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Chapter One:

A young man sat in a chair, waiting patiently. His father was a grand King of a glorious Kingdom... Supposedly... Honestly, he didn't really know.

Min Yoongi was an omega prince. What that meant was he had no business listening and learning about the Kingdom. Of course, he never listened to that kind of rule. He had some friends in the records room of the castle that helped keep him up to date on statistics and some of the policies passed in his Kingdom... But honestly, he didn't know as much as he'd like to know.

Currently he was seated in a chair across from his father, a desk between them as the older man worked.

"How are you feeling, son?" He asked, eyes on his task.

Yoongi furrowed his brows. His father never requested him for small talk... His father barely registered his existence. He had an older brother, Geumjae, who was an Alpha... Yoongi was obsolete...

"Fine... Everything okay?" He quirked a brow.

He sighed. "No." He put his quill down, looking up at the other with linked fingers. "As you know, the Min and Jeon households have been at odds for... A very long time..."

"Ever since you slept with Lady Jeon when I was six." He quipped.

"Shut it." He narrowed his eyes, the smaller male huffing. "You will not take that tone with me, or I will have you caned in the fucking street."

He flinched, looking down at his lap. "Yes, Sir."

He shifted. "We've come to an agreement. We will unite our houses." He said simply. "They have two sons and I have two sons." He watched the younger carefully.

Yoongi froze, dread already filling him. "... Okay..." He looked up, his palms starting to sweat. "S-Sir-"

"I have sent out a letter and requested the presence of the Jeons. From what your chamber maids have said you should be due for a heat within the next few days."

His jaw went slack. "S-Sir..." He said carefully, gripping the arm of the chair. "W-what are you implying?"

"I'm not implying anything. I'm telling." He shrugged. "In a few days, when your heat starts, you will mate Lord Jeon's eldest son." He sat back in his chair at his desk. “Do you have any questions?” He asked, voice deep and strong.

“Yeah.” The younger grumbled. “What if I say no?” He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at his father.

He sighed. “Yoongi… this isn’t an option. It’s a necessity.” He stated, eyes boring into his son.

“Get Geumjae to do it.” He muttered out dryly.

“Geumjae isn’t an omega. And they want an omega to mate their Alpha.” He stated rather simply.

Yoongi bristled, his throat starting to tighten. He already knew he wasn’t going to win this battle. “I’m not some bargaining piece you can just toss across a board game! I’m not mating some random guy so you can make a peace treaty! It’s ridiculous!”

“This is not up for discussion, nor is it a suggestion! We need to join our houses!” He barked.

"No! Just because you fucked up, doesn’t mean-”

A loud growl shook the room, the other flinching slightly, his head ducking down. He hated the urge to submit.

“You listen here, Min Yoongi. You will mate that boy at your next heat, understood?”

He sighed. “I don’t even know his name.” He looked down at his hands, frowning. He could feel his skin crawl at the thought of some burly Alpha climbing on top of him.

“Junghyun. Jungwoo’s eldest. He’s a couple years younger than you.” He informed, shuffling through some papers. “Now, if you don’t mind… this Kingdom isn’t going to rule itself.”

Yoongi scowled, getting up, letting the chair scrape on the ground as a form of spite.

He ignored the servants on the way back, slamming his door. It was fucking ridiculous! His older brother, Geumjae, was in line to take over after his father. Because Yoongi was an omega he was to be married off to some Alpha. It was bullshit! Fucking bullshit!

He whimpered slightly, sitting heavily on his bed, his head hung low.

In all honesty he knew he would be married off at some point. After all, it was his job as an omega... He had just hoped they would forget he existed so he could run away before then.

He was kind of scared... Because he was supposed to get married off, he was seen as... Special in a way. He had almost no contact with anyone because they could 'taint' his mind. He wasn't allowed to date that way he'd stay pure for whatever Alpha they sent him away to... That's the part that scared him... What if the alpha was rough and mean? Yoongi had never done anything before... What if he injured him or something?

He flinched. He had read horror stories in the archives and heard terrible tales from chambermaids about how a friend of a friend slept with an aggressive Alpha and was torn apart down there... He heard and read about people bleeding out in childbirth. He knew not all Alphas were the same, but all the ones he met were cocky and always looking down on him because of his status... Or trying to charm him to gain the title of prince. He didn't want to marry that.

He saw how much it hurt his eomma when she was alive to be looked so down upon.

He didn't want to be in that position!

He startled when his door opened, a few of his servants carrying piles of freshly washed bedding.

"For when your heat hits, Young master Yoongi." He gave a bow of respect, the three of them placing the fabrics down on a table in his room.

"We will bring your water tonight and halfway through your heat, as usual..." There was a pause. "It is our understanding, young master Yoongi, that you will be taken care of this heat and will not need our assistance." He shifted a bit nervously, knowing Yoongi didn't want to do this. "We will leave food outside the door and knock each morning."

"We wish you luck on your mating, Master Yoongi." One of the other young men bowed.

"We... Will miss you." The smallest of them said softly.

"Thank you, Taemin and Jaesung... And..." He sighed, turning to the slightly smaller, his eyes watering as the other sniffled. "I'm not going anywhere without my best friend, Jimin." He said softly, getting a small smile, disbelief in those dark eyes. "Do me a favour?" He asked.

"Of course, hyung." He dropped the formers official title, smiling sadly.

"Tell my father I will agree to his terms and not put up any fight so long as he meets a few demands."

He nodded. "Okay. Sleep well tonight, hyung." He walked over, Yoongi embracing the omega tight.

"Goodnight Minnie... Its gonna be weird not having our heat together." He chuckled, the other blushing.

"Yeah. We've had... How many heats together?" He hummed

Yoongi let out breath, doing the math in his head. "Four heats a year for five years... So twenty heats." He nodded.

Jimin smiled. "Sounds about right. Its gonna be weird." He sighed heavily, eyes watering again. "Right, well... I know how you like to be alone the two days before your heat-"

"Stay this time?" Yoongi asked, looking at the other. He glanced to his two other chambermaids. They were newer and he hadn't really bonded with them like he had with Jimin. "Can you tell my father I will agree on certain conditions?"

"Of course, young master Yoongi." They bowed, heading out.

He sighed. "Come cuddle with me. I'm pouty." He murmured when the door closed.

Jimin smiled, crawling up into the decent sized bed, snuggling into his fellow omega.

Both their chests rattled, purrs filling the room as they nuzzled.

Neither had ever felt any sexual attraction or need from each other. It's part of the reason they were such good friends. Both understood that sometimes you just need someone to cuddle you and hug you. That didn't mean they were looking for anything more.

They must have fallen asleep at some point because he was thoroughly startled when a hand shook him. He sucked in a breath, blinking the sleep back. He locked eyes with his father.

"What conditions?" He murmured so as to not wake Jimin.

Yoongi let out a sound of surprise, shifting slightly. "I... I want Jimin to stay my chambermaid." He said softly, getting the big one out of the way.

He father sighed. "You and Jimin have been best friends for ten years Yoongi. He's been your servant for a decade... No other servant can tend to your needs or knows when you're lying about something like him. Of course I already made that condition with the Jeons. They have no problem with you bringing your omega servant." He nodded.

Yoongi’s throat tightened, relief filling him. "Thank you, Sir."

"Mm." He nodded. "What else?"

"I want to bring my favourite bedding."

He nodded. "An omega's nesting material is important. Accepted. Anything else?"

Yoongi could see the slight excitement in his father's gaze. He was probably thrilled they were making a treaty and Yoongi was deciding to cooperate. "... I want to study whatever I want. Any subject." His heart was pounding. He had a feeling that this was going to be the tough seller.

He let a sigh out through his nose. "Yoongi... I'm your father." He said in a deep voice. "But once you've mated, I'm not your Alpha. That’s something you will have to discuss with Junghyun, not me." He eyed the smaller. "So... Will you mate willingly?"

Yoongi knew he was mating the Jeon boy regardless... He frowned, his chest tightening. He gave a timid nod. "Yes, Sir."

He sighed, reaching down. He ran his fingers through his son's hair. Good boy." He gave a firm nod before getting up and leaving quickly.

Yoongi sat shocked. His father hadn't done that since his mother was alive and he was just a boy... He frowned, his chest tight. He knew his appa well enough to understand his behaviours... It was his way of saying he was going to miss Yoongi.

And honestly... Yoongi was going to miss him too...

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 Yoongi frowned as he made his nest. It was weird, not having Jimin there to help. They always built a nest together since they were synced up. But he was told it was best not to have other omega scents in the nest when his new Alpha arrived. It could confuse him.

He sat bare once he finished, his breaths a little shaky and his skin a little warm, but no real symptoms as of yet.

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"King Min, it’s an honour." A young man bowed deeply, to show his respect, his brother and servants copying.

"My, Prince Junghyun, how you've grown. And look at what a fine man you've become." He gave a forced smile, shaking the hand of his soon to be son in law. "And Jungkook! Last time I saw you, you were up to my knee!"

Jungkook gave a bashful smile, shifting nervously. "Hello, your highness."

He chuckled. "Come, walk with me." The King motioned them to follow. "So, I know Junghyun is up for the throne, but what about you, Jungkook. Where do your aspirations lie?"

He cleared his throat, trying to speak more confidently. "I want to be in the King’s guard. I want to protect my brother and my Kingdom." He said softly.

"Yes, that's what he would like." His brother sighed. "Jungkook has a great mind for war though. I want him as my general."

He pouted. "But I want to be a knight."

"Wah, don't we all?" King Min laughed. "So, army general! That’s a very important job, Jungkook! You must be great at seeing an enemy’s next plan of attack!"

He frowned, slumping. "I guess. I'm good at guessing what people will probably do. It’s not that hard." He gave a shrug. "You just look at all the options available and figure out which is the most likely one the enemy would choose. I usually go by top five and plan a defense for each." He shrugged, staring at his feet when they stopped.

King Min's brows shot up, Junghyun grinning vibrantly. "Wow... Very bright mind..."

"Told you." Junghyun shrugged.

The King nodded. "Before I send your brother to get settled, I have a question for you." He said a bit stiffly.

"Of course." Junghyun nodded.

"My son would like to study topics that are normally... Not really a priority amongst omegas, especially those who are bred to a King. Such as politics and war tactics."

Junghyun raised a brow. "Why on earth would he want that?" He shook his head in disbelief. "Besides, he will be far too busy raising children to bother with such things." He sighed heavily.

Jungkook's brows were furrowed as he listened to the older two talk.

"Yes, there's no real reason for him to want to study it, other than a personal interest."

Junghyun chuckled. "Aish, omegas nowadays are so... Entitled."

"What's wrong with wanting to expand your knowledge?" Jungkook cocked his head to the side.

Junghyun let out a sigh through his nose. "Please excuse my brother. He's... Young still."

"I'm almost eighteen." He pouted. "I'm not young."

"Jungkook, why don't you go get settled in?" His brother gave a forced smile.

Jungkook frowned, nodding.

"Go to the end of this hall..." The King pointed. "There will be stairs there. Go up and turn left. Turn right at the next right, then go down to the next corridor and turn right. That will bring you to another set of stairs which leads to a small tower. That's where you will be staying. Your belongings should already be there." The King informed.

Jungkook paused. Shit. "Yes, King Min..." He turned, going to the stairs at the end of the hall. He figured if he got lost someone would help him... Hopefully...

He got to the top of the stairs, turning left. He turned right at the next available spot... Then it was left... Right? Or right? Left? Shit...

"Oh... Hello?" Taemin paused, turning to the young man. "May I help you?"

He let out a relieved sigh. "Yes! I'm here for a week for the mating ritual and I'm very lost!" He let out a nervous laugh.

Taemin’s eyes widened. "Oh! Goodness! Okay go to the end of this hall and turn left. At the end of that hall turn right and there will be a staircase to a tower. Head on up! And... Good luck." He bowed, the younger grinning.

"Thank you!" He turned, walking away quickly. How nice of him to wish him luck finding his room!

Taemin let out a sigh. "Damn, young master Yoongi's new Alpha is young..." He murmured, shaking his head. "I swore Junghyun was older than that..."

Jungkook quietly hummed as he climbed the steps to the tower. He smiled at the two guards outside the door. They weren't from his Kingdom, but perhaps his guards were running late or something?  Maybe they got lost, too!

They both bowed in respect, stepping to the sides.

Jungkook smiled and opened the door, slipping into his room for the week.

The young prince froze, his eyes wide and jaw dropping. A croak left his throat as the door clicked shut.

There, in the center of the room was a nest with a very, very naked omega in heat.

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And so a new story begins! I’m excited to see who starts this journey and who stay on board! I’m a little nervous about the ending of this story (don’t worry, it’s a happy ending) and all the pairing match ups that happen throughout. Please know this is a Yoonkook story! I promise! Everything that happens later is with Jungkook and Yoongi’s permissions. That’s all I’ll say about that…

Anyhoo!

Next chapter… is the mating scene between Yoongi and Jungkook! Also the realization that a mixup has happened and consequences may follow are also brought up. Oopsie!

If you’re interested, you can find me on twitter, @Justice1392

I don’t post too much, but I post here and there. Sometimes, once in a while, I give sneak peeks of stories I’m working on. Sometimes…

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Chapter Two:

Jungkook quietly hummed as he climbed the steps to the tower. He smiled at the two guards outside the door. They weren't from his Kingdom, but perhaps his guards were running late or something?  Maybe they got lost, too!

They both bowed in respect, stepping to the sides.

Jungkook smiled and opened the door, slipping into his room for the week.

The young prince froze, his eyes wide and jaw dropping. A croak left his throat as the door clicked shut.

There, in the center of the room was a nest with a very, very naked omega in heat. He'd never felt his arousal spike so fast! Or his pants tighten that quickly either... He swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth.

Yoongi slowly turned his head, sheets sticking to his back. He locked eyes with the young man, a coo leaving his lips. He was pretty cute.... Decently broad, tiny waist, handsome features... He cooed again, trying to beckon him over. He used the same sounds he and Jimin used to call each other when they needed affection... Why wasn't the Alpha coming over?! He whined, the sound frustrated and loud.

Jungkook gaped a few times, the scent of peaches thick in the air. His breaths were heavier than normal, his heart pounding in his chest. When he heard the older let out an irritated sound, his brain fired at rapid.

He let out a sound of worry, hesitantly stepping towards the other's nest. He pulled his top off, shimmying out of his bottoms and boots before half falling into the bedding.  A sound of surprise left him, his hands sinking into the fabrics. It was so soft… he wasn’t expecting it to be this soft. He hadn’t been in a nest since his mother stopped making him one when he was eight and he became a young man.

Yoongi cracked his eyes open, his erection throbbing as an Alpha sat in his nest for the first time... His new mate was unbelievably attractive up close... But that could be the pheromones...

He let his eyes trail down, locking on... Oh... A mewl left his lips, his mouth watering slightly. He had heard alphas were larger than omegas, tended to have a curve and... Were generally different... And this alpha seemed to check those boxes. He rolled, his bedding sticking to his back slightly.

He had to trust his and the alpha's instincts, because honestly, he had no idea what he was doing. His heat wasn't in full swing, but it was still overpowering.

He shifted, raising his hips up high and keeping his chest low. He turned his head, his breaths shallow as he watched the younger.

Jungkook's mind clouded. He moved behind the older male, his hands pressing to the round flesh. He noticed the slight shine and tentatively rubbed the pale rear. He dipped his fingers between the crease, trailing down through the slippery substance. He felt the ring of muscle, his tongue slipping out in concentration as he pushed his two digits forwards.

Yoongi arched, gasping. A shiver ran through his body as something pushed through, gently rubbing his insides. His eyes rolled back, the digits pushing in deeper than he was used to. All he’d really had were his own at a weird angle and Jimin’s shorter ones. He gripped the bedding tight, a loud moan slipping out.

Jungkook let out his own mewl, hearing the pleasured hums and groans from the omega as he shifted his fingers inside. He pulled them out, listening to the wet sound. Something deep inside of him was happy to see how wet the other got just from that.

He leaned forwards, his hands rubbing soft skin again. Prince Yoongi was so handsome and so beautifully presented. He shifted closer, pressing his lips to the small of the older’s back. He heard the soft gasp, his own eyes fluttering shut as he slowly pressed another kiss just above that one.

Yoongi whimpered as small clicks filled the room, warm presses of lips trailing up his back, the alpha slowly covering him with his body as he went.

It was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done to him. It made his heart flutter excitedly to know that his future mate was so attentive. He moaned softly when the younger kissed along his shoulder, an erection starting to nudge his rear, leaving little wet patches as it slid. It was nice knowing his alpha was as excited as he was.

Yoongi tilted his head to the side when the larger started up the broad shoulder to his neck. He gave access to his gland, a lewd groan leaving him when lips pressed to the spot and teeth experimentally nipped.

Jungkook was worried at first that the nibbles would hurt the other, but Yoongi's moans changed his mind quickly. He sucked the spot, turning the skin a bright red. He grunted when the smaller pushed his hips back, panting needily at him, his eyes begging.

Jungkook carefully reached between them and grasped himself, letting his member slip along the crease in search for-

 Two loud gasps filled the room. Jungkook's eyes widened, a stuttered grunt leaving him as the heat surrounded his throbbing flesh. He slowly sunk in, gripping wild hips tight, trying to still the excited omega.

Yoongi may have yelled. He gripped the sheets tight, burying his face in them. He felt his body stretching to accommodate, sparks shooting up his spine and a neediness press deep in his gut. A gurgled grunt left him as the younger continued to push in deep. He tried wiggling his hips back to take as much of the alpha as he could, but strong hands held him in place.

Jungkook's vision swam, a strange fire starting to roll through him. His breaths became laboured as sweat covered his skin... He knew the second he saw Yoongi his first rut was being triggered. He knew his logical thinking diminished quickly and he was starting to become overrun by instincts...

But in this second, he realized something else... He was about to go into a full-blown rut. He'd never had one other than his presentation!

A growl built up in his chest, his hips shifting as his brain started to cloud more and more. Conscious thought was giving way to a more primal need, an ache filling his bones.

He snapped his hips forwards and Yoongi nearly screamed, his body spasming.

Yoongi moaned, his body generating more slick as the fire ran through him. He felt it build and build, and by the fourth thrust he was cumming hard onto his bedding, gasping for breaths and shivering violently.

Jungkook growled pulling back and flipping the older over, locking their eyes. He let his chest rumble, seeing the clouded gaze and swollen pouty lips. He dropped his head, eagerly pressing their mouths together as his hips sped up, grunts starting to leave both.

They didn't know why but they both had this sudden overwhelming need to bite. They buried their mouths in each other's necks, teeth scraping skin.

Jungkook whined slightly when he felt the skin start to stretch, his knot expanding. It was still new and still hurt, but he needed this. He needed it so damn badly!

He pushed in harder and faster, ignoring the pain. He let out a moan when he caught, shifting so he could grind relentlessly into the smaller frame, growls still leaving his throat.

Yoongi whined, gripping the Alpha tight, his legs clamped to strong sides. He struggled slightly, the other's knot stretching too much, pulling the skin too tight inside. Tears sprung to his eyes, a sob leaving him.

Jungkook's growls stopped, whines leaving him instead. He didn't want to hurt his omega! He delivered little nips and licks to the other's neck, trying to soothe the area. He reached down with one hand, gently grasping the leaking, over sensitized shaft, shifting his hand.

Yoongi’s eyes widened, the burn rushing through his body, loosening up his insides as fresh slick coated the area. He let out a string of moans, feeling it build again, faster than normal.

Jungkook’s own moans started to blend as his knot seized.

The two of them bit down firmly, crying out as their climaxes rushed through them, hoarse cries filling the room.

Jungkook's thrusting slowed to a stop, the knees pressed to his side's falling away as they laid there, panting, and gasping for breath.

Jungkook looked at the mark on the other's neck, his chest filling and twisting perfectly. He tentatively pressed his lips to the area, hearing the soft sigh and feeling the older copying his action.

He nuzzled the spot affectionately before nervously pulling back to look at the other. "H-hi..." He whispered.

Yoongi felt his heart flutter at the bashful tone and gaze. "Hey." He said just as quietly. All his worries about mating a stranger disappeared. "You must be Junghyun."

Jungkook gave a loud nervous laugh. "U-uhm..." He shifted, both flinching when his knot tugged slightly. "N-not exactly..."

Yoongi froze, his heart leaping into his throat. "What?" His voice came out flat, monotone even as his heart sped up from anxiety in his chest.

"I ah... I’m Jungkook, h-his brother..."

"Oh..." His mind went blank. This was... Really, really fucking bad... Fuck...

Jungkook frowned, seeing the horror rise in dark eyes. His own watered and he nervously brought his head down to tentatively press his lips to the wound. "I-I'm sorry..." He whispered, his hips shifting slightly. Both their breaths hitched, a slight neediness filling them. "I was trying to find my room and got lost."

Yoongi closed his eyes for a moment, trying to stay in check as long as he could. "We can talk about this more later, okay?" He ran his hands up and down the other's back, trying to help him feel better. "For now, focus on our bond. Bond with me, alpha." He nuzzled his mark. "The next few days will be very important and help mold the relationship we grow."

Jungkook nodded, hesitantly shifting his hips, thrusting gently into the other, both letting out quiet moans. "I'm sorry." He said again.

"It’s okay." Yoongi kissed his mark. "You..." His cheeks started to tinge red. "I think you'll make a good alpha. And I'm still mated to a Jeon-Mmm-so it and should-ohhh... Be ok-ay... Ugh, fuck." His head fell back, a lewd groan leaving him as the other brushed his prostate.

"Does it feel okay?" Jungkook whispered. "I... I've never..."

He chuckled. "Feels good, Alpha." He let out a happy sigh. "You're a natural. Keep going. Heats picking up again."

"Okay."

Yoongi let his mind cloud. He'd worry about consequences later. For now, he needed to bond with his new mate.

Jungkook felt guilty for stealing his brother's omega... But at the same time incredibly happy. He'd never felt so whole in his life! He suddenly didn't care about being a King’s guard or anything, so long as he got to take care of his family, he was happy.

He was attentive as he could be. He made sure to get Yoongi water between each round, kept him fed, helped with bathing and anything he needed. And Yoongi loved it. He made sure to nuzzle the other and spread little nips of affection as a thank you, which Jungkook seemed to really appreciate.

When the heat broke, they both laid in the nest, curled up close. Jungkook was on his back, Yoongi's head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and tracing the other's muscle, humming happily.

Jungkook was running his fingers up and down the slim sides, getting little shivers here and there. "Do... You think we'll be in trouble?" He whispered, staring at the ceiling.

Yoongi sighed. "I don’t know. Probably at first. But there isn’t much they can do, really. I think my appa will be more furious than yours." He stated. "This gives yours the opportunity to mate Junghyun off with a stronger family and create an even stronger alliance, whilst still keeping an alliance with my family." He sighed. "Your family is a bigger threat to mine than the other way around. Mating me off gave my appa peace of mind that he wouldn't be attacked. There was no real gain for your Kingdom. We're a small population, we can't help much in a war." He shrugged.

