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Before Yoongi stands a beauty. The beauty is a kid his own height, with fluffed-up blond hair and dressed in an oversized black hoodie. Despite the cuteness that is happening on the upper part of the boy’s body, his legs are clad in leather pants.

Yoongi’s heart does one, tiny flop. Just one.

“This is Jimin, from my mom’s old Busan pack. He’s basically my older brother.” Jungkook nods with his head towards Jimin, a little shy and awkward even after the couple of years that they all have spent together. The pack’s baby indeed. “He’s nice so… Yeah. Treat him well?”

Jimin giggles and his eyes squish shut. Next to Yoongi, Namjoon chokes and covers his cheeks with his own palms. Hoseok bounces up to the Jimin and hugs the kid tightly to his own chest, cooing about adorableness and cuteness.

“Hello! It’s nice to meet you! I hope I’m not intruding or something?” Jimin is patting Hoseok’s bicep as he speaks. It’s hard to tell if it’s because of the beta’s lean muscles or because Hoseok is choking the poor boy.

Namjoon, the goof of an alpha that he is, offers his hand and flashes his disarming dimpled smile. “Never. Welcome and I hope we become good friends. Two of us aren’t here yet, but I’m sure they will like you.”

“I already met Taehyung! He came with Kookie to Busan a few times.” Jimin shakes Namjoon’s hand; his small palm is dwarfed and hidden by the alpha’s long fingers.

Yoongi doesn’t say much, just waves a little once Jimin looks at him with a small, questioning tilt of his head. It’s cute, reminds Yoongi of a chick or a baby seal. The alpha grins, winks and then laughs at the blotchy blush that spreads all over Jimin’s chubby cheeks.

…

Yoongi is woken up by Hoseok’s excited screaming, which is neither a strange nor rare occurrence. Some days the screaming is because of a renegade bug that the beta has run into (a spider, a cockroach, a moth) and some days something especially good has happened on the instagram feed. It varies from day to day.

This morning, for the sake of Hoseok’s continued existence, Yoongi hopes it’s a damn roach.

“Yoooooongi! Oh my god, Yoongles, you need to see this! Wake up!” Hoseok kicks open the door to Yoongi’s bedroom and pushes his phone in the alpha’s face. “Look at these cuties! Just look at them, aren’t our youngest two the cutest ones around?”

For a few seconds Yoongi is blinded by the phone’s light and deafened by Hoseok’s insistent energy. He growls low in his throat, annoyed and still halfway asleep, as he pushes both the phone and his best friend away.

The alpha grunts and scratches his balls. “What do you want?”

“First of all, ew. Second of all, Tae sent a picture of his, Junkookie’s and Jimin’s platonic threesome date from yesterday. It’s the most adorable sight ever.” Hoseok leans most of his weight on one leg and sticks out one hip. He still has the phone held very close to the alpha’s face.

Yoongi yawns, ignores the comments and reaches out for the damn phone. “Turn the brightness down before it burns out my eyeballs.”

“You’re just weak.”

The phone plops on Yoongi’s face and the alpha simply raises his middle finger in the direction of Hoseok’s laughter. He then picks up the device from where it lies on his nose and squints at the photo of a pouting Jungkook and a brightly smiling Jimin. The Busan boy is hugging the overgrown manchild of their small pack very tightly, seemingly enjoying Jungkook’s put upon unwillingness towards the hug.

This time around Jimin is wearing overalls and looks much younger than he actually is. Next to Jungkook, who is a good head taller than the other, the image is amplified even more so. Still, despite the huge pout on the beta’s lips, he is holding up a peace sign and humoring Jimin for the sake of the photo.

Yoongi wonders what subtype Jimin is. No one had asked and Yoongi has long since learned not to rely on scent alone.

Hoseok snatches his phone from the alpha’s hands and slides the device in the front pocket of his (very tight, Yoongi notes absentmindedly) jeans. “Wow, you could have at least tried to react. Booooring.” Hoseok then wanders to Yoongi’s closet and starts rifling though the unfolded pile of clean laundry. “Anyway, now that I’m here, let me borrow your black button down. The one that makes you look like some buff CEO.”

“If you get any of your nasty fluids on it I will end you.” Yoongi mumbles around another yawn and rolls under his blankets again, ready for more sleep. “Now get lost, I need my beauty sleep.”

“Sleep isn’t strong enough to make you look beautiful.” Hoseok giggles and prances out and away before the words have managed to properly sink in.

…

It’s a nice day outside. The temperature is perfect for Yoongi’s favorite leather jacket, with the clouds making sure that the sun isn’t too bright. All in all, a pretty good day for wandering around Seoul and getting shit done. Like university classes and grocery shopping, which includes a quick detour to Lush for some bath bombs and cleansers.

Classes are as usual – a lot of notes and trying not to fall asleep. And pretty soon Yoongi finds himself standing in Lush, next to his bags of groceries and frowning down on the large variety of bath bombs.

“Oh. Uhm, Yoongi?” A small voice startles the alpha from his debate on what to pick.

Yoongi blinks at the Green Coconut bath bombs before he glances to his right. “’Sup Jimin.” He raises his hand and wiggles his fingers in a mock wave “How’s it going?”

Jimin shyly shuffles closer and smiles, just a little. “Very good! I’m still not all that used to the rush of Seoul. Jungkookie and Taehyungie are helping a lot, though.” The boy fiddles with his fingers for a little bit and then asks, “Uhm, what are you doing here?”

“Trying to decide if I want another coconut bath bomb, or I want to try this very American looking one. These are very important decisions.” Yoongi squints at the innocent, plastic-wrapped bombs and reaches for the Sacred Lotus instead.

The both of them are quiet for a while – Yoongi isn’t too interested in talking too much and Jimin seems to be too shy to start anything. Yoongi still doesn’t know much about the other boy, but Hoseok had said something about the kid being a little shy at first and gradually warming up as time goes by.

As Yoongi gathers both his bath bombs and grocery bags to go and check out the body lotion and cleanser shelves, Jimin hesitates for a moment, but follows the alpha anyway. Yoongi doesn’t much care. He even finds it a little amusing how much like a lost puppy Jimin seems at the moment.

“Are they for your, aaah, partner? I think someone told me you are seeing someone?” Jimin is looking at some shower gels. His cheeks are a little pink, like he is embarrassed by his own questions.

The alpha snorts. “Who the hell told you that? I’ve had like, one kinda girlfriend, some quickies and that’s it.” He picks up and then puts down a couple of bottles of lotions before picking one that smells nice. Fruity. “And these are all for me. I deserve to have soft and velvety skin.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I promise, oh my god!” Jimin is bright red now. He flaps his hands around wildly and almost knocks off a few bottles in his haste to apologize. “I’m so sorry!”

Yoongi is surprised, a little taken aback by the very intense way the other boy going at it right now. He snorts again. Then his snorts turn into a laugh that’s a little choked off and husky, yet loud at the same time. Jimin seems to freeze then, unsure what to do now. His eyes are wide, as if he is afraid that he has somehow broken Yoongi.

“You’re so damn weird, but also kind of cute. What the fuck, Park Jimin? Relax, dude.” Yoongi doesn’t think before he reaches out and pats Jimin’s back on his way past the boy and towards the check-out counter. “Come on, I’ll buy you a coke or something.”

Jimin covers his still very red cheeks with his small palms and follows Yoongi along, refusing to look anywhere else but the floor. The lost puppy image is back and the alpha shakes his head in the sort of fondness that is usually reserved for either Taehyung or Jungkook.

…

“So what were you doing at Lush anyway?” Yoongi slurps on his strawberry slushy as they make their way out of the huge shopping mall. The alpha winces when he drinks too fast and the brain freeze headache starts up. “Ow.”

Jimin, who had been nibbling on his chocolate ice-cream until now, giggles. “Looking for something that might help my hair. It feels weird and dry after the bleaching that I did.”

“You look fluffy either way, so all good.” Yoongi still has his face scrunched up due to the brain freeze and his words sound a little like whines, but it doesn’t really matter anyway. He does notice the blush on Jimin’s cheeks and smirks.

Meanwhile the other boy is patting his cheek with one sweater pawed hand and looks at the ice-cream in his hold like it’s the most interesting thing in the whole wide world at the moment. The kid is cute, Yoongi isn’t afraid to admit it. Hell, the other two brats that Jimin hangs around are also adorable (both Jungkook and Taehyung know far too well how to abuse the soft hearts of their older friends with their puppy-eyes and pouts).

