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The two Pack Alphas shake their hands before the entire council of Nonsu, sealing the fate of their Alpha and Omega sons into a lifelong union. An alliance that guarantees loyalty and an unbreakable bond.
Min Yoongi is the eldest alpha son of Min Younghan, the fierce leader of Sunju, a pack that bears the reputation of skilled hunters and guards with their extensive training and knowledge in that area. For a pack like Nonsu, a community focused on pack welfare, this alliance is a necessity.
It started when a larger pack than either of theirs, Mungjin, declared war with Sunju on the first snowfall. That was five months ago. the war has long passed, but the uncertainty of it recurring lingers. Devastation in the Sunju pack remains. Recovering from the casualties and losses proved to be difficult, and as a last resort for restoration, they set aside their pride and sought alliance with their neighboring pack, Nonsu.
Political alliance in itself is fragile, a relationship that can be easily breached, as loyalty and priority are forever reserved for their respective packs. Thus, a rather controversial approach has been negotiated. An arranged mating between Min Yoongi and Nonsu’s Alpha Park Jihoon’s only son, Omega Park Jimin.
It is in a wolf’s nature to bond, to court, to mate. However, it is not just any matter that one does to anyone they meet. It is a spiritual practice among wolves, a natural instinct that is treated with high regards, not to be tread upon lightly. For this reason, elders from both packs disapproved, even if standard procedures prior to mating will still be followed. Yet, Younghan and Jihoon are both stubborn alphas, and that is why Yoongi is brought to this moment.
He sits in between his father and younger alpha brother, Jungkook. While everyone’s attentions are on the pack alphas, his eyes are solely set on his future mate, Park Jimin. Glaring at the omega, as if he is the one responsible for his life imprisonment, a petty, childish thought that is reserved only for him and his inner alpha. Mating is the last thing in Yoongi's mind, especially in the middle of a crisis in their pack.
Though, it is undeniable indeed that the omega is stunning. His brown hair tinged with a golden sheen when under a lighting. His small, golden eyes that hold a hint of a dangerous edge to it, a telltale sign of a bold omega who would be damned to care about anything. His full, plump lips that presses into a straight line when an elder even so breathes the same air as him, as if he's holding back a witty retort that would end up in a scandalous argument.
Park Jimin is sinfully beautiful, and Yoongi’s inner alpha cannot determine whether he sees it as a threat or a treat. Either way, he is in full control of himself, his alpha. Therefore, whatever his alpha decides to feel about the omega, Yoongi is confident he can keep a rational mind.
“Let me invite you all to a dinner with our pack members, a welcoming feast for our new brothers and sisters,” Jihoon says with a bright smile on his face.
Jungkook leans to his side and whispers, “This is our new life now.” Defeat laces his voice, and Yoongi can only look at the other alpha with a blank face, careful for any eyes that may be observing on the sidelines.
“We are honored. Thank you, Alpha Park,” Younghan says with equal enthusiasm.
When the meeting is adjourned, the pack alphas stay behind with their sons. The fathers are talking among themselves, while Yoongi is back to staring at his future mate, who’s currently looking down at the table. Looks can definitely deceive. The omega looks small and submissive at the moment, yet he knows there's something more behind it. His future mate is an open mystery.
His mate. What an odd word to associate with anyone.
Being the pack’s head hunter and guard, Yoongi never had the time to even consider looking at anyone’s way in a romantic sense. Perhaps it is easy to say that he does not have experience with such, but at the same time, he knows enough. Courting is very common, he’s seen it plenty of times—and he dislikes it, to simply put.
Back in his pack, there are traditional gifts and gestures the alphas give and do for their omegas. They are instinctual acts more than anything, one that has become the norm for their pack since their first generation ancestors. Not that Yoongi is denying his wolf—their wolf nature, but he simply cannot find the appeal of courting in such… way.
Posturing, for one, is what annoys him the most. For more than a decade, he had to put up with posturing alphas in the training field—naive hunters who think that they can beat him in his field. Everyone was easy to fight, it was rather their cocky attitudes that irked him and made the sparring boring. Cocky is boring and cliché.