Jungkook hummed, nodding. "So, it should be okay?"

Yoongi gave a shrug. "Should be... But..." He frowned. "I... Want to ask your permission for something."

He furrowed his brows. "My permission?"

"Yeah, since you’re my Alpha now." He pointed out.

"Oh... Okay... What’s up?" He hugged the other a bit closer, his heart fluttering at the title.

"I... Want to study the politics of our Kingdoms as well as some other subjects."

Jungkook let out a sound of surprise. "Your appa mentioned that!" He hummed. "I don't see any issues with it." He gave a shrug.

Yoongi's heart sped up, his eyes widening. He sat up slightly, looking at the other in shock. "Wait, seriously?"

He gave a shrug. "Why not? There's nothing wrong with wanting to expand your mind. At least in my opinion..." He murmured, frowning. "I know a lot of Alphas are against-Mmph!"

Yoongi pressed their lips together, moaning slightly against soft items. "Fuck you've no idea how happy that makes me." He whispered, bringing their mouths together again.

Jungkook grinned, humming and rolling, slipping between eagerly parting thighs. "Are you still wet?" He asked, nipping his mated mark playfully as his hands slid down slim sides.

Yoongi arched, groaning. "Yeah."

They both startled, the door opening, two sets of eyes glaring down at them. Jungkook gulped, Yoongi keeping calm under his new Alpha.

"H-hyung... King Min..." His cheeks went dark as he slowly pulled the blankets up and over their lower halves, slipping off his mate and settling beside him a bit nervously.

"Jungkook." His brother growled out. "What the fuck did you do?!"

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Chapter Three:

"Jungkook." His brother growled out. "What the fuck did you do?!" When the younger went to speak he cut him off. "No! I don't want your fucking excuses! I came up here three goddamn days ago to knot my new mate and found you balls deep in him! What the hell, man?! Appa's gonna slaughter us!" He flailed.

King Min looked at his son, seeing the gaze he held. He looked between the two, his child giving a small smile and nod to him.

"I'm so sorry, King Min. Please don't see this as a betrayal-" Junghyun started, the older holding up his hand to silence him.

"The treaty was to be amended when our houses were joined. Our houses are joined, are they not?" He quirked a brow, the other letting out a sound of surprise. "Please excuse me, my son, and my new son-in-law for a moment."

"What?!" He reared back, scowling before thumping down the steps, knowing better then to argue or contest the king. “This is bullshit! Dammit, Jungkook!”

The king sighed, stepping in and closing the door. "Are you happy?" He asked, eyes locked on his son, looking for any signs of lying or discomfort.

The question threw him through a loop. He let out a few vowel sounds before nodding. "Yeah... I... Appa..." His cheeks went pink as he called his father by something other than his royal title or ‘Sir’. "He's a good Alpha." He saw Jungkook blush and give a bashful smile beside him.

He sighed, nodding. "And you'll let him study what he wants?" He turned to the youngest of them, remembering how Jungkook was supportive when the topic was brought up at their meeting.

"Yes, Sir." He nodded vigorously.

"And his chambermaid, Jimin, who he has been best friends with for ten years, can also move with you?"

"Of course." He furrowed his brows. "Why wouldn't he be allowed?"

"And he can bring his favourite bedding?"

"Well yeah..." He pouted. "Even I brought my favorite pillow and blanket here... Not that I got to use them…" He murmured, his ears tinging red.

Yoongi and his father both quirked amused brows. "You won't abandon him if he's not pregnant right away?"

His cheeks went pink, and he shook his head. "No."

"And if he proves to be infertile-"

"I'm not going to abandon my mate." Jungkook said firmly, sadness in his eyes.

King Min let out a slow sigh, giving a nod. Yoongi sat there astonished as his eye's reddened His father remembered all his conditions and even made sure they’d be followed? It almost seemed like he cared... "Then I give my blessing and... And I wish you luck, my son."

A croak left Yoongi's throat as the older turned to leave. "Be ready to head out when the sundial is at the second notch."

"Y-yes Sir." He nodded watching the other leave. His breath hitched as his eyes watered once the door closed.

"Oh! What's wrong?" Jungkook pulled the other onto his lap, frowning deeply and pushing hair from his eyes as he tried to hide his face.

Yoongi hiccupped, leaning into the other, allowing Jungkook to comfort him. He sniffled after a while, strong arms keeping him close. "My appa..." He croaked out. "He only ever called me his son in formal setting for introductions... I thought he hated me." He sniveled slightly.

"Yah, that's not true at all." He said softly, hugging the other close. "You can tell you're his favourite."

"What?" He pulled back looking confused. "How the hell did you get that Impression?" He shook his head. “He despises me.”

He chuckled. "You said it yourself. You've got a small kingdom and you're no threat to anyone." He kissed the heated forehead. "He found the strongest kingdom to mate you into. Do you have any idea how protected you will be as my mate?" He squeezed the other's arm. "No one can break through our walls; we've proved it again and again. You'll be safe with me. Your..." He frowned. "I'm terrible at politics but from what I understand, your appa has pissed off a lot of people. They have almost no defenses and he's trying to make amends, but chances are your kingdom will be attacked within the next five years and probably easily concurred... Your brother will..." He stopped, clearing his throat.

Yoongi's breath hitched. "My appa... Is under attack?" As an omega he wasn’t permitted to know or learn such things until an actual attack on the castle was committed, or troops were being deployed.

He nodded. "The treaty ensures we won’t attack him, and we will be willing to come rescue innocents, so women and children don't perish in the upcoming battle."

His breath hitched. "He's... Planning on him and Geumjae dying?" He felt his heart rip.

Jungkook frowned, hugging the other tight. "He sent a raven to my father, begging to have you mated into the family. He said he couldn't stand the thought of losing you. You apparently look like your eomma."

He reached up, gripping a strong bicep. "He loves me...?"

"Very much." He said softly.

He sniffled before slowly standing up. "I ah... I have to finish packing." He said softly.

Jungkook frowned, grabbing his underwear and tugging them on whilst Yoongi grabbed his own. "I'll help." He said softly.

Yoongi nodded. "Thanks."

Jungkook walked up behind the slightly trembling omega. He placed a hand on his hip, pressing his lips to his mark.

Yoongi let out a sigh, leaning back against him softly, his eyes fluttering shut.

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Packing didn't take too long. Jungkook was concerned with how quiet his new mate was though. Besides quiet instructions, he didn't really speak. They headed down, servants grasping his chests and luggage, bringing them to the wagons.

Yoongi sighed a breath of relief when he saw Jimin waving excitedly from one of the carriages. He gave a smile and waved back, pausing when his father and brother came forwards.

Geumjae pulled the younger into a hug, smiling. "Stay safe, little brother." He whispered. "Write often and let me know how it's going. I'm going to miss you." He pulled back, gripping his shoulder tight. "Stay close to your Alpha until everyone knows who you are, and roles are set. I love you lots."

He pushed the lump in his throat down, nodding. Yoongi swallowed thickly; the action almost painful as his father pulled him in tight. He heard the larger male sniffle slightly before pulling back and cupping the rounded cheeks. "You look so much like your eomma." He murmured. He leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead. "Be a good prince there. Study as much as you can. Be nice to the subjects and go out to visit the people often. Stay loyal to Jungkook and your Kingdom."

"I will, appa." He sniffled, the older pulling back.

He gave a warm smile. "I know you will. Go on. I will see you when you are with child to celebrate."

He gave a nod, turning. Jungkook had an arm outstretched, wrapping it around his mate, kissing his temple as he led him to the second carriage.

Yoongi glanced back before climbing in, his head hung low as he tried to hold his cries in. Jungkook and Jimin were on either side of him, each rubbing his back in support.

But it was hard. His heart hurt so much. He knew he was going somewhere safe where he would be loved and probably live a happier, more fulfilling life... But it was still hard to leave his family behind. His home. His memories.

"It’s gonna be okay, Yoongi-hyung." Jimin said softly reaching down to grasp the other's hand.

Jungkook pressed his lips to the older's cheek, nuzzling him. "Yeah. I'll take care of you." He promised.

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Yoongi stared out at the scenery, watching trees and shrubs go past.

Jimin and Jungkook had made a bit of small talk during the ride, giving Yoongi the space they could.

There was a soft trumpet sound and Jungkook let out a bit of an excited breath. "Wah! Finally, almost home! Ugh I can’t wait to have a real bed instead of the resting spots."

"Mmm." Yoongi nodded. His back was seriously sore after five nights in shitty makeshift beds at campsites and shelters for travelers.

"Yah..." Jungkook sighed. "My appa is gonna be pissed." He worried his hands, Yoongi furrowing his brows.

"You think?" He asked, shifting to look at him.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, giving a nod. "Yeah." He sighed. "But it's okay. He will get over it... Eventually." He looked at the other two, giving a sheepish smile.

They pulled through the gates, Yoongi shifting to one side, Jimin on the other as they looked out at the people and the street.

"Yah! There's so many buildings! That one must have three floors!" Jimin gasped quietly. "All our citizens live in huts!"

"Mmm." Yoongi nodded. "This city is much richer than ours, Jiminie."

Jungkook blushed, leaning over and kissing Yoongi’s cheek, pointing. "That's the blacksmith shop." He said softly.

Yoongi smiled as Jungkook started pointing out what was what. He even grinned and waved, addressing some subjects by name. Yoongi leaned into him, gently pushing so they could sit back in the carriage properly. "Mmm." He nuzzled the other's jaw, getting a bashful smile. "You're a good prince. A prince of the people."

His cheeks were rosy as he shrugged. "I... I like learning so sometimes I sneak out. I studied with the blacksmith for a while, I helped the vegetable seller, I’ve worked on the farms. I like helping and I like learning." He said softly. "I want to know and understand my kingdom as best as I can."

Yoongi felt his heart flutter. "You would make a good king."

His eyes went huge, a wheeze leaving him. "Shh! Don’t say that out in the open. It's treason." He whispered.

Yoongi quirked a brow. "Why?"

"My brother is to be king. And when he perishes, his sons will be next." Jungkook said emphatically.

"What if he only has daughters?" Yoongi smirked, seeing the panic in dark eyes.

"The Jeons have borne nothing but sons for literally a hundred years!"

"So, four-ish generations? Maybe five?" He grinned, Jimin flicking him, secretly warning him about teasing. "Maybe it's time a girl is born."

He whined, shaking his head. "No. He will have sons. Just like us, we will have sons, too."

"Aish! But I want a daughter." Yoongi playfully whined, seeing Jungkook’s eyes widen. "Wouldn’t that be cute? A sweet girl? Long hair we can brush, protecting her from others."

He started to fidget. "But... But I wanted to teach my son horseback riding and combat." He gave an adorable little pout.

Yoongi shrugged. "So, teach her." He kissed his cheek. "Back in the day, Viking women were taught combat. Let's raise a little shield maiden."

"Aish! Now you're bringing up pagans!" His eyes were so round. "Please... Please don’t talk like this in front of my appa or brother." He begged.

Yoongi chuckled. "I won't. Honestly, I don’t care if it's a boy or girl. As long as it's happy."

Jungkook let out a soft coo, turning and pressing their lips together. "Okay. And... And it wouldn't be horrible to have a little girl." He whispered as if it were a dirty secret, Yoongi chuckling.

The carriage slowed to a stop, all three straightening up.

Yoongi could see out the curtained windows... See part of the castle... Holy fucking shit...

Jungkook's chest puffed with pride at seeing the astonished look on his mate's face.

"What... What is on the windows?" Yoongi murmured.

"Glass." Jungkook said softly, his carriage door opening. "Some windows have stained glass to make pretty pictures. It’s really nice when the sun hits it. Most rooms just have shutters, though."

Yoongi hummed, nodding. Jungkook slipped out, his hand extending. Yoongi firmly grasped it, letting Jungkook help him out, his legs a bit achy.

"Welcome home, Prince Junghyun." Kim Seokjin, the royal advisor smiled. "And... Prince Jungkook..." He stared, eyes locking on Yoongi. "H-how was the mating?" He asked, looking between Junghyun and Jungkook with confusion.

"Ask Jungkook." Junghyun pushed past, scowling angrily.

Seokjin raised a brow at the blushing young man beside the new omega. His eyes darted to the prince’s neck, seeing the bite, his hands locked with the omega. "You must be Prince Yoongi." He bowed respectfully. "Congratulations on the mating." His voice was a bit cautious and stiff.

Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly. "Thanks, Seokjin. Uhm... Can you get Taehyung to bring Jimin to his new room and my mate to mine? I ah... I have a feeling I’m going to have to talk to appa." He said a bit nervously.

Seokjin nodded, turning, and leading them inside.

Yoongi squeezed the younger's hand, getting an anxious smile. He walked up the steps and into the large open space, his head turning all around. "This is... This is a throne room? Right away?" He murmured, Jimin whistling.

Jungkook nodded. "This is for when we open the doors to have concerns and complaints." He said softly. "We do it once a week, on Saturdays. So, we have another one in three days. Last one I was at a man was angry because his neighbour slaughtered the wrong goat." He murmured, lips tugging down. "And a man accused his wife of infidelity because the child was too fat to be his." He frowned, sighing heavily.

"People are stupid." Yoongi murmured, Seokjin approaching with an equally tall, but lanky man.

Jungkook startled. "Yah. No, they just... They don’t always..." He sighed, slumping. "Some people are stupid." He agreed.

Yoongi let out a bark of a laugh, leaning over, sharing a lingering kiss. "See you soon, alpha."

"Okay, Yoongi."

Yoongi walked over to the stranger, Jimin next to him.

Jungkook sighed, nodding at Seokjin. "Alright. Let's go see my father." He frowned, anxiety welling up inside of him.

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Warnings: Implied abortion, implied mutilation

Chapter Four:

The walk was not as long as he wanted it to be. Seokjin kept a hand on his shoulder the whole time, gently squeezing, trying to silently say it was okay. They paused outside a closed door, Jungkook knowing his father's office was inside. The guards eyed him with raised brows as he let out nervous breaths.

He pushed the door open, Junghyun and their father, King Jungwoo, both looked up. His mother, Queen Minji, at his side. He swallowed thickly, slowly approaching. He could see the anger in Junghyun’s eyes and the blank expressions in both his parents.

"Sit." His father's sharp tone broke out.

Jungkook nodded, sitting in a chair beside his hyung, his head bowed.

"I see it's true." His appa said slowly, eyes locked on his youngest. "You've stolen your brother's mate. Explain yourself."

Junghyun scoffed, standing up abruptly and pointing down at the younger prince. "You know he's jealous of me, appa! He did it in spite-" He went silent when the other's hand went up. He huffed, flopping back in his seat.

Jungkook fidgeted in his spot. "I..." He frowned. "I got lost. I was trying to find my room-"

"-And happened upon my mate’s?! That’s bullshit-"

"-Don’t interrupt." His mother said sternly.

He growled, his father's deeper one shutting him up.

Jungkook pouted. "I got lost and asked a servant for help. I said I was there for the week because of the mating and followed his direction. I didn’t realize he thought I was Junghyun. He directed me to Yoongi's room. I didn’t know. I went in and..." His breath hitched as he saw the older laying there in his mind. All naked and sweaty, begging. "I-I don’t know why I..." He ducked his head in shame, his father sighing heavily.

"This is bullshit." Junghyun growled out, his voice full of discontent.

"One more outburst and you can sit in the hallway." Jungwoo ground out.

"He stole my mate!"

"There’s nothing I can do for that, Junghyun!" The older male barked out.

Junghyun scowled, his arms crossed defiantly.

"Jungkook. You have stolen your brother's intended." He said, narrowing his eyes. Jungkook flinched, his head ducking down again. "You were intended to another. Now I have to send a raven and cancel it!"

His eyes widened. He... Was intended to someone? His head snapped up, confusion in his eyes.

"Your marriage to Eunjae was supposed to align two Kingdoms, dammit! I cannot put Junghyun with her. You've ruined that alliance. Now I must beg that they do not break our treaty!" His fist came down, Jungkook flinching again, this time at the sudden noise and aggressive act. He sighed, sitting back. "No. We will invite them here and you will explain to them, and maybe even their daughter, why you broke this agreement."

"I-I didn’t know-"

"Would that have stopped you?" He quirked a brow, watching his son's mouth snap shut. He huffed. "I agreed to allow Junghyun to mate that man's bitch because I knew it would make the omega unhappy. Junghyun is too promiscuous. He would have fathered many children with servants and concubines and I had hoped Prince Min would flee from humiliation or take his own life."

Jungkook gasped, looking up in shock. "W-what?" He wanted his mate dead?!

"Instead, you have mated him. My loyal son, Jungkook." He narrowed his eyes, referring to how Jungkook stayed loyal to things he cared about, unlike Junghyun. "Now I must lose an alliance and gain an unwanted bitch in my castle. Go to your mate. I’m done with you for today."

Jungkook stood, his eomma looking forlorn as he quickly slipped out, his heart racing. They... They never planned to have Junghyun stay with Yoongi? They wanted him to die or have him flee?

He paused mid step.

What was stopping them from going after his mate and forcing Jungkook into another mating?

His feet picked up, a whine in his throat. He had to get to his mate! He broke out in a run, needing to get to Yoongi.

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"Hiya! I’m Taehyung! But Tae is fine!" He grinned, leading the two older men to a set of stairs.

Yoongi nodded, Jimin smiling warmly. "Hello, Tae. I'm Jimin. I'm Yoongi's chambermaid."

"And friend." Yoongi murmured, the smallest smiling fondly.

"And friend." He bumped him, getting a bashful smile from the older.

"It's nice to meet you. So! For the first while you are here, you will have an extra guard, myself, or a trusted Jeon advisor or friend to help you navigate through the castle, Prince Yoongi.” Taehyung informed. “This room will be Jimin's."

Taehyung opened the door to a small room and Jimin’s eyes widened. "Oh... I... I have my own room?" He whispered, looking in.

"Mm!" Taehyung nodded. "I have a room two doors down. In the middle is Jungkook, and now Yoongi's, room as well." He walked over, opening the door.

Yoongi poked his head in, his chests already there against the wall. His breath caught. It was so... Elegant... But kind of messy...

"Young Prince Jungkook is... Not the tidiest. You may need to instill some habits on him." He gave a sheepish smile. “Plus, I think it’s safe to say he was not expecting any guests or new occupants, or he would have at least attempted to clean up a bit.”

Yoongi hummed, seeing books open and scattered on a desk, one section of the carpet flipped up. There were a couple papers and clothing articles tossed about as well. "Why did the maids not clean up?"

"Jungkook is pretty strict about not letting other people touch his things." Taehyung chuckled.

Yoongi nodded in understanding. He walked over to the bed, standing beside the four-poster object, curtains around it. It was... Very large. Almost twice the size of his nest. He... He wanted...

His arm had slowly stretched out, fingers twitching and hovering. It smelled like his mate. It smelled so good, and he desperately wanted to crawl on and make a nest. But... But he had to wait for his alpha's permission.

It was the law, as an omega. He had to have Jungkook's permission to do just about everything. He was thankful Jungkook seemed kind, though. Like he would let Yoongi do things if he really wanted to. He hoped he really was that sort of alpha, at least.

They startled when said alpha skidded into the room, panting slightly.

Yoongi raised his brow, turning to ask what was up. Jungkook walked quickly though, cupping both of Yoongi’s cheeks in his hands, startling Yoongi. He pressed their mouths together firmly, Jimin giggling at Taehyung's wide eyes. Jimin tugged Taehyung’s sleeve, pulling him away as Jungkook broke the kiss, mouthing at a pale neck as he bent down, grabbing Yoongi behind his thighs and hoisting him up onto his hips, getting a gasp.

Yoongi moaned, the younger holding him tight as he crawled up onto his bed, pressing the smaller's back into the bedding, leaving red marks up and down his throat.

"Mmm... Alpha... Alpha what happened?" He threaded one hand through the younger's hair, the other gripping a broadening shoulder.

Jungkook slid up the lithe frame, pressing his clothed erection firmly against the other's perinium.

Yoongi let out a grunt, his eyes fluttering, hips shifting with the younger. "Jungkook." He said softly, trying to get him to lock eyes.

Jungkook finally did, such hurt in his orbs. "He... Yoongi... He planned to drive you to kill yourself if you stayed with Junghyun." He whispered.

Yoongi flinched, frowning. "That... Doesn’t surprise me." He murmured, looking away.

Jungkook's breath hitched. "What?”

"I don’t think my father saw it coming, though." He muttered. "He probably assumed your mother would try and keep me safe, since they had that fling."

Jungkook sat back abruptly. "What fling?"

Yoongi blinked, looking at the horrified expression. "You... Didn't know?" He got a head shake, Jungkook shifting to sit against the head of the bed beside his mate with wide eyes.

"No... Are... Are you being truthful? When was this? When did it happen?"

Yoongi sighed, shifting to sit next to the younger. He reached down grasping his hand. "I was a boy. He took me with him to meet a king he had hoped to have an alliance with some day." He murmured. “He and my eomma were hoping to have one more child and that baby would be wedded to you." He mumbled.

Jungkook's breath caught. "O-oh..."

"But..." Yoongi frowned. "My appa was stricken by your eomma's beauty." He said softly. "And she by his charm. They snuck away more than once. I saw a couple times." He admitted, frowning. "They slept together." He said quietly. "Your father had no idea until she became pregnant."

Jungkook froze, his eyes widening. "W-with..."

Yoongi saw the fear in his eyes and laughed. "No! No, you were one at the time. You’re not my half-brother." He assured with an amused chuckle.

He wheezed, nodding. "Okay, good... Wait... I... I only have one brother..." He furrowed his brows. “And he’s two years older.”

Yoongi sighed. "From what I understand..." He murmured. "My father received a wooden box and a letter from your appa to him. He was told it was about their alliance and treaty. And inside..." He frowned. "Inside was what was left of your younger brother along with your eomma's wedding finger."

Jungkook croaked, his eyes wide. "My appa..."

Yoongi frowned. "I don’t have any other information. My appa... Me and Geumjae were on his lap and next to him when he received the box. We thought it was a gift..."

"You saw." He whispered in horror.

Yoongi sighed. "I don’t remember details. Just a bloody, decaying mass."

Jungkook wheezed slightly, nodding. "Uhm... Is it okay if... If we maybe don’t..." He cleared his throat looking at his lap. He suddenly didn’t really feel like having sex…

Yoongi nodded. "We should bathe first, anyways. That was a long carriage ride and all we had was basically sponge baths."

He sighed in relief, getting up. "Yeah, let's go to the royal bath." He said softly.

Yoongi grasped his hand, the two finding a change of clothes before Jungkook lead him down a nearby flight of stairs, guards following for their safety.

