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Jimin lines his eyes in the mirror, trying to keep a steady hand as he bumped and pushed by passing danders in the crowded dressing room. It’s a busy night, there’s a lot of private shows requesting multiple strippers in each room.

“Jimin! You’re in room ten.”

Jimin checks himself once more in the mirror, adjusts the fishnets - specifically requested by the private party - and shuffled out of the dressing room until he gets to the hallway where he struts to the room he’s assigned to.

He puts on a good show, there’s even a few reddened cheeks and tented pants by the time he’s done. The men leave and Jimin gathers the money thrown at him, takes the bills stuck into his stockings and g-string, then takes a bottle of water offered to him by the bouncer.

“Were they nice?”

“Yeah. Nice enough.”

Jimin walks out of the room, to his dressing room, changed into something more comfortable, yet revealing enough to say that he’s still working tonight in an effort to scrape up a few extra bucks. He makes his way to the bar where he sees a couple of familiar faces.

He doesn’t know the Alphas, he’s never spoken to them and they’ve never been at one of his private shows, not that he can remember, anyway. There’s always one that stares at him - well, he doesn’t stare, but he’s always got an eye on Jimin. It’s not the first time someone’s done this, but it’s never ended well. The healing bruises covered by foundation and concealer are proof of that.

What’s strange about this Alpha, though, is that he’s never made a move, never even cat-called or spoken to Jimin. He remains a respectful, yet simultaneously unnerving distance away from the Omega and doesn’t seem to be working himself up to some grand first meeting. He just sits and checks in once in a while as Jimin talks to people and sips his drink.

Jimin, however, is impatient sometimes and his self preservation instincts have dwindled into nothing over the years. It’s been months since Jimin’s noticed this guy and he’s tired of waiting to find out what’s so damn interesting about him. He downs the last of his drink and walks with a sway in his hips. As he nears the Alpha, he sees the man stiffen and quirk an eyebrow at the Omega’s bravery - or stupidity, depending on how you look at it.

He passes confidently by the other dancers, waltzing straight up to the man behind the red velvet ropes.

“Hi.”

The man doesn’t say anything. He keeps his stoic expression.

“You’ve been looking my way for a while now. Thought I’d ask why.”

Jimin sees the tattoo that starts on his hand and goes up to hide beneath his jacket sleeve. He recognizes the snakes from other men who work for him. He’s from the Min family - if Jimin guesses right, he’s Min Yoongi, the leader. It’s not the first time Jimin’s been around gangsters and mafia men, but it is the first time that he’s been around someone so high profile. What’s the leader of the mafia doing in a dump like this?

“You work at the Seoul Heights Hotel. You’re one of the waiters in the restaurant there.”, Yoongi says plainly. That definitely doesn’t send weird vibes at all. Oh well, Jimin’s gotten this far.

“Yeah, I do. How did you know that?”

“Someone I was looking for used to date you. I see the bruises have lightened. You’re not with him anymore?”, Yoongi ponders, tilting his head to the side, but his expression remains indifferent.

Jimin hates his ex, he’s glad the bastard is gone. He hates that everyone can see what he’s done to him, even after they’ve been apart for weeks.

“Yeah, he left me.”

“Good.”

Jimin doesn’t expect that response. People usually tell him that if he were a better boyfriend, a better Omega, he wouldn’t have hit him and wouldn’t have left him. Honestly, Jimin doesn’t care. He never even liked that asshole anyway.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve never been a fan of Alphas that like to abuse their Omegas. I was raised to think that all parties in a relationship are treated as equals.”

“You have very liberal-thinking parents.”, Jimin jokes.

“Had liberal-thinking parents.”, Yoongi corrects.

Jimin loses his flirtatious demeanor for a second, worrying he’s offended Yoongi.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Don’t worry about it.”

Yoongi’s a handsome man, Jimin won’t lie. He’s intimidating and not too far off from the men that Jimin finds himself in bed with. Maybe that’s why he finds himself being drawn into him.

“You still haven’t told me why you like to look at me so much.”, Jimin switches back to the main topic.

“Well, I’m not really sure, either. When I find out, you’ll be the first to know.”

With that, Yoongi leaves.

Jimin sees him at the restaurant. He’s surrounded by guys that are all talking their asses off about something. Meanwhile, Jimin and Yoongi have their eyes locked on one another.

“Jimin, I don’t pay you to stand around.”

Jimin jolts and delivers the food to Yoongi’s table. Yoongi’d personally requested that Jimin be their waiter for the afternoon.

Jimin doesn't act like he knows Yoongi. He’s kind and polite and charming like he always is, everyone at the table ends up taking a liking to him. They talk and laugh lightly whenever he’s around, only Yoongi is the one with the vaguely unimpressed expression.

The men leave Jimin a generous tip that he pockets before the manager can take it away. Most of the day passes and Jimin is still waiting on Yoongi’s table. It’s nearing time for Jimin to leave and head to the club. When he sees some of the men start to get up and leave, he sighs in relief. Soon, Yoongi’s the only one at the table.

“How do you do that?”, Yoongi asks.

“Do what?”

“How do you manage to look just as hot in a white button up shirt and black pants as you do in a thong?”

Jimin laughs in both surprise and hilarity. He can see his manager looking at him with a stern glare and Jimin begins to clear the table of dirty dishes. Yoongi decides he doesn’t like Jimin’s manager.

“Come see me outside when your shift ends.”

Jimin waits in the rear parking lot of the hotel that’s only meant for employees. He feels sort of stupid, though he hasn’t been out here long. It wouldn’t be the first time some handsome Alpha stood him up after asking him to meet them somewhere nondescript. Then again, Jimin’s no stranger to Alphas actually showing up, then things going horribly wrong.

Still, he waits. He feels like he needs to. For some reason, he really wants to see Yoongi. Standing in the cold in his work clothes and thin jacket that’s not meant to go up against the harsh cold of winter, he waits for Yoongi.

