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It starts like this.
“I’m sorry Namjoon-ssi, there’s not much else we can do. Your stress levels are causing your alpha to become neglected. Since the medication we prescribed last time has had no effect, the only other remedy is to spend time scent-bonding with an omega. I know with your lifestyle, things like this are complicated, but there are resources I could offer you. If you were looking to be paired up with a vetted-”
“No,” Namjoon cuts in, taking a deep breath to soften the way his alpha revolts at the suggestion. He’s already stressed and on edge, and the harsh sterility of the doctor's office grates on his instincts. But it’s not the doctor’s fault, after all. She doesn’t deserve the alpha’s wrath.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I appreciate the suggestion, but no, that won’t be an option.”
“I understand, and no offense taken. Instinctual matters like this can be highly sensitive, so I understand why you’re uneasy. The only other suggestion I have would be to find an omega you’re already comfortable with, someone who is willing to spend extended time scenting with you. That is the only solution to combat your stress and resulting alpha-neglect.”
“I’ll think about it. Thank you, doctor.”
“You’re welcome. Please don’t hesitate to call with any further concerns.”
And with a handshake, Namjoon hurries out of the office as quickly as possible, anything to be free of the cloying antiseptic smell and blinding white lights.
He’s quickly ushered into a company car by one of their managers, and they head back to the dorms amidst the slow crawl of Seoul traffic.
This is Namjoon’s third doctor’s visit in as many months regarding his… issue .
He’s stressed, yes. But that is particularly unavoidable as the leader of one of the biggest music acts in the world. He thought he had it under control, though. He reads. Has a strict workout regimen. Takes long bike rides along the Han River, and plans a hike or a museum visit whenever he can. Tends to his bonsai trees, goes out for drinks with his friends. He’s even taken up painting.
But apparently it’s not enough, because he’s still too stressed to knot.
He has been to the doctor, tried several medications even, but to no avail.
A series of endless unsatisfying orgasms over the past few months, coupled with the increasing frustration that nothing seems to work, has him more stressed than ever. It’s a vicious cycle. If Namjoon can’t relax, he can’t knot. But not being able to pop one and achieve the release his alpha craves has him ready to pull his hair out.
So.
Scenting an omega is the only solution.
But who?
He has a good group of friends, but they’re all mostly betas or other alphas. He’s not willing to scent-bond with any random omega either. As famous as Bangtan is, everything requires a certain level of discretion that he doesn’t want to bother with, nor does he feel comfortable with.
So that leaves his bandmates.
Which leads him to now, sitting in the living room of the pack dorm, with his members sprawled out across the couches and floor.
He had called a pack meeting, and they’re all looking at him expectantly.
Logically, Namjoon knows it’s nothing to be nervous about, they’ve all seen each other at their highest highs and lowest lows, and in every compromising position imaginable. There are no secrets between them.
But.
That doesn’t stop Namjoon from fidgeting, avoiding all of their curious and concerned gazes in favor of fiddling with the drawstrings of his hoodie.
What kind of alpha can’t pop a knot? He feels like a failure.
He’s embarrassed, doesn’t want them to think any less of him.
Namjoon can feel his scent souring with shame and stress, knows it can be pleasant for his poor packmates who he’s had to drag away from their free time to force his own problems upon them.
Actually, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
Does he really need to knot, anyways?
“Namjoon-ah, what’s going on?” Hoseok asks, his mild alpha scent diffusing around the room, tickling Namjoon’s nose.
Hoseok has always been the one to step up when Namjoon falls short. His same-age friend probably doesn’t have a problem with knotting, Namjoon thinks wryly.
“I’m not- ah, this is embarrassing. I wouldn’t have even brought it up if the doctor didn’t suggest it.” Namjoon hedges, the words stuck in his throat.
“You’ve been to the doctor? Is everything ok hyung?” Jimin asks worriedly, his soothing beta pheromones beginning to diffuse throughout the room.
“Why didn’t you say anything!” Seokjin fusses, their other beta’s own neutral yet protective scent mingling with Jimin’s.
Namjoon fidgets. “Everything is fine! Well, not fine , but it’s nothing to worry about!”
“Which is why you’ve been to the doctor without telling any of us, and called a pack meeting about it?” Yoongi quips, raising an eyebrow. The omega never shies away from calling Namjoon out on his bullshit.
“When you put it like that…” he replies, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly and avoiding eye contact.
“Just spit it out hyung, I’m sure there’s nothing to be embarrassed about! We’ve been together for how long? Through everything. We won’t judge you, I promise,” Taehyung says, and the rest of them all nod and voice their agreements.
Namjoon knows their youngest alpha is right. That doesn’t make it any easier to get the words out, though.
“Hyung,” Jungkook says softly, speaking up for the first time. Namjoon finally lifts his head, meeting the omega’s gaze. His big brown eyes swim with anticipation and concern. Now Namjoon feels bad for worrying them all over his own stupid problems.
But he’s never been able to say no to Jungkook, so.
“I can’t knot,” he blurts, words finally unsticking and spilling out all at once. “I can’t knot and I’ve tried medication but it didn’t help and the doctor says it’s because I’m too stressed.”
Silence.
Namjoon starts to sweat, eyes glued to his feet. He can feel the heat prickling across his cheeks.
“How long?” Seokjin asks, eyebrows furrowed.
“Four... maybe five months?” Namjoon replies, subdued.
“Oh hyung,” Taehyung croons sympathetically. As a fellow alpha, he knows how important regular knotting is for keeping your instincts in balance.
“You should have let us know, Joon-ah. We could have at least… gone to your appointments with you, or tried to lighten your workload,” Hoseok scolds gently, scooching over until he’s pressed up against Namjoon’s side in solidarity.
“It’s embarrassing!” Namjoon counters, burying his flushed cheeks in his hands.
“We’re a pack for a reason. We lean on each other,” Seokjin adds sagely.
“That goes for you too, knothead. You’re not excluded from needing help or support just because you're the big strong pack alpha,” Yoongi chides, seeing right through him as always.
Namjoon sighs. He knows they’re right, but his brain doesn’t always let him think that way.
“So what can you do about it?” Jimin asks, head tilted to the side. “If the medication isn’t working, did the doctor suggest anything else? Any other remedy?”