“I hope you’ll settle well, Alpha Yoongi.”
His entire body freezes when he registers Jimin’s words. And voice. Light, almost airy, and a hint of teasing in it. Though, Yoongi must have imagined it, but it sounded like so to him.
“What’s the matter, Alpha?” Jimin whispers with his eyebrows raised, a smile now settling on his face. And there's that way he says it—alpha, as if saying the word gives him pleasure.
This leads Yoongi to believe that the omega is taking their arrangement lightly. And he hates it. Here he is, struggling to accept the fact that he will be courting a stranger. Meanwhile, the said stranger seems to be having fun, finding amusement in their political relationship.
“Why, do I have to move here just to court you?” Distant and clipped. Jungkook sighs beside him.
The omega’s smile only seems to grow wider, though, his scent beginning to travel in Yoongi’s way and wrapping itself around his throat like a chokehold. Intoxicating is what it is, and he hates that he cannot find it in him to scold Jimin and make him stop.
“Yes, you do. It’s customary in Nonsu for outsider alphas to move into the pack when he shows interest in one of our omegas.”
Cultural differences, another obstacle that Yoongi knows will only bring more trouble in the future. Not that he has anything against different cultures, traditions and others, but simply because he thinks they would never meet eye-to-eye—in most cases, at least. It will only make things harder for them both.
“I’m not interested in you.”
It is a plain fact, but Jungkook coughs beside him while Jimin only puckers his lips. His sweet scent remaining the way it is tells him that the omega is not wavered. In fact, it actually seems to get sweeter. There is amusement and excitement to it.
“You will be, sooner or later,” Jimin confidently says, leaning forward over the table.
It was not intentional, really. Yoongi's eyes just automatically traveled down to the omega’s exposed chest, as his white, flowy, linen top hangs down from his position. Again, unintentional. As a hunter, Yoongi is used to raking his eyes over his prey—that sounds so wrong. Jimin is not a prey. No, the alpha is just used to his hunting lifestyle, he is not used to being around omegas, that is all. Omegas like Jimin, that is.
“I didn't think sooner would be right now.”
“You are mistaken,” Yoongi says, quick and sharp. Dismissive, almost too defensive.
His eyes meet Jimin’s, and he feels his chest stutter in time with the omega’s fluttering eyelashes.
“Your mate is wounded. Don't you think he’s attractive at least?”
That was a bait. And yet, against all odds, Yoongi takes it.
“He thinks his future mate is attractive. It is an objective fact, and you seem to know it.”
The sigh Jungkook lets out beside him is deeper, attention-grabbing, but none of the two still turn to look at him.
Jimin hums in satisfaction before he tilts his head and says, “Your future mate thinks his alpha is attractive as well. Very, very much so.”
Yoongi is at a loss of words. He does not know how to respond, so he resorts to finally addressing Jungkook. When he looks at his brother, the alpha is already staring at him with a deadpanned expression. He imagines how disturbed the pup must be at the awkward interaction.
“We must head back to our rooms. I have a matter to discuss with you.”
“Sure,” comes the bored response.
The brothers stand in sync, and sparing a final glance at his future mate, Yoongi sees that the omega is still staring at him with that mischievous smile of his.
“Father, Alpha Park, Jungkook and I will be heading out. We have an important matter to discuss.”
“Oh, sure, you two may take leave,” Jihoon says while gesturing to the door.
“Let's speak at the cabin later, sons,” Younghan says afterwards.
They both bow and Yoongi turns to leave first before Jungkook follows. He hears Jimin’s voice talking to their fathers before the door closes behind them. He ignores how pleasant the omega’s voice had been with the leaders compared to speaking with him.
“Annoying,” is all Yoongi says to put his feeings into a nutshell.
A hand pats his shoulder. “Your scent thinks otherwise.” Then Jungkook walks ahead.
