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There’s just something about Jungkook lately, something that sends a pleasant fluttering through Namjoon’s insides.
Jungkook is sweet and cute, sexy with tattoos and a body like a fortress. He’s always praised Namjoon as the leader of the team, trailing along behind him like a little lost sheep. Namjoon has always been endeared by him but lately…something's changed.
He knows that Jungkook senses it too.
There’s just one thing in the way.
“Hyung!” Jungkook grins, bounding over to Namjoon excitedly. “You’re back!”
Namjoon smiles warmly as he enters the dorm, his heart rate increases at Jungkook’s pretty smile. It looks like he’s in a good mood, his cheeks lightly flushed, his scent—
Namjoon quickly covers his mouth and nose.
That’s the problem. Jungkook’s omega scent smells like rotten eggs, like seafood way off its expiry date. It has to be the worst scent Namjoon has ever smelt in his life - it never fails to leave him gagging and have his head hurting with nausea.
Jungkook’s face falls, “hyung? What’s wrong?”
“N-Nothing!” Namjoon insists. Poor, sweet little Jungkook has no idea.
“Then…why are you covering your face like that?”
“I just…Bought some new hand cream! It smells really good, so—“
“Let me smell,” Jungkook cuts in, taking ahold of Namjoon’s hand and bringing it to his perfect, kissable nose. He inhales, his delicate breath making the hair on the back of Namjoon’s neck stand on edge. “Mm, your hands do smell nice,” he smiles, shy, “you always smell so nice, hyung…”
“So do you,” Namjoon lies, letting his hands fall to his sides with a strained smile.
“What do I smell like?” Jungkook asks, eyes wide and curious. So innocent, Namjoon wants to cry.
“Uh…like…the prettiest flowers!” Namjoon ruffles Jungkook’s hair. “Sorry—I’ve gotta get going,” he rushes out, all but darting to his bedroom.
With the door shut behind him, Namjoon gags. Oh god .
Why? Why must his crush’s scent not agree with him?
The worst part is, Namjoon seems to be the only one who is put off by his smell.
At lunchtime, Namjoon finally exits the comfort of his room to venture out for food. He creeps into the kitchen slowly, eyes darting around with haste. He counts five members. No sign of Jungkook.
“What is it now?” Yoongi asks with a quirked brow, turning away from the food he’s making to regard his bandmate.
“Jungkookie isn’t here, right?” Namjoon asks instead.
Hoseok shrugs, “haven’t seen him. Come, sit. Hyung is making panjeon.”
“Is this about the kid’s scent again?” Yoongi sighs, turning away to continue stirring the batter around the bowl.
“How can such a sweet little omega smell so—“ Namjoon retches; even thinking about that scent has him reeling. “Oh…help me…..”
“Please, you’re so dramatic,” Jimin sighs with a roll of his eyes.
“It’s because you guys are omegas and betas! His scent affects me differently!”
“It really can’t be that bad,” Hoseok, the beta, insists with a chuckle. “Can’t you just ignore it?”
“It’s unbearable!” Namjoon groans, “you guys don’t get it--”
“I like how Jungkookie smells,” omega Taehyung unhelpfully supplies as he drapes himself over Jimin. “His scent is sweet.”
Namjoon grimaces. “His scent smells like the devil’s excrement.”
“Kim Namjoon!” Seokjin playfully scolds him, batting his arm with a shake of his head. “You mean devil’s ‘shit’. You can’t use big words or the younger ones will never understand what you’re trying to say.”
“Hey! I got it,” Jimin insists with a huff as he pets Taehyung’s head. “His scent is bad, apparently. We get it.”
“I personally have no sympathy for you,” Yoongi shrugs. “It’s your fault for falling in love with your bandmate. This is just bad karma.”
“You’re probably right…” Namjoon sighs in dismay. “I always try to keep things professional. It’s just a crush; maybe I can get over it soon.”
Hoseok and Jimin share a look. They’re right, who is he kidding?
Namjoon groans as he slumps against the kitchen counter. “It’s just so unfair! Omegas shouldn’t smell like that. Especially not beautiful, sweet little omegas like Jungkook,” Namjoon frowns, “it’s my fault. I’m broken...”
“You’re not broken,” Yoongi insists, always the voice of reason. “Omega scents affect all alphas differently and vice-versa. It just so happens that Jungkookie’s scent manifests itself negatively in your nostrils. It’s not the end of the world.”
