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The tune of “Run” blares through the dance studio speakers and Hoseok steps to the beat, evaluating his rhythm, the placement of his limbs, and the emotion behind each movement through his reflection in the mirrors. He’s already danced the song four times in a row, and his muscles are starting to ache, but he doesn’t stop. Bangtan’s comeback is fast approaching, and he has to be at the top of his game. They’ve all been working tirelessly for the past several weeks—Yoongi and Namjoon have been figuring out the songs for the band’s upcoming album, Jimin and Jungkook have been brushing up on their vocals, and Seokjin and Taehyung have been training with him to improve their dancing. This particular morning though, he has the studio to himself.

The song auto-advances to “Not Today” and he speeds up, pushing his body harder. He hates exercising, so he keeps up his stamina between comebacks by relentlessly drilling their old choreographies until the new ones are ready. The hours he spends alone in the studio also help him cope with some of his insecurities and neurotic tendencies. It’s easier to live with himself on stage knowing he gave a hundred and twenty percent in practice, and he often uses dancing as an outlet for his stress, finding solace when it’s just him and the music.

Halfway into his second run-through of “Blood, Sweat & Tears,” the notification bell on his phone goes off, but he ignores it, focusing on the next sequence. It’s only when a second bell rings, followed by a third, that he groans and figures he better see what’s going on. He sloppily finishes the routine and leaves the song to repeat in the background while he stalks over to the bench to check his messages. Panting, he sits down and grabs his phone, swiping to unlock it. On the screen are three texts from Yoongi. Hoseok. You there? Hoseok?

So Yoongi’s the one who dared to break his concentration. Hoseok isn’t sure why he’s even contacting him as Yoongi usually ignores everyone when he’s holed up in his studio, but answers nonetheless. Hey what's up?

The reply is instant. Took you long enough.

Hoseok huffs. Sorry I'm in the middle of dance practice. I couldn't reach my phone right away. What's going on?

He’s expecting to be sent on an errand or asked to come in and re-record a line. What he doesn’t expect are Yoongi’s next words. I. I have a problem.

That doesn’t sound good. Hyung what's wrong? Are you okay?

No. I seriously screwed up and. I need to talk to you.

The last of Hoseok’s annoyance evaporates, promptly replaced with concern. Okay hold on 1 sec.

He quickly gets up to shut the stereo off, and then fishes a towel out of his gym bag to wipe the sweat from his skin. His phone beeps again, and he looks down to see another text from Yoongi. Hobi?

I had to turn off the music and grab a towel. But I'm paying attention now. Tell me what happened.

So. Yoongi seems to hesitate. You know how I've been working in the studio a lot lately?

Yeah you've practically been living there, Hoseok sends back. I've barely seen you at the dorm all month.

Well it's going good and I've made quite a bit of progress on the new songs. But I guess I lost track of time over the last few days. Because this morning, I realized that I. I haven't been taking my suppressants. I completely forgot.

Hoseok can see where this is going, and he doesn’t like it. ... How many did you forget?

Three. >_<

Hoseok almost drops his phone. What?! But as soon as you go off them your hormones kick back in! And if you've missed 3 then that means...

That I'll be going into heat any time now? I know. I can already feel it starting.

No. No, no, no. They’re in the middle of preparations for their next comeback! There’s no time for this—that’s why they take suppressants in the first place! Oh. Oh my god. Hyung how could you forget about something so important!!

Look, it just slipped my mind, all right? You know how I am when I'm busy. I can barely even remember to eat and sleep.

But this is- How are you gonna- Hoseok falters as the full gravity sinks in. A natural heat won't break for at least a week. Not without...

Yeah, not without help. That's why. Hoseok, I have a request to make. While I'm still able to. Please, hear me out.

A request? I'm listening.

Before I texted you, I called Namjoon and explained the situation. He's going to cover for me with management and our schedules. And he's also offered his assistance as an alpha. Now, let me be very clear. I trust him. I have no doubt that he'd take care of me and I've consented to his help if there isn't another option. But this is about more than just my physical needs. I've told you what happens to me during heat, right? How disoriented and...vulnerable I become?

Hoseok remembers the conversation, some years back. They were unwinding over drinks and somehow or other, the topic turned to their mating cycles. Yoongi disclosed that he’s in the small minority of omegas who have abnormally rough heats, and alluded to the fact that the few he’d been through since presentation were not good experiences. Yeah. You've told me.

I hate it. I absolutely fucking hate it. It hurts and it's humiliating and the thought of anyone seeing me like that makes me sick to my stomach. But I don't think I'd mind so much if it was you. You've already seen me on some pretty bad days. And you've never judged me. Or made me feel like less of a man. If anything you've done the opposite... I know this is short notice. And I'll understand if you say no. But if you're willing. Would you spend the week with me?

