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Over the few weeks Jungkook has known Jimin, he’s been fortunate enough to witness many of the older omega’s smiles. The hesitant ones, the curious ones, the hopeful and the bittersweet.
The one he’s wearing now is new, full of warmth and excitement.
“I promise you’ll like it there,” Jimin says, his face glowing as he squeezes Jungkook’s shoulder. “Our pack is super nice, and ever since Namjoon-hyung became head alpha, everything’s been amazing.”
Jungkook must not look convinced, or maybe his apprehension is just too obvious, because Jimin laughs self-consciously.
“Okay, so maybe this—” he gestures around pointedly at the wolves surrounding what’s left of Jungkook’s former pack, “—isn’t winning you over, but it’s just a precaution, I swear.”
The Jeons have been asked to remain in human form out of caution, undoubtedly, in case anyone happens to turn rogue as they’re getting herded to their new home. Not that that would happen—it’s mostly only the betas and omegas left, along with the alphas who didn’t put up a fight. When the Kims attacked this morning, the Jeon leader and those loyal to him were either killed or fled with their tails between their legs.
“Don’t worry, no one’s gonna be breathing down your neck like this when we get there,” Jimin adds almost nervously, when Jungkook’s been silent for too long.
Jungkook nods, if only to put him at ease. He pulls his tunic tighter around his body, a subconscious action of self-protection rather than reaction to the autumn chill. His eyes stay trained on the damp forest floor as he steps over large branches, keeps his feet steady when they pass through slippery, rocky areas. His deerskin shoes are old and unraveling at the seams, inadequate for long travel, but they’re the only pair he owns.
It’s not like he had a choice in the first place, but Jungkook still isn’t sure about leaving the only home he’s ever known for a clan where omegas are apparently allowed to address their head alpha by ‘hyung’ instead of ‘Leader.’ Jungkook feels no attachment towards any of the people who perished today, nor even for the ones he’s travelling with now, but the Jeon pack and its traditions were the only thing he grew up knowing. And now all of that’s gone.
Jimin’s nice. Perhaps Jungkook’s a fool for trusting him, but he was nice to Jungkook even after Jimin and the rest of his hunting group were captured by the Jeon clan for accidentally straying into their territory. At first, Jungkook didn’t know what to make of the group. What was an omega like Jimin doing hunting instead of tending to his home-making duties? And he had such nerve, too. His voice may have been soft but there was steel behind it, he was always quick to assert his opinions, talking back to the alphas in his group when they said something he didn’t like.
Yet the older omega was unconditionally kind to Jungkook, who was tasked with bringing food once a day to the shed they were locked in, a willing pawn of his pack. The role that Jungkook played in their imprisonment didn’t seem to affect Jimin’s opinion of him, strangely enough, even though he must have known the Jeon alphas were demanding an impossible sum to return them to their pack. And Jungkook was too obedient, too unfamiliar with the concept of rebellion to even think about helping them escape.
At the end of the day, it wasn’t even about the money. Jungkook’s pretty sure his clan would have eventually killed the prisoners out of some sort of act of dominance. The impending bloodshed from the power struggle with the Kims has been years in the making, after all, though Jungkook doesn’t understand why his former pack wanted to expand into Kim territory in the first place. They had more than enough land at their disposal to live comfortably.
“Speaking of, I never asked how old you were,” Jimin chirps, arms held behind his back as he tilts his head to meet Jungkook’s lowered eyes.
“Twenty-four,” he mumbles.
Jimin gasps. “And your head alpha didn’t force you to mate anyone? Well, that’s unexpected. I thought he would’ve sold you off as soon as possible, that piece of trash.”
Jungkook flinches, a deep-rooted reflex at hearing uncomplimentary words towards their leader. Then he remembers the man’s dead.
“Um...’cause no one wanted me,” he murmurs.
He’s a bit ashamed of his undesirability, as he expects anyone might be. But mostly, it doesn’t matter to him that no one wanted to be his mate since he didn’t want to be anyone’s either. He felt like he could barely care for himself—how was he supposed to tend to a mate and raise a pup too?
“What?” Jimin squawks. “Why? You’re so cute!”