“Cute.” Yoongi reaches out to first poke Jimin’s cheek and then to ruffle the styled blond, soft hair into a fluffy mess.

Jimin gapes at the alpha, red-faced and seemingly scandalized. His ice-cream falls on the supermarket floor and only then the younger blinks out of his stupor, looks down and down-right whines. Yoongi laughs, his slushy forgotten, but not thrown on the ground though. Jimin growls and pouts, even goes as far as to punch the alpha’s arm (damn is the kind strong) and stomps away like the tiny ball of anger that he is.

“You suck!” Jimin yells when he turns around, lips still pulled into a displeased pout. “But thank you for the ice-cream.”

…

When Yoongi shows up for his weekly food-mooching date at Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s place he is quick to shut the front door close again and start ringing the doorbell nonstop.

“Come in and don’t worry, they said. We will probably just be cuddling, they said. Lies!” The alpha mutters to himself while still trying to overload the doorbell with his annoyance alone. “You’d think they would get out of the honeymoon phase.”

Namjoon opens the door. His hair is messed up, there are hickeys littered along his neck and his shirt is not only inside out, but also worn with the back in front. Yoongi judges so hard that his eyes turn into two slivers of black as he squints up at the other alpha.

“Sorry about that. We thought, uh, we thought we have more time.” Namjoon ruffles up his already messed up hair and gestures towards the rest of the apartment in a sort of confused, I don’t really know what I am doing right now manner.

Yoongi clicks his tongue. “That’s nice and all, but how about not fucking right in front of an unlocked door? Or telling me to come in while you’re in the middle of it, huh?” He steps inside of the apartment, nose wrinkling from the obvious stench of almost sex that had been going on.

Seokjin is nowhere to be seen, but Yoongi is sure that the omega is getting himself somewhat presentable right now. In the bathroom.

“Come on, you room with Hoseok. I’m sure you’ve seen worse.” Namjoon curses under his breath when he finally notices the shirt situation and starts taking it off. He grunts when he runs into the wall during the whole process, but manages to find his way into the kitchen safely in the end.

“Sure I do. But Seok knows how to warn me beforehand and make sure that the fucking happens in his room only.” Yoongi narrows his eyes at the couch, and then glances around the living room.

He doesn’t trust the purity of this couch.

Once Namjoon comes back, with a peace offering can of beer in hand, Yoongi has chosen to sit in the beanbag that seemed safe enough. The two chat for a while, about their upcoming gigs, Yoongi’s raise at this part-time workplace and Namjoon’s latest progress on his doctoral thesis. They also try to decide on a good date to meet up and go for some wolf pack boding.

Seokjin comes out of the bedroom looking refreshed, if not a little flushed. Yoongi judges some more.

“Sorry about that. I’ll just reheat the beef and then we can eat.” The omega bustles around the kitchen and ignores Yoongi’s judging stare with the kind of art that the alpha feels almost impressed.

“You’re the best, babe.” Namjoon wobbles a little as he adjusts his seating position on the couch, now that he has pulled up his legs to sit on top of them. “But yeah, anyway, I heard from Taehyungie that you teased Jimin way too much about something?”

Yoongi sips his beer and raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Teasing? I mean… kind of. Ran into him while at Lush, like, two days ago. Just called him cute and ruffled his hair a little, that’s all.”

“It’s true though! I never thought that alphas could be that soft and adorable. Jiminie is like a cute little mochi ball of oversized sweaters and sunshine.” Seokjin joins in from the kitchen. The apartment is already filling with the delicious aroma of cooked meat. “Don’t tell Hobi I said that, he’ll take offence and try to prove me why he’s the only sunshine incarnate around.”

“He’s an alpha? Damn, didn’t know that.” Yoongi slumps more into the beanbag and makes a soft grumbling purr from how comfortable he is. “Well, doesn’t change the fact that the kid is fun to tease. Are you gonna take him in, Joon?”

Namjoon purses his lips a little. “Yeah, probably, but not just yet. He’s good for the other two kids we have.” The pack alpha blinks at Yoongi and leans forward a little. “You seriously didn’t know he’s an alpha?”

“Psssh, no. He smells like damn peppermint, how the hell should I have know he’s an alpha?” Yoongi wiggles around in his beanbag prison in search for an even comfier position. “And I didn’t ask, figured doesn’t matter anyway.”

Seokjin comes in again, hands full with bowls of food. He has a pleased smile on his plush lips, even if his eyes glint in suspicious playfulness. “What a gentleman you are. Now, get up and eat. I know you and your shit food diets far too well; you train wreck of a human being.” The omega walks back to the kitchen to bring out more food and three bowls.

“Uhm, excuse you, I take care of myself just fine. Seok can vouch for me.” Yoongi kicks out once Seokjin has his hands free again and no food is in danger.

“Hoseok has been bribed and cannot be trusted.” Seokjin kicks right back, as well as stronger.

Namjoon ignores the both of them and their bickering as he quietly starts piling food onto his plate and eating. He has the face of a zen monk as Seokjin starts hitting Yoongi with a pillow, yelling something about how a pack of chips does not constitute for an actual meal.

…

“Hoseok, I swear to god, don’t you dare to take off your pants!” Seokjin is trying to out-yell the heavy bass of the club’s speakers and also get the very drunk beta off from the table. “Jung Hoseok, don’t you dare open that zipper!”

From behind Seokjin, Taehyung keeps pelting Hoseok with bunched up napkins and bottle labels.

Yoongi keeps filming the whole thing from where he is slumped over their table. Namjoon is still up on the stage, rapping to the last song (his solo) that they had for the night and trying not to laugh too obviously about the spectacle happening on the left of the stage. Seokjin’s screaming raises in volume when Jungkook climbs up on the table, next to Hoseok, and starts to drop it down low, PG-13 version.

Yoongi rolls off from the table and onto the leather seats in a fit of uncontrollable laugher.

“What--? I was gone for fifteen minutes.” Jimin shuffles on one of the chairs that Yoongi is not currently using as a bed replacement. “How did this happen?” The younger alpha looks down at Yoongi, eyes a little wide and mouth parted. He has a slightly crooked front tooth.

“Welcome to our pack, enjoy your stay.” Yoongi huffs as he moves around. Finally he is in the best position to lay with his head in Jimin’s lap, enveloped by peppermint scent and smell of a sweaty club. “God, your thighs are, like, gifts from the above, what the fuck. How did you get them, who did you pay for them?”

Jimin squeaks and freezes. He looks around wildly, in search of help that isn’t there. Instead what the poor alpha gets is Jungkook pointing at him, grin wide even when his head is held in a headlock by Seokjin and Taehyung turning around to take blackmail pictures. From the omega’s shoulders hangs a happily drunk and half-naked Hoseok, finally pulled down from the table.

“Jiiiiminie, come on, tell me all about your magical thighs.” Yoongi reaches out to poke the other alpha’s nose, but he misses and hits Jimin’s chin instead.

The younger blinks down at Yoongi. His mouth opens and closes a couple of times before he speaks properly. “I dance? I mean, not at the moment since I still need to get my paperwork worked out at the uni, but yeah… Uhm, why are you patting my thigh, Yoongi?”

“I’m enjoying the muscle of a god given leg. Let me live, Park Jimin.” Yoongi growls against Jimin’s jean clad thigh as his hand sneaks lower to shamelessly grope the younger boy’s calf.

Just then a sweaty Namjoon shows up for a much need drink. The alpha raises one eyebrow at the sight that the other two make, an amused grin on his lips. He waves away Jimin’s hurried explanations and instead reaches out to tug Yoongi off from the poor kid.

“Don’t mind him. Yoongi gets a little touchy when he’s had alcohol. He once spent the whole evening touching Jungkook’s ass and telling Taehyung to all about how soft it is.” Namjoon sighs in relief when he falls into the seats.

“You’re all so weird.” Jimin breathes out in wonder. He looks happy though, even when Taehyhung bounds over, falls on top of him and demands a selfie.

…

It’s been two months since the gig at the club, a couple of weeks since Namjoon had accepted Jimin into their small pack.

Yoongi comes back home late on a Friday evening and stops dead in the hallway once he sees Taehyung and Hoseok in a compromising position on his living room floor. All three of them are still, looking at each other with wide eyes and momentary muteness. Then, from Hoseok’s bedroom, comes out Jungkook, dressed in a maid uniform and holding what looks like an edible bikini set.

