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It helps that Kim Jungkook is a beautiful boy.
With those wide, naive eyes and bashful but endearingly full smile, (not to mention his tight, taut body,) he's truly the prettiest little thing. Sheltered little toy, kept from the dark truths and dangers of the world. Such beautiful prey.
The sin of Pride is Kim Namjoon's downfall; he simply could not resist showing off to the world what a flawless little brother he has. Wants everyone to see that the Gangeung Kims' ancestry breeds only the most perfect of alphas and omegas.
What a fool. Seokjin himself has an incredibly beautiful younger brother in Taehyung, but he doesn't go around flaunting it. Gwangsan Kims just are; they've always been notoriously handsome, incredibly strong of looks. There is no need to shove it in people's faces when you can prove it simply by existing, breathing.
Kim Namjoon, however, for all of his renowned intelligence and forethought, clearly has this one particular weakness that is even bigger than his huge ego.
At parties Seokjin sees it; the way Jungkook is encouraged to slip his arm through Namjoon's and cling to his side all night, as though he were Namjoon's paramour and not his sibling. The way the man smiles fondly at his younger brother when he says something misguided or oblivious, indulging him instead of educating him, uncaring of how naive and outright stupid Kim Jungkook might look to others.
(Seokjin supposes that there's nothing wrong with a dumb omega. Nothing at all.)
He himself has his own ways of controlling his younger brother; nobody is going to covet an omega who has not one, but two alpha bodyguards who do a little bit more than merely 'guard' his body. Seokjin supposes he's lucky Taehyung hasn't been knocked up seventeen times over already, considering he practically hops off of the one cock and straight onto the other, but it works for everyone: Taehyung thinks it was all his own idea, choosing Jimin and Hoseok as more than his bodyguards, as his alphas. Jimin and Hoseok think they owe Seokjin even more loyalty, for the guilt they feel from allowing themselves to be seduced by their charge. Seokjin sits back in his chair and congratulates himself on a situation that went exactly the way he had intended it to right from the start when he had told Taehyung he would have to have bodyguards assigned to him for his own safety.
(Nothing better than an omega's belief that they are defying you only for them to play right into your hands.)
And so, Seokjin takes care not to pay too much attention to Kim Jungkook when they are socialising in the same circles. He makes as equally sure not to ignore him; Namjoon would suspect something if Seokjin wasn't interested in the boy at all.
"Your brother and I don't get along," Seokjin says to Jungkook outright when they first meet, smiling wide enough to bare all of his teeth. It’s an understatement to say the least, but it clearly shocks Jungkook, who blinks and glances up at his brother with hurt eyes, as though he simply cannot imagine anyone disliking Namjoon. His little brother has never had reason to see any of Namjoon's bad traits. That doesn't mean they do not exist.
"Don't let it worry you," Namjoon says, and Seokjin watches as he reaches up to pet Jungkook's hair, stroking it until the boy's head leans to rest against his shoulder, eyes fall shut in contentment.
"I would never allow my feelings for your brother to affect the way I treat you," Seokjin offers pleasantly. If he doesn't take the opportunity to flirt just a little it will look strange. It's not difficult to engage enthusiastically when he thinks about corrupting that sweet little soul, giving him his first ever dicking - unless Namjoon really has crossed the line of brotherly love that far, though Seokjin suspects Namjoon thinks himself too noble and moral to do such a thing to his pure and untainted younger brother.
"But hyung, why doesn't he li-?" Seokjin hears Jungkook protest as he walks away. There are obviously independent thoughts up in that little head of his, but it's interesting to hear how Namjoon shushes him and waves off his concerns.
"We are from different clans," Namjoon says. "Sometimes, that's enough."
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It isn't an immediate plan, but it doesn't take too long for Seokjin to devise it, either. He builds a tentative rapport with Jungkook wherein at every meeting they happen to have the boy is wary of him - Seokjin-ssi doesn’t like his hyung; there must be something wrong with him! - but definitely blooms under flirtatious praise. The way Namjoon dotes on him is different, largely paternal and only slyly lustful, but Seokjin is far more forward in his approach.
He doesn’t actually need Jungkook to like or adore him for the scheme to work—
Seokjin plans to kidnap him.
If he’s going to hit Kim Namjoon where it truly hurts this is the only real option. Nothing else would bother him anywhere near so much; in fact it’s Seokjin’s intention to make Namjoon completely lose his mind, to drown in rage and fear over what could be happening to his prized omega, the jewel of Gangeung Kim Clan.
