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"Watch your step, Jimin-ah, the ice on these porch steps are thicker than Namjoon-hyung’s skull when he’s trying to solve a logic puzzle."

Jeongguk’s hand was a firm, grounding weight on the small of Jimin's back, his thumb tracing soothing circles over the thick fabric of Jimin's coat. The scent of the alpha—deep, ancient forest pine mixed with the bitter, indulgent richness of dark chocolate—wrapped around Jimin like a physical barrier against the biting Seoul wind.

"I’m pregnant, not made of glass. Besides, my center of gravity hasn't shifted that much yet. The little bean is only the size of a lemon."

Jimin’s voice was like bells in the crisp air, his scent—sweet cherry blossoms underlined by the tartness of a ripening peach—blooming even more vibrantly in the cold. He leaned into the heat of his mate, his eyes crinkling as he looked at the quaint, rustic lodge nestled in the snow-draped trees.

"A lemon that makes you crave pickles and whipped cream at three in the morning," Seokjin called out, his voice booming with the cheerful authority of the eldest. He hauled two massive suitcases toward the front door, his own scent of warm honeycomb trailing behind him like a golden ribbon.

"Now, everyone inside before my handsome face freezes into a permanent scowl. We have rooms to assign, and I refuse to sleep in the hallway."

The group crowded into the foyer, the air suddenly thick with a kaleidoscope of scents.

"Alright, the rules are simple," Yoongi said, his voice low and raspy, grounding the frantic energy of the room. "There are three rooms. Room 1 is on the ground floor with two beds. Room 3 is upstairs with two beds. Room 2 is upstairs with three beds. Remember the rule: open the door, that's your destiny. No complaining, no swapping, no puppy-dog eyes from the omegas."

"That sounds like a direct attack on me," Jimin teased, rubbing his gloved hands together.

"It's a direct attack on everyone," Hoseok laughed,

Namjoon, his deep alpha scent of fresh coffee grounding them all, clapped his hands together. "Indeed. No trades, no complaints. Pure, unadulterated fate."

Seokjin, ever the composed omega, simply smiled, his honeyed scent a soothing balm, went first. He went upstairs straight to room 2 but then thought better of it, he pushed the door slightly to make it seem like he choose that room then he quickly went over to room 3 and sat on the floor, waiting.

Namjoon went next, heading upstairs but thinking that’s where most of them will go he easily came back down and choose room 1.

Jimin’s cherry blossom scent lingered softly around him; he squeezed Jeongguk’s hand, a silent plea in his eyes. They both knew the drill. The universe had a wicked sense of humor. He listened in on rooms 1 and 2 before going to room 3 and slowly opening the door. Looking to his left he saw Seokjin quickly standing up, a sigh, barely perceptible, escaped him.

Taehyung, a complex alpha, his red wine scent a bold, sophisticated note, followed, a playful glint in his eyes as he left the kitchen to go choose. Immediately going to room 3 and seeing Namjoon on one bed, he laughed excitedly.

Jeongguk stepped forward and didn’t even bother to glance at the first bedroom. Without delay he stepped in to room 2 expecting to see Jimin but it was empty. Feeling happy he cheered to having a room all to himself.

Yoongi, ever pragmatic, went next, his scent of freshly-cut grass a cool, earthy presence and goes to room 1 without any hesitance.

Hoseok, radiating the bright, clean scent of green apples, practically bounced upstairs, his infectious energy a constant source of light. He walked around a bit before going back downstairs and choosing room 1, seeing 3 other people in there he laughed boisterously.

"Well, this is just fantastic," Taehyung drawled. “Two beds and four of us.”

They all laughed in disbelief.

Hoseok grinned, "Party on the ground floor!"

Then they all trailed upstairs to see where the other 3 were.

Seokjin and Jimin burst into Jeongguk’s room to find him leaning back on the bed, they cheered with him because they were the only ones upstairs.  Everyone else stumbled in and their shocked faces popped up as they realized he got a room to himself.

"Looks like I'm solo," he announced, keeping his voice light. "Three beds all to myself, what a tragedy." He met Jimin's eyes, a silent promise passing between them.

"Jimin and I are roommates." Seokjin said, slinging an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. "Looks like it’s just us, Jiminie. We can talk about skincare and babies all night."

The realization hit the youngest couple like a bucket of ice water. Jimin forced a smile, but there was subtle shift in his scent, a faint undercurrent of disappointment.  The mates were rarely apart, especially at night.

