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Assistant: Title: Echoes of the past
        Author: Anonymous undefined 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Two years into their perfect relationship, Yoongi can’t help but feel paranoid and suspicious over Jimin’s behaviour. He’s coming home late, smelling of strange alphas and ignoring Yoongi’s calls.He can’t help but wonder if it’s his karma for getting together with Jimin when he knew the omega was already in a relationship.
        Contents: Chapter 1
    

    


  

  
  
    
    
  Yoongi glances at his phone for the tenth time in an hour, his frown deepening as he wonders where his boyfriend is. His finger hovers over Jimin’s number, debating whether to call him. 
  
    Again
  
  .
 
  His previous three calls to the omega went unanswered.
 
  It’s already past ten o’clock, hours since Jimin told Yoongi to expect him home. It’s so unlike his usual behaviour that he can’t help but worry.
 
  Did something terrible happen? Should he call their friends? The police? Is he overreacting? Is he being 
  
    too much
  
  ?
 
  He worries his lip with his teeth, wondering what he should do, as he tries to keep his pheromones in check. He doesn’t want to keep calling Jimin and make his beautiful blond boyfriend think he’s keeping tabs on him.
 
  He 
  
    isn’t
  
  .
 
  He really does trust Jimin. Although they may not have had a… conventional start to their relationship, he knows his boyfriend adores him. Just as much as he does, in return.
 
  Yoongi forces himself to ignore the voice in the back of his mind, reminding him that it’s what he 
  
    deserves
  
  .
 
  His inner demons are interrupted by the sound of a key unlocking the front door of their apartment. Yoongi leaps up from his seat on their sofa, where he has spent the last few hours fretting. He rushes over to the entrance, almost falling over in relief when he sees his boyfriend there, appearing unharmed.
 
  “You’re back,” Yoongi breathes out. “Are you okay?”
 
  Jimin raises his eyebrows at him, slightly confused. “Of course I am. Why would you think otherwise?”
 
  Yoongi swallows, feeling embarrassed. “Y-you said you would be home early tonight. When you didn’t turn up, I got worried.”
 
  Jimin’s face softens in understanding, tone apologetic when he responds, “Hyung, I’m 
  
    so 
  
  sorry! I went out for drinks after work and completely forgot to let you know. It’s all my fault.”
 
  Yoongi smiles slightly as he shakes his head. “No, it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re unharmed and had a good time.”
 
  He wraps his arms around the dancer’s slim waist, silently marvelling at how perfectly he fits against his body. He buries his face in Jimin’s neck, nosing against his scent gland, breathing in his calming jasmine scent and letting go of all the tension in his body. Something feels so right when he smells his own pine scent mixing with Jimin’s. They compliment each other so well.
 
  He tries not to react to the unfamiliar scents he can pick up on his boyfriend’s clothes or skin. It’s probably 
  
    nothing
  
  , just some annoying alphas getting too close to his boyfriend at the bar Jimin was in. Yoongi can’t really blame him. There is just something so captivating about the omega.
 
  Jimin giggles, his hands automatically rising to comb through Yoongi’s hair, knowing how much he enjoys it. Yoongi leans into the omega’s touch for a moment, before pulling back and placing a kiss on Jimin’s lips.
 
  “Let’s get washed up and go to bed? Or are you hungry?”
 
  His omega nods with a grin on his face. “I’ve already eaten. Bed sounds amazing. Can we cuddle?”
 
  The alpha immediately nods, “Of course we can, baby.”
 
  With one last peck to the omega’s plump lips, Yoongi clasps his tiny hand into his own large one, gently leading him to the bathroom to wash up together. As they brush their teeth, their eyes keep meeting and they keep giggling over it.
 
  Maybe it’s childish, but the fact that their relationship is still the same two years after they met makes him feel giddy. Like it’s always new and 
  
    exciting
  
  . Passionate since day one.
 
  They settle into bed a few minutes later, with Yoongi wrapped around his omega, holding him tight. It isn’t entirely surprising when he feels Jimin push his ass back, grinding it against the alpha’s d@ck.
 
  Yoongi’s lips twitch as he starts moving his hips, rubbing his hardening d@ck against the omega’s perfect b@tt..
 
  When his omega starts whining, his scent sweetening with arousal, Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to reach for him, dipping down to find him already leaking slick.
 
  “So desperate for my knot, huh?” he teases, voice gruff.
 
  “Shut up and get inside,” Jimin moans as one finger enters him. It doesn't take long for the alpha to prep him, making it his mission to make him come at least twice.
 
  Yoongi eventually loses track of time when his boyfriend flips him over to ride him. Yoongi grips his hips tightly, his knot keeping them locked together when he comes. That’s exactly how they fall asleep. He drifts off, thanking fate for bringing their paths together two years ago.








  
    Two and a half years ago
  



  
    Yoongi is currently regretting all of his life’s decisions that have led him to this point. A Friday night, out with annoying friends in a crowded club, where the music is too loud and the pheromones that everyone is leaking are giving him a headache.
  
 
  
    He would much rather be at home, in his apartment, working in his studio. Although lately, even work hasn’t been the escape that it usually is. He's been feeling uninspired. Exhausted... Burnt out.
  