He hires mercenaries through a third party - not that he actually intends to hide who is behind the attack, but it will be amusing for Namjoon to waste his time seeking out the perpatrator, when it will inevitably lead to the person he already suspects.
The mercenaries carry silver swords. The kind that burn right through a pure blood alpha. Seokjin knows he will have to watch his own back also, but he has everything timed to perfection.
He makes a show of matching wits with Namjoon early in the night, because if he didn’t provoke the man in some way something would be wrong. This way he doesn’t appear to be hiding, lurking, though that’s exactly what he does once they’ve traded barbs; Seokjin spies on Jungkook, smiles as the wait staff he had recommended constantly wander towards him and his older brother and make it impossible to turn down drinks. Namjoon isn’t completely negligent; he always takes a sniff, and once he discerns that they are not alcohol-based refreshments he nods to Jungkook to take the proffered glass and not be impolite.
Seokjin isn’t trying to get either of them drunk; he’s waiting for that tell-tale squirm and fidget that says Jungkook needs to visit the little omega’s room. That’s the quiet, out of the way, vulnerable spot where he is going to make his move.
Seokjin walks in just as Jungkook exits a stall; omegas value their bathroom privacy, whilst alphas brandish their dicks proudly at their urinals to openly measure against one another. Jungkook jumps when he realises it’s an alpha in there with him; it wouldn’t have mattered whom, it’s simply not a place you’d ever find an alpha.
He opens his mouth to stammer something, vulnerable in that place and moment, but the clash of swords somewhere outside the room saves Seokjin from trying to make a convincing explanation on his own.
“There’s been an attack,” he says low, urgent. Reaching for Jungkook’s shoulders to steer him towards the door he adds, “some of us split up to find those who had gone off alone. Come on.”
“Namjoon-hyung—“ Jungkook protests, but he’s an omega, he’s physically weaker than Seokjin, and he can’t stop himself being led down the corridor, away from the party venue.
“Namjoon-ssi wants you kept safe,” Seokjin says, nodding as though he’s agreeing with Jungkook. Pretending he knows what Jungkook was going to say means Jungkook then has to try and clarify himself, but Seokjin can shut that down easily. “Come on, little omega. Away from the men with swords first.”
“I don’t know,” Jungkook whimpers, brattishness coming out even through the stink of nerves and fear. For an omega to argue with an alpha is so impolite, but his instincts are telling him Seokjin is his brother’s enemy, so it’s admirable in a way. He has some self-preservation in him.
Seokjin loves a good show, however. He makes a point of stopping them, taking a moment to assess how near danger could be, and places his hands on Jungkook’s face. His palms encompass Jungkook’s cheeks, making him look even smaller and younger.
“We don’t have time for this,” Seokjin says firmly, but lets out a dramatic sigh, “but I understand your fears, so I’ll let you in on a little secret. Namjoon-ah and I, we’re not truly enemies. It’s a pretense we keep up to reassure the other clans we aren’t trying to combine our resources and stage a coup. Do you understand? Individually we are both very powerful; together we could rule over everyone.”
Jungkook looks dubious; he’s not entirely stupid, and that’s good. More fun to win over someone with half a brain than fool an idiot. Anybody could do that.
“I’m not sure-” Jungkook says.
Seokjin hears a sword fight nearing their position, some yells and shrieks. Perfect timing.
“Kim Jungkook, you don’t have to go anywhere with me afterwards, but at least let’s get out of the house and away from certain death!”
Seokjin is proud of the way he adds a little panic to his voice.
“Namjoon-ah will probably have withdrawn onto the grounds too; he’s smart enough to let his men handle the fight and not risk his clan’s leader over this skirmish. Let’s go see?”
The ending of his speech matches up beautifully; a door bursts open at the end of the hall and Jungkook’s eyes widen when he sees a masked figure brandishing a bloodied sword. Seokjin grabs for his hand and yanks him away, forcing them both into a run that Jungkook wouldn’t argue with even if he had a moment to think about it.
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"I can't see him," Jungkook says, voice almost a whimper as he clings to Seokjin's hand and keeps popping up onto his tiptoes to look across the heads of various people dashing in random directions.
He shouldn't be able to see Namjoon; Seokjin has paid good money to ensure the man is kept cornered, at bay, far from Jungkook. This night is about taking Jungkook away to have for himself. Seokjin does not want them reunited.
