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Some friendships started in a very unconventional way, and others were extremely cliche. All things considered Taehyung’s and Jungkook’s friendship had started in a very normal way. Two teenagers meeting at a party while being way too tipsy to make good decisions. Before the party, their social circles couldn't have been more different. Their classes in college were in two separate buildings, they did not share any extracurriculars, nor TA, nor subjects or clubs.They most likely had never crossed paths before they had met. You could go as far as to say that they did not have friends in common. 

Taehyung was an art’s major, mixed media, currently obsessed with sculpture, although he often got mistaken for a law or philosophy major. His talent started showing when he was a toddler, liking to paint on any surface that he found available. It had gained him a few scoldings for ruining some of his parents' furniture and walls. He was a hyper kid with too much energy for his own good, but that had quieted down considerably when his younger brother was born. It was like he knew that he had to mellow down. Still, he was a social butterfly that made friends even in the bathroom, in primary school, middle school and highschool.

 In college, almost everyone knew him around campus, both because he was extremely talented and because he was insanely good looking. It was also very common for attractive alphas to get a stranger's attention. However, he was extremely selective with the friends that he made. He could talk with almost everyone. He was nice and charismatic like that. Yet, if you wanted to be his friend for real, you had to pass the vibe check, and that was a harder fit. If Taehyung did not like you, he wasn't going to waste his time pretending he did. 

Jungkook, on the contrary, was a psychology major. Funnily enough he was mistaken for an art major almost every single day. It was the tattoos and the fact that most of his clothes had paint stains. But while drawing at home was a common occurrence, it was only a hobby he liked to dabble into from time to time. As much as art was an outlet for him, he had a far too vast interest for the human mind. He liked to know why the people behaved the way they did. And he also liked to observe people a lot, so everything worked in his favor. 

They had met each other at their first official party as college students, fresh out of presenting. That was the cliche part about their meeting. Having your first encounter at a party was,if anything, was both the most boring and the funniest way of meeting someone. Boring because it was not special at all and funny because many things could go wrong when alcohol was involved. Taehyung had gotten invited by some of the many friends that he had made in orientation, deciding to go all together as a makeshift friend group. Similarly, Jungkook had gotten to know about the party when a random girl had trusted a flier against his chest before running away. He had debated for a long while about going, because he was sure that with all the people being there the smell was going to get overwhelming, and for someone with a nose as sensitive as his, attending a party was a suicidal mision. 

However, he did not want to seem like a party pooper. When he had talked to his hyung over the phone, he had been encouraged to just show up and stay for a bit. He could not know how bad things were going to be if he did not see the situation for himself. Perhaps, everyone else thought the same as he did about the smell and decided to wear scent patches. No one was going to make him stay if he did not want to. Furthermore, a party was also a great place to see the way people behaved in a social setting. 

It was at that party, after a couple shots and a glass of questionable fruit punch, when they had met. Almost crashing into one another. Junkook had been mostly hiding around in the kitchen, avoiding the mass of bodies in the living room of the house where the party was taking place. He did not want any of the drunk people spilling their drinks on his clothes, nor did he want random scents to cling to him. Jungkook was not sure if he came off as an extremely intimidating person with his looks, because no one had approached him and tried to talk to him yet. 

Was it the tattoos? dark clothes? The fresh piercings? The resting bitch face perhaps? 

He was sure it couldn't be because of his scent, because he was wearing scent blocking patches. But again, it did not matter if they could smell him or not, he was sure that everyone could tell he was an alpha just by looking at him. Newly presented, but an alpha. The pheromones must be sharp under the patches, a soft undercurrent of  aggression that was common to all freshly presented alphas. 

It was when he was mentally rambling about the benefits of making friends when someone had bumped into him, spilling a whole pint of that fruity punch all over his clothes. That someone was Taehyung, whiskey and raspberry tart scent wafting out of him, intense and sharp. Newly presented alpha too and not wearing scent patches,  go figure. And alpha with a way too charming smile that was just growing into his newly presented body and scent. 

Now, years later, they still laugh when they talk about what had happened that night. When Taehyung, as drunk as he was, tried to flirt with Jungkook and awkwardly failed. He also tried to dry up Jungkook clothes using his own clothes and ended up getting soaked too. Jk had to end up throwing his shirt away because, no matter how many times he washed it, he could still smell the fruit punch scent on the fabric. 

“Do you remember how wide your eyes got?” the raspberry and dark chocolate smelling alpha laughed so hard he almost fell off the couch “You looked like you were about to run, for a moment I thought my intuition was wrong and you were an omega” 

At that moment Jungkook had been surprised both by being hit on and for being mistaken as an omega. He was also not expecting an alpha like taehyung to approach him with that much confidence. 

“You reeked of both your scent and alcohol, and I was almost certain that you were going to pass out on me” and that was also partly true, because Taehyung had lost balance at some point and Jungkook had to hold him up. 

“To be fair, the alcohol was also part of my scent, I was not that drunk, you smell more of alcohol than i did and do” Taehyung argued back. 

Now, they were the best of friends. What had started as a funny and disastrous first meeting had been also the start of a great friendship. Their worlds had intertwined so much that now they spent most of their time together. It was weird to see one of them on their break and not see the other. Going biking somewhere, studying for their finals, going to parties, and becoming gym buddies. 

While none of them had ever been … much for alpha bravado, they liked joking and sharing funny banter about how much they had lifted that day at the gym, or how fit they were getting. Maybe even getting slightly tipsy with any drink they could find hiding at the back of the fridge. Taehyung also liked to use that time to go into detail about his new crush, on an alpha he usually saw when they went to the library but that he had not had the balls to talk to yet. 

“Nah, you don't get it. I’m just saving myself from the humiliation” the older alpha laughed as he opened yet another can of cheap beer and took a long sip out of it. His face was getting slightly red due to the alcohol, and his eyes looked hazy. He had definitely had too many drinks. “If he rejects me, and he will, I won't be able to step foot inside of the library again. And I cannot concentrate for shit in this house when finals are around”    

Jungkook, as tipsy as he was, evaluated the situation in his head in order to give his friend his best drunk advice. He very much knew the alpha he was talking about, it was impossible not to imagine how his friend was ranting about him all the time. Everytime he caught a glimpse of him was reason enough to be waxing poems about him for hours. 

And to be honest, Jungkook could understand him, the alpha was beautiful. Not Jungkook's type, but beautiful nonetheless. His eyes looked sharp like a cat, bodywise he did not look like an alpha, all petite and slender limbs. He was not sure what Taehyung’s type  was, in all the years that he had known him, he had had crushes on and liked very different people. Although all of them had one thing in common: they were alphas.  Like his new current obsession, the library boy. 

“When have you doubted anything? You’ve always been so forward in this case…seems like this one has you tongue tied” he smirked before taking one final glup of his beer. “You are even asking me for advice now”

Jungkook, albeit shy, is known around campus for being a serial dater, breaking hearts left and right. He just liked having fun with no strings attached at all. If people wanted to have fun, then he also was down to having some fun. He was making the most of his younger years before his parents came around and started asking him to settle down and start thinking about having kids. Jungkook could not even imagine himself having kids at the moment, or maybe ever. Unless he found someone who made him keep his feet on the ground. 

Despite being a serial dater, it was something that came as easy as it sounds, because as confident on pulling anyone as the alpha was, not everyone caught his attention. It took more than looks, specially because his nose was extremely sensitive. 

Presenting a few years back just meant that he was more aware of his surroundings, senses all more sharp. As a kid, he was avoidant of people who had a way too pungent smell, because it made his nose scrunch. Now, the nose scrunching persisted, but it was paired with headaches. He was always picking scents before anyone else did. It was also easier for him to read the way his friends were feeling even if they tried to hide it. He liked this feature about him, while it was a double edged sword, he could feel happy scents more heavily, and he just happened to have a group of friends that were constantly happy, 

Jungkook wouldn’t say that he was a Karen of scents, but he was picky. Hell, it had taken him a while to get used to Taehyung’s scent. The rum undertone, albeit faint, seemed too prominent for Jk’s nose. The alpha was glad that, most of the time, the most prominent note of his scent were the raspberries. Jungkook utterly adored wild berries or fruit in general, but especially wild berries. 

“I’m asking you for advice because you are drunk. If i wasn’t drunk i would be calling my sweetheart for help, but he doesn’t like when i drink and i don’t want to worry him. Although, I don’t think the baby knows anything about dating alphas….yet”

It was not a normal occurence that Taehyung ended up mentioning his brother. Jungkook was aware that his friend was not an only child. He had caught the other alpha cooing and baby talking on the phone enough times to question if he had a hidden boyfriend. Ever since they had become friends, Taehyung had told him, with an awful amount of details, every time he was interested in someone. He had had to hear him ramble and yap about people’s physical attributes and the ways they made the alpha feel. Sometimes, those conversations became too much, and Jungook had to tune out his ability to hear and just nod from time to time to show that he was still paying attention. 

Taehyung loved to share details about every move he made. So, it was quite shocking and a tad insulting for Jungkook, that he had not been made aware that his friend was in a relationship. 

Jungkook, in solidarity, also had told his friends about his romantic affairs. Not like there was much to talk about, given how his sensitive nose prevented him from getting in most of the time. He had even told him about that one time he had fallen so hard for a gorgeous omega with a way too pungent scent. They had dated for months and the omega had even indulged him with wearing scent patches when they ended up being intimate. 

“Have you ever tried to have sex with scent patches on? Trust me dude…don’t” Jungkook had drawled to his roomate the night that he had ended up breaking up with his boyfriend. 

Not being able to properly smell your partner and how they were feeling was extremely uncomfortable. Yeah, his boyfriend verbalized what he wanted and what he didn’t like, but scent, unlike words, never lies. Jungkook never knew if he was doing the right thing or if he went too far. He could not fully enjoy himself during those times. Granted, his boyfriend looked and sounded like he was having fun, but being able to smell them was a big part of being intimate. That was why they had scents in the first place. 

It was only so much that Jungkook could take.

 At first, his partner was on board with the scent suppressors and the soap was okay. uncomfortable, but okay. Jungkook was sure that scent patches were not the most comfortable thing ever. He had to wear some of his own for some classes he took where students from all sub genders were enrolled. His were cherry red, bold and obvious that he was wearing them to anyone who looked his way. They were good for a couple hours, but not to have on constantly.

 But the day of the break up it had been as if a switch had been flipped. Jugkook had been on edge all day, pheromones sharper than usual. He had not been able to go to the gym that afternoon because he couldn’t find his keycard anywhere. On top of that, he was nearing his rut. He had stopped taking suppressants because hescen and his boyfriend had been dating for a while, and they were going to share one of their cycles together. Something that Jungkook was not quite on board for, but had made a compromise with his partner. 

Sue him. He was feeling on edge and aggressive. Not with anyone in particular but with himself. With the suppressants, it was easier to control the pull and his urges to just bite anything and everything. It was only a question of time, adding to the stress of his day, that he had lunged and bit at his boyfriend’s neck in the middle of sex. 

He registered two things, first, the awful taste of the scent patches making contact with his fangs; and then, the overwhelming waff of omega scent that reached his nose, custard and salted caramel reached his nose so fast and so strong that his hips stopped moving mid thrust and he retched, violently and loudly. 

No matter how many times Jungkook apologized, they didn’t seem enough. There weren’t enough words to express how sorry he was for what had happened and how he had made the omega feel. He felt like an asshole. 

It was only logical that they broke up then. 

 “Are you sure you weren’t being dramatic?” Taehyung had asked after Jungkook finished telling him the story for the first time. “He smelled pretty good to me. Are you sure you aren’t the problem?”.

“You don’t get it. I am the problem. It is all on me, like, no question about it. I’m just mad it got to this point…” he sighed and ran his tattooed hand through his hair “You should have seen his face when I retched. I still get uncomfortable about it every time I see him around campus. I just hope he finds someone who appreciates him, because he is gorgeous and such a nice person”

“Just not the right one for you” his friend finished his thoughts for him. 

