Archive of Our Own

 

“We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

”The King is requesting your presence”. 

That’s what Jungkook heard seconds before he felt his body hitting the floor with a loud thump, followed by the muted sound of his sword falling to his side. Suddenly, the omega finds himself lying on the dirty ground, cloudy sky above him, with a few birds flying from their nests to escape the oncoming winter. 

Taehyung's laugh echoes through the open courtyard, as he took advantage of Jungkook's brief moment of distraction to knock him down once again - both were newly graduated knights and loved to practice together. The alpha knew that wasn't exactly a fair thing to do, to take advantage of Jungkook like this, but no battle that they would face in the future would be fair, and the enemy wouldn't forgive anyone's hesitation or distraction.

Despite the chilly weather and the sun hidden by clouds, Jungkook’s skin was damp with sweat from practicing with Taehyung, and goosebumps rose on his skin in the cold wind.

Jungkook stares at the two older knights dressed in light training gear with wide eyes, and the two familiar faces he knew for so long are staring back at him in amusement and something Jungkook might describe as fondness.  Both Knights were dressed in similar clothing, the armor they were wearing was lighter than what they would wear in regular days -  the kingdom had been at peace for some time, and there was no need for offensive clothing and weapons while walking around within the kingdom.

“The King is what?!” Jungkook asks after a moment, eyes sparkling with curiosity as he tries to understand why the King was requesting him, specifically. The omega sits up on the dirt floor, while Taehyung uses his hands to pet Jungkook’s head, removing the hay from the younger one’s hair, still giggling a bit. Taehyung’s fluffy hair is moving with the wind, and he is a little breathless from the practice when the other Alpha speaks.

“Jungkook-ah, you know I don’t like to repeat myself!” Seokjin whines, crossing his arms on his chest and laughing at the two younger men. His strawberry blonde hair was moving with the wind as if he stepped out of a romance novel, eyes turning into crescent moons when he smiles. However, Seokjin’s handsomeness wasn’t his best trait: he was one of the most respected knights, known for his innovative strategies and invaluable ability to make extraordinary deals for the good of the kingdom, avoiding bigger problems and wars.

Hoseok chuckles as he helps the younger one to his feet again, lifting Jungkook’s big body so easily that the omega almost felt like he was a doll, not an actual man - Hoseok was smaller than him, but that didn’t make him weaker. The alpha was always a source of comfort and happiness not only to Jungkook but to everyone around him, while his easy smile and charisma were just some of his most notable features, and along with his resilience and his persistence, made him one of the most important knights in the kingdom. His quick reactions and precision also made him one of the King's most lethal knights - the kingdom’s secret weapon.

“I don’t understand,” Jungkook mutters and Taehyung giggles, taking a stray piece of hay from Jungkook’s hair. “Jiminie is asking for you, dummy. What’s so complicated?” Taehyung asks, and Seokjin rolls his eyes at his younger brother. 

“Taehyung-ah! You shouldn’t talk about the King like this, especially in public spaces,” Seokjin scolds light-heartedly, looking around to see if there were more people near them. There wasn't anyone close enough to hear them both, but if there were, it wouldn't really be a surprise. Taehyung and Jimin were born in the same year, a few months apart, and since then, they have become inseparable, being raised as brothers in the castle.

The fluffy-haired Alpha was not only Jimin’s soulmate but also Jungkook’s training partner, excelling in using his sharp mind to come up with quick and unexpected moves and answers, teaching his beloved maknae the most original and exquisite techniques to combat and lure in his enemies. Taehyung's aura was extremely intimidating to many, when in fact he was an overgrown pup, extremely affectionate with his loved ones. Not less lethal, though.

“If Jiminie wanted more respect from me, he shouldn’t have me as his soulmate,” he says giggling, and the elders smile a bit, unable to deny that it was true. “I know too much about him to have some respect left,” Taehyung continues and Hoseok laughs loudly at Seokjin’s scandalised face, clapping his hands.

The Kim brothers were incredibly funny, even more so when together, to Hoseok's great entertainment. The Kim family came from a royal bloodline as well, not just nobles but warriors too. There were three Kim brothers, and while Taehyung and Seokjin preferred the action-leading them to become knights, the middle brother - Namjoon - preferred the philosophical discussions, becoming the adviser to the new king. He was also a little clumsy with the swords, but no one will mention that. 

Hoseok was the son of a pack leader alpha from another clan, who was sent as an ally to the kingdom. He and Jimin became great friends quickly, and when the old king passed away, he became one of the new king's head knights.

As the Kim brothers bickered and Hoseok laughed at them, Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about the reasons why the King was asking for him. 

The King. 

Asking for him.

It had been a while since the last time he saw the new king, since His Majesty was always busy with his royal duties to make things work, keeping the kingdom safe and sound. Even when they were close to each other, there was barely any time to talk or see each other properly, Jimin always being dragged from place to place with a huge entourage running behind to assist him in his royal duties. Jungkook knew it must be chaotic for Jimin, and that even though he had been raised to assume the throne, it was much more difficult to actually do it. It was a huge responsibility to rule and take care of the lives of so many people, especially at such a young age. However, even in the middle of the chaos, Jimin always made sure to smile and bow politely to Jungkook whenever they crossed paths, and if no one was looking, he’d give the omega a wink too, or a playful slap on the ass, making Namjoon look at them scandalised.  

In these moments, Jungkook would blush and smile shyly, trying to not think too much - or too hard - about these actions and the meaning of it, doing his best to cherish these briefly shared instances as little tokens of their story, crumbs of the things they could have been if they had the chance. If Jungkook was brave enough to confess.

It was unique to Jungkook - his feelings about Jimin. He wasn't sure when affection turned into something more, and he was always terrified of somehow losing Jimin's friendship, for having fallen in love at some point. 

Jimin and Jungkook grew up together, Jungkook’s mother becoming Jimin’s wet nurse after the Queen died after the Prince’s birth, breastfeeding the little boy and raising him with as much love as she would give to her own children. When Jungkook was born a few years later, Jimin was enchanted by the little boy that he could hold in his arms with his tiny chubby hands, promising the little one that he would do everything to keep him safe, happy, and protected. 

“Hi Jungkook-ah, I’m Minnie. I’ll take care of you,” Tiny Jimin whispered in Jungkook's baby ear, his childhood innocence showing when he held the newborn for the first time. 

After that, they became inseparable, spending most of their time with each other. Thanks to the fact that the late Queen was so close to Jungkook's mother, and that Jungkook’s mother was Jimin's wet nurse, the omega had “privileges” in his education, spending most of his time at the castle, attending classes with Jimin and living among the nobility, becoming Jimin's partner in voice lessons and sword training. 

And in the mishaps, of course.

Together, they would make the maids and older knights go insane by running through the kingdom, Jimin sneaking into the Royal Kitchen to steal them some candies, while Jungkook would entertain Jimin with his songs for hours straight, when they should be studying. 

When they reached puberty, Jungkook became taller than Jimin, counting it as an advantage all the time, calling the Prince tiny  - Jimin would be offended for a minute or two when it happened, but it wasn’t that important, and the blonde would claim with a smug smile that even if Jungkook became taller and broader than him, he would never be the hyung.

It was Jimin's victory.

People expected the two to present as alphas, since Jimin descended from royal Alpha's, and Jungkook from Alpha's warriors. “It’s obvious both boys will be alphas,” everyone said, even more so because male omegas were rare. However, things didn’t happen as expected: Jimin presented as an Alpha a little after his sixteenth birthday, while Jungkook presented as an omega when he turned fifteen.

It was extremely difficult for Jungkook when this happened, and he would never forget the night he cried in Jimin's lap during his first heat, the soothing alpha scent calming his omega. Jimin stayed by his side the whole night, massaging Jungkook’s belly when the cramps became unbearable, scenting him when he was too restless to sleep. Jimin's eyes were worried, and he felt powerless back then.

Jungkook was frustrated not because he was an omega, but because he knew that from then on, his vocation and dreams would have to be changed to suit his new "status".

His dream of being a knight was over.

“Omegas were made to be bred, give birth, and nurse,” the old king once said, and Jungkook never forgot about that, never forgot about the way Jimin punched the table and yelled at his own father, before being grounded for it. 

“My first decree as a King will be changing that,” Jimin said that night, holding Jungkook’s hands, their faces wet with tears, as they were sitting on the windowsill of Jimin's bedroom. The prince never forgot his promises, but Jungkook feared there wouldn't be enough time for him to change that. After that night, Jimin was prohibited to see Jungkook, and people tried to separate the two of them.

“You need to be educated, to be a good omega for your future alpha, Jungkook-ah.” they would say, dragging the omega to the kitchen, to the sewing studio, to the school. While Jungkook didn’t hate to sew, cook, and teach, he felt powerless, like he was losing control of his own life and future every time someone said “You’re gonna get married to a nice Knight.”  

Marriage was a constant theme in Jungkook's life, and he had to deal daily with the fact that he would soon be introduced to society, offered to someone in marriage.

Jimin's father would take care of it personally - he promised.

Until that promise, Jungkook hadn't felt fear in his life - his greatest fear becoming to be separated from Jimin by an arranged marriage, being taken away, having to submit to a life he didn't want.

“The Prince will get married to someone of the nobility. You need to stop thinking about him, it will only cause you pain.” Jungkook’s mother said once, while he was crying, taking away from the omega the shirt that Jimin left for him. People thought that after that they would grow apart naturally, but Jimin never accepted that, sneaking away from his room in the middle of the night to meet Jungkook at the foot of their favorite peach tree. 

During these nights, Jungkook felt normal again, unafraid. Like nothing had changed. Jimin’s smile was enchanting as always, and his arms were still the safest place on earth. They would still talk about the same things, share their secrets as they always did. They had the same thoughts, the same worries. 

They missed each other like hell.

It was comforting to Jungkook to know that Jimin never looked down on him - or anyone - because of their rank or bloodline. To Jimin, it didn’t matter. To Jungkook, it didn't matter either. They were just Jimin and Jungkook, and that was enough. Between them, things didn’t change.

Things changed when Jimin’s father passed away, and the Prince became the King, the duties of ruling the kingdom alone at such a young age consuming not only Jimin’s time but much more than both could put into words.  “I’m scared” Jimin whispered under the tree, biting the soft, ripe peach, juice running down his arms and staining his white shirt. His eyes were distant, and it was the night before the coronation ceremony. 

“Hyung, you’ll be a great King,” Jungkook answered softly, holding Jimin’s hand. Peach juice made Jungkook's hands wet too, the sweet scent filling the air.

“No. I’m not afraid to be a King. It’ll take me a lot to be worse than my father,” Jimin joked, squeezing Jungkook's fingers lightly. The touch was a bit sticky, but neither minded that. Neither of them smiled too. 

“What’s wrong, then?” 

This time Jimin smiled, not answering Jungkook’s question. His eyes were glued in their intertwined fingers, feeling the softness and calluses of Jungkook's hands. Then, he raised Jungkook’s hand to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss in the back of his palm. It smelled and tasted like peaches, and for a moment, Jimin asked himself how Jungkook’s lips would taste if they kissed. Jungkook thought the same, thanking the gods above that he was using scent blockers to avoid unrequited attention from other alphas, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to explain or hide his own feelings.

Jimin pushed the thought to the back of his head, looking at Jungkook’s sparkling eyes before smiling.

Jungkook remembers the moment perfectly, Jimin’s white shirt open on his chest, stained with peach juice that dripped from his lips when he bit the fruit. He had dark circles under his eyes, but his smile was still bright and honest, his voice always in a soft tone reserved for Jungkook only. His green tea scent wasn’t dulled, but Jungkook could feel how nervous he was about the future. “Nothing.” He said with a smile, golden eyes disappearing for a moment. “See you tomorrow?”   Jimin asked, biting another piece of peach, before Jungkook took the fruit from his hands, biting a piece himself.

Yes, their kiss would definitely taste like peaches.

“Yes, I’ll be there,” Jungkook said with a blush on his face.

That was their last moment together under the tree.

Now, he couldn’t think what the King could want from him.

“Jungkook-ah!” Hoseok calls again, snapping his fingers in front of the maknae’s face to try to get his attention. He’s still amused by Jungkook’s perplexed face but is no longer smiling. The three alphas stare back at Jungkook, as if they were waiting for an answer. 

“Hm?” The youngest answers, and Hoseok smiles again.

“The King is waiting.” He says, and Jungkook nods.

As Jungkook grabs his sword and makes his way to the throne room, he doesn’t look back to see the other three staring at his back.

He can’t think about anything else.

The King is waiting.

☀️

When Jungkook enters the throne room, a shiver runs down his spine. He’s sweaty and dirty, his training clothes draped all over, Taehyung’s scent clinging to his skin from their previous wrestling fight on the floor. Not that Jimin would mind - he knew them and about their practicing routine - but the omega couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. 

Jungkook wasn’t planning to see the King today - or even soon. He didn’t even know that the King was in the palace, and felt as if it was extra inadequate to walk inside the throne room dressed like this. It was silly and deep down, he knew that, but his nerves were getting the best of him. 

Maybe, it was the nervousness of seeing Jimin after so long apart.

Jungkook fidgets with his fingers, trying his best to fix his hair, cleaning the sweat and dirt from his face with the back of his hands. He is murmuring to himself as he walks, ready to apologise for his appearance, when to his surprise, Jungkook didn’t meet the King sitting on the throne as he had expected. 

Instead, he meets Kim Namjoon, the King’s advisor.

His beloved hyung.

“Gguk-ah!” Namjoon says, when they are alone after the maids and knights left them, as the Alpha requested. 

“Hyung,” he smiles and lets himself be held in Namjoon’s embrace for a brief moment, the alpha ignoring Jungkook’s current state. His fancy clothes contrast with Jungkook’s, but the omega doesn’t feel inadequate anymore. Namjoon is atired all in white, blonde hair falling a bit into his face. The alpha’s gentle expression makes Jungkook feel better about himself, more confident.

 Even when he wrinkles his nose. 

“Yah! Jungkook-ah, you and Taehyung need to stop rolling on the floor like you’re pups,”  Namjoon scolds, but Jungkook smiles, knowing that his hyung would never actually be mad at him about that. 

Jimin kept his promise, and one of the first changes Jimin did was to change the rule that prevented people from doing things based on their ranks. Jimin wanted to ensure that everyone had a chance to serve their Kingdom if they wished to, just as he had changed the rule that allowed only omegas to teach or work in the kitchen. 

