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Snow dusted the streets like powdered sugar over liquorice and fudge. Soft, pale and delicate like he was. Kookie had wished upon a star for a white Winter, snow was always something that calmed him in the busy run up to Christmas. Keopi-Keopi always got super busy around this time too. And big crowds meant hordes of flirty Alphas, looking to bed a sweet omega that could keep them warm on those chilly evenings.
However, his brother Seokjin wasn’t the typical type of omega. He took no prisoners when it came to his staff, tacking a sign onto the counter that read: ‘Omegas are friends not food’. Kookie giggled when he stomped into the back room after, his red marker and Sellotape in hand. He knew the sign was made mainly for his own benefit. Alphas loved Jungkook.
He was young, shy, uncommonly pretty. And his scent was highly alluring. Strawberries and cream… fresh, sweet and indulgent. Despite his best efforts to keep himself small, they were always sent into a frenzy.
The problem was, when Kookie said he was shy, he meant painfully shy, blushing through every conversation and avoiding eye contact at all costs.
He talked in tiny font, his voice cracking if he spoke in anything above a murmur. So usually, Jin took the orders and Kookie prepared them.
There were those few occasions however where it couldn’t be helped, and Kookie had to gather his courage and serve the customer. Today was one of those days, only today was different.
When the little copper bell sounded at the counter, Kookie didn’t even turn to check, assuming like always Jin or one of the Betas would take it. But three rings and a disgruntled mumble later and Jungkook finally turned from the espresso machine and was met by smouldering obsidian eyes and a wave of scent. Mint chocolate and cigarettes, for the first time since he presented Kookie felt the overwhelming urge to move into it.
The guy cocked a brow. “Finally noticed, huh? Took your damn time.”
An elbow to his ribs had the snappy alpha growling. “Don’t be rude, Yoongi.” Kind eyes were then turned upon him too. “Hey Kookie… can we have a caramel macchiato and a black coffee, please? Imma go surprise my omega!”
Kim Namjoon; Seokjin’s boyfriend and possibly the sweetest alpha Jungkook had ever met.
Kookie dipped his head and nodded, Namjoon ducking under the hatch and disappearing into the backroom where Jin was taking deliveries. “It’s Hyung to you, you shit.” Yoongi mumbled, slipping off his leather jacket to reveal a black t-shirt and even more of his porcelain skin.
He tossed it over the back of the nearest vacant sofa and when Kookie glanced up briefly, Yoongi’s brow was cocked, his expression one of morbid curiosity. “Aren’t you people supposed to speak or something.”
Kookie blushed from his neck to the tips of his ears, under Yoongi’s intense and calculating gaze, he felt so small. Though he was sure he was an inch or two taller than the alpha. Yoongi huffed a sarcastic laugh as Kookie poured the caramel sauce atop the macchiato. “Figures…the pretty ones never do tend to have brains with all that beauty.”
Kookie didn’t know why it hurt so much. But almost immediately his eyes were filling with tears. He turned away quickly, to get the black coffee, straining to hide his red rimmed eyes. “Are you blushing?” the alpha drawled, and Kookie could hear the smirk in his voice. When he didn’t answer, Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Well, I aint sucking your dick if I don’t know your name.”
Kookie flinched, his hand batting the coffee cup and the molten liquid burning the tips of his fingers. He yelped as the mug crashed and shattered on the floor.
“Jungkookie?!” Seokjin breathed, rushing out the back and cupping his palms. “Aish, your fingers…what did you…are you crying?”
With rosy cheeks and watery eyes, Kookie nodded. “I’m sorry about the cup.” he whispered.
“Don’t worry about that, little one.” Jin soothed. “Go run your hands under the taps.”
“What did you do…” Namjoon hissed to Yoongi as Kookie moved down the aisle to the sinks.
“Absoloutley nothing.” Yoongi mumbled. “I merely suggested his silence was a lack of anything intelligent to say and when he started to blush, I simply let him know I like to know the name of the person the dick is attached to while I suck it.”
“You’re an asshole.” Seokjin spat.
“Why? I would be much more of an asshole if I sucked his dick and didn’t know his name.”
“He has chronic social anxiety you complete ass-butt!” the elder omega shoved Yoongi away from the counter. “He finds it hard enough to be around Alphas as it is, without a prick like you calling him dumb and treating him like a piece of meat.”
There was only silence that followed and Kookie sniffled, dabbing his under-eyes with his sweater sleeve.
“You should’ve told me.” Yoongi murmured in Namjoon’s direction.
“Maybe you should just treat people better, Hyung.” he huffed. “Why are you like this… you’re so much better than all this tough cookie bullshit.”
Yoongi said nothing, but Kookie chanced a glance his way, when their eyes met, there was a flicker of something behind those steel walls. A softness, maybe a little guilt. But he turned away quickly.
“I’m going for a smoke.” he grumbled, sloping off toward the sofas by the window.
“Aish…” Jin bit. “You need to have a word with him!”
“I will.” the alpha promised pressing a quick kiss to Seokjin’s full lips. “Save a cookie for me.”
