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It’s only a matter of time before Seokjin and Hoseok get thoroughly pissed off from the number of instances they mistake Namjoon and Taehyung’s laundry.
These two would neatly pile the two member’s clothes, always meticulous in both doing the laundry and folding their pack’s freshly washed garments… only for those two gremlins to come whining at the alpha and omega duo saying, “Hyung, this isn’t my clothes! This is Joonie’s.” Or, “Guys, you put Tae-tae’s clothes on my hamper again.”
One day, Seokjin just burst.
“Well how am I supposed to know that?!” He shrieks out. It’s not really because of how tired he was of placing the wrong clothes in the wrong cabinets. Seokjin actually likes doing the laundry. It’s more about the way their very own pack alpha and beta pair was obviously pining relentlessly, Seokjin’s patience was hanging by a lone thread. “It’s not my fault you guys share clothes and scents like an old married couple. How can Hobi and I differentiate between the two?!”
Looking like two deers caught in the middle of the living room, Taehyung and Namjoon freeze in their whining, flushing all the way down to their ankles. Meanwhile, Hoseok bursts into laughter right beside Seokjin, bent over the eldest alpha’s crouched legs like he’s staring at the funniest comedy of the century.
“W-What?” Taehyung stammers out, incredibly red-faced. “What’s that s-supposed to mean?”
“It’s true,” Hoseok chalks out through his amusement, tone much gentler than the worked up alpha. “Since we don’t really memorize everyone’s wardrobe, we try our best to sniff out the clothes to know which one belongs to who, and you guys just… your clothes always smell like each other. It’s hard to distinguish.”
For a strong and mighty pack alpha, Namjoon sure looks like a timid prey. He raises his own shirt to his nose, praying to the heavens that he didn’t just get caught. “I’m s-sure that’s not—” He takes one whiff and freezes, staring with wide eyes at a smug looking Hoseok and a daring Seokjin. “Holy shit.”
They were right. Namjoon’s clothes did smell like a perfect blend of his and Taehyung’s scent. Not one overpowering the other. Just like lemongrass tinted with chamomile and topped off with green apple and ginger flakes.
“How is that e-even possible?” Taehyung asks bewilderedly, imitating Namjoon’s actions with the shirt in his own hand only to find similar results. “I mean, I-I know hyung might borrow my clothes sometimes but how can my scent even reach h-his stuff?”
“Well, that’s what happens when Namjoon puts your clothes in his own laundry basket and it kind of mixes in with the rest of his laundry.” Seokjin says, as a-matter-of-fact. “His clothes smell like you, and yours stink of him.”
“Hey!” Namjoon shrills. “I do not stink, excuse—”
“I mean, how is that possible?” Taehyung cuts them off with a grumble, stressing out his point while looking down at his feet a little apprehensively. “Hyung is an alpha. Shouldn’t his scent overpower mine?”
Ah. All three of his hyungs bite their tongues, staring at their lone beta in mild shock. They all share a look as Taehyung fixes his gaze down to his slippers, shuffling with his toes almost anxiously.
Shockingly, it’s Namjoon who regains his sense of language first. Never wanting to see anyone in his pack this distressed. “Taehyung-ah, just because I’m an alpha, doesn’t mean your scent is going to be set aside.” His tone is gentle, patient.
Hoseok and Seokjin hum in agreement. All three of them get it. They always knew that Taehyung still struggles a little about how he portrays himself amidst their pack. The worth he allocates to himself is almost always limited to his subgender. Case in point: Taehyung undermines the real strength of his scent.
“It’s true, it’s true. It has always been strong, Tae.” Hoseok chides in softly, understanding. “Even when you’re not here and Namjoon is stealing another one of your hoodies, we’d sometimes think that you’re still around. That you’re still with us in spirit.”
“Yah!”
“Okay now, you’re making it sound like I just died.”
“If anything, I’m more surprised that I could still smell Namjoonie.” Seokjin mischievously adds, winking exaggeratedly at a shy Taehyung as if they’re still trying to secretly agree on making Namjoon bloom as red as a poinsettia. As if their pack alpha wasn’t already one. “I would have put all those clothes into your closet if only I hadn't seen Namjoon wear that. ”
The eldest alpha points to one of Namjoon’s eccentric loose shirts that Seokjin has never been shy of expressing his disdain for.