Yoongi whistled when they got into the room. There was a large marble structure in the room, water steaming up from it. He... He had not had very many hot baths, and certainly not in an area so large. He untied the string to his shirt, pulling his clothing off, bit by bit, letting them fall to the floor. He glanced back at Jungkook, doing a double take.

Jungkook was down to his underwear, hands covering where his hidden shaft was, biceps going as far as to hide his nipples. His cheeks were pink, his head down cast.

Yoongi quirked an amused brow. "Are you shy?"

"M-maybe." He murmured, ears going dark.

"I had your knotted dick up my ass for nearly a week, there isn’t an inch of you I have not seen, Jungkook." He snorted, the other sputtering at him.

"That was different!"

"You held my cheeks and slowly fucked my face." Yoongi stated with amusement, the other wheezing slightly.

"I was in a rut!"

"Aish! Hurry up or I’m bathing without you!"

He pouted, hesitantly shifting and letting his last article fall. His eyes widened as Yoongi let his underwear fall in response. He looked back, whining when he saw his guards. "In the water." He rushed over half scooping the other up and plopping him in, getting a hiss.

"Shit that's hot." He flicked Jungkook, the other sinking in, pulling Yoongi close. "Why was I half thrown in?" He quirked his brow.

Jungkook frowned. "I don’t want others seeing you." He whispered, leaning over to nuzzle his mark. He got a hum, Yoongi turning his head out of the way to give him more access.

"Mm, possessive, are we?" He murmured, lips and tongue pressing to his neck. He shivered, feeling fingers on his hip, tugging him closer still.

Jungkook growled playfully, nipping the spot. "Mm. Sometimes. Your body is private to me and your chambermaid... Is that okay?" He asked, kissing where he nipped before pulling back. "And mine will be private to you."

"Mm. What about doctors?" Yoongi teased, getting furrowed brows.

"Of course, doctors are alright."

"And the guards on duty?" He got a growl in response, eyes narrowing. He chuckled, lips pressing hungrily to his throat. "Alright, just the doctor, Jimin, and my alpha." He promised, the younger shifting, pulling Yoongi onto his lap, getting a gasp.

The pale back was against his chest, a plump rear seated on his hardened shaft. They both moaned, Jungkook nipping the other's shoulder. "Fuck, I want you." He whispered, his nose trailing along the warm skin to press to the other's gland, breathing in the peach scent.

Yoongi groaned, rocking his hips along the other, feeling his slick gather. "Then take me-"

"Yes brother, take him, right here in the family bath."

They both startled, head snapping to the side. Jungkook growled deep in his chest, hugging Yoongi protectively to his chest as his brother made his entrance.

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Chapter Five:

The pale back was against his chest, a plump rear seated on his hardened shaft. They both moaned, Jungkook nipping the other's shoulder. "Fuck, I want you." He whispered, his nose trailing along the warm skin to press to the other's gland, breathing in the peach scent.

Yoongi groaned, rocking his hips along the other, feeling his slick gather. "Then take me-"

"Yes brother, take him, right here in the family bath."

They both startled, head snapping to the side. Jungkook growled deep in his chest, hugging Yoongi protectively to his chest as his brother made his entrance.

"Relax, little brother." He stripped his clothes off, Yoongi glancing away out of respect. "As if I would want him now that you've tainted him." He scoffed, sliding in at the far end, a good five-foot distance across from them. "Mmm. Nice and hot." He said smoothly, eyes locked on Yoongi.

Jungkook glared moving Yoongi so he sat beside him. He turned, grabbing the cloth. "Let’s wash quickly." He muttered.

Yoongi hummed, pouting slightly. He was enjoying the hot water... Not the extra company, mind you. But he supposed he’d have plenty of opportunities for hot baths now that he lived in this castle.

"Tell me, Yoongi." Junghyun murmured. "Is my brother's pubescent cock good enough for you?"

Jungkook glared. "I’m not pubescent!"

"Don’t let him feed your anger." Yoongi murmured. "Just ignore him."

Jungkook frowned, one hand shifting to Yoongi's hip as he washed his back with the other.

"Well, is it?"

"He's more than adequate." Yoongi bit out.

"Of course, you think so. Your father kept you pure for me." He hummed. "Jungkook stole the innocence that was meant to be taken by me."

"Oh..." Jungkook let out a sound of shock. "You're a virgin?" He asked Yoongi in surprise, his brows raised up high.

"No, you helped to rid me of that." Yoongi mumbled, cheeks and neck going red.

Jungkook smiled shyly, leaning over to kiss the other's cleaned back. "I'm glad I got to be your first."

Yoongi felt his cheeks burn. "And what about you-"

"Please. My brother is a prince-"

"I fooled around with Taehyung once when I was fifteen and I tried bedding a chambermaid but..." He trailed off, his own cheeks rosy.

"Jungkook is quite shy. Has a bit of an... Issue below the belt." Junghyun smirked, teasing his younger brother who flinched at the other’s words.

Jungkook blushed a deep red, frowning. It wasn’t he fault he couldn’t get it up for the chambermaid.

Yoongi turned, leaning in and nipping the ashamed man's jaw. "Mmm. Doesn’t seem to have any issues with me." He quipped, reaching down.

Jungkook gasped, fingers touching the head of his cock, the organ starting to harden in response. "It seems to work just fine." He smirked, rubbing the slit with his thumb.

Jungkook's breath caught, and he gently reached down, pulling the other's hand away from his genitals. "Not..." He let out a shaky breath, eyes closing as he leaned over, their foreheads touching. Not with his brother right there mocking him.

Yoongi chuckled. "Alright, alpha. Let’s finish washing. Turn." He kissed the slightly stubbly cheek, seeing dark eyes flutter.

"Okay. Next bath I want to enjoy it better." Jungkook whispered a bit shyly.

Yoongi smiled, humming. "I'd like that."

Junghyun snorted, raising his hand.

Yoongi startled at the sudden influx of giggles and pattered feet, three omega women and two omega men all slipping in.

"And that's our cue." Jungkook muttered standing up and grabbing the fabric, drying off.

"Aww, don’t leave, Prince Jungkook!" One of the girls giggled. "We want to see if you're like your brother!" She squealed as Junghyun playfully bit the air in her direction.

Yoongi slipped out, Jungkook shifting to block his body, helping to dry him off, his cloth around his own waist.

"Mmm. Your mate has an alright body. Good shoulders. Little more meat to him than I like." Junghyun murmured out, eyes raking along Yoongi’s body.

Yoongi flinched, looking down at his stomach. He didn’t have abs like the Jeons but... But...

Jungkook scowled. "Fuck you, Junghyun. My mate is more beautiful than all your whores combined."

Yoongi looked at him surprised at Jungkook’s choice in wording, pulling his clean clothing on, Jungkook following his example, little growls leaving him.

Junghyun went to retort, but a pretty male omega with a defined stomach straddled his lap, stealing his attention away. Jungkook led the other out, still seething, his jaw clenched.

The second their door closed he started pacing. "Who the hell is he to judge my mate?" He barked out, growling aggressively. Yoongi raised his brow, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I like your body! I think you have a great body! I like that I can grab you-" He walked over, lifting the other's shirt and gripping his hips. "And have something to grab. I like this! And I love this." He reached back, both hands gripping the round rear, getting a gasp. "I don’t care what he thinks! I don’t need someone that’s super muscular! I want to be the muscular one! I want-" He stopped, seeing Yoongi's face.

He stared in shock as his alpha ranted, grasping parts of his body. He wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed... Or flattered... Maybe a bit of both? Yoongi smiled fondly when Jungkook stopped talking and growling. He reached up, gripping strong biceps. "I like how strong my mate is. I like that you can pick me up." He said softly. "I don’t mind when you manhandle me in the act... But you let me decide my path in public. I like that. I like that your face is so soft and sweet, a stark contrast to your body and your cock."

Jungkook’s breath hitched, lust filling his eyes. "I like that your face is round, and yet your jaw is so prominent." He cupped his cheeks. "I love your lips, always so pouty and soft looking." He leaned in, Yoongi’s eyes fluttering closed as they met for a kiss. "I love your body and your face... But not nearly as much as I love you."

Yoongi felt his cheeks darken, a bashful smile spreading. "You barely know me."

"I know you better than anyone. We mated. That bonds us. I feel you on a deeper level. Don't you feel me too?" He leaned over, Yoongi slowly laying back, their mouths brushing briefly.

"Mm, I do." He nodded. "I feel you." He slid his hand down between them. "I really, really do.”

Jungkook groaned, fingers pressing along his shaft. "Shit."

"Mm." He hummed, digits trailing down his sides, gripping the other's bottoms, starting to pull them down.

"I want you."

"I know." Yoongi smirked, wiggling under the other, giving him his back.

Jungkook growled deep in his chest as the other pressed his rear up against his front, encouraging the young alpha. "Mmm. Thank you." He kissed the back of the strong neck, pulling the front of his bottoms down. It was nice that Yoongi understood what he needed and was more than willing to supply it. He slid his hand between the other's cheeks, finding the slick area. He trailed his digits across the other's entrance before pushing one forwards, groaning at the wet heat. He slid a second in easily, Yoongi letting out a pleased hum.

He melted into the bedding, his alpha shifting up his body. He removed his fingers and pressed one hand roughly into his ass cheek, forcing it to spread so he could slip his shaft in deep.

Both groaned, Jungkook shifting on his knees to gain better balance. He started shifting his hips, listening to Yoongi’s breathy little moans.

"You don’t have to be gentle this time. I’m kind of sleepy." Yoongi admitted.

"Okay." Jungkook nodded, his hips picking up. He slid a hand between them, pulling Yoongi up onto just his knees. Yoongi’s back was against Jungkook’s chest, the younger’s hand wrapping around the hardened shaft, striking his hips forwards quickly. He let out a string of moans, Yoongi groaning and shivering as the pleasure peaked inside of them.

It was quick, bit still felt good, both spilling over the edge with groans and hums, eyes fluttering as they basked in the afterglow of their climax for a moment. "Tomorrow I’ll do it properly." Jungkook promised, the two cleaning up and curling in close.

"Mmm, sounds good." Yoongi murmured, snuggling up against the young alpha. "See you in the morning."

"Love you."

"Mm. Love you."

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Yoongi was... Happy. He hummed as he slowly ate, Jungkook running around the room, kissing the top of his head every time he passed. Jimin was beside him, Taehyung on his other side, the three sitting at a small table in Jungkook's room. "Kook... What are you doing?"

"I have combat practice with Hoseok hyung today!" He ran over, hugging Yoongi from behind getting a chuckle.

"You should eat-hey! Not my food!" He scowled, Jungkook stealing his bun and rushing to grab his boots. He tugged them on, bread in his mouth, saying something around the cooled dough. "I can’t understand you." Yoongi quirked a brow.

He ripped a piece off, chewing as he talked. "I asked if you wanted to watch me and Seok hyung or meet our tutor to learn about the kingdoms." He held a knowing glint in his eyes.

Yoongi perked up, his eyes sparkling in excitement. Jungkook had been serious about him being allowed to learn?

Jungkook walked over, grinning. He leaned down, pressing his lips to a soft cheek. "I had a feeling on what you’d choose. Taehyung will show you the way and then he'll probably leave and come hang out with me and Hoseokie whilst you do some learning."

Yoongi chuckled, turning and nuzzling the younger. "Okay."

He watched the other give the most adorable smile as he got ready.

There was a knock on the door, a handsome young man Yoongi had not met before grinning. He could only assume he was Hoseok. "Heyo! You ready?"

"Yes! I'll come get you in a couple hours.” Jungkook leaned down towards his mate, sharing a brief but full kiss with Yoongi, humming happily before jogging off, the sound of his laughter echoing.

"Mm. He likes sparring?" Yoongi asked.

"Very much so." Taehyung nodded.

They finished up, Taehyung motioning them to follow. "Namjoon is our... Well, he is the son of the man who used to be the most knowledgeable in our whole kingdom. He studied alongside him. His brain is huge!” He chuckled, smiling. "He took over and is our diplomat. Sometimes he's gone on extended leaves to speak with other kingdoms, but he's here this week." He said softly. "He has studied many languages and also acts as an interpreter, quite often. He also enjoys working alongside our apothecarist with medicine. I think he would have liked to be a physician; had he been given the opportunity." Taehyung shrugged.

Yoongi hummed, nodding. "And what about you?"

"I want to map the stars." He whispered, looking up at the tall ceiling, smiling. "The stars are beautiful. I know all the constellations, what each one means and where it’s derived from." He hummed. "But I am Jungkook's assistant and aid. That's my job. I am... His personal servant and friend."

"Like Jimin." Yoongi asked, the younger smiling. He turned to him, brows furrowing. "Jimin... What would you want to do if you were free to make such a choice?"

Jimin startled, gaping. "Oh... I ah... Maybe a performer? Like... Like a dancer? I enjoy dancing as you know. But I’m pretty happy serving you." He shrugged.

They slipped into a room, books from the ceiling to the floor. "When I’m too old to serve Jungkook as I do..." Taehyung hummed. "Maybe I will be a storyteller."

"You tell amazing stories." A young man stepped forwards, smiling warmly. "Hello, I'm Namjoon."

Yoongi smiled nodding. "Yoongi. And this is Jimin." He looked over. His brows shot up.

Jimin's eyes were wide, his lips parted as he stared at the tall alpha before him. He smelled lovely, like jasmine infused wood. His cheeks were thicker, dimples on them making his face look so warm and inviting. He was broad, arms strong and smile so soft and gentle. He swallowed thickly. "Hi." He whispered.

Yoongi had never known Jimin to be a man of few words. On the contrary, he was usually very quick to greet people, often doing so before Yoongi even had time to assess a situation.

"Hi." Namjoon said just as softly, ducking his head down to try and lock eyes. He chuckled, seeing the omega hide behind Yoongi. He turned to the older. "So, what is it you would like to know?" He asked. "Seokjin mentioned Jungkook was adamant you be allowed to learn anything you want to learn."

Yoongi felt the breath leave him for a moment. Jungkook... He kept good on his promise? "Everything." He breathed out. "I want to learn everything."

Namjoon chuckled. "Let’s start with some history of the kingdom. Come sit, I already have some books out."

Yoongi sat, Jimin hanging back, his head bowed politely.

"Oh..." Namjoon looked up, smiling. "Jimin... Do you want to join us?"

His head shot up. "Oh... It's... It’s not proper for a servant to-"

"I won’t tell if you won’t." Namjoon winked, glancing to Yoongi. "What are your thoughts, Prince Yoongi?"

He smiled, giving a shrug. "I trust him. Come." He beckoned the other over, Taehyung already gone to spar with the alphas.

Jimin hesitantly sat on Namjoon's other side, his head bowed in respect and shyness.

Yoongi smiled as Namjoon taught them some history, paying close attention to his servant. He saw how Namjoon gave light touches to Jimin’s arm and lower back, leaving the smallest hints of his scent behind. Jimin would blush and lean into the touch, too shy to properly look up and lock eyes.

Yoongi couldn’t help his smile. Ten years he had been friends with the omega, and this was the first time he saw an alpha make him shy and nervous... Make him smile in a way Yoongi had never seen. Make him giggle and playfully whack him. And Namjoon looked just as smitten.

"There's my mate." Jungkook stepped into the room, already washed. He leaned over kissing the other's cheek. Both looked over, seeing Jimin's sad expression, Namjoon's eyes on him.

"Namjoon... Why don’t you teach Jimin about the history of dance and bring him to his chamber later?" Yoongi suggested, standing up and smiling.

"Really?!" Jimin asked softly, perking up Yoongi smiled and nodded.

"I promise to look after him." Namjoon smiled, a hand sliding down the thinner back, a bashful smile leaving Jimin.

"Oh, I bet you will." Yoongi chuckled, slipping out with Jungkook.

"What on earth did I miss?" Jungkook snickered.

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Chapter Six:

 "What on earth did I miss?" Jungkook snickered, reaching down to link their hands.

Yoongi chuckled. "They seem to have an... Undeniable pull to each other." He noted, a smirk on his lips.

Jungkook hummed. "That's sweet. Namjoon is very smart but never looks after his own needs."

"Jimin is sweet but always dotes on others. They may fit well. He'd take good care of Namjoon." Yoongi gave a solid nod at the thought.

"Namjoon would spoil him rotten with affection and stories." Jungkook said softly.

Yoongi smiled. "Sounds perfect. I hope they mate."

Jungkook turned, walking backwards. "Would you give permission?"

"Mmm." He nodded. "Jimin is my servant, but he's free to do as he pleases. Love who he wishes." He stated. “I’ve always made that clear to him. I don’t like the idea of owning him.”

Jungkook smiled, leaning over and kissing the other's forehead. "Mm. You're a good man."

He smiled. He tugged the other in close, leaning up to whisper in the pierced ear. "You'd make a good king."

"Shh!" He hissed. "Not in the public areas." He said a bit harshly, glancing back at his guards.

"No one heard me... King Jungkook." He teased.

Jungkook couldn’t help how his breath hitched, pulling Yoongi into the privacy of their room, the door closing. "I do not desire to be king." He said quietly, sitting in their nest.

Yoongi chuckled, crawling over. "But you would make a good one. Far better than your brother. Your brother wants the fame, the whores...” He scowled. "But you... You, my sweet alpha..." He leaned over, kissing his cheek. "You value honour, trust and knowledge." He nuzzled his mark, getting a sigh. "You would make a great king. You go out with the people, learn about them. You care about your city and the people in it. You're... You're a great man."

"My brother is to be king." He said softly, turning his head to press their lips together. "Please don’t talk about this anymore, Yoongi. Please."

Yoongi let out a sound of surprise, seeing the deep-rooted fear in those dark eyes. He nodded. "Okay, alpha. I won’t speak of it again." He swore, leaning in and pressing their lips together fondly, both sighing.

"Thank you." He reached out, placing a hand on the other's stomach. "Do you think it took?" He asked softly.

Yoongi hummed, shrugging. "No idea." He murmured. "Maybe. It’s okay if not. We have time to try again... And again... And again…"

"Mm I want at least two kids. Maybe three." Jungkook kissed Yoongi’s cheek sweetly.

"Three?" His brows shot up. "Are you carrying and birthing them?" He quirked his brow getting a snicker and a head shake. "Then I decide how many I’m willing to push out! You brat."

He laughed, pulling the other over, pressing their lips together. "Aish. We will see." He playfully bit the others nose, getting a scrunched face and some grumbling.

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Jimin was blushing like crazy as the tall, broad, strong alpha led him back to his room, stopping out front. "Thank you for teaching me about the history of dance." He said softly. "Next time I want to learn about a different history though." He said quietly, biting his lip. He... He was trying to flirt. It wasn’t appropriate for an omega to flirt, and he was a bit... Nervous to do it so openly. But he felt like he could trust Namjoon.

Namjoon smiled. "What history would you like to learn next, Jiminie?"

"Yours.” He breathed out, reaching down to gently touch the larger hand.

Namjoon's widening eyes gave Jimin doubt, his heart hammering. Oh no... Had he made a mistake? He went to pull back, the larger hand chasing his, enclosing around it easily.

"Sweet Jimin...” He said softly taking a step closer. "I would be honoured to teach you about me... So long as you promise to tell me all about you?" He asked, lifting the other's hand up, kissing the back of it.

Jimin heard a high mewl leave his throat, soft lips on his hand. Oh, how he wanted to kiss him. Their eyes locked, Namjoon slowly straightening up.

Jimin blushed such a deep red, a thumb brushing along the back of his hand.

"I will see you soon, Jiminie. Then we can talk about ourselves." He promised. "Sleep well, beautiful." He stepped back, smiling as he left.

Jimin felt faint, slowly entering his small room. He leaned back against the door, his breaths shallow yet heavy. He smiled brightly, chewing his lip, and knocking on the wall that joined Yoongi's room to his.

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Yoongi let out a sound of surprise, a specific knock on his wall. He looked up at a confused Jungkook. "That's Jimin's knock when he wants permission to come in and gossip or talk." He said. "Is it okay with you if he comes in?"

"Mhm." He nodded, kissing his cheek.

Yoongi knocked back and it was only a couple moments later that Jimin came in, half climbing up onto the bed.

Jungkook raised an amused brow as the omega quickly pressed into Yoongi, cuddling up and spreading his scent. "He's like a puppy.” Jungkook snickered.

"Yoongi hyung!" Jimin shifted enough to look up at him, his eyes sparkling. “I had such a great time with Namjoon hyung!" He said with a huge smile. "He taught me all about dance and music! We walked for so long! Then he walked me to my room and..." He took in a shuddering breath. "I flirted with him." He whispered, Yoongi chuckling, Jungkook looking shocked. "And oh! Oh, hyung he returned it and kissed my hand! He wants to meet up so we can talk about ourselves and get to know each other! If..." He chewed a plump lip.

Yoongi waited patiently, knowing the question was coming.

"If it goes well and... If... Prince Yoongi... Do I have your permission if Namjoon decides to court me... Do I have permission to accept and reciprocate?" He looked up through his bangs and lashes, batting the latter pleadingly.

Yoongi hummed in fake thought, the smaller whining and playfully hitting him. He laughed. "Of course, you do, Jimin. I wish you luck."

Jimin gave a giddy laugh, flopping over and wiggling.

"Oi! Can you stop spreading your scent all over my nest? I made it for Jungkook." He glared lightly, the other still smiling whilst Jungkook beamed and blushed happily on the other side of Yoongi.

"Sorry. I'm just excited that I might have an alpha!"

Yoongi chuckled again, running his fingers through the giddy omega's hair. "You should bathe well tomorrow then." He smiled. "Make your scent pop." He winked getting a snicker and nod. "Okay, hyung."

Jungkook smiled, watching them interact. It was... Cute. He always liked watching omegas curl up and talk. It was so different from alphas. Alphas were all aggressive and needed to play fight. Omegas were sweet with gentle touches and batting lashes. Even his mate seemed to soften up considerably whilst nesting with Jimin.

The smaller omega stayed well into the night before finally retiring to his own room once Yoongi had fallen asleep.

It was cute, the next day. They heard Jimin rushing around and invited him over to go to the bathhouse with them. They watched as he giddily swam around, scrubbing clean and happily humming, excited for his visit with Namjoon.

The three made it back to Jungkook and Yoongi's room, dressed and happily chatting away, Taehyung Joining not too long after. He shared a room at times with Namjoon and told Jimin about how he raved about the small omega for half the night, falling asleep mid-sentence.

Jimin literally giggled, falling over on the mini nest he made on the floor of Yoongi's room on Yoongi’s side of the bed.

There was a knock on the door, the object opening, a messenger standing there. "Jungkook, your father needs you." He said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Jungkook sighed, nodding and standing up. He kissed his mate, following the older male out.

He walked through the halls, his brows shooting up when he realized where they were headed. "Oh… we're discussing war tactics?"

"I'm just here to retrieve you, Your Highness."

