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The finest prized possession of any mating run is a male omega.
They’re fast, much faster than females, and because of it they’re significantly harder to catch. Female omegas are a much easier, much more common prize; it’s better to come home with a female omega than none at all.
Of the few male omegas that come of age each year most will cut their hair before a run, keep it short to further challenge their potential alpha. Only the worthy alphas can catch and pup a male omega. So when Jungkook, the only male for that year, shows up with long hair, there’s an audible gasp that rings through the crowd. The omegas are scandalized, the alphas — aroused. It makes him a significantly easier target for everyone with such long locks to grab a hold of.
Jungkook smirks as he joins the crowd of waiting omegas at the starting line. He’s only toying with them, stroking their ego because when the race begins he takes off before anyone has a chance to even ponder pinning him down and mating him.
Jungkook has always been fast, leaving his hair long is only to tease.
Immediately a group of alphas follow him as best as they can, but as he veers to the abandoned part of the old city he manages to lose them down a narrow alley. Speed plays a role in winning the run, but so does tracking. And the lone alpha that follows him into the car park is the best tracker of the pack.
✧
When Hoseok saw Jungkook arrive at the start of the run with his hair unbound he couldn’t help but smile. It was such a tease and the way the omega’s eyes sparkled at the attention only made it that much more fun.
Most male omegas cut their hair short before a run to ensure only the best mate catches them, to taunt everyone like this is risky, but it doesn’t change Hoseok’s mind. He’s had his eyes on the beautiful omega for far too long to let his antics distract him from his goal.
Following Jungkook into the abandoned quarter of the city isn’t difficult, Hoseok has always been one of the faster alphas of the clan. Pushing past all of the other alphas, desperate to taste Jungkook, to slip from the group unnoticed is surprisingly easier than he thought. Hoseok wends around the mass of men barreling down the main street and ducks into an alley running parallel to the one Jungkook has led them down. It’s why he’s able to see the way Jungkook quickly ducks around a corner before sprinting in the opposite direction. With so many bodies crowding the street and so many alpha pheromones clouding the air, no one else notices the change in his direction from scent alone and he’s out of sight before they even notice he’s gone.
But Hoseok follows him, light and just as fast on his feet. He tracks Jungkook until the omega begins to relax, let down his guard as he slowly winds his way up a parking garage to the rooftop of the decrepit structure.
Hoseok follows him in the shadows, cautiously watching each step and staying down wind. His own scent is easily masked in this part of the city where the stench of gasoline and metal infuse within the streets, but Jungkook has always had a good nose. Hoseok doesn’t doubt that the omega could smell him if he misstepped or let his excitement flare into the wind. It’s a strategic move for the omega to blend into the flurry of scents staining the city, but not enough to keep the alpha at bay.
There’s nowhere for Jungkook to go once he reaches the top of the building, especially with Hoseok stalking him so artfully; he’s blocked himself in for the inevitable. Hoseok doesn’t quite understand it, but then again Jungkook has never been an easy riddle to solve.
When he reaches the top level he finds Jungkook leaning against the roof ledge, watching the run take place below. Few shouts and growls can be heard from here, but Hoseok pays them no mind. Not with his target before him.
“It’s an outdated tradition, you know,” Jungkook says suddenly, back still turned to him. “Expecting male omegas to cut their hair. I like my hair the way that it is. I’m not going to cut it just for an alpha to get more of a rise out of chasing me.”
Hoseok quietly treads closer, narrowly avoiding puddles underfoot like a feline closing in on its prey. “I know.” He doesn’t, not really, but he can appreciate the sentiment.
“I could smell you, you know,” Jungkook says. “No one else smells like tobacco and vanilla.”
Jungkook’s nose is stronger than Hoseok had realized, no one else has ever commented on the slight nutty undertone to his scent before.
When Jungkook finally turns to face him his eyes are blown, cerulean burning in each iris. Hoseok’s eyes linger on the bare skin visible beneath his denim jacket a beat too long and Jungkook smiles.
“We both know how this is going to end,” the omega continues, unmoving as he splays back against the ledge in further torment and exposes his belly. “But I just want you to know, alpha ,” the word has Hoseok’s breath hitching. It’s a dangerous word to use in a situation like this where hormones have already peaked. “That I let you claim me.”
It takes everything within him not to surge forward and pull the omega down to the ground as he speaks. Gums aching as he takes in the omega before him, Hoseok knows that he wouldn’t be in this situation had Jungkook not allowed it. An omega like him isn’t stupid enough to corner themselves like this at a dead end. But the primal part of him still wants a run, a chase.