“Excuse you, this is fashion, hyung-nim. Haute couture and very contemporary.” Namjoon huffs much to Seokjin’s judgmental gaze, before looking back at an amused looking Taehyung. Traces of his earlier doubts were slowly fading away, thank goodness. “But they’re right. I always smell so strongly of you, Tae. Sorry if it bothers you.”
Even though it embarrasses Namjoon to admit that, seeing Taehyung grin in something akin to relief or is that… satisfaction? Whatever. Namjoon thinks he can handle being a laughing stock for their precious beta for now. That’s what he gets for stealing Taehyung’s clothes anyways.
“No, that’s not—” Taehyung scurries to say, because Namjoon smelling like him is at the very bottom of the list of things Taehyung hates. “It’s actually really nice. I—I didn’t know my scent could do that, too. It feels…” He scrambles to find the right word, before settling with, “Good.”
Oh. Butterflies begin to flutter inside Namjoon’s tummy, especially when Taehyung genuinely looks him in the eye and for the first time in forever, Namjoon finally sees that look on his face.
He finally sees something he has never seen before.
Taehyung’s happy and pleased with himself, that’s pretty clear. Like he has achieved something worthy of a prize. Like he’s looking at his prize. It makes Namjoon feel shy, albeit a little giddy. Makes him wonder whether Taehyung feels the way Namjoon’s heart is about to jump out of his ribcage and lodge into another one of Taehyung’s hoodies.
Until Hoseok decides to clear his throat. “Are you two done eye-fucking each other right in front of us?”
Both men's eyes snapped to their two hyungs who looked far too amused for merely folding some laundry.
Equally as devious, Seokjin adds, “If you two aren’t out of here by the time I count three, I’m making you fold Jiminie’s sweaters and cardigans.” Everyone knows full well how it’s a whole nightmare to fold the picky omega’s clothes. Jimin even wanted everything to be so equal, Seokjin and Hoseok resorted to using a square piece of cardboard to fold his shit. “One…” He starts counting, and the threat works marvelously.
Before Seokjin could even utter another word, two pairs of heavy footsteps march up to their bedrooms, followed by loud peals of giggles and laughter as the two idiots race to their main bedroom.
“Well, that was quick.” Hoseok remarks, glad to finally be free of the sight of the most obvious pining of the decade. It was starting to get suffocating.
“Losers.” Seokjin huffs, more fond than annoyed.
Those two can saturate the air someplace else, not here with the new laundry.
What Namjoon, Hoseok, and Seokjin said lingered at the back of Taehyung’s head for the next few days.
He keeps on thinking about it, and everytime he does, a smile inevitably forms on his face. Taehyung knows he looks stupid, as confirmed by both Yoongi and Jungkook, but he couldn’t care less. He’s so happy to know that in some way, he gets to mark his pack alpha too. That he isn’t as inadequate as he originally thought himself to be.
Taehyung’s excitement bubbles through the weekend, and it’s for that very reason that Namjoon gets surprised by two paper bags sitting on top of his bed inside his own room.
“What is this?” The pack alpha asks no one in particular, since he’s the only person in his bedroom. He reaches out for the bags, obviously a gift, looking for a note on the outside. There’s none, but one whiff of the lingering scent over the entire bag and he knows exactly who it's from.
“What the—” Namjoon staggers, immediately opening the bag to the sight of two shirts and two sweaters. “Oh my god.”
If Namjoon thought that Taehyung’s scent was already potent on the outside, the moment he opens the bag, it’s like chamomile and green apple exploded in his room. Potent and strong, but not overbearing. Never too much.
More than overwhelmed, the alpha actually feels flustered—shy. What on earth could this mean?
He ransacks through the paper bag for any clue. Thankfully, underneath all the clothes, Namjoon spots a small handwritten note printed in crisp brown paper.
