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The wedding happens like a festival, grand and majestic and mesmerising. There's absolutely no loopholes, from the decoration to the music to the dresses of the grooms. There's fireworks and there's food from all over the world. And the location is just by the side of the river on a beautiful banquet garden. It is the marriage between the heirs of the Kim and Min technologies, the nation's largest electronic company after all. What less could one expect?
Kim Seokjin has waited for this day ever since he was a kid. Even before his milky scent slowly changed into a musky lemongrass. Even before one night the incoherent fever presented him as an alpha to the world. Kim Seokjin waited for this day ever since he saw his parents steal kisses in the kitchen and ever since he could understand the concept of romantic love. In other words, Kim Seokjin is a hopeless case.
As the fireworks light up the sky, he looks at the glow lighting up his husband's face. Min Yoongi. They have known each other since birth probably. Being older by mere three months, Seokjin can't remember a moment when he didn't know Min Yoongi, the son of Uncle Min, his father's business partner.
They had studied in the same school and the same university and even had done internships in their company together. One would think they are best friends, attached to the hip. Wrong. Kim Seokjin hardly knows anything about Min Yoongi apart from the fact that he is the prettiest omega he has ever seen with the prettiest scent of orange blossoms that makes his mouth water. Oh. And the fact that he was ridiculously good in studies at school and uni and looked sexy and hot as hell while playing basketball.
Seokjin won't lie. He isn't the most sociable person. But he swears he puts in effort. He tried his best to woo Min Yoongi all his life.
When they were in kindergarten, Seokjin would always keep the best seat by the window (just beside him) empty for Yoongi. But Yoongi never sat there. And when he had come late one day, he saw Yoongi sit on the same seat beside someone else.
Yoongi never accepted gifts and politely refused everything. Yoongi never needed anything, self sufficient and independent.
And when he came back after one weekend drenched in the scent of orange blossoms, Seokjin had to run to the school restroom to control his alpha. And ever since, Seokjin had not known how to start a conversation with Min Yoongi, the omega of his dreams.
And the same person is now standing beside Seokjin looking like an angel wearing white tailored suit. His irises reflect the fireworks, a little smile on those pink petal lips and oh heavens, Seokjin should not think about those lips right now. Not when those same lips touched his not so long ago. Not when he can feel his alpha clawing at his chest ever since the kiss. So he focuses on the pink dusting his cheeks instead, on the pretty freckle at the corner of his eyes and the stars twinkling in his dark galaxy eyes. And when those eyes suddenly meet his gaze, Seokjin's breath hitches. He quickly looks up averting his eyes, pretending he wasn't looking at Yoongi at all. In short, Seokjin is doomed, absolutely hopeless.
At the end of the fireworks show, the crowd slowly thins as the night darkens above the banquet garden. Yoongi stands by his side the same, polite and formal, looking at the river in the distance. He has always been like that, controlled. But Seokjin can see the slight tension in his shoulders and the slightly dazed look. Yoongi is tired. Seokjin has known Yoongi long enough to at least know this. He also didn't see him eating much at all.
"Hey" Seokjin starts.
Yoongi flinches a bit, seemingly brought back to reality, "Umm.. yeah?"
Yoongi is looking somewhere on Seokjin's shoulder again. He always does that when talking with him. At first Seokjin used to think something's wrong with him but now he is used to it so he continues, "Umm.. actually... Like.." Great, he can't even talk to his husband, "So umm.. are you feeling alright? We could go home now if you wish?" He blurts out too loudly.
Yoongi blinks owlishly. "No, it's alright"
Seokjin, being at a loss of words again, just nods.
They finally get into the car when both their parents nag them about how they must rest after such a hectic day, practically pushing both of them into the car.
All through the car ride, Seokjin can't help but steal glances at his husband. Yoongi however looks straight out of the window as he picks at his nails. The air is awkward to say at least.
Seokjin tries. He really tries. He switches on the radio and taps his fingers on the steering wheel to the beats of the pop songs. He even hums some of those tunes. But Yoongi barely moves.
At last Seokjin brings in his last weapon of his missionyoongi.
"Do you know how to throw a wedding party in outerspace?" Seokjin suddenly says when he stops at a red light.
Yoongi turns, frowning, "huh?"
"You planet!" Seokjin squeaks out his laughter.
Yoongi remains silent with a frown on his face looking lost. The light turns green and Seokjin resumes driving. The awkwardness and embarrassment seems tangible in the air at that moment. Seokjin joked and Yoongi didn't even get it! God, Seokjin wanted to facepalm.
The rest of the ride Yoongi looks down at his fingers on his lap, a pink flush adorning his cheeks.
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Yoongi gapes at the penthouse. He surely is not a stranger to penthouses and lavish lifestyles. He owns a black card himself after all. But gods, was this place beautiful. The whole interior design was modern alright. The walls of the living rooms were shades of cream and white with ivory curtains. The night lights streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched across three walls. The sofa and the television sat at the corner leaving space for the spiral staircase leading to the next floor. The layered lighting, of the recessed LEDs, hand-blown glass pendants and floor lamps and the city lights reflected on the marble floor like water, making the place look other-worldly. Everything was so extravagant but the small pockets of memories scattered in the photos on the wall made everything homey too.
Yoongi sends a quick prayer to the universe for giving him this life. An arranged marriage with your crush isn't that common after all. Yoongi can't remember a time when he didn't have a crush on Seokjin. Ever since he was a clueless kid and Seokjin was that one funny kid running around the garden of their house catching butterflies. He had always been so funny, understanding, caring and cool. He could fit into any situation so easily. And not to mention his looks were straight out of a manga. And he used to be the sports captain at school, good at every single sport he played. Yoongi remembers joining the basketball team to impress Seokjin, only to find he did not supervise those matches. Yoongi has always been stupid like that.
"We should freshen up." Yoongi startles listening to Seokjin's honeyed voice as he takes off his shoes.
"Yeah we should," Yoongi nods, "you can go first, Seokjin-ssi"
"Hyung," Seokjin looks up from where he is untying his shoe-laces.
"Huh?"
"Call me hyung" Seokjin's voice is so smooth that Yoongi could have melted only if he wasn't beginning to short-circuit trying to understand what it meant.
"We are married now. We should not be that formal, hmm?" Seokjin continues. His ears are red.. oh Seokjin is so cute that Yoongi could kick his feet.
"Yes Seokjin hyung", Yoongi can feel his cheeks heating up. God can he stop being this embarrassing?
He is living his dream. After years of crushing on him, he finally gets to call him hyung. He has won at life literally. His prayers have been answered.
He knows he wouldn't have had to wait this long to call him hyung if only he started using honorifics with him a little earlier. If only he had stopped using "hey" and "excuse me" while addressing him and called him by his name with honorifics, he would have got to call him hyung so much earlier. Their fathers are friends after all. Yes, Yoongi is stupid like that, blushing red from just calling his crush by his name. Just like how Yoongi forgot to even react to the joke in the car after listening to Seokjin's squeaky laugh. How can a person look that handsome while laughing? And how can a laugh be this cute? Yes. Yoongi is hopeless.
