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“god, it’s so fucking hot.”
currently, jungkook is sprawled across the couch, limbs spread out almost like a starfish. he’s taking up so much room that yoongi knows there’s no room for him. not that jungkook would want him to sit that close to him anyways. it’s too hot for the omega to deal with an alpha’s higher than normal body heat.
it’s summer break from university, so luckily, jungkook and yoongi had nothing much going on. but seoul was also in a record-breaking heat wave this year, so keeping cool was taking everything out of them. on top of that, jungkook’s heat was fast approaching, making the omega even more miserable.
yoongi feels terrible for his best friend. “can i grab you a drink from the fridge, koo?”
jungkook limply raises his head to make eye contact with yoongi. “lemonade. gimme.”
yoongi chuckles at the lack of gratitude in jungkook’s tone as he makes his way to the kitchen. “pre-heat’s hitting you hard, huh?”
“how’d you know?” jungkook grumbles. “this fucking sucks.”
yoongi’s sure jungkook isn’t exaggerating either. pre-heat has a tendency to make omegas feel warmer than usual. it must be insane to feel that hot this summer. yoongi’s slightly worried about how jungkook’s gonna ride out this heat.
even though yoongi and jungkook are alpha and omega respectively, the two of them have a good system where jungkook’s heats are concerned. jungkook rests as much possible during his pre-heat, eating well and sleeping well, and then he shuts himself in his room and endures his heat alone in his room. the fail safes they have in place are the two bolted locks on jungkook’s door and yoongi taking an inhibitor pill that dulls his senses so that he won’t be tempted to go after jungkook.
normally, an omega would have a partner for their heats but jungkook has never wanted one, not in all the years yoongi has known him, always saying that his toys and fingers were enough.
heats come once every three months or so, with pre-heat lasting three or four days before they hit. this time around, jungkook spends pre-heat lounging about in short athletic shorts and an oversized band t-shirt that yoongi is fairly sure is from his own closet. usually, pre-heat jungkook is a bit irritable anyways, but this time around it seems to be worse than usual.
“yoongi! lemonade!”
“yes, yes, your highness.”
jungkook drains his lemonade happily once it’s in his hands, and yoongi can’t help but feel his heart soften at the smile on the omega’s lips. he knows his crush on jungkook is stupidly big, but seriously? simping when the guy smiles? what happened to the dark and mysterious underground rapper agust d? since when did he wait hand-and-foot on a bratty omega who demanded the world from yoongi when he was suffering under pre-heat?
but that’s exactly what happened every time.
and yoongi?
oh, he was more than thrilled to be at jungkook’s service.
“anything else i can get you, koo?”
jungkook thinks about it. “well... i’m really craving your dakgalbi. can you make me some?”
“sure. do you want to help me prep the ingredients?”
normally, jungkook would be more than happy to help yoongi in the kitchen. the two had a good synergy and it was cute when jungkook wanted to taste-test everything. today however...
jungkook bats his eyes. “but you’re such a big, strong alpha. you can take care of it all for me, can’t you?”
yoongi knows exactly what he’s doing, but the alpha in his chest preens anyways. “of course. watch a movie while you wait. i won’t take long.”
so jungkook watches captain america: civil war, rooting for ironman the entire time, while yoongi slaved over the stove in the heat. the alpha’s just thankful they had all the ingredients to begin with at home.
when yoongi brings over the dakgalbi on a tray to set in front of jungkook, the omega takes one look at the presentation and frowns. “where’s my kimchi?”
yoongi isn’t even bothered. “hang tight. let me grab it.”
“yay! thank you, hyung!”