Hoseok reads Yoongi’s texts, rereads them, and then reads them again. To say he’s surprised is an understatement. Yes, they’re close. Very close. They joke all the time about being soulmates because of how strong their friendship is, but that’s all they are—friends. And while it’s not uncommon for friends to help each other with their ruts and heats until they’re mated, he and Yoongi have never even remotely had that conversation. If they go through with this...what will happen? Hoseok’s phone buzzes in his hand, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Hobi...?

Hoseok curses, realizing that he’s left Yoongi hanging. The problem is he still doesn’t know what to say. Give me a minute. I'm processing.

He mulls it over for a little while longer and then begins to type. So you. You want me to help you through your heat? That's a really personal thing to ask Hyung.

It’s a few moments before Yoongi responds. You're right. I'm sorry I shouldn't have burdened you with this. Just forget I ever said anything.

Hoseok hurries to correct himself. No Hyung wait. I didn't mean it like that. I understand the position you're in. And I'm honored that you would choose me. It's just... Mating cycles are a big deal. And we've never talked about this before. I'm not opposed to helping you but I worry about the consequences of rushing into something we're not prepared for. I don't know your boundaries or preferences and at some point you won't be able to communicate with me right? What if you're uncomfortable or need to stop and you can't tell me? What if something goes wrong and I accidentally hurt you? What if... What if we regret this later and things get awkward and complicated between us? You're my best friend Yoongi-hyung. I don't want to lose you. :'(

Minutes tick by, but there’s no reply from Yoongi. Hoseok hopes that he hasn’t left. Hyung? Are you still there?

Just as he’s getting anxious, a new message pops up. Im here. You wont lose me. If theres an issue we can. We can work it out aftewrd yeah? Just like we alwys do.

There’s a noticeable decline in the quality of Yoongi’s writing and Hoseok guesses that his heat is starting to set in. That must be why he took so long to answer.

As for the othr stuff. Im aware of the risks and frankly Im scared too. But I only hve two choices Hobi. And I cant do this alone...

Clarity strikes Hoseok. Yoongi’s right—the uncertainty can’t be helped. If he doesn’t do this with someone, he’ll be forced to try to deal with it on his own, and Hoseok knows how distressing that would be for him, not to mention dangerous. He’s not about to put Yoongi in that situation. Yoongi trusted him enough to ask for his help, and he wants to do whatever he can to give it. They’ll just have to be as careful as they can and...figure out the rest as they go. Don't worry. You won't have to.

Does. Does tht mean...?

Yes. I'll spend your heat with you. That is if you still want me.

Of course pabo. No one Id rather have.

A faint blush warms Hoseok’s cheeks as he rises to his feet and packs up his bag, getting ready to head out. I'm leaving practice. Where are you?

My studio.

What? You should be back at the dorm by now!

I know but I had work to fnish and then I. Got really dizzy. I didnt think it was smrt to leave by myself.

Okay stay there. I'll be right over. Yoongi’s studio isn’t too far from the practice rooms. He can get there in under five minutes. Hoseok pulls his jacket on, slings his bag over his shoulder, and makes his way into the hall. How long do you think you have until your full heat hits?

Dunno. Not long. My back is killing me. And my fevers rising. I have a feeling its going to be a bad one. Espcially since Im just coming off suppresants...

Whatever happens I'll take care of you Hyung. I promise. Hoseok sprints up a flight of stairs, down another hallway, and turns the corner, coming to a stop in front of the frosted glass door that leads to Yoongi’s Genius Lab. I'm here. Can you get the door for me?

Yeah. See you ina minute, is Yoongi’s final text.

Hoseok pockets his phone and bounces on his heels in an attempt to shake his nerves as he waits for Yoongi to come out. He doesn’t have to wait long.

The studio door opens, and Hoseok is immediately hit with Yoongi’s scent. Even with his nose dulled from his own suppressants, the thick pheromones wafting off of him are unmistakable, broadcasting to all within thirty meters that he’s in heat.

Yoongi halts at the threshold to watch the door swing shut, making sure it auto-locks, and then his gaze falls on Hoseok. Something in his expression changes when their eyes meet, and he takes a slow step toward him as if in a trance. Hoseok doesn’t miss the way he sways on his feet and reacts just in time to catch him as he falls forward.

“Easy, Hyung,” Hoseok grunts, wrapping his arms around Yoongi to steady him against his chest.

Yoongi scrunches up his nose. “You’re really sweaty.”

Hoseok chuckles half-heartedly. “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly have time to shower and change on the way here.”

Yoongi tenses, his mood shifting from teasing to somber. “M’sorry. I...I know I’m being selfish, asking this of you...”

The guilt in Yoongi’s words is almost tangible, and Hoseok is quick to counter his self-deprecation. “Hey, no, don’t say that, okay? I don’t mind helping you.”

“Wouldn’t need help if I didn’t fuck up...”

