Sorry, is this seat taken?

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/15361479.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M, Multi
Fandom: | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V
Character: Jeon Jungkook, Kim Taehyung | V
Additional Tags: Alpha Jeon Jungkook, Omega Kim Taehyung | V, Dom Kim Taehyung |
V, Sub Jeon Jungkook, Knotting, Breeding, Minor Min Yoongi |
Suga/Park Jimin, Minor Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin, Kim
Taehyung | V is a Little Shit, Size Queen Taehyung, there's probably
plot at this point, Top Jeon Jungkook, Bottom Kim Taehyung | V, Non-
Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe -
Soulmates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - No
Werewolves
Stats: Published: 2018-07-20 Completed: 2019-02-28 Chapters: 6/6 Words:
22934

Sorry, is this seat taken?

by againstthewind

Summary

There’s a rumor flying around that Jeongguk can’t knot and Taehyung is more than curious
to live the experience himself.
 Have you heard?
Chapter Notes

lmao this is like the "blow off the steam, get your fingers used to writing, and also find
an excuse to write ABO because i ran out them to read" fic.

working on everything else but this is just y'know, something i don't have to worry
about regarding quality or plot.

going to be a few short chapters. based off that valentines day thing i posted on twt.

yes. i should be ashamed akjdhfsdgfghjkl didn't even proofread this.

PLEASE. THIS IS JUST KEYBOARD SMASHING, hello my sacrifice to the lack of

power bottom tae

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“I don’t know, why don’t you use Bulge or something?” Hoseok suggests with a tip of his head, his
face is apologetic and Taehyung shoots the alpha a pointed look.

He had been ranting about his recent sexual encounters falling short of expectations and Hoseok
knows better than anyone else that Bulge is a shit dating app.

“Been there done that, just like you.” Taehyung mutters, stirring at his oily chow-mein as Hoseok
makes an offended gasp. “The alphas on that app always lie about the size of their junk, why is that
even a thing? That guy I saw last month, do you remember? He popped a knot and I couldn’t even
feel it.”

Across from him, his cousin Jin erupts into a violent coughing fit. The alpha’s face rushes with
colour as he flails around trying to catch his breath and the sudden cacophony causes his fiancé
Namjoon to choke on his own food.

As the couple hack in unison, the other couple at the table, Jimin and Yoongi watch on in
amusement.

Jin making a fuss is a common thing but Namjoon making a mess while trying to care for his lover
is honestly the most amusing part of the whole arrangement.

It’s noon and Taehyung’s friend group has assembled in the bustling food court between all their
office buildings. They don’t get to do this often but they try to make their schedules align as best
they can.

There’s nothing like being able to bitch about work and troubles mid-day, mid-week. There’s also
nothing like being surrounded by his trusted squad.

They always take what Taehyung has to say seriously but this whole thing about the omega and his
obsession for large alpha dick has been wearing literally everyone down for years. This isn't all
that runs through his head, or all that he talks about per say but his heat is coming up and it's
shifting his priorities.
Taehyung has a talent.

It’s one he wouldn’t normally share with the public but it’s a skill nonetheless.

His asshole, it’s super flexible.

He’d discovered this early on in high school with self-experimentation and in university, he pretty
much ascertained his kink for being split wide open on alpha knot. Since then, he’s been tapping
into his friend’s information networks to find him trustworthy partners in bed.

His malleability makes it so that almost nothing makes him wince. The thing is like a tiny vacuum
around whatever enters but the main difference lies in Taehyung’s own level of enjoyment. As
harsh as it sounds, twig dicks don’t make him come, no matter how long they are. Even worse,
nowadays, he needs to be knotted to reach his high.

In Taehyung’s books, girth is the factor that changes the game. A thick members also frequently
mean a gigantic knot and there’s just nothing like feeling the way the walls of his ass shift to
accommodate a sizeable bulb.

Vulgar but this is reality of his sex life.

While it sounds nice and simple in theory, in practice he still hasn’t managed to locate someone
who can make him feel completely full. He doesn’t know what that would feel like but he dreams
about it. It's ridiculous but the situation has gotten so bad, he's refuses to die before he's filled
properly.

How is this his actual life?

“I just can’t seem to find the right knot,” the omega groans, increasingly frustrated. He runs his
twitching hands through ashy grey hair and Jimin erupts into laughter at his side, black locks
trembling as he chortles away freely. Shifting in his chair, Taehyung pokes his best friend in the
ribcage with a whine but the alpha only shoots him a bright grin.

“Chim, this is serious business. Imagine having sex and just never feeling entirely good about it.”
Jimin reaches over to pat at his hair, smoothing away at the mess Taehyung had previously
created. The omega might be a whole head taller than his alpha confidant but Jimin is undoubtedly
the parent figure between the two.

“Wanna hear something Taetae?” Jimin’s smile seems to light up the entire cafeteria and Yoongi
shifts a little closer, reaching over to touch the alpha’s arm. “It’s a new lead. Remember Jeon
Jeongguk?”

At this Taehyung’s ears perk up because who doesn’t know Jeon Jeongguk? He’s the hot shot
alpha who went to the same college as them, handsome enough to kill a man with just his looks,
soccer scholarship under his belt and the descendant of a powerful bloodline.

Unfortunately, Taehyung only ever saw him in passing, having shared zilch classes with Jeongguk.
It had seemed like every party he was at, Jeongguk had decided to skip.

No serendipity whatsoever. Even now, Taehyung knows they work in the same firm but they’ve
never crossed paths.

“Yeah? He’s out of my league, but what about him?”

“First off, no one is out of your league, shut up. More importantly, there’s a rumour you know,”
Jimin leans over and whispers in his ear, “that Jeongguk is packing but can’t pop a knot.”

It takes a few seconds to sink in but when it does, Taehyung’s eyes fly wide open and he reels
back, blinking a number of times before narrowing his eyes. “Are you fucking kidding me Chim,”
the omega hisses, “have you seen him? He could literally have anyone he wants, he doesn’t pop a
knot probably because he’s waiting for the right one or something. I need a knot, not a mate. He
definitely doesn’t fit the bill!” He waves his hands around, Namjoon and Jin’s red faces gulping
down water in the background.

“No, no, you don’t get it,” Jimin lurches forward and grabs at his wrist.

Taehyung grunts.

“Yeah, in university he fucked around and didn’t knot anyone, that’s cool, but Tae, I said it’s a new
lead for a reason. There’s fresh and growing gossip going around. Apparently, he actually can’t
pop a knot even though he wants to. Some omega chick slept with him and wheedled it out of the
poor guy so now everyone is speculating shit.”

“Can we stop talking about phalluses, I’ve lost my appetite.” Yoongi grumbles and plants his face
into Jimin’s arm. The alpha immediately turns his attention towards his mate but not before
sending an encouraging look Taehyung’s way.

“Just think about it.”

The alpha doesn’t need to say it twice.

The gears in Taehyung’s mind are already turning.

.
.
.

Word travels at the speed of light through the grapevine.

If Taehyung hadn’t heard the rumour from Jimin’s mouth first, he would have eventually learned
about it during a coffee break later that day on the 10th floor.

Two alpha females are giggling into their cups near the television hooked up to the wall. The large
space conveniently creates an echo and their voices easily travel over to where Taehyung is
diligently washing his mug before placing it in the dishwasher.

His ears perk up as the one in the pencil skirt nearly trips over herself to divulge the information
he’s been eager to get his hands on.

“By the way, did you hear? Everyone’s been talking about it. Who would have thought that Jeon
can’t pop a knot?” Her voice is laced with wonder. It's a tone that harbours secrets ready to spilled
and Taehyung instantly knows that this could be the start of an elaborate plan to get himself into
the elusive alpha’s pants.

Although he's far done with his rinsing, the omega quickly pretends to busy himself with soaping
up clean plates, buying himself time by running the ceramics beneath the tap as slowly as possible.

“Shut up! We don’t even know if it’s true yet,” her accomplice smacks her friend's upper arm and
the sound rings through the kitchen area. "Besides, popping a knot has nothing to do with a
person's worth."

“Oh stop it, I didn't meant it that way! But aren't you curious about why it doesn't happen for him?
I actually heard from my friend that Jeon is a dirty talker with a breeding kink.”

Taehyung instantly stiffens, loins giving a hard throb because Jeon is sounding more perfect by the
second.

Fuck if he doesn’t enjoy a guy whispering absolute filth in his ear.

“If someone with those tastes doesn’t enjoy swelling up down there, I don’t know who would.”

“That’s kind of hot,” these words follow after a whistle, “now that I think about it, you can’t
accidentally get pregnant with his pups! Also, you wouldn't have to worry about being marked. It's
only a mating practice if he creates a claiming bite while knotting.”

The alpha females swoon, their heels clopping as they walk towards the exit, “great sex and full
proof protection. Wow, not going to lie, the experience sounds like it has its plus sides. Why don't
we try to talk to him tomorrow?”

They filter out the door, moving on to gossip about a manager’s new marriage but their earlier
comments leave Taehyung feeling helplessly hot and bothered. It’s been a while since he’s been
dying to give a conquest chase and as his hands reach for the tap, fingers twisting the knob shut,
he’s already made up his mind.

A challenge with an unpredictable ending, huh? Taehyung's up for that. He has nothing to lose.

He’s going to sit on that Jeon cock and induce his knot.

For the sake of his own sanity.

Taehyung’s certain he’s going to give Jeon the ride of his life. The boy won’t even know what hit
him.

.
.
.

“Hey mister big-but-useless-dick.”

Jeongguk sighs and sticks a foot out in an attempt to trip his colleague, but Yugyeom,
unfortunately, has fast reflexes. The beta dodges at the last second, snickering as he comes away
from throwing his insult, uninjured and ready to update Jeongguk on everything that he’s learned.

“Will you stop it? We’re at work and we’re supposed to be professionals here.” The young alpha
reminds him, sick and done with all the whispers behind his back. Who knew that a small tidbit of
information could make a whole company go wild, much less extremely personal and virtually
irrelevant information?

He should have never taken that omega to bed; bad judgement leads to horrid conclusions. It was
clear she had been after him for more than just a night and his rejection had enraged her into
making his private life a frontpage magazine feature.

Jeongguk wants to say that he’s unbothered but that would be the farthest statement from the truth.
He’s pissed enough to decimate an entire nation, his pride heavily dented as not being able to knot
is, after all, one of his greatest insecurities and he can’t believe she was able to extract that from his
intoxicated mouth.

“Based on what all the individuals in this building have been curious about the entire morning and
afternoon, I’d say no one is a professional. Sometimes I underestimate the power you hold over the
thirst nation.” Yugyeom barks out a laugh as he easily slips into the rolling office chair beside
Jeongguk. The two are in an empty boardroom, preparing for a presentation later in the week.

Jeongguk’s withering glare is ignored as Yugyeom continues to chuckle into his fist, “what the hell
are you so happy about?” The alpha mutters, eyes closing as his brows furrow into angry tense
lines, “Aren’t you supposed to be my friend and I don’t know, at least trying to make an effort to
cheer me up instead of bathing enthusiastically in my frustration?”

“Okay, Jeonggukkie, you don’t even understand, I have the best thing to tell you ever. It’s going to
turn your whole world upside down, that frown is going to disappear in seconds flat. Trust me.”
Yugyeom’s eyes have that glint that speaks of raging determination and whenever it appears,
Jeongguk instinctively knows that Yugyeom would never fail in serving the tea.

The alpha sighs, he can’t possibly imagine anything good coming out of this entire situation, “spit
it out.”

“You got it. One word: Taehyung.”

A beat of silence passes before Jeongguk’s eyes instantaneously shoot wide open, his neck
snapping to the side to meet Yugyeom’s gleeful gaze.

His grip around the arms of the chair colours his knuckles bloodless.

“What?” Jeongguk whispers, shell shocked, “say that again?”

“Taehyung,” Yugyeom repeats, look on his face transforming a touch maniac. “Went for lunch,
food court y’know because it’s close, and while I was waiting in line, I was directly behind where
Taehyung and his troupe of friends were sitting. Hoseok, Ji-”

“Yes, Jimin, and what about it?” Jeongguk finishes the sentence for his friend impatiently,
straightening in his seat, hand waving as if trying to speed up their chat.

“They were talking about how you can’t puff it up on Jeon Jr. and Jimin basically encouraged
Taehyung to sit on your dick. The thing is,” Yugyeom shifts closer, his cologne hitting Jeongguk’s
nose as he delivers the finishing blow, “Taehyung didn’t say no, he looked thoughtful and if that’s
not a sign that your dream boy might be shacking it up with you soon, I don’t know what is.”
 All of a sudden, having his most terrible secret shared with the entire world doesn’t sound too bad.

“Oh,” Jeongguk replies stupidly.

Taehyung, Kim Taehyung was thinking about him.

“Told you so,” the beta across from him screeches, “wait till I tell Dokyeom, he’s going to
combust.”

The alpha is much too lost in his thoughts to try and stop his friend from sending a message into
the group chat. His mind floats to the omega he’s had his eyes on since middle school, the one he
could never go near without becoming a bumbling mess.

He’s had his reasons for never approaching Taehyung, but if Taehyung comes to him first.

Well, Jeongguk is going to make sure he likes it enough that he stays.

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Chapter End Notes

lmao I know it sounds like everything revolves around sex but no, it won't be that way
forever, just the hot topic for the time being. LOL.

I'm that person who has ongoing stuff always. cries.

about on the deity fic ... soon...

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 Overwhelm and underwhelm
Chapter Notes

this is pretty much the only way i can update regularly: little words, little proofreading,
and little tact.

haha i lied, there is mini plot.

Just wanted to clarify, they aren't werewolves. Just humans with some kind of abo
thing going on hence the non-traditional tag.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Akin to a flickering flame quelled, the conversation revolving around Jeongguk’s knot eventually
putters out.

It takes a solid three weeks for the gossip to be buried and Jeongguk’s patience is tested to its very
limits within that timeframe. Omegas flock to his cubicle, sugar on their tongues and eyes alight
with blazing fire. Beautiful faces he’s never seen or heard of before, infiltrate his personal space,
breathing into his ear sultry suggestions he’d rather not indulge in.

He threatens reporting sexual harassment to HR on multiple occasions, the bold ones usually
spooked by his warnings, but it doesn’t halt gifts of intent being left strewn across his office desk
and shoved into his mailbox.

Jeongguk stocks up on garbage bags and chucks them all out, every last one.

The alpha is mildly apologetic; amongst the soiled lingerie and suggestive presents, there had been
letters written from the heart and offerings made with pure wishes. His shyer admirers had taken
the opportunity to show their affections but lumped together with the entire “who can jump on
Jeongguk’s penis” fiasco, Jeongguk hadn’t held the emotional capacity to properly appreciate
them.

What he’s infuriated and frustrated about isn’t the fact that he’s desirable to the masses. He has
always been, and he takes pride in his physique, facial features, and impressive social stats. Never
let it be said that Jeongguk is opposed to the occasional hook-up or that he’s a stranger to friends
with benefits.

The alpha is livid because it would seem that his inability to knot has transformed him from an
accomplished individual into a living dildo that everyone deserves a ride on.

Knotting doesn’t define how capable he is, and he would have been damned if he had allowed
anyone to advantage of him during that period of vulnerability.

Now that the storm has passed, his life has more or less returned to its previous state but thinking
back on it, Jeongguk would have made an exception for one individual should they have shown
interest in warming his sheets.

Kim Taehyung.

The omega had never approached him, nor had he dropped off an item for Jeongguk laden with his
scent.

Jeongguk’s so fucking disappointed because despite the shady circumstances, he would have still
appreciated the opportunity to bed the omega of his dreams.

Their entire group chat is still confused as to whether or not Kim Taehyung had ever been
interested, chalking up Yugyeom’s observation to be a misinterpretation.