Namjoon clenches his jaw; it’s unfair that this is happening, but Yoongi is right. It’s not the end of the world.
“Yeah, you’re right...It only really affects me when we’re really close. It’s pretty bearable most of the time, especially with your guys’ scents overshadowing it.”
Yoongi hums, “see? And you’re welcome.”
Namjoon cannot give up on Jungkook, no matter how disgusting his scent is. He’s never felt so strongly for anyone before; never felt so endeared by someone doing something as simple as applying lip balm. He’s got it bad, and he’s not letting it go.
There must be something he can do.
Namjoon is alone in the living room one day after work, splayed out on the sofa with his hands resting behind his head. Think, Namjoon. Think!
His gaze drifts to the coffee table where a box of tissues lay. Lightbulb moment!
Namjoon grabs a few of the tissues, glances around quickly just to check that he is alone, before stuffing them up his nostrils. Maybe this could work?
To test it out he tries to sniff the air of the smelly dorm, but he can’t seem to smell anything. He lifts his arm, tries to sniff his pit before letting his arm fall again. He can’t smell his stench, but he did just shower so maybe there is no stench--
“What are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice startles Namjoon, his cute giggle sending his heart ablaze.
Namjoon flushes in embarrassment as Jungkook approaches him, “I…uh, I had a bit of a nosebleed…”
Jungkook kneels beside him with a concerned look, “are you okay now? Do you need anything?”
He’s waiting for that wave to hit him, for Jungkook’s stench to overwhelm him and cause him to retreat.
But he can’t seem to smell it. Victory at last!
Without that scent clouding his mind and making him feel sick, Namjoon is able to fully appreciate his proximity to Jungkook. The gorgeous, sweet omega that he’s in love with.
“I’m perfect,” he exhales a breath, eyes tracing over Jungkook’s pretty features, the mole at the bottom of his lip that matches his own. He wants to kiss it, kiss him . “I need your lips on mine.”
Jungkook lets out a breath in surprise, and Namjoon feels too far gone to take it back. “Hyung…I wish you had said that sooner,” he says quietly, a hand coming to Namjoon’s cheek before he leans in for a kiss.
Namjoon’s stomach erupts into butterflies at the feeling of those lips on his. Immediately, Namjoon’s hands come to Jungkook’s small waist as he melds their lips together.
God, Jungkook feels amazing like this; Namjoon always knew he would.
He dips his tongue inside and Namjoon loses it, pressing Jungkook onto his back with a grunt. Jungkook chuckles against his lips, pulling back to look up at him.
“You look silly like this,” Jungkook teases, pulling the tissue out from Namjoon’s nose.
Namjoon’s features immediately scrunch up. Oh no …how is he going to get out of this without hurting Jungkook’s feelings? Maybe he can make up an excuse; he could say he needs to go to the bathroom--
Namjoon blinks.
Can it be?
Jungkook’s scent has changed.
What is that he detects? Arousal? Whatever it is, he smells...
Delicious.
“Oh my god! ” Namjoon groans, pressing his lips to Jungkook’s neck, sloppy tongue trailing along the skin to taste, nose brushing feverishly to scent.
“H-Hyung!” Jungkook flushes, embarrassed as Namjoon pins his hands to the sofa.
“You smell so fucking good!” Namjoon moans. He could come right now, but he won’t allow that to happen before he knots Jungkook and pumps him full of his pups.
Jungkook pulls him close for another sloppy kiss, moaning as Namjoon eagerly grinds down onto him. “Hyung, my slick is going to soak through my sweatpants at this rate…”
“Do you want to stop?” Namjoon asks through his daze, squeezing Jungkook’s hips.
“Fuck, no,” Jungkook huffs, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Want you. Just…in private.”
“Gotcha,” Namjoon grins, hoisting Jungkook over his shoulder. “Bedroom it is.”
“Hurry, hyung,” Jungkook moans, kicking his feet impatiently as Namjoon makes a beeline for his bedroom. Namjoon is strong, but Jungkook is muscled and heavy so it takes him a minute to get them over there, much to his dismay.
Namjoon all but tears Jungkook’s clothes off him once they’re safely away from prying eyes, hands, lips and tongue dragging over the flushed skin. Jungkook’s back arches beautifully into every touch, his hands desperately pawing at Namjoon’s chest.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” Jungkook moans, his nails dragging down Namjoon’s back. “Wanted you for so long.”
