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A trip to the Bahamas. Who hasn’t dreamed about taking some vacations in an idyllic paradise? The Bangtan boys certainly have and today they are going to make that dream come true. After months of longing for some time off and a place to relax, the much-anticipated trip is here. The idol life isn’t for everyone, that much is clear. Sometimes, they don’t even think it’s for themselves either. Bodies are delicate and if they aren’t taken good care of, it’s easy to fall ill and complicate things even more. That is why they decided to interrupt their hectic schedules for a while and travel to the very same paradise, somewhere quiet and where they could give their bodies a break under the warm rays of the tropical sun.
After a long flight where most of them sleep like babies, they finally land at the dreamy destination. They take several cabs to their hotel and check in once they all arrive. The distribution of the rooms has been planned for weeks. It follows their status order, meaning that Namjoon and Yoongi are sharing one room as alphas, Jimin and Hoseok another one as omegas, and Jungkook is paired up with Taehyung, because even if the youngest is an alpha, Taehyung is a beta and there is little to no risk if they room together. Lastly, Seokjin as the last omega left, and a lucky bastard, has a whole room for himself.
The salty smell in the air runs shivers down their spines, thrilling them and waking them up from the daze state the flight has left them in. In little to no time, they leave their luggage in their rooms, put on some swimming trunks, grab towels and a bottle of sunscreen for them all to share, and make their way to the white sand beach in front of the hotel.
“The last one pays for the piña coladas,” Hoseok says and sprints off, Jungkook and Taehyung following right behind, laughing as they nudge each other, their legs trying to throw the other one off balance so they lose the bet.
They all end up running because the pale sand is hot and they realise they are going to burn their feet if they don’t move their asses. It’s Jimin who comes last and has to pay for their drinks because somehow he managed to trip with his own feet, howling in pain as the scorching sand met his palms and knees, while the vibration of his friends' laughs was heard in the distance.
The young men start feeling the soothing calmness of the beach like gentle waves washing the tension off of their stiff muscles. They find themselves completely at ease in the shade of the beach bar and with piña coladas in hand, delighted with the crystalline water of the sea in front of them and the honking of the seagulls that fly around. It’s rather hot, to the point that their bodies start sweating eventually and Yoongi complains, disgusted by the stickiness of his armpits, but it doesn’t matter because they get in the water as soon as they finish their drinks.
The sea is calm, the gentle sway of waves brush the shore and make the group of boys shiver at first but enjoy the lukewarm temperature later. They jump around having a blast, carefree and joyful, splashing water to each other and staring at the little fish near the bottom. Namjoon and Jungkook, as alphas, play a little more roughly, not caring about scratching their skin as they try to duck each other under the water, laughing and swallowing a lot in the process. Yoongi is the only alpha that takes a chiller approach, floating on his back and submerging his ears to the tranquility sounds of the sea underwater. Taehyung and Seokjin race each other as they swim butterfly style in a silly attempt to determine who is stronger, while Hoseok and Jimin gossip and climb onto each other’s shoulders to jump head first into the sea. There are seven smiles plastered on their faces and for the first time in months, they are at peace.
“Is there a toilet facility or something here?” Yoongi asks. An uncomfortable grimace covers his face as he examines the beach from end to end with some difficulty since they have moved away from the shore and he needs to stand on his tiptoes to get his chin out of the water.
“No. You have to go back to the hotel if you want to use the bathroom,” Namjoon replies, swimming closer to him.
Yoongi groans, shaking his head in agony. “I don’t want to go all the way there, but I’m peeing so bad.”
“Just pee in the water, hyung. We’ll move away so we don’t feel the warmth,” Jungkook offers with a smug grin, already putting some distance between them.
“I’M NOT GOING TO PEE IN THE SEA! That’s so unhygienic!” Yoongi complains, staring at the younger agape and with his eyes wide, as if he had gone insane.
“Well, I did,” Taehyung comments, unperturbed, wiping his dripping fringe off his eyes.
“Me too,” Hoseok says, carrying Jimin on his back and stepping closer to the group who is slowly forming a circle.
“Same,” Namjoon mumbles.