His words make Yoongi scoff, but he cannot bring himself to verbally deny it. Deep down, he knows he meant what he said—Park Jimin is annoying. The wolf inside him can disagree all he wants, spike his scent, tint his eyes blue, whatever, but his rational mind would never fall for it.
“Alpha Yoongi.” The alpha freezes. “I thought you had an important discussion with Alpha Jungkook.”
“We are about to, but then you came out.” He turns around and sees Jimin walking up to him. The omega’s flowy clothes are now hidden under a light coat that combats the moderate cold of the early spring. He looks smaller like this, more tolerable.
“I saw Alpha Jungkook leave. You don't seem to be in a rush to follow him for someone who has an important discussion.”
He takes back his words. Jimin is not tolerable at all. How people act the way the omega acts is a wonder to him. Has Yoongi not given him enough hints of disinterest? That he wants to be left alone? That he is not interested in forming a real relationship? This is all business, yet the omega cannot seem to get it in his brain.
“Omega Jimin,” Yoongi says tiredly.
“Yes?”
“With all due respect—leave me alone.” With that, he turns around and begins making his way to the guest cabin. However, as he had expected, Jimin is stubborn.
The omega quickly catches up to his side and says, “I am wounded.”
“Stay wounded.”
“Why are you so cold? You seem to be interested in me, yet you act otherwise. It’s very confusing.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow. “I am not interested in you.”
The omega has a knack of twisting words—or to be more accurate, misunderstanding words. He has admitted to Jimin that he finds him attractive, but would that automatically mean that he is interested? He thinks, in most cases, it would. However, in his case, it would not.
“Your eyes and your scent says otherwise,” Jimin says, mirroring Jungkook’s words.
He stops in his tracks and faces the omega. With a barely concealed growl, he says, “Just because I find you stunning, does not mean I am interested in you. Our relationship is purely for political reasons.”
Yoongi is trying his best to put his point across by lacing his words with a serious tone, just so Jimin could see that he is definitely not joking around. And yet, the hard-headed omega still does not get it, because he tilts his head in that teasing manner and says, “Oh?”
Jimin steps closer and lowers his voice for his next words. “I like how you say that word, stunning.”
There is no use talking to this man. Yoongi does not accept defeat, but it is quite tiring having to deal with… airheads. He has never encountered someone like Jimin before, someone pushy and persistent—invasive of personal boundaries. He longs for those peaceful days in Sunju, where he does not have to put up with all of this. And to make matters worse, he has to mate this person.
“Excuse me,” he grits out before he walks off again, but he does not reach far as the omega runs up to his front, and presses a hand to his chest to stop him.
“Nope, I am not done with you yet, my alpha.”
His heart picks up at the term, but Yoongi quickly buries it by sneering. “I am not your alpha.”
“Why? I’m your omega now, so.”
Those words strike his heart once more, but the surprise has him speechless. Jimin had said it in a matter of fact, but the ease in the way he says it takes Yoongi aback. It proves his earlier observation that the omega is, indeed, taking this lightly, as if he, too, is not about to be courted and get mated with a stranger alpha.
“Interesting. You like the sound of me being your omega, yet you don't want to be my alpha,” Jimin says with an impassive smile.
“I don’t—” Yoongi rushes to deny, but Jimin speaks over him.
“You’re just like the others, then. I’m not surprised.”
This time, his words genuinely set Yoongi off. He takes a step closer, but makes sure to leave a decent distance between them. “I am not like the others you speak about.”
“Really?”
Anger and frustration laces his voice. “I am your alpha? Fine, I am. It’s a fact, so I shall accept that. It does not bother me, but what bothers me is when people immediately assume my character when they haven't even known me for long.”
Jimin shortens the distance until they are standing foot-to-foot. “Oh, I think I can take a guess on what kind of alpha you are, Alpha Yoongi.”
He doesn't address the lack of distance, and instead just scoffs in the omega’s face. “Enlighten me, Omega Jimin.”
