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moodboard by: tes
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Things were fine when Taehyung first woke up that morning. The past few days of his preheat were standard — a gradual cycle between exhaustion and the inability to sleep, the slight loss of appetite, and the beginnings of warmth simmering under his skin.
When he eventually left for class, he only felt a little more tired than usual but was confident that he could make it through his day of classes. He planned to come back to his place after classes finished, grab his things, and head over to Yoongi’s, his beta hyung who usually helped him with his heat.
But as the day went on, his exhaustion intensified, and the telltale discomfort that came from his pending heat settled over him. He still had one more class, which he debated skipping in favor of going to his hyung’s dorm and building his nest so he could sleep before his heat fully hit.
In the end, he decides to go but regrets it the minute he takes his seat.
The chair is more uncomfortable than it usually is, and Taehyung fights to keep still where he sits. The various scents in the room burn Taehyung’s nose more than usual, and the displeasure of Taehyung’s omega distracts him from whatever the professor is saying.
It doesn’t help that people are not so discreetly looking at him, which can only mean that his blackberry scent must be getting stronger. Irritation rises the more people glance at him, and at one point, he flashes his fangs at one alpha that tries to lean into his space.
He wastes no time leaving the lecture hall once the class is over, pulling out his phone to text his hyung.
Me [17:52]
Hyung, my heat’s going to start soon…
I’m done with class, so I’m just going to your dorm and I’ll wait for you there.
He pockets his phone and exhales without waiting for an answer, the urge to settle somewhere and nest intensifying. He heads towards the opposite side of campus for the graduate student apartment building where Yoongi stays. If he’d been of a clearer mind, he would have gone home first to get more of his things and wait for his hyung before heading to his apartment without him.
He sneaks into the building behind a group of students, deliberately choosing a side of the building where he knows there’s usually no desk security. He takes the stairs, going up the few flights to where he remembers Yoongi’s room is, the thought of being in the elevator with strangers and foreign scents nauseating.
Pulling out his phone while walking down the hall of Yoongi’s floor, disappointment flashes through him when he finds that Yoongi still hasn’t replied to or seen his message. He comes to a stop outside of Yoongi’s room, chewing on his bottom lip before he exhales and decides to call him.
A wave of dizziness rolls over him as the dial tone rings, and Taehyung slumps against the wall next to Yoongi’s dorm room.
“Come on, hyung,” Taehyung grumbles. “Please pick up.”
But Yoongi doesn’t pick up. Taehyung hangs up when the voice message recording begins, his omega pacing restlessly in the back of his mind. He closes his eyes, unsure of what to do. There really isn’t much he can do — either he goes to his own dorm to go through his heat alone, or he can wait and hope that Yoongi replies to him soon.
He startles when he hears the door next to him unlock, opening his eyes to see someone come flying out. Confusion ripples through him as he watches the person’s figure retreat down the hall, unsure as to why someone would have been in Yoongi’s room. Yoongi would have told him that he was planning on having guests over, especially when he knows Taehyung’s heat is approaching.
The sound of the door hissing closed catches Taehyung’s attention, and in a random burst of strength, he jumps forward to stop it from closing completely.
He slips through the door with a sigh, closing his eyes and letting the door click shut behind him. Inhaling deeply, his eyes snap open when the scent of vanilla liqueur drifts under his nose. Instantly, he knows he’s walked into the wrong room, and suddenly the moment from earlier makes more sense. This isn’t Yoongi’s room, and this is not his hyung’s scent.
But when he tries to turn around to leave the room, he can’t. His omega is on high alert and refuses to let him leave. Mate, his omega claims. Instead, he moves further into the apartment with another breath, the vanilla liqueur aroma growing stronger and rolling over him in gentle waves.
By now, Taehyung is of the same mind as his omega. This is the best scent he’s ever been close to in his life, and he needs more. He needs to be surrounded by it, if not completely covered in it.
He continues to take deep breaths, following the scent into the bedroom on the left. His mouth waters, his body grows warmer, and slick trickles from his hole when a wall of vanilla liqueur hits him. The bedroom is drenched in the scent of alpha, pulling Taehyung further into a familiar haze. Distantly, as his instincts drive him forward, he knows that he shouldn’t be this comfortable in what is clearly a stranger’s room.
But the scent calls to him, pulling him further into the room, and before Taehyung knows it, he’s perched on the bed, his omega claiming the perfect place to build his nest.
