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“I’m home!” Yoongi steps into the house. He mumbles something under his breath while he kicks his shoes off. He’s not exactly in a rush, he has all the time in the world after all– but he’s been looking forward to coming home. In one hand is a bouquet of flowers he got for Jimin, and in the other hand is a container of homemade jajangmyeon he asked Seοkjiո to make.

He only left Jimin alone for a few hours. No big deal.

Except, when he pulls the metal box out of the closet, he’s met with the sight of Jimin’s tear-filled eyes from inside.

Yoongi’s smile melts into a frown as he sets the case down on the floor and opens the glass in front of it, the hinges on the side of it help it function like a door. Jimin nearly leaps out. If Yoongi hadn’t been there to catch him, he would’ve landed on the floor painfully. Slick splashes out onto the floor with all the sudden movement.

“Mmmh!” Jimin wails. His sobs are muffled behind the gag in his mouth, and Yoongi has to shove him back inside. Thankfully, Yoongi had tied Jimin’s limbs securely enough that he wouldn’t try to get out again.

It’s fine, this is fine. He can’t escape like this. Calm down. Yoongi tells himself. 

He inhales Jimin’s omegean scent.  He smells like the sea breeze, like most omegas born in Busan do, but it’s sharper and more desperate. With the lack of scent blockers to lessen its intensity, it's obvious that the heat-inducing drugs have taken effect. 

“I got you food and flowers. Do you really want to act up now?” Yoongi asks.

Jimin sniffles and shakes his head.

The rest of the encounter is calmer by comparison. Jimin doesn’t say a word when Yoongi takes the gag off, and allows himself to be fed forkfuls of the jajangmyeon. He whispers a quiet ‘thank you’ with each bite, like the sweet little thing he is. 

“I missed you today. The others are still looking for you, you know?” 

Jimin’s eyes fill with tears again. His throat bobs like he wants to say something, but he stays silent.

Yoongi smiles tenderly at him, then pulls out a few of the Spireas from the bouquet. “There’s a reason why I don’t hang out with omegas. It’s not because I only like alphas…” He tucks a stem behind where the rope holds Jimin’s arm to his torso. “But because omegas like you wake up such an ugly part of me I wish I could contain. You shouldn’t have lied about being an alpha to get closer to us.”

“I-I’m sorry I did that,” Jimin croaks out. “But I don’t u-understand why you-”

“It doesn’t matter what it means. All you need to know is that you’re not going to get out of this, especially not after I knot you.” Yoongi continues to position the flowers all over Jimin’s body. “But don’t worry. You’re not gonna be alone for long.”

“What?”

Yoongi’s fingers make their way between Jimin’s legs. With just one touch to his clit, he shudders and spills even more slick all over Yoongi’s hand. A true slut. “I’m deciding on who else from the group to bring here. To keep you company.”

His thumb begins to press harshly into Jimin’s clit. Jimin whines long and loud, the smell of sea breeze filling up the entire room while he mindlessly humps against Yoongi’s long fingers. It’s easy to press a finger inside his cunt– then two– then three– until Yoongi has four stuffed inside his tight, wet fuckhole. His fingertips just barely graze against Jimin’s cervix. From the way Jimin shudders, he can tell that it hurts. But the shuddering and squeezing of his thighs tell Yoongi that it doesn’t hurt as much as it usually would.

Yoongi is a good alpha. He won’t damage Jimin. Not so soon, at least.

The ache from having the opening of his womb brushed against dissolves into a simmer. Heat nips at Jimin’s insides and he sobs, quivering, ready for a knot. Ready to be bred.

“Not yet.” Yoongi murmurs. He slots his mouth over Jimin’s mouth, swallowing his moans, feeding him spit like a baby bird. They stay like that for a few minutes. Yoongi strokes that spot within, over and over and over.

“Hyung,” Jimin hiccups wetly. He looks up at the alpha with damp eyelashes and rosy cheeks. “Ple-please, knot, kn-not, I need, need-”

“I know baby,” Yoongi coos, and Jimin keens at the endearment. “Tell me who you want to see first.”

“I d-don’t know–”

“C’mon.” Yoongi’s tone begins to get angrier. “Tell me. Now.”

Up until now, Jimin hasn’t ever gotten a whiff of Yoongi’s scent. He’d thought that Yoongi was just a calmer alpha, or maybe even a beta, especially because he’d never tried to scent anyone else in their friend group. But now, he smells nothing but smoke… and burning, raging fire. It fills up his lungs and sends him landing straight into a full-blown heat. 

There was no denying it now. Yoongi is an alpha.

Not just an alpha, Jimin realizes. An aggressive, territorial, and completely insane one. 

He wasn’t going to find a way out of this.

“Jimin.” Yoongi growls, his alpha voice seeping into his tone. Jimin feels like he’s going to pass out. 

“I don’t know! Please, please, I don’t know, ” Jimin sobs. He’s terrified out of his mind. “Fuck, fuck, f-fuck!”

“Hmm. We could start with Namjoon since he seems to be pretty concerned about your whereabouts. Or maybe Jungkook since he smells so similar to you…” Yoongi murmurs, mostly to himself. Jimin bites on his bottom lip to stifle his noises. "Seοkjiո, so he could take care of you like always, or Hoseok, your roommate..."

“I-I–”

“Or your self-proclaimed soulmate, Taehyung.”

The sound of Taehyung’s name makes Jimin stiffen, clenching down before he even realizes it. Yoongi’s pupils dilate in response to that. 

“No,” Jimin rushes, but it’s too late. “No, no, Y-Yoongi hyung–!”

