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yoongi loves silence.
some may think it’s odd, considering his literal career is based around producing music a.k.a. making noise, but yoongi thinks silence is even more rewarding because of his job.
because to yoongi, there is no such thing as true silence.
how can there be true silence when his mate is jeon jungkook?
before jungkook, yoongi lived in a constant state of sound stimulation.
the honks of angry cars outside his run-down apartment, the throbbing edm played by his neighbors at two in the morning, the bustle on the streets as he walked to work, the chatter in the lunchroom during his very few breaks as an intern, the screeches of every idol trainee put into the recording booth, the yelling of management at those subservient including yoongi himself…
…the buzzing of his phone with every frustrated text message from friends wondering why he’s skipping out on dinner again, the pitter-patter of shower droplets onto his naked back when he’s staring listlessly at the tile wall in front of him, the beeping of the microwave when his frozen dinner is finally ready, the blare of his phone when his alarm tells him to do it all over again—
it was a lot.
but then, beautiful breezy bubbly jungkook came into his life.
(“yoongi-ssi, this is jeon jungkook. he will be interning with us for a year, and will be under your care.” / “nice to meet you, pd-nim. please take care of me.” / “…oh, wow.” / “pd-nim?” / “oh, um, yes. nice to meet you too. welcome.” / “thank you. i’m honored to work with the great producer suga. i will do my best.” / “i… you will. you will.”
“jungkook-ah, what was that?” / “oh, i’m sorry, pd-nim. i was just thinking of some options for the melody.” / “no, not…. your voice. your voice. you sing.” / “oh, yes. i do. i don’t have any formal training, but i—“ / “it’s beautiful. you’re beautiful.” / “…um, thank you.” / “you’re… ahhh.” / “pd-nim, um, your scent is…” / “sorry. just… it’s a lot.” / “i apologize, i didn’t mean—“ / “you’re a lot, jungkook-ah. you call me pd-nim, you look at me with those eyes, you create magic with those fingers, and you sing my songs. you’re a lot.” / “…” / “it’s not enough though. it’s not enough.” / “y-yoong—“ / “hyung.” / “i… yoongi-hyung?” / “damn it. go out with me. go out with me, jungkook.”
“alpha~” / “damn you, little omega.” / “hyung, more. i need more. pleaseeeee.” / “shh. you’ll take what i give you. you’ll take it all.”
“you’re the prettiest, jungkookie.” / “hyung, oh my god, stop being mushy and go to sleep.” / “mm. wanna mate. want pups. want you.” / “oh god, this hyung.” / “your scent tells me you love me.” / “you already know i love you.” / “mm. and i love you, omega.”)
with jungkook in his life, yoongi learns the difference between silence and peace for the very first time.
peace is when he enters their small, tidy apartment and he hears jungkook humming in the kitchen while looking over a pan of kimchi fried rice. peace is when kakao talk chirps with a message from jungkook for yoongi to meet him at their favorite samgyeopsal place after he gets out of the studio. peace is when jungkook turns up the volume to spider man: homecoming because their tv needs replacing but not just yet.
and silence? well…
silence is when the ac blows cool air into their bedroom, circulating their scents of spicy cinnamon and sweet caramel until its a combined ball of heaven wafting under yoongi’s nose. silence is when jungkook snuggles into his chest, despite being the bigger of the two, and yoongi’s breath catches in the way only jungkook can cause. silence is when yoongi watches jungkook read a book when he looks over from making dakgalbi, watches his furrow his brows and flip the page and then meet his gaze with a wink.
silence and peace are jungkook.
but only until jungkook comes home with news for the two of them.
“alpha… i’m pregnant.”
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after that, jungkook is the furthest thing from peace and silence.
“h-h-h-hyuuuuuuunggggggg!!!” jungkook wails, beating his tiny fists against yoongi’s chest. “everything sucks!”
if this was the first week of jungkook’s pregnancy, yoongi would be freaking out. he would be doubting his status as an alpha, he would be doubting his and jungkook’s decision to mate. hell, he would doubt his own existence.
but this isn’t the first week of jungkook’s pregnancy. nor the second. nor the third.
it is the twenty-eighth.
“shhhh.” yoongi wraps his arms around his beloved’s waist, tilts his neck so jungkook can suckle on his mating mark, painful as it is. at least his alpha was happy. “come now, what’s the matter? can alpha fix it?”
“i don’t know,” jungkook whines, digging his nose into yoongi’s scent gland, sniffing so voraciously that yoongi feels his alpha shudder in satisfaction. nothing like making your omega comfortable.
yoongi chuckles when jungkook pulls incessantly on his shirt. “okay, pup, just a sec.”
“sex?”
“no, a sec. a second.”
“dumb alpha.”
“yes, dumbest alpha.”
“yes.”
yoongi chuckles again. he pulls his shirt off, sits back onto the couch and only feels his heart stop a little when jungkook jumps, literally jumps, onto his lap and delve back into his neck. “okay, what’s wrong? alpha will fix it.”
jungkook is too busy unashamedly rubbing his swollen belly and scenting yoongi like he’s never done before.
“baby?”
“grr.”
“okay, when you’re done.”
when jungkook is done thoroughly covering yoongi in luscious caramel, he picks up yoongi’s hands and carefully places the palms against the skin of his tummy. yoongi’s breathing hitches when he feels a gentle thud.
“pup,” he says simply, voice hoarse.
“pup,” jungkook agrees, finally smiling a little.
there’s still some teardrops disgracing jungkook’s gorgeous eyes, and yoongi vows to get rid of them.
“what do you and pup need? tell me,” he urges. “i’ll fix it.”
jungkook sighs. “it’s… stupid.”
“no, it’s not.” yoongi picks up one hand off jungkook’s stomach and runs it through his baby’s hair, revelling in feel of silk between his fingers. “it made you upset. if you and pup need something, and you can’t get it, my job is to make sure you both get what you deserve.”
jungkook raises a brow. “what if i don’t deserve it?”
yoongi smirks. “not possible.”
“why?”
“because, my love. you deserve the world.”
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it takes yoongi two hours to get home. an hour drive to the expensive, far away grocery store carrying jungkook’s favorite brand of milk, fifteen minutes battling the maze of aisles until he could find the dairy section, and a forty-five minutes spent speeding home because jungkook sent him a crying emoji with the message ‘i miss you.’
yoongi pours his kookie two glasses, because carrying for two means double the nutrition, namjoon, don’t look at me with your stupid doctor glasses and doctor white coat.
jungkook makes yoongi sit on the couch first again so he can drink his milk on his alpha’s lap. as he sips happily at the drink, as his omega giggles happily at the jokes spoken by mushu in disney’s animated mulan, yoongi smiles, sated and content.
with the arrival of their pup, his need for silence may be put on hold.
but you know what?
(“i love you, pup. i can’t wait for you to meet your appas. don’t tell kookie, but i’m gonna get you a pet. you like kittens, right?”)
he wouldn’t exchange this peace for all the silence in the world.
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