Kookie wiggled his fingers under the faucet a little longer, his brother coming to his side with his soothing vanilla/rose scent and rubbing his shoulder. “Don’t mind him, he’s notorious for having a stick up his ass…”
There was a beat, and Kookie shut off the tap before he turned his eyes to his Hyung, wide, red rimmed and befuddled. “I…I really liked his scent.”
Jin’s eyes shot open. “What?”
It wasn’t necessarily an admission of sexual attraction to admit that he’d taken a liking to an alphas scent. Many people like the scents of their mother’s or father’s, siblings or friends. But Jungkook was incredibly sensitive when it came to smell, he couldn’t even be around Namjoon or Jin’s best friend Hoseok for too long, it always ended in a migraine.
There were a grand total of five people in his life of whom he could comfortably spend time with. His parents, his brother and his two best friends Jimin and Taehyung. Of course Jimin was an Omega, and so the scent was much easier for him to stomach. Taehyung however, he was an alpha and he had a much harder time acclimatising to him. It had taken years.
So to say that this was a rare occurrence was an understatement. “Yah…of all the scents that you would finally like, you pick a guy who made you cry the moment you met him.”
“I didn’t say I like him!” Kookie whined, he shrugged. “I just said I liked his scent.”
“Ah, I can’t belive you…” the elder sighed. “Look after those burns and use plasters. Namjoonie will talk to him.”
Kookie nodded. Through the window, he saw Yoongi wrapped tight in his leather jacket, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers as Namjoon murmured to him with no avail.
The omega could admit that objectively, Yoongi was handsome. Puckered lips, sleepy eyes, a dark mop of hair. And his body was lithe with lean muscle. He was small for an alpha, but his presence, his voice and his gaze more than made up for it.
Jungkook shook himself out of his reverie and reached for the first aid box. He was probably nothing but a dumb omega to the infamous alpha.
/
Kookie left his History of Art class the next day to a pink post-it note tacked to his locker.
Look after your fingers.
His brows furrowed, he twisted out his combination and opened his locker to find two pink bunny plaster’s placed his plush lavender-coloured hoodie. He smiled. “Ah, Jin-Hyung…”
His thumb passed over the ‘ears’ of the plasters and he smiled before pocketing them. It was times like this he felt truly loved.
/
Keopi-Keopi was reasonably empty when Kookie arrived at 12pm for his shift. Just two Beta girls and a small group of Omegas. He wrapped his apron around his tapered waist and started with cleaning out the smoothie machine.
Three hours in and not much had happened. An alpha had slipped him his number and Jungkook had blushed and piled it with the others for Seokjin to throw out (he didn’t have the heart to do it himself). But other than that, Kookie just sat at the counter and stared out of the fogged-up windows at the snow, dreaming of the moment he could return home and curl up with a good book.
The bell on the door pinged at 5:12pm, while Kookie was scrubbing the filter tray. He didn’t pay it much mind until a gust of mint-chocolate blew his way on the wind, and he straightened up so quickly that he smashed his head on the leavers.
“Aish…watch your head.”
That crushed velvet voice was undeniable. Rubbing his head and blinking away a concussion, Min Yoongi finally came into focus before Kookie’s eyes.
The elder blinked once under long, dark lashes and turned his face away. “I was wondering if Namjoon was around.”
Kookie shook his head. “My brother has the day off, he…they’re um…”
“Probably fucking.” Yoongi sighed. “Horny little shits.”
Before he could stop it, a giggle bubbled from Kookie’s throat. Yoongi blinked, surprised, but as Kookie covered his mouth, he thought he saw the ghost of a smile play on Yoongi’s lips. It was quite pretty…
For a while, they stood awkwardly in the silence, as if they were both trapped in the honey of a fleeting moment that neither could quite walk away from. When they both finally plucked up the courage to speak, it happened to be at the exact same time.
“Are you- “
“Black coffee?”
Yoongi cocked his head. “Huh?”
“That-that’s your coffee order right? Would you like one?”
Yoongi hummed, that phantom smile coaxed back to his lips. “Actually, I was the caramel macchiato.” Kookie’s cheeks were yet again dusted with rose. Yoongi huffed a laugh, much less malice there this time. “I like sweet things.”
Kookie didn’t dare to look up. “Caramel macchiato coming up.”
Though Yoongi left Kookie to make the coffee in silence this time, the omega could feel his eyes follow him. It wasn’t necessarily an unwelcome feeling, but it was intense. As Kookie placed the top on Yoongi’s coffee, the alpha spoke in that seductive, silky voice that directly opposed the words that spilled from his lips. “You should really stay away from me.”
Kookie turned to him slowly. He placed the coffee down in front of him. “Why?”
Yoongi clasped his coffee cup in his hands and shrugged. “I’m not a good person.”
Kookie tilted his head, eyes soft, wide and sparkling with a gloomy sort of wonder. “I think it’s sad.” he whispered. “That you’re okay with not being a good person.”