"Keep looking," Seokjin eggs him on purposely. The more frustrated and urgent he can get Jungkook feeling the easier it will be to prey on his most primal emotions. "I'm sure he'll be here any minute. Unless-"
"Unless what?"
"Well," Seokjin acts as though he's really mulling his words over. Jungkook is too well-bred a boy to push him, but he leans in, getting impatient for the words. "I thought he would be most concerned with preserving his own life for the stability of the clan, but if he's distracted by the need to help others-"
"Namjoon-hyung would definitely want to help others!"
"-well then," Seokjin sighs, "I might be wrong. He might be inside, taking down those men to protect the rest of us." He doesn't want Jungkook to feel tempted to stay here, frantic that Namjoon is in too much danger and could die. He slips an arm around Jungkook's shoulders, doesn't give him time to overthink it. "Your brother is so skilled, so strong-" maybe the words cause some bile to rise up in his throat, but he bites it back and keeps going, "he's going to eradicate those intruders, no problem."
Seokjin fixes a firm, alpha stare on Jungkook. "You, however, we need to keep safe. Namjoon would be destroyed if I let anything happen to you. You understand, don't you? If he thinks you're still here he'll be too distracted over your safety, he might not be able to fight properly."
Jungkook looks torn. Looks like he could cry, to be honest. It's a beautiful look on him, and Seokjin is going to ensure he causes some tears to fall from the boy's eyes one day in the near future.
"I know baby," Seokjin coos. God, the panic, concern and fear all mingling in Jungkook's heart is making him so responsive and pliant, such a good little omega. Letting alpha lead him, hold him, comfort him. "I know you don't want to leave him. You're a good boy, such a good boy. I know you're loyal to your brother, you love your hyung and you want to leave this place with him so you know he's safe. But what he wants is to know you're safe first. You understand, hmm? You have to respect your hyung, your clan leader. You're an obedient omega, aren't you? I hear such good things about you and how perfect your manners are. You want your hyung to always be proud of you."
"I always want hyung to be proud of me," Jungkook echoes. "W-what should I do?"
Now, Jungkook already knows the answer to that, because he's already been told. But Seokjin can indulge him, just this once, because it's the beginning.
Once he's in Seokjin's home, things are going to be very different.
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“Come,” Seokjin says, beckoning Jungkook into the receiving room. He does so with gentle hand motions, like wafting a fretful butterfly towards a pinboard. “This night has been such a fright for you. Take a seat and I will have tea brought.”
The omega serving girl stood to the wall of the room does not need a direct order; she leaves to fetch the tea immediately. Seokjin’s staff are a well-oiled machine, even the ones who dwell in these lesser properties of his where he rarely visits.
Jungkook is slow to respond, hesitant in an unfamiliar place. Seokjin will only coddle him and ignore this behaviour for as long as it takes to build a base level of trust.
Or to fabricate one.
They have both relaxed into a kneeling position on the cushions when the serving girl returns and places a tray of tea and cups onto the low table. Jungkook watches her retreat, and jerkily makes an attempt to reach for the teapot to serve the tea.
“You are my guest,” Seokjin says magnanimously. “I will serve you.”
Traditionally an omega should always serve an alpha, but the etiquette of receiving guests takes precedence. Even if, traditionally, Seokjin’s staff should be the one to serve the guests, and not the clan leader himself.
It’s these little gestures that will capture Jungkook’s mind and soul. They cost Seokjin very little in terms of pride when he considers the bigger picture.
Seokjin takes hold of his robe’s sleeve and holds it out of the way as he pours the tea into the cups. Jungkook may not lift his cup until any and all alphas present have done so first, and so Seokjin uses this moment of pause to remove a small sachet from his inner breast pocket and sprinkle the contents into his cup.
“Would you like to try?” He asks. “They are herbs largely only found within the Gwangsan Kim holdings. They add a beautiful fragrance to the tea that members of my clan regularly enjoy.”
It would be rude of Jungkook to refuse such an honour. He bows his head respectfully, demurely. Such a picture of soft, weak innocence.
Seokjin stretches across the tray to tap a second, new sachet of the concoction into Jungkook’s cup also. The petals, seeds and residue float momentarily before dissolving into the hot water.
Seokjin isn’t lying; there is such a thing within his clan. He could not risk telling blatant lies to Jungkook only for his staff to unknowingly prove him a liar.
It’s just that this particular sachet is laced with the ingredients to make Jungkook calm and sedate within the next hour or so, drowsy and pliant.
It’s good practice for when Seokjin decides to slip him the herbs to start inducing him into heat.
