some kind of possession, and Yoongi can acknowledge that, but it doesn’t stop him from inwardly preening.
Jimin is smiling up at him cutely and now that the shower woke Yoongi up some more and their situation has set in he’s not sure why. “Jimin-ah, I’m not sure what’s got you so happy. I’m probably about to get chewed out for last night, just so you know. My eomma will probably kill me and maybe tell your eomma.” Yoongi has met Jimin’s eomma several times. She’s a nice omega that always pinches his cheeks and tells him how handsome of a man he’s grown into, but he’s not naïve enough to write her off. She gave birth to Jimin after all—and Yoongi knows what he’s capable of, so he wouldn’t put it past her to be scary in her own right. What a mess. Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Hyung, don’t be dramatic. Everything will be fine. You didn’t do anything wrong...I mean, you didn’t do anything you didn’t want to do, right?” Jimin sounds a little apprehensive when he asks. Yoongi’s head snaps over to him and he reaches out a hand to squeeze Jimin’s nape comfortingly.
“Of course I didn’t. You were the one in heat.” Yoongi thinks he should be the one asking him that.
“Phantom. It was a phantom heat. I knew what I was doing.” Jimin blushes at that and Yoongi narrows his eyes at him. He remembers Jimin saying something about that, but his post orgasm brain didn’t allow him to ask everything he wanted to know. He’s about to ask more about it and if there’s any chance he meant the whole thing about knotting him when his real heat comes along, but there’s another knock at the door.
“Are you guys coming? There’s food downstairs.” It’s Tae and he sounds hesitant.
“Yeah,” Yoongi calls. “Jimin-ah, go ahead down. I just need to get dressed. I’ll be right behind you.” Yoongi would feel bad for sending Jimin off to the lion’s den without him if he didn’t know for a fact that Jimin will be better received by his eomma alone. Yoongi nods at the door, and Jimin hesitates a little before he goes.
Yoongi dresses quickly without even doing more than towel drying his hair. He sighs and goes downstairs to get this over with.
Sundays are his eomma’s day off and she usually cooks a meal for everyone to share on the weekends she’s in town and not with Jungkook’s abeoji on his business trips. Jimin and Tae aren’t there always, they have their own families after all, but they’re there pretty often for it to be considered normal for them to be there. Still, even the first time they were there wasn’t as awkward as it is when Yoongi enters the room. It's dead silent. His eomma must be in the kitchen grabbing something because she’s not at her usual seat.
“Morning,” he mutters before he sits at the only other open spot at the table next to Kook and across from Jimin. Jungkook stamps down on his foot as soon as he settles, and Yoongi actually has to stifle a noise of pain. He turns to see Jungkook glaring at him.
“What the hell is that for?” Yoongi asks but his eomma comes back in before he can get an answer out of Jungkook. She’s carrying two mugs of coffee and considering the circumstances, he doesn’t think either of them are for him. This is why he’s surprised when she places one in front of him. Yoongi wonders briefly if it’s poisoned and this will be his last meal before she slaps him upside his head.
“I know I raised you better than that, boy. You need to take better care of Jimin. He says you didn’t even take him on a date first,” she says and Yoongi’s eyes don’t water at the force of her blow, but it’s a near thing. Yoongi’s about to defend himself—pointlessly since he knows his eomma has already made up her mind on the matter—but Jimin jumps in.
“Eomeonim, no, Yoongi-hyung was very sweet and respectful. You raised him well,” he says with a smile and he makes himself small and cute, sitting with his hands between his legs and drawing his shoulders closer together. Yoongi watches as his eomma warms to him. She literally eats that shit up, and when he looks around he can tell everyone thinks he’s innocent—like last night wasn’t mostly his doing. Yoongi doesn’t know if he’s more impressed or scared by Jimin’s ability to play the innocent role. He's too busy trying not to choke at Jimin who somehow led his eomma to believe that they made love in missionary instead of rutting together like animals to really figure it out.
Yoongi wonders what the hell they told his eomma before he got here, but he’s not going to press his luck and ask. That’s an awkward conversation he’s glad to get out of when Tae changes the subject.
After they eat, Jungkook, Tae, and Jimin go into Jungkook’s room. Yoongi still thinks he needs to speak with Jimin alone to make sure they’re okay and on the same page, but when he knocks on the door all he can hear is Tae laughing and Jimin whining like he’s annoyed. He knocks again and Jungkook finally opens the door.
“Go away, hyung, you can’t have anymore of my friends. I can’t believe you took advantage of Jimin-hyung like that,” he says before he shuts the door in Yoongi’s face. The fact that Jungkook thinks he took advantage is reason enough that he needs to have a conversation with them. Yoongi sighs, ready to knock again, but then he hears Tae’s curious, “so hyung is really that big?” It’s all Yoongi needs to decide that it’s not the time and he figures he and Jimin can talk later.
By the time Yoongi is getting ready to go over to Jin and Namjoon’s before work, Jimin and Tae have already left. Yoongi would have liked to check in with Jimin for his own peace of mind. The last thing he wants is for there to be any awkwardness or misunderstanding. He even thinks about texting him before he decides not to. He’d rather have this conversation in person and Jimin will probably be around tomorrow after he gets out of school.
So Yoongi jumps back into the shower to wash his body four more times. He knows he’s going to get shit from his friends for having Jimin’s scent all over him. Showering probably isn’t going to do much to diminish the ingrained scent which will probably last for at least a week.
Hoseok opens the door when he knocks at Jin and Namjoon’s apartment. “Oh, hey, hy-” he starts before he’s clinging to the door frame and hunching over with a hand to his chest.
Yoongi knows Hoseok can be a little extra, but this feels overly dramatic, even for him.