“Well…” he hedges. “She said scent bonding with an omega is the only other way to help reconnect with my wolf or balance my… my hormones,” Namjoon replies with a grimace. He doesn’t like feeling out of control, on edge in his own body.
“She offered a vetted service but I don’t… I can’t-” he continues, eyes cast downward.
“I get it, Namjoon-ah,” Hoseok says, knocking their shoulders together. “I wouldn’t want to do that either.”
“And I don’t have any omega friends that I’d be comfortable scenting with, so…” Namjoon shrugs, not able to finish the sentence.
“So that leaves…” Taehyung starts, always the clever one.
“One of us,” Jimin finishes.
Namjoon peers up at his packmates from beneath his lashes, nervous for their reactions. But no one looks mad, no one smells upset or disgusted. The room is neutral at worst. More soothing than anything else, really.
He glances over to where Yoongi and Jungkook are perched together on the couch across from him. Yoongi opens his mouth to reply, but Jungkook beats him to it.
“I’ll do it,” the youngest omega blurts, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink. “I’ll help hyung.”
Jimin snorts, and Seokjin elbows him.
Namjoon feels something warm flicker in his chest, his tense shoulders relaxing. “Really? You’d… you’d do that?”
Jungkook nods solemnly- his face a mask of calm, but his scent bubbles sweet and clear, lily and cotton belaying how eager he truly is.
Namjoon bites back a smile. It’s no secret Jungkook has always been partial to the pack alpha, and Namjoon himself can’t deny the soft spot he has for their maknae. There’s been an unspoken connection between them for years now, dancing tentatively around each other for the longest time.
Namjoon has been hesitant to ever pursue anything, not wanting to upset the dynamics of their pack or do anything to jeopardize the delicate balance their success seems to hang in. So he keeps his feelings tucked away, hidden behind fond smiles and awkward shoulder squeezes.
Jungkook wears his heart on his sleeve, so it’s always been easy to tell he has a little crush on Namjoon. Evident in the way the omega is always watching him with stars in his eyes, how he always listens intently when Namjoon speaks. Eager to do anything the alpha asks of him, even if it means he’s recording a song cover in the middle of the night.
And maybe Namjoon’s favorite habit of Jungkook’s (although he’d never be caught dead sharing it with anyone), how the omega always makes himself small next to his leader. Tucks himself into Namjoon’s side during lives and interviews, in between practices, on stage. Hooks his chin over Namjoon’s shoulder to subtly scent him, or just to be close.
It always makes his alpha preen a little- to have Jungkook seek him out for comfort, even if they are sort of awkward and stilted with each other. But he’s never overt about wanting the alpha’s attention or affection, which is why Namjoon is pleasantly surprised (and very pleased) that he offers to help so quickly.
When this whole time, Namjoon was secretly hoping he would.
Nothing against Yoongi, of course. Namjoon loves and respects him the most, but they’ve long decided they work best as friends. The way he feels for Jungkook is deeper. More nuanced in a way he hasn’t dared hope he could ever let himself explore.
But now he has an opportunity to take things a little further, even if it might not change anything between them in the long run. He’ll take the chance that’s been offered to him.
“Thank you,” Namjoon says softly, sincerely.
“Of course, hyung,” Jungkook replies, smiling bashfully.
And so the plan to get Namjoon’s knot back in working order is put into motion.
—🪢—
It’s awkward at first, as Namjoon expected it would be. He’s never been big on touch. It doesn’t come easy to him like it does for the others. He always feels stiff and stilted, overthinking every movement. So it’s usually easier for him to avoid it altogether, but Jungkook has never had that problem.
“Hyung, you don’t need to be so nervous. It’s just me,” the omega laughs, a little shy. He’s perched on the edge of Namjoon’s mattress, looking soft and smelling sweet. It pleases his alpha greatly to have Jungkook in his bed, but he doesn’t let himself think about that too much (even though it is kind of the whole point of all of this).
“Are you sure you’re ok with doing this?” Namjoon asks hesitantly, still standing by the door where he let Jungkook in a moment ago.
“I offered, didn’t I?” Jungkook counters, a pretty blush dusting his cheeks as he ducks behind the curtain of his wavy hair.
“I know, I just want to make sure you don’t feel like you have to. Because really, I’m sure there’s another way I can fix it, and honestly it’s not like I need to knot, you know? We don’t have to-”
“Namjoon-hyung,” Jungkook giggles, cutting him off and patting the bedspread next to him. “Come sit.”
Namjoon obeys, settling gingerly beside the omega. “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I care about you and the pack too much to risk this ruining our dynamic.”
“It won’t,” Jungkook says, sounding a lot more confident than Namjoon feels, but smelling nervy all the same, picking at a loose thread in the duvet.
“But-”
“Do you trust me?” Jungkook asks, not letting the alpha finish.
Namjoon nods.
Jungkook nudges their hands together, curling his pinky over Namjoon’s. “Then I promise I’ll tell you if anything bothers me, ok?”
“Ok. Thank you,” Namjoon replies earnestly, hooking their pinkies together to seal the promise. “I will too.”
“Good,” Jungkook nods. His scent evens out into something sweet and satisfied, soothing lily filling Namjoon’s lungs. He feels himself relax a little bit, even though he’s still on edge at the thought of what’s to come.
They sit in silence for a moment, but it’s not uncomfortable. Jungkook squeezes his pinky around Namjoon’s and the alpha shoots him a small smile, squeezing back.
“So… what now? Did… did the doctor say what to do? How should we start?”
“Ah, not really, no. Just that scent bonding with an omega I’m comfortable with should help. Maybe we should just- let’s ease into it, yeah? I know there’s a chance we might get, well…” Namjoon trails off, embarrassed. Scent bonding is an intimate practice, mostly reserved for mates, or at the very least, romantic partners. Packmates and friends scent, but only briefly, with the less potent glands on their wrists. This will require heavy scenting, and for Jungkook to let Namjoon at his neck (and vice versa). It’s not something to be suggested lighty.
Jungkook’s scent flares, mostly shy but Namjoon catches a sharp tinge of interest underneath.
“That’s… ah I know. If it helps, I…..” the omega stutters, making brief eye contact with Namjoon before hiding behind his hair. “I don’t mind, if… if that happens. As long as you’re ok with it too.”