Seokjin feels his phone vibrate, his spies subtly informing him through message that Kim Namjoon is in fact still in one piece, and has made it back to his ancestral home.
—After hearing from an unfortunate soul that Jungkook had last been seen in the company of Kim Seokjin, being helped into his vehicle and leaving with him.
—After spending who knows how long interrogating and threatening people for more information about his whereabouts that they simply did not have.
"Jungkookie," Seokjin says, "I'm sure Namjoon-ah is home safe and sound by now, why don't we video call him?"
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“Namjoon-hyung!” Jungkook says, beaming at him through the screen, all smiles, bright eyes, and no idea at all that anything is wrong.
“Are you alright?!” Namjoon demands immediately. Kim Seokjin better not have laid a finger on Jungkook-!
“Yes hyung,” Jungkook is earnest; he would hate for Namjoon to worry unnecessarily, but he would also tell the truth. “I’m not hurt! I’m fine.”
“Good,” Namjoon mutters. “Good. If he so much as pulls a single strand of hair from your head-“
“Is hyung alright?” Luckily Jungkook doesn’t seem to have heard the threats. His sweet little face is all contorted with concern, the lights reflecting in his wide, worried eyes. “Did you get away from the attack safely?”
Namjoon refuses to let Jungkook know of his injuries. Embarrassing enough to have received them in the first place; he should’ve easily been able to outfight those men, even when it was five against one. He’s ashamed of himself.
“Of course, baby,” he says dismissively. “Don’t worry about me. All my energies are going into getting you back.”
That’s the polite way of putting it. He’ll kill whoever he needs to kill, no matter how many corpses lay beneath his feet at the end of it, if that’s what it takes to retrieve his baby brother from Kim Seokjin’s clutches.
“When it’s safe,” Jungkook nods along in agreement. It’s so hypnotising to see him so calm and content that it takes Namjoon a moment to take in the words Jungkook is actually saying. “I know you’ll tell Seokjin-hyung when it’s safe to come and get me; he’ll take care of me until then, he said so. I’m glad you guys are secretly friends; Seokjinnie-hyung seems like the nicest kind of friend to have!”
Namjoon's bottom jaw is hanging. And when he tries to speak Seokjin himself comes into view beside Jungkook. He reaches out to the keyboard.
“Let’s say goodbye and goodnight to Namjoonie for now,” he pipes up chirpily. “I’m sure your hyung is busy working hard to make sure those horrible men from earlier can never get near you ever again!”
You’re the bastard he needs to get away from!, Namjoon wants to yell, but he’d only be talking to the blackness of a severed connection on the screen.
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Seokjin just can’t resist taunting Namjoon a little more.
“Jungkook,” he says, “you must feel grimy from all the running we had to do earlier, take a shower baby. You can use my suite, use anything you like. Your Seokjinnie-hyung is very generous!”
Jungkook nods his agreement; it probably does sound beyond generous for the head of a clan to share his personal bathing suite and all of his toiletries, but Seokjin only wants to do it to be able to keep an eye on the boy, have him smothered in Seokjin’s belongings, like he’s one of them.
Once the shower is on and Jungkook has entered beneath the loud spray, Seokjin calls Namjoon back.
He’s greeted with expletives once Namjoon sees who is onscreen. Seokjin begins to laugh.
“Bastard!” Namjoon shouts. Luckily Seokjin has the volume turned most of the way down. “You won’t get away with this!”
“I already have,” Seokjin chortles. “He thinks he’s here as an honoured guest, Namjoonie. Your sheltered little omega doesn’t even realise he’s my hostage! What were you thinking, keeping him so dumb? I know omegas are expected to follow orders, but really, Namjoon. How did you not foresee this backfiring on you?”
“Don’t fucking touch him,” Namjoon hisses. He’s always so composed and snarky, lording it up over how smart he is, it’s wonderful to feel like the eloquent, unruffled one for a change, Seokjin thinks. “I’ll kill you!”
"I haven't exactly brought him back to the main house," Seokjin shrugs. "So good luck finding him and killing me."
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Yoongi hates that he does it, but he feels the oppressive rage stinking up the hall to his room before the thunderous footsteps of Namjoon’s feet accompany it, and he recoils instinctively, knowing this isn’t going to end well for him.
(Namjoon doesn’t hate him, but he certainly wouldn’t lose sleep over anything to do with Yoongi either.)
The door bursts open with a bang as it smacks into the wall, Namjoon barely biting out a frustrated, “fuck!” before he begins to shift.
