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2011. HIGH SCHOOL FRESHMEN.

Taehyung never really had crushes. Always having minded his own business on the playground to the classroom with his small group of friends he had known since childhood. Even with those he knew, Taehyung was often bored. Clubs and extracurricular activities required too much effort for his liking, leaving them out of consideration. His fellow classmates were often too rowdy for his liking, even if he was rather loud and outgoing himself when he so desired. Nothing ever garnered his attention in his High School days.

As the years passed, rather than breaking off from his friend group from Elementary school to find his new roots, he stuck to the same friends he had. He didn’t quite like them, nor did they share much in common, but it was better than being alone most of the time. Though being alone wasn't something of a complete turn off.

“Taetae, come on! Live a little. We're only young once.” Eunjae, a short stocky beta, whined and bantered. He practically dragged Taehyung from his desk to a nearby group of friends.

“We could get someone to take us to, uh, the mall then we could go to Hana’s house–”

Taehyung, an omega, shook his head, already set on staying behind. “I think I’ll pass.”

“You're such a party pooper. You never want to do anything with us,” another beta, Sooyoung, whined.

“I don't really want to do much of anything,” Taehyung would shrug. “I'm sorry guys. I'd rather stay at home.”

His High School days consisted of the same old mindless chatter; anything a small town generally talked about. He resided with his family of five in a small town in Daegu. It was a place where everyone knew everyone else’s business. Word traveled quickly through the streets of Daegu, including words about himself.

“He’s such a prude,” the alpha’s that were his so called friends would murmur.

Another alpha rolled their eyes, “Why do you still hang with him?”

“I've known him since I was 5,” they scoffed. “My mom loves him. If I didn't talk to him she wouldn't let me out.”

“He's, like, every parents wet dream; doesn't do shit, doesn't say shit, and aint shit.”

Taehyung wasn’t much of a gossip, so he never put in his two cents when it came to who Jiyoon was dating, or what Donghae wore last week to class. But word surrounding what came of him and his life would always spread. What he wore, did, or said. People always wanted to know. Whether it was because he was handsome, or because he simply minded his own business, he wouldn't know.

He was the typical enigma; a black sheep. The omega stayed to himself, minded his own business, but was friendly when others tried to befriend him. God, was he bored though.

No one seemed to match his wavelength, and he didn’t want to be rude, but because of that he merely proposed he stick to himself and those he already knew. Why risk his safety or comfort?

What he did know was that the world was at his grasp if he wanted it. He was smart afterall, not that he would willingly admit of course, but his choices were endless. Yet nothing seemed appealing to him.

What many recognized him for was his artwork. Receiving endless compliments that would make him blush, yet happily smile. His artworks were the pieces of himself he allowed others to see. He wanted to be selfish, so the specks of his artwork– paintings and ceramics and drawing– he’d show were the worthy parts of himself he could never be ashamed of.

Nights morphed into days, mornings into evenings, yet it all consisted of the same routine. Nothing was out of the ordinary in Taehyung’s life, not even when he presented as an omega right at the keypoint of puberty for most; aged thirteen in middle school and ragingly hormonal.

“We’re so proud of you, honey.” His mother cood, an omega herself.

“Get yourself a hardworking alpha.” His father, an alpha, and grandparents, beta and alpha, would tell him countless times.

Never once did his relatives utter the words ‘nice,’ or ‘soft-spoken’ during the many times they told him what he should look for in a mate.

Omega’s were seen as prizes, beautiful and hard to win over. Alpha’s and beta’s alike attempted to swoon him and gain his favor since the moment they could smell his intoxicating fruity scent; grapefruit with a hint of grape undertones. As tangy as wine yet with a hint of sweetness.

Again, Taehyung never really cared much for anything or anyone. He was in his own world, for the most part. If someone didn’t like him, then it wasn’t much of a bother, because he had done nothing wrong. He was but a side character in the stories of many. In his own novel, however, he was something grander laying in rest, awaiting an opportunity. Life was full of unexpected journeys that Taehyung greeted with open arms.

Whatever it was that had yet to claim him, he would be ready.

To say that his crush on Min Yoongi was unexpected would be an understatement.

Min Yoongi was an alpha a part of the disciplinary committee in High School. With that being said, he wasn't very liked by many, and he was more of a quiet person himself. Though, he let his voice be heard when necessary, and no one

ever

bossed him around. Nonetheless, he was kind, even if only discreetly.

The alpha could be described as cold, but really it was all gossip from people who never bothered to interact with the alpha, or genuinely got to know him. The closest thing Min Yoongi could be related to would be that of a teddy bear, a soft little kitten, a baby. Though it wasn’t often acknowledge, since he did have cool, reserved exterior that often turned people away.

It only hurt a bit.

He was on the smaller side compared to most students, especially for an Alpha, but he carried an air of respect which engulfed him. His voice was deep for his age, which turned heads and demanded to be heard. No one could push Yoongi around, unless he allowed it, of course, which he rarely did.

Taehyung grew to like him after the alpha stopped several upperclassmen from taunting the crying omega one winter day. It was during his sophomore year in high school when the alpha was a senior. It was a silly old day after he had forgotten to take his suppressants due to the overwhelming stress of final exams. His memory grew foggy trying to stuff itself with mathematical formulas and vocabulary words, so much so that it slipped his mind to take his daily pill.

His savory smell swirled heavily in the air, causing the teenage alphas to go wild. They cornered him in minutes, right before homeroom began. They threw out several crude comments just for the hell of it, which made Taehyung's omega shy in itself in fear and embarrassment.

“You smell so good, pretty.” Alpha 1 sniffed closely to Taehyung’s neck, causing the younger to flinch from the proximity.

“Why don’t you give me your number? I'll take good care of you.” Alpha 2, a female alpha, smirked.

With nowhere to go, Taehyung could only stand as they grew closer. “Come on, dont you wanna have fun?” Another random stranger called out to him, making crude noises and flicked their tongue out, similar to a snake.

“No. Get the fuck away from me. I don’t

know

you. Leave me alone!” he quivered as he yelled. His omega cowering in fear, yet he wanted to defend himself one way or another.

No one ever liked being harassed for a natural bodily function, so Taehyung was rightfully upset. He never wanted anyone to see him cry, but being seen as nothing more than a scent, an object, an omega that could be bred, made his blood boil. Hell, it wasn't

his

fault he smelled the way he did. Besides, even if he smelled ripe, it was no ones fucking concern.

“Why aren’t you all in class?”

Yoongi swooped from nowhere, as cliche as it seemed while looking back, to scold the alphas that cornered the nervous omega, lip quivering between his teeth in fear. The man stood in front of him, which allowed him to hide from the piercing gazes that the alphas threw at him.

“Get the fuck to class before I shove the lot of you in a closet for detention,” he practically growled in the same low voice he always used.

Silence.

“Together.”

With that, they scattered with grumbles thrown over their shoulders.

“Always ruining the fucken’ fucl.”

“Goddamn disciplinary committee–”

The alpha let out a disgruntled sigh, rubbing the back of his neck before he turned to look at the omega, clearly nervous from Taehyung's distressed scent surging around him.

“You okay– um?”

“Taehyung.” he mumbled, staring at his shoes and fiddling with his fingers.

“Good to hear. I–” he mumbled, taking a step away from the omega to give him much needed breathing room. “I’m Yoongi. Sorry you had to go through that. Its, uh, rough buddy.” The man was obviously awkward and a bit on edge himself. Fingers curling into tight fists at his side, but Taehyung appreciated his comforting words.

With that, the elder accompanied him to his class, providing Taehyung with a slip to excuse his tardy. Yoongi flashed a small half smile, lifting a hand in goodbye before he left.

The alpha never looked at him like a piece of meat, even if he had the same urges as others. He saw Taehyung as human. That was all he could ever ask for; to be noticed, to be heard, as nothing other than

Taehyung

.

The omegas heart soared since that day forward. He needed to be around the alpha whenever he could. Deemable as nothing but a silly crush, Taehyung understood that the infatuation which flooded his veins was nothing silly. Taehyung truly adored Yoongi and the floor he walked on. Days were spent away where he wished for an opportunity to get closer to the male, to talk to him and let himself be known as Taehyung the artists rather than Taehyung the cowering omega. That day, however, that day never came.

No one could have known about his crush, not even the alpha himself. He had never told anyone. His crush was a secret he thought he would always conceal until his last aching breath. Even if his heart burned as he watched the alpha walk across the stage on his graduation day, clad in his uniform to receive his diploma. Taehyung knew it wasn’t the right time. Nor would there ever be a right time. There was no string of fate that drew them to one another to meet at the back of the school, or in an empty field in their small town. It was nothing like those drama’s or fairy tales they had heard of plentiful times.

Nearly a field apart behind a fence, Taehyung stood as he watched his chance of being Yoongi's omega, his boyfriend, fade into the distance.

It was all a dream. That is until he met Yoongi on orientation day at his university in Seoul several years later

AUGUST 24TH, 2014. COLLEGE FRESHMEN. 3 YEARS LATER.

Taehyung had wanted to move away from the same old faces and dull life that awaited him if he stayed in Daegu. The town was beautiful, but it wasn’t for him. Doing as any other young person would do: he fled to the city.

The omega decided something bigger, something new, would be a great, fresh start for himself. He applied to Seoul University, a public university that offered great support and a fantastic environment for wandering spirits like himself. With gleaming eyes, he screamed at the top of his lungs once he received his acceptance letter. He didn't quite have a plan, but he knew he wanted to work within the arts. Painting, photography, and clothing design were some of his beloved hobbies. Art class and home economics always made him happy, having been the sole reason he didn’t find an excuse to dropout of High School.

His parents tried to convince him to switch to a university closer to home, to stay home to help with his siblings and live with them until he found a suitable mate, but Taehyung did not relent. He was a stubborn man and was adamant in pursuing his dreams, even if no one was there to support him.

“I'm going whether you like it or not,” he yelled during one of their many heated arguments since the revelation of his acceptance letter. “And I'm not going to be apologetic or compliant. You should be happy I’m doing what I want. No one, not even you, is going to hold me back.”

He packed up and left without much hesitance. When he walked onto the bright and lively campus, he was thrown into a world of color. Everyone walked quickly, waiting to get somewhere, anywhere. Residents of Seoul chatted openly with one another, something uncommon back in his countryside home in Daegu where people often stuck to their familiars. Taehyung took deep lungfuls of the air which in a way seemed different to that of back home. Right then and there, he realized his choice was far from a mistake.

It was now home.

The biggest surprise of all was when he walked into the University itself for orientation, only to come face to face with a man slightly smaller than him in stature. A garden like smell flooded his senses as the figure met his gaze with piercing cat eyes that drooped a bit at the corners, leaving Taehyung to gasp.

“Oh.” he dumbly muttered, causing the man,

Yoongi

, to raise a brow.

No longer was his hair styled in a cringy black mohawk for Yoongi had longer, dyed grey hair. Losing the previous baby fat, his figure was replaced with toned, slimmer features that made Taehyung drool. Not that he would ever willingly admit, quickly whipping away at his lips before anyone could notice. The alpha was attractive before but now he was to die for. His jawline was so sharp, Taehyung swore he could cut his finger from a single drag. And

god

his hands had only gotten more attractive; large tender hands replacing the soft fingers that once ruffled his hair.

“I’ll be your guide for today,” the husky voice that was engraved in his memory called to the small group of freshmen. At least that hadn’t changed much. “I hope you come to enjoy your stay at Seoul U. If you have any questions or concerns, please see me. My name is Min Yoongi.”

To his dismay, Yoongi acted as if he didn’t know Taehyung. He didn’t regard Taehyung as anything more than a brand new Freshmen. Yes, he was still kind, but rather robotically as a guide was supposed to be. It was to be expected after a few years of separation, especially since they didn't quite

know

each other at all, but that didn't stop Taehyung from pouting dejectedly as they toured the campus.

After a week, they finally got the chance to meet at a frat party. Thankfully, classes were alright. Taehyung was enrolled in his basic general education classes, which were boring, but it couldn't be helped. Making friends was the hardest part, but Taehyung didn’t really mind. As long as he knew where he stood with himself, that was all that mattered.

The only person Taehyung knew at the University had invited him out. A man named Jinyoung, who so happened to be his roommate that year. Although a bit hesitant, he had agreed. Having wished to have the full college experience under his belt for the mere thrill.

As soon as they had arrived, Taehyung was deserted by his so called friend.

How hilarious.

The party took place where Taehyung was but a stranger, with people he had never seen or heard of before. The Frat that lived in the house, the Tri Alpha’s, had recently inducted some new members, therefore, they had decided to throw a large scale party; alcohol, drugs, sex and the like included. That’s what awaits when enrolled to a large university, he thought.

“Fuck,” he sighed out as he roamed around the house, looking for his own fun since he was so quickly abandoned.

The music was too loud and hurt his head. Alphas were too handsy, and the drinks weren’t even that good. Having seemingly been watered down to conserve as much of the ‘good shit’ as possible. Taehyung couldn't even feel a buzz after having a few drinks. Yet the moment he made his way to the kitchen of the frat house, his heart did a somersault.

Yoongi was there, dressed in grey sweatpants and a baggy bulls basketball shirt, cap on backwards with his own shitty drink in hand. Similarly to any other university upperclassmen; much too exhausted to give a shit.

Yoongi glanced over at him, lip tugged upwards in a small smirk, lifting his head up in a quick jerk as a greeting before going back to talk with his friend as before; a tall man with pretty pink, puckered lips who looked over Yoongi’s head a bit curiously before flashing a small smile.

Taehyung smiled at the men before he swallowed down the frog in his throat as he made his way past them to grab another cheap watered down drink. Having found nothing to do, Taehyung merely watched a group of people as they played beer pong in the kitchen. Smiling and clapping every time someone spilled beer on themselves or did something stupid.

As long as no one hurt themselves or him, Taehyung loved to watch overly drunk people fuck around. It was a free show without an idea of what would happen. Hell, sometimes it was great, sometimes not so much.

Time flew by quickly as he stood and watched. Some beta’s tried offering him the chance to play, but he rejected the offer with a small smile and shake of his head.