“Are we going too fast?” Namjoon asks, rutting up against Jungkook regardless.
“Can't go slow, not now that I know you like me back.”
“Of course I do. How could I not? Want to devour you, baby,” Namjoon growls, “if that’s okay…” he adds as an afterthought.
Jungkook chuckles at that, cute in a way that makes Namjoon’s stomach flip. “It’s more than okay. Give it to me, hyung...God, please…”
Namjoon enters him in a daze; the smell is divine, the sight of Jungkook beneath him is breathtaking, and, fuck, is he tight . He must’ve saved a planet in a past life, either that or he’s the luckiest alpha in the entire world .
Jungkook is leaking everywhere, slick and precum covering his body and the sheets as Namjoon begins to thrust in earnest.
“So messy, baby,” Namjoon purrs, his large hands gliding over the smooth skin of Jungkook’s abdomen.
Jungkook throws his head back after a particularly harsh thrust and seeing him in so much pleasure just drives Namjoon crazy .
“Good? Yeah?” Namjoon pants, giving it to the omega even harder, causing him to wail and grip onto the sheets with white knuckles.
“So good—so good, hyung…more, give me more,” he moans, and who is Namjoon to deny him?
He loses control, pummelling Jungkook’s sweet, stretched hole, chasing his own pleasure. God, he’s fucking Jungkook so hard he’s being pushed off the bed by the force of his cock driving into him.
“Yes!” Jungkook cries out. He’s half off the bed, reaching his hands out to balance on the carpet as Namjoon’s thrusts grow relentless. He sinks lower and lower with every thrust, Namjoon following suit until they’re both on the floor. Namjoon doesn’t let up, completely unhinged as he keeps pounding into his sweet spot.
He wants more, he wants to go deeper. Namjoon has Jungkook bent in half, only just notices Jungkook’s release, streams of white that decorate his stomach. God, the sight has Namjoon reaching his end. When he feels his knot begin to swell, Namjoon uses every fibre of his being to pull out, quickly milking himself over Jungkook’s stomach with a blissed-out moan.
Jungkook splays out like a starfish on the carpet with a dazed grin, his chest rising and falling, nipples still perked up. Namjoon wants to bite them.
On shaky legs, Namjoon stands upright, offering Jungkook a hand before they both collapse onto the bed in a naked, sweaty heap.
“Sorry, think I went too crazy there.”
Jungkook quickly shakes his head, “I loved every second. Never been fucked off the bed before!”
Namjoon chuckles shyly at that, pulling Jungkook close despite his stickiness. “You came, right?”
“Yeah.” Jungkook dips his head coyly, “three times.”
“ Three? ” Namjoon dimples, pride rising in his chest as he presses a kiss to the top of Jungkook’s head. “Good, I’m glad I could satisfy you.”
“You did more than that…” Jungkook utters, burying himself cutely into Namjoon’s chest.
Namjoon is so in love. God, he’s smitten.
Jungkook is perfect; he’s everything Namjoon could possibly want in an omega. Minus the stench.
As they’re cuddling in bed, Namjoon pressing kisses along Jungkook’s shoulder, his scent returns to its disgusting state.
Namjoon resists the urge to gag as he gets a big whiff of it. He curses under his breath.
“Hyung?” Jungkook frowns, pressing his lips to Namjoon’s.
So, when Jungkook is aroused he smells heavenly, and when he’s not he smells… terrible?
Namjoon holds his breath as he snakes a hand down the length of Jungkook’s gorgeous, naked body. He takes hold of his soft cock, stroking him leisurely.
Jungkook gasps softly at the sensation, burying his head into Namjoon’s neck as he spreads his legs. “You really want to get me worked up again?”
“Of course, baby,” Namjoon grins, squeezing his cock as Jungkook moans. And there it is, that sweet smell fills his nostrils once again, enough for him to get drunk off it. “That’s it, baby, that’s it…” Namjoon croons, shuffling between Jungkook’s legs, kissing across the sensitive skin before licking a stripe up his cock.
His thighs are still wet with slick and come, Namjoon groans at the sight, sucking Jungkook into his mouth as he hardens.
“Hyung…” Jungkook moans, kicking his feet a little restlessly. “Fuck, this is so hot. You’re so hot…”
As Namjoon gives Jungkook his fourth orgasm of the night, sucking it right out of him with a pleased groan, he has a little time to think.