The evening unfolded with the usual camaraderie, a delicious dinner prepared by Seokjin and Jeongguk, and endless rounds of laughter. As the hours dwindled and the first yawns stretched across faces, the lodge's quiet hum began to settle in.

"Wait, so Gguk is all alone in the big room while we’re packed like sardines downstairs?" Taehyung asked, his brow furrowing. "That doesn't seem efficient."

“Fate has spoken!" Seokjin declared, though he cast a sympathetic look at the way Jeongguk’s hand had subconsciously tightened on Jimin’s waist.

The house settled into a deceptive quiet as everyone retreated. But as the moon rose over the mountains, the "no swapping" rule began to crumble.

"I’m not doing it," Taehyung whispered in the hallway, his red wine scent turning slightly sour with stubbornness. "Namjoon-hyung snores like a freight train and Hoseok-hyung kicks in his sleep. I’m going upstairs."

He trudged into Room 2, finding Jeongguk staring gloomily at the empty beds. "I’m taking the far bed, Gguk. Don't mind me."

"Suit yourself, hyung. It’s better than being alone, I guess," Jeongguk muttered, his eyes fixed on the door.

Downstairs, the floorboards creaked. Namjoon, feeling the walls of Room 1 closing in on his tall frame, grabbed his pillow. "I saw an attic room earlier. It’s small, but it’s private. I’m going up there to read."

"And I’m going to the couch," Hoseok added, trailing behind him. "If I have to hear Yoongi-hyung talking in his sleep about music theory one more time, I’ll lose my mind."

In Room 3, Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. The cherry blossom scent was heavy with a melancholic edge, his inner omega whining at the lack of his Alpha’s presence. The pup seemed to sense it too, a tiny flutter in his lower abdomen making him gasp.

"Go on then," Seokjin sighed from the other bed, not even looking up from his book. "You’re vibrating so hard the floorboards are rattling. Just be back before sunrise so the others don't tease you for being inseparable."

"You’re the best, Hyung!" Jimin chirped, already halfway out the door.

He slipped into Room 2 like a ghost, sliding under the heavy blankets of Jeongguk’s bed. The Alpha didn't even hesitate, his arms wrapping around Jimin’s smaller frame instantly, pulling him flush against his chest.

"You smell like you were crying," Jeongguk whispered into the crook of Jimin’s neck, his nose ghosting over the scent gland there.

"Just missed you," Jimin murmured, tilting his head to give the Alpha better access. "And the baby was restless. They wanted their Appa."

"I’ve got you both," Jeongguk promised, his voice a low vibration that Jimin felt in his very marrow. "Sleep, my beautiful omega. I’ll keep you warm."

As the first light of dawn touched the sky, Jimin stirred. He disentangled himself from the arms wrapped around him and pressed a soft kiss to the alphas lips.

"I should go," he whispered, his voice raspy with sleep.

Grumbling, he pulled him back for one last, lingering kiss. "Fine. But you're coming back here after breakfast."

Jimin smiled, a sleepy, radiant thing. "Deal." He slipped out of the room, his scent a faint, lingering promise.

Jeongguk drifted back to sleep, a contented warmth spreading through him. The morning, however, brought a rude awakening in the form of a pillow slamming into his face.

"Get up, sleepyhead!" Taehyung's voice boomed. "Breakfast is ready, and we have a game to play!"

He groaned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What game?"

"Foot volleyball!" Hoseok’s cheerful voice drifted from the hallway. "Teams are set! Ground floor versus upstairs!"

Jeongguk dragged himself out of bed, the smell of freshly brewed coffee pulling him towards the kitchen. Everyone was already seated, a lively chatter filling the air. Jimin, looking bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked, gave him a shy smile from his seat next to Seokjin. By the time the group gathered in the yard, the tension of the night had vanished, replaced by the competitive fire of seven men with nothing but time on their hands.

"Teams are set by floor. Team Ace is the ground floor residents: Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung, and me."

"Wait, I slept upstairs!" Taehyung protested.

"Doesn't matter, you were assigned downstairs," Seokjin countered, standing tall with Jimin and Jeongguk flanking him. "This makes us Team Kim Seokjin. Three against four. We’re at a disadvantage, so prepare to be humiliated by the underdogs."

