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yoongi rouses from a short, fitful sleep with his nose buried in his omega's still damp gown. despite the distress and anxiety over not being able to provide jimin more comfort than a simple fruit and a hickey,

the lingering scent of slick lets him wake up with a straining erection. he strokes himself impatiently, keen to leave for his workshop. it's still way too early, merely dawn. only the servants are up at this time, buzzing around everywhere so yoongi can't even
dare a quick visit to jimin's window. though even once the omega does rise, after breakfast he has duties to attend to all forenoon, then lunch, and sometimes a couple of things to do afterwards.
but the alpha can't help it. everything in him itching to be at the place he promised his omega as soon as possible. also, he plans to make good use of the following hours. last night provided him with a whole new set of inspiration for future works.
some of which will be just for himself, and others which he will have to sell in secret so that his landlord doesn't revoke his tenantship in a fit of ire over the displayed indecency.
ok, another thing i can't make my mind up about: did mimi get sick because of the rain or nah?
after washing up swiftly and absently tying the top layer of his hair back so it doesn't obscure his vision while working, yoongi almost wears the shirt he lend to jimin last night out of sheer instinct to surround himself with their mixed scents.
setting it down in favour of a different one takes deliberate muscle control. the hours crawl by between pages of cheap parchment filling up with charcoal scetches and casting glances out of the window in hopes of spotting his omega.
sunshine cascades from the cloudless sky, and the few times jimin's duties require his tiny form to leave a building, his finespun gown drapes him into an ethereal gleam so bright as if he is but aphrodite descended from mount olympus.
though it doesn't escape his sharp eyes how the younger carries an air of dreariness. there's no graceful bounce in his delicate steps, his small feet struggle to lift off the ground, and the gentle smiles he gifts everyone crossing his path are void of their usual easy shine.
yoongi sympathizes with how a caged tiger must feel. agitation churns in him like last night's thunderstorm migrated beneath his skin. continiously more minutes he spends prowling back and forth, creating paths in the stone dust left over from yesterday's work.
~ jimin barely makes it through lunch. fortunately no one pays him enough attention to notice. he gets complimented for the elegant drape of his gown, but it remains unobserved that after the first few tiny, forced bites his food stays untouched.
not the first time that the omega's invisibility beyond his status as his father's son comes as a convenience. mango sorbet for dessert. jimin doesn't even touch the spoon. with his last remaining strength he drags his uncooperative body towards yoongi's workshop,
where his legs give in the moment large, calloused hands grasp around his waist to lift him inside. all stress drains away. alpha will take care of him, strong and reliable and smelling like comfort and safety.
his facade breaks. face scrunching up, a hoarse whine scratching in his sore throat, immediately followed by a weak coughing fit. "shh, it's alright, little one. i've got you, alpha's got you. by the gods, you're burning up."
the deep rumbling from yoongi's chest and his soothing pheromones manage to dull the ache in jimin's head and joints to a bearable level for the first time today. if he'd any more strength left, he would cry tears of relief and gratitude over being taken care of so fiercly.
he barely remembered what that feels like.
only for the sake of his omega does yoongi not charge straight at jimin's father to tear him into shreds. even if his instincts would allow him to leave jimin's side he wouldn't be able to do so. not when the younger needs him so desperately.
but he wants to. by the gods, does he want to punish this ignorant old man for neglecting his precious son to the level of not even noticing when he's sick. jimin's small body lies in his arms limp as a ragdoll, vulnerable and trusting.
charcoal smudges stain his gown from the alpha's blackened fingertips. the first thing yoongi does after sitting down on his stool is make jimin drink a few gulps of water. with how hot it can become in here, he always has a cup and a full pitcher at the ready.
he doesn't stop rumbling and mumbling assurances and praises at the little omega, who soon sinks into exhausted slumber. for a while yoongi just gently rocks from side to side as if he were cradling a baby, lulling jimin further into sleep.
on the inside, he's calculating the best way to nurse his omega back to health. the gods will need to slay him before he leaves jimin in the care of people not paying him the attention he needs.
yoongi guesses they would care enough to make jimin presentable and fit for his duties again, but he needs and deserves more than that. once the alpha has a plan, he gets up and approaches the door, carefully positioning himself so the sleeping omega remains hidden
as long as he cracks the door open only slightly. he's blessed with luck. a group of pups plays a game of hopscotch in their ususal corner of the courtyard. yoongi whistles, and immediately a seven year old boy breaks away from his friends and bolts towards the workshop
on bare, nimble feet. before jungkook can crow his usual cheery greeting, yoongi holds a finger to his mouth. jimin appears deep asleep, though he doesn't want to risk more noise that the whistle.