“Maybe there is no right one for me anyways,” he joked. 

Back to Taehyung and his secret lover storyline. Well, turns out there was no secret lover story ... .and Taehyung had been talking to his younger brother all this time. He was not aware that Taehyung had any younger siblings, much an unpresented one.

Jungkook was highkey hurt that his roommate of 3 years and supposed best friend had been hiding away the fact that he had a younger brother. It was not like they were going to meet or that he would demand his friend to introduce each other. Taehyung had yet to meet both of Jungkoo’s older siblings. But, it would have been nice not to be kept in the dark about it. He just didn’t understand why. Why didn’t he tell him he was a hyung? Was their family off limits? Was his younger brother someone that all of Taehyung’s family kept as a secret? If so, why?

All of his questions will come to be answered one random friday. The last friday before the new semester started. The day that Jungkook had had all the morning to enjoy himself at the gym boxing away till his hands hurt. His once tight muscles felt all lost. He had not felt this relaxed in such a long time….

He was having a great day. 

There was nothing that could disrupt the peace that he was feeling. 

Till he opened the door to his home and felt a scent hit him right in the face. 

The scent was so potent so sharp, no doubt it belonged to someone who had just presented. It smelled so ripe, so new…so…

“omega” the tattooed alpha rumbled. 

His roomate had let a newly presented pup, an omega nonetheless inside their apartment without warning Jungkook first. He knew how bad he dealt with new scents on a daily basis, but a newly presented scent?. Those were extremely strong, pheromones just a tad too sharp because the owners of the scent were not able to control them. He remembered when he had presented as an alpha, his Cherry Moonshine scent had been so strong that his sister had gotten tispy. He had to be quarantined in his room until he was able to put out a normal amount of scent onto the air. 

As he walked to the living room, Jungkook braced himself for what was about to happen. He just wished that he did not ruin any of their carpets when he vomited his breakfast. The migraine that he was about to get would need at least half a bottle of painkillers. He won’t be able to spend his weekend playing video games, enjoying his last weekend of freedom before the classes started. He was about to be so sick. Taehyung better be in charge of doing the dishes for the whole month to pay him back for the consequences of his actions.

There was no retching, no migraines. His nose did not itch or burn. His eyes did not get watery. Instead, Jungkook felt his ears thumping, a warmth creeping from the base of his neck to his temples. His hands, still wrapped from his boxing training, twitched, fist opening and closing. Almost as if he wanted to grab onto something. 

He did not feel sick, on the contrary, a sensation akin to euphoria rushed all over his body, making his heart start beating faster and fasting in his chest. His ears, slightly ringing, as if he had listened to music at an ungodly high volume for hours.  

All of those sensations felt like nothing when Jungkook’s eyes zeroed in on the culprit. 

Lounging on their sofa, belly down, was a person. 

The Omega pup. 

Miles of honey colored skin, belonging to a breathtaking pair of legs, that stopped abruptly at the edge of a, at least from that angle, way too short skirt. Jungkook had to swallow the saliva accumulating on his mouth before he started drooling. The omega was wearing such a tight crop top that he could see the dimples at the bottom of his back, and the way his delicate waist flared into such nicely shaped hips. 

If Jungkook hadn’t been so busy ogling the omega laying out for him, he would have noticed how he had not reacted badly to the other’s scent. In fact, unconsciously, the alpha had been taking lungfuls of the omega’s scent, almost greedly. He just couldn’t help it. He smelled so good, like blueberries, tangy and not too sweet, with a side of fresh and creamy yogurt. Jungkook felt parched, throat dry and fangs aching with the urge to bite, anywhere, everywhere. 

Never in his life, nor since he presented, had he felt such a strong pull to anyone. His inner alpha, always so picky with scents, had never misbehaved the way he was doing now, screaming at him to claim the omega who was resting on their couch. He felt so feral all of the sudden that it scared him. He felt like a hormonal teenager all over again, like a freshly presented pup. He knew better than that. He was a modern alpha, one that supported sub gender equality and that would never use his subgender to be over anyone. He had never and would never take advantage of his alpha status to excuse his behaviour.

He was not one of those knotheads who spent their days drooling over omegas and behaving like cavemen. 

He did not expect the omega to react to  him. Jungkook was sure that he must look extremely intimidating just standing there, still wearing his gym clothes, without moving an inch and just staring at the omega down. He was sure his scent must be potent too, alpha’s did not take too kindly that anyone entered their den unannounced. 

Alas, the omega rose from his position, back arching when he rested his weight on his forearms to lift his upper body. Jungkook’s eyes zeroed on his chest, where the words “The Future is Omega” were printed. The omega was lithe and gangly, no doubt growing into his features now that he had presented, but Jungkook could tell he was going to be so beautiful, so perfect. 

He had never seen anyone, no matter the subgender, be nearly as pretty as that omega was. Nor had anyone’s scent called on his alpha with such force before. It was like those vixen omega’s in stories, where they lured alphas in with just a bat of their lashes. 

He was so gorgeous. So unreal. 

Jungkook just hoped that his scent permeated into the couch fabric so he could still smell it after the omega was gone. 

“Hey” the voice was low and breathy, way too sinful to belong to anyone human. 

Dragon eyes staring at him under thick lashes, plump lips covered in gloss moving to form words, matching mole under his bottom lip. 

Gosh, Jungkook’s fangs ached so bad, he just wanted…..no. He did not want. He needed to take a bite. 

Just one bite. 

Anywhere. 

Everywhere. 

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“You are going to end getting cavities from drinking all those sugary monstrosities” The pink haired alpha scolded him with a way too soft tone. No matter how hard he tried. It was impossible to be mean to the young omega. They had been friends since both had learnt how to go from walking to running around, the epitome of childhood friends.

Once next door neighbours, next friends that met at the park. It evolved from having playdates organized by their parents, to doing school projects at each other’s houses and having sleepovers. They were only a few months apart, the same age. When Namjoon was younger, the age difference that he shared with Taehyung prevented him from playing with him, so he had to look for some friends of his own. Youngkids did not like it when toddlers joined their games, saying that “pups” were not allowed to play with the hyungs. Taehyung fought for his brother to play every time, but Jimin's arrival solved all of the problems that they’ve been having. 

He no longer felt lonely when his hyung rushed away to play with his friends. There was so much Joon could keep himself busy with. He did not want to be hidden away at home. He also wanted to have fun outside, like his hyung. 

His salvation came in the form of tiny human Park Jimin, with his chubby cheeks and bright smile. The first time Namjoon had seen him, was outside of his home. Jimin had been standing on the sidewalk while holding onto a stuffed toy, and as soon as he spotted joon peering out of the window, he waved at him. 

“We are going to be best friends forever” declared the new boy as he grabbed at Joon’s hand urging him to go play. 

Jimin joined Namjoon as the youngest of the neighbourhood. As soon as they met, there was a spark. They had great chemistry as friends and the first day they declared to be each other’s best friends. There had not been any ups and downs in their relationship. Never once had they had a reason to fight or get upset at the other. Quite surprising given how emotional and dramatic teenagers were. Their friendship was one of those that happened once in a lifetime. 

It was not surprising that their relationship had lasted over knowing what subgender they would be and presentation itself. Getting different sub genders had to make any difference in the way they treated each other. His old classmates had liked to make up rumors about the two dating and them being a perfect match for one another. Placing bets on how long they were going to wait as soon as they presented to get mated.

Needless to say, nothing of that had happened. As stated before, presenting had not changed the way they treated each other. Despite being an alpha and an omega, there was no sexual chemistry. Their scents might have been compatible, but their wolves saw each other as they were, friends. 

Still, when people saw them around campus, many people thought they were together. It was rare seeing an alpha and an omega engaging in playful banter around and not being together. But, all of those people did not understand the vibes and the goals that was having a friend from a completely opposite sub gender. Maybe some of them would need a crash course on dynamics and relationships.

“I’m an omega. My body is supposed to adapt to the overconsumption of sugar.” plump lips formed a put as he was trying to open his cherry soda can without chipping his nails. “I never had a cavity and I don't have a plan on having one any time soon”. 

There was actually scientific proof to back up what the omega was saying. There had been some studies done that tackled the different tolerance levels depending on the person’s subgender. It was discovered that beta’s had less sensitive noses, so they were better at handling scents and being controlled by them. Alphas had great tolerance for alcohol and drugs, while omegas had the highest pain tolerance. There had also been a note pointing out how omegas teeth were strong enough to withstand the intake of insane amounts of sugar without having any dental issues. (protecting omega’s teeth apparently had to do with the preservation of pups if they were in danger). Was it somewhat an useless study? yes. Would Namjoon use it to his advantage to get to drink all the sugary drinks he wanted? Also, yes. 

Ever since he was an actual pup, he had been fascinated about cherry flavored stuff. He did not care what type of candy was as long as it was cherry flavored. Gum, chewy candy, hard candy, lollipops, anything, you name it. It eventually evolved to drinks as soon as his parents allowed him to start drinking soda. Sodas also evolved into energy drinks, sugar or zero sugar, he did not care, as long as the flavor was okay, then he did not care. His love for the cherry flavor persisted. No matter the amount of new drinks and flavors that he tried, none of them came near to the satisfaction that he had when he was drinking something that tastes like cherries. 

His current drinking obsessions are Dr. Pepper and Diet Cherry Pepsi.  

Anything cherry and he went crazy for it. Such and underestimated fruit, he did not understand how it wasn’t anyone’s first choice when choosing one. People would be shocked if they learnt how many pounds of cherries he had eaten over the years. His hyung had jokingly told him once that, when he presented, he would end up smelling like cherries. Sadly, he didn’t. Instead, he got blueberry and greek yogurt, at least it matched his hyung with his raspberry scent. He didn’t mind matching with his brother, but he mourned the lost opportunity of smelling like his precious obsession. 

To compensate for the loss of his beloved cherries, he had started to wear them in his clothing and personal objects: earrings, keychains, stickers. Even as a pattern on his clothes. He had a dress that he loved, a plaid skirt, and his most favorite, in his underwear. The frilly pieces of clothing just looked so cute with the little cherries adorning them, and Namjoon felt the prettiest when he was wearing them under his clothes, even if no one else knew about them. It felt like a crime not to have cherry memorabilia with him at all times. 

He just hoped the universe would be kind enough to keep cherries coming his way. 

He had been frantically trying to open his second can when he had been scolded by his friend. How dare he? He had not started his second can of the day. One can of soda was not that much, It’s not like Dr. Pepper had any caffeine at all. Noon was the perfect time to start his second can. 

“Besides. I’ve started college. I’m 21, a late bloomer but an adult. You should be opening this can for me like a good alpha” Although the mention of the alpha title did not mean anything at all for Jimin coming from Namjoon, he still opened the can for him. Giving the omega a disapproving look as he saw him drowning down almost half of the can in just one gulp.

At 18, one got to know what they would present as. There was an estimated time period where one was expected to present. From 18 to 21 years old. Decades ago, the government had decided that students would be able to enroll in higher education once they had passed the 21 years old. iT was a way of ensuring the safety of the students. Having them all being legal adults would be better in the case that any incident involving alcohol was registered. College authorities were also against having legally underage students enrolling along with older ones. But, the point that had sealed the deal was that, by 21, all individuals, including late bloomers would have completely presented. 

Presentation was a moment where the individual was completely vulnerable to everyone around them. Your sense of smell was more pronounced as your body underwent the changes necessary to make you transition into your adequate secondary gender. You were likely to experience mood swings, cramps, nausea and other physical reactions. You would be extremely sensitive to all stimuli until your body settled down. It was advised that one spent his presentation (which often happened on your birthday) with your family, so you get used to the scents that were going to be the most familiar to you.