For you, Joonie. I picked out some haute couture and contemporary clothes in your style. So you no longer have to steal mine. Mwah!
Just like that, all the blood rushes to Namjoon’s cheeks. Before he could even think of what he’s doing, the alpha is up on his feet, sprinting towards a room on the opposite end of the hallway, paper bag in hand.
It looks like Taehyung was already expecting him. The beta was smirking as he leaned laxly against his doorframe, facing the hallway, his roommate nowhere in sight.
“So,” Taehyung begins inconspicuously. “I’m assuming you like the clothes.”
Baffled at the absolute smugness rolling off from their usually timid beta, Namjoon splutters. “T-Taehyung-ah! What the—not t-that I don’t appreciate these because they're super cute. But oh m-my god, what are these for?” He holds up the paper bags he was holding, as if it needed any more emphasis.
Taehyung doesn’t lose his smirk. If anything, the mirth in his eyes only shined brighter. “Well, did you read the note?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Then I said it right there,” The beta chuckles. “So that you’ll finally stop stealing my clothes. I’m getting tired of losing half my wardrobe every single week, hyungie.”
Namjoon read that. But, “W-Why is it scented though? Why are they drenched i-in your scent?”
Taehyung looks at his hyung for one long moment, like he’s assessing the situation. His eyes are hyper focused on the apples of Namjoon’s cheeks, how they’re tinted as red as his bitten lips. He looks at his alpha’s gaze, how they can’t seemingly look Taehyung back in the eye.
The beta steps forward until they’re chest-to-chest, propping up Namjoon’s chin using his forefinger. The alpha gasps softly at the bold move, suddenly forgetting how it feels to breathe oxygen.
“Because,” Taehyung says, every breath hitting the skin of Namjoon’s face. “It seems like you like my scent, hyungie. So I did the liberty of scenting your new clothes for you, just so you wouldn’t have to keep on stealing my clothes that are drenched in my scent.”
Caught and trapped, Namjoon flusters knowing he really has nowhere to go. “Y-you knew?”
“Only figured it out recently,” Taehyung grins mischievously, using the same forefinger to gently trace Namjoon’s cheeks until they land on his alpha’s deep dimples. “Have you really been stealing my clothes because you wanted to bathe in my scent, Joonie hyung?”
Something tells Namjoon that the beta was simply poking fun at him. “I—I… Maybe,” But one amused quirk of Taehyung’s brows has Namjoon feeling incredibly cornered; he almost feels embarrassed. “Y-yes.”
The quick and easy way Namjoon relented evokes a chuckle from the handsome beta’s lips.
“So that’s why you’re always wearing my clothes, huh,” The affirmation greatly boosted Taehyung’s confidence. “If you wanted to smell like me, hyungie, all you had to do was ask. I’d be more than happy to scent your clothes so you smell like me while wearing things you actually like.”
Technically, Namjoon knows that. Besides the fact that he and Taehyung have different fashion tastes, Namjoon also knows that their pack weren’t really that rich altogether and they simply made enough to supply themselves with a sufficient amount of clothes. So it’s unfair that Namjoon is taking to stealing his poor dongsaeng’s wardrobe.
But what can he do? All he wants is to smell like Taehyung, and that’s not an easy feat since, “Isn’t that—I don’t know—I mean, you know t-that it’s only something…” Namjoon trails off, waiting for Taehyung to get it as if the beta didn’t already know what he meant the moment he left the paper bag in Namjoon’s room. The younger man only raises a brow at him, obviously teasing. So with a heavy sigh and ruddy cheeks, Namjoon finishes his sentence. “…Mates w-would do, I guess?”
Bingo! We have a winner! “So why do you think I’m giving you these, Joonie?”
Taehyung takes another step closer, and Namjoon’s soul jumps out of his body and takes another footstep to heaven.
“Taehyung-ah, a-are you—” Namjoon didn’t seem like he was going to finish the thought soon, going by how unsure the alpha looked even though the signs were glaringly obvious. Should he ever be mistaken, Namjoon’s going to change his name to Jeon Jungkook and tell everybody that it was him and not Namjoon who assumed and got rejected. “Is this you t-telling me that…”
Thankfully, they wouldn’t have to go that far.