 
  
    It scares him, if he’s being completely honest. He’s only 23. He should be at his peak right now and not questioning whether he made the right choice when he decided to drop out of university.
  
 
  
    This is exactly the reason why he  agreed to this night out with his friends. (He had no real choice anyway, Jin would have turned up and dragged him out irregardless.)
  
 
  
    He’s perched on a stool at the table, wondering why they have such a large table for only three people.
  
 
  
    As if he can read his mind, Jin leans forward, lips close to Yoongi’s ear as he whispers, “Joonie has invited his latest boyfriend and his boyfriend’s friends. He’s excited to introduce this one to us, he says he’s the one.”
  
 
  
    Yoongi resists the urge to roll his eyes, not wanting to upset his oldest friend, Namjoon. It’s just that every boyfriend he has introduced to them has been the one. He just hopes this one doesn’t break his heart and run away with all of his money, like the last one.
  
 
  
    “Kookie should be here, finally,” Joon breaks out into a smile, as his eyes flicker over to the entrance, waiting for his special person. He must catch a glimpse of him, because he is off the stool in a second, weaving through the crowd, arms waving wildly.
  
 
  
    Yoongi sighs, taking a sip of his whiskey, welcoming the burn. He doesn’t remember the last time he had been interested in someone, far too long for someone who is in his prime. Maybe he should take the opportunity tonight to take someone home? Blow off some steam and, maybe, even find some inspiration for his music.
  
 
  
    He must have been lost in his thoughts for longer than he realised, because Namjoon suddenly reappears, arm wrapped around the shoulder of a young man who has an uncanny resemblance to a bunny rabbit.
  
 
  
    Cute, he thinks to himself, taking in the newcomer’s appearance. He’s tall and muscly, with tattoos and piercings. Looking the complete opposite of the omega stereotype. Exactly Namjoon’s type.
  
 
  
    “Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Jungkook. Kook-ah, these are my hyungs, Kim Seokjin and Min Yoongi.”
  
 
  
    Jungkook smiles at them, sweetly, as he bows, “Nice to meet you, Seokjin-ssi, Yoongi-ssi. I’ve heard a lot about you from Namjoon-hyung.”
  
 
  
    Yoongi snorts, nodding at the kid, “You too. Don’t believe a word he says, though.”
  
 
  
    Jin pipes up, “Yeah, Jungkook, you look like a good kid. Don’t let this one lead you astray.”
  
 
  
    The younger man turns to Namjoon, stars in his eyes. “Hyung wouldn’t, he’s the best.”
  
 
  
    When Namjoon lets out a little bashful giggle, burying his face in the omega’s scent gland, Yoongi catches Jin’s eyes, both of them grin at Joon’s uncharacteristic shyness. His nose wrinkles at the overwhelming pheromones coming from the pair. Jungkook’s vanilla mixes well with Namjoon’s sandalwood.
  
 
  
    The couple take a seat at their table, exchanging small talk with Yoongi and beta Seokjin. He doesn’t miss how the only omega glances towards the entrance every now and then, as if expecting someone.
  
 
  
    “Hyung, they’re almost here!” Jungkook beams in excitement, as he looks for, what he assumes, are his friends.
  
 
  
    That’s when the alpha’s gaze lands on the most beautiful person he has ever seen. He’s around Yoongi’s height, blond hair framing his face, making him look like an angel. A face most artists would kill to draw, to immortalise. His lips are pink and plump, kissable, Yoongi absentmindedly thinks to himself.
  
 
  
    He has an angelic aura, one Yoongi didn't expect would captivate him so much. His outfit, however, is anything but innocent. He looks… sinful. With black leather pants clinging to him like a second skin, and a tucked in sheer white blouse. It shows a hint of tattoo underneath that the alpha is desperate to see more of. He has cute, dangly earrings that soften his overall look.
  
 
  
    Yoongi is awestruck, it’s like everything fades away as he watches the man get closer to him. Like it’s completely silent. No music, no crowds.
  
 
  
    He looks exactly like the stereotypical omega. Not that Yoongi knows his actual subgender, he’s too far away for him to smell his scent. What he does know, though, is that he would give anything for a scrap of attention from this man.
  
 
  
    As the man gets closer, the producer’s palms start sweating. The siren stops in front of their table, grinning as he hugs Jungkook. He can vaguely hear introductions being made, but he can’t drag his eyes away from the man, who finally glances at him, brown eyes twinkling.
  
 
  
    Then his scent hits him. Jasmine. Omega.
  
 
  
    Mine.
  
 
  
    Yoongi feels his inner alpha fight for control, eyes momentarily flashing golden. ‘Mine. Mate. Mine. Mate.”
  
 
  
    It’s his inner alpha’s mantra, trying to force Yoongi to walk over to the blond omega and bite. Tying them together, forever.
  
 
  
    In all honesty, it terrifies Yoongi.
  
 
  
    He has always prided himself on never being one of those alphas. A knothead, he often hears them referred to in disgust. The alpha has always prided himself on being level headed. Not one easily swayed by a pretty little omega, no matter how nice their scents are.
  