"Disadvantage? You have an Alpha-Omega pair and the World’s Handsomest Man," Yoongi retorted, though he was already stretching his hamstrings. "Let's go. Best out of three."

Team Kim Seokjin served first. Seokjin, surprisingly agile for an omega of his age, sent the ball soaring over the net with a graceful kick. The game was chaotic from the start, a flurry of kicks, shouts, and laughter echoing across the cold. Yoongi accidentally head-butted the net within the first three minutes, and Hoseok was doing literal backflips to keep the ball in play.

The game went on for a little while with both teams switching sides after a win. The ball launched towards Seokjin and he kicked it but it didn’t go straight over the net. Jimin was trying his best, his movements cautious but determined. He moved to take the pass from Jin. His small, pregnant belly was barely noticeable under his thick sweater, but it made him a little less flexible. He coiled, and then launched himself, his foot reaching for the ball. It sailed over the net, but in his stretch, his foot brushed the very top of the net. He landed awkwardly, stumbling back, his hands hitting the ground to break his fall. A soft oof escaped him.

"Aha!" Taehyung’s voice, sharp and triumphant, cut through the air. He strode forward, his red wine scent suddenly acrid. "Let me explain the rules, your foot—"

"We didn't know, fair enough," Jeongguk interjected, his voice a low rumble, cutting Taehyung off mid-sentence. His forest scent flared, a protective cloud around Jimin. "Let's start over." He didn't want Taehyung scolding his pregnant mate. Not now, not ever.

Taehyung blinked, his mouth hanging open as he was cut off mid-sentence. The red wine scent flared, sharp and confused. "I was just saying—"

"He’s fine, and it’s just a game. Reset the ball," Jeongguk said, his tone final.

The yard went silent. The wind whistled through the pines, the only sound in the sudden vacuum of conversation. Everyone stared at Taehyung’s stunned expression, the Alpha looking like he’d been slapped with a wet fish. Then, a snort from Hoseok broke the tension, followed by a burst of laughter from Namjoon. Yoongi, a rare smile gracing his lips, just shook his head.

"Alright, alright," Yoongi drawled, his grass scent calm. "We'll let it pass this time."

Jeongguk ignored them, walking over to Jimin, his hand immediately going to his back, gently patting. "You alright, angel?" he asked, leaning in to rub his nose against the side of Jimin’s neck. He scented him deeply, the forest and chocolate notes flooding Jimin’s senses.

The smaller leaned into his touch, a small nod. "I'm fine, Gguk-ah."

"You okay? Nothing hurts? The baby?"

"I'm fine, Ggukkie, really," Jimin whispered, rubbing his stinging palms against his thighs. "Just a bit embarrassed."

"Don't be," Jeongguk muttered, helping him up. "I'm right here."

They resumed the game, but the air was charged now. It was Taehyung’s turn to serve. He took a deep breath, his competitive streak warring with the lingering shock of being scolded. He launched the ball with a powerful kick. The ball rocketed over the net, landing with a thump near Seokjin.

"Whoa!" Jeongguk called out, a laugh escaping him. "Your foot's got a little anger in it!"

Taehyung immediately stiffened, his scent spiking again. "Not true! I’m just playing the game. It’s called a serve, Jeongguk."

Namjoon chuckled, patting Taehyung on the back. "Don't get mad, Tae. It's just a game."

Seokjin, ever the peacemaker, smiled sweetly. "Come on, Tae. Give us a pretty smile."

Taehyung forced a wide, exaggerated grin, completely unserious, making them all laugh.

"Is this better? Am I happy enough for you?"

"Horrifying," Yoongi deadpanned. "Play on."

The game continued, a mix of skillful kicks and clumsy misses. Jimin, though careful, played with a surprising amount of enthusiasm, his peaches scent blooming with exertion.

Then, it happened again. Jimin, stretching to connect with a high ball, his foot again grazed the side of the net, the vertical string that anchored the net to the pole.

"Net!" Taehyung shouted, instantly. "He touched the net!" His red wine scent was sharp again, a competitive edge.

Jimin stayed on his feet this time, but he frowned, pointing at the string confused. "Wait, does this part count? It's just the string holding it up. See? I kicked here, and the ball went there." He began to demonstrate, his small foot hovering near the cord.

Hoseok, ever the rule-follower, walked over, examining the string. "Oh, definitely. That's part of the net structure."Anything connected to the pole that isn’t the pole itself is out."  His green apple scent was serious.

