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Yoongi’s not angry, of course he’s not. No, Yoongi’s fucking infuriated. There are two current problems he’s dealing with right now. To start off, there’s another omega beside his boyfriend who’s clearly desperately begging for his attention. With legs crossed, smooth skin revealed to the max behind fishnets, a pearly-white smile and fluttering eyes, anyone with eyes could see the omega was interested. And what really takes the fucking cake, what truly is bringing Yoongi to his boiling point: his boyfriend is feeding into it.
And okay, maybe Yoongi is reading too much into this. But how could he not? Jimin was Jungkook’s newest friend, an omega that complimented him a little too well. Both are dancers with quick humor and similar passions, fitting together seamlessly. Jungkook glued to Jimin faster than he did with him , and that’s what really hurts. Ever since the two met, it’s been ‘Jimin this,’ or ‘Jimin that,’ or ‘sorry, Jimin hyung and I are hanging out tonight.’ Jungkook’s ditched him a few too many times now, each time leaving Yoongi with a deeper scar than what he started with.
For christ’s sake, Yoongi doesn’t even fucking like parties, but he’s here just so he could spend time with his fucking boyfriend. Or, was trying to. The keyword here is trying. Since they’ve arrived, they’ve been plastered to the couch as Jungkook and Jimin chat amongst each other. Yoongi isn’t even in the fucking conversation!
God, he’s so fucking frustrated and hurt his eyes are stinging. He wants to leave this fucking party. The fumes from the alcohol and weed in the air is making his head spin, he’s simply not drunk enough for this. And fuck it, he’s horny too. He’s not ashamed to admit it. Jungkook’s new schedule doesn’t allow time for Yoongi, basically. They haven’t had sex in a little over a month. He’s going fucking insane. Jimin’s lucky he’s a fucking sweet kid or he’d been dead somewhere in a ditch. Not like Yoongi would have anything to do with that.
Anyways, yeah. Yoongi’s pretty fucking pissed. He straightens himself up from the cushions and throws a cautionary look to his right, bile rising in his throat as Jimin practically scents his boyfriend. He’s gonna murder Jungkook.
“Kook.” Yoongi states, voice low to keep the conversation between them. Jungkook glances at him quickly before returning his attention back to Jimin. Seriously, what the fuck. “Jungkook.” He seethes one more time, nudging him lightly with his shoulder.
Jungkook ignores him. And Yoongi isn’t really all that petty, but he’s got the urge to shove Jungkook off the couch and step on his legs. He nudges him once, twice, three times before following it with one more forceful shove. A bit much? Yes. But it garners his boyfriend’s attention so he’ll take it.
“What?” Jungkook hisses, mouth forming a low-grade snarl. Peeved, Yoongi’s omega bristles at the attitude. Is he really going to catch an attitude right now?
“Can we leave or something? Or can you just fucking talk to me?” Yoongi pleads, “We’ve been here for two hours and you haven’t even fucking looked at me.”
Jungkook’s eyebrows dip together, dissatisfied with Yoongi’s colorful language. If this situation was any different, he’d be rushing to apologize to his alpha and begging for forgiveness. But this isn’t a different situation, and Yoongi’s definitely not going to apologize for shit.
“You’re being a brat because you’re not getting attention? Really, Yoongi?” He hates when he does this. Belittles him for his fucking emotions, or making them seem like it’s black and white when it’s not. Jungkook doesn’t do this often, only when Yoongi’s being particularly bratty or whatever, but he doesn’t give a fuck.
“I’m not being a fucking brat. I’m just asking for my fucking alpha to give me some goddamn attention.” He hisses.
Vaguely, he notices Jimin shifting uncomfortably in his seat. And because Jungkook’s fucking hyperaware of him, he notes it too. Fucker. Jungkook’s eyes dim, annoyance clouding his vision and Yoongi’s suddenly had enough.
“Don’t embarrass me right now, Yoongi. Go get a drink or something, just leave and don’t come back until you get some sense back in your head.”
Yoongi scoffs in disbelief. Of course Jungkook would pin this on him. He’s so fucking annoyed right now, he could fucking combust in this very shitty seat. Yoongi holds his boyfriend's gaze for a few seconds before slumping his shoulders and rolling his eyes. “Whatever, dude. Do what you want.”
With that he pushes up from his seat and stalks off to the kitchen. He’s fucking furious beyond belief, but he’s just fucking upset really. Can’t Jungkook see the way he’s acting is hurting him? Or is his attention just all on Jimin? It’s moments like these where Yoongi feels like Jungkook really would leave him for the younger omega. Like, Jimin’s younger than he is, still older than Jungkook but only by two years. So they’re still in the same age range with the same likes and dislikes.
