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Namjoon had spent his entire life searching for belonging. Somehow he found it, yet in his heart he still felt an absence keenly. In the dark, when no one was around to hear, he voiced the name that was seared on his soul.
Jungkook.
He had known the moment he had seen the Junior, that this was someone important. Someone that would slowly become the center of his world.
Despite the age gap and despite the lack of presentation, Namjoon never had a chance to resist the pull. He felt inexplicably drawn to Jungkook. Every time he was near him, the bland but intoxicating scent overwhelmed him.
It was instinctual, the need to bare his throat to his friend. It made no sense but it felt right.
It embarrassed him. Arousal forever resting low in his gut, his scent spiking slightly when Jungkook came close to him.
Whenever Jungkook presented, he would be an alpha. If there was anything Namjoon knew in this life, it was that Jungkook was his alpha.
Even if he never presented, Namjoon would drop to his knees and present his throat. He knew the man like he knew himself.
He knew that he belonged to Jungkook.
It wasn’t something he had thought he would know. He had heard stories as a child, where people imprinted on their first meeting. He had just thought it was fairytales.
Until Jungkook had walked into his life and shattered everything he had thought he’d known.
It saddened him to see that Jungkook was unhappy. It made him want to wrap himself around his friend and never let him go.
But every time he tried, hesitation made his bones grow heavier and his hands tremble. He was so afraid of Jungkook, of not being able to help him that he hid.
Yoongi’s presence in his life acted as a balm to an open festering wound. His love was bleeding from his chest for the world to see, but his soul remained unclaimed.
It was an ache that haunted him day and night. There was no cure for the longing he felt, his fingers cold where Jungkook’s should be.
His heats were the hardest. Sometimes he tried to do it on his own, but he felt so alone and unwanted. He would bury his head into his nest, filled with stolen items and cry out for Jungkook.
The heat in his belly burning all inhibition away, as his heart threatened to claw its way out of his chest.
He hated spending his heats alone, but having someone that was not Jungkook in his nest felt wrong. As if he was betraying his other half by letting someone else help him.
It was a complicated mess but Namjoon would not change it for the world.
Someday, Jungkook would come to claim him - one way or another, and Namjoon would be waiting. He would wait until the end of time, in this life and the next.