“I’m not, I’m not okay…”
The silence that followed was a loud one, so many questions whizzing through Kookie’s mind that he couldn’t settle on just one. It was Yoongi who spoke again. Eyes caught on his bunny plastered fingers. “I knew they’d look cute on you.”
“H-Hyung… did you…”
“I need to find Namjoon.” he breathed, throwing down too much money and taking his macchiato with him.
Kookie was left in the aftermath, almost shell shocked, his thumb petting the ears of his bunny plasters.
/
Kookie didn’t see Yoongi for another week, and when he regaled the events of that day at Keopi-Keopi, Tae and Jimin waggled their brows and gave him the look.
Kookie rolled his eyes. “What?”
“Oh, our little one…” Jimin murmured, his chin cupped in his hands on the counter.
“I’m taller than you…”
“He’s playing hard to get.”
“Why would he do that?”
Tae shrugged. “No idea, the second I knew I liked Jiminie I just told him.”
“Mm and when we both knew we liked Hobi too, we hijacked his hip-hop class and basically screamed it at him.” Jimin chuckled. “His poor little ears nearly broke.”
“But Yoongi is a different kinda alpha. There’s very little aggression or possessiveness when it comes to ‘claiming’ omegas.” Tae pointed out. “And besides, I know a lot of omegas who dislike the sweetness of his scent.”
“Yeah, we tend to like stronger, earthier smells.” Jimin agreed.
“I think he smells nice.”
At Kookie’s admission, the youngest was met by a spray of iced latte, propelled from Taehyungs lips. Luckily he managed to cover his face with his arm just in time. “Taeeee, gross!”
“Wait-wait-wait!” Jimin cut in. “You like Yoongi’s scent.”
Kookie ducked his head and scratched the back of his neck. “Hyungie…you’re being too loud.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he soothed. “But it’s just…this is huge for you Kookie. You barely just got used to having Tae around.”
“I was highly offended for a good while.”
Kookie sighed. “I-I dunno why I like it. I just do. Even that time he made me cry I…”
Tae dropped his croissant, his voice dipping at least four octaves reminding his friends heartily of the alpha in him. “He fucking what.”
“Hyuuuung.” Kookie whined. “It’s fine. Namjoonie-Hyung already talked to him, he was nice last time we met, remember? He even left these cute little bunnies for me…” he wiggled his fingers, chuckling as their ears twitched.
“If he was so sweet to you, why would he warn you away hours later?” Jimin wondered.
Kookies eyes wandered over to the window, a frosty scene framed by fairy lights. It was really pretty, but Kookie selfishly wished to see Yoongi there. Which was crazy talk. He’d met him a grand total of twice and already he craved his presence. It baffled him how any omega before him had resisted baring their neck to Min Yoongi.
Because when Kookie looked into his eyes, his saw a lost soul behind thickened walls. To him those walls were less iron than they were bullet proof glass. Maybe they were foggy and mottled from mountain ash, but he could still vaguely make out the person behind them, he just couldn’t reach him yet.
But he wanted to. He really did.
/
The next evening; ten minutes before they closed, the door burst open and with the snowstorm came Min Yoongi, snowflakes melting in his hair. The crash of the door against the wall made Kookie jolt, already wrapped up in his scarf and coat, ready for the drive home. But his surprise was almost immediately eclipsed by his concern, as the alpha slumped against the door frame like a rag doll.
Both Lucas and Mark looked on at each other with orbed eyes, but Kookie immediately ducked under the hatch. “Hyung?”
As Kookie neared him, Yoongi lifted those dark eyes, his usually crisp, rich scent was cut with something sour like wine. “Aigo, Jungkookie…” he slurred a smile curving his lips. “Pretty-pretty boy. I think I need coffee.”
“I think so too.” Kookie whispered, flush painting his cheeks at the small, but not undetected compliment. “Let’s get you sat down, yeah? Uh…Lucas?” The younger blinked like a deer in headlights as Kookie wrapped an arm around Yoongi’s trim waist. “Can we have a caramel macchiato please?”
Lucas nodded as Kookie helped Yoongi slump into a nearby booth, his dark hair beginning to curl at the ends. Jungkook combed it back from his eyes, earning a softened gazed from the elder. “You’re so pretty Jungkook.” he mumbled.
“Aish, you’re drunk.” Kookie murmured, covering his face.
“I mean it,” he whispered, lips pushed out in a pout. “I wish I could kiss you. I just wanna kiss you, but I don’t deserve your pretty bunny kisses.” Yoongi’s pointer finger tapped at Kookie’s soft lips. “Too special…”
The response was caught in Kookie’s throat, but thankfully, in that moment, Lucas arrived on the scene with the macchiato in hand. Kookie mouthed his bashful little ‘thank you’ and Lucas scurried away. “Here… come on, sip this carefully.”
Yoongi let the younger lift his head and nuzzled adorably into his palm before taking the first sip. The gesture had Kookie’s heart leaping.
However, rather than pepping Yoongi up or sobering him completely, the coffee along with Kookie’s proximity just seemed to turn him to slush.
Warm, sleepy and jellified with the younger sighing down at him. “Let’s just get you home huh, Hyung?”