Jungkook frowned, wondering what country they were planning on invading next. Or was this about the ongoing war they were allies to? They had sent a small amount of solders out to help, maybe they were requesting more?

He slipped into the room, swallowing thickly. Oh… no…

He saw his father, his brother, the head of their King’s guard, and three people from an allied force. There were others in the room, generals, and scribes. He closed his eyes, sighing and walking over.

"Alright, you claim your son is a genius at war tactics. Let's see." The man from their alliance scoffed at Jungkook, probably due to his age.

He just sighed and looked down. He knew which pieces were his father's and which were the enemies. His father always chose red, his enemies were black. The allied force was grey, and if there was more than one, then a deep green, then purple, blue and then brown. They rarely joined enough kingdoms to hit the brown pieces. He looked over the board. "Are you already camped here?" He mumbled, glancing to the ally.

"Yes."

"Why?" He quirked a brow, seeing the scowl, his appa holding out a hand, giving a nod to get him to listen.

He huffed. "Our tactician stated this spot here would give us the advantage of the hill." He stated.

Jungkook hummed. "Normally, yes. But… you're still battling the same people, yes?" He asked his appa, getting a nod. "More often than not, the enemy army sends only a small portion of their troops to the bottom of the hill." He pushed some black pieces over. "They're… sacrifices, I suppose. Their army is large, they can afford to lose a few of their weaker men." He stated. "The real army…" He pushed the pieces along. "Are probably already camped out in the forest here, using trees as shelter and packed preservatives, plus they can feast on the berries so no fire will need to be made. The others, I can guarantee, are already set up here. Just out of sight." He warned. "They aren’t below you, your grace." He warned, looking up.

"They've surrounded us." He muttered, looking at Jungkook in shock. "How can you be certain?"

"It's what I would do." He shrugged, standing up. "You can get out of it. Don't take the bait." He said firmly. "They want your men to run down the hill. They will have a huge advantage and all the momentum once you do. And do not send too many into the trees. They've probably got the area mapped and know it better than you. It's best to just meet them in the battlefield. Head to them. It gives you some element of surprise. Hopefully they won't be prepared, and you can overcome them."

Jungwoo placed a heavy hand on his son's shoulder, a proud smile on his face.

Their ally sighed heavily, giving a nod. "So… you're the one I lost as a son-in-law." He muttered.

Jungkook's head snapped up, his lips parting in surprise. "I-I'm sorry?" He looked between them.

"Such a shame. You have a brilliant mind." He huffed. "My omega daughter would have been so happy to have such a smart young man." He grumbled.

"King Kwon is the father of your original arranged." He appa said, eyeing him.

Jungkook swallowed thickly. He was ambushed apparently. "Oh…" His head bowed. "My apologies, His Majesty. I ah…" He felt his cheeks darken. "I got lost and happened upon-"

"-My intended." Junghyun muttered, Jungkook flinching.

"It wasn't planned and… and I lost myself in the moment."

King Kwon stared for a long moment before a bark of a laugh left him, startling the Jeons. "Aish! That's exactly how I happened across my mate!" He clapped the smaller on the back. "Well, she wasn't intended to another. I was supposed to be going to mate her sister and saw her in the garden." He chuckled. "My inner alpha was so stricken by her beauty it kick started my rut and the next thing I knew I had her bent over a flower bed!"

Jungkook couldn't help the smile, a small chuckle leaving him. It was nice having someone understand.

Jungwoo and Junghyun exchanged glances. Jungkook could tell they weren't happy. But whatever. He almost felt… vindicated…

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Jimin was ecstatic. He had Taehyung bring him to Namjoon's little office, walking into the slightly dusty area, books everywhere. "Oh… hey!" Namjoon walked over, grasping the smaller's hands in his. "Wah…" He smiled so brightly, making Jimin blush.

"What?" He asked shyly.

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered." He reached out, gently cupping a soft cheek, getting a giggle.

"Yah, you don't mean that."

"I do." He nodded, He let his hand fall, grasping the younger's small limb in his, his breath catching. "You're such a pretty omega." He whispered, leading him to the table and pulling a chair out. "I can't wait to learn about you and see if you're beautiful all around."

His cheeks were burning as he sat down, a giddy smile on his face.

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Warnings: Sexual harassment

Chapter Seven:

Hours…

They talked for hours. They swapped life stories and future dreams. They talked about their favourite and least favourite foods. They learned so much about each other.

And the sweet touches, leaving the smallest of scents behind, just enough to linger for a little while. Jimin liked touching the strong bicep and middle leg. And Namjoon frequently grazed his fingers over the small of the younger's back and under his chin to tilt his head up when Jimin would shyly look away. Of course, they also played with and examined each other’s hands, shy smiles being delivered at the cuteness of their size difference.

They were there so long servants had brought them food to eat together. Jimin snickering and giggling away as they took turns feeding one another. To say their connection was instead would definitely be an understatement.

Namjoon sighed happily. "Jimin?" He asked softly, the other leaning against him as they sat in two chairs next to a window, looking out at the stars. "I…" He chewed his lip. "If it's airtight with you and your master, I intend to ask my king for permission to start courting you. Would you accept?" He looked at the smaller, seeing him duck his head shyly.

Jimin reached down, playing with the larger hand, using both of his to do so. "I accept. I already asked my master and Yoongi gave his blessing and wishes us the best."

Namjoon grinned. "I can't wait until I can kiss you." He leaned over, murmuring in the reddened ear, getting a snicker.

"I won't tell if you do it now." He teased, turning to look at the other.

Namjoon blushed this time, smiling shyly. "I'd really like to-"

"-Kim! I need to consult…" Junghyun stepped into the room, freezing mid-step. He quirked a brow, Namjoon quickly standing up and brushing the wrinkles out of his clothes.

"Y-Your Highness. My apologies. How can I assist you?"

Junghyun's eyes were locked on Jimin's shy side profile. "Hmm. Who do you have here?" He smirked, walking over to look down at the smaller male.

Jimin shied away, glancing to the side at Namjoon, fidgeting nervously. He… he didn't like the eyes on him. Not those eyes, at least. "J-Jimin, Your Highness." He managed to squeeze out finally.

"You're the chambermaid my brother's mate insisted on bringing, yes?" He cocked his head to the side, getting a silent nod. "Stand up, let me take a look at you." He murmured.

Jimin swallowed nervously, glancing back at Namjoon. He saw such sadness in his eyes, his head ducked, and shoulders slumped. He slowly stood, already fearing where this would go.

Junghyun walked around the other, pulling the chairs away. He whistled when he stopped behind him, a hand reaching out.

Jimin gasped, lurching forwards when he felt the other grip his rear in a firm grasp.

"Wow… I thought it would be soft. It's actually quite firm." He squeezed, Jimin whimpering slightly, stepping away. "Ah, stay still for your prince." He leaned over, breathing in the other's ear, feeling him cower. "You are… quite the beautiful omega." He murmured, his other hand reaching around front, slipping under the loose shirt and pressing to his stomach. "Mmm, good, strong stomach, firm rear… you take good care of yourself, don't you, puppet?"

Jimin flinched, his eyes starting to water. He whined when a hand slid into his bottoms. He knew better than to push a royal man away, no matter what they were doing. He let him fondle him, feeling the tiniest of sparks as the rough hands shifted.

"Small cock, good. I prefer my omegas to have smaller dicks. I like when they're… dainty."

Namjoon cleared his throat, his eyes stinging. "Your Highness, please. I… I plan to ask our king permission to court-"

"-No." He murmured, not bothering to look at Namjoon. Instead, both his hands slid to strong, thick thighs, his own breath hitching. "Fuck. No, definitely not. This one…" He nipped Jimin's ear, pulling a startled croak from him. "This one is mine. Come, puppet. I'll show you to your new room."

Jimin's head fell forwards, a sob leaving his throat as he shook his head. "I want to stay with Yoongi." He cried out, a sudden sharp sting on his rear.

"That's for being informal to your previous master. And this one…" Jimin cried out again as the other whacked his ass a second time. "Is for denying me. Come, pretty puppet, don't make me force you."

Jimin looked to Namjoon, his heart cracking in his chest. He shook his head as he was led out, trembling. He… he didn't want to go with Junghyun! He didn't want to be one of his mistresses or concubines!

Jimin whimpered, eyes watering as the slightly older led him away.

"You should be happy." Junghyun murmured. "Men and women have literally begged me in the street to allow them this position. You will be well fed, well clothed, well taken care of… and well fucked." He promised.

They stopped outside of a door, too many smells inside. "Please, Prince Junghyun…" He whimpered.

"Mmm, call me Master from now on, puppet. In you go." He opened the door, giving him a firm push.

Jimin whined as he stumbled in, eyes turning to him.

"Oh… we have a new omega?" One of the boys stood, walking over. They were all in what was essentially loincloths, barely covering anything.

"Yah, he's so overdressed."

"See to it, my beauties, that you get him cleaned and dressed appropriately. He smells like Kim Namjoon." He leaned over, his breath ghosting along Jimin's ear. "I don't like my property smelling like other alphas…" He nipped the other's ear, getting a whine. "Unless they've paid for that right. But don't worry, puppet. You're too pretty for that." He stepped back, Jimin sniffling. "Make sure to have him cleaned and dressed quickly. I want him in my bedchamber in an hour." He slipped out, the door closing.

The bang it made felt like am iron spike was knocked through Jimin's gut, a queasiness washing over him. He looked around the room. There had to be at least eight girls and five boys… four of the occupants were at varying stages of obvious pregnancy… This… this was bad…

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Yoongi hummed happily, his head falling back as he raised and lowered himself, Jungkook's eyes filled with lust. Hands were on his hips, the younger shifting his legs perfectly so Yoongi barely had to do anything. It felt good, being stretched around the alpha, seeing his lust aimed at him. He pressed his hands to the strong chest, rocking back as he leaned forwards, their lips meeting-

"Jungkook!"

They both startled, Namjoon panting, eyes reddened. "I'm sorry but I can't wait!" He whined, closing the door and shutting himself in the room with the couple.

Jungkook let out his own displeased pout, Yoongi sliding off his lap, covering up with the furs and blankets. "What's wrong?"

"Where's Jimin?" Yoongi furrowed his brows.

"Junghyun took him." He croaked out, his eyes watering.

Jungkook stiffened, Yoongi's eyes narrowing dangerously as he turned slightly. "What the fuck does that mean?" He looked at his alpha.

The youngest flinched hard. "It… it means he's claimed him as one of his omegas-"

"-What?! He can't just steal my goddamn chambermaid!" He barked, glaring.

Jungkook sighed, getting up, erection gone. He found his pants and a shirt. "I'll speak with my father and see what I can do." He promised, leaning over and kissing his fuming mate's cheek. "I'll do my best." He promised… but his expression was so… forlorn, as if he was already anticipating an unpleasant and unwanted outcome.

Jungkook slipped out, sighing heavily as one of his guardsmen followed him to his father's chambers. He knocked firmly, Seokjin, the royal advisor opening the door.

"Ah, Jungkook, right on time." His father called from his seat on a couch, Junghyun across from him. "Please sit."

Jungkook felt the dread fill him… no… His breath caught. His brother was already there. He already managed to plead his case. That… that didn't bode well for Jimin.

He swallowed thickly, seeing Seokjin's sad expression.

Fuck.

He sighed, sitting next to his brother, on the opposite end of the couch. He looked at his appa. "Can I plead Jimin's case?"

He shrugged. "It won't change anything, but I suppose." His appa said, sipping his evening tea.

Junghyun was smirking and Jungkook desperately wanted to jam his face in a snake pit. He clenched his jaw momentarily. "Jimin is Yoongi's chambermaid. He has been his close friend and servant for ten years." He said, trying to beg his father with his eyes. "If Junghyun takes him as his omega, he's taking one of the few things my mate truly cares for-"

"Once he has a child, he will stop worrying about Jimin. That argument is obsolete. Try another."

Jungkook reared back. "He won't. don't you get it? They wanted to raise pups together. Parent together-" He clenched his jaw when both the other alphas started laughing. "Why is that funny?"

"He's his servant! It would never be equal!" His brother snorted.

"Yoongi isn't like us-"

"No shit." His appa growled out, sitting back.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes. He didn't like being tag teamed. He growled, deep in his chest, both pausing for a moment. It was something he had never done out of anger before, not to his father, at least. "Yoongi and Jimin have a brotherhood bond. You just ripped his brother-"

Junghyun rolled his eyes. "-I-"

"-Does it look like I'm fucking finished?" He barked; his brother's mouth snapped shut in surprise. His father smirked in amusement, leaning forwards, elbows on his knees. He nodded at Jungkook to continue, intrigued by the newfound confidence. "They have a brotherhood bond. They've shared twenty heats together! Twenty!" He growled out. "I…" His eyes widened.

He needed to come at this like a battle. His eyes went sharp. "Junghyun can't have Jimin because I already decided to put a claim on him. He will be one of my omegas." He said firmly.

His father sat back, eyes widening slightly a sound of surprise leaving him.

"What?! That's bullshit-" Junghyun growled angrily when his father raised a hand.

"You understand that means you must mark him. You must fuck him, burst a knot, and mark him as yours." He stated. "Only then can he be in your omega harem."

Jungkook swallowed thickly. Shit. "Can I have an hour-" He wanted to talk to Namjoon, see if he would agree.

"-No." His father's eyes narrowed. "You can have first pick because of your…" He scowled. "Mate's history. But you must choose now."

Jungkook bit back the whine. No matter what, Jimin was losing his freedom… but with him he would allow Jimin to still be with Namjoon… to run away with him. With his brother… "Fine. I will… I will fuck a knot into him and claim him as one of mine."

"Fuck you." Junghyun scowled angrily, his arms crossed petulantly.

 "I'm going to go retrieve my new omega, now." He stood, his father clearing his throat.

"Jungkook… it must be done tonight."

He flinched, giving a hesitant nod. "Yes, father."

Jungkook's feet moved quickly, panic rising in him. Oh god Yoongi was going to be so fucking pissed!

He groaned once he stopped outside of his brother's harem, nodding at the guards to open the door.

Jimin was seated in his loin cloth, a robe being draped over him for the walk to Junghyun’s. "Oh… Jungkook?" He looked at him, his eyes watering. "Are you here to save me?"

He cleared his throat. "Kind of?" He led him away, Jimin furrowing his brows. He pulled the robe tight around himself, hiding his body from anyone they might pass.

"What do you mean kind of?"

He sighed, the walk quiet after that until he slipped into his room.

Namjoon gasped, rushing forwards, quickly cupping soft cheeks, Jimin letting out a mewl, leaning into the touch. Jungkook frowned, sitting on the bed, his head down.

Yoongi crawled over, a hand on his shoulder. "Hey… hey, what's wrong?"

Jungkook swallowed thickly. "I… I made a call and… I don't think any of us are going to be happy." He said a bit hoarsely. Yoongi frowned, rubbing his alpha's back in encouragement. "I gave a proposal regarding Jimin and it was accepted."

"Okay?" Namjoon looked over, pulling Jimin in for their first hug, sighing as he leaned down, breathing in the other's scent.

"There was only three real choices. He is fucked and marked by Junghyun-" He got a whimper from all three occupants. "By my father." Although it wasn’t discussed, it was an option. His father had his fair share of omegas in his own harem. Shocked faces turned to him. He let out a sigh.

Yoongi slowly pulled away, his eyes widening in realization. "Or by you." He murmured.

"It's the only option where he can continue to see Namjoon! And then they can run away-" He gasped, a crack sounding as a hand collided with his cheek.

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Chapter Eight:

"There was only three real choices. He is fucked and marked by Junghyun-" He got a whimper from all three occupants. "By my father." Although it wasn’t discussed, it was an option. His father had his fair share of omegas in his own harem. Shocked faces turned to him. He let out a sigh.

Yoongi slowly pulled away, his eyes widening in realization. "Or by you." He murmured.

"It's the only option where he can continue to see Namjoon! And then they can run away-" He gasped, a crack sounding as a hand collided with his cheek.

"Jimin!" Yoongi's mouth dropped, Namjoon pulling the other back and pushing the hiccupping omega behind himself before someone could lash out at him, if they even would.

"I don’t want you to mark me!"

Jungkook frowned. "I didn't want it either, Jimin! It's me, my brother, or my father!"

"Fuck you!"

"Jimin." Yoongi slid off the bed, walking over, seeing the reddened eyes. "Hey…" He reached out, gently cupping the other's cheeks with his hands. "It's okay. I'll nest with you guys when it happens." He said softly.

Jimin mewled, looking at the other with watery eyes. "You will?"

"Mhm." He nodded. "You don't need to be scared. I'll make sure it goes okay." He promised. "It won’t be like it was with that Duke when he cornered you in the stables."

Jungkook stiffened, his eyes closing when the words dawned on him. He opened his eyes, smiling as fondly as he could. "You can be in the middle if you want, or Yoongi can dote on you as it happens. Whatever you need, Jiminie."

"Can…" He looked over. "I want Namjoon there." He said softly.

Jungkook frowned, opening his mouth. He paused, eyes widening. What if he allowed Namjoon in and Namjoon marked- no… no, no, no. His father would execute Jimin, and Namjoon would be whipped in the streets. He flinched, his head bowing. "He can come in after." He promised.

Jimin whined but nodded, Yoongi nuzzling him sweetly.

"When…" Namjoon cleared his tight throat. "When do you have to mark him?"

"Tonight." He whispered. "I'll need to take some herbs to get a mini rut started." He murmured.

Jimin clung to Namjoon, breathing in his flowered wood scent, his eyes closed. He felt the other's arms encasing him and it felt so perfect. "Will you still want me even after I have a claim on me?"

"Yes." Namjoon breathed in the strawberry scent. He looked at Jungkook, seeing the smile and nod. He pulled back enough to cup the soft cheek. He closed his eyes, hearing the excited mewl leave Jimin's throat as he went up on his tip toes, meeting him for a gentle press of lips.

Yoongi frowned; his heart felt so sad for his best friend. He leaned on Jungkook's back, nuzzling his mark. "I don't like this."

"Me either."

"What if we ran right now?" Namjoon asked, pulling Jimin’s back into his chest. "What if we didn't even pack? We just ran?"

Jungkook frowned. "You'd have bounties on your heads. If you mated, my father would have him killed and you whipped in the streets. We need your brain, Namjoon, so he wouldn't kill you." He stated. “He’d just make you suffer.”

Yoongi slowly slid off the bed, heading to the door.

"Where are you going?" Jungkook stood up a bit panicked, Yoongi looking over his shoulder. "I'll never forgive myself if I don't try and plead their case and… and I think we should all go together." He determined with a nod.

Jungkook gulped. His appa was going to be pissed. "Yeah, alright." He frowned, leading the way. It couldn’t do any worse damage than what was already done.

The guards raised their brows as the four men marched down to the king's chambers, Jungkook knocking.

The door opened, his appa looking up from a scroll. He rolled his eyes huffing. "I've made my decision-"

"They've imprinted." Yoongi called out.

Jungkook watched his father freeze, his own eyes widening as his head snapped to his mate.

"By law you cannot force him to be marked or claimed by another." Yoongi pointed out.

"You have no proof of this imprint." He sat forwards, glaring.

"So put it to the test. You find a place to hide Jimin and Namjoon must locate him by feeling alone. His nose blocked so he can't smell him out." He gave a shrug, completely confident in his claim.

Namjoon's eyes widened.

"If you're wrong?" The king sat forwards.

"I'm not." Yoongi crossed his arms, Jungkook laughing nervously, placing a hand on the other's shoulder in warning.

"Fine. He will do the hunt in an hour, starting at midnight. If you're wrong, he is marked by Junghyun."

Jungkook, Jimin and Namjoon flinched.

Yoongi gave a curt nod. "Fine. Jimin…" He turned to his friend pulling him in for a hug. He breathed in his scent before spreading his own, Jimin trembling slightly from fear.

"What if he doesn't find me?"

"He will." He assured. "I know it. I've known you for ten years. Not once did you ever even glance at another person… thirty seconds and you were a blushing, giddy mess. I know this is right." He said softly. "I know it." He leaned in, their lips pressing tenderly, pulling apart with a little ‘click’.

"Then why does this feel like a goodbye?" He sniffled eyes watering.

Yoongi smiled fondly. "Because, silly. When it's proven you'll move to his quarters." He kissed a soft cheek. "You won't be my servant anymore. You'll be his omega. It's gonna be weird not having you one room over." He playfully nipped his jaw, getting a bashful smile.

"I get to move in with Joonie?"

"Mhmm." He nodded, kissing the other's cheek. "Stay here and listen well. The hunt starts at midnight. You will be bound and gagged, but that's just so you can’t run to him or call out. It has to be true."

He nodded. "Okay, hyung."

He stepped back, sighing. He nodded at the angry king, slipping out with the other three.

It was the longest hour of Yoongi's damned life. Honestly… he was less and less certain of the imprint as the minutes ticked, him and his mate curled up close, Namjoon sitting in the makeshift nest Jimin had made, sniffles leaving him as he ran his wrist along pieces, infusing their scents.

Finally, a guard came, the king with him. They had Namjoon place a scented wooden plug in his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth, and wrapped his head so his ears were covered… he looked absolutely ridiculous… but it was a necessity.

Yoongi nodded at him, placing a hand on his own heart, hoping Namjoon understood he was saying to follow his heart.

He stayed in the nest, his hands clasped with Jungkook. Namjoon would have an hour. Just one hour to try and locate his possible mate. He could be inside or outside. It was his job to figure it out.

Namjoon's feet moved fast, pausing a couple times. He would stop, reach into his heart and try and think. Jimin. Where was Jimin?

He found himself outside, in the forest, ten minutes to spare, panting. He had started running a good twenty minutes ago. He felt like this was the right way… this had to be… he stopped when he noticed something white not far off, just to his left. His eyes widened. It was him! His back was to him and he was bound. He rushed over, grasping his arms, Jimin's muffled scream reaching his ears. He had been gagged and blindfolded, the same wood objects in his nose. Namjoon sunk down, gently rubbing a thin arm, seeing Jimin relax, his shoulders starting to shake. He already knew before the older pulled off his blindfold.

Carefully he took out the gag, a loud sob reaching him. "Shh, it's okay, little one." He said softly, undoing the knots that tied his hands behind his back. "Let's get you home." He removed what was left, Namjoon carrying the smaller on his back, Jimin barefoot. He could hear the sniffles and feel him trembling from the cold. "Don't worry. I'll bring you to mine. It's always warm there. Sometimes too warm." He admitted.

Jimin nuzzled him, trying to breathe through his clogged nose, the sobs having made it nearly impossible at this point. Namjoon stopped out front of the castle, the king standing tall and firm.

He let out a sigh, Junghyun scowling. "You will take the herbs and mate tonight." He turned, leaving no room for argument.

Namjoon frowned, shifting Jimin. "I had wanted to wait." He muttered a bit darkly, the younger hugging him closer.

