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Jungkook’s entire world ends on a chilly afternoon in the middle of December.
“I don’t understand,” he says, somewhat emptily. He holds a crumpled prescription in his hand, depleted of repeats. “I always—I never—Can you not just—”
The doctor eyes him sympathetically, as though she wishes there was something else she could do. “I’m really sorry, Jungkook,” she says softly. She reaches out, like she’s about to hold his hand, then decides against it, not knowing if the physical comfort is welcome. “I can’t keep prescribing you rut suppressants or alpha hormone suppressants. All I can give you are the scent blockers.”
“But I don’t understand why,” Jungkook repeats, growing frustrated. “I’ve been on them for years!”
“That’s the problem,” the doctor—or as Jungkook knows her, Dr. Kim—sighs, running a hand through her hair. “I told you at the start of this that these medications could only be a temporary solution.”
“Then what’s the permanent solution?”
She winces. “I'm afraid there isn’t one. I really am sorry, Jungkook. There just isn’t much research put into alpha suppressants. Most hormone scientists are focused on omega genetics. Sadly, that hasn’t changed in the time we’ve been working together.”
“I—I can’t be an alpha,” Jungkook stammers, staring at the floor. His heart is sinking, defeated, into the bottom of his stomach. Even if he were to attempt to get the medications from another doctor, all the pharmacies in the country would see his history. They’d never sell them to him and Jungkook can’t afford the black market rates. “I can’t be.”
Jungkook has been running from his alpha presentation for the past three years, ever since he had his first rut at the ripened age of freshly nineteen.
It was late, even for his family’s standards. They had an extensive history of late presentations, considering most alphas and omegas present by the time they’re eighteen; some even as young as sixteen. Jungkook had happily believed himself to be a beta, just like his parents, until mere days after his nineteenth birthday when he’d woken up in a sweat, heat bursting through his skin like his bedroom was a furnace and he was burning alive. At first, he’d been elated, thinking he was actually lucky enough to be presenting as an omega, until he’d realised there was no slickness between his legs—only a thick, aching knot, begging for release.
It’s not that Jungkook wanted to be an omega specifically, per se. He was completely happy as a beta. All Jungkook wanted was to be anything except an alpha.
Jungkook didn’t want to be an alpha because he was in love with one.
“There’s a medication in trial at the moment that works to reduce the period of your ruts!” Dr. Kim offers, and Jungkook feels guilty that she’s trying so hard and he’s giving her nothing in return. “It has incredible results, makes your ruts last as little as two days. The scent blockers will pass you as a beta for the most part, but they won’t be able to block the alpha scent during your ruts.” She winces then, reading from her notes on her computer, which does little to ease Jungkook’s worries. “You’re going to start feeling your alpha instincts returning as you wean off the hormone suppressants. It’ll probably be quite sudden. Nothing too extreme, really! But since most alphas learn very early on how to regulate those instincts, and you haven’t had that experience…”
“W-What instincts?” Jungkook asks nervously as the reality of the situation sinks in. “And I still don’t understand why I can’t keep taking my suppressants.”
Dr. Kim rattles them off like a grocery list. “Prone to irritation or jealousy, heightened physical arousal, the need to exert energy more often, courting behaviours, possessive tendencies. Lots of exercise will help regulate the physical side of things, and I highly recommend meditation as it will assist in decreasing your irritability. In terms of courting, omegas specifically—”
“I won’t be courting any omegas,” Jungkook interrupts, like he’s disgusted by the mere thought. “Look, can you please just tell me why I have to do this?”
“To be frank? Because we don’t know what they’ll do to you. Prolonged use of heat and omega suppressants have resulted in hospitalisation from severe fevers, sometimes even organ failure. The limited research we have from alpha suppressants shows sickness is more common the longer they are used. My main concern, though, is your bloodwork.” Dr. Kim pauses to bring up Jungkook’s charts. “We monitor it every six months to evaluate your alpha hormone levels. They’ve been slowly rising, which we assume is some sort of build up due to the suppressants, but because of the suppressants, your alpha traits haven’t shown. Your most recent blood work indicates that you have three times the amount of alpha hormones that you should have—honestly, I’m surprised you aren’t writhing around on the floor in the middle of a month-long rut right now.”
“A-And this wasn’t picked up earlier?”
“You didn’t even have double the normal amount last time, let alone three times. You were about 30% above average six months ago. You’re 300% now. Does that make sense?”
Jungkook barely remembers how to breathe.
The rest is background noise. Jungkook hears her telling him what's next; how his rut may come in the next few days, how it might be particularly painful, how he should expect to feel—but he doesn't really register it. He knows that the weaning off of the medication doesn't mean jack shit besides making sure he doesn't die. If he takes even a milligram less than his current prescribed amount of suppressants, he'll experience an alpha existence just as strongly as anyone not taking the medication at all. It's useless unless it's the correct dose. Dr. Kim told him this at the start.
"Do you understand, Jungkook?" she asks, handing him a sheet of paper with everything written down, even though Jungkook still can't process the words.