“Everyone makes mistakes, Hyung. We’ll get through this.” Unsure, Hoseok pauses, but then adds, “You’re gonna be okay.”

He doesn’t know if he’s said the right thing. He doesn’t even know if he was heard. Yoongi seems to have tuned him out, preoccupied with sniffing the collar of his jacket and for a minute, Hoseok allows it, knowing that his alpha pheromones will probably help ease some of Yoongi’s symptoms. But when Yoongi lets out a soft moan and nuzzles into his neck, beginning to scent him, that’s where he has to draw the line.

“Hyung,” Hoseok says, gently trying to push Yoongi away. “Hyung, stop. We can’t do this here.”

Yoongi pulls back and blinks up at him, confusion and hurt evident in his eyes.

“I don’t mind,” Hoseok amends with a reassuring squeeze to Yoongi’s shoulder, “but if you scent me now, you might get too comfortable, and I’m not sure I can carry you all the way back to the dorm.”

Yoongi makes a face. “As if I’d l-let you. I’m not that far gone yet, Hobi.”

“Then come on.” Hoseok turns them and readjusts his grip so that his arm is firm around Yoongi’s waist. “Let’s get you home.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s usually only a ten-minute walk from the studios to their dorm, but with Yoongi moving so slowly, the trip takes nearly double the time. Finally, though, they reach their doorstep, and Hoseok breathes a sigh of relief that they made it back without incident. He punches the code into the keypad to let them in, and as they’re kicking their shoes off in the entryway, Namjoon comes to greet them.

“It’s about time, Hyung. A few more minutes and I would’ve gone looking for you. Are you all right?”

“Fine,” Yoongi answers. “Hoseok’s going to help me.”

Namjoon glances at Hoseok and then back at Yoongi, giving a nod of approval. “Take as long as you need, okay? Everything’s taken care of in regards to your schedules, and Jin-hyung and I set up the spare room for you. It’s ready whenever you are.”

Yoongi smiles gratefully. “Thanks, Joon.”

Hoseok inclines his head in a short bow. “Yeah, much appreciated.”

“Don’t mention it.” Namjoon flashes them a dimpled grin, and after he leaves for the living room, Hoseok follows Yoongi down the opposite hall to the spare bedroom.

The room was a welcome luxury when they moved into this upgraded dorm, a space that they set aside for use during their ruts and heats. It has a convenient adjoining bathroom, and they furnished and stocked it with all the necessary items—a king-sized bed; extra sheets, pillows, and blankets; pain relievers; condoms; toys; and a closet full of disposable clothes from each of their wardrobes. Most of the time, they’re all on suppressants (save for Taehyung, the only beta in their group) and don’t have a need for it, but there have been a couple of instances when it’s come in handy—namely when Jungkook presented, and when Namjoon and Seokjin decided to mate. The latter event made him especially thankful for the extra room. It was still the loudest weekend of his life, but not as loud as it would’ve been in the cramped close quarters of their old dorm.

Yoongi opens the door, closing it behind them once they’re inside, and Hoseok takes in the room. Everything is as he remembers and the air smells fresh and neutral—a factor that’s very important for their heightened senses.

“Let me just...get changed,” Yoongi says. Hoseok can sense that he’s reluctant to let go of him, but they part, and he grabs some clothes from the closet before disappearing into the bathroom.

While Yoongi gets himself situated, Hoseok wanders over to the bureau against the far wall and browses through the selection of snacks and refreshments stacked on its surface. Namjoon wasn’t kidding. There’s bottled water, some fizzy drinks, ramen, plain crackers, rice cakes, fruit candy—all light and airy foods that won’t be too hard on either of their stomachs with a few of his and Yoongi’s favorites thrown in. Hoseok smiles. Seokjin must be the one responsible for this. Ever the thoughtful hyung as always.

Satisfied that they at least won’t starve, Hoseok takes off his jacket and sits down in the chair by the desk, grimacing when the still sweat-damp fabric of his shirt presses up against his lower back. He feels gross and sticky and has half a mind to go get cleaned up, but once Yoongi’s heat escalates, it won’t matter anyway. They’ll both need a shower afterward.

Hoseok sighs and leans back, staring up at the ceiling. He knows how hard this is going to be for Yoongi, and that he has to stay calm for the both of them, but he can’t help his nervousness. He’s never been with an omega in heat before, and though Yoongi knows that and doesn’t seem to care, he worries about his inexperience. Of course, he’s learned the basics, and he’s reasonably confident he’ll be able to tell whether Yoongi is satisfied or in pain, but would that be enough? He can only hope so.