“Mhm. M’kay.”
“Cute.” Kookie whispered. “Um…Hyungie?”
“I’ll lock up!” Mark laughed from behind the counter. “You take care of sappy pants.”
“I’ll have you know…” Yoongi hiccupped.
“Alright, alright. Home-time for you.”
With his arm slung around Kookie’s neck, Yoongi mumbled nonsense into Kookie’s shoulder, only a few words were decipherable from the flurry: ‘precious’ ‘Kookie’ ‘bunny’, all of which had him pinker than a stick of candyfloss.
But somehow he managed to bundle the elder into his car, even with his scent sending him into a daze. He clicked his seatbelt into place before reaching over and securing Yoongi’s. “Aren’t I supposed to be looking after you like this?” Yoongi whispered.
“Wh-what do you mean.”
Yoongi shook his head before letting it loll to the other side. “Never mind.”
Kookie blinked slowly. “Okay…um, the car should warm up soon, you live in Namjoonie’s apartment block right?”
The elder nodded, and with no further response, Kookie took off, with nothing but the mellow melody of some ballad bristled through the radio waves.
/
The nearer to his apartment Yoongi got, the more sober and stony he seemed and when they pulled up outside, Kookie reaching to unbuckle his belt, he swatted his hands away testily. “I can do it myself.”
Kookie nodded as the click of the seatbelt sounded in the silent car. “Sorry…”
Yoongi sighed, his head rolled back against the head rest. “So, what now? We gonna fuck in the car or in my bed?”
Something cold washed over Kookie, like Yoongi had doused him in a bucket of ice. “Excuse me?”
“Well you drove me back here right?”
Kookie was offended. For the first time in a long while, he felt a physical anger bubble like molten rock in his gut. “Is that why you came to Keopi-Keopi, Yoong-issi? You wanted an easy fuck?”
Yoongi said nothing, his intense eyes narrowed as they gazed out into the white out.
Kookie shook his head. “Get out of my car.”
“I don’t get why you’re being so pissy with me…” he drawled, plucking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it deftly between his puckered lips.
“Aish.” Kookie rolled down the window, snatched the stick from his mouth and threw it to the virgin snow.
“What the fuck, Jungkook!” Yoongi snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“What’s wrong with me,” the younger exclaimed. “You came into my work wasted, threw yourself all over me, then you assume you’re allowed to fuck me like some cheap whore in the back of my car just because I did the right thing and took you home. Who even…” he struggles with his words for a moment, his brows knitted together. “What heartless type of prick DOES that? Is every alpha in Seoul under the impression an omega is just some cold emotionless sex doll they get to play around with when the rutt comes in? Do you even give a fuck about anyone but yourself, Yoongi?! Do you have no respect for me at all? Where is your shame? I mean what would your MOTHER think if she saw you right now?”
Suddenly, with a sharp turn, Yoongi jolted his head toward him. And what took Kookie aback was the pain, raw and unmasked that riddled every beautifully carved feature of his face. Two fat tears rolled down his cheeks like rain drops through the snow and the rest clung to his bottom lashes, threatening to break banks and flood his entire face.
“My mother’s dead.” he murmured. Like a knife to his heart, Kookie felt the physical blow of his admission, the breath stolen from his lungs.
“Y-Yoongi…”
“My mother died in a car crash; it was three years ago today…” he whispered. “I came to the shop because…because I thought I could handle it on my own, but I couldn’t. So I drank enough wine to calm my nerves and the first person I thought of was you. I didn’t come because I wanted to fuck you… not that you’re not beautiful; you are. But I just… I guess everything comes at a price, right? You wouldn’t just be nice to me for no reason. Joon is like a brother to me, we go way back, but you hardly know me at all and I told you; I’m no good for you. So I thought; fine, I’ll give him the one thing I know I have to give in exchange for all his kindness. I’ll give him my body.”
A short silence followed, and Kookie watched the elder sniffle, rubbing his pink tipped nosed on his sleeve. “I don’t believe for a second that’s all you have to give me, Hyung.” he sighed, earning a flutter of lashes as he thumbed another tear from his under-eyes carefully. “It’s getting cold, let’s go inside.”
Yoongi nodded, still a little dazed from the wine, but they braved the storm together, they made it up to Yoongi’s room in a thawed-out silence.
/
The rush of the shower was as oddly comforting as it was strange. He imagined this was how Seokjin felt, waiting at his best friend’s door at the age of fifteen before their first ever date. But Yoongi wasn’t his at all. Or not that he knew of? All the signals were mixed and all the wires were crossed. All he knew for sure was that Yoongi needed him right now. Had chosen his as the shoulder to lay his weary head.
He would do his best for him. He would do his best with all he had.
The shower cut off and the beat of his heart gained velocity. Yoongi slipped through the bathroom door in nothing but sweatpants, droplets of water still tumbling in rivers down the skin of his neck and his chest. He caught Kookie’s orb-like eyes and pressed his lips in a thin line. “You stayed.”