“You act like you’re better than others, that you can fight your instincts, use your brain more than your wolf. But deep inside, your instincts are just as strong, and are waiting to come out of their shell. You suppress them because you dislike what you see from other alphas.”
Partly false. Yoongi does not suppress his instincts, he simply knows how to moderate himself. Every action has a consequence, and one of those consequences could be humiliation. It is not because of ego that he controls his instincts, but rather self preservation, protection. Perhaps the only thing Jimin got right is his dislike towards the things he sees from other alphas.
“Yes, you may have a better moral compass than them, but when it comes to your omega, you’re just as possessive, obsessed, and knotheaded.” Yoongi almost recoils at those words, but Jimin continues, “You're just acting like you're not interested in me because you want to prove your father, and your instincts, wrong—that you're not as eager to mate me like the other alphas who flock all over me.”
He is speechless. And a tad irritated—which is an understatement. His skin is crawling and his hands are formed into trembling fists. Yoongi feels like ripping off his skin and turning into a wolf, just so he could snarl and growl all he wants, so that the lump in his throat would go away, and then run off into the woods and wreak havoc on any prey he sees.
Jimin's words burn his stomach, and he wants to wretch at how ticked off the omega just made him feel. No—ticked off is also an understatement. This man just pushed Yoongi right off to the edge and held him there by a thin loose thread on his shirt. This fuel clouds his mind to the point where he does not even remember what part of Jimin's little speech irked him the fuck off.
Was it the accuracy? Was it the way the omega read him so damn easily? Was it the way that Yoongi found him attractive that up close? Was it the fact that Jimin has a whole lot of alphas after him?
In the end, “Alphas flock over you?” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth.
“See? You're getting jealous now,” Jimin says with a growing smirk on his face, those damn lips that Yoongi wants to—
“I am not, I am simply concerned about the fact that alphas flock over you.”
Yoongi thinks his reaction is quite justifiable, considering that the thought of having numerous strange people seek you is concerning. Do they bombard Jimin? Do they follow him around? Do they respect his personal space? If he had an omega brother with the same predicament as Jimin, those alphas would not make it to the next sunrise.
That is an excellent explanation for his response, right?
“Have you even heard the other things I just said?”
Yoongi forces a scoff. “Yes, I have, but I choose not to acknowledge them because all they are are baseless assumptions.”
“They are not baseless. I am more observant than you think—a feat a hunter should have, no?”
Surprise colors Yoongi’s face “You’re a hunter?”
Images of Jimin in his element flood Yoongi's mind. The omega holding a bow and arrow, shooting the prey with precision. Jimin in his wolf form, jumping on the prey and biting its neck with those strong, chiseled jaws. Jimin, a hunter. It is… objectively attractive. Any alpha would find a strong, skilled omega to be attractive—and that thought has his skin intching.
“Yes. Does that bother your alpha? That an omega is just as strong and capable as you are?”
Yoongi’s forces another scoff. “No, I am actually very glad about it. That way, I wouldn't have to hunt for and feed a spoiled brat of an omega.”
“Oh, you have some bark to you, I will give you that. I like my alphas with sass.”
Yoongi feels the muscles in his face twitch, and he grits his teeth in frustration. At what, he is not sure. “And I like my omegas who know the concept of personal space.” He pushes a finger on Jimin’s chest after he says that, not too hard, but enough so that the omega voluntarily takes a step back.
He expects the omega to be offended, angry at the rude gesture. However, all he gets is a laugh—a sweet, yet mocking laugh. “I’ll have you know, this is just foreplay to me. Bark all you want, push me all you want, it only pleases me further.”
Utter disbelief. Yoongi’s mind goes haywire. “And I like my omegas with preservation and class,” he spits out, and before he could see Jimin’s reaction, he walks off.
A loud, echoing bang vibrates the cabin floors when Yoongi slams the door closed. It has the alphas lounging in the sofa jump in surprise, and turn to him in alert and irritation. Their reactions are paid no attention as Yoongi paces around the floor while peeling the layers off of him—the hat, the coat, and his belt where his knife and sword are attached.