“I found the bikini, no we caaaannnn… Oh.” The beta stops mid sentence, just as wide-eyed as the other two. He clutches the bikini to his chest, like an old lady might do with her pearl necklace, and takes a step away from Yoongi. ”Uh, welcome home?”

“Did I just walk into a threesome?” Yoongi makes a face at how high the dress’ skirt rides up Jungkook’s legs and then changes his mind. “You know what, I probably don’t really want to know. Juts move it to Hoseok’s room or something.”

Taehyung drops on the floor next to Hoseok and then rolls away from the beta to hide under the coffee table. “We weren’t, I swear we weren’t! We’ve only done it once and that once was enough.”

Hoseok, for some reason, starts laughing hysterically as he sits up. “Your face was amazing, Yoongle! I wish I had my phone on me!” He glances at Yoongi once more and starts laughing even more.

The beta chokes and Yoongi feels a vindictive kind of satisfaction.

In a fit of survival instinct takeover, Jungkook silently walks backwards to where had come from – Hoseok’s black hole of a room. He says nothing and is obviously trying to make as little noise as possible, so that his escape from the whole situation is as painless and flawless as possible. He is still clutching onto the bikini and Yoongi just doesn’t have the heart to call the beta out in order to stop him from moving and to get the kid to man up to… whatever this whole thing is supposed to be.

“I swear this isn’t as kinky as it may seem.” Taehyung is clutching onto the coffee table’s leg as he starts pointing at Hoseok, like kindergartners do when they want to turn someone in and save their own butt. “He was the one who talked us into Super Mario with punishments. And, and, listen to this Yoongi, he refused to do his own punishment! So unfair!”

“You wanted me to go full nude under that thing! Do you know how easy pubes get caught between those candies? It hurts, my precious Taehyungie.” Hoseok pats Taehyung’s accusatory finger with the air of a seasoned sex toy expert. “Also, we can’t have a threesome if Jimin is here as well. That’s already a foursome.”

Subtly Yoongi sniffs the air once Jimin’s name is mentioned. And indeed, mixed in with his own rosemary, Hoseok’s lavender, Jungkook’s cocoa and Taehyung’s strawberry scent there is the fresh tint of Jimin’s peppermint. And it comes from his room?

Hoseok snickers when he sees confusion on Yoongi’s face. “Jimin went to hide out in your room. He was too shy to sit out here in his punishment outfit.”

“Please tell me you didn’t traumatize the kid. We’ve barely had him.” The alpha sighs as he moves towards his room.

Hoseok says nothing, just laughs. Yoongi supposes that that should be an answer enough in its own. Just to be safe, though, he knocks on the door of his own room to warn Jimin before he enters – so that the younger alpha has enough time to cover what needs to be covered. Who knows what the beta got the poor, naive kid to do.

When Yoongi enters he is greeted by the sight of a frazzled looking Jimin dressed in nothing but fishnet stockings and Yoongi’s own hoodie (and underwear, hopefully). Well then.

“I want to die.” Jimin crouches down to save what is left of his dignity. “Please, please don’t say anything. They stole my clothes.” The alpha is trying hard to cover as much of his legs as possible with Yoongi’s hoodie and the sight is… It’s something alright.

Yoongi drops his bag by the messy desk and walks towards his closet to get out a pair of shorts he can lend the poor kid. Which is a shame, because the sight is very nice. “Don’t worry, you look hot.”

Jimin chokes and throws a scrunched up pair of Yoongi’s own damn socks at his head. They hit dead center. “This is very not the time!  Even if I am all for the compliments!”

The older alpha rumbles a quiet growl of amusement as he turns around and drops a pair of sweatpants on Jimin’s head. “You act as though you don’t already know me enough to be ready for the comments. Jiminie, my precious summer child, you are a contradiction of hot and adorable.”

“I was born in October.” Jimin punches Yoongi’s thigh in retaliation. He stands up then and glances down at his fishnet clad legs. There is a moment of silence. “This is still very embarrassing and I really don’t want to go out.” The alpha is quick to put on the sweatpants.

“Details. And no need to be embarrassed. Really. Just be thankful you didn’t get the candy bikini that Hoseok was about to be forced into.” Yoongi pats Jimin’s head and then yawns. “You can stay here if you want, I know about the sleepover you guys are supposed to be doing.”

Friday or no Friday, work had managed to drain his energy fully today. So Yoongi falls face down onto his bed, uncaring of how uncomfortable it will be to sleep in jeans and how nasty it is to go to bed without at least brushing his teeth. Sleep comes before everything this evening.

He can hear Jimin shuffling about the room before the bed next to Yoongi’s legs dents down with added extra weight. The alpha snorts into his pillow and mumbles an almost incomprehensible I really don’t mind sharing a bed into the lumpy softness of it.

When Yoongi is practically asleep already he feels Jimin lying down next to him, short fingers wrapping around his own and hears the whispered goodnight.

…

Yoongi wakes up feeling way too warm and also kind of uncomfortable in his jeans. He groans and tries wiggling out of whatever the huge, warm thing is that clings onto him. When the hold around his middle tightens and a low, displeased growl rumbles against his chest, Yoongi finally blinks awake. He’s slow about it either way, a little disoriented by the morning light.

When he is finally present enough, the alpha glances to his side and finds Jimin curled up against him. The younger boy is clinging to his sweaty black t-shirt, cheek right on top of Yoongi’s nipple and hair a right mess.

Warm fuzzy feelings happen to Yoongi’s heart. He mouths a what the fuck, yawns and goes right back to sleeping.

…

Some days Yoongi wonders why he puts up with Hoseok in the first place. The he reminds himself of the rent prices, his lack of cleaning will and Seokjin’s consistent accusations concerning his dietary habits. And, like, they are also best friends or something, he supposes. So once the alpha is done reminding himself about all these things, he is ready to face the next of the many reasons why Hoseok is excited this time.

“Why do you keep waking me up? Why? Is this your passive aggressive way at getting back at me for something?” Yoongi pulls a blanket over himself in a futile attempt at drowning out Hoseok’s whining and the sharp jabs of the beta’s fingers.

“Oh, shut it you big baby. You need to tell me allll the details about your cuddle session with Jiminie! You have been scented so damn potently, Jesus.” Hoseok gives up in poking and instead jumps onto Yoongi’s bed. He also starts jumping on it.

Yoongi tries to kick the other off, but Hoseok is both awake and able to move however he wants. So the beta jumps around and kicks back from time to time, all the while cackling like a madman. It all ends with Yoongi rolling out of the bed and falling on the cold, hard floor.

“I hate you.”

Hoseok grins down at him, now sleeping on Yoongi’s own bed and shining bright, as if everything is finally right in the world. “You love me, don’t lie to yourself. Now, about that Jimin situation that’s going on.”

“He’s cute, I’m into him. What more do you want?” The alpha doesn’t bother getting up from his sprawled-out position on the floor. Instead he wiggles out of his jeans and throws them sway somewhere.

“Well duh, I know that much. Spill everything about your night together and why you have been scented like Jimin’s afraid someone is gonna steal you away from him. No offence to the kid, you’re a eh, pretty okay looking guy and all, but your personality leaves much to be desired. Six out of ten.” Hoseok isn’t in the least bit phased by his friend’s current appearance.

The both of them have seen far, far worse of each other by now.

Yoongi smacks his lips. He really needs to brush his teeth. And go to the bathroom. “Told him it’s cool to share a bed before I blacked out, woke up with him cuddling up to me. No idea when I was scented. Fucking dig it though, it’s hot.”

“And you tell me that I’m the kinky one.” Hoseok tuts and shakes his head, mock hurt played up to the max.

…

“Oh? Yoongi, is that you?” Jimin stands before the big, black wolf currently sitting by their university’s sign. “Why are you a wolf?” He doesn’t walk any closer though, in case the turning was caused by a sudden lack of control or some strong feelings of anger.

The wolf huffs before trotting away to a nearby bush. Jimin makes a small, questioning noise in the back of his throat before Yoongi comes back with all of his stuff held between his teeth. There is slobber all over the clothes and the bag’s strap, and the alpha makes a displeased growl when he drops it all off by Jimin’s feet.

Jimin snorts and then starts laughing so much that he stumbles a little to the side. Yoongi snaps his teeth near the other alpha’s knees, more to hide his embarrassment than any actual anger.