A sleek, fancy, black car pulls up. The heavily tinted driver-side window rolls down and reveals Yoongi’s face. For the first time, Jimin sees him smile.

“C’mon.”

Jimin obeys, returning the mischievous smile and getting in the car beside Yoongi.

“Where are we going?”

Taehyung cries out as he cums again, making a mess of himself and Hoseok. He legs a bent high, his knees practically up by his ears. He’s gripping Hoseok’s upper arms hard enough that his fingernails leave little crescent shapes behind.

Finally, Hoseok cums, filling the condom and pulling out slowly so as not to hurt Taehyung. The Omega is sore and sated, eyes blown wide and barely able to stay open.

Hoseok grabs his discarded shirt off the floor and wipes away the mess on Taehyung’s abdomen. He drops onto the mattress beside Taehyung. The only sound in the room is their slowly steadying breathing.

“Welcome to the building.”

Taehyung clears the empty tables at the restaurant while Jimin cleans them with a towel and cleaner.

“Have you Jungkook?”, Jimin asks, amused after the story he’s just heard.

“No. Why would I do that?”

“Because you tell Jungkook everything.”

“I’ve also liked Jungkook since I was twelve years old. Telling him that I had sex with my new neighbor isn’t exactly the way to let him know I’m interested.”

“You’ve had a crush on him for ten years-“

“I know that, I just get nervous when I talk to him. My hands get all sweaty and I can’t find the right words to tell him that I’ve liked him for a long time.”, Taehyung’s cheeks turn red and he takes the bucket of dirty dishes back to the kitchen to be washed. Jimin follows him, putting away the cleaning supplies.

“And yet you managed to get your new neighbor to fuck you within minutes of meeting you?”

“Hoseok’s different.”, Taehyung says dreamily.

“You haven’t even known him for twenty-four hours.”, Jimin reminds him flatly.

“And I already know I want him to fuck me for the rest of my life.”

“So what are you gonna do? Have two Alphas?”

It’s an interesting proposition, Taehyung won’t lie. He ponders the idea while he walks home, rides the elevator, and meets Jungkook at his door.

“Kookie? What are you doing here?”, Taehyung asks.

“I just wanted to hang out. I texted you a couple times, but you never texted back.”, Jungkook shrugs.

Taehyung looks down at his phone and sees that Jungkook had, in fact, texted him three times.

“Sorry, I was busy.”, Taehyung says.

It’s not exactly a lie. He was busy thinking about Jungkook and Hoseok fucking him silly.

“Tae- oh, I didn’t realize you had someone over.”, comes a voice from the apartment next door. Taehyung and Jungkook look to see Hoseok leaning out of his door way.

“Hoseok? This is my friend, Jungkook. We grew up together.”, he introduces his friend to his neighbor.

The two size each other up, as Alphas always do. They greet each other politely and shake hands. Taehyung watches tensely. Not a lot of Alphas appreciate an Omega they’ve claimed, romantically or platonically, hanging around another Alpha.

“So that’s the scent I’ve been smelling.”, Jungkook says in realization.

“What?”, Taehyung blurts out.

“While I’ve been standing here, I’ve been smelling someone else’s scent coming from your apartment. It’s his.”, Jungkook says, smiling lightly, but sounding disappointed.

“Oh, I don’t mean to intrude. We just kinda-“

“I get it. Tae’s a catch.”

“You’ve never...”

“No, we’re just friends.”

“Are you sure? You look like a couple.”

Jungkook looks back at Taehyung, who’s red-faced and thoroughly embarrassed.

“Honestly, I wish. But he chose you.”

“Not exactly. We’re not together.”

Hoseok and Jungkook look back to Taehyung, who still has yet to say or do anything. This can’t be real. He’s dreaming, this is all fake, any second now he’s going to wake up.

“Tae, are you alright?”

“Taehyung, your shaking.”

It might be a panic attack, it might be a pseudo-heat, it could be a thousand things that would make Taehyung want to burst into tears and hide in his apartment forever. The only problem right now is that he’s trapped between two very dominant Alphas, their scents mixing together in an overwhelming way that makes Taehyung dizzy.

The last thing he expects is for both the Alphas to cooperate with each other and help Taehyung into his apartment. Usually, Alphas fight over Omegas and who gets to take care of them. He would have assumed Hoseok would have backed down or Jungkook would have established some sort of dominance over the other, but that doesn’t happen.

“Are you okay?”

“Do you need anything?”

“I’ll order something for you to eat.”

“I can help you nest if that’ll make you feel better.”

Taehyung’s never felt so relaxed and so on edge at the same time before. He leans into Hoseok and holds onto Jungkook, not wanting either of the to go anywhere.

“I’m fine. Just stay.”

They both agree, they’re only concerned about Taehyung and not about the mingling scents or dynamics. They have one goal and that’s to make Taehyung feel safe, warm, and like himself again.

Jimin’s never been to a mansion before. He’s only ever seen them on tv or in pictures, but when Yoongi drives up to his house - one of them, anyway - it takes his breath away.

The evening is starting to set in and Jimin remembers he’s got to work tonight.

“I don’t think I can stay long.”

“Why not?”, Yoongi asks.

“I have to go to work.”

“Take the night off.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. He’s had arguments like this before. He keeps his composure, but he’s got a knife and pepper spray in his bag if Yoongi tries to make him stay against his will, if he tries to do anything out of line.

“I know the guy that owns that place. I can call in for you.”, Yoongi offers. Jimin’s hand is in his bag, firmly gripping the knife, yet still looking relaxed and casual.

He could use a night off. He’s tired and worn out from both his jobs.

“That sounds nice, but I have bills to worry about, unlike some people.”

There’s a determination behind Yoongi’s eyes, but Jimin can tell he’s holding back. Again, Jimin can feel himself being sucked into whatever trance Yoongi’s putting him under.

“You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again. Not if you stay with me.”, he says in a low, sincere tone.