And Yoongi? Yoongi’s four years older, which doesn’t sound like much but it’s enough to warrant a range of reactions when they announce they’re together. And whereas Jungkook is active and vibrant, Yoongi is much duller and prefers to stay home. Maybe he should save them both the pain and heartache and just break up with him so he could just get with Jimin. That’s clearly what he wants, right?
“What’s got you all sour?”
Yoongi looks up from his perch against the counter, a bit relieved to see Hoseok and his bright smile. He really only has his best friends, but Hoseok’s been by his side since the very beginning. A beta himself, Hoseok fits in with every sub-gender there is, and his personality is what people like to keep around. He’s just a genuinely good person with a contagious laugh. He never fails to boost Yoongi’s mood when he’s feeling down.
“Hey, Hobi.” He greets, a small smile adorned on his sullen face. Hoseok beams at him, the sun practically shining out of his mouth. Hoseok approaches him, moving around the kitchen and gathering a multitude of drinks.
“Yoongles,” Hoseok greets back, “What’s wrong?”
Yoongi shakes his head, a soft sigh falling from his lips as he recalls the past few weeks. He heads behind the island and settles himself on the oddly comfortable stool. It’s out of place for a college party but he’ll take it.
“Jungkook’s ignoring me.” Hoseok casts him a questioning glance, but continues to formulate some type of liquid poison. “He’s been glued to Jimin’s side all night, hasn’t even looked at me once.”
“Oh,” Hoseok supplies, “have you tried to get his attention? Is it just tonight?”
“Yes!” Yoongi grumbles, “I’ve been trying to talk to him all night but he keeps ignoring me. And hell no it’s not just tonight. It’s been like this for a fucking month now, but he’s so caught up with Jimin he doesn’t even fucking realize he’s been neglecting me.”
Hoseok frowns. Yoongi can immediately tell his best friend is on his side. It’s not like he needed the confirmation to know he was right, but having someone else acknowledge the shitty situation alleviates some of the stress on his shoulders.
“What an asshole!”
“I know! We haven’t even had sex in a month. Hob-ah, I feel like he wants Jimin now. What if he realized Jimin is better than I am, and he’s gonna leave me for him?” Yoongi rubs his face in frustration.
“Now don’t say all that. You know Jungkook fucking adores you, he’s just being a dumbass right now. Besides, I think Jimin has his eyes on someone else.”
At that, Yoongi perks up. “Oh, who?”
Hoseok shrugs, “I feel like he’s interested in Taehyung but I'm not sure. I don’t think he’s a homewrecker though. He’s too sweet.”
Yoongi groans. This is so fucking difficult. Why can’t he just tell Jungkook what’s up? He isn’t mad that he’s not getting attention, he’s mad because someone else is getting attention. Too much attention, and it’s making his subconscious scream at him and, fuck. He feels a migraine coming on.
“Here, drink this. It’ll take the edge off.”
Yoongi squints at the red solo cup that’s in front of him. The brown liquid sloshing inside makes his stomach churn prematurely, and he can’t even begin to imagine what’s in this. He peeps at Hoseok, but when he only gestures for him to drink he shakes his shoulders and chugs it.
That’s fucking disgusting.
“That’s fucking disgusting.” Yoongi growls, throat burning as the alcohol slides down. Hoseok cackles, taking the cup from him and filling it up with an easier drink to follow it with. Yoongi chugs it faster, pleased at the sweeter taste.
“Why don’t you try and make him jealous?” Hoseok suggests. And honestly, that’s not a bad idea. Normally, Yoongi wouldn’t even dare to disrespect Jungkook like that. The relationship and boundaries they’ve set for each other have been strong since the beginning. But with these recent turn of events, Yoongi feels like being a brat. But he also doesn’t want to stoop so low.
“It’s a good idea, but it would just backfire, and I don’t want to make the situation worse. I think I’ll just stay away from him for the rest of the night.” Hoseok nods in understanding.
“At least you’re being a bigger person. I’m sure he’ll come looking for you at some point.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, “He has to.”
Jungkook does not come looking for him. Yoongi’s going to commit arson if this is how the rest of the night will go. Two more hours have passed, and Jungkook hasn’t even glanced in his direction. At least he’s moved from the couch. Now he’s slung up against the wall across from him on the other side of the room, Jimin obviously by his side. Taehyung joined their trio as well.
Yoongi’s known Taehyung longer, the two having crossed paths five months ago. He fit in with their friend group well, bringing them to a six person group until Jimin made it seven. Thing is, Yoongi doesn’t remember Jungkook clinging to Taehyung as much as he is with Jimin. Just more fuel for his fire at this point, now he’s just noticing shit to make himself even angrier.
This probably isn’t healthy, but whatever.