 
  
    He never loses control of his inner alpha.
  
 
  
    "Why does this omega—standing so close, watching him with those wide, doe-like eyes—trigger such a visceral reaction in him?"
  
 
  
    Fortunately, mostly for the captivating omega, Yoongi somehow regains control of himself. The pain from his fingers digging into the table grounds him
  
 
  
    Luckily for him, no one seems to notice his struggle. Well, no one except the blond."
  
 
  
    “....this is Jimin-hyung.”
  
 
  
    Yoongi hasn’t been paying much attention to Namjoon’s boyfriend, but his metaphorical ears perk up at the omega’s name.
  
 
  
    Jimin.
  
 
  
    A pretty name for a pretty omega.
  
 
  
    All the alpha can manage is a small smile and a nod of the head as a greeting. Thankfully, it seems enough for Jimin, who seats himself opposite Yoongi, watching him curiously. The producer swallows, feeling almost naked under Jimin’s gaze.
  
 
  
    He almost falls over in relief when Jungkook breaks their trance, standing up and shouting, “Let’s get this party started, wooo!”
  
 
  
    Yoongi chuckles at his enthusiasm. He has no intention of joining them on the dancefloor, but when Jimin turns to face him and asks, “You coming, Yoongi-ssi?” It's like he’s not in control of his body anymore.
  
 
  
    He feels himself nodding, quietly trailing behind the omega leading them toward the edge of the dancefloor.
  
 
  
    Yoongi feels incredibly awkward, he just stands there, unsure what to do. He usually doesn’t do this, he doesn’t dance.
  
 
  
    Luckily, Jimin seems to notice his panic. He turns to him with a soft smile and steps closer to him, his scent is so potent that Yoongi almost feels drunk. “Don’t think too much, just feel the music,” he whispers.
  
 
  
    He forces his muscles to relax, shifting side to side. Clearly amused, Jimin places his hands on the producer’s hips, guiding him slightly. His touch burns, even through his clothing. He leans into Jimin’s hold.
  
 
  
    “Close your eyes,” Jimin’s pretty voice demands. Yoongi does, allowing his body to sway gently under the younger man’s command.
  
 
  
    He loses himself to the music. Loses sense of everything except the thud of the base, the warm pressure of the omega’s hands on his body. He feels free, in a way he hasn’t in a long time.
  
 
  
    “You’re doing so well,” the omega whispers into his ear, so close that Yoongi feels his breath against his skin, making him shiver. The hand resting on his waist slides lower, pressing into the small of his back, and forcing them even closer together.
  
 
  
    His eyes flutter open, he swallows, realizing just how close the blonde’s face is to his own. He wonders if he’s imagining the heat in the brown eyes that are boring into his soul.
  
 
  
    The air thickens, they somehow find themselves drifting closer. If he just leans forward slightly, less than a couple of inches, their lips will meet. It seems that Jimin has the same thought, his scent becomes almost overwhelming in its sweetness.
  
 
  
    “Hyung,” Jimin murmurs, eyes locked on the alpha’s lips.
  
 
  
    “Jimin-ah.” It’s surely too soon to be speaking casually, but it feels right. “Can I-”
  
 
  
    He doesn’t manage to finish his sentence, because he’s interrupted by Jungkook.
  
 
  
    “Jimin-hyung, there you are! I’ve been looking for you for ages! Taemin-hyung is here.”
  
 
  
    The blond omega appears stunned, eyes so wide that Yoongi wonders if it hurts. He takes a step away from the alpha, running a shaking hand through his soft hair. “I-I should go. It was nice meeting you, Yoongi-ssi.”
  
 
  
    It feels like a slap in the face, like Jimin is purposely distancing himself. And it shouldn’t feel that way, because they just met.
  
 
  
    “You too, Jim-”
  
 
  
    The omega doesn’t even wait for Yoongi to finish his goodbye before he’s off, weaving expertly through the crowd. The alpha turns to the maknae, mouth slightly open in shock.
  
 
  
    Jungkook appears to notice Yoongi’s confusion. “He’s Jimin-hyung’s boyfriend,” he explains.
  
 
  
    He has a boyfriend.
  
 
  
    Oh.
  
 
  
    Rubbing at the sudden ache in his chest, the alpha wonders if everything that happened before Jungkook’s arrival was all in his head.
  
 
  
    The thought hurts more than it should.
  




  present



  Yoongi is so busy working on an up-and-coming girl group’s debut album that he almost forgets about the incident with Jimin. He forgets all about his anxiety over Jimin’s tardiness. Forgets the foreign smell lingering on Jimin.
 
  Until it happens again.
 
  Yoongi sits at the dinner table, various dishes covering the surface. It’s their monthly date night. Even though they’re both busy, they always make time for this one night, both agreeing that spending romantic time together is important. Which is why Yoongi is frowning, glancing at his phone for the fifth time this hour.
 
  Jimin is late, he hasn’t rang or texted him to let him know not to expect him. Again, just like last time, another unanswered call adds to the growing void between them.
 
  Over an hour after Jimin was supposed to be back home, Yoongi gives up calling, blows the candles he had lit and picks up his chopsticks. He shovels down the meal he’d so carefully prepared—flavors dull, appetite vanished.
 
