16-Ocean Eyes
2013, 24. October - 6:11pm
It came to the point that Yoongi asked himself why he had changed the sheets at all.
While his window was wide open and he was laying on the bed butt naked, he was still sweating his sheets wet.
At first, Yoongi tried to cool down with cold packs, but they did nothing for his hot body, so he gave up on them.
A weird feeling was pooling in his gut.
He hoped it was because he ate so many sweets but he knew best that what he was experiencing wasn't anything but arousal.
Yoongi spent hours scrolling through forums, reading posts about people's first heat and what they'd do better if they were to experience it once again.
Usually, they didn't help since Yoongi wasn't ready to spend this heat with an Alpha.
Eventually, Yoongi realized he'd need to confess to his parents, and then he'd go to their local department and register for a heat partner.
For a while, Yoongi considered just taking scent blockers and heat suppressor for the rest of his life but when he read about the side effects, he felt sick only thinking about the long-term consequences.
A small part inside of Yoongi was still praying that it was just a fever he was running.
But Yoongi derided his thoughts.
For now, he was staring up his ceiling, feeling his body heat up, his head filling with clouds, and his body starting to ache for touches with every passing hour.
There was no chance he'd catch any sleep.
He was wide awake and he was sure that wouldn't change soon.
His mind was running wild about how he'd design his next few days of agony.
And Hoseok was passing his mind more than once.
This was sick.
Yoongi was sick.
Something was wrong with him.
Yoongi sighed, relieved when he heard their front door open. Seokjin and Namjoon talked to each other in hushed voices.
Suddenly, Yoongi realized he didn't contact Jimin yet.
God, he wasn't thinking straight.
Yoongi turned to his side and reached for his phone.
He swiped away a couple of notifications and opened Jimin's contact.
When their chat room opened up, Yoongi noticed that Jimin had a profile picture.
Out of curiosity he opened it first and came to the sobering realization that Hoseok and Jimin seemed to be friends.
Yoongi frowned at the picture where Hoseok gave Jimin a piggyback, the Omega smiling widely, his eyes disappearing cutely while Hoseok looked slightly exhausted; still, he was holding Jimin by his thighs tightly.
Yoongi didn't know how to proceed knowing the fact that Jimin had befriended Hoseok? Didn't he slap Hoseok back in high school?
Yoongi was quite confused and taken back.
Maybe he shouldn't trust Jimin.
So, he ended up closing their chatroom again and locking his phone.
Namjoon knocked on his door anyway.
"Yoongi, are you awake?" he asked carefully, in case Yoongi was sleeping.
"You can come in." Yoongi placed his phone on his desk and sat up in his bed. Just then Yoongi noticed that he was feeling slightly dizzy, his vision blurring a little while he waited for his friend to enter.
Namjoon slipped into his room quickly and closed the door again immediately.
Once he saw Yoongi, he raised his hands and covered his face.
"Yoongi. Can't you throw something over?"
Yoongi looked down at his naked body and realized he didn't care at all. He was burning up and only thinking about wearing clothes now was dragging Yoongi's mood down.
"You saw me naked before. What's the fuss about?"
Namjoon knew Yoongi was right. They went into bathhouses together, changed clothes in the same room during their trips, and weren't bothered at all back then.
Now, Namjoon still seemed to be embarrassed while he let his hands fall again, his eyes fixed on the ground most of the time.
Yoongi decided to pull parts of his blanket into his lap at least.
Namjoon walked over to Yoongi's desk and placed his bag down, pulling out two big bottles of water and a couple of sweets.
"I thought you might want to snack something. Seokjin will cook dinner for us but he will leave tonight."
"Did he find a place to stay?"
Yoongi felt bad for forcing his friend to move elsewhere.
"Maybe I can go to my parents' house."
Namjoon shook his head and sat down on Yoongi's desk chair before turning towards him and getting comfortable.
"No, It's alright. You can't drive through the whole city now and Seokjin can stay at his parent's place anyway."
Yoongi hummed and started to bite his bottom lip.
This was starting to get serious.
"Will you stay in the flat?"
"Do you want me to leave? I'm just worried because it's your first time and I don't know if anything can happen. I borrowed a couple of books today to read about risks."
Yoongi laughed when he reached for the bottle of water.
He opened it and took a sip, still chuckling.
"You are the only person I know that is still borrowing books in their free time."
"What am I supposed to do? My lecturers thought I was kidding."
