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Namjoon and his mate have fostered enough feral omegas now that he isn't surprised when Jungkook needs to be disciplined again two days later, even with how sweet he was after that first time.
There are small things that they continue to do to settle him, of course — lighter scoldings when Jungkook does something rude without realizing it, or when he doesn't come to dinner one evening when he's called, because he's hidden behind the canopy of his bed, touching himself.
(His punishment for that incident is not being allowed to come until after dinner, and Namjoon nearly snaps a chopstick in half just watching Jungkook blush and squirm, trying to grind his pussy against the seat of his chair as they eat.)
Jungkook has made huge improvements overall, given how quiet and closed-off he was when they first met. He lets himself be fed, he bares his throat to them in submission unthinkingly, and he trusts the rules that they set for him. Although he's still healing from having to rely solely on his wolf for survival, Namjoon thinks that Jungkook is growing more in tune with his omega without losing himself to his instincts.
So when his behavior one day is erratic enough to panic Namjoon, even briefly, the topic of discipline comes up again.
Seokjin is out for the afternoon, meeting with a close friend while Namjoon takes time away from working in his office to be with Jungkook. They just happen to be watching a movie in the living room when Seokjin arrives home, and Jungkook turns to the door with a puppyish kind of excitement, the longing on his face so wholly endearing to Namjoon.
He almost says, I understand, I miss him the whole time that he's away, too.
But Jungkook doesn't greet Seokjin sweetly like Namjoon is expecting.
Seokjin steps inside, taking off his shoes and yelling a greeting when he spots the two of them, and Jungkook—
Is across the room in an instant, snarling as he buries his face at Seokjin's neck, and Namjoon's heart leaps into his throat when he rushes over after him, anticipating the worst.
But Jungkook isn't trying to attack Seokjin, thank fuck, his little omegan fangs tucked away, instead only aggressively nuzzling at Seokjin's skin. Namjoon lets out a shaky breath and waits for his heartrate to come back down, not taking his eyes off of Jungkook. There was a bitter spike to his scent, so even if Jungkook never planned to attack, there's still something that triggered his outburst.
"Jungkook-ah—"
"Smell wrong," Jungkook grits out, hands running up and down Seokjin's arms, over his back, as if trying to fuse their bodies together. "Not— ours, there's some other omega, 's wrong—"
Seokjin shoots a helpless glance at Namjoon, and when he sees the serious expression on his mate's face, Seokjin finally uses his strength to grab Jungkook's wrists, catching the disgruntled omega off-guard.
Seokjin usually favors a gentler approach, even when it comes to handling ferals, but he's still an alpha with an alpha's strength.
"Jungkook-ah, what are you doing?"
Jungkook's eyebrows are furrowed, upset, but he also glances away in shame.
"Y- you smell like another omega. Need to smell like me."
Seokjin lets out a slow breath. "You're jealous?"
"My hyung," Jungkook insists, eyes wide, lips pursed unhappily. "My alpha."
"He's my alpha, actually," Namjoon interrupts, and Jungkook shudders at the sound of Namjoon's deep voice. "Just now, omega, I didn't know if you were going to hug him or attack him. Do you realize how much that scared me? How much it could have scared him?"
"I- I'd never—"
"We know you would never mean to harm us," Seokjin says, "but we also don't know if something could trigger you or push you to that point. We can't know everything that you've endured while living feral, and how it affected you."
Jungkook blinks, and Namjoon's chest twists at the sight of tears pooling in his eyes. Never for pity or to get out of a punishment, no — Jungkook just wears his emotions so openly with them now, especially with preheat hormones making him more sensitive to things.
"Come here," Seokjin says softly, pulling Jungkook back into his arms, letting the omega bury his face against his hyung's scent gland as tears are squeezed from the corners of his eyes. "I was near another omega today, yes. But I'm not interested in them like that. They already have an alpha."
Namjoon watches as Seokjin slides a hand to the back of Jungkook's neck, his slender fingers cupping there, gently stroking. He applies the slightest bit of pressure and a stuttered gasp escapes Jungkook's throat, his shoulders slumping as some of that tension releases from his body.
He must be sensitive, Namjoon thinks, to have that much of a reaction to only a tease of being scruffed.
"But this trend of possessive behavior isn't healthy, sweetheart. Are we not reassuring you enough that we're only interested in you? That for as long as you're here with us, you are ours?" Seokjin pauses, and then adds in a lower voice, "Namjoon said that you took your spanking very well the other day."
Jungkook tenses. Namjoon meets Seokjin's gaze, his own jaw clenching at the heat he finds there.
Disciplining omegas doesn't always have to be an arousing thing, for them, but something about Jungkook...
He's just different. They both sense it, and don't try to deny that the way they feel is unique to him.
"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin croons, "will you take the punishment I decide for you now, or do you need more time to calm down? Do you trust us, sweetheart?" His fingers press lightly at the back of Jungkook's neck again, and Jungkook lets out a shuddering breath, leaning back. His cheeks are damp, but his eyes are no longer filled with tears.
"I'll be good," he whispers, and Seokjin rewards him with a soft smile.
"Let's move to the couch, then, all three of us."
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Jungkook's heart is pounding as he settles onto the couch with his back against Namjoon's chest, legs splayed open over Namjoon's thighs, his body already bare for them.
"It's a different kind of spanking," Seokjin had said while helping Jungkook out of his clothes, "but after our little talk about pain the other day... I think it might be something you'll like."
It's not the idea of the pain that has Jungkook's heart beating rabbit-quick in his chest, his toes curling helplessly as Seokjin kneels on the carpet in front of them, as Namjoon's strong arm keeps Jungkook in place over his lap.
It's not even the feeling of being exposed, showing his naked belly and his throat, his omega whining for approval that Seokjin gives in the form of dark, sweeping looks, eyes glittering with appreciation at what he sees.
It's—
"Just breathe," Namjoon says right into his ear, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook's temple. His voice is warm, steady, and yet the deep timbre of it has slick leaking from Jungkook's entrance, sliding wet down his skin each time his muscles clench up with his nervousness, with his need.
It's their tenderness.
When he pushes aside the hurt whimpering of his omega at the thought that the alphas didn't trust him not to attack Seokjin, Jungkook understands why rushing to replace that foreign scent clinging to Seokjin was a bad thing. He understands their worry, but then he doesn't understand why they're so tender with him, so— so focused on his pleasure now, even when he's being punished.
He wants whatever the hyungs will give him. He just doesn't know if he deserves it, when what they give him is exquisite stinging pain with the promise of sweet pleasure to follow.
"Keep your legs open, or we'll hold them open for you," Seokjin says, and Jungkook nods dumbly, eyes wide, focused on Seokjin's face as if mesmerized by his handsomeness. And then the first slap comes.
Namjoon keeps the first few spanks light, barely stinging, but Jungkook still gasps when the flat of Namjoon's long fingers meets the spread, damp heat of his pussy.
His thighs twitch with the instinct to snap shut. Heat washes through him when Seokjin's gaze darkens, pupils blown, his words coming out raspy, "Good boy, just take it like that."
Namjoon spanks him again, and this time Jungkook's hips tilt forward as if to chase his touch, clit already aching.
"Are you feeling any bursts of aggression, held in place like this?" Seokjin asks. It takes Jungkook a few long seconds to process the words. Held in place? Maybe, with Namjoon's other arm wrapped around him... But it feels more like being anchored to the warmth, the broad muscle of Namjoon's body behind him. Pressed against one of his alphas, breathing in the dark hazelnut of his scent, and smelling the blooming of his own sweet jasmine in response.
