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fifteen.
Little Namjoon was such a weak, weak boy.
From the moment Seokjin met him, he always took note of how meek the boy was. Despite being in his mid-teens, somewhat taller than your average adolescent, Namjoon was lanky and scrawny. His posture had a natural slouch to it that Seokjin believes was the young boy’s attempt in making himself look smaller.
“This is my son,” Sunhye says, patting Namjoon’s back to wordlessly tell him to stand taller. “His name is Namjoon, and he’s going to be a freshman in high school soon. Joonie, introduce yourself, baby.”
Namjoon lifts his head to give his soon-to-be stepfather a deep bow in respect. “Hello, sir. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Seokjin hums interestedly. Despite Namjoon looking so out of place with his own body, the young man was breathtakingly beautiful. As Sunghye wraps her arm around Seokjin’s waist, pulling him a little closer so that he could look at Namjoon up close, the older man’s interest piques up further the moment he catches sight of Namjoon smiling. Dimples, how adorable.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin smirks, momentarily looking at the pup’s mother to inspect how similar they looked. He can definitely see some features of Sunhye in him, but despite his soon-to-be wife being beautiful in her own right, Namjoon was undeniably much more stunning. “Your mom has told me so much about you.”
And it’s true. After divorcing Namjoon's father six years ago, Sunhye has dedicated most, if not all, of her time to her pride and joy—her only son. She always beamed so proudly whenever she mentioned to Seokjin about her only child’s achievements. She tells him of how smart Namjoon was—a top notcher in all of his classes—along with his passion and expertise in writing. Brilliant, that’s how Sunhye described him.
She just failed to mention how beautiful Namjoon was, too.
Namjoon blushes a little as Seokjin eyes him intently. His new stepfather was as kind as he was handsome. Despite being a man in his late thirties, Seokjin’s face looked timeless. He could easily pass as a teenager with no problems at all. He and his beautiful mother looked good together.
As they gather around the dinner table, Seokjin finds himself subtly stealing glances at the young boy. He was shy and timid. Sometimes, he’d get too passionate about whatever he’s saying, before Sunhye gives him a subtle look, a sign that he was already babbling too much, and Namjoon quickly shuts up. Seokjin couldn't help but chuckle, so wimpish.
The alpha is overwhelmed with the urge to protect him.
“Tell me, Namjoon-ah, have you already presented?”
The young boy looks at him with a shake of his head. “Not yet, sir. I’m only fifteen.”
‘He’s definitely going to be an omega.’ Seokjin thinks silently. There’s no way that this cute little pup right here could be an alpha.
“It’s alright,” He says instead. “There’s no rush anyways, you’re still very young and the proper time will—”
“Sorry, I’m late.”
Three heads snap towards the direction of the front door. There, Seokjin’s own son stands lazily, dressed up from a trip to god knows what drug den he and his friends came from now, but at least he listened to his father. Taehyung still showed up to dinner after Seokjin told him that he would be meeting his new brother tonight. “Hi dad, hi Sunhye-ssi.”
“Taehyung-ah, come here, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Seokjin and Sunhye stand up, Taehyung making his way to greet his father’s girlfriend, while the eldest alpha in the house asks Namjoon to do the same. “Namjoonie, this is my son, Taehyung. He’s seventeen, so he’s two years older than you are, and he has already presented as an alpha. And Taehyung-ah, this is Namjoon. He’s Sunhye’s son.”
Taehyung’s breath hitches for a moment as he catches sight of the newest addition to their family. His father gave him no warning whatsoever of the beauty that their family was newly going to be bestowed with. The boy in front of him obviously looked younger, chubby cheeks and a frame that was still ought to fill out. But there’s a certain innocence to him—a purity —that Taehyung was immediately bewitched by.
“Please, call me hyung.”
Taehyung mutters confidently, reaching out to shake his new brother’s hand without any forewarning. Namjoon blushes before bowing his head in greeting. “Hyung. Taehyung hyung, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” Taehyung’s eyes sparkle, and Seokjin watches him with a risen brow, aware of the growing interest bubbling in his son’s eyes. “I’m glad to finally meet you, Namjoonie, and just in time for the wedding next month.”
Interest that mirrored Seokjin’s own.
“Yeah, me too.” Namjoon smiles shyly, his new handsome hyung still hasn’t let go of his hand. Taehyung was just as good looking as his father, and Namjoon is a little in awe of their family genes. “If anything, I’m thankful that you and your father allowed me to live here with you as I start off high school.”
“Nonsense.” Seokjin grins. “A son of Sunhye is a son of mine.”
From beside him, Sunhye beams happily. Like any other mother, she always wanted the best for her son, and one of that was this. She desperately wanted to give Namjoon the family he deserves after the destruction of their previous one.