“Oh my god, was this an accidental shifting? I thought we all got over it when we were kids.” Jimin smirks at the huge, sulking wolf as he gathers up Yoongi’s clothes and things. He very carefully tries not to touch and fully ignore the alpha’s underwear.

The two make their way to Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s shared apartment, Jimin chattering about his days and classes as they walk. A few people glance at them weirdly, surprised by someone walking around so casually as a wolf, since shifting didn’t really happen all that often nowadays. At least, not in the middle of a city.

Yoongi keeps bumping against Jimin’s legs as if on accident, although it’s anything but. He rubs his head against the other alpha’s hips, spreading his own scent on the other as much as he can.

“Yoongi, stop that. People will think we’re together or something.” Jimin pushes the wolf’s head away from himself, though there is a small disappointed whine that makes the alpha drag his words a little.

With a huff, Yoongi slithers away from Jimin’s hands and trots around the boy to do the scenting on his other side. When Jimin growls in warning, surprisingly threatening, Yoongi barks once before taking off up the stairs.

Jimin catches up to him by the apartment door, when there is nowhere else to go. There is a glint in the younger alpha’s eyes, one that speaks of a stubborn streak strong enough to get back at Yoongi during his most vulnerable (like now, when the alpha can’t do much else but howl and bite). Which he does, by hanging the alpha’s underwear on the railing and laughing at the wolf.

It’s also then when Yoongi suddenly shifts back and flashes Jimin his dick.

“Shit! Put that away, Yoongi!” Jimin starts throwing stuff at the other alpha, scandalized and blushing like mad. His gaze, however, keeps dropping down to peek at Yoongi’s dick.

“You’re just jealous ‘cause mine is probably bigger.” Yoongi is surprisingly chill for someone who is standing naked in an apartment complex hallway, in danger of being seen and later also fined for public indecency.

Jimin punches him in the gut for that comment. But it’s worth it.

…

Later that evening there are compromising pictures of Yoongi posted on their pack’s group chat.

Hoseok laughs so much he rolls off the couch and hits his head against the desk corner on his way down. Karma.

…

Jimin’s apartment is small, a little bit cramped even. But it’s bright and not as messy as Yoongi thought it might be. There are a lot of potted flowers everywhere, photos of Jimin and his Busan pack and friends on the walls, a stack of messy dishes left in the sink, probably for whenever the alpha feels like washing them.

“Sorry for the mess, I’ve been kidna busy and there is no time to do anything. And now my stupid washing machine broke.” Jimin shuffles around and tries to pick up notebooks and empty mars bar wrappers.

“I’ve been to Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s dorm, this is still pretty clean.” Yoongi drops his stuff on the loveseat and pats his hands down against his legs. Black jeans hide everything. “Now, where is your washing machine and what, exactly, broke?”

Jimin smiles, grateful and leads Yoongi to the small bathroom. Along the way, Yoongi glances inside Jimin’s bedroom on accident, only to be met with the sight of bright red boxer-briefs thrown in the middle of the room, for all to see. At least now the alpha knows that Jimin likes his underwear tight.

The younger sighs as he gestures to the seemingly dead washing machine that’s been squeezed into the corner of the bathroom. There are various things stacked on top of it, mostly face creams, masks and hair-care products, there is a basket half-full with dirty laundry next to it. The machine has been pulled away from the wall though, exposing the damaged water pipes behind it.

Yoongi pushes the laundry basket away and turns the washing machine with the back more towards himself. He kind of needs to see what is up and what he’s even doing. “So how did you know to call me about stuff like this? One of the other two brats told you?”

“Nah. Jin said I should call you, since you’re, like, the pack repairman. His words, not mine.” Jimin is crouched next to Yoongi, but far enough so that the alpha can move around and do his thing comfortably.

“Psssh, as if.” Yoongi leans forward to squint at something and then flinches when he feels a small hand grab at his ass. A moment of silence passes. “So… Why are you groping me?”

Jimin seems odly calm and serene when he speaks. “I’m using a rare chance to see how it feels like? Your butt I mean.” He then squeezes his fingers.

Yoongi glances over his shoulder, eyebrow raised in interest. The hand from his ass hasn’t moved yet. “What do you mean by using a rare chance? Also, you’ve seen my dick.”

“Uh… Like, you probably don’t want to date?” Jimin finally looks up and at Yoongi. He looks resigned, a little sad maybe. He also finally pulls his hand away and curs into himself a bit more than he had been before. “Because I’m an alpha and all that.”

“So?”

Jimin startles. He squints at Yoongi in both suspicion and confusion, as if the older alpha is playing games with him right now. “So, like… You don’t want to date me? I mean, I may seem like an omega or something, but I’m definitely not one. Like, I am also an alpha.”

“Again, so? I know you’re an alpha. Still fucking cute. I thought I made that clear with all my flirting and the scenting thing.” Yoongi shrugs and goes back to fixing the faulty water pipe for the washing machine. He knows he’s emitting pheromones, pleased by how things are going. Jimin probably doesn’t need to see him to know that Yoongi is smirking.

Either way, Yoongi finishes the repair work with no further interruptions and even pushes the washing machine back in its rightful place. He groans and stretches out his muscles, makes a small and pleased heh when he hears Jimin squeaking just a little bit when his shirt rides up and flashes a bit of skin.

“I don’t get heats?” Jimin blurts and then promptly blushes scarlet. It’s damn adorable.

“So your ass doesn’t get wet, big deal. That’s why we have fucking lube for.” Yoongi laughs. He walks up to the other alpha and reaches down to ruffle his hair. “Dumbass.” He sounds so damn fond.

Jimin pouts up at Yoongi, eyes squinting up in suspicion even now. With a huff the younger stands up, pushes Yoongi against the wall, like in some damn anime scene, with his arms trapping the older alpha in place. It’s weirdly hot, to see the otherwise cute Jimin acting out like an alpha so suddenly and with no warning.

“Go on a date with me.” Jimin doesn’t even bother to phrase it as a question.

Yoongi grins wide enough that his gums show and tilts his head in mock submission. “Sure thing, buttercup.”

…

Jimin’s hand is tiny and soft and Yoongi wants nothing more than to hold it forever.

Their date was fun – a meal and then a few hours spent at a game center. Jimin had gotten annoyed whenever Yoongi cheated, secretly and blatantly at times, but the blinding smile he had made when he won got Yoongi close to swooning.

“I had a lot of fun.” Jimin practically purrs against Yoongi’s shoulder. He is pressed against the other’s side as much as he can, cheek rubbing against Yoongi’s arm every now and then to leave just a little more of his scent on the other alpha.

“I’m glad. I was a bit worried, gotta admit.” Yoongi really wants to wrap his arm around Jimin’s side, but he can’t do that while it is held hostage by the younger boy’s hold. “You were very bold when you just walked up and bit my gland. I’m very into that shit.”

Once reminded by that particular show of possession, Jimin hides his face against Yoongi’s shoulder and stops dead. “Don’t remind me! I was just—she was looking and I--- Aaaaaah!”

Yoongi laughs. He hugs Jimin close to himself with his other arm, rubbing soothingly across the younger alpha’s back. “I get it, you know, that alpha thing. I’ve just never done something quite that daring.”

“I’m still so, so sorry.”

Soon they continue their way back at Jimin’s place, all the while replying in the group chat about how their date had went and reminding both Hoseok and Taehyung that no, they do not plan to get down and dirty just yet. It’s funny though and a little bit sweet how the rest of the pack members are so supporting about the whole thing.

Yoongi gets to wrap his arm around Jimin’s waist and the younger is successful in stealing Yoongi’s leather jacket. They talk about the pack run that will happen next week, about the possibility of another date and what they can do during it. Somehow it soon turns into embarrassing rut and awkward boner stories.

“You’re the cutest.” Yoongi is holding Jimin’s face in his hands. He leans in and kisses the tip of the younger’s nose.

Jimin giggles, a quiet hehehehe, before he curls his fingers into Yoongi’s shirt and pulls the alpha close. The kiss starts as something simple, just the touch of lips and nothing else. But Jimin seems to get tired of it soon enough and bites Yoongi’s bottom lip lightly, pulls on it just a bit more before licking along the indent of his teeth that is left behind.