  With one last glance at Jimin’s untouched plate, Yoongi heads upstairs, throwing himself in bed and burying his face in the pillow. He breathes deep, inhales Jimin’s intoxicating scent, his eyelids drift closed as he tries to imagine the omega lying next to him.
 
  It works, his entire body relaxes. But then he  opens his eyes again, seeing the empty space next to him reminds him that Jimin is once again avoiding his calls.
 
  He swallows a lump in his throat and he wonders if this is what Taemin felt like. Wonders if this is payback for what he did to the other alpha. Someone once told Yoongi that what goes around, comes back around and as much as the alpha tries to convince himself that it’s not true, he can’t quite fully believe it now. 
 
  Yoongi falls into a restless sleep, tormented by quickly forgotten dreams. Arms slide around his waist—sudden, intimate—and a cold nose presses into his scent gland. Yoongi startles, body jerking as the realization dawns a heartbeat too late.
 
  “Jimin-ah,” Yoongi murmurs, voice thick with sleep. He doesn’t have the energy to reach for his phone, but from the dark sky outside,he can tell it’s way past midnight. Why is Jimin only just getting home? Did he go out again?
 
  “Shh, hyung, just go to sleep. I love you so
  
     much
  
  .” Jimin whispers, placing a gentle kiss on Yoongi’s lip before the pair drift off to sleep. The softly uttered words warm the alpha’s heart more than the bed covers do. It’s when Yoongi is on the edge of unconsciousness that the unknown scent registers in his nose, his body stiffening but not having time to do much more before he’s lulled asleep by Jimin’s rhythmic breathing.
 
  When Yoongi wakes up the next morning, he reaches out, wanting to cuddle his omega. Instead, all he finds are cold sheets and Jimin’s fading scent. Jimin never wakes before him, he always says that his favourite way to wake up is by Yoongi’s kisses
 
  Yoongi moves through his morning routine with a chill buried deep in his body, trailing him all the way to the kitchen. Sniffing at the scent of coffee, his lips curl up when he finds his to-go cup on the table, a sticky note attached.
 
  
    “Had to go to work early. See you later, love you, hyung.”
  
 
  It’s cute and so 
  
    Jimin
  
  , with his neat handwriting and silly little doodles of a kitten wearing sunglasses.Yoongi is unable to throw it away. Instead, he slips the note into the pocket of his jeans, already planning to add it to his secret collection of favourite notes from the omega. The one that he keeps at work so his boyfriend won’t find and tease him about.
 
  When he’s having a hard day at the studio, or just generally feels down or disheartened, he takes out the box and reads through them all. By the time he’s onto the last one, there’s a guaranteed smile on his face and his soul feels so much lighter.
 
  Later at the studio, his worries are quickly forgotten because he’s bombarded by his colleagues as soon as he walks through the door.
 
  
    “Congratulations, Suga-ssi!”
  
 
  
    “Hyung, I’m so happy for you.”
  
 
  
    Suga PD-nim, you deserve it! Congratulations!”
  
 
  Ah. It seems his promotion has been made official. Yoongi grins, he feels overwhelmed at how enthusiastic everyone is about his exciting new chapter. One of the senior producers had retired last month and had recommended Yoongi to take over his spot.
 
  When Yoongi had found out, he had been touched by that gesture. He’d immediately called Jimin to let him know the good news. His boyfriend was more excited than himself, he was going on and on about how incredible Yoongi is and that this was a sign that others are noticing all his hard work.
 
  He had felt like he was on top of the world. Everything was falling perfectly into place. His work finally had the recognition it deserved, and he had the most wonderful, supportive boyfriend known to mankind.
 
  When he had returned home later that night, it had been to a home cooked meal, a bottle of his favourite, far too expensive whiskey (present from Jimin) and a bed scattered with rose petals.
 
  His omega was far too romantic, not that Yoongi was complaining. He ended that night on a perfect note: buried deep in his boyfriend.
 
  Lost in memories of that day, he almost doesn’t hear the knocking on his studio door.
 
  “Come in,” he shouts, expecting to see a dimpled smile. Instead, he’s greeted by blond hair and the prettiest smile. “Jimin-ah!” he exclaims in surprise. “What are you doing here?”
 
  Jimin pouts, arms across his chest as he leans against the door frame “Am I not allowed to visit my devastatingly handsome boyfriend without a reason?”
 
  Yoongi shakes his head. “Of course you are. You know you can come whenever you want, your visits always improve my day.” He spins his chair, holding his arms out. As expected, the omega giggles before running over and throwing himself into Yoongi’s lap, peppering his face with kisses.
 
  “Mwah!” Jimin’s lips linger on Yoongi’s, both of them smiling into the kiss as they stare into each other’s eyes. Yoongi wraps his arm around Jimin’s waist, pulling him close to his chest. The omega sighs happily, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s. “Namjoon told me that your promotion was getting announced so I made sure to clear my schedule and come to support my boyfriend, who is the most wonderful, talented 
  
    and 
  
  handsome producer this world has ever seen before.”
 
