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Being an all alpha male group had Namjoon wincing at the utter idea. He said this to Bang Shihyuk, six years ago, who had looked at him funny and asked if he'd rather it be a mix.

Namjoon had been utterly terrified at that suggestion.

Now though, looking at the way Yoongi has plastered himself to him and hugging his arm like a lifeline, maybe having an omega or beta in his group isn't so bad. And he only says this, because for one, teensy moment, his brain trudges up a probable answer to a long existing question, shared by the other five members of the group.

Min Yoongi is an omega.

Now if anyone asks— they have no solid proof at all. Except if you count Jimin's insistence that he has done extensive research online on alphas with an exceptionally, and distractingly sweet scent that makes every other alpha in the vicinity straighten their backs and rest hungry eyes on said hyung. The only conclusion the researcher can come up with is that all cases ultimately lead to the supposed alpha as presenting to be an omega.

Which can happen, as the secondary classification is now almost erased from the human population's DNA as more and more unconventional pairings tend to mate, opposing the alpha-omega call of nature. This led to the almost complete loss of their supernatural abilities, save for their great sense of smell, speed, and the knowledge of old ways to maintain pack laws.

Hoseok's other theory, is that Yoongi never really presented, and that his family, a traditional pack descended from royalty, had assumed his status to be an alpha, and thus had undergone alpha rites, which delayed his presentation.

Plausible, but then again no proof of him being an omega, except for his scent— a subtle sweet vanilla akin to smelling a marshmallow, and his ways of initiating affection.

Their initiation into forming a new pack is unheard of in the industry, but they all agreed to do it, their reason being to strengthen their bonds. Since then, Namjoon has their true scents memorized; Seokjin with his peppermint smell, Jungkook and his dark chocolate, Hoseok who smells like fresh, linen scent, Jimin with his freshly ground coffee, and Taehyung, a firewood.

They were all astonished by Yoongi, who had smelled different, far from the potent scent of whisky that they can only attribute to his father.

They did not say a word since then, but as the years passed, it only got stronger. So strong in fact, that it permeated every room in the dorm, down to their sheets.

Seokjin steps into the living room, breaking Namjoon's thoughts. Yoongi immediately brightens up at the sight of the oldest alpha, and dislodges himself from Namjoon to make himself comfortable in Seokjin's lap. Namjoon can't quite keep the hurt from his face at being suddenly left for another, but then Yoongi takes his hand to interlace their fingers, keeping contact.

“It's our rest day for the next three days. What do you all feel like doing?”

“Eat,” Came Jungkook's reply in the kitchen, slightly hidden by the cluttered bookcase that divides the living room and dining room and kitchen area.

“We should go out!” Taehyung suggests, toweling his hair dry.

Jimin passes by Namjoon, to press a good morning kiss on top of Yoongi's head before sitting in an unoccupied chair. “Lay in bed all day.”

“You're no fun, Jiminie.” Yoongi teases, and Jimin answers by sticking his tongue out.

“My muscles ache a bit. Maybe we can go out for a massage.” Hoseok chimes in from his place next to Jungkook, munching on cereal.

Yoongi is playing with Namjoon's fingers, comparing it with his own and tracing the lines on it with his thumb.

“Movie. Maybe we can have movie night!”

“That sounds great, hyung! I'll pick out the movie! There's this really interesting thing I saw last night on twitter.” Taehyung replies.

“It's not borderline explicit porn again, right?” Jimin deadpans, throwing Taehyung a smirk.

Taehyung flushes down to his neck. “No! I've done research this time!”

“Really.”

Taehyung pouts at Jimin.

Namjoon sits up. “My father watched this really awesome thing last month. I forgot the title, but let me ask him.”

“Then we each pick a movie.” Seokjin announces. “Fair ground.”

Jungkook groans. “I just know you will pick something annoying, hyung. I hope I'll fall asleep by then.”

Seokjin laughs, shoulders shaking. “Well too bad, we go by age today. So you get to watch mine.”