“That omega infuriates me.” He is breathless as he speaks, the adrenaline of what just happened between him and the omega—of what he just felt during their odd conversation—pumping unnecessary energy in his system.
“Does he?” Taehyung asks, curious, yet appearing to lack utmost interest.
“He quips, he rambles, he speaks nonsense, he’s—he’s crude, and such a brat.” His face twists as he continues the list while struggling to find the right words to describe his future mate. “Immature, sensual, smug.”
“Wow,” both Taehyung and Jungkook say in unison, unimpressed yet surprised.
“And so judgmental. It fucking annoys me.” A growl escapes his throat, and he pats his chest to cut it off.
“You're also judging him now,” he hears Taehyung say.
“Taehyung, don’t even—” Jungkook tries, but Yoongi speaks over him, facing the couple with a scowl. “Because he fucking judged me first.”
“Oh, boy…” Jungkook mutters as he readjusts in his seat.
“Yoongi, let's breathe for a moment, hm?” Taehyung suggests calmly, yet Yoongi remains unfazed, not listening to any of them.
“He said I’m just like those other alphas—possessive, obsessed, and knotheaded.” He scoffs loudly in disbelief as he says those words. Jimin really had the gall to say that to him, right in his face. “Do you think I’m like those?” He lets out an incredulous laugh.
“Of course not!”
“I guess not.”
Yoongi glares at his brother. “You guess?”
Having had enough, Jungkook sighs and leans forward as he speaks. “Look, Yoongi. Don't let Jimin get to your head. He’s only being this way so you’d break off the deal.”
“Jungkook has a point.” Taehyung nods his head, agreeing. “He’s purposely putting you off so that you’d break things off.”
“He’s a smart guy, isn't he? He knows what he’s doing.”
Yoongi pauses in his tracks and thinks deeply for a moment. “You're right…” He mutters. He knew it was odd, way too odd, that the omega was calm about the whole situation. Jimin was plotting. “He’s trying to sabotage.”
Jungkook snaps his fingers. “You get it.”
“That cunning omega.” Yoongi's scowl deepens, and he turns to look out the window, at the direction of the omega’s house. “I’ll show him.”
“Show him what?”
“That I’m not deterred by his words, his tricks. I’ll make sure that we will end up mating, that there's no backing out from this.”
No matter what Jimin does, Yoongi will stay. He will stay until the day they mate comes. He will stay even in sickness. He will stay even in drought. He will stay even in war. He will stay until they are too old to even argue. He will stay until death meets them. He will stay for a fucking lifetime—multiple lifetimes—if that means proving Jimin wrong.
“And I’ll show him that I am not like the other alphas who flock all over him.”
Yoongi is different. He does not posture, brag, possess, and obsess. His action plan will be simple—do exactly the opposite of what Jimin expects him to do. He will say yes to the omega’s whims, he will give him gifts that are not expected from an alpha, and he will act unlike the typical alphas he knows.
The door opens then and in enters Pack Alpha Min. Taehyung stands to greet the elder, while the sons simply turn to face their father.
“Everything is officially settled,” Younghan says. The old man takes a seat on one of the sofas, settling comfortably as he focuses his attention on Yoongi. “No more objections, Yoongi.”
“No worries, Father. I have no plans to break this agreement.” Then, under a whisper, he says to himself, “Unlike someone…”
“What do you all think of Nonsu so far?” The eldest alpha diverts the topic. “I find Pack Alpha Park to be a pleasant man to negotiate with.”
“He seems fair, and judging by the pack members’ appearances, they seem to be well taken care of,” Jungkook says.
“And the people seem to be welcoming,” Taehyung adds to the younger’s statement.
“You, Yoongi?” Everyone turns to the said alpha, and the latter could only swallow his words about Jimin as he admits sharing their sentiments.
“Alpha Park did his pack well.” He nods.