Jimin’s has to look out for himself his whole life. He grew up with his mother - his father having left the family when he was a baby. She got sick and he had to work at a young age to help support them. He quickly learned that selling his body paid more than any part-time job would for a kid still in school. When Yoongi tells him he won’t have to worry, it’s like the dream Jimin’s had since he was a kid can finally come true. He knows he’s lying, he knows he’ll be discarded as soon as Yoongi’s done with him, but it’s nice to fantasize for a while.

“Alright. I’ll stay.”

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Yoongi’s not the warmest person. He’s never been so hospitable to anyone that’s entered his house other than Namjoon and, by extension, Jin. With Jimin, though, it just seems natural. He loves the way Jimin looks in his house, like he’s the piece that’s been missing, the final part of his home that brings it all together, that makes it feel complete.

He brings Jimin to his bedroom. Jimin follows willingly and it’s then that Yoongi feels him start to submit. He’s lost his feistiness, he’s starting to submit, and it drives Yoongi crazy. He can’t imagine how many Alphas had told him that’s what he supposed to do. Yoongi wants to earn his submission, he doesn’t want to just take it when it’s not his, it’s someone else’s. Someone else who still has a tight grip on Jimin.

“We don’t have to do this.”, Yoongi stops abruptly and turns to the Omega.

Jimin already feels like he’s done something wrong. All they’ve done so far is walk into his house and halfway up the stairs. How could he have fucked this up already?

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to have sex with me, not if you don’t want to. I’ve heard from some of the guys that go to the club you work at, they say all this shit about making Omegas submit to them. I don’t want you to feel like that’s what I’m trying to do to you.”

This much sincerity is strange to Jimin. No one’s ever been concerned about what he wants or feels before. He’s stunned silent for a moment before collecting himself.

“If I didn’t want this I wouldn’t have come with you. You’re not what I expected from a big, bad, mob boss Alpha.”, Jimin jokes, nudging his shoulder playfully.

This could just be a game that Yoongi’s playing - part of whatever fantasy all Alphas seem to have that involves getting Omegas to submit to them. Yoongi’s dangerous, Yoongi’s a mob boss, Yoongi’s killed people. Jimin knows he’d better cooperate or he’ll end up like those guys from Busan that tried to steal from Yoongi. He hopes Yoongi never finds out he was born and raised in Busan.

“Alright. Only if you’re sure.”

He’s really playing into this, isn’t he? Jimin insists he wants this again and Yoongi leads him to the bedroom.

Yoongi’s bed, much like the rest of his house, is massive. It’s strange to lay on something that’s not lumpy and uncomfortable. Jimin sinks into the cloud-like mattress, but he doesn’t have much time to appreciate the softness because Yoongi is on him, kissing him, ridding him of his clothes.

Jimin had suspected that, perhaps, Yoongi had been overcompensating for something with his massive mansion, nice cars, and endless amounts of money. When he feels Yoongi’s erection against his thigh, however, he just assumes Yoongi enjoys a grandiose lifestyle.

When Yoongi settles over him, both arms supporting him beside Jimin’s head, Jimin remembers every single time that he’s been in this position and it hasn’t worked out so well for him. In one fluid motion, he flips Yoongi on his back and adjusts himself over him.

“I like it better like this.”, he leans down to mouth at Yoongi’s collarbone.

“Whatever you want.”

Jin sits alone in the bathroom. He clutches another negative pregnancy test right in his hand - the sixth one in the last three months.

Namjoon isn’t home, he’s running errands for Yoongi. Jin needs him, but he knows he’ll be home in a couple of days. He wipes his tears away and throws the test in the trash.

Jin walks into his office where he keeps Yoongi’s financial records. He’s the bookkeeper for the Min family - the Kims have worked for the Mins for generations. He tries to distract himself, to get his mind off another failed attempt at starting a family with his husband.

His phone rings. He looks at the screen and sees it’s Namjoon.

“Hey.”

“Hey, baby.”

“How are things in Daegu?”

“As fine as they can be. We’re still looking for the spy from Busan.”

Not long ago, it had been discovered that a gang in Busan was trying to steal shipments of weapons and drugs from Yoongi. They’d sent spies to find out when and where the shipments would land in Seoul, but most of them have already been caught and dealt with. There’s another one - allegedly - and Namjoon and Hoseok have been tasked with finding the person.

“Be safe, Namjoon. You promised you’d come home safe this time.”

“I will, I swear. What’s wrong, baby? You sound off.”

Jin’s silence is all Namjoon needs to hear.

“You took another test, didn’t you?”

“I just wanted to see if it worked this time.”

“Jinnie, I told you to relax for a while. Don’t worry about it. It’ll happen when it’s meant to.”

Namjoon means well, Jin knows, but it’s frustrating to hear him say that he shouldn’t worry about this. They’ve been trying for upwards of a year to have a child and he’s losing hope with each negative test result.

“But I want this so badly, Joon. I want a baby, I want a family with you.”

“I know you do, baby, and so do I. Remember, it just takes a while sometimes. You can’t keep stressing over it or it’ll make getting pregnant that much harder.”

Jin knows Namjoon’s right. He huffs and leans back in his office chair.

“Fine.”, he pouts. Namjoon chuckles.

“See you when I get home. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I swear I’m not spy. I came here to get away from the Parks.”, Jungkook sputters as Hoseok pins him to the couch.

They'd met up with Taehyung at his apartment. Things got a bit heated, they moved to the bedroom, clothes were shed, tattoos were seen. Taehyung simply complimented the lion head taking up Jungkook’s shoulder blade, but Hoseok knew it was a crest.

“Bullshit. You’re here to spy on the Mins.”

“I promise, I swear I left when I was a kid. I ran away after I got the tattoo. I wasn’t even officially inducted. They don’t want me back, they’d kill me if I ever showed my face in Busan again.”

