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Yoongi had always felt small in his arms but in reality, they were never too far apart in height. At least they were until they had both presented and Namjoon had grown into his Alpha status, now the difference was glaringly obvious. Yoongi’s head was on the alpha’s chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. His lips were parted slightly and he was flushed, there was a light sheen of sweat that covered his brow as he slept. Namjoon ran his hand down Yoongi’s bare side appreciating the soft creamy skin, there would be small circle bruises around his hips where Namjoon had gripped as he thrusted. There would also be love bites on his clavicles and the near imperceptible swell of his chest. Yoongi was beautiful, the most beautiful omega he had ever seen. This had been his truth since he had been old enough to understand it. However, Yoongi was not just beautiful, he was powerful, his strength hidden underneath all the baggy clothes he loved to wear. It was in the form of his shoulders and the tone of his legs, his arms, the veins in his hands. It wasn’t just physical either, he had one of the strongest minds that he has ever known. Yoongi was strong and it made him so hard. Yoongi’s huffed a laugh, his breath warm against his chest.
“Seriously, Joon? You just came.” He felt the tips of Yoongi's fingers caressing his neck, touching his scent glands delicately, “What are you even thinking about?” Namjoon’s hand gripped the thigh the Yoongi had thrown across his lap as he fell asleep.
“You,” his response was breathy, his omega always made him breathless. Yoongi sat up from his comfortable position to look at him. Pretty , he thought. Yoongi laughed, showed his perfect teeth. Yoongi lowered himself to be face to face with Namjoon, their lips brushed and Namjoon’s heart pounded in his chest. Yoongi was wet again, he could smell the fresh wave of arousal that bloomed in the room already saturated with their scents.
Yoongi rubbed himself on the alpha’s swelling knot and all he could think of was how much he needed to be inside. Yoongi kissed him, his lips slotted together so perfectly. He felt as Yoongi took him and aligned it to his entrance before he was enveloped. The omega was wet from his own slick and Namjoon’s cum from their previous round. Namjoon groaned into Yoongi’s mouth at the image of the mess in between Yoongi’s legs, he wanted to clean it up with his tongue. “You can’t knot Joonie.” Yoongi whispered in his ear, the squelch of their fluids was like a symphony in his ear.
“You heard me Joon? You can’t knot me or we’ll be late,” a moan slipped through Yoongi’s lips, “ Fuck. You feel so good.”
Namjoon was wiping the slick of his chin when he heard a sharp knock at the door. Namjoon groaned as Yoongi laughed quietly, “I told you that we were gonna be late if you ate me out Joon-ah.” Namjoon rolled his eyes at the comment.
“Well, you seemed to have enjoyed it regardless, hyung.” He said, getting up. He picked his underwear off the floor and slipped it on before walking to the door. He looked back with a smirk on his face.
“I mean, based on the way your thighs are coated in slick.” Yoongi flushed and threw a pillow at Namjoon’s face which he caught easily before getting up on shaky legs to clean up and get dressed.
Namjoon smiles at the visual before turning back around, feeling his face going neutral and opening the door. He doesn’t fight his instinct to protect, Yoongi is naked and vulnerable behind him and Namjoon would do anything to keep him safe. His scent is potent with angry pheromones as he looks over at the attendant that came to call him. Namjoon knows he looks a little stupid with his hair all over the place but he doesn’t mind because Yoongi had done that as he came on his tongue.
“What?” his voice was so deep it was nearly a growl when he spoke. The young beta kept a neutral face but the fear was prominent in his brown eyes.
“Mr. Kim, your father has requested your presence in the boardroom…the meeting started five minutes ago. Did y-” Namjoon cut him off by raising his hand, he sighed, honing in his instincts to not scare the beta.
“Alright. Tell him I will be there in 15 minutes, I got caught up in something.” The beta relaxed slightly, nodding towards him before rushing off into the direction he had come from.
“Namjoon-ah, nice of you to join us,” his father said as Namjoon walked in. The atmosphere in the room was already tense, Namjoon bowed in apology and sat in his place on the left side of his father. Yoongi trailed behind him and stood behind his own father on the right. The omega wore a suit, one of the many in his wardrobe. It was a classic black Valentino suit, fitted so nicely on his body that it took Namjoon everything in him to not glance.