“oh, so i’m hyung now?” yoongi teases.
jungkook grins. “you’re hyung whenever i feel like it. i like saying your name otherwise. yoongi. yoongi, yoongi, yoongi, yoon—”
“haha, i get it, i get it.”
with a side plate of kimchi obtained, jungkook goes ham on his chicken while yoongi pretends to watch the movie from the floor, seeing as how jungkook still won’t give up space on the couch. also, pretends, because yoongi’s too enthralled watching how big jungkook’s doe eyes get when steve rogers and tony stark face off against one another.
the rest of jungkook’s pre-heat goes similarly. jungkook has a hard time being comfortable in the heat, he’s constantly hungry, he’s lethargic, and the few times he tries to work on his nest, it apparently does not come along as well as he hopes.
so yoongi picks up the slack. yoongi continues to cook for him, sure, but he also does jungkook’s laundry often so jungkook’s favorite shirts (stolen from yoongi) are always on hand to be worn throughout the pre-heat period. the alpha changes jungkook’s bedsheets when they get too wet with sweat, he adjusts the air conditioner whenever jungkook asks, and a new request even pops up too.
“you want me to scent my clothes? you want my scent in your nest?”
jungkook scowls, not understanding why yoongi isn’t complying immediately. “well, who the fuck else am i gonna ask? jimin-ssi? no, you’re the person i’m closest to in my life. i want your scent. have a pile ready for me by tonight. i’m finally gonna get my nest right this time.”
jungkook stomps off and yoongi stands there in awe, so much more in love with the omega than he thought possible.
as it turns out, with the addition of yoongi’s scented clothes, jungkook deems his nest 90% perfect. it’s the closest he’s gotten and he’s more than pleased.
at the end of day four of jungkook’s pre-heat, yoongi runs jungkook a cool bath upon being asked. he uses one of his own citrus bath bombs without being told because he knows it would make jungkook happy. what kind of alpha would he be if he doesn’t try to make his omega crush as happy as possible?
when jungkook is settled in the bath, he waits exactly three seconds before bellowing for yoongi. yoongi is in the bathroom in an instant.
“what’s up, koo? water too warm?”
jungkook shakes his head. “no, not that. just... sit with me. next to me.”
yoongi blinks. “next to the tub?”
jungkook glares lightly. “what, you don’t want to?”
“haha, i didn’t say that. give me a moment.”
yoongi rummages through his room for five whole minutes before giving up when he can’t find what he’s searching for. he doesn’t want to keep jungkook waiting too long, so he ends up cross-legged next to jungkook in the bathroom before too long.
when he settles, he expects jungkook to say something, or to ask for something, so imagine the alpha’s surprise when jungkook remains quiet, seemingly thinking hard about something. when jungkook does finally speak, it’s with words yoongi isn’t expecting.
“i’m sorry.”
yoongi is immediately concerned. “why? why would you be sorry? you didn’t do anything wrong.”
jungkook looks at the bubbles, head turned down. “no, i’m... i’ve been running you ragged these past few days. i know my pre-heat makes me whiny and bratty, and i know the summer heat didn’t help, but... i’m really grateful. you’ve helped me a lot, hyung. thank you.”
yoongi blushes. “don’t worry about it,” he begins gruffly, “i’m more than happy to do this for you. i’m an alpha, remember? it’s in my nature to take care of others, especially someone like you.”
“someone like me?”
“uhh...” yoongi thinks fast, trying to come up with the right words without confessing outright. “you’re my best friend. and an omega. i know you struggle a lot because you deal with your heat alone, and if i can do anything to make the process easier for you, i’ll do it. i won’t hesitate.”
jungkook’s quiet again before—
“about that. i’ve been thinking about asking for a partner.”
yoongi’s heart drops. “what?”
“yeah, it’s just... i’m in the peak years of my fertility, according to my obgyn. my heats have been lasting longer and hurt a lot more. pain meds won’t help, and i can’t let my heat run rampant when i’m busy during the school year. my doctor suggested that a partner might make it hurt less and last a shorter time, so... i’ve been thinking about it. that’s all.”
jungkook still has his head down, eyes closed, so he doesn’t see the sheer panic shown plainly in yoongi’s expression.
yoongi’s mind races, thoughts running at speeds that make his head spin.
if jungkook were to bring a partner for his heats, where would that leave yoongi? would he not get to take care of jungkook anymore? would jungkook spend his pre-heat at the alpha’s place instead of their home? would yoongi be completely replaced? would he never get the chance to be with jungkook?
yoongi is so lost in thought that he almost doesn’t hear jungkook’s question.