Indeed the Nonsu pack is well taken care of. Their members seem light on their feet, and no one looks stuck up. Every single one of them had been welcoming when the three of them arrived, and although some were wary—understandably so—they did not show hostility and instead treated them with civility. The members of Nonsu are well people, and Yoongi is glad that it's this pack they’ll be coordinating with.
“We will proceed as planned,” Younghan changes the subject again. Despite his comfortable position, he seems to be in a rush. “I must leave in a day or two, I cannot leave Sunju any longer than we already have. Jungkook will be coming with me, and Taehyung will be staying with you. Establish strong connections here with the pack members, then the goal is to have you and Omega Jimin mate by autumn.”
“What if his omega rejects me?” Yoongi mutters, avoiding his father's eyes. He hates having to show him his uncertainties—he has to be strong for his entire pack.
His father doesn't look annoyed with the question, and simply answers it with a plain fact. “We’ve already talked about this with them, even him. A ritualistic mating would not be necessary—as long as there is a bite, everything is permanently sealed for both of our packs.” Younghan stands up. “How you and Omega Jimin will navigate your relationship is up to you both.” Then with a concluding nod, the pack alpha walks out of the cabin.
Yoongi is not sure if he and Jimin will ever come up with something harmonious for them. There is always the option for them to remain neutral towards one another, and that the omega can love others if he so wishes. The alpha thinks he can live with that kind of agreement, knowing and understanding that love cannot be forced—if he cannot give that to Jimin, then someone else can, all while they are mated simply to keep both packs’ alliance and strength.
What would Jimin think if he proposed that?
“Why is he suddenly cold? He was very pleasant earlier,” Jungkook complains as he drapes himself all over his seat.
“Must've been reminded of Omega Min,” answers Taehyung, and Yoongi huffs in defeat, agreeing.
“I won’t worry about father right now. That brat omega is my main concern at the moment.”
“Brothers and sisters, we're gathered here today to celebrate and welcome our new brothers and sisters, the Sunju Pack!”
The food hall livens up with the pack’s claps and cheers. It is a wholesome sight that Yoongi admittedly feels strongly for, empowered it seems. This may not be his clan, but they will soon become brothers and sisters. Seeing the life on their faces gives him hope.
“Starting tomorrow, Alpha Min Yoongi of Sunju will officially begin courting our one and only, Omega Park Jimin.” The crowd gasps in unison, as if they had not heard the talks earlier already. But perhaps they are more shocked at the confirmation—that the rumors were true and not baseless.
Alpha Park lifts his goblet and turns to face Yoongi. “May your wolves bond, cherish one another, and most importantly—stay faithful and loyal to one another.” He said it with a smile, but Yoongi catches the warning edge to it that he nods in response to.
Turning back to the crowd, Jihoon joyfully says, “Enjoy your evenings, everybody!”
As Yoongi enjoys his meal, half-listening to the conversation happening between his and Jimin’s family beside him, someone pulls a chair to his left, which is the end of the table. A plate—that looks nothing like everyone’s— packed with food is set down rather clumsily that has Yoongi looking up. It's Jimin.
Something hollows his chest as dread fills him, and he holds back an eye roll when Jimin grins brightly, quite mischievously at him.
“Hello, future mate.”
“Hi,” he quips then focuses back on his food.
“Ah, tsk tsk tsk—you ought to be more enthusiastic when interacting with me, my future alpha. Eyes are everywhere, and, well,” Jimin leans into his side, whispering, “Alphas are everywhere.”
This has Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowing. He looks at the omega, almost regrets it when their noses almost touch, but he keeps his composure and asks almost angrily, but more irritatedly, “What are you implying?” Jimin’s scent is very potent, especially up close. It churns the food in his stomach.
The omega’s voice as he speaks turns sweet, teasing, sultry. “They're not discouraged just because some strong, handsome alpha from another pack came all the way here to court the omega of their dreams.”
Jimin leans into his ear then, whispering in that same tone. It has the hairs on Yoongi’s body stand, pricking at his skin, has his heart pounding, has his finger twitching over his fork. “They'll take any opportunity they can get to steal me from you.”