Kim Namseok was what many would consider to be a bad man but he was not a bad father, he was just quite heavy handed regarding his business and its endeavors. Namseok sat back in his chair and sighed as he glanced around the room to his associates. His eyes landed on Yoongi who was trying very hard to blend into the black leather of his father’s chair.
“Can someone get Yoongi-ah a chair?,” he said, one of the beta servers by the door rushed to get one. Once everyone was seated, he motioned to a file on the table.
“Those are the names of moles in the syndicate. They will be dead in the next few hours. All low level scum that you all should be keeping an eye on,” Namseok stood as he spoke.
“One of you seemed to be especially careless with their charge,” Namjoon could taste the anger in his father’s scent as Namseok rounded the table. His father’s pace slowed before landing right behind Kwon Jinseok, head of the drug runners in their districts. Namseok untucked the gun he had in his holster and tapped it against the back of Kwon's head.
“What happened, Jinseok? Don’t I pay you enough?” His father sighed, shaking his head. “You sold me out Kwon. After all of the years I’ve been there for you. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?”
The sarcasm was heavy in his tone. He knew his father cared very little for an explanation but did it for an intimidating effect which proved effective. Kwon’s scent was distressed, the smell of overripe fruit permeated the air making Namjoon’s nose twitch a little, he was always so sensitive to smells.
“Boss plea-” his voice caught the sound of the safety being taken off. “Sajangnim! I swear I didn’t have a choice. They were going to kill my family. Please sir. I didn’t tell them anything important. Just the location of the factory I swear, I swear on my life sir. I- please sir!”
The sound of begging was getting pathetic at this point so Namjoon took the chance to take a glance at Yoongi. He sat silently at his father’s side. He hated seeing Yoongi this way, he looked so small next to his father. Min Kwang-hoon was a difficult man.
The sound of a gunshot had Namjoon's attention back on the situation at hand once again. He was disappointed to see that Kwon was not dead but rather dripping blood on the once pristine floor from a wound in his leg. “Get him out of my sight and kill him. Stupid motherfucker isn’t worth my time.” His father walked back to his seat and set his gun on the table before sitting. They sat in silence, listening to Kwon's pathetic screaming fade in the distance as he was dragged away. They were going to have to call the cleaners to take care of the blood puddle on the floor, what a drag.
“One of our factories has been partially damaged. Halting production of medicine for BH Pharmaceuticals. We will take a good hit from that but as BH group, we should be relatively fine if we start increasing sales in untouched coke we have. Which brings us to our next problem.” He leans forward a little bringing his finger tips together, Namjoon is kind of reminded of Gru for a second.
“Since our Head of runners is indisposed. I wanted to announce our new head, Min Yoongi,” he said, gesturing at Yoongi. Yoongi’s head snapped up to look at Namseok, shock rippling through his face before his mask of indifference fell back firmly on his face.
“It would be my pleasure sir. Thank you for the opportunity,” Yoongi said stiffly as he bowed his head. The tone of his voice stole a laugh from Namseok’s chest. The other men in the room startled a bit at the sound. His father was not one to laugh much if even at all.
“No need to be so stiff, Kitty Cat. You’ll do fine if I do say so myself,” at the mention of the familiar nickname, Yoongi’s shoulders seemed to relax just a tad. “Yoongi-ah has studied pharmacology and business which makes him perfect for the role. Please acquaint yourself with Lee Jihoon who also helps coordinate the runners. Now that I think about it, you both look quite similar.”
The meeting went on after that, much of it being stocks and shares at the pharmaceutical company as well as their appliance factories. Namjoon was well acquainted with their finances and projects because most of the time, he was there when his father planned and executed them. Namjoon was good at these things; the organizing, the planning, the leading. He was born for it.
When the meeting was adjourned, Namjoon headed back to his room. His strides were firm and deliberate as he walked. He knew that Yoongi followed closely behind him. Yoongi would always be by his side. Not just because he loved him but also because it was his duty.
Yoongi was never particularly scared of his dad. He was someone Yoongi admired and respected. Min Kwang-hoon was a ruthless man but up until Yoongi had presented, he was kind to him. His dad had drilled into him the foundations on how to be a good Alpha since he was able to understand speech but much to his dismay, his only son had presented as an omega. Currently, Yoongi was nothing more than an omegean broodmare. Every teaching and word of advice that Yoongi had ever received from his father was gone with the wind as soon as his first heat hit. After that, his father believed that Yoongi was no longer capable of anything substantial. At first, it hurt. He had no control over what his secondary gender was, and even if he did, he wouldn’t have chosen omega. Not because they were weak, Yoongi actually believed they were quite strong, but because of the actual presentation part of it.