“I- I am.”
Namjoon’s alpha paces. If it had a physical form, he thinks its tail would be wagging.
To Namjoon’s slight shame, he’s… well he has definitely thought about it before. Can you blame him though, when he has the nation’s darling omega sweetheart in his pack?
They’re both flustered and pink-cheeked, so Namjoon decides to change the subject, wanting Jungkook to be comfortable. “We don’t have to rush into anything though. Let’s just hang out first, yeah? You were talking about that new anime, right? Let me grab my laptop, come sit with hyung and we can watch,” he suggests.
Jungkook nods, getting comfortable amongst the pillows stacked up by the headboard while Namjoon boots up his laptop. He quickly navigates to the show Jungkook has been going on about wanting to watch, settling in beside the omega and propping the laptop between them so they can both see.
It’s not often Jungkook and Namjoon get to spend time alone like this, and the alpha finds himself enjoying it in spite of his earlier bumbling. It’s less pressure this way, like they truly are just hanging out.
As the episodes drag on, Jungkook shifts closer and closer to Namjoon. The alpha isn’t sure if the younger is even aware he’s doing it, but it’s cute. Their sides brush, and then the omega is leaning his head onto Namjoon’s shoulder. He watches as Jungkook’s eyelids droop, no longer paying full attention to the episode as he fights the pull of sleep.
His alpha preens at the thought that Jungkook is comfortable enough to nap on him. He enjoys the proximity as the omega’s breathing evens out, smiling to himself as Jungkook snuffles a little in his sleep.
Namjoon continues to watch another episode or two, until he feels Jungkook begin to shift. He’s not quite awake, his scent still soft and sweet and laced with sleep. But he tilts his head until his nose is tucked right up against Namjoon’s scent gland, nuzzling in his slumber.
Namjoon stiffens at the touch, hands clenched in his lap as Jungkook subconsciously scents him. Each brush of his round little nose sends shivers up Namjoon’s spine, and he can smell his own scent thickening, coaxed out by the omega.
Namjoon’s eyes flutter shut and his lips part, goosebumps breaking out across his skin despite the warmth of the room. It feels…
Nice isn’t really the word to describe it.
It’s intimate, that’s for sure. He never really thought he would get to have Jungkook like this. And the omega seeking out his scent from the source, even in his sleep… it’s very sweet, but also a lot to take in.
And he should probably wake Jungkook up.
Namjoon gently nudges the omega, bringing a hand up to brush away a long strand of hair that had fallen into his face.
“Jungkook-ah, wake up, sleepy,” he murmurs.
Jungkook stirs with a soft groan, blinking blearily up at Namjoon who shoots him a fond smile.
“I know we’re supposed to be scenting each other, but maybe we should be awake for it, at least at first,” Namjoon chuckles, and Jungkook sits up quickly, ears turning a rosy red as he flushes, embarrassed.
“Ah, sorry hyung, didn’t mean to,” he apologizes quickly, voice still croaky with sleep.
“Don’t worry about it, it was sweet. I- well, I liked it,” Namjoon admits, ducking his head.
Jungkook sits up straighter, cheeks still pink and eyes sparkling. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Do you want me to…. do you want me to do you now?” Namjoon suggests hesitantly.
“Oh! Yeah, of course! If you want. I’m here to help you, so just…. whatever you need ok? Just go for it,” Jungkook says. Namjoon’s gaze flickers across the omega’s face, looking for any signs of apprehension or discomfort. He finds none.
Jungkook holds his gaze resolutely, earnest and open.
So Namjoon sucks in a fortifying breath, and nods. “Ok. Come lay down then, we should do it properly.”
Namjoon sets the laptop aside and they shuffle down until they’re laying side by side facing each other. They blink at each other for a moment, before bursting into awkward laughter at the same time.
“Come here,” Jungkook says, taking Namjoon’s hand and placing it on his waist. He wiggles closer until they’re nearly pressed together. Jungkook meets his gaze once more, a soft smile gracing the delicate curve of his lips.
Not that Namjoon is looking at his lips.
“Go ahead hyung, you can,” Jungkook says, tilting his neck to expose his scent gland. Namjoon can feel his alpha stir at the submissive display, and he represses the pleased rumble that hitches in his chest.
How could he ever resist such an offer?
Namjoon sucks in a deep breath, lungs filling with lily, and gently brushes his nose against Jungkook’s scent gland. He can feel Jungkook tremble at the featherlight touch, his hand coming up to fist in Namjoon’s loose t-shirt.
“Ok?” the alpha murmurs, breath ghosting across Jungkook’s sensitive neck.
Jungkook only hums in assent, craning his chin up as high as it will go to give Namjoon better access. With each pass of his nose across the omega’s gland, his scent thickens in the room, lily and bergamot mixing into a dizzying cocktail.
Jungkook returns the favor too, nosing all along Namjoon’s jawline and the column of his neck. The alpha finds himself melting into the contact as well, curling both arms around Jungkook to pull him closer.
Namjoon’s mind whites out as they trade scents, the constant background noise quieting as his focus narrows down to the omega in his arms. He’s not sure how long they stay like that, taking turns nuzzling into each other’s necks, getting a little braver with their touches each time.
At some point Jungkook slides into his lap, and Namjoon steadies him by the waist, skull knocking back against the headboard to give the omega his throat. Namjoon hums as Jungkook begins to purr. Pressed chest to chest, he lets the omega nose all over, loving the weight of Jungkook seated atop him.
Namjoon pets down the omega’s spine as he coats him with his scent, until the room smells like a field of lilies and sun-warmed linens. His alpha has never felt more satisfied, and he does nothing to stop the pleased growl that rumbles softly in his chest.
Jungkook’s purring rises in intensity at that, and Namjoon squeezes his hips when he feels the omega’s lips brush across his scent gland.
“Jungkook-ah,” he gasps, eyes falling shut.
“Too much?” the omega asks, pulling back.
“No, no, you can keep going,” Namjoon replies, his alpha a little too eager to have Jungkook’s mouth back on him.
With the ok from Namjoon, Jungkook drags his mouth across the alpha’s jaw and down the column of his neck, a little flick of his tongue teasing just the edge of Namjoon’s scent gland.