“Yes, hyung. I wanna be your mate.” Taehyung confirms, once and for all, chuckling lightly at the way Namjoon’s eyes widened comically. “This is my way of telling you that yes, I want to court you.”
“Oh.” Holy shit. A long, long second passes as Namjoon only stands there, dumbfounded. He’s unable to utter a single word, his brain choosing that moment of all moments to actually rewire. None of his brain cells seem to work, but when it finally does, Namjoon only staggers preposterously. “Oh what the fuck?! Really?”
To a certain extent, it amuses Taehyung how incredulous Namjoon sounded, as if Taehyung hasn’t been totally in love with him for every single day God has made. But then again, he once also couldn't believe that Namjoon was purposely stealing his clothes with an ulterior motive.
That the alpha would like him the same way Taehyung did, too.
Still, Taehyung teases, eyes crinkling in amusement. “What do you mean, really? ”
“Like are you serious, Taehyungie?” Namjoon balks in return, face both flushed and a little pale if that was humanly possible. “You really want to be my mate?”
Besides being shocked, there’s a genuine hint of doubt buried underneath Namjoon’s tone. Taehyung just wouldn’t have that.
“Duh,” He says lightly but kindly. Genuine. “Hyung, I don’t know if you know this, but I like you so much. Not just as my pack alpha but as my alpha—my mate. That’s why I’ve always been indulging your closet stealing ways, because I maybe, sorta, kind of like seeing you in my clothes and I love how you smell with traces of me on you.”
“Oh.” Namjoon whispers in shock, his thick lips forming into an adorable O. Eyes blown wide that made him a million times more adorable than he already was. “Oh my god, Tae. You beat me to it. I should be the one courting you.”
Taehyung tilts his head. “Why?” He asks. “Because you’re the alpha?”
There’s no hint of a challenge in Taehyung’s tone, because he knew Namjoon was very far from that type of person. Old-fashioned and close minded.
“No,” Namjoon answers back immediately like he can’t believe Taehyung would ask something that ridiculous. Before his face morphs into something bashful again. “Because I’ve liked you right from the very first day I met you.”
“Oh.” So that’s why Namjoon reacted that way. Because now, it was Taehyung’s turn to be surprised, imitating not just Namjoon’s earlier reaction, but also his exact words. “Oh what the fuck?! Really?”
Just that simple sentence alone made Taehyung feel like a whole zoo—no, a goddamn rainforest—was partying right inside his tummy. His knees almost wobbled from how soft he just felt.
“Yeah, really.” Namjoon admits. If Taehyung braved through his confession, then so should he. “Ever since you joined our pack, I’ve always had a crush on you. And god, I know I should have been braver. B-but you’re just… so you. You’re handsome, sweet, and kind, but your face also rarely gives away what you’re feeling, so I didn’t know if you liked me too. I was just… maybe I was hoping that with every shirt or sweater I steal from you, then maybe I could be one step closer to making you fall for me too.”
Taehyung preened so hard his eyes turned into crescents. His cheeks are hurting from how hard he’s smiling, feeling so warm from his scalp down to his soles. With every word Namjoon rambled on, his heart is pirouetting inside his chest and he just can’t believe that their pack alpha likes him… back.
“Oh my god, why are you so cute?!” Taehyung squeals, unable to stop himself from cupping Namjoon’s face and squeezing his cheeks until the alpha was yelping. “Hyung, that’s—you know that I love you so much. I’m sorry that I don’t express it enough, but you have to know how much I love you.”
In the end, Namjoon realized that Taehyung was right. He never had to see the look in the younger man’s face to know how he felt. Everything he’s ever done for Namjoon told the alpha everything he needed to know.
That’s why he couldn’t find an inkling of doubt inside his heart when Taehyung finally admits his love. Just pure trust and confidence of a love Namjoon himself shares 100% too.