The sound of something buzzing pulls him slightly out of his haze, but when he starts to look down at his phone, his eyes catch sight of a sweater. It’s draped over the back of the chair, and Taehyung drops his phone in favor of reaching for it. He brings it to his nose, inhaling deeply and purring with the scent of vanilla liqueur that’s all over the sweater.
He looks between the bed and the sweater in his hand, the itch to nest intensifying. He drops the sweater on the bed, eyes roaming the room for more things to build the perfect nest. He slides off the bed when he notices the closet and pulls it open. He frowns at the clothes hanging, most of them only holding a faint trace of the scent that captivates his senses. Dropping his gaze to the floor, he mirrors his omega’s excitement when he finds a pile of clothes, kneeling and reaching for them.
He’s pleased to find them drenched in the alpha’s scent and immediately takes the pile of clothes — tank tops and shorts likely used for working out, t-shirts, long-sleeved shirts, a sweater vest, sweatpants, several pairs of underwear, a towel, a beanie, and a few other sweaters.
If Taehyung wasn’t so deep in his heat headspace, he would have been mortified by just how drawn he was to this clothing. But with the guidance of his omega, Taehyung carries the pile of clothes over to the bed, carefully arranging everything around him.
He frowns when he’s done, still not quite satisfied, and his gaze returns to the clothes hanging in the closet. Carefully stepping over the beginnings of his nest, he pulls the clothes off their hangers and carries them over to the bed. He runs his wrists and neck over the clothes, adding his scent to each item before weaving and tucking them into the nest he’s started to build.
Finally, Taehyung sits back, a low satisfied purr leaving his throat when he looks over the nest he’s completed. It’s definitely the best nest he’s built, especially since his alpha’s scent blends perfectly with his. Just in time, as a wave of heat rolls over him and more slick trickles from his hole. Blackberry fills the room, weaving between the sweet vanilla liqueur that hangs in the air, and Taehyung fights to keep his eyes open.
He has maybe another hour or so before his heat finally arrives. The clothes that he wears now scream discomfort, even though he dressed in loose clothing just like he has all week. He quickly strips down to his underwear and tucks his clothes into various parts of the nest.
Lying back with a sigh, he pulls one of the blankets over him, his omega purring as the scent of their alpha wraps around him. Taehyung lets out a satisfied, sleepy hum and slowly drifts off to sleep.
Taehyung wakes up with a low whine, skin burning and drenched in slick and sweat. The bedroom is much darker, the sun already set. He slowly pushes himself to sit up, the blanket pooling around his waist as he lifts a hand to rub his eyes.
“Alpha,” Taehyung finds himself whimpering, the nest feeling like something is missing.
Still, he tenses when he distantly hears the sound of the door unlocking. With his omega on high alert, he quickly shifts onto his knees as the footsteps grow closer, ready to pounce at the potential stranger threatening his nest.
But a familiar scent hits his nose the moment the “intruder” steps through the bedroom door, and Taehyung all but relaxes.
Alpha’s here. We’re safe.
In his haze, he fails to notice the surprise in the alpha’s expression and scent. He blinks rapidly when light suddenly floods the room and almost comes out of his heat haze when he realizes just whose room he’s in.
Kim Namjoon, one of the campus’ most popular TAs stands in front of him, eyebrows scrunched together as he looks over the room before they settle on Taehyung. Even though Taehyung never had any classes with him, everyone on campus knows who he is in all his brilliance. Here he was, in Namjoon’s bed, nesting because his omega claimed him as his mate.
“Wha— Who are you?” Namjoon asks, taking a step back and freezing when Taehyung whimpers.
If Taehyung were a little more clear-headed, he might have laughed at the way Namjoon’s eyebrows rise in concern, especially when Taehyung’s distress seeps into his scent.
“Hey—” Namjoon starts softly but is interrupted by the sound of the door opening again.
Taehyung shifts into the corner of his nest, pulling the blanket close and baring his teeth at the slightest hint of a threat. It must provoke something in Namjoon, the alpha whirling around on the approaching person to snarl at them.
“Namjoon, what the fuck?” a familiar voice questions.
Taehyung instantly relaxes, and while his omega is still displeased, he knows that he’s safe.
“Yoongi-hyung?” he calls, and Namjoon cuts off mid-growl, eyebrows knitting together again.