Aroused Jungkook smells good. Regular Jungkook smells bad. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the solution here.
Namjoon simply has to keep Jungkook aroused forever . He thinks it could be possible.
When Jungkook is fully spent he becomes sleepy, dozing off against Namjoon’s side. Namjoon really wishes he could stay like this for a while longer, but Jungkook’s scent is extremely nauseating. He reluctantly parts from Jungkook and gathers his clothes, giving the sweet omega one last, sad look before he leaves the room.
Things don’t get any easier now that they’ve made their relationship official. If anything, things have just gotten a whole lot worse.
Jungkook keeps approaching Namjoon to give him sweet, chaste kisses and to cuddle up with him on the sofa. Namjoon cannot bear Jungkook’s little frown when he recoils. He has to do something.
Namjoon pulls him into a deep kiss, trying to cast his mind from that awful smell. Jungkook accepts his lips easily, gasping in delight as Namjoon pulls him onto his lap.
It’s not enough. Namjoon squeezes Jungkook’s hips, licks down the length of his neck, purrs into his ear before he can see Jungkook tenting in his jeans and can smell that sweet nectar.
Namjoon gets into his knees on the floor and pulls Jungkook out of his jeans, sucking him into his mouth until Jungkook is trembling, moaning and spilling his load.
“What was that for?” Jungkook asks in his post-orgasm daze, cheeks flushed prettily as he grins at his boyfriend.
“You look pretty when you come,” Namjoon responds honestly, smothering Jungkook with kisses before he gets up and hastily leaves the room.
It’s not ideal, but it’s all he’s got so far.
Today is their day off, so in the afternoon they decide to go on a walk together. It’s easier being out in the fresh air, but it’s still hard to hold Jungkook’s hand and have him pressed against his side.
Fortunately, Jungkook is the horniest person he’s ever known, which suits Namjoon perfectly. He doesn’t dare to complain when Jungkook leads him off the trail and into a secluded area of the forest, tugging him close for a passionate kiss amongst the greenery. Namjoon gets lost in his delectable scent in no time, spinning Jungkook around and tugging down his jeans. He sinks to his knees, pulling apart his cheeks to lick at his hole, lapping up the sweet slick dribbling down his thighs.
“Hyung is always so horny… ah ,” Jungkook moans, fisting his cock as Namjoon fucks his tongue inside. “Love it, love it so much.”
Namjoon’s heart warms at the same time heat curls in his gut, “you make me this way,” Namjoon says, pressing kisses up his thighs. “can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”
It’s beyond true; he wants to give Jungkook the world, take him shopping and buy him everything he wants, go to a restaurant and order everything on the menu and watch him eat it with a dopey smile. He wants to hold Jungkook’s hand, kiss him and never let him go.
Instead, Namjoon fucks him up against a tree.
“Gotta be quiet, baby,” Namjoon purrs into his ear, nipping the lobe before he enters Jungkook, hissing a breath at the tight warmth sucking him in.
Namjoon starts a smooth grind, sinking in slowly only to pull out. Jungkook whimpers at the sensation, reaching back blindly to grip Namjoon’s hip. It’s when Namjoon’s hips kick into gear, thrusts becoming harsh enough to create a slapping sound, that Jungkook becomes unable to hold back his moans.
“We’ll be caught,” Namjoon murmurs but he can’t help but grin, positively giddy that he can make Jungkook lose control like this in public.
“D-Don’t care,” Jungkook pants, squealing as Namjoon firmly grips his hips and slams right into his sweet spot. “Ah--hyung, hyung! ” he moans, holding onto the tree for dear life.
They really will be caught if Jungkook doesn’t stop moaning so loudly. Namjoon puts a hand over Jungkook’s mouth, muffling his noises as he slams in harshly, rocking his whole body with each thrust.
“Good, baby?” Namjoon grunts, wrapping his free arm around Jungkook’s waist. He’s getting lazy, almost at his release as he grinds up against Jungkook, holding him up when his knees threaten to buckle.
Jungkook nods rapidly with another muffled moan, and Namjoon notes the cute way his hands have balled up into fists against the tree. He needs to take care of his baby, so Namjoon reaches for Jungkook’s swollen cock, only managing to tug him once before he’s spilling his cum, dribbling and oozing out onto the dirt as he makes a final, muffled cry.