“I don’t...have anything to offer.” Jungkook adjusts the strap of his knapsack. He doesn’t have much in there, mostly clothes, some small trinkets he’s collected throughout his life. All of his belongings packed up in a bag, light as a feather at first, but they’ve been walking long enough that even that’s starting to feel heavy. “My parents died in a hunting accident when I was young. I-I don’t have a dowry, or status or money. And, um...I don’t...excel at any of my duties either. Anyone can cook and clean.”
Jimin rolls his eyes so hard that Jungkook worries he’ll hurt himself. “Of course that’s what those pigs care about. Well, good news for you, we have lotsa unmated alphas in our pack. Kind ones too, you’ll have your pick! I’m sure you—agh!”
Jungkook looks up in alarm at the strangled noise. He blinks at the alpha plastered to Jimin’s side, arm coiled around his neck and nuzzling his ear. Jungkook recognizes him as the one who grabbed Jimin in a long hug earlier when the rescuers came for the hunting group, and his scent matches the one that lingers on the omega’s body, laced with his own.
“Yoongi-hyung!” Jimin scolds, although he’s absolutely beaming, his grin stretching ear-to-ear. “Shouldn’t you be at the back? Protecting us like the big, strong alpha you’re supposed to be?”
The man, Yoongi, growls playfully at him. “I haven’t seen my mate in weeks, shut up and let me scent him.”
“You already did earlier,” Jimin continues to complain, but his body melts against the alpha’s and he twists his neck to give him more room. Once he’s done, Yoongi pulls away with a warm smile that has Jungkook staring. When the alpha’s gaze drifts to his, he jumps, lowering his eyes.
“Who’s this?” Yoongi asks, not unkindly. “D’you make a friend?”
“Yeah!” Jimin claps Jungkook on the shoulder. “This is Jungkookie. Jungkookie, my mate Yoongi.”
“H-hi,” Jungkook manages.
“Hey. Uh. Welcome to the pack, I guess.”
Jungkook glances up at him, surprised at both the words and the gentle, flustered tone. He can’t remember an alpha ever speaking to him like that. It sort of reminds him of his dad.
“Thank you,” he murmurs.
“Go away now,” Jimin orders, swatting at Yoongi. Jungkook gapes at his insolence but Yoongi lets it roll over him like it’s a normal occurrence, seems to be amused, even. “I have to get our maknae caught up on the gossip so he’ll know which alphas are worthy of his attention.”
“Great.” Yoongi turns to Jungkook. “You’d better watch out, our resident matchmaker’s got his eye on you.”
Jimin smacks him on the arm. “Go. Away!”
Jungkook’s energy wanes as they continue their trek, but the alternating bouts of interrogation from Jimin and semi-comfortable silence keep him from dwelling on the weakness in his legs.
When they finally reach their destination, however, his fatigue is blown away. At the end of the forest is a massive waterfall that cascades over a sky-high cliff. And on the side of the waterfall is a small opening between the water and the rocks that leads to a maze of caves. The journey through the caves is lengthy, but Jungkook forgets about that when they reach the other side. To his wonder, he stands before an enormous valley, protected on all sides by mountains far in the horizon.
A sprawling forest fills the pitted space, and from this high up, Jungkook can make out a clearing in the middle filled with cabins. Farther out are farm lands, stretching around several big red barns. It’s evening now, the sky streaked with the setting sun's last rays of colour, and in the darkness, Jungkook can make out the twinkling lights of the encampment at the core of this—hamlet? Village? There’s one massive light in the middle of it that looks like a bonfire.
“Wow,” Jungkook breathes.
“I know, right,” Jimin says smugly. “Welcome to your new home, Jungkook-ah!”
The apprehension and fear that have been weighing on him all day lift by a fraction, and for the first time, Jungkook feels the barest hint of hope. He wonders what kind of future awaits him here. Which is ridiculous, he knows, because he’s sure that once he’s accustomed to this new place, the same monotony of duties, chores, the responsibilities of day-to-day life will set in.
But maybe it won’t be so bad, if he’ll get to do it in a place this beautiful.
Kim Namjoon somehow manages to be imposing but warm at the same time. He recites the pack pledge to the newcomers and explains the basics of how he expects the next few days to take place.
Jungkook listens but the only thing he really hears is the word ‘freedom.’ Freedom to fall into roles that best suit their skills, freedom to make friends with whoever they want, freedom to leave, should they choose to do so. Jungkook wonders why Namjoon doesn’t seem worried that any deserters would out the location of the camp, and when he asks Jimin, the elder smirks, telling him there’s no way any intruder would make it alive out of the maze of caves.