“Every single one of you should have the freedom to decide your own path in life, and the chance to mold your own future, build your own story,” Jimin had said in his first speech as a King, followed by a standing ovation. Jungkook was there, sighing with relief. 

Ironically, Jimin didn't have many choices, since he was the only son and sole heir to the king.

"It's not because I don't have a choice that I don't want people to not have it either," Jimin whispered once, while he and Jungkook were laying at the base of a tree. Jungkook didn't know if Jimin would have chosen something different for his life if he could, for it seemed like the crown was made for Jimin, not the other way around. A benevolent and gentle king, but still firm and wise even at a young age. Jungkook knew that even if some things were taught in schools, nobility wasn't something that can be learned.  

“Jungkook-ah. The King asked for your help,” Namjoon says, guiding Jungkook to a seat close to the throne. It’s afternoon, as they sit at a small table, and Namjoon pours them both tea. The scent of chamomile fills the air, and Jungkook feels calmer as he sips the warm tea slowly, big doe eyes staring at Namjoon with rapt attention.

As absurd as it was, Jungkook was thinking that the king was looking for him to punish him, rather than to ask for his help. After all, what could Jungkook offer?

“My help?” he asks quietly, and Namjoon smiles. 

“Yes. Only if you want to, of course,” Namjoon replies, taking a sip of tea, gazing out the window. Outside, children ran freely after school, carrying books in their arms.
They look happy, carefree. Not so long ago the scenario was different, because the late king made everyone's life more difficult. It was a surprise to everyone that Jimin grew up so differently from his father, with progressive opinions about how a kingdom should be run and how to treat people. The young king wasn’t someone who treated his people like pieces in a game he was the master of, but as humans, with lives that matter and dreams to be fulfilled.

Unfortunately, being treated with decency and kindness is something new for many, if not everybody.

“Of course. Yes.” Jungkook agrees quickly, and Namjoon smiles a bit wider. He knew very well how Jungkook felt about the king and the kingdom, and how he felt about helping others, about being helpful. Jungkook was a good man, Namjoon thought, and would be one of the greatest knights they could have.

“Thank you Jungkook-ah, I’m sure the King appreciates it. But, listen to what I have to say first.”

“Oh. Yes. Ok.” Jungkook agrees, sitting on top of his feet as he listens intently to his hyung. Namjoon’s face is blushing a bit when he speaks again, but he doesn’t avoid the omega’s eyes.

“The King is close to his rut. Probably he has some hours left.”  Namjoon begins, and Jungkook swallows dry, cup held in midair. What?

It takes a second or two for him to understand what this implies, and Jungkook feels his face blushing too when he speaks. 

“Oh." Jungkook says, looking at his fingers.

“Yes. We know there are concubines and consorts, and people are willing to serve the King in his…needs.” Namjoon says, gesturing with his hands, cheeks red with embarrassment. Jimin wanted to ask Jungkook himself, but the counselor told him it wasn’t a good idea, since someone could hear them. It wasn’t wrong what Jimin was going to ask jungkook, but they needed to be careful about rumours. The alpha sips his tea, analysing Jungkook’s reaction. Jungkook is using scent blockers, but no scent is needed to be able to tell how he feels. “But the King asked for you. The King asked... No. No.  Jimin asked for you to spend his rut with him, if you want to.” 

Jungkook nods, trying to process Namjoon’s words. It was common for the king to have all sorts of consorts and concubines for such moments, and Jungkook knew that offers of marriage and the like were not lacking for Jimin - rumours were that the King would have to pick a partner soon, people would say that it’s not good for kings at such young age to rule alone, without a partner by their side. Besides, Jimin needed to produce heirs to the throne, to continue the lineage as soon as possible. 

However, despite the rumors and pressure coming from people, Jungkook had never seen the alpha with people.

Jungkook tried to not think too much about the rumours - not only because he was jealous, but because the thought of Jimin made him hot and bothered too, made him push his fingers inside his leaking hole late at night to calm down his lust. The omega secretly wanted to know how it would be to be with him, if Jimin would act gently like he usually was with him, or if Jimin would be rough. The thought alone was enough to make him blush, and the omega would never admit how many times he wished to be claimed by Jimin. 

Jungkook wasn’t inexperienced with sex, despite always choosing to spend his heats alone in one of the dorm rooms reserved for omegas, with his favorite ruined pillow and skillful fingers. His hyungs also helped him as they could, bringing him candies or scenting his bedding to calm down his restless omega. 

However, now, Jungkook couldn’t understand why Jimin chose him to spend his rut with. Jungkook was sure that other people could be more helpful to the alpha. 

“Why me?” Jungkook whispers, looking at the blue sky with few clouds, where the sun was shining despite the icy weather. Golden light bathed the trees and houses, making everything shimmer in shades of gold. Jungkook knew he was very dear to Jimin, the alpha somehow always making sure he had what he needed and wanted, even from afar. It wasn’t unheard of for Jimin to send him delicious food, glimmering jewelry and beautiful fabrics to make new clothes. 

Namjoon smiles a bit, pitying the younger one for being so oblivious to Jimin's feelings. “I don’t think it’s up to me to say the why. What I can say is that you've known each other for a long time, Jimin has always liked you a lot, and most of all, he trusts you.” Namjoon says, and Jungkook smiles. Internally, it was like his stomach was full of fluttering butterflies, a giddy feeling inside his chest. “However, Jimin asked for you only if you want to. You don’t have to, of course. Jimin doesn't want you to feel obligated to do this for him because he's the king, and because he's asking.”

“I understand,” Jungkook says, knowing better than anyone else that Jimin would never use his power or influence to ask something for himself, especially something like that. Listening to Namjoon say that Jimin liked and trusted him enough to ask for it made him feel all sorts of things, and Jungkook silently thanked heaven for the scent blockers he decided to take in the morning.

He wasn’t really good at hiding his feelings.

 “So,” Namjoon clears his throat, his voice back to what Jungkook describes as the hyung voice “I suggest you think a bit while you take a bath. You don’t have much time to think, and you stink. Yoongi hyung is waiting for you.”

“Yoongi hyung?” Jungkook asks, surprised. Yoongi was the head omega of the king's entourage, taking care of all matters related to the wellness of the King and people. Yoongi was also one of the few male omegas Jungkook knew, and unlike him, Yoongi had chosen to take care of others. The Omega was intimidating, his knowledge of diverse subjects extremely vast, and contrary to what they thought, he didn't come from royalty. The omega was often mistaken as an alpha too, and while very serious about his position as head omega, Yoongi was extremely fun and loving , fiercely protecting the ones he loved.

After the sudden death of Jungkook's mother - which left Jungkook and Jimin devastated - Yoongi was the person who took care of them, guiding them with love and a firm hand. Yoongi was only two years older than Jimin, but took his role as hyung very seriously as well, like everything he did. Jungkook knew the omega would be the most sensible and true person he could turn to in moments like this - with Yoongi, there would be no judgments or biased opinions.

Yoongi also knew about Jungkook’s feelings for Jimin, which made things easier for him. Perhaps, Yoongi was the person Jungkook should see right now. 

“Mhm, Yoongi hyung. You’re in big, big trouble, young man.” Namjoon jokes and Jungkook laughs, before finishing his tea quickly. Jungkook takes his leave and tries his best not to run to Yoongi’s small palace, opposite the throne room.

☀️

Jungkook walks with unhurried steps through the courtyard, while his heartbeat races internally. The scenery was beautiful - several gardens and fountains dotted the open courtyard, separating the small private palaces and patios. It was almost like a village, and servants were walking calmly from one side to the other: some working, others relaxing. The trees had no more flowers and fruits, leaves falling to the ground in the cold fall wind.

The omega was distracted by his thoughts, not noticing the cross looks other omegas gave him. Despite all the secrecy, some were jealous of the knight, calling him the "King's Favorite" behind his back, with a grimace on their faces. Jungkook didn't care about it, though. 

Soon, Jungkook reaches Yoongi's door, knocking twice before opening it. “Hyung?” Jungkook calls once he enters the small palace, decorated in light, muted tones. There were some colorful paintings scattered on the walls, some by Jungkook. Everything there conveyed serenity and tranquility. Safety. Like his hyung scent. 

Yoongi's scent of tangerine and honey filled the entire room, and Jungkook felt good inside. "I'm here." Yoongi's voice comes from one of the bath room, and Jungkook follows the sound. When he enters the room, Jungkook sees his hyung in a soft pink hanbok, adorned with a navy blue ribbon. Yoongi's light hair is curled a bit, framing his face as he adds bath salts to the giant wooden tub in the middle of the room, warm water waiting for Jungkook. "Close the door unless you want others to see your ass."

“Hyung!” Jungkook exclaims shyly, and Yoongi chuckles.

As the only other male omega of their group, Yoongi had seen Jungkook in the most compromising situations before, helping him through it. Yoongi had already seen the worst of Jungkook during one of his heats, where the younger omega had confessed everything he wanted most. So, for Yoongi, it wasn't exactly news to see Jungkook’s pretty ass, or anything else for that matter.

“It’s a pretty ass Jungkook-ah, you should be proud of it,” Yoongi jokes and Jungkook rolls his eyes, shutting the door behind him. 

In the bedroom there are a few velvet sofas scattered, fresh fruit and jugs of water and milk are waiting for him on wooden tables, large windows that overlook the deserted flower field. Jungkook also notices perfumes on one of the tables, as well as a collection of fine hanboks.

"It's all for you, and you can use anything after you take a bath. I can barely see your face under all this dirt." Yoongi scolds staring at Jungkook, who smiles, trying to wipe his forehead once more with the back of his hand. Yoongi shakes his head, walking over to the youngest and helping him undress. Jungkook thanks him for the help, and feels like he's melting in the bathtub as the hot water soothes his sore muscles. 

The older omega watches him for a few minutes, before taking a jar and pouring some of the thick liquid into his hands, going to Jungkook and running his fingers through the younger boy's hair. Jungkook relaxes under Yoongi's care, letting the older omega wash his hair and back, the places where he can't reach. Yoongi hums a song as he does this, and Jungkook joins him, finding it easy to follow the melody.

“How are you feeling?” Yoongi asks quietly, once the scent blocker is washed off, and he notices the usually sweet scent of Jungkook is almost sour with nervousness.

Jungkook thinks for a minute, playing with the flower petals floating in the hot water. Yoongi waits patiently for an answer, rinsing Jungkook's dark hair in the meantime. Yoongi knew it wasn't exactly easy for Jungkook to talk about some things, but he also knew that the younger one was good at asking for help when needed. Some choices Jungkook would make on his own, and when he needed advice from Yoongi, he would be there for him. The head omega never judged or teased Jungkook because anything.

Jungkook was aware of all this too, he knew that his Yoongi hyung wouldn't scold him. 

“Nervous.” Jungkook whispers, and Yoongi hums, walking around the bath and sitting in a velvet blue and golden chair beside the bathtub, facing Jungkook.

"Do you want to talk about it?" The head omega asks and Jungkook nods, face red with embarrassment.

"I don't know how I could serve the King in a moment like this” 

“First of all, as much as we use terms like King and His Majesty, at the end of the day you will be with Jimin. And you’re probably the person who knows Jimin the best,” Yoongi says and Jungkook nods, looking at his hyung. Yoongi's face is serious, but his eyes are kind. He almost looks too small with the hanbok around his body, but Jungkook knew how deadly Yoongi could be if he wanted to. He had seen Yoongi in combat a long time ago.

"Do you like Jimin?" Yoongi asks and Jungkook agrees, nodding. "This is already a start."

Jungkook sits properly again, looking at his hands once again. "I don’t know what to think, I guess I’m worried about the after. What if this ruins everything? What if it means too much for me but not the same for him?” 

"Well, Gguk-ah. I believe Jimin asked you specifically, because you matter to him as much as he matters to you. You know, he could fuck any hole or person that came along, but he'd rather spend his rut with someone who makes it special, who he truly cares about. If it wasn’t important, he wouldn't have asked for you in the first place.” Yoongi says and Jungkook blushes again, closing his eyes. “By the way, some concubines are quite pissed off about that, too." Yoongi says with a mischievous grin on his face. "I think if you feel like doing it, then do it. If you're in doubt, don't do it. If there isn't an explicit yes, then it's a no."

Jungkook let the words sink in, thinking about it. Jimin had commented to Jungkook a long time ago that as soon as he presented as an alpha, he was "gifted" with concubines to serve him as he wanted to. They were talking at the table at Seokjin's house, after the dinner the elder alpha had made for everyone. That night, Jimin confessed that while pleasure was a good thing, he felt it wasn't good enough...like something was missing. "At the end of the day, it was like a third hand," Jimin joked sadly and everyone laughed, while Jungkook tried to disguise the red in his cheeks.

Serving Jimin during his rut would be something that could ruin their friendship, but in reality, Jungkook didn't have much to lose now. Jimin was increasingly becoming a distant figure from him - and not because he wanted to. Soon Jimin would get married to someone else, and Jungkook would hate himself for not doing things he wanted to do, or saying things he wanted to say. Perhaps this would be the last oportunity for him to finally confess his feelings. Jungkook had already missed too many chances, and at some point, he knew that chances would run out. However, Jungkook didn't expect Jimin to confess his feelings back - at best, Jimin would reciprocate, at worst, Jungkook could get on with his life and no regrets.

Also, by spending the King's rut with him, Jungkook would be bale to fulfill some of his most secret fantasies too.

"Jungkook? I can feel your boner from here." Yoongi muttered, holding a towel for Jungkook. The youngest omega felt his face burn with embarrassment, getting out of the tub and wrapping himself in the soft towel. 

"I think I want it," Jungkook says as Yoongi helped him into a pale blue silk hanbok, accentuating his thin waist. Yoongi had made him wear some perfume, but not to the point where it covered his natural scent. 

"You can change your mind at any time, I'm sure." Yoongi said, combing the younger omega's hair.

"I know, I'm bigger than him anyway." Jungkook jokes and they both laugh, knowing that even if he was bigger, Jungkook would have to put up a good fight against Jimin to actually win.

But physical strength wouldn't be needed anyway. Not for fights, at least.

"Jimin is waiting for you, when you feel ready," Yoongi says when Jungkook is done, and the omega takes one last look at himself in the giant mirror, watching his figure in the reflection. He looked good - his eyes were shining, skin glowing in the fading sunlight, lips red with some balm that Yoongi applied earlier.

“I’m ready.” Jungkook says, eyes sparkling, a small smile on his face.