Namjoon hums appreciatively, rubbing up and down Jungkook’s back in a repetitive motion that soothes them both. But the omega doesn’t go any further than that, slowing down his ministrations until his nose is once again tucked under the curve of Namjoon’s jaw, settling with his arms looped loosely around the alpha’s shoulders.
“Mmm, smell so good. Smell like me,” Jungkook purrs, and they’re pressed so close that Namjoon can feel the vibrations in his own chest.
“I do, you did a good job,” Namjoon praises, casting a fond smile down at the top of Jungkook’s head. He tucks a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear before slinging his arms low around the omega’s waist, keeping him close as the younger curls into Namjoon’s chest.
He’s not sure he’s ever felt so content, with an equally satisfied omega purring in his lap.
“Do you… do you think it worked?” Jungkook inquires, clearly a little loopy and scent high. Namjoon chuckles, petting down his spine again.
“Mmm, not yet. The doctor said it might take some time before I’m back to normal. So if you don’t mind, we might have to do this a couple more times,” he explains.
“‘Course I don’t mind, I’ve never felt so good in my life,” Jungkook giggles. He nudges his nose into Namjoon’s ear, making the alpha cringe away with a surprised laugh.
“I think you’re just a little scent high,” Namjoon replies, feeling pleased but also a little embarrassed.
“Nooo,” Jungkook denies cutely, hiding a yawn in Namjoon’s shoulder.
“Do you want to nap again?” Namjoon asks, still shaking with mirth.
All he gets is a nod, and then Jungkook is settling, his bulky weight pressing Namjoon into the pillows. But it’s comforting, and warm. The omega purrs and purrs, and Namjoon finds himself dozing off too, cheek pressed to the crown of Jungkook’s head, inhaling the mild fruity scent of his shampoo.
He wakes with a sore neck and his legs have gone numb, but it’s well worth it to be graced with the shy half-asleep bunny smile that Jungkook gives him when they wake up late in the afternoon.
—🪢—
And so it goes, the start of their scenting sessions.
Jungkook has begun to stick close even when they’re on schedules, casually scenting him more frequently than normal. Tucked up against his side during meetings, whispering into his ear during live streams. It’s worse, off camera and in private. At the dorms, the omega has taken to plopping himself right in Namjoon’s lap while they’re eating or watching a show together, brazenly nosing at his neck.
Whenever any of the other pack members jokingly confront him about it, Jungkook claims he’s just trying to help by scenting Namjoon more often. Like he’s the health expert now. It’s cute. Namjoon can’t say he minds it, even if he catches the others giggling or rolling their eyes whenever he bares his throat for the omega, or hands over his sweatshirt or jacket, letting Jungkook do as he pleases.
He shoves down any untoward thoughts or feelings about Jungkook wearing his clothes. Totally normal, friendly feelings. He’s handling things just fine.
—🪢—
Maybe three weeks after their first session, there’s a knock on Namjoon’s studio door. He’s about ready to pull his hair out over a beat that’s not cooperating, so he welcomes the distraction.
He tugs off his headphones and sets them to the side, taking a moment to stretch out the stiffness in his neck and back before heading to open the door.
Jungkook stands on the other side with two iced americanos in hand, smiling at Namjoon.
“Oh god, you’re a lifesaver,” Namjoon groans, taking the coffee and tugging Jungkook inside.
“You’ve been in here a while, so I thought I might stop by with some caffeine, to see how things are going.”
“Thank you, Kook-ah, really. And not well,” Namjoon admits, hanging his head and running a hand through his hair.
“Why don’t you take a break for a bit? Go back with fresh eyes after. I’ve got a story for you anyways. So you know Junhee from the gym? Well he-”
And so Namjoon takes a break.
They end up sitting on the couch next to each other, Jungkook’s story turning into another, and then Namjoon follows with one of his own.
His unfinished song sits forgotten, the computer screen going into idle mode as they chat, and their drinks empty.
Jungkook’s scent slowly fills the room, and Namjoon gradually relaxes, losing tension where he wasn’t even aware he was holding it.
He finds himself wanting more of it, and the words spill out of his mouth before he can really think about it.
“Would you want to scent?”
Jungkook stops in the middle of his sentence, blinking at Namjoon in surprise.
“Here?” he says softly, glancing a little nervously around the space. He’s right, it’s not a very professional thing to do in his place of work, but the studio is scent proof as well as sound proof, so he’s not too concerned about it. He always has some scent diffusing spray on hand anyways.
“Why not?” Namjoon replies, shrugging. Rethinks, then backtracks. “I just thought since you’re here, we could get a session in. But only if you’re comfortable of course! It’s only a suggestion, we don’t ever have to do anything unless you’re up for it as well.”
“No, no that’s fine!” Jungkook replies, waving Namjoon off with a light blush on his cheeks. “Do you want to- on the couch?”
“Yeah, it’ll be the most comfortable. Here, c’mere,” Namjoon says, patting his lap.
Jungkook’s cheeks are a rosy red now, but he cooperates, sliding gracefully into Namjoon’s lap.
And now Namjoon is a little flustered as well, with Jungkook’s face so close to his own, but he shakes it off.
“Here, go ahead,” he encourages, tilting his head for Jungkook to access his scent gland.
The first brush of Jungkook’s nose always makes him shiver, tingles all the way up his spine as the omega coaxes his scent out and covers Namjoon with his own. He hums in response to each soft noise Jungkook makes, petting encouragingly at Jungkook’s side when he switches to using his lips instead of his nose. Namjoon finds himself drifting, his hands resting comfortably on Jungkook’s hips to keep him stable while he works.
His brain is finally quiet, all thoughts of uncooperative beats melting away to be replaced by Jungkook.
It feels so nice.
So nice, in fact, that he’s at risk of getting hard.
He stiffens at the realization, and stokes over the back of Jungkook’s head to get his attention and pull him away.
Jungkook sits back, eyes a little glassy and lips slightly swollen from brushing them over Namjoon’s skin for an extended period of time. He almost feels bad about pulling Jungkook away when he was clearly into it as well, but he can’t risk getting hard in his place of work with Jungkook in his lap.
“I should get back to work now baby. Thank you, that was so nice,” he murmurs, wanting Jungkook to know he truly appreciates it.
The omega smiles at him understandingly.
“Of course, hyung. Glad to help.”