When Jungkook takes a look around the bonfire, he observes that most of the Kim omegas stand slightly behind their alphas, as is custom. Instinct, in fact. Their faces are tense, wary of the Jeons who are dirty and worn from a day of travel, but what Jungkook notices is how these omegas seem to lean in towards their mates, as if the presence of their alphas alone provide them comfort. Some of the omegas whisper to their alphas, who smile and laugh with them. It’s a heartwarming, promising sight.
Jungkook feels something unfamiliar twinge in his chest. He’s long since gotten used to being alone, never yearned for a connection to anyone. No one tried to be his friend back with his clan, let alone anything more, and he didn’t seek anyone out either. The only example he recalls of anything resembling the love in the stories he’s heard, is between his parents. When he was younger, he wanted something like what they had, he thinks. It’s a vague feeling. He doesn’t remember well.
“C’mon,” Jimin nudges him, and Jungkook jolts, realizing he lost himself in his thoughts. Namjoon has finished speaking, now going around greeting the Jeon alphas, shaking their hands. Jungkook tries not to mirror the alphas’ gawking. “I’ll show you to the omega quarters!”
He’s led around the bonfire to a large cottage where people are milling around, chatting in small groups. They collectively stop when Jimin approaches with Jungkook, whose gaze immediately drops to the ground.
“Hey guys! This is Jungkookie. He’s kinda shy but super sweet.” Jimin elbows him gently.
“Hello,” he mumbles.
To his pleasant surprise, the others chorus back their greetings, and he manages to lift his head, comforted by their now relaxed stance.
“Jin-hyung’s inside,” one of them tells Jimin, walking over. “We just finished setting up the new beds! We didn’t know how many would be coming so if there’s lots extra, we’ll just clean up them up later.” He grins at Jungkook. “Hi, I’m Yugyeom.”
“N-nice to meet you.”
“You too! Come along now, you’re the first so you get to choose which bed you want,” Yugyeom giggles. Jungkook follows him, but he tenses when he realizes Jimin’s still standing there with a proud smile.
“You aren’t coming?” Jungkook asks him, afraid despite himself.
Jimin blinks at him. “Oh, I don’t actually live here! My cabin’s super close though, just on that side.” He points across the camp. “I’m mated, so I live with Yoongi in our own place.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Th-that cabin’s all yours?” It’s not insanely big or anything, quaint and cozy-looking, but if it were the Jeons, they would’ve squeezed half of their omegas in there.
“Yeah! Once you mate, you can build your own too.” Jimin winks. Then his face softens, and he puts an arm around Jungkook’s neck. “Are you nervous? I’ll come with you, you’ll totally love Jin-hyung, I promise. He’s our head omega. I hope you like dad jokes ’cause I sure don’t have the energy to entertain him.”
The three-floor cottage is larger than any quarters Jungkook’s ever seen assigned to omegas. There are neat piles of blankets spread throughout the open space and Jungkook picks one in the very corner of the first floor, close to the front door, which he suspects hasn’t been claimed due to the draftiness. It’s not a problem for him, merely a matter of wearing more to sleep. He tends to wake up early in the mornings and doesn’t want to disturb anyone when he goes out.
His instincts urge him to build a nest on the bed with his clothes, but he’s not sure of the rules here and doesn’t want to be inappropriate or intrusive, so he settles for rubbing his clothes over the bedding. They even gave him a pillow that’s so soft it must be filled with feathers. Jungkook’s never slept on such plush bedding before. He’s used to threadbare blankets, not this wonderful cushiony stuff.
The Kim pack throws a feast to welcome their new members who finally begin to loosen up, warm from the heated mead, juicy pork, and friendly company. Jungkook eats only until he’s full, not wanting to overwhelm his stomach from the rich foods, and listens to Jimin and Yugyeom gossip.
“You should totally seduce him,” Jimin is cackling, slapping Yugyeom on the back. “Just, like, go sit reeeaaal close to him and put your hand on his thigh. That’s the perfect level of enticing for you vanilla boys.”
Yugyeom puts his face in his hands and whines. Jungkook’s curiosity gets the better of him.
“Who...?” he asks.