“Thank you, sir.” Namjoon smiles, dimples on show, and Taehyung grips his hand tighter. “I’m glad you welcomed me into your home.”
Oh that’s not the only place you're welcomed to, Seokjin tries to hide his grin. And one look at his own son and Seokjin knows Taehyung is thinking the exact same thing.
This was going to be wonderful.
sixteen.
If Taehyung thought Namjoon was already pretty during the first time he saw him, it was nothing compared to the sight of his baby brother presenting.
With gritted teeth, Taehyung and Seokjin are in their kitchen, gripping the sides of their counter with a tight fist as they control their alpha from absolutely going haywire at the sound of an omega moaning in pain and from the scent of fresh pomegranates and honey permeating the air.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. Mommy’s here, come drink this, Joon-ah.”
The pin drop silence between the father and son duo enabled them to hear Sunhye as she fussed over her presenting son right from his own room, a floor above the two alphas. Namjoon, not even coherent enough to form a verbal response to his mother due to the pain gripping every bone in his body, only moans out loud in response.
And that moan shoots straight to Taehyung and Seokjin’s crotch.
It’s already difficult enough to deal with a presenting omega, but it’s even worse when that omega smelled as good and as pure as Namjoon was.
Untouched, fresh, delectable—a virgin.
Namjoon was gonna be the death of the two of them.
Taehyung gulps his fourth glass of water, sweat beading in his forehead and nape as he tries his best to stop himself from running towards Namjoon’s room and showing that omega how wonderful a presentation could be if spent with the right alpha. The sheer amount of control he was exuding impressed not only his father, but Taehyung himself.
Fuck, he could already imagine it. Namjoon’s pussy would be so tight. Even as Taehyung locked his knot in, Namjoon wouldn’t loosen at all. His virgin cunt would be dripping wet, leaking slick as he moaned out Taehyung’s name—his alpha’s name. Taehyung wouldn't stop until Namjoon was pupped, the alpha would push his seed so deep inside of him until Namjoon was surely carrying his child inside his womb.
“Taehyung-ah!”
The younger alpha snapped his gaze towards his slightly shaking father. Seokjin was glaring at him, noticing how Taehyung’s eyes almost flashed pitch black in lust.
“Control yourself,” Seokjin reminds him with a hiss. It’s already difficult enough to hear Namjoon moaning around the house, but it’s even harder when Taehyung’s lust mixes in the air. “Keep your alpha in check.”
A growl escapes Taehyung’s lips, but Seokjin is undeterred. As a matter of fact, he glares right back at Taehyung in challenge. He was an alpha, too, and he was much older and stronger than his own son.
“Fucking fine.” Taehyung grits out like a child. He knows he can’t outsmart his own father. “But I just—I don’t know how long I can stop myself.”
Seokjin stares at him long and hard, noticing how flushed Taehyung’s face looked, before he sighs in sympathy. He might not make it as obvious as his son, but Seokjin was greatly struggling as well.
“Well, you have to. Sunhye’s right there.” Seokjin reminds him, voice low as he steps closer to his son. “Now’s not the time.”
Taehyung’s eyes snap sharply towards his father. The older alpha’s eyes burning with something Taehyung recognizes—desire.
“Dad,” He grits out, deciding to test the waters. “I want him, dad. I want him so much.”
For most of his life, Taehyung grew up to be independent. He rarely asked his father for anything, always doing whatever he can to provide for his own wants and needs even if it’s not always in a legal manner. So to see him like this—desperate—something so foreign in Seokjin’s eyes for even when Taehyung was eight and he didn’t have any of the toys his playmates had, the young alpha had only bitten his tongue, pride already too high.
“I know.” Seokjin sighs, Namjoon’s moan resounding once again in another flash of pain. “I fucking know, Taehyung-ah.”
“So, can I have him?” Taehyung asks, not beating around the bush as he stares at his father defiantly. “I so badly want him to be mine.”
It was also due to Taehyung’s independence and stubbornness that Seokjin knew that he wasn’t really asking. Taehyung was merely informing his father of what he wanted.
But then again, where will Taehyung inherit his hard-headedness if not from his own father?
“Ours.” Seokjin corrects him. “He’ll be ours.”
Seokjin is quite surprised, however, when Taehyung barely even looked bothered or surprised. Not a hint of jealousy in his face as his very own father confides in him his own desires.
“Will he?” Taehyung’s not blind. He knows how his own dad looks at his brother. And he knew he’d only lose if he competed with his father, so Taehyung would rather share his omega than to never have him at all. “Will you make him ours?”
“I promise.” Seokjin answers back. “You know I’ll give you anything you want, son.”