Male omegas were born with a penis but the vaginal opening and womb is formed during the omega’s first heat around the time they turn 16. The first heat is a week to two weeks of overwhelmingly high bodily temperature and unimaginable pain. Before modern medicine, most male omegas did not survive the strenuous process. Yoongi had been left in his room blacking in and out from the pain after his father had found him. The worst part of it is that he couldn’t remember the 10 days he spent in his room. A few days before his heat had started, Namjoon had left for Busan to deal with a business transition with his own father. Namseok had been finally showing Joon the ropes of the business, so even though every part of Yoongi had wanted to beg Namjoon to stay, he hadn’t. Namjoon had not been due back for two weeks so during his brief lapses of consciousness throughout his first cycle, Yoongi had been so sure he was going to die and Namjoon would never know why.
At the final stretch, Yoongi had been lucid enough to drink some water and eat a granola bar. He had kept supplies in his room in preparation for his presentation, Alpha or Omega, leaving the room wasn’t a possibility. The Kims had been due back in 2 days at that point so he had needed to look a lot better than he did right now. He had managed to get up and shower, scrubbing his skin until it was pink to try and get rid of the smell of heat. He had taken a scent blocking medicine and had applied a thick layer of the gel version on his glands. He didn't want anyone to know. He couldn’t disgrace his father like that. After the gel had dried, he had put on a crisp dark blue suit and combed his hair. He needed to cut it, it had grown a little long for his liking and tickled the base of his neck as he combed it back.
When he had stepped out of his scent heavy room into the hall, he had stilled at the sight of a huge beta guard that stood across the doorway. His father had probably placed someone there for his protection. Or was it to inform him if he never came out? Yoongi would never ask and therefore, would never know. He had walked with his chin up like his father had taught him to the office. He had a legitimate job for Kim Group, he was a financial assistant. Mr. Kim knew that he was interested in business and finance, so he had gotten him a job to give him a small taste of it.
The morning the Kim’s came back from Busan, Yoongi met Namjoon’s father to explain his late submissions. His heat lasted 10 days and it was enough for him to miss a few deadlines. His hands began to sweat as he got closer and closer to Namseok’s office. Would Namseok be disappointed at his presentation as his father had been? Maybe he would be. Afterall, Yoongi was meant to be Namjoon’s right. The one that the heir would depend on if everything else went to shit. Who would trust an omega to protect an alpha?
The office was the top most floor of the BH group building, one of the highest in Seoul. It had ceiling to floor windows on either side overlooking the city, the city that the CEO basically owned. Yoongi had spent many hours in that office by Namjoon’s side, learning and observing the boss and his own father. Yoongi knocked softly before entering the office, Namseok sat at his desk. Even the desk looked powerful, it was a thick dark oak that paired with a huge black leather chair.
“Yoongi-ah,” Namseok said looking away from the files he had opened on his desk with a small smile, “I wasn’t expecting you. What can I help you with?”
“Hello sir,” Yoongi said. His hands shook at his sides, he knew his scent was covered so Namseok didn’t know. Yoongi didn’t have to tell him that he was an omega. He didn’t have to disappoint him. He felt his forehead wrinkle as he opened his mouth to speak. To give the man he admired as much as his own father an excuse for his failure.
He watched warily as the older alpha stood and walked around his desk. He looked concerned and it was aimed at Yoongi. The omega lowered his head to the ground before he opened his mouth.
“I wanted to apologize, sir. I missed a few deadlines for the runner’s schedules and some balance sheet preparations in the time you were gone,” He bowed deeply, “It won’t happen again Sajangnim.”
“Is there a reason why you missed the deadlines Yoongi-ah?” Yoongi’s eyes stayed firmly on the glossy floor, holding his 90 degree bow, “Surely there's a reason why one of my best workers missed deadlines. Did something happen?”
Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. His hands shook and his eyes watered. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell Namseok the reason why. It would be too much to see the disappointment on his face. Yoongi didn’t realize his tears had fallen until he saw a drop fall on his leather shoes. He took in a sharp inhale when felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand pulled him up from his bow to look straight at the alpha.