“Bambam,” Jimin says loudly, pointing unsubtly across the fire at a tall man with a narrow face. “A beta. Yugyeomie’s totally gone for him.” Jungkook mouths ‘beta’ to himself silently. A beta and omega pairing, that’s the first he’s heard of something like that. Yugyeom squawks at Jimin’s continued teasing, but the latter seems to be getting tired of his hemming and hawing, Jimin’s lips pressing into a line as he rolls his eyes. “He’s totally gone for you too. Seriously, go talk to him before some other hoe snatches him up.”
Yugyeom groans loudly but after a bit more coaxing, he psyches himself up and stands with determination, his hands fisted in his tunic.
“Okay, I’m going,” he says, as if to convince himself. Jimin whoops at him.
Jungkook watches with his mouth half-open as Yugyeom marches over to Bambam before plopping down on the log beside him. Bambam grins at him, greeting him boisterously, and Yugyeom smiles, his hand dropping down on Bambam’s thigh. The beta’s face softens. He rests his hand over Yugyeom’s.
“Wow,” Jungkook whispers, amazed at both Yugyeom’s brazenness and Bambam’s obvious soft spot for him.
“Ah, young love.” Jimin holds his hands to his heart. “Makes me miss my dear Yoongi. Maybe I ignored him too much today, I bet he’s sulking.”
“You don’t have to stay with me,” Jungkook says, guilt creeping into him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, please.” Jimin waves a dismissive hand. “I’m with him literally from sunrise to sunrise, it’s nice to have a breather every now and then.” He pauses. “Actually, we haven’t introduced you to the alphas yet, have we? Let’s go, they’ll be happy to meet you!”
“Oh, no,” Jungkook blurts out, before biting his tongue, not wanting to seem ungrateful. “Um, I mean, that’s okay. W-we don’t have to.”
Jimin gazes at him with sympathy. “It’ll be okay, Jungkook-ah. Better to meet them now than later when I’m not with you, right?”
He nearly shudders at the thought, quickly getting to his feet and brushing off his trousers. He lets Jimin grab his wrist and drag him past the bonfire over to a less crowded end of the clearing where it’s dark enough to see the stars. There’s a group scattered around a smaller campfire here, the low tones of their voices more soothing than Jungkook’s used to from alphas.
“Jungkook-ah, this is Hoseokie-hyung!” Jimin chirps, bringing him to a smiley man who excitedly slaps Jimin on the shoulder several times. “He’s one of our main hunters.”
“Hey, what’s up!”
Jungkook cowers at his loud voice, but there’s something about his grin that Jungkook thinks he likes. “Um...hi...”
“Aww, aren’t you an adorable one,” Hoseok coos. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to come to hyung, ‘kay?” He reaches up like he wants to pinch Jungkook’s cheeks but Jimin bats him away, yelling that he’ll scare Jungkook off.
The older omega takes him around the clearing, bringing him to Namjoon, who puts a weighty, reassuring hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, his dimples winking at him. And Jackson, yet another guy so loud that Jungkook has to fight off the instinct to flinch or squeeze his eyes shut every time he opens his mouth. Shockingly enough, all of the alphas Jimin introduces to him are polite and approachable, and what’s even odder is that many of them smell distinctly of power, clearly descendants of strong alpha lines. How do they keep the peace?
“It’s because our head was decided democratically, since we’re a mix of different clans,” Jimin explains to him. “Namjoon-hyung is a Gangneung Kim, Jin-hyung is a Gwangsan Kim. Yoongi-hyung’s actually a Min, and I was a Park before mating. People sort of just find their way here and decide to stay, so our pack has been slowly growing.”
Jungkook’s mind is still stuck on the first part. “G-Gwangsan Kim?” he squeaks.
“Oh. Yeah.” Jimin grins, his canines bright in the light of the fire. “There’s a few in our pack. They migrated over here ‘cause life in the stuffy capital wasn’t for them, so technically we’ve got some princelings hangin’ out with us commoners.”
“Oh, no,” Jungkook says quietly, chewing on his bottom lip. Jimin laughs.
“Hey, they’re just descendants you know, I was kidding ‘bout the prince part.”
Jungkook knows, but still. Grandchildren or great-grandchildren of the most powerful clan on earth? He can’t assimilate that knowledge with the Jin he met an hour ago. Although now that he thinks about it, Jin does carry himself with this floaty elegance, and even his scent has a certain tastefulness to it.