“Did you all piss while we were next to you?” Yoongi exclaims in astonishment, staring at them all alarmed and repulsed. “I PROBABLY SWALLOWED IT WHEN JUNGKOOKIE TRIED TO DROWN ME! I’VE BEEN COUGHING FOR THE PAST FIVE MINUTES!”
Seokjin and Jimin laugh openly at the alpha’s discomfort, not caring that Yoongi is gagging in agony at the thought of having touched their pee.
“Hyung, everyone does it,” Hoseok comments, covering his mouth as his lips curl up and a peal of giggles threaten to come out because Yoongi is just too funny and cute when he gets mad, but he doesn’t want to offend the alpha by laughing in his face, like the other two omegas.
“Fish pee and poop in the water and it has lots of nutrients. Your pee shouldn’t make a difference, Yoongi-ah,” Seokjin mentions, bringing the wisdom to the argument.
“I don’t care. I’m not peeing in the sea. That’s disgusting!” Yoongi huffs looking away and wrinkling his nose.
“Then let your bladder burst,” Jimin deadpans with a sneer, earning a scoff from Yoongi. He really can be a stubborn alpha and it gets Jimin on his nerves sometimes.
The mood loosens up because some of them keep on laughing, amused because it’s one of those times when Yoongi resembles Grumpy from Snow White and it’s just adorable.
“I think we should get going anyways,” Namjoon clears his throat, looking at his waterproof watch. “The buffet opens in half an hour and we still have to shower.”
The rest of the group agrees eagerly at the mention of food, dropping the topic and focusing on how famished they suddenly are. They step out of the water, Yoongi with special urgency, and grab their belongings, making sure they don’t leave anything behind.
Seven pairs of feet move together in unison and with determination through the hotel. The sound of flip flops echoes around the empty halls that are decorated with a couple of mirrors and a few plants and that Namjoon checks out in a hurry but with interest. They make their way to the couple of elevators, empty stomachs roaring as they wait impatiently in the lobby. When one of them arrives, all of them rush to hop into it while Hoseok complains about how sticky he is because of the salty water. Apparently, he can’t stand the texture of his hair any longer, so he begs Jimin to let him be the first one to shower. The younger omega agrees with disinterest, embracing himself with a faint frown as the doors close.
They haven’t made it to the fourth floor yet when the elevator makes an odd shrill noise and the cabin shakes lightly. The lights dim for a second and it stops moving abruptly, jolting the people inside. Some yell, some freeze and others freak out.
“Oh no,” Yoongi cries, palms trying to grip the doors that have let them in mere seconds before but that are currently trapping them in. “Oh no, no, no, no, no!”
“You sound like a meme, hyung,” Jungkook mutters, lips curling.
The musical sound of his unperturbed giggles distresses Yoongi even more because Jungkook behaves as if they aren’t stuck in a freaking elevator, for fuck sake!
“You must be joking,” Hoseok says under his breath, staring at the doors petrified, and Jimin’s eyes widen in shock.
“I need to piss!” Yoongi shouts in desperation at the doors, as if they would magically open to comply with his needs.
“Please, tell me one of you pressed the stop button because he’s an idiot and we’re not actually trapped here,” Seokjin mumbles, cracking his knuckles in a worried manner. A round of stuttering no’s and panicked heads shaking is the answer he gets.
Anguish grows among the young men and the cabin revolves into chaos in the blink of an eye. Using their lungs at full capacity, they scream for help, voices cracking, using the few English words they know, although some of them don’t even bother and plainly throw Korean sentences at the highest volume they can muster. Their faces are flushed, from the anxiety and probably because they burnt their cheeks under the searing sun. They complain and wonder with consternation what the hell has happened. Nothing assures them that they are free from danger, fearing that the elevator might free fall at any minute.
“Someone open this fucking door!” Yoongi howls all of a sudden, bagging his fists hard on the metal surface, enraged, causing the elevator to make some odd noise again. At the speed of light, two pairs of hands come to grab his arms in a desperate attempt to prevent him from making things worse.
“Stop it, hyung!” Jungkook exclaims, now being his time to look at the elder as if he was the one insane.
“YAH! You could break it you idiot!” Seokjin scolds him with an agitated tone.