Yoongi almost laughs in disbelief. His alpha is enraged, but he keeps himself calm as he, too, whispers in Jimin’s ear. “Falling for them would be breaching the deal. Betraying your future mate would jeopardize what your father worked hard for, no?”
The omega chuckles. “Hm, I like that argument. Fine, you win this round.” He pulls away with a smirk adorning his face. A look that Yoongi wants to wipe out with measures he does not want to mention.
“No one’s tallying.”
“Who said I wasn't?”
Yoongi scoffs. “Childish.”
Jimin rolls his eyes and leans back into his seat, arms crossed. “You are adverse to fun.” Like this, he looks like a true personification of the word brat.
“Because nothing about political arrangements is fun, Omega Jimin.”
“Are you also adverse to dancing?”
Yoongi has put it upon himself to agree to the omega’s every whim, but he forgot to point out that it will only apply to when they officially start courting. As per Alpha Park Jihoon’s words, it officially begins tomorrow. Therefore, Yoongi does not really have any reason to agree to Jimin potentially inviting him outside to dance.
With no hesitation, Yoongi nods as he says, “Very much so,” without looking at the omega.
“Very well.” Jimin abruptly stands, catching the attention of their family in around the table.
Yoongi looks around the table before angrily whispering to the omega, “Where are you going?”
“To find another alpha to dance with me,” he says with finality before walking off, leaving his belongings behind.
“Wait—” Yoongi scoffs in disbelief as he watches Jimin’s back. “Fucking—” He quietly excuses himself before getting up to follow the omega, not forgetting to bring both of their belongings with him.
Outside the food hall is a different kind of noise. While the food hall was loud with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of utensils and tableware, outside was loud with music, cheering, and youngsters enjoying their night dancing. A big bonfire crackles in the center as well, setting a great, lively mood that helps warm everyone up. Still, the night remains cold.
It does not take him long to find Jimin who is making his way to the center of the crowd. With haste, he catches up to the omega and pulls at his wrist as he calls him, “Jimin!”
His future mate turns to look at him with a proud smirk, and Yoongi only rolls his eyes upon seeing it. Of course, Jimin is doing all of this on purpose. He drags the omega to the side, away from the crowd, then levels him with a glare.
“Dropping the titles, we’re finally making progress!”
Ignoring his words, Yoongi grabs Jimin’s shoulders, asking angrily, “Why are you doing this?”
And, really, the way the omega is taking this lightly, shrugging his shoulders with that smug smile of his—it is irking and pushing Yoongi to the edge. “Because I’m trying to prove my point,” says Jimin, ever carefree.
Yoongi scoffs as he feels the crawl in his skin returning. It really is a talent to be able to annoy the fuck out of anyone whenever he pleases. “What fucking point?”
“That you're just another typical alpha,” Jimin says with a laugh. “It’s not something to be ashamed of, Yoongi. Wolf instincts—they’re instincts, it’s nature.” He shrugs.
There must be something wrong with Jimin’s head. “Why do you want me to be like that so bad?” What could he have possibly done—aside from glaring at him across the table during the meeting—that provoked Jimin to have him make it his life mission to get on Yoongi’s nerves? Nothing!
“Because I find it attractive.”
Is he fucking serious? Yoongi does not think he has ever cursed so much in his life before, not until he met a certain omega. “You're projecting your fantasies onto me? You really have no class, do you? Add shame to that as well!”
“You just look like the perfect embodiment of a true, raw alpha.”
True alpha? Raw alpha? What the fuck does he mean by that?! Yoongi is not following with Jimin anymore. He doesn’t even know what he means by that! Personally, he thinks no one is the perfect image of an alpha, that there is no exact definition of a true alpha. Frankly, he is very tempted to mirror Jimin’s words, if only to make the omega realize just how fucked up the words coming out of his mouth is.
“You're so keen on destroying this alliance,” Yoongi forwardly accuses, having had enough of Jimin’s games.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
Jimin leans into his face, now irritated as well. “I’m not,” he says.