Yoongi leans his head against the wall, eyes closing to block at least one of his senses. The room still has the same stifling scent, floors vibrating to the beat of the music. It’s a catchy song, one he recognizes from Olivia Rodrigo. An American song that right now is resonating with his fucking soul. He hums lightly, head lightly nodding to the beat. It’s at this point Yoongi realizes he wants to go home.
“Fuck.” He grumbles, opening his eyes to look for Jungkook. He immediately regrets it. Jimin’s full-blown laughing, the weight of his body leaning into Jungkook, face squished against his boyfriend’s chest. God, he feels like he’s going to throw up.
Whatever, he’s not going to stand here and look stupid. Yoongi tosses his halfway filled parting gift from Hoseok on the nearest surface and stomps to the couch where he sat earlier. The angry beat of the music influences his steps, and he feels the adrenaline begin to surge within. Yoongi sees his jacket with his keys left haphazardly on the couch, and thank god for drunk students and their inability to steal.
Yoongi snatches it up, throwing it on quickly. Any second longer in this place and he’s gonna fuck up everyone in here. Unfortunately for him, the couch is within Jungkook’s, and their friends, line of sight. He can feel his boyfriend’s stare burning into the side of his face, but he pointedly ignores it.
Ensuring he has his wallet and keys, Yoongi heads towards the door. At this point the party is packed to the brim with sweaty bodies, and Yoongi finds himself using his shoulders to move the solid standers. He’s just about to wrap his hand around the door knob when a firm grip settles on his free wrist and turns him around.
He’s immediately met with Jungkook’s confused eyes, though he can see a bit of residual anger simmering as well. Yoongi feels pathetic, but the tight hold Jungkook has on him leaves his skin itching with want. His alpha’s scent is filling his nostrils, and he knows Jungkook is doing this on purpose to get him to submit. His alpha can probably sense Yoongi’s agitation.
“Where are you going?” Jungkook whispers, but his words ring loud and clear in his ears.
“Home.”
Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Yoongi’s tone, probably caught off-guard at the attitude he’s developed. He steps closer, and Yoongi has to breathe shallowly to prevent himself from giving in.
“Run that by me again?” Jungkook questions, though it’s more of a demand. Yoongi knows it’s an indirect command for him to repeat himself and check his tone, save himself before it’s too late. But Yoongi’s had enough of keeping himself in check, a shitty alpha doesn’t deserve a good omega.
“I said I’m fucking going home.” Yoongi snaps, “why do you care?”
“What do you mean why do I care?” Jungkook snarls, “and watch your tone if you know what’s good for you, Yoongi. ”
Yoongi shivers, Jungkook tracing the action with irritation. It’s only his name, but it’s so derogatory , he might as well have called him some type of degrading term for omegas. It sets his nerves on fire. But then he sees Jimin and Taehyung approaching them worriedly, and any lust is wiped from his system instantaneously.
“I don’t need to watch shit, Jungkook. Stop pretending like you care when you haven’t given me the light of fucking day in well over a fucking month. At this point if you like Jimin so much why don’t you just fucking date him instead? Huh? It’s not like you’ve been paying me any fucking mind, always too busy with your new omega there.” Yoongi shouts, but the music drowns his voice from any bystanders.
“Kook? Yoongi?” Jimin murmured, and some distant part of him felt sorry for the younger. He knows he’s not really doing anything wrong, quickly noting how Jimin is just close and touchy with everyone. He understands some of his anger is misdirected, but he’s so fed up with everything no one is safe.
“Whatever,” Yoongi jeers softly, “I can’t do this anymore. Enjoy the party.”
Yoongi swings around and leaves the party, ignoring the bitter wind that slaps him in the face, completely missing the hurt look across Jungkook’s face. The walk home is filled with light sniffling and rubbed-raw cheeks. The night replays in his head like a sad chick flick, and he’s desperate to just lay in bed and properly cry the night away.
He gets home nearly fifteen minutes later, and he’s now positively exhausted. Hanging his coat up, Yoongi shrugs off his coat and inhales the soothing scent of home . His scent lingers gently in the air, but Jungkook’s ocean-water aroma is what eases the tension in his body. Despite his boyfriend's shitty actions, he wants nothing more than to desperately bask in his being. Yoongi would do anything to keep him happy… even if that means giving him up to someone else.
With a heavy heart, Yoongi trudges to his bedroom and strips himself of the night’s clothing, collapsing into bed immediately after. It’s here, in the stillness of the apartment, that he allows himself to cry. It starts off slowly, a few tears burning the rim of his eyes until it unfolds into a stream of constant tears. He’s always been a quiet crier, but tonight a new type of sob rips from his throat.
He wraps himself in the bed sheets, sucking in his and Jungkook’s mingled scents. But even here the scent is faint, almost like they haven’t slept besides each other in months. He can’t smell anything past his own soured scent.