He finally shakes his head.
"Okay, that's good. Namjoon-ah, give him three more, then it's my turn."
Jungkook's belly is seizing even before the first of those three hits land, and then it's bright pain, too-brief pressure, his hips trying to tilt again. His knees tremble with the effort of keeping his legs open.
"You're so pretty here, so wet," Seokjin murmurs, brushing his thumb lightly across Jungkook's folds, parting them in a way that makes the heat pulse faster. Jungkook doesn't want to look away from Seokjin's face, but he does, staring down where the alpha teases him, seeing what he sees. His omegan clit juts out, stiff and needy, his labia glistening with the evidence of how much he's enjoying his punishment. He's already a little puffy there, skin blushing a brighter red from the hits.
"Can you smell him, Namjoon-ah?"
"I can taste him just from his scent," Namjoon huffs out with a sound that would be a laugh if it wasn't so strained. "Syrupy and ripe. All needy with preheat, mm, maybe we aren't taking care of you enough, and we deserve some of the blame for your erratic behavior, huh?"
Jungkook's stomach clenches with guilt. "N- no—"
"Of course," Seokjin says, as if Jungkook didn't just try to protest. "As your caretakers, we always bear responsibility for how you behave. And that's why our sweet omega deserves pleasure, too."
Seokjin lowers his mouth, and Jungkook melts at the first soft lick over his folds.
That's what the pleasure is— soft, melty, a slipping pressure that teases and traces and sends needier sparks down Jungkook's spine when Seokjin laps over his clit.
He gets wetter. His toes curl and don't want to uncurl, shallow breaths still puffing out when Seokjin straightens back up, grinning, eyes nearly black.
Jungkook briefly entertained the thought days ago, how it might feel to be Namjoon's prey if he tried to run away, chased and overpowered when he was eventually caught.
Now, he understands that he's been caught this whole time — he's already their prey, helpless under the hungry stares, the dark scents of these two alphas. What can he do, but submit and feel pleasure?
Namjoon whispers in his ear, "What are you thinking about right now, omega, to make your scent spike with lust like it just did?"
Jungkook just shakes his head.
"Don't be shy," Seokjin coaxes. "Can you say it? Or at least give us a hint?" His thumb circles the stiffened bud of Jungkook's clit and his body tenses, lips parting with a quiet moan before he manages,
"Th- That I'm your prey. Trapped..."
Seokjin's eyes flash with something like surprise. He draws his hand away, smirking when he looks over Jungkook's shoulder. "Do you hear that, Namjoon-ah? It seems as though we've caught a pretty little bunny. What should we do with him..."
Namjoon hums low right next to Jungkook's ear, and then he brings his hand down again.
(Jungkook squeaks.)
The alpha's slaps are steady, only giving Jungkook just enough time to catch his breath between them, to feel the fading sting. It might hurt less than being spanked on his bare ass did, but it's just— more in every way. The bright, shocking sensation where he is so open and the skin is so sensitive. The wet splattering sound of it, with how messy Jungkook is, dripping slick.
Arousal throbs right in his clit and when Namjoon keeps his hand cupping Jungkook's pussy after the fourth or fifth hit, Jungkook moans, long and low, body twisting over the alpha's lap.
"Please," he puffs out, new heat pouring into his belly when Seokjin is leaning down again. "Ah, p- please—"
Seokjin doesn't make him wait. His licks are firmer now, broadly stroking over spanked-swollen flesh, a dragging softness that is both a balm to the stinging skin and a dizzying tease, the way Jungkook's body arches trying to rub himself on Seokjin's tongue.
When Seokjin's plump lips close over his clit, the tip of his tongue languidly stroking where Jungkook throbs so desperately for pleasure, a soft cry falls from his lips.
The sound is more omegan than human. Namjoon hushes him, pressing his cheek against Jungkook's, the scent of alpha desire filling his nose. Jungkook whines when Seokjin pulls back, and his hips tilt as if trying to chase the alpha's mouth.
"Just a few more," Namjoon rasps in his ear. "Your punishment is almost over. Denying you is to remind you that we need to hold ourselves back, sometimes, whether it's waiting for your alphas to give you the pleasure they promised you, or confronting someone about their scent calmly, so they don't feel unsafe."
Jungkook both hears the words and doesn't. He knows what he's being punished for, he does, but his heavy-lidded gaze is also fixed on Seokjin's red lips, now glistening with his slick.
Mine, Jungkook thinks privately, greedily. No matter how many omegas Seokjin visits, no matter what scents he comes home with — it's Jungkook's slick that the alpha licks from his lips, blinking darkly down at Jungkook just before Namjoon resumes spanking him.
It's hard to tell if the slaps hurt more or less like this, when Jungkook is so close to his release, back arched, hips jolting with each hit. Jungkook holds tight to Namjoon's left arm, still wrapped around his middle, just to brace himself for spank after aching spank. And when Jungkook isn't sure how much more he can bear, oh, how angry would alphas get if he comes like this anyway—
Namjoon's fingers dig into the muscle of Jungkook's thigh to keep it spread, and Seokjin surges forward, giving focused licks over the jutting swell of Jungkook's clit again, fast and messy.
Jungkook's head drops back onto Namjoon's shoulder, eyes fluttering shut, his face scrunching. The pleasure doesn't just build fast — it builds hard, a tight and aching thing that squeezes hot in his gut, and Jungkook's hitching breaths climb in pitch, his body rolling in desperate waves to ride the movement of Seokjin's tongue.
And they let him. They let him squirm and tense and pant, the pleasure aching so sweetly that Jungkook is grateful he's held in place, grateful that it feels so right to be bare for them, grateful—
"Come for us now, baby," Namjoon growls into his ear.
—for the permission, because Jungkook's orgasm hits him seconds later.
His body shudders, belly quivering with his gasping breaths, fingers curled tight so he isn't tempted to grab at Seokjin as he rides out that rushing pleasure. It floods him with such sweet, warm release, and Jungkook moans blearily, jerking in Namjoon's arms when Seokjin doesn't stop licking him right away.
His muscles flutter and squeeze, pussy gushing, sensitivity setting in until Jungkook's thighs are trying to close despite the alpha's hold, "H- hyung, hng, please, ah, hurts—"
Seokjin gives him one last lick, and then pulls back. His chin is soaked, and Jungkook can smell that the alpha — his alpha — is marked with the scent of his slick, and a purr starts in his throat, rumbling and pleased.
"'Hurts,' he says, and then he starts purring," Seokjin mutters with a rough little laugh. "Ah, sweet one. Does it really hurt, though? From the spanking?"
Jungkook shakes his head.
"Okay, that's good." Seokjin licks his lips. Jungkook's clit throbs weakly.
"Wh- what about hyungs, unh—"
"This was for you, don't worry about us."
I'm not worried, Jungkook thinks with a small pout, I just want alphas to come too...
It takes all of them a few moments before they start to shift around and clean up. And Jungkook is pretty useless, anyway — Namjoon praises him with his warm words, You did so well for us, pretty thing, and Jungkook whines when they try to get him back into clothes, so he gets a loose robe draped over his shoulders instead, and a towel damp with cool water for his swollen pussy.
(And later, he'll be embarrassed over his own shamelessness, but Jungkook moans and rocks his hips against the towel, rather than keeping still and letting himself be cleaned. Seokjin is only amused, though, pinching at Jungkook's nipples until he comes like that, his cunt pulsing as he rubs himself on the slightly rough fabric, riding out a second orgasm.)