Jungkook thanks Yoongi for his help, promising that he wouldn't go beyond his limits. Yoongi watches him go, silently wishing that they could finally put an end to their agony, and see the truth.

“Pups.” Yoongi chuckles, sitting on one of the sofas and peeling a tangerine to eat.

☀️

The King’s palace room isn’t too far from Yoongi’s, so Jungkook takes his time to appreciate the winter sunlight bathing the flowers around him. On the way, he picks some daisies to give to Jimin. He still feels a little nervous, but he's excited about the idea of spending Jimin's rut with him. As if by a miracle, the sky opens and the sunlight shines dimly while he walks, painting the garden and buildings gold. There are some wispy clouds in the sky, and Jungkook basks in the sunlight for a moment, enjoying the warmth, trying to ease his nerves.

Jungkook still arrives at the palace’s door earlier than he planned, and takes a deep breath once, twice, three times, before knocking on the door. A few moments pass before the door opens, and to Jungkook's surprise, the King is the one who opens the door. Jimin's eyes are as golden as the afternoon sunlight, and as he breathes in, Jungkook is hit by the strong scent of green tea mixed with something muskier that all alphas have. Jungkook tries his best not to whine in submission already, swallowing dryly.

The omega had already been around other alphas in pre-rut, but that was something new for him. Jimin watches him hungrily, golden eyes showing how his inner alpha was close to taking control of him. His blond hair was perfectly combed parted off to one side, and he was wearing lilac silk pajamas. 

Beautiful, Jungkook thought, Jimin was absolutely beautiful. 

No memory or painting would ever do justice to Jimin's beauty - his sharp eyes and plump, rosy lips, were far more than an artist or human mind could capture or convey.

Jungkook bows politely to the King maybe a minute too late, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care about it. 

"Jungkook-ssi, please come in." Jimin says softly, giving Jungkook room to enter his palace. Hearing his name, Jungkook comes back to himself, nodding as he steps in, leaving his shoes off to the side of the door. 

"My King," Jungkook bows formally again, handing the flowers to Jimin. The alpha smiles, accepting the daisies. He separates branches with his hands, placing a small bunch behind Jungkook's ear.

“Thank you,” Jimin whispers. Jungkook smiles, feeling like maybe, things haven't changed as much as he thought they would. Seeing Jimin smiling as he always did was comforting, as if Jungkook had a piece - a very dear piece - of his life back. "You remember,” Jimin says and Jungkook nods, flustered. Daisies were Jimin's favorite flowers.

Jimin was also amazed to see Jungkook now. Jungkook was taller than him, with broad shoulders and strong muscles. His face were at the same time sculpted with sharp angles, while there was the unforgettable and incomparable sparkle in Jungkook's eyes, a delicacy on his nose and mouth - a beauty Jimin could never describe. And even if he could, nothing would come close to describing who Jungkook truly was. Jimin followed Jungkook's life closely from afar, fulfilling his promise to care for and protect the younger one.

The omega was one of the best new knights in the kingdom - Jungkook was not only skilled in martial arts, but always sought to be fair and help others who needed it most, something that he did ever since they were kids. For the alpha, it was wonderful to see Jungkook becoming more and more the man he always wanted to be, and his chest swelled with pride at being able to observe - even from afar - this growth.

Unfortunately, after their last night at the foot of the peach tree, the time the two used to spend together was reduced to almost nothing, limited to a few social occasions when they were accompanied by many other people. Jimin heard about Jungkook's stories from others, always relying on his hyungs to take care of his dear maknae in ways he couldn’t do anymore. But, even far away, Jungkook never left Jimin's mind for a single second - Jimin's deepest wish was to be able to get closer to Jungkook again, even if it wasn't like before.

Jimin couldn't recognize the moment when his feelings for Jungkook changed or intensified - maybe it was always there, covered in the innocence they both had - but he knew it wasn't a feeling that could be forgotten, or that would go away easily, even after so much time. The alpha had tried to forget and ignore this feeling for years, but the more time passed, the clearer it became to him that it would be stupid to continue avoiding the inevitable, denying the undeniable. He loved Jungkook.

And to Jimin, love was just another way of spelling Jungkook. For the King, it was synonymous.

The most frustrating thing was not being able to show that properly. A long time ago, Jimin tried to court the omega indirectly: sending gifts, food made by him, things that reminded him of Jungkook. On his trips abroad, he insisted on bringing something to Jungkook, but his efforts seemed to be ignored. Well, not really ignored. Jungkook just couldn't see why Jimin would court him, believing that all the gifts were just gifts, with no special meaning behind, completely oblivious to the true.

Now, Jimin's rut was unanticipated, and after a long period of stress, the alpha finally felt the effects of it on his body - the sleepless nights, poorly cooked meals, unsuccessful deals. The Alpha was so concerned with taking care of everyone else, that he ignored the signals his own body was sending him. Jimin hadn't had a rut for months, always taking suppressants to prevent it from happening while he was traveling, or in the middle of something important. However, when Jimin woke up in the morning with his cock hard and cold sweating, calling out for Jungkook, he knew that suppressants wouldn’t work for him anymore. Even if Jimin had concubines to help him during this period, it was useless as his alpha screamed for Jungkook and Jungkook only.

Anyone else's scent made him sick, he wanted and needed Jungkook only. 

Because of that, the Alpha argued with himself the whole morning while using his hands to try to find some relief, but it was completely useless. He couldn’t just ask Jungkook to spend his rut with him out of nowhere, especially after so long apart. He knew as well that the omega had many courting offers thrown at him, and didn’t want to possibly overstep any limits that Jungkook could have. Even in pain, Jungkook’s well-being and happiness was the most important thing to Jimin.

Things changed when Namjoon found Jimin curled on his bed, naked and deadly horny, and was quick to convince Jimin that he could ask Jungkook, if he wanted to. Namjoon was also well aware of the feelings Jungkook had for the King, and honestly, he was tired watching the two idiots pining so desperately and yet unable to confess.

For years.

“I’ll talk to him, Jimin-ah,” Namjoon said, pushing the other alpha towards the bathroom, so he could take a cold bath and relax. Jimin did as was told, willing to try absolutely anything to calm down a bit. Still, inside his chest his heart pounded, the expectations he tried not to feed for years, running free in his mind. Jimin didn't really expect Jungkook to say yes, but if he did... Jimin didn't want to think about it.

Now, Jungkook is in front of him, and has brought him flowers, like he used to do when they were younger. He hadn’t changed at all.

“Thank you,” Jimin says, moved. “And thank you for fulfilling my… request. At the last minute. I'm sorry it was done like this, it wasn't something I planned on." Jimin says awkwardly, closing the door behind him, avoiding Jungkook's eyes as he blushes, ashamed. 

Jimin’s private palace was decorated in light and darker tones in varying shades of browns throughout, along with the constant golden glow emanating off of the furniture and artwork. Jungkook had spent a lot of time there when he was younger, but couldn't help but be amazed by the elegance and beauty of the place, which conveyed exactly what Jimin was. 

"No need to thank me, my King." Jungkook says politely and Jimin nods, awkwardly showing Jungkook around briefly. 

"Nothing really changed here, to be honest.” Jimin says smiling, swiping the thin layer of sweat that was covering his forehead with the back of his hand. Jungkook notices that Jimin is a bit feverish already, his scent a bit off. The omega could see in Jimin’s face that he was holding himself back, and that it wasn’t exactly easy to do it. “Hm, if you're comfortable, can we go to my room? It’s the most private place I have right now." Jimin says embarrassed, watching the omega’s eyes go comically wide.

It takes two seconds for Jimin to understand the implications of what he said, face blushing deeper as he shakes his head, laughing awkwardly. "No! Not for that. I’m sorry! I asked for a special dinner for both of us. Also, Seokjin hyung and Hoseok hyung are in the room next to ours. And. I won't lock the door of course! You're free to go anytime you wish to." Jimin assures a bit breathlessly, and Jungkook panics too, face reddening as he covers his ears with his hands as he realises what Jimin was talking about.

"What? No! I'm sorry, I never thought you would...I just...oh my god I'm sorry. " Jungkook says bowing, until Jimin stops him by holding his shoulders, both with a crimson blush covering their faces, laughing at each other.

“Let’s... just pretend that this didn’t happen,” Jimin laughs, pushing himself away from Jungkook a second too late after being hit by Jungkook's scent, trying to create space between them so he could breathe, and regain the very fragile self-restraint he was about to lose. “But, it's important that you know about that. I seriously appreciate what you're doing for me, but you must know it's not your duty. I want you to feel safe here with me, I want you to want to behere.” Jimin says, fingers twitching with the desire of the touch he’s been craving for so long.

Jungkook is intoxicating, standing close to him like that. The fresh flowers scent is so sweet and welcoming to Jimin and his inner alpha. The scent a bit sweeter than what Jimin could remember, and the alpha tries not to think about  the omega slicking up himself, ready to welcome him in.  

“I promised a long time ago that I would take care of you and never hurt you. I intend to keep that promise to the end, no matter what." Jimin says with a low tone, voice raspy and deep, his eyes gleaming fiercely. The raw sincerity of his words makes Jungkook's heart race again, feeling almost breathless with the intensity that Jimin’s eyes stare at him.

"I feel safe.” Jungkook whispers and Jimin steps back, putting his hands behind his back. Jungkook now can’t only feel how much the alpha is holding back, but see too. Jungkook isn't exactly surprised by this - he didn't expect to arrive at the palace and be immediately stripped naked and fucked - but he's no less moved to be assured of it. "We can go to the bedroom." Jungkook says and Jimin nods with a smile, indicating the way for Jungkook.

They go up the stairs in silence, and Jimin stops a few times for Jungkook to observe the artworks that weren't there the last time he visited him. “I painted those,” Jungkook murmurs, as he recalls the two paintings he gifted Jimin on his birthday, years ago. The omega had painted the peach tree where they used to meet in two different moments: daytime and night time. In the night time painting, there were two people under the tree, representing them.

“It’s a personal favorite, from my favorite artist. You would like to meet him, actually.” Jimin says, smirking.

“You're a tease.” Jungkook whispers, and Jimin grins a bit wider, but doesn’t answer back.

When they reach the bedroom hallway, Jimin points to the closest doors to his room. "Hyungs are over there."

Jungkook nods, smiling sheepishly, unable to look Jimin in the eyes. Maybe he should have put on some scent blockers after the bath, since now he was doing a very poor job of hiding his feelings. And if it was hard for him to control himself so close to Jimin and his strong scent, he could only imagine how hard it must be for Jimin to do it as well. 

“I wasn’t sure about what to ask, but then I remembered what you like... used to like, at least.” Jimin says as he opens the bedroom door, stepping in and inviting Jungkook inside. 

All the bedroom windows are open, allowing the sunlight to spill inside the room. The room itself is sparsely decorated, but everything is really classy and clean, minimalist. The room is huge and the bed is oversized, and Jungkook decides to not think too much about why Jimin needs a bed big like that. The curtains and bedding are in soft beige tones and beside the bed, are two nightstands. There are two doors on the right wall - the bathroom and Jimin's closet, Jungkook recalls - and on the other side of the room, a table awaits them with the feast Jimin had ordered. 

The view from the windows looks directly onto a field of flowers, and in the background, Jungkook can see the peach tree where they used to meet in the middle of the night. Jungkook had forgotten about that, and wondered if the alpha thought about him when he saw the tree. The whole room smells like the alpha, the earthy green tea scent so familiar and so welcoming, and yet so strong that Jungkook feels like he's inside a pool made of Jimin, and Jimin alone, nothing else around him. 

Jungkook feels his legs weak as he breathes in, biting his own tongue to swallow a moan. Jimin giggles when he sees the omega holding onto the door, trying to control himself. The alpha can feel the  pheromones that the omega is releasing to lure his alpha in - as if it was needed - and his mouth waters. Hopefully, the dinner wouldn't be long. The omega breathes deeply, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to regain some self-control. He wasn’t in heat, but he felt about two seconds away from jumping on Jimin’s lap like he was, burying his face in the alpha’s neck to breathe in the scent directly from the source. 

“Sorry.” Jimin whispers teasingly and Jungkook smiles a bit, straightening his posture before entering the room. Jungkook tries to focus on the things he can see and touch, instead of the embarrassing feeling of slick running down his legs as he walks. On the table next to one to the windows, the omega sees his favorite fruits and dishes, and he's pretty sure Yoongi and Seokjin personally cooked some of them, as the smell is unmistakable. Jimin still remembered all of Jungkook's favorite dishes, and Jungkook couldn't help but feel thrilled about it. He wondered if Jimin thought of him as much as he thought of Jimin.

"Have you eaten?" Jimin asks, and Jungkook says no, omitting the part that he was too nervous for that when Yoongi offered him food earlier. "We can eat now if you want."

"Yes, please." Jungkook says, hoping the food will be a distraction for his omega. Jimin walks over to the table, pulling out one of the chairs for the omega to take a seat. The situation was comfortable and at the same time awkward, both sitting so close together for dinner together, knowing what was about to come. Even if the alpha would playfully slap Jungkook’s ass at any given moment they were granted, now, there was a different energy in the air.

Jimin’s movements are unusually clumsy as he serves Jungkook’s food, not letting the omega do it alone, swatting his hands away. "You are my guest, Jungkook-ah." Jimin says, frowning, taking the spoon from Jungkook's hand. Both are a little nervous while Jimin watches Jungkook eat, holding his breath until Jungkook's brows furrow and he hums, a sign that the food is indeed delicious. That was exactly what the alpha was expecting, and feel relieved to see it. “Yoongi hyung yelled at me when I asked him to cook, but then I said it was for you and he agreed right away.” Jimin confesses, a soft smile on his lips. Jungkook chuckles, sipping a bit of the wine that Jimin poured for him. “And you still insist you're not his favorite.”

Jungkook giggles again, watching the alpha intently. He's about to answer that he’s not the favorite, when he realizes that Jimin has barely touched his food, making Jungkook frown again, worried.

"My King, you need to eat." The omega says tenderly, and Jimin smiles, a bit guilty.

"I'm not exactly hungry for food at the moment." Jimin whispers, but Jungkook shakes his head, ignoring the way his heart beats faster with Jimin’s words. 

"Your Majesty, you need to eat. Food.” Jungkook insists, but Jimin just laughs. 

"No need to call me 'Majesty' or ‘My King’, Jungkook-ah. I'm your hyung and no title I may have now is more important, or would change that." Jimin says, and Jungkook stares at Jimin for a second, before nodding.