Hoseok ponders this. For as young as Jungkook is, the tattoo looks old and faded, like it’s been there for many, many years. Jungkook barely looks old enough to be in a serious mob in the first place.

Hoseok leans back, testing Jungkook. If the younger Alpha tries to escape or attack him, he’s ready, but he’s willing to give him the chance to de-escalate the situation.

“Why should I believe you?”

“What do you want? You want dirt? You want names? I can give them to you. I don’t know how much has changed since I ran away, but I’ll tell you everything I can.”

They have to be quiet. Taehyung is asleep in the bedroom. Hoseok had dragged Jungkook to the living room and pinned him down to the couch.

“It’s a shame, y’know. You’re cute, you’re a good fuck, too, and you take such good care of Tae-Tae. You better not be lying to me, you’ll regret it.”

“I’m not lying, I promise.”, Jungkook looks desperate. There’s something about his tone, the look in his eyes that screams for Hoseok to stop interrogating him, to believe him, to be sweet and gentle and loving to him again.

“Okay, Kookie. I believe you.”

Hoseok leans down and leaves a fleeting kiss against Jungkook’s lips.

“How about we go back in there and see to our Omega, then you come with me in the morning.”

Jungkook nods, still shaken by Hoseok’s outburst. Hoseok seems genuinely sorry, but Jungkook knows he won’t show it until he’s convinced the younger is telling the truth. Still, Hoseok laces their fingers together as they walk back to Taehyung’s bedroom.

Jimin notices the lighter air around Taehyung the next day at the restaurant.

“What’s up with you?”

Taehyung looks up with a smile. He usually complains about having to clean up, but today he’s in another world.

“Nothing.”

There’s two different scents pouring off of Taehyung. Jimin noticed it when he walked by him earlier, but he chalked it up to some nearby Alphas. Now, he’s noticed it lingering on his friend.

“No way.”

Taehyung starts to laugh.

“You got two Alphas to have sex with you in the same day?”

“At the same time.”

“Shut up.”

Jimin swats at him, but misses.

“You fucked the head of the biggest, most dangerous mafia Korea has seen in years. Don’t question my choice of sexual partners.”

“Correction, he fucked me.”

They finish up their work for the afternoon before the evening shift starts. They both leave the restaurant - Taehyung on his way to his apartment and Jimin in his way to the club.

Jimin’s sore from last night, but he’ll act like nothing’s wrong. Just the thought of what he and Yoongi had done together makes him flustered. It was like Yoongi actually gave a shit about how he felt and wanted him to feel good, not just use him for his own pleasure. Nobody had ever cared about him like that before.

His gets to the club, goes up on stage and leaves the Alphas in the front row breathless. He sees a familiar face in the back, he heads straight for the table.

“Hey.”

Usually, Jimin tries to avoid - or at least make no active efforts to see - anyone he’s slept with. Now, he couldn’t drag himself away from Yoongi if he tried. There’s no one else around, he hasn’t brought his entourage tonight. Jimin throws one of his legs over Yoongi’s lap and grinds down on his crotch.

“Hey.”

It’s against the rules for Yoongi to initiate any kind of intimate contact with Jimin, but that doesn’t stop the Omega from kissing the Alpha deeply, moaning sweetly as Yoongi puts his hands on his ass.

“Ow.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”, Jimin pulls back. He sees a padded bulge under Yoongi’s shirt. Gently, he lifts it up and sees a large, nasty bandage.

“Shit, Yoongi, what happened? You need to change these, you’re gonna get an infection.”, Jimin fusses. Yoongi huffs and tries to brush it aside.

“It’s fine, let’s get back to what we were doing.”, he tries.

“No, I wasn’t even supposed to be doing that anyway. Look, I get off in about half an hour-“

“You could get off right now.”, Yoongi smirks.

“I’ll take you to my place and help you clean this up. What happened to you?”, Jimin traces the edges of his bandages softly with his fingertips.

“Just a little gunshot wound. Nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes humorously and laughs a little bit.

“I’ve never had a stripper be so concerned about my well-being before.”

“I’ve only been this concerned about somebody a couple times before so this is sorta new for me, too.”, Jimin retorts with a pout.

Jimin spends his last half hour collecting tips by giving lap dances to Alphas. Jimin promises Yoongi he’ll be back to help him home and to make sure he’s okay. Truthfully, as Yoongi watches Jimin work, he gets jealous - dangerously so - and his face becomes one of barely contained contempt.

“Okay, let’s go.”, Jimin’s voice come suddenly. It’s dark, Yoongi hadn’t seen the Omega approach him.

Jimin holds out his hand to help Yoongi up. Normally, Yoongi would be too proud to accept the assistance, but he lets Jimin help him up. They walk to Yoongi’s car and Jimin gives him directions to his apartment.

While Yoongi lays on Jimin’s old, lumpy, creaky couch, he looks around the apartment and the shoddy shape it’s in. The walls are cracked, there’s water damage, the floor is lopsided - the foundation of the entire building is probably beyond repair - and it’s entirely too small for Jimin to live in.

“How much do you pay for rent?”, Yoongi asks offhandedly.

“What?”, Jimin walks to the couch from the kitchenette.

“How much does it cost to live here?”, Yoongi emphasizes. Jimin quirks an eyebrow, holding a first aid kit that’s bursting with supplies.

“Too fucking much.”

It’s enough for Yoongi.

Jimin starts to lift the bandages, but it’s difficult to do so without hurting Yoongi. Jimin can tell that the wound is in bad shape, but infection hasn’t set in yet. He cleans it, wiping away blood and whatever mess Yoongi’s neglected to rid it of until now. The way Jimin’s focused on dressing the wound, carefully and trying to make it as comfortable for Yoongi as he can. It’s been a long time since Yoongi’s felt that kind of attention and care.

“How do you know so much about dressing wounds?”

Jimin’s quiet for a while, wordlessly taping up the bandages.