Protests met his statement, much to the Seokjin's amusement.

“We should buy some snacks too,” Namjoon says, still typing on his phone with one hand as Yoongi is now massaging it, which feels really nice.

“Ah, we'll buy it, Namjoon-ah, there's a convenience store downstairs, no need to order online.” Seokjin has pulled on Namjoon's hand to see what Yoongi is so focused on.

“Alright then, can I order chicken later?”

“We have seven kilos of chicken in the fridge, maybe we should just fry those.”

“Let's make curry fried chicken, hyung!” Hoseok says. “I think I saw a recipe.”

“Curry fried chicken?”

While Hoseok describes this amazing chicken batter he saw online that involves mixing a curry mix with flour, Namjoon takes his hand back from Seokjin and offers it back to Yoongi, who happily grabs it and resumes his little act of massaging his palm.

He's about to turn back to his phone when he sees Seokjin pressing his lips to Yoongi's nape inconspicuously. Yoongi's shirt collar is exposing a good part of his neck and shoulder, and with the way Seokjin is now lightly biting on them, Namjoon just knows how delectable Yoongi must seem to him right now.

They meet eyes, and Seokjin winks.

True to Bangtan fashion, they each delve into their cooking roles as soon as Hoseok and Jungkook put away their plates. Hoseok and Seokjin are working on the batter, whilst Yoongi mixes a marinade for the beef. Jimin and Taehyung deem that a pack of beer will not cut it for them and offer to buy. Jungkook is the sous chef, obediently listening to Seokjin and Hoseok's requests in bringing necessary ingredients to the table.

As for him? Well Seokjin put Namjoon on the task of building their fort in the living room, which is going well until he knocks onto a few stacked on gift boxes.

All the while Yoongi flutters around the members, patting Jungkook's cheeks, feeding Hoseok bits of the beef at his request, and letting Taehyung cling to his back while he cooks.

At one point he comes to the living room to feed Namjoon too, going on tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek at a job well done.

The other alphas are aware of it too, that Yoongi's scent seems much more concentrated, thick in the air. It calms Namjoon as much as it arouses him, which makes it unbearable and bearable at the same time.

Jimin and Taehyung are whispering in hushed angry voices as they sit waiting for the food to cook, and Namjoon can catch only a few words, but he's sure it is Yoongi they're talking about.

It's nearly 2pm when they finish, and they are famished, grabbing a piece of the curry chicken to bite on as they crowd around the carefully laid fort of their combined bed mattresses to start the movie marathon.

Namjoon's eyes follow Yoongi, who's squished between Jimin and Taehyung. He's taken a shower and changed into a white shirt and shorts, showing off his pink knees. Jimin pulls them up over his lap, as is their customary position every movie night, while Taehyung has an arm around his waist. It makes Namjoon curl his hands, fingers cutting into his palm, willing the urge to use his alpha voice and command them to deposit Yoongi on his side. It only lasts temporarily, as his stomach drops at the thought of having his pack submit to him forcefully.

Seokjin nudges him, gesturing to the food. Namjoon sees the sympathetic smile his hyung has on his face. Perhaps, he's not the only one to have those shameful thoughts.

It goes on without a hitch, all of them groaning at Seokjin's choice. They have almost memorized every line in The Matrix and could recite it word for word with the amount of times Seokjin had tricked them into watching it.

Namjoon is distracted, even when his choice is played on the screen. He does not understand a single thing at all; all his mind could comprehend is how Taehyung is visibly sucking on the junction between Yoongi's neck and shoulder, shirt pulled slightly down.

Namjoon's low growl is muffled by the noises on the television, but Jimin's head snapped towards him, body tensing.

Taehyung either did not hear him or chose to ignore him. Yoongi has his head tilted slightly, frowning. He blinks, and turns to see what has Jimin so distressed.