His orgasm comes in a painful wave. It’s the unsatisfying kind, the one that sends him into hysterics as he pleads for a knot, struggling in his restraints. He bares his scent gland and pumps the air full of mating hormones.

Yoongi smiles serenely and pulls his fingers out. What follows is a torrent of liquid splattering, flowing onto the mess that had already been made. Jimin is incoherent, throwing his body onto Yoongi’s and nosing at his throat. He trills and whimpers, but there’s not much he can do while tied up. Completely at the mercy of an alpha who kidnapped him and kept him in a fucking closet.

“I’m not going to knot you yet.” Yoongi tells him. “But I will. I’m going to knot you and give you a litter of pups, like the good breeding bitch you’re meant to be.”

Hours later, Jimin sits atop Yoongi’s lap, still restrained, lost in the throes of his heat. Yoongi’s inflated knot kisses against where Jimin’s pussy is stretched out around his cock. Not quite in there. Jimin had screamed himself hoarse trying to convince Yoongi to knot him, to breed him, to give him so many pups that he can’t walk with how round and full he is… But Yoongi manages to steel his resolve despite the temptation. He’d already gone too far, indulging himself and starting it all a bit too early simply because Jimin hadn’t found any scent blockers to keep his secret under wraps.

Some would call it unluckiness. Yoongi would say he would've ended up here anyway. It was simply a matter of when and how.

Not like Yoongi didn’t already know of his true nature anyway. Out of everyone, Jimin was made to be fucked like this. The way the omega’s cunt squelched was proof of that.

He couldn’t ruin all his hard work now. Not when there were two more alphas and three more potential omegas. They were all on the brink of their heats and ruts, ready for the picking. Their closeness to each other had synced their cycles, and it was all going according to plan.

As Jimin uses his cock as heat relief, Yoongi sends Taehyung a simple text.

Taehyung is calm and quiet when Yoongi opens the door for him.

Oddly enough, he’s only been here once or twice in the five years he’s known Yoongi. The group always opted to hang out at Seοkjiո's house, and Yoongi spent so much time with Seοkjiո that it seemed more like they were roommates. It wasn’t exactly uncommon for an alpha to not live alone anyway.

“Where is he?” Taehyung asks, voice low. His nose scrunches minutely, probably from Yoongi’s scent. It’s unfamiliar. 

Yoongi can’t tell if he’s angry. Aside from his own scent, he can’t smell anything off of Taehyung. “He’s upstairs.”

Taehyung’s eyes dart to the stairs. Finally, he shows some form of emotion. It's a bunch of minute things, but Yoongi picks up on it quickly– the clench of his jaw, fingers twitching, earthy scent permeating in the air– from how his entire body slowly stiffens, Yoongi can tell that he’s just barely holding back from running up there. 

“That photo. Was that…”

Yoongi has to bite back a smile. “Go.”

That’s all the confirmation that Taehyung needed. He bolts up the stairs. The other alpha is hot on his heels to make sure nothing goes wrong. 

Right outside of Yoongi’s bedroom, Taehyung stops. The door is only slightly ajar but it’s more than enough to let Jimin’s scent waft out. Yoongi himself feels as if he’d just swallowed a mouthful of ocean water from how strong it is.

“Jimin-ah…” Taehyung moves into the room, trudging along like a man possessed. 

He’d been sick with worry, blowing up Jimin’s phone with texts and calls, visiting Hoseok’s apartment and crying himself to sleep in Jimin’s bed. Of course he’d do the same if anyone else in their friend group disappeared, but Jimin was different even if he’s an alpha. Jimin is his soulmate .

So, what exactly is the appropriate response to have, when you see your soulmate in heat, tied up, dripping all over your hyung’s bedsheets?

Yoongi figures he should have expected it when Taehyung turned around to throw a punch at his jaw.

“You son of a bitch!” Taehyung is furious, understandably so. The following crack that comes from Yoongi’s jaw only serves to worsen Taehyung’s bloodlust. It turns into a struggle for power between them very quickly.

Once upon a time, Taehyung would never even dream of laying a hand on his beloved Yoongi-hyung. But the entire situation had taken a massive toll on him. Taking away an omega that very clearly had a bond with an alpha without any warning would prove to be detrimental for his health.

“Calm the fuck down, you’re scaring him–” Yoongi hisses, groaning as Taehyung tosses him at the wall. “He’s in heat, fuck, Taehyung, use your head for a second!”

Yoongi was quick to overpower the younger alpha. Punches and bites and roars fill the space between them. Taehyung is inconsolable, blinded with waves of jealousy and anger and confusion. His mind is muddled with the thoughts flying through his brain– 

‘Why is Jimin here? He’s an omega? Did hyung knot him? Why did he disappear? I should’ve been the one to knot him. I hate Yoongi I hate Yoongi HE NEEDS TO DIE NOW NOW NOW–’

Taehyung is stunned when Yoongi slams him onto the floor with a solid thud. Yoongi’s hand digs into his hair and slams his head twice. Taehyung manages to dig his teeth into the flesh of Yoongi’s arm while he’s held down, but quickly lets go after the older alpha’s fingers press into his sternum, threatening to break through the bone and rip his heart out with his bare hands. It’s an instinctual response, not something alphas are biologically equipped to do anymore, but Yoongi’s darkened gaze tamps down on his initial anger.

Yoongi was smaller in stature, but he was the second eldest alpha in their group for a reason. It becomes clearer where they stand in terms of strength when Taehyung tries to push him off and it feels as if he’s pushing against a boulder. His arms flop to the ground, defeated. 