"Yes," he says, even though he's not sure he really does. He doesn't even sound like himself. Jungkook isn't sure he knows himself anymore, anyway.
After living as a beta for his entire life, what if alpha Jungkook is different?
The first and only time he had ever experienced a rut was on the morning of his presentation. He remembers being delirious, throwing off all of his clothes in some kind of feral daze, immediately pushing a pillow between his legs so he could hump into it like a rabid animal. The pillow had torn from the strength of his grip, tears slipping down his face as he came and felt no better. It hadn’t taken long for his roommates to wake up and they’re still the only ones who know Jungkook’s true classification. Even his parents don’t know. Jungkook didn’t want to take any chances.
Their names are Jimin and Taehyung, two betas that Jungkook continues to live with to this day. They roomed together through college and moved into a better place once it was done, but Jungkook still feels like their baby sometimes. They love to dote on him. That’s why it hadn’t been unusual for them to offer to help him through his rut, but Jungkook had been humiliated regardless, horrified at the thought of them seeing him in a state like that. At the time, Jimin had been the only one between the two of them that had been fucked by an alpha before, so he offered himself to Jungkook, reiterating over and over again that it was okay, they he didn’t need to cry, that it would all be over soon and everything would go back to just the way it was before.
To their horror, Jungkook couldn’t settle even after he knotted Jimin’s hole, apologizing the entire time, covering his face with a pillow. It wasn’t until Taehyung accidentally brushed a finger over Jungkook’s opening when trying to massage his balls that they realised maybe Jungkook needed something else—he whined, arching into the touch, whole body trembling with delight. Taehyung only needed to fuck him once and he passed out, completely sated. Jungkook needed to go again the next day, as ruts are more than a one-night affair, but it was easier for him to be comfortable with a cock inside him rather than his knot in someone else.
The day after his rut ended, Jungkook had marched straight to the doctor’s office to get a referral for an alpha specialist and gotten a prescription for suppressants as soon as he could. Deep in his heart, he knew he wouldn’t be able to be on them forever. Three years had passed so quickly, though, and now Jungkook is going to have to face the horror of his alpha hormones to their complete capacity for the first time.
Not to mention what he’s supposed to tell Yoongi now.
Jungkook had met Yoongi on his first day at college, the TA for one of his music electives, and had been enamoured by him from the start. Yoongi was just so cool and experienced; Jungkook could listen to him talk forever. He used to go to every single one of his office hours even if he didn’t have any questions, wanting to spend as much time with his new hyung as possible. Jungkook clinged to him hard enough that even after the semester was done, they stayed in contact. Neither of them are in school anymore, but Yoongi still buys Jungkook dinner three times a week. Jungkook thinks he’s been in love since that very first class. The issue is, though, that Yoongi is an alpha, and Jungkook hasn’t been so successful in actually courting him yet.
Whenever Jungkook builds up the courage to do it, he finds out Yoongi is seeing some omega, or that he’s back on dating apps or having casual sex. There’s nothing wrong with that, Jungkook knows, but he’s quite the romantic at heart and can’t imagine sex without emotion behind it. He worries that he’ll be interfering too much with Yoongi’s personal sexual life if he tries to actually ask him out or make a move. Maybe those are just excuses Jungkook makes because he doesn’t want to ruin what they have. Yoongi is everything to him. If he were to lose him, after four years of building what Jungkook hopes is the solid foundation for an eventual relationship, he would be devastated.
He’s perfectly happy being Yoongi’s friend forever, of course. If Yoongi doesn’t want to be with Jungkook like that, he’ll find a way to move on. Loving Yoongi could never be a bad thing, Jungkook knows this. Yoongi thinks love is delicate and beautiful—he hears it every day in Yoongi’s music. While Jungkook doesn’t think Yoongi would resent him for loving him, there’s always a chance that it could make things weird, no matter how much Yoongi may claim to accept it. There’s really no benefit to speculating, but Jungkook does it anyway. The only way to find out the truth is to ask and Jungkook would rather have his rut for a month straight.
“I can’t expect you guys to help me again,” Jungkook says, standing in his living room, staring at Jimin and Taehyung on the couch. “I know it’ll make you uncomfortable.” The trip home had been unbearable, lost in his thoughts as he imagined all the terrible things that could possibly happen now that he has to actually be an alpha. Jungkook barely knows what being an alpha means besides sometimes growling at people in public by accident and apologising for it with the guiltiest look on his face (he’s seen this happen and he never wants to experience it).
While Jimin and Taehyung had helped him through his first rut all those years ago, they’re dating now, and are in a pretty serious monogamous relationship. Jungkook knows they would help him again in a heartbeat, would help him through every single one of his ruts, but he also knows how much they’ll dislike doing it. Not that it would be a necessarily bad experience, because they love Jungkook and helping him makes them happy, but they’d be distressed over it all the same. Jungkook doesn’t want to intrude on their relationship like that even if they insist on it.