He might not be the world’s best dad, but like any other father, Seokjin places Taehyung’s happiness as his number one priority.
“Good, because I’ve never wanted anybody more than I have ever wanted our Joonie.”
For a moment, Seokjin sees a flash of a young pup. So petty and silently greedy—that’s how Taehyung had always been. His face had always been blank and void of any of his feelings, but Seokjin could always read him like an open book. He can see the cruel things bubbling inside his own son’s head as he glared at those who went against his will, or how he still planned to sneak off at night despite Seokjin’s insistence that he remains at home. Seokjin always had fun watching him climb down the window, pretending he didn’t see him until the next morning.
A true rebel at heart, just like Seokjin in his youth.
And for that very reason, Seokjin also knows that Taehyung will stop at nothing until he gets what he wants—until he has his brother.
“And he will be ours, I promise.”
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“Are you sure you can handle him?” Sunhye stands at their front door worryingly, gripping her handbag tight in trepidation as she stares at her husband and her step son. “I’ll only be gone for like a few hours, I really just can’t miss this stupid meeting.”
One of Namjoon’s loud moans echoed around the house again, and neither Seokjin nor Taehyung visibly reacted, not until the woman was gone.
“Relax, honey, we got this. And besides, it’s not as if it’s my first time dealing with an omega in heat,” Seokjin smiles at her placatingly, pressing a reassuring kiss to her forehead. “Hell, I think even Taehyung’s dealt with an omega in heat before, too.”
Taehyung nods in confirmation, offering his stepmother a smile as well.
“Alright,” Sunhye sighs in relent, oblivious to the nasty thoughts crawling inside these two alpha’s heads. She trusted her husband anyway. “Just please take care of Joonie for a while. I won’t be long I promise. I made him drink something so he’s going to be knocked out for a few hours, but please do check up on him once in a while. Hopefully, by the time he enters another wave, I’ll be here to help him.”
Seokjin nods, pecking her lips in goodbye. “Alright, be safe, honey. Love you.”
“Love you too, and thanks, babe.” She waves at them as she slips on her heels. “You too, Tae. Thanks for looking out for him.” She says to the boy who’s trying his best to conceal his smirk.
With that, Sunhye finally leaves in a rush. Her office called her for an emergency meeting, and despite her insistence that she cannot leave her presenting son, her boss had been adamant for her to come in unless she wanted to lose her job. Seokjin then knew that she won’t be back for at least the next four hours. That’s plenty of time.
They bid their time correctly. Sunhye left a list of pills and drinks to give to her son, and both Seokjin and Taehyung dutifully prepared it in heated silence, with nothing more than small talk and the occasional growl escaping their lips as they heard Namjoon moan in pain. After about half an hour since she left, both men finally make their way to their baby omega’s room.
“Hi Joonie.” Seokjin enters first, a calm smile on his face even though he’s hit with an onslaught of fresh pomegranates and honey so intensely that he almost lost control. Taehyung crashes on his back for a moment, and Seokjin stiffens his body in warning. “How are you feeling?”
Blearily, Namjoon opens his eyes from where he’s hiding under the covers. The young man looked simultaneously pale but flushed, weak, and obviously exhausted.
And yet he still looks so goddamn delectable.
“Hi daddy,” He smiles, and Seokjin’s cock twitches mildly in his pants. “Hi hyungie.”
“Joon.” Taehyung chokes out through gritted teeth, momentarily grasping his father’s shoulders to stabilize himself from the pure desire that just coursed through him at the sight of his baby. “Hi, how are you?”
“I’m okay, just tired.” Namjoon groans, shifting on to his other side, but that act alone sends a stab of pain to his spine, and he moans out loud again. Now that the sound isn’t obstructed by the bedroom walls anymore, Taehyung and Seokjin’s chests heave heavily in an attempt to control their pouncing lust. “I just want it to end.”
Seokjin’s fist clenches before he steps closer to the omega in his bed. Although it’s subtle, he hears Namjoon whimper softly, probably as a result of having an alpha so close to him at such a vulnerable moment.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Seokjin raises his fingers to run through his dishevelled hair. “Your mom left us some things for you to drink. Come sit up for me, baby.”
“But I’m sleepy, daddy.” Namjoon whines, and Seokjin grits his teeth.
“We know, baby,” Taehyung clears his throat as he approaches Namjoon’s other side. Like his father, he reaches up to cup one side of Namjoon’s face, thumbing on the apples of his cheeks. “After this, we promise. You can rest.”
Namjoon sighs forlornly, but he knows they’re right. With the help of the two alphas, Namjoon sits up, his covers slipping from his shoulders to the middle of his chest. In his haze, he’s forgotten that he’s naked under the sheets, mind already too blurry to function.