“My mom was sick when I was a kid. I had to take care of her. She had a lot of sores because of the treatments she got. I kept them clean and made sure they healed properly so that we wouldn’t have to go back to the doctor and pay more bills.”

“Oh.”

Jimin rises from where he sat on his knees beside the couch. He’s still in his makeup and outfit from the club. Yoongi could joke about how he looks like an old pin-up doll or a sexy Halloween nurse, but he doesn’t. He’s too thoroughly absorbed in the way Jimin fusses over placing his shirt back down and making sure he doesn’t sit up too fast.

“Now go home and don’t forget to take care of that wound. If you get sepsis, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Will you?”

“No, but I’ll complain about it.”

Jin watches this new Omega fret over Yoongi like he’s his personal nurse or something. As one of the very, very few Omegas that comes through Yoongi’s home, the new scent and face is off-putting.

“Dammit, Yoongi, I told you this would happen.”

It’s not the same gunshot wound he’s taking care of. It’s two stab wounds in his thigh.

“That fucking hurts, Jimin.”

Jin knows Yoongi isn’t his Alpha, but the way he’s twitching and groaning in pain makes him want to drag Jimin from the house altogether.

“I’m sure it does. That’s what happens when you get stabbed, genius.”

Jimin wraps the wounds securely. He helps Yoongi sit ups in his bed, but doesn’t allow him to stand.

“No, stay here, I’ll-“

“Let me help you, Yoongi. What do you need?”

Jin interrupts Jimin, stealing Yoongi’s attention. He rolls his eyes dramatically.

“I don’t need two people waiting on me hand and foot. Jin, go check on the Busan kid.”

Jimin gets chills up his spine with the amount of disgust Yoongi has for on the place he was born. Jin nods and leaves the room, but not without throwing a dark glare at Jimin.

“I don’t think he likes me.”

“Just give him time. It takes him a while to warm up to new people.”

“Oh, so I’m gonna be around long enough for him to get used to me?”

“If that’s what you want.”

Jimin stays with Yoongi for most of the day. He only leaves to bring the Alpha food. Jin is in the kitchen, as he’s the unofficial-official cook for everyone that comes in and out of the mansion.

Jin glares at Jimin as he takes armfuls of chips, cookies, and other kinds of junk food up to Yoongi’s bedroom. Jimin can’t cook to save his life and he doesn’t want to burn down such a nice mansion, so he brushes Jin’s disdain for him aside and goes to make sure Yoongi eats before he takes another nap.

Jungkook’s mouth is gagged and he’s tied to a chair. Hoseok and Namjoon circle him menacingly.

“Are you sure this is the guy?”, Namjoon asks. He’s got a skeptical look on his face. The young man hardly looks capable of being a high-ranking mafia spy.

“He’s the only person we’ve found that fits the description.”, Hoseok says defensively.

“We found? I don’t think so. You found this guy, don’t drag me into this.”

“Whatever. Where’s Yoongi?”

“He went and got himself stabbed twice at a bar. He’s in his bedroom. You two might be waiting here for a while.”

“Where are you going?”

“Jin’s pissed.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know, I can just feel it.”

Hoseok shrugs. Must me a mate thing. He looks down at Jungkook after Namjoon leaves.

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re not gonna hurt me, but it’s just safer this way. If Yoongi comes down here and thinks you’re a threat, he’ll make sure you won’t be able to even lift a finger, especially since he’s prancing around with that new Omega of his. Trust me, it’s better this way.”, Hoseok explains, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair softly.

“Mhmm.”, Jungkook quirks an eyebrow.

“Don’t pout, you’re cuter when you smile.”

Jungkook doesn’t smile.

Taehyung is worried. Neither Jungkook nor Hoseok have contacted him for two days.

“I’m sure they’re fine. Maybe they’re busy.”, Jimin tries to comfort him.

“Maybe they dumped me. Nobody wants to share an Omega with another Alpha, not longer than one night.”, he whimpers.

“Oh, that’s not true.”, Jimin hugs Taehyung. He’s not sure what to say to make him feel better, he’s never known an Omega that’s wanted more than one Alpha.

They sit in Jimin’s apartment until Jimin has to leave for the club. Jimin lets Taehyung stay at his place since he can’t bear to be surrounded by Jungkook and Hoseok’s scents at his own apartment.

Jimin is surprised and a little relieved when he doesn’t see Yoongi at the club. He’s glad that Yoongi’s not getting out of bed with his stab wounds still not healed, but it’s disappointing that he’s not here to watch him.

He deals with the usual creeps that want to touch his ass, he works his way around the floor collecting tips from lap dances and when it’s his time to perform, money practically flies his way. When he’s done, he sees Yoongi limp into the club. He doesn’t look pleased, he doesn’t even look happy to see Jimin.

“Hey-“

“Quiet.”

Jimin snaps his mouth shut and backs away from Yoongi. This is it, this is when Yoongi shows him what he’s been fearing over the passed two weeks they’ve known each other. He should have known Yoongi wouldn’t be so nice for long. How could he let his guard down like that.

Yoongi sees how scared Jimin suddenly is and knows he’s taken the wrong approach to this.

“We have some shit to talk about, Jimin. Shit you should have told me the minute you knew who I was.”

Jin has another pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom cabinet. He promised Namjoon he’d wait until after his next heat to take another one, but he’s too anxious to wait that long. He doesn’t know what he was expecting, but he’s devastated when the test is negative again.

It’s frustrating, to say the very least. Now, getting pregnant feels like a competition. There’s a new Omega around - one that Yoongi’s interested in and won’t shut the fuck up about. Namjoon doesn’t seem to care and Jin can’t wrap his head around how he’s so damn relaxed about this.

He’ll try again. If he’s got to beg for quickies in the hall, if he’s got to seduce Namjoon every night until the end of time, he’ll do it to have a baby and start the family he’s always wanted. He’ll do it before that damn fertile-smelling Omega can.