Jungkook naps on the couch while Namjoon and Seokjin talk in low murmurs, and when it's time to eat dinner, the food is brought to him.
Jungkook is finally coming out of his submissive, pleasure-drunk headspace enough to feel shy by the way they're pampering him.
"Hyung, it's okay, I- I can walk—"
"Can you?" Seokjin asks. "I bet Namjoon 10,000 won that your legs will wobble when you stand up."
Jungkook purses his lips. He isn't sure if Seokjin is teasing him or not, and then Namjoon huffs out a laugh.
"How are you feeling? You were quiet earlier, ah, we thought you just needed time to come back to us."
Jungkook draws in a shaky breath, and realizes how much he appreciates not just the orgasms and the help cleaning up, but the fact that they stayed with him after, too. Just talking, close enough that Jungkook could breathe in their scents, heavy with arousal that's a little more faded now, but no less intoxicating.
"I feel really good," Jungkook mumbles, his toes curling with how much he means it. "And I'm sorry about earlier, uh, when I crowded Seokjin-hyung... I'll be more careful. I don't want—" Jungkook cuts off suddenly, swallowing around the lump in his throat, but he still feels the burn of tears in his eyes. "I don't want you to be afraid of me. I- I don't want— I never want to hurt you—"
"Oh, baby," Seokjin coos, setting down the bowl of food he intended to feed to Jungkook and drawing Jungkook into his arms instead, holding him tightly. Jungkook buries his face against Seokjin's shoulder and tries to stop the tears with rapid blinks, but it aches, too, remembering that they don't trust him. That they can't. He hasn't earned it, has he?
He's just another feral to them.
"Your scent is so sad, bunny, what is it, huh?"
"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon says warmly, sitting in the chair slightly across from them, but close enough for Jungkook to realize that both their scents have softened with the intent to soothe — not on purpose, like Seokjin does, but just from alphan instinct alone. "We know that you don't want to hurt us. We know that's not something we have to worry about, but with what happened earlier, it's how things might affect you that we worry about. If something will trigger a bad memory, or if there's a hurt in your past that could have you acting defensively, because your omega is telling you that you need to."
"We trust you," Seokjin says, rubbing his hand down Jungkook's back, soft scent now trying so hard to soothe that it's almost lulling Jungkook into sleepiness, his tears finally drying. "We trusted how our own instincts already felt safe with you, even that first night, when you had the freedom to leave your room at any time and go anywhere else in the house."
Jungkook lifts his face from Seokjin's shoulder and blinks teary eyes, muttering, "I- I'll be good. I'll show you I can be good—"
"Omega," Seokjin says in a soft voice, lips curved with a kind smile. He reaches up to cup Jungkook's face in one hand, thumb brushing his cheek where tears now dry on Jungkook's flushed skin. "Be good for yourself, that's all. Feel settled and in control for you, for your harmony with your omega, and your peace of mind. This is what we both want for you."
Jungkook sniffles, blinking quickly again. Seokjin pulls him back into a hug and mumbles, "Ah, there's no right or wrong way to act in the aftermath of a punishment, either. If we finish spanking you and making you come and you just want to cry for a while, that's perfectly fine. You're in preheat on top of adjusting from living feral for so long, sweet omega, there's no exact way you have to be, as long as you let us reassure you when you're feeling sad."
The warmth that fills Jungkook's chest is glowing, safe, a gentleness that is precious because of how much he knows they mean it. And his throat tightens with how much their words mean to him.
Jungkook manages a quiet thank you muffled into Seokjin's shirt, and then he's leaning back, rubbing at his wet eyes with his palms.
"Aigoo," Seokjin coos at him.
"Ah, hold on, there's a towel here—"
Seokjin snorts. "Namjoon-ah, use your nose, that was the towel he was rubbing on earlier."
"Oh, you mean— wow, fuck. Yeah, that just smells like slick. Shit, sorry—"
Jungkook bursts into cackling laughter even as his face heats, his affection for them drowning out his mortification, and Seokjin starts to laugh too, until Jungkook feels so light, he lets himself believe the alphas' words.
We trust you.
And he trusts them. For the first time, he'll be going into heat and Jungkook isn't panicking with the need to run or hide. There are still things that he's unsure about, of course, but...
He's ready, as long as it's with them.
—
Despite his readiness, the days leading up to Jungkook's heat are... difficult, when he's feeling his symptoms more acutely than he ever did as a wolf. But being around Seokjin and Namjoon, who know what they're doing and listen to Jungkook's needs, makes everything more bearable.
Jungkook finds himself sinking into a feral headspace less and less, which unfortunately means that he's very aware when he's acting moody or overly clingy, but it doesn't stop him from seeking out the alphas for attention.
Namjoon had explained that this was part of settling too — seeking comfort through physical touch, small gestures that gave Jungkook an excuse to submit, letting that warm haze cloud his thoughts. Submission wasn't just about giving up control to an alpha, he came to learn, but it was also sinking into the safe bliss of knowing that he was taken care of.
But then there were also the cramps, and muscle aches, and a tenderness in his chest that he whined about until Seokjin suggested gently massaging the sore little swells of his omegan breasts.
It was innocent at first. Seokjin's soft look of concern as Jungkook lifted his shirt for the alpha, blushing at the way that Seokjin clicked his tongue and said in a low voice, Poor baby.
Seokjin was gentle, cupping one swell and letting his thumb brush over the nipple, already pebbled hard, before he insisted that Jungkook take off his shirt entirely.
But even the gentle, massaging touch of Seokjin's hands around his breasts pooled heat low in Jungkook's belly, a tightening there that had nothing to do with the cramps. Jungkook's scent sweetened with arousal and Seokjin responded in kind, leaning in to flick his tongue over Jungkook's sensitive nipples until he was leaking slick in his underwear, the soreness in his chest a distant worry as Jungkook begged for Seokjin's fingers inside of him with tears in his eyes.
That was another significant change that ramped up as he approached his heat.
Orgasms.
Jungkook decided early on that he didn't want to take either of their cocks until he was fully in heat, because he knew his body would be more prepared for them then. But they were more than happy to help him get off in other ways if he asked.
Letting him hump their thighs as he panted out shuddering breaths, too desperate for relief to care how humiliating it was. Or sometimes his hyungs would just sink down to their knees in whatever room they were in, tugging his clothes down and lapping at his pussy until the firm, slippery heat had Jungkook coming over their tongues, little bruises left on his thighs from how tightly their fingers gripped him there.
Listen to your body, Namjoon had said, and Jungkook's body just seemed to say, More, more, more.
Nuzzling at Namjoon's lap one afternoon while waking up from a nap turned into Jungkook wanting to know what his cock tasted like, and so Jungkook slowly kissed and licked at his bare cock until it firmed up under his lips, and then sank his mouth down over the fat head of it while both alphas watched. There were fingers curled into his hair, their voices guiding and praising him until Jungkook's jaw started to ache, and he begged Namjoon to finish so Jungkook could taste that, too.
Jungkook liked having his mouth full of a cock or their fingers, and he liked grinding with them, feeling how hard they got, smelling the way their scents bloomed heavy with the musk of arousal. He liked when Namjoon called him baby in a gravelly-rough voice, and when Seokjin called him bunny as Jungkook desperately rode the alpha's clothed lap, bouncing, soaking his underwear when he came with his hot cheek pressed into Seokjin's shoulder, with fingers curled into his hair.
He liked watching them, too.
They didn't show off for him, exactly, but Jungkook would notice Seokjin seeking out his mate after making Jungkook come, either with his mouth or his fingers, and Jungkook followed one time.