jungkook comes to a stop in front of yoongi and stares up at him with huge, round eyes, almost visibly vibrating from curiosity. last year the pup carved himself a place at yoongi's side as his personal errand boy, outmatching the alpha's reluctance with
persistance and enthusiasm. and he's taken his job very seriously ever since. at the beginning he practically camped outside the workshop's door.
now it pays off to have someone unobtrusive who is loyal and devoted enough (for some strange reason) to trust with this delicate task.
"listen, googie. i need you to fetch some things for me." already the pup nods so eagerly that his tousled mob of black hair flops wildly atop his head. he must've caught the alpha's air of urgency, because he listens without any curious questions or cheeky remarks.
even though his nose twitches, clearly noticing another scent than only yoongi's seeping through the cracked door. as soon as yoongi completed his list, jungkook takes off swift as a busy bunny.
a smidgen of tension eases away now that the plan is set in motion. yoongi sits back on his stool and continues crooning soft nothings at the omega in his arms. jimin looks much more peaceful than before.
his breathing is slower and deeper, and his eyes no longer move rapidly beneath the delicate lids. "that's it, little one. you're safe now. i'll take good care of you." he strokes one thumb over the plump, feverish cheek that's not squished against his chest.
so ridiculously soft and easy to harm. "don't worry. alpha's here now." quick little knocks rap against the door. outside stands jungkook, barely peeking above the bundle of fabric he hugs with both arms.
"this is my sister's. she won't miss it because she's visiting our aunt out of town!" he's whisper-yelling. unable to contain his excitement over the completed challenge but remembering yoongi's warning to be quiet.
"thank you, googie. well done." the pup's eyes light up and he puffs out his chest in pride. like a miniature alpha being praised for a good hunt. yoongi will never understand why jungkook took such a liking to him.
"the rest i'll bring to your rooms, like you said!" and he's off again before the alpha can utter another word. the bedsheet works perfectly. soon jimin is a cute little cocoon in yoongi's arms, making him look even more like a baby.
some people still throw yoongi curious glances on his way to his rooms, but at least nobody recognizes who he's carrying.
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 ૮ ฅ₃ฅ ა
jimin comes to gradually. first there's the all-encompassing comfort of his alpha's scent. then, when he instinctively wants to purr, come the distinctly uncomfortable sensations of his own body. the throat which can't purr because it hurts too much,
the toasty warmth that really is feverish heat throbbing behind his eyes and temples. but at last there's the broad, rumbling torso he's lying upon, and the large hand soothingly stroking along his spine while another cups the back of his head.
"shh, don't try to use your throat. i got warm honey water for you, then it's going to feel better." obediently jimin lets himself get maneuvered into a vertical position while remaining plastered to yoongi's chest. the sense of safety is overwhelming.
never once does yoongi let go of him. not while helping the omega drink nor while feeding him with his bare hands, the latter of which making jimin so shy that he doesn't know what to do with himself.
and it becomes even worse upon the reveal that he 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 on the alpha and burdened yoongi with needing to conceal him in order to not get found out. the shame about being so useless and difficult momentarily overpowers the marvel of being in the alpha's den.
despite the honey water, jimin's throat scratches around whispered apologies. but no sooner did he barely finish speaking when yoongi's spiking scent cuts off his brittle voice. wide-eyed, jimin stares at the alpha who seems even more massive shrouded by the air of his anger.
sharp eyes narrowed dangerously and wild black strands falling around his face where they escaped the bun. but as intimidatingly threatening as he might look, jimin doesn't feel scared or in danger at all.
when yoongi's arm around his tiny waist pulls him tight against the alpha's chest, jimin's body goes easily. head tilting with a soft sigh upon a rough palm making him look up at the elder. ever since being a pup did he never feel this safe.
"you're not difficult or 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴." yoongi spits out the words with a disgusted snarl, sounding more feral than human. red spots flicker in the darkness of his irides. they smoulder a path of soothing warmth all the way down into the omega's belly.
"did he say that do you. did your father say those things to you, little one?" jimin softly shakes his head. "no, i the impression." with the way he's being treated, there's no need for someone to voice it explicitly.
"still, he deserves to go to the crows for even giving you this impression." a small gasp flies off jimin's lips at the harsh curse. but he can't deny that something inside him flutters at seeing the alpha so furious for him.