“Alright, can I have it, daddy?”
Instead of the pills, however, Namjoon is rewarded by a growl from both sides. His eyes snap up in shock, and he looks to see his daddy and his brother staring down on his body that’s glistening with sweat, flushed down to his chest.
“D-daddy, hyungie?” Namjoon asks in wonder, oblivious and naive. He pats down his chest, thinking that there must be something wrong with it for him to be a recipient of such a hard glare. “Is everything okay?”
The action, however, only accentuated his growing mounds. His teats poke out, looking erect and perky.
“We’re fine,” Taehyung hisses, reaching out for the pills he brought in Namjoon’s room to hand it over to the omega. “Come, drink this.”
Along with Seokjin and Taehyung’s assistance, Namjoon drinks the supplements he had to take, along with some protein shake his mother insisted that he should have at sporadic hours of the day. Once he’s done, Namjoon lays back on his bed, already looking half knocked out from both the exhaustion, and from what his mother had given him before she left.
“Go to sleep, Joonie,” Seokjin lulls him to slumber by continuously petting his head. “We’ll be here, don’t worry, baby. You’re safe.”
The omega sighs contentedly, even more when Taehyung began rubbing his palms against the juncture of his neck, so close to his scent gland. Originally, he’d been a little terrified when his mom said that she had to leave him. But with Seokjin and Taehyung, Namjoon knew and felt that he was safe.
Oh how mistaken he was.
“Okay, night daddy, night hyungie.” Namjoon mumbles, eyes already shut, and in about five minutes, he’s already sleeping like a log.
“Night, baby.” Taehyung mumbles, before a smirk paints its way onto his lips now that Namjoon was all pliant and unconscious for them.
Perfect.
Once they were a hundred percent sure that Namjoon was deep in his slumber, the two alphas began to get comfortable on opposite sides of his bed. Gently, Taehyung began to pull down Namjoon’s sheets until his naked body came into full view.
“Oh fuck,” The younger alpha hisses. “He’s so beautiful, dad. Look at him.”
Seokjin hums in agreement, eyes burning in desire the more he stared at Namjoon’s slender figure. He’s nowhere near his full maturity, but the young omega was beginning to fill out in all the right places. Curves and dips right where his alpha’s hands would fit him nicely, his hips growing wider to prepare him for childbirth.
“Everything about him is so perfect.” Seokjin mumbles. “He’s even more beautiful than his mom.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue in agreement, before his fingers brush against his baby brother’s nipples. All erect and puffy, wanting to be played with. Looking so delicious.
“Don’t.” Seokjin warns him, already having an inkling on what Taehyung wanted to do. “You know what we talked about, Tae. You can touch him, but don’t put your mouth anywhere near him. We can’t risk it.”
Taehyung growls low in his throat, before pulling his face away from Namjoon’s nipples. “Fine.” He says petulantly, knowing his father was right. If Namjoon woke up to his brother and father eating him up, that would be very difficult to explain.
“Don’t get impatient now, Tae,” Seokjin sighs out, his own eyes unable to leave his step son’s figure. “The reward will taste sweeter the more you wait for it. Trust me.”
Taehyung grumbles. “I know, doesn’t mean I’m not not dying to have a taste.”
His father smirks at him, his fingers gliding against the smooth skin of Namjoon’s thighs softly. “Who says you can’t?”
Taehyung quirks a brow at Seokjin in confusion, but the older man only grins at him. Silently, his fingers go higher from the back of Namjoon’s knee to his inner thighs. Up, up, and above until it brushes against his pussy folds.
Namjoon whines in his sleep.
Seokjin immediately retracts his hand, both alphas watching for Namjoon’s reaction. The omega, however, only reaches out to a nearby plushie beside him. A gigantic blue koala that Taehyung’s neither seen nor noticed before.
In curiosity, Taehyung inches closer to the stuffed toy, eyes widening when he catches a foreign scent on the plushie—an alpha.
“Fuck, someone’s courting him.”
The younger alpha’s eyes flash red in indignance. He grits his teeth, the mere thought of someone else getting to his omega first infuriated him immensely. He didn’t even notice how his scent spiked in his irritation.
“Calm down, son. You don’t want to wake him up just because he smelled something bad in the air.”
Taehyung looks back at his father over his shoulder. “Someone’s courting him, dad. This stuffed toy’s a courting gift. I could smell the alpha in it.”
For a second, Seokjin’s teeth gritted in annoyance. He knows for sure that his omega is getting courted by a mere pup, probably an alpha his age, too. And while Seokjin knows that that pup would surely pale in comparison to his own knot, it still doesn’t mean that he’s okay with the thought of someone touching what was theirs.