There was no way he was getting fucked up without a proper way home. He knew just how dangerous being an unaccompanied omega was in his lifetime.

Before he knew it, while he was too busy droning in on the show, he hadn't noticed a man make his way beside Taehyung. The presence was warm, yet faint and the omega was so focused on the show that he didn’t quite hear the person beginning to speak to him.

“-ey, um, hey, can you hear me?” the man asked with a shout over increasingly loud trap music, bass ringing against the walls.

Taehyung lifted a brow as he turned his head, only to be greeted with the same angelic face he had dreamed of many nights before.

Yoongi

. Yoongi!

“O-oh, sorry. I was, um, enjoying the show.” He quickly stuttered out with a faint smile.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” Yoongi waved him off with his hand, lazy smile still on his face. “Pretty fun to watch, huh.”

“Yeah, definitely.” Taehyung shifted from one leg to the other, suddenly all too interested in his black converse, feeling a familiar blush creep onto his cheek. One he could easily brush off, blaming the beer, but he knew wouldn't exactly work.

“Taehyung right?” Yoongi asked, leaning decently close to him as to not breach his personal space yet enough to be heard.

His head shot upright, nodding a bit too quickly for his liking. “Y-yeah. That's me.”

Yoongi smiled that devastatingly handsome smile of his that rooted Taehyung's feet right to the ground.

“It’s good to see you again. Don’t think I forgot about you that quickly.”

That made his mood sour a tad. “Orientation was a few days ago so, I guess, yeah– I hope your memory continues to function.”

Internally, he cringed at his words, but Yoongi didn’t seem to care, he simply chuckled. He never seemed to care. Not about anyone or anything besides his work, just like himself. Even with his slip up, he still looked at Taehyung as if he was listening and quite intently so.

With a snicker, Yoongi replied, “No, no, we went to school together right?”

“You remember that?” Taehyung lifted a brow in interest. “It was a few years back. In Daegu.”

Yoongi chuckled with a nod. “I thought so. Sorry if this is creepy, but I kinda looked at your bio before orientation. I mean, I looked at all the Freshmen’s bio’s, but when you guys were put into groups, I, uh, sort of, requested you?” He quickly stuttered out, his cool persona falling for a split moment, which made Taehyung relax. “Thought it would be nice to see a familiar face– for the both of us.”

“You're right,” Taehyung mumbled a bit shyly, his gaze turning back to meet the floor for a moment before looking back up to catch Yoongi's eyes ever so intently boring into him. “It’s really nice to see you again,” he admitted, even if it made his heart ache from finally voicing it out.

And so they spent the night talking and reconnecting after all those years. They were never friends before and had no other meeting other than that single instance when Yoongi came to Taehyung's aid, but it felt as if they had known each other for years. It was comfortable between the two even as the room grew hotter and louder with sweating bodies of college students drinking far too much.

Simple topics came easily to them:

“Red or Blue?”

“Mm, Purple.” Taehyung readily answered.

“I like the way you think.”

And, frankly, anything they could think of:

“Okay, okay, real question though. Dogs or cats?’

“How

dare

you hit me with that. You absolute madman.”

“Answer the fucking question,” Yoongi laughed.

“Both. I like dogs more, but both are good.”

The world between them was serene and comfortably silent in between sips of beers and frantic chatter from other parties. No one could come burst their bubble for it was their sanctuary. Just them two even in the world endlessly moving around them.

“Do you remember Mrs. Choi? The P.E. teacher?”

“How could I forget? I hated her,” Yoongi groaned.

“Me too! She made me run two laps around the schools, all because she thought I rolled my eyes at her. I fucking blinked.”

They were unconsciously pressed closer to one another from the constant movements of the sea of bodies. Yoongi had a hand pressed on the wall Taehyung had leaned against, practically caging the younger boy in.

“How you liking it here so far? Classes going well?” The older man questioned having returned from his hunt to find them something to drink rather than watered down alcohol.

“School is school anywhere.” Taehyung shrugged. “It's been okay, can’t complain much. Why'd you choose Seoul U?”

“Why not?” Yoongi chuckled with a lift of his drink. “It’s far enough from home, but similar. I would go overseas if I knew any other language, but I feel like this place is good enough. There's a degree of anonymity, too; I love getting lost in a crown with no one knowing who I am or what I've done in my past. Oh, and financial aids a huge plus.”

Yoongi was now a Junior, Taehyung quickly came to discover. The alpha majored in Management while double minoring in Music Production and Korean– “Easy A,” he said. “Korean is a beautiful language, when you come to think of it. English is alright, but you can’t deny how meaningful and abstract Hangul can morph into.”

It was an odd pair, he also noted, but something that offered security while simultaneously allowed him to maintain his creativity flow.

“I fuck with music hard,” he began to explain. “Fucked with it since I was in middle school. Started off making beats for fun every now and then. Now it's basically my life, but you need a back up plan, yaknow?” He sipped at his beer, “Life can throw hurdles in your direction at any time. I wanna be prepared. For myself, for my mate, for my family. No one’s going to help me other than me. I’ve had to learn that the hard way.”

Alphas always had the urge to protect and provide since it was in their genes; Yoongi was no exception. He always wanted a nice, happy family for himself since he was a young pup. The Mins were known to be a strict yet loving household. They would support their children in what they deemed to be appropriate. When it came to Yoongi's desire to pursue music as a career, however, his father wasn't particularly the biggest fan for it. Objections were made quite clear;

“You think I fed you and your mother solely off a hobby? Nonsense! Get a real job!”

Alpha Min would boast when the topic arose.

“Your omega would

starve

before you ever made it big.”

So Yoongi compromised, even if a bit hesitant.

Yoongi knew he wanted a family of his own. A loving partner that would cherish him as he cherished them. Though rank was not an important matter in his eyes. He loved who he loved; alpha, omega, or beta. All he ever wanted was someone to come home to; who would take care of him as much as he took care of them was all he could ask for.

A life partner.

When Taehyung had stepped foot onto the campus, Yoongi recognized the omega instantly. Albeit a bit taller and slimmer after a few years, having grown and matured into the fine man he was today, Yoongi still recognized his signature scent; intoxicating and overwhelmingly sweet. Not only that, but Taehyung had always been handsome, with a unique face Yoongi could never erase from his memory even if he tried to.

(Which he never did.)

From the little mole on his nose, to the tangy scent he carried. Yoongi remembered the omega clearly. Though the alpha often internally struggled, for he hated being one of

those

alphas that was so infatuated with scents and claims and irrelevant shit like that, so he attempted to ignore the way Taehyung made him feel as much as possible.

Yoongi was a bit shy at first, feeling as if it wasn't his place to talk to the boy or invite him out since they never really associated themselves back in High School. But Yoongi always observed him from a far just as much as Taehyung did to Yoongi. He always noticed the omega eating with a small group of friends he never really got along with. Taehyung’s vibrant boxy smile nearly always on his face even if some days it didn't quite reach his eyes. Yoongi was always there to capture those moments, even if his own friends questioned his relation to the boy whenever his interest spiked at the mere mention of the omega. Having no relation to Taehyung up until that point in time, he had always brushed off his friends teasing.

When he smelled the familiar grapefruit scent in distress all those years ago, he never doubted his need to step in and help the younger boy, even if it wasn't exactly his place. He never wanted to see Omegas as weak or less than Alphas, since he knew Omegas were the backbone of society and greatly respected them. Any time he could help someone like Taehyung, he would surely stick his neck out for them. It was only right.

Now, years later, as stupid as it may sound, Yoongi believed their meeting was destined by fate.

“I get what you mean. About having to fend for yourself, I mean,” Taehyung whispered.

“Mind if I ask why you came all the way out here? The city ain’t a place for us country folk,” Yoongi winked with a slight drawl of his words.

A soft, airy giggle filled the space between them, Taehyung’s eyes crinkled at the corners and his famous boxy smile came to view. The omega shrugged, playful smile on his face. “This country boy wanted something new. I knew there wasn’t anything for me back home, so I came here.” He waved his hands around his general space. “So far, I don’t regret it one bit.”

“And why is that?”

“For one,” he lifted up a finger, “This place is fucking amazing. I’ve never felt more free in my whole life than the past few weeks. Two,” he lifted a second finger, “people here actually consider omega’s feelings and opinions much more than they do back home. It’s so progressive and all that good shit.” Yoongi laughed, gums on display, though he readily agreed.

“Yeah, people can be a little more open minded here. Any other reasons?” he raised a brow, Taehyung growing quiet for a moment. An evident pink blush flushing his cheeks, clearly a bit buzzed.

“Hm…” The omega thought for a moment, pressing his finger tip to his lips as he pondered. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a slow breath before he allowed his hand to fall to his side. Nonchalantly, he took a sip of his beer with  shrug, “The fact you’re here makes it much more bearable, if I say so myself.”

Yoongi’s brows lifted in surprise, yet once the words sunk he could only smile.

Their chest were merely inches apart as they talked with no complaints from either party. Alone in the kitchen as people slowly began to trickle out of the kitchen to dance in the overcrowded living room.

Soon it was just them, yet they stayed close. Yoongi had a very

alpha

smell, Taehyung noted; an earthy scent. Nothing like a typical forest, no, more like a garden. It drove Taehyung practically insane as he attempted to oh so discreetly take slow, long inhales in case the two would never meet again.

He wanted to engrave the smell that called out to him into his memory. Only wishing he could bury his face into the alphas neck to take a nice, long whiff.

How silly, he would think if he were to think back to moments like that.

“Omega’s deserve a better rep than what they have now, that’s for sure.” Yoongi muttered as they eased their way into the topic of omega rights.

“Fuck yeah, they do!” Taehyung readily responded. “We’re seen as prizes and shit, but we can be our own people, too. I don’t need to rely on an Alpha or a Beta to survive. If someone wants to rely on them, so be it. We deserve the right to choose. That’s all we ask for.” The man huffed out, clearly passionate about the topic, not only because he was an omega himself, but because people deserved to be treated as

people

.

“No one should be forced to live a life they never agreed to,” Yoongi added with a nod. “I know I haven’t suffered as much as an omega,

because

of my status. Anyone who tries to say Alpha’s have it worse or to the same extent as omega’s are ignorant, blind, or both.”

With a rush of alcohol flooding his veins, Taehyung grew more confident. “Exactly! If I want to be a housewife, or a labourer, I’ll do it. If I want to be a fucking cumdumster for fucks sakes, no one’s going to stop me!”

With that, Yoongi nearly choked on his beer attempting to conceal his surprise.

Taehyung only squawked out a laugh. “Hell, if Alpha's want to be submissive and fuck the hierarchy, too, so be it.” Taehyung happily continued.

Yoongi bobbed his head, “Fuck the system. Let's start a riot;

Anarchy

.”

“Just us two?”

“Shit, I don't see why not.”

Before long their words fell from their lips, nothing but silence between them as they stared at one another. Waiting for their next move.

Yoongi's leg had moved in between Taehyung's, keeping him in place as long as Taehyung wished. Though, there were no complaints on the omega’s part. For Taehyung urged the older man with his eyes, wanting and waiting for his next move. Slightly leaned forward, his hand rested in the older mans shoulders as casually as he could place it. His slender, nicely manicured fingers played with a strand of Yoongi's hair while he watched him with a little smirk. Taehyung’s eyes flicked to Yoongi’s lips before going back to meet his gaze. Soon he fluttered his eyes to closed as a signal of “okay” once they drew closer before Yoongi pressed his lips against the younger mans.

The world ceased in that moment. The tangy taste of beer evident on the older mans lips, but Taehyung didn't care for he could still taste the garden that was Yoongi.

His arms wrapped around Yoongi's neck, pulling his body flush against his. Mouths perfectly slotted against the others. The sweet kiss only grew hotter the more they held onto the other for dear life. Practically sucking everything the other could offer.

Yoongi pulled back first, puffing out little pants as he tried to catch his breath. His lips were puffy and red, soon tugged up into a smile as he looked at Taehyung with soft eyes. Foreheads soon met between them as they held onto each other tightly wishing to never let go.

“Wow.”

“Wow.”

And they never did.
 
Yoongi convinced the younger man to join him back to his apartment, as the crowd slowly lessened throughout the night. They were both pretty fucked up from drinking, and Yoongi wanted to ensure the omega was sleeping somewhere safe if he couldn't make it back to his dorm.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, I promise. I want you to know that I-I respect you and I would never do anything to risk losing your trust. I know I’m–I’m an alpha, but my housemate is a beta and I’ll sleep in the living room, so you don’t have to worry.” Yoongi quickly explained to him, raising his hands in defense, fearing the younger would think the worst of him for trying to take him home already.

Taehyung, being himself, only lowered his gaze to squint at the man before letting rip a loud laugh. “I know, Yoongi. Don’t worry. I’m not that scared omega in High School anymore. I can take care of myself.”

So they walked back to his apartment hand in hand in the cool Summer night.

His apartment was neat with several pairs of shoes aligned at the entrance. Taehyung loved how simple yet homey it all felt. He could instantly tell what belonged to Yoongi from his scent to his taste of minimalistic items.

“My rooms, uh, this way,” The man awkwardly pointed to a room across from them. Taehyung eagerly following suit, his head beginning to bob with apparent sleepiness.

“You've got blankets and pillows– anything you need. Let me get some pajamas and I'll be out of your hair–” The man was showing where everything was, his back turned to the omega, yet as he turned to face him, Taehyung had already stripped himself of his shirt.

The omega smiled happily at the dumbfounded man as he crawled onto the middle of the single sized bed. He peered at the alpha with doe eyes, head tilted cutely. “Hm? You sure? I don't mind sharing. I don't want to kick you out of your own room.”

Yoongi gulped. “Its fine, it's for the better.”

Taehyung pouted, liquid courage flooding his bloodstream making him cave into his desires. “But I'll be lonely.”

Yoongi waved his hands in front of himself frantically. “I'll be right outside if you need anything.”