“Guys. GUYS!” Taehyung yells with a granting voice that arises from his very soul. He makes wild gesticulations so as to draw everyone’s attention, but it’s his shallow breathing what makes his friends turn their heads towards him. “I’m claustrophobic!” He screams as if the others were finding out about this now. “Get me out of here or I will DIE!”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Yoongi squeezes his eyes and exhales a shaky breath. “You came all the way here on a plane!”
“I took a handful of pills mixed with a glass of wine to make the trip bearable. Now I’m as clean as someone who just got out of rehab!” Taehyung shouts, clasping his hands over his head, the vein on his neck about to pop out from the tension he is feeling.
“Tae, calm down. Everything is gonna be okay. You can do this,” sweet Jimin smiles encouragingly at him, brushing his arm with affection.
“Of course he can! Just close your eyes and picture yourself somewhere else,” Yoongi mumbles at the beta, too fixed in his own problems to see beyond that. It is likely that the pressure on his bladder was numbing his other senses, but the comment only seems to irritate Taehyung more.
“Then you just close your dick and stop banging on the door like an insufferable madman. You are going to kill us all!”
Yoongi blinks in astonishment at the younger’s audacity, gaze fixed on him and mouth agape. The alpha tends toward the dramatics when someone is blunt with him, and that someone is usually Taehyung or Jimin.
“Don't look at me like that,” Taehyung says moving his shoulder in cold indifference. “Worst case scenario, you can pee in your pants.”
“Are you listening to yourself?!” Yoongi argues, scandalised.
“I'm just saying there's a solution! I have bigger problems.”
“This is hell,” Yoongi grunts but steps closer to his worried friend and holds his hand, squeezing it a little with a shy smile to reassure him. “Don’t freak out, please. I know you, and I know you can do this.”
Taehyung exhales hard, nodding slowly and leaning on Yoongi, letting him comfort him with his slender hands. He will never admit it because his status is higher and Taehyung doesn’t want to look submissive in front of an alpha, but he enjoys it when Yoongi babies him.
“I’m okay for now,” he says looking down, paying attention to his breathing and making sure that he doesn’t start hyperventilating. “I just wanted to let it out, I guess.”
“We got you, Taehyungie,” Seokjin says, holding his other hand and earning a little smile in return. Oh, how he loves pretending to be the youngest.
“Sorry to interrupt, it’s all really sweet, but what the hell are we actually going to do!?” Hoseok cries out in anguish, matching the desperation in Yoongi’s previous actions.
“Well, um, why don’t we press the emergency button?” Namjoon suggests with his soothing alpha voice after a long moment of pure and disturbing silence.
He doesn’t want to upset anyone, but he can’t fucking believe that none of these dumb fucks considered the only logical option. They surely aren’t that thick . However, the look of glee and awe on their faces, as if our lord and saviour Jesus Christ himself had come to save them, shows otherwise. It seems that Namjoon holds their fellow group members in way too high esteem.
Groups tend to have two leaders, the one regarding the musical aspect of the band and the alpha one that leads them as a wolfish pack. The media expected Namjoon to play both roles, but the truth is that there isn’t an alpha leader in Bangtan. None of the alphas like bossing anyone around, much less their dear friends. They all listen to each other and respect everyone, whatever their status, so they have never had a problem.
However, since Namjoon is already the leader of the band, he tends to end up in charge of that role even in their private lives. The rest of the boys just have a natural tendency of relying on him the most. It’s such a relief to know that Namjoon always has an ace up his sleeve; even in the times when he doesn’t, he has learned to play it cool when things go wrong so the other members don’t worry. Therefore, when the young men realise not all hope is lost, the responsibility of pressing the button and doing the talking in English relies on their leader, obviously.
Namjoon sighs but does as he is told, as if he was the responsible adult of the group. As if Seokjin didn’t exist. It doesn’t take long for a technician to answer the call and they all collectively exhale the breaths they were holding, even if uncertainty still hangs in the air like fog waiting to be dissipated. Hoseok still mumbles to himself, unsure, while Taehyung curls up in one of the corners. The only one who seems to be unaffected is Jungkook who, with droopy eyelids, looks more bored than anything.
Namjoon finishes the call with a quick thank you and the call ends. Scratching his nape, he turns to the boys who all tilt their heads with hopeful eyes, waiting for some reassuring news.