“I’m telling you, Taehyung’s smarter than you think he is,” Yugyeom had spit out, exasperated at
the stupidity of his friend circle, “Listen up basic bitches, I bet my entire month’s pay on him
coming for that Jeon cock after the storm has passed. Look, he has standards, you think he’s just
going to be another one of those people lining up for Jeongguk?”

Turns out Yugyeom might have been right.

“Alright team,” Jeongguk is pulled back to the present by Park Jinyoung’s voice as he stands at the
front of the client meeting room twirling an expo marker in his hand. “Before we get started today,
I’d just like inform everyone of a small change in personnel.”

“The fuck, why is there someone new? Who would voluntarily join this committee?” Mingyu
mutters under his breath at Jeongguk’s side. His alpha friend is the CEO’s son and because of that
link, he had been pulled onto this event planning team. Something about bridging the gap between
management and employees, making the CEO and his family appear more caring and
approachable.

Typical corporate bullshit.

Jeongguk is part of this committee because he needs the community portion of his performance
scorecard looking stellar. He also doesn’t mind event planning as it usually nets him a limitless
supply of drink tickets; every firm event is open bar night for him.

He lives a good life.

“As we know, for our upcoming end-of-summer celebration, Park Jimin from marketing had been
in charge of decorations and he was supposed to help out with catering, but we’ve been informed as
of this morning that his department needs him to help launch a new largescale recruiting
campaign.” Jeongguk’s eyes furrow.

Jimin had been really good at his job and his loss, no doubt, is a huge blow to their small team.

Jinyoung smiles, all white teeth and gentle eyes, “but he helped us find a replacement and this
individual from the design department is well known for their organization skillset. I have the
utmost faith that he can fill in Jimin’s shoes. I’d like you all to welcome Kim Taehyung into our
midst.”

The glass door slides open and everyone else claps whilst Jeongguk’s freezes in his chair. His
vision is filled with silver hair, long lashes, broad shoulders, and the prettiest collarbones he has
ever had the pleasure of drinking in.

Taehyung, as per usual, is absolutely gorgeous and the proximity is making Jeongguk’s nose go
haywire. He’s only ever smelled the omega’s scent on a breeze from a distance, and the
concentrated waft of cotton and honey is steadily liquidating his organs and the last two neurons in
his head.

If it wasn’t for the family curse, Jeongguk is sure he would have talked to the omega by now
instead of waiting at the sidelines, hoping that someday, the beautiful older man will turn his
attention on the alpha.

He’s thankful for every chance he has that puts him in Taehyung’s line of sight and he raises his
hands to clap as well, blending in with the crowd as the omega shoots everyone a dazzling boxy
smile, bowing low.

“Thank you! As you already know, my name is Taehyung, you can call me Tae if you’d like.”
Yeah, Jeongguk would like that very much. “I work as part of the UI design team and I’m pleased
to be here. Looking forward to working with everyone.” Taehyung’s voice is deep, a pleasant warm
chocolate funneling into Jeongguk’s ear drums and the alpha is hyperaware of every shift of
Taehyung’s form.

“Perfect, thanks for coming to us on such a short notice. You’ll be taking up Jimin’s previous role
in sorting out the decorations and dabbling into catering which Jeongguk is in charge of. Why don’t
you settle in and then we’ll get started with the meeting? Try to follow along as best you can.”

There are only fifteen chairs in the room and all are occupied save for two.

The empty one in the centre, a distance from Jeongguk, had previously housed Jimin’s perky ass
while the remaining unfilled spot lays beside Jeongguk to his right.

It’s Bambam’s throne, the beta absent from the meeting with a fever and Jeongguk’s heart
hammers in his chest as Taehyung moves, sure and confident steps that lead towards the centre
seat.

Or course, Jeongguk thinks, shoulders drooping, why would the omega ever choose to – oh.

Wait.

Minggyu seems to come to same realization as reality quickly soars above expectations. “Is this
what I think it is?” The alpha whispers with a smirk but Jeongguk doesn’t dare reply, eyes trained
on the way Taehyung doesn’t even pause, bypassing the chair at the centre to arrive at Jeongguk’s
side.

Up close, the closest he’s ever been, Jeongguk can count the longer and finer lower lashes that
contour Taehyung’s waterline. His scent unveils a new hint of pine that the alpha hadn’t been able
to recognize from a distance and the cute little mole on the tip of his nose looks more delectable in
person than in photos.

Jeongguk is a goner.

“Sorry,” Taehyung breathes, “is this seat taken?”

It’s definitely not taken, in fact Jeongguk will make sure that Bambam vacates this chair
forevermore. He nods, trying to keep his calm and offers Taehyung a small smile.
“No, it isn’t,” he gestures beside him and hopes that his scent isn’t spiking, “please, go ahead. I’m
Jeongguk, by the way, nice to meet you.” The alpha turns in his chair and stands, rising to
Taehyung’s height and extends a hand.

The moment Taehyung’s skin comes in contact with his own, his stomach flips inside out.

The omega’s healthy skin is soft to the touch and cool, a perfect contrast to Jeongguk’s body that
runs heated like a furnace throughout all months of the year.

“I’m Taehyung,” the omega replies with what Jeongguk believes is a purr, eyes more hooded than
they were seconds ago. The alpha’s breath gets stuck in his throat, his hand immediately leaving
Taehyung’s own, but when he blinks, he is greeted with Taehyung looking professional and
friendly once more.

Jeongguk isn’t sure if what he had seen previously was a trick of the light or his imagination
running wild.

Most likely both due to his years of pent up sexual frustration for this beautiful omega and he
ought to be ashamed of himself.

He sits down and fixes his suit, kicking Mingyu in the shin when the alpha snickers as Taehyung
busies himself with introductions to their other seatmates.

The meeting starts but all Jeongguk can really focus on is Taehyung sitting beside him, luscious lip
caught between his teeth as he scribbles down notes. The omega’s scent is still maddening despite
the fact that Jeongguk should have gotten used to it by now and with his sleeves rolled up,
Taehyung’s lithe but powerful forearms are on display for the alpha to permanently stamp into his
memories.

In the half hour that Jinyoung speaks and gives instructions, Jeongguk loses himself, fully drunk on
the thought of Taehyung being by his side. The jinx on the alphas of the Jeon family doesn’t seem
confining anymore with Taehyung tapping a melody into the floor with the tip of his leather dress
shoes.

Taehyung leans in his chair often to adjust his position and it’s a common thing to see in a meeting
room, but the hair on the back of Jeongguk’s neck stands every time. Somehow, he feels that the
omega shifts closer with each instance and this thought is affirmed when the arms of their chairs
eventually touch, Taehyung’s shoulder momentarily brushing against his own.

His loins stir in mild interest.

“Since Kim is new, mind just walking him through how we usually do things on your own time?
You’re good with teaching and we can get him started on helping you with catering.” Jinyoung
instructs at one point, labelling Jeongguk as sacrifice and the alpha nods so hard he probably cracks
his spine.

“Sure,” and then his chest fills with pride when a glance to the side reveals Taehyung sending him
a grateful smile. His eyes are sparkling.

Thoughts whirring with how to talk to Taehyung after the meeting is adjourned – he practices in
his head – Jeongguk is horribly crestfallen when the omega immediately packs up and rushes into
a client call proceeding Jinyoung’s dismissal. He shoots Jeongguk a warm grin before hurrying out
the door with a quick goodbye.

His ass sways as he exits and Jeongguk sits winded in his seat as the rest of their team filters slowly
from the room. He nods when a few bid him good day but otherwise zones out into the large
windows that line the meeting space until it’s just him and Mingyu.

“So,” his good friend starts slowly, “does this mean I owe Yugyeom my whole month’s salary now
because I thought for sure that whole Taehyung thing was a misinterpretation but… was it just me
or did he kind of flirt with you? Can’t be entirely sure.” Mingyu frets, pulling out his phone and
checking his bank account. “Damn, Gguk, do you think he was? I’m not gonna tell Gyeom for now
because I have to be able to feed myself for at least another week.”

“I have no idea,” Jeongguk admits because for all he knows, he’s going to read too much into
anything involving Kim Taehyung. “Wait until we can say for sure. I’ll pay Gyeom for you if
that’s the case.” Lord knows Yugyeom needs a raise for giving hope to Jeongguk’s love life in this
entire mess.

“You serious?” Mingyu wraps his arms around Jeongguk and pulls him in for a headlock, the alpha
grunting in protest. “You’re a true bro. Just for that, I’ll cook your meals for a month since I always
make extra.” Mingyu is a fabulous cook and Jeongguk could never say no.

“Now all we gotta do is wait to see if he’s actually into you.”

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.

“Phase 1 is clear. I got out of the committee and recommended him,” Jimin relays with a shit eating
grin at dinner. “Our Taehyungie is on his way to being stuffed.”

“Can you stop saying that crap when I’m trying to eat?” Hoseok’s chopsticks come flying and
Yoongi nabs them just before they can mar his alpha’s face. The hit with floor with a clang,
startling Taehyung mid bite.

“Behave,” Yoongi growls, exasperated at both his best friend and mate but the two continue to
playfully glare at each other over the feast that Jin had prepared, said cook too busy trying to down
all the alcohol possible to care about the war breaking out over the dinner table.

“Jimin,” Taehyung sighs around a mouth full of white rice, “have more tact please and I’m not
even sure if this is going to work. We saw how he turned everyone down and today he didn’t really
react much. Not a single scent spike. While that honestly turns me on, we both know this will take
more work than expected.”

His best friend frowns, swiping a hand through his hair and crossing his arms over his chest, “yeah,
that surprises me. I seriously thought Jeon would be easier game, you know how most alphas act
when you purr but based on what you told me, we’ll need to ramp it up.”

“I called it,” Hoseok quips on the other end with a new set of wooden chopsticks in hand, “he
never approached Tae in university or any time before this. You can’t just assume he’s interested
when he’s never been before. Gotta unleash the full sexy if you want to sit on that knotless dick.”
 “This is honestly making me so disgusted that I cannot stomach the food my loving fiancé has
made for me,” a tired voice grabs everyone’s attention. Namjoon buries his face in his hands, bowl
untouched, “can you guys stop talking about my cousin’s pogo stick because I’ve known him since
he was in diapers and this is just unorthodox. And he definitely has a knot, it’s just hard to lure it
out.”

“What is his knot? Some kind of sea creature based on the way you’re describing it? Don’t you
mean Ogopogo-stick?” Jin slaps his own thigh as he dissolves into a fit of drunken chortling. He
takes Hoseok down as victim while the rest groan over the resounding laughter.

Namjoon cracks a smile, “no, not like that but I definitely understand more about his condition
than anyone else.”

“You know about his condition, or mystery or whatever you want to call it, but you don’t share any
details, seriously hyung, help a guy out.” Jimin whines, pulling his best puppy dog eyes that would
make Namjoon melt if not for the topic at hand.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out if he ever chooses to tell you, or for that matter,
Taehyung,” the older alpha states. He gasps when he realizes that Yoongi has almost polished off
his favourite dish, yelping and accidentally sending his ceramic bowl to its demise on the floor.

“Learn to eat through phallus discussion,” the omega supplies helpfully, having some heart to save
the rest for his friend. “I can’t wait until Taehyung finally gets what he needs and then he’ll shut up
about this topic forever.”

“Mhm, me too.” Taehyung agrees eagerly, “can’t wait to feel it.”

“Oh,” Hoseok yells, “fucking stop!”

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Does no one get my ogopogo joke or am I too Canadian, i'm-

thank you for the response LOLOL i was honestly kind of shocked by how people
actually want to see this go on? So I will continue.

Okei,
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"Just go for it Tae, don't be shy of scaring him off." Jimin instructs, both hands firm on Taehyung's
shoulders. "If you want it, don't waste your time getting there."

Taehyung raises an eyebrow. "I feel like this could go horribly since I've never hooked up with
anyone from the company, but okay." There's a first time for everything.

Today is the day that Taehyung strikes and hopefully debunks the rumours.

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“Yo, time to get your head out of your ass and fix up your hair, Taehyung’s coming this way.”
Yugyeom bursts into Jeongguk’s cubicle space on a lazy Friday afternoon and immediately begins
spouting gibberish at hundreds of kilometres per hour.

The alpha is in the middle of eating a meaty burger when he pauses as a result of the outburst, eyes
the size of saucers, ketchup a streak on his chin.

“Hrm?” He manages to communicate around a mouthful, thoroughly puzzled and innocent, before
his food is abruptly ripped from his hands and crushed back into the take-out bag.

It takes him a second to register the assault on his burger before a match is lit in his head and a
growl begins to build in his chest. If there is anything to know about Jeongguk it’s that he loves
exercise, anime, but most importantly food.
He’s a growing boy, the youngest in his family and always munching. To create a rift between
Jeongguk and his snacking is a death sentence but Yugyeom doesn’t seem to care at the given
moment, cutting off the alpha’s building snarl prematurely by swiping away at Jeongguk’s face
with a paper towel.

Crumbs give way and the ketchup stripe meets its demise. Yugyeom grins proudly, “now you look
less like you worked overtime until 4 a.m., and much more like a bachelor in his prime.”

Shaking himself from a daze, Jeongguk catches the beta’s wrists, aiming a deadly glare right into
the other’s pupils. “Let me catch my breath. Why are you being so rude?” He bites out, yelping
when Yugyeom actually has the audacity to knee him in the side.

When Jeongguk doubles over, the beta quickly whips out a hairbrush from his pocket alongside a
tiny tub of hair wax.

Jeongguk’s so baffled by Yugyeom’s sudden violence that he just sits there and allows the beta to
fix his locks.

“We have exactly 3 minutes, my good sir, until Taehyung shows up at your desk. Saw him exit the
elevator and purposefully sent him the long way because I knew you would look like a mess. You
owe me everything.” His best friend mutters.

Jeongguk’s head spins. He doesn’t know if he can deal with Taehyung today.

With few tugs of his comb and some expert adjustment of Jeongguk’s bangs, Yugyeom is
eventually satisfied with his work, stepping back with a smile.

The beta throws Jeongguk a thumbs-up that the alpha doesn’t return as he inches out the door,
“you’re good to go. I know how much you’ve been pining after this guy so I thought I’d be of
service. Also, I put a lot in the betting pool for this so don’t mess it up for both me and you. See
ya.”

And then Yugyeom is gone while Jeongguk sits there, barely caught up with what just transpired
and riding on 2 hours of sleep.

It’s been days since the last committee meeting and Taehyung’s follow-up email, thanking
Jeongguk for his assistance proceeded by a short note stating that the omega would drop by
sometime to discuss catering.

Honestly, Jeongguk had interpreted the message as mere polite formality, never actually believing
that the omega would come to him to receive guidance.

Based on what he knows, and Jeongguk has snooped around a lot, Taehyung is easily one of the
most professional omegas this firm has ever hired. Well known for rejecting the advances of
alphas, he’s been consistently exceptional at delivering quality work without association to those
who hold a candle for him in the company.

As far as society has come today, it is still rather classist. As soon as an omega rises through the
ranks, the masses begin to wonder if their achievements came as a merit of sexual relationships.

Taehyungs been good at staying out of that gray area.

This knowledge makes Jeongguk’s heart thump because he understands that Taehyung could,
without much difficulty, coordinate catering with the alpha over the phone or through email
correspondence.
Instead, the omega has chosen to see Jeongguk in person, to spend time with him in close
proximity, and the fact is making Jeongguk seriously delusional.

He’s trying hard to not read too much into it.

Jeongguk barely has the time to collect his thoughts and undo the second button on his shirt before
there’s a series of knocks that resound to his side.

When he follows the noise, he finds Taehyung standing metres away from his desk looking good
enough to eat.