"That’s ridiculous," Jeongguk stepped in, his chest puffing out as he moved between the other alpha and his mate. "It’s a string. It doesn't affect the play. You guys are just desperate for points because you’re losing to an omega and a 'handsome man'."

"Rules are rules, Jeongguk," Taehyung argued, "You can't just change them because your mate is the one who messed up."

"I'm not changing anything, I'm just saying—"

"Okay, okay!" Jimin said, his voice sweet as he accepted the lost. "It’s fine! It’s a point! Can we please just finish the game before we all freeze into popsicles?"

The game proceeded with a thick layer of tension, punctuated by Jeongguk’s constant, overprotective glances toward Jimin. Every time Jimin moved, Jeongguk was there to steady him, his eyes daring anyone to say a word. Despite the four-man advantage, Team Ace was rattled. They missed easy shots, tripped over their own feet, and eventually, Team Kim Seokjin, against all odds, emerged victorious.

"Yes!" Seokjin cheered, grabbing Jimin and Jeongguk and doing a little victory dance, his honeycomb scent practically glowing. "Team Kim Seokjin reigns supreme!"

"Ugh, I can't believe we lost to them," Yoongi groaned, falling back into the snow.

"Punishment time," Jimin said, a devious smirk playing on his plump lips. "Line up, losers. Faces to the wall. Hands up. Half an hour."

The sight was comical: four grown men, including the group’s leader and its most fearsome rapper, kneeling on the ground facing the wall of the lodge, their hands held high in the air like disciplined schoolchildren.

"Serves you right for scolding my omega," Jeongguk muttered under his breath, loud enough for Taehyung to hear. He just shot him a glare over his shoulder.

After their half-hour penance, they all retreated indoors, shedding their bulky coats. The lodge felt warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the chilly outdoors. Seokjin, already in the kitchen, began preparing their meal.

"Anyone else starving?" Hoseok declared, practically inhaling a plate of fruit.

"I could eat a whole cow," Namjoon agreed, his coffee scent mingling with the food.

Jimin, however, had a different craving. "Ramyeon," he announced, his eyes wide. "I really want ramyeon."

"Ramyeon it is, my love," Jeongguk said, already standing. "Come on, let's make some."

As they headed towards the kitchen, Taehyung, who had been sulking on the couch, perked up. Looking bedraggled and humbled after his punishment. He walked over to the stove, watching the water start to bubble.

"Hey... can you make one for me too? My shoulders are actually screaming."

Jeongguk paused, turning to face him, a smirk playing on his lips. His forest scent held a hint of playful challenge. "You need to apologize first."

Taehyung’s eyes widened. "Apologize for what?"

"For being a hard-ass to Jimin," Jeongguk said, his dark chocolate scent was heavy, a silent demand for respect. "He’s carrying our pup, he’s out there in the cold trying to have fun with us, and you’re acting like it’s the Olympic finals. You were scolding him, Taehyung-hyung."

"I wasn't scolding him!" Taehyung protested, standing up. "I was explaining the rules!"

"Sounded like scolding to me,"

Taehyung huffed, his red wine scent taking on a frustrated edge. "It's a game, Jeongguk-ah! I was just being competitive!" he argued, though his scent wavered. "It’s how we always play."

"It’s different now," Jeongguk said firmly. "Apologize."

Jimin, sensing the escalating tension, tugged on his sleeve. "Jeongguk, it's fine. Just make him ramyeon."

"No," he insisted, his gaze still fixed on Taehyung. "He needs to apologize. For making you feel bad."

Jimin's face softened, a lock of blonde hair falling over his eyes. "It's okay."

Taehyung sighed, the tension leaving his frame.

"Jimin-ah," Taehyung said softly. "I’m sorry. I got carried away with the game. I didn't mean to make you feel bad or be a jerk about the rules. I was just... in the moment, you were playing great."

Jimin’s face broke into a small, sweet smile. "Thanks, Tae. I know how you get. Just... maybe less shouting next time?"

"Deal. Now, about that ramyeon?"

They sat around the heavy wooden table, the rest of the group joining them and conversation flowing easily as they recounted the highlights of the game. The earlier tension now replaced by comfortable chatter. But as the meal wore on, Jimin’s mood shifted, suddenly pushing his bowl away, a soft pout on his lips. His cherry blossom scent, usually so bright, became restless, a subtle whine underlying its sweetness.