Namjoon was a late bloomer, he had presented on his 21st birthday. just two weeks short of starting his first semester at uni. If his presentation had lasted a couple more days, he wouldn’t have been able to enroll that year. College policy requested that anyone enrolling had to have gone through their presentation one week before the semester started. Luck was on his side. He knew that anyone interacting with him would know that he had just presented, but he did not care. There was a small part of him that really wanted people to knpe. He wanted to see what other people would do when they smell his sharp pheromones. He had not been allowed to date anyone while growing up. His brother, Taehyung, had made sure to chase away all the alphas and betas that had shown any kind of interest in him. 

All of them, except Jimin. The alpha had managed to avoid Taehyung’s rage. Perhaps, it had to do with the fact that Joon had come to his brother’s room sobbing the day that he found out Jimin was bound to present as an alpha, afraid that his brother would ban Jimin from entering their house or talking to Joon all together. His family knew he was going to present as an omega even before his presentation day had come around. Taehyung, who had presented as an alpha years prior, had developed an extremely protective behaviour, especially towards his brother. He did not want anyone taking advantage of the future omega. 

Taehyung, as an older brother and an alpha, was in charge of protecting his family. He would never forgive himself if someone ended up hurting his brother and he could have prevented it. He had done it with some of his brother’s classmates and even his own classmates. Yet, somehow Jimin had remained there. Taehyung had not had the heart to deprive his brother from the first person outside of their family that had shown him genuine love. He could count on Jimin, as a fellow alpha, to protect his precious sweetheart from all the perverts that were lurking around.   

What Taehyung did not know was that Jimin, while protecting Joon from assholes, he also encouraged him to speak his mind when there was someone he liked. His family liked to keep Joon closeted as much as possible, afraid that he would end up involved with a “up to no good alpha”, but the omega was tired of being treated like a baby. 

He did not want to be treated like a pup. He loathed his parents calling pup, as if he still was a child that was clueless about the world. Namjoon had an impeccable record, the best marks in his class, and he had even obtained a scholarship to study literature and music composition. He was the pride and joy of his family. However, having been born as an omega, had doomed him to be watched over at all times. His parents had decided that he go to the same college as his brother so he could keep an eye on him. 

“I just don’t understand why they keep seeing me as a pup. I’m not a pup anymore” the cute omega stomped his foot down, like a bunny having a tantrum. 

“You definitely do not smell like one, you have alphas trying to get your attention left and right” said Jimin. 

Crushing his empty can with his platform boot, Joon rolled his eyes.

“Tell that to my brother. I cannot express interest in anyone without being interrogated to death by him ... .what do i gotta do to be seen as an adult. I don’t want to be a pup any more, alphas don’t like pups” he whined. 

“Well…you would be surprised of how many knotheads are going to buzz around you just because you just presented. You smell like..” he stopped to cough and hide his blush against his hand “You look like a pup still, with the baby fat on your face, but smell so omega. Alphas like that, they want to be the first one to put their scent and mark on you”

Namjoon could only dream. He wanted to have an alpha so bad. He heard so many stories left and right about how good it felt to submit to someone else, or how good it felt when you had an alpha looming over you, ready to devour you whole. He only had the chance to experience it once. Still to this day, he remembered his first wet dream, how small he had felt when that faceless alpha had caged him against a wall and had stolen his first kiss. Alpha pheromones had tickled his nose and face like a gentle caress and had made him feel extremely dizzy, knees almost giving out if it wasn’t for the alphas strong thigh, sliding between his legs to keep him upright. In his dream, the alpha’s pheromones were so potent, such a strong smell of aggression and dominance that Namjoon had felt compelled to fall on his knees for him. He had not had the chance, because the alpha had kept him pinned in place with his body and his presence. It might have been a dream, but it had felt so real. In his dream, the alpha had kept him pressed against the wall. Chest pressed together so close that it was hard for Namjoon to take deep breaths. He swore he felt his body ascend to heaven the moment he felt something cold and smooth against his neck. The alpha's fangs sunk into the soft and unblemished skin of the omega’s neck, if his panties weren't drenched then, they were then. 

Was that what it felt for an omega to be with an alpha? Was that what it felt like submitting to someone? To let your instincts and nature guide you?

 As the cold canines sunk into his skin, Namjoon felt his body tensing and then relaxing in one breath, coming on the spot with a shuddering moan. 

The only detail he remembered after that was the smell of cherries with a splash of alcohol.  

After the first one, and as he got closer to his official presentation day, the dreams had persisted. They also came in regular intervals. Almost as if he were having faux heats/rut cycles, but that was impossible. Namjoon had not had his first heat yeta, and was nowhere close to having a mate. He could not be syncing with someone’s cycle because the only other alpha he knew was Jimin, and that was too far fetched.  

He also did not tell anyone in his family. He did not tell anyone at all but Jimin. In a way, Namjoon was being selfish. Those dreams were one of the best things that had happened to him, even if not real, the pleasure he felt seemed real. He wanted to keep experiencing those sensations for as long as possible. Some nights, he went to sleep thrilled of getting to meet the faceless alpha that smelled like cherries. He wondered in what way would the alpha make him feel delirious with pleasure. In what ways would the alpha explore his body until he made him insane. 

Each morning after he had a dream, he would wake up covered in sweat and panting as if had run a marathon. The first few seconds after he opened his eyes, he swears, he could still smell the alpha in his room. The first few times that had happened, he would fanticly scan the room with his eyes, looking for the alpha. No matter how hard he looked, how much he whined, there was no one there. 

He just couldn't believe he was getting those kinds of dreams and still be affected by them after waking up. It was embarrassing, getting obsessed over an alpha that only appeared in his dreams. Namjoon did not even know what he looked like, because every time he showed up, the alpha’s face was blurry. The only thing that was clear as day was the smell of cherries. 

Namjoon was so taken by the imaginary alpha, that he had rejected all real alphas that dared to approach him. He had eyes for no one else. No matter how good looking the alpha was or how enciting they were making their scent, as soon as the omega caught a whiff and it didn’t smell like cherries, he was uninterested. That, of course, had caught Jimin’s attention. As his best friend, the alpha was good at noticing small details. Namjoon passing on conventionally attractive alphas and betas was not easy to miss. 

If the omega thought that having wet dreams for months about the same alpha was embarrassing, he was not prepared for how humiliating it would be to tell his best friend about them. Jimin had laughed at him so hard that he had fallen from his chair and broke one mug in the process. He kept laughing and laughing as if Namjoon had told him the best joke ever. All Namjoon could do was sit there with his ears burning as he waited for his best friend to stop laughing at him. 

“I’m telling you, you are having those dreams because you are frustrated. You should sleep with someone so your hormones get adjusted” The alpha had recently dyed his hair a soft shade of pink, after having it dyed blond. The cotton candy looking hair and his overall soft face clashed harshly with his secondary gender. Jimin liked it, he liked that people did a double take whenever they saw him.  

“I just want an alpha so bad, you just have no idea” The omega laid his whole body across one of the wooden benches that were placed strategically around campus. They were going to start classes after the following weekend. So, they had decided to get acquainted with the campus and where the classes were. “I just wanna get knotted” he whined. 

“I don’t understand how your hyung thinks you are this innocent pup” Jimin snickered. “What would you think your hyung would say if he saw you speaking like that? Do you kiss your brother with that mouth?”. 

Taehyung was an extremely overprotective brother, and would be scandalized if he heard his ‘sweetheart’ talk about wanting to have sex so shamelessly. 

“Hyung is a hypocrite, he chases off all the alphas I look at twice but he was sleeping around when he was my age. I’m sure that Everyone on campus will know who I am just because of my brother” the omega bemoaned. 

“Your brother has been threatening to chop my knot off even before he knew I was going to have one” And that was true, from the moment Jimin had become Namjoon’s friend he could feel the looming presence of the omega’s older brother staring at him from afar, waiting. “I’m even lucky he still had not found out about us making out. I still think he is going to show at my door one of those days”

“What my Hyung doesn't know won’t hurt him” he sent a dismissive wave into the air.

A wicked idea came to Jimin’s mind so suddenly that he could not help but sit up from where he was laying on the grass, next to the bench where Namjoon was. His eyes glinted with mischief and that equated to danger. He frantically patted at the omega’s exposed thighs to get his attention. 

“What? What is it? Why are you making that face?” 

Whatever words were about to be said died in the alpha’s mouth because at that moment a group of giggly omegas squealed close to where they were. The people in the group seemed young, but definitely not first year students, at least from the random parts of sentences that could be heard. They seemed to be talking about a certain student, an alpha, that was a few years older than them. 

“He is so dreamy. There is no one on campus like him, he just plays in a different league” one of them gushed while clutching to their purse, cheeks all rosy. 

“I’ve heard he is single now. This would be a battle royale as soon as the semester starts” one of the only betas of the group has said “His ex must be crying on the kitchen floor over letting that one get away. He was the first official boyfriend he had too” 

They seemed to be gossiping about a couple on campus that apparently was no longer a couple. Jimin and Namjoon were not particularly that nosy…well, actually, no. They were very nosy, they loved gossip and drama. They were about to be students of that college and getting to know the rumors and secret drama about their seniors was a great deal. 

“I’ve heard that his ex has not been with another alpha since they broke up. They said he is, like, traumatized”

“Wouldn’t you? word on the street is that he threw up on him mid sex as after smelling his scent” There was a small commotion within the group, some gasps and then frantic whispers. 

Whoever that alpha was, he was popular enough to have people following his private life. Popular enough to have random omegas and betas gushing over him being single and planning how to be the next ones to date him. Namjoon could not say that he was not interested to find out who they were talking about. His hyung had told him that people around campus liked to gossip about him and his friends because they had gotten quite popular over the last few years. He had also warned him about not trusting any of the rumors that he heard. The omega knew that the group was not talking about his brother, because his hyung had not been in a serious relationship ever. Perhaps, they were talking about one of his friends. THe things that were talking about sounded familiar, maybe his brother had mentioned that story to him in passing once, but he could not remember who it was about. Yet, from the way those omegas and betas were talking about the stranger, he must be quite the alpha. 

Namjoon’s daydreaming about how the mysterious must look was interrupted by another one of the omega’s of the group screaming and grabbing at their friends’ clothes to get their attention.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. It’s impossible to be that hot. He just cannot be real” they squealed.

Namjoon propped himself up from where he was laying on the bench to get a better look, and he could feel Jimin doing the same next to him. ( Yeah, they were not nosy at all). Sue him, he wanted to know what the alpha looked like. 

Tattoos. 

That was the only thing the omega’s brain registered for the first few seconds. A full sleeve of them, both colorful and black and grey ink. So much tanned skin covered in ink, visible thanks to the muscle tee the alpha was wearing. There was no way that person there was not an alpha. Even if Namjoon could not smell him, the building gave him away. Broad shoulders that tapered into a small waist and narrow hips, which only accentuated how big and well defined his legs were. His body proportions were out of this world, and the tight gym clothes that he was wearing, highlighted every curve and muscle. 

If you followed his whole sleeve of tattoos you would reach the inked snake that trailed up his shoulder to his neck and disappeared behind his ear, which was filled with piercings. The art of his body must have been there to distract you from his face. 

The omega’s eyes did not know where to settle first: the sharp jawline, the pierced lips, the pierced eyebrow, the huge expressive eyes. His nose was slightly big for his face, but that only made him even more handsome. The eyes, although doe shaped and sparkly, had a dark glint to them that made Namjoon’s tummy tingle. 

The honey skinned boy could feel his inner omega tossing and turning inside of him, baring his neck in submission as if presenting himself to anyone who wanted. No, not to anyone, but to that alpha. He had to cross his legs and press his hips to the bench or he was sure that he would start slicking any second. 

‘Alpha. We want, please’ his inner wolf whined ‘Alpha, please’.

“Woah” It was the pink haired alpha the one that had broken the silence “I know I’m not into alphas…but…hear me out” He turned to Namjoon to see his reaction, but the omega was too busy staring at the dark haired alpha that was making his way across the gardens without paying attention to the people around him. The omega’s eyes were glazed over, almost with a far away look, lips parted to leave out soft pants, as if it was forgetting how to breathe. 