Yoongi growls against Jimin’s mouth and tilts the younger alpha’s head into a different angle, one comfy enough to deepen their kiss into something dirty and wet. Saliva slides down Jimin’s chin from the corner of his mouth as Yoongi’s tongue slides inside. Teeth clack as they move messily and Yoongi huffs a laugh when Jimin bites on his tongue.

When they pull apart the both of them are breathing hard, grinning wide.

“Holy shit.” Jimin whispers. His rips are red and puffy, slick with saliva.

Yoongi slides his thumb along Jimin’s bottom lip, dazed and pleased. “Damn right.” He swoops right back in then, needing all the kisses that Jimin is willing to give him.

…

“This sucks. Nature sucks. I think I stepped in deer shit.” Yoongi wobbles away from the car, muttering under his nose about how this weekend could have been spent in his comfortable bed, warm and happy. Asleep.

Behind him Seokjin is slowly shaking his head, judgment written all over his face. “Weak and whiny. You do this every time we come, even though you are all for it before actually coming here.” The omega has his lips pursed, torn between amused and annoyed.

“That’s because Yoon is an old grandpa!” Taehyung jumps out of Seokjin’s car while wearing only his underwear. He giggles and shimmies out of it, not even in the least bit shy about being naked in the middle of a forest. “Catch me, Kookie!”

The omega shifts seamlessly, easily, as if it was nothing more than breathing to him. The huge, light grey wolf bounds past Yoongi, as well as a tired-looking Namjoon, and into the forest. Jungkook scrambles to follow, trips in his haste to take off his shoes and pants at the same time. The frustrated growl that rumbles deep in the beta’s throat is already more animal than just the usual echo of it.

Namjoon looks up at the sky and sighs. “Thank god we’re already in the damn forest.” Behind him Taehyung howls and Jungkook almost rams into Namjoon as his dark brown, almost black, form darts past the alpha.

Seokjin laughs, squeaky and uncaring of his boyfriend’s inner suffering.

“Yoongles got woken up too soon, so he’s a bit grumpy. Nothing that Jiminie here can’t fix, right?” Hoseok winks at Jimin, still seated in Yoongi’s car and looking very pleased with himself.

Yoongi keeps muttering, even when Jimin walks up to him in order to poke the alpha’s bicep. The two alphas share a look, one amused and the other still cranky, before Hoseok jumps out of the car and runs up to Yoongi, only to jump on the alpha’s back. Because of the force and the unexpected weight, Yoongi faceplants into a small pile of pine needles with a cut off yell.

“Let’s go, my boys! We’re young, we’re free, we’re about to be naked together! This is the real party! Yoooooongles, come on, come on!” Hoseok presses a big, wet kiss on Yoongi’s cheek and runs away laughing. “Don’t worry, Jimin. Yoongles and I are just forever platonic boyfriends.”

“Serves you right.” Seokjin walks past, also naked, and smirks at Yoongi’s spluttering. He quickly shifts though, joining Namjoon and disappearing between the trees.

They are soon followed by Hoseok, who has left his own clothes on some moss, kicked into a messy pile.

 Yoongi spits out the pine needles that had gotten into his mouth and props himself up. “I hate all of them so much.”

“You love them.” Jimin is crouched next to Yoongi, head rested on his knees and cheeks bunched up in a happy smile. “And you’re all very lovely together, like a small family.” The alpha giggles a little, swaying on his feet back and forth just a tiny bit.

“Yeah, I do.” Yoongi sits down on the forest floor, legs stretched out before him and leaning back on his arms. “Dork, you’re one of us. Now go and run around, or whatever. I might join you later.”

The younger alpha sticks his tongue out and runs back to Yoongi’s car to stash his clothes in the vehicle and change behind the cover of the metal. Yoongi teases Jimin about his shyness, even if he does end up regretting that when the sandy-colored wolf licks a fat stripe up one side of his face.

“Park Jimin, you brat! That’s disgusting!”

Jimin yips back at Yoongi, tail wagging and ears pointed up, before he swivels his head towards the harmonized howls coming from the rest of their pack. The alpha joins in, eager and excited, before he takes off.

…

Yoongi is woken up from his nap by a crushing weight that suddenly drops onto him. Even before he opens his eyes, the alpha knows who exactly has jumped on him, but he still lets out an annoyed, warning growl as it’s hard to breathe. The mass rolls away to sleep on Yoongi’s legs then, so that the alpha can inhale a few shaky breaths and cough.

“What the fuck.”

When Yoongi finally opens his eyes and looks down, Jimin is a fluffy, even if a little dirty, image of an innocent, overgrown dog. The younger alpha has his puppy-eyes staring in angelic innocence up at Yoongi, ears twitching as he whines quietly.

“You are a heavy lying liar, Park Jimin.” Yoongi pushes the huge wolf, deceivingly big in this form, since Jimin the human is rather short, off of himself with some difficulty. Jimin, the brat, does nothing to help. “Get off.”

The wolf growls when moved, even goes as far as to try and bite the other alpha’s hands. Just as Yoongi starts getting really annoyed, another wolf jumps onto him – Hoseok this time. Despite Yoongi’s protests and squirming, Taehyung and Jungkook also join the growing puppy pile. Jungkook seems to have taken pity on the alpha, as he crawls under Yoongi’s back to act as a back support and make sure that the man does get some air.

Namjoon and Seokjin stay on the side, looking pretty smug for a couple of wolves. Yoongi is most certainly not amused.

“What do you all want from me?” The alpha buries his hands in Taehyung’s soft fur and tries to pinch the omega, but his tries are useless. Under him, Jungkook sneezes. “Go and, like, roll in mud or something. Why are you here?”

From the side, Namjoon huff-barks at Yoongi.

Hoseok wiggles atop Taehyung and starts licking Yoongi’s face. The beta’s breath isn’t the best at the moment. Having gotten off from the alpha’s legs, Jimin trots up and pushes his wet, cold nose where Yoongi’s neck curves into his shoulder and sniffs along the exposed skin.

Yoongi twitches and laughs, trying to lean away from both Jimin and Hoseok, for different reasons though. “Fuck, stop! No, no! Stop it!” The alpha is keeping Hoseok’s muzzle away from his face, but Jimin is harder to fight off.

They all struggle for a while, though the battle is finished when Taheyung joins in as well by gnawing on Yoongi’s exposed ankles. In the end the alpha gives in and shoos the four of the younger ones away so that he can get up and undress, then shift into his wolf.

It’s annoying, especially when he will have dirt and moss under his nails later on, but it’s better than being buried under all that weight of four giant animals. First Yoongi shakes out his fur and the stiffness of his limbs, before he repays Taehyung for the ankle biting.

While Jimin and Hoseok run away, yipping and barking in amusement, Jungkook bites into the alpha’s tail to drag Yoongi away from the omega. That then turns into an intense play-fight between the three of them, together with growling and mock-biting. It’s two against one, making it very unfair in Yoongi’s case, despite the alpha’s strength and size.

Namjoon is the one that stops the playing around with a short, cut-off howl. He howls one more time, though, this time longer, waiting for the others to join in. First is Seokjin, then Hoseok and Jimin, followed by Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung.

As a whole pack now, they start running around the forest, playing tag and chasing each other. Despite his laziness, Yoongi joins in and, in the end, teams up with Hoseok and Seokjin in chasing after the other four.

Jimin, as the brat that he actually is, keeps bumping and rubbing himself against Yoongi’s side. He nuzzles under the older alpha’s jaw, leaving his scent wherever he possibly can. While Yoongi gets it, the alpha need to mark their most precious person, even he is starting to get tired of the constant physical contact and scenting.

Seokjin, just to be a meddling asshole, very deliberately pushes Namjoon down on the forest floor and practically rolls on top of the alpha in order to get his scent all over him. Namjoon, as the whipped man that he is, lays still and relaxed as Seokjin shows off.

Seeing the glint of challenge in Jimin’s eyes, Yoongi snorts and takes off while he still can. That just leads to another gang-up on him, lead by Jimin and encouraged by Hoseok, the traitor of a best friend.

…

“Will you be okay driving?” Seokjin pats Yoongi’s naked shoulder as the man sleeps face down on the ground, naked. The omega then suddenly snaps his head up and glares. “Hoseok, don’t you dare put your naked ass in my car! Find your clothes and get dressed.”

The alpha grunts something that might resemble a yes, Seokjin isn’t sure, but it’s good enough for him. And, if anything, then Jimin can just take over the driving.