“What happened? Did someone hurt you?” Concern was etched on to the face of the most ruthless man in Korea, “Was it someone from the company? Your runners? They’re dead if that's the case, kitty. Dead.”
Yoongi shook his head at the accusation. Fuck, he was so weak for letting his emotions get the best of him. He had the CEO of BH group threatening to kill someone for him.
“No, Sajangnim,” Yoongi said softly, “It's just that… I-um-I presented sir.”
He watched as the alpha’s eyebrows jumped up in surprise and the darkness in his eyes changed into something light and a small chuckle escaped his lips.
“Then why didn’t you say that Yoongi-ah?” Namseok’s eyes softened at the question.
“I’m an omega sir,” Yoongi heard himself say. This heart threatened to burst out of his chest as the words left his lips.
“That’s wonderful!” Namseok said smiling. Yoongi just couldn’t understand his reaction, why was he so happy when his father wasn’t? He watched as the CEO’s smile faded, “Is it not?”
“My father doesn’t seem to think so sir. He-um,” Yoongi cleared his throat, “I spent my heat alone.”
Yoongi felt the heat of the embrace before he was able to process it. The great Kim Namseok had taken him into his arms and hugged him so softly which caught Yoongi completely off guard. It was similar to his father’s warmth, a warmth he had not felt in weeks. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes stung with unshed tears. He couldn’t cry again, he couldn’t. He felt Namseok stroke the back of his head in the way he had seen him do so many times to Namjoon. It was supposed to be a comforting action, a gentle reassurance. They stayed like that for a little while before Namseok released him from his embrace but he kept his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders.
“You shouldn’t have been left alone. I’m assuming Kwang-hoon didn’t take it well?” Namseok’s eyes seemed to see right through him. For someone nicknamed ‘the Mad King’ for his ruthlessness, he was quite kind.
Yoongi nodded stiffly at the question. Namseok just sighed softly before giving Yoongi’s shoulders a squeeze and letting go. He walked back over to his desk and motioned for Yoongi to take a seat in the chair across from him. As he sat, he watched the alpha as he went into the small display of whiskey, scotch and cognacs at the far side of his office, Namseok poured two cups of what he recognized to be an 18 year old Macallan scotch. The type of scotch that Namseok reserved for when he closed million dollar deals. The alpha set the glass in front of Yoongi before taking a seat.
“My youngest brother presented as an omega,” He said as he took a sip of his scotch, “This was a long time ago. He died during his presentation, many male omegas did before because of the lack of treatment and help. My father knew that and so did yours.”
Yoongi’s heart stuttered in his chest at the words. He had known that his father had basically left him to die but he was trying so hard not to accept the fact. He took his own glass in his hand and took a sip. The scotch was smooth, the burn was soothing as it went down his throat.
“You are a strong person Yoongi. You being an omega does not change that,” His head snapped up to the fierce sound of Namseok’s voice. Yoongi knew that tears had started running down his face again but they both ignored it.
“I don’t know what got into him. Truly,” The alpha set his empty glass down, “He should have known that Namjoon would’ve killed him if you had died and frankly, I probably wouldn’t have stopped him.”
That night Yoongi paced outside of Namjoon’s room. He had applied heavy topical scent blockers throughout the day. No one knew or dared to ask about his secondary gender. The only ones who knew were the boss and his own father. But Namjoon deserved to know. Namjoon hadn’t presented yet but Yoongi had no doubt that he would be an Alpha with his huge presence.
It had seemed that Namjoon got tired of the sound of pacing outside his room because he had yanked the door open, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched before settling his eyes on Yoongi. His eyes softened subtly before he opened the door wider, inviting Yoongi into his room.
The inside of the room was both sound and scent proof for privacy. And even though Namjoon had no scent yet, his room smelled so distinctly of him. The whole room was Namjoon in a box.
His bed was a huge king bed with the softest navy bedding with a dark wood frame. The color of the walls were a soft cream color and his room was illuminated by warm lighting from lamps and lights around the room giving it such a cozy feel. There were little plants on his windowsill and stacks of books on his desk. The sound of music played softly on his speakers. Yoongi couldn’t help but be comforted by the familiarity. Everything seemed to change but his love for this tall, clumsy pup was unwavering.