  The omega’s eyes shine bright with sincerity and Yoongi once again wonders how he got so lucky.
 
  “I missed you.”
 
  Jimin rolls his eyes. “Hyung, you literally saw me less than twelve hours ago.”
 
  Yoongi pulls a face. “You weren’t there when I woke up.”
 
  The omega giggles, kissing the pout off of Yoongi’s face. “Who would have thought the big, scowly alpha would be so clingy, mn? I’m so honoured that I’m the only one who gets to see this side of you.”
 
  Yoongi’s answering smile doesn’t reach his eyes. He knows Jimin means it as a joke, but he can’t help but wonder if there’s a hint of truth in there. Is he too clingy? Does Jimin think that Yoongi is smothering him? Does he want space? Is 
  
    that 
  
  why he’s been coming home late and ignoring his calls?
 
  Jimin studies his face closely, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Hyung, are you okay?”
 
  In the two years that they’ve been dating, this is the first time that his boyfriend’s ability to read him so well makes him uncomfortable. What is Jimin seeing in Yoongi’s expression that he doesn’t know about? Can he tell how anxious and paranoid Yoongi has become?
 
  He really hopes not, because he knows Jimin will be devastated that Yoongi’s trust in him is wavering. 
  
    No
  
  . It’s not, he trusts his boyfriend.
 
  
    Really
  
  .
 
  As a way to avoid this conversation, Yoongi distracts his boyfriend in the way he knows best. A nip of his ear, kisses down his neck to his collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin. That’s all that it takes for the air to sweeten with the scent of Jimin’s slick. Fast forward and they’re both panting, trying to catch their breath as they wait for Yoongi’s knot to go down.
 
  He hadn’t meant to knot, but, sh@t, it was so good. Yoongi is sure that’s the best s@x they’ve ever had. It was frantic, Yoongi’s mostly fully dressed, his pants and boxers just shoved to his thighs, Jimin couldn't wait any longer to be impaled on Yoongi’s d@ck.
 
  Jimin had come untouched, something that rarely happens, and it made Yoongi lose control: the cries of pleasure as he clenched around the alpha’s c@ck forced Yoongi to pop a knot right then and there as his body shook with the strongest @rg@sm he’s ever had.
 
  He’s lucky they are already seated, because his legs feel so shaky. He would have fallen over if he had tried to stand.
 
  “F@ck,” he breathes out, catching the omega’s lips in a kiss.
 
  Eventually, Jimin pulls back for some much needed oxygen. “
  
    F@ck
  
  ,” he agrees with a grin, resting his head on Yoongi’s chest, fingers trailing the tattoos that cover his skin. Yoongi represses a shiver at the touch.
 
  Feeling needy, Yoongi tilts his head up, puckering his lips. Luckily he doesn’t have to wait too long before Jimin is kissing him once again.
 
  Over the two years they’ve been dating, they’ve shared many kisses, but not many can rival their first.





  
    A little over two years ago
  



  
    Yoongi stands at the cooker, gently stirring the ramyeon, resisting the urge to check the time again for the fifth time in ten minutes. He can’t help but worry though. It’s almost fifteen minutes after they planned to meet and Jimin is 
  
  never 
  
    late.
  
 
  
    Did something happen on the way? Is Jimin hurt?! Perhaps lying wounded in a ditch somewhere, calling out for help? Should he call someone? Maybe Taehyung or Jungkook or Taem-
  
 
  
    Yoongi immediately shakes his head, not wanting another reminder that the omega he is desperately and irrevocably in love with has a boyfriend. He’s not that much of a m@s@ch@st.
  
 
  
    He’s on the verge of working himself up into a complete panicked mess when his doorbell rings. He rushes  over and almost rips his door off its hinges in his haste to open it, Yoongi sighs in relief when he’s greeted by a grinning Jimin, looking beautifully windswept.
  
 
  
    “You’re late.” He tries to sound stern as he crosses his arms against his chest, but clearly it doesn’t work, if Jimin’s growing smile is anything to go by. The omega pouts, trying to look contrite.
  
 
  
    “Sorry, hyung, but I had to stop by the shop first and then the checkout line was 
  
  so 
  
    long! It took forever which made me miss my bus, so I had to wait for the next one. And 
  
  then
  
    , my phone battery died, so I couldn’t even text you!” he whines, all the words coming out in one breath.
  
 
  
    “I told you I could have just picked you up. Save all of the rushing around.”
  
 
  
    Jimin shakes his head in exasperation, they already had this argument countless times. “Hyunggg, don’t start this again or I won’t give you your present.” He holds a shopping bag up for Yoongi to see.
  
 
  
    Curiosity getting the better of him, Yoongi gives in, stepping to the side to let the younger man into his apartment. Jimin giggles, handing the bag to Yoongi. “Don’t look yet or I’ll be really mad!” he warns him, as he slides his shoes off, then slips into the duck slippers Yoongi had bought just for him.
  
 
  
    As if his threat would scare Yoongi.
  
 
  
    Yoongi joins Jimin in the kitchen, who is so at home in Yoongi’s apartment that he has already started dishing up their food.  They settle on the sofa, eating in comfortable silence as a drama plays as background noise. 
  