Yoongi functions pretty normally after that. He freshens up. He takes a shower, combs his hair, brushes his teeth and gargles. He puts on a night cream and slips under the covers. His heart beats as loud as the clock as he waits for Seokjin to enter the room. And when he enters his breath catches. Seokjin looks so sexy that Yoongi can feel himself sweating. Seokjin's hair is wet from the shower and his skin is pink. His blue pajamas have the first two buttons unbuttoned showing a sliver of his chest. Yoongi feels dizzy. He is shivering with anticipation under the covers.
"Is the AC comfortable?", Seokjin asks, fiddling with the remote, "you look cold. Should I-"
"Uh- It's okay!" Yoongi says a little too loud. He facepalms mentally.
"Oh," Seokjin. He keeps the remote on the bedside table beside Yoongi. "Goodnight."
Yoongi feels giddy as he mumbles,"Goodnight hyung."
Seokjin finally slips under the covers and Yoongi waits. He looks at the ceiling and waits for Seokjin to close the space, to pull him into his arms, to give him a kiss. But nothing happens.
He looks to the side once. Seokjin is looking at the ceiling. He quickly looks away. Gathering a little bit more bravery, he looks again only to find his husband turning his face to meet his gaze. They both look away, face heating up. Yoongi sends a prayer to the universe for it's dark enough to hide his burning cheeks.
He looks at the ceiling again. The city lights coming in through the window dance on the ceiling. Yoongi traces the shadows with his eyes.. heartbeat slowing down as the time trickles away slowly. His eyes grow tired after a while and he slips into a dreamless sleep.
That's when Seokjin turns to his side facing his husband, who looks so serene, so cute. He wants to kiss the pout on his lips. He wants to kiss every part of his face. He wants to.. god.. he doesn't know how, without seeming like a creep jumping him. He reaches out to run his hands through his soft hair and with trembling hands caresses his face. He traces his eyebrows and his cute button nose and his smile lines until his thumb rests on his lower lips. When it dawns upon him what he is doing, he pulls his hand as if burnt. And if he stays awake till the sky brightens into a lighter shade of blue, looking at his husband, no one needs to know.
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Yoongi wakes up to the smell of toast and eggs. His stomach grumbles. He tosses and turns in bed before stretching like a cat. He rubs his eyes open then and freezes. He is not in his home. The memories of the day before return back to him and he frantically looks around the bedroom. He sighs in relief when he finds Seokjin is not there. He takes in a deep breath, lemongrass and alpha musk flooding his lungs. He can smell the notes of sweetness and tang so clearly here. He could ascend to heaven right now. Ever since he presented as an omega, this scent is all he had ever wanted. It makes his omega tremble and want to fall to its knees. His omega whines in his chest, he wants to nest here so bad. Shhhh.. he shuts up his omega.. self-restrain, he reminds himself. He can't just jump the alpha like a creep and roll on his sheets to scent it like a pervert.
Self-restrain.. Yoongi breaths out, calming himself.
The bedroom is simpler than the whole penthouse. The curtains are plain white. There's a pastel green bean bag in the corner by the side of the bookshelf beside the window and there's a study table with files stacked on it, a black night lamp and alarm clock. There's a simple wooden chair in front of it. Yoongi takes it all in as he roams around the bedroom. It looks humble and bare compared to the whole apartment. It looks even more homey, just like his Seokjin hyung.
Yoongi gasps remembering how he gets to call Seokjin hyung now. He covers his flushed face with his hands and silently screams. Oh my God.. how is he going to survive this?
There's a cupboard at one corner, fixed to the walls. Curiosity beats him as he stops in front of the cupboard and opens the door. He can't help but gasp when he finds it stuffed with blankets. His omegan instincts itch to touch those and knead. He reigns himself in but allows himself a quick touch. Some are velvet, others are woollen. Some are pure silk, others cotton.
There's one that is light as air and feels so soft, so smooth to Yoongi's touch that he almost purrs. They will put it at the feet of their nest to cover their feet, his omega decides. He has always been so particular about what to use for his feet. Yoongi gasps, mortified, realising how he was planning nests, standing in front of a cupboard, without even knowing if his husband will find it comfortable or not.
To calm himself down, he picks up his phone from beside the table. It's barely seven in the morning. But there's a hundred messages from Jimin and Jungkook, teasing him. He opens the group chat.
[O Me Gaaa-d (OMG)]
[Jungkookie]
>Good morning hyung. Hope u didn't sleep at night.
[Jiminie]
>Hyung if u are sore, I have this amazing ointment that makes every pain vanish.
[Jungkook]
>Hey! How come u never told me anything about this? ):<
[Jiminie]
Lmao as if you are not hyung2.0. You literally have zero game and probably are still a virgin :3
[Jungkookie]
Hey! I have game going alright in my life ):<
[Jiminie]
We know :3
It's 7 in the morning. Can y'all stop blowing up my phone?<
[Jiminie]
>Hyuuunngggg!!!!!
>Why are u up this early??
[Jungkookie]
>Maybe hyungie is just going to sleep? Goodnight hyungiee >3
No. I am not going back to sleep. Thank you very much. I am going through a crisis here<
[Jiminie]
>????
[Jungkookie]
>!!??
He was sooo respectful guys. Idk what to do now TT<
[Jiminie]
>Was the dick that good hyung
O my god!! Shup up!! We just slept.<
The kind where you just close your eyes and lay down<
[Jiminie]
>Heh?..
>One night you get your forever crush close to you. THAT TOO ON YOUR WEDDING NIGHT!
>And instead of jumping him, you sleep
>I'm not talking to u anymore. Ur hopeless
[Jungkookie]
>for real
>even I'm better than u
Yaa!!!!<
How can u tell me that?<
I raised u<
Hey! Are u really ignoring me??<
Unbelievable<
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Seokjin groans, lying down on the yoga mat, core muscles aching after a good two-hundred pushups. Going to the gym helped clearing his mind but also—
"Jin hyung, you are crazy for coming to the gym, 6am in the morning after your wedding night. You know that right?" Taehyung says in the middle of his crunches.
The only bad thing about going to gym early in the morning is coming face to face with his donsaengs.
"I won't even comment on hyung's stamina but couples face terrible instincts even weeks after mating, hyung. I don't know how you are even doing this. You truly are meant to be the superhuman CEO.", Namjoon is on the treadmill.
Seokjin goes red, "Shut up," he shouts, "we didn't mate!"
All three, even Hoseok, who was sipping his water, looks at him at that. And then all of them are crowding jin.
"What do you mean? You have not mated?!", Hoseok shouts.
Seokjin looks anywhere but at the curious eyes.
"Uh.. we are not that close.. we can't just. I mean.. I can't just make him uncomfortable," he reasons.
"Hyung, weren't you two childhood friends?", Taehyung questions.
"Acquaintances," Seokjin corrects.
"Acquaintance on whom you have massive crush," Taehyung recorrects.
"Unbelievable," Namjoon mumbles.
"It's not that easy Namjoon. I can't just jump him!", Seokjin tries again, heading towards the pull up bar.
"Not when the omega is equally in love with you!", Hoseok interrupts.
Seokjin turns back and eyes him weirdly, as if he suddenly is seeing an alien in front of him.
"You know, Park Jimin? He is a friend of Yoongi-ssi’s cousin, Jeon Jungkook. They have been friends for long, since high school I suppose," Hoseok explains.
“Ok,” Seokjin frowns. He did meet Park Jimin in his wedding. And Yoongi did seem close with him.