“Jungkook, you know we don’t—”
“It’s really not a big—”
“Please,” Jungkook sighs, interrupting them both. He’s so tired. “I—don’t want to, with you. I know you don’t want to. I know you’d rather not. It’s okay. It’s really okay.” Tears well at his eyes and he hates it. He hates that he gets so emotional so easily. “I’m fine!” he insists, before either one of them can comment on it. They look like they want to tackle him in a hug, wishing there was anything at all they could do to help besides offering their bodies. “It’s just—a lot. I’m gonna go lie down.”
The prospect of being an alpha is daunting and Jungkook doesn’t know how to handle it. He has three unread texts from Yoongi but he can’t bring himself to reply, snuggled into his bed feeling sorry for himself. What if he goes out with Yoongi tomorrow and hisses when an omega gets too close, or looks at Yoongi for too long? What if he can’t control his alpha instincts at all? Jungkook hasn’t learned, doesn’t know how to control himself, how to behave. Plus, he has to explain to Yoongi that he’s been lying about his presentation the entire time, and he knows Yoongi will be upset that Jungkook hasn’t told him yet, he just knows it.
There must be someone else I can spend my rut with , Jungkook thinks, wrapping himself around a pillow. There are rut facilities, but the idea of sleeping with a stranger leaves a sour taste in Jungkook’s mouth. He runs through all the people he’s close enough with to ask, crossing them off as he goes, none of them feeling quite right in his head. There’s Namjoon, an intern at the manhwa publishing company he also interns at, a sweet omega who smells like cotton candy and always buys Jungkook hot chocolate on Friday afternoons, but Jungkook doesn’t think he’d be comfortable with an omega. That rules out Yugyeom, too, and Mingyu, childhood friends of his that he still plays games with when they’re all online together. Minghao is on exchange in Indonesia and Eunwoo has a partner. Jin, his old tutor who now runs an event planning business, has a few weddings in Busan and won’t be around for the next couple of weeks. Hoseok, the beta who leads his dance troupe, is too much of an older brother figure to Jungkook for him to consider having sex with.
That only leaves Yoongi and Jungkook is finding it really hard not to cry.
It gets worse, because of course it does. The first day off his suppressants, Jungkook nearly punches a wall in frustration when he accidentally burns his toast. Yoongi posts a picture with his arms around a friend of his on Instagram and Jungkook has to work out for two hours to burn off the irrational jealousy that fills him with. The second day, he’s so horny he doesn’t know what to do with himself, and by the third day, he’s pretty sure his rut is coming on already.
“How do alphas do this every month?” Jungkook cries, tossing on his bed with the sheets on the floor, wearing nothing but a loose pair of boxer briefs. Jimin and Taehyung sit nearby, consoling him as best they can with their limited ability to do so. They bring him plenty of water, as well as cool cloths to dab at his profusely sweating skin, struggling to ease the burn. “I’m gonna die. I’m actually gonna die.”
“You won’t die,” Jimin tuts, tying Jungkook’s hair back to run an ice cube along the back of his neck, “you’re just being dramatic.”
“Have you ever had a rut, Jimin, huh?” Jungkook snaps, full of his unconscious alpha aggression. “Maybe you’d be dramatic too if you felt like you’d disintegrate into thin air if you didn’t get laid.”
“Shhh, none of that,” Taehyung soothes, turning the AC up higher even though he’s shivering. “What did we say about being unnecessarily snappy?”
“It’s my stupid alpha brain trying to make me do stupid alpha things,” Jungkook mumbles, pouting even as Jimin smiles and wipes down his arms with a fresh cloth. “If I give into the alpha brain then I am letting it win, and I am in control of my alpha body, and I don’t want to lose.”
“Putting that alpha competitiveness to good use, right?” Jimin points out, doing his best to make light of the situation even if Jungkook feels like things couldn’t be any worse.
“I think it might actually have more to do with the fact that he’s a Virgo,” Taehyung offers, which makes Jungkook laugh, then wince in pain. Laughing hurts. Everything hurts right now if he moves too much. If this is only the beginning, Jungkook isn’t sure he’ll last.
“I thought we agreed that star signs aren’t actually an accurate indicator of—”
“Hey, Jungkook?”
All three of them freeze.
“Jungkook? Jimin? Taehyung? Where are you guys?”
Jungkook hasn’t answered Yoongi’s calls in three days. Of course this was inevitable.
Jimin and Taehyung have been encouraging him to say something, anything at all, but Jungkook can barely manage to look at Yoongi’s name on his phone without wanting to throw up. He regrets giving Yoongi a key to their place when he hears him walking towards his door, steps slightly frantic, like he’s worried Jungkook may have disappeared. Considering he’s been ignoring him for longer than he ever has before, Jungkook supposes it’s not an unfair assumption.
Jimin and Taehyung both shout at once, warning Yoongi not to come in, but it’s too late. He’s already bursting through the door, Jungkook’s name in his mouth that dies on his tongue the second he gets a whiff of the room and literally recoils in shock, nose scrunching in apparent distaste.