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.
𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.
"you deserve to be seen and respected as who you are, not just your status. and to be taken care of in the ways you need." jimin's heart races but he forgets to breathe under the onslaught of feelings erupting in his chest. yoongi's thumb slowly strokes over his cheek.
the elder's voice drops impossibly deeper, vibrating through jimin's very core. the red in his eyes burns brighter. "i'm your alpha, and i'll take care of my omega. you'll never be a burden to me, little one. one day you won't even know what that word means anymore."
a lilted whine builds from deep in jimin's chest. he trembles as something vital in his soul shifts into place. suddenly he barely senses his bodily discomfort anymore. he is completely boneless as his alpha's lips trail kisses over his heated face,
as his head gets tilted back so yoongi can greedily nose at his throat, heaving a guttural groan upon reaching the omega's scent gland. "my omega." yoongi snarls right into his skin. "i'll feed everyone to the crows who treats you wrong."
jimin feels heat rush through his body unlike anything he felt before. it's a deep, churning 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥, billowing up from the unknown depths of his body and soul. "alpha~" he gasps, high and calling.
the answer comes promptly. a rough, bone-deep growl. and he keens when yoongi's mouth opens so his tongue can press against the sensitive, throbbing flesh of the omega's scent gland. jimin's whole being stutters for an endless moment.
with everything so hightened, this time he feels the moment he start's leaking slick. automatically he feebly tries grinding down where his pussy already sits spread atop the alpha's until now flaccid manhood.
yoongi's tongue presses tight, narrow circles into his gland, hot and wet and unrelenting. the younger's eyes have fluttered closed, too dizzy with all his nerve endings thrumming at once to bear the sense of vision as well.
there's a rapidly growing girth pushing up between his folds, pressing right against the needy little nub of his clit and the small opening where he feels so achingly 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺.
he squeaks brokenly when the vice grip around his waist is exchanged for a large hand grabbing one of his buttcheeks and guiding his lower body to grind down with more pressure than the overwhelmed omega is able to on his own.
jimin ceases every movement of his own. his mouth hangs open, pushing out a desperate mewl with every breath as his spread pussy slides back and forth over his alpha's large cock. the two layers of thin, slick-dampened clothing between them add an edge of delicious roughness.
his desires are confusingly contradicting. under no circumstances does he want yoongi's mouth to part from his scent gland, yet he also needs the alpha's tongue between his legs again. torn, jimin whines and whimpers, close to tears and hazy with needy pleasure.
"ah~ ah-...alph-" a snarl that from anybody else would have him panic rather than soothing him, then the omega finds himself turned around on yoongi's lap. legs kept apart by yoongi's knees, a hand snaking around his torso and up under his chin,
tilting his head for easy access to his scent gland. it all happens so fast that he doesn't have time to complain about the brief loss of stimulation before the alpha's mouth is on him again.
his front feels suddenly cool in the absence of yoongi's warm chest, but that distant sensation gets wholly washed from his mind when yoongi's other hand slips under his gown. the omega's small body shudders harshly and he chokes on a mewl.
jimin has never touched himself before, and the alpha's fingers a thick and calloused against his wet, baby-soft flesh, sending a true firework of sparks zapping through seemingly every nerve ending.
yoongi growls right into his gland, dark and powerful, and fondles the omega's small pussy with all the greed of a starved man. jimin is so dizzy with pleasure that he can't even tell what exactly yoongi is doing. only that he never wants it to stop.
he's left to be a tiny puddle of feebly whimpering omega on the taller alpha's lap, the big, throbbing cock pressing up between his cheeks, neck bared and legs spread for his lover to do as he pleases.
the first time that something enters him, his whole body flinches. back arching off yoongi's chest, hips bucking forward on instinct because he needs 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.
even just half of the alpha's finger feels so big in his little hole, that together with another rough pad rubbing circles on his clit jimin crashes through a sudden orgasm. he sobs and shakes, squeaking tiny hoarse meeps and unable to stop clenching around the finger still
moving inside of him. and despite the sharp tingling pulsing through his pussy, jimin weakly tries to spread his legs even wider in a wordless plea for his alpha to not pull out.
yoongi's mouth ceases its assault on his scent gland, only to rumble so close by the younger's ear that his lips graze his soft little earlobe. "yes, little one. i'll give you anything you want. my sweet omega. just tell alpha and he'll give you everything."
and jimin can only 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. but it is a whine that calls for everything he wants. for his alpha and pleasure and 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. and his alpha understands perfectly.
