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“come in,” yoongi calls. his gravelly voice is quiet through the door, but jungkook hears it nonetheless.
jungkook lets himself into the studio, greeted by the back of yoongi’s fancy ergonomic chair, over which he can just barely see the top of yoongi’s naby blue beanie. the space smells strongly of the alpha, who practically lives here, and jungkook’s breath stutters a little. yoongi’s scent is something like summer leaves and it has jungkook feeling warm and safe, but also wanting to be cuddled right the fuck now. he wants to walk over and lay his head on his hyung’s lap or press his face into his neck, but yoongi probably wouldn’t appreciate being surprised like that. taking a second to collect himself, jungkook closes the door behind him and plops onto the small couch in the corner.
“what do you want, jungkook?” yoongi says without turning away from the screen in front of him. he’s got his headphones on askew, giving jungkook half an ear. messy locks of his black hair peek out from under the beanie.
jungkook picks at the loose strings around the rips in his jeans. he’s a little nervous being around yoongi when he’s in work mode and in one of those moods, but he’s also miffed that yoongi won’t even spare him a glace. because mostly he just wants some attention from his hyung, who’s been overworking himself and overlooking everyone and everything that isn’t music. not only has yoongi not properly scented jungkook in months, he’s been cooped up in the studio, which means jungkook hardly sees him, chasing stale traces of his scent back in the dorm. yoongi’s absence has been making their youngest antsy, and everyone’s noticed besides yoongi, a fact that makes jungkook want to pout. he fights the urge.
jungkook doesn’t really know why, but there’s something about yoongi’s scent that’s really really comforting, helps keep him focused during the day and sleep better at night. just being around the alpha is enough. jungkook remembers feeling so good after yoongi had scented him four months ago. he’d been sitting on the floor in front of yoongi, who was on the couch absentmindedly running his hand down the side of jungkook’s neck as they watched a movie. when jungkook leaned into the touch and tilted his head in clear invitation, yoongi obliged with a few firm swipes of his wrist across the soft skin under jungkook’s jaw. his scent lingered there for days. thinking about it makes jungkook ache for yoongi’s attention even more.
jungkook’s not ashamed to admit this to himself, but he is kind of ashamed to ask for it. he doesn’t like being needy and “high maintenance” or whatever. on some level he knows that much of this discomfort comes from his own internalized biases against omegas, but it’s still difficult to rid himself of them.
getting cuddles and attention is quite easy when it comes to the other hyungs. for namjoon, jungkook just presses his face to their leader’s shoulder to let him know what he wants. namjoon never fails to pause what he’s doing to run his hands through jungkook’s hair, down his back. as the leader and only other omega in their group, namjoon was the one who helped him feel at ease when he first moved into the dorm, since young, scrawny jungkook had been taught to be wary of alphas. obviously, jungkook is comfortable with everyone now, not to mention he can lift more than any of his hyungs, who fully support jungkook’s muscles despite the company’s disappointment that he’s wrecked his small, omega maknae image. though jungkook’s grown up and changed, the members’ indulgent attitude toward jungkook hasn’t.
jin happily tolerates jungkook’s teasing, and bickering with jin often leads affectionate smothering. sometimes jin will manhandle him onto a couch and spoon him, big shoulders curling around jungkook’s to make him feel wrapped up and safe. sometimes they continue bickering after getting comfortable.
jungkook doesn’t have to initiate anything at all to get contact from jimin, taehyung, and hoseok. they flutter around him like moths to a flame, especially when they’re stressed. apparently, jungkook’s scent helps them settle down. over the years, jungkook’s noticed that for extraverted people, taehyung and hoseok are pretty shitty at talking about their feelings (they’re private people, as namjoon likes to put it), so he tries to be there for them when they’re down. jungkook’s crawled into bed with hoseok quite a few times after finding his hyung awake in the living room at 2am, unable to sleep. hoseok always falls asleep running his hands up and down jungkook’s arms on those nights, and it makes jungkook feel loved.
yoongi, however.