“Well.. you see… we go to the same dance class some days. We are kinda.. friends.”
“Friends with benefits, you mean?”, Namjoon whistles.
“Ugh. Just listen. According to him, Yoong-ssii has been head over heels for you since the day he presented. Or even before that. So suck it up and just jump him. He will probably be overjoyed,” Hoseok says at one go, not letting anyone interrupt him.
“Huh?” Seokjin’s heart does a little flip. Is Yoongi really in love with him? Should he-
“Hyung.” Taehyung shouts close to his ears, “You look like you have been struck by lightning.”
“Shut up,” Seokjin comes back to himself as he concentrates back on his pull ups.
Later when he slowly packs up to go home, he feels them looking at him.
“What?” He mumbles as he swipes his face with his towel.
“Hyung,” Taehyung says, suddenly hugging him from behind, “Congrats on your marriage man.”
“Thanks Tae,” Seokjin smiles. Taehyung has been his best friend since childhood. His youngest sibling. The funny and carefree one, lighting up his world.
He feels Namjoon hug him from the side too.
“What's up with y'all being all emotional on me now huh?” Seokjin chuckles.
“Just don't sabotage yourself hyung,” Namjoon whispers.
“I am so sure Yoongi-ssi likes you hyung. Jimin has been planning since eternity to make him confess and he has failed because Yoongi-ssi seems to be just as shy as you,” Hoseok says from somewhere behind.
“I am not shy,” Seokjin protests as Taehyung squeezes him with all his strength.
“Sure,” Namjoon chuckles.
“Just believe in your cousin hyung. And you will thank me forever,” Hoseok laughs.
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Yoongi freshens up and quickly goes to the kitchen. Unlike the whole apartment which is white and pristine, the kitchen is dark. There's wooden cabinets and dark quartz countertops. The morning light streams in from the big window. Seokjin really does love sunlight. Yoongi puts that information in a Seokjin labelled folder in his brain to lose his mind over later.
A woman in her late forties is setting up the table. She smells like a beta, hair pulled into a neat bun and eyebrows pulled into a frown as she keeps the plates on the table carefully.
Yoongi coughs to make his presence known and the woman looks at him and bows. Yoongi bows back.
"I am Yuri, Sir."
Yoongi nods.
"Thank you for cooking for us," Yoongi gives a polite smile.
"Um, I am generally not on cooking duty everyday. Junior Sir Kim generally cooks himself and was planning to do so himself today too but Senior Sir Kim insisted."
Yoongi nods again, feeling awkward. So Seokjin cooks. Could this person get any hotter?
The answer comes after a few minutes when Seokjin comes through the main door drenched in sweat, his lemongrass scent ever so potent with a tinge of thunderstorm. He is wearing a stupid tank top. There's a wet towel around his neck. And his arms are semi-flexed. Veins run down his hand like jewellery. Yoongi's knees would've buckled if he was not sitting on the sofa.
"Good morning Yoongi-ah", Seokjin beams.
Yoongi nods, his mouth feeling suddenly dry, tongue resting heavily on his palate.
Only when Seokjin leaves the drawing room, mumbling about taking a quick shower, Yoongi allows himself to exhale.
Did he just see Seokjin, post work-out? Does he always look so hot? The veins in his arms, his messy hair. God, Yoongi will faint, no.. he will die a sweet death.
Seokjin comes down the stairs soon enough. Dressed in a fresh T-shirt and half pants? He has never seen Seokjin dressed so casually before. He gulps. Whatever this man does, it seems to make Yoongi hot and bothered. He can't do this anymore. This is so painful to only want and want.
“Oh Yoongi-ah,” Seokjin smiles, and suddenly the room feels brighter, “I thought you had already started eating. You did not need to wait for me. Feel free here. This is your home too.”
“I wanted to have breakfast with you,” Yoongi smiles back politely. He can not mess this up now.
Yoongi sits down in his chair. Before he can move, Seokjin is there with a filled plate for him. Yoongi's omega preens. Does this alpha know what he is doing to Yoongi? He will get a heart-attack soon from sheer embarrassment.
Seokjin feels bold this morning. After what Hoseok has told him, he will push a little bit. He can initiate a few things. Right? He is an alpha after all. He will make Yoongi confess. He will confess. He is so close to living his dream. He just has to be patient and show Yoongi that he is safe. He can do that. He has loved Yoongi since so long after all.
“So.. um..,” Seokjin begins. The plan is simple. A date. Dressed as a business meet. Where Seokjin and Yoongi can chat a bit and get to know each other.
“There is this business meet, kinda like a party. Do you think you can be free this Friday?” Seokjin says smoothly.
Yoongi nods, “Of course. Business meets are important. Which one is it? The global rising one?”
“Yeah!”
“Isn't that just a party? The rich one? Where those obnoxious businessmen go to drink and get wasted? Don't they.. like book an entire hotel and stuff? ” Yoongi frowns. It's not really an important one.
“I mean every place can have a business opportunity if you make it,” Seokjin tries to be confident hoping his nervousness does not seep into his voice.
“Oh”
“You are still so skeptical about everything, Yoongichi,” Seokjin chuckles, immediately facepalming himself mentally for letting that nickname slip out.
Yoongi's breath stutters. He remembers. The time when they were kids and their parents used to meet up so often for business. And one such day, Seokjin was trying to catch fishes in their garden pond.
“You don't fish with bare hands.” Yoongi had explained. “Everything is possible if I try hard enough,” Seokjin had huffed.
“Ok we'll see.” Yoongi had said.
And Seokjin, even though so little, had managed to catch a small fish with his hand; it was not more than the size of his tiny fist. “Chamchi! Chamchi!,” he had yelled and came running to where Yoongi was riding a swing, “See! I told you!!”
“That's not a Chamchi,” Yoongi had pointed out. Seokjin had frowned, “ You are always doubting, Yoongichi!”
“Yoongichi?”
“Like a chamchi, you are a Yoongichi! Cute chamchi!” Seokjin had ran away after that but the memory makes Yoongi smile still. Maybe Yoongi had fallen for Seokjin sometime then.
“You remember?,” Yoongi mumbles, a little smile on his lips.
Seokjin looks flustered. He still looks so cute.
“It was a good time, back in those days. No work. Only passing the time slowly,” Yoongi continues.
“Yeah,” Seokjin agrees, “I had so much fun.”
“You obviously did,” Yoongi teases, “You were the resident troublemaker after all.”
“Hey!,” Seokjin protests, “I was a good kid.”
Yoongi just shakes his head and giggles.
Seokjin's breath catches in his throat. Oh, what wouldn't he give to hear those giggles forever.
“So are we going to the party?”, Seokjin asks after a while.
“Hm,” Yoongi hums as he sips the fruit juice, “Let’s go. You caught that chamchi after all.”
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The week goes by pretty fast. Because of the transfer of power. Seokjin now co-owns Min technologies with Yoongi and Yoongi co-owns Kim technologies. It's paperworks and more paperworks. More schedules. A million meetings. Seokjin looks through the company data with immaculate precision that makes Yoongi need fresh air. Yoongi leads the company with a strength that makes Seokjin lose his words. And most often the day ends with a tired Yoongi and a tired Seokjin dozing off in the car while returning home at midnight and if one evening Yoongi's head falls on Seokjin's shoulder and Seokjin rests his head on Yoongi's hair while sleeping, no one needs to know (apart from Seokjin).