“I told you I would.” Kookie rose from the bed and tentatively took the towel from the elder, looking up at him under his lashes. “Aish, c’mere. Your hair is still soaked,” he whispered, ruffling his locks tenderly with said towel. “You’ll catch a cold in this weather.”
The softest, lowest sound rumbled from the back of Yoongi’s throat, sending goose-bumps in fields down Kookie’s arms. Aish, he smelt so good all warm and snug like this... “Jungkook?”
The way the word slipped from the tip of his tongue had Kookie’s knees almost buckling. It was overwhelming, but he couldn’t bring himself to break away. His hands slipped away from Yoongi’s head. “Y-yeah?”
“I’m…” he furrowed his brow through what was left of his drunk haze. “I’m not very good with words… but like… I could just use my hands? At least make the car trip worth it.”
“Stop…” Kookie placed his index finger against his lips. They were soft. “Just… answer me this? Do you feel at peace when I’m near you?” a beat, and then Yoongi nodded. “Then it’s worth it. I’m here because I was worried. When I’m near you…I’m okay. I don’t worry anymore.”
“But, I…”
“Hyungie, we both deserve more than a quick fuck tonight.”
In Yoongi’s silence, Kookie reached around him and slipped the towel in the hamper by the draws. “When’s the last time an omega held you? Properly.” Yoongi shook his head. “Never? Not even after your ruts?” another shake. “Hyungie. I… Come on, come. Come lay with me.”
He tugged gently at the elder’s palm, pulling him towards his bed and toeing back the sheets.
Kookie lay down first, sinking into the pillow and nuzzling his scent there for Yoongi to inhale. Then he opened his arms.
The Alpha hesitated at first. Kookie knew why. It was probably entirely too unfamiliar at first thought. But, after initial hesitation, he slumped. He crawled under the sheets and wrapped his limbs around the younger like ribbon. He almost purred as he nuzzled into his neck.
Kookie chuckled, beet red, flushed more from the thrill of it than anything. Of wrapping his arms around an Alpha and feeling strong and safe in one fell swoop. And when he felt the patter of tears against his neck, the shake of a sob against his chest, he wiped them away devotedly and tucked him back into the sweet-smelling crook.
It was stillness and scent that told Jungkook the alpha was finally asleep. The mint-chocolate settling and the cigarettes almost entirely faded. He liked it better without all that nicotine.
Carefully he slipped out from under him, pushing his fingers through his hair to settle him when he stirred. He tucked the covers around him and left him with a glass of water and a note:
My Number (if you want it)- 6789998212
Sleep well, Hyungie. Drink your water and call me if you need me.
Jungkook ^v^
PS. Not to preach…but you really should quit those cigarettes Hyungie, it’s so unhealthy and well… your scent is even nicer without the smoky smell. Please think about it. Text me?
/
Jungkook didn’t expect contact from Yoongi for at least another four days, never mind 8 hours after he left his dorm.
With Hobi, Tae and Jimin flirting and him looking on longingly, his phone buzzed on the studio floor. He frowned, a single line popping up over his bunny boy lock screen.
It’s Yoongi, are you in class today?
He unlocked his phone, eyes bright with excitement.
Mhm, modern dance until 12:30. Why?
He tapped the side of his phone impatiently as he awaited his response. Hobi perked up like a curious pup.
“Aigo, who has you all excited?”
“Noone!” he complained, pulling his phone close to his chest only for it to buzz right by his heart. He lifted it back a little, just so far that he could read it.
Meet me at Keopi-Keopi at 13:00?
“Ai! Noone my ass!” Hobi chuckled, nudging him with his toe. “You’re blushing.”
“Yah Jungkookie, is it your precious Yoongi-yah?”
“Yeah.”
The boldness of his response had them all startled, but he ignored it and typed his response.
Okay, but the coffee is on you this time. 😊
Aish, fine.
He giggled and looked back up to see the three lovers eyeing him curiously. “What?”
“Min Yoongi has you all confident, huh?” Jimin sighed serenely. “It’s so nice to see you like this Jungkookie.”
Kookie shrugged. “We’re not anything yet.”
“He’s something to you though.” Hobi murmured, his eyes starry with wonder. “I can see it all over your little face.”
“Aish, so nosey.” he mumbled under his breath.
“Make sure he knows how you feel for real.” Tae frowned. “And make sure he is honest with you about how he feels too.”
Kookie met his eyes, still dreamy eyed. “Huh?”
“Make sure what goes on between you is balanced and mutual.” Hobi insisted. “We don’t wanna see you hurt.”
“It’s okay.” he insisted. “He’s a lot different than you’d think. This…this is one of the few times my shyness helps me. I wouldn’t let anyone near unless I was completely sure.”
/
The storm had passed and the sun spangled over the settled snow. It glittered as it crunched under Kookie’s boots on the road up to Keopi-Keopi.
Yoongi was waiting for him at the door with his hood up and his head tilted back against the shop window. He was tired to be sure, but considering the amount of alcohol he consumed, he still looked unreasonably handsome. That pose exposed the smooth skin of his neck and highlighted the softened sharpness of his jawline.