“Okay, they are informed and there is already someone on their way to help us.”
They erupt in cheers, clapping and smiling while congratulating each other as if they had done something to help. The favorable part is that they don’t look worried anymore.
“So why did the elevator stop?” Hoseok asks, waiting for a more thorough explanation, but Namjoon only shrugs.
“Apparently it’s not the first time that this has happened.”
“How long exactly are they going to take?” Seokjin mumbles some time after with crossed arms.
Namjoon scratches his nape once again, definitely not looking as peaceful as he sounds. “They didn’t say.”
“Great,” Yoongi murmurs and mimics Seokjin’s pose, shutting his eyes and praying that technical support in the Bahamas is faster than Usain Bolt.
The young men lean against the walls of the elevator, words floating in the limited room of the cabin as they chat in a laid-back way to kill the time, discussing their plans for later that day. Oddly enough, no one mentions the food they should have been eating at this very moment. Even if Jungkook’s stomach roars a couple of times, the boy hardly notices as he recounts Seokjin his progress in the game he was playing during the flight, everyone else paying attention to the entertaining update.
Ten minutes later, none of them looks nervous anymore. Not even Taehyung, who seems to have found peace within himself squatting down with his eyes tightly shut. The most impatient one, for obvious reasons, is Yoongi, who sniffs the metal doors every once in a while in an attempt to detect if someone has already arrived at the other side, but he remains silent as no one comes close to the broken elevator. Some muffled whines are heard every time this happens, although Yoongi tries to pass them off as coughing fits.
They have been in comfortable silence for the last couple of minutes when a sudden and strong scent hits their nostrils. Everyone’s red alerts go off; their eyes snap and their nostrils spread. A very specific wave of pheromones that shouldn’t be hanging in the air at this moment circulates around the narrow cabin. The inconvenient scent of an omega in heat. It’s Jimin who notices it first, basically because it’s happening to him.
Ever since they got trapped, Jimin could feel sweat roll down his neck, his body hot and clammy, but he blamed it on the enclosed space and the humid weather. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the summer warmth, it’s his own body who is increasing its temperature. He doesn’t know what might have triggered it because he surely wasn’t expecting his heat any time soon, but he can certainly feel slick gathering in between his legs, ready to come out any time. He squeezes his cheeks, mortified as he tries to keep it all in, but what he can’t conceal are the aroused pheromones that his glands so kindly release.
Prompt like lightning, all eyes turn to him looking as panicked as he feels, especially the alphas, who unavoidably return the desire that Jimin is displaying.
Now, here’s the thing, alphas and omegas have their sense of smell amplified, letting them detect other people’s pheromones easily, while betas are not even capable of telling an alpha and an omega apart. They are oblivious to everything, unfortunately and luckily, depending on your perspective, but meaning that the only one right now who doesn’t notice the massive problem at hand, is Taehyung.
“Everyone stay calm,” Namjoon murmurs slowly, his gaze not leaving Jimin and his hearing sharpened to pay attention to every single movement around him.
“We've been calm for the past ten minutes, hyung,” Taehyung says ruffling his hair, cluelessly.
“Shit,” Jimin murmurs, voice cracking and eyes moist. “I’m so sorry.”
“What are you talking about, Jiminie?” Taehyung mumbles, frowning drastically in confusion. “This wasn’t your fault! The building seemed pretty old anyways. I don’t know who picked this shitty hotel. It’s not like we are poor.”
“It was actually Seokjin-hyung. He thought it was classy,” Hoseok comments while Taehyung stares at him with his mouth hanging open.
“So this is all-”
“I would avoid blaming it all on me when I suggested going to Canada in the first place,” Seokjin declares, raising his index finger ready to scold anyone who comes at him. “If you all would have listened to me , we wouldn’t be in this situation.”
“This is too much. Too suffocating,” Jungkook murmurs anxiously, twisting his neck, as if trying to breathe where Jimin's pheromones haven't reached.
Namjoon bites his lips, sensing that the situation will only get worse and they don’t have a way out.
“Hyung, what about you?” he asks, addressing Yoongi, concern written all over his features.