“Taehyung-ah?” Yoongi calls back, peeking his head through the doorway, expression turning relieved when he makes eye contact with Taehyung. He shifts to take a step forward and freezes when a soft snarl rises from Taehyung’s throat and is echoed by Namjoon. Namjoon’s hand grips Yoongi’s arm, flecks of soft sage green floating in his eyes.
Yoongi looks between them through narrowed eyes before taking a step back. He peels Namjoon’s hand from his arm, the corner of his lips quirking up when both Namjoon and Taehyung finally quiet down. “Huh,” he starts, turning to look back at Taehyung. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay. You don’t know how scared I was when I saw your messages, then went to my dorm room and didn’t see you there.”
Taehyung hums, not really paying attention to his hyung’s words. His gaze has shifted back to Namjoon, whose eyes have cleared now that Yoongi has stepped back. The alpha’s eyebrows are knit and his jaw is clenched, torn between confusion over not just Taehyung’s presence but also the need to push Yoongi further away from the omega nesting in his room.
Yoongi huffs a laugh when he follows Taehyung’s gaze to Namjoon. “Why am I even wasting my breath?” He turns to face Namjoon fully, who puffs his chest slightly. “None of that, Namjoon-ah. Taehyung’s omega has clearly claimed you, and I’m not going to interfere. But you better take the best care of him and treat him like the most precious person in the world, or I will rip your knot off. Understand?”
Namjoon tips his chin defiantly, eyes flashing at the implication that he can’t take good care of Taehyung, but Yoongi holds his gaze. Finally, Namjoon slumps slightly, exposing his neck in the barest hint of submission to his hyung. “I understand, hyung.”
“Good,” Yoongi says, stepping out of the doorway. “Why don’t you get him in the shower so he’s a little more clear-headed to establish his boundaries, and I’ll text you with some other things that might help.”
Namjoon nods, waiting until the door shuts behind Yoongi before he turns back and steps into the room. Taehyung watches Namjoon carefully approach, his inner omega ecstatic that their alpha is coming to join them in their nest. An intense wave of heat rolls over him, causing Taehyung to slump forward, but the pain is alleviated when Namjoon places a gentle hand on his nape.
Taehyung’s eyes slip shut, and he leans into the grounding touch.
“Omega,” Namjoon murmurs, “will you do something for me?”
Taehyung nods, his omega ready to submit and do anything for their alpha.
“I’m going to carry you out of the nest, just for a little bit,” Namjoon continues, squeezing his hand around Taehyung’s nape slightly, and shushing him gently to calm him when Taehyung tenses at the suggestion to leave the safety of his nest. “It’s okay, Al— I’ll keep you safe. Just want to cool you down a bit so we can talk, okay?”
Taehyung hesitates but eventually nods, curling into Namjoon’s firm chest when the alpha lifts him into his arms. Namjoon’s chest rumbles under him, the sound soothing as he’s carried through the apartment and into the bathroom across from the bedroom. He barely notices Namjoon turn on the shower, instead focusing on the warmth and the vanilla liqueur scent that envelop him.
He whines slightly when Namjoon gently sets him on his feet and guides him into the shower, and instantly tries to move away from the cold water. But one look up at the alpha keeps him in place, and the heat haze gradually gives way to embarrassment the longer he’s under the shower.
“Fuck, Namjoon-ssi, I’m so—” Taehyung starts, shivering under the water.
“No, no,” Namjoon interrupts him. “No need to apologize, Taehyung-ah. Is it okay if we’re informal? Especially if I’m going to take care of you…”
“You want to take care of me?” Taehyung asks, wrapping his arms around himself and looking up at the alpha with wide eyes.
Namjoon nods. “Yeah. I mean, only if you want me to. That’s why I brought you here so that we can establish any boundaries.” He motions at the shower, and Taehyung huffs a laugh.
With the heat haze pushed back and a much clearer mind, Taehyung can see the way one of Namjoon’s hands is clenched at his side, as if he’s fighting the urge to reach for Taehyung and pull him out of the shower. But Namjoon is right, they need to establish boundaries if Namjoon is going to take care of him through his heat.
