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Yoongi really didn’t mean to snap in the middle of live television, but the alpha in him didn’t understand rules or what reputation meant. Nor control. The alpha definitely didn’t know the word control.
But to his defence, the guy was way too close to Jungkook for his comfort.
He’s not your omega. He would tell himself, trying to calm down the alpha, but he didn’t understand. He knew he was going to snap, and he was having the biggest battle with himself, but the alpha was much stronger.
The thing is, it’s normal for artists to be close, even more when they’re on a television show. But the guy was an alpha. And unmated alpha, and Jungkook was an unmated omega, and that wasn’t a combination Yoongi could stand.
“Jungkook, get over here.” Comes Yoongi’s voice, and he doesn’t even recognise himself, because he’s ordering the kid. It seems awful, and he really doesn’t mean to, but the alpha, again, has 0 fucking control.
Like lightning has stricken him where Suwoong, friend idol from Boys Republic, was touching him, in his back, close to his waist, Jungkook moves away, coming over to stand in front of Yoongi, the guy completely forgotten. But it’s not only Jungkook that reacts, but every single omega in the room is looking over at Yoongi, wanting to move towards him, following the Alpha’s wishes.
“Yes?” Jungkook asks, with the smallest voice he can manage, and Yoongi tries to make up an excuse for his behaviour, before realising that the boy was actually helping Jungkook get his mic to stop from getting attached to his shirt. The elder takes a hold of Jungkook’s waist, turning him around, making him let out a little gasp at the sudden grip the elder has on him.
“Here.” Yoongi says, and with hands that are way more determined than his voice, because his alpha at least is helpful when it comes to helping Jungkook, or anything that’s Jungkook related, he puts his mic the right way, so it doesn’t get on the way of his shirt anymore. “All set up, you just needed a couple of handy hands.” He says, and Jungkook turns around with big eyes, looking at the elder.
“Thanks.” Jungkook mumbles, and Yoongi nods with a confident smile, fixing the hair on top of Jungkook’s head. The younger blushes and ducks his head slightly under the elder’s touch, in a happy way. They don’t realise everybody stopped talking until the host pats Yoongi on the back.
“Well that was cheesy, let’s get back on the show, shall we?”
Namjoon looks over at Yoongi, and with the elder’s luck, he’s looking right back at him. Namjoon’s eyebrow lifts, and he shakes his head. He’s probably going to lecture him about his alpha all over again. He's going to say something between he lines of “When are you going to talk to Jungkook, you guys should talk about the whole mates thing.” and Yoongi’s gonna go, once again about how he’s not responsible for his alpha. Not when he can’t control it.
Effectively, after the show, and after Yoongi keeps Jungkook by his side to the point he can’t move away, because he feels like he’s going to hurt the elder somehow, just typical omega panic, and when the younger has gone to the bathroom, Namjoon catches him up.
“You know that was a demonstration of territory, right?” Namjoon asks, and Yoongi sighs.
“Look man, you know he’s stronger than me. I can barely keep him from barking for a couple minutes, but he lashes out anyway.”
“I know, but you should try and talking to him, maybe, who knows, it’ll work out.”
“And what do I say? “Hey Jungkook, wanna be my mate?” You think that’s a good idea?”
“I don’t know Yoongi, but I think it’s good to try. It’s not like he didn’t like you. I’m sure he likes you.”
Right when Namjoon finishes his sentence, Jungkook comes around, coming back from the bathroom, looking between the two.
“Oh, am I interrupting something?” Jungkook asks, and Namjoon smiles.
“Nothing Guk, chill.” The boy pats the omega’s head, before turning to look at Yoongi. “And yeah man, give it a try, you don’t know what may happen.” Namjoon tells Yoongi before leaving, walking over to the changing room.
“What was that about?” Jungkook asks, his voice small, even though he’s so much taller than Yoongi.
“Nothing, he’s just trying to lecture me as the mandatory alpha.”
“You’re the mandatory alpha.” Jungkook mumbles, and Yoongi chuckles.
“For you, any day.” Yoongi says, and Jungkook blushes brightly.
When they get back to the dorms, Yoongi goes to his room straight ahead, and lays on his bed, kicking his socks off, on his jeans and shirt, his hoodie discarded somewhere around. The show has got him tired, to the point he just lays down, looking through his twitter with one of his hands, and the other on his stomach, exposing the skin.
He’s so focused on what he’s watching, scrolling through the mentions and occasionally seeing a fan account or two, that he doesn’t hear the door open, until the younger one, that has already entered, gasps a little at the sight of Yoongi.
Yoongi looks up then, and finds the younger with his eyes.
“Oh, sorry, I’m not bothering, am I?”