“Well then I’ll trust that you’ll take care of them by sunrise.” Seokjin says.
Taehyung smirks deviously. “I’m already on it.”
(Later, they’ll find out from Namjoon himself that the alpha courting him is a boy named Jimin. Tomorrow, Jimin had come home from school with a broken leg and with a warning to never stick his knot near Namjoon ever again. He listened.)
Returning to what he was doing earlier, Seokjin brushes his fingers against Namjoon’s bare cunt again, much more careful this time. As a result of his heat-induced presentation, Namjoon’s body is continuously slicking and wet, even in his sleep. His folds are glistening with a sheen of clear slick, and Seokjin dips his finger to scoop some of that before raising his hand to his mouth.
He moans at sweetness.
Virgin cunts really tasted marvellous, and Namjoon happened to be the best that he has ever had. Sweet, pure, freshly ripe… Namjoon tasted as addictive as his scent. Seokjin’s eyes darkened as he sucked his own finger clean.
“You have to taste this too, son.”
Taehyung doesn’t miss a beat. He inches closer to Namjoon’s cunt, imitating his father’s movements. He watches out for Namjoon’s face, and besides a mere scrunch of his nose, Namjoon remains fully asleep as Taehyung’s fingers play with his folds.
“Fuck,” Taehyung hisses as he himself gets a taste of that cunt he’s been dreaming about for a year now. “Dad—shit, he’s—he tastes amazing.”
“A perfect little omega,” Seokjin’s eyes heated as he stared at his sleeping baby. “So perfect for us.”
Taehyung couldn’t agree more. Greedily, the two men taste him over and over again. Fingers dipping down to Namjoon’s underage cunt just to scoop some of his slick. Namjoon sometimes whined, shifting a little that enabled his legs to spread wider. Seokjin used that opportunity to play with his clit. Thumb brushing against that sensitive nub making the omega whimper in his sleep.
“Dad, you’ll wake him.” Taehyung warns.
“Fuck, I can’t help it.” Seokjin does it again, cock incredibly hard in his pants the more Namjoon whined and whimpered every time Seokjin brushed against his clitty. “Look at him, Tae. Such a slut. He wants it so badly.”
And it’s true. Perhaps it was due to his heat, but Namjoon’s body was seeking out Seokjin’s hand. He was unconsciously rutting against his father’s palm without even knowing what he was doing. It was so hot.
“Fucking hell dad,” Taehyung garbles, his own hand brushing against Namjoon’s teats, already imaging how they’ll leak once they got his womb swollen with their pup. “Shit, he wants it.”
Both men revel at Namjoon’s whines. Seokjin keeps his attention in his cunt, while Taehyung’s hands wander all over his torso. At some point, his hand went up to caress Namjoon’s face. His thumb brushing against his bottom lip before pushing it in. The alpha hisses when Namjoon instinctively sucked on his thumb, his cock twitching inside his sweatpants when Namjoon’s tongue hit his skin.
“Oh fuck.”
Unable to stop himself anymore, Taehyung pulls his cock out from his garments. He pumps his shaft languidly at first, building up speed the more his hands passed all over Namjoon’s glorious body. His eyes turning hooded with every passing second, and his apricot scent permeating the air in waves the harder Namjoon got him.
“Dad, shit, I want to fuck h-him. God, I really want to knot him.”
“And you will,” Seokjin coaxes him, watching his own son get off to the sleeping omega. “Just not now, Tae. In due time, I promise.”
Taehyung doesn’t bother to respond, his own mind hazy as his eyes flitted all over the omega’s body. He pumped his own cock faster and harder, and Seokjin decided to help his poor son.
“Look Tae,” Seokjin calls for his attention, and the younger alpha groans once he sees that Seokjin’s middle finger was pushed deep inside of his walls. Just one, and Seokjin is already so gone. “He’s so tight, shit, can you imagine his pussy when he takes your knot?”
Taehyung’s hips stutter. “Fuck.”
“We’d fill him up so good, son. We’re gonna give him pups, and he’ll be ours forever.” Gently, Seokjin pumps his finger in and out of Namjoon’s hole, the omega whining needily in his sleep. “I’ll even let you knot him first. Whoever pups him anyways, they’ll have the same DNA as you and me. Either way, he’s ours. ”
Something about him and his father knotting the same pussy and impregnating the same omega is massively turning Taehyung on. His cock is spurting out globs of precum, and Seokjin’s own shaft is so hard as he begins palming it over his own shorts. He groans out at that contact, finger pushing inside the omega a little deeper.