He was so nice to look at, Kookie found himself being barged from the centre of the sidewalk by an impatient alpha. “Dumb fucking omegas.”
Kookie’s heart sunk, just as a shadow passed his eyes. When he looked up he was staring at the back of Yoongi’s head, the elder rumbling with a pent-up fury and the second alpha chalky with regret. “You talk to him like that again I’ll shave your kneecaps in your fucking sleep, do you hear me?”
“Yoongi, it’s okay.” Kookie murmured.
“No it fucking isn’t.” he growled as the alpha scurried away in silence. “HEY!”
Kookie sighed and stepped around him, every instinct telling him to just submit. But Yoongi was too worked up and that wouldn’t end well for him or the terrified alpha. He cupped the elder’s cheeks. “It’s fine. See? I’m okay, and he’s gone.”
Yoongi nodded reluctantly and butted his cheeks against either hand. “Let’s go inside.”
“Sure.”
/
Cooped in the corner, Jin plied them with coffee and then backed away with his eyes fixed firmly on Yoongi.
The elder snorted. “I dunno if you noticed, but I think your Hyung has a problem with me.”
“He’s my Hyung by five or so years.” Kookie shrugged, eyeing Yoongi over his tea. “He’s protective of me.”
“Hmm.”
Kookie placed his mug down on the coaster, the steam curling in tendrils over his face. “So…um, did you ask me here just to hang out.”
Yoongi swallowed, swirling his cookie in his coffee. “I wanted to thank you for staying with me the other night and…I wanted to ask you to not tell anyone what you saw.”
There was a pregnant pause before Kookie exhaled. “If you want that then of course…but honestly, I- I really liked the Yoongi I saw that night.” Yoongi raised a brow in a gloomy sort of curiosity. “He was sweet and open. That Yoongi was the first alpha I ever met that didn’t make me feel like I was weak.”
“I was scared.” Yoongi admitted, his voice so sudden and so deep it made Kookie flinch. “I… everytime I open up, I’m hurt. I was scared that you’d reject me in a weakened state. That you’d break me even more. But instead you…you taught me things that I never knew I still needed to learn. Nobody ever told me I deserved more than I gave myself before you came along.”
“Yeah well… nobody ever called me beautiful until you came along.”
Yoongi’s eyes were wide. “…How?”
Kookie shrugged. “They were too busy tryna get in my pants, I suppose.”
“Yeah well they can look somewhere else.” Kookie huffed a laugh and sipped his tea, Yoongi let his coffee cool in the cup. “Does it not bother you? That I’m not as ‘alpha’ as you thought?”
Kookie cocked his head. “You’re not?”
Yoongi scoffed. “Kookie, you saw me the other night.”
Kookie hummed swallowing the warm liquid and lowering his cup. “I did. I saw an alpha that had been strong for far too long. I saw a man brave enough to expose his entire soul to another, even with all the shame people had forced upon him.”
With adoration shining in his eyes, Yoongi spoke. “And you felt safe? With me? Even when I was like that?”
“I’d never felt safer in my life. I may be an omega, but I don’t need you to defend me, Hyungie. I felt safe because I knew that if you were brave enough to break like that in front of me, then I would never need to feel ashamed if I needed to do the same. So yes, I felt safe.”
Yoongi laughed a breathless laugh. A short puff of breath that was like gold dust to Kookie. He had the prettiest smile… “You’re something else Jeon Jungkook.”
The younger considered him carefully for a moment, the elders eyes caught in the sun and throwing off hues of the darkest honey. “Let’s get out of here.” Kookie whispered, pushing his empty mug away and picking up his woollen coat.
“Huh? Where?”
Kookie’s lips curved up in the glitteriest of smiles. “You trust me right?”
/
Naksan Beach was empty this time of year, by the time Kookie had pulled up their in his shitty 500’000 won car it was sunset, the sky was a vivid kind of peach to teal gradient… traveling upwards. The tide was calm after the storm, but the air was biting, the aircon really saving the day.
“Isn’t it a little cold for the beach?” Yoongi whispered. Kookie nodded excitedly.
“Way to cold. Which is perfect. Because nobody is here.” Almost immediately the younger was shrugging off his coat, unwinding his scarf and tossing them onto the back seat.
“What’re you doing…” the younger didn’t answer, what he did do was hook his fingers under the hem of his sweater and pull it up over his head. “Woah, woah! I thought you were against me fucking you in the back seat.”
Kookie, topless, blinked. “Who said that’s what was happening?” he giggled, all tickled pink. “We’re gonna run in together.” he whispered, nodding toward the sea.
Yoongi blanched. “I hope you’re fucking with me.”
Kookie pouted, his eyes the widest and the shiniest that Yoongi had ever seen them. “Please, Hyung! I read about this online! It’s good for bonding! And besides I have blankets in the back from when me and Hyung used to sleep in my car over summer break! And I’ll leave the heater on full blast!”
“Aish, Jungkook.” Yoongi groaned.
“We just run in and run out!” he promised. “We’ll keep each other warm too, right Hyungie?”