"Okay, then,” Jungkook agrees, sassy. “Hyung, you need to eat." Jungkook says, pulling his chair closer to Jimin, taking the spoon from Jimin's hand, and feeding him. The alpha is frozen in place for a moment when he does it, hypnotised by Jungkook’s movements, opening his mouth as his eyes darken, black irises expanding until there’s almost no golden left.

“You shouldn't feed an alpha in the mouth and in rut like this, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin teases, his voice an octave lower than usual, deeper. Jungkook takes a deep breath as he straightens in his chair, pressing his thighs together, trying to find some relief. Of course it doesn't work, it’s not even close to enough, but he manages to maintain his composure and keep his hand steady, unable to look Jimin directly in the eye again, whining under his breath when Jimin doesn’t look away. 

“Or what? Alpha will claim me?” Jungkook's face is red when he teases back, trying to use his humour to feel less disconcerted. 

“Maybe I will.” Jimin answers, voice throaty as if it was coming from his chest, and Jungkok isn’t sure if he’s teasing or threatening. 

He’s satisfied with both, anyway.

The alpha’s hands are glued to his own lap so he doesn’t touch Jungkook before he gets permission to do it - and he also knows that he won’t be able to stop himself once he gets a taste. Jungkook makes a low, strangled noise, and Jimin closes his eyes, breathing deeply. When he opens his eyes again, there’s more gold than black, and he smiles. It was extremely difficult to control himself, being so close to Jungkook, and he was using all his strength to do so. Jimin didn't want Jungkook to simply arrive and be dragged into his bed - the alpha knew that he didn't have much time until his rut consumed him, but he would make the most of it until that happened.

“You look really pretty,” Jimin compliments him, controlling his voice to not sound even more raspier as Jungkook sips his wine, feeling his skin getting hotter inside the fancy hanbok. Jungkook wasn’t close to his heat, but the feeling of being close to Jimin was very similar to it. Jimin’s soft praises and lust-heavy eyes didn’t help at all to ease his inner omega. 

“Thank you.” 

“I’m sorry I asked you through Namjoon hyung. I wish I could’ve done it properly.” Jimin looks apologetic, and Jungkook smiles a bit, fingers twitching with the need to touch the alpha’s face, soothing him. Jimin’s eyes are tired, and Jungkook coos at the soft alpha, carding his fingers through Jimin’s hair, brushing his fingertips against Jimin's silky skin, like he used to do in the past. The alpha turns his head into Jungkook’s hand, seeking out his touch.

“Don’t worry about that hyung. I’m glad I can help you.” 

“You’re still the sweetest, my baby. Why are you sweet with me?” Jimin asks more to himself than to Jungkook, and the omega blushes even more, his fair skin reaching a deeper shade of red, tinting his cute nose and cheeks. Jimin put his hands on top of Jungkook’s as they share a moment of silence, eyes locked with each other, scents mingling together. Jimin scents Jungkook’s wrist, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply the familiar and reassuring scent. It feels wonderful, it calms his restless alpha and grounds him a bit. Even if he’s not in rut yet, he's not far from it, and the alpha knows it and the omega can feel it too, but neither of them say a word about it, enjoying the moment together.

Jungkook feels his body blaze when Jimin brushes his soft lips against his wrist, pressing his thighs together again, as if it would actually prevent him from leaking slick. Suddenly, he doesn't feel hungry anymore. The alpha smirks a bit when the omega whimpers unintentionally - Jungkook’s omega has been reacting so well to Jimin , and he can’t help but be deeply pleased about that.

Even with the initial struggle, both find it pleasant how easily it is to go back to this “safe” place they had built since childhood. It doesn’t take much time to be comfortable around each other, to let their fingers touch and intertwine. It’s easy to fall again, especially because they never stopped loving each other. 

“I'm a sweetie.” Jungkook jokes and winks, teasing. 

“Yes, you are” Jimin laughs, agreeing. His eyes darkening even more, and he holds Jungkook’s stare for a moment longer, before letting go of Jungkook’s hand. Jimin almost whines at the loss of contact when the omega retracts his hands slowly, but there is no way he can do this with Jungkook so close. They need to talk. 

“We should talk about your, hm...preferences.” Jimin says, and Jungkook groans under his breath, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Do we?” the omega asks, hiding his face behind the wine glass, avoiding Jimin’s gaze.

Jimin chuckles at the sudden shyness, but his face is blushing too when he speaks. “Yes, I may be in rut, but I want this to be good for you, too. It’s not just a one-sided thing.” Jimin says and Jungkook hums in agreement, still trying to find a way out of the situation.

“That’s very noble of you,” Jungkook jokes sarcastically, and Jimin raises his eyebrows at him. They both knew that even though the laws had changed, some alphas still had an old backwards mindset, where omegas were made to serve them. Idiots, of course.

“What? Being a decent human?” the alpha asks, eyes following the omega’s movements. Jungkook takes a minute to answer, eyes darting around and busying himself, picking a piece of fruit from the silver tray. He chooses a peach, the colourful fruit skin is soft under his touch, the smell sweet in his nose. 

Jungkook's voice is almost a whisper when he speaks again, still avoiding Jimin’s eyes. “And caring about me.”

“I’ve always cared about you, Jungkook-ah,” Jimin makes a hurt noise, coming from deep inside. It really hurt him that, somehow, Jungkook thought for a moment that he didn’t care about him. Since the beginning, all Jimin had was Jungkook, and he would do anything to ensure that the omega was safe and happy. Inside, Jimin even wished a bit selfishly that he’d be one of the sources of Jungkook’s happiness too. Every night, the Alpha deeply regretted all the chances he had to confess in the past, and didn’t. He’d always cry about wanting Jungkook and the fear of rejection on drunken nights with Taehyung, while the other Alpha would stare at him in disbelief.

“How can you be so stupid?”  Taehyung would say, with a boxy smile and a warm hug. His soulmate was a dummy, he thought, so oblivious, after all. 

“So, your preferences?” Jimin insists, feeling a shiver running down his spine, fever was taking over him again. This time a cold shower wouldn't be enough to make things better.

Jungkook whines frustrated, this time because he’s deeply embarrassed. What could he say? He couldn’t simply talk about all his filthy thoughts with Jimin , the source of said filthy thoughts. “I don’t know.”

“What?” the alpha asks, confused. 

“Hyung, please don’t make me say it.” The omega closes his eyes, shaking his head. Jungkook had a few preferences, yes, but talking about them out loud, with Jimin… he wasn’t sure if it would be a good idea. 

“I’m just trying to be good for you.” Jimin is honest in his words, but they still come out low, almost a whisper. Jimin holds Jungkook’s hand as he says it, trying to convey the feeling. Jungkook looks at his lap, where their hands rest together, the alpha’s hands slightly small compared to his. It’s a confession, Jimin thinks, maybe not the clearest one, but still, something that he had inside his chest for so long, that it feels like taking a weight off his shoulders now that he gets the chance to talk. At the same time, it’s frustrating. Words aren’t enough to express how much Jimin wants to be good for Jungkook, how much he wants Jungkook to see this. Jimin wants Jungkook to not only think and feel that he is good for him, but he wants Jungkook to consider that he is good enough to be his. Jungkook's alpha, his mate . And no, this isn’t the rut speaking. 

“You are good for me,” Jungkook whispers back, fingers caressing Jimin’s soft skin. It feels so right, the way their hands fit together, he wish they could hold hands forever.

“So I want to be better.” 

This time Jimin’s voice is louder, firmer. He speaks with conviction, golden eyes blazing like a fire on a cold winter day, the passion that’s burning. Jungkook doesn’t have an answer to this, limiting himself to blush in embarrassment, feeling his stomach doing flips inside his body. The omega can feel slick pooling around his hole, suddenly the feeling of being empty was too unpleasant to deal with. Jungkook is sure that Jimin cannot only feel all the reactions he’s evoking from him, since it’s probably obvious to anyone who has eyes.

Jungkook turns the peach around in his hands, avoiding Jimin’s eyes as he is consumed with embarrassment. The omega tries to find words to answer Jimin, but it’s difficult.  

“Jungkook-ah, are you sure about that? I can…deal with it myself?” Jimin says as if it was a question, completely unsure if would actually work, and Jungkook giggles. Jimin’s words say one thing, while his scent and eyes say another. Jungkook is amused to say the least, to see Jimin trying to make him feel comfortable enough to say no, as if he wasn’t willing to say yes. 

Yes. Take me as you want to. I’m yours, always have been, Jungkook wants to say, to scream.

“I know you can. But yes, I’m sure. I want it.” Jungkook says firmly, looking at the Alpha’s eyes. “I just don’t know what I can say about my… preferences.”

Jimin thinks about it for a moment, before speaking again. ‘Well, do you…touch yourself?”

“Hyung!” Jungkook whines, scandalised. Jimin wasn’t really shy when talking about sex, almost unflappable about it. The alpha was smiling, teasing the omega a bit just because it was good to see Jungkook squirming a bit. 

“Gguk-ah, we both know that you are a horny bunny, always slapping hyung’s ass,” Jimin jokes and Jungkook laughs this time, no defense this time. The laugh dies quickly, and he closes his eyes, ears turning red as he fights back the instinct to hide it. Jungkook had agreed to be with Jimin, and the least he could do was tell the truth. Jungkook's shame did not come from the fact that he was a prude, but rather from the fact that Jimin was his preference, lived in his mind, in his fantasies. Confessing that would be mortifying, and so the omega decides to omit the part, the subject, from his fantasies.

“I never had the real chance to, but… I think about how good it must be to submit. And to be roughed up.” the omega practically whispers, feeling Jimin's grip tighten, the alpha holding his breath for a second.A moment of silence passes. Jungkook doesn’t look at the King, doesn’t see the way his eyes shine. 

“And it feels good? When you think about it?” Jimin’s voice is strained, and he closes his eyes for a second, his scent getting even stronger, muskier.

“Yes,” Jungkook breathes. 

“What else?” Jimin murmurs and Jungkook smiles.

“When I’m in heat, I think about a lot of course,” he says and Jimin nods. His hands are sweating, but Jungkook doesn’t care, feeling safe with the Alpha’s hands touching his. “I think a lot about being claimed. I almost hate to say it because I don’t want to be that type of omega, but I’d like that."

“Claimed. Bruised, bitten? Would you like to be claimed by an Alpha?” Jimin asks, voice strained as he comes closer to Jungkook, and the omega nods, looking at him.

There is so much he wants to say but can't, so much he would like to show but doesn't know how to, and whether it would be appropriate to do it. More than ever, Jungkook finds himself in an extremely vulnerable position: not because he was about to have sex with Jimin, but because if he spoke all the truth, he would no longer be able to deny his feelings. It's a no-win situation, and there's no other option but to tell the truth. Realizing this is freeing for Jungkook. He didn't need to hide anything anymore. More than that, he didn't want to hide anymore.

“Yes. But, not… someone, hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, giving up on trying to pretend, or hold back. “I’d like you to be the one who would do that.”

“Me?” Jimin chokes, sucking in a harsh breath. Jimin almost feels dizzy at Jungkook's statement, and once again finds it difficult to remain seated. 

“I wouldn’t let anyone else have me, hyung.” Jungkook brushes the tip of his nose against the soft skin of the peach, the sweet and slightly citrus scent of the fruit making his mouth water. Jungkook feels Jimin’s eyes on his face when he does that, but doesn’t look over at the alpha to see his expression. The peach is so soft, plump and mellow on his fingers that he can’t help but take a bite. It’s sweet, but not too sweet to the point where it’s not overbearing, and Jungkook hums. Juice drips from the fruit when the omega bites it, liquid running down his chin and between his fingers. The thick, flavorful juice runs down Jungkook’s hand and arm, getting inside the sleeve of his hanbok. 

Jimin watches the scene in front of him in silence, breathing deeply to try to control his instincts - or his feelings? The Alpha's mouth is dry and he’s losing his mind a bit. He can’t close his eyes, hypnotised by Jungkook and his beauty. The omega is so alluring, staring at him with big doe eyes and cherry lips, struggling to stop the peach juice from falling and running down his skin as he chews. Jimin is faster than him, grabbing Jungkook’s hand and taking it to his lips, sticking his tongue out to lap over the soft, fair skin as he tastes the peachy liquid. It’s sweet, so sweet and, so Jungkook . 

The omega watches as the Alpha sucks his finger inside his mouth, tongue warm against his trembling hands, Jimin's cheeks hollowing as hesucks softly Jungkook's digits, before releasing it with a loud pop.  It’s much more than Jungkook can handle, and he barely notices when he drops the fruit, is barely aware of the choked moan that leaves his lips when he presses his thighs together.

Jimin’s eyes are dark and dangerous when he pulls Jungkook’s face closer to his with his other hand, gentle but firm, still urgent, finally taking what was his.

Jungkook closes his eyes, holding his breath, waiting for the moment, their first kiss.

And it’s so sweet.

When Jimin’s lips meet Jungkook’s for the first time, it’s so sweet that Jungkook wants to melt in Jimin’s warmth. It’s warm when their tongues come together in a kiss that is so long-awaited, and it's finally happening. It’s gentle, when the alpha pulls the omega to his lap, until their bodies are pressed together, hearts beating against each other in unison. Jimin’s hands hold him closer by the waist, and Jungkook finds himself sitting on top of the alpha’s cock, feeling how hard Jimin already is. Jungkook moans against Jimin’s lips, and the alpha takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue sucking Jungkook’s.

Jungkook loses himself in it, in Jimin’s scent and touches, in the way the Alpha holds him so tight in his arms, like he was finally back home after so much time away. There’s a yearning in their kiss as if every moment they spent apart somehow led to this, making it more special. It’s their first kiss and it’s perfect, Jungkook thinks, as he curls Jimin’s hair with his fingers, like they used to do when they were younger. The alpha smiles against his lips when Jungkook does it, before diving in again, deeper into the kiss.

It's still sweet, because of the taste of peach on both their lips, but there's also heat now, a raw feeling of need between them. There is a desperation in the way Jimin holds the omega, squeezing his ass, as Jungkook’s desperation is shown in the way he holds the alpha’s face, biting his lower lip. Jungkook doesn’t know how long they stay like this, but both are breathless when they pull apart, scents saturated with arousal, their minds clouded with the desire they feel for each other. Slick is leaking through Jungkook's clothes by now, but he doesn’t care anymore. Nothing else really matters. 

“Jungkook,” Jimin gasps, leaning his forehead against Jungkook's, eyes closing for a moment, inhaling Jungkook’s scent mixed with the peach’s taste. It's like the most beautiful spring day that he’s ever experienced, and he’s aching for the omega.  “Can we agree that you will let me know if we do something that you’re not comfortable with? That you will call our hyungs if you need help?” 