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 24𝘩! 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵! 😋
with one fluid motion yoongi's finger pushes in to the knuckle, its callouses such a contrast to the delicate, squishy walls that jimin instinctively clenches around the intrusion, thighs trembling and breath hitching whenever his lungs remind him to breathe.
"by the gods. so wet and tight..." the omega feels purely made of tingling sparks washing through his body with every drag of yoongi's finger, a boneless cloud only held together by his reliable alpha.
obscene squelching fills the auditory space between guttural growling and high little yips. "leaking so much for me, little one. all for alpha. not even your little fingers have been in there before, hm?" jimin sloppily shakes his head.
yoongi's thumb is avoiding his oversensitive clit, instead stroking the chubby softness of his outer labia, the crease of his thigh, and the gentle swell of his mound. "want more, my sweet? want to see if i can fit another finger in your little hole? you smell so good, shit."
the alpha has gone back to rub his nose against the younger's scent gland, inhaling and licking greedily as if he can't get enough. and he really can't. it's all he can do to not sink his fangs into his omega's skin right then and there.
his darling omega. so small and pliant on his lap, tiny pussy already full with just one of his fingers. so tight and warm and slippery with slick. yoongi's alpha is thoroughly pleased knowing himself being the first one to pleasure this lovely sweetheart.
it almost hurts how hard he is, cock hugged by jimin's soft, ample cheeks. his instincts are impatient to finally push inside the younger and 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘵 him. with their size difference he's sure that the shape of his cock will be visible through jimin's soft belly.
but that has to wait until jimin is ready, fully healthy, and they have more than a few stolen moments. for now he revels in working another finger into his omega's squelching heat.
jimin keens and twitches, the cutest little thing he's ever seen. saturating the air with his peachy scent so thickly that yoongi can almost taste the sugary juice on his tongue. his den will stay smelling like it for days.
the thought makes something inside him tip. one heartbeat later he has pushed forward and his broad body covers jimin's smaller form lying face-down in the messy sheets, chest pressed against the omega's narrow back.
the soft, primal mewl purring up jimin's throat calls to yoongi's alpha like a siren's song. a deeply ingrained feral need finally satisfied. yoongi growls and grunts against his omega's dainty nape, and sternly thrusts his cock between the plush, jiggling cheeks in tandem with
his fingers in the younger's slushy hole. they're both in to the knuckle now, having wedged the silky walls apart to fit their size. slick trickles down his palm every time he draws out and then back inside.
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘗 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦
"fuck. 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵." he removes his other arm from around jimin's torso to free his cock and afterwards claw at jimin's gown. the fine fabric tears easily. without any barrier, the slide of his cock between his omega's cheeks is divinely warm and slippery.
his thrusts become hard and fast, adding pre-come to the mess of slick. jimin's body shakes under the alpha's powerful movements. keening and sobbing and clenchin erratically around the big fingers in his hole.
painting jimin's little pussy with his seed shoots a rush of violent ecstasy through yoongi's veins. his teeth close around jimin's nape, not breaking skin but holding his omega down with a firm scruff as he fingers the younger through his orgasm and rides out his own.
jimin's soft sounds of bliss are barely audible over the alpha's bone-rattling snarls. when he pulls them out, yoongi's fingers make a wet, creamy suction noise. all ferocity gone, he cradles the pliant omega into his arms.
no more than an exhausted, tousled puddle squished against the elder's hard chest, jimin only croaks weak little purrs and feebly tries to spread his legs when yoongi's thumb starts gently massaging his seed into the omega's inner and outer labia.
deeply embedding his scent into the pink, puffy slit. "rest, little one." he croons soothingly and noses at the crown of jimin's head. "alpha will take care of you." as if the assurance is all the younger's mind has been waiting for, jimin instantly falls asleep.
yoongi doesn't move for a few moments longer, simply cherishing their closeness. being trusted and deemed capable of guarding his desired omega's slumber in such a vulnerable state is a huge honour for an alpha,
even more so being allowed to scent jimin's pussy so intimately. when satisfied with his work, yoongi licks the mixture of come and slick off his fingers. jimin tastes as sweet as he smells. more sugary and fruity than the ripest peach.
he can't help but be greedy for one day lapping this godly nectar directly from the source.