yoongi is both affectionate and not? it’s been years but jungkook still can’t figure it out, not sure where yoongi sets his boundaries. the alpha keeps to himself, but can often be caught putting a casually possessive hand on the back of jungkook’s neck. sometimes he’ll lean into jungkook when they’re sitting close. or he can be prone to neglecting jungkook for weeks, only speaking to namjoon or hoseok about music and lyrics and beats. yes, jungkook is aware he sounds bitter right now and he’s kind of embarrassed about it but he just… misses yoongi.
unlike jimin, jungkook doesn’t know how to drop hints or subtly maneuver his way into getting what he wants, so maybe jungkook should just set aside his pride and ask directly. 'needing attention doesn’t make you any less worthy of respect,' namjoon’s voice reminds him, and namjoon is usually right about these things.
“want you to scent me,” jungkook says softly, quickly, before he can think himself out of it.
“uh huh,” yoongi says, obviously unaware of what he’s actually responding to. his eyes flick between the wall and desk monitors as he continues working, the click, click of the mouse breaking the silence of the room.
yoongi still isn’t paying attention to him, and with every second that passes, jungkook feels worse, feels his throat tightening up. he bites his lip, worries at the rips of his pants. he shouldn’t force yoongi to care if he’s too busy or… if he just doesn’t care in the first place? but yoongi does, jungkook knows he does. either way, jungkook should leave. he can’t let yoongi see him cry because – wait. he should be mad at his hyung, but instead he just wants to disappear because he’s weak and needy. it hurts, to be neglected, to reach out and then be ignored some more.
‘wanting to be loved doesn’t make you weak’ namjoon’s voice in his brain pipes up again and wow, there is a lot going on in jungkook’s head right now, he needs to find some place to calm down.
jungkooks pushes himself off the couch, the fabric feeling rough on his palms, everything too overwhelming.
“wait,” jungkook hears.
it’s like tunnel vision or something, yoongi’s voice all he can hear or process.
jungkook plops right back down, obeying his hyung by reflex. the couch and the rest of his surroundings filter back into his awareness a few moments later. yoongi has turned to look at him (finally, finally), swiveling his chair so that he’s facing jungkook.
with a brief glance, jungkook can see how tired yoongi is. there’s purple under his eyes, brows pinched in a permanent, stressed frown, half hidden under his hair. he looks so small in his oversized sweater. a pang of sadness hits jungkook from seeing yoongi like this, which doesn’t at all help him in his mission to not. cry.
jungkook ducks his head so yoongi won’t see how red his nose is, how obvious it is that he’s on the verge of tears.
“jungkook?” yoongi says. his voice is deep and a little rough today, jungkook notices. “what’s wrong?”
jungkook tangles his fingers together and doesn’t respond.
“hey, honey, what’s going on?” yoongi asks hesitantly, taking off his headphones and setting them aside. “did you fight with taehyung again?”
jungkook shakes his head, knowing his voice will tremble if he speaks.
“uh. should i get hobi? if you want some cuddles he’d be, you know. he’s good at, uh.” yoongi’s shifted forward in his chair as if to be closer to jungkook, wiping sweaty palms on his knees.
yoongi’s hopeless floundering in the face of emotions makes jungkook want to stare at him incredulously, but it also makes jungkook want to cry because he’s reading it as yet another rejection. apparently yoongi just wants to pass him off to hoseok to be comforted.
so he ends up giving a yoongi a watery look. it’s already too late to hide it anyway, jungkook’s nose is dripping a little and he has to wipe at it with the sleeve of his shirt. yoongi looks so confused.
“don’t want hoseok hyung,” jungkook whispers, cringing a little at how small he sounds.
real panic blooms in yoongi’s chest when he realizes jungkook is crying. jungkook can’t cry, he’s so happy and bold and good. seeing him curled into himself on the couch makes yoongi want to break something.
“namjoon, then?” yoongi says a little desperately, now completely snapped out of work mode. “i’ll go find namjoon, just-”
“do you-” jungkook cuts in quietly. yoongi immediately shuts up to listen. “do you not want to?”