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Jimin expects Yoongi to take him down to his basement. He knows what kind of business Yoongi is involved with and he knows what goes on in places like Yoongi’s mansion. Guys he used to date, guys that worked for people like Yoongi, had stories about what goes on in places like this. Instead, Yoongi leads Jimin to the living room where they sit on the big, luxuriously cushiony couch.

“You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”, Yoongi says lowly.

Jimin furrows his brow. He doesn’t know what Yoongi’s talking about.

“Your dad’s a cop.”

“What?”

“He was a cop in Busan.”

“I know that, I was there.”

Jimin doesn’t know why he’s getting so defensive. It’s probably because the subject of his father - though he hasn’t even thought of the man in years - is incredibly sensitive to him, so the mere mention of that old bastard gets his blood boiling for what he made his mother and him go through.

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that?”

“Why is it any of your business?”, he snaps.

Yoongi, who has been remarkably calm the entire time, starts to lose his temper.

“Because I don’t want some bitch telling his daddy about my choice of career.”

“Please, I couldn’t tell my dad shit if I tried, not that I’d do it in the first place.”, Jimin crosses his arms and looks out the windows to the back patio rather than face Yoongi.

“And why is that?”

“Because the bastard’s dead.”, Jimin bites.

Yoongi’s silent. He hadn’t listened that long to his informant. Maybe he should have instead of getting so pissed and barreling over to the club.

“He was a dirty cop, got involved with some really bad people, left my mom and I by ourselves. He went and got himself shot, like, ten years ago.”, Jimin’s voice drops and wavers as he speaks.

“Sorry, I didn’t-“

“But you could have. You found out that much, what stopped you from finding out the rest?”, Jimin finally looks back at him. His eyes are angry and glassy.

“I didn’t want to think that you could betray me. I don’t trust a lot of people, so I wanted to make sure that someone that’s so close to me wouldn’t do something to hurt me or my legacy.”

“Wow, that’s so sweet of you. What the hell makes you think you can stir up old traumas and think I’ll forgive you because you say you trust me? You don’t trust me, you just want an Omega around for a good fuck and now you’re scared that I’ll run my mouth.”, Jimin spits.

Yoongi recoils in surprise at Jimin’s words. Jimin rises from the couch and storms away from him. Yoongi tried to follow him, but the Omega’s fast. Before he knows it, Jimin’s left the mansion altogether.

Jungkook’s tied to a chair, surrounded by people with orders to beat confessions out of him. Hoseok’s currently pleading with Yoongi to just let him speak and promises the elder that the young Alpha will tell the truth.

Yoongi isn’t having it - Hoseok’s begging that is.

“Shut up. Just tell me what he knows.”

Most of what Jungkook says checks out. Sure, some things have changed over the years and he pays for what he gets wrong with blows to the stomach with a baseball bat, but he’s mostly alright by the end of the ordeal.

Hoseok stays with him. Patches him up, feeds him, watches him sleep to make sure he’s alive. He cries when no one’s around, when he’s sure Jungkook can’t hear him.

Time slips from them both. Yoongi and Namjoon’s constant interrogating, Hoseok defending Jungkook, putting himself in harm’s way - it all takes place over a matter of a few days, not that anyone can keep track.

Finally, it ends. Jungkook is passed out in the chair. Yoongi tends to the wounds on his head while Namjoon tends to the ones on his chest and stomach.

“You know this is the way it’s always been, Hobi. Don’t get upset now.”, Yoongi says.

“You didn’t have to go that far.”

“I did. I can smell you on him, this isn’t just someone you picked up on the street because someone tipped you off. If he was just some guy from Busan that fit the description of the spy we’re looking for, you wouldn’t be so distraught.”, Yoongi says knowingly.

“We’ll let him rest and recover. You can take him home after that.”, Namjoon says.

“Alphas suck.”

“Tell me about it.”

Jimin and Taehyung lay on Jimin’s bed, each with their own container of ice cream. They watch trashy reality tv while talking about their respective Alpha woes.

Jimin’s phone rings for the fifth time in an hour. Again, it’s Yoongi’s name on the screen.

“Screw him.”, Taehyung takes the phone and tosses it to the foot of the bed - Jimin doesn’t protest.

Jungkook is released from the basement, Hoseok leading him up the stairs to the kitchen. Jungkook blinks suddenly as his eyes adjust to the daylight.

“I told you I wasn’t lying.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I just had to make sure. If someone else had found you, they wouldn’t have been as careful with you as I was.”, Hoseok says, kissing Jungkook’s cheek.

“Where are you taking me now?”

“To the kitchen. Jin’s an amazing cook. I think he’s making lunch now.”

“How long was I down there?”

“A few days.”

Jungkook shoves Hoseok’s shoulder. Hoseok bares his throat in apology.

“I’ll make it up to you, babe, I swear.”

“You better.”

Yoongi is slumped over at his desk. He mindlessly swivels back and forth in a semi-circle fashion in his office chair. Namjoon and Jin poke their heads in from the hallway to check on him.

“I don’t see why he’s upset. He doesn’t need that whore-“

“Jin.”

“What?”

Namjoon dismisses Jin’s remarks for now and steps into Yoongi’s office.

“Yoongi-hyung, are you alright?”

“Leave.”

“I was just going to ask what you wanted for lunch.”

“I don’t care. I’m not hungry. Leave me alone.”

Namjoon knows better than to press onward, so he retreats to the hallway. Jin doesn’t like to see Yoongi so deflated - not that he was all that animated to begin with, but he looks miserable now.

It only takes a few phone calls and a bribe or two before Jin finds out Jimin’s address. He knocks on the door and waits for Jimin to answer.

“Hello- Jin? What are you doing here?”

“Yoongi wants to see you.”

Jimin’s brow knits together and his expression grows into one of annoyance and distaste.

“What for?”