“No, no, it’s okay, get over here.” Yoongi says, and sits up, his stomach disappearing again under his shirt. Yoongi thinks he’s going crazy, when he hears Jungkook visibly pout at the lost sight of his stomach, but he tries to not think about it too much. He moves to the side just a bit, and Jungkook sloths by his side on the bed.
Looking to the side Yoongi takes in the sight that is Jungkook in his true form, with a big shirt and loose pants, his cheeks plump and squeezable. Not to mention his lips. Yoongi can smell the pheromones radiating from Jungkook’s body, and he’s sure Jungkook can feel his. He feels a little overwhelmed by not being able to just go and bite all over the younger.
“He’s not yours.” He goes again, trying to chill the alpha down, but it never has a good result.
At least he can keep quiet. He decides to think to himself, because he can at least do that.
“God, I want to claim you.” He thinks. In his head, his voice is raspy, a sign that it’s his alpha speaking. But Yoongi’s not technically in control, it’s his alpha, and he realises that he’s actually speaking out loud when the younger reacts.
“C-Claim, what, wait, claim?” Jungkook asks, and he's sitting upright now, his eyes wide and his cheeks burning. “You mean it? You like me? You want to have me as your omega?” And the boy’s eyes are shinning with the brightest stars. It gets Yoongi all the way to his heart.
“I, oh my god, I was, he’s just.” And Yoongi sighs, entering overdrive. “Fuck.”
At such moment, when things are already out in the open, the only thing Yoongi can do is deny everything, and probably break Jungkook’s heart in the process if the rumours about him liking Yoongi are right, or the total opposite, in which he actually ends up with a mate after saying the truth. Or, of course, the one scenario where Jungkook ends up never talking to him again.
“Go for it!” Namjoon screams in his head, and Yoongi just relaxes, thinking “You know? Fuck it.”
“Fuck, Gukkie, I should’ve been a little more subtle about this.” Yoongi says, to begin with. “But sometimes the asshole in my head is a bit stronger and just word vomits all the time. But…” And Yoongi takes in a big breath. “Here goes nothing. Yes, Jungkook. I’ve been wanting to claim you for such a long time, you probably would think I’m a psychopath.”
“Do you promise you’re not joking right now?” Jungkook asks, as if trying to really believe what’s happening.
“Cross my heart.” Yoongi nods.
There’s a beat of silence, and Yoongi goes to speak, in panic.
“You don’t need to answer, it’s okay if you don’t want to speak to me anymore—“ And before Yoongi can finish his sentence, he’s tackled down by Jungkook’s body.
“Yes, god yes, please let me be your omega, yes please yes.” He says, arms around Yoongi’s neck, the elder holding onto the boy’s hips by instinct.
“Oh my god, holy shit.” Yoongi whispers, trying to understand whatever is happening right now. He holds Jungkook tightly onto himself. “Please tell me this is not another one of those dreams where right before I bite you I wake up.”
“I won’t disappear.” Jungkook promises, in a tiny voice, and Yoongi can’t even breathe.
They end up laying down, Jungkook on top of Yoongi, holding up his body by his arms, one at each side of Yoongi’s head, with the brightest smile ever.
“So you want me to be your omega~?” Jungkook asks in a voice full of honey.
“Of course I want you to be my omega. You’re the only omega I would ever want.” Yoongi smiles, and leans up, connecting their lips in a soft kiss.
The younger’s lips tremble a bit at first, with the amount of feelings involved in the kiss, but kisses back eagerly after a second, getting to really enjoy his first kiss with Yoongi.
The first kiss of many to come.
When they part, Jungkook’s eyes are hooded, and Yoongi chuckles at how dazed he looks. His pheromones are going crazy.
“Are you okay pup?” Yoongi asks, and it triggers something inside of Jungkook, because he next second, he pulls them on a sitting position, Jungkook on his lap.
“Bite me.” Jungkook simply says, and Yoongi is a bit taken aback by how quick things are escalating.
“Right now?”
“Please. I want to be your good pup, let me be your good pup, I don’t want anyone to look at me ever again without knowing I’m yours. Tell me I’m your good pup.”
“You’re my good pup Jungkookie, so good.” Yoongi promises, and leans his head onto the boy’s neck, making him drop his head back with a little gasp of anticipation.
“All yours.” Jungkook whispers, and it’s probably mostly to himself, because he knows Yoongi already got the part where he wants to be all his and only his.
“Want me to mark you up pretty? To have my bite on your neck forever? To have everyone looking at you and seeing it? For everyone to see you on national television with my bite on your neck while we perform?”
“Yes, god, please just bite me, alpha.” Jungkook says, and it sets Yoongi’s soul ablaze, his eyes glowing gold before he latches his teeth onto the younger’s neck.