Namjoon is heaving, like he'd ran a marathon, heart thudding. He can smell Taehyung's firewood scent in the air, mixing with Jimin's potent coffee. The sudden influx of pheromones in the air did not go unnoticed, and in a blink, Taehyung, and Jimin had carried Yoongi on the other side of the room, while the others restrained Namjoon.

Seokjin stands between the two groups, unflinching.

“Kim Namjoon.”

“Tell Taehyung to stop devouring Yoongi for a minute.” He tries to pull his arms away from Hoseok and Jungkook's grasp, but their hold on him is tight.

“Regardless, you know it's against our rules to let your pheromones out like that.”

You could have hurt Yoongi.

Seokjin's eyes flashed with warning, a rare downturn of his lips present. Namjoon, pack alpha as he is, hangs his head in shame in front of the eldest. He raises his hands in surrender.

“I'm sorry.”

“Jeez, Joon-ah, are you in pre-rut or something? You've been so intense the whole day.” Hoseok remarks, slowly letting go and sitting back down. The others slowly follow, and Taehyung's eyes are round and wide with tears.

Namjoon is the last to sit, squeezing Taehyung's shoulder in apology. To his astonishment, Yoongi reaches over behind Taehyung to grab his neck and pulls him towards him, giving him a cheek rub.

His scent wash over them like a comforting blanket, and everyone sags in relief.

As Jimin suspected, Taehyung's movie is friskier than all the other movies they watched, the latter sputtering out an excuse to which Namjoon shook his head at. Yoongi is still quiet after the horror movie from before, but his eyes are fixated on screen.

The actors on screen are currently in a lip lock that has been going on for the last two minutes. It gradually escalates to the main character placing kisses lower down his lover's body, until the only noise heard are the heavy breaths and sounds of sensual ah's.

Namjoon shifts in his seat. He has no qualms watching the scene. He once watched porn with Hoseok, and had caught Jungkook far too many times with a hand down his pants. It's natural, an itch they all have that needs to be scratched sometimes.

It changes though, as soon as the lovers in the scene were caught in the act by a third party. Shocked gasps follow when the main character pulls the newcomer inside by his tie, and tells him, not so explicitly— to join them.

A shiver runs through Namjoon's body, and he licks his lips. There is a tingle in his arms and legs, and he can hear the others quiet down. He holds his breath. Namjoon wishes it's explicit, wishes he can see the full picture, not just a mirage of artfully shot scenes of naked undulating bodies and closed eyes and open mouths.

He can feel the tightening of his pants, thanking the universe that he had the mind to grab a pillow. Jungkook and Hoseok aren't faring so much better. Already Jungkook has his bottom lip in between his teeth, fists at his sides, a visible tent in his crotch area. Seokjin is stiff beside him, much like himself.

Then he hears it, a moan. It's quiet, almost like an exhalation of breath. It could be Jimin, but the next sound is as familiar to Namjoon as the sound of his own heartbeat that is pounding away in his chest.

Tersely, he looks at Yoongi, who has his fist over his mouth, almost as if trying to muffle the sounds. He's still looking at the screen, but his eyes are wide and fearful.

“Oh, oh, Yoongi-hyung.”

Taehyung backs away, and into Namjoon. At Jimin's words, Yoongi lets out a sound, more of a wounded animal than a moan, and it springs everyone into action.

“Yoongi-yah,” It's Seokjin, the calmest of them all. “You're leaking.”

Yoongi trembles, looks down. There's a wet spot on the mattress now. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm—” He stops, chokes on the words, as he grabs a throw pillow to cover himself. “I'm—”

“You've presented, Yoongi-yah. I think— I think you've just presented as an omega.”

“It's so hot, and— and— wet.” Yoongi frowns, before raising his head up. “I'm icky.” He says with all the disgust he can muster.

It breaks the tension, letting the alphas chuckle and coo.

“You will never be icky, Yoongi-hyung,” Jungkook tells him. “But would you like to take a bath?”

“Yes. But I'm scared I'll dirty the floor if I stand.”

