Chapter Text
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Inside me, something seethes.
Inside me, some feral animal claws at my ribcage,
trapped.
- Molly McCully Brown, Places I've Taken My Body: Essays.
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Jungkook still remembers the day everything changed.
It had been during the time of the year when the air begins to cool, signifying the change of seasons. There’s a bite to the air now, it stings against their skin in the early morning. Regardless of the dropping temperatures, Jungkook still always feels too hot. His skin prickles uncomfortably, a growing itch just below the surface that he can't seem to scratch.
No one took notice, until it was too late.
With his arms filled with firewood, Jungkook was making his way back to their pack grounds. He had wandered not too far, just outside of the main part of their small civilization, to where they keep the communal wood supply. Jungkook’s father had asked him to retrieve more wood, his mother was feeling the chill tonight, and he wanted to keep their small home warm.
Jungkook was only a few hundred feet away from the trail that would lead him back when a shiver ran down from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, bringing along with it an unbearable heat. The blood in his veins began to boil, forcing a gasp out of his lungs, and causing him to crash down to the ground.
Everyone who was there for the aftermath asked the same questions.
“How did this happen?”
“How did no one see the signs?”
“Did you not feel something was wrong?”
And Jungkook would respond the same to each of them.
“I don’t know.”
Looking back now, he can see the signs. He can see the way things spiraled out of control faster than his mind could catch up.
He found him on the ground, covered in sweat and dirt. Jungkook didn’t notice him nearing him, the wind working against him and pushing his scent away. Jungkook wonders if it would have made a difference, if he had caught his scent before he got too close, would he have had the strength to tell him to leave?
To run.
He doesn’t think so.
His scent hit him at the same time a cool hand brushed against his forehead. Jungkook hears the panicked curse whispered into the night when his own hand snaps up to wrap around their delicate wrist.
Wildflowers. Beautiful, beautiful wildflowers flood his senses. Jungkook tilts his chin up into the air, lips parting with a moan. He presses the wrist to his nose, inhaling deeply from the scent gland that hides just beneath the surface, and he feels his cock begin to fill, a fire blazing in his stomach now, desire burning him from the inside out.
“Jungkook- you- you’re going into rut. I need to call for help, I need to get someone, please let go.”
The soothing tone used to speak to him does nothing to calm him down. Jungkook can feel his alpha awakening, thrashing inside his chest, clawing against his ribs, teeth bared and ready to claim.
Mine, mine, mine.
“Take me to your home.”
He feels when the other tenses, but Jungkook doesn’t give him a chance to reply, to deny. He’s on his feet faster than the omega can react, dragging him through the slew of trees around them, avoiding taking the main paths through their village.
He doesn’t need the omega to guide him; he could find his little home blindfolded.
“Wait! Jungkook-.” There’s resistance when the omega digs his feet into the ground and tries to pull his hand from his grasp. But it’s fruitless, Jungkook’s grip is like iron, the drag marks left behind proof of his determination. “Jungkook, we can’t! Your father-.”
Jungkook stops and turns, his hands grabbing onto the omega’s hips roughly before backing him up against the trunk of the nearest tree. The omega gasps as Jungkook crowds his space, and Jungkook can see the haziness clouding his eyes when his own pheromones surround them like a thick, heavy fog. The smell is unfamiliar to Jungkook, but he knows it’s his. He can smell his own arousal, so he knows the omega can as well.
“I don’t give a fuck about what my father thinks,” Jungkook growls, and the omega whines. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Jungkook-,”
He shuts him up by crushing their lips together. The omega whines, his hands flying up to Jungkook’s chest, they ball the fabric into his small fists, and Jungkook feels dizzy with power. He’s still lucid, but he knows he won’t be for long. Their lips move urgently against each other’s, their tongues intertwining between them. It’s wet, and dirty, and Jungkook think’s he’s going to lose his fucking mind.
For both their sake, Jungkook pulls away first. The omega pants as he tilts his head back against the trunk, his eyes now hooded, his scent mingling with something new now, something Jungkook has dreamed of.
Arousal.
“Your home, Jimin. Now,” Jungkook snaps, turning away and dragging the omega along with him.
Jimin doesn’t resist this time.
The Jeon pack is a decent size. Others would say it’s one of the larger packs in the area, but Jungkook doesn’t really care about any of that. He hadn’t presented yet, so his father hadn’t felt the need to involve him in the politics of the pack quite yet.
It’s thanks to their larger population that many of the pack’s members have homes far from the main part of the village.
Jungkook knows Jimin is one of them.
The corner of Jungkook’s lip curls into a smirk when he spots the small home off in the distance between the trees, the familiar structure engraved into his mind, he recognizes it even through the dark. They crash through the door, and Jimin lets out a small noise of protest that Jungkook ignores as he turns to slam it shut and locks it.