The omega smiles, all boxy and brilliant, and Jeongguk’s heart gives a pathetic little thump.

Those pearl earrings that decorate Taehyung’s earlobes, for the oddest reason, turn Jeongguk into a
stuttering pile of mush.

“H-Hey,” his voice wobbles just a little and Jeongguk quickly steels his nerves, standing up and
walking towards Taehyung. Gods, the omega’s scent is amazing. “Thanks for coming down.”

“No worries,” Taehyung meets him halfway, laptop cradled in his arms. His top shows off his
collarbones once again and Jeongguk swears they're heaven sent.

“I should be thanking you for taking the time to explain all of this to me. The department has been
so crazy I haven’t actually found the time to get started so your help is much appreciated.”

This makes sense to Jeongguk and he places his devastating disappointment far into the recesses of
his brain because of course Taehyung would ask for help since he’s so busy.

He barely stops his shoulders from drooping.

It’s not like Jeongguk is special, not like he’s the first alpha Taehyung has outright come to for
assistance.

He knows he’s being incredibly stupid.

All of these feelings are precisely why Jeongguk’s been forevermore scared of finally coming in
contact with Taehyung and if he wants to be truthful, he’s been high-key pining after the omega for
years.

He’s always watching from afar, always supporting from a distance, but kept away because of
circumstances out of his control.

Jeongguk wants Taehyung to be his mate. He’s never seen or smelled an omega more perfect.

Yet, he has to entertain the idea of Taehyung being a passing flame in his life because of his family
history and there has not been a day that’s gone by since he’s known of Taehyung that he wishes
things were different.

Jeongguk will only ever pop his knot for one person, his destined mate as ruled by the hereditary
curse and if he doesn’t find that person in this lifetime, the Jeon bloodline is done for.

He’d have to have all the luck of the stars for that destined person to be Taehyung.

Jeongguk doesn’t deal well with destroyed dreams and so he’s trained himself not to expect in the
first place. He’s taken more than enough omegas between the sheets to know that the chances of
meeting his destined one are slim.
What he will do however, is pound Taehyung into his bed should the omega ever wish for him in
that manner. It would hurt him incredibly to know that Taehyung wasn’t meant for him, but
Jeongguk knows that despite everything, he’ll never regret it.

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense, you’re so good at this,” Taehyung murmurs, hand coming to rest on
Jeongguk’s thigh as he leans forward towards the monitor.

Jeongguk’s senses go absolutely haywire at the touch, Taehyung’s warm palm an iron brand over
top his slacks.

He’s just showed Taehyung his catering tracker linked to a calendar that automatically sends pre-
recorded voicemails and yeah, he’s extraordinarily glad he implemented this function because
Taehyung is praising him.

Jeongguk is over the moon.

The office has basically cleared out by 5PM because it’s a Friday and Jeongguk has been going
over catering and committee proceedings for the last hour on the empty floor.

Taehyung is bright, quick to pick up information, but he’s been incredibly liberal with his
compliments and he’s been touching Jeongguk, a lot.

At first there had respectable distance between their chairs but then their coworkers had left.

The alpha doesn’t quite know how to read the situation.

The young man isn’t dumb, Jeongguk can tell when an omega is coming on to him, but this is just a
smidgen surreal because it’s Taehyung.

At first it was the lip biting and the eyelash fluttering which Jeongguk had dismissed as signs, but
then it was a hand on his bicep as he had leaned across Taehyung to access his mouse, and now the
hand on his thigh.

Jeongguk gulps as Taehyung’s palm only travels higher while the omega scrutinizes the displayed
excel sheet.

Oh gods.

He has to know before he goes crazy.

The alpha musters up every last ounce of his strength in order to roll his chair away, Taehyung’s
hand leaving its spot with the newly created distance.

Yes, when it comes to Taehyung, the alpha is easy but Jeongguk madly needs to calm his doubts. If
Taehyung make another obvious move, Jeongguk is more than ready to take things home.

If the omega doesn’t, he’ll just chalk everything up to coincidence and save himself from looking
like a horny fool.

“That pretty much wraps up everything you need to know,” Jeongguk gestures, willing down his
stirring member and standing up. He gathers a few relevant sheets of paper on his desk and smiles
at Taehyung. The omega is staring up at him with wide eyes, lower lashes incredibly alluring. “I’ll
just photocopy these items for you for reference. It’s good to have a paper version on hand when
you interact with the catering teams, be right back.”
He’s barely made three steps before Taehyung stops him.

“Wait, Jeongguk,” the omega stands up as well, dusting off his pants and grabbing the items from
the alpha’s hands. “You really don’t need to, I can photocopy these on my own. You’ve already
done enough by sitting with me for so long.”

“The photocopier on our floor is a bit of a bitch,” the alpha chuckles, scratching at the back of his
neck. “It’ll be easier for me to do it.” He makes to take the papers but Taehyung dodges with a
deep laugh.

“There has yet to be a photocopier I can’t tame,” shoots the omega and Jeongguk just stares at him
before tilting his head.

“Trust me, our photocopier is a monster.”

“Is that so? Now I’m determined to prove you wrong. Watch as I leash this floor’s photocopier
then.” Oh, the mischief in that voice, Jeongguk’s so whipped he doesn’t get to add another word.

Taehyung has already turned around and starting walking away by the time Jeongguk realizes that
the omega wanted him to follow. He hurriedly tears his gaze away from Taehyung’s swaying
behind to catch-up with and match the other’s footsteps.

The two banter until they reach the printing room, a small and enclosed space nested further away
from all other areas on the floor. Designed a distance to keep the noise of the photocopy machine
to a minimum, Jeongguk can’t keep his thoughts from sliding south now that he’s here with
Taehyung, noting that the seclusion would make this room an excellent place for things to turn
saucy.

He fully understands now why his colleagues have secret rendezvous near the photocopier all the
time.

Taehyung steps in before him, turning to face the machine and Jeongguk sidles away from the
entrance, slotting himself less than an arm’s length behind the omega to observe Taehyung’s so-
called photocopier taming ways.

It really is a tight fit, Taehyung’s scent more concentrated in the crowded space and Jeongguk is in
a state of bliss.

“Do your magic, don’t be sad when you’re proven wrong because this photocopier spares none,”
he comments, and Taehyung chooses that moment to drop all the papers on the floor.

Jeongguk barely takes a breath before Taehyung is stepping backwards into Jeongguk’s space and
then he’s bending over to pick up the sheets, his ample behind on display and coming to rest right
before the alpha’s crotch.

Jeongguk freezes, brain frosting over.

Somewhere in the world a lonely goat bleats atop a mountain whilst his heart accelerates to
infinity.

Taehyung’s oversized dress shirt isn’t tucked in and it slides to exhibit tantalizing golden skin as
the omega arches his back obscenely, taking his sweet time in gathering the papers strewn across
the floor.

“Got a little nervous, I’m clumsy today,” the omega offers, shifting back a little more to reach a
sheet by Jeongguk’s feet. The action fully presses the omega’s ass against the alpha and Jeongguk
ascends to another plane.

When Taehyung straightens himself seconds later, he doesn’t return to an upright position. Placing
the papers on the photocopier, he rests his weight against the machine using both hands, his upper
torso stretched horizontal.

This is doggystyle, Jeongguk’s mind sirens as his jaw promptly drops.

There’s no doubt now. Taehyung wants him.

Holy fuck.

“Are you flirting with me?” Jeongguk breathes, absolutely bewildered by the omega's forwardness.

“I don’t know,” Taehyung sasses him, ass pushed more firmly against Jeongguk’s crotch, sending
tremors of pleasure to the alpha’s rapidly hardening dick. He wiggles it for good measure and this
elicits a tortured groan from Jeongguk’s throat.

“Why would you possibly think that?”

The alpha takes a sharp inhale through his noise, the smell of Taehyung’s thick arousal now
permeating the air and punching him in the gut. It lights a molten heat in his loins and operating on
pure instinct, his feverish hands latch onto the omega’s hips, fingers digging into Taehyung’s
slacks as he possessively presses his love interest closer to his body.

“You’re definitely flirting with me,” he murmurs, as he gives a small experimental roll of the hips,
biting back a groan when Taehyung sinfully undulates his behind in response.

“Wrong,” the omega chides him, abruptly spinning around and pinning the stunned alpha to the
wall. Jeongguk’s head knocks back into the plaster with a loud thump before his entire front is
covered by Taehyung’s form.

His pupils blow impossibly wide.

It’s hot, scorching, and Jeongguk can’t actually believe that this is happening, that’s he’s been
backed into a wall by the omega of his deepest and darkest fantasies.

“Not flirting with you, handsome. I’m seducing you, there’s a difference.” Taehyung coos, pretty
lips pulled into a smirk. His beautiful eyes are hooded as his palm travels down to boldly encircle
the bulge in Jeongguk’s pants.

The alpha moans in surprise, veins flooding with lust when Taehyung squeezes the outline of his
cock through his slacks.

“Want your knot, alpha.”

Fuck.

He doesn’t even know if he can pop a knot, but he’ll give everything to Taehyung.

Everything.
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* lmao not proofread *

I honestly really like writing this because I can just vomit without rereading this a
thousand times before posting.

It's a simple one that gets my fingers moving. Also Yugyeom and Jungkook friendship
is hella adorable so I had to include it.

I feel like this will be like 2 more chapters long before it reaches its end.

Let me know what you think!!! LOL istg this is the most pointless thing I've ever
written (not in a bad way sorry omg I just mean it doesn't really offer much) so when I
get responses, I'm like wow, floored.

Thank you so much.

Sorry i had to cut it off before it got good. I'll make it up to you.

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Sometimes, there are no coincidences.

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“Wait, babe,” Jimin fumbles for the buzzing phone in his rear pocket as Yoongi nips at his
collarbone.

He can’t think straight with his beautiful mate grinding up against his thigh, but the Pokémon
theme song currently jiggling his butt cheeks indicates that the caller is none other than Taehyung.

The omega had popped by Jeongguk’s department just an hour before with a goal in mind and
never let it be said that Jimin is not a supportive and protective best friend.

“Taehyung is calling. Gotta take it,” he pants.

Yoongi pulls back to glare at him, hair mussed up and lips slick with spit, so sexy that Jimin barely
supresses a growl. “What? Just ignore it.”

“Yeah, fuck, I love it when you talk all authoritative. I’m so hard for you, my kitten.” Jimin thrusts
his hips forward to indicate just how much. “But, Tae was on a mission to get the Jeon cock. I’m
worried that something went wrong if he’s blowing up my phone.”

The alpha hastily tries to explain the situation, extracting the shaking phone whilst leaning forward
to capture his omega’s lips, but Yoongi has already detached himself from Jimin’s warmth with a
look of mild distain.

“Thank you for killing my boner by mentioning Jungkook’s dick.” He runs a hand through his inky
black hair, revealing his forehead and Jimin’s loins jump despite his despair.

“Alright, I get it. Make sure he’s okay. Come find me in our bedroom when you’re done thinking
about those two. If I’m still up for it, be ready to cry.” Yoongi turns around to walk away,
expression wiped clean of desire and Jimin wants to scream. His mate is so understanding, but he
already knows that it’ll be hard to please the disgruntled omega tonight.

The things he does for his platonic soulmate, Taehyung owes him his entire fortune by this point.

Anxious, Jimin swipes erratically at the green acceptance button, clearing his throat, “Taetae? Hey,
what’s up?”

At first there’s silence, Jimin jams the device closer to his ear with unease and then Taehyung
proceeds to break the static by moaning obscenely through the receiver.

The alpha’s eyebrows automatically shoot up into his hair line.

Oh hell no.

His face pales as the seconds tick on, his own bulge quickly softening when he realizes that
Taehyung’s phone must have accidentally activated a dial and that yes, Taehyung is en route to
being passionately laid.

“Been dreaming about this thick ass of yours,” he hears Jeongguk snarl in the background. The
sound of a bedframe creaking splinters through his speaker. “Can’t wait to watch it bounce on my
cock.”

Okay.

With that, Jimin concludes that Taehyung is beyond safe and ends the call before hurling it onto
the living room couch as if his fingers had been burned.

He groans, rubbing at his reddening ears and hurriedly stripping down to his boxers before calling
out to Yoongi, “baby, wear that red lingerie set we got for Valentine’s day this year, please? I need
that to cleanse my mind. My life is in jeopardy!”

“Why don’t you wear it instead?” His lover yells as an answer and Jimin pouts before sighing.

Beggars can’t be choosers.

He knows which battles to fight and this is not one he can win. Spoken from experience.

The alpha acquiesces, “yes my kitten… please adjust the straps for me, yeah? Use the whip
tonight.”

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Around ten generations before Jeongguk’s time, his family had been devastated with a curse meant
to destroy their entire bloodline.

The eldest alpha daughter of the Jeon clan had been placed into an arranged marriage with a noble
male omega from the Min lineage. It was a political affair meant to solidify a business proposal
underway, a project said to have potentially been the largest transaction of the century.

During that era, forced unions had been common. The Min omega, despite his circumstances, had
fallen head over heels for his bride and thus, had been fully willing to devote himself to the
marriage.

The Jeon alpha, however, did not feel the same. She had been in love with another and vehemently
opposed the joining of the two families.

Ignoring her obvious resistance and blind to the consequences that would arise from terrible
judgement, the two clans pushed forward, and the pair were wed.

A year later, the Min omega was disgraced.

The Jeon alpha had had a girlfriend she wouldn’t leave, a mistress who had mocked the Min
omega as the two lovers continued to meet behind closed doors. The Jeon alpha had refused to bed
her lawful husband and left him alone on many occasions where he had to suffer through his heats
alone.

Vengeful and heartbroken, the Min omega had made a deal with a witch.

He gave up his life to have the spell cast and the jinx, unbroken, had travelled through the ages
until it reached Jeongguk.

There are three distinct segments to the curse.

One, it prevents Jeon alphas from approaching omegas of their choice.

If the omega of their affections doesn’t come onto them first and instead, they themselves make the
initial move, they face unexpected castration or lifelong infertility, successfully removing their
ability to pass on their genes.

The key to unwind the jinx is simple: a Jeon alpha from the direct bloodline must knot and fall in
mutual love with an omega with Min heritage running in their veins.

There is but a catch, the second segment to the curse: two, if by the eleventh generation the curse
has not been relieved, the Jeon lineage will end.

The tail of the spell will make itself known when a lone alpha child is borne from the direct
bloodline, placing the entire clan’s future on their shoulders.

By that stage, the spell will take a cruel turn: three, instead of having a sea of Min omegas to
choose from, the last Jeon alpha will only ever be able to knot one Min omega, the chosen mate.

Unfair, but that was the point of the curse all along: to eradicate the Jeons.

Jeongguk is that last standing Jeon alpha, the sole member of the eleventh generation since the
spell was first casted.

Since the day he was born, he has been running out of time.

Being pushed to the brink of insanity is the underlying current of his existence. The expectations of
his entire ancestry are one thing, but not even knowing where to start with breaking the curse is
another.

The Min family, as large clans often did, spread out over time. Pure blooded members eventually
mated and created families with individuals from an assortment of different backgrounds. Thus, for
all Jeongguk knows, anyone could have Min parentage in their DNA.

When he had presented as an alpha at the young age of 18, Jeongguk had immediately been
shipped off to meeting after meeting with omegas who carried the last name Min. Hell, he’d even
sat across from Yoongi at one point.

While thankfully they never had sex because they both smelled unappealing to one another,
Jeongguk has had intercourse with more Mins than any normal person should. Unfortunately, no
Min fit the bill prompting his descent into becoming a campus fuckboy in hopes of winning the
curse ending lottery by bedding any willing and beautiful thing.