“uh,” yoongi says intelligently, eyebrows scrunching, “what do you…?”
“i asked you to scent me, hyung,” jungkook says, unable to keep the soft whine out of his voice. being surrounded by yoongi’s scent isn’t good for jungkook’s composure. it makes him hyperaware of how much he wants from yoongi and how much he’s not getting. “i asked you and at first you didn’t hear me but then you said to go find hoseok hyung.”
“oh, shit, honey- that’s not what i meant. i do want to, i just- i didn’t know why you came to me for it, you know i’m not the best at this.” yoongi has started bouncing his knee. jungkook is comforted by yoongi’s reassurance, but it’s also sad that his hyung didn’t think jungkook would ever seek him out for attention.
“didn’t need you to talk to me or comfort me, hyung,” jungkook mumbles, “just missed you.”
yoongi is silent as it sinks in that jungkook had come to him specifically, and that he wasn’t just feeling sad and looking for some comfort. which means that yoongi is the asshole who’d disregarded jungkook and made him cry. he’d made their sweet omega maknae cry. yoongi’s going to punch himself, if jin doesn’t get to him first.
“do you still want me to?” yoongi says, trying to push past his guilt to be good for jungkook.
jungkook nods, looking up at yoongi hopefully. his lashes are dark and shiny, clumped together with moisture. “yeah,” jungkook says, hands twitching with the effort not to just reach out and pull yoongi on top of him.
“okay,” yoongi says, and gets out of his chair, crossing the small distance between them to hover awkwardly in front of the couch. jungkook finally breaks and grabs yoongi’s wrists, pulls him in so he loses his balance. with a little oof, yoongi ends up on jungkook’s lap with knees bracketing the omega’s hips.
“is this okay, hyung?” jungkook says as he moves his grip to yoongi’s sweater, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric and burying his face into the alpha’s neck. the smell of sun and earth is pungent in jungkook’s nose, and he can’t help but take a deep breath before glancing up at yoongi, who’s looking at him with something like wonder.
“yeah, it’s fine,” yoongi says, carefully putting a hand on the back of jungkook’s neck and the other in his hair. the omega sighs against him, his warm breath tangible even through the sweater.
“i’m sorry, jungkook. i didn’t mean to ignore you,” yoongi whispers. “i get like that when i’m stressed and i shouldn’t. i’ll fix it, i’ll be better.” he starts to card his hand through jungkook’s hair, which has jungkook nuzzling into his collarbone. with yoongi so close, touching him and speaking softly, jungkook feels calm settling over him, through him. “you should yell at me when i brush you off, yeah?” yoongi continues. “i’m sorry, honey.”
“it’s okay, hyung,” jungkook says. with the years they’ve known each other and all the little gestures yoongi does, jungkook knows that the alpha cares. it doesn’t excuse how distant he gets sometimes but the omega can understand. as untouchable as yoongi may seem, jungkook reminds himself that yoongi feels things just as strongly as the rest of them, evidenced by the times his scent will seep out, thick and distressed, from under whichever door he chooses to lock himself behind during bad days.
“i wanna help, when you’re stressed,” jungkook mumbles, face still buried in the alpha’s neck. the scent of him is so concentrated that jungkook feels his thoughts get hazy.
yoongi’s the only one who hasn’t ever come to him and demanded cuddles. sometimes jungkook thinks it might be that he doesn’t like contact, or maybe the way jungkook smells, but then he remembers that yoongi seems fine with jimin’s natural clinginess and he’s told jungkook (unprompted!) that he likes the omega’s scent. 'like lilacs,' he’d said.