“I will, yes.” Jungkook nods eagerly, a little squeal leaving his lips when Jimin gets up, taking the omega in his arms. Jimin holds Jungkook as if he weighed nothing, light as a feather in Jimin's strong arms and internally, Jungkook's omega is preening with the satisfaction of being in the arms of a strong alpha, like his King. Jungkook's face is red when Jimin lays him down on the bed gently, and he's hyper aware of how wet he made Jimin’s clothes with his slick, able to see the lilac pajamas wet. 

The shame doesn't last long, a shiver running down the omega's spine when he looks over at the alpha, who’s staring back at him like he was the gates to Heaven.

And to Jimin, he is. 

Slowly, the Alpha hovers over Jungkook and the omega feels small, protected. A thin layer of sweat covers Jimin’s forehead, his scent becoming intoxicating and overpowering as the rut takes over him. But, Jimin is still affectionate when he kisses Jungkook’s face, the tip of his nose, his rosy cheeks, the choco-chip mole under his bottom lip. Jungkook moans as he spreads his legs, inviting the alpha to take the space between them. The omega bares his throat and whines, hole clenching around nothing when the alpha growls on his ear.

He’s so empty, Jungkook thinks, hands grabbing Jimin’s silk shirt to hold him closer. The omega moans again when he feels Jimin’s warm mouth on his scent gland, kissing and lapping all over it, scenting Jungkook until all he can feel is Jimin around him. Jimin takes his time, untying the hanbok and caressing the omega’s soft skin with his fingers. It’s as soft as the peach, Jimin thinks, kissing from Jungkook’s neck to his shoulders, thinking about all the ways he could mark Jungkook. 

Jungkook closes his eyes and lets himself just feel, easy to submit, and easy to fall into this comfortable mindset, where he knows he’s safe with Jimin. The omega almost purrs when the alpha opens his hanbok even more, exposing his chest and nipples to the air, the sunlight painting everything golden above them. Jimin hums low as he kisses and sucks Jungkook's tender skin until it’s red and stinging slightly, still not strong enough to leave marks. Yet.

The omega lets out soft staccato moans, eyes closed because it feels so intense right from the start, because just this is better than anything else he’d ever had or dreamed of. Jungkook feels slick soaking his clothes even more, probably doing the same with the sheets below, but can't bring himself to care or be ashamed by it. Jimin sucks Jungkook's nipple inside his mouth, holding it between his teeth,flicking it with his tongue, making it so sensitive that Jungkook’s back arches, pushing his chest to the alpha's mouth.

Jimin’s teeth are sharp and sting a bit where they scrape, and the sensation so delicious that  Jungkook feels like floating, fingers entwined in Jimin’s hair to keep him there. The King savors Jungkook’s sweet moans as if it were ambrosia sent from the Gods, repeating his action to the other nub, rolling his hips down to meet Jungkook’s crotch, pinning the omega down against the bed.

Jimin is big, Jungkook hazily notes, feeling the Alpha’s cock outline through his pants. Jimin's cock is rock hard, and when he presses down again, grinding against Jungkook’s crotch the omega moans loudly, Jungkook's cock twitching inside his pants. The alpha smirks when Jungkook does it, pulling the nipple with his lips, sucking it before releasing the sensitive nub - and doing it again.

“Do you like it, Omega?” The King asks and Jungkook nods, answering with a soft yes as Jimin repeats his action to the other nub, blowing cold air, causing goosebumps. “Pretty, so pretty,” the alpha says more to himself than to anyone else, as he marvels at Jungkook's chest. Jimin can feel the omega’s heart beating under his lips, a whole symphony made just for him to feel, listen and memorize, the piece of his life playing inside the body of the man he loves, and will love as long as he lives. 

Jungkook gasps when Jimin pulls at his nipples a bit harsher, throwing his head back as the alpha holds him down by the waist, silver rings cool against his warm skin.  Jungkook tries to rub back against Jimin, searching for friction when the alpha positions himself with one leg between Jungkook’s legs. His hanbok pants are soaking wet, and Jungkook loses his mind when Jimin presses his thigh down, guiding Jungkook’s movements with his hands. The omega is reduced to a whimpering mess, moaning under his breath, as his hands grab and squeeze anywhere they can reach, finding a home on Jimin’s ass.

The omega feels more than he sees when Jimin smirks against his skin, sucking little bruises on his chest and shoulder. It’s torturous for both of them, the Alpha’s cock restrained by his pants, pulsing with the need to be inside his omega. But still, Jimin takes his time to marvel at Jungkook’s body and beauty, to appreciate and say how gorgeous he is with his brows furrowed in pleasure, how desperate Jungkook sounds like, admiring how the omega's cherry lips open in a perfect oval shape every time a new wave of pleasure overtakes him.

Jungkook is so lost in Jimin’s precise touches and ministrations that he doesn’t realize the heat coiling and burning inside him already, an orgasm approaching so quickly that he doesn’t even see it happening. The omega notices what is happening only when he feels tears streaming down his face, as his hands tugging Jimin’s hair, trying to brace himself as he comes inside his pants, searching for Jimin’s hips, for more Jimin.

Jimin complies, pressing the omega's body down again, moving his hips in circles against Jungkook’s, while the younger one cries in pleasure, feeling like he ascended, so close to the sun that he might burn himself - and be happy with that.

jungkook is Icarus, Jimin is the sun, and this time the story has a happy ending.

Jimin holds Jungkook through the aftershocks of his orgasm, kissing his mouth and face softly while he shakes, whimpering low as his body whole shudders, hole clenching around nothing. It’s almost painful being so empty with the alpha is so close to him, but not close enough. 

“Empty." Jungkook whines and the Alpha chuckles, kissing Jungkook’s lips again.

Jungkook can feel how hot Jimin's skin is even through his clothing. The alpha is sweaty, his scent clouding Jungkook’s mind. Jimin so close to his rut, but he’s still a tease, muttering “Greedy.” to the omega, as he marks his neck.

“Not greedy, just empty.” Jungkook complains cutely when Jimin sucks harshly against the sensitive skin under his ear, gripping onto Jimin’s arm harder. 

“You’re so good for me, little omega. I’ll give you what you want.” Jimin whispers on Jungkook's ear while getting rid of the omega’s hanbok, pushing the baby blue pants down until he’s naked under him, feeling so exposed, and yet comfortable. Jungkook feels so desired with the way the alpha looks at him, so good, so comfortable. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”  Jimin says as he throws Jungkook’s clothes across the room, eyes trying to etch the moment into his memory.

Jungkook shines, the golden light coming from the outside making his skin glow as if he was the sun himself. As if Jungkook was the shining star that illuminated the whole world. As if the planets and stars revolved around him. 

Jungkook was the sun and Jimin was Icarus. His wings were burning as he fell hard for Jungkook, all over again.

“Wanna see you too.” Jungkook asks, feeling shy under Jimin’s intense gaze. Jimin nods, smiling as he unfastens the buttons of his shirt, taking off his clothes without removing his eyes from Jungkook.

The omega’s eyes beam as he looks over Jimin’s strong, lean body, something that he was so used to do all the time, and at the same time so new to him. Jungkook had seen Jimin naked before when they were younger, swimming naked in the lake on hot summer nights, when the King’s knights were too distracted to pay attention to the younger boys running around in the darkness. Back then, Jungkook marveled at Jimin’s beauty and wondered how he’d be when he grew up. Often, Jungkook thought about it, late at night with his fingers buried inside his leaking hole, biting a pillow to muffle his desperate noises. 

Now, Jungkook knows that his imagination and memory weren’t enough compared to reality. The real Jimin was better than any imaginary Jimin that his mind could produce.

Jungkook blushes again when the alpha takes his pants off, eyes flying involuntarily to Jimin’s cock, hanging so big and heavy against his stomach. At the base, the knot is beginning to form, and the omega wonders how it’ll feel once Jimin is inside of him. He doesn’t have much time to think about it though, as Jimin hovers over his body, kissing his lips again, as he lies on top of the omega, in between his legs. Jungkook can't think about anything else after that, letting his body react as it wants to, legs wrapping around Jimin’s waist, his arms wrapping around Jimin's neck.

The inside of Jungkook's thighs are soaked with slick and he feels dirty, so wet for the alpha, so desperate. Jungkook probably would care about it if he was with someone else, but he couldn’t care less now, especially when he feels Jimin’s hard cock sliding between his asscheeks, the slide easy and comfortable. The tip of Jimin’s cock catches on Jungkook's rim a couple of times as they kiss, and Jungkook moans, eager.

“Be patient, my love.” Jimin whispers, as he kisses the little mole under Jungkook’s lips. Jimin thought about kissing it so many times, that now the alpha decided he wouldn’t miss a chance.

Jimin trails his kisses down, this time going lower than Jungkook’s chest, kissing his belly as a shiver runs down his spine, and a thought clouds his mind. Jimin holds Jungkook by the thighs when he goes even lower, spreading the omega more, kissing his inner thighs, warm tongue lapping the slick that was running down Jungkook’s hole. It’s delicious, and Jimin drinks all of it, not wanting to waste a single drop. 

Jungkook moans as the Alpha tightens his grip on him, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s as he bites and kisses the inside of his thighs, sucking hickeys from Jungkook’s knees to his groin, until his mouth wraps around Jungkook’s cock without a warning. The omega pants, so sensitive from the previous orgasm, and it’s so good that he can’t keep his eyes open. Jungkook can’t help but chant Jimin’s name as the alpha sucks him slowly as if he was a lollipop, drinking all the cum that Jungkook released earlier.

“Alpha, please!” Jungkook begs, crying as he pulls Jimin’s hair desperately because the pleasure is too much , to the point where he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The omega feels Jimin smile as he releases Jungkook’s hardening cock before trailing down to his leaking hole, clenching helplessly around nothing.

“Look at you, Little omega. Already begging for me, hm? Aren’t you a bit eager?” Jimin teases as he kisses Jungkook’s hole, before licking it, pressing his tongue flat against the omega’s sensitive rim. The omega’s body goes limp when he does it, and Jungkook cries silently when Jimin repeats the action. It feels so good, and it's even better when Jimin pushes his tongue inside Jungkook’s hole, fucking him loose with it, before adding one finger inside.

Jungkook arches his back again, hands pulling Jimin’s hair in desperation as the alpha fucks him with a finger. The feeling wasn’t exactly new to the omega, since Jungkook pretty much fisted himself open before during heats, but now…it felt so different. Jimin knew how to touch him, and there wasn’t a single ounce of desperation in his movements, almost like he knew how Jungkook wanted and liked to be touched.

“You like it?” Jimin whispers and Jungkook nods, feeling the Alpha pushing a second finger inside, working the omega open so easily that Jungkook almost feels embarrassed. 

Almost. 

The omega's head is clouded with pleasure as he sobs softly, moving his hips unconsciously to meet Jimin’s movements. The room is filled with sweet moans and gasps, with very little to be said when their scents do most of the talking for them. Jungkook loses himself in sensations and time, soft praises leaving his lips as the alpha works him open, adding a third finger, consciously avoiding the omega’s prostate. The feeling is so good, but not enough, and Jungkook curls his toes as he feels himself edging closer to his orgasm once again, growing a bit impatient this time. He needs Jimin inside him and needs it now. 

“I'm ready, Alpha, I’m ready for you, take me, please,” Jungkook begs and the alpha chuckles lightly, but doesn’t make any comments, doesn't tease Jungkook about it. Jimin is impatient too, hungry for Jungkook, being eaten alive by his desire. The need to have Jungkook as close to him as possible is taking over him, and Jimin can’t help but to comply.

Even if he's desperate. the King is not less careful when he lays on top of Jungkook again, trying his best to make room for Jungkook to move and leave if he wants to.

He doesn’t.

But Jungkook turns around, showing his back to the Alpha when he feels Jimin’s body on top of his. The omega spreads his legs as he gets on his knees, presenting himself until his face is pressed against the soft sheets. It feels so good to present like this for the Alpha, and his omega purrs when Jimin growls low behind him, strong hands holding Jungkook by the hips as he positions himself, slowly pushing his cock inside Jungkook’s tight, warm heat. Jungkook cries with pleasure, Jimin filling him so carefully that Jungkook almost laughs, as if Jimin was expecting him to break in half. It warms Jungkook’s heart to know that the alpha even so close to his rut is fighting against his instincts, to be careful with him, to not hurt him.

A loud moan leaves Jungkook's lips when Jimin bottoms out, hovering over his body and kissing the nape of Jungkook's neck, the tip of Jimin's nose brushing Jungkook’s hairline.

“Mine,” Jimin whispers and Jungkook moans loudly, closing his eyes and bracing himself on the bed when Jimin thrusts his hips for the first time.

It’s too much. 

All the wet dreams and words he knew couldn’t describe how it felt when Jimin moves for the first time inside Jungkook, not only the pleasure but the feeling of being caged by the alpha’s strong arms, Jimin’s body protecting the omega and making him feel complete. Right. It was right for him to be there with Jimin, like they were one and only one. As if they never were apart like it was their destiny.  Jungkook is a mess of moans and whines when Jimin moves, building a steady rhythm, fucking Jungkook open with each thrust. The omega takes him so well, opening up to take Jimin's cock, clenching around him as if to keep the alpha inside forever. 

Jimin goes slow at first, but his grip on Jungkook’s waist is tight, leaving imprints that weren’t going to fade by the morning. The Alpha growls, biting Jungkook’s shoulder to try to hold back as much as he can, whining in abandon when Jungkook moves his hips to meet each thrust.

“Don’t hold back, Alpha, just take what you need.” the omega whispers and Jimin makes a hurt noise that comes from the back of his throat, knowing that he can’t not hold back.

It's their first time, and even if it’s good and Jungkook wants to be roughed up, the omega deserves all the love and gentleness that Jimin can provide. So Jimin bites Jungkook’s neck harshly when the omega starts moving back, making Jungkook whine in submission, his muscular body going limp under Jimin, submitting to the Alpha easily.

“Alpha, harder please,” Jungkook begs, and Jimin groans, kissing everywhere his mouth can reach, leaving little bites on Jungkook’s back as he fucks the omega into the mattress, rhythm getting faster, more frenzied as the pleasure builds inside him. They intertwine fingers, holding hands as Jimin feels his mind empty, mindlessly whispering soft praises to the omega/ Jungkook moans loudly, face pressed against the mattress as Jimin fucks him more roughly, the wet sound of skin slapping against skin when their hips meet.