"It's okay, Namjoon. Thank you for caring, but I think books won't help me."
Yoongi closed his bottle of water after he took another gulp and then scratched his neck again.
Slowly, Yoongi was smelling himself. Not only the sweat but also his own scent, which was getting stronger.
Yoongi wondered if it was his scent glands that were itching.
"Besides, there is something called the internet. I think it might be more useful."
Namjoon scoffed at Yoongi's remark and threw the tissues from Yoongi's desk at him.
Luckily, Yoongi caught them, both of them chuckling.
Suddenly, silence fell over them like an invisible blanket.
It hung heavy over them and Yoongi looked at the box with tissues in his hands, turning them round and round as if it would do anything interesting any moment if he waited long enough.
Namjoon sat on Yoongi's chair calmly and finally spoke up.
"Seokjin told me you met someone on the train?"
Yoongi chuckled while he thought back at his hyung's shocked face when Jimin threatened him.
"Jimin recognized me."
Yoongi looked up at Namjoon whose eyebrows were raised.
"Yeah, I was surprised too. But he was really nice. He even offered me help and gave me his number."
Namjoon leaned forward slightly, obviously interested.
"That's great! I bet Jimin can help you to get through your first heat. Did you contact him yet?"
Yoongi averted his eyes and started to play with the tissues again.
"No. But maybe we're still wrong. Maybe it's not heat, just a fever."
Since Namjoon didn't answer him, Yoongi looked up at his friend who was looking at him with an incredulous gaze.
"You don't look very sick to me."
"Namjoon..." Yoongi whined, falling back onto his bed, throwing the tissues to the side.
Honestly, Yoongi didn't want it to be true.
Even though he knew what was coming, he was still waiting for someone to tell him that it wasn't true.
"Just saying," Namjoon said, rolling a bit closer to Yoongi's bed with his chair.
"Why don't you contact him, hm?"
Yoongi raised his arms and crossed them over his face.
He sighed heavily.
Talking to Namjoon was getting exhausting.
Not that he was tired of talking to him, but something inside of Yoongi wanted to think of other things now.
Omega things.
"I saw that he's friends with Hoseok. I don't want that."
"What? Them being friends?"
Yoongi shook his head. That wasn't what was bothering him. But Yoongi also couldn't explain what he disliked so much.
"What then?" Namjoon sounded curious, but Yoongi couldn't help but to be annoyed by it a little.
He was upset by how moody he was currently.
Instead of speaking and risking letting something bad slip, Yoongi only shrugged.
"Seokjin told me you dreamed of Hoseok. You think he has anything to do with it?"
"Who cares," Yoongi mumbled and turned to his side, his back towards Namjoon.
He didn't want to talk about it now.
But Yoongi was also curious what was up with him and all these thoughts about Hoseok.
Even only hearing his name did something to Yoongi.
This was stupid.
Namjoon sighed before he stood up.
"I'm gonna go help Seokjin prepare dinner now. If you need anything just call for us."
Yoongi didn't react to his friend's words. He was feeling upset and he couldn't help but to sulk a little.
"Don't worry, Yoongi. It will be okay. I already filed papers for you at university so you get a pass for being absent these next few days."
Namjoon zipped his backpack up again and pushed the chair back to Yoongi's before he walked towards the door.
"And please put something on or close the window. You'll catch a cold on top of everything else if you don't."
Yoongi only grunted since he didn't know if he really would follow the request, but he had the feeling that Namjoon wouldn't leave otherwise.
Finally, Namjoon opened Yoongi's door and closed it quickly again.
Yoongi heard the floor squeak as Namjoon walked away and into the kitchen.
Yoongi looked at the pattern of his wallpaper while he thought about Jimin.
He'd try to get through it alone. Others did before him.
Yoongi wouldn't die.
When Yoongi turned onto his back, he gasped slightly.
Yoongi pulled the blanket from his hips and saw his half-hard member, sensitive to the blanket brushing against it, slowly starting to plump up against his lower stomach.
Yoongi stared at his dick.
He refused to touch himself.
Namjoon sighed when he placed his bag on one of the chairs at their table.
Yoongi seemed a bit upset and he was worried about his friend. He knew heats were hard to handle and he knew he couldn't help Yoongi.
He hoped his friend had enough energy.
Namjoon opened up his bag and placed the books he borrowed on the kitchen table.
He planned to stay up all night studying the books since he had a day off tomorrow.
Maybe something on those pages could help him to understand what happened and why it happened so late.