Sure, he’s effectively captured Jungkook, but it’s not as satisfying this way. Not for his wolf.
“Such a clever thing,” Hoseok taunts, stepping closer. “Yet you seemed to have forgotten one thing about alphas in your thoughtfully crafted plan.” Jungkook’s gaze flicks up from where he had splayed himself against the building, neck exposed and waiting. “Most of us like playing with our food.”
The growl that erupts from his throat comes from deep within Hoseok’s chest, from his own inner alpha clawing at the walls. It kicks Jungkook’s own instincts to life and the omega makes a break for it, sprinting for the ramp they climbed earlier, eyes wide and scent flared.
This time, he’s even faster, as though the first chase from the alphas was nothing but a warm up. The omega flies past Hoseok before he can even react, barreling around him in the blink of an eye. It has the alpha’s wolf howling in satisfaction.
Jungkook is halfway down the first loop by the time Hoseok has reached the top of the slope, hair whipping behind him in the wind like a wild beast. Hoseok wants to stand back and marvel at the sight, but his instincts want more. They won’t let the omega get away from him.
✧
His heart rabbits in his chest with each stride. Jungkook can hear each step the alpha takes towards him resounding through the tunnel they descend, round and round and round. But he’s fast and his endurance is what will help him in the end.
He’s more than pleased to have Hoseok chase him, but he knows he can outrun the man if he pushes himself. Despite what his own wolf might feel he’s not ready to be tied down yet and if he can just make it to the bottom then he’s free. He’ll lose the alpha for good in the mess of concrete and steel that once made up a great city.
Panting, Jungkook speeds on, ready to make his escape when something collides with him from the side and throws him to the ground, knocking the wind from his lungs. He doesn’t even try to think, simply moved by survival, Jungkook tries to rip himself free from the arms that surround him. Strong arms wrap around his waist. An omegan whimper builds in his throat that he tries to suppress as he thrashes. Fighting against his own wolf and Hoseok’s will be futile in the end but that doesn’t stop him from trying.
Hoseok’s hands are relentless as they ensnare him like a python. Jungkook can barely process that the alpha threw himself down a level as he tries to break free, desperate to fight till the end.
It isn’t easy, despite Hoseok’s shorter frame he’s sheer muscle and easily keeps Jungkook pinned. When a growl rises in Hoseok’s throat Jungkook finds himself slipping to his primal needs. Mate , his wolf sings, caught . A purr threatens to build within him. His omega wants to give in.
“Baby,” Hoseok croons, “You didn’t think it would end like this, did you?” Looking at the alpha curled around his abdomen, Jungkook isn’t sure what to think. “We’re not done playing yet.”
Before Jungkook can think, Hoseok is releasing him with a pat to the thigh, eyes dancing.
“Go on, darling, make alpha work for it.”
Hoseok’s eyes sparkle as he pulls away, completely red tinned, and it sets Jungkook’s omega aflame. The impulse to run thrums to life again and he scrambles to his knees before swerving to the left onto the lowest level of the parkade.
Without thought he runs, swerving through abandoned cars and broken glass. This part of the city hasn’t been used in decades and he kicks up dust in his wake leaving an obvious trail. Turning to look behind him though, he doesn’t see the alpha that tackled him anywhere.
Hoseok has always been a good tracker, always helped their pack find food and shelter even after the world felt like it was coming to an end. Jungkook doesn’t doubt that the alpha is listening to him very carefully. Following each and every step. Ready to pounce.
Heart thundering, Jungkook wills it to soften until it gives away nothing. Each breath is calculated as he navigates through the space. If he can get to the nearest window he can jump down the remaining storey without much effort. He just needs to make it a few more meters.
Two car lengths separate him and his way out and Jungkook ducks down behind the body of a rusted car to wait and listen for any sound. Hoseok is still here, there’s no way he would’ve left, but Jungkook has to move if he doesn’t want to get caught. Tension builds around him as he lowers himself to the ground and peers beneath the cars. He can’t see anything beyond deflated tires and disintegrated metal. If Hoseok is nearby then he’s well hidden.
He needs to move now.
Jungkook doesn’t even try to be quiet as he surges forward, and maybe that’s his mistake, because as soon as he reaches the last car before the window he’s hauled back by the scruff of his neck.
Hoseok didn’t even need to grab his hair to capture him, and the thought has excitement coiling within him.
Fingers dig into his neck, squeezing slightly at the sides as stars burst into his vision. Breath caught in his throat, Jungkook doesn’t fight this time as the alpha crowds him over the hood of the nearest car, pinning him in place. He doesn’t register the sound of his jacket ripping until the ring of buttons hitting the ground resounds. The back of his pants are soaked with slick as Hoseok looms over him, eyes bright and feral. The alpha makes a show of inhaling his scent deeply and it has Jungkook shivering. Hands splay against his chest, greedy as they roam his torso, they brush past his nipples and dive lower.