‘That one, we want that alpha’ his inner wolf kept chanting ‘He’ll be ours. We’ll make him ours’ and who was Namjoon to deny his inner wolf, once he had one idea in mind, it was impossible to get him to forget it. Besides, the omega was not against getting that alpha all for himself, he was sure the alpha would make him forget his own name. Maybe even better than the faceless alpha of his dreams. 

“That’s not a hear me out. It’s an eat me out” 

Now, Namjoon just hoped that his hyung did not find out before he got a taste of the alpha. 

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Namjoon could not take the alpha out of his head. During the day, he spent countless hours fantasizing about him, letting his mind play over and over images of the alpha. He wondered how the alpha voice sounded, how his personality would be like, what his scent was, how his tattoos looked up close. The dark haired man looked like everything his family and brother had warned him about, one of those alphas who was up to no good. Namjoon’s omega ached with the idea of letting that alpha put his hands on him.

 At night, his fantasies only got worse, after that afternoon on the campus grounds, his wet dreams had come back. This time, the mysterious alpha, whose face had been blurry for years, had developed clear features. Cherry scent had been stronger than usual, getting the omega into a pheromone high within seconds. The eyes were now dark and shiny, round, almost doe like, but with a glint that made them look less soft. When the alpha’s eyes were first locked into Namjoon’s, they flashed gold. A show of his true nature, a primal response that alphas had when they saw someone they liked. A like that went beyond the person itself. It was someone’s inner alpha calling out for another inner wolf. The alpha of Namjoon’s dreams had decided to take the shape of the mysterious alpha on campus, which had in turn made the omega even more insane. THere was now the possibility of Namjoon being able to recreate all of his fantasies with someone he was interested in, someone real. 

Getting information on the alpha was going to be the hardest thing to date, especially because he was new to campus, the classes had not started yet, and the only person he knew was Jimin. He could not go around and ask random strangers about someone he did not even know the name of. For all he knew, all those strangers could also know the alpha for real and go tattle about Namjoon asking about him around campus. 

What had been the best idea Joon was able to come up with? Ask his brother. His hyung had been blasting his phone ever since he had stepped one foot on campus, urging him to visit the older alpha’s apartment and eat a home cooked meal to commemorate the beginning of the school year. Namjoon suspected that his brother wanted to keep an eye on him and also give him the talk before classes started. There was no way his overprotective hyung would let the omega roam free around campus without giving him an earful about all the big bad wolves who were waiting for Namjoon to lower his guard so they could pounce on him. 

In Namjoon’s head it was completely unrealistic that alphas or anyone, no matter the sub gender was waiting to sink their nails and fangs into his skin. But it also seemed like the omega was not aware of how good he smelled to other people and how attractive he was. He smelled untouched, and many people would find that extremely attractive. Something about the competitive nature of wolves wanting to be the first one to leave their mark. Contrary to alphas, one was able to smell when an omega has never had sex with an alpha before, or had been knotted, something about their scent becoming sweeter once those two things happened. Joon had frowned in disdain the first time he had learnt about it, he did not like the idea of people knowing if he had slept with someone. Yet, he guesses his brother was grateful to that fact, because the omega was sure that his brother would hunt down whoever dared to pop his ‘sweetheart’s’ cherry. 

Controlling much?

Would the attractive and mysterious alpha care if Namjoon had a crazy older brother? Maybe he would like the idea of ravaging Joon before someone else and against his family wishes. 

He was about to slick just thinking about it.

Bad, Namjoon!

Despite the earful he was about to get, he had to admit that coming to see his brother's apartment had been one of the best ideas ever. Namjoon was finally able to see his brother’s den, seeing how he had been living these past years. The most Joon had been able to see was some part of the walls of the alphas bedroom, when they video chatted, but his brother had refused to give him an apartment tour the times that he had asked.Taehyung had excused himself saying that, since he shared the apartment with other alpha, it was not polite to show the den around, something about alpha intimacy. Namjoon theorized that, the times that he had asked for a tour, the other alpha had been at the apartment too, and Taehyung had not wanted either joon and the roommate getting a glimpse of each other. Furthermore, It had been almost impossible to get any information about the so-called “best friend”. Namjoon could not help being extremely curious about the other alpha.

All the anticipation he had for meeting the roommate could not compare to the moment said meeting happened. Namjoon had been waiting for his brother to get done with lunch. Like a well spoiled younger brother, he had decided to grab a drink from the fridge ( asking for permission first, of course) and a straw, before laying on the couch to wait while he browsed on his phone. 

For a moment he thought he was hallucinating, because he smelled him before hearing him. The faint smell of cherries reached his nose, like it had done many nights before, however Namjoon was awake this time. Both him and his inner omega perked up, staring intently into the hallway that led to the front door. There was no mistaking that scent for some other, they were clearly cherries, mixed with something tangy and bitter, like alcohol, a note that Namjoon could not really pinpoint since he did not drink much. 

When the keypad at the door chimed, indicating that someone was entering the apartment, Joon flinched. Inside himself, his inner omega stood alert, almost as if sensing a threat, getting ready to run. But, to run from what?. Now, without the door as a barrier, the scent was easier to appreciate, whoever it belonged to, smelled like cherries with an undercurrent of alpha pheromones. Joon had to swallow the urge to whine, the alpha smelled just so good, like the alpha of his dreams but better, because this scent was real, and it was so close to him he could almost taste it.

Namjoon could not believe it, his mind must have been playing tricks on him, because in front of him there was none other than the alpha from campus that has been haunting his mind and dreams for days.. The tension was so thick that it could be cut with a blunt butter knife. It was hard to pinpoint for how long they were staring at each other, but it felt like seconds. Namjoon braced his weight on his forearms to rise from his spot without breaking eye contact. In a way, he wanted to show himself off to the prime alpha specimen that was in front of him, letting the alpha see all he had to offer. The omega was not fully aware of what he was doing, it seemed like his body was moving on its own. Back arching to pull his chest out, neck stretches, he could feel the hem of his skirt rise slightly up as his body did. 

His mouth felt suddenly dry, parched. All the layers of gloss and lip balm he had applied minutes ago seemed to have banished. They did not stop staring at each other, neither of them wanted to be the first one to break eye contact. Perhaps, it was not that they didn’t want to, but that they couldn’t. 

The omega parted his lips to wet them with the tip of his tongue and get a deep breath in, and then…

“Hey” it had sounded more like he had panted as he said the greeting, senses too cloudy to bow politely how he was supposed to. Hell he was not sure that he could get up and bow correctly without his legs giving up and falling onto the floor. 

For a brief second, after the omega had uttered that word, the alpha’s eyes flashed gold, and his nostrils flared to get more of the omega’s scent into his system. His teeth started to ache. Jungkook, like any other alpha, had sharper fangs that were visible even if they were not extended, but they balanced out with the other teeth thanks to his also prominent front teeth. The alpha did not remember his teeth ever hurting like that except the day of his presentation. The sudden urge to bite was too real. The alpha felt dizzy with desire, wanting nothing more than to lunge forward and sink his aching teeth in that unblemished skin. The omega was baring his neck oh so gently to him. It was a clear invitation, back arching so beautifully. Jungkook could just straddle those thick thighs from behind and cage the omega against the sofa. Hold him down with one of his hands in between the younger shoulder blades. Leaving no option other than to be at his mercy to take everything that Jungkook would offer him. 

‘No’ Jungkook argued back against his inner alpha. The omega smelled just too good and untouched to have his way with him on that couch. Too many people had sat on that couch during hangouts, They had gotten it from a second hand store for a good place right after they moved. No, an omega that looked like that deserved to be taken in the comfort of a plush bed. Yeah, a bed like the one at Jungkook’s den in his room. A bed that smelled so strong of alpha’s pheromones and his cherry scent. He would lower the omega so gently onto the sheets, help him part those glorious thighs so the alpha could slot himself between them. He would watch the omega’s pupils dilate as he slipped further and further into a pheromone high. Would he beg for Jungkook? What would his voice sound like calling him hyung? and alpha?

Determined, he took a step forward to reach towards the omega, watching the other boy’s eyes cloud with anticipation. 

“Oh, you are back home? I thought you were going to eat out today” the moment was interrupted abruptly, getting both of them to snap back into reality. Surely your best friend walking onto you about to bite a random omega was enough to ruin the mood. Taehyung was wearing lounge-around clothes, and he looked like he was fresh out of the shower, hair wet and scent muted. He walked into the living room just to stand by the couch, his hip as the same level as the omegas face. 

Jungkook could not help but frown when the omega’s attention focused on the newcomer. Pretty dragon eyes looking even more shiny and round as he looked up at the other alpha, as if waiting for something. Oh to have the omega looking up at him like that, if only Jungkook could push Taehyung away and take his place. 

“Right” he cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention back on him “I was, but my training partner ditched me, so I decided to come back home” his eyes never left the omega, who had shifted again on the couch to look at him. “I wanted to throw my clothes in the washer, anyways, they stink”

Silence stretched for a few seconds between them, as the omega and alpha went back to staring. 

“Hyungie” the omega whined without taking his eyes away from Jungkook. A shiver ran up his spine and he had to clench his fist to fight the urge to reach for the omega again. He knew the omega had to be referring to Taehyung, and still, he could not help but frown with jealousy at hearing the younger, refer to the alpha with such casual terms. That meant they did know each other, or at least had seen each other enough times to guarantee the use of honorifics. 

“Okay okay, don't be a brat, I was about to do the introductions” the alpha chastised as he moved one or his elegant hands to the omega’s neck to scruff him gently “Sweetheart, this is my roommate, Jungkook. I know you have been waiting for this moment. This is my baby brother Joo-” but get to continue his sentence, because as he was talking, he had decided that it was a good idea to squeeze the omegas neck, which in turn had caused the younger boy to squirm in place and then…

 Jungkook growled.

For a moment, the alpha thought he was going insane, there was no other way to explain the way his body and inner alpha was reacting to the events happening in front of his eyes. He did not remember a moment of his life where he had growled at someone else, much less at Taehyung. He and the other alpha had had plenty of arguments since they had started being friends and started living together. They had both been around each other’s partners or romantic interests and interacted with them. The tattooed alpha had lost count of how many times he had come home to Taehyung giggling and chatting away with his last ex boyfriend, he had seen them casually touch and serve each other food with no issue. Jungkook had never been a possessive person when it came to partners, nor he had been jealous before. But, it seemed like, just like that blueberry scent was the first one that did not make him gag or scrunch his nose, the omega was also the first one making Jungkook be reduced to primal responses. 

It was ridiculous to think that Taehyng’s alpha posed a threat to him in anyway. The omega and him were brother’s after all, if you paid close attention you would see the family resemblance in their features, like the color of their skin and the identical surprise facial expression. The pair that Jungkook had initially mistaken as lovers, might have a completely different kind of relationship between them. If the likeness was not enough proof of them being related, the fact that Taehyung had explicitly said that they were brothers and the similar scent should have been a dead giveaway. So, why could’t Jungkook’s alpha understand this ? Why was he getting agitated over the situation in front of him? It was embarrassing? He was giving a horrible first impression to the most attractive and best smelling omega ever. 

Taehyung’s face expression was unreadable, an option to remain impassive, just staring back at the growling alpha without taking his eyes away from his brother. If anything, he had chosen to take a step forward and put his body in between them, as a makeshift shield. Did he notice that he had stopped scruffing his brother? Or that Jungkook had stopped growling?. That was also his alpha moving on instinct, trying to protect an omega from a possible threat. Things could get ugly so fast. That apartment would be the worst place to be in if the tension continued. 

Their saving grace came in the form of the freshly presented omega, who promptly got up from the couch, skirt rising for a short second, letting Jungkook almost get a glimpse of whatever underwear he might be wearing. The younger elegantly dodged his brother’s extended arm that had reached out to stop him and promptly walked till he was a metre away from Jungkook. 