There is no telling who the chosen Min omega may be.

The young alpha is on a lifelong exhausting hunt which could turn out to be fruitless. To top it all
off, knotting isn’t enough. How would Jeongguk know whether or not he has the capability to fall
in love with his “chosen” one?

For all he knows, his bloodline is done for and he honestly doesn’t want to have his chosen omega
when he could have Taehyung, all over him, just like how he has Taehyung right now.

“Taehyung,” Jeongguk gasps, senses entirely overwhelmed and pants painfully suffocating his
lower half.

The omega in his lap doesn’t give him a second to catch his breath, diving down once more to
connect their lips and Jeongguk experiences nirvana.

There’s just something about making out with Taehyung that’s different.

The omega’s kisses are demandingly sloppy, spit messily dribbling down both their chins as they
frantically surge forward again and again but Jeongguk drowns in them all the same, his hands
gripping tightly onto Taehyung’s soft hips as the older man licks into his mouth with a hot and
skilled tongue.

Jeongguk could kiss him all day. He’s so horny, he can’t even think straight.

He makes this known by bravely sliding his palms down to gently grab handfuls of Taehyung’s
delectable ass, moaning at the way the omega emits a surprised gasp, disconnecting their lip lock
to whine into the alpha’s neck.

His grip tightens in his ardour and Taehyung’s hips instinctively buck forward.

Fuck.

This is all so unreal.

Jeongguk can hardly believe he’s holding the most world’s gorgeous omega in his arms and feeling
up the ass he’s been fantasizing about for more than a decade.

Seated at the front of the cab, the driver clears his throat uncomfortably, eyebrows knitted together
and Jeongguk feels mildly apologetic for putting on a show until Taehyung starts undulating above
the alpha’s crotch.

Thoughts wiped blank, he’s instantly thankful for the predicament even though they’ve been
labelled as exhibitionists on top of breaking safety laws by sharing one seatbelt.

The ride to Jeongguk’s apartment is only seven minutes away by car, a perfectly reasonable time to
sit apart, but when the omega had clung to his side, pouting at him and requesting skin ship,
Jeongguk had caved in so fast he’s blocked out the entire memory from his mind.

He’s known for having a competitive streak, for challenging others who attempt to influence him
as many alphas do, but with Taehyung, he’s proudly malleable.

Whipped culture is suddenly his new aesthetic, but he thinks it would take someone with no
capability to love in order to resist Taehyung’s divine charms. Taehyung could probably ask for the
pin to his credit card right now and Jeongguk would give it to him in a heartbeat.

“Gods, baby,” he slurs as Taehyung decides to aggressively suck a mark onto the skin of his neck,
directly above his scent gland. He jolts due to sensitivity.

Car honks sound in a cacophony outside their taxi.

“Don’t do that here,” the alpha chides, short of breath, “unless you want me to flip you over and
take you raw in the backseat before we get home.”

He means it as a threat, but his words have the opposite effect. Fizzling apprehension roots itself in
his stomach when Taehyung’s voice fills with mirth.

“Oh, you’re talking naughty.” The omega’s glittering eyes pulsate vivid gold in his arousal.

The hands gripping onto Jeongguk’s shoulders squeeze harder as Taehyung leans forward to
whisper directly into the alpha’s ear.

“Maybe I’m doing this on purpose, baby boy.” A deep and sensual purr slinks from his throat and
Jeongguk suddenly has an inkling that he might not be the more dominant one out of the two of
them in bed. “Why don’t you try me?”

Taehyung, Jeongguk notes, is the prettiest wolf in sheep’s clothing. He watches, stunned, as the
omega chuckles before viciously painting another mark below the red hickey he had made,
completely defying Jeongguk’s wishes.

The younger male would never classify himself as a traditional, run of the mill, hard headed alpha
male. He’s perfectly fine with not being in control of everything, was raised to treat all natures with
respect, and has always been a tad shy.

Somehow, over the years, he’s more often than not been the alpha in bed; taken the lead, done
most of the thrusting work, and spoiled his partners with a sleuth of sugar sweet nicknames. He’s
rarely received any particularly satisfying endearments, so Taehyung’s words catch him off guard.

There’s no way Taehyung doesn’t feel the way Jeongguk’s dick violently jumps in his dress pants
at the nickname.
“Hmm? What’s this? Baby boy? You like that?” Taehyung breathes hotly as they pull up before
Jeongguk’s apartment building.

The taxi rolls to a stop and the omega unbuckles their seatbelt with a flick of his wrist before
holding Jeongguk’s chin tightly between his fingers.

His eyes are serious and Jeongguk sobers a shade in response. “Hey, you should know, before we
take things to bed, that I like being in control. I usually bottom, but I’m not going to be a
whimpering thing that lets you do whatever you want with me. Are you okay with this? You can
say no, I wouldn’t hold it against you.”

Jeongguk doesn’t care. Dominating in bed or submitting between the sheets hardly matters when
the thought of Taehyung doing anything sexual to him propels his descent into a cloud of hunger
that much faster.

He hums, “yes, okay.”

Taehyung smiles, features brilliant in the light from the streetlamps. “I’ll ask you again later just to
make sure but, alright, lead the way, baby boy.”

Jeongguk loves the way the nickname rolls off of Taehyung’s tongue, how tenderly Taehyung says
it like he’s the only one Taehyung has ever allowed between his legs.

He wonders, as he hoists Taehyung into his arms and slams the cab door, if he’ll ever recover from
this tryst, if he’ll ever bed another omega without the ghost of Taehyung’s hands traversing his
skin.

Jeongguk thinks not.

The alpha, again, reminds himself that he knows better than to hope that Taehyung might just be
the answer to all of his problems, because how romantic would that be? The omega of his dreams
having been the perfect solution all along.

He’s honestly doomed. How could he ever forget this fuck? For all he knows, he’ll be making love
to Taehyung until sunrise rather than treating this opportunity like a harmony of only the bodies.

Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung, the omega who smells just right, with the personality Jeongguk
has long wished to have by his side after watching from afar for so long.

He’ll make sure to commit to memory every single moment.

And if he’ll have to replay the scenes during lonely nights, he’ll deal with the consequences later
on.

While sad poetry filters through Jeongguk’s mind, Taehyung finds himself lost in an ocean’s worth
of lust.

Jeongguk is hot, so fucking hot.

The omega’s vocabulary has been reduced to miniscule at best.

He might not even care if Jeongguk can’t knot because the alpha smells absolutely amazing and
the way the veins in his arms pop when he squeezes Taehyung’s ass makes the omega go
lightheaded.
The grip is powerful and needy, repeated and stilted clenching that drives the blood straight to
Taehyung’s nether regions.

Jeongguk is all planes of chiseled warm muscle beneath a thin white dress shirt and Taehyung
wants to rip the garment off to rake his gaze over the abs he can currently feel. The surveillance
camera atop his head is the only thing keeping him in line and he settles for making haste in
undoing all the buttons whilst pushed up against Jeongguk in the elevator.

The cold handles that run along the lift’s walls dig into his hipbones as the alpha crowds him
further into the corner. The elevator is much too well-lit for the way they’re currently trying to
meld into one another.

Jeongguk remains insistent on trying to suck Taehyung’s soul out through his mouth, each kiss
bruising before he discovers Taehyung’s collarbones which he lacquers with a trail of teeth marks.

The omega moans and instantaneously flushes when his magnified voice bounces off the smooth
surfaces of the small enclosure. Jeongguk seems to enjoy how loud Taehyung is, given the way his
body shudders, a small and sharp hitch in his breath.

“The way you moan, Taehyung, even your voice drives me crazy,” the alpha murmurs, a rich
rumble vibrating in his torso that Taehyung responds to with a gush of slick.

He’d be lying if he said that both the younger man’s endless praise and apparent devotion to
kissing him like a lover would, don’t strike all the right chords.

The elevator glides soundlessly up to the twenty-third floor and Taehyung approximates that he
receives around a dozen possessive hickeys within the same time frame.

Honestly, Taehyung doesn’t even remember how they stumble their way off the gilded apparatus
towards Jeongguk’s living quarters.

He vaguely recalls being held up against Jeongguk’s front door, the bright hallways heightening
the excitement of being caught by a stranger whilst rutting against one another like frantic animals
in heat. An inkling of kicking off his shoes whilst perched in Jeongguk’s strong hold whispers
through his mind, but the rest is a heated blur.

All he understands is that he’s currently pressing Jeongguk into the soft mattress, lithe and clothed
form splayed out atop Jeongguk’s bare chest. Silken midnight hued sheets rustle as Jeongguk
brings him down repeatedly by the neck into sensual kisses that make Taehyung feel as if this is
more than just a one-night stand.

The alpha’s thick thighs flex beneath his own and Taehyung swims in the urgent need to see them
tighten in rapture when the alpha gives away to a earth shaking orgasm. He should come right
inside Taehyung, where he belongs.

He detaches his wrecked mouth from the alpha long enough to tell Jeongguk as much and purrs
loudly, arching his back obscenely when Jeongguk’s pupils blow wide with disbelief, shaking in
their stupor.

“You can’t just say stuff like that.” The alpha’s face is bright red, chest heaving as Taehyung
smirks at him, shimmying down the length of the bed to pull Jeongguk’s expensive pants right off
the younger man’s form, kissing miles of skin left uncovered before rolling the last bit of the fabric
right off of the alpha’s feet.

Jeongguk is left in his black boxers, bare upper half flushed a pretty shade of pink in his
embarrassment and arousal.

Oh, the visible pectorals are what Taehyung can’t get enough of.

And those arms. Taehyung is a new worshipper of Jeongguk’s toned upper half.

“Going to hold onto your pecs when I ride you later, baby boy. All you’re going to know is my
slutty hole.” The omega bites at his swollen lips as he removes his own clothing. Jeongguk balks at
the dirty talk and then stares at him, gaze burning holes through Taehyung’s frame. His mouth
stays open and his fingers twitch as Taehyung removes garment after garment.

Under Jeongguk’s hawk-like gaze, he has never felt more desired.

The omega would make it sexier but Taehyung’s so frantic, so desperate to get split on cock that it
scarcely takes him more than a minute to strip down to his grey boxer briefs. He’d worn his best
fitting pair of pants today in hopes of properly seducing the alpha, and boxers would have ruined
the effect.

The briefs also hug his ass really well.

It would appear that the alpha hadn’t found the rapid reveal of the omega’s naked body any less
alluring given the way Jeongguk’s dick continues to visibly grow against his stomach beneath the
cotton. The dim light given by the bedside lamps illuminate a glossy sheen on the dark fabric, a
small but growing pool of pre-cum that induces Taehyung’s eyes to narrow in mirth.

He decides then, to turn around, showing off his completely wet backside, his briefs soaked
through with omega slick. A dark grey vision Taehyung must be in Jeongguk’s shocked eyes.

Taehyung swallows a giggle when a wave of Jeongguk’s potent lust rapidly crashes towards him.

The omega’s toned thighs are lustrous with lubricant and he revels further in Jeongguk’s choked
gasp when he pulls up the sides of his briefs, leaving the meaty globes of his ass on display.

“If you’re a good boy, you’ll get to touch.” Taehyung simpers, shooting a lewd grin over his
shoulder at the winded alpha on the bed. “Can you do that for me? Let me call the shots for the
night? I’ll treat you well.”

He’s truthfully surprised by how fast Jeongguk nods, all big eyes and bulging muscles. Most alphas
take a while to submit while a percentage refuse to do so at all. The behaviour he’s seeing now,
Taehyung would never complain about because Jeongguk’s eagerness to please viciously strokes
the fire in his loins.

He reaches down and unceremoniously yanks his ruined underwear off of his body, flinging it to
the foot of the bed. It lands atop of Jeongguk’s discarded dress shirt and Jeongguk’s nostrils flare
when their scents mingle, adding another layer to the mixing pheromones in the alpha’s chambers.

Taehyung doesn’t think he’s ever been this eager to bed anyone. Jeon Jeongguk thus far, seems to
be living up to his reputation for being an unforgettable lay.

“Since meeting me,” Taehyung is ruthless with his words as he reaches Jeongguk, silver hair swept
out of his golden eyes. He places a large palm on Jeongguk’s pelvis, inches away from the alpha’s
heaving cock and flutters his lashes. “Have you ever thought about me on my knees before?”

“H-huh?” Jeongguk splutters, tense and dumbfounded. A layer of sweat begins to coat his skin.
What Taehyung loves is how surprised Jeongguk looks every time Taehyung’s mouth spills a dirty
question, as if the younger hadn’t been a renowned stud during his university days, as if he hadn’t
penetrated more omegas than Taehyung could ever imagine. It’s cute and Taehyung laughs,
leaning down to nuzzle Jeongguk’s hard cock.

The unexpected action causes Jeongguk to grunt, the clothed appendage throbbing violently against
the omega’s cheek and Taehyung releases another delighted laugh.

“If you tell me, I’ll blow you. Do you want that? You’re so big, I can’t wait until you breed me
until I’m dripping.” He mouths hotly along the outline, sighing wistfully and breathing heavily
before glancing up at Jeongguk.

He finds that the alpha is already looking at him, balanced on his elbows to receive a better view.
His eyebrows are furrowed, crimson dancing in his irises and his face is a myriad of emotions that
Taehyung doesn’t bother deciphering before he hooks his thumbs into Jeongguk’s waistband and
pulls downwards.

Released from confinement, Jeongguk’s sizeable cock plops against his defined abdomen, plump
in its girth. It’s an angry red, veins prominent, and just like that, Taehyung loses himself.

His problem has always been finding the prettiest cock to ride. Thickness is more important to him
than length and as he always tells Yoongi, the wider the cock, the bigger the knot.

He’s never located the perfect knot but, in that instant, he knows that if Jeongguk can indeed pop
one, that it’ll undoubtedly be Taehyung’s dream knot.

He doesn’t bother waiting for Jeongguk’s response, the alpha’s reddened dick sculpted from his
darkest and dirtiest fantasies. His hole clenches greedily around nothing as he surges forward and
takes the salty tip into his salivating mouth.

Jeongguk is a beautiful weight against his tongue and Taehyung’s eyes roll into the back of his
head as he bobs and slurps around the alpha’s member, veins frenzied with excitement. The sounds
are vulgar as he enthusiastically and frantically tries to take Jeongguk to the hilt, the alpha a proud
size but still no match for the malleability of Taehyung’s throat.

Jeongguk releases his first startled whimper of the night when he hits the back of Taehyung’s
throat and the submissive reaction makes Taehyung gag, the wet noise causing Jeongguk to arch
his back off the bed.

His hips don’t move, controlled despite the way goosebumps pebble the skin on his hips when
Taehyung’s spit dribbles past the omega’s lips to pool in Jeongguk’s dark curls.

“F-Fuck.” Taehyung swallows harshly around Jeongguk just to hear him stutter again, the alpha
delivering once Taehyung’s throat muscles clamp down on his sensitive cock. “O-oh fuck!”

Jeongguk’s strong reactions are quickly becoming his kryptonite. The visceral responses inviting
for fresh slick to trickle down his thighs, gathering in the dip behind his knees.

Jeongguk gasps in a way that suggests he’s having trouble inflating his lungs, sweat beginning to
gather into prominent droplets on his forehead.

“T-Tae, don’t do that baby, that caught me off guard. You just took me into your gorgeous mouth
without warning. Are you trying to kill me?” Jeongguk talks too much. Taehyung takes the
opportunity to trace the underside of the alpha’s cock with the tip of his tongue, cutting off the
younger male effectively.
“Because – oh, oh shitting fuck, that feels so good.” The alpha warbles, his thought process broken
as he hardens impossibly further under Taehyung’s ministrations.

The omega loves this.