Yoongi sighed. “I can’t fucking belive I’m doing this.” he complained, shrugging off his leather jacket.
Soon they were both flushed and naked, bounding toward a cold ocean hand in hand. They hit the water with a gasp, it was like pins to their skin. But they didn’t stop until waist height. Then Yoongi gave in.
“Nah, fuck this.” he swept a squeaking Kookie up into his arms and waded back to the shore, sprinting with him back across the sand.
He placed the omega in his seat first, the younger pulling his door shut and reaching for the blankets, teeth a-chatter.
He wrapped Yoongi in another as soon as he slammed his own door and he instinctively pressed his cheek to his shoulder for warmth.
Huddled close, they sucked in breaths as the heater warmed them. For a while they watched the sunset, Kookie leaning forward and switching the station to somehing softer than the synth pop beat as the sun fell from the sky and the stars fluttered to life.
Some time between, Yoongi’s fingers found his way into Jungkook’s caramel coloured locks, his thumb caressing his temple. Kookie closed his eyes and whispered his name like a prayer. “Yoongi…”
“Yeah?”
“It doesn’t need to be me…but when you’re sad, please open up to someone. Anyone. What I saw that night, while it was brave and beautiful…it broke my heart. It’s hard for me too Hyung, to use my voice or to express myself in the way I wish I could. But it’s even harder to walk that road alone.”
There was a beat, then Yoongi’s long fingers cupped his chin, bringing his eyes up to his own. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t have to. Those walls were crumbling for Kookie by the second. And the aching adoration that drowned him was finally rushing out in waves. Yoongi lowered his lips and kissed him.
Just once Kookie thought… but Yoongi waited patiently, just centimetres between them. He was letting Kookie decide what happened next. In that moment he was empowering him in a way most omegas weren’t used to being empowered.
Romantically, sexually. Instead of being claimed, Kookie would claim him.
And he did. He surged forward, smashing their lips together. At first it was awkward and sloppy, but Yoongi steadied him. “Open your mouth?” he whispered. More a request than an order. When he went back in, Kookie complied happily, Yoongi’s tongue caressing his own.
Somehow, Kookie ended up in Yoongi’s lap, perched above him like the perfect angel, his blanket fallen to his waist. He pulled back, ever so slightly. “Can…” Kookie swallowed, beet red in the face. “Can we lay down i-in the back seat?”
Yoongi chuckled, combing the hair from his face. “Whatever you need baby boy.”
Jungkook’s lips were back on Yoongi’s as soon as he was settled ontop of him, needy, intimate, a little greedy, with just his blanket to cover their lower halves. Yoongi’s hands slipped down under the covers, caressing the pert globes of his ass. He whimpered, his back bowing, tearing his lips away.
“I’m sorry, I can stop…” Yoongi panted. “You just smell so fucking good.”
Kookie took the time to marvel at him, wet pink lips, glassy eyes and messy hair. He was probably in a similar state. “No… no don’t stop.”
“Kookie…”
“I mean it. I really want it Hyung, I really want you.” he pressed their foreheads together, making sure to look directly into those dark eyes.
Only then did Yoongi allow himself to touch him. Despite Kookie already being so wet it made him whimper, Yoongi insisted on opening him up with his fingers, groaning at the tight, slickness of the pull. The entire while Kookie rutted against him, their hardened cocks sliding together deliciously as the filthiest noises fell from Kookie’s pretty lips.
When they were both long ready, Yoongi let Kookie lower himself down, their hands tangled above Yoongi’s head. He threw his head back, lost in the most perfect sensation of being complete. Yoongi almost marked him then and there, he was thankful in that moment for Kookie’s hands holding his down.
“Fuck…Hyungie…oh my god…” Kookie whined, his pupils blown wide. Yoongi pushed himself up, brushing a butterfly kiss to his scent gland and then his shoulder. He rocked up into him so gently, but every nerve ending felt like a live wire, and Kookie knew he wouldn’t last long.
Yoongi steadily lost his composure, grunting and growling words of praise into his lovers ear. “Christ look at you. You’re so beautiful for me.”
He was propelling now, his hips hitting Kookie’s ass with sharp slaps and the car rocking with each fluid roll. Kookie held tight and bared his neck again on instinct, Yoongi biting down on his shoulder to keep control.
As the omega’s moans raised to the breathiest pitch, Yoongi felt him gush and tighten around him. His untouched cock twitching between them. “Oh baby…” he gasped. “I can feel you…mmm, you’re gonna cum right?”
Jungkook choked on a moan, his eyes rolling back, it took four more well placed thrusts and he was coming. The world went Winter white and the stars were even brighter behind his eyes. Yoongi kept on moving through his orgasm, his mouth agape and his eyes fixed on his lovers face.
Whining, spent, Kookie cupped his rounded cheeks. “Please… make me yours.”
Yoongi hit his high almost instantly, a guttural gasp of Kookie’s name and stuttering hips. He fell into his arms immediately after, face pressed into his chest.