He pulls back to stand up, and Namjoon immediately feels cold and bereft. From the notes in Jungkook’s scent, he’s feeling similarly, and Namjoon can’t have that. But he does need to work on this project, so he makes an easy decision.
“Jungkook-ah, are you busy the rest of the evening?”
The omega tilts his head, confused. “I was supposed to meet Mingyu in the gym later, but other than that, no. Why?”
“Do you want to help me with this track?”
Jungkook brightens immediately.
“Sure hyung! What do you have for me?”
And so they get to work, and Namjoon finds he’s much more productive with Jungkook at his side, the scent of lilies and cotton hanging in the air.
—🪢—
It takes a couple more weeks for Namjoon to notice that he doesn’t feel nearly as stressed as before their arrangement started. Little things that would have overwhelmed him before seem more manageable, and he feels more confident about tackling any problems that arise. And when he does start to feel himself unravel a bit, Jungkook always seems to be there to provide a welcome distraction, his scent doing wonders to calm the alpha.
Hoseok has tried asking him about how it’s going, but Namjoon just brushes him off with vague replies, feeling weirdly possessive over his time with Jungkook. Like it’s a little secret (even though it’s not) that should be kept between them and them alone.
Thankfully none of the other’s comment on how strongly Namjoon and Jungkook begin to smell of each other beyond their light teasing, but it doesn’t stop the snickering or the knowing glances.
And they keep scenting, because Namjoon still can’t knot.
Believe him, he’s tried.
He can’t help it, when Jungkook’s scent lingers so sweet and alluring in his bed. Clinging to the fabric long after he’s left, leaving Namjoon’s head spinning when he tries to sleep and his pillowcase is saturated with lilies and fresh cotton in addition to Namjoon’s musky bergamot.
It infiltrates his lungs, goes straight to his head (and his cock), leaves him dazed and reeling. More often than he’d like to admit, he finds himself rutting against the sheets, cock filled out in his boxer shorts, and teeth clenched around the fabric of the pillowcase, surrounded by Jungkook’s scent.
Namjoon still can’t knot, but the orgasms are a little more satisfying this way. It’s progress, he hopes.
—🪢—
It’s only a matter of time before things escalate, really. Namjoon is only a little ashamed how they get carried away.
It starts off like all of their normal sessions do. Jungkook has taken to letting himself into Namjoon’s room now, bounding over and flopping onto the bed like it’s his own. And really, with how often they’ve been in it together lately, it might as well be.
Namjoon is scenting Jungkook this time, and they’re side by side, tucked close.
The more Namjoon coats Jungkook with his scent, the further the omega melts into the mattress, going lax. A soft sigh leaves Jungkook’s parted lips when Namjoon starts to mouth at the tender patch of skin, letting his instincts guide him.
It feels good, really good, to have Jungkook so pliant for him, a docile little omega in his arms just for him to douse in his scent. To let everyone know who he belongs to.
It settles an urge he hadn’t even realized was being neglected, and so he carries on.
A firm swipe of tongue has Jungkook gasping, clutching to Namjoon’s shoulders. A new smell tickles Namjoon's nose, and he tenses, eyes widening.
Sweet and sugary, floral but with a heady depth to it that has Namjoon’s nostrils flaring and pupils dilating.
“Jungkook-ah, are you…?”
The omega nods, cheeks a rosy pink. He tucks his face into Namjoon’s neck, hiding away there as the alpha chuckles incredulously.
“Your scent, hyung, it’s… ah-” Jungkook whines, squirming in Namjoon’s hold. The alpha realizes with a jolt that he’s rubbing his thighs together.
“Do you want me to stop?” Namjoon asks, concerned but also more than a little aroused, that his scent alone is enough to work Jungkook up like this.
“No! No, don’t stop, please,” Jungkook urges, reaching out to take Namjoon by the back of the neck and tug the alpha back in to scent him.
It’s a very bold move. Almost disrespectful, if it was coming from someone else in another situation. But it’s Jungkook, his sweet omega, maknae of their group. It isn’t an attempt to dominate Namjoon, nor to scruff him. No, Jungkook is just so eager to have Namjoon at his throat scenting him that he takes matters into his own hands.
It has a growl rumbling in Namjoon’s throat and heat pooling in his stomach, his alpha more than pleased that the omega wants him so.
Namjoon allows Jungkook to guide him back under the hinge of his jaw, and Namjoon licks over his scent gland with long, broad strokes, laying it on thick. He grazes the patch of skin with his fangs, too, just to get the omega to settle a bit.
It works like a charm, and Jungkook goes boneless beside him, whimpering.
“Easy baby, let hyung take care of you, hmm?” Namjoon burrs, rolling them so he’s caging Jungkook against the pillows, hovering over his lithe figure. Jungkook nods, long hair splayed out like a halo against the sheets, peering up at him with wide eyes. Full of trust, placing himself so willingly in Namjoon’s hands.
“So good, so pretty for me. Such a good omega, offering to help pack alpha,” Namjoon praises, mouthing wetly down the column of Jungkook’s neck.
He can feel himself giving into his wolf, letting the instincts paint a lovely haze over his mind. Jungkook is coated in his scent, but somehow it doesn’t feel like enough. The soft breathy sounds that escape Jungkook’s pretty parted lips with every stroke of Namjoon’s tongue spurs the alpha on.
He takes the scent gland between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth and biting gently.
“Ah, ah!” Jungkook moans, clutching at Namjoon’s shoulders to ground himself, rocking his hips up against where the alpha’s thigh has found its way between Jungkook’s legs.
Fuck, he- Namjoon didn’t really plan on this happening. He knew it was a risk, with how intimate and intense this thorough of a scenting can be. But he naively thought maybe they would just continue to scent a little, cuddle like all the other pack members do. But Jungkook is bewitching underneath him. Asking so boldly not to stop. Is rubbing himself against Namjoon, smelling so mouthwateringly delectable.
If he’s not careful, he could easily get addicted to this.
To Jungkook, saturated in Namjoon’s heavy alpha scent. But not even that can cover up the intoxicating smell of the omega’s slick.
Namjoon doesn’t touch, though, because they agreed they were ok with the potential of the scenting veering into sexual territory, but not the specifics of it. He holds Jungkook’s tiny waist with one hand, propping himself up with the other- but he makes no move to pleasure the omega beyond his mouth against Jungkook’s neck and collarbones.