 
  
    Jimin nods at the bag. “I got you something, hyung.”
  
 
  
    Yoongi raises his eyebrows, opening the bag in curiosity. There he finds his favourite snack and bottle of his favourite whiskey. A small smile finds its way onto his face. “You know me too well, Jimin-ah.”
  
 
  
    The blond beams like he’s just been given the best compliment.
  
 
  
    In the past three months of knowing Jimin, they have become close friends. Surprisingly to Yoongi (and his friends, which is actually insulting), they just… 
  
  clicked
  
    . Their dynamic was different from anything he’s had with other friend’s before. They bickered, they argued, they teased each other. What they had was special. He didn’t rearrange plans for anyone else.
  
 
  
    He didn’t drop everything just from receiving a call from his other friends, unless it was an emergency. He didn’t look forward to their outings, counting down the days and hours until they would meet again.
  
 
  
    And yes, Yoongi sometimes wishes that the omega was single. Often has to force himself to look away from Jimin, not wanting to be caught staring at the man in awe yet again. Yoongi was slightly concerned about how frequently he had to fight with his inner alpha for control, refusing to comply with his demand to bite. To mate the omega so he would never leave them. It was especially difficult because Yoongi wanted that, he wanted Jimin to be his.
  
 
  
    He spends far too much time pondering what could have been if he had met the omega first. Would he have been interested in Yoongi? Would he have been friendzoned like he has now? Should Yoongi distance himself before his heartbreak becomes too much to bear?
  
 
  
    “Hyung?” Jimin’s voice breaks Yoongi from his thoughts. In the time he had been reminiscing, Jimin had poured them a drink, making himself comfortable on Yoongi's couch, a bowl of ramen placed in front of them both.
  
 
  
    Yoongi thanks Jimin, eagerly digging into his noodles until he glances up at the television and sees the opening credits for ‘The Notebook’, a loud groan escaping him. “Not again. This is the fifth time this month,” he whines, failing to hold back his smile at the omega's giggle.
  
 
  
    Jimin pouts at him. “But hyung, it's a classic. Please?”
  
 
  
    Yoongi, the weak man that he is, immediately concedes. He knows when he's been defeated. “Fine! I'm picking the next one though.”
  
 
  
    Jimin nods, squealing as he picks his chopsticks up, shifting close enough to Yoongi that the alpha can smell his happiness. His own pheromones betray his contentment.
  
 
  
    Yoongi pays more attention to Jimin than he does to the movie. He's obsessed with the way Jimin gasps, like it's his first time watching it. How he tears up at the same scene every time, the way his eyes sparkle when they finally kiss. The way his eyes flicker over to Yoongi, shaking his head in amusement when the alpha scoffs at the display of affection on the screen.
  
 
  
    When the movie ends (thankfully), Yoongi snorts at Jimin, who's wiping his eyes. “You've watched this so many times, how does it still make you cry?”
  
 
  
    Jimin twists his body to face Yoongi. “Hyung, don't you think it's romantic? Don't you want to experience that? To know there's someone who loves you so deeply?”
  
 
  
    Yoongi turns his head, breath catching in his throat when he finds the omega's face only inches away from his own. 
  
 
  
    He swallows, he's so close that he can see the freckles on Jimin’s nose. “I do want that. So much, Jimin-ah.” He doesn't reveal that he wants it with him, a taken man. 
  
 
  
    Their eyes meet and Yoongi can't look away. He's addicted to the feeling of Jimin’s gaze on him. He 
  
  craves
  
     it.
  
 
  
    Jimin's eyes flicker down to Yoongi’s lips. They suddenly feel too dry, so he wets them with his tongue, scent spiking as Jimin’s eyes follow the movement.
  
 
  
    Jimin meets his gaze once again, and his eyes are molten. Yoongi doesn't know who moves first, but the next moment, their lips are crashing together, hands gripping the other.
  
 
  
    It's everything Yoongi had dreamt about, yet somehow even better. In his wildest imagination, Jimin didn't sound as good as he did now, needy whimpers escaping him as his fingers cling to Yoongi's t-shirt.
  
 
  
    Somehow, Yoongi finds himself with a lap full of omega, the scent of slick filling the air, causing Yoongi to almost feel drunk.
  
 
  
    Their tongues brush against each other, Yoongi groans into the kiss as Jimin grinds down on his erection.
  
 
  
    Nothing has ever felt this good.
  
 
  
    His hands fall to the blonde’s waist, marvelling at how small it is. How delicate, yet powerful, he feels under Yoongi’s touch.
  
 
  
    “Jimin-ah,” he breaths out, pulling back from the kiss to catch his breath. The omega whines, immediately burying his face in Yoongi's scent gland, licking the sensitive skin.
  
 
  
    Yoongi’s head falls back, the pleasure so intense he feels close to the edge. Unable to help himself, he tightens his hold on Jimin’s wasit, thrusting his hips upwards, grinding his c@ck against Jimin.
  