The door to Namjoon's office was left open, so Jungkook reasoned that he was allowed to watch.
(And if he did get punished for it... well, he just really, really hoped it would be a spanking.)
Namjoon pulled Seokjin down over his lap not unlike the way Jungkook sometimes straddled it, only the alphas were quick to get their pants open so their bare cocks were straining between them, rubbing together before Namjoon squeezed them both in a tight grip.
Jungkook's lips parted, eyes widening.
They were both big. Thick, veiny, with shiny cockheads that flushed such a deep shade of pink when they were fully hard. Jungkook watched, transfixed, as they traded kisses until they were panting into each other's mouths, as Seokjin hoarsely whispered how he just had the omega on my tongue, Namjoon-ah, you can taste him, right? He was rubbing all over me and moaning so prettily and fuck, the way he trembled, the way he gushed—
Jungkook watched them both come and then disappeared into his nest to shove a bunched-up towel down between his thighs, something left in his room after his last shower. He lost himself in rutting his throbbing little clit hard against the slightly rough material, until Jungkook was coming with his own muffled cry, with sweat at his temples and the backs of his legs, with his pussy tingling as he rode out the aftershocks.
He thought that he got away with spying, but then Seokjin asked him later if he liked what he saw, and Jungkook flushed a deep shade of red and muttered an apology. (They reminded him that he's allowed to ask for anything, but then Namjoon added cheekily, "But leaving the door open like we did, well, it's just because we have nothing that we want to hide from you, baby.")
They end up labeling that half-week leading up to his heat as his 'sexual awakening,' as if the omega is just going through a second puberty. But privately, Jungkook thinks that it's not just about him, but about them, too — he isn't sure if he would feel safe and bold enough to explore all of these new desires if he was with different alphas. He isn't sure if he would want any other alpha as much as he wants them.
They are attractive, and kind, and they laugh easily. They deeply care for each other, undeniably gentler than other alphas that Jungkook has known. Firm, but never harsh.
Seokjin buys him ice cream after Jungkook gets his birth control shot, making a fun afternoon out of it. Namjoon massages his lower back when it aches badly, and leans down to brush a kiss at the back of his neck when he murmurs, You have the prettiest little waist, you know that? Love the way it feels in my hands.
Jungkook's fingers brush lightly over his own waist later that night in bed, and shy heat fans out in his belly, remembering Namjoon's words.
Jungkook likes that they want him too, even if they always wait for him to initiate their fooling around, or if they don't always need to get off when he does. He likes that they don't hide the hunger in their eyes, the desire, the darkness of what they feel for him.
Knowing that their want for him is genuine makes it a little less scary, then, when Jungkook slowly realizes that he's fallen in love with them.
—
Jungkook's heat finally hits in the early hours of the morning, when he's woken up by that first dizzying wave of fever, of clenching need deep in the pit of his stomach.
Jungkook doesn't think. He isn't sure if he can, once his instincts take over. He starts to claw off the t-shirt and underwear he wore to bed when the material feels wrong on his skin, and then he's bare in his nest, calling out for them, trusting that they'll come.
He doesn't feel afraid. Not for a moment. Seokjin shows up at the door to his bedroom with Namjoon right behind him — one alpha in his buttoned-up pajamas, and the other shirtless, just in boxers — and Jungkook lets out a soft omegan trill of a noise, tilting his head back to show his throat and belly even as he reaches out for them.
Any lingering grogginess from being woken up by the call of their omega must fade fast, for how alert they look.
Namjoon goes to him first, kneeling at the edge of the bed and giving Jungkook bare skin to scent, a broad chest to cling to. Seokjin starts to slip open the buttons of his own pajama top with one hand, the other yanking open the rest of the curtains around the bed.
"Jungkook-ah, do you care if these are open or closed, huh?"
Right now, Jungkook only cares about the solid body in front of him with the warm, musky scent of hazelnut, strong arms helping Jungkook settle back down into his nest.
"I guess that's a 'no,' then. We'll keep them open so you don't overheat, but let us know if you need them shut."
Jungkook manages to nod, even though his wide eyes are fixed on Namjoon's thumbs tucking into the waistband of his boxers, easing them down.
The sight of the alpha's hard cock bobbing up (he's already hard?) isn't a new one, but Jungkook still feels a heated rush of arousal pour into his belly at the thought of actually getting what he wants — what his body needs. He's soaked between his thighs, ready for it, his own syrupy jasmine scent too heavy right now, so that all he wants to do is bury his face in their necks. But he also wants... he wants...
"Let's get you presented for us, pretty thing," Namjoon rumbles out.
Jungkook whines at the thought of turning over, because Seokjin is still undressing and Jungkook wants to see them, their gorgeous bodies, naked and broad and strong for him, the perfect alphas to breed him full—
Namjoon manhandles Jungkook onto his hands and knees, grabbing his hips to keep his ass raised for them, and once Jungkook registers the exposed position that he's in, his mind goes blank.
Oh.
Presented.
Ready to mount...
He hears the low timbre of Namjoon's voice but it sounds distant, his presence more soothing than whatever words the alpha is saying. Jungkook feels hands touch his waist, his bare thighs, feels the heat of their bodies close to his and he whines with his need, legs spreading wide so they can't miss how ready he is, the dizzying feeling of his wet folds spreading too.
"Oh, sweet one." Seokjin's voice drifts into his thoughts, and when Jungkook blinks his eyes open, he sees his hyung's handsome face and kind eyes, his normally soft scent growing headier by the minute with his arousal. "Look at you."
"Alpha," Jungkook puffs out, and even that one word takes effort to say with the need coursing through him, the way his thoughts don't want to focus on anything but being bred.
Please, he thinks, I need you, only the two of you, please.
"Namjoonie is going to eat you out first, give you some fingers, and then he'll mount our pretty omega like he needs, okay? Will you be good for us, Jungkook-ah?"
Jungkook's hips rock back, holes fluttering as he desperately clenches up around nothing. It feels good, somehow, just having his heated pussy exposed to the air of the room. But it's also not enough.
"I'll try," Jungkook finally answers, and that gets a loud laugh from Seokjin, his chest shaking with it, his skin already starting to flush a pretty red down his neck and chest.
"Aggressive outbursts aren't unusual during a heat. Sometimes it's just an omega's way of asking to be forced to submit, so your hyungs are prepared... Just don't kick, please."
Kick? All Jungkook wants to do is keep his legs spread wide and his toes curling with his impatience, waiting to be filled. "I'll be good," he promises again, the words lisping, and then he sighs when he feels Namjoon's hands on his hips.
The soft moan that falls from his lips is pure relief when Namjoon leans down, giving Jungkook slow strokes of his tongue that spread the swollen lips of his pussy, that cover him so completely he realizes how small he is there compared to the alphas' cocks. It starts gentle, the way they prepare him, but it doesn't stay like that for long.
And that's exactly what Jungkook's omega was hoping for.
Namjoon grips his skin tightly and licks messily, mouth open over Jungkook's dripping folds, suckling at his clit until Jungkook is burying his helpless moans into his folded arms. The alpha eats him out like— like a wild animal would, focused and relentless like he's trying to lap up every drop of slick. Jungkook's first orgasm sneaks up on him, fingers bunched up in the sheets when he's suddenly tumbling over that edge, pleasure washing through him.
"There you go," Seokjin breathes out.
Jungkook shudders. He gets wetter after he comes. He can hear it from the sounds of Namjoon's tongue on him, the filthy-wet click with each lick, but Jungkook can't find it in himself to feel shy or ashamed of how ready his body is for them.