He’s so wet, so pliant and warm, Namjoon moans in bliss. “Would knot you so hard if we didn’t have to be quick about this,” Namjoon grunts, chasing his release with a few harsh thrusts before he pulls out and finishes himself off, moaning at the streams of white decorating his boyfriend’s pretty behind.
Namjoon tugs his soft cock a final time with a shudder. “Fuck...That was good, you’re so good...” he pants, quickly tucking himself away before he reaches for Jungkook, still slumped against the tree.
When Jungkook turns around and Namjoon catches sight of his red lips and tear-stained, flushed cheeks, his cock twitches despite itself.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Namjoon breathes, pressing a kiss to his lips before he helps Jungkook quickly redress.
Jungkook chuckles breathlessly, “I thought I’d be worried about being seen but...that was really fun. Maybe I discovered a new kink.”
Namjoon shakes his head with a laugh, “please don’t say that…”
“Why, because you’ll want to fuck me everywhere?” Jungkook grins, far too cute for the words coming out of his mouth.
“Exactly,” Namjoon sighs, pulling Jungkook into his arms. “Let’s head back and wash up, hm?”
“Okay. Can’t promise I won’t stop to let you fuck me again and the way home-- hey! ”
Jungkook pouts as Namjoon teasingly pinches him, grinning as he takes Jungkook’s hand. “Baby, I’m spent. I’ll mount you again tomorrow.”
Jungkook blushes at that, “promise?”
Namjoon breathes in Jungkook’s aroused scent with a happy sigh, “I cannot think of a better way to spend my time.”
It’s reassuring to know that Jungkook is into all this sex, that it’s not strange or weird for them to go at it so much. Maybe Namjoon will never have to admit the truth.
After all, Namjoon can hardly complain.
Not when Jungkook insists on sharing the car home from the next schedule with him, putting the privacy blind up before he sucks Namjoon off in the back seat. Namjoon kisses him all the way home in a frenzy.
Namjoon loves every second of being with Jungkook like this. Except…he wants those other moments; the moments of laying on the sheets post-sex, the pillow talk, giggles and sweet words.
He wants to be able to have those moments too. He’ll just have to try harder.
Despite Namjoon’s best efforts, he just can’t bear to be around his boyfriend for long periods of time; every time he breathes in Jungkook’s scent for too long he begins to feel sick, a pounding headache that forces him to retreat to his room.
It’s a problem when the other guys are around, too. Namjoon can’t simply get Jungkook off when there are people watching.
Jungkook is pressed against his side on the living room sofa as they watch some TV with the other members. Namjoon tries to hold his breath, but he still has to visit the bathroom six times to have a break away from the stench.
When Jungkook rubs up against him, Namjoon gags.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook frowns, his round eyes widening in concern.
Namjoon’s heart clenches as he shakes his head, “I’m not feeling too great…”
“Maybe you should get some rest, you’ve been working so hard lately,” Jungkook says sweetly, a concerned furrow to his brow as he strokes Namjoon’s arm. “Let me take care of you, hyung!”
Fuck.
Namjoon can’t escape, he’s coaxed into bed by Jungkook, given water and a leg massage.
“I’m fine, Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon insists a little desperately, rolling into his front to bury his nose in his pillow. “Really, I-I might just sleep…”
“How about I join y—“
“ No! ”
“Sorry—“ Jungkook chuckles sheepishly. “You’re probably beginning to get sick of me. I’ll try not to be so clingy.”
Namjoon frowns, sitting up and taking Jungkook’s hands in his own, putrid scent be damned. “Baby, no…I’d never get sick of you.” Breathe in, hold it. “I’m just…irritable because I’m not feeling well.” Breathe out…yuck… “I’m sorry.”
Jungkook smiles softly, squeezing Namjoon’s hand. “Don’t be, I get it. I’ll let you get some sleep, okay?”
Namjoon presses a kiss to his tattooed hand before he leaves. He flops onto his back with a sigh.
He’s not even tired. Something has to be done; he’s not sure how much longer he can go on like this.
Like he sent a message telepathically (which he probably did, who knows), there’s a knock at his bedroom door a few minutes later.
Namjoon sighs, he already knows who it is. “Come in, Jimin-ah.”
Jimin creeps inside with a sheepish smile, slowly closing the door behind him, “hey…you feeling okay?”