Jungkook’s ass is reddening, and he feels absolutely great.  

“Is that what you wanted, my baby?” Jimin asks hoarsely, pulling Jungkook to his chest. The alpha holds the omega close by his waist, wrapping one of his arms around Jungkook's waist. The new angle feels so good to the omega, and Jimin is so deep, Jungkook's notices. His neglected cock is twitching between his legs as Jimin fucks him relentlessly, biting his neck and shoulders, groaning against his ear.

Jungkook doesn’t notice he’s crying again until Jimin nuzzles his face, asking the omega if it’s hurting. If he’s okay. 

“So good Alpha, so good,” Jungkook sobs, nodding as he chants that he’s fine with a broken voice. “Just feels good, so deep, so right, Alpha.” Jimin smirks when Jungkook reassures him, alpha glowing with the satisfaction of giving pleasure to the omega, to be the one who got the omega like this. 

Jungkook feels his belly bulging as Jimin fucks him harshly, and lets out a loud moan when he puts his hand on top of his belly, where he can feel Jimin’s cock under his skin. The omega whimpers, feeling so full, like he has never felt before.

“Does it feel good, little omega? Feeling me so deep under your skin? I’m gonna breed you so well, baby.” Jimin practically roars when Jungkook nods dumbly, pressing his hand on top of Jungkook’s, making the omega wail with the feeling.  Jungkook has been claimed and taken so well by JImin. The omega wishes this moment would never end.

Jimin chuckles at his omega’s desperate moans, his free hand slowly making its way down Jungkook’s body, wrapping his fingers around the omega’s wet, hard cock, making Jungkook gasp in surprise. Jungkook throws his head back as Jimin starts to jerk him off, meeting the movement and rhythm of his thrusts, both men so close to their orgasm that it doesn’t feel like chasing anymore, but a meeting .

“Mine, mine, mine.” Jimin chants deliriously as his knot grows until it catches on Jungkook’s rim, until all the alpha can do is grind against Jungkook’s ass, unable to pull out. Soon enough, the younger man is shaking in Jimin's arms when he feels the alpha’s knot growing inside him, stretching him so gloriously that the omega can't help but spill white in Jimin’s hand.  Jungkook clenches around Jimin in pleasure, pulling the alpha to the edge with him. Jimin comes inside Jungkook, filling the omega with his come as Jungkook cries. the feeling of being filled so well making him shake. His alpha coming so much inside him, that Jungkook swears deliriouslt that his belly was swelling because of it. So the omega purrs in delight, floating high in the sky. 

Jimin carefully lays both of them down, spooning Jungkook from behind. Jimin is still moaning low as his cock twitches inside Jungkook, and he continues to kiss the omega’s neck and jaw, scenting Jungkook again until he’s satisfied to smell nothing but him on Jungkook's skin. The omega lets Jimin do it as he pleases, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling, knowing that it would be useless to try to stop the alpha - a thing that he also didn’t want to do. 

It takes a while for Jimin to calm down, and for their breathing to return to normal. Jungkook is purring, and the King chuckles a bit when he spots the little smile on the omega’s face. “You’re okay?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook nods, opening his eyes and smiling at the Alpha. The position is a bit weird, but Jimin kisses him, slowly this time. The Alpha holds Jungkook’s face, caressing his cheek with his thumb, niping Jungkook’s bottom lip to tease the omega. When he pulls apart, Jimin notices that Jungkook’s cheeks are blushing with shyness.

He giggles, finding absolutely adorable how Jungkook is so cute and shy, especially after what they just did together.

Jimin swears his heart skips a beat when Jungkook’s smile widens, nose scrunching as his eyes almost close. The omega’s eyes are glittering with satisfaction, happier than ever. “I’m okay,'' Jungkook says. The omega knows that the alpha doesn’t have much time until his rut takes over him completely, and knows too that he’ll need all the rest he can get. Both of them.

“You should sleep a bit,” Jungkook says, carding his fingers through Jimin’s hair as the alpha inclines his head into Jungkook’s touch, eyes closing.

“Thank you for being with me,” the alpha whispers, kissing Jungkook's mouth again. It’s natural for them to be this close, not weird or uncomfortable like they thought it would be. Jungkook doesn’t feel out of place in Jimin’s arms, but instead, it feels right to be back there after such a long time. It was indded like coming back home.

“Sleep.” Jungkook orders against Jimin’s lips, and the King smiles when Jungkook starts to sing the lullaby that they listened to when they were kids, laying his head on the pillow and bringing Jungkook closer to his chest. Jimin's knot is still inside the omega when he dozes off to sleep, and Jungkook watches the sun setting on Jimin’s face, the golden light making the alpha glow. The knight is sure  that somehow, Jimin was Eros himself, the son of Aphrodite sent to Earth to spread love. 

Quietly, Jungkook traces Jimin’s features with his fingertips, turning his body to Jimin once the Alpha’s knot deflates, curling himself against his chest, nuzzling Jimin's scent gland until the omega is the one to drift off to sleep.

☀️

Jungkook wakes up alarmed when he hears the door latching shut, taking a moment to understand where he is and what he is doing. He looks around and sees that the trays of food are nowhere to be seen, instead, they’re replaced with bread, cheese and fresh fruits. There are also carafes of water and milk, and Jungkook realises then that he's thirsty.

The alpha is wrapped around him, trapping the omega in his arms as he sleeps fretfully, a sheer, thin layer of sweat coating his forehead. Jungkook knows by Jimin’s scent that it won’t take long until he is waking up again, this time completely consumed by rut. The omega didn’t know how long they would be together, and didn’t know if they would have another chance to be together again in the future. Jimin was an unmated monarch and, while this wasn’t exactly a problem , people were already pressuring him to mate, to have heirs. It was a constant thought in Jungkook’s mind: how he’d feel when Jimin mated someone. It made Jungkook feel uneasy back then, and definitely, now he wasn't feeling any better about that.

Jungkook wishes for Jimin’s happiness above all else, of course, but still, he couldn’t help but wish to be the one who has Jimin’s heart. The omega knew that marriage wasn’t a synonym for love, but his most honest wish is that whenever Jimin decides to mate, he’ll be able to find love, partnership and loyalty in his union.

Now, the omega decides to not think about it, carefully untangling his limbs from Jimin’s, collecting the flowers that were once in his hair, and setting them on the bedside table. Jungkook walks on his tiptoes to the bathroom, trying to not disturb the alpha and wake him before it's time - Jimin needs to rest as much as possible. In the mirror, Jungkook can see fingerprints and bite marks that the alpha left all over his skin - the marks were red, sensitive to the touch, and the omega was glowing with pride.

His alpha did him so well. 

Jungkook didn’t take long watching the marks in the big mirror, hurrying to freshen up and come back to the room, dressing in Jimin’s shirt because he was still a tad shy about walking around butt naked. It was night already, the moon was high in the clear sky, a cold breeze coming from the windows. The omega sits at the table again, eating a few bites of bread and cheese while drinking some glasses of water. He admires the view, the moonlight dancing above their tree, thinking about how a lot has happened ever since their last night together, and that somehow, they managed to return to each other, even if it's temporary.

His focus change when Jimin groans in his sleep, palming the bed in search of his omega. The King was close to waking up, his scent stronger than ever - so strong that Jungkook could feel himself getting wet already, as his omega craved the alpha's attention, to be filled again, to satisfy the alpha's need. It takes only a few minutes for Jimin to open his eyes, Jungkook gazing at him from the chair as he chews some grapes, waiting silently to be found. 

It's cute how the alpha almost looks desperate when he doesn’t feel Jungkook’s body against his, eyes flitting around the room, looking for the omega. 

“I’m here,” Jungkook whispers softly, watching Jimin’s eyes shine golden in the dark, pupils widening when he finds Jungkook. Somehow, the omega maintains his calm, resisting the urge to throw himself on Jimin, using his steady hands to pour a glass of water for the alpha, taking some dried dates with him to the bed.

The Alpha is quick to grab Jungkook’s hips, but this time, Jungkook is faster, holding Jimin's face and pressing the glass to his lips. “Let me take care of you too, Alpha,” Jungkook says softly, and Jimin freezes for a moment before nodding, opening his mouth and drinking the water slowly. Jimin's eyes are intense when he does it, and don’t waver from Jungkook’s eyes, even for a second. Once Jimin is done with the water - he wasn’t aware that he was so thirsty - Jungkook feeds him a handful of dried dates, sitting on the alpha’s lap, kissing his face and neck while the King chews. Jimin's hands wander up and down on Jungkook’s legs, on his ass and back, under the shirt. The Alpha squeezes Jungkook’s butt, niping Jungkook’s fingertips every time the omega tries to feed him more.

“Don’t want to eat anymore?” Jungkook asks when Jimin doesn’t accept the dates anymore, kissing his wrist instead. Jimin shakes his head, kneading on the soft flesh of his ass, and Jungkook plays innocent, giving Jimin puppy eyes. “What do you want, hyung? Bread? Cheese?”

“I have something better in mind,” the alpha smirks, kissing Jungkook’s lips, jaw and neck until Jungkook gives up on trying to feed the alpha, and lets himself be taken again. Jimin tries to hold back as much as possible once again, but Jungkook tells him,  reassuring: “It's okay Alpha, let go.” 

There isn’t much talking this time, as Jimin turns the omega on his back and pulls Jungkook's hips up until he’s presenting his ass again. Jimin’s shirt is sliding up Jungkook’s chest when he arches his back, because Jungkook doesn’t have time to get ready - or naked - before Jimin’s mouth is on him. The alpha laps at Jungkook’s hole as if he was still thirsty, licking all over Jungkook’s rim, spreading the omega open with his hands. Jimin's silver rings aren’t cold anymore, but they’re rough on Jungkook’s sensitive skin, a perfect contrast with Jimin’s velvety palms. 

Jungkook is docile under Jimin’s ministrations, pulling the bedding with his hands, completely helpless as the King eats his ass like it was his last night on earth. Jimin pushes his tongue inside Jungkook’s hole, humming when he feels the omega loosening up around him. “You taste so good, little omega,” Jimin groans, before diving into Jungkook’s ass again, licking with a desperation that Jungkook hadn’t felt before. 

The omega can feel the head of Jimin’s cock brushing against his thighs when the alpha moves, the wet tip making Jungkook shiver when the cold breeze blows through the open window. It doesn’t take long until Jimin is positioning himself behind Jungkook once again, pushing his cock inside, this time without much prep, after fucking the omega open with his tongue only. Jungkook is still a bit loose from earlier though, and loves the delicious burn, as Jimin stretches him open with his cock only. There isn’t a soft and slow rhythm this time either, or even a single pause. Jimin fucks Jungkook with purpose, his hips slamming against Jungkook’s ass, as if he was taking what’s his, squelching noises of slick filling the room as Jungkook leaks around Jimin at each push. 

The Knight moans so loudly that he knows that the others in the next rooms will be able to hear them, but the omega can’t bring himself to be quieter, not when Jimin’s cock brushes against his prostate on each thrust, until Jungkook is coming again in a matter of minutes. When he comes, the Alpha doesn’t stop, turning Jungkook around until the omega is lying on his back. Jimin lies on top of the omega then, marking his neck, sucking a hickey around the mole that Jimin adored so much, asking himself deliriously how pretty Jungkook would look with a mating mark on his neck.

Jimin increasingly feels closer to his alpha, his instincts kicking in and taking over. The Alpha can’t think clearly anymore, but even in his lust, he knows that Jungkook is the one he wants to be with, to have by his side, around him. 

The King is quick to push himself inside Jungkook’s tight hole again, groaning as he thrusts, low moans leaving his lips, raw and guttural as if they were coming from the depths of his chest, the back of his throat. Jimin is sweating, but he doesn’t tire or lose his rhythm, making Jungkook’s body jolt with the force of his thrusts.

“Is this what you wanted, omega? To be fucked and filled like this?” Jimin asks, putting pressure on Jungkook’s lower stomach, where it’s bulging from his cock. The omega is loud, scratching Jimin’s back and shoulders with blunt nails as Jimin fucks him relentlessly, a rhythm so intense and wild that it makes Jungkook feel breathless. “What’s wrong baby? Isn’t this how you wanted it? To be roughed up?” Jimin teases,  breathing on Jungkook’s ear, biting his earlobe harshly, making the knight sob, toes curling in pleasure.

“Yes, Alpha, please,” the omega begs, as Jimin bites his scent gland with strenght - it's not enough to mate, but enough to make Jungkook tremble and shiver with the thought of it. 

In Jungkook's previous sexual encounters, he never felt good submitting - the other alphas he’s been with weren’t quite right or good enough when taking care of him, while his experiences with other omegas were satisfactory, but not nearly enough. Now, Jungkook didn't feel the need to pretend, police himself, or hold back like he did before, letting his instincts and urges guide him. Submitting to Jimin was so easy that it seemed like it was second nature to Jungkook. He knew that Jimin would never belittle him for submitting -  on the contrary, in the few hours he had been with Jimin, even in the naughtiest moments, he felt appreciated.

Because Jungkook was a knight of the king, people expected a lot from him, as if muscles, height or a sword would mean that he liked to dominate in bed. It took him a lot of time to be ok with the fact that he could submit to someone in his intimacy if he wanted to, without it revoking the fact that he was an excellent, fierce and brave knight - or an omega.And it feels so good, to be under Jimin like this. The alpha uses one of his hands to support his weight on top of Jungkook, while the other reaches in between them, stroking the omega’s wet and sensitive cock until Jungkook is shaking again, warm tears running down his face as he comes one more time, making everything sticky and even filthier between them.

“That’s it little omega, give everything to me.” Jimin howls, when his knot inflates, coming inside the omega again, as he chants mine, mine, mine .

“Yours.” Jungkook whispers back when Jimin buries his face in the omega’s neck, biting Jungkook's scent gland again before kissing it, resisting.

☀️

“Omega.” Jimin murmurs when his knot deflates, lying against Jungkook’s side, pulling him closer. The omega wraps himself around Jimin, letting the alpha scent him again, still a bit lost in the haze of his mind-blowing orgasms. 

“Alpha.” Jungkook replies, and Jimin smiles against his skin, kissing Jungkook's jaw, then his lips again.