But that doesn’t mean the alpha also didn’t get shy about it, “My god, I love you too but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you saying that.” He says, because while he has heard Taehyung say it a million times, it feels different now knowing that he really means those words in the exact same way Namjoon does. In the way he’s always dreamt for it to mean. “Actually, stop saying it. I don’t want to melt before I get to enjoy this.”
“I love you, I love you, I love you—”
“Taehyung-ah!” Namjoon squeals, blushing so hard Taehyung momentarily wonders when did his alpha get sunburned when they were indoors all this time. “Stop, don’t ruin me before I even get to kiss you.”
The beta couldn’t help but giggle at Namjoon’s petulant whining, before raising a brow in challenge, lips curved into one of the most breathtaking smiles Namjoon has ever seen on him. “So what are you waiting for then?”
Finally given the permission, Namjoon simply goes for it. He doesn’t hesitate anymore as he bends down to cup to the beta’s cheeks. This is all he has ever wanted ever since he met Taehyung, and going by the expectant look on Taehyung’s eyes, he knew that the beta shared the exact same sentiment.
Slowly but surely, even gently, Namjoon lowers his lips until they’re only a hairwidth away from Taehyung’s mouth. But just before Namjoon could shir his eyes and finally close the distance between them, a voice suddenly rings from the other end of the corridor.
“Are you two really about to make out in the hallway?” Taehyung and Namjoon’s eyes snap towards the direction of that lone figure holding his phone right in front of him, no doubt filming the cheesiest confession of the whole goddamn generation for the rest of their members to tease them upon later. Jimin stands with a hand on his hip, trying to seem annoyed but even from afar, Namjoon and Taehyung could see the gleeful glint in the omega’s eyes at the happiest ending to one of the love stories he’s been heavily subscribed to. “Where is your decency, young men?”
Both men had the gall to blush, but Namjoon couldn’t help but glare at their youngest omega for ruining the moment. To get even with him, Namjoon smirks deviously.
“You’re right, dear sir. My apologies. Let’s go inside your room, Taehyungie.” He snatches Taehyung’s wrist, his other hand still holding the paper bag, before basically screaming loud enough for Jimin’s camera to hear. “I want to blow you in there instead.”
Taehyung chokes out a shocked yelp, while Jimin screeches scandalously. “Yah! Kim Namjoon!”
But the door is shut and locked to the omega’s shrieking, Namjoon laughing loudly as he drags Taehyung inside and drops the paper bag somewhere beside Taehyung’s dresser. He pushes the beta against his door, and finally, the alpha braves what was supposed to happen exactly thirty seven seconds ago.
Namjoon finally kisses his Taehyungie.
While there was barely any warning given, Taehyung doesn’t miss a single beat as he meets Namjoon’s kiss. With the alpha hovering all over him, big and strong but in no way imposing, Taehyung melts into Namjoon’s arms. He cups the back of the alpha’s neck, pulling him in closer to deepen this kiss that made Taehyung feel like he’s drowning in a flurry of rainbows and sunshines from how giddy his heart thrums.
There’s no other way to describe this feeling besides pure bliss. Neither Namjoon nor Taehyung could stop the smile from forming on their mouths as their lips remain tightly locked. For them, this must be what true happiness tastes like.
God knows how long they both stood there, with Namjoon’s hands around Taehyung’s waist and the beta’s hands on Namjoon’s neck while the other grips the strands of the alpha’s hair. At some point, Taehyung switches them around, this time it’s Namjoon who’s pressed right against his doorframe.
There’s no hint of shyness in the way they kiss, Namjoon pries Taehyung’s mouth open until he could suck on the beta’s tongue. Taehyung tries his best to suppress his shudder every time Namjoon bit down on his lip harshly, but he’s sure that he’s moaning shamelessly against the alpha’s mouth, sucking Namjoon’s lips back like he’s dreadfully starving. Taehyung himself swallows back every sound Namjoon makes, wondering how much more he can draw out from the handsome alpha.
How much more could Taehyung get in entirety.
Praise be to god though, Namjoon was on the exact same page.
“So,” He murmurs against Taehyung’s lips, unwilling to separate even just for a split second. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to blow you. What do you say, baby?”
