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It’s been just a little over five months since the incident which reduced their pack to only seven. And it’s been a month less than that since their relocation; a new town, new house, and new jobs for six betas and one baby alpha. And they’re trying their best to readjust; make a new life for themselves.
Jungkook is thankful for the amount of time he’s able to spend with the rest of the pack, even if it’s much less than beforehand. Balancing both their and his new work schedules means sacrificing time together, despite how much they desperately need both leisure and one-on-one time.
Seokjin’s able to pay most of the rent at the new place with his nursing job, but the pressure to support seven people is certainly felt. It became obvious soon after the move that everybody would have to pitch in-- not that they wouldn’t have to begin with. So, everybody works full time lately. And on top of that Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jimin have the added trouble of going to school.
The boys set Friday night for their own leisure and pack time, dubbing it “family night.” It’s needed, considering how hard it is for them to find downtime-- let alone mutual pack time with everybody together. And ever since last week’s family night, when the collective household gathered all their bedding in the same spot to watch a movie, a sort of makeshift nest has been left in the living room. It takes up both the couch and the majority of floor space.
Despite the inconvenience of both its placement and size, none of the boys have thought to clean it up at all. Instead, it’s become a reason to spend even more time together. Some or all of the pack members, depending on the night, will fall asleep together in the nest. The effect of spending more time together, even just sleeping near each other, is noticeable, and their moods are improved. Even Yoongi’s.
With the increased amount of time spent together, Jungkook can’t help but notice more changes. It’s inevitable-- the boys are adjusting to the loss of the entire rest of the pack, a hole in leadership, and, on top of that, establishing a new place to call home. Adjusting to their new dynamics. With that adjusting comes the changing of certain behaviors, and, more notably, scents.
Seokjin’s scent has changed. Just a little bit. So little that Kook is caught in wondering whether it truly changed, or whether he was simply more observant of something that was already there now that the pack lived in such close quarters. It’s easy for him to doubt himself, but he’s certain that at least something
It serves its purpose for now, and Jungkook knows that his hyung certainly deserves it, but there’s another need which he tries too much not to think about. A need to be direct, upfront, and praising in the slight changes his hyung has gone through. He knows that really, in being just a close friend to his hyung, it shouldn’t matter to Jin how he feels about his body. So there should be no need to really tell him. That doesn’t keep the need from being there, though.
The amount of time that Kook has spent with the pack, even disregarding the nest in the living room, has blessedly become more and more over the past couple of weeks. Lately, the severity and regularity of Jungkook’s ruts have been slowly increasing. It’s not something particularly surprising. Even before his presentation, he would hear elder alphas mention the many reasons behind an irregular or frequent rut; stress, moves, changes of hierarchy in within a pack, an access of omegas, a lack of omegas even. It could be any number of reasons. Lord knows his life isn't simple. But, though there isn't necessarily something for him to be worried about, that doesn't mean that this whole rut business isn't bothersome.
By now, with his ruts have found a semi-regularity of two-to-three weeks, as opposed to the twice a year he was once used to. Jungkook’s had to take an unfortunate (though fortunate in the fact that he gets to be around his hyungs much more often) amount of time away from work. And often when he is at work, he has to tolerate a cocktail of body-aches, aggressiveness, and unrelenting horniness. It gets to be almost too much, though he doesn’t let the pack know in any sort of words. He’s always been the suffer-in-silence type.
Soon, on a Friday night, with the pack gathered in the living-space,-- some lounging in the nest, and some around the table-- Seokjin broaches the subject of Jungkook possibly quitting. At least for the foreseeable future, up until his body calms down.
“It’s just,” Jin pauses, trying to find the most sensitive phrasing. “... We can’t risk exposure. Again.”
Even with Jin’s sensitivity, there’s no way to keep the mood from dropping in the room. Jungkook’s want to argue with his hyungs, on principle hating the idea of leaving the rest to work while he does nothing to support the pack, is nearly completely wiped from the slate. He’d thought of maybe arguing for just one more month of trying to work; then he could see how he feels. But he knows his hyungs are right. It doesn’t make the guilt from feeling he’s not pulling his weight any less, however.
“I just… want to help.” Is all he says in reply, shifting his gaze downward.
“You still can, Kookie,” Namjoon offers from his seat at the table, “Jin-hyung’s right, though. You’ll just have to help the pack in other ways.”
Hobi scoots closer to the maknae on the couch and sets hit hand hand on his knee in a comforting gesture, “We just worry about you, baby.”
By the end of the night, he ends up agreeing with the rest of the pack, promising that he’ll put his two-weeks in during his next shift. Soon, the rest of the pack goes about their own business, leaving only Jungkook and Seokjin were left in the living space. The oldest pats Jungkook on the head, and is about to do the same, when the younger pipes up.
“Ah, hyung?” In his nervousness, Kook develops a fascination with his nails, picking and chewing at them as his looks up at the older, “Could we maybe snuggle or something tonight?”
It wasn’t an irregular question. Werewolf packs were known to be touchy, and Jungkook has become even more so from the regularity of his ruts as well as the stress of the past few months. So, really, he has no reason to be nervous. He knows that he doesn’t even really need to ask, and that his hyungs were open and willing to give him whatever comfort he needs whenever he needs it; just like he would for them. But something about Jin specifically, lately, makes Jungkook feel like his heart is going to beat straight out of his chest. He’s terrified of even the idea of rejection from the older, even though he knows his hyung never would. Not really.