Jungkook can’t help himself. He wails, distraught at the thought of Yoongi disliking his scent, horrified by his less-than-pleased reaction. All alphas want to smell good to their potential mates and Jungkook is no exception. Jungkook knows he smells like a rich dark chocolate, almost bitter if you taste it in the air for too long, but he’s never really thought about if it might not be desirable considering he’s been on scent blockers for so long. He’s still on them now, but the beginning of his rut drowns them out, taking over his body and flooding the room around him. Yoongi, on the other hand, has always smelled like sticky toffee, slightly burnt, with the faintest hint of smoke. Jungkook loves it. Jungkook loves everything about him.
“What the hell is going on?” Yoongi exclaims, eyeing the pile of Jungkook’s clothes on the floor, and the sheets, then the three of them all sitting on Jungkook’s bed rubbing ice cubes and wet cloths all over Jungkook’s body. “Why does it smell like… Like…”
“Like an alpha going into rut?” Taehyung supplies unhelpfully, wincing at his own words, his smile forced and awkward.
“Hi,” Jungkook greets weakly, wishing this could have happened literally any other way, wishing he could have told Yoongi before he found out like this, wishing everything was different. “Sorry I haven’t called.” He’s calmed down a little bit, but seeing Yoongi still hurts, and the initial recoil plays on repeat in his brain, torturing him over something he can’t control.
Yoongi takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to regain his bearings. Things click together pretty quickly, and he reacts exactly the way Jungkook thought he would. His shoulders relax, his eyes drop, and he whispers, “W-Why didn’t you tell me?”
Jungkook’s eyes well up again, heart shattering in his chest. His alpha is screaming inside, berating Jungkook for hurting his love, for making his potential mate look so sad. If he wasn’t being held down by two very determined betas, he’d be off the bed and crowding Yoongi against a wall already, nuzzling into his neck and purring for forgiveness. “I didn’t tell anyone!” he promises, tears slipping down his cheeks, making his vision blurry. “They only know because they caught my first rut! I’ve been on suppressants for years, and only now they’re—I’m not allowed to take them anymore and—I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to keep it a secret, I—” Taehyung and Jimin shush him softly, wiping the tears from his eyes and patting him with gentle hands. Yoongi looks physically pained, as though he’s desperate to comfort Jungkook as well, but all alphas know not to approach another alpha when they’re entering their rut. Yoongi doesn’t know how much Jungkook is longing for him.
Jimin explains on Jungkook’s behalf, and Yoongi looks increasingly hurt with every word, clutching the corner of his shirt in an iron grip. “There’s not a lot of research done on those suppressants, the adverse effects could be really bad,” he whispers, and Taehyung shoots him a look, eyebrows furrowing.
“That’s not helpful right now, hyung,” he scolds. “It’s already done. Right now we’re focused on making this rut bearable for Jungkook, okay?”
“Right,” Yoongi agrees, shaking himself out of it, suddenly determined. He’s always been good at centering himself when he goes off-task, fixating on the right things when he needs to. Jungkook has always admired him for it. “You’re right. What can I do?”
Jungkook whimpers. “Hyung,” he sobs, getting a little delirious. Yoongi smells so good and his rut is rapidly approaching, making it hard to breathe. He’s not blinded with need, though, not yet. He’s still conscious and aware of his surroundings. The pain, though, is nearly unbearable. “Hyung can help?”
Jimin and Taehyung both turn to Yoongi somewhat desperately, like they’re hoping he holds all the answers. Neither of them are very well equipped in how to handle an alpha’s rut when they haven’t had one in years. Jungkook certainly wasn’t this out-of-control the first time and they’re out of their depth. “I have, um. Toys. At home. Specifically designed to assist alpha’s during their…” He gestures vaguely at Jungkook, suddenly shy. “I can go pick them up—”
“No!” Jungkook protests, devastated at the thought of Yoongi leaving him. He shoots up from his position on the bed, reaching out to Yoongi with grabby hands. “No, hyung, don’t leave, please,” he begs, and Yoongi walks into his arms as though entranced, falling easily when Jungkook tugs him down onto the bed and squeezes him tight.
“Jungkook!” Jimin shouts, alarmed. “Careful, alphas don’t react well to—”
“It’s fine,” Yoongi insists, wrapping his own arms around Jungkook’s body, even baring his neck in order for Jungkook to snuggle into it. “I didn’t think me being close would help.”
“I can go with hyung,” Jungkook murmurs, pouting against Yoongi’s skin. He smells so good. “I-If hyung doesn’t mind,” he adds shyly, but his body feels like it’s about to explode and being close to Yoongi is the only thing that makes him feel even slightly better.
Yoongi smiles, but Jungkook doesn’t see it, too busy clinging to Yoongi’s body like he’ll disappear if he lets go. “Of course you can come with me. I’m happy to help with your rut. I was just worried that you wouldn’t want to be in another alpha’s territory, is all.”