“We’ll make him our breeding bitch, make him sit on top of our knots forever. You like that, Tae?” Seokjin’s own cock is straining so badly as he imagined Namjoon as their personal cockwarmer for life, but he wants his son to come first.
“Yes, d-dad. Want that so badly.” Taehyung grits out, eyes falling shut at the pleasure from his own hand and at the image of their Namjoon round with their pups. There will never be a time where he isn’t swollen with their seed. “Want to fuck him, want t-to cum all over him.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Seokjin coaxes him, pulling out that finger that was just deep inside of their little omega before raising his hand to his son’s own lips. Taehyung opens his mouth eagerly, sucking his father’s finger clean from that heavenly slick. “Come all over him, Tae. Mark him. Make him yours.”
That’s all Taehyung needed before he spills all over Namjoon’s chest. He paints the omega’s torso white. His cum spilled from his tip down to Namjoon’s chest, some spilling even to his nipples and neck. He looks so gorgeous like this.
Taehyung slumps beside his brother as he finishes coming. He’s nowhere near satiated, but that felt so good, especially seeing Namjoon being painted with his cum. It’s turning him on so badly, his spent cock pulsates at that sight of his baby brother all marked up.
Belatedly, he realizes that his own father had pulled his own hard cock out of his shorts. Taehyung watches as he crawls to Namjoon’s other side until his dick is hovering above the omega’s face. And even if it’s his father who came, Taehyung groans along with his dad once he sees the cum painting Namjoon’s face. His father’s seed hitting his cheeks, nose, and even his lips. Together with Taehyung’s cum in his chest, Namjoon looked like a work of art.
So goddamn beautiful.
Lazily, Seokjin raises his dirty hand to Namjoon’s lips, pushing his cum inside his mouth. Both alphas growl when Namjoon, once again, eagerly licks and sucks the finger clean, barely grimacing at that bitter taste. He remains peacefully in slumber, even as Taehyung and Seokjin come all over him three more times.
Later, just before Sunhye comes home, the two men hastily clean their omega up, spraying the air with some air neutralizer so as not to alert Namjoon’s mother of what they did. They clean the omega up, and Taehyung petulantly snatches the plushie Namjoon was holding earlier, only to dispose of it somewhere, much to Namjoon’s confusion and light dismay when he wakes up. Whatever. Taehyung will get him something bigger and better anyways.
Just before they leave Namjoon’s room, the two alphas place a kiss on top of their omega’s head, a seal of promise that he’ll someday be theirs.
“I can’t wait, dad. I can’t wait until he becomes ours.”
“Patience, son,” He runs his fingers through Namjoon’s hair one last time, before he hears Sunhye’s car pulling up to their garage. “All good things come to those who wait.”
When Sunhye arrives, Taehyung and Seokjin are already in the living room, exchanging chatter as they watch a cooking show, barely even looking flushed or antsy. Sunhye smiles at them in greeting before she dashes towards her son’s room.
Both alphas wait for her reaction, and after five full minutes of silence, they both realize that she didn’t suspect a single thing.
And when Namjoon wakes up from his nap later, body gearing up for another heat wave, he manages to smile at Seokjin and Taehyung softly.
“Hi daddy, hi hyungie. You won’t believe it but I had the weirdest dream. You two were in it…”
Taehyung and Seokjin share a private smirk. So it seems like Namjoon was truly asleep throughout the whole thing.
“Well I’m glad you’re all rested now, and sure, tell us more, baby…”
eighteen.
Namjoon’s life drastically changed when he turned an adult. It was around this time that Sunhye unfortunately died.
It was a car accident on a rainy night, one that none of them had foreseen at all. Namjoon was absolutely devastated to lose her. She had been his rock and stability, and now she was all gone.
Namjoon had been in a complete loss, and if it weren’t for Seokjin and Taehyung’s support, he would have crumbled the moment he lost her. But every night, Seokjin and Taehyung took him into their bed, allowing the young boy to cry himself to sleep in their arms.
As horrific as it sounded, Seokjin and Taehyung absolutely adored how dependent Namjoon had gotten with them.
Sunhye was lovely and she was a nice wife, Seokjin will have to admit. But as the years went by, he saw her as nothing but an obstacle in obtaining his sweet, sweet prize—his Joonie. So while he did feel saddened at the loss of his wife, Seokjin got over it soon enough. What matters now is their Joonie, and now that there will no longer be any more hindrances, Taehyung and Seokjin’s plans were much more feasible.
Taehyung himself could care less about her death, the younger man barely shedding a tear just for show. He was mostly draped around Namjoon’s back as the funeral passed, loving the fact that he had an excuse to touch his omega. Also, he liked how Namjoon clung so hard to his body. Taehyung loved the fact that he was able to protect him and make his omega feel like he can depend on him.