“Well, I still need to piss and on top of that I’m literally choking on the air I breathe. I’ve had better moments,” he growls with a distressed undertone, gazing momentarily at Jimin.
“Oh God, hyung. You can’t be more dramatic, can you? I’m the claustrophobic one here!” Taehyung complains with a scowl, even if no one is paying attention to him. The beta just keeps murmuring to himself as panic raises among the others.
“Guys, you can scent me if you want,” Hoseok kindly offers at the sigh of the alphas in pain.
“That wouldn't do much, though. His scent will grow stronger anyways,” Namjoon replies, checking on Jimin who started to bend down bracing his tummy, uncomfortable.
“I’M IN!” Jungkook exclaims, rushing to the omega and attaching to his chest, nose pressing against his scent glands.
“Yoongi, come here,” Seokjin offers with open arms, inviting the alpha.
“Tae, embrace Jiminie, will you?” Hoseok adds, holding Jungkook close to him, hands getting stuck in his tangled salty hair as he caresses his head.
“What?” Taehyung looks up, rather confused. He stands up as he finally takes in all the commotion in front of him, catching Jimin who comes running into his arms. “What’s going on?”
“Ah, shit,” Jimin whines and everyone in the room smells the lascivious scent of slick oozing out of him.
“HOW THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING SO FAST?” Yoongi cries out desperately, clinging onto Seokjin’s wide shoulders as if his life depended on it, nose pressed against the crease of his neck.
“What’s happening?” Taehyung repeats, getting dizzy as his eyes go crazy travelling from one of his friends to another, looking for answers.
“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook complains pushing his nose hard against Hoseok’s glands as the waves of pheromones coming out of Jimin hit harder than before due to the slick being released.
Namjoon even covers his nose with his shirt, grimacing. “Damn it.”
Everyone can smell Jimin’s arousal from miles away; everyone except the beta, who drops his head as he speculates about what could be going on until something catches his attention.
“Wow, hyung. Did you actually pee your pants?” Taehyung exclaims with a disgusted expression, staring at the floor where a little puddle lays.
“That’s not pee, you idiot. That's SLICK!” Yoongi mumbles, rolling his eyes.
“What? No...” Taehyung whispers in disbelief, glaring at the little body in his arms, realisation hitting him like a truck. “NOW?” He yells, utterly astonished.
Jimin nods embarrassed, avoiding his gaze and holding his stomach, which aches like crazy. Taehyung starts pounding the elevator door, mimicking Yoongi’s actions that he so complained about earlier. This time no one seems to care, too panicked and concerned to stop the freaked out beta.
“This is like a vile nightmare,” Jungkook mumbles, clearly conflicted.
“Well, I'm not having the time of my life either!” Jimin replies, tired of everyone’s shit when it’s him who has the problem and is actually suffering. “I can't even jerk off here.”
“DON’T YOU EVEN DARE!” Seokjin threatens, eyes wide and brows raised to his scalp, bewildered.
“Good God!” Yoongi whines, grabbing Seokjin closer. The mere thought of Jimin doing that sends a shiver down his spine. “I think I'm gonna end up pissing my pants.”
“At least you are not hard ,” Jungkook remarks, bringing inevitably everyone’s attention to the growing bulge in his swim trunks.
“YAH! JUNGKOOKIE!” Seokjin cries out, embarrassment painting his ears red as he looks away.
“I didn’t ask for this, okay? Hyung’s scent is too alluring!” Jungkook whines, annoyed at his own body’s response.
The truth is that the youngest seems a bit delirious; pupils dilated, nostrils stretched to welcome in the sweet aroma of Jimin’s arousal. All of him is ready to take , and it’s kind of embarrassing, even if he doesn’t tend to be ashamed of his irrational needs.
“We can take care of that later,” Hoseok suggests, pating Jungkook’s hair in a soothing way. The younger gazes down at him appreciative with a puppy look, scenting again from the omega’s glands with all his might, trying to get as much of Hoseok in his system so when Jimin’s scent tries to enter him, it finds that there is no space left.
“Jesus Christ,” Taehyung cries, turning around in an attempt to avoid watching that disturbing interaction.
Yoongi, who was staring at his two friends embracing, looks up at Seokjin with a deep frown, somewhat expectant. “You could be just as much of a gentleman.”