“He hasn’t been himself since you left. It’s causing problems for everyone else - from a business standpoint. Look, he only looked into your past because he cares about you. He needs to know that your worth keeping around. He wants to be with you, Jimin, though I don’t understand why.”

Jimin huffs. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t missed Yoongi, too. Still, it’s the principle of it all. Yoongi should have asked him about his past if he trusted him like he says he does. Jimin’s always been weak when it comes to satisfying Alphas, though, so he sighs and relents.

“Fine, I’ll come see Yoongi.”

Jin nods, relieved.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

Jimin walks to the mansion gates. He presses the buzzer, looks into the camera, and the gates open immediately. When he approaches the front doors, Yoongi is there waiting for him.

“Jimin-“

“Jin said you were sad. I’m here to make you feel better.”, he takes Yoongi’s hand and leads him toward the stairs. He gets distracted, however, when he hears the names ‘Jungkook’ and ‘Hoseok’. He pulls Yoongi to the living room where three Alphas are sitting and talking.

“Excuse me, which two of you are Jungkook and Hoseok.”, he asks politely.

The two men raise their hands. The third, Namjoon, looks on in confusion, wondering why Jimin was back at the mansion holding Yoongi’s hand.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of an Omega named Taehyung, would you?”

Their faces turn pale with realization that hits them like a freight train.

“Shit, Taehyung must be so worried.”

“It’s been days, we’ve been...um...caught up with some stuff.”

They don’t get to finish talking because Jimin is suddenly across the room throwing couch pillows at them, Namjoon, dodging the pillows and moving out of the way.

“You two bastards made my friend sad!”

“We’re sorry!”

“We’ll go see him now!”

Jimin yells at them until they run out the door. Yoongi looks on in astonishment.

“What?”, Jimin huffs, straightening his clothes and making himself look presentable again.

“I’ve never met an Omega like you before.”

Taehyung waits at his own apartment. He’d left Jimin’s hours ago and was now sitting alone in his living room. There’s frantic knocking on his door and he can hear voices from the hallway.

“Tae-Tae, baby, open the door, please!”

“We’re sorry we’ve been gone for so long.”

Taehyung recognizes the voices and scents to be Jungkook and Hoseok. He’s at the door in seconds.

“Where have you been?”, he’s nearly in tears as the two ambush him with hugs and cuddles.

“Baby, we have so much to explain.”

“We’re so sorry.”

Taehyung clings to them as the two drink in his scent, however sad and dull it smells.

“I thought you forgot about me. I thought you didn’t want me anymore.”

“Of course not, Tae-Tae.”

They explain everything. If Yoongi or Namjoon were here, they’d be in enough trouble that their sudden disappearance wouldn’t cause much alarm to lower ranked members of the mob. By the end of it, Jungkook and Hoseok are shaky and nervous and desperate for Taehyung’s forgiveness and affection, which he’s been stingy with since their abrupt return.

“Please, Tae-Tae, understand that we didn’t leave you on purpose. I had to make sure Kookie was okay around the others and he couldn’t exactly pick up a phone and give you a call.”, Hoseok explains.

Taehyung’s quiet. They mov to the bedroom where the Omega had begun to nest in their absence as a way to try and preserve their scent in his apartment, old clothes they’d left around during previous visits sitting on top of the piles.

“I know you’re both part of a complicated world. It’s your livelihood and I can’t ask you to just drop it for me, so I won’t, but I don’t want to be a part of that. The crime, the money, the risks, it’s too much for me.”

“You won’t, we swear. Kookie’s left the life, too.”, Hoseok’s desperate for Taehyung to accept their attempts at touching him in even the smallest degree.

“But you’re bringing both of us into it.”, Taehyung counters.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. Yoongi’s got a tight leash on all his higher ranked members. We’ll be safe.”, Jungkook defends, which surprises the other two, especially Taehyung after what he’s just learned about, he hopes, his mates.

“This will never happen again. Ever.”

“Please, believe us, baby.”

Taehyung doesn’t answer right away. He’s got a lot to think about.

Jimin pushes Yoongi to the bed and watches him stumble as the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He settles between Yoongi’s legs and starts to undo his pants.

“Wait, Jimin, what are-“

“Jin said you were sad. I’m here to make you feel better.”

“But, hold on a minute, this isn’t what I had in mind.”

“Do you want me on all fours? On my back? You want me to ride you? Do you have any kinks you haven’t told me about?”, Jimin asks.

He seems rushed and ready to please Yoongi so he can leave.

“I was thinking we could just talk about what happened. I could apologize for violating your trust and privacy.”, Yoongi says sincerely, which confuses Jimin. He nods wordlessly, though, from his place on the floor.

“Go on.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t ask you about all that shit and went behind your back. I’m sorry I brought up things from your past that you didn’t want to talk about and not thinking about how it would affect you.”, Yoongi starts. Jimin didn’t expect him to be so serious. In the short time they’ve known each other Yoongi’s only ever shown two sides of himself - lazy and unenthused, and sarcastic and vaguely annoyed. He’s never seen Yoongi like this.

Jimin doesn’t know what to say. On the rare occasion that an Alpha would apologize to him for anything, Jimin would accept, but nothing would change. He was still treated like dirt, yanked around and cast aside at their leisure. He thinks, he hopes, Yoongi is different, but his past experiences tell him otherwise.

“I don’t know what to say.”

Jin sits out on the porch, feeling the chill of autumn turning to winter. He’s with Namjoon and he’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while. Namjoon’s finished all his work for Yoongi, so he’s been granted a couple days off.

They lay outside under a blanket, Jin half-asleep and completely unmotivated to moving around any time soon. The breeze is cool and the sky is cloudy, but they keep each other warm.

Originally, Jin had come out to the patio to escape Jimin’s scent filling the mansion again. Namjoon had accompanied him when he notice the Omega in another sour mood.

“Babe, don’t let him get to you.”

“He’s fertile. I can smell it.”

“That doesn’t mean he’s going to get pregnant. Yoongi has condoms and I’m sure he’s on the pill.”