His teeth start to ache, so he moves to Jungkook decolletage instead of the tempting column of his neck. Namjoon bites and sucks bruising marks all along the omega’s collarbones, marking him thoroughly under his alpha’s influence. They’re on break as a group, and Jungkook doesn’t have any pressing schedules coming up, so he shouldn’t have any makeup noonas ready to strangle him once they see the damage.
Regardless, his alpha puffs out it’s chest, prideful at the thought of anyone seeing Jungkook so clearly marked as his.
Jungkook continues to rock against Namjoon’s thigh, the sounds he makes driving the alpha a little wild.
“You sound so good, baby. Does it feel good?” Namjoon prompts, licking along Jungkook’s jawline and nibbling at the shell of his ear.
“Yeah, yeah, hyung feels good,” Jungkook gasps, clinging to Namjoon like a little koala.
“You can keep making yourself feel good, if you want. Hyung wants you to,” Namjoon encourages, stroking his thumb across Jungkook’s waist where the loose t-shirt has ridden up a little to reveal skin.
“I’m… I’m already close,” Jungkook admits, covering his eyes with a forearm.
“That’s ok. It’s just biology, baby. Give into it when you want,” the alpha replies, voice gravely with the growl that won’t stop.
He’s hard as well, has been since Jungkook got wet. But this is about Jungkook now. His alpha is laser focused on the omega writhing below him, his own pleasure an afterthought.
“Hyung, ah-!” Jungkook gasps. Namjoon pets heavily over his hip, encouraging his movements.
“That’s it Jungkook-ah, take what you need,” he encourages, diving in to lave over the omega’s neck. It’s a little gross, honestly, how messy he is with it. But Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it makes his hips buck even harder, chasing friction on his little omega cock against Namjoon’s thigh. He can feel Jungkook’s slick starting to leave a damp spot on his sweatpants.
Namjoon feels a little feral at the thought of the omega marking him with his scent in such a primal way.
His cock is achingly hard, and he desperately wants to touch, but he’s a little scared he still won’t be able to knot, even after all this time.
“Hyung I want-” Jungkook pants, arms thrown around Namjoon’s shoulders to ground himself.
“What is it pup?”
“Bite me?”
Namjoon shudders, unable to help the growl that tears from his throat. “Are you sure, Jungkook-ah? You’ll be awfully floaty for a bit afterwards, I’m not sure if-”
“Please hyung? I want it. I trust you,” Jungkook pleads, and Namjoon couldn’t say no to those round teary eyes if he tried.
“Ok, ok,” Namjoon relents, sliding an arm under Jungkook to tug him closer.
It presses their cocks together, and Namjoon grunts, unable to resist the urge to grind down. Jungkook mewls, throwing his head back against the pillows.
“Hyung’s so big,” he gasps, gazing up at Namjoon with hazy, pleasure heavy eyes.
“Ah, it’s not that-” Namjoon denies, embarrassed. But Jungkook cuts him off by arching his back to rub his own cock across Namjoon’s much larger bulge, and his words taper off into a moan.
“Alpha, bite me,” Jungkook prompts again, craning his neck so prettily, the smooth column of skin already marked up from Namjoon’s wandering mouth. The use of Namjoon’s title finally sets him off, and he swoops down to clamp his teeth around the enticing swell of Jungkook’s scent gland, so puffy and pink from the constant stimulation.
Not deep enough to draw blood, not a mating bite, but enough to sting. Lilies and cotton explode across Namjoon’s tongue, and it shouldn’t taste good, in theory, but in the moment, he never wants to taste anything else.
It seems like it’s the last push Jungkook needs to be sent careening over the edge.
“Oh, alpha, gonna cum, gonna-!” Jungkook chants, moaning high and sweet as his hips jump against Namjoon, trembling and letting out these choked staccato-ed little breaths as he shakes through his orgasm, riding out the waves of pleasure against Namjoon’s thigh.
“Yes, baby, that’s it,” Namjoon moans, his own cock throbbing as he watches the omega fall apart under him. Jungkook’s scent blooms, sticky and floral and sugary, coating Namjoon’s throat. The wet patch spreads on Namjoon’s thigh as Jungkook spills into his sweats.
He moans appreciatively, stroking down Jungkook’s side to soothe him as his high tapers off, marveling at the picture of debauched omega before him. His long hair is matted to his forehead with a light sheen of sweat, a healthy flush to his cheeks that Namjoon could admire forever. Jungkook’s chest heaves against the alpha’s, trying to catch his breath as he comes down.
Namjoon settles his weight over the top of Jungkook, caging him in. Jungkook is utterly pliant as the alpha rearranges them so he isn’t crushing him, and brushes the damp strands of hair out of the omega’s face.
“Doing ok, sweetheart?” Namjoon croons, nosing along Jungkook’s jawline and licking over the tender bite he’d left.
“Mmmm,” Jungkook hums, too out of it to respond, but he still turns his head to brush his nose against Namjoon’s in a soft affectionate gesture.
“Smell s’good alpha,” Jungkook purrs, and Namjoon can’t help the way he preens, hiding his pleased smile in Jungkook’s shoulder.
“You do too, lovely. Prettiest omega I’ve ever smelled,” he replies, petting through Jungkook’s tangled hair and squeezing around the back of his neck a little to ground him as he floats.
They lie there, a little sweaty and a lot tangled together, for what seems like ages. Their scents are so intertwined that it’s almost impossible to tell them apart. The only way Jungkook could smell more like him is if he-
Namjoon’s cock twitches, still achingly hard where it’s pressed against Jungkook’s hip.
“Mmmm, alpha?” Jungkook slurs, half asleep already but roused by the spike in Namjoon’s scent.
“Sorry baby, you can rest some more. I’ll go get something to clean you up with, it can’t be very comfortable to let that dry,” Namjoon evades, slowly and carefully trying to extract himself from Jungkook’s octopus hold.
“Nooooo,” Jungkook complains, tightening his grip. “Stay.”
Namjoon is strong, but so is Jungkook, and all those muscles make it difficult to escape.
“Don’t you want to get some fresh clothes on? Not be sticky anymore?” Namjoon cajoles, laughing fondly.