“Joon-ah, come quick! He really did it. Hyung really did the do with little Jiminie.”
Did the do? Yoongi likes to think that they’ve matured past the stage where they call it that, but he can’t say he’s surprised to hear it out of Hoseok’s mouth. Yoongi can hear Namjoon skid down the hall before he appears behind Hoseok. He watches as Namjoon’s nostrils flare.
“Damn, there’s no real denying that. Jiminie? I think I’m going to have to see this kid to believe he’s not a kid anymore.”
Yoongi feels his lips form a firm line, and Namjoon just smiles at him with his dimples and holds up a fist. Yoongi shakes his head, and Namjoon grabs his wrist from his side and arranges his hand halfheartedly into a fist for a fist bump. “Yeah, put it there, hyung.”
Yoongi snorts and pulls his hand back from his oaf of a friend before he pushes his way past them into the apartment. “Hey, hyung,” Yoongi greets Jin in favor of listening to Namjoon and Hoseok’s rapid fire conversation about who figured him and Jimin would get together first. Clearly neither Namjoon nor Hoseok had thought it a possibility considering their shock, so Yoongi doubts he’s missing any real discussion. Jin’s sitting at the table doing something on a laptop, but he looks up at him with a smile at his greeting.
“Hey, seems like you’ve had an interesting weekend so far,” Jin says wiggling his eyebrows and laughing at himself. Yoongi knows a prompt when he hears one and he knows how nosy Jin can be about things like this. He sits down at the table across from him and he’s not at all surprised when they’re quickly joined by Namjoon and Hoseok like they don’t want to miss the story either.
Yoongi tells them the abridged version without giving any gory details: they’d slept in the same bed, woke up to Jimin’s supposed ‘phantom heat’—whatever that was, and had sex. Jin laughs.
“Yoongi-yah, how do you not know what a phantom heat is? They might be rare, but it’s covered in every basic health class—” Jin pauses at this like he realizes who he’s talking to before he looks at all three of their curious faces. “You know what? Nevermind. I forgot you three thought you were too good for that.”
“Hyung, why would we attend that class? All that information is online and our teacher was God awful. She made us run around the block 6 times before she started lecturing because she thought it would keep us awake while she droned on about why we should never drink alcohol. I somehow doubt she ever made it to the dynamics part of the curriculum,” Namjoon tries to argue, but Jin doesn’t look impressed.
“Joon-ah, you told me you three stopped going after the first week, how would you know whether or not she lectured on dynamics?” Jin argues back and Yoongi sighs, wondering when the food he knows they ordered will get there.
“Well, I knew what I was doing with you, didn’t I? Why does it matter?” Namjoon counters, but as soon as he says it, it sounds like he wishes he could take it back. Hoseok barely even tries to stifle his laugh as he and Yoongi share a look. Jin doesn’t look amused, in fact Yoongi thinks he looks like he’s about to tear into Namjoon. Namjoon sends Yoongi a look that’s clearly a cry for help.
“I thought it was just something Jimin made up. Phantom heats, I mean,” Yoongi interrupts to divert Jin’s attention. It works, mostly.
“You didn’t believe him when he told you?” Jin asks and turns a disapproving look at him.
“No, I believe him,” Yoongi says thinking back to how desperate Jimin had seemed and how nice it had been to have his body beneath him, begging for him before he quickly snaps himself out of it. “I’ve just never heard of that.”
“It’s a real thing. It’s pretty rare and it’s a little bit more than just him smelling your recent rut. Let’s just say it wouldn’t have happened had you not been there with him and on the same page as him, if you know what I mean. Both of your pheromones must be compatible that way.”
Maybe it’s supposed to comfort him, but Yoongi just feels like it’s more his fault, somehow. Sure Jimin knew what he was doing—and as Yoongi remembers it, he really knew what he was doing—and his body was primed for it, but that doesn’t mean he actually wanted for everything to happen the way it did. Yoongi can’t kick the nagging feeling that maybe he took advantage of the situation.
“Don’t look so upset, hyung. That’s good news. It means he’s just as thirsty for you as you are for him,” Hoseok says brightly, but Yoongi just stares at him blankly as he laughs.
“Honestly, hyung, I’m not sure what the big deal is, it was pretty clear even before his phantom heat that you wanted to do the do with him. Besides, it’s not like you knotted him, the world still turns,” Namjoon assures Yoongi as he pats him on his shoulder and grins at him. Yoongi’s pretty sure Namjoon is just happy to not be under Jin’s fire anymore.
Yes, the world still turns. It’s not like Yoongi is mad about it or anything. He hadn’t done anything he didn’t want to do and he doesn’t really think Jimin did either. The way Jin makes it sound, Jimin wouldn’t have gone into a phantom heat if he didn’t want to do the do with him—and God why is that phrase in his thoughts? Also, Yoongi doubts, whether it was a serious request or not, that Jimin would have asked for his knot during his next heat if he regretted what happened.
Yoongi doesn’t want to share that tidbit with his friends until he’s spoken to Jimin more about it. He thinks his friends would probably freak out and say he was moving a bit too fast considering they know his stance on bonding.
Yoongi might not seem like it, but he’s a romantic at heart. These are modern times; bonded pairs don’t always stay together even if you can only bond once in a lifetime. He doesn’t look down on people that don’t end up with their bondmates, but he’s always privately hoped that the one he knots and ties to him for life will be the one he spends the rest of his life with. Call him old fashioned, but he wants the scent he carries with him to be the same one he comes home to. He doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that even if it isn’t a belief a lot of young people share.
There's a knock at the door signifying the food has arrived so the conversation gets put to rest for now. Yoongi doubts he's heard the end of it.