“This is an anarchy! You can’t make me do anything!” Hoseok starts throwing pinecones, which then bounce off of Yoongi and miss Seokjin entirely.

Seokjin throws pinecones right back at the beta. “If you want to get home I sure as hell can! Or do you want to hitch a ride with the unresolved sexual tension couple?” The omega cheers when one of his pinecones hits Hoseok’s forehead.

“Damn you. But you still have Tae and Kook there.” Hosek starts walking around, trying to find where he dumped his clothes before shifting. It doesn’t take long for him to find the pile, a little moist from they were left on the mossy patch.

Seokjin shrugs. “Tae is already asleep and Kookie won’t be long either, they are the ones that bounced around the most. Kids, the both of them.”

From his seat by the car’s steering wheel, Namjoon snickers into his palm. “Let Yoon sleep there. Jimin went to fetch his stuff from that clearing he napped in earlier.” He glances back, to check the backseat, where the two youngest are curled up together and already asleep.”We’ll go when Hobi wears his pants, then.”

“Stay strong, Yoongi. And be careful of pine needles.” Seokjin pats the alpha’s naked back and heads to the car.

…

Yoongi has barely put on his pants when Jimin pushes him against the car doors. The younger alpha breathes in and out slowly, waiting for something. Yoongi smirks, tilts his head, just like he had done that day in Jimin’s bathroom, before he places his hands on the boy’s hips.

The shiver that Jimin feels just from touch alone is very visible.

“Is it-- no, I want to do it. Can we? I mean, I know we haven’t had a lot of dates but I just, you know.” Jimin is blushing, a pretty pink that makes his cheeks darker. Despite the pheromones and the way his scent has thickened, the young alpha is still shy, unsure.

Yoongi sneaks his thumbs under Jimin’s shirt and rubs small circles right above the boy’s hipbones. The skin there is warm, soft to the touch. “You’re so pretty.” Anticipation thrums through his body and responds to Jimin’s needy scent. “Want to take charge, get me all ready and prepped?”

Jimin smiles, sweet and charming, despite the situation that they are in. “No, no. I wanna feel you, inside.” He leans closer, eyes half-lidded as he kisses Yoongi’s Adam’s apple.

For a while they stand like this, Yoongi holding Jimin close as the younger peppers little kisses and licks over his neck, shoulders and then along the curve of his jaw. It’s sweet, a little painful when the younger alpha nips and sucks hickeys along the way, his hands kneading Yoongi’s butt for support.

“Have you ever bottomed, pretty baby?” Yoongi breathes out a sigh when Jimin kisses down his chest. He’s already getting hard from their combined pheromones and Jimin’s touches, from his own need to reach out in order to mark and scent every part of Jimin that he can get his hands on.

The younger alpha shakes his head, clearly a bit embarrassed. He stops the feather-light kisses and pulls away a little, one hand going up to ruffle his hair. “I’ve... never. I thought about it, sometimes, but. Never found anyone I wanted to try with?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Yoongi raise one hand to cup Jimin’s face and slide his thumb over the swell of the younger’s bottom lip. It gives under the touch, plump and so inviting. “Make sure you don’t want anyone else but me after this.” The alpha’s grin is wolfish, teasing.

Jimin giggles. He lets his body fall forward and against Yoongi’s, as if it is the most natural thing in the world. A breathy moan falls from his lips when his own half-hard dick bumps against Yoongi’s. The young alpha swallows and pulls Yoongi down for a kiss.

They kiss seemingly forever. Saliva and moans mix together, Yoongi’s tongue brushes against Jimin’s lip right before he bites down on it, drawing out a growly whine from the younger. As an apology, Yoongi kisses the bite before he pulls Jimin even closer, changes the angle and lets his tongue slip into the other boy’s mouth.

When they pull apart, Jimin’s lips are bruised a pretty deep red and Yoongi is panting hard.

“God, I want to make you forget your own name.” Yoongi’s eyes are frozen on the peek of Jimin’s pink tongue, the way it licks away the saliva from the corners of the young alpha’s mouth.

Jimin moans, eyelids fluttering. His fingers curl into fists against Yoongi’s chest and his nails catch on the alpha’s nipples. “Please.”

“Fuck. Okay.” Yoongi searches for the door handle blindly, all his attention meant only for Jimin right now. “We need to get in the car and you’re doing this to me right now. Fuck, Jimin.” Yoongi kisses Jimin once more, just as his fingers finally manage to open the car door.

Now Yoongi is the one who pushes Jimin inside, watches the young alpha fall on the leather seats with his shirt disheveled and pants unbuttoned. There is a peek of Jimin’s bellybutton, a light trail of hair that leads down towards his pelvis. Yoongi breathes heavily through his nose and has to remind himself to get lube.

“Lube, I need to get the fucking lube. Stay here.” Yoongi swats the other boy’s thigh, his mood switching from teasing and dominating to something more playful and easygoing.

Jimin laughs, raising a little to take off his shirt. He slides deeper into the car, so that his legs don’t uncomfortably hang out of it anymore. He laughs even more when Yoongi comes back, wobbling awkwardly now that he is fully hard and straining against the tight underwear.

“That’s a big bottle of lube.” Jimin pushes his foot against Yoongi’s dick when the alpha has gotten inside the car; half-way crouched over Jimin’s legs.

Yoongi lets out a deep moan, eyes flashing as he leans more against Jimin’s foot. “Didn’t you tell me yourself that your ass doesn’t get wet? So we need a lot of lube, baby. Gonna get your hole all nice and stretched out, wet for me, ready for me.” He rocks forward, encouraged by the sudden choked-off gasp that Jimin makes from Yoongi’s words alone. “Gonna use my fingers, gonna make you feel so good.”

“Oh god.” Jimin falls against the car door, one leg still bent and foot moving against Yoongi’s dick. “Yoongi stop, oh my god. How the hell can you say all that with a straight face?”

“I live with Hoseok, you know?” Yoongi chuckles, breathless and barely making a sound. He pulls Jimin’s foot away, brings it close to his own lips to kiss the alpha’s ankle. “My pretty, shy baby.” The kiss turns into a bite, and then Yoongi sucks a dark hickey next to the bump of the ankle bone.

Jimin swallows as his toes curl up. “You’re so weird.” He breathes in deep, eyes seemingly already deep into the need to feel more, everything, Yoongi.

“Listen, this is a kinkshaming free car. Let me live and coo over your cute feet and self.” Yoongi bites Jimin’s ankle bone and then drops the alpha’s foot. Before continuing anything else, though, he reaches behind and closes the car door.

Inside the limited space it already smells heavily like sex and arousal.

Yoongi leans down to kiss along Jimin’s navel, he leaves hickeys on the soft bump of the alpha’s tummy. He licks along Jimin’s sides and kisses his way up to the boy’s nipples. He takes one into his mouth, teeth gentle as they bite down on the hard bud. Underneath him, Jimin gasps, shudders and slides his palms underneath Yoongi’s jeans and underwear in order to grab onto the alpha’s ass once more.

“You have such an amazing butt, holy shit.” Jimin gasps, fingers tightening their hold onto the said ass. His legs twitch and tighten around the wide spread of Yoongi’s hips. “Ahh, don’t bite, ow.”

Reluctantly Yoongi pulls away, though his mouth is replaced by his fingers that now pinch and press on the saliva-wet but. “But I want to.” He even pouts down at Jimin, eyes wide.

“No. Now chop, chop. You said something about stretching me.” Jimin pushes against Yoongi’s chest, even brings up his leg to press it against the alpha’s stomach. “I’m waiting.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Impatient. Whatever, but you will definitely need to get rid of the pants. Before I rip them off of you.” His fingers flex against Jimin’s waist before Yoongi hooks them behind the elastic band of the alpha’s underwear.

It’s a little awkward in the cramped space, but soon Jimin’s pants and underwear join his shirt, in a crumpled pile on the car’s floor. Jimin squirms, his legs bent and covering his front from Yoongi’s view. When the older alpha reaches out and wraps his fingers around his ankles, Jimin growls and kicks them off, one foot once again pushing down on Yoongi’s erection while his other leg dangles off from the seat.

“You tease.” Yoongi breathes low, swallowing hard when Jimin’s foot presses down, toes curling around the head of his dick. “Teasing me like this, so pretty when you lay before me. Fuck, I want to touch you so bad.”

“Touch me.” Jimin hisses through his teeth, his voice low and raspy, as if he had just woken up. His fingers slide along the leather, itching to clutch onto something, anything. “Please, touch me, Yoongi. Come on, come on. Please.”