 
  
    Jimin moans, his own hips responding as he rubs his ass against Yoongi’s c@ck, desperately wanting 
  
  more
  
    . Feeling needy, he takes hold of Yoongi’s large hand, tugging until it's resting on his d@ck, silently asking for his touch.
  
 
  
    Yoongi's eyes flash golden as he touches Jimin so intimately for the first time. Following his instinct, he wraps his fingers around Jimin’s erection, pumping him in time with the movement of his thrusts.
  
 
  
    “So close, hyung.”
  
 
  
    Spurred on by Jimin's whines and moans of pleasure, Yoongi pushes the omega’s underwear down, releasing his c@ck to jerk him off properly. He needs to see Jimin fall apart above him. He uses his thumb to gather some precum before using it to help the slide of his hand.
  
 
  
    It only takes three pumps before Jimin's c@ck is twitching, his hips f@ck@ng into Yoongi’s hold, spurting his come onto the alpha's hand and chest, his slick leaking through his pants and soaking Yoongi’s lap.
  
 
  
    Yoongi leans forward for a kiss but the silence is broken by Jimin's phone ringing. Both of them freeze, reality hitting them in the face as they realise what they've just done. They stare at each other in horror.
  
 
  
    It only takes one look at Jimin's expression to know who's calling. The omega's scent sours as he throws himself backwards, almost falling to the floor in his haste.
  
 
  
    Knowing Jimin is about to run away, Yoongi tries to stop him.
  
 
  
    “Jimin, wait!” Yoongi calls out, although it's useless as the omega doesn't hesitate as he dashes out of the alpha's apartment.
  
 
  
    Yoongi stands there for a long time, still covered in Jimin's slick and come, his own c@ck still aching from lack of release.
  
 
  
    What had they just done?
  






  Present



  Just like the last few times, Yoongi is perched on the couch, anxiously waiting for Jimin to return home. His grip on his phone is so tightly that his fingers start to hurt. He doesn’t let go though, focusing on the sting of pain, hoping that it will make him forget the ache in his chest.
 
  When Jimin stumbles through the door, the alpha immediately jumps up, already agitated as he makes his way over to his boyfriend.
 
  “Hyung,” the omega says with a grin. Yoongi softens, wondering if it’s just his insecurities acting up again, but then he feels the low growl building in his chest, his alpha tensing.
 
  His boyfriend smells like another alpha. Again.
 
  It’s the same scent that seems to linger on him everytime he comes home late. Everytime he seems to be too busy to take a second of his time to respond to Yoongi’s messages.
 
  He purposely glances away from the blond, knowing he’ll cave in to his sweet smiles and grabby hands if he doesn’t.
 
  “Are you cheating on me?”
 
  Yoongi doesn’t mean to blurt 
  
    that 
  
  out. Didn’t intend for his voice to come out so accusatory.
 
  The smile slides off of Jimin’s face, his scent souring with confusion. “H-hyung, of course not. Why would you think that?”
 
  It’s then that Jimin’s phone beeps, screen flashing as Jimin scrambles for it, quickly hiding it from Yoongi’s view as he reads the message, before sliding it back into his back pocket.
 
  Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat. His omega’s reaction makes him even more suspicious. “Was that him?”
 
  He sees the moment the blond decides to play dumb. A wide smile appears on his face as he steps closer. “It was just Taetae.”
 
  Yoongi huffs a laugh, but there’s no humor in it—just a tired, broken exhale. “Really? If it’s really from Taehyung, then show me the text.”
 
  The alpha knows he’s right when Jimin’s scent spikes in distress as he takes a step back. “Hyung, i-it’s not what you think. It’s–You’re right. It’s not from Taehyung, but it’s nothing bad I promise, okay? You believe me, right? Right?”
 
  He looks so earnest that Yoongi fights an internal battle. He wants to believe him, but how can he, especially knowing the omega is just lying to his face.
 
  “Jimin…”
 
  The blond makes a pained noise as he throws himself into Yoongi’s embrace, voice thick with tears as he pleads. “Hyung, you have to believe me. I would 
  
    never 
  
  cheat on you. I love you so much! I would never do anything to jeopardise our relationship.”
 
  The omega pulls away so their eyes meet, his expression is so desperate that Yoongi almost gives in and tells him he does believe him. But Yoongi is on the tipping point, feeling like he’s getting a taste of karma.
 
  “I’m sure that’s what you told Taemin when you used to come home after spending hours begging for my knot, too.”
 
  Yoongi doesn’t know where the cruel words come from, but they burst out of him, sharp with all the guilt and paranoia he’s been carrying for a long time.
 
  He regrets them the moment they leave his lips. Even before Jimin flinches like Yoongi had physically slapped him. Before he watches his omega’s heart break right in front of his eyes, the brown eyes that usually look at him so lovingly staring at him like he’s a stranger.
 
  “Baby, J-Jimin, hyung didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Hyung is sorry!”
 
  The alpha takes a step forward but the blond takes one back to put space between them.
 
  Jimin shakes his head, tears streaming down his face, “I think you did, hyung. How long have you been holding onto these words? Tell me–How long have they been eating at you?”
 