Actually, Namjoon always had the feeling Yoongi was a bit too delicate to be a Beta.
"You won't leave them there, yeah? We're going to be eating dinner there," Seokjin casually mentioned while cutting up the potatoes.
The rice cooker was running already.
"Sure. I'll move them in a minute."
Namjoon closed his backpack and placed it beside the fridge on the floor.
He then decided to help Seokjin before carrying the books over to his room.
He stepped over to the sink and washed his hands.
"Can I help you somehow?"
Seokjin hummed and placed two thick carrots into the sink before searching for a peeler and placing it beside Namjoon.
"Peel them. I'll make curry today. You can store the leftovers in the fridge and when Yoongi is hungry, pop it in the microwave."
Namjoon hummed and washed the carrots before taking the peeler and carefully peeling the vegetables.
Evenings like these were rare.
Usually, they were all together, chatting about their day.
Namjoon liked usual.
But he also liked unusual. He didn't have much time alone with Seokjin.
Sometimes he thought Yoongi was what was connecting Seokjin and him, thus he was always a bit excited when he was alone with Seokjin.
Just then he felt as if they were friends, not just of Yoongi, but because they fit together just as well on their own.
Sometimes, when Seokjin wanted to be playful, Namjoon liked to be playful too.
But when they felt like having late-night talks, they were also enjoyable and both of them always parted with a nice feeling in their chests.
Today would be different, though. Today they'd probably both go to bed uneasy.
"I feel horrible."
Seokjin kept cutting the potatoes into cubes while he confessed his feelings.
Namjoon looked up from his carrot.
He looked at Seokjin's face, a bit sweaty from the day.
His lips were pouted and Namjoon blinked away and back to his carrot.
"Why?"
"Because I can't help Yoongi."
Namjoon lifted the carrot to peel it more precisely.
"You are helping him by giving him some room. These next couple of days will be hard for him."
Seokjin only hummed when he pushed the potatoes aside, pulling the bowl with uncut meat to himself, lifting out the beef to cut it into bite-sized pieces as well.
"I can't believe this is happening."
Seokjin breathed a humorless laugh.
"Especially to Yoongi. He seems so happy these days. He loves the university."
Just then it dawned on Namjoon.
Omegas weren't allowed to study.
Seokjin was right.
Yoongi loved studying. He loved going to university although he wouldn't admit it out loud, but seeing all his fellow students and learning new stuff he was passionate about, was making him really happy.
Both of them knew it and it was almost tragic how Yoongi would lose more to his identity than just his second gender.
"We shouldn't talk about it just yet. Let's think about how Yoongi will manage his first heat."
Another huff left Seokjin, this time he grinned down at the meat while he cut it.
"Insane, right? We all thought life was slowly falling into place."
Namjoon could only agree.
Right now, they could only think about all the things that would change for all of them.
"The only thing we can do is be here for him. No matter what he needs."
Seokjin agreed with a nod, finishing cutting the meat.
He looked over to Namjoon who didn't even finish half of his carrot.
Seokjin smiled at the small pieces of carrot skin in their sink.
"Namjoon, you should peel bigger stripes of the carrot. Otherwise, I will finish the curry without it."
Namjoon looked a bit embarrassedly down onto his half-peeled carrot.
Usually, Namjoon was very slow with his tasks but today, Seokjin wanted to finish lunch quickly.
"I'm sorry," Namjoon mumbled, pulling his shoulders up a little.
He wanted to continue peeling the carrot when suddenly Seokjin's hand laid itself around Namjoon's.
"You always take your time with these things, it's kinda cute."
Seokjin didn't always call Namjoon adorable things, but when he did, it made Namjoon's heart jump.
At first, Namjoon thought Seokjin would try to take the peeler out of his hand, but suddenly both of them stopped in their current position.
Seokjin's chest grazed Namjoon's arm and for a moment Namjoon didn't know what to do.
He didn't want to pull away, but it was very unusual for them to be so close. And Namjoon wouldn't lie and say that he didn't like it.
Seokjin's hands were soft and the palm of his hand warm.
His perfume was still there, even after hours of wearing it. A soft smell of blackcurrant. Not too much to cover up his own scent, but enough for Beta's to smell it.
Namjoon heard a heavy breath from Seokjin.
He inhaled loudly and Namjoon felt Seokjin's chest deflate.
Then, Namjoon realized; Seokjin wasn't seeking Namjoon's body warmth or trying to enjoy their closeness.