Taehyung whined, literally whined as he leaned in to grab Yoongi's hand, pulling him onto the bed fully clothed to keep him from leaving. Yoongi's eyes were wide, staring nervously down at the omega beneath him, who conveniently spread his legs so the older could slot himself between. All Taehyung did was smirk.

Got ‘em.

“Please don’t leave me Yoongi, I've missed you so much,” the omega purred against the man's ear. Delicate fingers carding through the alphas hair sending shivers down his spine.

Sparing a glance down to the alphas grey sweats, one of the omegas hands rested on the man's hip, thumb massaging over the curve as the pants hung loosely on the alphas hips.

He pressed a kiss to Yoongi's cheek, another to the side of his lips as he wrapped his other arm around his neck.

He probably shouldn’t try to sleep with Yoongi, since they did just meet, but Taehyung couldn't help himself. Either he would spend a night with the alpha he had wanted since he was in High School, or he would lose him forever. His thought process was messy and spontaneous, but goddamn it, was he going to do what he wanted.

Yoongi tried his best to not give in since they were both drunk, but he knew he craved Taehyung just as much as the younger man. His alpha called out to the omega, wanting to touch him and kiss him and mark him up any way possible.

“Yoongi,” Taehyung muttered, “Touch me.” Without hesitation, Yoongi finally pressed a kiss to his lips. He dragged his fingertips over the mans tanned skin as the younger fiddled with his pants before pushing them down past his knees.
His scent quickly wafted through the room, strong and thick from the slick that spilled from Taehyung's cunt. The omega chuckled as he glanced down again, taking notice of the evident dent in Yoongi's sweats. Taehyung quickly spread his legs, shamelessly presenting himself for Yoongi to see. His pussy was pink and puffy, hairless with a hint of glistening slick between his lips catching the alpha’s eager attention.
Yoongi groaned, his breathing growing shallower from the scent wafting through the air once the younger used his hands to spread himself for his view.

“I've been told I smell good, especially here,” Taehyung mumbled, licking his lips as he waiting for the older man's response. “Do you think I smell good?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi croaked, eyes shutting tightly as he took a deep inhale. “The best, Taehyung.”

A glint traveled through Taehyung’s eyes, the man growing bold as he began to palm at the growing bulge in Yoongi’s sweats. The man groaned from the occasional squeeze, cock pulsing in his briefs as it grew harder. Taehyung worked magic over the aching alpha, he tugged his pants down to reveal his boxers then tugged at those as well.

Yoongi was just as any other alpha; well endowed, with a heavy and thick cock in Taehyung’s hand, head blushing pink with little beads of precum bulbing at the tip.

The omega pulled the man closer, pressing his cock against himself. His hips naturally rutting against the muscle. Slick soon coated Yoongi’s cock as they grinded, moans and kisses exchanged between the two.

“Please,

please

,” Taehyung begged in between kisses for nothing in particular. He spread his legs as far as be could, pressing at the small of Yoongi’s back to keep him tightly pressed against himself.

The warmth from between Taehyung’s legs ran through Yoongi’s core sending shivers to his spine.

“Use your words, Tae,” he said with a low voice that went straight to Taehyung’s pussy.

“Hurry up and fuck me already.” Taehyung whined, sneaking a hand in between themselves to play with Yoongi’s balls before wrapping his fingers around his shaft, probing Yoongi against himself. A low, steady breath fell from Yoongi’s lips from the mere contact with Taehyung, his hand working him so nicely against his wet hole, yet he stopped himself from going any further.

“Fuck. We can’t. I don't have any condoms,” Yoongi groaned, pulling his hips slightly off to hover over the younger.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, jerking up his hips to rub his pussy against Yoongi’s cock once more. “I'm taking birth control, silly. I wouldn't let you raw me otherwise, no matter how good you smell.” The omega chuckled. “So, will you get on with it?”

Within a matter of a seconds, Yoongi was atop him once more. Body flush against his as he grinded and rut his hips against Taehyung, his hand pinching the youngers nipple to erectness before flicking it back and forth. The omega preened and whined, body growing hotter.

Yoongi wasted no time in dipping between Taehyung’s cunt, wetting his fingers with enough slick to use to coat his aching cock. He took himself in his hand, pumping at his cock before aligning himself against his hole. Taehyung squeaked at the sudden pressure against him, for he had never been with an alpha before.

“Go– Go easy. I haven’t, uh, been with an alpha before,” he confessed, suddenly feeling shy under Yoongi’s gaze.

“Is this your first, Tae?”

Tae

, he had called him. That was a first. Taehyung, though, shook his head as he swayed his hips. “No, I guess? Technically? I’ve been with… another omega, but that’s it.”

Truth be told, he was far too worried about an alpha growing aggressive with him during sex so he had avoided them altogether. That’s why the person who had claimed his virginity was none other than an omega like himself. Even if it was in his Senior year of High School, messy in his friends room with fingers and a couple of toys. It still counted.

“...Just, go slow, please. Be gentle.” He whispered, his fingers drawing circles over Yoongi’s hip bone.

With a nod, Yoongi ever so slowly began to sink into the younger’s willing cunt. He took his time, knowing to what extent Taehyung was unprepared. He grit his teeth, pressing his forehead against Taehyung’s chest as to remember to pause every so often to ensure the younger was not hurt. It was hard for Yoongi, having a pliant omega underneath him so willing and greedy, happily taking Yoongi’s cock with ease, slick making the slide easy. While Taehyung had never experienced sex with an alpha, his body clearly craved it with the amount of slick that gushed from him. His pussy hungrily took Yoongi in until he was situated to the hilt within the younger. Taehyung let out a low, breathy moan against Yoongi’s ear, clawing at his back and wrapping his legs around his back to keep him pressed against his chest.

The younger mumbled out garbled nonsense, clearly blissed out from the mere penetration. Yoongi could practically hear Taehyung’s heart racing in his ribcage. With a sense of pride, Yoongi smirked and pressed a wet kiss to Taehyung’s lips.

The omega was heating up fast, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “G-God…” he stuttered, “You feel so good, I– I’m so full.”

They took it slow, with Yoongi rocking his hips against Taehyung’s. Little squelches and squeaks from the mattress rang in their ears while they set a rhythm. Taehyung was stiff at first, a little nervous and inexperienced, yet as time went by he loosened up tremendously.

“Faster. Go faster. You won’t break me Yoongi.”

Yoongi hammered into the younger man once he was well adjusted and was given the okay. Taehyung greedily taking everything Yoongi gave him. Garbled moans echoed over the room. Yoongi would definitely hear a complaint from his roommate in the morning. Taehyung was a loud person as is, but while he was getting fucked to heaven and adding in the groans of the shitty mattress Yoongi had beneath them, they were making hell of a lot of noise. As he was balls deep inside the needy omega, Yoongi could honestly care less.

Taehyung came with a cry not long after. Tears brimmed his eyes and rolled down his cheeks against the tear stained pillow. Yoongi hastily pulled out, fisting his cock in his hand before he unintentionally knotted Taehyung, something which would clearly freak out the younger man. He harshly bit his lower lip to prevent his own moans from spilling before he finally came aimed atop Taehyung’s pretty pink cunt.

“Fuck, Tae, that was good.”

“Mpff,” Taehyung murmured, purring into the pillow as he slowly slumped against the mattress, curled like a tired kitten. “‘Sgood.” he let out a little giggle. He pulled Yoongi against himself to a passionate kiss before he could run off to find something to wipe them down with, ignoring the sticky mess running between his thighs.

Sighing into the kiss finally relieved and content, the pair heard banging against the wall next to them causing them to jump.

“Shut the fuck up! its 5am you horny fuckwads!”

The two couldn't help but laugh loudly, quite shameful from being heard. Though that didn’t stop them from going for round two, then three, and so on. Until their bodies were tired out and covered with all sorts of bodily fluids, as gross as it seemed. Each one of the men feared slumber for neither knew if they’d wake to an empty bed, left to face loneliness and the possibility of never seeing one another ever again. So, Yoongi pushed himself back into Taehyung’s heat. Rocking his hips at a slow pace, carefully fucking the sweet omega under him with less fever than the first time. The man would rub the little nub of the omegas cunt, palming him until he reached another orgasm. Repeating that action over and over until Taehyung was a mess beneath him; over stimulated and fucked out.

In between sessions, they would rest next to each other. Both panting messes as they allowed their breathing to plateau into steady breaths. Yoongi would hold Taehyung close, murmuring sweet words of adoration, promising to keep him warm and full and well taken care of as long as Taehyung would have him.

“You look so beautiful under me, babe. So, so pretty. I’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you.” And, “God, you make me feel so good. Not just from the sex, but– Fuck, you’re so amazing, Taehyung.”

Yoongi always ensured Taehyung was okay, always asked for consent and ensured he was comfortable with him, even while he was folded and pressed into the mattress to be promptly fucked until he could not remember his name.

“Do you like it?”

“Mhm.”

“Make sure to tell me if you’re uncomfortable. Even if I’m balls deep, I’ll stop. Tell me, okay baby?”

Taehyung smiled and wacked at the man’s chest, making him huff. “I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll let you know.”

After one of their rounds, Taehyung whined about his back hurting, so Yoongi pulled the Omega onto his lap while in a sitting position. Taehyung draped his arms around his shoulders as he eased himself down on Yoongi’s cock. The position causing for a deeper push, making Taehyung squeak and bite his lips at the new angle pressing right against his sweet spot. Yoongi played with his clit, making him squirm, he panted cute little moans and hiccups. He threw his head back, grinding his hips down. Neck fully on display for the alpha. Taehyung’s hair tickled his back, allowing the alpha free reign over his neck in submission as risky as it was.

If Yoongi had no self control, Taehyung would’ve been bitten and claimed right on the spot. Instead, Yoongi pressed kisses and hickeys and bites over his collarbones. He couldn’t sink his teeth into the sweet juncture of his neck, but he could suck a particularly large hickey over where a mating claim would lay.

A particular loud scream fell from Taehyung as Yoongi grazed his teeth over the skin, so, so tempted to bite down, but he did not.

Rather, once he was pleased with the size of the hickey, he proceeded to rub his fingers faster against the youngers clit, making him shiver and preen and squirm on his cock until he came. A particularly wet squirt coming from the younger from his high, wetting Yoongi's stomach and lap and drenching the sheets underneath them. Yoongi's poor bed sheets had never seen so much cum and spit and fluids more than in that night.

When Taehyung had grown too lazy to climb atop Yoongi, the alpha situated himself between the youngers legs. He happily lapped at the cum between Taehyung's thighs, hands carefully spread his pussy to kiss his clit before he went to town. There, he easily made Taehyung cum once more as he ate him out. The omega nearly choked him as he pressed his thighs together, hands running through Yoongi’s gray hair as he moaned and called out his name. “Fuck, fuck, keep doing that baby. That’s so, ah, good.”

“Tae– Taehyung, I can’t do it if you’re choking me,” Yoongi pressed his hands on the younger’s thighs as he tried to pull away for air.

Once he finally finished, Taehyung was a giggling mess, high off one of his many orgasms of that night. He pulled Yoongi up to kiss his lips, licking at a bit of cum that was at the side of Yoongi’s lips. “You missed a little,” he teased before using his tongue to press it inside Yoongi’s mouth. Tongues rolled over one another as they tilted their heads to deepen the already heated kiss.

The pair finally dozed off in each other's arms as specks of sunlight finally began to appear through Yoongi’s window. Yoongi's rough hands soothingly rubbed circles into Taehyung's back, lulling the omega to a sweet sleep while he nuzzled into the man's neck. Taehyung had positioned himself right beside Yoongi’s scent gland, licking a fat stripe over the area which made Yoongi shiver before he nuzzled close. Puffing out deep breaths until they were overtaken by slumber.

When Taehyung awoke, he was surrounded by warm arms. A tingling feeling on his hip as Yoongi's finger tips glided over his skin making little goosebumps appear.

When he looked up, he was greeted with the sun beaming down at him, Yoongi smiled at Taehyung before he leaned in to kiss his lips.

He had stayed by him.

They laid in silence for a few moments, staring at each other with fondness as the reality of last night's events sank in.

They had sex, yes, but what came after was a mystery. Would they date? Would they stay as nothing more than a booty call? Friends with benefits? Friends

at all

?

Yoongi nor Taehyung made an effort to move. Merely wrapped in each others arms, limbs tangled underneath the covers. Lips soon found skin, kisses littering everything they could reach. The white sheets covered them from the cool air conditioning. Yoongi would have to dispose of them later, since they were unsalvageable, but in that moment that provided their own little world. The pair would giggle and laugh while they played with each other. Like children they tickled and poked at the other’s sides, making each other whine and nip at the other’s fingers until one was atop the other, the sheets floating above them as they shimmied and screamed trying to get away from the other. Yoongi quickly pressed his whole weight atop Taehyung’s squirming figure before he could get too far. There, Yoongi finally gazed into Taehyung’s welcoming dark brown eyes, feeling himself sink into the depths of the warm color, similar to that of a sturdy grapefruit tree. As brown as the soil that sprouted bountiful flowers and grapefruit in Yoongi’s garden where they belonged. Yoongi cupped the younger’s cheeks once he stopped laughing and rested into a smile where he leaned in to kiss him so sweetly the younger would melt against his lips, morphing into one once more.

When Taehyung moaned into the innocent pecks, the scent of slick filled the air once more, Yoongi wasted no time in sliding in between the omegas legs, already hard himself. His cock buried snuggly inside the whiny omegas already wet cunt. Foreheads pressed together, Yoongi raised Taehyung's dainty hips as he slowly fucked into the younger man. Never leaving his eyes, only shutting them to kiss the younger sweetly, hand coming to cup his cheek as they came.

Yoongi didn’t bother pulling out the last time, for Taehyung begged him to stay. “Please, don’t,” he breathed against Yoongi’s neck right as he was about to pull out. “Knot me, please. Yoongi– A-Alpha, stay.” Doing as the omega wish, Yoongi only pushed in deeper, allowing his knot to form, locking them in place. The knot pulsated pumps of cum into the omega with ease causing Taehyung to lean and writhe against the bed, back arching prettily, each time a surge filled him to the brim.