Tears bubble in Taehyung’s eyes, inhaling mouthfuls of sweet sea breeze and feeling like absolute shit. He let his instincts get the best of him. “Fuck,” He whispers, sucking his bleeding bottom lip into his mouth. “Hyung, I–”

“Shh. It’s okay.” Yoongi soothes him. He pets over his soft hair, scratching at his scalp the way he knows Taehyung likes it. “You were angry because Jimin’s your omega, right? Hyung understands. I really do.”

“I-I didn’t know,” Taehyung whispers. His head is spinning, cheek already swelling from how Yoongi had punched him in self-defense. “He’s my best friend. I should’ve known, I– I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“See, I kept him here because he was hiding his secret.” Yoongi explains patiently. The sight of Taehyung’s blood makes him dip his head down to lick at it. “I didn’t knot him. He was yours first.”

It’s then that Taehyung realizes he's jumped to conclusions too quickly. Why would Yoongi kidnap Jimin and send a picture to piss him off? Yoongi was a trustworthy alpha. He’d never do anything to purposefully hurt Taehyung. Right?

“He’s not anyone’s ,” Taehyung says, closing his eyes briefly to stop the room from spinning. “I had a feeling he was hiding something, but- all he has to do is get through his heat, right? I ordered scent blockers. We can keep him safe, hyung.”

Yoongi hums in response. Taehyung doesn’t move or try to shift Yoongi’s weight off of him again. At first he thinks nothing of it when Yoongi’s hand moves from his chest to his collarbone, then up to his throat. He only senses something is a bit off when Yoongi’s thumb presses into his scent gland as if to coax out more of his scent.

Then, Jimin whines pitifully. “Taetae…”

“Hyung, he’s calling for me,” Taehyung whispers. His temples throb painfully. “Can you get off me now?”

Yoongi says nothing.

“Taetae–! Hnng, Y-Yoongi, Tae, alphas, please–”

“Hyung!” Taehyung’s eyes pop open, but he has to close them again from how dizzy he is. Yoongi’s fingers massage at his scent gland patiently. “What are you doing? Get off of me!”

Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that, pup.”

Taehyung’s blood runs cold when he feels Yoongi’s hardened cock pressing against his stomach. 

He was hard. From Taehyung’s scent and distress.

Taehyung is a lovely alpha. Yoongi knows this well. He’s kind and more loving than most traditional alphas are. Strong, loyal, steadfast, and still so soft hearted. So trusting… All the qualities that Yoongi liked. He was perfect. 

And that’s why he’s going to properly bitch this alpha into submission.

Taehyung finally opens his eyes properly when Yoongi’s fingers hook into the band of his sweatpants to tug them down. Confusion swims in his eyes when Yoongi presses a lubed thumb against the pucker of his ass. “Hyung- I- I’m not an omega, stop it!”

“I know.” Yoongi responds gruffly. “Your rut is supposed to start today. Isn’t it?”

Suddenly, Taehyung’s lungs are filled with the scent of smoke again. It’s bitter on his tongue, repulsive in all the worst ways. Alphas usually didn’t fool around with other alphas like this unless their scents were compatible. 

He still didn’t fully understand what was going on. When Yoongi looks into his eyes, he can see the disbelief in them, the same kind that Jimin had when he had stuffed him into that metal box for the first time. 

“Stop it.” Taehyung’s voice quivers. “Stop touching me there.”

“Where, Tae?” Yoongi taunts. Taehyung grits his teeth and kicks at Yoongi uselessly. It seems, now, he begins to really comprehend what’s about to happen, especially with how the tip of Yoongi’s cock starts to press against his barely lubricated hole. “Here? You want me to stop touching here?”

Taehyung gathers what strength he has left and rolls over, legs flying out in a desperate attempt to put some space between himself and the other alpha. None of this was really making sense still, but his instincts were telling him that he needed to run as far as possible.

Yoongi just laughs at the attempt, even letting Taehyung crawl away while he looms above, like the sadistic son of a bitch he is.

This time around, when Yoongi tries to shove his cock into Taehyung’s hole again, the younger alpha fights back. He puts up a good fight this time around, shouting from the top of his lungs, hackles raised, snarling and clawing at Yoongi’s face, throwing his fists aimlessly and trying everything to get him off. The extra aggression only served to worsen his rut symptoms. His own body was betraying him, knot forming as Yoongi shoves his hips down onto the hardwood floor. Nails dig into the back of his neck and he wails.

He begs for Yoongi to stop, teetering between sounding sad and sounding furious. He goes as far as calling for his other hyungs. Jimin’s desperate cries from the bed ring in his ears. Putting up a fight is futile because he knows Yoongi is stronger, but he still struggles against how the alpha holds him down, shoving his face harshly into the ground.

It’s degrading. Taehyung’s skin crawls, panic seizing him as the head of Yoongi’s cock pushes in. Yoongi’s thumb traces around the stretched, pinkened rim.

“It hurts!” Taehyung hisses. “Fuck, fuck, take it out, hyung, HYUNG–”

Yoongi exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding. For as long as he’s known Taehyung, he’d wanted this. Watching him grow into the alpha he is today, nurturing trust and encouraging him to stay gentle, just to rip it all away. 

It’s a wonderful way to go, he thinks, as his cock sinks further into Taehyung’s hole. The slide is painful and dry, but Yoongi loves it. His mating pheremones leak into the air as he leans down and nibbles at the side of Taehyung’s neck. Taehyung blabs on and on about how this isn’t right, about how he doesn’t want this. His skin is feverish with his rut instincts eating him alive. He can’t even put up a fight as Yoongi lugs him up onto the bed, right next to where Jimin is, and finally pushes his cock all the way in.