Jimin’s heavy breathing fills the silence, and it ignites something primal inside of Jungkook like nothing he’s ever felt before. His alpha is still thrashing, his cock still heavy and full in his pants. The heat is building more and more, and he knows its going to take control soon.
“Jungkook, let’s get you to the healer, we can’t do this, your father-,”
Jungkook moves before he can even try to stop himself. In an instant, Jimin is in his arms, his legs draped over the bend of Jungkook’s elbows, spread open with Jungkook pressing his hips up into Jimin’s exposed crotch where he can feel Jimin hardening. The smell of his slick is faint, but Jungkook still catches it and it takes everything in him to not take Jimin right there. Jimin gasps when Jungkook slams him back against the wall, their lips crashing together once again.
Jungkook wants to devour him. That much is apparent in the way he bites and tugs Jimin’s lips with his teeth, in the way he runs his tongue hungerly against them before dipping into his mouth, swallowing down every little sound that crawls out of his throat.
Jimin melts against him, Jungkook can feel the tension leaving his body the longer they kiss, and once Jimin is putty in his hands, he pulls him away from the wall and begins making his way through the home to where he knows Jimin’s bedroom is.
Their lips don’t part, even while Jungkook pushes open Jimin’s bedroom door and walks him directly to the bed. The entire room smells like Jimin, his floral scent covering every square inch of the room, and the little restraint left inside Jungkook snaps.
“This is your only chance, Jimin,” Jungkook says as he pulls away, but he stays close enough for his lips to brush against Jimin’s when he speaks. “I’m giving you just this one opportunity. Do you want this? If you don’t, this is the only chance you get to send me away, because if you don’t right now, I’m going to stay, and I’m going to fuck you.”
Jungkook feels the shiver that runs through Jimin’s body at his words. Their eyes meet, and Jimin already looks fucked out, a bit of drool clings to the corner of his mouth and Jungkook fights the urge to lick it away.
“I want this,” Jimin declares. The lust clears from Jimin’s eyes for a moment, his gaze hardening. “But don’t you dare bite me, Jungkook.”
A low growl rumbles from deep inside Jungkook’s chest, his alpha howls in protest inside, but Jungkook shoves them aside.
“I’ll try my best.”
“I’m serious-,”
Jungkook shuts him up with another kiss.
The searing heat under his skin finally erupts and the memories turn hazy from this point on.
But Jungkook can remember certain things.
He remembers the way Jimin let out a startled shout when he ripped both their clothes off, the shredded fabric thrown around the room in Jungkook’s desperate need to make Jimin his. He remembers the moment he tasted Jimin’s slick, how the taste of it coated his tongue and how it felt like quenching a thirst he’s had for far too long. He remembers the way Jimin clutched at his blankets desperately, trying to ground himself from the overwhelming pleasure as Jungkook just took, took and took, swallowing down every drop of slick Jimin leaked as he ate him out.
He remembers stretching him open, how he had four fingers in his tight little hole and how shortly after he added the fourth Jimin had pleaded for him to fuck him already. The sound of Jimin begging and moaning his name made his mind go blank, the voice commanding Jimin to present didn’t sound like his own, but Jimin obeyed regardless, turning to lay on his stomach and lifting his ass into the air, his back arching beautifully as he crossed his arms behind his back, letting them rest against it, one small hand wrapping around his other’s wrist.
Complete submission.
“Mine,” Jungkook growled as he went to kneel behind him, taking his cock into his hand and lining up the tip of it to his hole, his other hand gripping onto Jimin’s hip tightly to keep him still. “You’re mine, omega. You’ll always be mine.”
“Yours, alpha. I’m yours.”
Jungkook pushes himself in until his hips are flush with Jimin’s ass, and they both cry out in pleasure. Jimin’s so warm, so wet, so tight around his cock, and Jungkook’s alpha takes over, finally released from their restraints.
There’s more missing pieces. Jungkook can only recall small flashes of clarity after he had buried his knot inside Jimin, sealing his cum inside him. He remembers the way Jimin had pressed kisses onto any place he could reach, brushing Jungkook’s sweaty bangs from his face, and getting him to drink water when he could.
He also remembers the moment they had been discovered. It hadn’t been long since they began, Jungkook was entirely lost to his rut, but he had enough clarity to hear when Jimin’s door was kicked open.
“Jungkook-,” Jimin gasps, trying to push him away, but Jungkook merely wraps his arm around Jimin’s chest, his hand coming up to wrap around his neck to hold him in place. He presses him back against his chest, reaching for one of the blankets below them to cover the lower half of Jimin’s body where they kneel in the middle of his bed.
“Let them see,” Jungkook smirks against Jimin’s ear, his cock twitching from where it’s buried inside him. He circles his hips slowly, and Jimin whines in his arms.