On Friday night, however, both return early in the evening, a little past six. Yoongi dials Jimin the moment Seokjin enters the shower.
“Hello hyung! Did you finally get that dick?”, Jimin’s voice floats through the receiver excited as ever.
“Shut up!”, Yoongi whisper-yells, “I have thirty minutes to get ready for a party. Tell me what I need to wear. Fast.”
“Woah. Woah.. wait wait… where is that coming from. Is it a date?”
“I don't know Jimin. This is our first ever outing together. I don't know what to wear!?!”
“Okay.. okay… calm down. Tell me now. Is it a formal meeting?”
“I don't think so..”
“Oh… so a date hidden behind business meet”
“Jimin..”
“You have your maroon shirt? The one you wore for Jungkookie’s birthday?”
“Yeah.”
“Wear that with your black pants. Fold up your sleeves and wear your black choker. Leave the first two buttons open.”
“Jiminah.. wouldn't that be too-”
“Stop sabotaging yourself hyung. Wear this and go get that dick!”
“Jimin-ah!!”
The line goes dead. Obviously Jimin with cut the call after saying something that scandalous. Yoongi goes to the closet. His maroon shirt is there all right, hanging from the hanger. He picks it up. Maroon it is, Yoongi nods.
Yoongi takes his time dressing up. Sprays his favourite perfume that enhances his scent and makes sure the choker presses just right against his throat. He gulps and with all the bravery he had, he opens the first button of his shirt showing a sliver of milky skin. With that he goes out.
He sucks in a breath when he sees Seokjin in his grey shirt. He has his sleeves folded up too and is standing against the sofa like some model. Yoongi greets him politely nodding at him.
Seokjin swears mentally when he sees Yoongi. Is that a choker? He averts his gaze to clear his thoughts. Did he fucking leave the first two buttons of his shirt open? Holy shit. Seokjin gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly; he is not going to survive this. He smiles at Yoongi nervously and walks towards the garage.
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The party is luxurious as they usually are in their circle. There's drinks and there's food. And there's obviously limelight on the heirs of the largest electronic company. There's handshakes and negotiations hidden between unsolicited advice. There's fake laughs and awkward nods of acknowledgement. Yoongi hates these generally. But today it doesn't seem so bad when Seokjin is beside him, making small talks and cracking dad jokes with broody old businessmen and guiding him through the crowd with a hand on his back. It's nice. Especially the wine that is sloshing in his glass every time he moves with Seokjin. He is glad he can drink a lot. It may be his third glass or fourth or fifth- uh- sixth maybe but he can think straight he swears. His husband's face just looks more handsome, glittering, reflecting all the lights in the room.
Seokjin looks so handsome, he can't fathom how he is married to the most beautiful man he has ever seen. His lemongrass scent is ever so delicious. Yoongi wants to kiss him, he realises. His shiny jet black hair and the sharp bend of his nose and those pink petal like lips that look so soft. His omega is howling inside him, like a wild animal. This is his alpha and he is not carrying Yoongi's scent and is not claimed. He wants to lick his neck and his face too and...Yoongi shakes his head, the lights seeming a little brighter as he does so.
When Yoongi is on his sixth glass of wine, Seokjin panics a little. As much as he wants to give any and everything his husband wishes for, this place is filled with snakes and one wrong move and one slip in their behaviour can be difficult for their company. Maybe he is stupid for thinking he can have a date with Yoongi here. Stupid alpha!
He can feel Yoongi slowly losing grip. The orange blossoms in his scent is getting sweeter and making his heart pace.
"I think we had enough drinks", Seokjin slowly nudges him forward towards the table. He takes the glass from Yoongi's loose grip and guides them both to table.
"Let's eat."
Yoongi nods blankly, unable to shift his gaze from Seokjin's mesmerizing face. His skin is buzzing a bit. He wants to kiss Seokjin so bad.
The food is delicious. But he barely notices as he sits beside Seokjin, chewing mechanically, trying to control his instincts. The buzzing under his skin simmers down into a low flame as Yoongi chews the meat.
Seokjin talks about business and random gossip which makes Yoongi laugh a little too hard. Could this alpha become any more attractive?
When he finishes his food, Seokjin whispers, "Feeling better, Yoongichi?"
Yoongi gulps. The nickname sends a shiver down his spine. He nods, unable to trust his voice.
"You look red. And you keep shivering. You are okay, right?" Seokjin really looks concerned from the corner of his eye.
Okay? He is amazing. His omega is preening. Before Yoongi can nod, a hand is there on his forehead, checking his temperature. The touch is cold but also electric, making his omega crazy.
"Your skin is warm." Seokjin states, worry lacing his words.
"That's because of you! Your scent and your handsome face is making my omega go crazy!",Yoongi blurts, alcohol making his tongue loose, words slurring a little. Wine was definitely a wrong choice.
Yoongi's eyes become like saucers, blood rushing to his face. Seokjin is frozen. He definitely made a mistake. God.. he needs the Earth to swallow him up into its depths.
He turns to the other side quickly, as much as he can while sitting on the chair. His heartbeat is frantic. And sweat is beading on his forehead. He just told Seokjin he finds him and his scent intoxicating like some creepy stalker. His thoughts jumble in panic. And as much as he wants to apologise and blame it on the drinks, his omega refuses to do so and shushing his omega is becoming increasingly difficult as more time goes. "I-", he begins.
Seokjin was glitching since he heard those words. Hoseok, his beloved cousin, was right after all. His omega is crashing out because it finds his alpha attractive. His alpha howls at his chest determined to claim the beautiful omega. But what grounds him to reality is the slight tinge of panic and nervousness in Yoongi's scent, making it a little sour.
"It's okay, Yoongichi. Tell your omega that my alpha goes crazy too thinking about you and your cute face," Seokjin's voice has a little tremor to it that Yoongi has never noticed before.
Seokjin just desperately wanted to calm his omega. But what he says also makes himself panic. Did he just confess that he finds Yoongi cute? His alpha nods its head, satisfied at Yoongi's sweetening scent.
Yoongi slowly turns to his husband only to find him looking downwards at the wine swirling in his glass and then he takes a sip slowly, with so much grace that Yoongi feels like he can't breathe. Yoongi belatedly remembers that it is the same glass he was drinking from earlier. And the thought makes heat rush to every cell of this body until his core feels like it's on fire. He averts his gaze.
Did Seokjin just say that he finds Yoongi attractive too? Is- what? His brain is blank and frozen, unable to form thoughts and opinions but his omega is rolling and showing it's belly.
It wants to claim and be claimed so furiously.
"I need to go to the washroom. Excuse me," Yoongi mumbles before he gets up and almost runs.
Meanwhile Seokjin remains rooted in his seat, not knowing what to do. He has to face Yoongi anyway. His alpha agrees. He needs to tell him someday that he loves his husband and has loved him for a while. Maybe they wouldn't behave awkwardly after that. Even if Yoongi doesn't like Seokjin and his jokes, maybe he will give him a chance. They are husbands after all. Maybe he will finally be able to get a chance to have Yoongi in his arms, to kiss his cute button nose and lick up his smooth porcelain skin.. No. Seokjin shakes his head. He really needs to find ways to control his alpha.