“Alpha territory is stupid,” Jungkook grumbles, trying to hide the fact that his heart is soaring, “and so are alphas.”
“Well, you’re an alpha, apparently,” Yoongi jokes, but Jungkook can’t remember how to laugh, brain emptying out of his ears into mush beneath his head as he processes Yoongi’s words. He said them so offhandedly, like helping Jungkook sexually through this is a normal thing, like it’s no bigger a deal than doing his laundry. Jungkook can hardly believe it, convinced he must be in a dream. “Are you guys alright with that?” Yoongi adds, blinking up at Jimin and Taehyung, a concerned expression etched into his face.
Jimin scoffs. “What are we, his parents? He’s still in pre-rut and can make his own decisions. So it’s probably best for you to hurry on over there before his actual rut hits and he can’t even speak anymore, yeah?”
“I don’t wanna not be able to speak,” Jungkook sobs, a fresh set of tears spilling down his face, too emotional to be able to hold them back. His hormones are going so crazy right now he’s surprised he hasn’t already turned into a puddle of goo. Taehyung smacks Jimin on the shoulder, scolding him for “upsetting the baby alpha,” but Jungkook is too focused on Yoongi shushing him in his ear, cooing softly.
“He’s exaggerating,” he promises, pulling back a little bit to help Jungkook get up. “It’s okay, hyung’s gonna make everything better. Can you guys pack a bag for him please?” Yoongi directs his attention to the other two, and they spring into action, gathering clothes and toiletries and all of Jungkook’s other needs. Even though it’s the middle of the day, Yoongi hauls Jungkook out into his car still wearing only his boxer briefs, not wanting him to overheat. Jimin and Taehyung follow with his bag, fussing over getting him into the front seat, rattling off Jungkook’s favourite foods and drinks and sleeping positions.
“You know I know all of these things already,” Yoongi says, giving them both a pointed look. “He will be returned in safe hands, I promise.”
“Good, because if you hurt him…” Jimin trails off, smiling wickedly. “Well, he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself. We’ll be cheering him on from the sidelines when you face your fate.”
“Stop being dramatic,” Taehyung sighs, and then they’re gone, voices in the wind, the echo of a closed door. Jungkook feels like he’s drifting.
“Before you pass out,” Yoongi says quickly, starting the car but not moving, snapping his fingers in Jungkook’s ears. “This is really important.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook acknowledges, forcing himself to give Yoongi his full attention, fighting back sleep. He’s so tired all of a sudden. This rapid change of events is making him feel almost seasick.
“If the toys aren’t enough… I need to know what your thoughts are on, uh, on us sleeping together. I’m totally fine with it. We can do our best to avoid it, but I just want to know that if you start begging in your altered state of consciousness whether or not it’s actually okay, because I really don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”
Jungkook concludes he must be dreaming for sure. “I am… Perfectly happy with, uh, with that arrangement, should the situation become… Dire.”
“So that’s a yes?” Yoongi is serious, trying to catch his eye, mouth set into a firm line, eyes filled with sincerity. The whole car smells like toffee. If this is a dream, Jungkook never wants to wake up.
“Yes. I consent to us having sex,” Jungkook announces, like those are his dying words but he doesn’t quite believe them to be possible, then promptly falls asleep in the passenger seat.
If Jungkook thought his pre-rut was bad, when he wakes up, he realises his rut is actually exponentially worse. He’s lying in a bed that smells so much like Yoongi he feels like he’s drowning in it. His entire body is on fire, but he’s naked all over, completely bare on an empty mattress, cock straining hard against his stomach. He groans, muscle spasms racking through his whole body as if he had been recently hit by a truck. Everything hurts. When he opens his eyes he sees red.
“Jungkook?” he hears, the scent of warm toffee wafting closer, and Jungkook leans into it, chasing the smell. “I have water, here.” He feels hands reaching behind his back to sit him up, then a bottle being held at his lips, allowing him to sip. Jungkook doesn’t realise how dry his throat is until he starts drinking, and he easily finishes the bottle in seconds, gasping for air when he’s done. “There you go. We’re at my house now, okay? You sweat through your underwear so I took them off. Do you want something to eat?”
Jungkook shakes his head, vision coming into focus as he squirms, trapping his cock between his thighs and whimpering softly. “Need…” he trails off, catching Yoongi’s hand and nuzzling into his wrist. A whine builds in his throat, his scent so intoxicating that Jungkook feels drunk on it. If he was in a position to be embarrassed he would be, but right now all he can think about is settling this burning desire bubbling in the pit of his stomach, straining into his cock. “Please…”
Yoongi sounds somewhat breathless when he replies. “I’ve got you, baby. Here,” he offers, pushing a fleshlight into his hand, not letting go until Jungkook has it firm in his grip. “This is a knotting toy. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.” Jungkook blinks down at the toy, a clear, vulgar looking thing already slicked with lube. He’s half in Yoongi’s lap as he shoves his cock inside it, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to care, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and whispering sweet praises into his ear as he forces his cock all the way inside.