The door to Jimin’s bedroom slams open, and three men enter the room. Jungkook, even through the haze in his mind, recognizes them instantly. He watches as the three men look at the scene before them in horror.
“Jungkook, what have you done?” Namjoon, the one in the middle, cries out. He takes a step into the room but stops in his tracks when a low rumble can be heard coming from Jungkook’s chest.
“Leave,” Jungkook commands as he buries his nose along Jimin’s neck, drinking his scent in greedily.
“Did you bite him?” Yoongi speaks this time, taking a step into the room as well and flanking one of Namjoon’s sides.
Jungkook laughs, low, and menacingly. He peers over at the men through his lashes, sticking out his tongue to run it along Jimin’s neck, directly over where his mating mark would go. Jimin whines and Jungkook shushes him against his ear, kissing right below it after.
“Let him go, Jungkook. You have no idea the problems you’ve already caused just by fucking him! Don’t make this situation worse!” Taehyung, the third man, pushes past the other two and makes it halfway through the room before stopping when Jungkook sinks his teeth into Jimin’s neck, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to get everyone in the room to freeze in panic.
“Jungkook,” Jimin pleads. “Stay with me, baby. You know you can’t mate me. You know it can’t happen.”
Jungkook growls from the back of his throat before releasing Jimin’s neck, and everyone breathes a sigh of relief. Jungkook smirks as he tilts his head to brush his lips against the shell of Jimin’s ear.
“If I can’t have you, then no one can,” Jungkook whispers.
Jungkook sinks his teeth into Jimin’s neck, this time the taste of blood coats his tongue.
“No!” Namjoon rushes forward, but he’s stopped when Taehyung and Yoongi hook their arms with his, dragging him back. “Jungkook! You idiot!”
“Leave,” Jungkook commands once again, the bloodied smirk he throws their way filled with triumph.
Namjoon shouts more things at him, but Jungkook doesn’t hear any of it. Instead, he loses himself to the feeling of the mating bond taking effect in Jimin. He watches, fascinated as Jimin’s entire body begins to shake in his arms, shiver after shiver wracking his body. Jungkook gently turns him in his arms, Jimin’s legs now straddling his hips as he sinks him back onto his cock.
“Jungkook, what have you done?” Jimin whimpers from where his face is buried against his neck.
“You’re mine,” Jungkook says as he runs his tongue over the fresh bite, sealing the bond. Jimin shivers once again, and Jungkook slips one hand to the back of his head, gripping onto his hair and pulling his head back so Jimin is face to face with Jungkook. “Bite me back.”
“We can’t,” Jimin says, tears pooling in his eyes.
“I won’t let you go, Jimin,” Jungkook says. He grabs onto Jimin’s hips, lifting them up before slamming him back down onto his cock. Jimin’s eyes squeeze shut, his pretty lips part with a sultry moan. “I’ll keep you on my knot long after my rut ends if you don’t bite me back Jimin. I know you feel it, that pull. You know just as well as I do we’re destined for each other. You were made for me, and I was made for you.”
Jimin shivers as Jungkook shifts to gain a better position, he uses his hands on Jimin’s hips to hold him still as he begins to fuck up into him.
“Gguk-,” Jimin whines, his nails digging into Jungkook’s back. The nickname ignites something different inside Jungkook, something that goes far beyond lust and desire.
“I love you, Jimin,” Jungkook confesses and Jimin lets out a sob from where his face is buried against the side of his neck. “You’re mine, and I am yours.”
Jungkook presses Jimin closer to him until they’re sharing their heat and the sweat of their chests. Jungkook can feel himself slipping back into his alpha, his rut taking over again, his hips move up faster, the desire to fill Jimin with more of his cum until it’s leaking out of him and then filling him with his knot overcoming him.
“I love you too,” Jimin whispers, so low Jungkook barely hears it.
Just as he feels Jimin clenching tighter around him, and his knot starts to swell, Jimin’s teeth sink into his neck. Jungkook’s vision goes white as he buries his knot into Jimin, and he feels Jimin coming between them as well. The magic of their completed bond flows through their veins.
Jungkook’s rut lasted seven days.
On the last day, when Jungkook was finally lucid, the small world they built for themselves crumbled to ash.
Jungkook fought hard, he’s a fighter after all, one of the best hunters in all their village. But he was outnumbered, Jimin’s small bedroom filled with so many armed wolves they were nearly bursting through the walls. Dozen’s of hands were on him, dragging him from the bed and slamming him against the floor, his hands pulled behind his back and the bite of a rope wrapping around his wrists as he screamed Jimin’s name, but he was long gone.
They’ll all remember this day.
This is the day Jungkook swore to them that they’d all burn.