“Fine, but just so you know, I’ll never be that alpha you think and want me to be.”
“Really?” The playful look is back on Jimin’s face, and Yoongi can only do so much to hold himself back from punching away that smug look. He is done with this omega.
“I’m not some naive, ignorant pup who’s driven by instincts. I don't posture, I don’t brag, I don’t give primal courting gifts, I’m not possessive, I’m not obsessed, and I’m not a fucking knothead.”
“If you're none of those, then would you allow me to party with my friend group that consists mostly of alphas?” Jimin asks while pointing his thumb over his shoulder.
Yoongi freezes in his place, taken aback. He looks to the direction Jimin pointed, and sees a group of people dancing, talking, and laughing while holding a cup in their hands, probably liquor. Seeing that, he cannot help but think, those are his friends? He knows he is not the type of guy to party, so he has no say to these kinds of environment, but it definitely shows just how far both of their worlds are.
Jimin is an outgoing guy—he loves being around people, he likes the energy, the noise. Meanwhile, Yoongi can only survive at least an hour before he starts to get sick of it. It is perhaps with this environment where the omega gets his attitude. The alphas. It’s them. Yoongi puts all the blame on those alphas that Jimin calls his friends for making him unbearably annoying.
If there is one thing that makes an alpha, it is how annoying they are. That is the true, raw alpha.
With that logic, does that mean Yoongi is annoying?
Either way, what he feels about Jimin and his friends do not matter, nor the permission the omega playfully seeked.
“Fine,” Yoongi grits out. Though he wonders what Jimin would do if he said no.
“Your scent doesn't think it’s fine,” Jimin cheekily says with a grin.
“Because you’re testing my patience, not about what you just said.”
“Alright, then I’ll tone it down.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow. “Tone what down?”
“It's fun to get on your nerves but if I want to prove my point, then I shall leave you be.” Jimin presses a finger against Yoongi’s chest and taps as he says, “I won't rile you up, I won't try to get a reaction out of you anymore. I’ll simply sit back, do my own thing, and wait for you to react by yourself.”
He looks down at the finger that lingers a second longer than necessary before it drops. Without looking up from the spot, Yoongi says, “I think I would love that. I’ll finally have some peace.”
“We’ll see.” Yoongi finally looks up, just as Jimin begins to slowly back away from him, wearing that signature cheeky smile of his. “Remember, you already find me stunning, Alpha Yoongi, and that's your human admission alone. Imagine how your wolf feels about me. It's thousand times more than how your human side feels.”
“We're equally level,” Yoongi defends.
“Then why is your scent following me as I back away from you? Why is your wolf scenting me?” And Jimin laughs. A soft sound that gets buried by the ongoing party—yet it still reaches his ears. Tickling, attention-grabbing, tugging at the strings entangled in Yoongi’s chest that he doesn’t know where each begins and ends. “Enjoy your evening, Alpha Yoongi.” And he smiles. A sight is darkened by the bright bonfire hitting the omega’s back—but the moon must favor Jimin, for its light casts down to give his smile that glow. A glow that makes him look like a star.
…
The alpha is admittedly stunned to silence.
Jimin gets farther, and somehow, he cannot accept that.
“Wait.” He rushes forward and grabs his wrist. The omega stares in shock, and he sees expectation sitting in his eyes. What he’s expecting is beyond him.
The omega will be dancing and drinking all night, but Yoongi knows he will need at least a little form of warmth that is not liquor. Opting out Jimin’s coat, Yoongi takes his own scarf and quickly wraps it around the omega’s neck. A coat would be too heavy, and would most likely be taken off during the night.
Jimin is uncharacteristically quiet, staring at him with wide eyes and an agape mouth as he adjusts the scarf.
“Enjoy your evening, Omega Jimin,” he says once he is finished. And he does not wait for a response or reaction as he hurriedly turns around and goes back into the food hall, his hands full of both of their coats.