Yoongi washes his hands slowly, thoroughly, taking all the time he needs. Seokjin had just confessed that he finds Yoongi attractive and Yoongi had also confessed about his attraction. This is the perfect time, Yoongi's omega whispers to him. Yoongi nods absentmindedly. If he doesn't take this chance to make a move, then he will lose the best chance of his life. He takes a deep breath and flinches as the door of the restroom flies open.
There is a man who looks like he is in his late thirties. The first two buttons of his shirt are undone and his sleeves are rolled back. His alpha musk stinks the entire washroom, heavy and bitter. His hair has gotten messy but was clearly styled previously. And looking at his branded clothes, Yoongi guesses that he must be another ill-mannered son of some business, called as a guest.
Before he can think any further, the man shoves him aside to reach the sink. The back of his head bangs against the wall behind in the process and his vision fogs momentarily. When his vision clears up after a second or two, Yoongi quickly looks at the door that's open ajar and then at the man washing his face vigorously at the sink. He has sobered up from the incident and he quickly reigns in his scent and runs towards the door.
Before he knows what is happening he gets pinned to the wall again, shoved hard against it. This time the impact lands on his shoulder which starts to throb. However the man gives it no time to heal as he grabs his wrists and pins his hands above his head, sending a sharp pain at his shoulder joint.
The sound that escapes Yoongi is a distressed omegan chirp and the man seems to enjoy it.
"Where do you think you are going, doll?", his voice is rough and his words are slurred. He reeks of alcohol. Yoongi wants to vomit.
"Let me go!!", Yoongi uses the last of his courage to scream, "when you know who I am, you will regret it!"
"Will I now, doll?", the man slurs, "And who will beat me up? You are unscented by an alpha which means I am free to claim you.." the man laughs as he inches closer to his neck.
The man's grip on his wrist loosens a bit in the process and Yoongi takes full advantage of it. He knees his stomach making the man gasp and pulls his hands free. And just when he thought he was free to run, he gets slammed against the wall again.
There is a hand on his throat, restricting his airways.
"You are not so brave now, are you doll?" The man moves closer and chuckles close to his ears. And this time unadulterated panics bubbles up in Yoongi's chest. His eyes blur and throat constricts with the lack of air.
"Help.." Yoongi chokes. His hand pushes against the man's chest with all his might. But his strength is barely enough to even move him a little. He hears the man chuckle again. His vision blurs a little more.
"Please let me go..", there's black spots in his vision, "My husband is waiting-"
There's a groan and he can suddenly breathe. He gasps and takes lungfuls of air. He slumps against the wall and slides down as his legs give up. There's more sounds of groans and grunts of pain. Yoongi rubs his teary eyes and blinks again and there's Seokjin, his Jin hyung. But his usual calm and kind face looks borderline feral. His pupils are red and blown wide. He is holding the man's collar, who is lying on the ground and his husband, his Jin hyung is on top of him. He punches the man right across the face with a ferocity Yoongi has never seen.
“How dare you touch MY omega, Kang?", Seokjin growls, it's a pure alpha growl that makes Yoongi's hair stand, "How dare you hurt MY omega?" The room is filled with lemongrass and thunderstorm and alpha rage.
Yoongi's confused and scared omega however takes it negatively. His eyes become glassy with tears and another distressed chirp slips through his lips. And just like that Seokjin looks at him and slumps down, as if a switch goes off in his head and all the fight leaves him in a second. He shoves the man aside and rushes to Yoongi.
He examines his throat and his hands and his wrists, brushing his hands against the reddened skin. He guides him to stand and then, everything after that goes in a blur. Seokjin takes his hands and gets out of the washroom. He barks out some orders to a few people that Yoongi is too blank to make out. All he focuses on is Seokjin's warm hand in his and his soft lemongrass scent. His skin itches where that man had touched him. His omega is desperate to remove any and every scent of that man clinging to his skin. He just wants Seokjin to scent him. But he doesn't know how. He feels like crying. And just like that he finds himself in front of their car in the parking lot, Seokjin's gentle hand guiding him to it.
Seokjin calls their driver and faces him. And suddenly Seokjin's hand are leaving his. Yoongi panics and looks up at his face. And then he is getting rounded up against their car. This doesn't feel suffocating like it felt in the washroom, it feels safe, like he is home. A pair of hands are cupping his face. The touch is so warm, gentle, loving that Yoongi tilts his face and nuzzles into the palm like a cat starving for touch. His omega purrs inside. And this is when the reality of what just happened to him finally catches up to him— the helplessness, the panic, the suffocation. What would have happened if Jin hadn't reached on time? He can feel tears rolling down his cheeks. Jin looks concerned but Yoongi doesn't know how to stop his tears.
"Oh sweetheart," Seokjin wipes his tears with his thumb, "shh..", he shushes," I am here now. You are with me now.. hm.. you're fine.."
That's all it takes for the dam to break. Yoongi sobs and lunges forward, hugging the alpha. He fists his husband's shirt, clinging to him like he would vanish the moment he loses grip, and buries his face in his chest taking in lungfuls of his calming scent.
Seokjin's hand hovers over his shoulders and back, heart almost in his throat from how hard it's beating. He doesn't know if he should hug back. Would a hug make his omega uncomfortable?
"I was so scared," Yoongi croaks.
Seokjin's heart breaks into pieces at the broken confession. The hand that was hovering on Yoongi's shoulder slowly rests on his back and the other hand snakes around his tiny waist in an attempt to pull him closer, to guard him from any and every possible danger on this planet. He pats his back and caresses his head and releases calming pheromones until Yoongi's shoulder stops shaking and his cries turn into tired sobs.
"Take me home.. please alpha," Yoongi's voice is hoarse against his chest.
Seokjin doesn't need to be told twice. The word alpha sends a jolt through him. He coaxes Yoongi out of his arms and wipes his face with his handkerchief. Yoongi protests saying it will get dirty, apologising profusely for ruining his shirt. Seokjin doesn't listen ofcourse. He holds Yoongi's chin, wipes down his cheeks and nose and when Yoongi starts apologising, he shushes him down and presses his forefinger to his lips.
"I am so sorry that I was late, baby," Seokjin whispers.
"You didn't know-", Yoongi protests.
"Let's go home hun.." Seokjin shuts him up and opens the door for him. He guides him inside. And shuffles inside after him.
Only then does Yoongi realise the driver was already there. He blushes wondering how much of he had seen. But Seokjin is his alpha, his omega huffs, he can hug him and lick him and the world shouldn't bat an eye. Yoongi shushes his omega, scandalised.
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The car ride back home is silent. Yoongi's eyes look glassy as he sits on the other side, looking out from the window. Seokjin can see his lower lip trembling. Seokjin wants to reach for Yoongi's hands, to soak him in his scent, to calm him down. He wants to hold Yoongi in his arms and shield him from any and every danger out there. His alpha is pacing and clawing at his chest, desperately wanting to scent the omega and put a claim on him so no one dares to try anything funny ever. The alcohol in his system just worsens everything, his patience is wearing thin and so is his self-restrain. His driver is coughing awkwardly and glancing at both of them. He is probably stinking up the room with his pheromones. God, he really needs to get a grip of the situation or maybe just get a grip of Yoongi's hand. And the alcohol makes him do just that.