Jeongguk is a blubbering mess and he makes Taehyung feel so powerful. If the omega could preen
with a thick penis in his mouth, he would. Instead, he settles for humming his happiness but soon
he’s growling in anger when the action spurs Jeongguk to immediately sit upright, yanking himself
from the heat of Taehyung’s mouth with a loud and wet pop.

A beat of silence.

The tension in the air is palpable.

“Baby boy,” Taehyung starts, knowing fully well that he looks intimidating despite the fact that
he’s on his knees, face damp with precum and spit. “That was very rude of you. I thought you
agreed that you’d let me take the reins tonight.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just - I pulled out because I was going to come! I usually last longer than this but
somehow, I- yeah. I’m really sorry.” The omega observes as Jeongguk ducks his head in shame,
hand clenching at the base of his cock anxiously. He doesn’t look very alpha in that moment and
Taehyung’s eyes smoulder at the view.

Maybe Taehyung is a sadist (he is) or maybe he just likes cute boys (he does), but the fact that
Jeongguk almost came prematurely from being in the omega’s mouth for a mere handful of
minutes is beyond flattering.

He blinks, pacified, and then smiles, reaching down to give his own neglected cock a stroke that
entrances Jeongguk.

“Sorry, I misunderstood. I forgive you, baby boy.” Taehyung croons, heart beating wildly. He
swipes at the condom tucked into the pooled pants at his feet before clambering onto the bed, dick
hanging hot and heavy between his legs.

Jeongguk makes a small inquisitive sound, his eyes glued to Taehyung’s crotch, so focused that he
hits the mattress completely unware with a soft “oof” when the omega pushes at his chest.

“You didn’t want to come because you wanted to breed me like I promised, right? Gukkie, you’re
such a good listener, what would I do without you?” Taehyung litters him in praises, pressing an
indulgent kiss to Jeongguk’s lips that the alpha tries to chase. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice the
new nickname.

“Yeah,” the younger male repeats, delirious. “Want to breed you so bad. Been dreaming about this
thick ass of yours, can’t wait to watch it bounce on my cock.”

“Your mouth is definitely my kind of dirty,” Taehyung whispers, irises molten in their desire.

The condom Taehyung rolls onto Jeongguk’s turgid cock is one specifically designed for knotting,
a brand he’s familiar with and trusts.

Knotting is when a bulb swells at the base of an alpha’s penis, so enlarged that it locks the alpha’s
semen inside the omega for time periods of up to an hour. Normal condoms tend to break when
exposed to a knot, but these special condoms do their job well.

The only way omegas may be impregnated is through being tied to an alpha’s knot and while the
risks of unwanted pregnancies were of the utmost importance, the idea of taking away the knotting
experience had seemed too cruel for the researchers behind this type of condom.

What they ended up producing was a flexible knotting rubber that permits a bulb to inflate but for
at most a minute. The contraceptive offers a ghost of a knotting session while simultaneously
preventing pregnancies.

Jeongguk pants when Taehyung hovers above him, fingers aligning the alpha’s cock to his sopping
hole. The older male smirks as he fakes sitting down, the tip missing his entrance to glide along
the drenched cleft of his ass cheeks.

Jeongguk sobs.

The alpha looks so pretty, Taehyung contemplates as he teases his partner. Jeongguk is heavily
flushed with a dazed film over his eyes. His dark black hair is a halo around his head, his pupils
large black pools focused on Taehyung’s straining thighs.

“Baby boy, patience. It’s so slippery because of how wet you’ve made me,” the omega redirects
the alpha’s cock and rubs the head against his clenched hole at a torturously slow pace. The action
causes the dick in his hand to leak more profusely into its latex sleeve.

“Do you want this?” The omega asks one last time and when Jeongguk gives him a frantic nod
followed by a distressed croak of “yes”, Taehyung says no more before sinking down all the way,
taking Jeongguk balls deep. The penetration rearranges his insides and his natural lubricant makes
the feat seamless.

He doesn’t know how to describe it in that moment, but when Taehyung tells Jimin later on, dopey
smile on his face and swathed in his silk pajamas, he’ll use the words, “sitting on his cock felt like
coming home.”

Taehyung pauses, his entire body spasming at the girth tearing him apart.

For the first time in his life, he feels euphorically close to being filled.

He gurgles in disbelief, arching his spine as he trembles and without giving Jeongguk any time to
recover, he begins to slam his hips down at a brutal pace.

Wet squelches reach his ears, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin. His ass
cheeks bounce violently as he forcefully spears himself again and again on Jeongguk’s thick cock.

The alpha’s eyes fill with tears that brim over the edges as the sensations seem to batter him. He
twists beneath Taehyung who balances himself, one hand on each of Jeongguk’s pectorals.

“F-fuck,” Taehyung has no idea what Jeongguk is saying, the alpha’s words one long incoherent
stream. “You’re so beautiful, feels so good, made for me, how can you not be mine? Want you to be
mine, want you in my bed always.”

The omega tilts his head back and moans repeatedly, lost in the sensations. His legs burn but he
feels pleasure branching from every cell lining his messy opening. Jeongguk’s cock drags
deliciously against his sensitive insides, brushing past his prostate, and he adores the way the
alpha’s hands grip at his hips, nails digging crescent moons into his caramel skin.

He knows that Jeonguk can’t knot but for the oddest reason, he starts to feel the lowest section of
the alpha’s dick grow in size. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice and Taehyung takes extra care to
take him in all the way with each plunge downwards, drunk off the idea of being the one to break
Jeongguk’s dry spell.

“I, ah, can’t last! I’m going to cum, please slow down!” Jeongguk groans from beneath him, eyes
fastened to the way Taehyung’s cock bobs and the bubbles lining his own length as a result of
Taehyung's slick frothing with the frenzied pace.

Taehyung isn’t there yet, he’s close, but he wants to come together. “No, not yet baby boy,” he
speeds up despite his protesting muscles. The sounds of their joining grow lewder and Jeongguk
thrashes beneath him, voice becoming high pitched in his desperation.

“N-no, I really can’t. Baby, Tae, I’m going to cum! Fuck!”

The burgeoning hardness that had been growing expands rapidly in that instant.

Jeongguk violently shakes beneath Taehyung, viciously ejaculating into the condom with a long
helpless whine. The newly formed bulb at the base of his cock catches before it leaves Taehyung’s
rim, locking them together and nailing the omega to the alpha’s pelvis as Jeongguk knots for the
first time since he presented as an alpha.

And Taehyung, Taehyung blacks out for a few seconds.

His orgasm blindsides him when his ass finally molds itself around the perfect knot, the one he’d
been waiting for all this time. It’s the strongest mini death that has ever overtaken him.

So this, Taehyung’s mind supplies as he cries, overwhelmed and body jerking, collapsing atop
Jeongguk’s trembling form, is the feeling of being satisfied after sex.

Their relationship can’t end as a one-night stand, the omega decides through his tears. Taehyung
would fight tooth and nail to have Jeongguk knot his ass on a regular basis.

When he finally comes to, the haze leaving his senses, the condom has done its job and the knot is
gone. His anal sphincter throbs with a satiating pain.

Taehyung feels achingly empty and he huffs in disappointment, trying to clear the snot from his
nose before he registers that he’s been laid on his side, Jeongguk’s cock still hard and pressed
against his lower back.

The alpha is busy laying kiss upon gentle kiss along the back of his neck and down his shoulders,
snuffing and nuzzling into the skin.

“Mine,” the younger male murmurs, voice slurred in bliss, “my beautiful omega, I can’t believe it’s
you.”

Taehyung has no idea what the heck Jeongguk means but in that moment, he’s terrifyingly happy.

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Chapter End Notes

I'll edit for typos TMR because IT IS LATE.

as i always say, read the tags. i usually hate tagging for dom/sub/top/bottom but I've
taken to doing it since ppl seem to enjoy being warned before hand.

LMFALKSJDA uh writing this was a terrifying experience imo but wow, okay i
honestly counted how many times i used the word cock

originally i wanted the entire scene to be longer but i think it's just going to have to be
split up

if you want, please let me know what you think because it killed me writing this and i
would like some FEEDBACK. I realised this might sound aggressive, oh no. Not what
I meant!!!

LOL aiiiiieee i think this will be around 2 or 3 chapters longer. probs 2. sorry I've been
slow with replies. work got me ded.

I didn't mention the prostate for one reason, I think Taehyung gets off on being filled,
not prostate stimulation. I'll mention it next time.

okay this is me, running away

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 By chance
Chapter Summary

Maybe it all seems too good to be true.

Chapter Notes

Happy 2019!!! wishing you all the very best.

Second last chapter, here we go! It'll be finished before winter ends!

As usual, this was written with much less care than my other fics so expect some crack
and just, instead of pouring myself over editing, I focused on getting the story out.

Unbetaed and completely for fun!

Hope that it's to your liking!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Against his better judgement, Taehyung stays the night.

The decision, he knows, is an innately idiotic one, especially with his heat on the horizon.

His sole intention had been to get the knot and then run out of there, but when he comes down from
his high, he’s so addicted to the sensation of being stretched to satisfaction that he flips a startled
Jeongguk onto his back and eagerly tries to ride him again.

This time however, halfway through Taehyung’s desperate bouncing, Jeongguk takes the lead and
fucks him nice and slow in missionary position, so deep and so good that Taehyung literally sobs
with each well measured thrust.

“O-oh, just like that,” he moans feverishly, the sounds quickly swallowed up by Jeongguk’s
blazing and desperate lips moving sloppily against his own. “I love your cock, love it inside of me.
Fuck, you drive me absolutely crazy.”

Jeongguk, when he assumes control, is a kissing fiend.

Taehyung registers this after the alpha successfully manages to leave his marks everywhere,
Taehyung’s skin his own personal canvas. The omega’s thighs, his chest, the softer areas of his
upper arms; no space is left untouched by Jeongguk’s gentle yet persistent mouth.
Taehyung can’t say he doesn’t like it, the way Jeongguk holds him like he wants to melt into
Taehyung’s body, pulling the omega closer and closer until Taehyung can’t breathe.

The omega isn’t sure if he’s supposed to feel this way: loved, content, and treasured in the arms of
an apparent one nightstand but, with his innards being pulverized by the tip of Jeongguk’s dick, he
doesn’t let his thoughts linger on any type of logic for long.

Critical thinking, after all, is the last item on his list of priorities whilst lost in the throes of
hedonism and when Taehyung shakes his way to his third orgasm, his limbs are entirely gelatin,
brain a bubbling pool of goo.

He thinks his blessings stop there, but he’s gladly proven wrong.

Jeon Jeongguk, as most of the population already knows, is good at pretty much everything. His
talents extend to the bedroom, Taehyung can attest to that but what knocks the omega off his feet
is the aftercare.

Jeongguk is an angel when it comes to aftercare, so much that Taehyung can’t believe he’s actually
real. The omega drifts in and out by that point, overcome with staggering lethargy, but what he
does remember is how Jeongguk softly wipes down his entire body with caring hands, how he
quickly strips and changes the sheets after swaddling Taehyung in a fluffy crimson robe, and how
he tucks Taehyung into his side, murmuring sweet nothings in his ears all the while kissing his
neck and laying tender touches across the omega’s face.

This is precisely why the older male doesn’t bother moving away from the pleasant heat of
Jeongguk’s body when he wakes, held firmly against the alpha’s sculpted chest and content in
listening to the steady beat of Jeongguk’s heart.

His surroundings are dim, slivers of light sliding through the crevices where the blinds don’t
overlap, and they illuminate the innocence of Jeongguk’s sleeping face; puffy cheeks, open mouth
revealing a set of bunny teeth, and the longest feathery lashes.

The alpha is a charming sleeper. How else can Taehyung accurately describe the light little puffs of
air Jeongguk exhales into his hair and the way he snuffles and frowns when Taehyung shifts in his
hold?

Serially cute.

The man is an enigma and Taehyung is more certain than ever, by this point, that their escapade
cannot just remain an event of the past.

Capable in every aspect, adorable in his mannerisms, and sexy with the thickest knot the omega
has ever had the pleasure of having between his legs, Taehyung would be missing a few sections of
his mind if he let this alpha go.

It’s strange though, he can’t quite put his finger on the attraction he feels towards Jeongguk, a
magnetic force that buzzes inside his veins. The inexplicability is various shades of alarming yet
still, it’s welcomed because this is probably the closest Taehyung has been to the concept of
infatuation all of his life.

He has always desired for a chance to love someone deeply, yet the opportunity evades him at
every turn.

Taehyung must allow Jeongguk to cuddle him for more than an hour in that same position before
his bladder announces its need to combust. It is with painstaking difficulty that he extracts himself
from Jeongguk’s hold, the alpha’s hands having been splayed across the small of his back,
responsive to his every movement and fiercely protective, keeping Taehyung resolutely pressed
against the younger man’s form.

What he notices when he eventually stands is a never before satisfying pain around his anal
sphincter and the discomfort in his backside. Taehyung momentarily loses his balance, knees
buckling for a split second when he bends over to swipe Jeongguk’s dress shirt from the ground.

They’re less than subtle reminders of what had transpired but a few hours ago and Taehyung finds
himself smiling in awe as the muscles in his thighs protest.

So, the flexibility of his anus finally met its match, he vibrates with glee as he hobbles into the
conjoined bathroom of the suite. Taehyung never thought he’d get that insufferable itch scratched,
but here he is now, a changed man. He’s so happy he could burst, his insatiability drenched like a
parched land in its first rainstorm.

He should honestly offer Jimin his entire Gucci wardrobe for clueing him in.

As Taehyung bustles about in Jeongguk’s quarters, bare feet padding on the cold bathroom tiles,
he marvels at how neat the alpha is. The counters are dust free, everything is arranged in an
orderly fashion and Taehyung freshens up with the toothbrush and facecloth the alpha had
presented him with the previous night, during the younger’s meticulous aftercare session.

The omega’s cheeks flush when he recalls how Jeongguk had gently cleaned his face with warm
water, watching on with fond eyes as Taehyung had lazily brushed his teeth.

He doesn’t know if he’s projecting but Taehyung likes to think he knows affection when he sees it;
Jeongguk had unabashedly worn his emotions on his sleeve after their tryst and if he’s always this
way, Taehyung has no doubts as to why so many had fallen and gotten their hearts broken by the
alpha.

Who isn’t a little vulnerable after having sex with someone so gorgeous and attentive?

He skims over his form in the mirror, clad in Jeongguk’s white dress shirt and can’t help but smirk
in amusement. The thin article of clothing remains unbuttoned near the top, unveiling a
constellation of vicious hickeys decorating his collarbones and upper chest.

Jeongguk’s eager mouth hadn’t left his skin for longer than a minute during their mind-blowing
second round fuck and really, the omega should be appalled by the blooming purple bruises
pressed into his skin instead of feeling the need to preen.

Hickeys, though arousing in the heat of the moment, are notoriously annoying as they fade slowly
and generally compromise Taehyung’s ability to put together a stunning outfit when he has to rely
on turtlenecks.

Jeongguk’s possessive marks however, the omega eventually decides, fingers idly tracing the pink
and purple splotches, he wears quite well. There’s just something that makes his blood run south
when he thinks about how the visual nicely accompanies the way the alpha’s scent seeps from
Taehyung’s pores.

It’s less about ownership and more about the fact that he had a good lay and that he could flaunt it
if he should so wish.

The older male must spend a good half hour in the washroom, freshening up and steeling his
nerves. Despite how borderline desperate he is to fall into Jeongguk’s bed once more, he can
honestly count on one hand the number of times he’s actually been at an alpha’s house the
morning after.

Jeongguk had asked him to stay as he’d towelled Taehyung off, smiling beatifically when Taehyung
agreed but the fearful part of him wonders if the alpha feels differently now that he’s well-rested
and sexually satiated.