Yoongi’s arms crowded Taehyung’s head as they waited out the knot. They spent a majority of the morning talking again. Instead of sleepy kisses and mumbles of nonsense, they exchanged morning breath laced kisses, more aware of what they had done and filled with no regrets.

Yoongi’s finger fit so perfectly against Taehyung’s, squeezing them with a smile as they talked about anything and everything, though nothing about what the two

were

after the events of that night. No, they wanted to live without that confrontation for quite some time. All the two knew was that they were stuck together from that moment onwards, because they would only crave more and more.

Yoongi and Taehyung would never leave each other’s side.
 
Yoongi dressed Taehyung in his oversized clothing, a large comfortable hoodie that hung off his neck along with some sweats, to mask the younger with his garden scent.

(As if he wasn't already drenched in the older man's scent after the amount of cum that dripped from between the omegas legs once Yoongi's knot deflated.)

Taehyung happily indulged the older man, having dreamt of similar scenarios since High School. The omegas cheeks were tinted pink as Yoongi walked him out of the room, his roommate waiting in the living room as if it were an intervention.

“You two have fun?” the man Yoongi was talking to at the party last night sat on the couch, a cup of tea in hand and smirk in place. Dark bags were underneath his eyes from a clear lack of sleep. Taehyung recognized his voice to be the one from last night and his blush only grew stronger.

Their eyes grew wide, cheeks burning with shame from being caught as they hurriedly walked out. Yoongi walked the younger to his dorm room across campus, arm wrapped around his waist for the world to see. From the ruffled, messy bed head to the bruises and swollen lips and hickeys littered on each other’s necks, it was clear as day what the two had done to those that crossed their path. Though, with each other by their side, the two could care less.

Taehyung and Yoongi kept meeting after that night, having exchanged contact details and sweet kisses in front of Taehyung’s door. The two feared things would be awkward between them, rather it turned out to be the opposite. They had only grown more open, more trusting of the other, and actively seeked the other out. Every night was filled with random messages which entailed the details of their days; be it their moods, the shitty thing their professor did in class that day, what they ate, the huge ass spider Taehyung saw the other day and how he had to drown it with his paint water, or the piece of music Yoongi had finally completed composing.

They never really paid much mind to the time whenever they talked to one another. Messages turned to phone calls, which in turn morphed into study session to movie “dates” and official date “dates” after months of unconscious courting.

Word spread around the large campus rather quickly to their surprise. Neither were very popular, however, Yoongi was known for his work with music so they assumed it was from that. He performed at school events every now and then, but he never considered himself to be big. Why anyone was interested in their relationship, the two would never understand. Even on a large campus, people craved meager gossip.

“They're together? Damn. That's fast.”

“Isn’t the omega a Freshmen?”

“From the art department, too!”

“I saw them practically fucking in the kitchen of the Tri Alpha house.”

“He’s a cutie. Wonder how a grump like Yoongi got him.”

“I’ve, like, literally never seen that dude smile. Let alone hear about him

fuck

someone.”

“I coulda swore the alpha was a virgin.”

“Must be an easy omega if they fucked that quick.”

“Did you see his

neck

? Yoongi sure as hell wrecked him. Surprised he didn’t mate him on the spot.”

“Never mind his neck, did you smell him? He couldn’t get the smell of cum off himself even if he scrubbed for

days

.”

“Hey, maybe I can get a piece of that if someone like

Yoongi

could.”

Yoongi's blood would boil whenever he heard Taehyung's name come from anyone's mouth. Even if the mere thought of Taehyung crossed someone’s mind, he was surely ready to fight. Taehyung would never allow him to seek out trouble, of course, so Yoongi resorted to ridding his stress through music, or rather, disses.

Whenever they walked through the campus, Yoongi ensured Taehyung was under his arm, scented and littered with kisses. He walked him to and from classes, sitting together for lunch, as well as the time in between their classes and extracurricular activities. When Yoongi wasn't working, he was by Taehyung’s side. Hell, he even joined art club for the omega. Admittedly Yoongi had little to no physical artistic talent, be it for painting or drawing, all his talent went into writing raps and making beats, occasionally dabbing in photography. All to spend time with the man he grew to adore, to protect and hold dearly to his heart– Taehyung –while simultaneously staking his claim on the younger for others to see.

The pair would also spend a good amount of time together in Taehyung's or Yoongi's room. It would start off as innocent cuddling before their hormones would get the best of them. One thing lead to another until Yoongi was buried to the hilt in the other. Lewd sounds came from the wetness between Taehyung's legs and from their mouths. It wasn't long, however, until Taehyung's roommate walked in on them one day underneath the blankets. The pair panted and neared their orgasms until going still once they noticed his presence. The room grew to a chilling silence, the pair wide eyed as they stared Jinyoung down until the man grabbed his things and slammed the door on his way out.

They would laugh themselves to death afterwards, giving up on finishing and finding the event too funny to continue. Having been an immediate boner killer.

“Guess that's what he gets for leaving me at a frat party.” Taehyung would chuckle as Yoongi pulled out. Pressing a wet kiss to his lips.

One thing that was evidently noticeable was Yoongi’s keen interest in the youngers neck. For the alpha never seemed to separate himself for long from Taehyung's neck; nipping and sucking at the exposed flesh until their scents were mixed together, little pink bruises blossoming in different spots. No one dared say a word when the two were in the back of the library, where Yoongi sucked hickeys into Taehyung's neck, right above his scent gland, as he clung onto the alphas shirt. Mouth parted in a silent moan, eyes shut tight and brows furrowed, toes curling from the display of affection.

Yoongi hated how

possessive

he had become when it came to Taehyung. For he had never before broken his cool, not for anyone. No matter how much space he attempted to put between himself and the omega, something always pulled him to the younger. A knot in his core screamed and stretched until the two were forced to each other's side, almost like gravity.

Taehyung was the Earth and Yoongi was the Moon that revolved around him.

The campus came to know that fucking with Taehyung meant fucking with Yoongi, and Yoongi was adamant in letting everyone know

not

to fuck with him or face the consequences.

He wasn't a very self conscious man, Yoongi only wanted to ensure Taehyung was safe and no one got any ideas. Taehyung would only blush and gladly accept whatever affection Yoongi gave him after years of wanting the alpha by his side.

However, the alpha did understand that Taehyung was capable of defending himself. For he was his own person and nothing like the stereotypical omega.

With Yoongi came Yoongi's friends. His roommate and music associates; Seokjin, a beta, the roommate who Taehyung came to know as the man at the party and the voice of the wall; Hoseok, an alpha and former roommate #2, Yoongi's best friend who had recently moved out and dance major with a hint of rapper mixed into the picture; and Namjoon, an omega as well as Hoseok's mate, another of Yoongi's friend and fellow music enthusiast.

“Aww, look at the love birds,” Seokjin coo’d at the pair as the group of friends came across them in the library.

“Fuck off, Jin.” Yoongi grumbled, too busy hiding his face in Taehyung’s neck.

With a gasp, Seokjin huffed, kicking at Yoongi’s chair before he sat down alongside the others.

“The disrespect, honestly. Little ‘ol me doesn’t deserve this. You make my heart ache, Yoongi. After raising you for so long, after giving you my all–”

“Hi,” a tall man with tanned skin, who Taehyung came to know as Namjoon, waved shyly. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Ignore him. He’s always like that,” the other man with a heart shaped smile, presumably Hoseok, said as he jutted his thumb in Seokjin’s direction. “But It’s nice to meet you! We see you’ve already become quite acquainted to our little Yoongi bear.”

Yoongi lifted his head to glare at the man for a moment before burying his face again.

“Oh, they’re way passed acquaintances,” Seokjin whistled, earning a few rough

sh

’s from Yoongi and a few of the other library goers. “Don’t

shush

me! You know I’m right.”

”Well, whatever happened, we’re glad to have you around,” Namjoon flashed a dimpled smile before pulling out a few books with the rest following suit.

With Yoongi came the influx of love and affection Taehyung never knew he was missing. His friends back at home had nothing on his

real

friends in Seoul. Adding Taehyung to their small group was the greatest decision they could have ever made. Yoongi didn't plan on finding the younger at a party, taking him home and potentially becoming something

else

, nor did he expect the omega to want him just as much as he wanted the younger man.

Taehyung discovered a deeper part of himself that he had only considered to be a dream. He had friends and… whatever Yoongi and he were.

They would all have lunch together most afternoons. Tucked under Yoongi’s warm presence. He grew to cherish his new friends, finding comfort in their presence and feeling as if he finally found the people who understood him, who didn’t see him as a pawn or someone they could potentially bed.

Yoongi, Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon heard his once trembling voice and wanted his presence besides them in a world he once thought saw him as a mere side character.

Whenever they saw him around campus, with or without Yoongi, they would always talk to him casually. Be it about the day or his classes, they always made him feel welcomed.

Apparently, Taehyung was even enrolled in some classes alongside Namjoon.

“Oh! Hey!” Namjoon once waved at him during their Poetry class. “I didn’t know you were in here. If you ever need help or want to do some group work together, let me know.”

Namjoon was an outspoken Omega quite like himself. He majored in Engineering, a primarily Alpha dominated field. And practically ruled the department with his excellent grades and distinct reputation amongst professors. He was an intelligent man, readily supplied with vast knowledge from his favorite topics such as politics, economics, and philosophy, among other things. Alongside that, he minored in Omega and Gender studies.

He allowed his opinions to be heard by all, regardless if they agreed with him or not. The omega made one feel as if whatever they said mattered greatly to him. He would go quiet as he spoke, he would intake everything one where to say before he spoke.

Even with his many skills and vast knowledge, Namjoon was a shy person. Once spoken to, he was very open, however, years of taunts and insults chipped away at his self esteem. He was an omega, so he was supposed to be quiet. He was an omega, so he was supposed to submit.

Namjoon knew there was more to the hierarchy yet no one paid him much mind. His ideas were stolen by others, Betas and Alphas alike, for their own gain. He succumbed to darkness plentiful times, seeing no reason to continue because no matter how much he pushed for change it always seemed as if change pushed back.

That is, until he met his mate; Hoseok.

Namjoon was from Ilsan while Hoseok was from Gwanju. The pair had met Freshmen year in their Composition class where they were placed in the same group for an assignment. Namjoon was still very reserved then, sagging into himself most of the time, but when Hoseok befriended him it wasn’t long before Hoseok saw the real Namjoon bloom.

He witnessed how the omega’s eyes would sparkle with deep interest when it came to understanding others, himself, and the environment around them; past or present. Hoseok adored the little dimples that would appear on Namjoon’s cheeks whenever he got the younger to laugh at a dimwitted joke he spewed between study sessions.

Whenever Namjoon was in distress, Hoseok was there to lend him a shoulder to cry on, or his scent to keep others away,

“We just met, but I don’t mind scent marking you. I’ve noticed how they look at you. You shouldn’t have to deal with that; no one should.”

Namjoon told Taehyung all that Hoseok used to do for him, even before they grew interested in one another. For Hoseok was always a sweet heart, to anyone, even if they didn’t deserve it.

While he was grateful for his friend, he hated that Hoseok had to do such a thing for him to feel safe.

“The hierarchy is flawed. No one should have their destiny predetermined by the chemicals in their DNA.”

Namjoon sighed as he cowered. He took a second to think before he arched his neck, allowing Hoseok the chance to graze his nose alongside his skin.

Hoseok, although an alpha, agreed with all that Namjoon preached. He listened to the omega, lending an ear whenever he grew frustrated or down.

“I hate who I am. I hate having this body and– and this

title

engraved into who I am, telling me what I can and cannot do. Determining my worth all because I smell a little sweeter and can have pups.”

The younger would whine nearly in tears in his dorm room with Hoseok.

“Your title shows how anyone, Omega, Beta, or Alpha, could surpass the barriers laid in front of them. You’re amazing, Namjoon. No one could ever hurt you, so you shouldn’t either. I don’t hate you, for what it’s worth.”

It didn’t take them long to fall for one another. For better or worse, they always gravitated towards the other. When the two decided to mate a year after they met, no one was surprised. Although barely Sophomore’s themselves, they were like an elderly couple.

When one were to glance at the couple, they would be quick to assume that Namjoon was an alpha with his stature and build, meanwhile Hoseok could pass as a beta. However, Hoseok was a rather proud and loud Alpha. He was similar to Yoongi in ideals, meanwhile he was much more open and readable.

He welcomed all, different or alike.

Hoseok was a sunbeam that would melt the rigidest of walls. Namjoon was a lucky Omega to have found such a sincere and kind hearted Alpha. Though Hoseok was just as lucky to have found a man like Namjoon, so readily available to serve Hoseok’s needs when he was down and began to lose himself to the dark cloud that occasionally threatened a warm summer's day.

That's what Hoseok smelled like to Taehyung; Summer. Meanwhile Namjoon was very floral; scent of sunflower’s and lemonade. They loved each other with every single beat of their heart’s. It was sickenly sweet, yet it was the kind of love everyone wished they would find.

Then there was Yoongi's doomed roommate; Seokjin.

Since the first night Taehyung had spent in Yoongi and Seokjin’s apartment, the omega couldn’t bare look at the beta in the eyes. For he was too ashamed, knowing how loud and obnoxious they were.

“What if he hates me?” he cried in distress to Yoongi, who promptly rolled his eyes.

“He doesn’t hate you. He wants us to give him a heads up if we do that again, but he doesn’t hate you.”

The two came to know each other after Taehyung came by another time, this time solely to chill with Yoongi as to spare Seokjin another horror filled night.

Though the couple in question had lessened their heated nights with time to a bare minimum. For they had realized they had nothing to lose, the other would not disappear on them or leave them in the dust, needy and alone, to which Seokjin gratefully thanked the God’s.

Seokjin was in fact a beta who often smelled like a crisp new book, which was one of the more unique scents Taehyung had ever come across. What was interesting about Seokjin, which he would proudly exclaim to all those who would listen, was that he was asexual. The beta felt no sexual attraction to anyone; not alphas, betas, or omegas.