He doesn’t even take a moment to remove his clothes; they split and tear along the seams, fabric wrenching and fluttering to the ground in rags to leave Namjoon in his huge, dark grey, shaggy wolf-form.
His eyes are wild and his teeth bared in anticipation. Yoongi mutters a prayer to nobody in particular as he turns over on his bed and burrows his face into the pillow, presenting himself, though he’d love not to focus on that part too much right now.
You submit to survive.
Namjoon is angry, so angry it’s best not to argue, to be as willing as possible.
Yoongi doesn’t even know what has happened because he’s never seen Namjoon like this before, but it doesn’t matter. Yoongi chooses to stay out of politics and confined mostly to his suite, because ignorance keeps him safe.
Usually.
Namjoon stalks towards the bed, closing his powerful jaws around Yoongi’s belt at the small of his back and yanking. He could snap straight through it, but he seems to be ordering Yoongi to take it off. Present better in the presence of an alpha. Yoongi’s hands fucking tremble as he hurriedly unbuckles the belt and then shoves his pants and underwear right down.
He’s wet; he’s traitorously wet because his body knows there’s an alpha who wants to stick his dick in him, and his body has self-preservation instincts to avoid it having to endure too much hurt. And Namjoon really gives him no chance - even if Yoongi’s body wasn’t partly prepared - huge form climbing atop Yoongi, fur pressing all the way along his naked skin as Namjoon props himself on hind legs and swiftly pushes his hard, red cock inside Yoongi’s pussy.
It’s brutal. The pace is frantic; Yoongi can feel how angry Namjoon is, as though his thrusts are swords stabs into the hearts of his enemies. His front paws loose their claws and they stretch out enough to begin to indent marks onto Yoongi’s shoulders and cause him to bleed. He cries out, but buries his head again as fast as he can, desperate not to earn any more of Namjoon’s ire by reminding him he’s another being with feelings and developing wounds. Namjoon only cares about his own desires right now, his own needs.
Yoongi feels so small, held down fast, pinned in place, so tense and held so tight he could snap like an overstretched wire. The only place that’s open is his pussy, stretched obscenely around Namjoon’s cock, exposed and squelching from slick and being fucked. It’s so much in one place, hard and bruising, and Namjoon’s dick is so big, and—
No.
“No!” Yoongi yelps out, desperate enough to argue back, but a massive paw comes to push his head down and muffle his protests. The reason Namjoon feels so big, bigger than normal even, is that he’s shoving his fucking knot into Yoongi! He’s going to knot him! No other alpha will ever have Yoongi after this; he’s ruined!
The knot is so wide, so fat. It forces Yoongi open the way he imagines having pups would. Oh fuck; what if Namjoon knocks him up?
It’s a horrible throbbing of his pussy as at first his body pushes itself past its usual limits, trying to accommodate, and then it’s just a sharp pain as Namjoon wedges his knot in and the pressure around it - Yoongi’s pussy wishing he could force it back out - causes him to come, milking him of his seed, which pulses hard out of Namjoon and settles inside Yoongi, taking dreadfully long, silent minutes.
It’s cold. Sterile. Yoongi feels like a specimen, a tool, worse than ever before. He’s always been Namjoon’s whore, but this is too far.
But where would he go now? No other alpha will ever want him. He’s been knotted.
He can't move. Even when Namjoon’s knot begins to go down he refuses to remove his heavy weight from mostly on top of Yoongi, and Yoongi is far too small and weak in comparison to Namjoon’s wolf to crawl out from under him.
As if mocking Yoongi, Namjoon seems in no rush to withdraw his cock, even as he softens, like Yoongi is his cock sheath forever now, which he basically is.
He does shrink back down into his human skin, which makes the atmosphere feel a little less tense, Namjoon’s figure much less blatantly predatorial and able to murder with teeth and claws.
Yoongi doesn’t dare ask what has Namjoon so furious, but he doesn’t have to. It’s something so unthinkable that Namjoon can’t keep it locked up inside himself, he has to shout how he has been wronged right up to the heavens.
“Gwangsan Kim Seokjin,” he spits the name as though it’s poison, “he kidnapped Jungkook!”
Yoongi could never express enough sorrow for such a thing, and he doesn’t have to, because Namjoon’s method of responding to this terrible news is to angrily fuck, and Yoongi finds hands on him, uncaring of the knot he’d just taken, shoving his legs up to his chest to expose his raw and roughly used pussy once more.