Damn, up close the omega was even more beautiful. You were able to truly admire how long his legs were, because he was almost Jungkook’s height, who was average height for an alpha, which in turn made de omega be considerably tall. Despite almost being the same height as him, the alpha was much more broader. He could easily overpower him if he wanted, grab him by the nape and bend him over and…

“I’m Namjoon, tho you can call me Joon. Pleased to meet you, Jungkook-sunbaenim” The omega gave him a deep bow, lifting back up with a bright smile, twin dimples on his cheeks, hands clasped demurely in front of him.

Gosh He was so handsome, so perfect. Jungkook's brain supplied. He must be staring at the omega like an idiot. Perfect for us.. Perfect to bite, to claim. His inner alpha had rumbled back. He did not opt for a handshake because he did not trust himself to touch the omega.So he just nodded in silence, acknowledging the omega’s words. 

“I’m sorry about him Joonbug, Mr. Personality here doesn’t deal well with people” the raspberry smelling alpha tried to break the ice once again, in hopes of making the situation less uncomfortable. 

“Yeah, sorry. I’m Koo-jeon-ggook-jun Jungkook…fuck, sorry. You can call me hyung”

Taehyung did not waste the chance to make fun of him. In a different situation he would have tried to kick his friend in the middle, but his stuttering had made the omega laugh delightedly. His laugh sounded more like a shout, but it made his eyes sparkle and dimples get more prominent. He looked so cute. 

You would look even more cute when I bite you his alpha growled.

Having the omega at their den was torture. Even if Jungkook tried to ignore the smell, the visuals were just too much. To see the omega perched on their dinner table, tanned legs crossed, skirt riding high as he chatted away with his brother while their food finished cooking. Watching him lose control of his body as he laughed, almost falling back to lay against the wooden surface. The multiple stolen glances the omega was giving him. Jungkook was trying to be a good alpha and a good host, making sure he was not getting too close to the omega to not overwhelm him with his pheromones. But he wanted nothing more than to slot himself between the omega’s thighs and kiss him. Would he also want Jungkook to kiss him? He smelled interested, his pupils were still dilated, body shaking in a subtle way. The omega was slowly falling onto a pheromone high, but Jungkook was not sure if anyone other than him had noticed that. Having the omega reacting that way to his scent, was getting a bit to his head. 

The stolen glances would continue as they had lunch. Jungkook had made the wisest choice possible and had sat the furthest away from the omega. He made sure that when he looked up he saw Taehyung’s face, he did not want to be caught staring at the other boy, nor he wanted to feel when he was stared at either. He had to keep it together till the blueberry scent was out of his den. In the meantime, he would reign in his thoughts so his aroused scent did not give him away

“I will protect him from any asshole that looks at him twice. I won’t hesitate to rip their knots out with my teeth” his roommate had growled at him after the keypad at their door had signaled a closed door and Jungkook was back to the living room. “If you ever see any nosy alpha buzzing around you better tell me” his usual dark chocolate scent smelled extremely bitter at that moment. 

“Tae. He is an adult. If he wants to date someone, let him. You were dating when you were younger than him” he tried to calm down the alpha by patting his shoulder, which had resulted in his hand being slapped away. 

“Not on my watch” he snarled and stomped back to his room. 

He did not understand why he was so angry over the idea of his brother having a partner and a sex life. Taehyung had always spoken great of omegas and had attended several demonstrations in favor of omega’s rights. Hell, he was part of the Omega Chaperone Program with Jungkook, where they could be called to walk or drive omega’s back to their dorms or apartments if it was late at night. He had never made a comment about the ways omegas dressed or talked badly about any of them. This behaviour was most likely prompted by his brother. Jungkook guessed that seeing your younger brother become an adult was not easy. 

Alas, it was something that Taehyung would eventually have to come to terms with. It was only a matter of time that the omega found someone that caught his attention, and he also would have no trouble getting the attention from other people. Jungkook had put himself in line behind the omega, pondering whether he should shoot his shot. The omega had looked and smelled extremely interested in Jk and their last interaction at the door had just served as confirmation.  

Jungkook had been caught red handed trying to peek under the omega’s skirt, wanting to get a glimpse of his underwear, but only getting to see the edge of some safety shorts. When he had lifted his eyes, embarrassed, he had noticed that the omega was watching him. Looking over his shoulder, Namjoon looked extremely smug, and had taken his sweet time on tying his shoes and rising back up again. 

“I’m so happy I finally got to meet you, Hyung. You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt about you” his voice dropped a bit lower, trying to convey the existence of a double meaning behind his words.The alpha stood straighter at that, the hairs on his nape standing up, fingers clenching and unclenching. “I understand now why TaeTae hyung has kept us away”

Look at the way he looks at us, look at those eyes his alpha howled delightedly. He sounds so good calling us hyung, he would sound better moaning it. 

“It’s not like Taehyung has told me anything about you either. All this time I thought you might be his boyfriend” at this the omega lifts a brow interested, so Jk elaborates “Because the petnames and the constant calls, but you do look alike”

“Yeah? I’m the prettier sibling, right?” There it was again, the coy glance, plump lips parting to form a cute pout. His lips looked so soft and glossy, he wanted to bite them as they kissed. They even had a matching mole under their bottom lip.

“Yeah…you are very pretty” He blurted, almost vomiting the words as if he couldn't keep them in. He stared in awe at the omegas' delighted expression, the way his scent bloomed and caressed Jungkook's face, he smelled so good …so good. “So pretty”. 

Omega licked the gloss of his lips as his nostrils flaring once again, eyes briefly shining ice blue. 

“Thank you, hyungie. You are so handsome too” 

He turned around to open the door but glanced once again at Jungkook over his shoulder and he smirked.

Later on, when the omega had left the apartment with another one of his dimpled smiles Taehyung would apologize over bringing Namjoon into the apartment without warning him in advance, and without telling the omega to wear scent patches. He would not make one single comment about Jungkook’s growl, or the way the cherry smelling alpha and the omega seemed to be so caught up on one another. Nor on the way Jungkook had walked Namjoon to the door and had stared at him as the omega bent down to get his shoes on. Jk was not sure if that was a good or a bad sight, but he definitely did not want to talk about it. Jungkook tended to run his mouth when he was anxious, so there was a high possibility of him letting his friend know how attracted he was to his little brother. Jungkook pretty much wanted to keep all his body parts intact , in order to do so, he should not voice his thoughts about Namjoon. 

Jungkook was fucked, Taehyung was so gonna rip his throat out. 

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“You should have seen the way he was looking at me, Chim” he purred delightedly, eyes shining with mischief. He smelled so pleased with himself. One hand gripping the handle bars of the shopping cart as the other one was holding his phone to his ear. He had to do a last minute grocery run. He was planning to attend the school year inauguration party that took place after the first week of classes, which also marked one week since he had last seen Jungkook, the handsome alpha that had not been able to tell him his name without stuttering. “He was so cute, Chim. Even hotter from up close, so tall and broad…. and his eyes… woof” he covered his face as he kept holding the phone firmly to his ear. The omega already knew what face his friend must be making, because he had already told him how everything had gone down. Jimin had listened attentively to everything Joon had said, sitting on the edge of their couch, while the omega stood in front of the tv narrating everything extremely excited. “Yeah yes, I’m just getting one last thing and I’ll come back to the apartment, give me 20 minutes”.

Finding out that the alpha he was lusting for was his hyung’s best friend and roommate had been such a treat. Now, he had him closer than ever, his plan would be much easier. Well, calling it a plan was a far stretch. It was quite ironic that he had initially planned to avoid his brother as much as possible, in order to be able to have freedom and be able to talk to whoever he wanted. However, now, the object of his desire shared an apartment with his brother. So, if he wanted to get close to the alpha in a non suspicious way, he would have to visit his brother from time to time. The flat had smelled so much of the alphas unfiltered cherry scent, Namjoon had been on the verge of slicking during the couple hours that he had been there. 

He would admit that he had been a tad hesitant about approaching any alpha or beta. His family had kept him so hidden away since before he presented, telling him how he had a bright future ahead of him and that relationships did nothing but distract someone. He was young, smart and beautiful and should date someone that was worthy of him. For Namjoon, alphas were like the boogeyman, but that perspective changed once he got a glimpse of Jeon Jungkook. He was ready to go against all of his family’s wishes just for a crumble of that alpha’s attention. The only problem was his hyung, that had made him activate the permanent location on his phone. So, his brother would be notified whenever Joon would leave the apartment and would let him know where he was at all times. (Controlling much ?)

The omega was determined to recreate at least one of his wet dreams with that specific alpha. He was sure that Jeon Jungkook would be able to make him see stars with just one kiss and his inner omega was desperate to be claimed by such a good smelling prime specimen. Best part of all? He was sure that the alpha was dying to get his hands on him too. The way he had looked at him while they were eating. The way his scent had spiked with arousal when Joon had bent down to tie his shoes. 

Stopping in front of the aisle that he had been looking for, he examined the contents of the shelves. He hoped that they had exactly what he wanted there, because he really was not looking forward to ordering it online, as it would not arrive on time. Thankfully they had it there, he grabbed three of the most colorful packs and threw them in the cart before making his way to the register. However, he froze in place when he saw a familiar face on the cereal aisle. His excited and anxious scent must have given him away, because cat-like eyes stopped scanning the boxes and zeroed on him. 

“Sunbae, hi!” The younger one greeted him with a polite bow and a big smile. It was still so bizarre to him, to bump into people from college at random places, almost as if he did not expect them to exist outside of classes. Granted that, since the school year had started he had not seen that particular sunbae outside of the library or composition class. 

“Joon-ah, hi” the alpha TA drawled, his rich coffee scent tickling his nose. He always smelled so good and calming. Min Yoongi, the star student of the music department that had all the professors gushing. Namjoon’s first impression had been that he was cold and full of himself, but that had lasted ten minutes, until the alpha approached him to see how he was doing with his assignment and in the deepest and most gentle voice had praised his writing. He might have a resting bitch face, but he was also the most respectful alpha Joon had ever interacted with aside from his brother.

To say that Joon had been fascinated by the alpha was an understatement, he was so smart, he could listen to him talk for hours. So, he had not wasted any time on trying to get into the alpha’s good graces so they could see each other outside of class. However, he had no interest in the alpha aside from academic and friendship purposes, his mind was still plagued by the cherry smelling alpha, but if he could befriend a prodigy student, then it would also be beneficial for him. Should he also say that from the first minute he was also aware that Min Yoongi happened to be Hyung's most recent crush? yeah, maybe he should keep that for himself. He could not have everyone knowing that under his naive appearance he was actually a mastermind. 

Getting his brother off his back was not an easy fit, but Joon was also the smart sibling. It had only taken him one giggle and one look with his big puppy eyes to get Yoongi Hyung to tell him what were his plans for that weekend. Turns out, he was planning on attending a club where a local band was going to hold a concert. Feigning interest, he had managed to get all the information he needed about the event, like time and place and had learnt that the alpha was going to go alone. Now, he only had to mention the concert to his brother, and let him know that his crush was going to be there. And bam, that's how you got rid of your overprotective brother for one night. Even if he managed to track his location, he was sure that he wouldn't go looking for him if he had his crush there. 

Yoongi hyung was going to be collateral damage. Namjoon seriously hoped that he wouldn’t get mad at him when or if he found out that he had something to do with an alpha trying to flirt with him. Although Joon had the feeling that it was going to turn out extremely good. 

“Are you sure your plan is going to work?” the pink haired alpha had inquired as he checked his reflection on his phone screen as he walked down the street. “I think you underestimate how protective your brother is”. Putting those dangly earrings had been one of his best last minute decisions, they really pulled all the look together. 

“Ah Chim, you also underestimate how dumb my brother goes for pretty alphas. He’s been smitten over Yoongi hyung for a whole semester” He was also checking himself out, but on a small compact mirror he always carried. Convincing his brother to create a meet cute with the alpha of his dreams had been the perfect opportunity to go out himself. Now that he was 21 and was also allowed to drink alcohol like any other adult.