He was trying to pick up Yoongi's scent which stuck to Namjoon ever since he left his room. Seokjin probably didn't even realize himself.
With a stab to his heart, Namjoon wriggled his way out from in between Seokjin and the sink.
"I'm gonna take a shower and move my books to my room afterward," Namjoon mumbled, dropping the peeler into the sink, drying his hands on a rag, and leaving for the bathroom to wash Yoongi's scent from himself.
"Yeah, sure."
Seokjin sounded almost exhausted.
Namjoon tried not to think too much about it.
2013, 24. October - 10:52pm
After Seokjin packed his bags and left the flat, Yoongi couldn't hold back anymore.
At first, he didn't want to make any noise. So he told himself that he could wait at least until Seokjin left their apartment.
But with every passing hour, the pressure inside of Yoongi got worse and once he heard the door shut, he masturbated like a madman.
Internally, Yoongi was angry at himself for giving in so quickly to his desire but there was nothing he could do.
Everything hurt and his mind surrendered to his instincts.
But the worst was when just fisting his cock wasn't enough anymore.
Yoongi was laying on his chest, face in his pillow, coming down from his orgasm.
His fingers slipped from his wet hole, a glob of slick finding its way out, too.
The wetness was uncomfortable. No matter how many times Yoongi tried to wipe it away, the slick was emerging without him being able to control it. So, he gave up at one point.
He hoped it would stop once he was remotely satisfied, but after this orgasm, Yoongi wasn't sure when that would be.
He turned his head to the side and snuffled his nose.
At one point, Yoongi had started crying and even though he wasn't sobbing anymore, tears still blurred his vision.
Yoongi smeared the slick from his fingers into the bedsheets and then turned to his side. With his clean hand, he stroked away the tears and tried to sit up.
In his closet there were a couple of sex toys hidden.
When they moved in together, Yoongi bought a really cheap box with a lock to store his secrets inside. Although neither of Namjoon nor Seokjin were really nosy and would rummage through other people's stuff, Yoongi was extra careful with the box. He placed it in the very back of his wardrobe and only took it out whenever he was home alone — which happened rarely.
Today was the first day Yoongi would get his toys out when someone else was at home.
He didn't know what else to do.
His wrist hurt so bad, he decided he couldn't continue fingering his asshole while trying to feel good.
It was making it worse for him since he couldn't reach the spots he wanted to reach so badly.
Yoongi sat up with a whine, his legs weak, his belly feeling funny and body sticky from slick and sweat.
For a moment he thought he might feel sick, but the feeling faded quickly again and Yoongi was able to stand up and to walk over to his wardrobe.
His bare feet sounded too loud on the wooden floor and Yoongi needed to drag himself over.
In front of his wardrobe, Yoongi pressed his hand against the mirror on the door to slide it open, but suddenly he froze.
In the mirror, someone was looking at Yoongi.
Blue eyes were glowing in the dark, illuminated by the moonlight that was shining through Yoongi's window.
For that moment, he stopped breathing, waiting for the person to blink and it took his clouded brain some time to understand that it was he himself.
Yoongi gasped and leaned forward to look at his own eyes. They looked crazy and Yoongi asked himself if it was normal that he thought they were pretty, even though they confirmed what he had tried to deny all day long.
Yoongi was an Omega.
He'd need to call Jimin.
2013, 25. October
Namjoon had brought Yoongi breakfast when he was sleeping. Because whenever he wasn't sleeping, he was horny most of the time.
And Yoongi really needed some sleep.
Still, when Jimin rang their doorbell, Yoongi awoke.
Almost as if someone shook him awake.
Yoongi's eyes flew open and he stared at the wall. His body wouldn't move. Every muscle hurt and he felt sore.
That night he fucked himself on his favorite black dildo several times and passed out at one point.
The dildo must have slipped out of Yoongi by himself because it was laying on the bed, touching Yoongi's buttcheek.
The slick on his skin was partly dried and, at the same time, fresh slick was still making its way out.
Yoongi was too exhausted to do anything about it. At least the itching inside of him stopped for now.
He couldn't ever remember feeling this weak before.
His soul got wrung out of his body and Yoongi's thoughts were spinning around only one thing.
When would his Alpha come and help him?
Yoongi was missing that Alpha so much and it was ridiculous to think that anyone would come and soothe his inner Omega.
Yoongi was upset.