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥. +
+ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪'𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 😚💜
jimin's father finding out soon or later?
the bowl of warm water jungkook brought was supposed to clean jimin's body of sweat. now yoongi carefully washes away the mess of come and slick from the small body lying limp in his grasp like the softest, most beautiful doll.
after freeing jimin of the torn gown and wrapping him into one of his own shirts, yoongi cleans up himself and then curls around the tiny bundle of peacefully sleeping omega, one big hand securely splayed over the plush little belly.
when jimin comes to for the second time, he feels much better. not only because of the lessened symptoms of his cold, but also due to the pleasant thrum of omegan contentment humming under his skin.
despite the vague confusion about where he is, jimin feels entirely safe and sated. he can't remember ever waking up in his own bed like this. is this a dream? the first thing his bleary eyes see upon struggling open is the shine of a single candle and behind it,
a square window framing a piece of cloth. "you're in my den, little one." the wall his back is pressed against suddenly erupting in a deep, vibrating rumble startles jimin a bit. he blinks and cranes his head to look up and behind him.
a familiar pair of dark feline eyes stares down at him, intense and warm and crinkling slightly above a gentle smile. the warmth laced through jimin's every cell flows together and bubbles up his throat as loud, soft-pitched purring.
or, jimin realizes, he's already been purring the whole time. now it merely rises in volume. in his alpha's den. yoongi's larger body curled protectively around the little ball jimin turned into, one calloused hand covering almost his entire belly,
thumb slowly stroking back and forth over its softness, each drag tingling invisible goosebumps through jimin's core. for a moment he is overwhelmed by the profound serenity of feeling so small, safe and cherished in yoongi's hold.
a shy blush heats up his cheeks, and his purrs lilt into something tender and sweet. "yes. my omega." yoongi growls softly. he pushes up slightly onto his elbow to rub his nose into jimin's neck. jimin's head tilts easily to present his scent gland.
"alpha~" he babbles through his purrs. "your alpha. all yours, little one." jimin's mind swims with hazy delight. a state which doesn't last long. he is jerked from his bliss when the candlelight and the words "in his alpha's den" suddenly aquire a whole new meaning.
yoongi soothes him when the omega starts flying into a panic. apparently yoongi managed to make someone reliable spread the message that jimin is "indisposed" and not to be disturbed in his rooms.
regardless of being a classical omega in every other sense, jimin very much lacks the proper instincts for knowing how to handle and connect with children. but when yoongi promises this jungkook to be trustworthy, then jimin will believe his alpha.
under the cover of darkness yoongi carries him back to his window. when the flustered younger pouts that he can walk on his own, yoongi holds him tighter and ducks down to drawl directly into one delicate little ear that if it were up to him,
jimin's dainty feet would never need to touch the dirty ground ever again. the rest of the way jimin is a shy, helplessly purring puddle in his alpha's arms.
"better wear shawls for the next days." yoong mumbles later, jimin's arms desperately hugging his neck accross the windowsill. the omega makes a questioning noise. too busy inhaling lungfuls of yoongi's scent to pay proper attention.
"i bit your nape, little one." a rough thumb strokes over what feels like an area of sensitive skin at the back of his neck. "can't let everybody see that alpha marked you." although jimin can smell that his alpha is clearly dissatisfied by not being able to show off his claim.
the small omega whimpers sadly. everything in him protests against hiding the bite. he wants everyone to see that he is protected and spoken for. craves to proudly wear the physical reminder of yoongi's claim out in the open when they already can't be together all the time.
"i'll talk to my father." he meekly mutters against the elder's throat. "he won't want me to suffer like this, right? maybe-maybe he'll let me be with you." but he's only lying to himself.
over the years following his mother's passing jimin came to know precicely how little his father cares about him beyond a certain threshold. he used to wonder if things were different if he were born an alpha.
yoongi rumbles soothingly. "please wait a little longer, my sweet. soon i'll have enough savings to provide us a decent life in one of the villages out of town. i'll cultivate the land and sell more statues, so we'll always have enough. how does that sound?"
with tears in his eyes, jimin draws back just enough to stare at the alpha. "yes." yoongi adds before jimin can verbalize the question fluttering through his bedazzled mind. "i want to be with you, little one. i want to share my life with you.
care for you, provide for you, learn more about you, make you smile and dance every day. make you feel so cherished that you forget how it feels to be unloved. i want to 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 you." he holds his omega's round face in his palms,
sharp eyes determined and full of warmth, and jimin sobs into the kiss parting his lips. bonelessly draped over the windowsill he lets yoongi explore the small space of his mouth. nothing but sweet and pliant around the alpha's penetrating tongue. "soon, little one. i promise."