Already, he can feel Taehyung’s alpha biology shifting to accommodate the change. He would still be an alpha, yes, but he’d forever be under Yoongi’s command, much like an omega, and only listen to him. Even his hole has begun to slicken up as Yoongi pounds into him, rough and uncaring. Taehyung shudders out a sob as he pops his knot painfully against Yoongi’s sheets.

“If only you could see yourself now,” Yoongi coos. “Can’t use that big, useless cock of yours until alpha’s bitched you properly–”

“I hate you!” Taehyung wails. The gravity of the situation hit him long ago. Was this what he’d done to Jimin too? Lied to him, lured him in, and violated him until he could no longer control himself? “Y-you pathetic excuse for a fucking alpha– you couldn’t even take me w-without manipulating me-”

“I held you down fair and square, you stupid bitch.” Yoongi growls. “I could’ve very well drugged you a long time ago, even before you presented as an alpha, could’ve f-fucking turned you into an omega– but I didn’t. You were meant to be an alpha.”

“Then why the fuck are you doing this to me?!” 

He thinks there might be a deeper reason. Maybe Taehyung had hurt him or did something wrong. His mind was scrambling for any reason, anything that would deny that Yoongi had done this for no good reason.

Yoongi’s hand loops around to grip onto Taehyung’s throat and smiles serenely. “Because I wanted to.”

There was no other reason. He was just a sadistic piece of shit.

Taehyung snarls, invigorated by another wave of anger surging through him. His gums ache with the urge to sink his teeth into an omega’s throat, or even to rip out Yoongi’s throat, but Yoongi grips him by the chin painfully and forces him to stare at Jimin.

“Look at him.” Yoongi commands. Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t make me mad now, Taehyung. I said look at him.”

He whimpers defeatedly and peels his eyes open. He’s met with the sight of Jimin’s pussy dripping, clenching, ruining the sheets even further. “Jimin,” He sobs. “Jimin, Jimin, ah- hyung, please, let me, let me knot–”

Yoongi groans as Taehyung begins to clench rhythmically around him. The base of his knot begins to form and Yoongi wastes no time shoving it inside before it inflates too much to fit. Taehyung feels it and immediately panics further, eyes still fixated on Jimin.

“No, no! Don’t knot me, don’t!” He screams. “Please! Yoongi, fuck, do-don’t–”

“It’s alpha to you, bitch.”

Taehyung whimpers in embarrassment. “No…”

“Say it.”

“...”

“SAY IT NOW,” Yoongi heaves, “OR I’LL CUT YOUR USELESS KNOT OPEN AND FEED IT TO JIMIN WHILE I KNOCK HIM UP–”

“ALPHA!” Taehyung trembles and sobs in defeat. He’s cried so much that his face is damp, snot running from his nose. “A-alpha, please don’t knot me-”

It’s too late for him too. Taehyung’s alpha instincts had already bowed to Yoongi the moment he’d first allowed himself to be held down. 

He cries as Yoongi’s knot inflates inside of him and Yoongi relishes in every sound he makes. Yoongi’s hips grind in small circles into Taehyung’s engorged prostate. His asshole leaks slick around where Yoongi’s knot continues to grow.

And when it finally pops, Taehyung slumps defeatedly.

The scent of earth becomes more concentrated as Taehyung’s hips grind mindlessly into Yoongi’s sheets, cumming pathetically with another alpha’s knot lodged deep in his ass. He’s been bitched into submission. But it isn’t over yet.

Taehyung is neck deep into his rut two hours later, but instead of mounting a silicone toy like he always did, he finds himself being mounted right next to his soulmate. For the third time.

Yoongi is enveloped by Taehyung’s scent. His usual scent is earthy, but every gulp of breath Yoongi takes makes him feel like he’s in a rainforest. Like how rain brings out the smell of the earth, but much more intensely. 

He whispers promises that he’ll take care of Taehyung as long as he behaves, and Taehyung nods tearfully, presenting himself on all fours. It takes a while for him to adjust to his new position, with his knot swinging uselessly as Yoongi fucks him senseless over and over again, but thanks to Yoongi’s guidance, he leans more and more into it.

“Gonna breed me, alpha? Gonna fill me up with loads and loads of cum?” Taehyung babbles. “I want it so bad, my hole’s so hungry for it, want your knot!”

“You're such a cock hungry whore–” Yoongi digs his nails into Taehyung’s hips. “Keep begging like that, bitch.”

Taehyung’s tongue lolls out, going crosseyed as Yoongi shoves a finger in alongside his dick, stretching out his rim even further.

A perfect knotslut indeed. Just like Yoongi knew he would be.

Taehyung is knocked out cold by the time Yoongi finally runs out of stamina. He curls his body around Jimin’s smaller one in his sleep. If they wake up and fuck each other’s brains out, then so be it. Yoongi got what he wanted regardless. A subservient alpha to help him take care of the rest of the omegas, and his phone to use to lure more of them in.

He logs into Taehyung’s twitter to send a tweet.

Maybe leaving his apartment while in pre-rut wasn’t the best decision to make, but Jungkook was never known for making good decisions anyway. There were bigger things to worry about, like Jimin.

He had a feeling something was wrong when Jimin had texted him a week and a half ago, asking him if he had any scent blockers. At the time he hadn’t thought much of it and couldn’t help, but ever since Jimin disappeared briefly, he regretted not doing more to help.

It was all going to be alright soon. The only reason why his rut instincts had kicked in sooner than intended was because he was worried about his friend. After making sure Jimin was alright, he could go home and deal with his rut in peace. 

A car pulls up to the front of his apartment. It looks nothing like Taehyung’s car, but when the window rolls down–

“Yoongi-hyung?” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What are you doing here?”