Constantly on the verge of crying, he wanted someone to scent him and to press kisses into his neck and onto his cheeks, someone that would pamper him and open the water bottle for him when he was too lazy.
His Omega was crying for attention and Yoongi couldn't stop himself but to accept the feelings inside of him as his own.
Yoongi felt horrible without someone by his side. He could only imagine how these next days would be.
Omega's heats would last for about three days at least and Yoongi wasn't sure if it would take longer for him because there was no one to fuck it out of him.
When Yoongi's door opened, he didn't move at all, too weak to even turn his head.
But he noticed that it wasn't just Namjoon.
Namjoon smelled of freshly mowed grass on a summer morning. Neutral to others, but to Yoongi's sensitive nose, it smelled nice. Especially because the longer they aired their flat, the more Seokjin's scent disappeared and Namjoon's scent became more present.
But beside him, Jimin had entered Yoongi's room.
He walked towards Yoongi's bed and when the mattress softly dipped, Yoongi knew that Jimin sat down on his bed behind him. Shortly after, Jimin's cold hand was touching Yoongi's shoulder.
"Yoongi, would you like to take a shower?" Jimin's voice sounded so soft; Yoongi was really happy to know that the Omega was here now and seemed to care.
Yoongi wasn't able to nod, he only groaned.
Luckily Jimin seemed to understand that Yoongi had agreed to do so.
"Is it normal that he's like that?" Namjoon whispered and Yoongi felt bad for making him worry.
He felt as if he was troubling Namjoon and now Jimin as well.
Yoongi's relief over Jimin's visit was quickly replaced by guilt.
"It's his first heat. It's hard especially when you are alone," Jimin explained and his hands found their way into Yoongi's greasy hair.
"It's okay. Don't be upset. We are going to take care of you."
Apparently, Yoongi's scent must have spiked with worry so Jimin picked up on his mood change.
Meanwhile, Namjoon still seemed overwhelmed by the situation and stumbled through the room when Jimin asked him to carry Yoongi into the bathroom.
Yoongi would have liked to laugh when Namjoon mumbled, "Don't worry, Hyung. I won't look at your dick," but instead he just let his head fall against Namjoon's shoulder, enjoying the embrace for a moment.
He'd be embarrassed about his state another day. For now, he would allow himself to feed off of the little body contact he could get.
While Jimin stayed in the bath with Yoongi, helped him wash his hair, and wasn't even afraid to clean up the slick, Namjoon pulled Yoongi's dirty sheets off and put new ones on.
At first, Yoongi thought it might be uncomfortable to have Jimin clean him up, but Jimin wasn't acting weird about it and took care of Yoongi as an Omega mother would.
So, Yoongi felt at ease with it.
Especially because Jimin was chatting with Yoongi a little.
Talking about his exams and his job.
Yoongi could only imagine what the flower shop Jimin worked at would smell like.
He should visit it next time.
Jimin was bringing Yoongi's mind back to the surface and, eventually, Yoongi was able to speak once Jimin was drying his hair off.
"Thank you, Jimin," Yoongi's words were muffled by the towel around his head.
Jimin laid the towel around Yoongi's neck and smiled down at him.
"No need to thank me."
Yoongi pulled one side of his mouth up into a temporary smile, not able to do much more currently.
He was glad he wasn't feeling like total trash anymore.
"Will I get used to the slick coming out of my ass?"
Jimin snorted at Yoongi's question, preparing a toothbrush for him.
"Someday, yes."
Yoongi grabbed the toothbrush Jimin handed him and started to brush his teeth lazily.
Meanwhile, Jimin brushed Yoongi's hair and disentangled the cable of the hairdryer to dry Yoongi's hair.
"It's okay. It can dry by itself," Yoongi mumbled with the toothbrush in his mouth but Jimin shook his head, plugging the hairdryer in.
"You'll get sick. Your current fever is enough already." And just like that Jimin started to blow hot air through Yoongi's hair until it bounced back into his fluffy form.
When Jimin finished, Yoongi also leaned over the sink and spit out the toothpaste.
After rinsing his mouth with water, he came up and looked at the fogged mirror before he stroked away the water to look at his blue eyes again.
The person in the mirror still felt like a stranger.
"They are beautiful."
Yoongi turned around to Jimin who put the hairdryer away again.
"Your eyes," Jimin clarified and pointed up to his own brown ones.
"Yours are so clear. Just like the ocean. Really captivating."