Jungkook sighs, feeling the first bit of relief he’s had in ages. The toy is deep and warm, squeezing around the base of his cock just like an opening would, ready for the taking. Jungkook doesn’t think as he begins to thrust, jerking both his hips and his hand in an uneven rhythm, chasing his pleasure. He cums in a measly thirty seconds, but his knot isn’t stimulated enough to form, so he keeps fucking into it even as his cum spills out from the sides and drips down his balls and over his hole. “That’s it,” Yoongi encourages, running a hand down Jungkook’s chest, then back up again to tangle in his hair, pulling softly. “I know it’s hard. Just a little more.”
The toy squeezes around the base of his cock again, and that’s when Jungkook feels his knot forming, clinging to the inside of the toy and stretching its rim. Unsurprisingly, it’s not the sensation that makes him cum—it’s Yoongi, lightly pulling at his hair, whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Jungkook cums again with a cry, body shivering from the aftershocks as well as the intense stimulation, the toy milking him dry as he cums and cums and cums.
It feels like it lasts forever as he fills the toy up, but even before he’s done, Jungkook knows it’s not enough. He feels slightly satisfied, only barely. His knot recedes in record speed, but he doesn’t soften, pulling his length out of the toy only for it to lie back against his stomach, his fluids dripping out from the toy onto his abdomen like an abstract painting. “Oh,” Yoongi exclaims softly, blinking in fascination. “Not any better?”
Jungkook shakes his head, forcing back tears. The heat rises all over again, balls pulled taut like he never emptied himself at all. “No,” he says, utterly disappointed, his rut no more bearable than it had been moments prior. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes next, like it’s his own fault.
“Hey, none of that,” Yoongi scolds, leading down to kiss him on the top of his head. Jungkook feels his body heat rise by at least three degrees. “All alphas are different. Do you remember what helped you through your last rut?”
Your last rut?
Images of thick cocks fill Jungkook’s brain, then he remembers them in his ass, stuffing Jungkook so thoroughly it makes his head spin. He remembers how amazing it had been to be filled with cock, the feeling of being pounded into over and over without mercy, brushing against his sensitive prostate and driving him crazy. He thinks about how a knot would feel inside of him, how Yoongi’s knot would feel inside of him…
How is Jungkook supposed to say any of this out loud?
“F-Fingers…” he manages, blushing at the word. It’s hard for him to stay focused, his own hole throbbing, aching to be fucked. Yoongi’s hands are so big and strong, not to mention the cool silver of the rings, his fingers dipping deep into Jungkook’s heat… Needless to say, he’s entranced, but can’t bring himself to say it. Yoongi has been the love of his life for so long. Not only has he just found out that Jungkook is an alpha, but he’s also probably about to find out that Jungkook is an alpha who thirsts for his cock. Jungkook thinks he might get the two mixed up and say he loves Yoongi in the middle of being asked to get fucked and that’s an outcome so traumatising even in his rut-muddled state he knows he doesn’t want it. Barely able to tell left from right, Jungkook shakes his head, turning around to hide in Yoongi’s chest.
Yoongi hauls him properly into his lap, rubbing his spine in soothing motions. “Fingers? What about them?”
Jungkook pouts, shaking his head again, but he can’t help himself as he humps against Yoongi’s stomach, crying gently. It’s humiliating but it feels so good he can’t stop. He can only watch as cum dribbles from the tip of his cock and rubs all over Yoongi’s shirt like an animal. “S-Sorry,” he blubbers, hiding his face behind his hands. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re fine, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi says and he sounds like he means it whole-heartedly. “Kook-ah, it’s really okay. Please tell hyung what’s wrong.”
Jungkook takes in a deep breath, trembling around it. “I-I have a, I have a d-dildo in my bag…” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, hoping Yoongi fills in the gaps. The hand on his back freezes, then moves again, barely a second of intermission.
“Oh, for me? I stretched myself while you were passed out, baby, I’ll be fine.”
“No,” Jungkook grumbles, fisting Yoongi’s shirt in his hands, wiggling from side to side in his lap and pouting in annoyance. “It’s not for you.”
Yoongi frowns. “Then…?”
“It’s for me,” Jungkook insists, frowning properly, grabbing Yoongi’s hand from behind him and pushing it down towards his ass. “For me .”
Yoongi freezes for a little while longer as the realisation kicks in for the second time that day. “But alphas in their rut… They need to knot,” he explains weakly, like what Jungkook is saying doesn’t make sense.
Jungkook crosses his arms in front of him, but Yoongi’s hands remain on his ass, which Jungkook takes as a good sign. “Yeah, I will. With something inside me.” It’s the most Jungkook’s brain can come up with in his current state, as desperate as he is. He’s surprised at his own ability to articulate anything at all, to be honest.
“Is it a knotting dildo?” Jungkook nods, looking away. “Oh. Wow.”