Jimin doesn’t make him say hi to even a third of the pack, but Jungkook is exhausted by the end of their little tour, his eyes drooping and feet dragging across the ground. He can’t remember the last time he spoke so much.
As they’re leaving to finally return to the omega quarters, Jungkook catches sight of a man sat against a log by the bonfire, his knees propped up and spread wide. One arm hangs over his leg, a cup dangling from long fingers.
He turns by a fraction, eyes locking with Jungkook’s.
Jungkook freezes. His heart leaps into his throat.
The man’s got cutting, heavy eyes that glow with the flickers of the fire. Everything about him is sharp, his cheekbones, nose, his jawline, everything except the black waves falling softly into his eyes.
He’s stunning. He’s unearthly.
Jungkook’s immediate reflex is to hide behind Jimin, but he can’t make his legs move. Then the man breaks his gaze, staring back into the crackling embers, and Jungkook’s lungs are freed. He gasps in a breath.
Jimin seems to notice who he’s staring at. “Oh, speaking of a Gwangsan Kim,” he says, and his voice is weird now, more hesitant, or careful. “That’s Taehyungie.”
“T-Taehyung?” Jungkook repeats, just to have his name on his tongue.
“Yeah, um.” Jimin’s brows furrow and he opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again. “He only looks mean, he’s actually super nice. Like, selflessly kind to the people he cares about. He’s one of my best friends.”
Jungkook waits for the “but.”
Jimin sighs, running a hand through his hair. He takes Jungkook’s wrist in his and starts dragging him away and Jungkook wants so badly to dig his heels into the ground, longing to drink in more of the beautiful man. “He’s a genuinely good person. But I wouldn’t go out of my way to approach him if I were you.”
“Why?” bursts out of Jungkook’s throat.
Jimin must read him wrong and think him concerned for a different reason, because he laughs. “No, seriously, don’t worry about him at all! He’s a great guy and a courteous alpha, to say the least.”
“Then why?” Jungkook presses.
“He’s...” Jimin purses his lips. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I mean, everyone in the clan knows...”
“I-I won’t tell anyone,” Jungkook says quickly, twisting his wrist to take Jimin’s hand in his own. At the surprised smile that spreads across the other’s face from the affectionate action, Jungkook feels guilty, not having meant to do anything but catch Jimin’s attention. But he just needs to know so badly.
“Hmm, well. It’s nothing unheard of, honestly. He had an intended once and she, uh, hurt him pretty badly. Basically, she was only with him for his status, so the second she found someone better, she ran off with that person instead.” Jimin frowns. “And not just her, Taehyungie’s had a string of bad relationships. She wasn’t even the worst one, actually. They—they take advantage of his kindness.” He shakes his head with a sigh. “Anyway, so now he refuses to involve himself with anyone, especially omegas. I swear he’s good, Jungkook-ah, but he won’t be nice if you try to talk to him.”
“Oh,” Jungkook says under his breath.
As they’re leaving the camp, he stretches out his senses, hoping to catch a whiff of Taehyung. And he does, he’s always had an excellent nose, it’s his single redeeming quality, but Taehyung’s scent is unnaturally weak. Jungkook can barely pick it out from the dozen other wolves around them, a trace of something like soapy, freshly washed cotton.
Still, even as faint as the smell is, Jungkook’s eyelids flutter, a breath escaping out of his mouth. It’s such a comforting, homey scent. And he has no idea where that thought even came from, because his version of home has always been a rickety hut crammed with too many omegas, an environment chilly not from the weather but from his lack of a meaningful relationship with anyone.
That night as he lies curled up in his bedding, waiting for sleep to take him, he thinks of the man.
When Jungkook leaves the omega quarters the next morning, he assumes he’s the first to wake since no one’s around. He spends an hour or two exploring the surroundings, circling the remains of the bonfire, curiously peering at the small cabins littered around the clearing and beyond.
An older, motherly omega, Hayoung, finds him drifting aimlessly and asks if he’s bored. When he dips his head, she smiles and leads him to a spacious hut that he discovers is a communal kitchen. There are wash basins stacked neatly in a corner and a space on the floor covered with a shiny material, where Jungkook assumes any game brought back from the forest is cleaned. Cabinets and shelves lining the walls are filled with jars of seasoning, spices, and stored food. His mouth waters, breathing them in.