“what do you think, hyung?”
jungkook is now looking at yoongi, tired and anxious, as if yoongi’s answer was important to hear.
yoongi doesn’t want to be selfish, even though he wishes he could be. this is jungkook’s body, jungkook’s life. he wants jungkook to be okay, to get what he wants and needs. and so, yoongi answers as unbiased as possible.
“if you think it’ll help,” he starts softly, “i think any alpha would be happy to help you. i’ll support you, koo.”
the expression in jungkook’s eyes is unreadable as he studies yoongi for any signs of deceit. when he seems to find none, jungkook sighs.
“i’m going to finish washing up. i think my heat’s going to begin soon.”
yoongi nods and gets up. “i’ll leave snacks and water in your room while you finish up.”
yoongi does just that, and when he hears jungkook wrapping up in the bathroom, he goes straight to his room and resumes looking for his bottle of inhibitor pills as he was unable to find them earlier. all the while, yoongi tries not to think about their discussion in the bathroom.
another ten minutes pass by and yoongi’s starting to get worried. he can’t find his pills anywhere. he knows his alpha would never want to put jungkook in danger, so he might be okay without them, but he doesn’t want to risk it. he doesn’t want to give jungkook any reason to not trust yoongi.
yoongi decides to look in the living room, figuring that jungkook was safe in his room. he emerges from his room, intent on continuing his search, when the most delicious scent hits his nose.
now usually, jungkook is very careful about locking his door during his heats. it’s why he got yoongi to install two locks for his door. but when yoongi turns his head toward the scent, he sees that jungkook’s room door isn’t locked.
how does he know it isn’t locked?
because the door is slightly ajar.
yoongi can smell the scent of an omega in heat. jungkook in heat.
yoongi knows jungkook isn’t stupid enough to leave his door like this, so that must mean—
yoongi hesitates, knowing what the consequences would be if he was wrong, but his alpha is roaring in his chest, commanding him to follow through. so yoongi knocks on the door, waits for a few seconds, and then pushes the door open wider.
upon entering jungkook’s room, yoongi is hit with a blast of jasmine and honey. he’s never smelled jungkook’s scent so potently before, and it’s taking everything in him to not salivate.
taking a few more steps inside, yoongi is met with the delicious sight of jungkook on his back within his nest, two fingers pumping in and out of his hole. jungkook’s eyes are glazed over, but still mostly coherent at this point, because he smirks at yoongi upon catching sight of him.
“took you long enough,” he breathes out. “help me, alpha.”
yoongi’s blood runs hot.
he growls, feels his alpha settling in his chest triumphantly. “can i enter your nest, omega?”
jungkook whines and nods his head quickly as he removes his fingers. “need you, alpha. ‘m prepped and everything now. please, it’s so hot. need your cock.”
“oh, baby.”
yoongi takes care when he climbs into jungkook’s nest, not wanting the pillows and blankets to collapse around them. he circles the rim of jungkook’s hole with his middle finger, gathering slick, before plunging in and feeling that tight heat around his digit.
“god, koo. you’re so fucking wet inside.”
and he was. jungkook moans lightly as yoongi starts shallowly thrusting his finger in and out, adding a finger after a minute or so and feeling around the walls, stretching him out even further.
“hey, i said i stretched myself out already,” jungkook says with bite.
yoongi just smiles and simply adds another finger without warning, fingers pumping at an even faster rate than before. jungkook keens, arching his back a bit and groans, a song to yoongi’s ears.
“no need to be a brat in bed, omega,” yoongi chides lightly, “i’ll give you what you need. you’ll let me worship you, won’t you? make you feel like a king? it’s all i’ve ever wanted.”
despite the immense pleasure he feels, jungkook has it in him to chuckle. “get on with it then, alpha. make me your king.”
the alpha hovers over his omega, whispers before covering jungkook’s lips with his own.
“oh, i intend to.”
and for the rest of the night, yoongi makes good on his promise.
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