Taehyung, honest to god, meets St. Peter at the pearly gates at the mere mental image of Namjoon sucking his cock. Wait, I can’t die before I see it in real life.
“Hyung, only a fool would say no to that.”
“So are you a fool, Taehyungie?”
“To your feelings, sometimes maybe, I have been a little oblivious.” Taehyung kisses him long and hard, thumb swiping over the redness called Namjoon’s lips. “But to this mouth, hell to the fucking no, sweetheart. Come here.”
Taehyung starts walking backwards, his hands pulling on Namjoon’s waist, unwilling to break their kiss until the back of his calves hit his small mattress. Once he’s seated at the edge of the bed, Namjoon pulls back up, only so he could kneel right in between Taehyung’s legs.
Holy fucking shit. Namjoon on his knees alone is enough spank bank material for the next two weeks. But when the alpha begins kissing him again, starting from his neck down to his clavicle—making sure to leave several marks against the beta’s skin—Taehyung knows that he’s already ruined for anybody else unless they’re one soft baby alpha named Kim Namjoon.
“Oh hyungie. Fuck.”
The beta could feel the way his hyung smirked against his collarbones, before he pulled back just so he could lift Taehyung’s shirt up, exposing his bare chest. Despite being a beta, Taehyung’s body is beautifully toned and absolutely well-defined. He works out with the alphas, and his hard work obviously paid off. Namjoon’s mouth waters at the sight; he could barely stop his lips from latching onto one of Taehyung’s dusky nipples out of pure desire.
Arching his back, Taehyung basically keens as Namjoon sucks on his erect buds. With his other hand, the alpha toys with his other nipple, switching between the two until they’re both swollen and hard. Taehyung might not be overly sensitive with his chest, but everything feels so intense when it’s Namjoon touching him like this. Before he knows it, his cock is fully hard inside his navy blue basketball shorts, poking into Namjoon’s sternum as the alpha sucks a dark mark just above his right pec.
“Can I touch you here, baby?” Namjoon looks down to his straining cock, a little unsure, just in case Taehyung suddenly wants to back out.
As if the beta wasn’t about to beg in just about… now. “Please, hyung. Touch me, please. Do anything.”
Namjoon listens easily. He slowly pulls down Taehyung’s shorts until his cock springs out. He doesn’t undress the beta fully, since he himself is still fully clothed, but it’s enough for Namjoon to see his hard cock and balls that’s just begging for attention.
“Shit, you’re so pretty, Taehyung-ah,” Namjoon sighs out animatedly, staring at the perfectly sized cock that’s just big and thick enough for his taste. “You really are so perfect everywhere.”
Taehyung’s cock blushes at the compliment, twitching shyly too. “Hyung, s-stop. You’re so—” Cheesy. Sexy. Divine. The beta didn’t want to come embarrassingly fast. Namjoon can’t find out about his praise kink this early.
“I’m serious, baby,” Namjoon darts a hand out carefully, enclosing the length with his palm. Taehyung’s cock is warm to the touch, thick and heavy, he couldn’t help but place a small kiss on the red tip. “God, what would I give to have this inside of me.”
Needless to say, Taehyung’s brain short circuits. “Y-you’d let me fuck you?”
“Duh,” Namjoon answers, looking straight into Taehyung’s eyes as he pokes out his tongue to lick from the base up to the head, marvelling at the erotic sound of Taehyung’s low groan. “There’s no way you can keep my ass away from this cock, baby. Please, you’d have to fuck me at least once. I just know that this cock can fill hyung up so well.”
Taehyung nods vigorously, like he’s in a trance by a siren who’s promising him an ocean full of wet dreams. “I can, h-hyung,” He pants out. “I swear I can. I’ll fuck you good, alpha. I c-can do that.”
Eager Taehyung was the cutest, Namjoon deduces. Oh how he can’t wait to see how that eagerness translates when the beta is shoving his cock deep into his hole until he can breed his alpha.
“Soon, baby. If you’re a good boy, I’ll even reward you with my knot.” Namjoon promises, smirking at the way Taehyung’s eyes darkened further. Soon—he calculates about an hour. It’s not that Namjoon’s easy, but he is getting desperate to feel this cock inside of him, before getting his fill of Taehyung’s ass, too. “But first, let me taste you.”