“Well then, hyung,” Taehyung says, reveling in the way Namjoon’s eyes widen. “I’d love for you to take care of me. I think I remember Yoongi-hyung saying he’d text you, but once we get back to your bedroom, my heat is going to return full force. I’m fine with being knotted, and you can bite me everywhere except… well.” He tilts his neck slightly, drinking in the way Namjoon’s scent spikes and the flash of sage green in his eyes. “You’ll have to court me first for that. But you can mark me.”
He watches the way Namjoon’s throat bobs, already wanting to leave a mark of his own on the alpha’s neck. At this point, the cold shower is losing its intended effect, and Taehyung reaches over to shut off the water. “Is that okay, alpha?” He turns to look up, meeting the alpha’s dark gaze, heat rolling over his skin.
“Yeah,” Namjoon replies, voice rough as the edges of his eyes are tinged in sage green. “I’ll take good care of you, omega.”
“Good,” Taehyung murmurs, the heat haze slowly settling back over him. “Take me back to my nest?”
“Wait—” Namjoon reaches to the side, grabbing a towel, and drapes it around Taehyung. Taehyung can’t help but purr as the alpha’s scent settles around him while the alpha wipes him dry. Namjoon pauses, hand hovering over the waistband of Taehyung’s underwear, wet and clinging to his skin from the shower. “Is it okay if I take this off? Do you want me to get you a new pair?”
Taehyung shakes his head. “It would get ruined anyway.”
Namjoon nods, inhaling deeply as he helps Taehyung out of his underwear before wrapping the towel around him and pulling the omega into his arms. Taehyung bites back a whine, already disliking the way the towel feels on his skin now that the heat haze is back.
But it doesn’t take long for Namjoon to stride out of the bathroom to his bedroom, carefully placing Taehyung in the nest and pulling the towel off of him. Taehyung immediately grabs the towel, tugging it from the alpha’s hands, and adds it to another corner of his nest with a smile.
While Taehyung is busy rearranging his nest, Namjoon sneaks out of the room, and the alpha can be heard moving around the apartment. When he turns back from his nest, Namjoon is standing next to the bed with water and snacks close by, and both of their phones are plugged into the wall.
“Omega,” Namjoon calls, stretching out his arm for Taehyung to come close. Taehyung moves to the edge of the nest, and Namjoon lifts one of the water bottles and holds it to Taehyung’s lips. Taehyung closes his eyes and drinks, letting Namjoon feed him pieces of fruit when he’s done drinking.
Taehyung’s omega is pleased with the care from their alpha so far, and he opens his eyes, looking up to meet Namjoon’s gaze. “Come in, alpha,” Taehyung murmurs, giving Namjoon permission to enter his nest.
Namjoon wastes no time crawling into the nest, carefully ensuring that he doesn’t destroy Taehyung’s work. Taehyung revels in the way Namjoon crowds him, falling back into the sheets and baring his neck. He smiles when the aroma of vanilla liqueur thickens, Namjoon diving down to brush his nose over Taehyung’s neck, breathing deeply.
“Alpha,” Taehyung sighs when Namjoon replaces his nose with his lips, placing gentle kisses on his skin. “Alpha, kiss me.”
Namjoon hums, kissing his way up Taehyung’s neck and jaw before hovering over his lips. Taehyung’s lips part in anticipation, and Namjoon swallows the sigh that leaves them when he finally closes the distance. The kiss is a cool wave of relief over Taehyung’s body and everything he didn’t know he needed. There’s no one else that Taehyung wants to be with, this alpha is his.
He whimpers when Namjoon’s fangs catch on his lips, tongue swiping beneath his teeth. He whines when he wraps his arms around the alpha, realizing that in his haste to have the alpha in his nest, Namjoon is still clothed. He brings his hands to the alpha’s chest to push him away, whining again when Namjoon initially resists.
When Namjoon finally pulls away with one last tug of Taehyung’s bottom lip between his teeth, the alpha’s eyes are completely sage green, indicating his inner alpha’s presence when he looks down at Taehyung.
“Off,” Taehyung demands, tugging at Namjoon’s clothes.
Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to comply, ripping his shirt over his head and stripping his pants and underwear off. He lets Taehyung add the items to his nest before parting his legs and tugging the alpha between them. Taehyung hums as Namjoon settles over him and presses their lips back together, wrapping his arms around him to pull him close.
Namjoon growls softly against his lips, hands gliding down Taehyung’s sides before settling at his waist. The room blooms with their scents — blackberry and vanilla liqueur weaving as the two move together. Namjoon plants more kisses along Taehyung’s jaw and neck, before slowly kissing down his torso.