Jungkook thinks about it for a moment, before nodding once. Namjoon chuckles again, starting to move. He only manages to shift his weight before Jungkook’s arms are restraining him again.
“You’ve gotta let me go if you want to be clean, pup.”
“Kiss first?” Jungkook barters, peering up at Namjoon and batting his eyelashes.
Namjoon blushes and sputters, choking on nothing.
“Baby, you’re still a little hazy right now. Why don’t we talk about this later?”
“I know what I want, ‘m not that out of it. Just feel nice,” Jungkook counters, a pretty blush painting his own cheeks.
“Are you sure? This is…” Namjoon trails off, concerned. Everything they’ve done so far has been mostly platonic, and when it’s strayed further, has been a direct result of their biology.
Kissing is deliberate. Intentional and planned. It would mean more between them, an actual acknowledgement of their unspoken feelings for each other.
“Namjoon-hyung, stop thinking and just kiss me,” Jungkook scolds, guiding Namjoon in.
He goes willingly.
The first press of their lips isn’t anything earth shattering. There are no fireworks, no electric sparks.
It’s soft, and warm, and as Namjoon licks into Jungkook's mouth, it feels like coming home. Cotton and lily and bergamot swirl around them. Something in Namjoon’s chest flips and flutters as Jungkook hums into his mouth, lips curling up into a sweet satisfied smile that the alpha can’t help but reciprocate, so that their teeth clack the next time their mouths meld together.
The slide of Jungkook’s mouth against his is another feeling Namjoon could all too easily become addicted to. Or maybe it’s just Jungkook as a whole.
Yeah, probably that.
Namjoon’s lips are numb and tingling by the time Jungkook makes an intrigued huff and pulls back slightly, his heated breath caressing the alpha’s cheeks.
He’d been so absorbed in the kiss that the rest of the world had fallen away. He hadn’t noticed that he was still hard, but Jungkook had.
A curious hand creeps its way down Namjoon’s side and slithers its way in between their bodies, dancing over the alpha’s waistband.
“Hyung, can I?” Jungkook asks demurely, but Namjoon can smell the interest curling in his scent.
“Yeah, go ahead baby,” he encourages, needing release after being worked up so long, even if it’s going to be without a knot.
The omega slips his hand into Namjoon’s sweatpants, cupping his bulge through his boxer shorts.
“Fuck,” Namjoon hisses, his eyes falling shut as Jungkook explores, massaging his length and his heavy balls.
But Jungkook stops suddenly, scent spiking with surprise.
“Hyung…” he murmurs, pulling back so he can meet Namjoon's gaze, eyes wide. “Hyung, I think-”
And Namjoon can feel it now.
Isn’t sure how he missed it before, apparently too wrapped up in Jungkook to notice.
His knot.
The loose skin around the base of his cock that has lain sad and uncooperative for the past six months, finally, finally , starting to inflate.
Namjoon sits up as well, adrenaline making his heart pound.
“Oh my god.”
“Hyung, it worked!” Jungkook crows, triumphant.
“Oh my god,” Namjoon repeats, a stupid grin curling over his face to mirror Jungkook’s gleeful expression.
“I did it!” he cheers, wiggling happily. His omega scent warms to something proud and pleased, clearly feeling very accomplished.
Namjoon can only laugh.
“You did it,” he agrees, pulling Jungkook in for another kiss.
“Please, please let me,” Jungkook begs, hand squeezing at Namjoon’s thigh.
And after so long, it’s only fair right? Jungkook has earned it, for all his hard work.
“Go for it pup,” the alpha chuckles, leaning back to let Jungkook tug his cock out.
It’s flushed an almost angry red, after being neglected for so long. The mushroom head blooms a dusky rose, pearly pre cum beading at his slit as Jungkook squeezes his shaft.
“I’m not gonna last very long, Jungkook-ah,” he admits, voice strained as the omega works his cock, paying special attention to knead at the slowly forming knot at the base. The lingering scent of Jungkook’s slick and cum drives his alpha near-feral, so it’s no wonder he’s already so on edge.
Not to mention all the pent up tension between them. Not even from their more recent scenting sessions, but years of traded glances and near misses.
“Hyung… can I? Inside?” Jungkook asks, somehow still a little shy but looking determined.
Namjoon groans, almost spilling over right then and there. “You want my knot pup?”
“I’ve wanted your knot for ages,” Jungkook replies, exasperatedly.
Well when he puts it like that…
They shed their soiled clothes quickly, and Namjoon nearly pounces on Jungkook when the scent of the omega’s spend hits him full force.
“You have no idea how fucking good you smell baby, drives me crazy all the time,” Namjoon growls, licking into the omega’s mouth. The skin on skin as they rock together makes his blood sing.
“I think I do, hyung, you do the same to me,” Jungkook pants in between sloppy kisses. “You know how hard it was for me all these weeks to keep my cool when I got to scent you all the time? It took every ounce of self control not to get wet,” he laughs, breathless.
“I get it, baby. You’re irresistible,” Namjoon replies.
Jungkook is so loose and wet he doesn’t even bother prepping before flipping their positions and swinging himself back into Namjoon’s lap. “Wanna ride you, s’that ok alpha?”
“More than ok, shit,” Namjoon curses, squeezing Jungkook’s thighs with bruising force. “You deserve it, been so good for me. Perfect omega.”
They both moan when Jungkook lines himself up and sinks down, taking Namjoon up to where his knot sits, half swollen.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” Jungkook moans, delighted, head tossed back to expose his pretty marked up neck.
“Stop saying that!” Namjoon cries, swatting at Jungkook’s chest. It strokes his alpha ego, but it’s still embarrassing. The omega just giggles, but it tapers off into soft gasps as he starts to roll his hips, cute little cock bouncing with his movements.
Jungkook takes his time to get used to the stretch, and all Namjoon can do is hold on for dear life and focus on trying not to pop a knot before the omega even gets it all the way inside.
“You feel so good, baby,” Namjoon praises, bracing his heels against the bed so he can fuck up into Jungkook as well, helping him get a little deeper. Apparently he hits a good spot, because Jungkook moans and collapses forward against Namjoon’s chest, too overwhelmed by the stretch.