,Seeing people clubbing on films and hearing testimonies of what went down in those places had nothing on experiencing it yourself. The music pounding and the overwhelming mix of scents. It seemed like many people had decided to forego scent patches or scent suppressors, choosing to let people get a whiff of their unfiltered scents. To Namjoon’s over-developed senses it was almost too much, but he also had never been exposed to that many scents in such a cramped space. He understood then why people would want to get drunk, to make the experience more endurable. 

There were certain clubs that only let you in if you had a specific subgener, like only omega clubs, which were mainly focused on protecting omegas from alphas, and also for omegas who were only attracted to other omegas. Alpha Only clubs were extremely rare because it was still seen as taboo to see an alpha dating another one. In Namjoon’s opinion, that was stupid, his own brother was only attracted to alphas, and his friend Jimin had talked to him once about sleeping with an alpha and enjoying it a lot. The omega thought that people should care less about what other people did in the bedroom. 

The place was called “Smoke Sprite”, and was extremely packed, bodies pressed impossibly close on the dance floor, everyone rubbing against each other, swapping scents without noticing. Namjoon’s heart was thumping on his chest with excitement, looking around with bright and big eyes, curious. He felt like a kid in a toy store who was told they could choose whatever they wanted. He understood why his parents had painted those places as the devil’s den, because they did certainly look like places where a lot of sin was about to go down. 

“Come, we’ll get something to drink!” the omega shouted over the loud music as he tugged on Jimin’s arm. As he moved across the dancefloor, he noticed several strangers trying to brush against him to leave some of their scent behind. Perhaps, to mark him and find him later with more ease.  

Namjoon had no intention of meeting anyone that day, or doing anything more than having a drink and enjoying the music. He just wanted to get away from his brother for a bit and have some fun doing what other college students did in their free time.

Step one: Dress up to slay- Done.

Step two: Go to a club - Done.

Step three: Have a drink- Almost done*

*Getting the attention from the bartenders had proven to be such a difficult task given how many people were hovering around the bar, drinking or trying to get their own drinks. 

“You should be the one to order. You’ll get your drinks right away as soon as they see you” The alpha encouraged pushing gently at Joon’s lower back to get him moving. 

The omega was a man on a mission, fixing his clothes to make sure he looked his best before ordering their drinks. It was going to be one of the first times that he made use of his sharp pheromones to get other alphas to do whatever he wanted. There was no guarantee that the alpha would be interested in him at all, but according to Jimin it was worth a try. 

There was a prickling sensation on the side of his face, almost as if he was being stared at. Without seeing who it was he could feel the intensity of the gaze that seemed to want to bore holes on his skin. No doubt, it belonged to an alpha, his inner omega was perking with interest believing that the sensation was no foreign but somewhat familiar. The tempo of the music dropped as he looked up to stare across the bar. 

Baby, ride me ‘till the darkness of the night. 

He then made eye contact with a familiar set of round and dark eyes, that briefly flashed gold as soon as they made eye contact. 

Kill me softly like you want me euthanised. 

There he was, staring at him from the other side of the club, elbows leaning on the bar while sipping on a light yellow drink, was Jeon Jungkook. 

It was as if an electric current went through the omega’s body, making him shiver in place, goosebumps erupting in his arms. Were his legs shaking too? they must be, because he suddenly had the urge to rest his body weight on the bar so he wouldn’t fall down. Who would have thought that he would bump into the alpha on his first night out? Was the universe making things easier for him? Not only had he made sure that his brother was out of the way and busy, but he also had conjured the perfect scenario to strike a conversation with the cherry smelling alpha. 

Look what the cat dragged in his inner omega purred without letting Joon break the intense eye contact.What a delight of a surprise.

“Chim, you have to see this” he turned around to talk to his friend and inform him of what just had happened, but his friend was nowhere to be seen, he was talking to it. When did they get separated ? He could not even spot him near. Had he been abandoned ?

When he turned back front, he found out that the alpha was also no longer lounging by the bar. Both his figure and the dink was missing, vanishing into thin air. Had he actually seen the alpha there or was his mind playing tricks on him?. 

“Well, hello there, pretty baby” a heady voice grumbled next to him. Slowly a scent trickled into his nose, making him hold back the urge to gag. It smelled like smoke, strong alcohol and coal. Namjoon’s omega recoiled with a grimace, showing its clear distaste for the new scent. It smelled just too bitter and dirty, a contrast to the omega’s sweet and creamy smell. It was almost an insulting mix. 

“Not interested” he rushed to retort, not even bothering to turn and looking at the strange alpha that had dared to try and make a move on him. He appreciated the bravery, but it was obvious the omega was not interested. There was only one alpha on his mind. One alpha that apparently was at the same club as him that night, maybe lurking in the shadows. 

“Oh, come one. Why are you being so high and mighty?” the smoke scent got sharped, spiked with arousal. It just made Namjoon want to gag, his omega getting restless and not in a good way “You smell so sweet, have you ever had your first heat yet?” 

“Wow, when I thought you couldn’t be more of a jerk. That’s none of your business” He batted his lashes with a condescending smile “Now, leave. You stink are you’re making me want to vomit, and this top is pretty expensive” he kept giving the alpha his side profile, not even wanting to give him the privilege of seeing his entire face. 

“bitch..” the alpha growled under his breath, getting agitated. No doubt getting triggered by an omega trumping his advances. “You come here dressed like a slut, no mark on your neck and no patches and then try to act all proper. That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble, if you weren’t an omega I would…” his voice turned more somber as he kept on talking, yet he did not get to finish his sentence because suddenly a figure loomed over them, an overpowering presence making an appearance. 

“You would what? Come on, finish that sentence. I dare you” the new voice gruffed. The fresh scent of cherries reached Joon’s nose, making his omega preen in delight. He was there, for real. 

Namjoon turned around on time to see the alpha’s face, features morphing into an expression of surprise and slight terror. Did he recognize the cherry smelling alpha from somewhere? It seemed like so, because the alpha took a step back and visibly paled. 

“Jungkook sunbae” the alpha babled. “I was just..”

“You were just harassing an omega” Jungkook was as handsome as Namjoon remembered. Hair recently trimmed, sides of his head freshly shaved and the rest being artfully styled, almost effortlessly. Strong legs clad on some motorcycle pants and also wearing a biker jacket, red, black and white. He looked commanding, like trouble, and like everything Namjoon wanted. His facial features were pulled into a frown. He was angry, annoyed, tipped off, however you wanted to describe it, but it was all because of the strange alpha. 

Initially, Jungkook had planned walking around the bar and towards where Namjoon was. He would admit that seeing the omega at that bar had been shocking, especially when he noticed the way he was dressed. The elder knew he had not dressed like that for him, and yet his inner alpha was puffing his chest out and proud. ‘his omega was so gorgeous’, but ...the young boy wasn't his omega at all, he wasn't even his friend. He was being quite bold when making fantasies in his head. 

He had felt his blood boil when he had seen the broad alpha approaching Namjoon, who had looked so cute waiting for the bartender to pay attention to him. He knew what the alpha's intentions were, because he was an alpha himself, and he knew what instincts could do to someone when they were in the presence of a godly omega. The stranger had already been testing Jungkook’s patience when he had approached Namjoon despite the omega clearly not interested. However, resulting in being disrespectful to Joon, that had been the same as the alpha signing his death sentence in Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Come on, finish what you were saying” he took a step forward making sure that he was close enough to punch the alpha in the mouth if needed. “Cat got your tongue now?”

The smoke smelling alpha looked on both sides, trying to find an escape route from Jungkook. It was clear that he recognized the tattooed alpha from campus, after all he had a reputation. Most of the students, even if they did not know his name, knew that he was a boxer, and that, although he had never gotten into a fight, people knew better than trying to test his fighting skills. That seemed to be the case for that unruly alpha, who was all back when he was talking to the omega, but had no bite as soon as Jk appeared. 

“I’m sorry sunbae. I just.. drank a lot and....”

“Well, then better get going. I don’t really wanna see you or smell your crappy scent anymore. So, buck it” he bared his teeth the tiniest bit, but it was enough to scare the alpha off and let him know that he was prepared to throw hands. “Go”.

Jungkook projected his angry scent just a bit, but it was enough to prompt the alpha to scurry away, getting lost in the sea of people. The cherry smelling alpha was glad that the confrontation did not get more serious. Don’t get him wrong, he was all for putting nasty alphas in their place, but he also did not want to be aggressive in front of the omega that plagued his dreams and fantasies. He was not sure what the omega was. Well, he did know he was interested in him because he had smelled it, but that was probably a recently presenting omega reacting to any alpha they might find attractive. Jungkook knew he was good looking, Namjoon was not the first, nor he was going to be the last omega smelling interested around him, yet he was the only one the alpha cared about at the moment. That was why he had stepped in to rescue him, and why he was now still lingering around him. 

“I was ready to kick his balls in before you arrived, you know?” Kook made his best effort to keep the eye contact as much as possible, but his eyes kept trailing down, to the unblemished and golden skin of the omega’s neck and collarbones that were all on display, almost taunting him to bite. 

“Were you really?” color him surprised because Jungkook could not picture the omega being aggressive, much less while wearing the clothes he had on that night. He was sure that the omega could barely lift his legs given how tight his leather skirt was, it was almost as if it were fused to his skin.

“Two more seconds and I would have made him sterile with my furry boots” he put both hands on his hips and stared down at the alpha, he looked and smelled so good, even with all the scents around, he stood out perfectly. 

“I don’t doubt that, you have strong legs” he took a quick glance at the toned tights, half covered by some fishnets, skin looking soft and moisturized, almost glittery under the club lights. 

“Did my brother send you to spy on me? I’m an adult, you know?”

“For the record, he didn’t, but he is just worried about you. You are his little brother” It was true, while Taehyung had not asked him explicitly to go to the club to spy on Joon, he also had asked him to tell him if he ever saw an alpha looming around his brother. Perhaps, the raspberry and chocolate smelling alpha was being extremely overprotective, but Jungkook was the maknae of his family, and his older siblings still treated him like a baby. “To be honest, I think he would deck me if he knew I was here with you. He likes talking about what he will do to any alpha who dares to interact with you”

Namjoon’s inner omega purred delighted at the fact that JK was not at all intimidated by his brother, and that he still had come to his rescue and still talked to him. Besides, the omega was not noseblind, and he could clearly smell how interested the alpha’s scent was turning by the second, the cherry scent turning more sticky, almost like a lollypop that had stayed too long under the sun. He wondered if he would feel sticky under his tongue too. 

“Well, my brother has his hands full right now” he made a show of looking around as if he was searching for his brother, while also trying to locate his friend among the crowd. Then he turned back to the alpha giving him his best dimpled smile. “Wanna keep me company to make sure no other nasty alpha gets near me?”

“You are a brat, did anyone tell you that?

“No, I'm a doll. Buy me a drink?”

Jungkook had not agreed faster to anything, immediately raising his hand to get the bartenders attention and a refill for himself and a new drink for the omega. Two highballs. 

Let the night begin

When the alpha had told him he was about to take him home, he expected to be walked back to the bus stop, or the alpha would have walked him to his apartment building. He did not expect to be led to the slick black and red motorcycle that was parked just a few metres down the street from the house. The omega had never ridden a motorcycle before, his eomma liked to call them ‘death traps’ and his father had warned him that any alpha that owned one of them was not someone to trust. For Namjoon, it made Jungkook even hotter in his eyes. Now the padded pants made sense. 

“My hyung and parents will kill me if they see me on one of these” he mumbled as he admired how new and shiny the bike was. It was clear that the alpha took care of it. His tummy tingled imagining himself straddling the vehicle and feeling the motor rumbling between his thighs. The fact that his parents disapproved of it only made him more excited. 

The alpha turned to smile at him over his shoulder, the canines a little too sharp, a little too dangerous. 

“I don’t see them here, tho. Just you and me” he threw one of his legs over the bike to take the kickstand off. “Besides, your brother asked me to keep an eye on you. He will chop my balls off if he knew I left you walk home alone” 

“Are you keeping an eye on me?” the omega asked, standing next to the bike. He was getting excited over the idea of the alpha looking after him, even if it was being encouraged by his brother. 