“Taehyung and Jimin are staying at my place. He let me know to come pick you up.”

Jungkook wonders why they’d be staying at Yoongi’s house of all places, but all he can think about is seeing Jimin. Seeing Yoongi is nice, too. He slides into the passenger’s seat.

The first thing that hits him is the smell of smoke. “Eugh. Did you light a cigarette in here or something, hyung?” 

Yoongi’s mouth twitches. “No. Sorry. Let me just–” He pulls out a spray with an unknown liquid and sprays some of it into the air, right in front of Jungkook.

“Mmmh. Okay. The smoke smells kinda strong,” Jungkook inhales carefully. The spray didn’t do much to deter the scent. “I think I kinda like it though.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

This was how their conversations often went if Jungkook wasn’t busy info dumping about his latest fixations or having deep heart-to-hearts. Yoongi is one of the alphas of the pack that Jungkook finds it the easiest to be touchy with, so it comes even easier to slip a hand into Yoongi’s free one for some tactile affection. 

The scent of smoke becomes stronger. It’s almost intoxicating, and Jungkook can’t quite put his finger on why he likes it as much as he does. He almost falls asleep right there, but they arrive at Yoongi’s house soon after.

Before Jungkook can rush out and run into the house, Yoongi’s hand tightens around his, keeping him in place.

“Hyung?”

“Remember what you said to me when you accidentally broke Seοkjiո’s vase and wanted me to keep it a secret?”

The suddenness of the question makes Jungkook laugh out loud. “That was months ago! Why are you bringing it up now? I want to go inside to see Jimin first, then we can talk.”

“I want us to talk now,” Yoongi says, quiet but firm. It’s enough to make Jungkook settle down despite the anticipation growing inside of him. 

“Okay,” Jungkook settles. “I do remember. But why are you asking?”

Yoongi thumbs over Jungkook’s skin. Their fingers are still intertwined. “Say it one more time. We can go inside after.”

A blush dusts Jungkook’s cheeks. Thankfully it’s dark enough that Yoongi (hopefully) can’t see it. “I trust you more than anyone.” 

Jungkook trusted all his hyungs and would quite literally lay his life down for all of them if needed because he knew all of them would do the same for him. But Yoongi had earned that trust with his quiet support, doting on Jungkook in his tender ways. Jungkook wonders where all of this was coming from.

Then Yoongi leans over the console to press a few fingers on the tender skin around Jungkook’s scent gland. Jungkook tenses up, hackles instinctively raising against his will. He refuses to let his alpha biology get the best of him and allows Yoongi to touch him. 

He pumps his scent into the air. It fills the car with the smell of the sea, though more potent with a twinge of bitterness from the initial aggression that comes with letting another alpha so close to his throat. Yoongi seems to enjoy it. “You’re in pre-rut, baby?”

Jungkook whimpers. “Y-yeah. It’s not bad yet, just started a few hours ago… But I just wanted to see Jimin first. Hnnh, can we please go?”

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon then.” Yoongi pulls away with a ghost of a smile still lingering on his mouth. 

The first thing that Jungkook sees in Yoongi’s bedroom is a damp bed. Nothing else. Oddly enough there’s only a faint scent, reminiscent of the ocean, and of dirt, but no sign of Jimin. 

“Ah. He must have gone somewhere.” Yoongi supplies, following right behind Jungkook where he stands in the doorway. “They did say they were hungry, so they might be back soon.”

“Oh.” Something in Jungkook’s instincts tells him that Yoongi is lying, but another whiff of the smokey scent is enough to placate him. “We should wait in the living room, then. If they aren’t back in twenty, I have to go home.”

“Yeah. I can text Taehyung if you want. Go head down, I just have to change the sheets.” Yoongi instructs. 

 Once Jungkook is out of earshot, Yoongi opens his closet to reveal both Taehyung and Jimin wrapped up in each others’ arms, with gags in their mouths and Jimin’s cunt stuffed full with Taehyung’s knot. At the sight of Yoongi, Taehyung whines lowly in his throat, reaching for his alpha, but Yoongi tsks at him.

“I could smell you through the fucking door,” Yoongi chides. His tone is harsh enough to make the younger alpha wince, but he runs his fingers through Taehyung’s hair affectionately. “You just have to wait for a little longer, alright? I’ll have him here with you soon. Be quiet and don’t make too much noise. Taehyung, come out when I call for you.”

Jimin looks up at Yoongi with red-rimmed eyes and dilated pupils. There’s still an air of defiance to him, not quite submitting to Yoongi’s whims but unable to fight his own instinctual needs. He whines behind his gag, squirming on Taehyung’s knot. 

Yoongi closes the closet door and leaves them be for the time being.

Jungkook sits in the living room, hands folded over his lap with that signature wide-eyed look that tells Yoongi that he’s feeling a little more disjointed than he wants to let on. He sits next to the alpha on the sofa.

“Where are they? I really hope they don’t take long. If my rut symptoms get worse I’ll have to go home, then it’ll be a week before I get to see Jimin again…” Jungkook whispers, worried. “I can’t wait that long.

“Don’t worry. Even if you hit your rut here, you can always stay in my bedroom. I can call your other hyungs to help.” 

“I can’t do that to you!” Jungkook seems a bit flustered. “I-I do trust you, but this is technically your territory still, hyung… I don’t want us to end up fighting like other alphas do.”

Jungkook still hasn’t put two and two together about Yoongi’s scent and therefore doesn’t notice the change in Yoongi’s scent right away. It does affect his body in some ways, from how he relaxes a bit, and how he feels a little more loose-limbed. “It’s okay,” Yoongi reaffirms in response to Jungkook, trying to make sure he was comfortable. “I wouldn’t have… offered if I would end up regretting it later.” His voice is in a low, smooth timbre, that comforting lazy drawl almost as if he’s just on the brink of falling asleep. Jungkook thinks he likes it. It manages to calm him down a bit.