It wasn’t until after the funeral of his mother that Seokjin and Taehyung came across a certain dilemma. The young omega had been skipping meals in grievance, and the two alphas took it upon themselves to deliver food to his room to ensure that he was still eating.
To their complete surprise, however, they arrived at the sight of Namjoon beginning to pack his bags.
“Joon?” Seokjin furrows his brows, looking at the sad eyes of his omega as he begrudgingly packs. “Wait—what’s the meaning of this?”
Namjoon looks up from where he was folding his shirts, eyes still red rimmed seeing as he only buried his mother two days ago. “Hi daddy, I uhm—” His voice is shaky. “I’m packing.”
“And why are you packing?” Taehyung crosses his arms as he shuts Namjoon’s door. “Where are you going?”
Namjoon fiddles with his fingers, looking down on the ground as tears begin to form in his eyes again.
“Mom’s n-not here anymore.” He says with a pained sigh, a tear slipping from his eyes which he rubs with the back of his wrist. “I no longer have a-a reason to stay here with you guys. You don’t have any—any responsibility with me anymore.”
Seokjin immediately understands what he means, but Taehyung beats him to it.
“Baby,” Taehyung’s eyes soften. “That’s not true.”
“It’s okay, hyungie.” Namjoon clears his scratchy throat, trying to act and look strong. “I—I found a place to stay. I’m going to live with Jungkook for now, remember him? He was at t-the funeral. He and his family offered me to stay at their place as I go to college in the city. He said they’ll help m-me find a job for the time being.”
The two alphas barely held back a growl at the mention of one of Namjoon’s childhood friends back when he was still living with Sunhye and his old father. Seokjin and Taehyung had only met him once, and they both knew that the younger man was an alpha.
An alpha that had a gigantic crush on their baby, and these two knew that Jungkook was only biding his time before he courted their omega.
Over their dead bodies.
“Namjoon.” Seokjin says gravely, sending shivers up to the omega’s spine. “You’re not leaving.”
“But daddy—”
“I mean it.” Seokjin cuts him off with a light growl, his alpha getting agitated at the thought of the omega even stepping out of his own house. “You’re staying, and to hell if I let you leave.”
Namjoon gulps, feeling small. Tension rises in the air as the scent of two alphas slowly getting angry permeates the air. “But, m-mommy’s not here a-anymore and—”
“And so? You’re our family too, baby.” Taehyung grits out, every bone on his body aching to chain Namjoon to his bed and ensure that he will never be able to leave them. “You already belong with us.” He says meaningfully, and Namjoon’s skin tingles at his words. “You don’t have to leave if you don’t want to. Which you don't, right?”
“No, of course, I-I want to stay,” The omega shyly admits, and both Taehyung and Seokjin feel momentarily prideful that the omega willingly wanted to be with them. “But I don’t want to be a burden to y-you and your dad anymore.”
How cute. Actually, Seokjin and Taehyung knew that even if Namjoon didn’t want it, he’s not going anywhere without them.
“Joonie, listen. You’re not a burden, okay sweetie? You’re not. You know how much Tae and I love you.” Seokjin inches closer to him, cupping his teary face gently, thumbing away his tears. “We’re not letting you leave with somebody else when you have a perfectly stable home right here with us.”
“Dad’s right.” Taehyung approaches Namjoon from behind, encircling his waist as he buries his face in his brother’s neck. He inhales softly, and Seokjin smirks at how Namjoon’s eyes momentarily fluttered when Taehyung’s nose brushed his scent gland. “And besides, we can’t just trust you to anyone else. Not even to that Jungkook.” Taehyung growls, arms tightening around his Namjoon possessively. “He’s still an alpha, I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
Namjoon gulps, his heart beating loudly, feeling touched with how protective his—these, rather, two alphas were for him. It’s not that he didn’t trust Jungkook, it’s just that Namjoon would choose Seokjin and Taehyung over him in a heartbeat.
These two were his family.
“I-I—” The omega stammers, unconsciously leaning against his brother’s arms and his father's hands. “Will it really be okay? I p-promise I’ll help pay the bills and all that. I can take a gap year before I go to college.”
“Baby, you don’t have to worry about that. I can provide for you—for this family.” Seokjin tells him gently, placing a light kiss in between his eyebrows. Taehyung hears the way he gasps lightly. “Actually, how about I offer you something better? How about we all leave this place and go to Seoul instead?”
“What?” Namjoon’s eyes widened.
“Let’s start anew. This place, while it’s been home for so long, it just hurts now every time I think of your mother. I want a fresh start.” Seokjin pretends to look saddened, as if it genuinely pains him to be here. “Taehyung, will you be cool with transferring universities to Seoul?”