Jungkook gets impatient, squirming some more in Yoongi’s lap during his shocked stillness, his cock a very pressing matter between them. Holding himself up is becoming more and more difficult, so he ends up collapsing on Yoongi’s chest, nose pressed against his scent gland, hormones going crazy with need. Something feral builds in his chest as he pushes harder against Yoongi, licking over his scent gland without thinking twice about it, everything in his body telling him he has to.
Yoongi gasps, a hand flying to the back of Jungkook’s head, but he doesn’t pull him off. Alpha’s scent glands are like their own personal territory, and they certainly don’t like it when they’re scented by other alphas. Yoongi doesn’t seem to care, though, arching into the touch, panting madly. “I could do it,” he blurts, rapidly turning their bodies over so that Jungkook is lying beneath him. The world spins as Jungkook falls, and when his gaze comes back into focus, Yoongi is hovering above him with wide, eager eyes. “Instead of the knotting dildo. If sex is still something you want, that is.”
A fresh wave of shivers makes Jungkook’s back arch, mouth gaping open, eyes crossing in arousal. His cock brushes up against Yoongi’s stomach and he sees stars. “Please!” he begs, falling apart at the seams. His fingers tug at Yoongi’s clothes, wanting to get at his skin. “Yes, I want it, I want it so bad,” he babbles, not caring how desperate he sounds. Yoongi growls, an actual alpha growl, and Jungkook gasps as Yoongi’s mouth descends to his neck, kissing along his scent gland and biting a hickey into his throat. Jungkook feels claimed in the best way, pulling and pulling at Yoongi’s shirt until he finally takes it off, throwing it across the room. He grabs the lube, too, pushing the discarded toy off the bed and shakily opening the cap, dribbling way too much onto his fingers. Before Jungkook knows it, one of his legs is being thrown over Yoongi’s shoulder and a finger is prodding at his rim, feeling its way inside.
“Yes!” he shouts, sobbing happily as he’s filled, even though it isn’t by much. “Yes yes yes yes yes—!”
“So good,” Yoongi grunts, watching in awe as his finger slips in and out of Jungkook’s wet hole, like he can’t believe this is even happening. “You’re so tight and hot inside, holy fuck.”
“Need another, please, alpha, please!” Jungkook cries, barely noticing his use of the title, but it drives Yoongi crazy, enough that he happily pushes in a second finger next to the first even though Jungkook isn’t really ready for it. Yoongi isn’t used to having to grab more lube, since he’s only ever been with omegas in bed. The change isn’t bad, though. Jungkook in rut isn’t much different to an omega in heat, after all.
Yoongi scissors Jungkook open with care, even though his cock is pressing hard against the seam of his pants, aching for release. Just imagining Jungkook’s little hole wrapped tight around his thick knot makes Yoongi see stars. Jungkook is non-verbal at this point, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth as Yoongi presses in a third finger, shimmying down his pants and licking his lips at the delectable sight before him. Jungkook is so open and willing, his large cock getting bigger and bigger with every jab of Yoongi’s fingers, which is so mesmerising Yoongi almost wants to make him cum on his hand just like this. Instead, he’s ripping open a condom packet and sliding it over his cock before eagerly spreading Jungkook’s legs wide open to fill him the way he deserves.
Jungkook begins a mantra of Alpha! Alpha! Alpha! as Yoongi starts to thrust, which is making it incredibly hard for him to not come in three seconds flat. Jungkook looks down to see Yoongi’s cock pushing all the way inside of him, and it’s so lewd he feels his own knot already beginning to form around nothing but empty air. Yoongi grips it in his fist with a grunt, wanting to give Jungkook something to cum inside even if he doesn’t have anything. The toy is too far away to grab but it doesn’t look like Jungkook cares. His knot forms easily in Yoongi’s fist, locking into place, then he cums all over his own chest, back arching and legs trembling, entire body convulsing through the aftershocks.
Yoongi keeps going, biting his lip as he fucks Jungkook into overstimulation, cock hitting so deep inside of him that it feels heavenly. Jungkook lies limp, eyes rolled into the back of his head, but he keeps clenching around Yoongi’s cock anyway, begging him to keep going, to knot him the way he’s wanted to be knotted for years. It only takes a choked moan of Hyung! for Yoongi’s knot to form and lock into place, cumming into the condom pressed deep inside Jungkook’s hole, and a large part of Yoongi’s alpha is wishing they were doing it raw, just so that he could fill Jungkook up with his seed and claim him as his own.
Jungkook doesn’t remember much after that.
He wakes up clean, the heat of his rut quelled, at least for now. There’s a bath running in the other room, a plate of sandwiches beside him next to a large glass of water. The reality of what he’s just done sets in as Jungkook readily lunges for the food, taking sips of water between bites, feeling like he hasn’t eaten in days. The soreness of his ass tells him that none of this has been a dream, but he still doesn’t quite believe it. He actually had sex with Min Yoongi! With his hyung! With the love of his life! And he’s naked, in his bed , and a bath is being run for him, like they’re fucking dating or something! Jungkook thinks his head is going to explode before the second wave of his rut hits.