Jin leans against Namjoon when he sits down beside.

“I know you want a baby, but maybe now’s not the right time.”

Jin’s been afraid Namjoon would say that. He’s been busy lately and going on some increasingly sketchy and dangerous outings with Hoseok and Yoongi. He’s too preoccupied with his job to think about having a child now. Jin doesn’t want to force a family in onto Namjoon, he doesn’t want to end up like his fathers.

Jin doesn’t respond. Instead, he retrieves a blanket from inside and they lay together. It’s quiet and peaceful and he could just drift off to sleep like this.

Yoongi moves slowly against Jimin. After their heart-to-heart, Yoongi promised he cared for Jimin genuinely and didn’t just want him for his body, his looks, or his expertise in sex and seduction.

“There’s something about you.”, he’d said. Jimin still doesn’t know what he’s talking about and Yoongi never did quite explain himself. Jimin doesn’t think there’s anything too spectacular about himself, especially nothing so great that Yoongi would spend an hour saying that he wants him to stay around forever.

Jimin can’t explain it, but he feels the same way. Since the first night Jimin saw Yoongi at the club, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. He used to think, jokingly, that it was love at first sight. He doesn’t think of it as a joke now.

Jimin whines and arches his back off the bed as Yoongi hits his prostate again.

“Kiss me.”, he whimpers. Yoongi complies without hesitation.

If this is what love feels like - real love with no underlying motives - then Jimin’s all for it. He used to think no one would love him or want him for anything other than his body, but now he’s starting to see things differently.

Yoongi fills him up - they hadn’t used a condom because they wanted to experience each other entirely - so much that cum escapes his hole when the Alpha pulls out.

“No, please, don’t go.”, Jimin doesn’t know why he feels like crying, but tears fall down his cheeks at the thought of Yoongi going away.

“Never, I’m just going to get a towel-“

“Don’t want one. Don’t need one. Please, Yoongi, don’t go.”

Yoongi gets back onto the bed and, ignoring the mess, cuddles Jimin. Jimin presses his ass against Yoongi’s dick again.

“Put it back in, I don’t want it to go.”

He’s still so upset, so Yoongi does as he asks. They both know the risks of what could happen. Neither of them seems too impartial to it.

Taehyung sits between Hoseok and Jungkook on his couch. The Omega’s forgiven the Alphas, though a bit hesitantly. They promise to keep him in the loop and that there would be no more secrets between the three of them. They’ve scented him enough now that they’re calm and relaxed, almost completely asleep on top of him.

Hoseok has his arm wrapped around Taehyung’s shoulders and Jungkook’s hand is on his thigh. Their scents mingle together well, blending into one instead of competing for dominance. It’s rare that two Alphas would want to share an Omega, but Taehyung’s just happy he found them.

Jungkook adjusts, his position becoming uncomfortable due to his injuries. Taehyung and Hoseok jump to accommodate him.

“Do you need something?”

“Is anything broken?”

“Don’t move, sweetheart, I’ll get whatever you need.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Are you thirsty?”

Jungkook just laughs and urges them to relax again.

“I’m fine, I was just moving around a little bit.”

Hoseok still feels guilty. This is all his fault. He shouldn’t have turned Jungkook in to Yoongi.

“Hey, don’t make that face, love.”

Jungkook brushes his thumb over Hoseok’s cheek, holding his face so the elder can look at him.

“I grew up in this life, I know the rules. You did what you had to.”

“But look at you.”

“This? This is nothing. I’ve survived worse.”

Jungkook adjusts the pillow under his head and lays down again.

“You two stress me out.”, Taehyung pouts.

“I know. I feel like I’m messing this whole thing up.”, Hoseok mumbles, disheartened.

Taehyung kisses Hoseok on the cheek and Jungkook squeezes his hand. Nobody needs to say anything for them to know that all has been forgiven.

Jimin clings to Yoongi as the Alpha rocks into him, his chest flush to the Omega’s back. Jimin’s face is buried in the pillow, his nails digging crescent-shaped marks into Yoongi’s arm.

Since their reunion, Jimin’s started a heat triggered by Yoongi’s scent. He’s already missed three days of work - for both jobs - and has received a call that he’s already been replaced at the restaurant. He’s not worried about that now, though. All he’s worried about is how every move Yoongi makes hits his prostate, making his thighs shake and his breathing quick and shallow.

Yoongi cums inside him again. Jimin moans as he feels the warmth inside him spilling out because he’s stuffed so full. He whines - almost cries - when Yoongi pulls out.

“I’m not going anywhere, my love. I’m staying right here.”, he says as he leans over to open the drawer of the nightstand and retrieve a plug.

By the end of the heat, Jimin’s scent as sweetened. Not enough for Yoongi or any of the other Alphas to notice, but enough for other Omegas to pick up on it. When Jin smells it the first time Yoongi and Jimin come out of the Alpha’s room hand-in-hand, his stomach turns and his hatred for him festers.

He weeps, long and loud sobs muffled by his pillow. Namjoon can’t console him, no one knows what’s wrong.

“I hate him! I hate him!”, he shouts but no one can understand him.

He melts into Namjoon’s embrace when he wraps his arms around the Omega. He’s quivering and crying and all Namjoon knows to do is rock him back and forth, shushing and kissing away his tears, until he falls asleep against his chest.

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It’s come to my attention that (in my own opinion) this story is stupid. I’m thinking about deleting it and maybe starting over.

Thoughts?

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I want to thank everyone for their kind words and encouragement. However, I can’t continue this story in a way that would make the story better. I wouldn’t feel comfortable publishing something that I didn’t think would be worthy for anyone to read or that I didn’t think anyone would enjoy fully.

I will work on improving the story entirely, from start to finish. I’ll update y’all when I get it started. I’ll take more time on the new story and try to make it better.

Thank you so much for reading and commenting. It means the world to me ❤️