And that’s when Yoongi picks up on it-- how the smell of sea salt becomes more potent, like he could almost choke on it, how it made him move closer to the younger alpha. He feels like he’s slowly being electrified, every nerve-ending screaming at him to just touch. He doesn't even hear what Jungkook says in response, because his mind feels like it’s just full of cotton.

Yoongi could blame it on his own existing feelings for Jungkook and the rest– but it was undeniable that Jungkook’s scent and presence in his home, surrounded by his own smokey scent, was triggering his own rut too.

He had to control himself. Jungkook is the youngest of their group, and perhaps that might’ve played a part in why he was losing himself to his instincts.

“What would you do if I did go in rut?” Jungkook asks out of genuine curiosity. “I can get a little intense sometimes. Namjoon-hyung bought me a new pillow because I tore it to shreds with my teeth.”

Yoongi almost salivates at the thought of a feral Jungkook. “Mmm. I’m not sure.”

“Hοbi-hyung said it might be because I presented just last year and can’t control myself yet, but I don’t think I’d tear up your sheets. I’d try not to. I dunno though. Would you be upset if I did? I’d buy you new sheets if you wanted.” Jungkook rambles. His fingernails dig into the flesh of his own thighs. Yoongi can tell he’s actively trying his best to not focus on the fact that his rut was barrelling into him, still determined to be able to see Jimin before going home.

His stubbornness would be his downfall.

“You’re talking as if you want to go into rut here.” Yoongi raises an eyebrow and watches as Jungkook swallows thickly. “I was under the impression that you wouldn’t like to be around other alphas during that.”

“I mean- ah, I like omegas, of course, they’re wonderful! But alphas, I- wait, don’t take this out of context! I just, I don’t mind alphas, you know? I’ve always had a crush on Namjoon-hyung, everyone knows that.”

Yoongi smiles. Having him admit it simply solidified his plans on what to do. “Alright. Then–” He scoots closer to Jungkook, and before the younger alpha can react, he says, “Why not go into rut here? Alpha will keep you safe.”

“What?” Jungkook wheezes. “No. I don’t think I…”

“You said you trusted me more than anyone.”

“I do! But I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Jungkook feels an inexplicable dread in the pit of his stomach, mixed with unknown emotions. Yoongi stares down at him, pins him with that dark, heavy gaze.

He’s seen that gaze before. 

“Okay. I think I should go!” Jungkook laughs, half-hearted and tense. He moves to stand, but Yoongi’s dominating aura is enough to make him pause.

Yoongi can smell Jungkook’s rut. It’s already begun, he can tell from Jungkook’s dilated pupils. The spray he’d used was finally taking effect. He makes a low rumbling sound that makes his chest vibrate. “Wait.” He whispers, like he’s a hunter trying not to scare off a skittish wild animal. He places his hand on Jungkook’s thigh, marvels at how it feels under his palms. He thumbs at the soft, unblemished skin there. God. He’s absolutely out of his mind.

Yoongi’s touch is electrifying. Jungkook may not know what to do, but his body surely does. Just that touch was already making his cock tingle and he whimpered softly at the feeling, at that heavy smokey scent invading his senses. It’s suffocating, now, making him dizzy and feel like he can’t move. Like he’s glued to where he’s sitting, forbidden to escape. He can’t say that he dislikes it. But he should. 

“Come on now. Hyung will take care of you.” Yoongi insists. He reaches over and thumbs at Jungkook’s scent gland, grinning at how the alpha immediately growls. Jungkook is just a little baby alpha. He’d never be able to fight back effectively.

Jungkook grits his teeth. “I can’t.”

“You can. I won’t tell anyone. You don’t have to feel ashamed.”

Yoongi’s words make Jungkook pause to think.

He shouldn’t be doing this, letting another alpha touch him like this, especially when he’d just told Yoongi not to take his words out of context. He should be ashamed of himself. He should yank his hand off and storm out.

There are a lot of things he should be doing.

“Jungkook.”

Instead, he places his hand on top of Yoongi’s and guides it to the bump in his sweatpants.

“Hyung,” Jungkook whines, thrusting his hips forward softly, trying to rut against the alpha’s big, big hand. “Hyung, please.” He’s never felt so unbelievably small as he does now. Small and needy. Why is he acting like this? 

“Please what?” Yoongi asks.

Jungkook licks his lips, rests his head against Yoongi’s shoulder, and inhales sharply. He moans at the scent and presses Yoongi’s hand even harder against his front. “D-do something, hyung. Before I change my mind.”

Yoongi knows he shouldn’t yet. He had planned this whole sequence of brainwashing Jungkook, but all of his plans were pretty much being thrown out the window. He genuinely shouldn’t fucking give in to his base alpha desires yet just because Jungkook was cute and attractive and would absolutely look fucking delicious split open on his knot. But logic takes the backseat for this one, and he couldn’t back out even if he tried. Not when Jungkook himself moves Yoongi’s hand inside his pants. Not when the baby alpha sounds so desperate, begging for it.

“Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi grins. “You’re asking me to bitch you? Is that what you want?” There’s no ounce of guilt to be found within him in response to this blatant manipulation. Jungkook wouldn’t know any better, he’s been spoiled rotten.

Jungkook blinks slowly at him. “You- you and the other alphas said that having sex with other alphas isn’t bad. So I don’t mind it.”

Somehow, that made it so much more arousing on Yoongi’s end. Jungkook truly did not know what bitching entailed.