“Of course, puppy.” The nickname, like “baby,” was a common one for the maknae amongst the rest of the pack, and had been for a long while. Something about hearing it once again makes a part of Jungkook preen.
The two end up laying together on the couch, Jungkook laying his head against his hyung’s should. The sound of crickets humming rhythmically outside overlays Jin’s steady breathing. After a few moments, Kook is already in a thoughtless daze as he breaks the near-silence,
“Mm, hyung,” He noses against Seokjin’s neck, and for the first time in too-long, scents him in earnest. His embarrassment hits him before he even says anything further, but he finishes his thought aloud anyway, as if compelled by some force, “You smell so good.”
“Yeah?” Jin lets out a low, animal hum as he readjusts himself and bares his neck to the younger without even thinking. He lets out a contented sigh as the maknae takes the opportunity to press his mouth against his neck, and breathes deeply. Seokjin’s scent has gone from heavy and cloying to something ripe.
Come morning, Jungkook wakes up on the couch alone now. Groggy, and still bleary-eyed, he hears the sound of movement and the clanging of dishes from just a few feet away, in the kitchen-area. As he moves to get up, leaning over the couch and gripping the edges of the nest, Jimin’s voice sounds from the same direction.
"Ah!" The sound of something heavy and metallic hitting the floor clangs through the house, and Jungkook's grogginess has left him. "Ah... Sorry Kookie."
Jimin's blonde head pops around the partition between the living room and kitchen areas. "Jin-hyung left a little bit ago. He got called into work early." Early, indeed. Based on the amount of sun seeping through the windows, one could guess that it was before even eight a.m.
The maknae sighs, still tired, and throws himself back against the nest, half-hanging off the couch. Eyes closed, he hears and smells Jimin padding toward him from the kitchen. Soon, Jimin stands over him, and runs his fingers through the maknae's hair lazily. Jungkook, thankful for the contact, leans into Jimin’s touch.
“Did you sleep well?” Jimin says. He sounds only slightly less tired than Kook. The younger closes his eyes and gives a soft nod before internally searching for the sleepiness that had just left him so suddenly. He'd been hoping to sleep in before making the mistake of sleeping on the couch. Jimin soon speaks up again, “Do you want some coffee?”
Jungkook lets out a hoarse, “Sure" before rubbing his eyes and making the move to get up.
As he finally sits up and stretches, Kook gets full view of Jimin’s body as he retreats back into the kitchen area. The first thing he notes is how markedly little Jimin is wearing. Little even for Jimin, who is no stranger to immodesty. Jimin’s outfit, if it can be called that at all, is made up of only a large, old sleeping shirt cropped just above his belly-button as well as a pair of cheeky, black panties lined in lace. Jungkook wonders when he bought the latter. Jimin isn’t necessarily one to shy away from showing his body off, but this has the maknae’s brows knit together. He'd be embarrassed to admit that it's more due to his piqued curiosity than out of confusion. The outfit does its job well in showing another thing. The second thing he notes: Much like with their oldest hyung, Jimin's body has gone through some rapid changes. So much so that Jungkook knows how much more noticeably Jimin has change in comparison to Jin.
He’s surprised that he hasn’t noticed really at all. In his defense, though, he hasn’t seen Jimin anymore than in passing for the past few days. Just a few days, though, certainly couldn't account for his hyung's newly-attained fullness.
The short length of the sleeping shirt fully reveals just how wide the his hips have become. The panties do little to cover up much of anything, and even if Jimin bought them recently, they’re certainly too small now. They might as well be a thong, really. The back of the panties are near-invisible now, riding up, and disappearing between Jimin’s fat cheeks, which are on full display. And as Jimin turns to face the counter to turn on the coffee maker, the younger can also see how his pecs have grown into small, perky breasts, more noticeable do to the hardened nipples peeking through the thin material of his shirt. Yes. It's hard to believe, but in the matter of just a few days, Jimin's body has become something picturesque of a full, fertile softness completely uncharacteristic of any male beta.
Jungkook’s recent ruts must’ve taken their toll on him because before he can catch himself. He's feels as if he's going mad. He's become so hyper-observant of his roommates to the point of being able to note every little change within them. Maybe he's even making these changes up. That would certainly make the most sense. He catches himself thinking about bending his hyung over the counter, groping his ass, and possibly doing more. God.
Kook feels a wave of lust pull at his abdomen, fumbles for one of the pillows, and pulls it onto his lap to hide the evidence his hard cock. He can’t control himself from straining his neck to get at least something of a view of his hyung, though, no matter how obscured. The alpha side of him, starved of any omega interaction for months now, will do anything to get even just a momentary visual fix. Kook watches his hyung’s hips swinging and ass cheeks jiggling with each step as he crosses the kitchen and has to bite back a groan.
He’d feel bad now, and knows he will later, for his debased lusting over his hyung. If it weren’t for his alpha instincts sending his brain haywire. He’s never thought of Jimin, or any of his hyungs, in this way ever. He’s never been attracted to a beta before. Though, even though his logical brain doesn’t yet realize it, all his alpha side sees is an omega. An omega almost ready for breeding.