They lay there for a good hour, still connected, their fingers exploring every dip and curve of each face and body. Eventually, they did pull apart, but only so Yoongi could clean the younger diligently with his tongue. And when he did, he had such a look of focused devotion that Kookie had to giggle through the whimpers.
Yoongi smiled in return. He rolled them onto their sides and pulled the covers up over their shoulders, pressing the sweetest kiss to his lovers forehead. “I’m sorry if it hurts…”
“I wouldn’t care if it did.”
/
Yoongi woke with the sun, Kookie nestled under his chin. He pulled away as the tide did… and he dressed quickly in the front seat, leaving Kookie tucked up all snug in the back. The younger only woke when they were halfway back to his apartment.
“Good morning.” Yoongi mumbled, meeting his gaze through the mirror. Kookie beamed, dipping his head sheepishly. He dressed to the soothing sounds of a Spanish guitar and clambered into the front seat at a traffic light.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off Yoongi, his profile backlit by the early morning sun like a halo. Each passing second, his heart swelled in his chest.
Yoongi’s eyes were puffy, his stubble was growing back in, and there was a nick on his top lip where he’d been too careless with the razor. He bet his breath was just as bad as his own right now… but Kookie would have kissed him a thousand times, breath be damned.
This was love, he realised. He was in love.
/
Jin knew what happened with Yoongi as soon as Yoongi dropped Kookie at work the next day. He pulled him by his wrist away from the prying ears of the customers and hissed.
“Did you have sex with Min Yoongi?”
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t you dare lie to me Jeon Jungkook! If the hickeys on your shoulder aren’t enough…” Kookie blushed and pulled his shirt up over the bruise. “You absoloutley reek of him too!”
“Do you have a problem with that?” Yoongi’s voice had snapped back to that drawl of disinterest.
Jin raised his brow in a challenge. “We’ll only have a problem if another tear falls from his eyes in your name.”
Yoongi nodded. “I assure you I learned my lesson the first time around. But your brother means more to me then I’d care to explain to you. And I won’t be staying away from him just because you said so. Also I’d appreciate it if you didn’t lecture him every time I’d been inside him, it’ll get tedious and it makes him feel uncomfortable.”
The silence that followed was one full of tension, and Kookie clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Um.. I’ll get started on the food orders.”
Kookie slipped away, leaving them in a stare down. It was broken seconds later when Yoongi raised his voice and called his name. “Jungkook?”
The younger lifted his gaze. “Y-yeah?”
“There’s a light show being held on campus. Tonight at six. You wanna go with me?”
Kookie nodded gently, pressing his lips together to hide the beaming smile that threatened to overwhelm him. “Okay.”
“I’ll pick you up after work.” he moved forward, planting a kiss on his lips over the counter. Just as the alpha’s fingers made contact with the door, Seokjin caught his wrist.
“I get that you’re falling for my brother. And maybe there could be something amazing between you that I didn’t first see. But still, alpha or not, if you hurt him… I’ll make you feel pain in ways you’ve never even imagined. Starting with those little jingle balls.”
Yoongi blinked. Then he nodded. “Fair enough, can I go?”
“Sure, wrap up warm!”
Yoongi shook his head as he left the shop. “A fucking maniac.”
/
The lights coloured Kookies eyes and skin like kaleidoscopes, throwing off rainbowed hues in pretty patterns. Yoongi could’ve never looked away even if he wanted to. Kookie caught on just seconds later, lost in a sea of iridescent stars.
He smiled; “What? What is it.”
“Can’t I just look at something pretty?”
Kookie smirked and turned back to the artificial winter scene. “You may, if you really think it’s pretty enough.”
“Is that Jeon Jungkook? With Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi’s back straightened as soon as the whisper of gossip was brought to his ears on the wind.
“Are they dating?”
“Yeah right! Yoongi is a notorious player, but Jungkook is totally a blushing virgin. Theres no way.”
Kookie moved directly into his lover’s eye-line, a hand on either of his trembling arms as they elders eyes darkened. “Hey, just breathe.”
“They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about, you- “
“They’re just curious…” he soothed.
“What is there to be curious about? You’re my omega and I’m your alpha. End of fucking story.”
They both let what he said sink in for a moment, then Yoongi spoke, panic clear in the shake of his voice. “N-Not that I’m assuming that you…I just…you don’t have to..”
“No…I like that. Your omega.” he smiled dreamily into the distance. “My alpha?” he murmured, turning his eyes back to his lover.
Yoongi smirked. “Yeah. Yours.”
To mark the occasion, Kookie gathered Yoongi’s lips between his own, the girls’ jaws dropping almost comically. Kookie hummed, so serenely content as Yoongi pressed their foreheads close. “Hey, I’m proud of you. You havent stopped for even one cigarette.”
“I quit.”
“Oh… why?”
“It didn’t solve anything.”
“Huh. Then what did?”
Yoongi caressed his cheek, thumb tracing the plumpness of his bottom lip. “Being honest with myself. And falling in love with you.”
So Kookie was right. Strawberries and cigarettes had become strawberries dipped in a peppermint creme. And this was love. Love was the jubilant crescendo that was blooming in his heart.
He thought he might get used to this.