“I'll carry you.” Jungkook replies. He moves closer, slowly, like he's approaching a wounded, scared animal. When he's close enough, he asks, “Can I touch you?”

Yoongi nods, and Jungkook hooks an arm under his knees and one behind his shoulder and stands.

Jimin runs ahead of them, most likely to start the water running. Taehyung and Hoseok follow. Namjoon finally breathes, swallowing the saliva that's pooled in his mouth. He makes a motion to follow as well, but he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

“I think you're going into a rut, Joon-ah. Why don't you try and cool down here while we let Yoongichi enjoy himself in the bath?”

It's said more as an order than a suggestion, and Namjoon stays rooted on the ground. He opens his mouth to deny when instead, “Do you think it triggered…?”

“Probably. So I think it would be best if you stay put and just—” Seokjin makes a sweeping action with his arm.

He disappears into his and Yoongi's room, coming out with clothes under his arm. Namjoon waits for a few minutes, doing a breathing pattern to keep his instincts at bay to not scare the omega before he tiptoes to the bathroom.

They're huddled together around Yoongi in the bath, who is submerged up to his shoulders in the colorful water. Now that he's here, he can now catch a whiff of the omega pheromone in the air which Yoongi is inadvertently unleashing. The alphas are releasing their own in a form of a protective circle, and Namjoon thinks it is to keep him from rushing over and falling to his rut.

He turns on his heel when he hears a, “Joonie, where's Joonie?”

“He's in the living room, hyung,” Taehyung says, cupping water in his hands to pour onto Yoongi's shoulder.

“I want to see Joonie, he's—”

Namjoon's resolve breaks. “I'm here, I'm here, hyung.”

“Alpha,” Yoongi calls, and it makes Namjoon stop dead in his feet.

“What.” Namjoon whispers, his body screaming to move towards Yoongi already and scoop him within his arms to protect, but the shock of hearing the word come out of Yoongi's lips, said in a reverent way is too strong.

“Alpha you weren't here so I thought—”

“I'm here,” Namjoon kneels on one knee, arms reaching for Yoongi. “I'm here.” He feels the water seep into his clothes as Yoongi embraces him tightly, muttering words that he couldn't understand as it is spoken unto his skin.

Seokjin coaxes Yoongi to dry off and dresses him. They go back to the living room, and he's now in his place on Namjoon's lap.

Hoseok combs through the wet strands, while the younger ones sit crossed legged in front of Yoongi, taking turns holding his hands.

“Do you think father will get angry?”

Seokjin picks up a choco ball from the bowl in his hands and inches it closer to Yoongi's mouth to feed him. “You're his son. I'm sure he'll accept you for whoever you are.”

“But we're alphas. An alpha family. I even went to alpha school! And did the alpha rites! What if he gets angry and doesn't want me any more?”

“Then you'll have us.” Namjoon says, resolute. “You have us, and we have our fans.”

“I can already hear how much ARMY is going to love you, hyung.” Taehyung adds.

“They'll be so thrilled, pretty Yoongi, Bangtan's omega.”

“Hmmmm.” Yoongi hums, finally accepting the sweet. He turns to Namjoon, and places a kiss at the corner of his mouth. Namjoon tilts his head, so the second peck is planted directly to his lips.

Yoongi pulls away, shocked but pleased.

Namjoon's alpha delights at the turn of events.

“Yoongi-hyung, I want my kiss too.”

“And me.”

“Don't forget about your favorite dongsaeng Jeon Jungkook!”

“I'm Yoongi-hyung's favorite, J-Hope.”

While they bicker, it's Seokjin who bends over to kiss Yoongi's cheeks. “I think hyung deserves one next, don't you think, Yoongichi?”

Yoongi nods, cups Seokjin's jaw and leans in. This time, it lasted for more than three seconds. “Is that okay?” Seokjin asks, and the omega nods again, before leaning in.

He's the one to open his mouth a tiny fraction to slip Seokjin's thick bottom lip in between his. The action makes Seokjin growl in approval, putting down the bowl and clamping a hand on Yoongi's wrist.