He felt love and emotional attachments, for he wasn't a robot, he simply did not care for sex or any physical intimacy besides hugs. He was a cuddler, a hugger, a hand holder, and an over all grown child who craved attention. He simply didn’t like sex, kissing, nor did he tolerate anything sexual. It kind of creeped him out.

“With this kind of face why should I worry about getting laid?” Seokjin scoffed. “I don’t need that. It’s gross. You get all sweaty and hot when you could chill and eat something instead. Now

that

's what I call a good night.”

No matter how unconventional they were seen to be, they were Taehyung’s loved ones.
It was the middle of the semester, and they were supposed to be studying, but their hands never kept away from each other.
Whenever Yoongi was adamant about studying for his major classes and Taehyung was bored, the omega would climb on his lap. He was a distraction, yes, but he wanted to touch Yoongi in one way or another.

When Taehyung wore a skirt to one of their study dates, Yoongi could barely keep his hands to himself. Of course the omega had a wide taste in clothing, for he was an artistic person with a keen eye in fashion. He wore what he wanted even if others gave him looks.

Taehyung had completed all of his assignments earlier that week, so he was left with nothing to do. He still wanted to be with Yoongi, so he was on his lap, chest against chest, his arms thrown around the man's shoulders and chin hooked over his shoulder as he played a game on his phone.

Yoongi was going to lose it. He could feel the press of the panties Taehyung wore underneath the skirt against his groin. Though he was clothed himself, the familiar heat that came from the youngers pussy was ever evident, allowing his mind to travel to less than appropriate thoughts while they were at the back of the library.

The alpha bit his lip as the younger jumped after a particularly frustrating game of cart racing on his phone.

“They cheated. I'm so pissed,” Taehyung pouted, pressing his cheek against Yoongi's shoulder, nipping at the mans collarbones for the hell of it. “This game is rigged and I'm suing the company.”

He tried his best to conceal his groans with a bite to his lip, but the more Taehyung squirmed and jumped on his half hard cock the more Yoongi could feel himself losing it.

“Tae– Tae baby I need you to stay still.”

“But why? They cheated. This is horse shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know baby. I hope their phones burn,” he mumbled as he gripped at the boys hip, “but you're on my dick.” He croaked as realization flashed across Taehyung's face, a sly smirk soon replacing the shocked look.

“Really now.” he grinned, fingers resting on Yoongi's shoulders again as he gave a teasing jerk of his hips. “We’re in public. What a

shame

. If only we could play.”

Taehyung smirked, pushing his pussy down over Yoongi's aching cock. A light wetness now coating the bottom of his panties from the sight of Yoongi's fists curling onto a white fist gripped around his pencil.

“Tae, I swear to god.”

“Swear to god what Yoongi?” Taehyung teased, nipping at his ear.

The alpha bit his lip as Taehyung circled his hips.

That was it. Taking a steady breath, Yoongi quickly glanced around their surrounding area at the back of the library; No one was around.

Feeling brave, he lifted the younger mans skirt enough to sneak his hand underneath, tugging the panties to the side to press a finger to the youngers clit. Nonchalantly, he continued to write down random notes with his free hand. Then he pressed another finger circling his hole, gently prodding at the wetness.

The omega purred, digging his nails into Yoongi's back. He nuzzled at the Alphas neck, pressing a wet kiss over the juncture of his neck as Yoongi carefully began to finger him, easing a finger in and out before adding a second.

Taehyung played with his belt until it came loose, tugged his zipper down to pull out his cock already hard and heavy in his hand. He gave it a few tentative pumps with a little mewl. He worked his hand up and down, pumping at the shaft, then palmed at the tip with his other hand.

It wasn’t long before Yoongi slapped his hands way, he pushed his pink panties to the side as he took his cock and aligned himself against his hole. He pushed himself into the younger, legs spread wide apart on the chair ready to be taken. Taehyung's eyes had rolled to the back of his skull, head thrown back as Yoongi eased him down by the hips and bottomed out. Taehyung released shallow breaths through his nose as he adjusted to the fullness.

He gave another scan across the area, thankfully hidden by the tall shelves filled with vast amount of books. Planting his feet on the ground, Yoongi pushed upwards, circling his hips to bury himself deep into the younger man before he slowly pulled out only to jerk back in which made Taehyung’s breath hitch. God, he wanted more, more, more–

All too soon, Yoongi lifted him up again so that he was facing the table, his back pressed against Yoongi's chest.

“If you move even a fraction, I won't touch you for a week. Got that baby boy?” Yoongi whispered against his ear, his hand firmly placed on Taehyung's hip to keep him in place.

Disgruntled, Taehyung nodded without much of a choice.

The omega was content with having Yoongi's thick cock fill his insides snuggly, but the boy wanted more. He wanted Yoongi to push his face into the table and fuck him until he was sore. Alas, school assignments were a thing and so was public indecency.

The alpha would occasionally tease Taehyung by bucking his hips forward, pushing into the familiar sweet spot of his causing his toes to curl.

Yoongi was so going to pay.

When their friends came to join them at the table, they both froze for a moment. Yet, knowing Taehyung’s familiar antics, none of them questioned why the younger occupied Yoongi's lap.

Their friends happily greeted them, soon taking their seats as they began to study.

“Math is a sin and I hate whoever created it.”

“We need math to survive, Seokjin,” Namjoon offhandedly stated, busy with an essay.

“Do you think I want to survive? No. Life is a joke and I want out.”

“Oh my god, please, shut up before I shove the book down your throat,” Hoseok mumbled as he himself had a particularly hard time with Statistics.

The two were offly quiet, their friends noticed. Taehyung fiddled with his fingers, occasionally distracting himself with his phone all the while Yoongi rubbed circles into his hip.

When Hoseok offered the group some cookies, Taehyung smirked. Now was his chance for payback. He lifted himself up ever so slightly off Yoongi's cock, a little squelch coming from his wet pussy, low enough for only Yoongi to hear. He reached over to grab the cookie, only to clench around Yoongi's cock as he quickly sat back down. Yoongi went stiff behind him, a particularly stifled breath right beside his ear as Yoongi's grasp on Taehyung's hip bruised into his skin as the man came deep into the boy, filling him up completely with his warm cum.

Taehyung smiled as he pressed down on his lap, as he greedily took everything Yoongi gave him while he ate the cookie. The scent of cum quickly wafted through the library forcing their study session to come to an end. Taehyung was hoping no one would notice for a bit, however, it was Namjoon that sniffed first. His pencil stopped, lifting his head, eyebrow raised in confusion as he took a few tentative sniffs. Then the omega ran a deep red, realisation sinking in. He buried his face in his hands, Hoseok soon followed and pinched at his forehead then heaved a deep sigh.

Seokjin stilled, his eyes squinted before he groaned out in disgust; face pinched and nose scrunched up.

“

Really?

You defiled the library of all places? Heathens.”

Yoongi and Taehyung could only burn red.

Taehyung had a raging sex drive. They all knew that. As a result, so did Yoongi for he could never truly say no to his needy omega. Whenever Taehyung crawled between Yoongi’s legs while he was sat at his desk, busy mixing music for his mixtape or for beat request for friends and associates, the elder had no other choice but to allow Taehyung to suck him off. Taehyung was amazing after practicing on Yoongi multiple times. Always asked if Yoongi liked or disliked new tricks with his tongue or hands, to which Yoongi happily obliged.

Taehyung, however, was also a knotslut. Right when Yoongi would be ready to cum, groans filled the mixing room and hands tugged harshly at Taehyung’s hair, if the alpha seemed like he was going to pop a knot, the man would pull away from Yoongi’s cock. He then quickly pulled down his pants and panties, pussy already wet and ready to sink down on Yoongi’s cock. Then he’d clench hungrily around him, bouncing on top of the alpha until he came, knot holding them together for a few hours. The omega would be filled and content, a little bump formed at his front, leaving him happily sated. Taehyung would slump with his back against Yoongi’s chest, eyes fluttered to a close as he dozed off, allowing the alpha to continue his work for once.
 
They finally became an ‘official’ couple on an average day, May 15th, right after Taehyung's finals.

They were bored and decided to go out to eat at a regular Chinese place. When asked if they were together, they glanced at one another and really pondered that. Without much hesitation, they both readily replied with a strong,