Jeongguk’s head snapped up, his nostrils flaring. He could feel it—the shift in Jimin’s pheromones, the sudden, sharp spike of omega distress and desire that only a mate could truly decipher.

The alpha reached for his hand, his thumb gently stroking his knuckles. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I'm just... tired," Jimin murmured, but his eyes were glassy, and he was leaning heavily into Jeongguk’s space.

"Come on, time for bed. You need to rest."

"We’re heading up," he announced standing abruptly and pulling Jimin with him.

"But we haven't even started the board games!" Hoseok protested.

"Jimin needs to rest," Jeongguk said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Goodnight, hyungs."

They hurried through their quick showers, the steam of the bathroom mingling with their intensifying scents. After their wash, Jimin returned to his room to get a change of clothes and when he emerged with his hair still damp, he looked utterly adorable in his sleep clothes, a soft, oversized t-shirt and loose shorts, his cherry blossom scent clinging to him like a second skin. He flopped onto the bed with a soft sigh groan escaping his lips.

"My feet are throbbing," he complained, stretching out his legs.

Jeongguk was at the foot of the bed in an instant. He knelt on the floor, taking Jimin’s small, cold feet into his large, warm hands. He began to rub them, his thumbs pressing into the arches with just the right amount of pressure.

"Better?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"Mmm, much," Jimin sighed, closing his eyes. "Today was fun though, wasn't it? Despite all the drama."

"It was," he agreed, a smile touching his lips. "Especially when we won.”

"You were so scary today, you know? When you told Taehyung to shut up."

Jeongguk’s hands paused for a split second before moving up to Jimin’s calves. "He needed to know his place. No one talks to my omega like that. Especially not when you’re doing so much to take care of our little one."

Jimin opened his eyes, his pupils blown wide, nearly swallowing the iris. "I felt so protected. Like you were a big, dark forest keeping the storm away from me. It was... really hot.”

His scent, already sweet, began to swirl, a hint of something deeper, more alluring, rising from him.

Jeongguk’s fingers, still massaging his calves, paused. He felt a familiar stir deep within as his alpha —already primed by the day's protective displays— responded instantly. He moved his hands up the omegas knees, then to his thighs, his touch firm but gentle.

"You think so?" he murmured, his voice a little rougher than intended. The scent of sweet slick, faint at first, then growing stronger, filled his nostrils.

Jimin’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening further. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "So, so hot." A soft, wet sound escaped him as Jeongguk brushed his thumbs against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

"Jimin-ah... you’re leaking."

"I can't help it," Jimin whimpered, his hips giving a small, involuntary twitch against the mattress. "Thinking about you being so possessive... it makes my inner omega want to be claimed. Please, Gguk. I need you."

Jeongguk didn't need to be told twice. He crawled up the bed, his body hovering over Jimin’s, his chocolate scent turning dark, heavy, and utterly dominant. He crashed his lips against Jimin’s, a fierce, hungry kiss that tasted of spice and desperation.  Jimin’s lips were soft, parting readily under his own. Their tongues tangled —seeking and exploring— a frantic exchange of heat and saliva. Jimin moaned, a soft, needy sound, his fingers tangling in Jeongguk’s hair, pulling him closer.

"You did so well today," Jeongguk growled against Jimin’s skin, his lips moving down to the sensitive column of his throat. "So beautiful. So strong. And I'm going to make sure you know exactly who you belong to." His forest scent, already thick, turned possessive, a deep, primal growl rumbling in his chest.

Jimin whimpered, a delicious sound that sent shivers down Jeongguk’s spine. His scent, a heady mix of cherry blossoms, peaches, and potent slick, was almost overwhelming.

"Yours," Jimin gasped, his fingers digging into Jeongguk’s shoulders. "Always yours. I want your knot, Gguk-ah," he breathed, his eyes wide, pleading. "I want to feel you fill me up so much I can't think about anything else."

Jeongguk’s eyes flared with a primal, golden light. He stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, his muscles rippling under the dim lamplight. When the Alpha was finally bare, his cock sprang free—thick, heavy, and already weeping a trail of pre-cum. Jimin’s eyes, wide and dilated, followed its ascent, a soft gasp escaping him. He watched, mesmerized, as his cock pulsed, thick and veiny, pearly pre-cum already glistening at its tip.