“I am now that Jungkookie is away from me,” Namjoon grunts, rubbing his face in his hands. “This is killing me…”
Jimin frowns as he sits on the end of Namjoon’s bed. “You need to tell him, hyung.”
“I can’t, he’ll be so embarrassed and hurt…”
“So it’s worse to lie?”
“Maybe…”
“Hyung!”
“I don’t know, Jiminie…I’m stuck. I really—I love him…”
Jimin’s face immediately softens. “You do?”
Namjoon nods, “I really do. God, I love him so much, I feel crazy,” Namjoon groans as he rakes his fingers through his hair. He feels like tugging his hair out at this point. “I don’t want to lose him…”
“Hyung, you’ve been putting up with his bad scent this whole time,” Jimin says, placing a comforting hand on his ankle. “You still spend a lot of time with him even though it’s hard for you. If that doesn’t show how much you love him…”
“Maybe you’re right…” Namjoon admits with a long, slow sigh. His shoulders sag, “I’ll have to tell him.”
It’s all going to come out eventually, whatever happens. Jungkook is bound to catch on, so it’s better if he just gets this over and done with.
Namjoon finds time during the day at the office, a few of the guys are sitting around in the company lounge. Namjoon approaches his boyfriend a little hesitantly.
“Jungkook-ah…can we talk? In private.”
Jungkook nods timidly, getting up and following Namjoon into his studio.
“Oh, god…” he mutters under his breath as Namjoon shuts the door.
Namjoon’s heart stops, does he already know? “I’m sor—“
“Please don’t!” Jungkook cries, slumping onto Namjoon’s sofa with his head in his hands.
“Please don’t…what?” Namjoon asks, confused as he settles beside him.
Jungkook lifts his head with watery eyes, the sight is heartbreaking. “Please don’t break up with me…”
“What?” Namjoon’s huffs in disbelief, taking Jungkook’s hands in his, kissing his forehead a little too forcefully. “Jungkook—I never—of course I’m not breaking up with you! I—I…” Namjoon blushes, voice dipping and softening as he utters those three, special words. “I love you…”
Jungkook’s eyes widen further, his cheeks flushing pink. “O-Oh,” he stutters, looking down at his lap before meeting Namjoon’s gaze again. “Hyung…me too, but…I’m not ready to get married.”
“ Married? ” Namjoon wheezes, choking on a laugh. “Baby…no, that’s not…” the laughter comes easily after that, he pulls away to run his fingers through his hair. “This is a mess, I’m sorry…”
“Oh…then…what did you wanna tell me, hyung?”
Namjoon sighs, “just remember that I love you, alright?” Jungkook nods. Namjoon needs to choose his words carefully. “You smell really bad.”
“Hyung!” Jungkook snorts, punching Namjoon playfully on the arm. “I literally showered this morning, c’mon. What did you want to say?”
“No…” Namjoon sighs again, taking Jungkook’s hands in his and bravely looking into his eyes. “Your omega scent, baby. It-It makes me want to vomit.”
Jungkook’s playful smile quickly turns into a concerned frown. “My…What?”
Namjoon probably could have handled this situation just a touch more delicately, but it’s too late to backtrack now. “It’s really hard to be around you because of your scent…I don’t know why, it just doesn’t agree with me. That’s why I keep getting sick. I really want to spend every waking moment with you but your scent makes it difficult.”
“So…it doesn’t smell like flowers?”
Namjoon huffs a laugh; Jungkook is too cute, he doesn’t deserve this at all. “Unfortunately not…I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“What does it smell like?”
“I’d rather not say.”
Jungkook’s shoulders slump. “And…it’s really bad?”
Namjoon doesn’t respond.
“Oh god…”
“But—it’s not always bad. I figured out that when you get aroused you smell—indescribably amazing .”
Jungkook’s eyes widen hopefully, “I do?”
“God, yes. Made me want to fuck you all the time, you make me crazy. ”
Jungkook’s lips part just slightly, and Namjoon’s gets a big whiff of that scent.
“Oh…You like that, huh?” Namjoon breathes in deeply with a smirk, hands immediately coming to Jungkook’s thighs, running up and down smoothly. “That’s the smell…Mm...”
“Fuck, hyung…knowing you like it turns me on…”
“Wish you smelt like this all the time, I’d never let you go,” Namjoon growls, pulling Jungkook onto his lap. “Would have you permanently seated on my cock.”