Namjoon gradually gives him fingers without ever really letting Jungkook come down from that peak, the heat still clenching tight in his belly, so needy. Seokjin sinks his fingers into Jungkook's hair, worn loose right now, falling over his face until Seokjin brushes it back.
"So gorgeous," Seokjin tells him, voice lower than Jungkook ever remembers it being. Low, and rough with arousal. His cock is full and heavy over his lap, such an enticing sight, but Jungkook struggles to focus on it when the desperation inside him is already drawn so tight. "Letting alpha get you ready, making pretty noises for us. Will it be your first, Jungkook-ah? Have you ever taken a real cock before?"
Jungkook shakes his head. His heats in the wild were spent scared and sickly, barely enough energy to even hump something for relief, much less entertain the thought of being filled by a stranger.
"Then Namjoon will go slowly at first, even if your body is telling you that you need it fast. Trust your alphas."
Jungkook whimpers, but it's not a complaint. It's just— overwhelming, the waves of heat that course through him, the way the pleasure builds like every nerve-ending of his body is connected to his cunt, like every touch has his muscles clamping up with need.
He thought he knew desperation from the past few days, when Seokjin would tease him with his fingers, feather-light touches to his clit. Or when Namjoon would make Jungkook fuck himself down onto two fingers while just staring, maybe with his hand splayed across the base of Jungkook's throat, and Jungkook's eyes would fill with tears, pleading with the alpha to make him come.
The ache that burns inside of him now is a hundred times what that desperation was.
"Please," Jungkook begs, dizzy, hair already sticking to his face with the way he's begun to sweat. Namjoon's fingers feel good inside, stroking over that spot that throbs heavily in Jungkook's cunt, but he's too greedy, and his body knows that what he really needs is an alpha's cock. His knees shift on the bed, squirming, "Please, please—"
Fingers grip the skin at the back of Jungkook's neck so tightly that he thinks it's teeth, at first, and all he can do is gasp as a hard shudder of submission jolts down his spine.
His body goes pliant, limbs heavy and still, the omega inside left whimpering.
Jungkook blinks spots out of his vision. "Wh—"
"Scruffing," Seokjin tells him. His fingers brush lightly over Jungkook's flushed cheek, while his other hand is gripping his own cock, giving himself loose strokes as he watches them. Jungkook's mouth waters when the shiny head peeks from the top of Seokjin's fist. "It's another way of settling you, the grip similar to the way adult wolves carry rowdy pups around." Seokjin smiles before he adds, "Even grown puppies need to be reminded of their place sometimes."
Jungkook huffs, his belly clenching.
"Shh, that's it," Namjoon growls out. He doesn't use Alpha Voice, not now, but there's a roughness behind his words like he can't help it. He guides the blunt head of his cock to rub slick through the folds of Jungkook's pussy, the scent of his precum marking Jungkook's entrance, marking him in a way that will stick for days, to the omega's excitement. "Need you to relax to let me in, sweet omega, you can be good, can't you? Let your alphas take care of you, satisfy that greedy heat inside of you?"
Jungkook isn't sure if he's expected to answer. He doesn't, anyway, but he keeps his hips raised and still, fingers grabbing at the sheets as Namjoon starts to push inside, the pressure of it so immense that Jungkook can only whimper in gratitude when Seokjin scruffs him again.
Namjoon's cock is so thick, so heavy working inside of him, and Jungkook finds his voice to whisper, "D- don't stop."
"I won't, baby, alpha knows how much you need it. This tight little cunt but you're still letting me inside, huh?"
Jungkook's toes curl, not sure what else he can do but take it — the stretch is huge, his pussy aches with it, but then Namjoon's fingers find his clit and Jungkook is shuddering at the sparking pleasure, his mouth dropping open with a gasp, his body letting the alpha in.
Already, he feels it so deeply, how Namjoon's cock fills him and drags at the swollen walls of his pussy. He feels stuffed.
"Namjoon-ah, here, I can touch him," Seokjin murmurs, scooting close enough that Jungkook immediately buries his face against Seokjin's thigh, breathing in his musky scent like it's oxygen. Seokjin reaches underneath Jungkook's belly, fingers brushing Namjoon's briefly before they start to pet circles over the omega's aching clit. "You just focus on fucking your knot into him, alpha."
Seokjin calls Namjoon that way, alpha, like he's teasing him. That's the last thought that Jungkook has, because then Namjoon starts to drag out and thrust back in, fucking harder each time he does, and a blindingly bright pleasure clenches hot inside Jungkook's belly, leaving him breathless.
This is what he needed.
He exists to be filled, to be fucked and used and every part of his pussy throbs hotly at how good it feels as Namjoon leans over his body, hips shoving, snapping forward at a rapid pace.
Jungkook's mind goes blank at the overwhelming pleasure, mouth dropped open with silent cries until he's drooling, a shudder working down his spine when the swell of the knot is fucked past his entrance too.
Please, Jungkook thinks desperately, overheated and pussy so soaked that the alpha's thrusts are splattering, his cock pounding such a deep ache in the pit of Jungkook's belly. Please, please, breed me—
"That's it," Seokjin says, and Namjoon snarls, gripping Jungkook's waist hard enough to bruise, thrusts short and deep to keep the knot inside.
It swells. The knot gets fatter, stretching him, aching, and Jungkook's toes curl helplessly. He thinks he already came once on Namjoon's cock from Seokjin playing with his clit but he wants to come again, it's all too good, he wants to feel—
Namjoon groans when he starts to spill inside, and that flooding heat has Jungkook's eyes rolling back, pussy clenching up as he starts to come with a wild rush of pleasure, waves of heat, his blush burning darker in his cheeks as he moans through it.
"There you go, omega, you did so well," Seokjin praises. He's drawn his fingers away from Jungkook's clit, bringing his hand back to his lap, and Jungkook leans forward to lick at the alpha's wet fingers before Seokjin can stop him. His scent spikes, eyes darkening. "God... do you like the way you taste, huh?
"The way he squeezes," Namjoon grits out, hips rocking slowly, so slowly, while the knot throbs where it's still tucked just inside Jungkook's entrance. "Fuck. Are you sure you don't have experience milking an alpha's cock, baby?"
Jungkook hums, almost sleepy with how good the hazy aftermath feels, how satisfied their scents are. He finds himself murmuring, No, hyung was my first... and Namjoon must hear him, from the growl that escapes his throat, from the way his hips buck.
Jungkook licks his lips and his mouth twitches up at the corner with a grin, when it feels like his heart is beating in time with the throb of Namjoon's knot tucked into his walls. He distantly wishes he could taste the precum beaded at the tip of Seokjin's cock while they wait. But he doesn't want the alpha to come until he's inside too...
"It'll be a little while before Namjoon can pull out, sweetheart. Not too sore?"
Jungkook shakes his head. "No, just- just full. 's good."
Good doesn't even begin to cover everything that Jungkook is feeling, but it's all he can bring himself to say with his thoughts still fuzzy.
He feels safe, and desired, and his instincts are so pleased that he's being pumped full of cum, but Jungkook is relieved that he won't get pregnant, not before he's ready.
He's glad that it feels so right with them, instinctually. To his omega, it's like all that submitting he did before just showed the alphas that he was worthy to breed, and they're rewarding him by giving him their knots to satisfy his heat. That they've accepted him.
He doesn't know what it will feel like once his heat has passed, but for now, Jungkook is happy.
He blinks his eyes back open when Seokjin wipes his forehead with a cool washcloth, and Jungkook suddenly notices that Seokjin must have turned the stuffed rabbit in his nest around at one point, because it's now facing the headboard.