“Yes, yes we are.”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

MAY 5TH 2016. 1 YEAR LATER SOPHOMORE YEAR
Seeing Yoongi graduate a year later was bittersweet. This time, Taehyung was not behind a fence. He was in a velvet seat cheering his boyfriend's name with Hoseok and Namjoon situation right beside him. They watched as Yoongi received his diploma with a gummy smile and a wave. Taehyung ignored any looks he received as he loudly cheered and whooped for his boyfriend.“That’s my baby! Whoo!” He would screech with his hands cupped around the sides of his mouth, emphasizing his chants.It wasn’t only Yoongi graduating, as Seokjin had also completed his education, sitting closely alongside the alpha with his head held high. Occasionally, the beta would throw kisses across the crowds. As he walked across the stage, everyone was attacked with an array of hand kisses blow in their general direction. The friends had come together after the ceremony to take a great amount of pictures. Some professional, while others were more silly and sentimental.There were some tears exchanged while they hugged the two graduates. Their friends were all proud of them for having completed their Bachelors and off to the world.Again Taehyung was back to school without Yoongi, now he could at least go visit Yoongi's apartment off campus. A place that would soon become their apartment off campus once Seokjin moved out and into Hoseok and Namjoon’s apartment.Sophomore year had passed by quickly for Taehyung. His art classes only became more tedious and he considered it to be busy-work more than anything, but his professors loved his abstract works with varying degrees of colors, all vibrant and unique. Taehyung always poured a piece of himself when dedicating his time to his work. Art was his passion, and no one could ever take that from him.The omega finally felt content with life. He had his boyfriend by his side, he was moving forward with his degree, he had friends who genuinely liked his presence– overall his life was setting into place.“I'm glad I met you, Yoonie,” the younger would mumble against the alpha’s cheek as they cuddled on their bed.“I'm glad you met me, too.” They laughed, Taehyung eventually smacking Yoongi’s chest with a pout.The alpha also seemed to come to the realization that life had grown easier over time. Yoongi was blessed to have found a job rather quickly after graduating. He interned briefly at an entertainment agency while in between dabbling every now and then in mixing music for companies until they recognized his immense talent and, finally, he was hired full time. There was no denying their interest, so the company hired him on the spot once he had graduated, waiting until he held his degree to seal the deal.His first paycheck practically made his eyeballs pop out of their sockets, tears and yells filling their apartment as he clutched the check to his chest, clinging to Taehyung as they cheered his first success in life.“You did it.”“Fuck,” Yoongi breathed in between sobs, “Fuck. I actually did it.”Years of hard work finally paid off. Now he felt as if the endless nights filled with his blood, sweat, and tears were worth that single moment.The alpha sent a large sum to his family later on. No note, no word, only a silent thank you for their support.That night, after a much needed crying session, he invited Taehyung out to dinner at an extremely fancy, five star restaurant. The food was too little and too expensive with many utensils splayed by their sides all of which they had no idea what to use. The menu consisted of strangely pronounced names that the men had trouble reading which wasn't very appealing. With bellies barely full, the pair decided to visit McDonalds in their best tuxes and ate like kings.“I’d take a Big Mac with large fries over caviar anytime,” Taehyung laughed, shoving a handful of fries into his mouth before he fed Yoongi some chicken nuggets.“This isn’t even real chicken, but God, do I love it.”“I’d marry a chicken nugget.”“Oh really?” Yoongi raised a brow. “How about me instead?”Taehyung stilled for a moment. Yoongi couldn’t possibly be proposing at that moment, yet the omega could not keep his heart from racing and his face from heating up. In attempt to appear suave, he merely teased his beloved, “Hm, let me think… as appealing as that sounds, I'd rather take the nuggets.” The two laughed, Yoongi practically choked on the nugget and Taehyung on his fries.As the two were hacking up a storm, patting one another’s back and chugging their drinks to the dismay of passing customers, Taehyung held his love close and whispered by his ear once he caught his breath: “But I'd do it in a heartbeat.”
MAY 15TH, 2017. 2 YEARS TOGETHER. JUNIOR YEAR
Yoongi had decided to take Taehyung out to a nearby pier as a date for their anniversary. The days were growing longer as Summer set in. The sun rays hit Taehyung's beautifully tanned flesh under the clear blue sky. Not a cloud in sight, a soft breeze caused the hat which Taehyung wore to blow prettily; Yoongi could only stare in awe. The reality of being with Taehyung for two years felt almost too hard to believe, as if he were stuck in a dream. His beloved glowed, healthy and happy after being together for two years.The pair were attached at the hip and practically inseparable since the day they were reunited. People often questioned them, wondering if they ever got tired of one another, only for them to respond with a no. No, they never wished to be apart.Everyone needed alone time, which was only natural, especially for Yoongi. But he knew that at the end of the day, he would only wish to be by his beloved's side. Kissing his cheeks and enveloping Taehyung in his arms, making him giggle and smile that gleaming feature of his.Time flew by quickly, Sophomore bled into Taehyung’s Junior year within a flash which was known to be a challenging time for most. Taehyung's days grew busier by each sunset, so they took advantage of every sparring moment they could find to spend together.But Yoongi knew they both wanted more.“Do you like this color babe?” Taehyung asked as he painted the sky, wishing to capture the moment in all its glory.“Yep, looks good. Clouds could be a little lighter.”“Thanks babe. my keen eyed king. I know I can always trust you.”As Taehyung was focused, both with painting the scenery and feeding local birds chunks of healthy veggies, Yoongi leaned down onto one knee pulling the velvety box from his pocket and popped it open.“How about now babe?”Yoongi didn’t respond. His heart raced in his chest waiting for Taehyung to turn. Come on, come on, he urged his heart running wild in his chest, hands slightly trembling.Taehyung turned about to ask the older why he had grown quiet, only to drop the bundle of lettuce in his hands with an audible gasp. The birds swooped in to grab the lettuce before flying off into the distance as Taehyung screeched, similar to that of a seagull, and leaped forward to wrap his arms around a stunned, smiling Yoongi. The younger threw him onto the floor as he kissed and suffocated him in his arms, screaming “Yes!Yes!Yes!” endlessly into the day.The ring had a dainty silver band that fit snuggly against Taehyung's ring finger. There laid an oval shaped diamond that made Taehyung’s heart swoon. It sparkled like a star ready for him at the tip of his hand. Yoongi had spent a small fortune on the thing, ensuring his omega would have nothing but the best. The alpha was so nervous, unknowing what his omega would prefer. Preferring to be safe, he instilled the help of their friends weeks before to ensure everything went according to plan. While Taehyung was never big on expensive jewelry, the sight of the rock would make eyes pop. It was not a big, overly dramatic size, but it was just right. Medium sized and pretty yet still extravagant enough for a spoiled omega; everything that Taehyung rightfully deserved.It was a sudden announcement and one that was considered very quick for men their age, so objections came from their families, but they paid them little to no mind.“Are you sure about this Tae?” his mother, now older and softer around the edges, asked with hesitance.“I’m more than sure.”His grandmother, ever knowledgeable and sincere, commented: “Once you’re mated there’s no going back honey.”His father shook his head, lips dragged into a frown. “You’ve never brought this Alpha home! How are we supposed to know if he’s good enough for you? I simply cannot allow it.”“All you need to know is that Yoongi loves me and I love him. He’s the one. Nothing will change that.”Yoongi’s family, although having been known to be more strict, had no objections to the wedding.“You are old enough to make your own decisions. The path you pave for yourself will lead you to a bountiful life. We expected great things from you, Yoongi, and you have done nothing to prove us wrong.” Alpha Min, with his chest puffed out, stated with pride. “You have our blessings, son.”“But we do expect grandchildren!” His mother smiled while she pinched Taehyung’s cheeks making him blush.They were in love and only craved more. No one could say or do anything to stop them.They married in Daegu at the end of Taehyung's Junior Year semester. A Summer wedding, as was appropriate. It was a small comfortable wedding just for close friends and family. Barn style reception, rather rustic and old school, since Taehyung was always a fan of vintage aesthetics and nature related outings, including weddings. His grandparents, who practically raised him, always wanted to see him married in a similar fashion as they once did, so he was happy to oblige.He wore a white lace dress with long sleeves that clung to him at all the right places. A u-shaped neck to emphasize his tanned neck, clean and unbitten. A translucent veil elegantly covered his face from the public's sight. Yoongi waited for him at the end of the aisle in his black tux, looking fresh and refined as he awaited his future mate. His gummy smile was vibrant, watching Taehyung make his way towards him with his grandparents by his side.The ceremony was peaceful, soon sealed with a passionate kiss on the lips before all of their loved ones. In that moment, it was only Yoongi and Taehyung, foreheads pressed together with fingers clinging to each others. Taehyung was the first to cry, tears swelling in his eyes as he openly sobbed. Yoongi was a bit more unsure about having others witness him cry, but he soon realized he could not care. It was his wedding day, the day he would be forever (officially) tied to his husband. So, he allowed the tears to flow, he embraced his beloved before walking hand in hand down the aisle. Everyone threw white rice over them, screams and cries filled the banquet ranging from their family to their friends.Finally, towards they walked towards their eternity.Taehyung's grandmother loved Yoongi, as did the rest of his family after finally meeting him officially. While the man was still a bit awkward and quiet with anyone other than Taehyung, his family grew to understand how happy they were together and how much Yoongi was willing to sacrifice all for the omegas sake. Alpha Kim, on one hand, was a bit rough around the edges, but Taehyung reassured his husband it would all be okay.“What’s he gonna do? Ground me? We’re married, babe. He has to live with this now.” Taehyung chuckled, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck as they swayed on the dance floor after the ceremony. The alpha knew his husband had a point, nonetheless he was still riddled with a tad bit of worry.During the wedding, Seokjin, Hoseok and Namjoon were all a part of their court and the best men as was only appropriate. The couple only thought it right, since they were their best friend’s and they had dealt with much of their shit throughout the years.“Congrats you two!” They would all boast in cheers.“Please, never make me go through the shit I've heard ever again. I am permanently scarred. But I'm happy for you.” Seokjin jokingly cried, whipping invisible tears with his tux sleeve.The couple hugged him and thanked him for everything, soon embracing the other couple as well. It felt so surreal to Taehyung. From barely meeting the three his Freshmen year to having them all become a part of his wedding day.“Guys, I hate to be all sappy… But I fucking love you!” They would have a large group hug in the middle of the dance floor, openly exclaiming their devotion to each one of their brothers.The cake was splendid, a sweet chocolate pastry. Everyone, old and young, danced until their feet hurt. Uncles and aunts drank away, little cousins ran around the dance floor playing with each other, and the happy couple clung to each other as if they had barely begun to date. The pair soon left the party for their Honeymoon trip, they were surrounded by cheers and best wishes on their way out. Some sobbed (Hoseok), some screamed (Seokjin and Hoseok while clinging to each other and screaming in their ears), and all of the rest only wished them the best in their marriage, hoping for a bountiful and happy union.“Welcome to the family,” Alpha Kim told Yoongi with a warm embrace before they left, a tight, strong hand shake meeting in between them. “But don't you dare give us grandchildren anytime soon. Taehyung and you need to live a little more before he has children. Being parents is a hard job– it can certainly wait. Besides… my heart may not be able to handle such joy soon after.” He spoke tenderly, voice low and slightly wavering as his son bid his goodbye’s to the rest of their family.“Please, take care of my proud and joy.”Yoongi looked at the graying man with a smile, so soft at the edges and nodded; “I wouldn’t want to do anything but.”Later that night, Yoongi pulled Taehyung onto a large king sized bed with a mahogany Victorian frame littered with white flower petals; cliche, but still cute. The room was adorned with sparkling lights that lit up the dark room, white sheets underneath them and golden hues flooded the room. They were to spend their honeymoon near the ocean, moon shining through the slightly opened window, slight wind seeping through the crack causing the curtains to sway with its gentle kisses.“Tell me again,” Yoongi whispered against Taehyung’s collarbones as he peppered kisses over his sensitive skin.“I do,” the omega panted, wanting his beloved close to him.“Again.”“I take Yoongi as my lawfully wedded husband. God, I do.”“I love you.”“I love you so much.”Ever so slowly, Yoongi undressed Taehyung with his long fingers, never ceasing in sending shivers down his spine. He bent and folded the younger into several positions as he pleased. Taking the younger man right then and there, above the clean bed and under the golden night, suit loosely hung off his body. Tie hanging from his neck, shirt untucked and lifted to expose his chest, dress slacks drawn down to his ankles leaving him completely exposed. There Taehyung bloomed for Yoongi's garden, legs thrown wide over his sides. Knuckles turned white as he gripped the satin sheets beneath him once Yoongi pushed into him and eventually when he was knotted for the first time by his now husband .Tears trickled from his eyes as he whined in uncomfort, Yoongi pressed kisses to his face down to his neck. He easily presented his untouched neck for his husband. Allowing him all the necessary room before he felt a sharp press of teeth right at the juncture where his scent gland laid.Taehyung's vision grew blurry as he was swallowed by the room. Everything he saw disappeared before his eyes, for it all turned into a multitude of galaxies littered with stars and universes never before seen to the naked eye. There was an explosion of white beams, blue and purple blossoming nebulas that morphed into newborn planets. He was thrown into a mixture of galaxies; golden yellows and blushing pinks morphed into heavenly grapefruits ripened in a garden of Eden filled with fresh trees.From that point onwards, Yoongi felt all that Taehyung felt, and Taehyung would know what Yoongi knew. They were to live together as one until the end of all times; souls connected by a single bite and the thread of crimson fate.Finally, finally! They were one of the same.
MAY 5TH 2018. 3 YEARS TOGETHER. SENIOR YEAR.
No one was surprised to see the mate mark that pressed against Taehyung’s neck Senior year. They all knew the two would be together, the students only wondered when they would see the mark make its appearance.When Taehyung finally graduated, Yoongi and their friends were right where he had sat years ago.How the tables had turned.He lifted the omega up and hugged him tightly the moment they reunited after the ceremony. “I'm so proud of you baby! I'm so, so proud! I knew you could do it.” He praised the omega endlessly, making him preen and purr from the compliments.Once Taehyung graduated, he became a stay at home husband. Staying home without work didn't bother him since he had his hobbies; painting, designing clothing, gardening, and the like to keep himself busy. Spending the day keeping house was a bit boring whenever he was alone, but someone had to do it and he was happy to have his little home nice and clean. No one would understand his tastes better than himself after all.Tailoring clothing for himself and Yoongi to keep himself busy was also a common occurrence after their mating. Taehyung always had an eye for interesting clothing, alas it was always so expensive, so he resorted to making clothing for the two of them instead. Of course Yoongi could always buy him anything he wanted if he simply asked for it, but he thought it better to spend money on more important things. Taehyung quite liked being spoiled by Yoongi, yet he preferred to save up for a nice travel or a big date night.Yoongi was the main person against Taehyung’s entrance to the workforce. Not for sel conscious reasons, more so he was worried Taehyung was not going to enjoy a 9 to 5 job. He knew the omega was indeed sort of an airhead, so he believed having a studio at home would benefit him more than a desk job. So, he made their extra bedroom into a workspace for Taehyung's art and Yoongi's composing.Yoongi also helped Taehyung to network his artwork and designs among those in Yoongi’s field. With the exposure from large entertainment companies who actively sought out Taehyung’s clothing designs to his paintings that were showcased in music videos and in the homes of many celebrities, customers flocked to Taehyung within weeks. There were many offers from grand universities and sponsors who adored Taehyung's work, having wished for the name Kim Taehyung to work for them, however, he declined them all.“It sounds like an amazing opportunity, and I thank you, but it's really not for me.”“Ah, we understand. If you would ever like to reconsider, the offer will always stand.”Taehyung never cared for publicity or fame, becoming a celebrity sounded like a drag, he merely enjoyed what he did out of fun. If he used his talent for anything other than a hobby, he believed he would learn to despise it. Eventually Taehyung resorted to selling paintings online every now and then when he so chose to.