Every red light, Seokjin scoots a little closer to Yoongi. And finally after scooting a centimeter for the fourth time, Seokjin finally gathers all his liquor courage and attempts to hold his husband's hand that is resting on his lap. But at that exact moment, Yoongi lifts his hand to rub his eyes. Seokjin's hand lands on his thighs. Both Seokjin and Yoongi freeze and look at the hand and then at each other. And before Jin can remove his hand, Yoongi's hand finds his. He rests his hand on top of his and slowly interwines their fingers.
Seokjin turns his hand so their palms touch, "Are you okay?"
Yoongi nods and squeezes his hand.
And just like that their hands rest on Yoongi's lap for the rest of the journey.
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Yoongi doesn't wait even a minute after crossing the threshold of their penthouse. He rushes to the bathroom. The shower is scalding hot. And he scrubs his skin until it's pink to make sure not even a trace of Kang's scent is left on his skin. His skin crawls every time he remembers the dirty words Kang had whispered and he rubs his skin a little harder.
When he gets out, Seokjin is sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. He looks freshly showered too. And he obviously looks devastatingly handsome. He looks up from the phone and gives a polite smile. Yoongi averts his eyes because since when has he ever been able to meet his piercing gaze. He gulps down the glass of water kept on the bedside table and swiftly moves under the covers. He lies on his side like every other day. The happenings of the day keep catching up to him, things he could have done to avoid the situation, things that could have gone differently and maybe he wouldn't have had to feel that disgusting gaze on him. He feels nauseous when he thinks about the suffocation when he was choked. He presses his face into the pillow. His omega urges him to make a nest, protect himself and alpha. Amidst all this, he doesn't even notice when Seokjin has switched off the lights and shuffled into the covers.
Seokjin and his alpha after so long agree on a thing. They both want their omega in their arms, protected from every danger. For that he needs to hug his omega first. They have already passed that step once today, Seokjin calculates in his mind. It won't be too difficult. But God, it's so difficult for him. He doesn't want to make his omega uncomfortable. He gathers up all his courage and slowly snakes his hand around Yoongi's waist. He feels Yoongi freeze.
Yoongi's breath hitches when he feels a hand snake around his waist. All the thoughts of the day buzzing in his head like overworked honeybees melts into honey. It fills into his blood vessels and drags along its walls sending electricity down his spine. Seokjin's hands are warm and so comfortable like a weighted blanket. Yoongi never wants to get up if this is a dream. But he can also feel the nervousness radiating from Seokjin, his fingers trembling a bit. And when Seokjin's hand starts slowly retracting nervously after a while, he and his omega unitedly whimper. Finally he has his husband's, his alpha's hands around him and he can't and won't let it go. And he can't differentiate his will and his instincts when he grabs Jin's retracting hand and interwines their fingers, putting it back around his waist.
It's Seokjin's turn to freeze. His omega wants to be close to him! He will not sabotage himself, he promises. He will not overthink this time.
Yoongi's hands are soft against his but also cold. He rubs his thumb at the back of Yoongi's hand in an attempt to warm him up.
His alpha urges him to shift closer. And for once he gives into his instincts. He shifts closer before he can debate with himself and pulls Yoongi closer to him, making sure he can feel his body heat. Yoongi must never feel cold, his alpha agrees. But he also doesn't want to make his husband uncomfortable.
"Are you okay with this?," he whispers close to Yoongi's ears.
Yoongi shivers as he nods. Seokjin pulls him closer to his chest thinking he is feeling cold. It makes their legs tangle and oh.. he is so close to his neck this way. Before Seokjin can stop himself, he buries his face in the omega's neck. Yoongi doesn't freeze this time, he simply sighs and presses his face harder into the pillow to give his husband more access. Something settles in him. Seokjin's calming pheromones finally seeps into his skin and his muscles relax.
His response only encourages Seokjin, he licks at his neck. Yoongi takes a deep breath and goes completely pliant. Seokjin takes his scent gland into his mouth, presses his tongue to it. He nibbles at his skin. Yoongi gasps when he licks a stripe on his neck. Heat fills his veins and makes his stomach swoop and flutter like a firefly.
He has been waiting to be scented by his alpha for so long, ever since he came to know about what scenting is and what it means back during his late teens. But he didn't know it feels so all-consuming, like he is on fire under the sea. His omega rejoices because they have finally crossed the line in the relationship and so does Yoongi. And this brings him more courage as he slowly turns to look into the eyes of his alpha. He is going to ask for the thing that he fantasised all his life. He is going to be brave.
Yoongi's eyes are mesmerising. They are the darkest shade of brown, almost black, like the universe is hidden behind it. The city lights from the window reflect on his pupils and make them twinkle like stars. What he had been doing finally catches up to Seokjin and his cheeks heat up. God.. he had been scenting the omega without any permission. Did he make him angry? Is Yoongi upset? He pushes his alpha down who urges to scent the omega some more and prepares himself to apologise but Yoongi speaks first, "Alpha."
The word makes Seokjin lose this breath every time his husband says it. His alpha whom he so diligently tries to push back against, roars to life.
The bravery with which he starts speaking leaves Yoongi the moment he looks into the alpha's eyes. It has always been like that. Yoongi can not meet his eyes ever. His throat dries up and he forgets his words. But the alpha is looking at him so expectantly. Yoongi tries again, "Ca-can you.." he stutters and facepalms himself in his mind. It seems like giving outstanding presentations in boardrooms does not ensure good speaking skills.
"Can you..umm." Yoongi tries again without stuttering.
He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to complete the sentence in one go.
"Can I what, omega? Tell alpha.", Seokjin whispers so gently as he cups his cheek.
Yoongi's cheeks burn as he opens his eyes. There's an encouraging smile on Seokjin's face but there's a light command in his voice and that's what makes it so much easier to voice his thoughts, "Can you hold me tonight, alpha?", he blurts.
Seokjin looks shocked. Unable to be understand if it's a positive or negative reaction, Yoongi adds, "I think I r-really need it,"
Yoongi averts his gaze, unable to take any rejection.
"Oh sweetheart. Take anything you need from alpha. I am here for you," The nickname pulls a shiver from Yoongi. But he wastes no time after the alpha so sweetly gives him all the permission he needs.
He pushes Seokjin on his back and gets on top of him. Seokjin startles a bit but he doesn't stop him. With his legs on both sides, Yoongi rests his head on Seokjin's chest. Seokjin's heart is fast, just like his. And it comforts Yoongi to know that he also affects the alpha the same way he gets affected by him.
Seokjin can't believe he finally has his omega in his arms. He slowly wraps his hands around the omega and caresses his sides and back. He puts a gentle kiss on his head and pulls the blanket over them. Seokjin can definitely get used to this.
"Comfortable?", there's a smile in his voice.
Yoongi nods and scoots over a bit and buries his face in his neck. He drinks up the lemongrass scent like a starving animal. He feels every muscle of his body go lax like a puddle of honey. The eyelids go heavy and so does his tongue. His lungs seem to be both full of air but also devoid of it.
"Can we do this tomorrow as well, please hyung?", he doesn't know if his voice comes out clearly with how sleepy he feels. He doesn't know how he will fall asleep without Seokjin's arms around him anymore the next day. All his thoughts have clot into a ball of wool and every thought seeps into the other making his head messy. Oh.. this is even better than alcohol, Yoongi thinks.