With a whispered curse Yoongi searches for the bottle of lube that he had thrown somewhere a while back. It has managed to roll under the front seat somehow and the alpha curses once more, impatient and aroused, needing to make Jimin feel good as soon as possible, needing for the other alpha to smell like him, carry his marks and call out his name and his name alone.

When the bottle is finally back in his hands, Yoongi first brushes his hair back, proud and amused by the needy whine that Jimin makes when he sees the action. Thankfully the lube is warm when it drops onto Yoongi’s fingers. Some of it slips through and drops onto the leather and Jimin’s leg.

“Why is that so hot?” Jimin breathes and his dick twitches where it lies hard against his stomach. “Why are you so hot?” He wiggles his butt, enticing the other alpha into moving on quicker, impatient to finally feel Yoongi’s fingers inside of him.

Yoongi chuckles. “You are an impatient baby.” First he slides his lube-slick fingers down the length of Jimin’s dick, enjoying the jump of surprise and the way Jimin bites down on his bottom lip. “So sexy when you beg me, even sexier when you order me around.” He bypasses Jimin’s balls, rubs teasingly at the stretch of skin between them and the alpha’s rim.

Jimin moans, drawn-out and low, his head leaned back so that the stretch of his neck is bared for easy access. Yoongi bites down on the still unmarried skin there, just below Jimin’s ear at the same time when his fingers press lightly against Jimin’s rim.

“One day I will eat you out, make you come just from my tongue.” Yoongi rumbles as his lips move along the column of Jimin’s neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys and light bite marks. “I’ll make you so wet, as if you were an omega, get you to fall apart on my bed, put you back together as well. Wouldn’t you like that, baby?”

Jimin keens and his hips move, push against Yoongi’s fingers just as the alpha pushes one inside. The choked off moan only fuels Yoongi’s desire, makes his pheromones even stronger. He starts off slow, just one finger moving in and out as Jimin starts to relax and then, beg for more.

“Come on. One more, I want one more. Move, move, move.” Jimin tangles his fingers into Yoongi’s hair, moves his knee, which had at some point replaced his foot, against the older alpha’s dick.

“Greedy.” Yoongi leaves one final bite on Jimin’s shoulder and then pulls back. “Okay, since you asked so nicely.” He pulls his finger out and then pushes two inside of the wet, hot tightness.

The sight is one that makes Yoongi groan and rock against Jimin’s knee on his own. Jimin’s hole is glistening with lube as his fingers disappear inside, accompanied by a quiet squelch. The young alpha’s hips move against Yoongi’s fingers on their own as Jimin himself hiccups little breathless gasps.

“Shit, fuck. I wan-- I wanna do, do this to you. As well. Oh.” Jimin swallows hard and stares Yoongi down. It’s hot, the way Jimin’s eyes shine with the excitement of the thought alone, about Yoongi being in his place and the noises that the older alpha would make. “Fuck.”

Yoongi stretches out his fingers, searching for that one spot inside of Jimin that will make the younger forget everything and beg for more. “I can’t wait, baby. I’ll take your pretty dick so well, ride you so hard. You’d want that, right?” He grins as he sees the response his words have caused.

Jimin moans loudly, his back bows a little from the seat as he reaches down to tug on his, until now, neglected dick. Just as he squeezes right under the head, Yoongi finally finds what he has been looking for and pressed down.

The sound that comes from Jimin’s mouth is nothing like what he has made so far. It’s long and loud, choked off when the feeling becomes too much, something that tapers into a sob of pleasure. Jimin comes, his dick twitching in his own hold as white cum dribbles out from the tip.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, that-what was… Oh god.” Jimin blabbers, still not quite back down from the high of his orgasm.

“No need to call me god, babe. I’m just me.” Yoongi laughs. Once again he reaches for the lube and opens the bottle with the help of his teeth. “We’re not done yet.” He squirts more of it on the fingers that are still inside of Jimin, uses the liquid more than he needs to, probably.

Jimin huffs and his whole body shudders again. “Your fingers are magical. Holy shit, I don’t even need your dick anymore, what the hell.”

“Please, my dick is so much better.” Yoongi bites down on Jimin’s knee as he pushes another finger inside, the squelching sound louder this time. “I’ll get you to scream some more, you just wait.”

The stretch seems to be just right judging by the way Jimin sobs, mouth now full with his own fingers. His tongue works around them, lips pushed in a slight pout. Yoongi snarls at the sight, stupidly jealous that those aren’t his fingers, or maybe even his dick, wrapped up in the softness of Jimin’s lips.

“You keep this up and I will pop a fucking knot, gonna knot you, gonna make you smell like me for days.” Yoongi breathes. He increases the speed of his fingers, spreads them out to get Jimin accustomed to the stretch. “And then I think about you under me, holding me up with these thighs, thrusting up into me. Fuck, Jimin, I really might pop a knot outside of a rut, all because of you. Only because of you, because of the noises you make, the way you move your body.”

Jimin huffs, reaches out to hold onto the headrest of the front seat. “Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me already. I wanna, I-- ahhhhh-- I wanna feel you.” He hiccups and then grins, wide and a little devious, as he pushes his leg back up again, against Yoongi’s straining erection. “Heh heh, you’re so hard.”

“Keep fuckin’ telling you.” Yoongi shudders from the pressure, his breath loud and deep as he tries to calm down. “But you don’t listen, do you? Just enjoy my fingers in your pretty ass, the slide of the lube.”

“My ass is the best, you should be glad I’m allowing you anywhere near it.” Jimin makes grabby hands towards Yoongi. His previous shyness is long since gone, that powerful and confident side of him now on full display. “Now kiss me, I want all the kisses.”

“All for you, baby.”

Yoongi kisses hard now, all teeth and open mouths. It’s a mess, with lots of saliva and tongue, needy little sounds that bounce between the two of them. Jimin’s nails scratch down Yoongi’s back, his hips rock up, in search of touch and more friction for his neglected dick. They rock against each other, trading kisses and breathing in the other’s scent.

Clumsily, Yoongi pushes down his pants and underwear. The small sigh of relief when his dick is freed doesn’t go unnoticed by Jimin, who swallows it and then presses openmouthed kisses across Yoongi’s jaw. He moves lower, across Yoongi’s shoulder, where the kisses soon they turn into bites, some lighter and some stronger, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, the older alpha rests his forehead in the juncture of Jimin’s neck and makes soft noises every time teeth graze his skin.

“Tell me if it’s too much, baby. Tell me and I’ll stop.” Yoongi drips more lube onto his palm and slicks up his dick. The touch makes him buck forward in his own hold, moan into Jimin’s sweaty skin. “Promise me.”

Jimin hooks one leg over Yoongi’s lower back and pinches the man in his sweaty armpit. “I’ll throw you off if I need to. Now get moving, I’m not getting any younger.” The younger alpha then giggles, clear and childish, when Yoongi whines about bullying.

Without looking and a little clumsily, Yoongi pulls back one of Jimin’s ass cheeks, while his other hand holds his own dick. He needs to stop when the head of his dick slips into Jimin’s heat since it’s too much. The slide is easy, despite the way Jimin clenches just slightly around him. Slowly and carefully Yoongi thrusts in and then pulls back out, getting his boyfriend used to the feeling, to the stretch and the burn that comes with it.

The content sigh that leaves Jimin’s lips once Yoongi is flush against him, hips against hips and bodies pressed as close together as possible, is music to the older alpha’s ears.

“Move. I’m… oh, I’m so okay, move.” Jimin has his eyes half-lidded, pupils blown wide as he pushes Yoongi’s head back with his palm against the alpha’s forehead to look into his eyes.  “I’ve been missing out all this time.”

Yoongi can’t help but snort and hang his head low, mouth puffing out air against Jimin’s collarbone. “You will be the death of me, Park Jimin.” He rocks just slightly, a test to see how the movement jostles Jimin’s whole body.

“I liked baby better, bring it back.” Jimin sounds breathless, as if everything that comes out of his mouth is nothing more than an afterthought.

With another huffed laugh Yoongi sits up, hands now holding onto Jimin’s hips again.  He starts moving – shallow and slow thrusts, gentle rocks that make Jimin’s toes curl and breath hiccup in his chest. The sight is amazing, something that Yoongi wants to burn in his eyelids and never forget. The way Jimin’s whole body moves along with the thrusts, the way his sweaty skin shines in the setting sun, his breathy moans and flushed face – Yoongi wants to keep all of this just to himself.