The second Yoongi bites onto his neck, and he feels the taste of Jungkook’s blood where his teeth are puncturing, the younger whimpers brokenly, hands clutching onto the elder’s shoulders, trying to grab a hold for himself.
Yoongi keeps his teeth still, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook to his mercy, their pheromones mixing together on the bite. And when a tear rolls down Jungkook’s face, whimpering overwhelmed, Yoongi lets go.
There’s a certain weight to his body that tells him that he’s in fact no longer an unmated omega, and Jungkook feels on cloud nine, the mixture of pain an pleasure making his surroundings hard to process.
See, the thing about a bite is that after it happens one is so dizzy that his body looses a certain amount of strength for a while, so Yoongi holds Jungkook upright. The boy’s eyes glow blue when he opens then, and there’s something so carnal about the way Yoongi looks at him in the realisation of them that it sends a cold shiver all the way down his spine.
“You did so good pup.” Yoongi praises him, and Jungkook sighs in pleasure.
“My turn, I wanna bite you alpha, please let me bite you.” The younger whimpers, and Yoongi wipes his tears.
“Go ahead baby, I’m all yours.” Yoongi nods, tilting his head and exposing his neck to Jungkook.
Not only alphas are a little wild while their most carnal side is in control, but same happens with omegas, so when Jungkook leans his head onto Yoongi’s neck, and he can smell his scent all the way to his core, a scent so Yoongi, he can’t help but biting a little harder than expected, and Yoongi lets out a groan at the feeling.
“God, pup, you’ve got a bite.”
Jungkook lets go of his neck then, licking over the wound. He noses onto Yoongi’s scent gland, his voice small, but seeming satisfied and complete.
“Mine." Jungkook smiles. "You're my alpha, all mine, my alpha."
“And you're mine pup.” Yoongi smiles, bringing the boy close, letting them fall back onto the bed.
Being it that the whole mating process takes a lot of energy from then, both fall down, exhausted but extremely happy.
“How are we going to tell everyone that we’re suddenly mates?” Jungkook laughs, when he’s calmed down, his back pressed onto Yoongi’s chest, the elder nosing at his neck and the brand new mark, in a possessive matter.
“I’m sure they all know already that we’ve both been thirsting over each other for the past lifetime, so it’s going to be pretty easy.”
“Not to mention I’m sure they can smell us all the way to China.”
“I wouldn’t mind only smelling you for the rest of my life.” Yoongi says, and Jungkook laughs, hitting the elder on his leg, which is the closest to his hand in the moment.
“You dumbass.” Jungkook laughs, and Yoongi presses a kiss onto his neck.
“Don't mind me, I’m just stating facts.”
Jungkook blushes at the realisation that, in for a fact, he’s only going to be surrounded by the smell of burning wood, mint and freshly cut grass for the rest of his life.
He can live with that, because to be honest, the only smell he has ever loved is the way Yoongi smells, protective and close to home.
Apparently Yoongi is not the only one who can’t control his mouth every so and then, and Jungkook can’t help but squirm when Yoongi answers.
“I'm you’re home now.”
Jungkook falls asleep to the smell of his home, and firm arms wrapped around his middle, the body of his alpha pressed against his.
“Yes! Finally!” Namjoon cheers when the two come around in the morning, Jungkook’s shirt dropping over one of his shoulders, the bite in his neck visible to all eyes.
“Fucking finally.” Taehyung sighs, sitting on top of Jin, as usual. Finally, Jungkook gets to not only see Taehyung and Jin with their mark, but he can look into the mirror in the morning and see that in for a fact, the mark Yoongi has left on him is there. “You guys took a long while.”
“I thought it was never going to happen.” Jimin smiles. “I’m glad you finally got what you’ve been dreaming of Jungkookie.”
“Wait, you knew Jungkook liked me and you never told me?” Yoongi asks Jimin, and Jungkook squirms, coming in front of his face and shushing him with a kiss.
“You didn't hear anything.” Jungkook mumbles onto his lips, and Yoongi chuckles, grabbing a hold of the boy’s hips and bringing him closer, deepening the kiss.
“Gross, take your love back to bed or eat breakfast.” Hoseok protests, sitting down and stuffing a piece of bread onto his mouth, signalling them to part and sit down.
So of course, Yoongi moves together with Jungkook, the younger sitting by his side, the chairs practically melting into one with how close they are. And being it that Yoongi is no longer an unmated alpha, and one of the elder leading figures of the group, everyone waits for him to feed Jungkook before starting to eat, which is the cutest thing to think about.
The younger can’t even handle the amount of eyes staring at him when Yoongi has his chopsticks in front of his face, waiting for the younger to open his mouth and eat. But as soon as he does, everyone goes back to their food, thankfully.
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