Jungkook giggles at that, rocking his hips like the devil he is. “None of the other hyungs would ever see me again.”
Namjoon huffs, a smirk forming onto his lips, mind screaming at him to rip Jungkook’s jeans off and mate-mate-mate--
“Wait,” Namjoon sighs, dipping his head reluctantly. “Sorry, we got off track.”
“Right,” Jungkook’s shoulders slump with his sigh. His scent turns spoiled again and Namjoon heaves, quickly covering his mouth and nose as Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Sorry, hyung…” he utters sadly, getting off his lap and moving to the other side of the room.
“Baby, no…” Namjoon frowns, arms reaching for Jungkook again. “I want to be near you...I’ll just put up with it, it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow. “You said it made you sick, right? That’s not okay, hyung.”
“But what can we do? I’m not doing anything that means we can’t be together.”
Jungkook smiles at that, gooey and warm. “Hyung...I really love you.”
Namjoon gets up and approaches Jungkook - to hell with the stink. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”
Jungkook steps back when Namjoon tries to envelop him in his arms, his eyes shine with determination. “I’ll fix this. I’ll find a way.”
Namjoon doesn’t get a chance to say anything more before Jungkook rushes out of the studio.
The next time Namjoon sees Jungkook, he’s being shaken awake.
“Huh? What?” Namjoon murmurs sleepily, voice thick and gravelly. His gaze comes into focus, and he’s a little less annoyed to see it’s his boyfriend who’s hovering over him. “Jungkook-ah?”
Jungkook grins; Namjoon can see how excited he is, even in the dark.
“I thought of something,” he explains, shaking Namjoon again when his eyes fall shut.
“Can’t it wait until morning?” Namjoon murmurs, yawning as Jungkook shakes his head.
“I guess it could but…I was excited to ask you…” Jungkook responds with a pout.
Namjoon can’t say no to that face. He huffs a short laugh, finally relenting as he sits up in his bed. He rubs his face with another yawn. “Okay, baby…Tell me.”
Jungkook shuffles away as Namjoon’s nose scrunches up. He tries to play it off, but it must be obvious that Jungkook’s scent has infiltrated his nostrils now that he’s awake.
“Hyung…What if we...mated?”
“ What? ” Namjoon almost chokes on air, “that’s such a--we’ll be bound forever . You realise that, right?”
Jungkook pouts, “you don’t want that?”
Namjoon flushes, “no-no baby, of course, I do. I’m just...What if a few years down the line you get sick of me?”
“I won’t. I’ve loved you for so long, nothing will change that,” Jungkook grins, “and even if it does, we live in the twenty-first century. We can always reverse it.”
Jungkook has really thought it all through, and he’s right; mating bites can be erased these days, wiped clean like an annulment.
“Plus, our scents would change,” Jungkook continues. “That’s why I thought...this might be the only way.”
“But...but what if I still don’t like your scent?”
Jungkook’s head dips with that, “I don’t want to think about that, but...we’ll just try something else!”
Namjoon heart warms at the sight, Jungkook is so determined to make things work between them. Namjoon mirrors that feeling.
“My heat will be coming up soon so...then we can…”
Namjoon swallows thickly. Right. His heat. “O-Okay...Will I be able to get the time off? It’s your heat but--”
“Don’t worry about that, hyung. Seokjinnie-hyung will sort it out with the company, they never say no to him.”
Namjoon huffs a laugh, he’s completely endeared. “You’ve really thought of everything, huh?”
Jungkook grins with an excited nod. “Uh-huh!” He becomes shy suddenly, hooking some hair behind his ear, “and, hyung…I’m on contraception so...will you give me your knot?”
Namjoon swallows thickly, horny breath puffing out his nose; honestly, there’s nothing he wants more than to knot Jungkook and pump him full of his seed. “Of course I will. It’s all yours...”
Jungkook’s scent is dizzying when he’s in heat, Namjoon is practically foaming at the mouth.
The sheets are soaked in slick in no time at all; Jungkook is just gushing with it, moaning and whining as Namjoon parts his legs eagerly to taste him. He can’t stay focused on the task for too long, though, with his cock hard and aching between his legs.
Jungkook is even more pliant than usual, quite content for Namjoon to throw him around to wherever he likes - as long as he’s fucking him hard and deep, Namjoon hearing those little mewls of pleasure, he doesn’t seem to care.