MARCH 2020.
No matter how much they bought or did together, Taehyung couldn't help but feel as if something was missing in their lives.When they talked about making a family for themselves, they felt as if it was time to expand. Yoongi had saved up for quite some time, parts of his check after check being pushed to the side in order to gather enough money for the big decision.“Do you want to live in the city or the country?”“Yoongi, your jobs in the city… let's go to the suburbs! It's close enough for the commute, but also a good place to settle. We can be one of those cool, magazine-esque couples out there.”“Okay. How many rooms do you think we need?”Taehyung jutted out his lower lip in deep thought before he tilted his head to look at his mate. The words that left his mouth stunned the alpha: “How many pups do you want?”“Pups?” Yoongi swallowed, giving his omega a double take. “Isn't it a little early to be thinking about pups?” The thought of having children anytime soon did not cross the alpha's mind. Yeah, the idea of having a mini him would be cool, but it was a pup. A living, breathing thing that needed attention and food and-- Yoongi did not know if he was ready for that. He was at the peak of his career. While he would provide Taehyung everything he wanted, the idea of having a child was still too new and frightening.“If we do have pups, we're going to need room for them, yoongi! We can't move around every few years once we have our pups, so we need to take that into consideration.”“Y-Yeah… you're right. I just-- I just don't know how many would be a good number. Would any be a good number?”“ I want as many pups as possible,” the younger chirped with a smile. “Let's have a whole school.”Yoongi practically choked to death as Taehyung eagerly mounted him and rode him throughout the night.But there were no complaints. Yoongi's solution to Taehyung sudden baby fever was to get Taehyung a pet in the meantime. Not just one, but two dogs.“Why did you get us dogs babe? I want a pup, but not a literal pup.” Taehyung laughed loudly once Yoongi arrived with leashed squirming little puppies at their abode.“What?” he pouted. “They're basically like babies anyways! It's good practice.”The new additions to the family included a small Pomeranian fluff ball Taehyung named Yeontan, and a small toy poodle Yoongi named Holly.After their endless searching, the couple finally decided on a three story brick house straight from a cheesy family movie. It was large and homey with 2 rooms (for Yoongi and Taehyung's workspace) on the first floor, a large living space and kitchen as well as a bathroom. The upper level had 3 more bedrooms and another bathroom; the master bedroom for themselves and the dogs, a guest room, and what would be their pups room.Taehyung now had a whole house to himself. Multiple floors decorated from top to bottom, but what use is such luxury if you have no one to enjoy it with? His husband merely came home to eat and sleep (with a few extra special activities) before he was off to work again, leaving the omega needy and lonesome even with the company of their dogs.Days grew long a boring in an empty house with no one to talk to or be with.He understood his alpha was busy and needed to work to sustain their lifestyle and Taehyung's habits and hobbies, but he missed his husband.Taehyung had taken the initiative to terminate the use of his heat suppressants. They had a huge house now, so why not start to plan a family already?With the lack of hormone control in the shape of a birth control pill, Taehyung's emotions went on overdrive. Often times he was left a sobbing mess over every little thing.One night Yoongi came home late to find a sobbing Taehyung curled up in a ball in their living room couch. At the sign of distress pheromones swirling in the air, the alpha went into defense mode and quickly ran to his omegas side. Taehyung spilled his feelings, telling Yoongi how lonely he was and how he believed Yoongi didn't love him as much as before. Insisting that his mate would find a younger, prettier omega since they hadn't had sex or any sort of intimate relationship in a while because of the alpha's hectic schedule. He felt neglected and the alpha felt awful for not showing his husband how much he truly meant to him.“I dont-- I dont think I'm as appealing to you as I was before. I've felt so lonely Yoongi, I hate it. I--I want our family. I want your pups running around and I want to be of some use.”Yoongi kissed Taehyung's tear stained cheeks, pulling the younger onto his lap. He cupped his cheeks, dragging his lips across every expense of skin he could reach, mumbling words of adoration that made the omega preen.“You are of use, babe. Don't think having pups and being a parent is your only use--”“That's not what I'm saying!” Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed together, pointing out with a shout. “I know my worth is not defined by how many pups I have, but I want them. I don't-- something's missing. And I can't help but think it's the pups.”With a low sigh, Yoongi ran his fingers through Taehyung's dark locks of hair. “You're right, I know. I promise I'll make it up to you. Alpha will make it better.”As if flipping a switch, Taehyung's tears ceased and his hiccups calmed from hearing his alphas words.Now feeling a bit mischievous, Taehyung crawled atop Yoongi's lap and grinned. He took hold of the alphas tie, leaning forward to whisper before crashing his lips against his husbands, “We can start now .”The man was surprised as he was pulled into a deep kiss, a salty taste filling his mouth as he deepened the kiss. His tongue ran over his lower lip before he nipped.Hands soon found articles of clothing, which they pulled and tugged off at anything they could reach before it was discarded somewhere off to the distance.Yoongi pulled the younger man onto the floor, earning a quick “oof” from the younger before it was replaced by a groan. His rough, large hands began to massage his sensitive sides, circling his fingers into the youngers flesh before he threw off every article of clothing on the omega, soon diving into the hem of his underwear and rendering him naked.Yoongi sucked his fingers in his mouth, wetting them thoroughly with saliva before pulling them away with a pop.He worked the omega open on their freshly cleaned floor adorned with only the grandest carpets seamed in the world. His sweet little whimpers were music to his ears as he worked him to his orgasm, back arching off the floor in a perfect curve. It was a blessing that the pair had their own home now, since Taehyung was incredibly loud. Screams and moans and groans jumped from wall to wall flooded their home with the sound of music. His cheeks tinted a blushing pink that fit so perfectly against his bronzed skin. Yoongi's heart practically soared through the stars at the sight of his beloved omega, the mark of his claim gleaming against his neck, allowing all to know the beautiful man was gladly taken by no one other than Yoongi himself.The omega pulled the man's pants down, palming over his growing clothed erection. Tugging the man's cock out, he practically drooled at the sight of the thick length that rested heavy in his hands before working the tip into his mouth.Taehyungs tongue swirled over the slit, licking up every bit of precum before swallowing down the length. He bobbed his head up and down, saliva pooling in his mouth before slipping past his lips in wet pools down his chin. Tears began to brim at his eyes as he took Yoongi deeper, relaxing his mouth and beginning to hum causing the older man to choke at the sensation.Taehyung swallowed everything Yoongi offered, pulling away with a pop and a devilish smirk that made Yoongi groan. “Don't look at me like that, you're too good for me, baby.” the alpha chuckled, brushing Taehyung's lower lip to scoop up some of his excess cum before pushing it past needy lips, swollen and red.The omega pushed himself away once he cleaned the alpha. Getting on his hands and knees, lifting his ass up and presenting himself so prettily for the alpha in almost made him drool."What did I do to deserve you?" Yoongi would whisper as he cupped Taehyung's ass. A finger pressed past Taehyung's walls once more, easing it in and out of him until Yoongi believed he was ready enough.The alpha could no longer resist. Aligning himself against Taehyungs hole, he teased the younger by rubbing his cock over his dripping cunt, spreading the precum bulbing on his tip. When Taehyung released a troubled groan, nearly about to make a snide comment for Yoongi to continue, the man jerked his hips forward to finally push into the younger causing him to gasp."O-Oh, fuck..."Taehyung was in his own world. Everything around him had blurred from his vision in a matter of seconds. All that the omega could feel was the presence of his alpha, his strong arms enveloping him and keeping him in place against the floor as his cock slide in and out of him with ease; fucking him with such fever as Taehyung gave all of himself to the man. His eyes were shut tight, mouth parted with a dabble of drool slipping his lips, legs wide apart while Yoongi used his light body for his pleasures. The omega had never felt so pliant in his life before. Nothing else mattered other than where he and Yoongi met and become one. All he could feel was the surge of Yoongi pushing in and out in a repetitive cycle, the pleasure surging through him as the alpha pushed against his sensitive spot and thumbed at his clit. A heat surged from his cunt, gripping tightly against the alpha's cock while his knot began to form. It caught against his walls as it grew in size, pulsing from sensitivity as it became bigger until Yoongi could no longer pull far from his love.They stayed tightly pressed together as Yoongi's knot locked into place, sealing them together with surges of cum spilling into him. Taehyung moaned, eyes fluttering shut as his hand glided over the bulge in his belly, caressing it with adoration. Loving the sensation of Yoongi spilling his seed into him every few minutes.Soon enough, he would have his pups.The alpha couldn't help but coo at the younger man. Fingers soon carded into his, gliding over the slight swell as surge after surge of cum filled him. Taehyung whined every now and then from the over-stimulation from the influx of cum flooding his insides, only to have Yoongi litter his face with sweet kisses making him smile.God, was Yoongi whipped for such a spoiled brat.The younger man blabbed on as the knot settled, word vomit spilling his lips from the high that came after each time they had sex. “I wonder if theyll look like you or me, or a mix of us both,” he massaged his stomach with gentle fingers, “I want a boy and a girl. Do you think we’ll have more than one pup right away? I hope they'll be okay in there. Do you think I can carry more than one pup? My mom could only carry one at a time. But Seulgi-- remember Seulgi? From High School?-- she told me her first time she had four! Can you believe that? Four! Oh! And Yoongi, Yoongi baby, how many do you want? I want a lot of pups, you know that but I feel like-- like I was made to have a lot of pups. Not in a creepy way. I just want to have a lot of your pups, Yoongi.” And so he rambled on throughout the night. Occasionally shifting on the floor to make it as comfortable for himself as possible as he willingly took everything Yoongi could give him.Time passed by quickly as the alpha allowed the younger to release all his desires, leaving nothing unsaid. He loved his omega, allowing him to have his way in anything and everything. The boy was truly spoiled. With that being said, their children would be even worse.Yoongi's knot deflated roughly after an hour, leaving Taehyung a whining mess. “I want you to stay, Yoongi-- why can't you stay?” the younger blubbered as tears rolled down his face again. He made grabby hands at the elder once Yoongi tried to lift himself off the floor. The man could only sigh before hoisting his husband up alongside him, carrying him to bed with his legs wrapped around his waist. It would be quite a sight considering Yoongi was a tad smaller in stature than his husband who had long limbs, slender legs that always made Yoongi swoon.Gently he placed him atop their large bed littered by only the finest blankets and pillows money could buy. Yoongi would only allow his omega to be showered with the most luxurious gifts, after all, his omega did deserve the very best.Taehyung crawled to the center of the bed. His legs falling open, pouting as he felt every bit of Yoongi slowly stream out of him. “Yoongi,” he let out another drawled out whine. “You keep leaving me. I, I need more . Please give me more.” The younger was nearly in tears as he called out to his mate. Yoongi quickly made his way between his legs, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips to please his bratty omega before he went to work.“Anything you want, Tae. I'm right here. Just give me a little time baby, I gotta get it up first.”Those were not the words his emotional omega wanted to hear.“You dont think I'm hot anymore," he continued to sob. "That's why you dont want to do it. I get it, you have an assistant named-- Minyoung! yeah, that's the name. Who's a prettier omega than me and you cant stand being with any other omega besides her. That's it.” Taehyung frowned, tears quickly brimming his eyes as he began to lightly punch Yoongi's shouldersThe older man scoffed, cupping the younger mans cheek, rubbing his thumb over it before leaning to place a kiss on his lips once more. “No, Taehyung. You're my mate and the only omega I ever wish to be with. No one could be as pretty as you.” he slid his hand between Taehyungs heat, slipping two fingers passed his wet lips. “No one could ever make this Alpha preen as much as you do.” he nipped at the mans lower lip, catching it between his lips and lightly tugging. “No one would ever, and I mean ever , make me question my loyalty to you.” He took his cock in his palm and aligned himself against Taehyungs tight hole, slowly probing himself in before pushing forward.Taehyung gasped before exhaling a moan in pleasure. “F-fuck… alpha, please.” the younger begged for nothing in particular, hooking his legs around Yoongis hips to hold him tight. He hooked his arms over the mans shoulder, clawing lightly at his back as he pressed in deeper and deeper into him. Shaking and rocking his body into the mattress with each thrust until he was left a sobbing, shaking mess in his arms.The alphas cock glidded so perfectly against the omegas sensitive walls eliciting every moan and mewl to spill from the younger mans lips.It wasnt before long they were both reaching their High's once more. The alphas knot beginning to grow, making it harder for him to pull back any further without the risk of hurting Taehyung. Knot secured its hold against Taehyung's walls, allow the couple to hold onto each other for dear life as they came unfolded in sync with one another. Yoongi's knot tightly placed inside the younger, filling him us as he had begged for, a content smile on his face as he was sated.The two laid together a panting mess. Chests heaved and bodies glistened with sweat. Yoongi leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his beloved's lips. “I love you, My Taehyung.”“I love you too, Yoongi.” 
APRIL 2020. 5 YEARS LATER.
A month later, after Taehyung's pants suddenly began too tight and his breakfast revolted each and every morning, the two were blessed with double lines on a pregnancy test. They screamed and cried that day with Yoongi lifting Taehyung up into the air, giving him a quick spin before placing a wet kiss on his lips.“We're going to have a baby! We'll be parents!”“A baby…” Taehyung smiled, whispering dreamily as he held onto his tummy as Yoongi held him close from behind. “There's a baby in here.”“Maybe one,” his husband whispered, placing his hands over Taehyung's. “Hell, maybe two or more. But there's definitely a baby in there.”“Our baby,” he turned to face Yoongi, met with another sweet kiss.“Only ours.”“I guess this is technically your belated birthday present?” "It's the best gift I could ever ask for.""Minyoung won't have nothing on our babies! I wish I could see her beat that."Yoongi rolled his eyes: "Who the fuck is Minyoung?" With each passing day taehyungs stomach only seemed to grow and grow. Their little bundle, or bundles, of joy became bigger and closer to meeting their loving parents.Yoongi would lay in bed with his mate for hours whenever he could. Face next to the small, barely noticeable bump as he talked to the pup his beloved was carrying.“I promise you,” he whispered, Taehyung slowly beginning to dose off, “Your parents will love you no matter what. I'm so excited to see you. We'll be waiting until we can show you how much you mean to us.” “I call dibs on being the Godfather!” Seokjin shouted once their friends were rightfully notified of the happy news.Hoseok, however, sputtered at the mans outburst. “Dont you hate kids?”“Irrelevant.”“You literally called one a gremlin when they took the last lunchables,” Namjoon stated.“In my defense, it was the pizza version.” 
AUGUST 2020. 5 YEARS TOGETHER, 4 MONTHS ALONG