“Clever omega,” Hoseok purrs, “Tried so well to outrun me, to outsmart me.” He accentuates his words with the rut of his hips and Jungkook groans. He can feel the bulge contained in Hoseok’s pants as he grinds against him, it only has Jungkook’s hole clenching in desperation. “Tried to turn this whole thing around in your favour, and where did that get you?” Jungkook feels his entire form vibrate with need. An alpha has caught him. “Right under me, that’s where it got you, baby,” Hoseok taunts.
If it were anyone else, Jungkook wouldn’t stand for the degradation, but each word has his skin prickling in arousal. Only Hoseok could get away with this, only his alpha can toy with him as much as he desires.
“Now look at you, splayed out for me like this.”
Hoseok leans in and his breath ghosts along the column of Jungkook’s throat. For a beat Jungkook waits for canines to graze his skin before he kicks his hips up once more just to see how much give he has. Eager to challenge the alpha, to see if he can get away with it, his omega is curious one last time to confirm that the alpha is a worthy mate. Taking the bait, Hoseok snarls at him, flashing his teeth before he yanks Jungkook down from the middle of the hood and flips him onto his stomach
A hand at his neck forces Jungkook’s face into the metal cover in a scruff, and this time when Hoseok grinds into him Jungkook feels the full weight of his body – the sheer alpha strength restraining him like an unruly pup. Hoseok’s hands move to pin Jungkook’s arms behind his back, and he kicks Jungkook’s legs apart, so his weight sags into the grill. He only has Hoseok’s body keeping him from falling to the ground, yet Jungkook has never felt more secure. With one hand holding his arms to his back, Hoseok uses the other to brush away the hair from his ear, carefully tucking the strands in place as he whispers to him.
“Now, are you done putting up a fight or would you like to try this one more time?” Hoseok teases, fingers brushing the shell of Jungkook’s ear delicately.
Jungkook moans against the hood, hot and heavy. The condensation of it sticks to his face. Now that he’s flipped like this he can’t move and if he did every movement has his own erection pressed even tighter against the grill. Every squirm only has Hoseok pressing up against him even more and the weight of the alpha’s cock so close to where he wants it is unbearable. It’s all it takes for Jungkook to give in completely to his omega. Freedom be damned. He needs this.
A sharp swat to the back of his thigh has Jungkook keening.
“Well?” Hoseok demands.
“I’m done.” He feels breathless as he speaks. He’s never been good at knowing when to stop fighting and give in. “I’ll be good, alpha. I’ll be so good.” Jungkook doesn’t mean to whine, but it slips from him, the pheromones and adrenaline driving him wild. “Please, alpha, take me.”
✧
Jungkook is a sight to be seen, limp and begging beneath him. Hoseok’s cock strains uncomfortably in his pants as he takes him in, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. There’s a dark spot that seeps all the way down Jungkook’s thighs through his dark jeans from slick alone. Hoseok’s alpha feels frenzied at the sight and the need to claim that threatens to devour him. He can feel the haze of rut beginning to rise, it is mating season after all, but he needs to make one last thing clear. He may have caught Jungkook, but is it what the omega wants?
“We can still stop,” he grits out, languidly rutting against Jungkook’s ass. It’s unfair to ask a question like this, while grinding into the omega but he can’t resist, not after what Jungkook said to him, but he tries. He’d stop if he needed to, he just hasn’t felt that need yet. “You can run from me and find another alpha if you’d like, Kook-ah. But not after this, not after I’m done with you.”
His hands move on their own accord down to the swell of Jungkook’s ass, they settle there, waiting. A sound of frustration echoes off of the hood and Jungkook turns his head to the side to try to look back at him.
“If you don’t fuck me now I will go find another alpha more capable of it.”
He always knew the omega was clever and had a sharp tongue but still Hoseok beams at the words. Without hesitation Hoseok unbuckles the belt that’s barely holding up Jungkook’s jeans. The band of Jungkook’s underwear has been taunting him for too long and he shreds the sopping fabric as soon as he has Jungkook’s legs out of the jeans.
With the omega’s bare skin on display he feels his alpha snap, and Hoseok works at the button on his own pants, barely pulling them down enough before pressing forward. He doesn’t push in but revels in the slide between Jungkook’s cheeks, in the saccharine slide that seeps down Jungkook’s legs.