The bedroom, however, is empty when Taehyung finally unlocks the door and nervously peeks out
from his hiding space. The curtains are pulled open, sunshine oozing over the unmade bed.

Illuminated dust motes drift lazily through the air, the clock reads 10:13AM and in the distance,
beyond the bedroom, Taehyung registers the sound of running water and the tinkering of pots and
pans.

He blinks slowly, trying to assemble his thoughts, eyes still searching for Jeongguk when they land
on an abnormally large stack of clothing placed on the nightstand. The omega’s curiosity is
immediately ignited by the sight, he scoots over cautiously only to have his face erupt into a pink
flush when it dawns on him that Jeongguk left him an entire wardrobe to sift through.

Sorry your clothes got dirty, the note reads atop a pair of socks, feel free to go through my closet if
you don’t like any in this pile. I hope you don’t mind wearing these boxers, they’re new, I promise.

Taehyung squints as he lets the dress shirt fall from his form, fingers gingerly holding up a pair of
modest white undergarments. “Be still my heart and dick,” the omega murmurs, more than a little
wooed by the sweet and considerate gesture. Each piece of clothing smells strongly of Jeongguk
and the older male wastes no time in pulling on an oversized t-shirt, slipping into a pair of silky
slacks.

The haphazard ensemble is surprisingly enough to cause Jeongguk’s mouth to slide right open
when the alpha’s gaze lands on Taehyung’s form walking into the kitchen area. The omega offers
Jeongguk a shy smile, stopping at the kitchen island.

They’re standing less than three feet apart, comfortable silence filling the air, supplemented by the
homely sounds of oil sizzling on the stove.

“Morning,” he greets, holding back his laughter when Jeongguk fumbles with the pancake mix in
his surprise. “I didn’t know I’d be getting breakfast as part of the package deal.”

“Uh, it’s my pleasure,” Jeongguk croaks, swiftly shoving the pancake mix to the side. “It’s only
right that I provide -,” he doesn’t finish his sentence, bright doe eyes zeroing in on the bruises
lining Taehyung’s neck before his jaw goes slack once again.

It’s so amusing, how easily affected the alpha is. One would assume that Jeongguk would have
more finesse after his extensive history as a university fuckboy.

Taehyung’s a bit of a tease, and he delights in Jeongguk’s reaction. The omega tilts his head to the
side a little more, revealing a sharper view of his mottled skin just to watch the alpha squirm.
“You’re too kind, Jeonggukkie. You really didn’t have to.”

The nickname doesn’t go unnoticed by the alpha who reddens instantaneously. His nostrils flare
when Taehyung detaches himself from the kitchen island to approach him. Inhibitions be damned,
the vulnerability Jeongguk showcases entices Taehyung's bravery and the omega kicks the
situation from 0 to 100 in a flash.

“My big strong alpha,” Taehyung croons for good measure, “making me breakfast after a long
night. You make it hard for me to leave you alone.” He can’t believe he was ever shy about the
morning after, Jeongguk’s flustered state stroking his ego like never before. The alpha in front of
him breathes heavily as Taehyung sidles up to the younger male.

“Then don’t,” Jeongguk whispers, pupils dilated, “leave me alone.”

“Is that an invitation to see you regularly?” Taehyung presses, invading the alpha’s personal
space. He reaches out to turn off the stove and Jeongguk responds by placing his shaky hands on
Taehyung’s hips, drawing him closer until their chests touch.

“Yes please,” the alpha murmurs. Taehyung watches as Jeongguk swallows before he speaks
again, “you’re so perfect, how could one time ever be enough for me?”

Why is it that with Jeongguk everything comes so easily? Taehyung can hardly say he’s ever been
this forward with what he wants, all the while feeling good about himself. The alpha looks on at
him, gaze as sweet as honey.

Is this all supposed to go so smoothly?

“I’m glad we’re on the same page then,” the omega smiles, leaning forward to place a kiss on
Jeongguk’s lips. It’s chaste but still draws out a startled whimper from the alpha. “Aren’t you
going to ask me how I like my eggs done in the morning?”

Jeongguk laughs, smile bright and eyes twinkling.

The flush high on his cheeks is pretty, Jeongguk is pretty.

“I was going to ask you about that after making the pancakes but, alright, how do you like your
eggs in the morning?”

Taehyung smirks, nosing up Jeongguk’s jaw until his lips reach the shell of Jeongguk’s ear. He can
feel the way the alpha’s heartrate picks up, matching the way Taehyung’s heart rapidly beats in
the swell of his ribcage.

“I like my eggs fertilized, baby boy. Won’t you be a good alpha and fertilize them for me?”

Taehyung has had more than enough insight into Jeongguk’s breeding kink from the previous night
and he trembles as the grip on his hips tightens deliciously, Jeongguk releasing a low growl.

“I was wondering how to engage you in light conversation this entire morning, yet you come out
and ruin absolutely everything I’d envisioned. Eggs first, pancakes later. How does that sound?”
The alpha dips his head and mouths at Taehyung’s sore neck, the omega melting at the touch.

“Sounds good to me,” Taehyung gasps, moaning loudly when Jeongguk hooks an arm around his
waist to hoist him up onto the counter. The younger male impatiently parts the omega’s legs to slot
himself between them with a grunt.

Taehyung’s growing erection rubs against Jeongguk’s clothed stomach and the alpha sighs against
Taehyung’s skin. “I’m never going to come back from this, from having you,” Jeongguk groans,
hands travelling up Taehyung’s front to tweak at his rapidly pebbling nipples.

And if the omega ends up comes noisily with his head against the cupboard, thighs trembling as
Jeongguk swallows around him, that’s probably nobody’s business.

And if Jeongguk does eventually thoroughly fertilize Taehyung up against the fridge, knot bulging
inside Taehyung’s ass whilst laying sweet kisses on the omega’s forehead, that’s definitely
nobody’s business.

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Taehyung arrives home in the late afternoon to a face full of colourful streamers as soon as he
unlocks his front door.

“Congrats on getting the jeoncock!” Jimin shrieks at him in excitement, party hat on his head and
maracas in both hands. “You did it! How was it?!”

In the background, Taehyung can just about make out the pained expression on Namjoon’s face.
The rest of the boys are all crowded by the entryway, various festive items looped around their
bodies, smiles absolutely blinding and Taehyung is suddenly hit with ten thousand emotions.

“Jimbles, you’re the most amazing soulmate I could have ever asked for,” the omega whispers,
overwhelmed by his feelings as he rushes forward to pull Jimin into a tight hug. “Y-you guys are
my best friends, so freaking supportive, I love you all so much.”

His eyes are wet, he can’t believe he’s crying.

Taehyung’s unexpected reaction immediately dampens the celebratory atmosphere, Hoseok

stopping his erratic whooping, and Jin lowering the riding crop he’d been spinning in the air. They
all hurry forward to make sure he’s alright with worried expressions scrawled across their
features.

“Tae?” Yoongi asks, placing his hand on the small of Taehyung’s back as the omega dribbles
tears onto Jimin’s jacket.

“Awe Taetae,” Jimin shifts Taehyung in his hold, hooking the omega’s chin over his shoulder so
that Hoseok can wipe gently at Taehyung’s face, “hey, it’s going to be okay. There, there. Do you
want to tell me what’s going on?”

The floor is littered with confetti, it’s going to be an absolute bitch to clean especially now that
everyone is crushing them into the carpet. Taehyung shudders in Jimin’s embrace, snivelling
pathetically as Hoseok’s eyebrows knit in concern, sleeves freshly stained with snot. “I just-,”
Taehyung struggles with his words and the small pocket of time allows Yoongi to jump to
conclusions.

“Wait, did that bastard hurt you? If so, he’s a dead man. It’s not murder if no one knows,” the
older omega states solemnly, cruel intent dripping from his tone and Taehyung stiffens in alarm,
forcefully pulling away from Jimin to rectify the situation.

“Oh no, he was so good to me. Like too good, as in, I got knotted multiple times and now I think
I’m only going to want that knot for the rest of my damn life!” He wails and the room goes
completely silent. The riding crop falls from Jin’s hands to hit the ground with a muted thud.
“Wait, hold the fuck up,” Namjoon gasps, ripping Taehyung out of Jimin’s arms, eyes wide as
saucers. “Did you just say, Jeongguk knotted you multiple times?”

“TMI,” Hoseok groans. He stumbles away from the group on uneven legs, covering his ears, “I
was ready to celebrate this event but under the pretense that I don’t hear more than I need to. Also
Tae, you owe me a new sweater, your snot has permeated the wool on this one.”

“Oh my gods, I thought it was a serious situation but he’s literally just overwhelmed by dick.
Joon,” Jin replies with a huff, “be gentle with him, he’s crying! Also, his ass is probably on fire.”

Hoseok shrieks in the background and Namjoon resolutely ignores his mate, reaching to cup
Taehyung’s face in his palms. His gaze is fearful and searching, “hey, seriously, did you just say
Jeon knotted you and you finally felt satisfied?”

Taehyung hiccups before nodding and Namjoon loses his shit.

“Lord have mercy,” he slams into the wall and slides down its length moaning woes that no one
understands, “it just had to be you. This is all too coincidental, wait there are no coincidences.
Just, what the heck? Seriously? How in the nine circles of hell do I even try to explain how
monumental your knotting experience was?”

“I … think he’s gone crazy, sorry guys,” Jin bends down to pick up his whip, “there’s only one
solution for this.”

The rest of the troupe cringes, inching towards the doorway. “Please not here,” Jimin begs as he
almost slips on a pile of confetti, “just let him have a moment. We’re supposed to be celebrating
Taehyung’s anal glow-up.”

The eldest smiles sadly and shakes his head, brandishing the riding crop, “Jiminie, when I see a
problem I have to fix it. Trust me, everyone including Namjoon will appreciate this. If it’s too much
for you, just stand out in the hallway for a bit okay? I won’t be longer than fifteen minutes.”

“Let’s just go home,” Yoongi closes his eyes in exasperation. His tone suggests a hint of hysteria,
“bring Tae with us and let Hoseok suffer with them. He’s in the living room with his ears plugged,
he won’t even know what he’s in store for.”

While Hoseok experiences trauma, Taehyung is successfully whisked away and celebrates the
awakening of his asshole tucked between his best friend and his best friend’s mate. He has the time
of his life, warm and cozy in the apartment he spends more time in than his own home.

“Y’know,” he giggles, drunk and clinging onto Yoongi who has turned soft and cuddly after
downing eight shots, “Yoongi’s mum is my dad’s cousin so we’re actually related.”

Jimin joins in with the giggling, cheeks rosy and glowing, “I know, that’s why I married one and
have the other as my platonic other-half.”

“Love you two,” the youngest whispers, head in Yoongi’s lap and feet resting across Jimin’s
thighs.

“Love you as well,” the alpha coos back at him.

“You love us just as much as you love Jeon Jeongguk’s knot,” Yoongi tacks on.

No one bothers to disagree with him.

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“I can’t hide it anymore,” Jeongguk breathes, absolutely tortured, “I have to ask him out.”

“Wow,” Bambam shoots back at him, crowing from across the round table, “I could have told you
that and I was sick the entire time you guys were involved in your weird-ass mating dance.”

Seated for a quick coffee across the street from their office, Jeongguk’s group of friends break out
into raucous laughter. The barista sends them a glare and Yugyeom answers her with a saucy
wink.

“You two have been going at it like bunnies, and while that’s normal and all, I mean, the sexual
attraction is real, you guys are also exceedingly domestic,” the beta proceeds to comment without
missing a beat. “It’s been more than three weeks, yet you might as well be married with the way
you act. Have you noticed this strange phenomenon yourself or do I have to go into further
detail?”

His jabs hit way too close to home and Jeongguk hurriedly stuffs Yugyeom’s apple pastry into his
mouth with a single swipe, uncaring of the way the beta punches at his arm with an annoyed
growl. “You douche, me laying out the truth for you is not an excuse to steal my food! I’ve been
waiting to have that all day! Is this how you repay the guy who wing-manned your mate for you,
you ungrateful manchild?!”

“How could he not notice?” Mingyu laughs around the straw in his mouth. He’s seated to
Jeongguk’s right and his eyebrows waggle when their gazes connect.

The other alpha’s hair is freshly dyed a caramel brown and it’s got the office singles crowd
tittering now that Jeongguk is off the market.

“He cooks Taehyung homemade meals, is resolutely exclusive even though Taehyung never asked
him to be, and has him saved as my beautiful future mate in his phone. It’s gross. Gguk, I’m glad
you’re happy but you need to get your shit together.”

Dokyeom grins lazily at Jeongguk, “you know,” he says, “if even Mingyu is telling you to get your
shit together, you’re doing a bad job.” The last member of their squad, Minghao, snorts into his
latte.

Jeongguk groans, he hasn’t had the guts to make it official with the omega of his dreams even
though he spends almost every waking hour outside of work with Taehyung.

They balance each other out, their synchronicity is oftentimes mind boggling and what he
wholeheartedly appreciates is how Taehyung is always supportive of Jeongguk’s pursuits. He
couldn’t have dreamed up a better omega to romance and build the rest of his life with.

Yet, the physical manifestation of all his desires only serves to amplify his fear of rejection.

The omega is terribly popular, so much that Jeongguk wears the ugliest glower whenever he
catches other alphas making passes at Taehyung when they’re out on a date. His attitude, he feels,
is rather unsophisticated, but Taehyung seems to find how protective he is entertaining.

The alpha takes extra care to never act too overbearing, steering clear of interrupting the omega’s
own battles. He however, can’t stop how he hovers in the periphery like some kind of disgruntled
ghost.

“He’s not going to reject you, you know, Gguk.” Yugyeom smiles at him, holding the door open
when their friend group finally trickles out the entrance of the shop, “pretty sure he’s also
exclusive if the information Jung Hoseok has been slipping me is accurate.”

“I aspire to be like Yuggie-oh,” Dokyeom sighs. The omega stands by the sidewalk, straightening
his outfit before flashing the oblivious Mingyu a look, “he’s shameless in reaching his goals. I
also want to be so committed to getting free lunch for months on end that I set up my best friend
with the omega of his wettest fantasies.”

“Better watch yourself, DK,” Bambam whistles. The crosswalk signal turns green. “If you don’t,
Yugyeom will stick his nose into your affairs soon and finally get you moving.”

They amble leisurely across the road, Jeongguk in the lead. Ahead of the crew, the glass panes of
the large skyscraper housing their company reveals a bustling lobby.

“Oh?” Mingyu comments, face stiff. He almost trips over his own feet as they reach the revolving
doors of the building, “does Dokyeom have someone he likes?”

Minghao hums, eyes bright and mischievous. “Oh Mingyu, you truly don’t know?”

Jeongguk doesn’t have a chance to join in with the teasing. As soon as he steps foot into the lobby,
he spots Namjoon standing near the concierge beckoning him over with the wave of a hand.

His cousin is hard to miss with his tall stature and posh image. Dressed in a pinstriped suit, he’s an
intimidating sight. Jeongguk joins the older male shortly after seeing his friends off at the elevator.

“Hey,” he greets, smile wide enough to reveal a pair of bunny teeth. His dress shoes click to a stop
in front of Namjoon’s own feet. “What’s up?”

The older alpha used to be Jeongguk’s hero during his early teens, the man incredibly smart,
powerful, and well-spoken in a way that ignited a fierce motivation in Jeongguk’s chest. They don’t
see each other as often as they used to largely because they’re awfully busy but Namjoon is still of
one his favourite family members.

He typically greets Jeongguk with a lot more warmth than he’s expressing in the present. Instead
of a wide smile, Namjoon merely quirks an eyebrow at him, face serious.

“Jeongguk, just how long are you planning on stalling with Taehyung?”