The bathroom door opens, and Yoongi comes back into the room, having ditched his hoodie and jeans in favor of a thin cotton t-shirt and baggy running shorts. Hoseok watches as he folds down the covers of the bed and crawls to the center, beginning to mess with the pillows and blankets. He’s heard of nesting, knows it’s something omegas do to carve out a safe space in their surroundings, but he’s never personally witnessed it. Yoongi pokes and fluffs and moves the bedding until it’s in a strange sort of configuration—Hoseok can’t see anything orderly about it, but it’s apparently just so for Yoongi’s liking—and then lays down in the middle of it all, closing his eyes with a small sigh.

“Comfortable?” Hoseok asks softly, not wanting to startle Yoongi in the relative quiet that has fallen between them.

Yoongi nods. “As much as I can be.”

They lapse into silence again, and Hoseok busies himself with inspecting some knick-knacks on the desk. Closer proximity would give Yoongi more relief, but an alpha entering an omega’s nest uninvited is a show of aggression, and the last thing he wants is for him to feel threatened. He has to keep his distance until Yoongi permits otherwise.

A choked noise catches his attention, and he looks over to see Yoongi clutching his stomach. “You okay?”

“Cramps,” Yoongi grits out through clenched teeth.

Hoseok frowns. “Did you take something?”

“Didn’t bother. Never helps.”

Despite how much he’s hurting, Yoongi still doesn’t call for Hoseok, trying to hold out as long as possible. But eventually, he can bear it no longer and reaches out for him.

“Hobi. L-lay with me.”

Hoseok stands up and crosses the room to join Yoongi, mindful not to disturb the arrangement of the nest as he gets in the bed. As soon as he’s horizontal, Yoongi snuggles into his chest and leans up to inhale near his scent gland again, unabashed now that they’re in private.

“I’m still sweaty, you know,” Hoseok points out.

“Don’t care,” Yoongi mumbles. “Like your scent.”

Well, that’s decidedly a change from earlier. Yoongi must be slipping, his omega instincts taking over.

Hoseok pulls him closer, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Yoongi slowly relaxes under the touch, and his exhaustion must catch up with him because pretty soon, he’s asleep. Hoseok lies awake, preparing for the impending storm.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The first wave of Yoongi’s heat hits within the half hour. He’s able to get in a little sleep, but it isn’t long before he grows restless and wakes, a low groan falling from his lips.

At once, Hoseok is attentive. “Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi’s eyes flutter open, glazed and unfocused. “S’hot...”

His hair is damp with sweat, cheeks flushed with fever and arousal, and Hoseok can feel the intense warmth radiating from his body. Yoongi curls up against him, squirming in earnest now, and Hoseok waits for a signal that will demand him to act. He gets it when Yoongi lets out a sharp whine, and the scent of omega amplifies, thick and heavy in the air. It’s the telltale sign that Yoongi has begun to produce slick.

Yoongi whimpers and bucks his hips forward, and Hoseok shifts closer to give him the friction he’s searching for. He moans at the contact and eagerly ruts against Hoseok’s thigh. It doesn’t take much before his body seizes with his first orgasm, and Hoseok murmurs soft praises to him as he rides out his high.

“Good, Hyung. You’re doing so good.”

Yoongi pants hard, trying to catch his breath and Hoseok’s brow creases in concern. He already looks wrecked and exhausted beyond his limits—how is he going to make it through the three to four days it will take for his heat to break?

As soon as Yoongi recovers, he grips onto Hoseok’s shirt, pressing against him with even more urgency than before. “N-need. I-I need...”

Yoongi’s meaning is clear—he needs more. Hoseok is still hesitant but knows they can’t delay this any longer, not with Yoongi so desperate. He has to do something.

Hoseok pushes himself up to sit on his knees, and Yoongi rolls onto his back. He hooks a finger into the waistband of Yoongi’s shorts, tugging lightly to show his intent. “Can I take these off?”

Yoongi gives a slight nod and lifts his hips, allowing Hoseok to slide the soiled shorts down and off his legs and toss them to the floor. He’s seen Yoongi naked before, has walked in on him changing or getting out of the shower more times than he can count, but it’s never been sexual and feels completely different now.

He reaches for Yoongi’s erect cock, still glistening with his release, and loosely grasps the length, thumbing at the head. Yoongi jolts and Hoseok glances up to gauge his comfort level, frowning when he sees that Yoongi has one arm draped over his eyes and his other hand pressed against his mouth to muffle his sounds. He decides he’s having none of it.

“Hyung, look at me,” Hoseok says, and he has to repeat it twice before Yoongi complies, peeking out from underneath his forearm.

“Please, don’t hide. This may feel embarrassing, but there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Not with me.” He gently grips Yoongi’s wrists and guides his hands away from his face. “You don’t have to be ashamed with me.”

Yoongi blinks at him for a moment, searching his eyes, and then gives another shaky nod and beckons him closer. Hoseok obliges, leaning down to mouth along Yoongi’s collarbone, and Yoongi rests an arm across his shoulders. He’s not sure if Yoongi is uncomfortable with him looking or just craves the intimacy, but either way, he doesn’t mind—he can feel where he needs to go.