Impatient for more, now that he has had a little, Jimin slaps the closest part of Yoongi that can find. “Move, Yoongi, move.” The alpha doesn’t even bother to open his eyes as he growls out a demand. It’s so incredibly sexy.

“Yeah, yeah, my king.” Yoongi grips the tops of Jimin’s thighs hard enough that there will surely be bruises later on, maybe, and increases his speed, the roughness of his every move.

Jimin cries out, one hand reaching out to hold onto the front seat while his whole body rocks forward and back, his head keeps bumping against the window glass from the rough movements jostling him. The alpha then starts pushing back against Yoongi’s dick, in search of more.

All of the car’s widows have long since fogged over from the heat that comes from the two of them.

Suddenly Jimin chokes on his own breath and bends forward, eyes wide and hands scrambling to hold onto something. He chants a chain of there, there, there as Yoongi starts moving even more urgently, frantic as he chases his own building release. Between them, Jimin’s dick is painfully hard, untouched as it bounces against the alpha’s stomach.

“Close, so clo-ose. Not gonna cum in-inside.” Yoongi uses Jimin’s closeness to pull the alpha into another kiss, one that is more shared frantic breathing than kissing.

Yoongi mutters something unintelligible against Jimin’s mouth and pulls out, grunts when he comes all over the younger’s balls and ass. He instantly reaches down to massage the warm cum into Jimin’s skin, sloppy and careless. Jimin whines, yanks onto Yoongi’s hair in a demand for something.

“Please, please, please.” Jimin is begging, desperate for release as he tugs at his own dick in hopes of some relief. “Touch me, touch me, touch me. I need more, please.”

“Oh fuck, of course. All for you, baby, all for you.” Yoongi pushes three fingers straight back into Jimin’s hole and pushes down on that one spot that had made Jimin scream just moments ago.

It works this time as well, as the young alpha tenses against Yoongi, mouth open in a long moan, hand frantic as it strokes out the last of his orgasm. Jimin’s stomach is sticky with cum, his chest all marked up by Yoongi’s teeth and hickeys, dick too sensitive to touch anymore.

For a while there is silence in that car. The both of them sag against each other, breathing hard and blissfully sated. Jimin’s peppermint scent clings onto Yoongi like a second skin, while Jimin smells like nothing but Yoongi’s own heavy rosemary. Yoongi’s wolf preens, pleased and proud.

Jimin yawns, his arms wrapped around Yoongi’s chest and head laid against his shoulder. “You were right. Anything is possible with enough lube, holy shit.” There is a growly echo to his words, it sounds almost like a pleased purr that comes from deep within his chest.

“Told you.” Yoongi slides his hands down Jimin’s back, trying to soothe and relax the other even more. “Damn, how awkward would that have been if I had knotted you? So much for a third date, huh.”

“You’re a dumbass.” Jimin laughs. Right now he is quiet and sleepy as his fingers are drawing lopsided dicks and hearts along Yoongi’s shoulder. “I don’t wanna move anymore.”

Yoongi pinches Jimin’s butt. “Too bad, we have to. Unless you want to sleep on these lubed up seats, in the middle of a damn forest.”

“Damn your logic and sense.”

The older alpha shakes his head, but still presses a sweet little kiss on the top of Jimin’s head. It’s a kind of a consolation prize, for agreeing to move even though Jimin clearly doesn’t want to do anything else but nap.

…

Just as Yoongi opens the door to his apartment he is in the face with a wet rag. The alpha sputters, nose wrinkling at the stench of moist, not-so-fresh cloth. Behind him, Jimin bumps into his back from how hard he is laughing.

“The hell did you guys do? Try to eat each other? Holy shit, my Yoongles.” Hoseok bounces up to the two alphas, shiny-eyed and inquisitive as he pulls on the neck of Yoongi’s sweater to take a closer look at the numerous hickeys and bites that Jimin has left on the alpha’s neck and shoulder. “You two also stink so bad.”

Jimin preens, the deceiving puffball that he is, mouth stretched in a wide grin.

Yoongi bares his teeth in annoyance when Hoseok’s fingers press on one of the darker hickeys. “Can you not? It hurts.” The alpha bats away Hoseok’s wandering fingers, more amused than annoyed, really.

“I marked a lot.” Jimin skips past the two best friends, energized and very please with himself all of a sudden, as he throws a peace sign at them over his shoulder. “I’m gonna borrow your shower!”

Hoseok purses his lips into a duckface, eyes narrowed as he glances from Jimin’s retreating back to Yoongi’s carefully indifferent, blank face. For full judgmental visage purposes, the beta puts his hands on his hips, looking more like a displeased mother by the second. “So Jinnie was right, I really did not want to stay behind with you and your lingering sexual tension.” The beta leans closer and sniffs at Yoongi. “Hmm, hmmmmm. So, as your best friend and platonic soulmate, I demand details.”

“Why are you like this?” Yoongi is this close to slapping his palm on the beta’s face just because.

“Because I love you, my forever side-hoe, and I want to know everything about your dick game.” Hoseok amps up his cuteness and makes a bunch of weird faces that usually get all the people swooning at him. “Come on, pleeeease? You know all about mine.”

The alpha huffs, even if he gently pats Hoseok’s cheek. “Sure I do, but only because you tell me even if I don’t want to hear anything about it. Go bug Jimin about it, I’m going to sleep.”

“Ew. Are you really that desperate for a nap that you’d go sleeping without a shower? I don’t know if you’re super manly or super lazy.” Hoseok clicks his tongue in judgment.

“Just lazy.” Yoongi has the gall to throw finger guns at his best friend, paired up with an obnoxious wink for good measure.

…

This time when Yoongi wakes up, he has his head on Jimin’s shoulder and the other alpha’s arms are wrapped tightly around him. It’s bright, very warm and Jimin’s snores are kind of endearing.

Yoongi wrinkles his nose a little and then wiggles around to get his boyfriend’s hold to loosen up enough for him to get out of the caging embrace. He really needs to pee and Jimin is not helping with taking care of this need with all of his cuteness and sleepy clinginess that is currently going on. Yoongi may be a whipped man already, but there are some things he is not willing to sacrifice to Jimn’s softness and cuteness.

“Sto’ mooov’ng.” Jimin curls himself tighter around Yoongi, displeased by the movement that woke him up. “Sleep.” The alpha is pretty much whining, uncaring of anything else but Yoongi’s warmth against himself.

“Baby, I need the bathroom. Come on, let me up.” Yoongi pokes Jimin’s stomach and, when that doesn’t do anything, pinches the sleepy boy’s nipple though his borrowed shirt.

Jimin whines again and lets go of Yoongi. He rolls away from the alpha’s wandering hands and curls up in a little ball, taking with him all the blankets. “So mean. I don’ d’serve this bullying.”

Yoongi kisses the back of Jimin’s exposed neck and gets up to head to the bathroom.

When he comes back, the younger alpha has already uncurled from his ball and sleeps spread out like a starfish, taking up all the space in the bed. Jimin blinks sleepily at the ceiling, but then turns to smile at Yoongi, still a little puffy and very soft from sleep.

“Morning sleepy baby.” The older alpha lays on top of Jimin, snickering about the little grunts that the other makes because of the weight now pushing down on him. “You were all curled up around me.”

“Mmm, ‘cause you’re all mine.” Jimin pouts, now more awake than he was moments ago. He wraps his arms loosely around Yoongi’s shoulders and pulls the alpha down for light morning kisses.

They kiss lazily, unhurriedly. The soft smacking sounds that their lips make soon get Jimin giggling into Yoongi’s mouth, causing the other alpha to shake a little in his own silent laughter. Soon the kisses turn a little deeper, luring out pretty moans from both of them. Jimin finally drops Yoongi off from himself, shying away from the older alpha’s wandering fingers tickling along his sides.

“Noooo, too early. Yoongi.” Jimin kicks out and pulls the blanket over himself once more as a sort of a shield.

Yoongi rolls his eyes and pulls his boyfriend closer again, this time with the intention to cuddle for as long as possible. “Fine, fine. Go back to sleep.” He nuzzles the top of Jimin’s head with his nose, throws one leg over both of Jimin’s.

“You’re the one who woke me up in the first place.”

“Eh, details.”