“Hyung!” Namjoon exclaimed happily as he plopped onto his bed, “I haven’t seen you in so loooong. Did you present? Appa wouldn’t tell me.”
Namjoon patted the side next to him and Yoongi obliged. He took off his slippers and crawled up next to Namjoon. He laid right next to him and took a deep breath, He didn’t know how he would react, being Namseok's son, Yoongi had a hunch that it would go more or less like that but one had to expect the unexpected in this line of work.
“Yeah, I presented Joon-ah,” Yoongi said softly. He closed his eyes and let go of the breath that he was holding in, “I’m an omega.”
The words were quiet, nearly a whisper. Namjoon didn’t respond for a while, Yoongi felt the dread building in his chest. When he felt the other get up from the bed, Yoongi felt his heart drop down to his feet. His eyes opened slowly, he half expected Namjoon to be half way across the room but he was just standing in front of him with his hand out. Confused and scared, Yoongi took his hand and allowed himself to be pulled into a standing position, his chest ached. Maybe Namjoon was kicking him out.
“Will you look at me hyung?” It was a question but it was voiced like a command so Yoongi looked up from the other boy’s chest and into his coffee colored eyes. He felt himself stiffen a little as Namjoon's arms wrapped around him in his second hug of the day.
Namjoon was bigger than him and warm. His chest was solid against his cheek. Yoongi inhaled the scent of Namjoon’s detergent half wishing that Namjoon would develop his own scent soon. The omega felt his own arms wrap around Namjoon’s torso before he could stop himself.
“Congratulations on your presentation,” Yoongi could feel the vibration of Namjoon’s voice on his cheek as he spoke. “Are you wearing scent blockers? Is that why I can’t smell you?”
Yoongi nodded in response, trying his hardest not to nuzzle into Namjoon’s warmth.
“I wish I could smell your scent hyung. Will you wash it off?” Yoongi smiled in Namjoon’s arms and untangled himself from the embrace.
“I could wash it off but you won’t be able to smell too much regardless since you're unpresented,” a laugh bubbled in his chest at Namjoon’s pout
“Alright alright,” he said still chuckling, “I need to shower anyway so lend me some clothes.”
The omega watched Namjoon’s back as he walked into his closet and disappeared behind the door. He slumped back into the mattress and laid out comfortably, waiting for Namjoon to come back. He sat up and opened his eyes as he heard Namjoon close the closet door.
“Here hyung,” he said, handing him what seemed to be Yoongi’s own pajamas, “You left these last time you slept over. You’re sleeping over right?”
Yoongi wasn’t actually planning to but fuck it, he couldn’t say no to those puppy eyes.
“Yeah, I’m sleeping over,” he heard himself saying as he grabbed the clothes from Namjoon’s hand.
It wasn’t long until he fell asleep with Namjoon at his back as the pup inhaled what he could from his newly acquired scent.
“You smell nice hyung,” Yoongi felt another sniff at his neck, “like something citrusy and vanilla?”
They started sleeping with each other three years after that. It wasn’t planned, Yoongi and Namjoon’s cycles just synced up very often. It was “a product of their constant companionship” according to the syndicate doctor. Their fathers didn't have much to say about the situation anymore. Not after Yoongi’s father had actually tried coming in to take him away from the other alpha which had caused Namjoon to go all feral on him. It had taken Yoongi’s full mental capacity to stop Namjoon from killing his dad. Looking back at it, it was still rather funny. Namjoon had couched into position in front of Yoongi fully naked and growling, teeth bared and everything. Kwang-hoon couldn’t do anything but back up towards the door that should’ve been locked. From what Yoongi could tell, he was a little scared.
All Yoongi had done was call his alpha over in a quiet needy voice so that his father could take the chance to leave. Kwang-hoon had gotten a talking to from Namseok for trying that, according to Namjoon. Especially because on the other hand, Namseok had been ecstatic at the news. He was convinced that it was safer than hiring services and if they mated, Yoongi was like a son to him anyway. That particular comment had Yoongi blushing for hours.
Their mating took place a year after, they were fairly young, only 20 and 19 but determined. Namjoon had shown up at his door after he started his rut early one day and that had been it.
When they appeared in front of their parents, Namseok was so happy about their mating and Kwanghoon just congratulated them but did not react very much. Afterall, what was done was done. The fact that they were mated was kept in between the four of them just like Yoongi’s secondary gender.