Hoseok gives Yoongi’s cock a few slow strokes and palms at his balls briefly, before trailing lower to his entrance. He traces several teasing circles around Yoongi’s rim and then slips his finger inside the wet heat. Yoongi’s slick makes the slide effortless as he thrusts in and out, and he cautiously adds another, sheathing both to the second knuckle. He feels around and curls his fingers up, intending to try to find Yoongi’s sweet spot, and he’s surprised when Yoongi comes with a loud cry.

“Lucky guess, huh?” Hoseok rubs the spot, milking it through Yoongi’s orgasm, and he doesn’t know whether it’s the sounds, the smells, or something else, but he quickly finds his own arousal stirring as well.

Hoseok reaches inside his pants, groaning as he wraps his hand around his hardening length. He hasn’t had time to indulge in his own pleasure for a while, so the glide is extra sensitive.

Yoongi whines, presumably in response to the spike in Hoseok’s pheromones, and Hoseok feels a gush on his fingers. He pulls them back and watches as a flood of slick pours out of Yoongi, drenching the sheets and his inner thighs.

“M-more...” The word is soft and pleading, and Yoongi looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

“Soon, Hyung. If I’m going to help you, I need to be ready, yeah?”

The implication draws a moan out of Yoongi, and Hoseok strokes both of their cocks at the same time, not wanting to neglect him while he prepares. Once he’s reached sufficient hardness, he picks up where he left off, inserting two fingers again, and then adding a third. Yoongi stretches easily, his muscles naturally pliant, and when it’s clear that he’s not in any discomfort, Hoseok withdraws his fingers and sits up.

He pulls his shirt off, happy to finally be rid of the sticky, sweaty material, and kicks his pants and boxers onto the floor with Yoongi’s. Then he grabs a condom out of the top drawer of the nightstand, and after sliding it onto his length, he moves to kneel between Yoongi’s legs.

“You ready?”

Yoongi’s gaze flicks down to Hoseok’s cock and back to his face, eyes dark with lust. “Y-yeah.”

Hoseok nudges Yoongi’s legs apart and lifts the left one up, positioning himself at his entrance. He pushes in slowly, groaning at the tight, scorching heat and Yoongi gasps and throws his head back, fisting his hands in the sheets.

“P-please...” Yoongi begs as soon as Hoseok bottoms out, and Hoseok takes that as his cue to move, starting up a steady pace. He tries to be gentle at first, but it’s not enough for Yoongi, so he picks up his thrusts. Yoongi spills all over his stomach, and Hoseok practically gets the wind knocked out of him at how strongly he clenches down, just managing to not go over the edge.

Yoongi is still hard, and he moans, tugging at his shirt. It’s obvious that he wants it off, so Hoseok pulls out and helps him sit up and remove it. He’s expecting Yoongi to lay back down, but instead, Yoongi gets on his hands and knees and lifts his ass toward him. It’s an action called “presenting,” something that omegas instinctively do to show their desire for an alpha. Yoongi’s limbs tremble, however, and it’s easy to see how much difficulty he’s having holding himself up. Hoseok grabs a couple of pillows from the nest, hoping Yoongi won’t mind and places them under his stomach to give him support.

“Is that good, Hyung?”

“Just...j-just fuck me.”

Hoseok does as he’s told and thrusts back in, gripping Yoongi’s hips for leverage. This time, he’s not afraid to go hard, and if Yoongi’s sounds are any indication, he’s hitting all the right places. Yoongi comes again, but Hoseok can tell that he’s still not done and keeps going.

At some point, Yoongi’s strength gives out and he collapses to the bed, unable to hold himself up. Hoseok moves the pillows and readjusts Yoongi onto his back, resuming their earlier position. He lifts both of Yoongi’s legs up to get a deeper angle, and Yoongi loses all coherence, dissolving into a writhing, sobbing mess.

Hoseok tries to hold on for as long as he can, but he’s so close, and finally, he can’t take any more. His thrusts stutter with his orgasm, and on one particularly harsh snap of his hips, Yoongi cries out and climaxes right after him. Hoseok senses the shift in Yoongi, the way he quiets and lays still, his cock going soft, and figures that his heat has been sated for now.

He moans and sags down to his elbow, hovering over Yoongi and suddenly, their faces are only inches apart. His eyes drift to Yoongi’s swollen, bitten lips, and it occurs to him that this is when a couple would usually kiss. It doesn’t feel right though given the circumstances, so he opts to nuzzle into Yoongi’s neck instead, of course keeping a respectable distance from his scent gland.

Thoroughly spent, Yoongi passes out almost immediately, and though Hoseok is also tired, he spares a few minutes to tie off and throw away the condom and clean them up the best he can with a wet washcloth. Afterward, he lays down next to Yoongi and closes his eyes, hoping to get some sleep as well. He’s going to need it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next two days pass at the same feverish pace. Yoongi’s heat is insatiable, and Hoseok is glad for his alpha stamina—he wouldn’t have been able to keep up otherwise.