regardless of his contradictory desire, the next day yoongi spies sharply for any indication that his omega's secret gets found out. a fine-spun shawl made of the same half translucent fabric as his gowns is elegantly draped around jimin's delicate neck,
and to the alpha's unskilled eyes the additional item seems like an outfit's organic embellishment rather than an unusual oddity. although the true adornment of jimin's neck is hidden beneath, much more beautiful on the omega's skin than any piece of cloth.
jimin daintily glides back and forth beneath the shadowing archways. gentle and demure as always, pleasant and dutiful and polite to everyone crossing his way. sometimes the sun gets tangled in his floaty gown and laces the small omega in a halo of ethereal white.
yoongi's heart aches with a tangle of pain and fury knowing how tremendously underappreciated the younger is by everyone around him. how are people able to overlook and not care for him? how can hearts stay untouched by the gentle sweetness gracing them with his company?
𝘢/𝘯: *𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘧 "𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵",
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦-𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 "𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮" 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘤𝘩ä𝘵𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘻 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘚𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬*
𝘢/𝘯: 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮! (𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘳𝘵, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥)💗💗
ʸᵉˢ ⁱ ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱˡ ˢᵗᵘᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ʰᵉˡᵖˢ (#^^#)ゞ
𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨. 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦 (#^^#)ゞ
the hours jimin is inside, yoongi forces himself to work. usually it's easy to lose himself in gently caressing the white marble into the shape of his desired omega. and if he wants to gather a sufficient amount of money soon,
he needs to make up for the lost working hours of the past days. but having had the real lush softness of jimin's curves under his hands, the marble fails miserably in comparison. not to speak of how his instincts are constantly distracted worrying about his omega.
a silent thump pulls him out of the forced concentration. something rolls across the floorboards, getting powdered in white stone dust. it's a peach wrapped in papyrus and another layer of familiar peachy sweetness.
smiling, yoongi puts down his tools and picks up the little gift. on the parchment's inside, smudged a bit by juice from where the fruit burst open slightly upon impact, awaits another gift in the form of yoongi's first impression of jimin's handwriting.
'ᗯᕼᗩT IS YOᑌᖇ ᖴᗩᐯOᑌᖇITE ᖴOOᗪ?' the alpha's smile grows wider. he'd trace the delicately rounded letters if not for his dirty fingertips. even his omega's handwriting is as cute and precious as himself.
he walks over to the table cluttered with sketches and writes down his answer. the mixture of stone dust and charcoal turns his fingertips dark grey. then he wraps the message back around the fruit and carefully nudges it over the windowsill.
outside, the ground isn't as hard as in here, so the peach hopefully won't damage further. yoongi stands still, listening. the breeze must carry jimin's scent away from the workshop. otherwise he'd long gotten a whiff of his omega's sweetness.
a bit of silent rustling, then a muffled little squeak. yoongi grins. he covers the ground beneath the window with a couple pieces of cloth normally used for wiping stone dust off his statues, and sits down on his stool again.
jimin's answer takes a bit longer than his own, but the alpha doesn't feel a scrap of impatience. he can't stop smiling to himself. the peach tree rustles softly in the breeze and the air is filled with the chirping of birds and the distant sounds of everyday chores,
and the spontaneous little exchange with his omega feels heartwarmingly domestic. this time he catches the moment the peach gets set atop the windowsill and then gently nudged over. three tiny fingertips briefly curl over the edge before drawing back swiftly like a shy animal.
upon unwrapping the papyrus paper he realizes that it is a new, unbroken fruit. as always, the alpha is helplessly endeared. he imagines jimin's little body crouching in his hiding place with a small heap of peaches in front of him to replace damaged ones,
adorable little mouth pushed out into a concentrated pout while carefully drawing his letters. that the omega brought everything he needs to write properly - ink, a reed pen, nice paper, and a wooden board to lay the paper on while writing -,
makes warmth blossom in his heart. of course jimin has a much more sophisticated upbringing than himself, but that he smuggled a whole proper writing set outside to ask yoongi one simple little question, and came up with a way to inconspicuously get his message inside,
shows him another level of the way he reciprocates the alpha's feelings. a content rumble tuckers away in his chest while reading.