Yoongi makes a suckling sound, sending that earlier tingle reverberating again down Namjoon's body. His eyes are zeroed in on the way their lips smack together, and his hand comes up to hold it on the back of Yoongi's head.

“My turn.”

Yoongi, eyes still closed, allows himself to be moved. Namjoon, fire now burning low on his belly, throws all inhibitions out the window and slowly slide his tongue across Yoongi's open mouth.

There's a moan, a gasp, sheets rustling, then a comfortable weight adding on top of them. Namjoon opens one eye to check the source of the tickle on his nose when he sees Taehyung with his head down and sucking at Yoongi's neck.

He can feel the others reaching for them, grabbing a part of Yoongi's body to caress and touch. Yoongi is moaning against his mouth, all pliant, and so, so sweet.

Soon the need to breathe overpowers them, and they pull apart, both chests heaving, but Yoongi is given no time to fully catch his breath when he's pulled against another chest.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, imploring, mouthing at Yoongi's right wrist. “Hyung, is this okay? Are you— are you okay?”

The youngest alpha's words strike a chord within Namjoon, and he's snapped out of his Yoongi-induced haze. They should have asked if he's okay. Namjoon has let things go further than they should. He's equal parts proud of Jungkook for being the most sane one out of all them right now, and guilty because he should have stopped himself.

But then he sees Yoongi smile, so fond. “Of course, Jungkook. Thank you for being so thoughtful.” Then he pulls Jungkook's face towards him to give him what he wants.

“So dolly, my Yoongi-hyung,” Hoseok says, and Yoongi blushes, prompting the others to heap more praises on him.

But Seokjin's words are what has him flushing redder and he ducks his head down in embarrassment. “So pretty, so pink, and ours.” Seokjin trails a hand down Yoongi's side. “Isn't that right, Namjoon-ah?”

And oh how filthy Namjoon's mind worked, images of Yoongi in various states of undress flitting in his mind, marked by every alpha in the room.

“Ours,” Namjoon agrees.

“Yours,” Yoongi says, looking at each of them.

“The night is just starting, Yoongi-yah,” Jimin says, earning a pinch on the cheek from the omega in response. “And I want payback for all the times you've tempted me, all that cuddling, all that scenting, don't you know how hard it was to keep myself from going berserk at how sweet you are?”

“Then I'll pay,” Yoongi replies, eyes gleaming, inviting and turning the temperature up higher. “I'll pay all night long if you want to.”

Then he takes Jimin's hand and kisses his knuckles.

“I hope you're good at keeping promises, Yoongi-yah.” Seokjin says. Standing up, the impressive bulge in his pants drawing every eye in the room. Namjoon whistles in appreciation. “Because I promise you we'll take our time with you. We have the night, and two more days.”

Yoongi frowns, confused. “Two more days?”

“Namjoon-hyung's going into a rut,” Jungkook announces. “You'll have to bear with us tonight while we learn everything about you because I'm pretty sure Namjoon-hyung won't let us get near you tomorrow.”

“Pft,” Namjoon reacts, but he can't help but agree.

“Oh.” Yoongi says. “Oh.”

Sometime later…

“Remind me to buy you a plug soon, Yoongi-yah.” Seokjin says as they're resting. “I think we'll need it next time.”

“Can I choose?” Taehyung asks, laying down on his side.

“So what, you can buy a kitty plug?” Jimin snorts.

There's silence and then—

“I'll lend you my card, Taehyung-ah.” Hoseok says.

“I want a rabbit tail for him.”

“You guys are serious about this pet play thing huh? Do I have to pray for my ass?”

“Well hyung, did you forget how you called Hoseok-hyung master thirty minutes ago?”

“I…” Yoongi sighs. “Hate you guys.”

“Nooooo… You love us….”

“No sex for a month.”

“What, no!!!”

“And Taehyung?”

“Yeah?”

“You will never choose a movie for movie nights ever again.”