“Tell me you want it,” Namjoon grunts, deep like his thrusts as he mounts him from behind. “Tell me you want my knot.”
“Want it--want it...” Jungkook sobs, his words slurring with the overwhelming pleasure of being fucked to his limit. “ Hyuuung…”
Namjoon feels crazed as his knot begins to swell, and this time he only presses himself in deeper, gasping at the overwhelming sensation emanating from his swollen cock. His fat knot fits so snugly in Jungkook’s tight hole; Namjoon can’t stop coming, releasing floods and floods of his seed, pumping Jungkook full with a neverending groan, hips stuttering, thighs quaking with his earthshattering orgasm.
He bites down on Jungkook’s neck as he reaches the precipice, drawing blood as he claims Jungkook as his own.
They don’t know if it worked; Jungkook permanently smells of slick and cum from Namjoon mounting him over and over again. They’re both in too much of a daze to know if anything has changed. It’s not until his heat is over, with their minds cleared, that they can finally take notice.
Namjoon stirs awake with Jungkook laying on his chest, sound asleep and pretty. No one should be so pretty when they’re asleep. Namjoon has the sudden urge to photograph him.
He’s admiring the bite mark on Jungkook’s neck when he inhales deeply.
What is that smell?
He detects lavender and the light scent of dew in the morning. Sweet, clean and soft.
Is that Jungkook?
Namjoon leans in closer to sniff, nose lightly tracing the column of Jungkook’s throat. He stirs in his sleep.
It is Jungkook!
“It worked!” Namjoon exclaims a little too loudly, shaking Jungkook awake. “Baby, your scent--oh my god you smell so sweet--”
“Hyung?” Jungkook softly groans, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “It worked? Oh my--” he breathes in deeply, leaning closer to sniff Namjoon before recoiling with a frown.
Namjoon’s stomach drops.
“Oh no...No, no, no…Please, no!” Namjoon cries, covering his face in his hands. Now he’s the one with the stench--
“Kidding, hyung!” Jungkook giggles, taking Namjoon in his arms and kissing his head. “You smell a little different, but I love it. Smells kinda like...biking through the rain. Petrichor.”
“I can’t believe you--” Namjoon laughs in disbelief, hitting Jungkook over the head with a pillow. “I was really about to cry!”
“Aw, hyung…” Jungkook coos, nuzzling up to Namjoon who accepts him easily into his arms. “Does this mean...we can finally be together like this? All the time?”
Namjoon nods, his nose running gently along Jungkook’s shoulder. God, Namjoon cannot get over how delightful he smells. So pretty and sweet. “Yes, baby. I’m never going to let you go.”
“What about when I need the bathroom?”
Namjoon chuckles, squeezing Jungkook in his arms. “I’ll be there. Deal with it.”
“Gross,” Jungkook giggles, turning his head to press a sweet kiss to Namjoon’s lips.
“Is there something wrong with him?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook looks up from frying his meat to shake his head at Seokjin, glancing back at the zombie of a boyfriend attached to him right now.
“He’s always like this,” Jungkook grins, pecking Namjoon’s cheek before he gets back to cooking. “He’s been super clingy ever since we mated.”
“You just...smell so good ...all the time…” Namjoon murmurs with his head buried in Jungkook’s shoulder. He breathes in deeply and lets out a content sigh.
Seokjin watches as Jungkook goes to the other side of the kitchen to fetch a couple of bowls with Namjoon practically attached to his back. He won’t stop sniffing and scenting him. “Isn’t that annoying?”
Jungkook lightly shakes his head, “I think it’s cute.”
Namjoon hums happily, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s middle as he nuzzles the crook of his neck. Jungkook giggles, spinning around to plant a kiss on Namjoon’s lips.
“Well…as long as you’re happy…” Seokjin murmurs, giving Namjoon a sidelong glance before he gets up and heads back to his room.
“I’m so happy,” Jungkook responds, even after Seokjin has left them to it. “I like a clingy hyung.”
“‘M not clingy,” Namjoon insists with his face smushed against Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Then get off me.”
“…Don’t want to.”
Jungkook laughs, bright and giddy as he squeezes Namjoon in his arms. In turn, he nuzzles his nose into Namjoon’s neck, scenting him and delighting in the pleased hum he elicits from his boyfriend.