What he’d done to Taehyung was only the surface level of it. Instinctually and emotionally, he owned Taehyung the way he would with an omega, but Taehyung was still an alpha by the end of it, because that is what Yoongi wanted. 

Yoongi was going to turn Jungkook into an omega.

Jungkook’s cock feels hot and heavy in his hand. Yoongi might go crazy from how willing Jungkook is, how much he truly put his trust into the older alpha. His own dick is already stirring in interest. 

“You’re so big here, Jungkook.” Yoongi coos. “Got such a big alpha cock, but you want to get knotted?”

The younger alpha growls, gritting his teeth painfully, trying not to direct his anger at Yoongi. Somehow the aggression only serves to amplify the arousal he feels. “Fuck you.” He says defiantly, though he doesn’t mean it.

Yoongi encircles the base of Jungkook’s cock with two fingers. The skin is thicker there, right where his knot forms, and he teases at it with a fingertip. The stimulation makes Jungkook’s cock pulse and harden further. “You’re all messy down here, omega.”

It’s derogatory . Jungkook lunges at Yoongi, embarrassed and fueled by his own alpha instincts to dominate. But Yoongi quickly pushes him down with a firm hand around his throat, nails digging into his scent gland. 

“I-I’m not- a fu-fucking omega!” Jungkook barks. And yet, he doesn’t make any other move to push Yoongi off of him. His scent grows more bitter and even stronger. He loves it. His entire body feels so hot that it almost burns. Yoongi knows it.

“Alright then, alpha.” Yoongi’s fingers teasing at the skin of his knot and digging into his scent gland have Jungkook bucking in his tight grasp, hands flying out to grip onto something. He digs his fingernails into his palms so tightly that his knuckles turn white. 

Jungkook doesn't have the ability to even consider or ask about the potential consequences for this at this point; the only thing that mattered to him right now was how good he felt. Rather, how good Yoongi was making him feel.

The instinctual anger and lust mix into an intoxicating cocktail. Jungkook barely even realizes it when he lunges at Yoongi again, growling and bloodthirsty, just so the older alpha can pin him down once again. His hands go up to grip onto Yoongi’s arm, scratching at it, gums aching with the urge to bite and mate, but Yoongi doesn’t entertain his anger. He’s subdued quickly by Yoongi ripping his pants off and pressing his thumb onto the tiny slit underneath Jungkook’s balls.

He’s a young, virile alpha– and Yoongi is going to take that away from him now.

"H-hyung," Jungkook gasps, body instinctively tightening up at the finger prodding that slit. Yoongi continues to massage it patiently, relishing in Jungkook’s whining. Jungkook drools all over himself, trickling down his chin and onto where Yoongi’s hand still stays firm on his neck. 

Yoongi coaxes the slit open patiently. Over and over. It helps that Jungkook is such a willing participant, so trusting. Somehow still so naive.

"Hyung-ah, it's too much," Jungkook sobs. All of it was too much. Yoongi’s pheromones were making his thoughts cloudy; he felt like he was floating, the only thing keeping him at bay being the alpha's hands on him. He's the only thing keeping him calm while simultaneously driving him insane with his touches, the way he teases at that slit, his finger beginning to press deeper and deeper inside with every second. And Yoongi doesn't stop, not until his knuckle is pressed deep into his hole. 

The shift was starting. Jungkook’s biology was morphing into that of an omega. "Oh," He sighs dreamily, closing his eyes. He's tense and tight; he knows it, and can feel his walls clenching around Yoongi’s finger.  He doesn't think he's ever had anything so big inside him his whole life. He’s never had anything inside of him. "Y-you're so- so deep," he says shakily. Even his ass clenches with the need to be filled up.

He’s scared, he didn’t think that that opening would be played with. But... It's okay. It'll be okay. Yoongi said he'll take care of him.

Yoongi can feel the sweat beading on his forehead, like any semblance of cold was sucked straight out of the room. It’s not surprising the soon-to-be omega was feeling hot, but Yoongi thinks he might be feeling particularly hotter, with the added arousal. It was scratching that itch in his brain to finally have Jungkook pinned under him. He said he’d take care of the omega, so that’s exactly what he does. He grips onto the hem of Jungkook’s shirt, lifts it a bit, and ghosts his fingertips over the exposed skin. It was warm but Yoongi couldn't focus on that. Even just that simple skin-on-skin contact makes him feel delirious, like he’s half out of his own body. 

Soon enough he becomes harsher with how he grips onto Jungkook’s flesh. Like it was his rightful duty, like he owned Jungkook. In his mind he did. He really, truly did.

Yoongi moves his finger in and out slowly, trying to let Jungkook’s new opening adjust to it. Slowly it begins to morph into a cunt. He wishes he could see the alpha’s pussy stretched around his finger, see the slick that was beginning to drip out of him, or look at how drenched he must be down there. But he leaves it to his imagination, for now, pulls his finger out, and continues to pull Jungkook’s shirt up. Yoongi pulls away briefly to have it go over his head. “Arms up.” He murmurs, slipping it off completely when the alpha does so.

Then Jungkook is entirely bare. Yoongi lets his eyes take in the sight of it, hungry despite his best efforts to keep his emotions quelled. Jungkook looks so beautiful. He can’t help himself when he lifts his free hand to thumb at a rosy nipple. 

"Hyung!" Jungkook squeaks upon the action,, flailing for a second. It sent a shiver throughout his entire body at the contact. His newly formed hole clenches, a wave of slick sliding down his legs, onto the couch. "O-oh, I-I didn't mean to do t-that, I-" He blushes red everywhere, unable to even continue the sentence. 