Jimin tastes like slick, come, fruit, and Jimin, which was somehow a perfect combination to Jungkook. The King’s lips are soft and plump, so easy to get lost in. Jimin's tongue was skilled, his kisses a mix of soft and sweet, filthy and teasing. He’d smile against Jungkook’s lips, kissing the choco-chip mole beneath the omega's bottom lip before starting another passionate kiss, making Jungkook light-headed. The alpha bit Jungkook’s bottom lip until it was swollen and red, the usual cherry lips even darker from the uncountable kisses.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook murmurs and the alpha kisses him again in answer, pulling Jungkook until the omega was on top of him, legs straddling each side of Jimin's body. Jimin sits on the bed, planting his feet firmly on the mattress as he penetrates the omega again, his cock still hard, only a few minutes after his orgasm. This time is slower, but not less filthy, as Jimin licks inside Jungkook’s mouth with open eyes, watching the omega’s face as he fucks Jungkook, holding the Knight by the ass, spreading him open. They’re sweaty, and the soft fabric of Jimin’s shirt stick to their skin as they move in sync.

Jimin’s lips are pressed against Jungkook's the entire time, while the omega can’t seem to be able to close his mouth, groaning and whimpering each time the alpha fucks him just right. “Look at you, baby, taking my cock so well. It’s like you were made for this. Were you, omega? Made to take my cock? For me to fuck and breed?” 

Jungkook can only nod while the alpha talks dirty to him, knowing that he’s supposed to reply, but unable to do it, because it feels so good - his head is empty. 

“Oh baby, what’s wrong? Is Alpha fucking you so good that you can’t answer anymore?” Jimin teases and the omega whines, shaking his head. Jimin's rhythm is steady, slow, and deep. Each thrust reaches deep inside Jungkook, and the omega definitely can’t answer. “Dumb baby, my dumb baby,”  the alpha murmurs, kissing Jungkook again. Jimin swallows all Jungkook’s pretty noises, as he increases his speed and strength, until the omega is shaking in his arms once again, coming dry as he sobs softly, and the King smirks.

Jimin knots Jungkook again then, groaning inside Jungkook’s mouth, grinding in circles against the omega’s ass, spilling more inside of him.

“Bred.” the alpha whispers when he comes, satisfied.

☀️

After that, Jimin’s rut takes over him completely, the alpha becoming restless anytime he wasn’t inside Jungkook. They sleep a little, but soon, Jungkook is awakened with Jimin’s lips all over his skin, marking him up and sucking more bruises, adding to the pretty collection of the already existing ones, as if Jungkook was his masterpiece. 

The omega tries to make the alpha eat a bit of food and drink some water, but the alpha says he can do it later, after he knots his omega. 

This time, Jungkook rides Jimin under his intense gaze. The alpha guides him with his hands as Jungkook bounces up and down, his titties boucing as well s Jimin uses his mouth to suck bruises and pretty marks around his nipples, across his shoulders. Jimin's hands are gripping onto Jungkook’s ass tightly, holding Jungkook in place as the omega loses his balance, spanking him every once in a while. The alpha's strong hands leave marks on Jungkook’s ass, gripping tight until the tender skin is almost red and sore, sensitive under the rough ministrations.

Jungkook’s thighs burn with the effort of riding the alpha, so Jimin takes the lead and holds Jungkook up, fucking the omega while slick drips from Jungkook’s puffy hole. The omega braces himself on the alpha’s shoulder, fingers gripping tight every time  Jimin hits the sweet spot inside him. “Aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?” Jimin snarls when Jungkook moans hoarsely, changing his position and pushing the omega onto the bed, hips slamming against Jungkook’s at an almost brutal pace. The omega cries when Jimin’s fingers pull at his nipples, fondling his chest and squeezing it roughly.  Jungkook is so sensitive that it doesn’t take much until he is shaking, another orgasm ripping through his body.

Jimin almost drools over the omega under him, loving the way Jungkook's tummy bulges with his size, how Jungkook’s cute cock twitches and leaks on his stomach and chest, a few streaks of cum landing on his chin and face as well. “You’re such a slut, my baby, taking my knot so well and still asking for more.” Jimin babbles, milking Jungkook’s cock through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“I’m a slut, I am.” Jungkook agrees deliriously, overstimulated, as Jimin grinds his hips against his ass, laughing at the man under him.

“What’s wrong baby? Fucked you dumb again?” the alpha asks, kissing Jungkook’s chest and sucking his nipples, nibbling on it as Jungkook’s cries, gripping Jimin’s ass. The knight only nods, incoherently chanting yes, yes, yes as an answer. Jimin’s ass is so muscular under Jungkook's palms, so round and big. It almost feels like squeezing a peach, the plump flesh soft and firm under Jungkook's hands. The omega groans in satisfaction once he realizes that his hands aren't big enough to hold everything in his grip, but soon his mind is taken to another place, his eyes rolling back with pleasure, as Jimin flexes his thighs to thrust inside of him, making the muscles of Jimin’s ass flexing under his palms.

The alpha’s cock keeps massaging Jungkook’s prostate as Jimin thrusts relentlessly inside the omega, and Jungkook sees stars, his cock hardening again in Jimin’s hands once more. Jimin is powerless against his own will, unable to not kiss Jungkook’s mouth, and the omega feels his lips tingle- sensitive, swollen and bitten. When Jimin knots the omega again, he caresses Jungkook's skin lovingly, murmuring sweet words on Jungkook's ear.

Jungkook sighs, letting himself be loved, feeling the alpha's devotion with each touch.

"I dreamed of you every day." Jimin whispers, kissing the mole under Jungkook's lower lip, brushing the hair sticking to Jungkook's forehead with his hand. Jimin's eyes gleam in the dark room and they're kind of unfocused, the alpha's skin warm, warming Jungkook's body in the cold night.

"I'm here now." Jungkook whispers back, releasing pheromones to try to calm down the feverish alpha, caressing Jimin's face, tracing the alpha's lips with his fingertips, kissing the tip of his nose. Jimin closes his eyes, enjoying the touch he's craved for so long. Even with the urgencies of a rut, the need for the knight was no less real. They wait until the alpha’s knot goes down, then Jungkook demands that the King has to eat something - besides his ass - so they can keep going. Jimin complies, not wanting to risk it all - or upsetting the omega.

In the increasingly rare moments where the rut fever doesn’t take over the alpha, Jimin kisses Jungkook silly, caressing each bite mark he left on Jungkook's skin softly, apologising to the omega for the rough treatment. The omega blushes, hiding his face in Jimin’s neck, embarrassed to say that he loves it. Jimin checks if Jungkook is ok all the time, asking if he’s sore, if he’s hurt -  Jimin just wants the best for Jungkook, and Jungkook nods, reassuring the alpha with a smile.

When Jimin allows Jungkook to get up, the omega is quick on making a nest for them, placing blankets, clothes and pillows around them on the bed, to help soothe the restless alpha. Jungkook doesn't have much time to it, since Jimin just can't stand being away from him for too long, even if the omega is right there next to him.

"My scent, I can feel it. It's inside you, I need you." The alpha pouts and the omega giggles at the cute desperation coming from his strong and mighty alpha. Jungkook scents Jimin this time, kissing the alpha’s neck and sucking some bruises around Jimin's scent gland himself. The alpha lets him do it as he pleases, hands travelling up and down Jungkook’s back, fingers stroking Jungkook's raven hair.

The touch is intimate, sweet and innate, but soon Jimin needs more again.

Jimin becomes obsessed with eating Jungkook out as much as he can, practically drinking the slick and come that the omega releases repeatedly through the night. Jungkook just lets Jimin do as he wants to, presenting his ass to the hungry alpha. The King sucks Jungkook's cock too, hollowing his cheeks and circling his tongue until the omega is coming inside his mouth. The alpha doesn’t drink Jungkook’s come right away, instead, Jimin spits it on the omega’s mouth, kissing Jungkook right after. Their tongues are warm, the sticky substance making the kiss even more filthy, both drinking the mix of spit and come from each other's mouth. 

The sun is rising when Jimin fucks Jungkook again, this time lying on their sides, with the omega spread open while Jimin holds one of his legs up, fucking inside the omega as if he was desperate for it. The room is filled with filthy moans coming from both, gasps echoing loudly as Jimin jerks off Jungkook again, hands in sync with his thrusts. 

“Come for me little omega, let’s see how much you can take it.” Jimin teases on Jungkook’s ear, and this time the omega doesn’t let a sound out when he comes, cock twitching as he spills weakly all over himself, come landing on his belly and thighs, toes curling in pleasure and pulling at the bedding. Jimin doesn’t stop, fucking Jungkook even faster as he gathers the come with his fingers, takes them to his mouth before licking his fingers clean, kissing Jungkook after. Jimin seems to be obsessed with tasting Jungkook, and making Jungkook taste himself - and the omega would never complain about that, since he almost comes again when he feels his own taste so fresh on the Alpha’s tongue. Tears roll down Jungkook's cheeks as the alpha comes inside of him, knotting him for the ninth time in a few hours.

Jimin’s cock is still nestled inside of Jungkook when drift off to sleep, the omega’s back pressed against the alpha’s chest, safe and loved.

☀️

It’s late when they wake up again, Jimin rutting against Jungkook’s ass. “Need you,” the alpha cries, reaching its peak. Jimin's scent is so strong and overpowering that almost leaves Jungkook breathless, the omega moaning in submission to the alpha before he can understand why, Jungkook's knees weak with the need to submit to Jimin. 

“Then take me,” Jungkook says, turning around to face the alpha. 

Jimin doesn’t have to be told twice, taking the omega in all ways the knight could ever imagine. The King is rough, almost animalistic as he fucks Jungkook in different positions, on every surface they can find around the bedroom. 

Jimin spread Jungkook’s leg open, holding under hJungkook's knees as he fucks the omega open while standing, Jungkook’s body jolting with the thrusts. The Knight isn’t exactly small, but he feels like he is, small and delicate when Jimin manhandles him so easily, moving Jungkook's heavy limbs as he pleases before pushing inside again. The omega feels Jimin inside him every time, while Jimin is frantic about breeding him well, so they can have as many pups as possible. “You’re gonna look so beautiful carrying our pups.” Jimin mumbles, shoving himself inside again, one of his hands resting protectively on Jungkook’s swollen belly, while the omega rides him on the edge of the bed, reverse straddling Jimin.

At some point, Jungkook swears he’s elastic, Jimin putting him in the most exquisite positions before knotting him once again.

Jungkook has so many orgasms in a row that at some point he just comes dry, cock twitching and unable to spill anything, and Jimin laughs a bit mean, biting Jungkook’s shoulder, mercilessly. 

His usually polite and kind alpha has the dirtiest mouth Jungkook could ever wish for, and it’s so different from the usual Jimin - the one who talks and touches him so gently - but it’s no less good, less wonderful, or less devoted. It feels amazing, Jimin is so filthy with his words that Jungkook swears he’s ascended to heaven and somehow, now, he’s having all he ever wished for. 

“You like that, don’t you, omega?” Jimin asks, fucking the omega against a wall, frames rattling with Jimin’s strength. “You like to be mine and no one else’s. Don’t you?”  Jimin asks again, this time fucking Jungkook on the floor, on top of the soft rug that Jungkook liked to lay on when he was younger. The alpha presses the right spots on Jungkook’s neck, making the younger man cry, breathless. The alpha loosen up his grip for a moment before doing it again, and Jungkook feels light-headed and fuzzy as Jimin takes him from behind. 

Jungkook just nods, body jolting forward each time Jimin thrusts inside of him. “Love how I ruined you. You're ruined now, don't you? Even when you get a mating mark on your neck, I got something from you that no one else can have. It's mine. You're mine.” Jimin growls as he pulls Jungkook’s hair, fucking the omega standing on hands and knees.  

"Nobody Alpha, I'm only yours." Jungkook says, spreading his legs wider, feeling almost drunk from Jimin’s scent. "I don't want anyone else but you." Jungkook cries again, as Jimin moves his hips just right. The omega feels his dick twitch, coming as Jimin fucks him relentlessly. The omega is barely able to respond anymore, the alpha fucking him so wonderfully that he can only think of having more. 

“They’ll never fuck you like I do. Ruined you for everyone else.” Jimin teases, tugging hard on Jungkook’s hair, and the omega sobs, body going lax as Jimin knots him again, filling him one more time until his stomach is bloated. 

As both lay on the floor together, trying to recover their senses and breath, Jimin caresses Jungkook’s distended belly with love, kissing the omega’s collarbones and chest. He’s gone, Jungkook thinks, knowing that Jimin is lost in the haze of the rut, while nuzzling his nose on Jungkook’s chest. The omega thinks for a moment about how things would have happened if he had said no, and his scent dulls as soon as he pictures Jimin with someone else.

Jungkook feels jealous, a primal feeling that he didn’t feel often taking over him.

He’s sulking when the alpha’s knot deflates, and is quick to turn around and scent Jimin until all he can feel is the scent of fresh flowers. Jungkook kisses and mark the alpha’s fair skin as much as he can, uncaring about if the King will be marked and bruised for days - Jungkook wants everyone to see and know that Jimin belongs to him, even if it was only for a few nights. When the omega is done, the alpha stares at him with sparkling eyes, sated with the way his omega was taking care of him. Jimin smirks too, knowingly. 

“What’s wrong, my baby?” Jimin provokes, tucking a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, and the omega pouts, a blush spreading on his cheeks, realizing how sudden his possessive outburst was.

“Nothing,” Jungkook mumbles shyly, hiding his face in Jimin’s neck, and the alpha snorts, laughing. 

“It doesn’t smell like nothing.” Jimin says, bringing Jungkook’s face close to his by the chin, kissing the omega lovingly. “I’m yours.” Jimin whispers against Jungkook’s lips, deepening the kiss. It’s slow, Jimin doesn’t rush, just holding Jungkook close. The alpha's cock is still hard, and they know it won’t take too long until he needs to go again. Still, they stare into each other’s eyes when they pull their faces apart, both fighting against the words they wish they could say.

Jimin doesn’t want Jungkook to think that his feelings are influenced by his rut, and Jungkook doesn’t want Jimin to think that he’s just being nice because he's in a rut.

Hopefully, they’ll have time to talk about everything later, they think.

They don’t have to rush now.

When Jimin’s scent changes again, Jungkook pushes the alpha back down on the bed, kissing Jimin's body from top to bottom, to Jimin's mouth down to his chest, tummy and crotch. Jimin’s cock is too big to fit in Jungkook’s mouth, but the omega doesn’t let it stop him. Jungkook gives it kitten licks at first, tasting the come and slick on his tongue. It’s exquisite, and Jungkook never had anything like it before, never liked it so much before. And it’s perfect, so he goes for more. Jimin moans so prettily, holding Jungkook’s hair, silver rings warm and rough against Jungkook’s scalp. Jimin guides the omega a bit when the younger one gets frantic, but he’s endeared by the eagerness to please that comes from his lover.