Jeongguk freezes.

Namjoon has always known about the Jeon family’s curse with his mother being a member of the
main branch. He’s been there for Jeongguk all his life, providing reassurance the younger alpha
needed and craved when the search had felt absolutely hopeless.

“I would never want to hurt him, Joon.” Jeongguk replies, he looks to the side and sighs. This
entire situation hasn’t been easy on him and his wish to have an open and honest relationship.
“It’s hard because I don’t know how to tell him about it. He’s the one, you know he’s the one but
how am I supposed to explain the curse, our family, and how he’s involved in this gigantic mess?
Witches, do you think he’d ever believe me? On top of all this, I can’t even gauge if he likes me
enough to want to stay at this point.”

The alpha glances around him, the lobby devoid of all the occupants it had held in the last few
minutes. It’s just them and a few lingering souls who don’t seem to be paying the pair any mind.
“Did we have to have this conversation out here in the open?” He groans.

The security guard behind the desk stares listlessly out the window, completely zoned out and
unaware of the debate arising in front of her.

“Sorry Gguk, I have a client meeting in ten and saw you, thus wanted to talk.” Namjoon reaches
forward to pat at his shoulders.

“It’s difficult in a way I can hardly imagine, but look, it’s not right to keep him in the dark.
Taehyung is very amazed by how great he feels around you but we both know there’s an underlying
reason as to why. He deserves to learn about the fact that he’s fated for you.” Namjoon counters.

“Every time, he brings you up, I sweat.” Jeongguk bites at his bottom lip as his cousin continues,
“he’s really into you Gguk, I don’t think you have too much to be afraid of. Just be honest.”

“Easy for you to say as a bystander. What if he thinks I’m a freak? Who talks about supernatural
things not even a month into an unofficial relationship and then goes, ‘by the way, I’m like the lock
to your key and now my family can have heirs because I found you’?” Jeongguk spits, “discovering
him was beyond tough, it took more than a decade, but I can’t lose him, Joon.”

He grits his teeth, “I’m not exaggerating when I say that losing him would kill me inside.”

This shuts the older alpha up, his eyes going wide as he registers the pure agony in his younger
cousin’s expression.

Jeongguk is a romantic at heart and having been obligated to bed so many in addition to accepting
the knowledge that he might never actually love, the brutal experience had impaired the little one’s
ability to trust and believe.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Namjoon apologizes, he breathes in deeply before bowing his head. He should
have known better than to let his anxiety take over. “I didn’t consider your feelings more. It’s
because I see Taehyung so often and I wanted to make sure he knows what he’s getting himself
into.” The phone in his pocket chooses to vibrate then, signalling the start of his client meeting and
the older alpha straightens his form in his panic.

“This timing sucks! Gguk, sorry, I have to-”

Jeongguk nods, it happens. “No, it’s fine. I appreciate that you’re looking out for him and I wish
that I could be braver, but I need more time. I promise I’ll tell him.”

He forces a grin, “just not now. Joon, I’m seriously scared. Yeah, go to your meeting, we can talk
later if you’re free for dinner. Tomorrow?”

“That I am,” Namjoon breathes, pulling Jeongguk in for a quick but firm hug. “I’ll text you, sorry
for being a terrible cousin,” he whispers into Jeongguk’s ear.

The younger alpha shakes his head and returns the embrace with an assuring squeeze.
 His cousin makes his way out fast, dashing across the lobby in a matter of seconds with his long
legs eating up the distance easily. Jeongguk watches as he disappears with a heavy heart.

The curse is terrible; Jeongguk had thought that finding Taehyung would solve everything but
instead, there are more hurdles he has to clear before he can attempt his construction of a happy
ending.

He can’t lose Taehyung, he doesn’t know what he would do. It’s actually unreasonable how
attached he is to the omega after such a questionable period of time but in this world, there will
ever only be one omega who is essentially his soulmate and that would be Taehyung.

He thinks that under that pretense, his intense emotions are justified.

“I’m actually more open to hearing about witches than you would think, Jeonggukkie,” a familiar
voice comments from behind him as he’s lost in his turmoil.

Jeongguk nearly has a heart attack.

This can’t be happening.

Immediately a cold sweat builds on his forehead and Jeongguk’s stomach turns violently. The hairs
on the back of his neck stand to attention and his knees lock. His limbs seem to liquify but still, he
gathers the courage to slowly look over his shoulder.

His throat dries, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when he spots Taehyung, beautiful as
ever, leaning against the front desk.

The omega looks a touch sheepish, peering at Jeongguk cautiously. His deft fingers fidget against
one another showcasing his discomfort at the confrontation.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to eavesdrop while I was passing by, but then I heard too much to not
approach you. You… have something to tell me? Joon seemed pretty adamant that I know.”

The omega’s eyes are bright and inquisitive, his posture open and welcoming despite it all, but
none of it does anything in calming down Jeongguk’s quaking nervous system.

Honestly, fuck Namjoon.

The older alpha got what he wanted in the end, didn’t he?

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Chapter End Notes

Hi everyone, thank you for being patient with me.

I started this series to try and get out of a writer's block by focusing less on
quality/editing and more on churning out a tale but in the end, I still got blocked extra
hard. Wow.

It's honestly taken so much to push this chapter out. This past year in general has been
hard on my writing, so I apologize. Someone commented last time that they can tell
when I'm having a good time writing and when I'm not. LOL IT DOES SHOW
goodness me, but I also promised myself that I'd love myself a little more and thus
will refrain from criticizing my work too much.

I'm just thankful I'm closer to the end. oNE MORE CHAPTER of my dedication to the
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 Ending scene
Chapter Summary

The beginning of a fairytale.

Chapter Notes

Please read the tags. This fic contains abo elements but not werewolves as mentioned
per my note in chapter 2.

Otherwise -

Hi bub! Welcome to the last chapter!

I started this in the late summer of last year with the intent writing around 8k words.
Instead, this thing is now around 22k and I am still trying to figure out how that
happened.

I’d like to thank you for sticking with me for so long.

This fic was supposed to be a fun little unimportant thing yet somehow, despite my
initial plans, it has grown up rather well with its own plot and everything.

If you’d like to understand the mood I was in while I was writing the first bit, please
listen to Jungkook’s cover of IU’s Ending scene.

I think the music adds a different kind of depth for sure! Try it out if you’d like.

Happy reading.

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Jeongguk increasingly fears the possibility of nursing a broken heart.

Across from him, in the deserted meeting room, Taehyung remains silent.

The alpha’s explanation of his family situation had ended almost a millennium ago, yet the older
male still hasn’t said a word.

There is but one universal rule: time slows when one wants it to the least.
Centuries seem to fly by as Jeongguk continues to await a response and in those moments, he must
envision hundreds if not thousands of ways Taehyung could reject him.

His lover’s face is carefully blank, eyes calculating and lost in a mist of his own thoughts.

It terrifies the alpha to his core.

Jeongguk had tried to give them both some space to think, offering to leave if Taehyung could
promise him a chance to reconvene later.

Surprisingly, the omega had immediately vetoed the suggestion and Jeongguk, being a sucker for
all things involving Kim Taehyung, plopped his ass down so fast his tailbone now hums with a
sting.

He loves that he’s in Taehyung’s presence and that the omega is taking this entire situation
seriously. Yet, he’s folding and increasingly uncomfortable waiting for the final verdict on their
budding romance.

Stress is a pending avalanche perched at the precipice of his ribcage.

Surely fate would be much too cruel to allow him but a brief taste of his soulmate? Jeongguk’s
eyes flicker to Taehyung, the omega chewing at his bottom lip absentmindedly and in that moment,
he yearns until he aches.

At the age of five, Jeongguk learned that he’d never have any siblings. Namjoon is the only family
he has around his age and growing up lonely, he’d dealt with it.

When Jeongguk presented as an alpha, he hadn’t complained when he’d immediately been whisked
from marriage meeting to marriage meeting. He’d dealt with it.

When he had felt the full burden of the spell in his early twenties, meaninglessly bedding omegas
in a desperation that kept him awake through the nights, he’d wiped away his tears and dealt with
it.

Heading into adulthood, he accepted a life of solitude, shouldered the crushing disappointment
from his family, and dealt with all of it as well.

However, a future devoid of Taehyung he knows he can’t simply get over without losing a
fundamental part of himself. What Jeongguk nurses for the older male is the purest form of love he
has ever held for another. It would kill him to give that up.

The hope in him diminishes as he’s further drowned in his rumination, covered from head to toe in
his heavy doubts. At one point, bathed in Taehyung’s charming laughter, Jeongguk had thought
that maybe this would all work out. It’s painfully obvious now to him that maybe he’d been too
optimistic.

Jeongguk has always gotten the shorter end of the stick, why should he assume that he deserves a
happier ending? The cruelty of bad endings is often his reality and a life without his soulmate is
not anywhere near impossible.

Before he even realizes it, the first tear drips down Jeongguk’s face.

Another rolls past the slope of his cheeks and then another follows until he can’t stop them from
overflowing any longer.
He’s shaking.

No, no, no.

Fearful of Taehyung’s judgement, the alpha hastily attempts to wipe away evidence of his
breakdown but without the precision of steady heads, he ends up making a bigger mess.

Nearing a new height of distress, Jeongguk accidentally whimpers and before he can rise from his
seat to escape, warm palms come to gently encircle Jeongguk’s face.

Nimble fingers brush the tears away and a press of feather-light lips inks itself onto the skin of his
forehead.

It’s Taehyung, Jeongguk would recognize that touch anywhere.

Kind, handsome, beautiful, smart, and admirable Taehyung. Jeongguk is always going to want him
despite understanding that their union is much too good to be true.

It hurts so bad.

He cries even harder.

“Jeonggukkie,” Taehyung croons in his worry, pulling the alpha into a gentle embrace. A hand
situates itself in Jeongguk’s hair, scratching at his scalp and the younger male shudders.

He’s going to miss everything about the omega and this tender treatment isn’t going to help
Jeongguk’s bleeding heart at all. He should have stayed away like his mind urged him to, resisted
the temptation weeks and weeks ago but here he is now, suffering as a result of his own inability to
think for himself.

He didn’t ask to be born with such a cruel fate. Why is it always him?

“Hey, don’t cry, what’s wrong baby? Tell me.” Calming omega pheromones sweep the room,
steadying Jeongguk’s heartbeat as he struggles to regain his composure. He’s so embarrassed but
can’t pull himself together.

Taehyung doesn’t press him, cooing in his ear until Jeongguk’s sobs slow to hiccups.

“N-nothing,” the alpha croaks into the silence when he’s ready. “J-just that I understand if you
don’t want this anymore. Us.”

Though the temperature of the room realistically doesn’t change, several degrees seem to escape
the air when Taehyung stiffens against him. The omega pauses in his touches before pulling away
from Jeongguk.

“What?” Taehyung whispers. Tender fingers tip Jeongguk’s face towards him.

Through the wavering screen of his tears, Jeongguk takes in the omega’s shocked expression.
“Don’t jump to conclusions, why would I want to give up what we have? I was just trying to digest
all of this, Jeonggukkie. It’s barely been ten minutes.”

Oh.

The omega must understand the disbelief swimming in Jeongguk’s gaze and he laughs before
pressing quick kisses to Jeongguk’s mouth. One, two, three, Jeongguk starts to lose count as a
burning flush takes over his cheeks.
“Silly baby,” Taehyung hums, lips chasing away the wetness that coats Jeongguk’s skin. “It’s
illogical that two of the smartest individuals I know would go out of their way to make such an
intricate lie. I know that you and Joonie both care for me and haven’t gone loco just yet.”

The omega leans in to nuzzle the tips of their noses together and Jeongguk’s heart stops in his
chest. “Thank you for telling me, for not coming up with any excuses. I’m not going to lie, it’s a
strange story and I’m not entirely convinced. Witches only seemed real when I was five, to
reintroduce them successfully to me now is going to take some time.”

Taehyung’s fingers rub at Jeongguk’s earlobes as the omega continues, “but I’m open to the
possibility of believing, just like I told you previously down in the lobby. Don’t cry, okay? That
makes me sad, I wouldn’t abandon us without serious thought. You’re important to me.”

“O-okay.” The alpha breathes, scarcely able to trust how easily Taehyung is making this. He laces
their fingers together with quaking palms and the omega graces him with a pleased smile.

Things didn’t run this smoothly even in Jeongguk’s wildest dreams. He must be hallucinating.

The younger male observes how the natural lighting accentuates the softness of Taehyung’s hair,
each strand spun from silver. His chest aches again. “Why are you just accepting all of this?” He
murmurs, voice barely audible in the silence of the large meeting room. “None of what I said
should be making any sense to you.”

Taehyung blinks a handful of times before he shyly responds, “I don’t know. You just feel… right,
sex and everything. A part of me was always hoping that you were somehow magical because
nothing else seems to properly explain how amazing you make me feel.”

“I want to believe in the concept of soulmates.”

His words light a fire inside the alpha.

Jeongguk can’t help the furious pink that overtakes his entire face at that moment nor can he stop
himself from capturing Taehyung’s lips in a heated kiss. The omega welcomes the surge with a
startled moan and Jeongguk communicates the potency of his passion with each deliberate press
forwards.

Giving up the reins without complaint, Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose in an attempt to
keep up with Jeongguk’s burning lips. He doesn’t know what’s happening but suddenly Jeongguk
is everywhere and everything.

Making-out with the young alpha is always an experience in itself and by the time they separate
with a wet pop, Taehyung feels like a wreck.

He should probably take the day off, there’s no way he’s getting any work done this afternoon.

In surveying his lover, Jeongguk doesn’t seem to be faring any better. The younger male heaves for
air, looking as if he just fell out of bed. Swollen lips and pupils blown wide, Jeongguk is so pretty.

The omega busies himself with fixing Jeongguk’s hair and the alpha’s half lidded gaze never
leaves Taehyung’s face.

“You’re staring,” Taehyung muses as he gradually floats back down to earth. As his surroundings
come into focus, the omega realizes that he doesn’t recall climbing into Jeongguk’s lap.

When he tries to remove himself however, Jeongguk grips his ass cheeks with such a force, he’s
pinned to the alpha’s thighs.

“I know,” Jeongguk returns smugly, uncaring of the mock glare Taehyung shoots his way. “I’m
just so happy, I thought you’d leave me after knowing about the curse but you’re still here and
you’re in my lap. The only thing that would make me happier is,” he pauses and licks at his lips.

“Is?” The omega echoes. Jeongguk’s hesitance is prickling at his skin and he’s never been the
patient type.

The younger male looks shy, fingers tapping along the seams of Taehyung’s pants before finally
whispering, “...calling you my boyfriend. It’d make me happier if I could call you mine.”

Jeongguk looks up at him expectantly then, fear in his eyes despite it all and Taehyung wants to
scold him because how could he even entertain the possibility of Taehyung saying no? Jeongguk is
such a catch, he should know that bizarre curse or not, knot or not, no one in their right mind would
ever reject a chance of being loved by him.

He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of Jeongguk’s eye, “Baby, you beat me to asking. I’d love to
be your boyfriend. My answer is always yes.”

And the smile his words bring, oh the smile.

Jeongguk beams at him, impossibly bright in his state of euphoria.

Scrunched up nose, twinkling eyes and endearing crow’s feet on display, he’s utterly beautiful.

Taehyung swears then and there that maybe he’s ready to fall in love.

.
.
.

“Have a safe trip home!”

“Yeah, you too!” Jeongguk finds himself waving goodbye after dinner with Taehyung’s crew. It’s
been four months since the couple’s heart-to-heart.

He guides Taehyung towards the car, hand on the small of his omega’s back and the love of his
life shoots him a soft look.