If there was one thing that shocked Yoongi, it had to be how responsive and sensitive Jungkook was. Just a single touch had Jungkook trembling and spilling all over him like water in a sieve, ruining the fabric of the couch “Fuck.” He curses, unable to help himself. Jungkook was going to drive him crazy. 

With the slick he’d gathered from Jungkook’s newly formed cunt, he lifts his hand and rubs it around the hardened nubs, making them all slippery too. Jungkook barely had any fat in his breasts, but Yoongi didn’t care. “Your tits are so sensitive, little one. Gushing all over. You like being touched here, hm?” He pinches lightly at each of them, rolling them between his fingertips, letting them get even more hard beneath his touch. His hand sneaks back between Jungkook’s legs. Couldn’t neglect that when Yoongi had clearly said he’d take care of Jungkook. 

For a moment, he pulls his other hand away from his nipple, tilts Jungkook’s head up to make the younger one lock eyes with him. “Eyes on me. Don’t look away, not even for a second.” He instructs, just as he pushes his finger back in. He curls it upwards, pushing against the soft, spongy roof, rubbing the place where Jungkook is stretched around his fingers in firm circles. The copious amounts of wetness make the slide filthy, he can hear the wet sounds of it in his ears.

It’s even easier to slip his cock in alongside his fingers. Jungkook has stopped fighting it. Even his alpha cock has shrunk down. Yoongi has only ever heard of this in history books. A full conversion of an alpha to an omega. 

Yoongi fucks into him so hard that Jungkook wails and flails beneath him, confused by the sensations, terrified by the change in his biology. But he has no time to think about it now, nor the mental capacity to think too hard. He’s in heat after all.

Even his scent has changed. He smells so similarly to Jimin now, lacking the bitter potency of an alpha scent. 

Jungkook almost chokes on his own saliva as Yoongi pounds into him. His head spins from the force of it, then Yoongi cuts off his air supply briefly. He can feel his heart pounding in his ears as Yoongi’s cock drives deep inside him. He carves a space into the new omega. There would be no turning back from this now.

“Look at you. Such a fucking whore for alpha’s cock. I bet you’d love it if Taehyung and Jimin saw you now, wouldn’t you?”

Jungkook shakes his head. He doesn’t even fully realize what’s happening. Yoongi’s knot forms at the sight of his big eyes, looking up at him so trustingly. 

“You’re hyung’s omega now, aren’t you?” Yoongi smiles serenely. Jungkook’s cock has fully shrunk down into a functioning clit, big and swollen and begging to be pinched. So he does just that.

“No!” Jungkook cries out. “I-I’m not a-”

“Yes, you are.” Yoongi insists. “Say it or I won’t let you cum.”

Jungkook can’t breathe. He’s going to die. He’s going to die if he doesn’t cum right now. His cunt pulses like he’s going to, the sensation overwhelming him, but the climax doesn’t come. “Hyung!” He wails.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

Jungkook’s mouth dribbles drool as he babbles and stutters, unable to fully form a coherent response. He tries so hard, even Yoongi can’t help but be endeared. He follows the trail of drool with his eyes, wants to lean in and lick it up and fuck his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth, swallow all the fucked out sounds he’s making and keep them lodged inside him forever. 

Distantly, he wonders if Jungkook’s mouth will taste as sweet as he smells. Maybe the omega will kiss him back eagerly, bite Yoongi's bottom lip and giggle. Or maybe he’ll let Yoongi take the lead and be soft and submissive, mouth open and pliant to let Yoongi do whatever he wishes. Gone is the alpha that had so much potential– now he was an omega. Yoongi had turned him into one.

The realization barely sinks into Jungkook's heat-ridden brain. He wails. 

“C’mon, Jungkook. Say you’re my pretty little omega bitch.” Yoongi fucks into him slowly now, in deeper and heavy thrusts. “Alpha will take care of you. I’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

Jungkook’s gut aches, wanting to be bred. He wants to cum. He wants Yoongi’s knot. He needs it.

“I-I’m alpha’s,” He heaves out in a sob. “I’m a-alpha’s omega bitch!”

Jungkook's cunt squirts and gushes so quickly and explosively that were it not for the protective layer of Yoongi’s clothing, his slick would've gotten the both of them drenched. It lasts for a full ten seconds, Jungkook's eyes rolling to the back of his head and the cry of "alpha" coming from his lips. 

Yoongi allows himself to pop his knot inside of Jungkook, pumping him full of cum. Jungkook sniffles and shudders, boneless where he lays underneath his alpha. Tears trickle down his cheeks.

“W-what did you do to me?” Jungkook whispers. 

“Nothing that you didn’t want.”

“I didn’t- I didn’t want this, you sicko!” 

“Oh yeah? Who’s gonna believe you?” Yoongi taunts him, hand tightening slowly around Jungkook’s throat again. Jungkook’s eyes widen as it continues to get tighter and tighter. “No one will. You’re not going to even step a fucking foot out of this house again. You belong to me. I’m going to rape your new omega pussy every single day until you get knocked up with Jimin too.”

The dread from earlier comes back in full force. Jungkook’s mouth gapes open and closes over and over, like a fish out of water. His hearing becomes dulled from the lack of oxygen.

Yoongi leans down and pecks his lips. “Sleep now, baby. I’ll get Taehyung to take care of you later.”

It’s only when darkness consumes him that he realizes that the subtle sweet scent of the ocean in Yoongi’s room didn’t belong to himself. He’d put too much of his trust in Yoongi, and now he was paying the price for it. 

The last thing he remembers is the smell of smoke and earth and Taehyung’s head appearing behind Yoongi. Both alphas stare him down as he finally passes out.