Jungkook lets out a quiet cackle of a laugh.
Namjoon rumbles above him. "What?"
"N- nothing."
—
For all his sweet words, Seokjin fucks him just as hard as Namjoon did.
Maybe even harder.
It's not long after Namjoon pulls out that Jungkook is hit with another wave of the fever, the need that claws in his belly, begging to be bred. He whines, rolling over onto his back as his own fingers slide down between his thighs, pressing at the leaking entrance of his cunt, still wet with Namjoon's cum.
Seokjin pulls Jungkook's thighs open to kneel between them and then grabs his waist, getting his hips raised higher for him. He is— mesmerizingly handsome like this, strong and lean with broad shoulders that he lets Jungkook wrap his arms around, neck flushed as Jungkook buries his face there, a moan stuttering from his throat when Seokjin finally presses inside.
The stretch is still so much to take.
Seokjin fucks him hard, hands petting over Jungkook's bare skin, mouth even ducking down to suck at Jungkook's hard nipples, teasing them with his teeth until Jungkook cries out with how sensitive he is. Seokjin's hips slap forward and the bright ache inside Jungkook grows, building to something bigger, even more overwhelming than before.
Jungkook covers his face when he suddenly squirts, Seokjin's cock pushed out with the splashing pressure. Clear fluid leaves him in a few bursting, hard streams, the release so intense that his thighs tremble, mouth dropped open in a silent cry when Seokjin presses right back inside Jungkook's spasming pussy.
Seokjin swears so much when he fucks, that if Jungkook wasn't already overheated, he's sure that it would make him blush.
"Fuck," Seokjin gasps, his moans pretty and his thrusts rough, hands currently holding Jungkook's wrists pinned above his head, and the submission of that just feels like more pleasure to Jungkook's fevered brain. "Fuck, this tight pussy, all wet for me? Is alpha's cock hitting you good inside, omega, rubbing up into your spot?"
(Is this really the same alpha that used to coo at Jungkook when he would cuddle his plush rabbit?)
The pace of Seokjin's thrusts is relentless and Jungkook squirts again before Seokjin is able to knot, soaking them both, still trembling when Seokjin pushes back inside. Jungkook sees stars the moment that Namjoon's fingers touch his oversensitive clit, rubbing fast as Seokjin finally works his knot inside.
Jungkook comes while Seokjin babbles about his cock being hugged by his pussy, gripped by the soft walls of Jungkook's cunt again and again, everything hot and throbbing between his legs as he steadily rides out what feels like endless waves of pleasure.
Seokjin's knot goes down faster than Namjoon's, and Jungkook's omega isn't happy, hands scrambling at Seokjin's shoulders when his cock slips out, whimpering until Namjoon reaches out to scruff him.
"Settle," Namjoon says in his deep voice. Seokjin's scent turns soothing as he pins Jungkook to the bed, both of them reassuring the omega in heat that they're not leaving, that they'll breed Jungkook until it takes, keep him full of their cum no matter what.
Jungkook settles with a watery little sigh.
The rest of the day passes in a haze, with a long nap in the early afternoon and Jungkook being fed from their fingers, head lolling onto Seokjin's shoulder at how nice it feels to be taken care of until the next wave hits.
By evening, Namjoon decides that he wants to shower, and Jungkook goes with him. He reluctantly lets himself be rinsed off and rubbed down with soap, but then he's pressing the front of his body up against the shower wall, arching his back to present himself, begging for Namjoon to fill him again.
He never imagined himself this shameless. A little voice inside of him reassures him that Namjoon must be shameless too, for giving in so easily.
From outside the shower, Seokjin calls out to them to please not slip, and Namjoon huffs out his laugh into Jungkook's shoulder as he roughly fucks into him, his thrusts wet and slapping, Jungkook's waist held tight in his hands.
A harsher wave of need hits Jungkook when he's out in the hallway after they've all dried off, the suddenness of it enough to have him sliding down to the floor. He ends up on his hands and knees, being pounded into by Seokjin, head yanked up by the tight grip that Seokjin has in his hair.
It's so rough, so perfect, so animal. Tears roll down Jungkook's cheeks as he begs Seokjin for his knot and Seokjin gives it to him, body covering Jungkook's, one hand cupping possessively over his lower belly as the alpha spills inside him.
Jungkook likes when it feels as though they've let go of some of their control, more alpha than man, taking what they want just as much as they're giving Jungkook what he needs. He likes when they say that they're breeding him, too — his instincts like the fantasy of it, and his wolf is half-ready to give them pups anyway. (The lovesick traitor.)
He is taken aback by how hard he blushes, though, when Namjoon is teasing his nipples and brings up the idea of him having milk one day. Heat pours into Jungkook's belly, picturing it even just briefly, having one of their mouths latched to his chest and drinking from him, and he files that fantasy away for later...
Seokjin wants them to eat a real meal on the second day of Jungkook's heat, so they drape a bathrobe over Jungkook's shoulders and he's allowed to sit on Namjoon's cock, cockwarming the alpha as he's hand-fed at the table.
It's a nice change from his nest, as much as Jungkook admittedly enjoys being face-down ass-up for them. It's domestic, and it leaves an achy feeling of longing in Jungkook's chest before he loses himself to his need again.
With a soft moan, he starts to ride Namjoon's lap, palms braced on the table as he pushes back onto the alpha's cock. And when Namjoon's hands spread his ass, probably just to watch how Jungkook's pussy swallows the dark length of Namjoon's cock, Jungkook begs for a finger in his other hole before he even really registers what he's asking for.
Baby, fuck. That's okay?
A- alpha, unh... all my holes are yours.
Jungkook is sensitive everywhere while in heat, but maybe especially there, at the tightly clenched entrance of his asshole, untouched even from what his fingers have explored on his own.
He comes in less than a minute after Namjoon has eased a spit-slick finger inside of him along with the heavy cock still buried in his pussy.
"Fuck."
Later, when Jungkook is trapped between them and split open on both of their cocks, one in each of his feverishly hot, clenching holes, he'll cry and tell them that it's the most complete he's ever felt, coming so hard that his mind blanks out, and all he knows is their touches, their soft voices, their scents; the throbbing stretch of them sharing that space inside of him.
All of it is bliss. The sex, the way they encourage his clinginess, the way they never once act as though taking care of him is a burden. Jungkook never imagined that heats could be anything but fear and agony, and now as Namjoon teases Jungkook with a low growl, both of them dripping sweat, the alpha fucking his knot wetly inside until finally sinking it deep in, Jungkook just thinks—
I can't wait for my next heat.
When Jungkook wakes up the morning of the third day, sore but at least clean from the shower he was given before bed, he knows that his heat is over.
The alphas wake up to Jungkook purring, the sound stuttering with the hitch of Jungkook's breath when he meets their eyes.
Over the past two days Jungkook has heard Seokjin say things that would shock even the most sexually experienced of wolves, but now, he just stares at Jungkook with a small, soft smile.
"Oh, sweet omega."
"C'mere," Namjoon says, holding his arms open for Jungkook to snuggle up against his chest, listening to the steady beat of Namjoon's heart beneath the rumble of his own purr. "I forgot how soft your scent is when you're not deep in heat."
"Mm, I'll miss the cute rosy cheeks, though," Seokjin teases.
Namjoon huffs out a laugh into Jungkook's hair. "Ah, as if this hyung can talk when it comes to blushing..."
"Yah!"
Jungkook smiles, nosing gently at Namjoon's bare skin.