Taehyung arches into him, slick dripping down his thighs. He whines when Namjoon kisses around his now hard dick, continuing down his thighs. His whine quickly tapers off into a silent cry when Namjoon licks the slick off his thigh, gripping it to suck several marks into the meat of his thigh. He nips at each mark before moving to do the same to his other thigh, Taehyung trembling in the sheets as he becomes more aware of just how empty he is.
Namjoon senses this, pushing Taehyung's legs back while trailing kisses down the back of his thighs until his lips ghost over Taehyung’s rim. Slick immediately spills from Taehyung’s hole, and a low rumble leaves Namjoon when it falls onto his waiting tongue. Taehyung immediately reaches for Namjoon’s hair when the alpha surges forward, wrapping his arms around Taehyung’s waist while lapping almost feverishly at his hole.
Taehyung grinds down with soft, pleasured sighs while Namjoon licks over then thrusts his tongue into his hole with low, quiet grunts. He opens his mouth to speak, wanting more, but Namjoon knows, pushing in a finger alongside his tongue. One finger turns to two, and two turns to three, with Taehyung letting out needy moans as his pleasure builds.
“Alpha,” Taehyung slurs, and Namjoon, ever so attentive to his needs, slips his fingers out of Taehyung and licks over his hole one final time before shifting to his knees.
The steady touch of Namjoon’s hand on Taehyung's waist calms him as he writhes in anticipation, his skin burning with need. Namjoon knows better than to tease, his low groan in harmony with Taehyung’s high, drawn out moan when the alpha eases into him.
“Fuck,” Namjoon breathes, slumping over Taehyung when their hips finally meet.
Taehyung clenches around him, reveling in the feeling of finally being full. He wraps his legs around Namjoon’s waist, desperate to feel him deeper, and Namjoon buries his face into Taehyung’s neck before he rolls his hips.
Taehyung’s head lolls to the side as a wave of pleasure rolls over him with each of Namjoon’s thrusts, the alpha’s lips latched to his neck. “Mine,” Taehyung pants, dragging his hands down Namjoon’s back.
“Yours,” Namjoon husks into Taehyung’s skin while fucking steadily into him.
The room echoes with the sounds of their pleasure, Taehyung chanting Namjoon’s name and Namjoon answering. It’s thick with their scents, a heady mix of blackberry and vanilla liqueur that builds with their arousal.
“Knot me, alpha,” Taehyung begs when he feels the slight swell of Namjoon’s knot brush against his hole. “Make me yours.”
Namjoon curses into Taehyung’s skin, trailing his lips back up along his neck and jaw before crushing their lips together. He swallows Taehyung’s whines with his lips, picking up the speed of his thrusts, his alpha determined to satisfy their omega’s needs. As his knot catches on Taehyung’s rim, he kisses back down Taehyung’s neck, stopping at his shoulder.
Taehyung tenses, then trembles with a choked-off moan when Namjoon’s teeth pierce his skin and bliss rushes over him. He writhes as his hole squeezes around Namjoon while he cums and quivers through his orgasm. Namjoon groans and rocks into Taehyung, a guttural moan leaving him when his knot finally pushes through and locks into the omega. Taehyung falls pliant with a sigh as Namjoon finally spills into him, tightening his hole to milk him through his orgasm.
He revels in the feeling of being pinned under Namjoon’s weight when the alpha slumps over him while they catch their breath. Taehyung’s omega purrs in satisfaction, and he tips his head back with parted lips when Namjoon shifts to run his nose across his collarbones.
“How are you feeling?” Namjoon whispers into his skin.
“Mm, better,” Taehyung replies, voice already raspy. “My next wave will be soon, though.” Namjoon’s dick throbs and he instinctively clenches around the alpha’s knot. “How long—”
“Ten minutes? Maybe fifteen?” Namjoon interrupts. “I’m not sure, I’ve never really…”
Taehyung opens his eyes, heat rushing through him at the realization that his alpha hasn’t really knotted other omegas before him. Namjoon shifts to his forearms, sage green eyes meeting Taehyung’s powder blue before leaning down to kiss him.