The omega reached down, his small fingers wrapping around the base, his thumb stroking over the velvet-soft head.

"Look at you," Jimin whispered, his voice trembling. "So big for me."

With his patience thinning, Jeongguk ripped off Jimin’s shorts and t-shirt, tossing them carelessly to the floor. His small, pregnant belly, a soft curve, was revealed, a testament to the life growing within him.

"Only for you," Jeongguk groaned, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, causing a faint stream of sweet milk to drip into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, making Jimin arch his back and cry out.

His thighs, already slick with his arousal, parted slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of his hole. He was leaking, a clear, viscous stream of slick already flowing freely, a beacon for his alpha.

"You’re ao wet for me, angel," Jeongguk rasped, his voice thick with lust. "So ready."

Jeongguk moved between Jimin’s legs, his knees prying the omega’s thighs wider. He reached down, two fingers wet with Jimin’s own slick, and began to work them into the tight, pulsing heat of Jimin’s entrance, slowly stretching him, preparing him. Jimin whimpered, his hips arching, urging Jeongguk on

"Ah! Alpha!" Jimin’s head fell back, his throat bared as he felt the alpha’s fingers stretching him.

"You’re so tight, baby." Jeongguk praised, his voice a rough caress. He added a third finger, the sound of shlicking and squelching filling the quiet room as he opened Jimin up, preparing him for the girth to come.

Jimin’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. "Please....I want you. All of you."

Jeongguk positioned himself, the broad head of his cock pressing against Jimin’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, a tight, delicious stretch, the friction making both of them hiss. Jimin gasped, his body tensing, then relaxing, his slick working its magic. Jeongguk pushed further, an inch at a time, feeling his tight walls grip him.

"Ah, gguk," Jimin moaned, his nails digging into his shoulders. "It’s so big. I’m so full."

Jeongguk paused, buried halfway, letting him acclimate. His body trembled beneath him, his hips beginning to writhe, urging him deeper. Jimin’s slick, now running freely, was warm and wet, coating them both.

"Is that all you got?" Jimin teased, a breathless whisper, his eyes wide and challenging.

A growl, deep and primal, tore from the alpha’s throat.

"Mine," he snarled, the word more a claim than a statement.

Jeongguk slammed into him, burying himself to the hilt. The sudden impact made Jimin cry out, a high-pitched squeal of pleasure and surprise, his eyes rolling back as he was filled to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming—a glorious, stretching ache that hit his prostate and made his toes curl into the sheets. Jeongguk’s balls slapped against his soft ass, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

Jeongguk began to move, his pace hard and fast, yet there was an underlying gentleness, a carefulness in the way he avoided putting his full weight on Jimin’s stomach. He leaned on his forearms, his chest brushing against Jimin’s sensitive, leaking nipples, their sweat-slicked skin creating a rhythmic sound as they collided.

"Yes! Right there, Alpha! Don't stop!"

The scent of the room was intoxicating—a storm of peaches, dark chocolate, and the heavy, musky scent of sex. Jeongguk’s movements became more erratic as he felt the base of his cock begin to swell, pressing against Jimin’s cervix, stretching him open further. Jimin gasped, a sharp intake of breath, his hips arching violently.

"Want my knot omega?"

"Give it to me! Please!"

The pressure built, intense and overwhelming. Jeongguk lunged forward, his teeth finding the scent gland on Jimin’s neck, biting down gently but firmly to anchor them both. His knot expanded rapidly, the bulbous base stretching Jimin’s entrance to its absolute limit.

Jimin squealed, a mix of pleasure and sharp, stinging pressure as the alpha locked them together. 

He cried out, a long, drawn-out moan of pure release, his body seizing, their hips grinding together. Jimin’s slick exploded around the alpha’s cock, hot and sweet, signaling his climax. He came untouched, his body convulsing, his scent a wild, triumphant bloom of cherry blossoms and peaches.

Jeongguk watched, spellbound, as his body shuddered, his own release— hot and heavy followed, his climax washing over him. A deep, guttural groan escaping the alpha as he painted Jimin’s walls white in thick, hot pulses.

The sensation of him being filled triggered another climax out the omega. He shook violently, his hole spasming and clamping down on Jeongguk’s cock.

Jeongguk slowed his movements, his body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared release. His knot, still swollen, kept them intimately connected. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s damp forehead, then to his lips, tasting the salt and sweetness of their passion.