They barely go three hours in between rounds and Hoseok has to do all of the physical work as Yoongi has very little motor capacity. He knew in advance about Yoongi’s condition, but still, it’s...disconcerting to see him so helpless. Aside from his limited movement, he’s almost entirely non-verbal, and Hoseok suspects he’s not much aware of what’s going on around him. It makes him glad that he’s the one here with Yoongi. The wrong person could easily hurt him when he’s like this.

While Yoongi can’t really communicate, Hoseok is learning how to read his subtle cues, and he’s pretty sure he’s fulfilling his sexual needs. But there are other things that he’s still concerned about, mainly Yoongi’s nutrition and persistent fever. Despite the energy and fluids he’s expending, Yoongi flat out rejects any food or drink Hoseok offers, and it’s a challenge just to coax him to take a few sips of water. He thinks it has something to do with Yoongi’s internal discomfort and tries his best not to force the issue, but it’s imperative that Yoongi does not become dehydrated.

As for his fever, it dies down after he has orgasmed enough to sate his heat, but returns with a vengeance only a short time later when the next wave hits. Yoongi said it was natural for his body and that it wouldn’t peak high enough to endanger his life so long as he was adequately cared for, but Hoseok keeps a close eye on him anyway. He can’t imagine what it must feel like, being so lost in instinct and hormones, and he hopes that Yoongi won’t have to suffer for too much longer.

On the third day, Hoseok wakes without prompting. Yoongi is sleeping soundly beside him, and it’s quiet—he can’t hear any noise coming from the rest of the dorm. He turns to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand, reading 10:04 p.m. It’s only been an hour since their last round, and he wonders if he should take a quick shower. He’s been wiping them both down, but a washcloth just can’t get everything, and he’s a little tired of the sweat and slick and cum caked on his skin.

Deciding on yes, he untangles himself from Yoongi, careful not to disturb his sleep, and heads to the bathroom. He pees while he waits for the shower to heat up and then gets in, relishing the feeling of the hot water. He takes his time scrubbing his body and shampooing his hair, and once he’s clean to his satisfaction, he gets out and throws on a new pair of underwear. All in all, he can’t have been gone for more than twenty minutes. Which is why when he re-enters the bedroom, he’s shocked by the scent of fear and sorrow in the air, followed by the sight of Yoongi curled up and sobbing quietly into the mattress.

Immediately on alert, Hoseok rushes to Yoongi’s side. “Yoongi-hyung! What is it? Are you hurt?”

He tries several times, but Yoongi doesn’t respond or even acknowledge his presence. Hoseok sits back on his heels, unsure of what to do. He has no idea why Yoongi is crying, and he can’t risk guessing—he needs Yoongi to tell him. But how can he reach him through the haze of his heat?

An idea occurs to Hoseok, and though he hates reducing Yoongi to a single word in this context, he thinks it’s worth a try.

“Omega,” Hoseok says, firm and clear.

Yoongi visibly reacts and slowly raises his head, blinking up at Hoseok through teary, swollen eyes. “A-Alpha?”

Hoseok places a gentle hand on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Omega, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

Yoongi’s features scrunch up in effort as he struggles to process the words and tries hard to find his own. “L-left. Don’t...w-want m-me.”

Guilt washes over Hoseok as he realizes that Yoongi must have woken to an empty bed and thought he abandoned him.

“Oh, no. No, that’s not it at all. I’m so sorry I was gone. I was hoping to be back before you woke up, but I guess I failed, huh?” Hoseok brushes away a tear rolling down Yoongi’s cheek with his thumb. “Please don’t ever think you’re not wanted. You’re important to me, Yoongi-hyung, and I love you.”

Yoongi lets out another sob, reaching weakly for Hoseok, and Hoseok meets him halfway, pulling him into his arms. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, Hyung. I’m here.”

He cards his fingers soothingly through Yoongi’s hair, and Yoongi settles down against his chest, cries fading into sniffles. The skinship seems to be what calms him the most, and Hoseok has to admit that he finds it comforting as well. In fact, he gets so caught up in the moment that he almost doesn’t hear the quiet knock at the door.

“Yes?” he calls in the softest loud voice he can manage, trying not to upset Yoongi.

“I don’t mean to intrude,” Seokjin says from the other side of the door, “but we can smell Yoongi’s distress clear across the house. Is everything okay?”

Hoseok glances down at Yoongi. “We’re fine. It was...a misunderstanding.”

“Understood. Let us know if you need anything, all right?”

“Yes, Hyung.”