“Alpha,” Jungkook begs, hands moving to scratch at the hood. “Don’t tease, please .”
He sobs into the metal once more as Hoseok thrusts against him. It’s torturous for both of them, and the way Jungkook’s scent swells only convinces the alpha further of their growing need. He makes quick work of fingering Jungkook, but there’s really no need, his body is ready and willing. Still, he revels in licking the substance from each digit.
When he pushes into the omega they both sigh. The tight, wet heat of Jungkook’s hole leaves Hoseok breathless for a few beats. Nothing has ever felt as good as this and the sight of Jungkook’s prone form only makes him more desperate.
Jungkook thrusts back to meet him with every retreat, arching into it. Pretty little waist tapering down into the voluptuous swell of his ass. Hoseok sinks a hand into Jungkook’s hair just so he can pull it back and arch him even further off of the car and growls.
“Thought you were clever, leaving your hair long like this to rile everyone up.” He looks down at where his cock sinks into Jungkook’s reddening rim with each thrust. “And I didn’t even need the advantage. Isn’t that what you wanted, Jungkook? An alpha to prove themselves to you?”
Jungkook tries nodding but the grip Hoseok has on his hair is unrelenting. “Yes, alpha,” he whines.
Tears have begun seeping down his face, a pretty cascade just for him. Hoseok can only guess that his cock is rubbed raw against the grill and takes pity on him, reaching forward to jerk Jungkook off with his movements instead of leaving him to rut against the bumper. The sounds that leave the omega at the touch only scrambles Hoseok’s brain. He can’t think beyond his need and the desire to please his mate as his knot begins to swell. With each thrust it catches and Jungkook’s body trembles at the feeling. Releasing the grip on his hair, Hoseok brings a hand down to Jungkook’s ass and spreads his cheeks as much as he can. Watches as he sinks in again and again before his knot locks in place and Jungkook comes with a cry, chest collapsing against the hood. Hoseok isn’t far behind, grinding into the omega once, twice before leaning over him and sinking his teeth into the long expanse of his neck. Hoseok comes with a groan that’s muffled against his mate’s skin. Hips jerking as he pumps the omega full.
Pulling back, he licks at the blood that seeps from Jungkook’s neck, cleaning the mark as best as he can as overstimulation crashes into them. They stay like that for a while, Hoseok’s tongue stroking the plane of Jungkook’s neck until Jungkook begins to squirm.
He cups a hand around Jungkook’s waist to pull his hips off of the hood when the omega whimpers and complains at the mess. It jostles them both and Jungkook hisses loudly when Hoseok’s knot pulls at his rim. The alpha presses a gentle kiss to his shoulder in apology.
“How long does your knot usually last?” Jungkook finally asks as they stay huddled over the car.
“Not long usually, but I would imagine that mating has an effect on that.”
A blush rises to his cheeks and Hoseok is glad that the omega can’t look at him for the time being. Talking about his knot shouldn’t make him blush considering it’s currently locked inside of Jungkook, but everything feels far more intimate and vulnerable now that the haze of the run has begun to lift.
“Can I,” Jungkook’s voice is somewhat timid when he speaks and Hoseok wonders for the first time if he feels the same way too. “May I complete the bond now, hyung?”
Hoseok’s heart swells and threatens to spill from his lips. Instead of answering, he wraps his hand around the slope of Jungkook’s throat and guides him back towards his scent gland. Leaning forward, he holds Jungkook in place as he presents his neck. The timid press of Jungkook’s teeth is sharp and warm and has heat coiling in his gut once more.
Jungkook’s tongue is careful as it swipes up the blood and Hoseok can’t help but whimper at the feeling, at all the feelings that come crashing into him as the bond snaps into place. Carefully, he pushes Jungkook back down onto the vehicle and holds him close, wrapping his arms around him and breathing him in. The mixture of their scents has a purr of contentment rumbling in his chest.
“Are you alright?” he asks once the cascade of emotions settles.
Jungkook hums in response and doesn’t say more, but he doesn’t need to. Hoseok can feel how satisfied his mate is through their bond in happy little bursts of light that simmer beneath the surface.
It takes a while before his knot finally deflates enough for him to pull out, and the sight of Jungkook’s puffy rim leaking his spend has Hoseok desperate to drag him over the hood once more but Jungkook holds firm.
“Not again here.” There are still indentations of the fender on his knees and the form of the hood pressed into his pelvis. “Take me back to your den, alpha.”
And, well, there’s no way Hoseok could ever deny him that.
His mate deserves that, at the very least. And when he does take Jungkook back to their pack, omega cradled in his arms as they walk through the abandoned city, his heart feels fuller than it ever has before.