'ᗯᕼᗩT IS YOᑌᖇ ᖴᗩᐯOᑌᖇITE ᖴOOᗪ?' '𝙔𝙊𝙐' 'TᕼᗩT IS ᑎOT ᗯᕼᗩT I ᗰEᗩᑎT'
'𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙏𝙍𝙐𝙀' the shy omegan whimper he hears when jimin reads his response is music to his ears. 'ᑭᒪEᗩSE, ᗩᒪᑭᕼᗩ' smiling still, yoongi caves easily. '𝙂𝙔𝙍𝙊 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙏'
he either didn't have the money to buy meat or, as of late, needs to save everything he can. '𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎?'
'ᗪEᒪIᗩᑎ SᗯEETS' of course it is.
~ jimin is busy for the rest of the day. but when later, after dinner, he sneaks to his alpha's workshop once again, he finds a papyrus parcel already sitting on the windowsill. there's a crude pictograph of a peach drawn on the outside,
but his nose already twitches in delight over the spicy-sweet scent hanging in the air. jimin's heart begins to flutter like a butterfly. he quirms a bit in place, caught between shyness and the strong desire to fling himself into yoongi's arms.
though even now he doesn't have time to spend a few minutes with his alpha in person. he barely managed to sneak away just now. so he exchanges yoongi's gift with his own papyrus parcel he's been carrying the whole time, and then scurries off again,
the air around the workshop's window a mingle of warm, spicy honey and hearty meat.
two times of waking up with his alpha have been enough to make every lone morning since a truly desolating experience. he whines for yoongi before being even properly conscious. nose scrunching up searching for the beloved homey scent,
small body clumsily reaching for a solid, bigger one. such a pure image of omegan calling that it would've been impossible for his alpha to leave it unanswered. but yoongi isn't here to witness it, and so it remains without response.
just like yesterday, the whining tinges with distress, but cuts off abruptly once jimin becomes conscious enough. he freezes, straining his ears to detect if someone is in the corridor outside his rooms who could've heard him.
no omega makes such sounds without a specific alpha in mind. only after not hearing even a faint rustle does he relax again. contrary to how jimin used to spend his mornings, he doesn't stay in his nest as long as possible until having to attend his duties anymore.
being up and about means meeting yoongi now! his mind replays their written exchange from the previous day. a week ago the omega couldn't have imagined being brave enough to initiate a conversation with the older alpha,
and now he is so assured of yoongi's reciprocated affection that he merely suffered a bout of giddy shyness. and not only did yoongi answer, but also teased him! this part of the memory still makes him blubber a flustered giggle,
collapsing face-first into a pillow on his way out of his nest, legs kicking beneath the blanket. along with it comes a faint tingle between his legs. a ghost touch of the alpha's hungry tongue indeed devouring his little pussy through a layer of wet, flimsy fabric.
with a mortified meep jimin quickly scrambles out of his nest. another part of his new morning routine is paying much more attention to his clothing. now knowing about yoongi's gaze on him fuels his desire of looking pretty under the elder's eyes.
small hands daintily caress the assortment of light-coloured, floaty gowns. they're all quite similar and jimin likes them like this, but it also slightly hampers his new-found drive to impress and preen for his alpha.
in the end his choice falls onto a shroud of gentle pastel-pink which accentuates his tiny waist and comes with a generous extra bit of fabric at the top to serve as a shawl or a flimsy, decorative hood. before putting it on, the little omega cranes his head to catch a glimpse
of yoongi's bite mark in the mirror. of course it's still there. it's not even been two full days yet. nevertheless, a primal part of him is anxious about it fading. craves for a proper mating bite.
jimin has to wait for the furious blush to die down before slipping out into the corridor.
~ yoongi isn't in his workshop, but a message wrapped around a peach sits ready for jimin to find. "𝙈𝙀𝙀𝙏 𝙈𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀" it says on the outside. on the inside yoongi drew a small map beneath yesterday's conversation, an x marking the spot.
jimin recognizes the highlighted building as one of the bigger storage facilities. he's never been there before, even though the omega would like to explore and learn about the daily work process. another "unseemly" thing to do.
one hand clutching the crinkly papyrus to his chest and the other gathering the hem of his gown, the omega's short, rosy figure begins carefully picking its way towards his alpha. he tries his best to not get spotted by curious eyes that could wonder what
the aristoi's son is doing here. it's much more difficult because jimin is unfamiliar with the area, but in the end he finds the marked building without gathering unwanted attention, as far as he can tell.