Yoongi almost blushed. He didn't know if he should thank Jimin, but he only looked down to the floor, trying not to seem too flustered.
Jimin giggled, obviously noticing that Yoongi was affected by his compliment.
"Come. You should eat breakfast and then we talk, alright?"
Yoongi agreed, walking with Jimin into his room, not embarrassed to be butt naked at all.
At this point, he had crossed a certain line and, since Jimin already saw every part of him, there was no reason to hide.
Namjoon wasn't in their living room so maybe he was in his room, reading through his books again.
Jimin made sure to close the door and the window before he helped to put Yoongi into a cocoon out of his blanket.
He then forced Yoongi to drink half a bottle of water and gave him the bowl of cereal Namjoon prepared for him.
They were soggy already but Yoongi was still enjoying it like a 5-star meal.
"So, I was wondering, how did this happen?"
Jimin sat down on the desk chair and swayed around a bit, looking at Yoongi with wonder in his eyes.
Yoongi remembered that Jimin was friends with Hoseok and again Yoongi's body felt weird thinking about the Alpha.
He couldn't tell Jimin about it. Not yet.
Instead Yoongi shrugged and drank the milk in his bowl, catching some chocolate pieces.
"I don't know," he mumbled after he swallowed.
It was a bad lie and Yoongi knew that Jimin saw right through it.
Nonetheless, Jimin tried not to be noisy. But it was obviously hard for him to do.
"Well, okay. Because it's very odd. I never saw someone present so late, you must be a late-late-bloomer."
Yoongi finished his bowl, wondering if he might regret bolting his food on an empty stomach later.
He leaned forward and placed the bowl on the edge of the table and then laid back into his bed. He felt a little tired now.
While Yoongi tried to find a good position, he stilled when he discovered his dildo beside his pillow which meant Namjoon placed it there.
Yoongi stared at it as if it was some foreign object and then turned on his back to stare up at the ceiling.
This was a bad joke. Now he was a bit embarrassed.
Besides him, Jimin giggled, obviously amused by Yoongi being ashamed.
"Namjoon is such a nice friend. He cares about you a lot. He was so worried when I arrived because you have been up all night."
Yoongi groaned when he realized Namjoon probably heard him.
"Don't worry. I think Namjoon is very mature about it and he'll help you out. Especially because it's going to get spicy soon."
At his words, Jimin stood up and walked over to Yoongi to lay his hand on his forehead to test the temperature.
Yoongi snorted at the choice of words.
"Can you tell me more? Like, what awaits me." Yoongi looked up at Jimin with curiosity.
"Uhm, well." Jimin sat down beside Yoongi and pulled both his hands back into his lap.
"Your Omega's mind might take over at one point. It's your first day and it's very different from every Omega when it happens. But I think you know exactly what you want during that time. Your body will run on autopilot."
Yoongi carefully listened to Jimin's words but didn't look at him yet.
"So that's when I will beg anyone to give me their knot?"
It felt weird to say it out loud, almost ridiculous and Jimin's chuckle just emphasized it.
"Don't worry, you won't beg Namjoon to knot you. It's kinda cute how he studies so many guidebooks on how to take care of an Omega."
Yoongi looked over to Jimin. He didn't know Namjoon wasn't reading specialist books only, but also cheesy guidebooks.
Currently, Yoongi felt nice in his cocoon. It was still warm from the shower but Yoongi wasn't overheating currently.
Still, something was missing.
"I feel like shit because nobody's here."
Yoongi turned to his side and pulled his shoulders up a little, tugging the fabric up a little as well.
"Not because of an Alpha. But in general."
"I know what you mean," Jimin said and smiled down at Yoongi.
"Feels nice just to cuddle, right?"
Yoongi nodded, feeling even sadder because he was lacking the attention.
"I called in sick today," Jimin admitted and turned towards Yoongi on the bed, one leg pulled up the bed.
"I wouldn't mind staying here with you until your next heat wave comes."
Yoongi thought it was funny how much Jimin cared about him, basically a stranger.
They barely talked back in school and even now, their conversation didn't feel natural to Yoongi — still aloof.
"Why would you?" Yoongi decided to ask. He wanted to know Jimin's motive.
Jimin blinked down at him and suddenly looked a little sad.
"Because I have been where you are now," he simply said.
If it was true, and Jimin acted purely out of selflessness, Yoongi had mad respect for him.
Because Yoongi didn't know if he'd do it for Jimin if it was the other way around.