They’re putting away the washed utensils from last night when there’s a commotion outside. Hayoung stands, wiping her hands on her apron. “The hunters must be back. Do you think you’re free to help me with the catches?”
“Ah, sure.”
Outside, a group has gathered around the boundary to the forest, murmuring happily and whooping as several wolves lug in the body of a moose. They’ve also brought some small rodents, a couple hares and a deer, and when Jungkook’s stomach rumbles, he remembers he never ate breakfast.
At the end of the procession is a wild boar, its meaty body dragging through the dirt, secured between the jaws of two wolves. Jungkook recognizes the smaller blond one as Jimin, proudly marching into the camp with light feet despite his hefty load. Next to him is one of the most gorgeous wolves Jungkook’s ever seen, a pureblood red timber, it looks like, with black fur that transitions to brown to an auburn so bright it’s almost orange. The wolf is big too, probably bigger than anyone Jungkook knows, including his former head alpha. Piercing amber eyes glint in the morning light and Jungkook quickly averts his gaze. He has a suspicion the wolf is Namjoon and doesn’t want to accidentally challenge his gaze.
Jungkook follows Hayoung over, the four of them sectioning the wild boar with fangs or knives for easier transportation. Jimin sits on his rump at Jungkook’s side, barking and wagging his tail, and the younger smiles at him.
When Jungkook sees black-brown paws at the edge of his vision, he realizes the unnamed wolf has dragged over a chunk of the boar with his jaws, as he did with Hayoung so she could carry it back into the kitchen. The full weight of the piece is nudged into Jungkook’s arms and he cradles it, struggling to stand up straight. He’s built up some muscle over the years of doing nothing but chores every day, but he isn’t used to carrying anything this heavy, and the emptiness of his stomach has really started to make itself known.
Jimin whines, immediately transforming to help him out. But as soon as he’s human, he lets out a squeak and scrambles to cover his crotch. “Fuck, I forgot my loincloth today,” Jimin hisses, shuffling backwards into the bushes. “Sorry, Jungkookie! Yoongi-hyung will murder me if I walk around naked. I’ll just—uh—”
Jungkook is in the middle of reassuring him that he’s fine, he can just halve the chunk and make two trips if he needs to, when the big wolf huffs and transforms. Jungkook drops the piece of boar entirely, barely wincing when it lands on his foot.
It’s Taehyung.
Jungkook doesn’t even have the presence of mind to avert his eyes from his body because he’s preoccupied staring blankly at his face, which is even more ethereal up close. Maybe it’s not even the face, really, as beautiful as it is. It’s the way Taehyung looks at people, and his silent but massive presence.
Taehyung ignores him, whipping off the cloth tied to his thigh to knot it around his hips. He spares Jungkook a flat, unamused glance before grabbing the boar and striding off towards the kitchen.
Jungkook stares after his bare, toned back for a couple seconds, then shakes himself out of it and runs after him.
“Um,” he says when he catches up, trotting at the alpha’s heel. But Taehyung must not hear him. Jungkook scolds himself for speaking too quietly. “T-Taehyung-ssi,” he tries again, louder.
Taehyung turns only enough to level Jungkook with cold eyes. A frown digs into his forehead.
“How do you know my name?” he says.
Something drops into the pit of Jungkook’s gut, hard and heavy like a stone, stealing his breath. Taehyung’s voice is so deep. It’s thick and warm with a husky edge, the friction of it in Jungkook’s ears making his stomach feel weak.
“Oh,” he chokes out when he realizes the alpha’s almost glaring at him. “Jimin-hyung told me.”
Taehyung sighs through his nose, his lips thinning. Jungkook shrinks in on himself.
“S-sorry you have to do this after, uh, carrying it all the way back already,” he mumbles. Clamping down on his nervousness, he scrambles up to Taehyung’s side, holding out both arms. “I can help.”
“It’s fine,” Taehyung says shortly. They’re halfway to the kitchen anyway and Jungkook wants to hit himself for offering so late. “You can go grab Jimin his pants, if you’re free.”
“Oh.” Guilt washes over him; he completely forgot about Jimin. “Right. Ah, thanks again, T-Taehyung-ssi.”
Taehyung doesn’t reply, walking off.
Jungkook tries his best not to stare as he disappears into the kitchen. He fails.