people are way too busy to heed a tiny omega in too fancy clothes doing his best to be invisible. distracted by yoongi's scent already hanging around the door, jimin's first knocks are so weak they barely produce any noise against the thick wood.
the second try works better, but hurts his knuckles. delicate, easily hurt omega skin. embarassed, jimin pouts down at his reddening knuckles. something else also deepens the push of his lips. if yoongi were here, he already would've opened the door, right?
maybe jimin is too early? he squirms in place. every second he stands here, his instincts scream louder at him to get out of plain sight and into the safety of the place which clearly belongs to his alpha. the door opens without hindrance.
swiftly the omega slips inside and pulls it shut behind him. yoongi's scent isn't the only one in here, though definitely the strongest and freshest one. the first couple heartbeats jimin just stands leaning against the door with closed eyes, breathing it in.
a part of him settles, instantly feeling much more safe and protected. not as good as yoongi's acutal presence, but being in a place almost as saturated with the alpha's scent as his workshop eases the longing he feels since waking up.
when jimin finally remembers to open his eyes, he sucks in a soft gasp. dust particles dance in the beams of golden sunlight falling in through the small windows sitting beneath the roof, making the view in front of him seem like a scene from a fairy tale.
statues. soft, elegant curves and sheer gowns carved so skillfully from white marble that they seem almost alive. as if a group of fairies had left the woods to hold a gathering inside a warehouse instead. entranced, jimin steps forward.
slowly the omega's tiny feet carry him between the life-sized figures, spellbound by their beauty. now the other scents make sense. of course people would come here to behold yoongi's work and choose which one to buy, and then workers coming to transport them away.
he passes the time until yoongi comes with inspecting every statue and mimicking their elegant postures. soon, playful giggling pearls through the spacious room as the little omega twirls around and through the motionless fairies,
enshrouded in featherlight rosy fabric following along his every move. "i'm glad to see that the muse approves of the art." jimin almost trips over the hem of his gown. a squeak flies off his lips, half startlement, half joyous recognition.
yoongi stands under the doorframe, relaxedly leaning against the wood and smiling wide and warm. "i'm sorry for letting you wait, little one. but i see you didn't get bored." next moment he takes a step forward and securely catches the small body flying into his arms.
for the nonce jimin forgot about all abashment, instincts taking over in the longawaited presence of his alpha. he purrs and yips and nuzzles his whole face into the alpha's sturdy chest which vibrates from deep, content rumbling.
"missed you too, omega." yoongi's nose pushes into the younger's fluffy hair, soaking up the peachy sweetness just as greedily. by the gods, it's only been one day of not meeting in person. how is jimin supposed to handle this happening again? or for longer than only one day?
amidst all the joy of their reunion, it takes a while for yoongi's previous words to register in his mind. "uhm, what did you mean by that?" jimin mumbles, still buried against the alpha's pectorals. "by what?" "the muse approves of the art?"
"exactly that, little one. i couldn't be happier that you like the art you inspired me to. at least i got that impression." jimin can only squeak an overwhelmed meep. 𝘩𝘦 did??
over the recent events he forgot about his agonizing about who yoongi is thinking of to create such beautiful art. "who else?" gently the alpha cups jimin's face and coaxes the omega to look up into his eyes. "who else could i be thinking of
who is of such darling beauty and used to be so far out of my reach that i couldn't help but worship him in the only way i was able to?" his thumb tenderly wipes a trickle of wetness from jimin's cheek.
"it's always been you, little one. always you, from the very first moment."
and he always will be, yoongi thinks to himself when the omega melts into his arms with a blubber of tears and purring. effortlessly he picks up the small body which instantly wraps around him as best as it can, arms slung around his neck and face pressed against his scent gland.
"there's no one else i could ever want, my sweet." oh how he missed his omega safe in his arms. merely one day, and his instincts already began to go crazy not being able to make sure jimin was safe and well.
now that they're finally together and alone, he can rectify his urges. it soothes his instincts to hear that jimin has been eating and sleeping well, how his daily duties weren't too straining on him and that nobody bothered him.
"i...i longed for you as well, alpha." jimin mumbles, shyly peeking up at yoongi from beneath his lashes. plump cheeks so cherry red that yoongi aches to nibble at them. "i used to wonder who, uhm, y-you are thinking of while making such wonderful statues."
"if i'd known that, i'd have plucked you off your path a long time ago." when he tilts his omega's head back to nose over his scent gland, jimin's darling keen is music to his ears. "but now that i have you i'll never let you go for as long as you'll have me."
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