"I don't mind if it means they can't make us separate anymore." Jimin whispered.

Namjoon smiled, entering his little office, much to Jimin's confusion. He went towards the back, Jimin's eyes widening. There was a staircase behind a wall of books… a winding one. He climbed off the broad back, grasping the offered hand and following the other up the steps and into a bedroom.

"I ah… I attempted to make a nest the night I met you. I usually share with Taehyung in our joined room, but I've started sleeping here. I'm going to see if I can just make this my-" He stopped, seeing Jimin already climbing onto the bed, shifting fabrics around as he lightly purred. It was beautiful sound and a wonderful sight.

Namjoon knelt down, crawling over, rubbing the tired man's back. "I'm sorry we have to do this tonight. You must be so exhausted.”

"It's okay. And… I'm sorry if I fall asleep during it." His cheeks went dark.

Namjoon chuckled. "I'll work myself up with my hand until I almost knot, then I can wake you and we can actually have sex then.”

Jimin nodded, laying down. "I can sleep for a little first?" He asked, eyes already fluttering closed.

"Of course, little one." He kissed his cheek. “I'll take the herbs and see how you feel in about two hours."

"Okay, Joon hyung." He whispered, his breaths evening out quickly.

Namjoon chuckled, running his fingers through thick locks. "My poor tired baby."

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Yoongi was curled up against the young prince, picking at the light shirt he wore in his worry. The door slammed open, both startling.

Junghyun stood there, fuming. "I’ve lost two omegas because of you, now." He growled out, glaring.

Jungkook gulped. "Hyung-"

"I challenge you!" He barked, Jungkook and Yoongi both gasping. "I challenge you to combat! Tomorrow at high noon. We fight until one is dead or unable to move." He spat to the side.

Jungkook whined. "Hyung, don't do this! Reconsider!"

"I've already made the arrangements, little brother. High noon! Bring your bitch!" He slammed the door shut, both whining.

Yoongi looked at Jungkook with such fear. "Can… can you beat him?"

He shifted a bit nervously. "I… I don't know." He admitted. "I… I should sleep." He rolled over, his eyes watering. He didn't want his mate to see him cry. He wanted to be strong for-

Jungkook's breath caught, sweet kisses being placed along his back, a hand rubbing it. "It will be okay, my alpha." Yoongi whispered softly. "I know it will. You sleep."

Jungkook wasn’t sure he could actually sleep, but eventually he slowly drifted off to the sweet kisses and touches from his mate, their mixed scents keeping him calm despite his fears.

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Jungkook woke two hours before the fight, staring at the wall. His mate's head was on his back, even breaths crossing his shoulder. Good he was still asleep. Maybe he could slip out-

"Mmm." Yoongi slowly sat up, blinking the sleep back. He looked out the too bright window and frowned. "Kook-"

"I know." He whispered, slowly pushing himself into a seated position, looking at his mate with such a sad expression. "I have to get ready."

"Okay. I'll help you."

Truthfully it took three times as long with Yoongi's help instead of his regular assistants, but he didn't mind. He got to see the other's talented fingers slowly tie everything to perfection, hidden strength showing when he tightened and pulled.

Yoongi stepped back, looking his mate over once he finished, nodding with a sigh. "I think that's about it." He said quietly, leaning up to share a tender kiss.

"What if I fail?" Jungkook whispered, his eyes watering.

"Then I'll nurse you back to health." He said softly.

"You don't understand, hyung." He gripped the other's elbows. "If I fail… If I fail, they'll destroy your mark and you'll be sent to live with his omegas."

Yoongi's breath caught. He quickly schooled his features and nodded. "It will be okay. I have faith in my alpha. But you need to have it, too." He said firmly.

Jungkook let out a nervous breath. "I just… I know all the strategies, the best options for a war, but I've never-"

"Then treat this like a war." Yoongi said firmly. "What is your next step?"

Jungkook frowned, looking at Yoongi. "Hyung-"

"Two countries are battling. One is stronger, has more training and more skill, but the other has a good cause, a real reason to fight. What does the weaker army do?" Yoongi gripped the other's shoulder.

Jungkook sighed. "We are outnumbered. Out skilled…" He murmured. He could feel his brain starting to click. "I need reinforcements but it's a one-on-one combat. So that strategy is-" His eyes widened, head snapping to Yoongi.

"That's your solution, that face right there says it. What's the plan?" Yoongi asked, giving a reassuring smile.

"Come. This… this could get messy." He warned. He grabbed the other's hand. "Grab what you could never live without-"

"-Jimin." Yoongi murmured, moving quickly.

"I ah… I meant like a pillow or a bracelet-"

He shook his head. "All replaceable. I don't care. Are we running?" He asked.

"No. I'm making a deal. A compromise."

Yoongi nodded, following the other.

"But he's not going to like it so it will be a brash decision and we won’t have time to pack really." Jungkook warned as he sped walked down the halls, Yoongi struggling a little to keep up.

"Understood." The smaller nodded curtly.

They stepped outside into the light, seeing guards. His father standing, talking harshly to Junghyun who was growling angrily and saying ‘no’. Jungkook saw Jimin and Namjoon, both teary, no mark present… he… he couldn't do it. That wasn't surprising. Namjoon had strong morals, even in a dire situation his instincts would kick in and never allow him to purposely put his future mate in distress. Even if it saved him.

That was fine. If his plan worked, there wouldn’t be any consequences for them, either.

He saw Taehyung standing with worry, one hand clasped with Hoseok's. He walked over to his father and brother, Yoongi rushing to check on Jimin, still in earshot.

"I've tried to talk to your brother, but he is insisting on making a fool of us!" He growled out.

Jungkook let out a breath, looking at his appa. He let his face fall. "Appa… I'm sorry." He said softly. "Please allow me to hug Eomma after I say my piece."

He furrowed his brows. "What are you going on about now?"

"I…" He turned to his brother. "You win, Junghyun." He said softly. "I know you have always felt like I would challenge you to the throne. Perhaps that's why you get so angry with me and competitive." He frowned, seeing the other scowl. "I'm… I'm going to take my mate and his servant and we're going to go back to his palace."

"Jungkook-" His father's voice went firm.

"Appa." He turned to him. "Think this through logically." He stated. "He will never stop fighting me because he will always feel threatened. Let me leave, it's the only way to preserve our relationship and stop the kingdom from falling apart. Please. Find him a good mate that will bear him sons and let me leave with mine."

Jungwoo let a breath out through his nose, turning to Junghyun. "Your thoughts?"

"You will never challenge me or my sons to the throne?" He stepped forwards, glaring at his little brother. “Ever?”

"So long as you never invade us." Jungkook said firmly.

Junghyun narrowed his eyes, staring for a moment. He shifted, holding his hand out. "It's a compromise I am willing to make."

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Chapter Text

Warnings: Mentions of a miscarriage, TIME SKIP

Chapter Nine:

"Your thoughts?"

"You will never challenge me or my sons to the throne?"

"So long as you never invade us." Jungkook said firmly.

Junghyun narrowed his eyes, staring for a moment. He shifted, holding his hand out. "It's a compromise I am willing to make."

Jungkook almost let out a cry of relief. Almost. Instead, he gripped the other's hand firmly, nodding.

"I've lost the most brilliant mind for war strategies." Jungwoo groaned. "You two are such trouble, do you know that?"

Jungkook gave a sad smile and a shrug. After all, it wasn't fully his fault… but he did steal his brother's intended… "Yes, we know."

"Go. Get your mate and his servant."

"I would like to make a couple requests." Jungkook said quietly, getting a raised brow. "Please let me take Namjoon. He can travel back and forth; he is a diplomat. You only need to send a raven for him. But do not hurt Jimin if he chooses to bring him."

Junghyun scowled but his father silenced him. "Fine. Anything else?"

"Taehyung, Seokjin and Hoseok."

His brows furrowed. "Taehyung, I understand… why my advisor and Hoseok?"

Jungkook smiled. "Hoseok will not go anywhere without Seokjin. You have three advisors; you can spare one. And…" He nodded back behind himself. "Have you truly not noticed?"

He looked over, seeing the three with clasped hands. His brows shot up. "Huh… an omega with two alphas. That's not seen often."

"Seokjin has a lot of love to give. Sometimes it takes two." Jungkook shrugged.

He hummed. "Agreed. Take some guards for safe passage. I'll send a raven to King Min."

"Thank you!" He reached out, his father pulling him in for a tight hug, patting his back.

"Alright. Hug your mother. She's already weeping."

Jungkook turned, half tackling the sobbing woman. "I promise to write often!" He said, both pulling back.

"Okay, baby boy. Please be safe."

“I will." He headed over, wrapping an arm around his mate. “Okay, let's head to yours."

Yoongi let out a shaky breath, nodding, Jimin, Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok and Taehyung following behind.

He curled in close with Jungkook in the carriage. Every so often they would stop for bathroom breaks and to have some of the others switch carriages to see each other. But mostly it was quiet and they got to enjoy the scenery.

Yoongi sat up straight when he saw his home, a mewl in his throat. He wondered if the raven beat them there… probably, judging by how his appa was standing out front with his brother. He whined, half crawling over Jungkook, the younger snickering, shifting to pull him onto his lap.

"Wah. You were that home sick? You've been gone two weeks."

"I've never left before." He opened the door before the carriage had even stopped, rushing forwards. He smiled a gummy smile when his brother met him for a hug, pulling him in tight and groaning.

"Did you grow? I feel like you grew!" Geumjae pulled back, smiling.

"Aish! Don't be ridiculous." He turned, smiling at his father. "Appa."

"Baby boy. What a troublesome time you must have had." He pulled him in. "I had sent a raven back requesting your bedding. A carriage should arrive within the next day or so." He assured, Yoongi smiling in gratitude. "Why don't you head up. I will find a new room for your…" He paused, looking at Jimin. He smiled. "I guess he isn't your servant anymore. For your friend and our new diplomat. I understand you three are together, so I will find somewhere for you. But…" His eyes locked on Jungkook, the younger gulping… was… he in trouble? "After you rest, I request your attendance tomorrow. Perhaps you, Namjoon and Seokjin can find a way to help dig me out of the hole I've placed myself in." He sighed.

"Oh…" Jungkook's eyes widened. His father-in-law already wanted his help? "Of course, King Min. I would be honoured." He nodded, wrapping an arm around Yoongi's waist.

"Alright. Go settle in, the lot of you!" He called waving them off.

Yoongi chuckled, leading Jungkook inside. "This time I get to show you around." He teased.

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Yoongi did indeed get to show Jungkook around. They spent a good half a year working hard at getting Yoongi’s father into a respectable place with as many people as they could. But things went on the back burner when Yoongi noticed he missed a heat. He’d been awfully hungry lately and had gained a little weight too. When he had casually pointed this out to Jungkook, the younger had dropped to his knees in the middle of a feast, and pressed his nose to Yoongi’s abdomen, climbing under the table and everything, the older squawking and flailing.

But it was worth it to Jungkook.

Because Yoongi was pregnant. He could smell it. He knew it.

As Jungkook predicted, Yoongi gave birth to a little boy. His little Jaebum. It was less than a year later that Jimin’s child came along, little Hyuksoo.

A soft hum filled the room, deep but sweet. Yoongi gently ran the cloth along the sensitive skin, smiling when he got a giggle, the other squirming.

"Aish. He bathes so well for you." Jimin sighed, his own small child crying and thrashing in the bin. "I find myself with a cleaner floor than child!" He wheezed slightly. He squawked when his slippery two-year-old tried to climb out, slipping. He caught him, whining slightly. "Yoongi! Help!"

Yoongi snorted, poking his three-year old's nose. "Sit and play for a little, Jaebum." He said softly before moving over to help Jimin. "Hyuksoo, enough." His deep voice held a stern edge. He got a giggle from the two-year-old, but he stopped squirming.

Jimin huffed. "Thank you." He sighed. "I don't know why he listens to you and not me."

Yoongi chuckled, standing up, a hand on his stomach. "No idea. Sometimes kids just want to rebel. Just be glad he's doing it now." He shrugged. “Hopefully he’ll get it out of his system young.” He walked back over to his son, getting the cloth ready. "Come on out."

"Up!" He reached up.

Yoongi chuckled. "You're too heavy for appa to lift whilst this pregnant, baby."

"Mmm. Pretty sure he's talking to me." Jungkook walked over, reaching down. "Wah! Who's my naked boy?! He snickered lifting him out of the tub, helping his very pregnant mate to wrap his son up and dry the giggling boy off.

"Mmm. And very clean!” Yoongi said a bit tiredly. “Yes! No more playing in horse shit, yeah?" He said, narrowing his eyes, getting a snicker.

"Stinky."

"And gross." Yoongi muttered, frowning. "I literally barfed." He stated. “Pregnancy and horse shit don’t mix.”

Jungkook snorted. "I heard. The stable owner was howling when he told me. Apparently Jaebum tripped, face planted in it, and you immediately vomited."

"Damn fucking right, I did." He gave a curt nod. 

He chuckled, picking his son up and leaning over to kiss Yoongi gently. "And what happened to this one?" He nodded at Jimin's little one.

"Hyuksoo ran and gave him a hug despite me screaming at him not to." He muttered. "We washed them with the bin outside first."

"Wah! They must have been so cold!" Jungkook frowned.

Yoongi hummed. "We wrapped them up with thick fabrics after then brought them in for a warm bath. They'll be fine."

"And where are the twins?" Jungkook murmured.

"With Seokjin. He was nesting with them. He needed it after the loss." He frowned, Jungkook nodding in understanding.

"That explains why Hoseok didn't come spar and why Taehyung said he wasn't available. Good, I'm glad they're all bonding. That must have been rough."

"He was seven months along. It was excruciating." Yoongi frowned, leaning against the other. He himself was eight and a half.

"Mmm. Oh!" He pulled back, grinning vibrantly as they walked to their chambers, heading in, Jimin in toe, his son half upside down, the omega whining as he tried to get him to sit properly on his hip.

"Stop laughing! I curse your second child to be this much of a handful!" He growled out.

Jungkook sighed, handing his kid off to Yoongi. He grasped Hyuksoo around the center, Jimin letting go. The toddler screamed, giggling when he was suddenly upside down, Jungkook's arms up high enough he was face to face with the upside-down child. "Stop." He said firmly, getting a snicker.

He heard Yoongi gasp followed by his laugher, the older literally sinking to the floor. "What's so-" he yelped, Jimin quickly taking his son, scolding him as Jungkook stood with a horrified expression. "He peed on me!" He screeched, Yoongi laying on the ground, laughing hysterically. "He peed on my head!"

"I keep telling you not to hold him upside down! For whatever reason he pees! I don't get it! It's like his bladder is a glass of water!" Jimin whined. "Now I have to bathe him again!"

Jungkook huffed, pouting. "I'll be late to nest." He muttered. "I'll tell you the news when the kids are sleeping."

"Okay, alpha." He held his hand out, Jungkook bending to help him stand. "I want to rub my peed-on head on you."

"Mmm, but who will look after the kids whilst we bathe."

"That's the only reason I'm not doing it." He grumbled, reaching down the whack the other's rear playfully.

Yoongi headed to the room with his son, getting him tucked into their nest, watching him yawn.

It wasn't too much later that Jungkook returned with Hyuksoo and Jimin. The two smaller ones crawled on, Jungkook heading in last.

"Okay, firstly… Jimin…" He gave a smirk, seeing his eyes light up.

"Alpha's coming home?!" He shifted excitedly, getting a chuckle.

"A raven came today. He should only be about a day out."

"Oh good! Good! Appa's coming home!" He hugged his sleepy toddler tight, humming. "Ah, it's been a whole two weeks since I've hugged my mate!" He whined slightly. "Thank you again for letting us nest. It's always so hard when he goes away." Jimin frowned.

"Hey, it's the least I can do. You two always invite Yoongi and Jae into your nest when I have to leave for business." Jungkook said with a fond smile. "Despite Yoongi bitching about liking the quiet time, I know he appreciates Jae being able to sleep with an alpha presence."

"Any time." Jimin smiled, Yoongi returning it.

"Alright. And Yoongi." He turned to the other. "We made peace with the last kingdom." He said softly, seeing the relief flood his mate. "You currently have no threats to the Min kingdom. However, your father's forces were requested for battle, and they may need to call on me if they need help building a line of defense."

Yoongi frowned, reaching down. "You just got back three days ago." He murmured, a hand on his stomach.

"I know." He nodded, frowning. "I know. But us helping this kingdom is detrimental to the treaty." He said softly. "If I refuse-"

"-I know." Yoongi sighed. "Will you be back in time for the birth?" He looked up, eyes watering slightly.

Jungkook slumped. "I don't know, baby." He admitted. "I'm hoping I don't have to leave- what are you doing?" He raised his brow, Yoongi trying to crawl off the bed.

"I'm going to run in circles to speed up-"

Jungkook snagged him around the waist, growling lightly and pulling him back, Jimin snickering as they play fought, Jungkook being gentle. "Like hell you are. It's bad enough you walked all the way to the bath house to wash our child."

"He fell in manure!"

"You also walked all the way to the stables." He narrowed his eyes.

"I'm perfectly healthy. I'm not on bedrest-"

Jungkook growled in slight warning, nipping the other's chin. "Please don't do anything to harm the baby."

Yoongi sighed, leaning back into the other. "Yes, appa. I will be good." He teased, the other hugging him tight.

"Oh… and… in other news…" He muttered, sounding displeased. "My father, mother… and brother wish to pay a visit."

Yoongi stiffened, Jimin whining.  They hadn't seen them in four years, not since they left. "Why?"

Jungkook frowned. "To negotiate the treaty and to visit. I assume they probably want to try and arrange a marriage between the kids-"

"Ew!" Yoongi shot back.

"Jimin or Seokjin's. Not our children." He chuckled. "Junghyun and his wife have three children." He said softly. "I'm sure they think if they make an alliance with Jimin and Namjoon, then Namjoon will be able to go over more often and be a more established diplomat to them."

"Fuck that." Jimin scowled, gently brushing the hair from his sleeping child's face.

Jungkook frowned. "You won't have much choice. I'll try and convince them that breeding with a strong leader's offspring is better." He said softly, getting nods. "But he was pretty determined to have either the offspring of the man with the brilliant mind, or Hoseok's, since he is renowned for his combat skills." He sighed, laying back, an omega on either end. He felt his cheeks warm up, both curling against him as they often did.

Yoongi chuckled. "Is my alpha getting naughty thoughts again?" He saw how he stiffened, his ears bright red once they curled up.

He shrugged it off, pretending he wasn't slightly embarrassed. "Maybe. It's been a while since I've had a good lay."

"Oh?! Am I a shit lay now?" Yoongi quirked a brow, Jungkook's eyes widening.

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Chapter Text

Kids:

Yoongi/Jungkook: Jaebum, Jungji

Namjoon/Jimin: Hyuksoo

Chapter Ten:

"Is my alpha getting naughty thoughts again?" He saw how he stiffened, his ears bright red once they curled up.

He shrugged it off, pretending he wasn't slightly embarrassed. "Maybe. It's been a while since I've had a good lay."

"Oh?! Am I a shit lay now?" Yoongi quirked a brow, Jungkook's eyes widening.

He sputtered, Jimin laughing.

"Ohhh! Jungkook fucked up!" He laughed, whacking the other's chest.

"N-n-no! No! You're great! I just worry about the pregnancy and the baby and- are you sure I'm not stabbing its head?" He whined, Yoongi snorting.

"Calm down, Kook. I'm teasing you. I'm aware my condition is making it a bit more difficult. Especially with a toddler in the room. I'm sure Namjoon will understand if you relieve some stress with his omega… so long as I get to watch and Jimin saves his mouth for Namjoon. You know that's his favourite part." He smirked.

Jungkook moaned, his eyes fluttering as Jimin shifted, straddling the other's waist, sitting up straight.

"Is that what you want, Alpha?" He rocked, shifting his night gown out from under him.

Yoongi hummed, smirking, He carefully shifted the sleeping children into the smaller nest beside the bed so they wouldn't see if they awoke. He reached down, tugging Jungkook's own bedwear up, Jimin moving to accommodate. "If you fuck him though, I get to let Namjoon play with me when he comes back." He teased.

Jungkook growled lightly. He was a bit more possessive than Namjoon was, but that was because he made Yoongi cum too fast one time and it made Jungkook weary. In Yoongi's defense, Jungkook was fucking jerking him off at the same time!

He gave a hesitant nod, feeling the slick spreading along his shaft. He moaned, Jimin wiggling into place.

"Mmm, I haven’t had a cock in two and a half weeks." He sunk down, sighing in content, feeling the stretch.

Yoongi always loved watching Jimin ride someone. He always enjoyed himself so much. His hips moved like water, his head lulling about as he ran his hands along his own body, moaning so shamelessly. It was a serious sight to see. He gasped when a hand wrapped around his shaft, Jungkook letting out shaky breaths as he played with his mate, Jimin rocking on his lap-

They all froze, the door opening. "Oh…" Namjoon's brows shot up. "Don't stop on my account." He whispered, slipping into the room.

Jimin whined, sliding off the other's member, reaching out needily.

"Aish! Don't torture Jungkook- oh never mind." He shrugged, Yoongi shifting to wrap his mouth around his alpha, a hand already in his hair, the younger moaning as his omega's tongue did devilish things.

Namjoon chuckled. "Mmm." He pulled Jimin right off the bed with ease, plopping his feet on the floor. He leaned down, their lips meeting for a full kiss. "Let's bring Hyukie to our nest." He walked over, picking up the sleeping boy and draping him over his shoulder.

"I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow evening?" Jimin said with a look of wonder in his eyes.

"I skipped the last rest stop. Nearly passed out riding the horse." He chuckled, slipping out of the room.

Yoongi hummed when he felt Jungkook's release fill his mouth, a choked grunt reaching his ears. "I love how sweet Jimin tastes." He murmured after he pulled back.

"Yours is sweeter." Jungkook rasped out, kissing the other before groaning and getting up. He picked up their son, placing him back in their nest between them.

"Mmm, really?" He asked quietly.

"Fuck yea. Sometimes it is too sweet. I love it." He grinned. "I'll eat you out tomorrow. We will send Jae off with Hyuksoo to play and I'll give you as much attention as you need."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You won't be able to."

"Oh? Why not?" He furrowed his brows, looking at the other in confusion.

Yoongi gave a nonchalant shrug. "I felt the first small contraction an hour ago. I'll be in labour by morning."

Jungkook's eyes widened, a croak leaving his throat as he sat bolt up. "What?! Why didn't you say something?! You even mentioned being scared I wouldn’t make it back in time!"

"Jimin was lonely and then you were enjoying yourself- Jungkook stop trying to get damp cloths! I'm still a good twelve hours out! Come to bed." He growled, the other whining and shaking his head.

"But you're contracting!"