“Baby.” Jimin says before grabbing a bit more harshly on Jungkook’s hair, and the omega looks back at Jimin with wide eyes. “Knot.” Jimin warns a bit strangled, but Jungkook goes for it even after the warning, pushing his head down until he gags on the King’s cock. Jungkook is unable to fit the knot inside his mouth, and soon Jimin is coming again in his warm mouth, spilling white down on Jungkook’s throat. The omega does the best he can to drink it all, not wanting to waste a single drop - and he can't, of course - but now Jimin is the one crying from pleasure, his come dripping down Jungkook’s chin and neck, adding to their mess, while the omega presses his palm around the swollen base of Jimin’s cock, making the alpha shudder and growl. 

When Jungkook is done with “cleaning” the alpha, Jimin is quick to grab his face with both hands, licking it to clean the mess they made. The alpha gathers all of it in his mouth before spitting back into Jungkook’s, ordering the omega to be a good boy and swallow. The omega complies, swallowing everything and sticking his tongue out proudly to show it to Alpha, a weak purr inside Jungkook's chest when Jimin praises him. “You’re so filthy, omega. So dirty and perfect. What would people say if they saw you like this?”  Jimin asks and the omega whines, slick running down his thighs again.

Jimin catches it righr away, and it only takes a few seconds for Jimin to make Jungkook sit on his face and ride his tongue, until the omega is shaking on top of him, squirting all over the alpha’s face and neck. Jungkook still whines about being empty in the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Jimin doesn’t waste another second, pulling the omega back to bed.

“That's all you can think about, isn’t it? Being knotted,” Jimin asks hoarsely on Jungkook's ear, has he knots the omega one more time.

☀️

Jungkook wakes up a few minutes earlier than Jimin, but it’s enough time to clean himself and freshen up. The alpha is less feverish, but not less clingy, this time, using his pleading eyes to bring Jungkook closer. They cuddle as much as they can until Jimin is stricken with need, this time fucking the omega against one of the windows as the sun rises on the horizon. It’s slow, sexy, and passionate as Jimin kisses the omega’s lips until they’re breathless, pushing his thumb into Jungkook’s mouth. The Knight hollows his cheeks and sucks on Jimin’s finger, unable to break eye contact while he does it. It’s so intense that Jungkook curls himself in Jimin’s safe embrace, nails lightly scratching the alpha’s already bruised back. 

Jungkook's omega was satisfied by it - marking the alpha - but Jungkook would blush every time he remembered about it. Jimin didn’t mind, loving the sting of the omega’s nails against his skin when he got desperate. They come together this time, the weak sunlight bathing their skin. The day was cold, but the skin was warm, their bodies pressed together heating each other up, like an eternal summer day. 

Once the alpha’s eyes are more focused, Jungkook insists that they should eat and the alpha accepts his defeat. This time, they sit at the table and Jimin lets the omega feed him in the mouth, smiling dumbly. Jimin is tired, - they both are - but it isn’t surprising that Jimin still looks handsome. Jimin's hair is messy, eyes swollen with the lack of rest, and his naked body is covered in marks. The two men are covered in more body fluids than Jungkook would like to admit, but still, Jimin’s hands are gentle.

The Alpha insists that Jungkook must be on his lap as he feeds the omega, because Jungkook's presence by his side was all he needed at the moment, as if his life were complete.

The omega was covered with love bites and hickeys, Jungkook's muscular yet delicate body a canvas of the moments the two spent together. The knight’s black hair was messy, and Jungkook would pass out as soon as he would be given the chance - Jimin hadn't really let him rest, fucking the omega even while he slept, after Jungkook telling him it was ok to do that. Jungkook's lips were still swollen from the past kisses, but Jimin just couldn't stop kissing him all the time.

Jimin doubted it was just a rut thing, but decided not to think about it too much, enjoying Jungkook's presence there. “Need you well-fed, omega.” he says, voice hoarse from not using too much during the past couple days. Jungkook blushes, but nods, biting another piece of peach. “How are you?” Jimin asks, and Jungkook smiles.

“Good. Sleepy. Dirty." Jungkook answers and Jimin laughs, throwing his head back, an airy laugh filling the room. His eyes turn into crescent moons when he does it, as chest shaking with the laugh.

“We can have a bath if you want to. But, I’m not sure about letting you sleep, though,” the alpha teases, kissing Jungkook again. It’s chaste, quick, and just a peck, but it leaves butterflies fluttering inside Jungkook. The fact that the alpha was now more conscious, and still kissing him was something that Jungkook tried to not focus on too much, afraid that somehow it would take him down a wrong path, leading to delusion.

“I’d like a bath very much. And about sleeping, I’m sure you can handle me by yourself.” the omega teases back, and Jimin laughs again, brushing his fingers against Jungkook’s face.

He’s so beautiful, Jimin thought, so pure, like the first snow.

“ Filthy.” Jimin whispers and this time Jungkook is the one who’s laughing, adorably scrunching his nose. Jimin hold his face again, kissing his skin all over, unable to resist him. 

After the meal, they take a bath together, and Jungkook rides Jimin slowly in the bathtub. The warm perfumed water splashes on the marble floor, but neither of them notice it. Their rhythm was slow, and this time the bites and marks were less possessive, more appreciative. Jimin’s knot deflates faster too, and they’re quick to rearrange the nest together after the bath, the alpha helping Jungkook with it. When they are satisfied with the nest, they lay in bed together, under the covers this time, and sleep takes over them quickly.

☀️

When Jungkook woke up that night, Jimin’s scent was closer to normal, the green tea welcoming and not overpowering anymore. Jungkook can’t help but feel sad, knowing his time with Jimin was coming to an end too soon for his liking. 

Quietly, Jungkook wishes he could spend his whole life locked inside this room.

The omega stares at Jimin sleeping peacefully, looking like he used to do when they were younger - the alpha's mouth was slightly agape, body at a weird angle in the bed. It’s a nice feeling, watching Jimin grow like this, to change and yet remain unchanged. 

Jimin grunts a bit when he’s waking up, arms holding Jungkook as close as he can, searching for the warmth that Jungkook’s body provides him. The omega’s scent was mixed with his and it was extremely comfortable to be with him like that. Their eyes meet in the darkness. and Jungkook is the one who initiates the kiss this time. It feels like the first time again, butterflies fluttering freely in his stomach as he kisses the alpha deeply, trying to convey all the feelings that they kept to themselves for years. Jimin lets him take all he wants, lets the omega claim and take all he needs from him. The alpha is not feverish anymore, the rut is nearing its end - he doesn't need sex now, but at the same he needs it, needs Jungkook. The alpha rolls on top of Jungkook, easily finding the place that’s now so familiar and comfortable in between Jungkook’s legs.

A cold breeze comes from outside and the curtains are swaying with the wind, but Jungkook doesn’t feel cold. He feels warm and good, snug and safe under Jimin, for the last time. Jimin pushes himself inside Jungkook’s swollen hole gently and they make it slow, making love as if they had all the time in the world. There aren't many words spoken, just soft moans and sweet gasps, Jimin’s luscious lips kissing every inch of Jungkook's skin that he can reach. 

Jimin holds the omega closer, his hips moving lazily, and this time there isn't desperation to reach their orgasms. Instead, there is the feeling of wanting to prolong it as much as they can, to drag their time together out until it is too late. They don’t want it to end, and they don’t want to go back to the real world, where both would have to deal with time away from each other. They were safe there inside the room, living out the fantasy they had long harbored without knowing it about each other. It would be cruel the moment they had to leave this, especially not knowing when they might come back.

If they could go back.

The heat between them builds slowly as they move in sync, layers of pleasure and feelings piling on top of each other, until all they can do is fall together. Jungkook comes again silently, tears falling down his face as he holds Jimin closer, the alpha drinking Jungkook's moans and pleas. Jimin moans against Jungkook’s mouth when he comes, holding Jungkook as if the omega was about to disappear into thin air, wishing the dream would never end.

The two don’t have any excuses for that - they can lie if they want to, blame the rut or anything else if they need to, but they can’t lie to themselves because this was something they long awaited for. 

Something they wanted.

Something they deserved.

“I don’t want to go.” Jungkook whispers when Jimin sleeps again, his face on Jungkook’s chest. The omega run his fingers lovingly through the alpha’s blonde hair, breathing deep Jimin's scent. “I’ve been missing you for ages, and it’s like I lose a part of me every time you’re away. I’ve loved you for so long, alpha. I wish I was brave enough to confess.” Jungkook whispers in the dark, tears running down his cheek until he closes his eyes, letting the exhaustion take over him.

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Dawn is slowly breaking over the horizon, the dark sky slowly transitioning to beautiful oranges and pinks, the night ends as well as their time together.  Jungkook is the first one to awaken, and there are no traces of rut pheromones in the air anymore. Jungkook can’t help but feel sad, exhausted.

It’s time to go, the fairytale has ended .

Jimin is still holding him close, face buried in the omega’s neck. Jungkook's scent comforted Jimin, and the omega wishes he could be the source of comfort and happiness for the alpha, always. 

But Jimin had duties to attend to, people to look after, and a kingdom to rule.

Maybe if destiny was kind enough to them, they would have another chance soon. If not, at least they had a beautiful story together.

Jungkook moves slightly in bed, wondering what he should do.

Should he leave before Jimin wakes up?
Wait for him?
What could he say?

Jungkook doesn't have time to think further about his options, Jimin slowly waking up, his arms holding Jungkook in place. 

“Gguk-ah?” Jimin whispers when the omega untangles himself from him and sits up in bed, Jimin's voice hoarse and deep with sleep. The alpha can barely keep his eyes open, face squished in the pillows, hair in a messy halo.

“My King.” Jungkook whispers back, using his hands to brush off the hair off Jimin’s face. Jimin's eyes shine golden like the sun itself, and Jungkook tries to commit them to memory. Jungkook wants to remember this forever, to see this scene for eternity every time he closes his eyes.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asks confused as he looks over the window. It’s early and the skies are grey. There’s a light rain falling and the wind whistles around the palace. The weather is cold and Jimin feels even colder with Jungkook far from him. 

“You’re not in rut anymore.” Jungkook says, and it takes Jimin a moment to understand what’s happening.

“Oh,” Jimin sighs, before using his hands to bring Jungkook closer, back to bed, until the omega is lying on his chest. Jimin’s heart beats fast under Jungkook’s cheek, and he can’t help but close his eyes, enjoying the proximity.  Jimin would rather die than not feel this every morning.

“You can leave if you want to, of course. But you don’t have to.” Jimin explains, voice low, measuring his words with care. He wish he was good with words, and with feelings. 

“You’re not in rut anymore, hyung, I have nothing else to offer.” Jungkook whispers, eyes filling with tears. The omega's scent is bitter, and Jungkook hates how he can’t pretend anymore.

Jimin makes a hurt noise when he listens to Jungkook’s words, holding the omega’s face by the chin, making Jungkook look at him in the eyes.  “Jungkook-ah, I’m not the best with words but…I didn’t ask you to be my rut partner just because you have a great ass,” Jimin jokes, and Jungkook snorts, rolling his eyes.

“You’re definitely not good with words.” Jungkook says and Jimin chuckles, bringing his face closer to Jungkook’s until they’re breathing the same air.

Jungkook exhales, Jimin inhales, and it feels right, like it should’ve been since the beginning. Jimin and Jungkook were more than themselves, more than two individuals. They weren’t made to complete each other - they were whole in themselves - but since their first meeting, they had chosen each other, deciding that together they were more, better, happier. They kiss again, as if they want to make up for all the lost time since their last night at the foot of the tree. They take as much time as they need, feeling each other's tastes, the softness of their skin, the way their bodies mould together perfectly.

They part when they're out of breath, touching their chests pressed together, eyes closed.

“Jungkook-ah, as I said, you can leave if you want to. I’ll never be the one to hold you back, you know that,” Jimin says, voice firm as he looks into Jungkook’s doe eyes. “But, maybe it's the fate that we are together now, because it’s what the universe wants. Me. You. Me and you.” 

“Hyung.” Jungkook whispers, trying his best to hold back tears. He can’t, vision blurring as he feels his eyes burn as the tears spill. Jimin kisses them, caressing his wet cheeks with his thumb.

“I’ve been holding back for so long, loving you in the darkness for years now, how stupid am I?” Jimin chuckles, but there’s no trace of humour in his golden eyes. “You are my angel, my world. And I'm your calico cat and I’m here to love you if you let me.”

Jungkook can't speak, so he does what he can and kisses Jimin. The kiss is messy as he can't stop smiling, holding the alpha close in his arms.

The alpha smiles too, letting himself be kissed.

"I love you, hyung," Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s mouth, eyes closed as he speaks. “You are my sunlight, and I spent so many nights thinking about you, begging for you to please stay, but so afraid to say it aloud. Then you were gone, and I thought it was forever.”  Jungkook cries, and Jimin shakes his head.

“I was never gone, Gguk-ah. I’ll never leave you.” Jimin whispers, eyes shining with the intensity of his feelings, before kissing Jungkook again.

The kiss leads them to making love, and soon the room is filled with soft moans and whispered I love you’s, as Jimin moves inside Jungkook in a languid rhythm, as if they had all the time in the world - because they do. 

Their fingers are intertwined when they reach orgasm together, scents mixing and clouding the room again. They don't separate afterward as the rain falls outside, the soothing noise a backdrop to their moment. There was a lot to talk about, but they could do it later. Together. 

This time, there would be no one to stop them from being together, from loving each other. They wouldn't let anyone come between them, keeping them from loving each other as freely as they should have been from the start. They whisper these promises to each other in the cold room, warm bodies pressed together. The two are still catching their breaths when Jimin giggles.

“We’re idiots,” The alpha says and Jungkook laughs, slapping Jimin's arm when the alpha bites his scent gland, not harsh enough to break the skin and mate, but enough to make the omega dream about it again, without feeling afraid of dreaming alone this time. 

“Idiots in love."  Jungkook says, and Jimin agrees.

“My love.” Jimin whispers, looking at Jungkook’s eyes.

“Yours.” Jungkook whispers back.

“Mine.” the King confirms, staring at his beautiful omega. Jungkook laughs as the sun rises outside the window, beginning not only a new day, but a new life for both of them.