  The blond smiles, broken and wobbly, as he nods in understanding. “Of course, how can I blame you, when our relationship began the way it did? I was a fool to think you would ever 
  
    fully 
  
  trust me. This is my punishment for how I treated Taemin-hyung, I see that now. Maybe our relationship really was doomed from the start.”
 
  Yoongi’s heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of his chest. The elder is panicking, his inner alpha unsettled at how bitter their omega’s scent is. He needs to fix this, right now. Forcing his feet forward, Yoongi reaches out to touch the omega, to scent him and sooth him from his distress.
 
  Jimin refuses his touch though, high-pitched whine that causes Yoongi physical pain. “Hyung, I want you to know that–
  
    that
  
   I meant what I said. I would never 
  
    ever 
  
  replace you with someone else. There’s no one better than you.”
 
  His lips curl up. “I should clear this up right now, you don’t deserve to think something like this. The alpha, the one you can smell on me, it’s Taehyung’s brother. He’s an event planner, I’ve been meeting with him to plan a surprise party for your promotion. Here, look.”
 
  The blond holds his phone out to Yoongi, who takes it with a trembling hand. Through eyes blurred with tears, the alpha reads the conversation that Jimin had up on the screen. His heart breaks when he reads Jimin praise about him and how proud he is of Yoongi.
 
  He sniffles when Jimin brags about his accomplishments, about his promotion, about some of the songs he has produced which became hits.
 
  A tear rolls down his face when Jimin tells the alpha all of Yoongi’s favourite foods, so he can pass them along to the caterer.
 
  “J-Jimin,” he whispers, wanting to wipe the tears from the blonde’s face. How could he doubt him? Make his lover cry like this?
 
  The omega bites his lip. “Hyung, I think we should take a break. Decide where we go from here.”
 
  A sob escapes Yoongi, as he heads his head, pulling the blond into a hug and burying his face in his scent gland. “No, no, 
  
    no
  
  . Jimin, hyung didn’t mean it. Don’t do this, please, baby.”
 
  His boyfriend, Yoongi will not even think about the possibility that Jimin doesn’t want to be called that, runs a hand through the alpha’s hair, soothing him like he would a child. “Shhh, hyung. Just breathe, yeah?
  
     In, out, in out.
  
   Good. Just like that.”
 
  Yoongi breathes in Jimin’s jasmine scent, feeling his whole body relax as he times his breaths to Jimin’s voice. His arms wrap around the omega waist, holding him tightly. When Yoongi is finally calm, Jimin kisses the crown of his head before he pushes away the alpha’s arms.
 
  “Goodbye, hyung. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
 
  He doesn’t wait for Yoongi to respond, not even bothering to put his shoes on properly before he’s running out of their apartment, not pausing at Yoongi’s cries. “Jimin-ah, wait!”
 
  It’s as if all of the strength in his body dissipates with Jimin’s departure. His knees give out and he finds himself curled up in a ball, sobbing so much that he can barely breath. Yoongi doesn’t know how long he stays there, only reacting when he hears the sound of a key in the door.
 
  “Jimin-ah?” He forces himself to sit up, hope apparent in his voice as he pictures his boyfriend coming back and them making up, forgetting the harsh words that Yoongi has spewed out tonight.

   

  He doesn’t even need to see who the newcomer is for his hopes to be quickly dashed. That isn’t Jimin’s sweet scent. It’s his best friend, using his spare key that he has for an emergency. Yoongi isn’t sure if this would be classified as much, but he doesn’t have it in him to be snarky.
 
  Realising it’s been quiet for far too long, Yoongi glances over to find Seokjin watching him, eyes sad as he takes in his dongsaeng’s swollen, red-rimmed eyes. “Tae called, said Jimin is a mess and that I should probably head over to check in on you. What happened?”
 
  The alpha glances at his oldest friend. “Hyung,” he wails. “I f@ck@d up so bad. Jiminie 
  
    hates 
  
  me now!”
 
  Jin’s eyes widen at the unexpected show of emotion from his younger, emotionally stunted friend. He quickly removes his shoes before sliding down the wall, shuffling closer so Yoongi can rest his head in his lap, Jin’s hands carding through his hair. “There’s no way on this earth that Park Jimin would 
  
    ever 
  
  hate you, so don’t ever think that. Now, tell Jin-hyung what happened.”
 
  And so Yoongi does, relaying everything that had taken place over the past weeks. He explains how his insecurities had built and built until they had exploded earlier in the evening, potentially ruining their relationship.
 
  He isn’t looking at Jin, but he feels the other man wince when Yoongi tells him what he said about Jimin lying to Taemin.
 
  When Yoongi trails off, voice hoarse from crying, Jin sighs. “Listen, Yoongi-chi, you know I never approved of how yours and Jimin’s relationship began, but I do know this. That boy looks at you like the sun shines out of your ass.”
 
  Jin grins when Yoongi snorts in laughter.
 
  “He loves you, just as much as you love him. I don’t think he would ever even think of cheating on you, but I understand why you feel this way. You 
  
    can 
  
  fix this, but I really think you should sit down and tell him 
  
    everything
  
  . About your doubts, your insecurities. Maybe even try couple therapy. What I 
  
    do 
  
  know is that both of you deserve to be happy.”'
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