Seokjin smiles against Yoongi's hair. He wraps his hands around him a little tighter. Silly guy. Only if he knew that Seokjin never plans on letting him leave his arms ever now.
"We can do this everyday," he teases and adds in a low voice into his ears, "or.. maybe even more."
And for the first time Seokjin becomes very pleased when Yoongi shivers.
Yoongi almost purrs. He pulls back to look into the alpha's eyes. His eyes aren't sharp and strict like he used to believe. He can't believe he never saw the love in his eyes before. He is a fool. He is stupid. Stupidly shy. He wants to kick his feet in embarrassment. He missed so many opportunities. But he won't lose anything now. Not when the alpha looks so handsome in his bed hair with a kind smile on his face.
Yoongi leans in and plants a soft kiss on his husband's cheek and loves it when Seokjin's ears go a little red.
"Even this?," he mimics the alpha and whispers into his ears, loving it when his ears go even redder.
Seokjin's cheek burns where Yoongi has kissed him. But he refuses to shy away tonight. Not when Yoongi so sweetly has broken out of his shell. So he turns his face, meeting his eyes with Yoongi and whispers, "Even this."
And that's the only warning Yoongi gets before Seokjin crashes his lips into his.
The kiss is better than anything Yoongi has experienced. It's slow. Seokjin's lips are as pillowy as they look. They move against his lips in a rhythm that steals all his breath away. Seokjin tastes sweet and citrusy and so intoxicating. Yoongi’s hand curls into the alpha's shirt in an attempt to ground himself. But he can't. He feels drunk. The world seems blurry and muffled outside this bubble. The kiss is all-consuming, sending sparks of lightning down his spine to his fingers. His toes curl. His heartbeat picks up a rhythm that doesn't seem humanly possible, throbbing relentlessly at his pulse points.
Yoongi tries to mimic the movements with his inexperienced clumsiness, but his lack of breath makes him fail. So he takes and takes. He takes whatever Seokjin has to offer. So he doesn't even resist when Seokjin nudges his mouth open with his tongue or when he tangles their tongues together. Not when Seokjin's mouth tastes so sweet and so warm. He just tilts his head and takes it for once.
Seokjin's mouth leaves his and just when he thought he could breathe, Seokjin licks stripes down his neck to his shoulders. Yoongi's breath hitches as Seokjin rolls him down on the bed so that he lays down and Seokjin hovers on top of him, pushing himself up with his elbows. They look into each other's eyes for a long time, faces just a breath apart.
“Alpha..”, Yoongi mewls, actions now totally governed by his instincts.
“Yes baby,” Seokjin looks sincerely at him.
“More kisses, please,” Yoongi would probably slap himself when he remembers tomorrow how pathetic he sounded.
Seokjin doesn't need to be told twice. He captures his lips into another toe-curling kiss that takes all of Yoongi's breath away. He licks his mouth and claims every part of it until all Yoongi can taste is Seokjin. Seokjin's weight presses into him like a weighted blanket and Yoongi feels there's nowhere safer than this. And when Seokjin groans into his mouth, Yoongi thinks this must be his sweet death as he responds with a moan.
They kiss and kiss and kiss until Yoongi can't stop his omega anymore. He purrs, the sounds rusty from disuse but rhythmic. He feels Seokjin smile against his neck where he had been leaving open-mouthed kisses earlier. They stay there like that for a while, in complete tranquility, bones turned into jelly and muscles into syrup, absolutely scent drunk. When their heads clear a little, both of them burn a bright red, looking anywhere but towards each other.
Seokjin clears his throat, moving from top of Yoongi and taking his place beside him. Yoongi can't stop the whimper escaping through his lips, head still a little fuzzy.
His alpha doesn't want him near? It feels like someone snatched a safety blanket from him.
Seokjin looks at him concerned, “What happened Yoongichi?”
And there's that nickname again, the one that makes his heart flutter.
“I-”, Yoongi whimpers, “Stay close, please,” his eyes go glassy as he adds, “ at least for today?”
“Of course, baby,” Seokjin pulls him into his arms.
Yoongi settles, his nose close to Seokjin's scent gland, tension leaving his body.
“I don't think I can fall asleep without this anymore, hyung,” Yoongi slurs after a while, drunk on scent again.
Seokjin caresses his back, “Then you fall asleep like this everyday from now on.”
“Really?” Yoongi pulls his head to look into his husband’s eyes.
Seokjin nods as he chuckles, “Really.”
“Then..” Yoongi starts hesitantly.
“Then what, baby?,”Seokjin urges.
“Then.. can- can I make a nest too?”Yoongi asks, sounding unsure, voice low.
“Of course,” his husband smiles, as if it's the most obvious answer in the universe, “The blankets are kept, washed and ready to use, inside the cupboard. I told them to wash away all the scents. I didn't know what you liked. So I bought some of all the varieties available. Didn't you like them, hmm?”
“They are for me?” There's stars in Yoongi's eyes.
“Obviously,” Seokjin laughs, “My alpha doesn't know how to nest, Yoongichi.”
“Then can I nest now, alpha?” Yoongi asks eagerly. His omega has been itching to nest from the moment it got to know about those blankets.
Seokjin slowly sits up, looking fondly at his husband. Such a cutie. As if Seokjin wouldn't bring the moon to him if he asks for it. “Go on, baby. Alpha will wait,” he says as he goes to sit on the chair.
Yoongi works fast after that. He rushes to the cupboard and pulls out the blankets. They are a lot and don't even fit in his arms. He stumbles as he moves, unable to see the front. Seokjin is there at an inhuman speed. He catches him and stabilises him on his feet. He murmurs a soft “be careful” into Yoongi’s hair and then takes all the blankets from him and without any effort dumps them on the bed. Yoongi's omega preens, “Thank you alpha.”
Seokjin doesn't reply. He simply turns and gives Yoongi a kiss on his forehead before walking to go sit on the chair again. Yoongi's heart flutters. If this is a dream, he never wants it to end. How did he get this lucky?
He doesn't wait anymore, his omega keen on making a perfect nest for them. He layers up the blankets just the way he wants and bunches them up at the corners to make a fort. He drags the blankets based on their materials, softer ones going on top. He shifts and drags and pulls until the nest feels okay. He looks around until his eyes find the alpha looking at him with an unreadable expression. He swallows his nerves, “Alpha.. umm. Can you- uh”
“Yes omega, tell alpha what you want?”, the alpha's voice comes out raspy and deep, making goosebumps rise on Yoongi's skin.
Yoongi swallows a final time, “Will you- um.. uh.. scent the nest, alpha?” He looks at him with big eyes, “Doesn't feel safe without your scent.”
Seokjin walks up to the bed, pupils dilated. Their omega wants their scent in the nest. Their scent feels safe to him. Oh. This must be his fever dream. He must have died somehow. He stands there for a while, trying to control his alpha roaring in his chest, eager to pounce on the omega, to claim him in this instant. He takes a deep breath, lungs filling with sweet orange blossoms.
Yoongi sits straighter, as the alpha looks at him with the gaze of a predator. He feels naked, his omega lying on his back, ready to submit, ready to present himself for their alpha. The tension feels so tangible, taut as a wire ready to snap any moment. Yoongi swallows, throat feeling unnaturally dry.