That’s all the warning the beta gets before Namjoon all but takes him into his small mouth. The alpha’s lips are thick and smooth as it glides against the expanse of his shaft, his mouth even warmer and silkier. Taehyung could only throw his head back, vision blackening for a moment as Namjoon gets his cock wet and leaking.
The alpha licks all over. No vein in Taehyung’s shaft is left untouched; Namjoon’s tongue reaches every crevice and dip, even to the underside of his head. The alpha seems to like tonguing on Taehyung’s slit the most, especially when the beta began leaking copiously. Whatever isn’t inside Namjoon’s mouth, he strokes using his hand, the same way he massages Taehyung’s balls gently too.
“Oh god, fucking hell Joonie, oh m-my lord—!”
Namjoon is generous as he slurps over this nicely curved cock, wrapping his red lips around the tip before sucking both the soul and spirit out of Taehyung’s body. Groans coming straight out of the beta’s lips echo all around the room, along with the heavily saturated scent of chamomile and green apples.
The beta can only sob as his hips arch, pushing deeper inside the alpha’s tight throat. Namjoon encourages him by pulling on his hips, and Taehyung doesn’t know when he began fucking Namjoon’s mouth, but the immense pleasure he’s feeling kind of made every single one of his senses dull into a lone presence.
To just the feeling of Namjoon’s mouth around his heavily leaking cock.
“A-Alpha,” Taehyung sobs out, especially when Namjoon was just pumping his own mouth up and down Taehyung’s length. “I’m g-gonna come, please…”
The beta tries to pull him away, unsure if Namjoon would appreciate Taehyung coming inside his mouth. But if anything, the alpha only pushes himself down further, deepthroating Taehyung until his nose basically hits the tip of Taehyung’s neatly trimmed pubic hair. From then on, it’s a losing battle. Taehyung succumbs to the pleasure, giving Namjoon’s hair a weak tug as a final warning.
“Hyung, I—I’m gonna, fuck, coming, baby! Oh my god, I’m coming—!”
When Namjoon groans around his shaft, pressing down on his balls again, Taehyung’s back arches like a bowstring as he finally comes undone right inside his alpha’s perfect mouth. He lets go of everything as he lets the pleasure of his orgasm consume him in whole, feeling the way his cum shot straight into Namjoon’s throat. Face sculpting into pure bliss as the only thought that consumes Taehyung is that this must be paradise.
Namjoon keeps on sucking on his tip to milk his orgasm. Taehyung thinks he came for two minutes straight, and just when he thought he was done, he looks down to see some cum streaks on the alpha’s lips. It has his cock twitching pathetically as it pops out of Namjoon’s mouth, but when his hyung began swiping over his own lips and chin to push back Taehyung’s cum inside his mouth again, the beta thinks he just had another dry orgasm.
“Fuck, h-hyung, what did you do to me?”
Namjoon grins, pleased with the way Taehyung sounds like he just reached the best orgasm of his a little over two decades of life, and of the way his scent flooded the room in both arousal and satisfaction. “Nothing much, baby. All I wanted was to make you feel good.”
“Alpha, y-you—” Taehyung breathed out heavily, his whole torso flushed red. “You made me feel more than good. Shit, is that how it’s going to be now?”
Namjoon giggles, reaching up to kiss the beta on his lips. “Could be. I mean… I do like making the people I love happy.”
A puddle. Taehyung just turned into a puddle. “Hyung, fuck, you’re so sweet. You can’t just say that.” He pecks the alpha’s lips again. “And what do you mean ‘could’ be? It’s ‘should’ be. I’m courting you now, this is very much reserved for me alone.”
The laugh Namjoon emits is more fond than anything else. “You still want to keep on courting me? I’m pretty sure I’m going to say yes anyways.”
“I want to,” Taehyung says determinedly. “Please, just let me court you, alpha. Let me work hard for my rightful title as your boyfriend and mate.”