After their initial discovery, as Taehyung was making breakfast for a surprisingly free Yoongi on a Saturday afternoon (yes, they did spend the night rewatching Disney movies until 2 am, what about it?) He suddenly felt a strange sensation in the lower half of his torso. The plate of pancakes in his hand immediately hit the floor as he wrapped his arms around his middle, tears brimming his eyes as he yelled out a heart wrenching sob. “Yoongi! I think- I think somethings wrong--”After rushing to the nearby emergency room, the pair were in complete distress. Pheromones filling the already drenched hospital in tenfold as the pair grew anxious awaiting their doctor.“What seems to be the problem?” A beta wearing a white coat, presumably the doctor, asked while making her way in.“I dont-- I dont know but something feels weird in my-my stomach and I dont know if it's the baby or if it's too early but I havent felt this way since we found out and I'm so s-scared. Doctor please tell us what's wrong--” taehyung quickly stammered out, hands shaking as tears threatened to spill.“Well, Mister Kim, you're roughly at 16 weeks, so any possibility of a miscarriage is very unlikely, with only less than a 5% chance. You aren't bleeding or showing any other symptoms. Let's take a look shall we? Please, lift up your shirt “With a bit of hesitance, Taehyung laid back on the examination bed and lifted up his shirt for the doctor. The cold goo on the ultrasound made contact with his warm bump causing him to shiver. Soon the machine beside them came to view; only black and white swirls and swivels filled the box for a moment worrying the pair until little blobs formed on the screen.“There they are!” the doctor chuckled, moving the device around to get a better look at the tiny blobs.“They?” the pair asked in unison, a bit confused.“Ah, I presume you didnt know? Multiple pups can be quite mischievous little tricksters, refusing to show themselves in ultrasounds sometimes.” They shook their head with shock. They hadn't known. “Then Congrats! You're having twins. And they seem to be very active and healthy. Small since its early, but healthy nonetheless.”Heaving a sigh of relief, the pair could finally relax.“Then… what did I feel earlier? It was so weird.”Just then, one of the pups twitched forward causing Taehyung to yell with widen eyes. “There! It happened right then! What the fuck was that?”“I see.” the doctor chuckled heartily once more. “The pups are merely sneezing. You felt a sneeze, is all. No need to be worried! Hiccups, sneezes, and various things cause that butterfly like feeling you've experienced. Nothing to be worried about!”“Oh god… We came to the damn emergency room in our pajamas for a sneeze?” Yoongi buried his face in his hands with a groan. "At least it was only that. I'm glad you're okay. babe."“We are… extremely sorry. If that is worth anything.” Taehyung smiled bashfully.He would be lying if he said he wasn't embarrassed but his pups were safe. Otherwise he didnt care how he looked!“Nonsense. Dont fret! You're first time parents, of course you'll be worried and inexperienced. It comes with the job.” Once the doctor printed out a few sheets of ultrasound pictures, the couple went on their merry way. They quickly scurried back home feeling relieved and quite frankly ridiculous, but also with their hearts soaring. They were going to have twins! Of course it would be double the work, but also double the love and double the mini-thems.When they recounted the story to their friends, Seokjin guffawed in obnoxious laughter.“Its not funny! I thought I was gonna die !” Taehyung whined, wanting to fight the beta.“How didn't you guys know anything about baby kicking and hiccups and burps? That's common sense.”Yoongi chuckled and shook his head with a bashful smile, his arms wrapped protectively around Taehyung's center. Taehyung pouted for a second before he too started to laugh.“Yeaaah, we were overreacting, but hey! Now you guys have 2 nieces or nephews.”“The only thing that matters is that they're healthy. Don't worry, Tae.”While the happy couple cuddled and cood at Taehyung's bump, Seokjin only chuckled. “...God, please help those kids.” With pregnancy came hormones. From irritation to sadness to-- horniness.Now before in their college days and while they tried convincing, the couple had a very active sex life. Over the years it toned out quite a good amount. But back then it was almost impossible to separate them for long. They found each other very appealing and could barely keep their hands off each other or clothes in place. Of course they still do, but they realize it wasn't always healthy to be connected to one another.Once Taehyung hit the middle stages on his pregnancy, however, it was as if he reverted back to a teenage boy riddled with blue balls.“Yoongi~” he would call for his husband that was sat at their kitchen table drinking his coffee and reading a newspaper before work; A typical dad already.“I'm drinking my coffee Taehyung-ah, what's up?”Yoongi heard no reply, so he continued on with his reading. Suddenly, out of the corner if his eyes, he saw his husband underneath the table peering at him with a mischievous grin.“What the fuck are you doing down there baby?” he chuckled, placing his cup and newspaper on the table. “Come on up, you'll hurt yourself.”Yet he did no such thing. Rather, Taehyung spread his alphas legs apart, fitting himself snugly between them before moving to pull down the mans zipper.“Y'know, just gonna enjoy breakfast.”“I'm going to work baby, don't you want to play later?”“No! I want you right now. I promise I'll be quick,” the younger huffed, eagerly pulling out the mans thick cock, already growing half hard. “Please… daddy?” Taehyung peered up with the biggest puppy look he could ever master.“Oh fuck , that's cursed. The kids are gonna have to call me Commander or some shit,” he chuckled, running his fingers through Taehyungs hair as he slipped past his lips. The man quickly fucked into the younger mans pliant mouth, jaw slack as he greedily took everything yoongi gave him. He bobbed his head up and down, tongue sliding down the man's shaft. It would curl along the underside, curving every vein before licking at the slit of his tip.“Almost, baby, almost there,” the alpha murmured as he felt the familiar heat pooling at his core. “Fuck, you take it so well.”Taehyung's lips lifted slightly at the compliment as he relaxed his throat, ready to swallow Yoongi's load. It was hot and slippery as it slid down his throat, gladly taking as much as he could as it coated across his tongue. Dribbles of cum fell from the side of his lips as Taehyung pulled away with a pop, pressing a kiss to the sensitive head with a smile.“Good luck at work today, baby. I know you'll do great.” he winked, finally getting up from his knees and slinking away leaving a panting Yoongi behind. **Months passed and Taehyung's stomach grew and grew. Each time he looked at the stretch marks that littered his once skinny body, he felt a hint of resentment for but a moment until he remembered he was growing two pups that needed as much space as possible to grow and flourish. He knew he had to be the best parent, so even for just another day, he'd push away every negative thought. In the end it would all be worth the weight gain and uncomfort when he had two perfectly healthy pups.The days were roughest when Yoongi left for his overseas business trips. The entertainment company Yoongi worked for having gotten huge over the years, because of his countless effort and amazing compositions. As a result, Taehyung was left home alone with no one to help him with his every day routine. There were constant struggles the omega would face living alone, from his memory failing with pregnancy brain and barely able to see past his toes from the expanding belly. As well as the lack of simple cuddles and kisses. He was a pregnant omega alone and cold without his alpha. The outside world was no place for a pregnant omega without an alpha by their side, either, so he left his home even less. It was a dangerous place after all. So he was confined to the white walls of his home, every room was drowned in Yoongi's scent yet his mate was nowhere to be found.He tried his best to stay positive, since he knew his pups could feel everything he felt, but sometimes when he was in their shared bed, he would look over to Yoongi's side and cry. Ugly streams of tears ran down his face as he called out to his mate, his heart aching and breaking time and time again.He cried until he passed out from fatigue, body shutting down to allow sleep to finally overtake him. He ceased eating on those days, preferring to lay in bed after making his nest, wearing one of Yoongi's shirts as he sunk into his depression.Pregnancy was idealized as a beautiful, amazing time of an Omegas life. While he was waiting anxiously until the day he could hold his pups in his arms, he also hated feeling so alone and fat and needy all of the time. There was an ugly side hidden right underneath the images of happy families and glowing omegas.The break downs happened every time Yoongi left him. It wasn't healthy, so he knew he couldn't tell anyone, not even Yoongi. He knew Yoongi had to work and provide for their family, which only made him feel worse as if he was a selfish omega for trying to keep his alpha home where he belonged.Thus he sunk even deeper, refusing to eat or leave the sanctuary that was their room.If Yoongi didn't know, he didn't have to worry.Taehyung felt as if he couldn't call upon his friends, either, because they still lived in the city. No matter how lonely Taehyung was, he refused to be a burden to anyone. The trek from the city to the suburbs could be a long one depending on the traffic, so he preferred staying by himself if that meant they didn't have to struggle.The only times he would leave his home were to visit his doctor. Yet even then those visits were filled with dread. The omega grew thinner and thinner, not gaining enough weight for the pups to grow which worried the doctor.“If you don't eat or live a healthy lifestyle, then I don't know if the pups will make it. Please, Mr. Kim, think of your pups and yourself.” the doctor attempted to reason, taking off her glasses with a sigh. “This isn't healthy. Depression is a real and a serious illness that must be treated. The best I can do is offer you advice; please speak with your mate if something is bothering you. I cannot prescribe antidepressants because of your delicate state, to which I apologize. Or, I dare say, if there is any problem at home, there are many resources available in order to help you in any way possible.” No , there was nothing wrong. No one hurt him or kept him from eating. His heart yearned for omegas in those situations, but no one neglected him or did him wrong. It was merely Taehyung's own choosing. He was doing this to himself, and he only felt awful acknowledging it. He was the only one hurting himself and his pups and Yoongi.He needed to change, but change was more difficult than expected.**His paintings ceased to exist. Every bit of desire and inspiration dried in his mind before he could even wet a brush or sew a stitch. Knowing he should be painting the nursery, making clothing such as booties and mittens for the babies, but Taehyung could not bring himself to do so.
SEPTEMBER 2020. 5 YEARS TOGETHER. 7 MONTHS ALONG
One day, Yoongi came back earlier than expected. As he walked into their home, expecting to be greeted by the usual sight of his happy go lucky husband, instead he was met with silence. The air was dark and heavy, with the blinds shut tightly appearing as if it were night time when it was merely four in the afternoon. The alpha grew worried at the missing sight of the omega. He roamed the house in search, only to find his mate tightly in a ball on their bed, frame small and feeble as he slept.The man nearly smiled until he walked closer. The omegas once glowing skin grew ashen, his solemn face lacked the vibrance and joy Yoongi had fallen in love with. There were bags underneath his eyes, even as he slept.The man whimpered in his sleep, “Yoonie,” even then did he call out to his mate, “don' leave.”Yoongi's heart shattered by the sound of his beloved turned into a ghost of what he once was.The alpha knew he could not allow his omega, his person, to crumble any further.Gently rousing the boy from his sleep, Yoongi called out to him in a sweet whisper. “Tae, baby, I'm home.”“Yoongi?” the sleepy boy questioned, eyes fluttering open and lips forming a weak smile. “Baby, you're home!” the man practically leaped forward, wrapping his arms around the man in a chokehold.“I'm home. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long,” he whispered, burying his nose in the omegas hair. Inhaling deeply, his sweet scent filled the man's heart with love even as it grew faint.“I missed you,” Taehyung was at the brink of crying. Hiccups falling from his lips as he held onto Yoongi tightly, hoping his husband would never have to leave him again. Wishing for Yoongi to stay in bed with him, holding him and talking to the pups even if it seemed like the most selfish thing he could ever ask for.Even if he was kicked out into the streets, as long as Yoongi was with him he didn't care how life turned out. May his pups forgive him, but he desperately needed his mate.They fell asleep wrapped in each others arms. Yoongi's scent finally calmed the younger man, easing the pain in his aching heartThough the moment of peace and happiness did not last.** Not long after Taehyung awoke to find his sheets drenched underneath him. It was too early, far too early. He still had 2 more months to complete his pregnancy. The pups were small and underdeveloped, even more so with his low intake of food and vitamins.They couldn't come now. Who knew what would happen to them, sending Taehyung into a spiraling fear.His heart began to race as he tried to scramble out of the bed, only to fall onto his knees from the pain in his lower body.He screamed out for Yoongi who came running from their kitchen to be by his side. His poor mate had made breakfast for the thin omega, only to come find him in agony.“I'm calling an ambulance. You need a hospital now .”Red and blue lights flashed before his eyes. Swirls of colors mixing into blobs and blurs. Nothing made sense anymore. Nothing could be differentiated as Taehyung slowly felt himself fall into a deep slumber from within the ambulance. The hand that held his felt loose in his grasp, his hand soon falling from his beloved's and dangling onto his side.When he awoke, he was in the hospital in a shiny white room filled with sterilized smells and cold air. He moved to cup his abdomen, only to notice that there was no longer a prominent baby bump. His eyes widen, hands immediately searching for his bump before he began to cry out. “Where are they? Where are the pups?” He'd thrash around his bed, pushing and shoving every sheet and blanket off the mattress in search of any sign of his babies. He would turn the room upside down lookign for any indication of where his children where or his mate until he grew tired with constant worry filling the room with waves of distressful pheromones.Whimpers filled the room as he curled into himself, his arms wrapped protectively around his middle. Random tubes and wires connected from himself to machines beeping and whining as his heart rate increase.A door opened to his side, a familiar earthy scent filled the room attached with two softer scents, a tray of food in hand. “Tae? Oh, God, baby you're awake. I'm so glad.” Yoongi came to the omegas side, pushing the tray somewhere off while his eyes filled with worry at the state of his mate. “The doctors said you'd be okay, but I was worried sick.”“What did I do Yoongi?” Taehyung whined. “What did I do? I'm an awful father-- I hurt them-- I didn't mean to--”“Taehyung, shh," he'd coo, holding the younger tightly as he rocked him back and forth on the cold floor. "They're okay. They're doing fine. You had to be induced for a c-section but it all worked out well.”“How are they? Please, tell me, tell me.”“Premature, yeah, but they're alive. And before you start: don't you dare try to blame this on yourself. You're of no fault in this. You were hurting and I didnt see it-- it's my fault for not being there and focusing so much on work. We cant-- I can't do that anymore.”“I–” he hiccuped, “I missed you so much I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. I'm sorry for being so-- so weak. I just... I didn't know what to do. My heart hurt Yoongi.”“I know, I know, shh." He'd press his head against his chest, kissing the crown of his head lovingly as tears began to fall from his eyes. "I don't ever want to lose you like that. I can't live without you-- I, I can't. I promise I'll be an active figure in your life, a present figure. I refuse to be an absent father to the pups or an absent husband. The pups-- they'll be okay. With time, they'll grow stronger and they'll live . You-- you need help baby, and I'll be here for you along the way. You shouldn't have to suffer alone and I'm sorry for ignoring you and the signs of your depression. I'll do everything I can to make it all better, for all of us.” The alpha openly sobbed. The first time since the wedding Yoongi had ever allowed himself to cry so openly, so show his own weaknesses in front of his beloved.Taehyung held onto his mate for dear life as they both sobbed into each other's arms. Arms clinging to one another as they steadily rocked into one another until their tears became no more. When he was deemed strong enough, Taehyung was escorted alongside Yoongi to see the pups.At the sight of a new room, he stepped in only to be greeted with the sight of two little bundles wrapped tightly inside a see through box. Eyes puffy and red as Taehyung only cried more at the sight of the dainty little pups strapped to different sorts of machinery. Little IV's pierced their pure flesh, attached to different fluids and necessary devices to keep them healthy. A job that was supposed to be his, but he had failed at.“An alpha and a beta.” Yoongi whispered from beside him, continuing to keep him from falling to the floor.“I'm so sorry…” he whispered as he splayed his hand against the glass. “I promise papas going to get stronger for you both. I'm sorry you got stuck with a weak dad. I'll do better from here on out.”"Don't say that--""It's true! It's true, you know it's true!" Taehyung rapidly shook his head, face scrunching in sorrow as he curled back into Yoongi's embrace before leaving the room.Back in his own room, Taehyung pressed himself tightly to Yoongi's side. His face buried into his hands as he sobbed wrapped around his husband's arms.Yoongi, being the most supportive mate he could be, allowed Taehyung to cry with all his might even if it caused his heart to ache. He merely held him for all the lonesome nights he made the omega go through.“Sh, Its okay baby. Its okay,” he would whisper, pressing kisses to the crown of his head.“They're so tiny. They don't know what the hell's going on, but they're here and it's my fault.”“Once they're healthy, well show them all the love in the world. They'll be our precious pups and nothing will happen to them, but you have to be strong in the meantime. They need their father to be strong for them while they're fighting.”His sniffles slowly stifled out. His eyes seemingly running out of tears to shed. He buried his neck, nuzzling into the alphas scent gland.They laid in silence, their breathing rhythmically bouncing off the walls.“We still have to name them, you know?” Yoongi mumbled against the pillow.Oh right. Names. Taehyung spent all those months thinking about himself yet he failed to think of names for his pups.Perfect.“I don't know what would be good enough for them.” The omega admitted, scenting the alpha as thoroughly as possible to comfort himself. The hospital was too different from his colorful walls back home. It made his stomach grow sick from the bland, sad energy surrounding the room. At least by scenting Yoongi he could sate himself in the unfamiliar territory.Yoongi hummed, promptly arching his neck to allow Taehyung to work his magic. “How about… Daehyun for our little beta? Sounds like yours.”“Mm, then our little alphas has to rhyme with yours. Maybe… maybe Yunhee? Like a flower.” Taehyung mumbled.His mate chuckled, squeezing his sides as he blessed Taehyung with his signature gummy smile. One that he had not seen in quite a while: “I couldn't think of anything better. Min Daehyun and Min Yunhee.”