Yoongi noticed that Jimin's scent shifted.
He was radiating calming pheromones for Yoongi and even though Jimin was also an Omega, it showed an effect on Yoongi.
"When you are in an early heat, being with another omega can be nice too. But having them close in the main phase isn't a good idea," Jimin explained, shifting on the bed so he laid down beside him.
Yoongi decided to give it a try. At this point, he'd do anything to make it easier for him.
"Don't worry. I will leave later."
The promise kind of hurt Yoongi.
He didn't know how he'd feel waking up alone again, but Yoongi also didn't want to ask Jimin to stay.
If he was right, Yoongi's Omega might not like it.
Yoongi decided to give Jimin some of his blanket but he didn't expect Jimin to hug him.
Jimin's arm laid around Yoongi's shoulders, pressing both of them together while they laid on their sides.
Yoongi's face was pressed above Jimin's collarbone. Jimin's pullover was super soft on his skin and smelled nice.
It mixed well with the scent of roses coming from Jimin.
Yoongi hugged Jimin right away.
It felt good to have someone hug him, giving him something to feel safe and sound for the moment.
Yoongi being butt naked and Jimin being dressed bothered neither of them.
At first, Yoongi didn't want to sleep in again, but the warmth enveloping him and Jimin's steady heartbeat made him tired, lulling him into sleep.
It was nice to have another Omega around, for now.
Calm, but also a bit uncertain, Yoongi slept in and tried to forget everything for a while.
Hoseok stayed at Minjun's place.
He simply couldn't go back to his parent's house.
Usually, there was no problem. His parents often moved downstairs when Hoseok had his rut so he'd have some privacy, but the whole house was reeking of rotten Omega's and Hoseok simply couldn't stand it.
No matter if it was his mother's scent or not.
He still didn't know why he hated their scent so much. During his pre-rut, Hoseok always enjoyed being surrounded by Omegas and now he couldn't even take the train to university.
Luckily he could crash at Minjun's place, his friend's parents out of town anyway.
They had a guest room Hoseok could use for the time.
Minjun wasn't home a lot anyway and Hoseok wouldn't need to worry about disturbing him.
Besides, his mind was full of other things at that moment.
While he had already spent a good amount of time masturbating, he worried about the main phase of his rut.
The last time he spent it alone was when he presented back in school.
He barely still remembered the pain and heat back then and if he could, he'd spend this one with his rut partner, Jiae, again.
But he didn't know why his rut came up in the first place and he was certain that having an Omega over would just worsen his state.
Hoseok was feeling kind of sad. It was an underlying feeling because something was missing.
Someone. And this time he wasn't thinking of Jiae's tits or slick wet pussy when he fucked his fist.
This time it was a faceless person smelling of apple pie and a hint of cinnamon.
Somehow this scent was stuck in Hoseok's nose but it was driving him crazy that it wasn't there.
It was almost as if someone was dangling a carrot in front of his face and he was trying to get it like a dumb donkey.
No matter how deeply Hoseok inhaled, the scent didn't intensify.
Hoseok was running his thumb through the slit of his cock.
He was coming down from an orgasm, his cum splattered all over his fist, and therefore the movement of his thumb smooth.
Still, there was a hunger for more deep inside of him.
While he was trying to keep his dick up by teasing himself, Hoseok closed his eyes and tried to relax a little.
These past hours he had tensed up a lot and if he'd continue like that he wouldn't be able to make it through the second day without something to fuck into besides his hand.
He threw his arm over his eyes, trying to picture a face to the person his Alpha was dreaming about but, no matter what, Hoseok couldn't. No face was good enough.
Usually, he had a wild mind but now he was struggling only imagining anything remotely sexual with this faceless person.
No matter how many times he had come until now, the itch inside of his lower abdomen didn't fade away.
A rough moan escaped his throat when he squeezed his now thick shaft. His cock was back to fullness after he had deflated slightly after his high.
Minjun promised to buy a knot ring for Hoseok that would help him later to get at least a little bit of pleasure when his knot would form.
He hoped his friend would hurry the fuck up because he heard Minjun come home a while ago but his friend still didn't check on him or left anything in front of his door. Hoseok would have heard him.
Just like he heard the doorbell ring.
Hoseok was annoyed for a moment. He always was sensitive to sounds during his rut and he didn't understand why Minjun brought people over when he knew Hoseok going through it upstairs.
Still, he was thankful that he was able to stay at Minjun's place.
