Chapter Text
Part Three
"My fucking god, Jin! What you mean by 'calm down'?!" Namjoon's hysterical voice quivered, and he swiped at his phone to call Yoongi again, "My best friends could be fucking."
Seokjin looked up from his half-eaten, soggy bowl of generic cereal to scrunch his nose up at his mate in distaste.
"Namjoon, I don't fucking care. We literally knew this was going to happen. It was practically inevitable, now please, go scream elsewhere." Seokjin spooned more cereal into his mouth, "Let me eat my cereal in peace."
Namjoon's eyes scanned the texts for the millionth time, his teeth worrying his bottom lip.
How was he supposed to be calm when his best friend texted him that he was imprinted to his other best friend?
He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his unruly hair, and he heard Seokjin rise from his chair behind him.
Namjoon melted into his mate's arms as the older man snaked his arms around his waist, propping his head up on the crook of his shoulder. Seokjin had always had a calming scent, a muted lilac, and Namjoon basked in it.
"Hey, they'll be okay." Seokjin's lips brushed against his neck as he whispered, and Namjoon could feel himself begin to loosen up, "They're grown men, and they've been in love with eachother for years. They'll figure it all out."
Seokjin pressed a kiss underneath his ear and nuzzled his nose there before pulling away.
"Okay," Namjoon breathed, "I'm just worried. Yoongi hasn't responded at all and I'm just concerned. You know... You know how Hoseok gets during his ruts."
Seokjin's laugh was breathy as he took a few steps to meet Namjoon's eyes. His thin hands came up to grip the alpha's shoulders.
"Trust me, Yoongi is fine. In fact, he is probably having the time of his life at this point." Seokjin's eyes glittered mischieviously, "You know how newly mated pairs are."
Namjoon knew, all right.
"Ugh, please Jin. I'm emotionally scarred enough as it is."
Seokjin responded with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
Seokjin rubbed his thumbs against Namjoon's collarbones and grinned, his plush lips pretty and pink. Namjoon looked at his mate and wrapped his arms around his slim waist, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"You're an idiot," Namjoon breathed, and Seokjin smiled against his neck.
"I beg to differ, you're more idiotic than I ever will be." Jin easily retorted, taking in the woodsy pine scent of his mate. He snaked his hand down to grab Namjoon's phone and he slipped it into his own back pocket.
"You listen here, Kim Namjoon." Seokjin placed his hands on his mate's cheeks and squished them together. "You are going to give them space. We will let them come to us. You will not, under any circumstances, interrupt whatever the fuck they are doing."
Namjoon groaned and rolled his eyes, "Fine." His voice was affected by the way Seokjin was pinching his face.
Seokjin's lips quirked up into a small smile.
"Better." He pressed a quick kiss onto the alpha's puckered lips before escaping with his phone in his back pocket.
* * *
It was fifth day when Namjoon finally received the long awaited text.
I'm alive, Joon.
At this point the alpha was scrambling for his phone, his thumbs shaking as he typed in his passcode at the speed of light.
Yoongi was typing again, according to the messenger app, and Namjoon watched with baited breath.
I wouldn't come over any time soon, but everything's okay. Once this whole bonding thing is over and done with, we can meet up and talk, okay?
Namjoon chuckled and typed his response easily, his thumbs gliding across the keyboard.
That sounds great! How are you guys holding up?
The response came quickly.
That's a loaded question, Joon. I'm still freaking out.
Namjoon snorted, because he could only imagine what it felt like to be pounced on by his best friend, in which whom he had no prior romantic relationship with.
Everything's so strange.
A week ago I would have killed someone if they even joked about me considering a bond with Hoseok, but now?
It feels like this was the way things were supposed to be.
You know I've loved him for years... I just never thought he would return the feelings.
Namjoon felt a smile creep onto his face, but before he could respond, Yoongi shot another text at him.
Hobi's back, gotta go I'll text you later Joon.
It took all of Namjoon's manliness not to scream like a teenaged girl.
* * *
Yoongi looked at himself in front of the mirror, his eyes examining the remnants of what had been the most heated experience of his life.
Yoongi's hands traced over his bare chest, inching down and outlining the sensitive bruises around his waist and hips that were perfect inmprints of the pads of Hoseok's fingers. His neck was covered in hickeys, bright red and scattered all over. Yoongi couldn't help but to snort at how wrecked he looked, even after taking a very long and hot shower. He guessed that spending four days doing nothing but fucking had its effects on the way a person looked.
"Damn, Yoongi. You look like shit." He muttered to himself as he inspected his face, the underbags of eyes eyes swollen and puffy.
Yoongi's eyes trailed his body again, taking in all the bruises and hickeys.
Jesus. Hoseok must have a fucking marking kink.
He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he was reminded of how Hoseok had fucked him into submission for four days straight. His eyes found his mark again, and a hand came down to trace a fingertip over it. Pride seeped through his thoughts as he smirked, feeling at the sore skin of his neck.
The mark that bound him to Hoseok was large and it was easily seen. Yoongi's omega hummed in approval as Yoongi clamped a hand over it, a small smile twitching at the ends of his lips.
Hoseok had proved to be the best kind of alpha when Yoongi needed it. He'd fucked him senseless for hours, and when the heat would die down and Yoongi would fall out of his submissive headspace, he would wipe Yoongi's thighs and chest and shower him with affection.
It'd been a day since he had finally ended his heat, and he had been feeling jumpy ever since Namjoon had texted him.
Just as he was about to throw on a shirt, he heard the front door to the apartment open with an annoying ‘squeak’, and he heard his newly-annointed mate scream loudly.
“Yoongi-hyung! I just ran into that kid you always meet up with,” Hoseok said, a slight laugh mixing with his words, and Yoongi could hear his leveled footsteps making their way to the bedroom, “Get this; He straight up almost fainted because apparently I ‘stink so fucking bad’.”
Finally the door opened and Yoongi suppressed a chuckle, “You know, he did the same thing to me, so don’t take it to heart.”
Hoseok was quick to envelope Yoongi into his arms, cradling the smaller man in his arms as he pressed his cheek against the bruised neck. Yoongi rolled his eyes and pushed at the man’s shoulder.
“Jesus, Hoseok. There’s really no need to scent me,” Yoongi frowned cutely and poked at the ball of his mate’s nose. “I reek of you and I am not going to smell like myself for months.”
Hoseok’s smirk had Yoongi squirming his grip, “But isn’t that a good thing, hyung?” Hoseok leaned in to nuzzle his neck again, “Surely my omega should smell like me, right?”
Yoongi snorted, “Get off of me, you leech.”
Hoseok pressed his lips against Yoongi’s, quick, but enough to set the butterflies flying around the older man’s stomach, before detaching himself.
“You complain too much. I’m a perfect mate.” Hoseok said, his mouth morphing into the small triangular shape Yoongi adored. Yoongi rolled his eyes and scooped a lone sock off of the floor to whip at the redheaded man. He squealed and ducked out of the room, a wide smile stretching his lips into that heart shape that was purely Hoseok’s.
After everything, nothing really had changed. Yoongi sighed and let himself smile.
“Hoseok, you’re far from perfect, but you’re mine. That’s all that matters.”