They stayed like that for a long time, the only sound being the ragged rasp of their breathing and the distant whistle of the wind outside. Jeongguk slowly eased his weight off, but the knot kept them connected, an unbreakable bond in the quiet of the night.

The alpha reached for the pack of wipes on the bedside table, his hands steady as he began to clean the mix of fluids off Jimin’s trembling body.

"I’ve got you," he whispered, kissing Jimin’s lips.

Once the omega was clean, He carefully maneuvered them so that Jimin was lying on top of him, the blonde’s head tucked under his chin, knot still buried deep within him. Jeongguk wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close, their scents mingling, a comforting blanket of the forest and cherry blossoms.

"My beautiful omega," Jeongguk murmured into Jimin’s hair, his hand tracing slow, rhythmic circles on the omega’s back. "My Jimin."

Jimin didn't answer, his breathing already even and deep, the exhaustion of the day and the intensity of their mating finally claiming him. Jeongguk followed soon after, his alpha utterly satisfied with his omega warm and sated in his arms, wrapped in the scent of his family, content and protective.

The next morning, the sun was high and bright, casting a blinding intensity through the windows. Inside the lodge, the smell of hotteok and brewing coffee pulled Jeongguk from his deep slumber. Jimin, still heavy with sleep, was draped across him, their scents a tangled, delicious mess. The alpha’s knot no longer inside him, but their bodies were still intimately pressed together. He gently extracted himself, careful not to wake him, and slipped out of bed.

He dressed quickly, then returned to the bed, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin’s forehead. "Time to wake up, angel," Jeongguk whispered, his fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Breakfast."

Jimin stirred, a soft groan escaping him, his eyes fluttering open. A sleepy smile touched his lips as he looked up at his alpha. His cherry blossom scent was soft and happy, still carrying the faint musk of their lovemaking.

They walked downstairs together, Jimin leaning slightly into Jeongguk’s side, his movements a bit slow and careful. As they entered the kitchen all conversation ceased as five pairs of eyes immediately locked onto them.

The silence lasted exactly three seconds.

Then, Taehyung, ever the instigator, broke it. “You do remember I was supposed to sleep in that room, right?" he asked, eyebrow arched as he leaned back in his chair, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth. "Because I’m pretty sure the 'noises' I heard through the wall weren't you guys playing board games."

Jimin’s cheeks flushed a deep, embarrassed crimson. He ducked his head, hiding his smile in the collar of his sweater.

Jeongguk, however, just let out a deep laugh. He pulled out a chair for Jimin and sat him down, then grabbed a plate and began piling it high with food. "That’s what you get for scolding my omega during the game, hyung. Consider it your final punishment."

The table erupted into laughter.

"Seriously though," Seokjin exclaimed, his honeycomb scent suddenly exasperated. "Keep it down next time. I’m on the same floor, and I have very sensitive ears. I don't need to hear about 'knots' while I’m trying to dream about world peace."

"And what about me?" Taehyung retorted, looking at Seokjin. "I had to listen to you snoring all night because I fled their room as soon as I went up to it!”

“Well if they weren’t so loud I wouldn’t have been so tired after getting no sleep”

“I should’ve just stayed on the ground floor with the others."

"Don't look at us," Namjoon said, rubbing his eyes. "I slept in the attic room right next to them. I already have trouble sleeping as it is, but after ten minutes of... whatever was happening in there... I had to go crawl in with Yoongi-hyung downstairs."

"And I was still hearing them faintly," Yoongi added, though a small, fond smile played on his lips.

Another wave of laughter swept through the room, even Jimin, his face still flushed, couldn't help but let out a small giggle.

"You're all just jealous," Jeongguk teased, sliding the full plate in front of Jimin. He sat down and pulled Jimin onto his lap, his arms wrapping securely around the omega’s waist.

Jimin leaned back against his Alpha’s chest, the scent of the forest and chocolate grounding him as he took a bite of hotteok.

"Eat up, angel," Jeongguk whispered, his voice full of warmth and a possessiveness that had softened into pure, absolute love. "We have more games to play today."

"And no more net-touching arguments," Jimin added, his eyes sparkling.

"I make no promises," Taehyung called out, but he was smiling as he reached for the coffee pot.

The tension of the trip finally replaced by the easy, enduring bond of seven friends who were, in every sense that mattered, a family.