—
They eat leftover takeout in Jungkook's bed that morning (since they have yet to wash the sheets), and although Jungkook feels steady enough to eat on his own, he lets them feed him.
Days ago, Namjoon had showed him articles and books he could read about appropriate omega behavior, and during that time, Jungkook learned about alpha behavior, too. How they feel settled to take care of him in the aftermath of his heat — providing for him, cleaning him, keeping him covered in their scents even after washing.
It's not like fully sinking into his omega headspace, but it carries the same pleasant sense of letting go. Jungkook doesn't protest when Seokjin wants to inspect him, because he assumes this is part of their alpha instincts as well. He hugs his stuffed rabbit to his chest and keeps his legs splayed open as Seokjin eases his outer folds apart with his thumbs, and stares down at his pussy, checking that Jungkook isn't hurt from all the knotting.
Maybe Jungkook isn't supposed to notice the way that Seokjin's eyes darken, just before he tells Jungkook how red and raw his poor pussy looks. But Jungkook does notice. And he licks his lips at the heat that curls in his belly, the slight sweetening to his scent.
Seokjin lets out a shaky breath, and then leans up to kiss Jungkook's forehead.
"You'll be fine. But I'm sorry for how sore you must be feeling now."
"I'm not sorry," Jungkook mumbles immediately, smiling crookedly when Seokjin just rolls his eyes.
After being inspected and letting Seokjin apply something cooling to the skin between his thighs, Jungkook finds himself drifting off to sleep, the rabbit still clutched in his arms. Namjoon murmurs something to Seokjin about instincts, about pups, and Jungkook ends up dreaming about nesting in a much bigger bed, but not having enough blankets to get it exactly how his omega wants it.
He wakes up groggy hours later, accepting sips of water for his dry throat, and blinking shyly at the fond way they stare at him while Seokjin tries to pat his bedhead down.
And then, after Jungkook has sat up and stretched, promising that he feels better, Namjoon surprises him by carrying him outside.
"Hyung, wha—"
"Shh, you'll see."
Seokjin calls out to the other alpha to be careful, but Namjoon's hold is strong and sturdy, even though he should be feeling at least half as sore as Jungkook is, from all the exhausting sex.
Namjoon carries him down the stairs of the back patio and into the grass, and Jungkook just stares at the alpha with wide eyes as he's set down onto his feet, only wearing an oversized t-shirt while Namjoon is just in shorts. Seokjin watches them from the patio in his bathrobe.
It's a warmer autumn evening, but there's still a cool breeze that gives Jungkook goosebumps.
"Hyung...?"
"Shift."
Jungkook's heart leaps into his throat.
"I'll be with you. I can even go first, if you'd like me to. But I want you to shift, sweetheart."
"But... it- it's not a trick?" Jungkook asks, blinking tears out of his eyes, and Namjoon's whole expression softens. He steps forward, cupping Jungkook's face between his palms.
"God, no, it's not a trick. It feels good to run, to be free after being cooped up during a heat or rut. And I trust you. I can feel that your wolf trusts us. You earned this, baby, so go ahead and shift."
Jungkook is still trying to process the words, blinking at Namjoon until the alpha presses a kiss to his forehead and steps back. But the omega's wolf understands, at least. That unmistakable lurch of excitement inside of him, the giddiness for a freedom that they haven't felt for a month now.
Deep down, he already knew, even as he asked, that it wasn't a trick. Even if he didn't trust himself, he would trust them — to look after him, to remind him of his humanity if Jungkook started to sink too deeply into his instincts again.
"Do you feel ready?" Seokjin calls from the patio, and Jungkook gives him a shaky smile. He nods.
"Alright then," Namjoon says, pulling the t-shirt up over Jungkook's head, leaving him bare in their backyard. "Shift, omega."
Jungkook closes his eyes and lets go.
He's clumsy on four legs at first, his balance off, his strides awkward. But it comes back to him once the scents of the forest reach his nose. It comes back to him in the same way that this will always be a part of him, and he runs with the alpha close behind him, guiding him at times, nudging or huffing for Jungkook to explore in a certain direction.
One thought fills Jungkook's mind, one loud thought above the animal excitement of freedom, the fast swish of his tail, the urge to throw his head back and howl, and hear their alpha join them.
His home isn't here in the woods, no matter how natural it feels to be here.
His home is with them.
—
After he and Namjoon tire themselves out in their wolf forms that evening, Seokjin coaxes them inside to eat the dinner he cooked — something healthier than takeout, but still delicious. They don't talk much, but Jungkook does trip over his words trying to thank them, and Namjoon just repeats in a steady voice, You earned it, Jungkook-ah.
Jungkook sinks his teeth into his lip when he feels it wobble with the emotions that surge inside him, that he knows very well he can't just blame on the aftermath of his heat. If Namjoon or Seokjin notice, at least they're nice enough not to tease him.
He goes upstairs to shower on his own, barely finding the energy to dry his hair before curling up in his (now clean) nest. He means to stay awake until one or both of them come to kiss him goodnight, but his eyes are too heavy, his bed too comfy.
So he closes his eyes, and he sleeps for almost an entire day.
He wakes at one point from the feeling of a dip in the mattress, and squints his eyes open to find Seokjin sitting there, dressed in a pink sweater and slacks, looking as handsome as ever.
Jungkook pillows his cheek on his hand and sighs. Seokjin makes a joke about just checking that Jungkook is still alive (at least, Jungkook thinks it's a joke), and then he's coaxing Jungkook to sit up a little and drink some water.
Jungkook is treated to the alpha's fingers petting through his hair, and Seokjin's head indulgently turning to the side to let Jungkook nose at his scent gland.
"Is my sweet Jungkookie in there, or are you all omega right now, huh?"
It takes Jungkook a few moments to understand the words. "'m here," he insists, resting his cheek on Seokjin's shoulder now. Thinking about how kissable his ears look. "Don't know why I'm so sleepy..."
"Shifting for the first time in so long certainly takes its own toll, but I think the emotional exhaustion of everything caught up to you too," Seokjin murmurs with a little smile, rubbing his hand down Jungkook's back. "Rest for as long as you need to rest, little one, and come find us if you need anything."
So Jungkook rests.
At some point, he has a vivid dream about a pack of wolves, and although he's encountered many wolves during his time as a feral, the only one he recognizes is Namjoon. Huge, with a black coat that's flecked with grey, the same way his hair as a human is. His very presence as a wolf is all power and protection — everything an alpha should be, a worthy leader to submit to.
In his dream, Jungkook runs and hunts with them. He's chased and does the chasing; he gets grooming licks from another wolf that he wants so badly to believe is Seokjin in his wolf form.
It's just— peaceful, even if he doesn't know the other four wolves. Like watching a life that he could be living from the outside, but it's not something he feels like he's missing, exactly.
He wakes with a gasp after he notices that two very small pups have joined the pack in the dream, heart pounding for some reason, a faint ache in his chest.
It doesn't take him long to fall back asleep, though, thinking about how much he wants to tell the alphas about his dream later.
—
More time passes. Jungkook doesn't remember if they check on him again or not, but the omega starts to feel the ache of loneliness, being separated from his alphas just to waste his time oversleeping.
His? Jungkook frowns into his pillow.
When he finally wakes without the urge to roll over and close his eyes again, he realizes that he can't keep putting off facing the reality that he's been trying so hard not to think about. After processing the fact that Namjoon trusted him enough to let him shift, and Jungkook never lost himself entirely to his wolf, able to shift back when the alpha led him back up to the house...