“Sweetheart, may I come inside?,” Seokjin's voice is so unbearably soft when he speaks that whatever tension had developed, evaporated as if it never existed. Seokjin smiles fondly at him and Yoongi melts. Of course this alpha would be so respectful, asking for permission to enter his omega's nest. Of course this alpha would be perfect. He pats the space beside him, smiling back.
Seokjin gets in. Yoongi smiles as he sees Seokjin struggle to ensure none of the things get disarranged in the process. Silly alpha. Doesn't he know Yoongi is ready to build a thousand more nests for him if he ends up disarranges one? When Seokjin sits beside him he tells the alpha again to scent their nest, because now he knows that his alpha is so stupidly respectful. He watches as the alpha lays down and rubs his neck on the sheets and pillows, confident that the alpha's instincts will know when to stop.
It takes a few minutes before Seokjin stop, breathing heavily and looking at the omega with those darkened eyes.
“Come here baby. Should we sleep hun?”
Yoongi scrambles to lay his side and Seokjin pulls him into his arms and pulls the covers up, tucking them both in.
“Feels safe,” Yoongi slurs.
“Yeah?,” Seokjin mumbles into his neck, “Me too. Want my omega safe always.”
“Yours?” Yoongi's heart feels warm.
“Aren't you mine, baby?” Seokjin says playfully.
“Uhm.. yours. Always. Been yours since the moment you caught that chamchi,” Yoongi's voice is so soft.
Seokjin laughs, shoulders shaking and pulls back to look at his eyes. Yoongi's eyes glint with mischief but the pink in his cheeks say otherwise.
“That long?”, Seokjin teases.
Yoongi pretends to think and then smiles into Seokjin’s neck, “Actually.. it's longer than that.” He is so glad he doesn't have to look into his husband's eyes while saying this. His conscience at the back of his reprimands him through a fog of intoxication. He is probably going to evaporate from embarrassment tomorrow.
Or maybe not. Not when Seokjin mumbles into his neck,“Me too. Aish.. we lost so much time..”
“No way.. you liked me that long too?” Yoongi's head clears a bit. If he was so head over heels and Seokjin was also head over heels in love, then who was actually driving the bus all this while. Maybe Jimin. His omega supplies. After all, he was the most eager about Yoongi pursuing the love of his life. He must be the worst bus driver.
“Why wouldn't I fall in love with the prettiest omega I have seen, huh? I was head over heels the moment you walked into class that day with the most delicious scent on the planet.” Seokjin continues, as if Yoongi hasn't already melted into a puddle; as if Yoongi's heart was not going to burst.
“You love me?”Yoongi feels silly asking the question. But oh, he needs to know. He needs to know so bad.
Seokjin doesn't regret confessing, saying the big word. It was so long due after all. He doesn't want to pressure Yoongi though. He just wants his feelings to be out in the open, just existing in between them till Yoongi can one day hopefully claim it and return it to him.
“Yeah for a long time. You don't have to say it back, baby.”
Yoongi's omega huffs, throwing a tantrum. What does the alpha even mean by saying that he doesn't need to say it back? He can and will claim his alpha, his husband as his.
“But I love you too!”
Seokjin is surprised but also elated. He chuckles, “You do?”
The omega shrugs as if it is the most obvious answer, “Yeah, loved you always. The most handsome alpha, respectful and kind. How could I not love you?”
Seokjin can feel blood rushing into his cheeks, heating them up. And honestly it's a valid reaction when the love of your life compliments you, his alpha agrees.
“Aish.. and I used to think you hated me.”
Yoongi's eyes turn into saucers. “Hated you? Never. And I thought you didn't care even a little about me!!”
Seokjin huffs and defends, “I tried to woo you. Brought you gifts! Saved seats for you! But you refused!! Didn't even look at me. Never met my gaze. I even joined the Basketball team for you, but you left the team the next day.” Seokjin sounds sad at the last part.
“Oh hyung.. it's all my fault,” Yoongi gives Seokjin a peck, eyes regretful, “I didn't know what to do with the huge huge crush I had on you. And all the people in my class and yours… like almost the whole uni was after you . So I decided to ignore you to protect my feelings,” Yoongi continues, pouting, “And you were so friendly with everyone. And those stupid omegas used to flirt with you and you.. you smiled all the time at them!! You never smiled at me!”
Seokjin laughs loudly.
“So what I am figuring is we both were shy and stupid and sabotaged our relationship.”
“I love my shy alpha”, Yoongi feels bold now, as he nuzzles into his husband's neck. There's nothing to hide anymore. His feelings are out in the open.
“But aren't you the shiest person?”, Seokjin counters back.
“Nope. Hyung is shier than me,” Yoongi says, teasing him.
“Hmph.. let's sleep, I have so much love to shower you with from tomorrow. I have to make up for the lost time.” Seokjin nuzzles back into Yoongi's neck, scenting him till his eyes grow heavy.
Together, tangled in their nest, both probably get the best sleep of their life.
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Epilogue:
“Yoongichi.. someone's knocking.. I think they arrived baby.. let me go.. umph”
Yoongi swallows up his next words as he captures his lips, hands around his husband's neck and standing on his toes.
They kiss until someone raps on their door with a little more strength, in hopes to make it louder.
Yoongi pays it no mind and quickly rubs his face on the mating bite on Seokjin's neck. It's been a fortnight and it has completely healed. Good because Yoongi wants his alpha drenched in his scent always. He tilts his head and Seokjin gets the cue, scenting Yoongi. Oh he loves carrying his husband's scent.
Yoongi finally moves away after giving a final peck, leaving Seokjin with the batter for the cake. He opens the door and immediately has a handful of Jungkook in his arms.
“I missed you hyungieee!!”, Jungkook drawls, one feet off the ground like the princess he is. Jimin is there behind him, holding Yoongi’s favourite cookie box.
“It's just been a month since the wedding, Kookie,” Yoongi smiles.
“It felt like eternity,” Jungkook whines, swaying slowly as he hugs Yoongi. Jimin agrees from behind.
Yoongi and Seokjin move around the kitchen with practised ease. Their actions compliment each other. Jungkook sits on the counter, munching away on a big piece of cake. And that's when the alphas arrive. They enter the room like a storm, voices overlapping each other as they bicker, pulling each other's legs.
“And who bet that Seokjin hyung will marry first? Me!”, Hoseok argues.
“I said first that he will marry Yoongi hyung! So the money is mine!,” Taehyung scowls as he takes off his shoes.
“But I bet that they won't mate on the wedding night! So the money is mine!!,” Namjoon fires back.
Both Seokjin and Yoongi gape at them. The audacity of betting on their marriage and the audacity to discuss it in front of them, in their house. Insane.
“You know what, you should divide that money, because I am never giving you three any money from now on,” Seokjin suggests.
“Hyung you can't do that!”
“It was just a game!”
“Don't take it seriously, oh my god!!”
Yoongi sighs, tuning out the chaos as the alphas decide to fight like toddlers. He looks at the omegas. Jimin is busy giggling away and recording on his phone. And Jungkook? His gaze is focused. Yoongi followes his gaze only to see, it is transfixed on Namjoon. If his parted lips and pink cheeks are anything to go by then Yoongi is sure this might be a start of something? Oh he loves this get-together already.