“Oh, you’re up,” Yoongi says, walking into the room with a smile. He’s certainly glowing, nowhere near as close to the internal breakdown Jungkook is suddenly having. “You weren’t out for long. I thought you’d like a cool bath before you light up again.”
Jungkook nods dazedly, accepting Yoongi’s help out of bed, too shocked to be embarrassed about his nakedness. Yoongi is handling this so much easier than Jungkook is. He’s beginning to fear that Yoongi makes it a regular habit of his to help other alphas through their ruts, but he does his best to push aside any of his irrational jealousies, wanting to focus on how grateful he is to have Yoongi here with him right now instead. “Hop in,” he encourages, settling himself on the toilet seat as Jungkook slips into the water. “Good, isn’t it?”
Jungkook nods, smiling softly. The coolness of the water certainly does help ease the burning of his skin and the painful twisting of his stomach. It does little to quell his butterflies, though, because Yoongi is looking at him and he’s naked in Yoongi’s bath and Yoongi is smiling. There’s only so much Jungkook’s poor heart can take. “Thank you,” he mumbles, dunking himself in the water, hoping to avoid conversation, but it hurts too much to keep it contained. Yoongi is sitting here staring at him with stars in his eyes and Jungkook can barely stand it. A part of him wants to ruin everything, wants to take what they have and crush it beneath his feet because it’s too beautiful to be real. So, “I love you,” he says, mouth just above the water, eyes closed as he utters the words into the air. They echo off the bathroom tiles, solidifying what Jungkook’s done, and he sinks beneath the surface, hoping that maybe when he emerges he’ll be home and still living as a beta and nothing will hurt anymore.
Instead, his head bubbles above the water and Yoongi says, “Okay. I love you, too.”
“N-No, you don’t get it,” Jungkook insists, shooting him a betrayed look, like he’s angry he has to explain himself further. “I mean romantically.”
Yoongi blinks, and his eyes soften into little crescent moons, beaming so widely it makes Jungkook’s own cheeks hurt. “Oh. That’s good. That’s what I meant, too.”
Everything slows down to a shuddering halt. Jungkook stares, mouth wide open, unable to process the words. Yoongi what? He what? Jungkook swears he must have misheard, but no matter how else he tries to interpret what Yoongi’s said, every answer comes back the same. He loves him. He loves him. He loves him. Even then, it doesn’t feel real. Maybe this is some kind of inception, Jungkook thinks. Maybe it’s just like the movie, and he’s dreaming within a dream, but he doesn’t know how to wake up. He doesn’t have a spinning top to tell him what’s real and what’s not. All he has is Yoongi, here in the bright bathroom, eyes crinkling at the corners and telling him the truth.
“I—you—but you’ve dated so many omegas!” Jungkook splutters, feeling very exposed all of a sudden. Yoongi’s gotten dressed again and Jungkook is the one sitting naked in a bath. “I’ve been crushing on you for years!”
“I thought you were only interested in other betas,” Yoongi admits, shrugging sheepishly. “I’d kind of resigned to my fate of pining after you forever.”
“Hold on,” Jungkook accuses, eyes narrowing. “You screwed your nose up in disgust when you smelled me.”
Yoongi shakes his head. “That wasn’t disgust! I was overwhelmed. You’ve never smelt like that before, I just—my alpha was used to you smelling a certain way as a beta.” He shrugs again. “My first instinct was that you’d been scented by another alpha. That’s why I made that face.”
“Oh,” Jungkook says, cheeks flushing red. “Oh, I see. Well, I’m glad you’re not repulsed by the fact I’m an alpha. I was hoping to win you over before you found out so it didn’t come as big of a shock.”
“Were you repressing your alpha hormones because of me ?” Yoongi exclaims, smacking Jungkook lightly on the head when he glances away in shame. “Jungkook! You know I studied hormonal biology for a while! There’s scientifically no way to stop the production of the alpha hormone.” It’s true—Yoongi had done science for two years before moving onto his own path, away from what his parents expected of him. His heart belonged with music, it always has. “It’ll just have been building up for years, you have no idea how dangerous this could have been.”
“I mean,” Jungkook says, eyeing Yoongi hopefully. “Maybe that means my rut will be extra long, and you’ll have to keep fucking me forever.”
Yoongi glares at him, letting out a playful growl that sends shivers down Jungkook’s spine. “Be careful what you wish for. I’d get out of that bath before I take you in it.”
It’s barely a threat, in Jungkook’s opinion, but he still giggles as he lets the water drain, tackling Yoongi to the floor in order to capture his lips in a messy, lust-fuelled kiss. They can have a tender one later, when Jungkook’s cock isn’t filling up again against Yoongi’s hip, or he’s not tearing Yoongi’s clothes off in order to wrap his mouth around his dick. Lots of things can come later, Jungkook thinks. He can’t wait to tell everyone.
Maybe Jungkook’s entire world isn’t ending after all. Maybe this is just the beginning.