"I've had three in an hour, and they aren't so bad. I'll be fine." He rolled his eyes, tapping the bed. "What I need is my alpha to come cuddle me."

He sighed, nodding. "Alright, fine." He pulled the other over, kissing his forehead. "I'm not sleeping tonight."

Yoongi chuckled. "Well, I plan to sleep, so try not to whine too loudly."

"Brat."

"Mmm. Yup."

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Sure enough, by high noon Yoongi was doubled over on his hands and knees, one hand fisted in the sheets, the other on his stomach, sweat pouring off of him, pained growls leaving his throat as Jungkook and Jimin stood by. Taehyung and Namjoon were pacing outside the room with worry, all the kids playing.

They startled when a broad man walked over, looking at them with worry. "Is Yoongi okay? Is the labour okay?"

"Hey, Seokjin hyung." Namjoon smiled. "Yoongi asked if you showed to send you in-" And he was through the door. He chuckled, looking at Hoseok. "How are you all holding up?"

Jungkook slipped out, running a hand through his hair, nodding at Hoseok.

He nodded. "It's going better." Hoseok said softly. "It was hard at first after the miscarriage. But… but we're recovering. We're going to wait a little bit before trying again." He admitted, getting nods. "We have our boy and girl, so we're okay." He reached over, kissing each twin's head. "I still think this one was mine." He whispered, Taehyung snickering.

"Pretty sure you're right. I think the boy was mine. He's got my smile." He gave a boxy grin.

"And she has my sister's eyes and my forehead. So pretty." He nuzzled her before moving over. "But this boy right here is the most handsome boy in the world!" He cooed, picking up their son and hugging him the other pushing against his chest, wanting to run and play with his friends. He chuckled. "Aish. Alright, alright. I'm sorry I disturbed you, your highness." He snickered, joking about his son’s behaviour, the young boy not actually being of royal decent.

"Did you hear anything about Geumjae?" Taehyung asked, looking at Jungkook.

He frowned as the others glanced over at him. "He's… the infection seems to have spread." He frowned. "His mate is devastated, and the pregnancy didn't take. It's been decided that if he succumbs to the wound, she will go back home to grieve with her family." Jungkook said quietly.

"Will Yoongi be the next in line for the kingdom then?" Hoseok asked.

Namjoon nodded. "I've taught him everything I can just in case. We've studied together over the years but… well… if Geumjae fails to survive I guess I will do a crash course. His father is old and ready to pass the crown off. Yoongi will probably be king by spring. If his brother falls, he will be crowned on his birthday, but don't tell him that." Namjoon said firmly. “He’s in no condition right now to hear it. He needs to bond with his family.”

"Mmm, he's stressed enough as it is." Jungkook glanced back. "I'm going to head back in-"

"Jungkook!" Yoongi's loud, guttural growl filled the castle, Seokjin's head popping out.

"Baby's ready!"

He turned, rushing back in, grabbing the flailing hand. "I'm here. I'm right here."

"One more big push, Yoongi!" The midwife called and he nodded, a loud, rough yell leaving him.

Jungkook held him tight, a wail sounding in the room shortly after. Yoongi let out a relieved sob, his mate helping to shift him.

"Another boy." She held the baby out, sounding and looking so very excited, Yoongi sobbing as he hugged him close, Jungkook seated beside him, none of them caring about the mess.

"Wah… oh…" Jungkook's breath caught. "His ears…"

Yoongi reached up tentatively touching the little triangles. "Fuck me." He breathed, watching the furry items twitch.

"That's a sign of true greatness!" She said in a hushed tone.

Jimin was already crawling over, marveling. "Wow. Now that's a pure bloodline." He murmured. "I wonder why Jaebum didn’t have it."

Yoongi was too exhausted and emotional to care. He shook his head, nuzzling his infant before the midwife gently took him away and cleaned him up, Jimin and Seokjin watching and cooing as the little one cried.

Jungkook hummed. "Well… this might be interesting." He murmured. "The younger one has a stronger claim to the throne."

Yoongi shrugged. "It won’t matter. Geumjae will heal and his children will take over." He said with a yawn, his eyes droopy.

Jungkook flinched, pulling his mate in close. "Yeah, baby. Of course." He whispered.

Yoongi frowned, slumping against the taller man. "He's not going to make it, is he?" He asked, arms reaching out, his son being placed back in them.

Jungkook flinched, tightening his hold. "Don't worry about that."

"Take the baby to meet him. And… I want you to name this one. Jaebum is named partially after him, so you name this son."

Jungkook nodded. "I's like him to carry my family tradition of Jung." He said softly.

"Okay. Jung...?" He quirked a brow.

Jungkook hummed. "Ji. After my mother?"

"Perfect. Jungji." He nodded. "Okay. I need to change, be cleaned and rest. Take him to meet his uncle before it's too late."

"Okay." He leaned over, kissing the other and gently taking the baby. He glanced back, his heart filling at seeing his family and the four kids surrounding his mate.

He slipped down the hall, the guards with him. He chewed his lip, stopping. "You guys do so much for us." He turned, smiling. "Want to meet Jungji, too?"

Their eyes widened before fond smiles filled their faces. "He's gorgeous, Prince Jungkook. A beautiful boy."

"Mm, strong genes. I bet he'll be a great warrior or ruler." The other said, cooing slightly. "And those eyes are so fierce. He has Prince Yoongi's eyes."

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah, he really does." He grinned, before turning. He made it into Geumjae's room, his wife's head snapping up. She gasped, walking over quickly. "He had the baby?"

"Mhm." He nodded. "He asked me to introduce them."

She gave a knowing smile and nod, sitting back down. She was a good four years older than Geumjae, nearing the end of her birthing years, but Geum had loved her regardless, even fought to be allowed to mate her.

Jungkook sat down on the edge of the bed, the pale man's eyes cracking open.

"Oh, what is this?" He chuckled, his voice so raspy, eyes so dark underneath. "Do I have a niece or nephew?"

"Another nephew." Jungkook shifted closer so he could see.

"Mmm, good. Have more sons. Lots of them." He murmured. "And a daughter. Keep going until you get a daughter." He rasped out. "Yoongi always secretly wanted a daughter." He chuckled at Jungkook's surprised face. He thought Yoongi had just been teasing him over the years. "Mmm." He nodded. "What did you name him?"

"Jungji."

"Beautiful." He nodded again. "He has cat ears. His claim is even stronger than mine." He coughed slightly, shifting to sit up and look at the baby a bit more clearly. "He'll be a good leader. But stern. I can tell by his eyes. He has our mother’s eyes. He'll be like her."

Jungkook chuckled, nodding. "Yes. He'll be stern, but fair. Strong but sweet… Just like his grandma and appa." He shifted poking Geumjae's nose, seeing him scrunch it. "And just like his uncle."

"Mm, alright. Go away before you make me emotional."

Jungkook laughed, standing up. "I'll see you soon, brother."

He shook his head. "You won't. but it's okay." His wife's eyes watered at his words. "I won't make it past a few more days and it's imperative you bond with your mate and sons right now. Please send Yoongi my love and congratulations. Tell him I said to hurry up and have his baby girl."

Jungkook's own eyes watered. Geumjae had become such an amazing big brother to him over the last few years. "Of course."

"And Jungkook…" He smiled so warmly. "I'm so happy you got lost that day. I would have hated to see my brother with Junghyun. But you? You're truly perfect for him. I think it was fate." He said softly, coughing. "I think you were meant to find him."

He smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Thank you for being my brother."

"Mmm. Go, you're making me teary." He weakly waved him off, Jungkook slipping out. He shifted his son close as he walked, sniffling and breathing in his scent that was a mixture of Yoongi and Jungkook’s for the first while after birth.

He froze when a different smell hit him. Campfire…

He slowly turned, his guards at the ready.

"Jungkook."

"Junghyun" He murmured, eyeing the man holding a box.

"I heard your mate just delivered a baby. I'm assuming that's it there?" He cocked his head to the side, stopping a few feet away.

Jungkook held his son protectively to his chest. "It is."

"Boy or girl?"

"Boy."

"Good, a second son. Is your mate too tired to receive gifts-”

"-Yes." He said, not wanting Junghyun near his omega or children.

He hummed, nodding. "I will return tomorrow morning then. I'm down in the west end, if you manage to have time to break away."

"I won’t." He turned, heading down the hall quickly.

"Don't walk so fast, dear brother. You may trip and land on your infant. That would be a shame."

Jungkook growled. He didn't know why that felt like a threat.

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Chapter Text

Kids:

Yoongi/Jungkook: Jaebum, Jungji

Namjoon/Jimin: Hyuksoo, Woosung

V2Seok: Soomin, Donghae

Warnings: Time skip

Chapter Eleven:

He slipped back into his room, Yoongi looking over, a little pale and clearly exhausted, but otherwise okay. His son was playing on the ground with his three friends, all talking nonsense words. He leaned over, Yoongi reaching out and shifting his clothes to feed their newest son.

"How was my brother?" He asked.

The other omegas and alphas went quiet. Jimin was seated next to Yoongi, Seokjin playing with the boys with Taehyung and Hoseok whilst Namjoon was studying the book he brought.

Jungkook frowned. "He's… he's nearing the end. He said to give his congratulations." He said quietly even though he wasn’t sure if he should tell him this given how stressed Yoongi had been. Yoongi's eyes watered as he nodded. "And to hurry up and have a girl."

He let out a bark of a laugh, nodding. "Of course, his last message to me would make me laugh." He shook his head in amusement.

Jimin sniffed the air frowning. "I know that scent." He said sadly. "Your brother already arrived, didn't he?"

Before Jungkook could speak Yoongi's monotone voice broke out. That particular tone always meant it was a warning and a threat that was secretly laced in his words. "Did he touch my baby?"

"No, Yoongi. I didn't let him near our son." He swore, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "He wasn't even close enough to see the ears."

He relaxed, nodding. "Good."

"Babies!" Jaebum crawled over, squealing and looking down. "Mine!"

Yoongi chuckled, Jungkook snickering. "Your brother, yes." He nodded.

"My babies!" He went to reach out, Jungkook carefully pulling him onto his lap instead, getting a little whine.

"Let him eat, baby boy. He's hungry." He kissed his cheek.

The little one wiggled down between them gently patting his brother's head, looking back at Jungkook and whispering. "Babies!"

He chuckled. "Babies." He nodded.

Jaebum squealed the infant’s ear twitching, a whine leaving the littlest of them. "Oh... Sorry, babies!"

Yoongi chuckled. "Jungji."

"Dungey." He tried, the other chuckling.

Jimin stood up, his brows furrowing as his two-year-old climbed up to examine the baby, too.

"Babies." Little Hyuksoo whispered, leaning over and sniffing. "My babies?" He asked, looking back.

Namjoon smiled. "Kind of." He said softly. "We're a pack, so all the kids are like your siblings-"

Hyuksoo furrowed his brows, looking rather confused.

"He's two, babe." Jimin snickered. "Don’t get philosophical on him yet. Yes, your babies." He nodded, seeing the other's face light up.

Hyuksoo curled up against Yoongi, watching the little one eat. "Babies." He whispered.

"Babies." Jaebum said back both reaching out to place a hand somewhere.

"I don’t think I've ever seen him so calm." Jimin murmured, referring to his child. "Look at him..."

"Mmm." Namjoon nodded. "Usually, he's jumping and screaming... Maybe we should have another baby." He said softly.

"Is that so?" Jimin looked over, nervousness in his eyes.

Namjoon blinked before snorting. "You beat me to it, didn’t you?"

"Maybe?" Yoongi chuckled at Jimin's shy response, Jungkook looking confused.

"He's pregnant." Yoongi clarified, Jungkook’s eyes wide.

"Is that why you wanted to nest so badly?" He got a nod and cooed. "Wah, congrats."

"Yeah, congratulations." Seokjin's smile was warm, but his eyes sorrowful.

Hoseok and Taehyung both frowned, leaning over to nuzzle him. "We'll try again in a few months. It’s okay."

"I don’t know if I want to try anymore." He murmured.

"That’s okay, too. You don’t have to." Taehyung said softly, brushing the other's bangs from his eyes.

"That's right. If you want to, we will gladly help. If not, we are more than happy with our two little ones." Hoseok assured, getting a sniffled nod.

They left shortly after with their fraternal twins, Jimin and Namjoon standing up and reaching for Hyuksoo.

"No!" He whined loudly, shifting closer to the baby. "My babies!"

Jimin whined slightly. "Hyuk, it's time to go home. Appa is tired and wants to nest."

He shook his head, whimpering back, a hand on the infant’s arm. "Mine!"

Jimin had turned to Namjoon for assistance, pausing when he saw the shocked face, his eyes blinking. "What's wrong?"

"He is… very attached to Jungji." He murmured, eyeing the infant. He walked over, reaching down to gently pull his son away.

Hyuksoo let out a blood curdling scream, trying to scratch at Namjoon's arm with sharp little nails, reaching out for the infant as he wailed.

"We, ah… we'll see you tomorrow." He said quietly, turning and heading off, the small boy kicking and screaming, Jimin gaping in shock at the odd reaction.

"Damn! Sorry about all that!" He frowned, Yoongi's infant starting to cry and fuss.

"It's fine. Sh-sh-shh." He gently rocked the little one seeing his ears twitch crazily, eyes dripping with tiny tears. His small face was red from the force of his cries and Yoongi frowned, looking at Jungkook in confusion.

Jungkook frowned, reaching out and taking the infant from Yoongi, little Jaebum whimpering and tearing up.

"Shh, it's okay. He's just fussing." Yoongi said softly, fixing his shirt and pulling his first born close, kissing his forehead. "Appa will help him settle with some pheromones."

Jungkook scented the small, squirming, screaming child, making soft shushing noises. He raised his pheromones, breaks in the cries. He patted the small back, managing a good burp in the process. The smaller's eyes fought to stay open, little whimpers leaving him. "Shh, it's okay, baby. Go to sleep. Don't be so stubborn. Sh~." He nuzzled the little ears, feeling the other's head flop against his chest, little even puffs leaving him. He let out a relieved, breath, shifting onto his back. "That was intense."

"Mmm. Maybe he had bad gas?"

He nodded. "Yeah, maybe. I hope he doesn’t have the sickness I had. " He gave a pout. "I used to get such awful stomach aches and pains when I was an infant. I had to have oils rubbed on my belly and my mother walked for hours with me sometimes to help calm me."

"Sure, now you tell me." Yoongi teased, his other son settled, his eyes droopy from his cry. "Mmm, you need a nap, baby?" He got a yawn and a sleepy nod. "Okay. Appa needs one, too." He kissed his forehead, Jaebum cuddling up close.

Jungkook watched his three boys as they drifted off before allowing himself to fall asleep too, a smile on his face.

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Namjoon sighed heavily, his son shoving against his chest, growling, and trying to bite, Jimin staring in such shock. "What's going on with him?" They were in their nest, Namjoon starting to worry he was going to end up accidentally bruising the small boy.

"I have a theory; I'll tell you when he tuckers himself out." He murmured.

Jimin's heart ached at seeing his strong mate trying to fight their son alone. He shifted over, brushing the smaller's hair from his face, cupping the drenched cheeks. "Hyukie, what's wrong, honey?" He frowned, the other turning to him, snot down his chin.

"Babies!" He wailed, pointing to the door.

Jimin's lips dipped even further south. "Tomorrow. You can see the babies tomorrow, honey." He promised.

Hyuksoo, hiccupped, blinking, tears still falling. "Soon?" He hiccupped out, sniffling, his fingers in his mouth.

Jimin smiled. "Soon. Tomorrow."

He stared at his father for a long moment before flopping back against Namjoon, looking utterly exhausted.

Jimin sighed in relief, getting a damp cloth to clean up his boy's face, shaking his head. "Aish, that was…"

"Intense?" Namjoon frowned, helping to lay his already asleep son down. He sighed, leaning over and kissing Jimin with as much love as he could, getting a content sigh, feeling the other melt into it.

There was a knock on the door, and they broke apart, the older frowning. "Stay with Hyukie. I'll see who it is."

He nodded, running his fingers through the other's hair, feeling the warm forehead. "Aish. You worked yourself into a little fever, silly boy." He shook his head.

Namjoon opened the door, his jaw going slack. "Junghyun?"

"Hello." He smirked, stepping through.

Namjoon's guards and Junghyun's were eyeing each other, hands on their swords. "It's alright." He murmured, his hesitantly relaxing their stances. He closed his door, Seeing Jimin cowering back in his nest.

"I'm mated with a child, you can't take-"

"I'm not here for you." Junghyun rolled his eyes. "Namjoon won you fair and square." He shrugged.

"Then why are you here?" Namjoon stepped between Jimin with his child, and Junghyun's line of sight.

"I'm here to make a… proposal, I suppose. With you, Namjoon." He smirked, the other faltering.

"What kind of proposal?"

Jimin gasped. "It's true. You want your third to marry our first born?"

"You can marry him off to your second or third, I don't care." Junghyun shrugged. "Just as long as it has the same mind as Namjoon." He smirked.

Namjoon stared for a moment before blinking. "Oh! You're serious?!" He startled back, the other glaring. "Oh, in that case, hell no." He shook his head.

"Your son would be married to a possible King-"

Namjoon chuckled. "Oh, he will be, but it won't be yours." He shrugged.

Jimin furrowed his brows. Did… did Namjoon already offer their son up?! “You bastard!"

His eyes bugged. "No! no! I'll explain in a bit-"

"You're going to send him away?!" Jimin held so much pain and hurt in his eyes.

"Wah! Baby, no!" Namjoon shook his head. "I won’t have to-"

"Why are you planning his wedding already?! Do you want the child gone?! Do you not want a family with me?!" He hiccupped, eyes welling and their toddler stirring.

"No, no!" He rushed over, climbing into the nest as Junghyun huffed in irritation. "Baby, he's like me!" He said softly, cupping the other's cheek. He got a look of confusion and went to wipe the tears away. His mate shifted back, glaring with such distrust. He sighed. "His reaction." He said firmly, getting furrowed brows.

"What about it?"

"I… I could be wrong, but I think he imprinted."

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me." Junghyun growled out. "That's a bullshit excuse-"

"Shut up or leave." Namjoon grumbled, eyes on his mate and a hand on his son's head.

Jimin's eyes had widened. "You think he imprinted?"

"Why else would he have reacted so strongly? He's seen babies before. Remember Eunjae's boy? He barely bat an eye at her. But Jungji? And he always listened to Yoons ever since he got pregnant."

Jimin let out a small gasp. "Oh… oh dear."

"Mhm." He leaned over, kissing his mate's forehead. "I'm not trying to send him away or marry him off, baby. You know I believe that should be his choice, and his choice alone." He said firmly, getting a nervous nod.

Junghyun growled. "Well, I suggest you debate on another child." He hissed.

Jimin glared at him. "I will never let my babies breed with your children, for fear their child would turn out like you. Or worse, you'd taint my child."

He scoffed. "Whatever. Send word when you pop another kid out." He turned, heading off, Jimin scowling angrily, a hand on his stomach the second the door closed. "He's not knowing about the baby." He hissed.

Namjoon gently ran his fingers through dark strands. "No, he's not going to know. It will be fine."

Jimin sighed, leaning into the touch. "Good."

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A year went by.

Jimin had his second son, Woosung, this one rather quiet and almost shy. It was sweet. He was sweet.

Yoongi decided he was plenty happy with two and Seokjin…

Yoongi chuckled as his first born pressed his ear against the round belly. "How much longer?" He poked it, Seokjin chuckling.

"Three months." He said softly, patting the smaller's hair.

"I like babies." He giggled, hopping about.

Yoongi laughed. "We know. Every time a baby is born you have to go see it." He said softly, getting a snicker from his son.

They were outside in the grass under a fruit tree, Yoongi holding his one-year-old. He saw two adults, and two children on the way and chuckled, feeling his son start to kick and squirm. He put him down, watching as he crawled excitedly.

"Jungji!" Hyuksoo squealed, rushing over and flopping down, his arms out. The smaller sat, bouncing and giggling away as he was hugged.

Jimin hummed sitting next to Yoongi and sighing. "How's business going? I'm surprised to see you outside."

He sighed, nodding. "Running a kingdom is exhausting." He muttered. "I barely have time for me between that and my kids. And Jungkook has been gone for three damned months." He frowned, his eyes threatening to water. "I miss him."

"I know." He frowned, reaching out to run his hand through soft locks. "But he's helping protect us. He's done such great work, him and Namjoon."

Hoseok sat as well, having walked over with Jimin. It wasn't long after that that Taehyung and the twins came as well, all the kids rushing to play with Taehyung as the others stayed under the tree.

"I know. I know they're doing amazing things." He whispered. "I just wish he could do it from home."

"Me too." Jimin nodded. "I hate that Namjoon is gone so long." He sighed heavily, cuddling up against his best friend, an arm around his back. "I'm just glad they don’t mind us nesting and…"

"Helping with heats like we used to?" Yoongi raised an amused brow, getting a blush.

"Well, I mean, it's a little more than we used to."

He hummed, Hoseok and Seokjin snickering. "That's true."

"I remember how hard you cried after the first heat when I ended up having to sleep with you." Jimin teased, getting an eye roll. "Jungkook knew it was going to be a bad one but had to leave. He gave us permission to fuck before he left, but Yoongi was still scared he would be mad."

"Mmm." He nodded, shrugging, watching his kids. Sometimes he wished he could look in two goddamn directions! Why couldn't they play together?

"But…" Jimin smirked, leaning over to nip the other's jaw, watching the older's eyes flutter. "Now you actively seek me out even outside of a heat if he's been away too long."

"I have needs." He turned his head, seeing the other chewing his lip. "Are you hinting about your own? You're awfully affectionate." He leaned in, their lips meeting, a sigh leaving the smaller.

"I might be. It's been two weeks and my stress is so high I just… I need to ride something." He smirked, Yoongi humming, his pupils dilating.

"Need to, huh?"

"Yes. It's a deep ache and I can't keep holding it off." He leaned over, his lips finding Yoongi's neck.

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Chapter Text

Kids:

Yoongi/Jungkook: Jaebum, Jungji

Namjoon/Jimin: Hyuksoo, Woosung

V2Seok: Soomin, Donghae

Chapter Twelve:

"Now you actively seek me out even outside of a heat if he's been away too long."

"I have needs." He turned his head, seeing the other chewing his lip. "Are you hinting about your own? You're awfully affectionate." He leaned in, their lips meeting, a sigh leaving the smaller.

"I might be. It's been two weeks and my stress is so high I just… I need to ride something." He smirked, Yoongi humming, his pupils dilating.

"Need to, huh?"

"Yes. It's a deep ache and I can't keep holding it off." He leaned over, his lips finding Yoongi's neck.

Seokjin raised an amused brow, looking at his own husband who was blushing a deep red. "I don't understand why you four don't just pack together. We all know Namjoon and Jungkook have even shared each other’s company on long voyages."