“thank you,” yoongi says gruffly, like he doesn’t quite know how to respond. jungkook wraps his arms around yoongi’s waist and hitches him closer, so that their fronts are pressed together. yoongi doesn’t complain about being manhandled, just starts running fingers lightly across jungkook’s back, intermittently rubbing cool, dry palms over his temples.
by this point, jungkook’s brain has decided to take a leave of absence, or has perhaps transcended to another plane where everything hums with a sense of rightness and wellbeing. his nose rests in the dip of the alpha’s collarbone, and his lips are separated from yoongi’s skin by the fabric of the alpha’s sweater. purring starts, unbidden, from jungkook’s throat. the omega can feel yoongi’s breath catch before he answers in a pleased rumble that jungkook can feel deep in his chest.
yoongi places his hand on the side of jungkook’s neck to feel the vibrations of the low, crooning purr, so jungkook doesn’t bother to tamp it down. the omega’s instincts are pleased that the alpha is so captivated by his pleasure, like a feedback loop, if that makes any sense.
“honey, i have to move,” yoongi says after a while. the purring cuts off and jungkook pulls back in confusion.
“i, uh. my hip is cramping,” yoongi explains sheepishly.
jungkook blinks away the nice fog in his head and pins his hyung with a look that can only be described as judgmental.
“hyung-”
“shut up,” yoongi mutters, knowing how much jungkook enjoys teasing. “respect your elders.”
“indeed, i was raised to respect the elderly,” jungkook says innocently.
“i said elders, you brat,” yoongi says, fighting a smile. his hand on jungkook’s shoulder stabilizes him as he removes himself from jungkook’s lap. he lays back on the empty end of the couch and stretches out with a groan, legs bumping into jungkook, who gazes at him longingly. yoongi notices how his lips are parted, the omega looking so soft in his worn, gray henley. without a word, yoongi shifts until he’s leaning comfortably and then opens his arms. something in jungkook’s chest soars.
yoongi almost misses the sweet little smile on jungkook’s face because the omega practically dives into his embrace. the breath is crushed out of him and perhaps yoongi should have considered the kid’s muscle mass and larger frame. he wraps his arms around jungkook anyway.
“scent me,” jungkook demands. he knows he’s probably crushing his hyung a little, but he knows yoongi is tougher than he looks, and jungkook isn’t going to pass up cuddles. yoongi wheezes out a tiny laugh and rubs the undersides of his wrists over the bare skin of the omega’s neck and behind his ears. he does this rhythmically, until he feels satisfied with his work. sometime during this process, the purring starts up again.
while it takes a little extra effort to breathe, yoongi’s kind of comfortable under jungkook’s solid weight. he likes that he can feel when jungkook speaks.
“have dinner with us today,” jungkook says, nuzzling into yoongi’s neck. jungkook can’t really remember the last time the seven of them had a proper, home-made dinner together. three, four weeks ago?
“okay,” yoongi says serenely. perhaps omega hormones do make alphas more agreeable, jungkook thinks.
“good,” jungkook says. “i like it when you’re around.”
yoongi stiffens minutely at that. how this emotionally constipated hyung got so far in life jungkook doesn’t know, although if jungkook hadn’t met the other members at such an early age he imagines he’d be worse. the words hang in the air for a while and jungkook doesn’t push it.
“thank you, jungkook,” yoongi says finally. the omega hums happily in response.
“could you, um. y’know,” yoongi begins. jungkook waits for him to finish but has an inkling of what it might be when the alpha just can't seem to finish the thought.
“what, hyung,” jungkooks says.
“uh, y’know.”
“i don’t know?” the omega says, just to tease. yoongi huffs, and jungkook tilts his head up to see his hyung pouting the tiniest bit, looking staunchly at the ceiling.
”what i just did for you,” yoongi grumbles.
”ah, okay,” jungkook says without fanfare, putting yoongi out of his misery. jungkook is pleasantly bewildered that yoongi is asking for this. he reaches up to touch yoongi’s jaw, his hyung’s pretty, pale skin fragile under his fingers. the alpha is trusting him.
wanting to be loved doesn’t make you weak, jungkook thinks. how can it, when loving and being loved are the best feelings in the world? four months without his hyung’s scent on his skin, and weeks of allowing yoongi to draw away, when all jungkook had to do was ask. now the alpha is holding him, rumbling contentedly.
yoongi’s pulse flutters gently against jungkook’s skin as he rubs his wrist into yoongi’s neck, and everything becomes summer scented. sun-soaked leaves and lilacs.