Seokjin raises a playful eyebrow, looking at him with the unmistakable trace of a smirk brushing his lips. “Do you want me to or what?”
“I’m literally getting high on your scent as we speak so I don't rut into poor Jiminie. I think it would be nice of you just to offer , at least.”
Seokjin chuckles, smile fond as he brings Yoongi closer to him, whispering a promising we’ll see .
“Great. I'll take care of myself. Cheers, guys,” Namjoon lets out a bit gruffly, biting his nails and crossing his arms, leaning on one of the corners all alone.
“Stop whining and take one for the pack. You could take care of Jimin-hyung and save us all from this awkward situation,” Jungkook suggests frantically, but Namjoon shakes his head, uncertain.
“Heat is something quite intimate, I wouldn’t want to-”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” Taehyung barks as threateningly as he can. Which is not much.
“I’m taking care of Jiminie! I’m his soulmate !” Jimin looks up at him from his strong embrace, drops of sweat sliding down his wet bangs as big and teary eyes soften around the creases at his friends' words. The traces of a sad smile expand over his features.
“I’m not sure if a beta is going to be enough this time, Tae,” he speaks every word with pain in his chest as he stares at Taehyung’s absorbing dark orbs.
“Are you seriously considering doing this with Namjoon-hyung?” Taehyung murmurs, eyes large and questioning.
Jimin’s gaze drops to where their chests meet, fidgeting with the towel he was carrying. He knows Taehyung would give him the universe if he asked him for it, because he has the biggest heart Jimin has ever seen. He always treats him with such gentleness that Jimin believes he might have helped to save the world in another life to deserve someone as caring as him. But at the moment, things are way too complicated.
“What if they don't get us out of here any time soon?” Jimin whispers, concerned and scared. “What am I going to do?” He whimpers as the heat gets worse and his temperature rises, just like his arousal.
“That’s not a situation I'm contemplating, if I’m honest,” Yoongi deadpans, sweat rolling down his forehead like the omega’s, dampening Seokjin’s white shirt where he’s pressed against him.
Jimin doesn’t find it in himself to be positive at the moment, too scared and embarrassed of what could happen in front of his fellow members, fearing that an alpha is the only thing that could make his insufferable desire stop as fast as possible. “What if I need Namjoon-hyung to fu-”
“NO WAY!” Jungkook barks before he even finishes the sentence, teeth showing in a much more threatening way than Taehyung, since alpha’s canines are sharper to be able to bite into his partner’s skin when they mate.
“I’m gonna faint,” Taehyung mumbles, overwhelmed.
“Do you realise how violent that would be to watch for us alphas?” Jungkook keeps on saying, angry gaze fixed on Namjoon. “You two fucking shamelessly while your aroused pheromones run wild around this narrow space?”
“Yeah, not even us omegas would be able to ignore that,” Hoseok adds, feeling kind of weird at the thought of it.
“WHY ARE WE EVEN DISCUSSING THIS?” Seokjin cries out at last, absolutely losing his mind over the images that are now stuck in his head, holding Yoongi firmly, pressing him even harder against his broad chest. “Namjoon-ah is not gonna fuck Jiminie in front of anyone!”
“It’s easier said than done, hyung,” Jimin grips Taehyung’s waist, trying to hide, cheeks blushed and tears running down his face.
“Jiminie, we know but-”
A blaring thud startles them. They gasp at the unexpected noise and freeze in place. Everyone looks around, losing track of the conversation as the elevator starts creaking and their panic rises once again. After a loud crack , a ray of sunlight slips in as a strong pair of gloved hands firmly hold the metal doors, working on swinging the halves apart.
“Hallelujah!” Hoseok cries out, thinking he could tear up out of pure joy.
“GET ME OUT!” Jungkook and Taehyung scream at the same time, approaching the door in a hurry, as they are told by the technician to wait still.
The sound of Seokjin’s laughter fills the room, eyes turning into little crescents that sparkle in exhilaration, finding the situation amusing now that it is finally over.
“I told you no one was fucking anyone!” Seokjin shouts excited, as the technician at the door stops dead in his tracks to send him a worried look. Apparently, they were destined to find one of the few asian people in all of the Bahamas that spoke Korean. It was reassuring to run into compatriots in unexpected places, but right now it was just very inconvenient.