"Mm. My mate is very good with his mouth." Jimin hummed, licking a stripe up Yoongi's neck.

"And mine can use all the practice he can get."

Jimin let out a choked laugh, half flopping against the other omega. "Oh my god! This is why I love you! You're so brutal!"

Yoongi shrugged. "He has many, many talents. Oral isn't one of them." He snickered, grinning cheekily.

"I'm telling him you said that!" Jimin howled.

Yoongi chuckled. "I tell him all the time. Every time he tries to blow me, I ask if he's going to do a good job or choke and slobber."

"Oh my god!" Seokjin laughed, covering his mouth.

"Why are you laughing?! You're no better!" Hoseok teased, the other's laugh stopping, a glare being sent his way. "I mean, I love you?" He gave a nervous sheepish smile.

"Uh huh…" He muttered. "Remember that outburst the next time I'm sore and you beg me for a blowjob and Tae is out."

He pouted, whining and nuzzling the Omega, a hand on the puffed-out stomach.

Yoongi sighed. "Besides…" He murmured, running his fingers through Jimin's hair. "We've discussed us being a pack and…" He frowned. "We can't." He stated, the other two looking at the sad omegas. "We all fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces. But Hyuksoo imprinted on Jungji. We can't." He shook his head. "We can't make access that easy for them. Once they turn twelve and their curiosity starts spiking… it could be very bad. And if we get used to our relationship and break apart when they start getting too friendly…" Yoongi's lips tugged down.

"All of us will suffer from being separated." Jimin stated.

Hoseok and Seokjin frowned. "Yeah, that's true."

It went quiet, Hoseok heading out to switch off with Taehyung who flopped down, his head on Seokjin's lap, sweat on his forehead. "Kids are exhausting!" He grinned so toothily, clearly not minding.

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That night Yoongi and Jimin tucked the kids into bed, drawing the curtain around the younger omegas. Tonight, they would share a bed in Jimin's room since he was a bit needier. They curled up close under the furs, but it didn't last long before soft lips pressed to Yoongi’s throat, trailing along the expanse.

Yoongi hummed, his eyes fluttering, a hand landing in soft locks as the younger shifted onto his lap, straddling him.

Yoongi relaxed into the bedding, feeling the younger’s slick smear along his skin as the other ground along him, tonguing at his neck, panting in his ear, waiting for permission.

Yoongi liked making Jimin whine needily for a while first. He reached down, giving the ample rear a pat. "Okay. Try not to wake them up this time.” He murmured, Jimin groaning.

"No promises." He shifted back, feeling Yoongi slip into him, a little groan leaving his throat.

Yoongi's breath caught and he arched, the wet heat surrounding him, he held onto talented hips, a little puff of breath leaving him as Jimin rocked and rolled. "You're really wet today." He murmured, his eyes losing focus for a second when the smaller male clenched around him, moaning softly at the comment.

"Fuck I love coming home to this."

They both gasped, heads shooting to the side, Namjoon and Jungkook both grinning. "I'll bring the kids to Seokjin's. Keep rocking baby." Namjoon leaned over kissing his blushing mate's cheek. "Don't fuck them until I get back." He gave a stern look to Jungkook who pouted.

"Maybe I'll just help you bring the kids. It will go faster that way."

"Good idea."

Yoongi quirked a brow, the curtain falling. Jimin waited, still seated on the other's lap until the door closed, the sleepy kids gone.

"Finally." He raised up, dropping quickly, a grunt leaving the older. Yoongi moaned at the back of his throat, holding the other's hips. He loved watching Jimin ride people. Fuck he loved it. It was even better when it was him. His toes curled, his orgasm just around the corner, Jimin's voice picking up as he rocked faster.

The bed dipped on either end, two alphas crawling on, their hands seemingly everywhere.

Yoongi gasped, fingers on his thigh and pinching his nipple. He knew whose was whose. Jungkook was a thigh man, and it came as no surprise when he received a light whack, making his head spin.

Namjoon's mouth found his mate's chest, his other hand gripping the wet cock, pulling a needy whine from his omega.

"No~!" He shook his head, his orgasm fast approaching.

"It's okay, Jiminie. If you cum, your alpha gets to fuck you." Jungkook kissed the other's cheek, getting a gasp and shiver.

Yoongi couldn't help the rush that went through him, a choked moan leaving his throat as he came, Jimin still rocking on his sensitive shaft. His head pushed back into the pillow, but he stayed silent, save for his pants, letting Jimin bounce as long as he needed. His legs shifted from the over stimulation, his own alpha groaning and licking his lips as he watched, molding the pale thigh high enough up his leg he could feel his mate's slick.

Jimin cried out when Namjoon finally lessoned his tight grip, allowing the smallest to cum, catching him as he half collapsed.

It took no time at all for Namjoon and Jungkook to crawl between their mates legs, both pushing in deep, loud needy whines and pleasured grunts filling the room as they competed to see which alpha could make their omega be louder.

It was always Jimin, but every so often Yoongi would let out a particularly loud grunt that made the game worth it.

When they finished, they always cleaned up a bit tiredly before curling in tight. Two omegas in the middle, the alphas on the outsides, protecting them.

It was perfect.

"I need to leave in three days." Namjoon said suddenly, the others’ heads snapping to him. Jimin whined, hitting his arm.

"No! Stay!"

"They need Yoongi and me to travel down south to make a treaty with a new country."

Jimin whined loudly. "Can't it wait? I can feel my heat around the corner."

"No, sadly. It was pushed back because of the extended stay we did. They won't wait any longer." Namjoon warned.

"I'm going to hit a heat when you're on the road with Yoongi." He warned, Jungkook rubbing his mate's back, kissing his shoulder.

"Joon and I already discussed that possibility." Jungkook whispered, hearing his mate's breath hitch.

"Oh?"

"If you're okay with it, and Yoongi is, I gave permission for Jungkook to assist you through the heat and knot you." Namjoon assured.

"What about me?" Yoongi quirked a brow.

"Oh, baby, we would never do anything without your consent too-"

He rolled his eyes. "I don't care if you fuck a knot into Jimin. I trust you both." He scoffed, brushing that concern right off. "Jimin and I are synced. If he's going into a heat-"

"Then provided Jimin is okay with it, Jungkook and I already discussed the possibility of me knotting you." Namjoon shrugged.

Jimin blushed, smiling. "Heh. We're going to both end up pregnant."

"Ugh! Don't jinx it! We have four kids collectively already! We don't need six!" Yoongi whined, getting a laugh from the others.

Jungkook sighed, hugging his mate tight. "I love how open we all are with each other."

"We're a pack. It's normal for pack alphas to switch among the omegas and have multiple children." Namjoon shrugged. "What's odd is this monogamous life they have been trying to force on us all because of human societies and their norms not believing it's right."

"Mmm." Yoongi nodded, Jungkook snickering.

"Okay. I'm glad we are all in agreement. Monogamy is stupid. Let's just…" He stopped, his head ducking down. "Right. We already discussed this." They couldn’t pack together because of Jungji and Hyuksoo.

Namjoon looked at Yoongi and back at their youngest lover, seeing him pout and curl up behind his omega.

Yoongi sighed, knowing what Namjoon was silently trying to say. So, he took the initiative and asked the group the question they’d all put off for so long. "We may have to break apart when the boys turn eleven. Are you prepared to love Jimin and Namjoon and their kids?"

Jungkook’s breath caught and he hugged the other tighter. "Can't the kids just stay in the next room?"

"What about their son and our son being imprinted and without supervision in a different room?" Yoongi quirked a brow.

Jungkook gave a shrug. "You know just as well as I do that if they really want to fuck, they'll find each other. I still think your pheromones reached out and found me." He teased.

Yoongi groaned. "You've been listening to my appa too much. He and his stories." He rolled his eyes.

"Hey!" He pouted. "He told me how when you met me as just a boy you wouldn't leave my side. That's exactly like our boys." He said firmly, nodding at Namjoon and Jimin.

Yoongi pouted but gave a nod. "Yeah, alright."

"So…" Jimin's eyes lit up. "Are we…" He looked between them. "Are we really doing this?!"

Yoongi chuckled, Namjoon leaning over to share a gentle kiss with Jungkook, the two alphas both humming.

"The deal is sealed." Jungkook teased, leaning down to kiss Jimin sweetly before his own mate. Yoongi kissed Jimin before puckering and waiting, Namjoon laughing and leaning down, the kiss softening.

"Mmm! I'm so happy!" Jimin half squealed before freezing. "Oh, and nauseous. Oh, I'm gonna puke, move! Move!" He steam rolled over Namjoon, making it to their washroom just in time, the other's flinching.

Yoongi sighed. "I'll check on him."

Jungkook watched them leave, him and Namjoon exchanging glances. "Jimin never pukes." He mumbled.

"Unless he's pregnant." Namjoon said quietly.

"Yoongi doesn't smell like a heat." He stated. "And they had one about a month and a half ago."

"Jimin is definitely at the start of an unscheduled heat which is common with pregnancies…"

"Namjoon…" Jungkook looked at him with wide eyes, his heart hammering. "Can Omegas impregnate other omegas?"

He swallowed thickly. "It's… rare." He murmured. "But it does happen if the omega is large enough and does it right."

Jungkook shifted, sitting up. "In a letter he said that he had tried a new position with Jimin last time because he wouldn't stop whining, so he bent him up and held his ass off the bed for a good twenty minutes because Jimin kept fussing about the sperm leaking out."

Namjoon's eyes went wide. "That… that could do it."

"Yoongi got Jimin pregnant." Jungkook wheezed slightly, his eyes huge.

"Excuse me?" Yoongi opened the curtain, his eyes bugged. "I did what, now?"

The alphas exchanged looks. "We think you got him pregnant." Namjoon clarified.

A mewl left Yoongi's throat. "I… I impregnated Jimin?" He got hesitant nods. He sat down, suddenly feeling heavy. "That explains why he's so damned affectionate with me… and why I kept wanting to nest with him, too…" He said, sighing heavily.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook reached out, rubbing the other's back.

Yoongi frowned. "No. I'm pissed. I have to leave during one of the most crucial bonding stages." He growled out. "Jimin and I aren't mated. This is important-"

"I'll see what I can so." Namjoon said softly, Yoongi relaxing.

"Okay. I'm going to bring him water." He got up, walking away.

Jungkook preened, shaking excitedly. "Oh my god! Two omegas is the cutest! I can just see Yoongi fawning over Jimin's belly and whispering to the baby!"

Namjoon cooed, nodding. "I can too! Oh, this is going to be precious!"

It was only a moment later that Jimin came and face planted on the bed, groaning, Yoongi next to him and their alphas on the outsides.

"Ugh, I get pregnant too easily." Jimin muttered into the blankets.

Yoongi's eyes widened as he looked at the others. He… he didn't say anything…

"How do you know you're pregnant, Jiminie?" Jungkook asked, eyeing him.

"Mmm. An omega knows." He muttered. "I've known for a good month. I didn't think the last heat took though." He looked at Namjoon, the other letting out a nervous laugh.

"It didn't." Yoongi said carefully.

Jimin turned his head, furrowing his brows. "Then how-"

They all saw his eyes slowly widen. It was almost comical. He sat up, looking down at Yoongi who was smiling proudly. "You… oh…" He blinked before nodding. "Okay." He laid down, his head on Yoongi's shoulder as he curled up. "Explains why I've been so kissy with you."

"And touchy." Yoongi ran his fingers up and down the other's spine, feeling him shiver.

"And horny." Jimin mumbled, looking up and pouting.

"Are you horny now?" Yoongi quirked a brow, hearing both the alphas let out excited breaths.

"A little."

"Mm, okay." He rolled, the smaller giggling happily, Jungkook beaming and Namjoon chuckling.

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Chapter Text

Kids:

Yoongi/Jungkook: Jaebum, Jungji

Namjoon/Jimin: Hyuksoo, Woosung

V2Seok: Soomin, Donghae, Jisoo

Yoongi/Jimin: Hobin

Yoongi/Namjoon: Arahae

Chapter Thirteen:

Two months. They were granted two months to stay and nest, but after that Yoongi and Namjoon had to leave,

Yoongi and Jimin bonded even more than they already were, small touches, sweet kisses, even feeding each other. The alphas practically ran in circles at the cuteness of it all, whining and nudging the other two so happily.

Their little kids were thrilled because they got to all nest together, all four of them in their own little nest Yoongi and Jimin made for them.

It was kind of extremely cute. Hyuksoo was insistent on sleeping near Jungji. He stayed up a bit later to wait for the little one to sleep, always making sure he was safe and warm. If Jungji woke up, Hyuksoo was up with him, whining and trying to sooth the fussy toddler back to sleep.

It was sweet.

Yoongi and Namjoon sighed as they stood next to a carriage, Jimin's eyes watery, Jungkook with an arm around the pregnant omega.

"Please look after him." Namjoon said softly, Jungkook nodding vigorously. "And you can fuck him as much as he needs."

"I know. I will." He promised, eyes locking on his mate. "Hey, Jimin will be fine."

Yoongi hadn't taken his eyes off the slight bump. He swallowed thickly, reaching out and placing his hand there. "I don't want to leave you guys." He said quietly.

"We'll be fine." Jimin assured, leaning over and sharing a sweet kiss.

Yoongi huffed, turning to Jungkook, the two embracing tightly.

"Don't be stubborn." Jungkook said softly. "If you need a lay-"

"I know." Yoongi mumbled.

"I already warned him you might be aggressive, so he'll have to fight you into submission." He knew once in a while Yoongi enjoyed a good fight, and he knew the other was stressed and tense and was most likely in that situation currently.

He nodded. "Okay."

"I'll see you in two weeks, baby." Jungkook kissed his cheek.

"Yeah, two weeks." He nodded, Namjoon pulling away from Jimin, kissing his forehead. He leaned over, him and Jungkook sharing a heated lip lock, both pulling back with pouts.

"If Jin has the baby before I'm back, I'm screaming bloody murder." Yoongi muttered.

They snickered, absolutely believing him.

They headed off, Namjoon wrapping an arm around the whining omega. It was hard for him to leave his family… but Yoongi? Yoongi was an omega. All he really was, at a fundamental point, was his family. It must have been excruciating to leave his pregnant omega, his alpha and the four children.

It was the first time he really saw Yoongi cry. All he could do was hold the other tight as he sobbed, hiccups leaving him as he chanted about wanting to go home. It broke his heart.

But it was only two weeks; they could do this.

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Thankfully it was ten days.

None of them were called away for a while after that. Yoongi got to see Seokjin's second daughter being born and cooed so happily at her.

Jimin got bigger and bigger and finally it was time for the baby to be born. He stayed at his side, holding his hand and whispering in his ear about how it would all be okay.

He had to be careful though because he himself was a few months along.

The stress on the trip had sent him into a full-blown heat, Namjoon knotting him in a goddamn carriage. He had not expected it to take! But it had.

"One more push!" The midwife called, Jimin grunting, a bit of a pained yell leaving him as he did.

Yoongi wiped the sweat, kissing his forehead when a cry filled the room. "Wah, you did it, baby. You did so good." He cooed, nuzzling Jimin as he hiccupped with relief, his arms tiredly raising up to accept his little boy.

Yoongi smiled, so warmly as he looked down. It was a different feeling seeing the son he didn't carry. But it didn't matter. He loved him just as much as the other four boys.

God, he had five kids. A sixth on the way. He only wanted one! He chuckled, shifting to curl in close and pet his little one's head.

He was happy with six. He loved all of them.

The months continued to stretch just fine, the four men with their five boys. And finally, it was Yoongi's turn. He warned them that after this, he refused to have any more children, dammit! Well, he screamed it as he pushed, a new born's cry filling the room.

He heard gasps and stiffened. "What?" He sat up, panic rising. Jungkook looked at him, his eyes watering.

"This is the last one hyung, I swear." He promised, Namjoon letting out a croak as he reached out accepting the baby.

"What's wrong with my baby, dammit?!" He barked, eyes watering as fear filled him.

"Nothing. Nothing." Namjoon shook his head walking over and carefully sitting. "Hyung… it's a girl."

Yoongi felt the breath leave him, his eyes going so wide. "It's a girl?" He looked around, getting nods. He felt the tears flow, sobs leaving him as he eagerly reached out, his daughter being placed in his hands. "I have a girl?!" He hugged her, both alphas rubbing his back, Jimin laughing and sniffling. "A girl! I have my girl!"

"We have a girl!" Jimin grinned, cheering, Yoongi laughing through his cries.

"Took enough babies!" Seokjin huffed.

The others laughed, Namjoon rushing out to tell the other alphas and kids the news, cheers from the hallway being heard.

Everyone knew Yoongi wanted a daughter. It was truly a moment to celebrate.

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Yoongi sighed as he stared at the two boys, his arms crossed. "What happened?"

They looked at each other before their heads tilted down in shame. "Nothing, appa." They both called.

"Mmm." The door opened, Jungkook, Jimin and Namjoon slipping in with their younger ones.

"Oh…what's going on?" Namjoon put his little girl down. She rushed over, hugging Yoongi's leg and giggling up at him.

He smiled at the seven-year-old. "Hey baby. Did you have fun with your brothers?"

"Yeah! We saw the horsies!"

He chuckled. "Good." He turned back to the other two.

"Babe?" Jungkook walked over, kissing his cheek. "What happened?"

"It's starting." He muttered. He got furrowed brows from the other three men.

“I…" Hyuk let out a shaky breath. "I hit Ryeomin."

Their brows shot up. "The farm boy?" Namjoon gaped. "Why?!"

"He said Jungji was pretty! He's not allowed to say that!"

"And then Jungji retaliated when Ryeomin shoved him back by throwing a fucking rock at his head.” Yoongi bit out.

"Jungji!" Jungkook gasped. "You hit someone with a rock?!"

"He pushed Hyuksoo!" He whined, stomping his foot.

"I don't give a crap!" He flailed slightly, frowning so heavily. "Jungji that's not okay!"

He hiccupped. "I was scared!"

Hyuksoo whined at the other's distress, pulling him into a hug.

Namjoon sighed heavily, rolling his shoulders back. "I think you're right. It might be time for the talk." He murmured, walking over and sitting in the nest. "Why don't Yoongi and Jimin take the kids to eat. Jungkook and I will talk with Hyuksoo. Alpha to alpha." He said softly.

The two omegas nodded, leading their sons and daughter out.

"How do you know I'm an alpha?" Hyuksoo asked, crawling up next to his appas.

He smiled. "Because I do. Just like I know all of your statuses. Except Ara… she's harder to figure out…" He murmured. "She might be a beta."

He frowned but nodded. "I'm sorry I pushed him. I don't know why I got so mad." He admitted.

"Hyuksoo, you're twelve now." He said softly, getting a nod. "And... And you're going to start feeling very strong feelings towards Jungji. Feelings like I have with your appas."

His cheeks went dark. "I think I already do." He whispered, blushing so deeply.

They exchanged looks. "Like how, baby?" Jungkook asked softly.

"I..." His cheeks went dark. "I don’t understand it but... When I sleep beside him and he pushes close I...” He trailed off, looking down and pouting.

"Ah, I see." Namjoon nodded. "There’s no need to be ashamed. It's normal." He assured. "But it might be best for... For you to share a room with Jaebum. You're both old enough now to have your own room, so long as you behave." He said, eyeing him.

He nodded, chewing his lip. "Can I have sleepovers in my room?"

Jungkook wheezed slightly. "Not with Jungji, no. Not until he's at least sixteen." He saw him pout so deeply. "But with your other siblings, sure. But again, you have to behave. It’s not a chance to be silly. We will be checking on you at random times."

He nodded. "So... Because I get..." He looked down again, blushing. "Jaebum and I have to share a room away from Jungji?"

"Correct." Namjoon nodded, seeing the big sigh.

"Okay." He nodded. "I understand."

"Good boy." Namjoon ruffled his hair.

"Can Donghae join us?"

They cleared their throats. "No honey, Donghae is going to be an omega. He has to room with the other omegas."

"Oh... Okay." He frowned. "But you room with omegas."

"And we ended up with six kids. Do you want a baby at thirteen?" He quirked a brow, getting a vigorous head shake. "Then no rooming with omegas.

"Okay." He nodded his understanding.

They sent him off to play, the two older ones sighing.

"Hey, we got a couple kids out of the damned room." Namjoon murmured. "Soon we won’t have to sneak around to fuck."

"Mmm. Ara can room with Jisoo and Soomin in a year. You know how much she adores them." Jungkook suggested Jin's two daughters, getting a nod. "Mm. When should we start moving kids out?"

"Start with the older two. Donghae and Jungji can probably move into their own room in a month. Maybe the room on our right. That door squeaks so we can hear if anyone sneaks in or out." Namjoon suggested, getting a nod and a hum.

"Yeah, and Jae and Hyuk on the left of us.”

"Mm." Namjoon nodded, eyeing Jungkook.

"What?" He furrowed his brows.

"Do you feel fulfilled?"

He blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Well... Yoongi birthed three kids and had a fourth with Jimin." He stated, getting a nod. "Jimin birthed three kids, I have 3 kids... But you have two." He pointed out.

Jungkook's confusion ebbed away and a fond smile broke out. "What are you talking about?" He nudged him. "I have six kids."

Namjoon chuckled. "I just meant... Jimin's thrown around the idea of another baby-"

He wheezed. "Oh god not another one."

He laughed, nodding. "He loves having babies and the youngest is seven."

"Can he even have any more kids?!"

Namjoon gasped. "I'm telling him you said that."

He whined. "No! He'll beat me with the broom!"

"You implied he's old! Oh, he's gonna have a fit! He's in his thirties!"

"Barely- why are you laughing?" Jungkook laughed with the older.

"He's thirty four, you asshole!"

"That's it?" He blinked.

"He's two years older than you! That's all!"

"Oh... Okay." He shrugged. "So, I guess his baby maker still works for a little while more." He murmured.

Namjoon hummed. "Promise you'll think about it."

"You don’t want one with him?" Jungkook furrowed his brows.

Namjoon shrugged. "I have two with Jimin and one with Yoongi... You have two with Yoongi... Why not one with Jimin?"

"We just figured out how to get the kids out." He murmured, sighing.

"Yes, and most of them are old enough to take turns babysitting..." He pointed out.

Jungkook's head snapped up. "Oh... Oh that's right." A mischievous grin crossed his face. "Okay... His next heat I’ll knot him." He shrugged. "But don’t tell him. I want to surprise him." He grinned. “You know that will just make his day.”

"We should warn Yoongi."

"Well, duh. He's gonna kill me if I just spring a baby on him." He murmured, getting a laugh. "I can hear him already 'I’m-"

"-Too old for this shit."

They said in unison before laughing.

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"Ugh! Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to have another baby?" Yoongi grumbled, shifting a wailing infant. "Shush, you're fine."

Jimin snickered, reaching out. "Sorry, I had to pee so badly!" He took the little girl, nuzzling her sweetly. "But it’s okay now, yes!" He bounced his one year old girl, getting sniffles.