When he feels Namjoon’s cock nudging his labia apart all Yoongi can think about is how much it’s going to burn as it drags at his insides, pushing in hard and relentless.
“Namjoon,” Yoongi whimpers, trying to clamp his thighs together, “Namjoon, it hurts, I can’t-“
Namjoon lands a hand around his throat, putting just enough pressure to make Yoongi gasp and freeze in shock, unable to react or protest any further.
“It hurts?“ Namjoon sneers. “Think about what Jungkook is probably going through right now! My precious Jungkook, my baby, my perfect omega. He is being subjected to so much worse than you, and you have the audacity to tell me it hurts?!”
Yoongi knows he’s fighting a losing battle; compared to Kim Jungkook he means less than nothing as far as Namjoon is concerned. Yoongi has always only ever been the omega Namjoon went to purely because he couldn’t have the one he truly desired.
-
Seokjin doesn’t want to let Jungkook out of his sight, and not because he's at all concerned that the boy will figure anything out. He’s selfish; he can see the hint of Jungkook's slender, soft body beneath the borrowed nightshirt and Seokjin wants to lay claim to it.
He can do this. He can build up to it. He’s charming and charismatic.
And Jungkook is shivering, looking lost and in need of a protector, an alpha. One that isn’t his own blood.
(Disgusting Kim Namjoon.)
“Do you want me to hold you the way your hyung does?” Seokjin asks, a gamble based on long-held suspicion. He flips back the bedcover and strokes the mattress invitingly. “Come and show me how I can make you feel safer.”
Jungkook climbs into the bed cautiously, looking to seem as unobtrusive as possible. Seokjin decides to lay it on a bit thicker.
“It’s okay baby, you’re not bothering me,” he croons. He can imagine Namjoon saying the same sort of thing when Jungkook would first do this as a small child after their parents were killed, keep sneaking into his hyung’s room at night for comfort. Long before it became a given, when Namjoon would expect Jungkook to be in his bed every night, like a mate would. “Come on, snuggle up if you need to.”
Jungkook is nodding his agreement; he does need to snuggle. He tucks himself into Seokjin’s embrace, and then after a brief hug where he clings hard and fast, probably getting out all of the frightened tension of the evening, he wriggles and turns onto his other side so that he’s being outright spooned by Seokjin.
“Is this how you usually sleep?” Seokjin asks, choosing not to mention Namjoon at all. Of course he means, ‘does your hyung usually nestle his dick right into your sweet little asscrack like this every night?’, but what would he achieve by saying it outright? It might come out sounding as judgemental as he really feels about it, and then Jungkook would be distressed without knowing exactly why or what he’d done wrong.
Jungkook nods to his question. That won’t do. He is supposedly the very picture of a perfect omega. When his alpha asks him a question he should answer quickly and clearly.
“Use your words, baby.” Seokjin says firmly. If he needs a little bit of training that can be arranged.
“Mm,” Jungkook says, and then, “I like it when I’m being held like this.”
“I'll hold you like this then,“ Seokjin coos. What a completely dumb little omega he is, to not realise the sexual implications of the position they’re in, the position he has been in with his own older brother every night for who knows how many years running now. Seokjin can’t help but wonder if this is as far as Namjoon has ever pushed it, or if there’s anything more he can probe out of Jungkook. “Is there anything else you’d like me to do?”
It’s adorable just how naive he is; Jungkook reaches for Jin’s hand and guides his arm around him, over his hip, tugging it towards his belly, but then—
Seokjin finds his flat open palm being placed between Jungkook’s legs to cup the omega’s pussy through his nightshirt. He hasn’t even had to work for it! Jungkook is so warm between the thighs, and so soft the way his body gently curves downwards, and even through the layers of nightshirt and underwear Jin can feel the telltale texture of pubic hair clustered there. How cute. Jungkook is kept au naturel; probably isn’t encouraged to spend much time considering the area between his legs, let alone spend time touching it for grooming purposes.
It’s just one of those things that makes him seem younger than he really is. Oblivious and manipulable.
“Hyung says,” Jungkook lets out an adorable little yawn, “that you can lose a lot of body heat from here, so he always holds me to help me stay warm.”
“I see.” Seokjin has to work hard not to chuckle; what a ludicrous pile of bullshit Namjoon is feeding his baby brother in order to get away with outright fondling his genitals nightly! He has to compose himself before he can reply. “I’ll keep you just as warm too, then. It’s what your hyung would want.”
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