The cabin grows quiet as the air is heavy with embarrassment after Seokjin’s impromptu and detailed delivery of words. One could think the situation couldn’t get any more awkward but suddenly, Seokjin’s smile seems to drop in slow motion as he feels something wet and warm run down his leg, Yoongi’s face reddening each passing second as relief and bliss wash over his features.
“Yoongi-ah. Did you just piss on my leg like a freaking dog?” Seokjin states very calmly but with an unsettling undertone. Everyone stands there, holding their breaths as they watch the scene unfold in front of them. Yoongi whines.
“I'm sorry.”
It’s quiet for a moment. No one dares to break the silence, expectant, afraid of Seokjin’s reaction, which could go from comforting his beloved Yoongi to snap big time. It’s the latter he goes for.
“Let me get the fuck OUT. I’m DONE with you all!” Seokjin hisses, breaking through and being the first one to step out through the gap the technician has opened, thanking him for his help, cheeks red with embarrassment. The way the man looked at him will hunt him forever. Yoongi’s piss on his leg too.
“Hyung, wait!” Yoongi shouts, running pitifully behind him with the tail between his legs, as one would say, and a massive wet spot on his crotch, following the alluring scent he has been getting high off of for the past minutes. “What about what we talked about?!”
Namjoon sighs as the technician goes back to work and opens the gap wider for them all to get through more easily.
“Jimin-ah, are you okay?” Namjoon asks with the gentlest of voices. No one would think he was an alpha stepping closer to an omega in heat with that self control. It was impressive.
“I’m fine, hyung. Don’t worry,” Jimin replies with a languid smile. “I’m just glad this is over.”
“Good, because I was wondering that if you-”
“NO!” Taehyung interferes, still holding Jimin against his chest, this time as if hiding him from Namjoon. “You stay away from him! I’m taking care of him,” Taehyung stubbornly insists, and Namjoon knows it is a lost battle as Taehyung takes Jimin’s head lovingly in his hands. “I can do it, Jiminie. Let me help you with this,” Taehyung asks, maybe not as gently as Namjoon, perhaps a little bit impatient, but just as honest.
Jimin smiles from ear to ear, more at ease now that they can get out and get fresh air to clear up his judgement; and because that’s his best friend right there, the one he adores with every cell of his body, and everyone knows Jimin would trust him with his life.
“Of course, Tae.”
The beta nods, lips curving into a shy smile as he lets Jimin take his hand. Taehyung might not be an alpha but he can get jealous of people being too close to Jimin; it’s not a toxic type of jealousy, but he would get grumpy and nothing would please him until Jimin pays attention to him again, which is a Taehyung no one wants to deal with. However, Namjoon also knows about the strong bond he shares with Jimin and how much he cares about him. The omega seems calmer now and since he doesn’t object to the beta helping him, Namjoon takes a step back. In all honesty, he didn’t offer himself to help Jimin in the first place; he would have been honoured to do it, but his inner alpha wasn’t raging about it exactly, like Jungkook. It makes him happy to see that his fellow members have each other’s backs and that there is always someone willing to help.
“Okay,” Namjoon says, defeated. “If you guys need me, you know where to find me.”
Jimin shares with him a thankful look that is full of fondness for their leader, because Namjoon has a way of making people feel at home, even if they are thousands of miles away from it. Taehyung carefully puts the towel Jimin carried around his tiny waist so he doesn’t have to walk around pathetically with a wet spot on his clothes, like Yoongi so shamelessly did because he was desperate for a dick. Well, more than a dick, an asshole, he would assume. Ridiculous, if they asked Taehyung.
Just like that, the three of them take off to their respective rooms, everyone forgetting about the buffet since there are more important, and hornier , matters at hand now. They can always order room service anyways.
The beta technician looks with a crinkled nose inside the elevator, spotting two puddles on the floor that he would rather not ask the two men left behind about. They seem too busy with one another.
“My room or yours?” Jungkook asks, rushing his words with enthusiasm, arching his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yours,” Hoseok smirks and they both sprint upstairs like children eager to arrive at the playground.