Yoongi hummed. "You're lucky she's adorable and a girl."

Jimin snickered. "I really don’t think I could have handled another boy."

"Mm. Agreed." Yoongi nodded.

"Well, at least we only have one baby in the room now." He said with a happy sigh.

"Yeah. But I had to reprimand Hyuksoo and Jungji. They discovered it's harder to hear the hinge when the baby cries." Yoongi muttered darkly.

Jimin's eyes widened. "Well... That’s not good."

"No, it's really not."

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OKAY! Here are the summaries for you to choose between! They are all Yoonkook stories again and I hope you’ll be happy with whichever one wins! They’re all a little angsty this time around! So fair warning!

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1.(Because You're) Worth It

Min Yoongi waited a long time to meet his match. He waited for years after the desired age, just assuming no one would ever want him. He was a strange omega. One who liked to take care of people. One who was more in charge. Then finally, finally a young alpha, shy and kind is matched with him.

Bunny hybrid Jeon Jungkook was two years younger than the desired mating age. Only nineteen. So young. So nervous. But he needed to put his name in the pool. His eomma couldn’t financially support him anymore after the death of his father. Everyone said he needed an older omega to care for him because he was still too scared and dependent on others, especially after being taught to be ashamed of his tail. Would his soulmate report him to the authorities and have him taken away for having the appendage? He was terrified to put his name in the dating pool, what with being so young and a hybrid… but could it all turn out to be worth it?

Pairings: Yoongi/Jungkook, Namjoon/Taehyung

Statuses: Alpha – Jungkook, Namjoon, Junghyun, Seokjin – Omega – Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok

Words: 74k – Pages: 157 – Chapters 26

Alpha/Beta/Omega, Alpha/Omega, Omegaverse, Hybrids, Explicit Language, First Time, Slow burn?, Slice of Life, Anxiety, Agoraphobia, Age Difference, Sexual situations, Scenting, Nesting, Cuddling, Praise kink, Self-lubrication, Frottage, Dry humping, Hand job, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Rimming, Rim job, Smut, Lust, Kissing, Praise kink, Alternate Universe, Alternate universe - bangtan boys, BTS a/b/o, Explicit sexual content, Sexual content

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2.I Know You Want Me Too

Jungkook falls for his young Omega Stepdad, Yoongi. Yoongi is caught between his fiancé and his future son who he knows could make him happier than he's ever been, if he would just accept him and break away from the abusive alpha that is Jungkook's father.

Pairings: Jungkook/Yoongi, OC/Yoongi, Jungkook/Jimin, Taehyung/Jimin

Statuses: Alphas: Jungkook, Taehyung, Seokjin, -- Beta: Namjoon –  Omegas: Yoongi, Jimin, Hoseok

Words: 86k – Pages: 221 – Chapters 29

Alpha/beta/omega, Alpha/Omega, Omegaverse, Explicit Language, Knotting, Rut sex, Heats, Rutting, Self-lubrication, Triggers, First Time, Infidelity, Non-con elements, Vomiting, Abusive relationship, Painful Presentation, Jealousy, Drug use, Violence, Forced claim bite, Nesting, Panic Attack, Smut, Lust, Kissing, Praise kink, Scenting, Alternate Universe, Alternate universe - bangtan boys, BTS a/b/o, Shameless smut, Explicit sexual content, Sexual content

(My Crush’s baby will also be posted)

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3.Swearsies

They swore if they were still single when Yoongi was thirty and Jungkook was twenty-six, that they would get married...

Of course, Jungkook made Yoongi promise this when he was ten and the other was fourteen… But that wasn't the point.

The point was that Jungkook waited sixteen years for this day.

Jungkook smirked from over top of his cake as his friends sang. His eyes locked on his very confused hyung.

It was time to cash in on that promise.

Pairings: Jungkook/Yoongi

Alphas – Hoseok –  Omegas Yoongi

Words: 19k – Pages: 45 – Chapters 8

When posted, this story will contain:

Alpha/Beta/Omega, Alpha/Omega, Omegaverse, Childhood Friends, Childhood Crush, Crushes, Promises, Falling in Love, Unrequited love, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Heartbreak, Heartache, Explicit language, Alternate universe, Alternate universe - bangtan boys, BTS a/b/o, First Kiss, Kissing, Self-Lubrication, Oral Sex, Blow jobs, Anal fingering, Prostate massage, Anal sex, First time, Smut, Explicit sexual content, Sexual content, Knotting, Rutting, Rut Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat

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4.Written for You

Jimin had always loved reading fanfiction. As he grew older, he began dabbling in writing and soon discovered erotic fanfiction. His best friend, Yoongi, thought it was strange to be so obsessed, but what did he know? He wasn't sure when the transition to the A/B/O world started. He lived, breathed and consumed himself into the world of Alphas, Betas and Omegas. His love bordering on obsession.

He wrote his own original stories. Oh, how he longed to be in the arms of a big strong alpha that could take care of him. Specifically Jungkook, the man he created. He would give anything to be a character in his story.

Until one day he wakes up and that's exactly what he is. He is suddenly dragged down into the fictional world of A/B/O and into the nest of none other than Jungkook himself. But writing his sweet fantasy and living in it prove to be two very different things.

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Pairings: Jungkook/Jimin, Jimin/Yoongi

Statuses: Alpha - Jungkook, Omega - Jimin

Words: 12k – Pages: 27 - Chapters 5

Alpha/Beta/Omega, Alpha/Omega, Omegaverse, Explicit Language, First time, Mating cycles/In heat, Dubious consent, Rape, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Self-lubrication, Explicit sexual content, Sexual Content, Knotting, Rut sex, Alphas are in charge, Omegas are property, Pining, Smut, Alternate Universe, Alternate universe - bangtan boys, BTS a/b/o, Depression, Implied Suicide, Dead Dove

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Chapter Text

Kids:

Yoongi/Jungkook: Jaebum, Jungji

Namjoon/Jimin: Hyuksoo, Woosung

V2Seok: Soomin, Donghae, Jisoo

Yoongi/Jimin: Hobin

Yoongi/Namjoon: Arahae

Jungkook/Jimin: Sooyoung

Chapter Fourteen:

Yoongi let out a shaky breath as Jungkook double checked everything. "Okay. We're ready." He turned, hugging his mate.

"I can’t believe Jaebum is old enough to go on the missions with you." Yoongi sighed out.

"I can't believe he ended up so great with war tactics." Jungkook murmured.

"He's a prodigy like his appa." Yoongi kissed him sweetly.

"Are you sure you don’t want to go, Hyuk?" Jungkook asked, the second oldest shaking his head.

"I ah, I’m gonna hang with the others." He murmured, looking at the back of the stables.

"Stay where I can see you." Yoongi narrowed his eyes, getting a groan. He knew exactly who Hyuk wanted to hang out with.

"You know it’s an excuse to try and be alone with Jungji, right?" Jae whispered.

"Mm." Yoongi nodded, keeping his eye on the two.

"Have you been making sure he doesn’t leave the room?" Jungkook asked firmly, climbing up onto a horse.

"Yes, appa. I promise. I made Donghae swear not to let Hyuk into the room whilst I’m gone, too."

"Good. Thank you." Yoongi nodded before frowning. "My little man is all grown up." He said, referring to his eldest son, Jaebum.

"Ugh! I’m seventeen!" He kicked the side gently, the horse going off in a gallop.

Jungkook smiled at his mate. "I promise I’ll watch out for him."

"I know you will." He patted the other's thigh. "Be safe, send ravens."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you." He watched his mate catch up to their son and huffed, turning- "Fuck, where did they sneak off to?!" He hissed. "I’m too old for this shit." He thumped through the barn, pausing.

"Well, they're wrong." Hyuksoo said so sweetly, reaching out to play with the small cat ears. "I think it makes you special." He was standing before the smaller boy. "I love you the way you are. I’m glad no one cut them off."

Jungji sniffled. "Yeah, I guess." He whispered. "I just... I don't know."

"Hey..." He slid his hand down to a soft cheek, turning his head. "What did I say about tears?"

"Not to shed them unless I'm happy." He mumbled.

Yoongi watched, his heart skipping a beat as Jimin and Namjoon’s boy leaned over, gently kissing Jungji's cheek, the peck lingering. He saw him move, his nose and forehead sliding closer to center and Yoongi shifted his foot so they would hear him.

They sprung apart, looking up, Jungji's cheeks so red. "Time to head in. You should wash up, dinner is soon."

"Yes appa." They both stood, heading back.

"Jungji, walk with me." He called softly, watching his ears twitch nervously.

"Am I in trouble?"

He shook his head. "I just want to talk."

"Okay."

It was quiet for a long moment before Yoongi spoke. "How far have you two gone?" He asked softly, showing he wasn’t angry.

Jungji blushed. "He kisses my cheek but... But we've never actually kissed before." He admitted, his face rosy from embarrassment.

Yoongi nodded. "Okay. Please refrain from sex until you're ready to have a child." He warned.

Jungji nodded. "Yeah, it's just hard. He smells so good."

Yoongi paused, his son furrowing his brows. "What do you mean?"

"Huh? He smells good-"

"-Smells like what?" He asked a bit firmly.

"P-peppered beef. It's really yummy-"

Yoongi groaned. "Fuck. He's nearing his presentation."

Jungji mewled, Yoongi narrowing his eyes.

"Wipe those thoughts from your mind. You've got two years."

He whined but nodded. "Appa..." He stopped him before they entered the castle. "I... I don’t think I can keep waiting." He admitted. "I'm trying really, really hard. But it’s getting impossible. I... I want to kiss him so badly, appa. I want... I want him to... To hug me and cuddle me... Touch me."

Yoongi nodded. "Yeah, I know the feeling well." He sighed heavily. "Just... Try and hang in there. Do you need to room with me, Jimin and Joon until your father and brother come home?"

He looked up at him with watery eyes. "Is that okay? I don’t want to have my presentation triggered too early. I read that it's not good for you."

Yoongi smiled, pulling him in for a hug. "Of course, baby." He assured, kissing his temple. "Come on, let’s get you set up.

Sure enough, Hyuksoo hit his rut. They managed to get him in the dungeons, in a room filled with comforts to work through it.

Jungji's sensitive ears twitched, little whines leaving him as he sat in his parents’ nest, both Jimin and Yoongi beside him, comforting the distressed omega.

It was thankfully a good presentation. By the following morning Namjoon had brough him back up, bathed and smelling like an alpha.

Jungji went to run and give him a hug, all of them watching as he froze a couple feet away, the other's scent hitting him like a brick wall. His breath caught, eyes slowly locking with the other.

"Hey." Hyuk reached down, gently grasping the other's hand. He lifted it up, kissing the smaller’s knuckles.

Namjoon cringed at the lameness before remembering he did the same thing to Jimin.

"Hi." He breathed out. "You smell good."

Hyuk grinned, pulling the other into his broadened chest, hugging him.

He mewled, melting into the other.

"It's going to be even harder to keep them away." Jimin murmured, frowning.

Yoongi and Namjoon nodded.

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It was a week later when something unexpected happened.

"King Yoongi?"

He hummed looking up. He saw the anxious expression and stood. "What is it?"

"There’s riders and a carriage approaching." He swallowed. "They hold the Jeon flag."

Yoongi stiffened, nodding. "Thank you." He moved quickly, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard, waiting.

"Appa, what's going on?" Hyuksoo jogged over, holding a wooden sword, his full blood brother, Woosung next to him, only thirteen.

"Take your brother inside and get Namjoon appa." He murmured.

"Okay. Come on, Woozie." He led the younger in, walking quickly.

Yoongi watched the carriage pull to a stop, Namjoon jogging up as the older Jeon stepped out.

"King Min." He said smoothly. "And your mistress...” He smirked, Namjoon glaring.

"King Jeon. Why are you here unannounced?"

"Unannounced? Did you not get my raven?"

"You would have to send one for me to receive it." He bit out, getting a chuckle. "Why are you here?"

He smirked. "I told you. I want one of your sons to mate mine. I even have the perfect son." He motioned, a strapping young man slipping out.

Yoongi glared, Namjoon squaring his shoulders. "No. None of my children will-"

"-You have two choices, King Min." Junghyun said firmly, cutting Yoongi off.

Yoongi felt his body deflate, somehow already knowing. He shook his head. "Please, don’t do this."

"Either one of your children will mate my boy." He said firmly. "Or we will declare war. You have good land, and I would love to acquire it."

Yoongi's breaths were ragged as Namjoon's hitched.

"So, which is it?"

"Jungkook-"

"Can you not make a decision without your alpha? I thought you were the king." He smirked.

Yoongi swallowed thickly. "Jungkook is away."

He smirked. "I know. Get your children out. Minus the ones that imprinted." He smirked. "All your children, that aren’t Jungkook’s." He said knowingly.

Yoongi pushed the anger down, turning to whisper to his guard, waiting.

It took only ten minutes for the children to line up, none understanding what was happening or why their appas were teary eyed.

Yoongi cleared his throat. "These are the sons and daughters of myself, Namjoon and Jimin. Please... Please leave Seokjin’s out of it."

He hummed, nodding, looking at them. He motioned his son forwards.

He was broad, broad like Jin. He walked up to the eldest, sniffing.

Yoongi nodded and the boy squared his shoulders. "I'm Woosung. Son of Namjoon and Jimin. I'm thirteen and we think I’m an alpha-"

Junghyun's boy scowled, moving over, nodding once for the next to speak up.

Yoongi reached out, gripping Namjoon's hand tight.

"I-I'm Hobin." He whispered, glancing to Yoongi. "I-I’m the son of Jimin and Yoongi." He said so quietly, shifting nervously. "I’m twelve in four months."

He hummed, his eyes scanning him, making him shift nervously. He looked at the girl, his lip curling. He looked back at Hobin, seeing him shifting nervously.

"No. He's too young." Yoongi's voice wavered as he stepped forwards.

Namjoon gripped his shoulder, his eyes watering as a whine left Yoongi's throat. “No! No, you can't have my son! We-we can go to war-"

"Their army is the one of the largest there is, and they have twice the allies we have." Namjoon whispered, pulling him back.

Yoongi's lip trembled, a sob breaking out. "Please, please not my baby boy. Please. He's not old enough-"

"He's nearly twelve. He's plenty old enough." Junghyun smirked. "Besides. We can wait a year until he hits the age that's safe." He shrugged. "Make it a year and four months, even. We will return for his thirteenth birthday. My son will be almost twenty."

Yoongi tried not to sob, his vision blurred as he glared.

"And don’t even think about backing out." He motioned someone forwards... A scribe. "I already had the forms written, I just need his name and your signature. And the only way to break the contract is through mutual agreement. And I can guarantee I won’t back out.”

Yoongi glared, his breaths choppy as he grabbed the ink and feather. He dipped.

Min Hobin he wrote, signing his name where required, his hand trembling so horribly.

Namjoon sniffled as pulled the other into him, followed by their confused son.

"Appas... What's going on?"

"Don’t worry about it, baby." Namjoon whispered, pushing the lump in his throat down. “We’ll explain in the nest.”

"Mmm, on your thirteenth birthday I’m going to come back with Sungmin here." Junghyun squeezed the broad shoulder. "And you're going to come move in with us."

"What?!” He looked at his fathers, a croak leaving him. "Why?!"

"So you can mate him and breed."

"No! Appa! Please!" He cried, shaking his head, sliding behind the two older men.

Yoongi glared as Junghyun left, his laugh echoing as the carriage departed.

Yoongi spun, pulling his wailing son in close, his own choked cries leaving him.

Namjoon led them back inside, Woosung and his sister rushing off.

The three made it back into the room, curling in close.

About a year and a half. They had a year and a half left with their little boy.

Yoongi had sat Jimin down, crying as he explained the situation. The crack sounded through the room, resonating in their bones. "You signed my baby away?! How could you?" He had shrieked before collapsing in a fit of sobs, Yoongi hugging him close.

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When Jungkook came home and was told of the news, he reacted in a way Yoongi had never expected. He had never seen Jungkook throw or hit a damned thing in the twenty years they were together... But that night?

He sobbed, pulling his wailing alpha against him, getting him into the nest with some difficulty.

They had to be strong for Hobin. They all had to be. They had to act like it would be okay so the siblings wouldn't panic. They had to do the right thing.

If they fought in a war... All of them would perish. Or worse, be captured. He couldn’t do that to their children.

He wouldn't.

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It was quiet in his room. He wasn’t used to it. Jaebum was sleeping, so was Woosung. But he felt like something was off.

His head snapped to the door when it opened, someone sliding in. He knew who it was and smiled, waiting patiently.

After a moment, his bed dipped, a young man slipping under his covers. "Hey, baby." He whispered, raising his arm so the other could curl into him, a head on his chest. "What's wrong, kitten?" He played with the little triangular ears.

"Hyuksoo..." He whispered, sniffling, feeling the warmth from the other and breathing in his scent. "They're going to send Hobin away." He whispered.

"I heard." His heart clenched, not liking the idea of losing his brother.

"What if... What if they send me away, too?"

Hyuksoo let out a sound of surprise. "Wah, that won’t happen." He shifted to face the other, cupping the one cheek. "All the appas say we are imprinted, and we are going to mate each other." He said softly. "They can’t send you away."

"But...." He shifted, looking up until their eyes locked. He pressed his hand to the broadening chest. "I think it might be what's best."

"What? No, why?" He pouted, his hand sliding to his shoulder.

"Because... Because I’m so tired of fighting my instincts. I want..." His cheeks went dark. "I want you to kiss me and touch me and it's not time, yet." He sniffled. "But I can't keep holding back. I don’t want to anymore I want... I want-"

Hyuksoo kissed the other's forehead, his hand sliding to the other's hip under the covers. "I know. It’s hard for me too, baby. But its less than two years. We've made it this far.”

"But it’s harder since you presented. I just..." He bit his lip, his eyes lidded. "I’m hard every time I smell you."

He let out a shaky breath, his own excitement starting to show. "Me too, baby. But we can do this. Go on back to your room." He said, giving a little push. "Go. I will see you tomorrow."

He frowned but nodded. "Okay. I... I love you."

"I love you too." He said sweetly.

He watched the omega slip out, letting out a shaky breath. "Fuck.” That was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

"You did good." Jaebum murmured sleepily. "Proud."

He let out a stressed laugh. "Yeah. Wasn't easy."

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A year and four months passed by too quickly.

Yoongi and Jimin spent as much time as they could reassuring their son everything would be okay and that they loved him.

All of them stood out front when the carriage was near.

Hoseok, Taehyung and Seokjin held hands, Jimin, and Yoongi hugging, Jungkook on one side, Namjoon on Jimin's

Hobin was getting hugs from his siblings before walking over to hug his four dads, hiccupping.

"You'll be okay, Hobin." Jimin said softly, ruffling his hair.

He wiped his cheeks, looking over his shoulder as the large alpha stepped out.

Jungkook croaked, looking at their young son and back. He felt the anger well up inside of him, starting to shake. "No." He shook his head. "No way in hell."

"We have an agreement-"

Jungkook walked over to his brother who was standing by. "You want to join our houses." He said, getting a hum. "Why not mate your oldest and strongest off to a better Kingdom. Find someone closer to his age. Please." He begged his brother. "He... He's going to tear him in half, Junghyun. Please don't hurt my mate’s child out of spite. Please."

His jaw clenched. "I thought you would pull something like this." He grumbled. He raised his hand. "Jihoon." He called.

A young boy slipped out of the carriage, looking around nervously. "Jihoon is my only omega." He scowled.

Jungkook glared but clamped his mouth shut. He knew his brother was obsessed with the strong alpha breed... To have an omega son would show him as a failure. He could see the slight bruising on the young omega’s cheekbone. Clearly someone had hurt him.

"You will mate him to Yoongi's, Namjoon's or Jimin's boy or girl. I don’t care which. Join the houses. The second he turns sixteen and presents, I will be back to see that mated mark. If there isn’t one, we go to war.”

"Understood." Jungkook nodded.

His brother scowled, shoving his son forwards, Jungkook carefully catching him. He watched them leave, Hobin staring in shock.

"I... I can stay?" He asked.

"Yeah, baby boy you can stay." Yoongi hugged him close, breathing in his scent and letting out a relieved shaky breath.

Jaebum looked at the thirteen year old, his jaw clenching. He felt something odd creep up inside of him, a growl leaving his throat.

Yoongi and Jungkook's head snapped over to him, seeing his confused face.

"Oh no." Jungkook frowned, slumping. "Please... Please tell me you're growling because it's a scent you don’t know, and you aren't imprinting on your fucking cousin." He rubbed his face, groaning loudly.

"I don’t like his scent. He smells weird." He said, frowning.

"Oh thank god." Jungkook wheezed, nodding. "Good." He looked over, pausing. Yoongi was standing slack jawed, Hobin and Jihoon both reaching out, tentatively touching fingertips.

Namjoon looked at the others, letting out a choked laugh. "Well... That solves that." He nodded.

Jungkook relaxed, nodding. "Good. Good.” It wasn’t too often omegas sought each other out, but, much like Yoongi and Jimin, it did happen from time to time.

"And appa..." Jaebum cleared his throat. " I ah... I actually started dating Soomin."

His brows shot up. "Jin's daughter?"

"Yeah. He blushed, grinning. "We're both alphas and it gets... Pretty fun." He gave a cheeky smile, the spitting image of his alpha father.

"Aish." Jungkook sighed, shaking his head. "Just be careful."

He nodded.

Yoongi smiled, leaning over to kiss Jimin, followed by Namjoon and finally his mate, humming.

He was pretty happy with his... Seven kids and his nephew.

Jungji and Hyuksoo managed to make up until Jungji's presentation. The second his first heat started they all knew there was no stopping them. Thankfully it didn’t take right away, but they did mate.

Jaebum mated with Soomin, Seokjin grilling him like crazy, but ultimately happy his daughter ended up with someone so sweet.

Everyone was shocked when Donghae went on a mission with Taehyung, the older returning without his son. Donghae had met Sungmin, Junghyun’s oldest and strongest, and somehow they managed to fit perfectly. It was hard to let him go, but his son was happy and that was all that mattered.

Namjoon and Jimin's youngest son, Woosung, mated to Jin's youngest daughter, Jisoo.

 Arahae, Yoongi and Namjoon's baby girl, fell in love with a stable boy, the two wild and free together. And Sooyoung, Jimin and Jungkook's baby fall for a king's son when they came to visit for an alliance. That alliance was easily created when they realized the potential both sides had for happiness.

Junghyun was assassinated in his sleep. No one knew who killed him, but the word was it had been his second eldest, an alpha who just wanted to be free to love who he wanted and was denied, had done the deed himself.

Peace fell upon the kingdom, happiness spreading to every corner.

And all of it was because Jungkook got lost on the way to his room, accidentally mating with Yoongi, instead of Yoongi to his brother.

The End

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