Seokjin’s footsteps retreat and Hoseok shifts position to lay down on his side. Yoongi whimpers as Hoseok lets go of him for a second to pull the covers around them, but Hoseok cuddles back up to him before he can get worked up again, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the top of his head.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “I’m not going anywhere.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

By the end of the fourth day, Hoseok can tell that Yoongi’s heat is nearly over. There’s still a glaze in his eyes, but his fever is rapidly declining, and he’s gradually regaining his speech and motor control. The pace during sex is also less frantic which he’s grateful for—they’re both raw, achy, and exhausted.

Hoseok thrusts once, twice, and they finish almost in tandem. Yoongi reaches up, tangling his fingers in Hoseok’s hair to pull him closer and for a few minutes, they just breathe together as they come down from their highs.

“What do you say we have a bath?” Hoseok asks. A shower would be more ideal, but he doubts Yoongi has the energy to stand for that long yet.

Yoongi grunts in response. “Tired...”

“I know, I am too, but you haven’t washed up properly in days, and I think we’d both feel better after a good soak. We have to get up anyway since I need to change the sheets again. Might as well make it worthwhile.”

Yoongi puffs out his lower lip in a pout. “Bath bomb?”

Hoseok grins. “Sure. Wait here.”

He slips out of the room to fetch a fruity-scented one from their other bathroom down the hall and then returns to run the bath. While it fills up, he helps Yoongi to the desk chair, making sure he’s coherent enough not to fall off the seat before tending to the bed. He strips the dirty sheets, wipes down the waterproof cover underneath, and puts a fresh pair on, and after fixing the bedding, he goes back over to Yoongi.

“Okay, Hyung. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Hoseok leads them to the bathroom, and they settle in the tub with him leaning against the wall as the big spoon, and Yoongi sitting between his legs. Seeing how sleepy Yoongi is, he takes the liberty of washing them both with a puff, and it isn’t long before Yoongi dozes off, his head lolling back against Hoseok’s shoulder. His expression is peaceful, lips parted slightly, and Hoseok can’t help but think that he’s cute.

This gives him pause. He’s had a lot of similar thoughts over the last few days, and he doesn’t quite know how to feel about it. He’s never considered Yoongi as anything more than a dear friend, but the time he’s spent with him has been...nice. He liked being with Yoongi, caring for him, waking up next to him, and friends don’t usually feel that way, right?

Maybe it’s just the influence of Yoongi’s pheromones. Alphas are protective by nature, wired with a strong desire to provide for their omega counterparts and keep them safe, after all. His feelings will probably fade with Yoongi’s heat. Probably.

But what if they don’t?

The possibility nags at the back of his mind, but he decides not to dwell on it. Like Yoongi said, if there’s an issue, they can work it out later when they’re both rational again.

They stay in the bath until the warmth fades from the water, by which time Hoseok figures they’ve been in long enough and gently nudges Yoongi awake. “Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi stirs with a soft moan. “Hobi?”

“I’m sorry to wake you, but we should probably get out now. It’s almost been an hour, and the last thing we need is for you to catch cold.”

Yoongi gives a petulant little whine. “Wanna sleep...”

“You’ll be more comfortable in bed. Come on, I’ll help you.”

Hoseok pulls the stopper to drain the water and guides them out of the tub. He towels them off and helps Yoongi put on a clean t-shirt and boxers before grabbing a tank and sweats for himself. They still can’t be bothered with either of their regular skincare routines, but Yoongi does attempt to comb his hair, and then they make their way back to the bed. Yoongi arranges the blankets around him, and Hoseok smiles when he steals his pillow and nestles into it, once again struck with the thought of how cute he looks.

Yoongi peeks open an eye. “You gettin’ in or what?”

Hoseok shakes his head with a chuckle and climbs in beside him. Whatever else happens, he’s sure of one thing—for as long as Yoongi wanted, he’ll always be there for him no matter what.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The morning of the fifth day is when Yoongi fully comes back to his senses. He’s slow to wake, enveloped in a blissful and floaty feeling, but he finally opens his eyes, squinting from the sunlight filtering into the room. It takes him a minute to get his bearings, but any panic quickly dissipates when he realizes he’s at his dorm, conscious and able to think clearly again. He made it through his heat—thanks to Hoseok.

The air still smells of sex and both of their scents, and Yoongi turns to his left, where Hoseok’s is the strongest. He’s met with the sight of Hoseok’s sleeping form, and a rush of different emotions hit him at once. His memory is fuzzy, everything jumbled together in a blur of hormones and fever and pain, but the one thing he’s sure of is how well Hoseok cared for him. He feels sated down to his very bones, and not just in the sexual sense. Hoseok helped him, comforted him, and protected him every step of the way, and his inner omega has never felt safer. He has never felt safer.

Part of Yoongi wants to draw the moment out longer and go back to sleep, but the other part of him is restless, and ultimately, the need to do something other than lay in bed wins out. He grimaces as he pushes himself up—fuck, he aches all over—and the movement of the bed causes Hoseok to stir.