He swallows around the lump in his throat.
They were both so proud of him, and although Jungkook was only half-listening during their dinner conversations, he remembers hearing them talk about how far Jungkook's recovery has come, and the progress that he's made.
The words terrify him.
Jungkook's wolf whines and paces inside him, unhappy with the emotional turmoil that the omega is putting himself through, but he doesn't know what else to do. He doesn't know how to just not care.
So the following morning, when he's sure that Seokjin or Namjoon will come to check on him, Jungkook hides underneath the bed.
He takes Tokki with him as an afterthought, resting his cheek on the plush rabbit and waiting, drifting off, his eyes flying back open when Seokjin knocks and then lets himself into the room.
"Jungkook-ah?"
It takes the alpha a few seconds to spot him. His look is one of surprise, and then genuine concern, when he crouches down and reaches his hand out. Jungkook tries to snarl, to snap at the reaching hand, even as his stomach twists with shame, with the wrongness of behaving that way after everything that Seokjin and Namjoon have done for him.
Seokjin blinks, dark eyebrows knitted together in confusion and hurt. And then his expression shifts, and he lets out a knowing little Ahhh.
"Jungkook-ah... Namjoon and I have worked with many ferals over the years, even before we started fostering omegas. I know what your eyes look like when you're truly lost to your wolf, and right now my own instincts are telling me that the Jungkook in front of me is very aware of what's going on. Please come out and talk to us?"
Jungkook's stomach sinks. He feels— trapped. Caught.
Not that he really thought it was as easy as just pretending to be feral (he was never a good liar...), but there's no discussion they can have that will make this situation better, when Jungkook knows how irrational his wants are. When he knows how much it will hurt to face the inevitable.
He crawls out from underneath the bed, and Seokjin's look of concern returns as he takes in Jungkook's teary eyes.
"Sweetheart," he breathes out, pulling Jungkook into his arms.
"What's wrong?" Namjoon asks a few seconds later, leaning in the doorway but then standing straighter when he realizes that his mate is comforting the distressed omega on the floor.
"I don't know yet... I'm hoping that he'll tell us."
Seokjin isn't using his scent to force Jungkook to feel calm, and he's grateful for it, but he still doesn't know what to say. How do you ask for something that you can't have, and from two people who have already given him so much?
Namjoon walks over and crouches down next to them, touching Jungkook's arm. At no point do either of the alphas make Jungkook feel ridiculous for breaking down like this, even as an adult, even when he's supposed to be recovered, and he finally chokes out, "It- It's not fair."
Seokjin combs his fingers through Jungkook's hair. "What's not fair?"
"Me expecting— expecting more than what you've done, me wah- wanting you," Jungkook stutters, "it's not fair of me to say it. I know how it works. I- I know it was temporary, I have to go back, but I don't— please, I don't—"
"Shhh," Seokjin hushes him, rocking Jungkook in his arms as the omega's breath hitches with his tears, his face messy, his heart aching. "Oh, bunny. Will you try to listen to Namjoon for a moment?" Seokjin coaxes Jungkook's face away from his neck, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table to wipe away his tears. "Just listen."
Jungkook sniffles, but he nods. Namjoon's eyebrows are furrowed with his own concern, but his deep voice is steady, gentle.
"We've fostered four omegas before you, you know. All from different situations... two of them were attached at the hip. Ah, not literally."
Jungkook blinks away more tears, his breathing calming as he listens.
"And do you know what hyung and I did, when we agreed that they had recovered, and weren't at risk of relapsing to a feral state and endangering themselves and others?"
Jungkook waits, an aching heaviness in his chest.
"We sat down with them and asked them what they want," Seokjin finishes. When Jungkook turns to look at him, there's a little smile on Seokjin's full lips.
"Whether it was to go back to the Center, or track down someone from their past that they knew, or speak to a therapist for more options..." Namjoon says. "We came to an understanding and helped give them what they wanted. We helped them, but the bond that we share with you, Jungkook-ah, is nothing like it was with the other omegas."
"So if we sat down with you," Seokjin murmurs, tucking Jungkook's long hair behind his ear and staring into his eyes, gaze so full of warmth. "What would you say that you want?"
Jungkook doesn't hesitate. Even if it's too selfish, asking for too much, there is only one answer that he can give. "I want to stay."
"With us?"
Jungkook nods.
"Okay."
Jungkook's eyes fill with tears again.
"Aigoo, enough of that," Seokjin says with an exaggerated pout, and Namjoon huffs out a laugh as Seokjin squishes Jungkook's cheeks between his hands, and then kisses his forehead, and the tip of his pinkened nose. "There are more things we'll want to talk about with you. All the messy details of how you feel, our rules, how we'd like to court you. What kinds of things you expect from us, after joining our pack, since taking care of each other goes both ways. But we have time."
"We weren't ever going to sit you down and tell you that you have to leave, baby, please believe that," Namjoon says, leaning in to also kiss Jungkook's cheek, and the omega lets out a shuddering sigh, nodding.
His eyes feel so swollen from crying, he just wants to go dunk his head in the sink now. He tells Seokjin this, and the alpha laughs.
"You can do that if you like. But let's go up to your nest and cuddle a little more, you've experienced a lot in the last couple of days, and we've missed you while you've been sleeping."
Jungkook sniffles. "Y- you missed me?"
"Are you kidding? Namjoon would've just stood there and watch you sleep if he didn't know I'd spend the next month calling him Edward Cullen for it," Seokjin says wryly, and Jungkook's face scrunches with quiet laughter. (Namjoon rolls his eyes, but he also doesn't try to deny it.)
So they cuddle.
It's a little crowded on the bed, but they make it work. Jungkook doesn't want to fall back asleep, so they talk a little bit about courting, about finally getting Jungkook his own phone, about maybe introducing him to some of their friends. But Jungkook is more interested in this right now — in the intimacy, in the way it feels to be surrounded by the comforting scents of the two alphas he's in love with.
Jungkook has his first kiss with Seokjin, their lips slowly pressing together, Seokjin's mouth plush and soft against his own. And then he has his second kiss with Namjoon, blushing at the swoop in his stomach when Namjoon's lips move wetly with his own, when they both tell him that he's a natural at it. At one point, Seokjin sends Namjoon off the bed to collect Tokki when Jungkook remembers that the bunny is still down there, and he holds it while they hold him, enjoying the comfort of this until his stomach inevitably grumbles with hunger.
But Jungkook is— so full of hope, now, full of gratitude for the two alphas, that he isn't sure what he can say to convey those big feelings. He hopes that he finds the words to tell them how much all of this means to him soon. For now, Namjoon just rubs a hand down his back and says,
"Selfishly, Jungkook-ah... we're both glad that you want to stay. It was always your choice, and we would've respected whatever you wanted. But it also would've been one of the hardest things we've ever had to do, letting go of you."
It feels like Jungkook's heart cracks, a splintering warmth that leaves him breathless, desperate.
The plush rabbit gets shoved aside and Jungkook is turning around in Namjoon's arms, hugging the alpha tightly, reassured when Namjoon's strong arms hug him back.
Seokjin kisses the back of his neck. Jungkook tucks his nose against Namjoon's scent gland, breathing until he's sure that there's no trace of uncertainty in the alpha's scent.
Just steadiness, warmth, and the same heartbeat that gave Jungkook that feeling of home, when his wolf was curled up next to Namjoon's on the grass, resting between playing, and his ears were focused on that even, thumping beat, the reminder that he wasn't alone
"Don't ever let go of me," Jungkook says quietly, fiercely. "Please."
And they don't.