His friend also didn't understand what Hoseok's problem was but he didn't hesitate when Hoseok asked for his help.
Therefore he planned to focus on himself solely.
But just when he wanted to go back to trying to create an inner cinema, the scent in his nose shifted.
Suddenly, it was there. It was present and Hoseok pulled his hand away from his cock, sitting up and looking around his dark room.
Hoseok had closed the blinds so he wouldn't be bothered by the sunlight and nothing was in the room beside the bed he was in and a nightstand with a lamp.
While Hoseok cleaned off his hand on the sheets, he turned his head, running his eyes through the room.
No one was there.
But Hoseok could swear that it, whatever caused this scent, felt more present.
Then, Hoseok heard Jimin's voice. He was probably the one ringing at their door.
Minjun mumbled something back, Hoseok unable to understand his bassy voice while Jimin's high one reached Hoseok's ears easily.
Maybe it was Jimin. Maybe it had something to do with the Omega.
Hoseok's Alpha took control over his body. He convinced Hoseok's mind that it was a good idea to stand up and to walk over to the door to open it up.
He also convinced him to go downstairs, following the scent he was craving so much.
His feet guided him over the hallway and to the stairs that lead down into the living room and straight to Jimin who was standing in the doorframe, two bags to his feet, his jacket off his shoulders already.
For a moment Minjun and Jimin were so focused on their conversation, Minjun still hidden by the wall that separated their hallway and the kitchen, that they didn't see Hoseok coming.
They might have smelled him, but somehow Jimin only turned around when Hoseok was too close already.
The Omega screeched and jumped back, crashing into the doorframe when Hoseok reached out for him.
A pained sound erupted from his lips, upsetting Hoseok momentarily.
Before Minjun could jump in between them, Hoseok already grabbed Jimin by his shoulders and looked at him with a hungry gaze.
His eyes must frighten Jimin because the Omega pulled up his shoulders, trying to shrink into himself, looking at Hoseok with surprise and maybe a bit of fear.
The scent came from Jimin. Hoseok was sure now that he was standing in front of him.
Jimin smelled like apple pie and cinnamon, but most importantly heat.
A growl was rumbling in Hoseok's chest when he noticed how repulsive the Omega was.
This was what Hoseok's Alpha needed right now — what Hoseok needed. An obedient Omega with the perfect scent.
"Hoseok, stop that," Jimin whined when Hoseok leaned in to take a sniff from Jimin's scent gland.
Jimin placed both his hands onto Hoseok's chest and tried to push him away.
But only when the smell of roses pierced through the pleasant scent and up his nose, Hoseok and Jimin were easily separated by Minjun.
"What are you doing down here?"
Minjun seemed upset.
No matter what, he was still an Alpha and he couldn't stand another Alpha forcing himself on an Omega. Even when the Omega was Jimin and they usually didn't get along very well.
Jimin seemed twisted, staring back at Hoseok who tried to look past Minjun at the Omega, the pleasant scent was now more present again.
Minjun now needed to force Hoseok back who was trying to stay close to Jimin, ready to risk everything to find the source of the nice scent.
At first, Hoseok pushed back at Minjun, even tried to go past him, but Minjun was stronger than him. He had always been and even now, Hoseok couldn't change anything about it when Minjun picked him up and threw him over his shoulder.
Hoseok thrashed on top of Minjun, trying to free himself out of his iron grip. He was still weak from his sleepless night. He sure looked ridiculous butt naked, but right now he couldn't care less.
"Where is that scent from?" Hoseok yelled when Minjun carried Hoseok upstairs again.
He needed that information. Desperately.
But Jimin only stared at him with confusion, unsure what to do or to say. He looked shocked and also sorry for Hoseok. He wasn't able to answer his question.
"Jimin, please. Why—" Hoseok's begging was interrupted by Minjun adjusting him on his shoulders, causing him to lose his breath.
"Shut up now, will you. You are already causing too much trouble," Minjun rumbled, annoyed by Hoseok's act.
"Leave him alone."
Hoseok tried to protest, but Minjun threw Hoseok on his bed once they reached his room again.
For only a moment Hoseok needed to get his five senses together before he got out of the bed and tried to jerk on the door.
Minjun locked it.
A frustrated growl escaped Hoseok, banging against the door and swearing at the other Alpha on top of his lungs.
Hoseok had never felt that upset ever before.
Upset that he was separated from the only thing he needed and wanted right now.
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