When Namjoon’s knot finally comes down, Taehyung flips their position, deliriously riding Namjoon into the sheets while placing matching marks all over his skin. In another wave, he sucks Namjoon off before presenting for him, letting the alpha knot him from behind. In between waves, Namjoon carries Taehyung to the shower, cleaning him and changing the sheets before feeding him and making him get some sleep.
The rest of Taehyung’s heat passes in a blur, and Namjoon keeps his promise, taking good care of him through its entirety. Everything he did made Taehyung feel like he truly was the most precious person in Namjoon’s life.
Days later, after his heat has ended, Taehyung wakes up surrounded by warmth and melts into the soothing aroma of vanilla liqueur. He slowly opens his eyes, huffing when he meets Namjoon’s gaze. The alpha smiles, dimples appearing on his cheeks as he reaches up to brush Taehyung’s hair out of his face.
“Sleep well?” Namjoon murmurs.
Taehyung nods, pouting his lips, and Namjoon’s smile widens before he leans in to capture Taehyung’s lips in a searing kiss. Taehyung hums, eyes fluttering shut as he melts into the kiss, soaking in Namjoon’s essence. He tilts his head to the side as Namjoon pulls away, brushing his nose along Taehyung’s jaw and neck before wrapping his lips around one of the marks that adorn Taehyung’s skin.
“Alpha,” Taehyung gasps, hand coming to Namjoon’s chest. “We’ll never leave if you don’t stop, and I’m sore.”
Namjoon chuckles, nipping and licking over the mark one final time before he pulls back. “What if I don’t want you to leave?”
Taehyung’s eyes fly open, and he forces himself to rein in his scent. The last few days with Namjoon were nothing short of amazing, and Taehyung hoped it would lead to something more. But he didn’t dare ask.
Namjoon’s smile softens, knowing, and he nods. “We might not have met in the most… conventional way—” he laughs when Taehyung playfully smacks at his chest. “I’m not upset at you or your omega for that, by the way. But I’d love to court you and get to know you better. I’d like for you to stay.”
Taehyung beams, nodding rapidly as he pushes Namjoon onto his back and straddles him. “Yes,” he breathes, leaning down to cup Namjoon’s face and rub their noses together. “I’d love to stay.” He pauses before leaning back slightly, eyes twinkling. “I can’t wait to see what your first courting gift for me will be.”
Namjoon huffs, sitting up before pulling Taehyung tightly into his chest. Taehyung melts against him, content to be close.
Both of them tense when a knock echoes through the apartment before the door unlocks. Namjoon’s grip on Taehyung tightens, the alpha turning them so that he’s between Taehyung and the door.
“Namjoon-ah, really?” Yoongi says as he peeks his head through the door.
Namjoon relaxes, and Taehyung giggles as he pulls himself from Namjoon’s hold, hurrying off the bed and into Yoongi’s arms.
“Hyung,” Taehyung says softly, taking in Yoongi’s chamomile scent. He didn’t realize just how much he’d missed his hyung in the past few days.
“Taehyung-ah,” Yoongi answers, pulling back to look over Taehyung. Taehyung nods slightly when Yoongi meets his gaze in silent question, the beta relaxing at the answer. He lets go of Taehyung and looks over his shoulder at Namjoon with a smug smile.
“Hyung, don’t,” Namjoon whines.
Taehyung doesn’t get a chance to turn around, Namjoon’s arms immediately wrapping around his waist.
“I like Taehyung a lot,” Namjoon continues, settling his chin on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I’ll continue to take good care of him, I promise.”
Taehyung smiles, warmth rolling over him at the alpha’s declaration, and turns his head to kiss Namjoon’s cheek.
“Ugh, is this what I’m going to have to deal with now that you two know each other?” Yoongi groans, turning around.
“Should’ve answered your phone when I first texted you, hyung,” Taehyung retorts, following Yoongi into the main room with Namjoon plastered to his back.
“Yeah, hyung,” Namjoon echoes. “Should’ve answered your phone.”
Taehyung laughs when Yoongi whirls around to bicker with Namjoon, warmth growing in his chest when Namjoon pulls him close.
It feels right, being in Namjoon’s arms, watching him bicker with his best friend. When Namjoon turns to look at him as they settle in the kitchen moments later, Taehyung smiles, seeing his budding feelings echoed in the alpha’s eyes. He leans in to kiss his alpha one last time before pulling away to help his hyung, heart fluttering and looking forward to the days ahead.