“Fuck me,” he whispers into the alpha’s ear, nipping at his scent gland to spur him along. “Want your knot, come on, give it to me please.”
Namjoon growls, his grip on Jungkook’s waist bruising as he fucks up into Jungkook, his wet little hole giving way for the alpha’s partially swollen knot with each thrust. The omega is so wet that it dribbles down the insides of his thighs, coating Namjoon’s lower abdomen and the apex of his thighs as well.
Finally, finally, he fucks his knot all the way in, and Jungkook sits back, groaning at the full weight of Namjoon’s cock in his hole. He rolls his hips, feeling the stretch, grinding deep and shuddering each time Namjoon’s knot catches on his rim.
The clench of Jungkook’s tight walls around his length makes Namjoon’s head spin, and pleasure coils hot and electric in his stomach. Their scents are so potent around them that he’s sure it’ll take ages to air his room out, but he could care less at the moment.
Not with Jungkook in his lap, lilies and cotton in his lungs.
“I’m gonna- fuck, gonna knot soon,” Namjoon warns. He wants to squeeze his eyes shut against the pleasure, but he also doesn’t want to miss a moment of the vision that is Jeon Jungkook astride him.
“Yes, alpha, please!”
The muscles in Jungkook’s meaty thighs ripple with every roll of his hips, his toned abs flex and… oh god, his tits bounce too.
Fuck, Namjoon’s going to knot so hard.
“Jungkook-ah, baby, gonna knot-!” he manages, before it swells to full. With a final grunt from Namjoon, his knot pops, locking them together.
Namjoon shudders, eyes rolling back as pleasure washes over him. Jungkook moans, high and sweet as rope after rope of Namjoon’s cum shoots deep inside him, painting his walls a silky white.
And he just keeps cumming, months of not knotting drawing his orgasm out into an almost endless sea of pleasure. He thinks Jungkook might cum again too, but he’s too out of it to notice, his mind completely whited out in bliss.
He only comes around again when Jungkook collapses against him, exhausted from two back to back orgasms and the raging swirl of pheromones around them.
“Mmm, so full,” Jungkook pants softly into Namjoon’s neck, and the alpha wraps his arms around him tightly, cradling the omega close. Their skin sticks together with sweat and slick and cum, but Namjoon feels boneless. Couldn’t move anytime soon if he tried.
“That was…” Jungkook trails off, nosing at Namjoon’s jaw.
“So good baby, you were so good. Thank you,” Namjoon replies, turning his head so he can gently lave over Jungkook’s scent gland, soothing the bite he left earlier.
“Anytime,” Jungkook quips, and Namjoon can feel the cheeky smile pressed against his overheated skin. They both laugh for a moment before they drift into a comfortable silence, soaking in each other’s scents and basking in the afterglow.
Even though he feels wrung out, Namjoon is more refreshed than he has been in ages.
He guesses the doctor was right, even though she didn’t say he had to knot the omega who was supposed to help him. Either way, Jungkook was his remedy.
After a while Jungkook sits up, carefully so as to not tug on Namjoon’s knot. The alpha’s eyes pop open, not even realizing he had closed them.
He smiles as the omega grimaces at the sticky mess they’ve left behind, but it quickly falls as Jungkook meets his gaze and his scent shifts into something uncertain.
“Namjoon hyung… I know we said this wouldn’t change anything between us but I-” he stops, and Namjoon sits up as well, his stomach dropping when he sees tears well at the omega’s lash line.
“Oh baby, no, don’t cry. Did I do something? I’m so sorry if you felt pressured or I hurt you, or-”
“No you idiot,” Jungkook laughs wetly, swatting at Namjoon’s bare chest. “I- you didn’t do anything I didn’t want. I loved it, I- well, what if I wanted it to change something between us, hyung?”
And now Namjoon’s heart is pounding for a different reason.
“You… you’d want that? Want me ?”
“Yes hyung, I really would. Want to be yours, if you’ll have me.”
And Jungkook is so brave, always so brave. Namjoon’s chest swells, fierce love and admiration for the omega rising within him until he’s so full of it, he feels like he might burst.
“Of course Jungkook-ah. I’ve wanted you for so long. It would be an honor to call you mine.”
And then the tears spill over down Jungkook’s cheeks, and Namjoon scoops him up into a warm embrace.
“Oh sweetheart, my omega, shhhh,” Namjoon coos, pumping out soothing pheromones and swaying the omega back and forth as best as he can while they’re still locked together.
Jungkook sniffles wetly against his neck, but squeezes Namjoon back just as tightly.
Namjoon feels complete, like this.
A pretty omega, his omega, cradled in his arms, and his knot nestled warm and safe inside.
Jungkook starts to purr again, even though it’s interrupted by the occasional wet little hiccup. Namjoon buries a smile in the omega’s neck, mouthing softly over all the marks he left.
He stops at Jungkook’s scent gland, breathing in deep, wishing that lilies and cotton could fill his entire existence. It’s even better now with Namjoon’s scent mixed in as well.
He lingers there for a while, pulling greedy draughts of the omega’s scent into his lungs. He’s so fixated on it that he notices right away when Jungkook’s scent shifts to something a little sweeter, a little headier.
And it’s not just his slick.
He freezes, pulling back to make eye contact with Jungkook.
It seems like the omega has registered the shift as well, because he stares back at Namjoon with wide eyes, his mouth parted cutely in astonishment.
“Well alpha… looks like you triggered my preheat early,” he giggles sheepishly, reaching down to link their pinkies together.
Namjoon’s alpha howls.
“Well omega,” he says, voice low as his scent spikes to match Jungkook’s. “It’s a good thing I have a working knot now, hmm?”
—🪢—
It ends like this.
When they finally emerge from Jungkook’s nest about a week later, it’s to a chorus of cheers and wolf whistles.
“It’s about damn time!” Jimin shouts.
Jungkook stands tucked into Namjoon’s side, tired and disheveled but sated, a fresh mating mark displayed neatly on his neck.
Namjoon stands next to him, tired as well, but proud and steady.
The pack crowds around them, making sure they’re not too worn out and congratulating them on finally getting their shit together.
Never in a million years did Namjoon expect his broken knot would lead him to a mate, but he’s sure as hell not complaining.
He’d do it over and over again, as long as it means he gets Jungkook as his remedy in the end.