“Hyung?” Hoseok rasps, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

“Morning,” Yoongi says.

Hoseok’s eyes widen, and he props himself up on an elbow. “Hyung, are you—?”

“Yeah. I’m back.”

Hoseok sits up, looking Yoongi over. “How do you feel?”

“I’m okay. Sore.” Yoongi smiles as Hoseok’s cheeks and the tips of his ears turn pink. “I wasn’t really present for most of it, but from what I do remember... I’ve never had someone take care of me like that.”

“Never?”

“Well, the other guys I’ve been with got the job done, but they were more interested in what I had to offer rather than looking out for me.” Yoongi looks down, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “You put my needs above your own and...you didn’t leave.”

Hoseok goes quiet. “Did that happen to you before?”

Yoongi nods. “The time in Daegu, back when I was still a trainee.”

“That’s terrible.” Hoseok sounds genuinely affronted.

“To be fair, my heat was almost done, and he had some important classes that day. But I was counting on him to be there, you know? And he never came back.”

“Why not?”

“He said he thought I could manage on my own, but I think he was just tired of me.” Yoongi shrugs. “I’m not exactly the easiest person to deal with, Seok. In or out of heat.”

“I don’t see you that way.”

Yoongi looks up, surprised by the conviction in Hoseok’s tone.

“We all have things we struggle with, Hyung, and you’re not any less deserving because of yours. If his reasoning implied otherwise, then fuck him. Anyone in their right mind can see how lucky they would be to have you.”

Yoongi blinks at him, and Hoseok’s whole face turns red as he realizes what he said.

“Uh, sorry. I kinda went off on a tangent there.”

“No, don’t apologize.”

Then it’s Hoseok’s turn to stare and Yoongi’s turn to blush.

“I—you know what I’m talking about. You care, and I appreciate that. So thanks. For everything.”

“No need to thank me. I’m just glad I could make it a little easier for you.” Hoseok rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “So...we good?”

“The best,” Yoongi says and means it.

Hoseok beams at him with his signature bright-as-the-sun grin, and something flutters inside Yoongi’s chest. It doesn’t make sense—he’s seen Hoseok smile thousands of times before, so why is now any different? Is it the lingering hormones from his heat or...or something else? Does Hoseok feel it too? His head spins with questions, and he finally settles on the one he wants to ask. But just as he opens his mouth to voice it, a knock at the door cuts him off.

“Y-yeah?” Yoongi calls, turning to look toward the door.

“Hey, Yoongi-hyung,” comes Namjoon’s cheery voice. “I hope I’m not interrupting, but I heard you guys talking, and figured your heat must be over. How are you doing?”

“Pretty good. Anything interesting happen while I was gone?”

“Not much, but PD-nim is eager for us to get back on schedule. I’ve been working the demos in your absence, and he likes most of what we’ve got so far, but he wants to meet with us and suggest a few improvements. I told him today was a possibility, but only if the two of you are feeling up to it. What do you think?”

That’s right—he was in the middle of producing their two new title tracks before he slipped up with his suppressants and he really needs to catch up. His fatigue might be a bit of a hindrance, but he’s built to bounce back fast after a heat, and it usually isn’t long before his energy levels are back to normal. He can probably handle a meeting and a few hours in the studio, but Hoseok has to be really tired as well, and he thinks that the decision should ultimately be up to him.

“I can make it if Hoseok can.” Yoongi glances to Hoseok, who nods.

“Sure, I can do that,” Hoseok directs at Namjoon.

“Great. I’ll let PD-nim know and set up a meeting for this afternoon. Feel free to join us whenever you’re ready. Jin-hyung’s making an extra big breakfast, and you won’t want to miss it.”

The notion definitely appeals to Yoongi. After not eating much of anything during his heat, he’s absolutely famished. “Sounds good. Hoseok and I will be there soon.”

“We’ll be waiting, Hyungs!” Namjoon calls, his voice fading as he walks away.

“Aish, we better get dibs on that food before the maknaes beat us to it or there’ll be nothing left,” Hoseok says, and Yoongi knows he’s only half joking. The maknaes—Jungkook, in particular—could have quite an appetite. “I’m just gonna take a quick shower, okay?”

Yoongi stares after Hoseok as he stands up and stretches. He still wants to ask, but the moment between them has passed, and it doesn’t seem appropriate now. Maybe another time.

“Me too,” Yoongi replies instead. “I’ll take mine in the other bathroom, all right? After I grab some clothes from my room.”

He intends to make a smooth exit, but as he gets out of bed and to his feet, a sharp pain shoots up his ass, and he stumbles with a loud groan. Okay, ow. It might take a little longer to recover than he thought. “Jeez, you really did a number on me, didn’t you?”

“You asked for it.” Hoseok walks over to him, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he offers his hand.

Yoongi smirks and accepts. “No argument there.”