The deeper Namjoon’s dimples go, the happier he is. Right now, this is the deepest Taehyung has ever seen them. “Whatever you want, baby,” He mumbles, kissing Taehyung’s lips fiercely. “You know I’ll give you anything and everything you want. I love you.”
On the other hand, Taehyung’s eyes twinkle when he’s in his happiest state. All his teeth show up in a very adorable smile, too. “I love you too, Joonie.” He says, before remembering a very important detail. “Though can we keep on doing this? I believe I was promised a chance to not just get knotted, but to fuck a particularly dimpled alpha’s ass later.”
Namjoon laughs boisterously. “I knew it!” He exclaims, amused and endeared. “I knew you only wanted me for my body.”
Playing along, Taehyung smirks. “Well it is one smoking hot body,” He reaches down to squeeze Namjoon’s perky ass once. And then twice more. “But I do love my alpha for a lot of other things. One of those is how good he looks in my clothes.”
Namjoon’s eyes crinkled beautifully as he smiled. “Well it’s a good thing I love my mate, too.” He kisses Taehyung again, and again, and again. For hours. “Especially when he lets me borrow his clothes or when he buys me my own that’s heavily scented by him, too.”
Both gorgeous men share a giggle, and Taehyung all but pulls Namjoon into his arms to tackle him into his bed. He straddles the alpha’s hips as he kisses him passionately, trying to wordlessly tell him back exactly how much he loves that too. They make out for quite a long time, both of them more than happy just to finally have this moment after waiting for so long.
The best part? Filling the room is the scent of chamomile and green apple molded perfectly with lemongrass ginger; just like how cream and coffee fuses perfectly together. Their signature aroma blending with just the right amount of sweetness and fluffiness, enough to have them both addicted to not just its scent but also of its taste.
Neither Taehyung nor Namjoon would have it any other way.
In the end, Namjoon was proven mistaken. It didn’t take them an hour. It only took them forty six minutes before Taehyung dragged Namjoon to the bathroom for a shower, and there, he opened his alpha up before fucking him back into his bed. Later that night, Namjoon makes good on his promise.
He knots Taehyung’s ass, much to Jungkook’s charging, since he was basically sexiled from his own room for the next eighteen hours.
There was a time that Taehyung didn’t know how to act around Namjoon as they walked around campus.
He didn’t know how to stake a claim the same way alphas or omegas do. He wasn’t that aggressive nor was he that territorial, especially with no concrete assertion over their pack alpha. Taehyung was just another pack member—a beta at that, too.
But everything changed when Namjoon accepted his courtship.
(In Namjoon’s head, Taehyung was already his mate, but he’ll let him have this.)
Taehyung didn’t know how he went from this meek, background member to this person who had the stance of an alpha, the heavy and territorial hand of an omega, and of course, his signature beta trademark of having his scent on his hyung at all times.
How? Well, Namjoon was wearing one of the many oversized haute couture and contemporary shirts Taehyung had gifted him. Heavily drenched in chamomile and green apple, of course.
From nothing, Taehyung went on to acting like all three sub-genders simultaneously, it’s almost amusing.
Everyone was right. There’s not a single person on campus who doesn’t know Kim Namjoon. Everywhere you turn, there’s always someone fawning over the alpha. But nowadays, it’s also unusual to see Namjoon alone.
As always, the alpha will have a polite smile on his face as he waved at both his seniors and juniors that he’d come across the fields or hallways. Due to his vision, especially when he’s not wearing his thick-rimmed glasses, Namjoon could rarely see exactly who he’s waving to. His eyes are then usually squinted, lips curved up courteously as he waved, just in case the person was a friend.
But walking right beside him is none other than Kim Taehyung.
With a possessive hand around Namjoon’s shoulder, the beta walks confidently as if he carries a knot bigger than an actual alpha’s. Strolling beside his hyung with a smirk on his face knowing that the life-sized teddy bear was his. Most importantly, people on campus have long forgotten how the campus alpha-crush smells all by himself. Namjoon included.
Not when Taehyung always makes sure that his mate is carrying his scent at every given moment.
FIN.