“You’re basically the baby of the family now,” the omega comments as he settles into his seat,
buckling his seatbelt with a click.

Jeongguk smiles sheepishly, “yeah, sorry I stole the spot from you. Is it bad that I like it?”

“No,” Taehyung grins, “not at all, you’re the biggest baby boy. My baby boy.” He leans over to
tuck Jeongguk’s scarf inside his jacket and the younger male shivers with delight.
Despite his introvert nature, the alpha had melded with Taehyung’s friend group effortlessly.
They’re basically his friends now and it honestly amazes him how much he feels like he’s come
home when he’s spending time with them.

It’s barely been half a year, but it seems as if he’s been part of this troupe all his life.

Taehyung had introduced him to Jimin first and the older alpha had immediately taken a liking to
Jeongguk.

“You remind me of my younger brother,” Jimin had commented gently and since then, he’s been
hovering over Jeongguk like a mother would. A common sight in the office has become Jimin
fussing over the two of them whilst Jeongguk stares at Taehyung with hearts in his eyes.

Jimin is fun, easy to roast, and obviously loves Taehyung a lot.

It warms Jeongguk’s heart to know that he’s been able to connect with Taehyung’s most treasured
friend and Taehyung always gives him sweet kisses when the younger alpha feeds Jimin’s
bottomless praise kink.

Hoseok had been the other member of Taehyung’s crew that Jeongguk didn’t quite know
beforehand.

He’d continuously heard of Jung Hoseok throughout his university days, the older having been a
celebrated dance instructor, but they’d never talked.

He had been incredibly nervous to officially meet Hoseok despite Taehyung’s reassurances.

“He sounds really cool, Tae, what if I mess up and embarrass myself?” Taehyung had snorted
before stuffing a fry into Jeongguk’s mouth.

“Hush baby, Hoseok is nothing to be scared of.”

His jitters were indeed proved unfounded when the older alpha pulled him into an excited hug
within seconds of saying hello.

“You’re my saviour,” Hoseok had moaned right in his face, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He
was shameless and Jeongguk had been alarmed. “Your Jeon knot has put an end to all knots and I
thank you because now Taehyung can finally stop talking about his knot quest.”

That had been an awkward conversation and Taehyung had spent hours afterwards placating
Jeongguk’s jealous streak with wet kisses and mind-blowing sex.

As for the rest of Taehyung’s group, Namjoon is, of course, his beloved cousin. They’ve always
gotten along well and he loves spending time with his hyung. He knows Jin by default because of
Namjoon. As for Yoongi, they’d met before during an arranged marriage meeting between the
Jeon and Min families.

The good thing about Yoongi is that he blatantly doesn’t care about what had transpired. He’d
clapped Jeongguk on the shoulder during their initial reunion and the alpha had immediately
known then that the past was left in the past.

When Jimin had learned of said arranged marriage meeting, he laughed his head off.

“You and Yoongi? Oh my lord, I can’t even imagine that. Yoongi would dominate you much
harder than Taehyung ever has, I don’t know if you could take that.”
The other thing about Taehyung’s friend group that Jeongguk still can’t quite wrap his head around
is how receptive they are to strange ideas.

It had taken Taehyung a few weeks or so to fully justify the curse. Yet, together as a team,
Taehyung’s crew had acknowledged the validity of the spell in less than an hour.

It all happened when Namjoon’s mouth had loosened up one evening after too much wine.

How terrified Jeongguk had been then, literally sweating bullets as the table went silent after his
cousin’s outburst.

“What?!” The drunk beta had complained, unaware that he’d just spilled a huge secret. “It’s true.
Taehyung is Jeongguk’s soulmate, that’s why he’s the only one who can get that knot. Do you
know how long our family has been waiting for a perfect Min omega?! It was driving me bonkers
and Jeongguk used to cry so much. Now we have to wait for them to fall in love otherwise no one
in our main family can have children anymore and the curse remains intact.”

Namjoon had rounded on Jeongguk immediately, tone accusatory, “when is Taehyung going to fall
in love with you?! You must be doing something wrong.”

Gods.

Jin had spit out his drink, absolutely bewildered by his mate. “Whoa Joon, baby you’re not making
any sense. You’re drunk, really drunk. Let’s get you home. The whip is also at home.”

He had literally fluttered his eyelashes, “You love the whip when you’re drunk, don’t you?”

The beta had moved to coax Namjoon away from the crew and would have been successful at
knocking Namjoon’s outburst to the ground if not for Yoongi.

“Hold up,” Yoongi had interrupted, always the sharp one.

The omega had cut through the chaos with a flick of his wrist, halting the growing panic with a
glare and quieting the group. “No, no, no. Something isn’t right here.”

Jeongguk had truly wanted to puke because Yoongi was undoubtedly the best negotiator at the
table. He had singlehandedly seen on many occasions how the omega was able to convince anyone
of anything. Things hadn’t looked too good in that moment.

“Taehyung could never feel full, Jeongguk could never pop a knot until they were together.”
Yoongi had stated, eyebrows drawn together as he connected the dots. “Namjoon’s always been a
cryptic ass about Jeongguk’s condition but never shared it with the rest of us, not even Jin. Now
he’s drunk and spouting bullshit, but we all know that he only tells the truth when he’s wasted.”

“Yeah,” Jimin had slowly reasoned, eyes fixed on Taehyung and Jeongguk who had both turned
pale with apprehension, “it’s fucking weird but I don’t think that it’s unfounded. Taehyung is
indeed a Min, he’s related to Yoongi and Jeongguk even had an arranged marriage with Yoongi
once, all because of his Min status. In fact, if I remember correctly, he had many arranged
rendezvous with Min omegas. I can’t believe I’m saying this but Namjoon seems like he’s telling
the truth.”

“Jin, you know that the Jeon family seems to be ridden by infertility. As Namjoon’s mate, you’ve
been more than aware of their complications so just think about it. Also, those two are also looking
awfully suspicious,” Yoongi had added for good measure just to see Jeongguk and Taehyung
squirm.
He acts like a hurricane most of the time, but when it comes down to it, Jin is incredibly smart.
That evening, Jin’s face had gone from pink, to red, to near maroon. “You’ve got to be fucking
kidding me.” The beta had near screeched, eyes bulging in his anger, “Kim Namjoon, explain to
me why you’ve kept this a secret from me?! Your mate?! Are we together or not, I’m so fucking
offended.”

“W-Witches are real?” Hoseok had chattered in his seat, totally fixated on a single part of the entire
debate. The table had proceeded to dissolve into a heated spitball match whilst the beta had
shivered in his seat, “I think I’m going to pee my pants. Supernatural things freak me out.”

That was how the truth was let out of the bag and surprisingly, there had been no repercussions
other than Namjoon and the whip.

Instead the no-longer secret brought them closer than ever and became the butt of many inside
jokes.

Jeongguk is incredibly thankful for how everything settled.

The drive back from their present-day dinner is a short one and the car easily delivers the pair
safely to Jeongguk’s apartment.

Jazz music plays the entire ride home and the smouldering look Taehyung occasionally aims at
Jeongguk makes the omega’s intentions for the rest of the night more than clear.

The alpha had expected as much since he’d deliberately planned for this.

He had known the moment he’d stepped out the door, biceps accentuated by the folds of a form
fitting dress shirt, that Taehyung wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself.

“You’re so sexy,” Taehyung attacks his lips as soon as they’re enclosed in the elevator. Jeongguk
receives it with a pleased laugh. “You’ve been flexing the entire night, don’t play dumb. Fuck me
while flexing too?”

The alpha pulls Taehyung flush against him, growling against his scent glands, “that sounds good
to me.”

By the time the couple eagerly stumbles through the front door with their mouths fused, their
clothes are barely intact. It doesn’t take much to fall into bed together.

Jeongguk can never get enough of his omega, addicted to Taehyung’s every quirk, the
profoundness of his mind, and to the feeling of his knot finding purchase inside Taehyung’s
warmth.

It reminds him of how they’re truly meant to be for one another and there’s no feeling more
heavenly than that, no feeling that makes Jeongguk wants to scoop his heart out of his ribcage more
than that.

Jeongguk has a panting Taehyung pinned to the mattress when his phone rings on the bedside
table.

He’d been urgently painting a fresh set of hickies along Taehyung’s chest and he grunts at the
noise. The marks left behind by his questing mouth resemble cherry blossom petals, tiny splotches
of pink that cover his lover’s supple skin.

While he’s perfectly content in ignoring the disturbance, his omega squirms beneath him, looking
unsettled.

“Answer the phone, baby boy. The sound is killing my boner.” Jeongguk nips at his chin and
Taehyung blushes prettily.

He’s gorgeous and Jeongguk is smitten.

“Please,” his lover whines when Jeongguk doesn’t budge. “Gukkie, please, for me? At least turn it
off?”

How could Jeongguk say no when Taehyung pleads?

It’s with great reluctance that he parts from Taehyung’s body, the omega sending him a sultry
smile as he grudgingly shuffles across the mattress to pick up his phone. The damn thing is still
ringing and when he looks at the screen, he almost dropkicks it out of the room.

Namjoon is calling.

“It’s just Namjoon,” he groans, finger hovering over the decline button, but Taehyung urges him to
pick up nonetheless.

“He doesn’t call out of the blue,” the omega props himself up onto his elbows and Jeongguk fights
the need to push him down against the plush covers once more. The hue of Taehyung’s nipples
demands his attention and his nostrils flare when his boyfriend’s scent spikes.

“My eyes are up here, baby boy,” Taehyung sounds amused. “But seriously, you know how Joon
is, he probably has something important to say. We have the entire night together. A few seconds
talking is nothing. Just answer the call.”

It makes perfect sense but Jeongguk’s libido fights him every step of the way. The strength of
Taehyung’s gaze however, tides him over and Jeongguk sighs, giving Taehyung one last forlorn
glance before he brings the phone up to his ear.

“Fine,” he mumbles, “I’ll make it quick.”

After this blip, he’s going to make sure Taehyung’s eyes roll into the back of his head, drunk off
the feel of Jeongguk’s dick for hours on end. That’s how it should be and Namjoon is never going
to take this from him with his cock-blocking attempts.

His cousin is honestly the worst.

When the call connects, Jeongguk is ready to rip the older male a new one but the voice that filters
through the device is one that surprises him. Namjoon sounds… incredibly overwhelmed.

“Jeongguk! Jeongguk!” His cousin shouts across the line, tears in his voice, “the curse! It’s broken.
One of our uncles accidentally impregnated his wife, which is honestly terrible at their age, but that
shouldn’t have happened.”

“Ever since you were born as the 11th generation, everyone has been infertile but it’s over, you did
it! Taehyung fell in love with you!”

Wait, what?

Jeongguk doesn’t manage to hear the rest, the phone slips from his hold and lands on the mattress
with a muted thud.
Taehyung is… in love with him?

In all the months they’ve been together, Jeongguk has always been the one to say, “I love you.”

He expresses it verbally, through his touch, and via his actions boldly and proudly.

In contrast, Taehyung has never said it once.

Sometimes Jeongguk knows he’s projecting with the way he thinks he can feel Taehyung’s love
for him through the omega’s physical language and the way he does things for Jeongguk, but
without any confirmation, he might as well have been groping in the dark.

The curse can only be broken when two conditions are met: when a Jeon alpha and Min omega a)
knot together and b) fall in mutual love.

Mutual love.

Holy fuck.

“Jeongguk?” Taehyung’s alarmed voice snaps him out of his daze.

The omega had leapt forwards when Jeongguk froze, arriving at his side with concern dancing
across his features. Frantic hands run all over Jeongguk’s front, Taehyung rubbing at his neck to
bring him back to the present. “Baby, are you alright? What did Namjoon say?”

His omega, his to-be mate, he loves Jeongguk back.

Jeongguk thought he’d already experienced the height of happiness when Taehyung had agreed to
date him, but it’s nothing compared to what he’s feeling now.

He’s awed, so much that Taehyung seems to glow in front of him.

“The curse,” he starts, Taehyung’s wide eyes connecting to his own, “it’s been… broken. Someone
from the main branch got pregnant.”

“Oh,” Taehyung says.

“Yeah, oh,” the alpha laughs, tears beginning to clog his sight. Taehyung’s back hits the mattress
as Jeongguk pins him with one swift motion, gravity pulling the warm tears right from the alpha’s
eyes to land on Taehyung’s astounded face.

“Wha-,” his omega begins only to be silenced by Jeongguk’s tender kiss. The alpha channels his
heart through his lips and he knows that Taehyung understands when he feels Taehyung’s lips
twitch into a smile.

“You love me,” the alpha whispers when they part. They’re still close enough for Taehyung to feel
the heat of his breath and the younger male shudders, overwhelmed by his emotions.

More droplets plop onto Taehyung’s cheeks and the omega continues to smile.

“Yes,” Taehyung confesses, gaze vulnerable and raw. His silver hair against the midnight of
Jeongguk’s sheets makes him look lovelier than ever. “I love you. Been wanting to tell you that for
a while now but never found the courage to. Aren’t I a coward?”

Jeongguk closes his eyes and shakes his head, crowding atop Taehyung and kissing his eyelids.
“No, not at all. I’m just really happy right now, that you’re my soulmate and that you love me.” He
 chokes up near the end and Taehyung coos at him tenderly.

“Of course I do, baby boy,” the omega sighs, tilting his head up to connect their lips once more.
The kiss sends a tingle down Jeongguk’s spine. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to
me, my soulmate.”

The way he says it, Jeongguk’s toes curl as a response.

“I hate that the curse gave you so much pain but at the same time, while it may sound selfish, I’m
honestly thrilled that it brought us together.” Taehyung’s long lashes brush against his skin with
every blink. The sheets rustle as he shifts atop them. “Promise me that we’ll mate one day so that
we can carry on the Jeon line?”

Jeongguk startles, eyes flying open with shock. Heat rushes to his groin and the tips of his ears
burn. “You can’t just say stuff like that, Tae,” he near pouts. He struggles to maintain his balance
atop his lover. “My dick is hardening embarrassingly fast. I was trying to have a sweet moment
with you here. Don’t do this to me.”

Taehyung chuckles, smirk appearing as his hands travel downwards to cup Jeongguk’s
unsuspecting but growing cock. They close around the firm shape beneath the fabric of Jeongguk’s
boxers and give it a tantalizing squeeze.

Jeongguk’s entire body jerks as he whines.

“I asked you a question Jeonggukkie, promise to mate me? All we have to do is knot and bite, that
isn’t too hard, is it? You have such a nice knot after all.” Taehyung looks up at him, gorgeous and
trusting.

There’s so much love in his eyes. “Mind if I take a seat on it?”

Jeongguk presses a tender kiss to Taehyung’s collarbones, breathing laboured. ““No, not at all,” he
replies.

Truly, he should have known that it was Taehyung from the start.

All those years ago when Jeongguk had taken an interest in him from afar, that had been enough of
a stroke of fate.

“This seat is all yours and has always been.”

/fin.

Chapter End Notes

There aren’t a lot of things I can say I’ve completed so it’s strange to announce that
this little buddy right here is the first completed chaptered work I have on ao3.

I was hoping that honour would go to the deity fic but as we know by now, I write
 slower than a snail may crawl.

Thank you thank you thank you for sticking through. I debated a lot about when I
would post this but ended up wanting to do it right away. Haha. No more 11:59PMs.

As you can tell, there wasn't a lot of conflict and everything might have wrapped up
too conveniently but that was really the point of this thing: fluff, sex and some feel
goods. This is the end for sure haha. I don't write m-preg sorry.

If you’ve stuck here for long enough, to see it from beginning to end, or perhaps even
stumbled upon it randomly, please let me know how you feel.

That would make me incredibly happy.

I do unfortunately have a feedback kink.

Much love,
Shiyu

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