The alpha looked at him then, really looked at him and put the kickstand back on to stand up and get in the omega's personal space. The cherry scent hit him right in the face again, so intoxicating. 

“I’m keeping both eyes on you” he reached over the omega's head to help him put on the helmet. It was a full-face helmet that slightly obscured his vision. It felt heavy and too warm, but it was also impregnated with the alpha’s unfiltered scent. Namjoon had no way to escape from the cherry aroma that was pressed against his nose.  

“The devil horns suit you. Need my help getting on it?” he gestured to the bike, ushering the omega with a hand on his lower back. 

The omega was completely capable of getting on the bike with no issue, even given how tight his skirt was, but he was also a tease, and he would not pass the opportunity of pretending to be a damsel in distress. Jimin had told him once that alphas loved providing and helping, even with the most insignificant thing. 

“Yeah, never ridden one of these before” he mumbled coyly as the alpha hovered his hands over his hips in case he needed to grab him and hoist him up. Such a gentleman, not even daring to brush against the omega’s skin. Once the omega was sat, both thighs spread, one on either side of the bike, the alpha took a step back. Most likely to admire the omega sitting on his bike. So, Namjoon decided to give him an image to keep on his brain, as he scooted his ass back and arched his back a little, supporting his weight on his hands. Even with the helmet on, he could see how Jungkook clenched his fists close, knuckles white, wanting to reach out but not daring to. It reminded Joon of that Pride and Prejudice scene. 

Riding a bike was so liberating, even if he was wearing a helmet, he could feel the wind caress his legs and exposed skin of his waist and neck. It was not a particularly cold night but Namjoon felt surprisingly chilly, or maybe it was the adrenaline preventing him from feeling any cold. The alpha’s body was like a furnace in front of him, there were layers of clothes between the both of them, but as his arms wrapped around the alpha’s middle, he could feel the warmth he radiated. 

Not even in his best dreams had he imagined himself so close to the alpha. If he was feeling bold enough he would try to slide his hands under the alpha’s shirt, but he did not want to cause a wreck, and touching the alpha without explicit permission was a no go. 

The tension between them while we rode on the bike was nothing compared to the tension that seemed to envelope them when JK stopped in front of the omega’s building. Especially when Namjoon had started getting off the bike. The alpha had to blink and stare at the sky because he was sure that if he looked down he would have been able to get a glimpse of the omega’s underwear. Was he wearing panties or something else. There were two strings coming off the waist of his short skirt, digging into the fat of his hips, making slight indentations. The mere sight of them was making Jungkook’s teeth ache. He wondered if the string would snap against the omega’s skin if he tugged on them. What would the omega’s reaction be?

“Thank you for taking me home, hyung” the omega was frantically smoothing his hair down, wearing the helmet that had messed up all the hard work he had put on it. The alpha thought he looked beautiful no matter what even more so when he looked all disheveled. 

“It's nothing. I could not let you walk home alone” he rolled his shoulders and straightened his back, making himself taller and broader. Joon was not sure if the alpha was aware that he was doing it, but the omega will not complain about the display. “What if something happened to you? What if someone tried to take advantage of you?”

“I can fight. I used to do taekwondo with my hyung when I was younger. "He made a joke of raising his fists and doing a defensive stance. 

“You look like you bite” he lifted his chin before smiling at the omega 

“So do you” the omega stared back at him, wide smile spread on his lips, dimples on display. 

“Has anyone told you you are a brat?” the alpha was utterly amused, he could feel a subtle thrill growing on his body, tingling on his skin.

“You, a couple of times. But I thought we had established that I’m a doll and the prettier sibling" He cupped his cheek with one hand, fingers barely gracing his skin before sliding down his neck, Jungkook could not help but follow the movement with his eyes, going from his neck to the omega’s face, zeroing on his lips. After having a couple of drinks the gloss had worn off, but the lips still retained the reddish stain. 

He must have noticed how the alpha was staring at him with such intensity. How his eyes were laser sharp focused on his mouth, iris shaking as if he were having vivid thoughts. Was he thinking about the things he wanted to do to Namjoon? Was that why he was looking at his lips ? Had he been staring at him like that all night? His eyes were so intense… so dark. Namjoon felt himself rooted in place, body getting warmer and warmer by the second. He was like a rubber that you tug on and on waiting for it to snap. 

And it snapped. 

“Are you gonna kiss me or are you just going to keep staring at my lips forever?” He said it all in one breath, voice almost running out at the end. 

The alpha looked as if he had been slapped, body swaying back a few inches and eyes wild. He took a few seconds to properly react, most likely going over the possible consequences of kissing the omega. Many of them possibly including being stabbed in his sleep by his roommate. However, none of the imaginary scenarios must have been compelling enough because in a rush, he reached forward and grabbed at the omega’s sides. 

His hands were big, rough fingers digging in the unblemished skin of the omega’s waist. The omega had no time to ask to be kissed again because the alpha crashed their lips together right there and then. 

Namjoon had never in his life had been kissed like that. Granted, he had just kissed someone else before, although he was not sure if that sloppy experimentation made out with Jimin really counted as a real real kiss. What the cherry smelling alpha was giving him, was a kiss. He felt so small, so pliant. His inner omega was screaming at him to part his lips, to relax his mouth, to let the alpha take whatever he wanted from him. 

Gosh, he wanted for the alpha’s lips to never leave him. 

Every time Joon managed to get some little bit of air in his lungs, the alpha took it away from him with a kiss. 

“Fuck, your lips. You look. ...You just taste unreal” the alpha growled before gently sweeping his tongue over Joon’s bottom lip, almost asking for permission. Namjoon could swear that he almost tasted a slight cherry flavor coming from the alpha’s tongue. 

“Pop my Cherry” the omega panted, pupils dilated and cheeks rosy. He looked into the alpha’s eyes when the other abruptly pulled apart to look at him, a feral look on his face “My gloss’s color name” he clarified “it’s cherry flavored, my favorite”

“You….you are a fucking brat” 

“Oh, alpha. With this face and these lips.. a brat? More like a Bratz… I’m a doll..and the prettier sibling” 

“A Bratz?”

The alpha’s chest was violently moving up and down with his harsh breaths, nails almost clawing at the omega’s skin, refusing to let go. Joon was not sure if it was because of the kiss, the fact that he had called him alpha, or proclaiming himself as a doll. But, if that had not been enough to make the alpha be completely at his mercy, to have him snap and devour him…then his next words would.

“Yeah…a Bratz. Wanna come up to my dorm and play with me?”

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“God, your brother is going to fucking kill me” the alpha panted like a dog against the omega’s nape, canines aching to have a bite. He thought getting to kiss the omega would make the itch go away, but it only worsened his obsession. His inner alpha was going feral. His mind kept replaying the kiss they had shared against his bike. How the omega had melted against him, lips parted, letting himself be kissed and inviting Jungkook to do whatever he wanted with him. How he could almost taste the blueberries on his tongue. 

After the omega had offered him to play with him, the alpha swears he saw red. He was not proud of himself to admit how roughly he had grabbed onto the omega to kiss him again. It could not even be considered a kiss, it was more of the alpha trying to devour the omega with his lips. And the only thing that Joon did was take it, he let his body relax in the alphas arms and he parted his lips eagerly with a little moan, body arching so his chest pressed against the alpha’s. Jk just anchored his hands to the omega’s nicely shaped hips, fingers digging so hard that he was sure there would be a mark. Perhaps, he was being too rough with the omega, given it was only the second kiss they shared, but his alpha would not listen. 

Jungkook could not help letting his hands wander until they were cupping Namjoon’s ass. Palms over the leather fabric of his mini skirt. The alpha’s hands were so big that the tips of his fingers reached past the edge of the skirt and graced the warm skin of the omega’s thighs. That fact only fueled the alpha’s hunger, who deepened the kiss as he harshly gripped the omega's ass, making him stand on his tippy toes and keen. He could not feel any of the fabric that was supposed to belong to the omega’s underwear, which could only mean two things. That the omega was not wearing anything under that skirt, or that his choice of underwear was leaving nothing to the imagination. 

Jungkook’s brain flat-lined.  

He was going insane. 

Opening the door was a struggle, because the omega kept fumbling with the keypad, entering the wrong combination over and over, but who could blame him? He had an alpha’s warm body pressing him against the door, lips brushing against his nape, shy of his scent gland. If Joon angled his hips a little bit to the left he would be cradling the alpha’s erection with his ass. After the heated kiss they had shared, the omega’s hands and legs had not stopped shaking, no wonder he could not open the door. The scent of cherries was making it extremely difficult to concentrate. He felt like his legs would give out if it wasn’t for the alpha’s body holding him in place. He was also sure he was getting wetter by the second. It would be so embarrassing if it started sliding down his thighs. Not something you would want your next door neighbor to find you like that, he wouldn't be able to face them again. 

“I need you to take a step back for a second, please” Joon reached a hand to push at the alpha’s stomach to move him. He did not have to use much force, because the alpha took a swift step back on his own, taking all the warmth away along with his body. Even if he had been the one asking him to move “You smell too strong, my brain feels mushy” he panted as he planted both hands against his door and took a deep breath, head falling forward between his arms. 

Jungkook took a second to appreciate the position the omega was in : back slightly arched and ass propped up. That tight skirt looked sinful on him, leather clinging to him so tight that he was surprised he could even bend down. His legs looked out of this world, thighs calling to the alpha like a siren, so strong and skin golden like molten caramel. He wondered if they would look even better with marks on them. He wondered if he bruised up pretty. With his hands propped against the wall like that and back arched, the omega was at the perfect angle for Jungkook to rail him against the door. It was a miracle that he had not tried to roll the omega’s skirt up yet, or tried to touch him any further. But, being honest, his hands were shaking too much to do much of anything without making himself look like a noob. 

The door lock chimed, signaling that the correct passcode had been entered. 

The older almost sent both of them toppling to the ground as they made their way through the front door because he had missed to notice the amount of shoes that were at the entrance. Jimin had been telling the omega for days that he should clear his side of the entrance. Given how clumsy the omega was, the pink haired alpha was scared that one day he was going to trip over one shoe and break a bone and Joon had been putting it off for days. However, it also made for an experience neither of them would forget. They were both so desperate to get inside the apartment that they did not pay attention to their surroundings.

 Although, it might also have been Joon’s fault that they almost fell. Mainly, because as soon as he entered the right code, he had grabbed at the alpha’s belt loops and tugged him inside the house. Jungkook was only human, and having such a good smelling omega with their hands so close to his crotch, was making his brain a tad fuzzy too. 

Taking their footwear was a struggle. Jungkook almost fell to the floor again as he tried to kick his chunky shoes off without untying the laces. He should have worn regular sneakers instead of those stomper boots, but it had been a fashion choice. Joon’s situation was not better, the fur on the boots made it difficult to see where the zipper was. In the end, they got kicked off with the rest of the stray shoes at the entrance and finally made it inside in one piece. 

If it were another time, the alpha would have spent some time trying to analyze the omega’s apartment. Maybe having a small game of finding out what things had been chosen by the omega and which ones had been chosen by the roommate. If Jungkook’s senses had not been as distracted as he was, he would have noticed the other scent that was in the room, one that has not been able to be completely wiped away by the scent diffusers they usually have on. One that actually belonged to another alpha. Well, maybe they should be thankful he was too busy trying to not lose control over how good the omega smelled.

They stood in silence staring at each other, right by the entrance of the apartment, neither of them making any move to step further into the apartment or approach each other again. They were the same ones that had missed their floor twice because they were messily making out in the elevator. They had only parted because they started being scolded by one of the older ladies that lived there. 

Now, safe and sound inside the apartment, they could do everything they wanted, but they seemed to be frozen in place by an invisible force that was between them, like a rubber band that was being tugged and tugged and would snap when you least expected it.