But in reality, Seokjin just wants to leave because the people here know who Namjoon is to them. They can’t make him theirs unless they want to be the topic of scandal and gossip for the rest of their lives. It’s best for them to leave this place behind, for a city where nobody knew them.
Thankfully, Taehyung takes the hint. “Yeah of course, I’ve been meaning to shift anyways. I don’t like what I’m studying and the program I’ve been looking at is only offered in the Seoul branch of my university.” Namjoon tilts his head to see his brother smiling at him gently, before the younger alpha pecked his dimples. “I’m sure they can credit my general education courses, and I’d be good to go.”
“See! Now what do you say, Joonie?” Excitement begins to coat Seokjin’s features. He doesn’t care about his job. He mostly worked with stocks online anyways, he can relocate wherever he wants and he’d still earn more than what five average households could make. “Let’s all go to Seoul together. I’ll send you to college, sweetheart. You won’t have to worry about a single thing.”
Namjoon is wholeheartedly touched, oblivious to the real reasons these two alphas refused to let him go. In his eyes, they wanted him here because they’re family, and family always supported each other especially in times of need.
“You’re too kind to me, daddy.” He voices out his gratitude and thoughts, hugging Seokjin’s waist loosely as he buried his face in his father’s chest. “W-Wait I don’t even have the right to call you that anymore.”
“No, baby. Of course you can still call me daddy.” Seokjin hugs him closer, and the father and son duo share a smirk at how Namjoon didn’t even question them at all. “You’ll always be my baby. Forever.”
Oh how Namjoon didn’t know what his words truly meant.
“So what do you say, Joonie?” Taehyung brushes his lips against the omega’s nape, Namjoon whining in response to the action. “You wanna go to Seoul with me and dad?”
“If it’s really okay with you,” Namjoon lifts his head over his shoulder to offer his brother a smile. The omega was crying lightly, and Taehyung couldn’t help but coo. “And I promise I’ll help with the bills. I won’t be a burden to you.”
Taehyung was about to open his mouth again, wanting to tell the omega that he won’t have to worry about a single thing. He just had to sit there prettily as they filled him up until he ended up carrying their pups. A true breeding bitch.
But Seokjin widens his eyes at his alpha son in warning. “As long as you’re not leaving, my love,” He turns to Namjoon. He’ll know of their plan in due time, not now. “Because Tae-Tae and I would hate to see you go.”
Taehyung gulps before nodding. He understands that now is not yet the time, but god, does he feel impatient. He wants his brother to be theirs so badly.
“Thank you so much, daddy. Thank you, Tae-tae.” Namjoon chokes out, feeling eternally grateful to have two of the kindest alphas in the world even now that his mother was gone. “I love you so much guys, thank you for still accepting me.”
All they could do now is to use Namjoon’s sadness and vulnerability to their advantage. Now that his mom is gone, he’s going to be reliant on them and them alone. Namjoon now can easily be manipulated to trust and follow every word they say—to mold him to become their perfect little omega.
“Oh we love you too, baby.” Taehyung smirks against his neck as he thinks of how the next few years will unfold, his father kissing the top of the omega’s head with the same thoughts. “And of course. You’ll be here with us for a very, very long time.”
But what Namjoon didn’t know is that there was really no means for him to escape. Not now, not ever. He was theirs the moment he stepped into this house, and he will forever be theirs until the day he dies.
With that, Seokjin and Taehyung help him unpack what he had already started packing. They even coaxed him to stop speaking to Jungkook, telling him that that alpha was probably just going to poison his mind, and god knows what that young pup might do to him in his sleep if he’s all vulnerable in that alpha’s home.
(Namjoon had been petrified, he never thought of it that way. But his daddy and hyungie were right, alphas can’t be trusted. The only ones he can believe in is them. Only daddy and hyungie truly cares about his wellbeing, like this. They’re bringing him with them to Seoul to keep him safe. Namjoon finally erases Jungkook’s number upon their insistence.)
That’s good, Seokjin thinks as he watches Namjoon hand over his phone to Taehyung to block that alpha from all of his accounts, too. While his jealousy might not be as evident as his pup’s, since he was older and in much more control of his own emotion, it doesn’t mean that Seokjin didn’t want to hurt someone at the mere thought of another person touching their omega. You’re ours, Namjoon. Ours alone, and no other alpha can ever have you.
When Taehyung returns his phone with a smug smirk, Seokjin knows that they share the same thoughts. Like father, like son.
Poor little Namjoon had always been a weak, weak boy. And now, he fell right into Seokjin and Taehyung’s trap, not even knowing that he can never escape from them, ever again.