Yoongi’s eyes flutter open, vision blurry from slumber. He hadn’t even realized he fell asleep, but it couldn’t have been that long. The sun is still set and although the clock is partially blocked, he can still make out that only thirty minutes have passed. He’s about to shift back into place when he feels it, nimble fingers caressing his bare arm and he stiffens.
Heart thumping wildly in his chest, Yoongi lightly inhales and knows it’s Jungkook. He’s tempted to turn around and bury himself in his boyfriend’s chest but he has to be strong. He still hasn’t forgiven him for his shit. At Yoongi’s stirring, Jungkook brings himself closer, broad chest pressed against his back.
“Hi, baby.” Jungkook whispers, voice devoid of his earlier anger. Yoongi softens, allowing himself to at least lay his head back down.
He doesn’t verbally respond, throat scratchy from earlier. Instead, he settles on humming. It does the trick, Jungkook stopping his ministrations to lightly hold his arm and beginning to pepper kisses along his throat. Yoongi preens at the attention.
“Can you turn around for me?” Jungkook asks, shifting his hold from his arm to his shoulder. Yoongi’s about to resist, but the calming pheromones Jungkook’s releasing is making his head swim. With a firmer touch, Yoongi pliantly turns around in Jungkook’s hold.
Yoongi hesitates to make eye contact, but raises his eyes when Jungkook raises his chin. Jungkook smiles at the action, clearly appreciative of Yoongi’s compliance. Yoongi can’t help but blush at his boyfriend’s strong gaze, feeling like he’s being seen through. And maybe he is, Jungkook’s always been good at reading him. Always can tell when something’s wrong, or when Yoongi’s upset.
Which is what makes this whole thing even more annoying, why didn’t Jungkook catch on that something was wrong in the first place?
“I’m sorry, baby.” Jungkook apologizes, “I’ve been a bad boyfriend haven’t I? A bad alpha? You’ve been trying to tell me something was wrong this whole time. Why don’t you talk to me now, hm?”
See? Always sees right through him.
Yoongi exhales, “I’m sorry too. I just- I got jealous when you started hanging around Jimin more, and not giving me any attention.”
Jungkook pulls him closer, his breaths now dancing across the tip of his nose. It’s like he’s trying to make up for the time lost. “I’m sorry you feel like I was neglecting you, just know I wasn’t doing so purposefully… but it sounds like there’s still something else? Tell me everything.”
“I- I don’t know,” Yoongi stutters, “I guess when I saw you guys together I couldn’t help but realize how good you two look with each other.. And how much happier you’d be with him.”
It’s silent for a moment, and Yoongi has to look in between them to keep his cool. Opening himself up like this isn’t his specialty, and the lack of an immediate response is spiking his nerves. Then, Jungkook’s chest begins to vibrate. Is this kid having a fucking seizure?
One glance up and- nope. Not a seizure, he’s just laughing. Yoongi frowns, and Jungkook laughs harder at the adorable expression. Yoongi huffs, making his way to get up but Jungkook slings his arm around his waist and holds him down.
“I’m not laughing at you, baby!” Jungkook defends.
“Convincing.” Yoongi groused. Jungkook tightens his grip further, and what’s with this kid and tight grips in non-sexual positions? Now he’s gonna be bruised, and not even in a good way.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Jungkook apologizes once he’s calmed down. “I just can’t believe you would say that.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Baby, why would you ever think Jimin is better than you? You’re fucking beautiful, and the sincerest, most caring person I’ve ever met. Jimin’s like a brother to me, and he likes Taehyung!”
Huh, Hobi was right. “Well, yeah but he’s younger!” Yoongi defends.
Bewildered, Jungkook blinks at him. “Baby, you know you’re only four years older than me right? Besides, I don’t care about your age. You’re the perfect compliment to me, we were made for each other!”
Yoongi flushes at the compliment, tapping Jungkook in the chest as he buries himself in the broad muscle. He whines as Jungkook litters his skin with more kisses, their innocence quickly transforming into something a little bit more sensual when Jungkook nips at his neck.
“I guess I was just caught up in my head.” Yoongi murmurs, “I have to stop getting in my head.”
“I agree, you do have to get out of your head. But it’s not like I'm winning boyfriend of the month anytime soon.” Jungkook jokes.
Yoongi chuckles, basking in the moment. This is what he wanted, the two of them mingled together as one being, not a care in the world. Yoongi closes his eyes, allowing himself to take in the moment. All is well now, and his omega is finally content again.
Then, Jungkook swiftly bites down. Yoongi yelps, nearly punching his boyfriend as he pulls off, hand slapping over the mark. He’s taken aback by the dark look in his eyes, and sputters at the sudden change.
“What the fuck?” Yoongi hisses.
He didn’t think it was possible, but Jungkook’s face dims further. “Now that's all settled, someone’s been a bit mouthy tonight, no?”
Ah, fuck.