“You smell amazing” Joon said, almost whispering, voice going a tad deeper and breathless. He was going crazy over the alphas cherry scent saturating his apartment. He hoped that the smell would stick for days, so he could keep smelling it after the alpha was gone. Not even in his most vivid dreams his mind had been able to conjure such a fantastic cherry scent. He kept taking lungfulls of it, lips parted so he could taste it on his tongue, senses getting dizzy from the pheromone high. “I can almost taste you on my tongue”

His first pheromone high. If the night kept going like that, he would have many firsts. His body thrummed with excitement at the thought. He was sure his eyes must be black with how much his pupils should be dilated. 

“You smell so good. It’s making me insane” the alpha babbled, hands shaking “Why the fuck you smell so good?”. His pupils were also blown wide, just a thin gold rim remained on his eyes. 

“To drive you mad” The omega reached a hand forward to grab at the alpha’s pants, right by the belt loops and tug him forward with a pout “what are you going to do about it?”

“You don’t wanna know what I would do to you” he growled. 

“Why not? I thought you were going to play with me, alpha” he took a step forward so their lips were a few centimetres apart, and giving the alpha his most innocent, yet seductive stare, he whispered “wanna see my nest?”

 Jungkook had to close his eyes for a couple seconds and take a deep breath. If Namjoon kept talking like that, he was going to make him lose his mind. Taehyung had commented once how he had made sure that no alpha got close to his brother, and Jungkook’s nose worked good enough to tell that the omega smelled both delightful and untouched. He was not a neanderthal, he did not care if omegas slept with other people, he did not have this weird fascination about being someone's first time. However, he could not deny that the ripe scent that the omega had didn't make his inner wolf go crazy. 

How could such an innocent smelling omega say things like those? Where had he learnt to speak like that? Did he know the effect he had on people?

It had to be the smell, the reason why his mind was so clouded that he did not remember how they had ended up entering the omega's bedroom, where his nest was. 

The bed looked extremely comfortable, soft, filled with pillows, fuzzy blankets and plushies. There were some blue and lilac fairy lights hanging above the headboard that softly illuminated the room. The comforter was decorated with a cartoon pattern that Jungkook was not familiar with. 

It was a normal bed, there was nothing special about it, other than the fact that the omega slept there every night. The same place where the omega was the most vulnerable.

Where he had his heats.

Where he laid down when he just wanted to rest. 

When the alpha opened his eyes, he had to take another deep breath to calm himself. The omega was sitting at the edge of his bed, his nest, where he slept and where his scent was the strongest. Hair all mushed up from the tough treatment, lips pouty and swollen from the kisses, cheeks red. He looked like sin incarnated, so beautiful, so dangerous. The dimmed lights of the club had not done justice to the outfit the omega was wearing.

Also, Jungkook had been trying not to be a knothead alpha and look the younger man in the eyes. That had prevented him from noticing that the omega was wearing a see through mesh top that showcased his collarbones and left his neck completely bare. It was way more exciting than the mini skirt he was wearing, because legs were one thing, but leaving all the skin on his neck for everyone to see. The same place that will hold a mating mark when the time comes. The place where omegas were the most vulnerable. The cherry smelling alpha was not a conservative asshole, people could show whatever part of their body they wanted as long as it wasn’t illegal, but Joon showing his neck was making his fangs ache, and making want to growl.

“When I was a pup, I got sick so often from eating cherries, then I switched to any cherry flavored thing I could find” The omega whispered, tilting his chin up to look at the other in the face. The alpha might have been going crazy over how pretty the omega looked, but Joon was not doing any better. Jungkook was the most handsome alpha Namjoon had seen in his life. 

Even with the baggy clothes on, you could tell that the alpha was extremely fit. He was tall, they were almost the same height, because Namjoon was above average height for an omega, and yet the alpha looked huge next to him, chunky boots or not. Shoulders so much broader than his strong legs. His exceptional alpha genes were shining with every step he took. No wonder Joon had heard rumors about other alphas being intimidated by the boxer. Anyone who would look at Jungkook would feel both gender and subgender envy. The older looked extremely comfortable on his skin and his demeanor and attitude backed it up. 

“I just love the taste of cherries on my tongue, so much” he really wanted to see how much would it take for the alpha to break and truly do what he wanted with him. 

 Jungkook let out a small growl “How much?” 

Oh, Alpha. 

“Can’t you smell how much?” he parted his legs as he spoke, getting comfortable in his nest. He loved the way he affected the alpha, and he wondered how much he could take. “I would put anything cherry flavored in my mouth” and without missing a beat, he parted his lips and lolled his tongue out. 

And then, without asking for permission to get closer to his nest or touch it, the alpha pounced. 

It was messy and feral, filled with desperation and eagerness. If you paid close attention you would see the gold bleeding through them, signaling how his inner alpha was taking over. He could not help it, the awesomeness of the omega’s smell increased tenfold when he knelt before the omega’s nest, between his golden thighs. He could not help but grab at the omega’s hips, tugging him closer to the edge of the nest. The movement was so sudden that Joon lost his balance and his upper body fell onto the mattress.

Once he got his bearings back, the omega could not help but giggle at the small angry and frustrated growls that the alpha was letting out when he was unable to pull down his leather skirt properly. His fingers were struggling to grab at the fabric properly, Namjoon shouldn’t have rubbed baby oil on that leather to make it shine. 

“It’s too tight” he huffed. 

“That’s not the only thing that’s too tight”

 The alpha grumbled and in one of those aggressive tugs he made Joon’s body slide up to the end of the bed until his legs were dangling again, which in turn made the omega giggle again. He reached down to pop off the security button the skirt had to prevent it from ripping open when you made any crazy movements, and then finally slid down the zipper. His hands were shaking slightly and he could not make them stop. It was nerve wrecking knowing that he had an alpha in his room for the first time. He had been kissed for real for the first time too. 

Namjoon felt a shiver go through all his body at the rough treatment, and, immediately after, he felt a familiar sensation between his legs. 

He was getting wet. 

He could tell when Jungkook noticed this, because he raised his head up with a wild look on his face. Pupils blown wide, eyes gold rimmed. He looked like a predator ready to hunt. Namjoon had never experienced being to an alpha this close. Granted, his best friend and roommate was an alpha, but despite the amount of years they had been friends, he had never seen in pre-rut or dominated by his alpha nature. Not even when they had kissed that one time. 

Namjoon could act as bratty as he wanted, however, he had to admit that he was a bag of nerves. He had never done anything like this before. He had only had one real heat since he presented, and had never been as affected by an alpha before. 

Jungkook must have sensed his hesitation, because he stopped his ministrations then, fingers curled on the waist of his skirt, ready to pull it down. He was seconds away from getting those damned clothes off of the omega. He had never been this mindless when having sex with his previous partners, granted that when he slept with them they were doused with suppressants and he was also taking the alpha pill. He had not stopped taking the alpha pill, yet, he was unable to think straight with the blueberry scent swirling around him. 

Joon’s whole body was tingling, and it was also hard for him to think when the smell of spiked cherries was clogging his nose. He liked being the one in control, making alphas lose their mind. Okay, maybe he was exaggerating right now, given that he had only kissed one alpha for real, two if you counted Jimin. 

He was well aware of what was going to happen when he invited the alpha to come to his dorm. For a second he had forgotten that he did not know what he was doing, all.

“So, it was not a fluke” the alpha breathed.The omega liked to act like he was extremely confident, teasing and taunting him. Yet, his scent did not like, he was anxious, and he smelled way too ripe to have done anything of that before. “You haven't done this before” 

“No” the omega said demurely “never been with anyone”

A growl

“Never had anyone touching me”

An even louder growl. 

“Never had anyone inside” 

Jungkook let out a mean snarl and crushed their lips together pressing the omega against the sheets. 

Even if Namjoon wanted to squirm away, he was pinned down to the mattress by the alpha's weight, which was making it hard to breathe. Although that also might have to do with the fact that he was being kissed so passionately that some of his neurons were disappearing. 

The thought of being the only alpha that had gotten to smell the omega that upclose, messed with his brain even more. His hands gripped the edges of the omega’s skirt and forced it to roll until it was up to his waist, leaving the alpha free range to spread the other’s legs even more. Getting a peak of the omega’s damp and lacy underwear. 

“I’m going to ruin the sheets” the omega huffed with embarrassment. The tips of his ears were red, the same tone as his cheeks. He knew the effect he had on the alpha, he could both see it and smell it, but he also liked to be a tease “you are making me so wet” 

“Stop it…just don’t talk for a second” he tested his forehead against the omega's collarbone, taking a couple of deep breaths to calm himself. 

 It made Joon feel a rush that made his toes tingle. If just talking to the alpha could make him feel this way, he knew that he too would lose his mind when they started really touching each other. “I’m going to ruin my underwear…take them off, please…alp-”

“D-don’t…don’t call me that right now” he gripped harder on the omega’s skirt, short nails digging in the leather. He could not have the gorgeous omega calling him alpha right now, he wanted to maintain the little amount of self control he had left. “If you call me that ..I’ll …just don't. Don't call me alpha” 

The omega looked at him amused and let himself rest against the sheets, getting comfortable in the nest. 

“What should I call you, then? Hyung ? Oppa …Dad-” he was cut off again by the alpha letting out a painful sound and rushing to clasp a hand over the plush lips to stop whatever the omega was about to say. 

“Hyung! Hung is fine. …just hyung”. 

The room was filled with silence then. Neither of them dared to speak for a few seconds. The only things you could make out were both their heavy breathings and the rustle of fabric as Jungkook shifted his weight to take his hand off the other boy’s face” 

“Hyung….would you teach me?” The omega muttered then. 

He raised a hand to caress the alpha's cheek and jawline with one delicate finger, making the older boy feel goosebumps. 

“Teach you what?” he panted, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful omega. 

“Teach me how good it feels to be taken? How good does it feel to be with an alpha? Hyung ... .please. Don't you want me too ? I can smell it …I can smell how much your alpha wants me….you like my scent, right? Do I smell good ?”

“So good” he rushed to praise the omega “you smell heavenly. You make it so hard to concentrate …to think. Ever since that first day I saw you. ..on that couch. I just wanted to…wanted to …”

“Wanted to do what ?” He threaded his fingers on the alpha's hair to tug him closer. “Tell me” 

“I wanted to push you onto that couch and just ….ruin you” 

Another beat of silence, now their lips so close they were almost kissing again. Chests pressed together, both of their scents swirling around and mixing together. 

“What's stopping you know, hyung? Ruin me” 

The alpha's eyes shone gold once again. He felt like a predator right then and there, looming over the omega, whose cheeks were flushed and pupils were dilated due to the pheromone high he was entering. He could clearly smell the sweet tang of slick that was getting stronger and stronger by the second. 

His inner alpha was howling inside him, urging him to finally give in and take the omega who clearly wanted to be ravaged. 

His mind was going thousands of miles a second, weighting down the outcomes of whatever might happen that night. What would happen if Taehyung found out he had not only had sex with his younger brother, but also taken his virginity. How would I be able to look at the omega in the face after this. If it would be just a one night stand. If that would be all it took to get the omega out of his head. If it would make the obsession go away. 

He did not have an answer for all of those. However, he did know what he wanted to do. 

He shifted his whole weight away from the omega, rising up to kneel on the nest, staring at the panting omega from above. He wanted to look at him properly before making his final decision. It didn't take him more than a small glance at Namjoon’s dishevel look, gloss all smeared, a smirk on his lips, skirt almost rolled all the way up his gorgeous thighs, hands demurely at either side of his head, over the pillow. Ready to be taken. 

Jungkook took one last deep breath and then tapped gently at the outside of the omega's thigh. Warm palm caressing him afterwards to soften the blow, which had hardly been a blow, but it was also an excuse to run his hand up those golden legs. 

“Spread” he ordered, voice going deeper .

The omega looked at him confused for a second, eyes opening wider and lips parting. 

“Spread” he repeated, almost getting impatient. “I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on you since I saw your ass propped up that first day. You wanted me to teach you, right ? So, don't make me ask again. Spread. Hyung is gonna eat you out”