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Jungkook entered the dorm to the sound of serious voices and gave real consideration to just turning around and leaving again. Namjoon was using his “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed” voice and, well, it wasn’t AS effective on him since he’d finally presented but Namjoon was still pack alpha and his stomach still squirmed a little at it.
But he had presented, after all, and as an alpha. He probably shouldn’t run away when someone in his pack, their pack, was in trouble.
Reluctantly, he took off his shoes, hung up his coat and headed through to the living room.
“We have these rules for a reason,” Namjoon was saying, standing in front of the couch and frowning down at Yoongi, who did not look to be taking whatever Namjoon was saying in a constructive way. “You know we do. You were there when we wrote them! And you still stayed out all night!”
“I was in the studio,” Yoongi protested, which explained it definitely but didn’t exactly make it better, since Yoongi’s habit of locking himself in the studio and working himself into exhausted and ignoring the rest of his pack and their needs was basically the entire reason they had that rule in the first place. “I had to finish the song. I was…it was right there. Come on, Joonie. It was one night.”
“Are we going to have to start coming to get you from your studio again?” Namjoon asked, clearly annoyed. Jimin, who’s been stood off to the side watching, slid up behind Namjoon and took a handful of his shirt. Namjoon sighed, then looked around the room, taking them all in. Taehyung and Seokjin were watching from the kitchen door, arms around each other. Neither of them looked deeply worried. Hoseok was sat next to Yoongi, clearly there for moral support if nothing else. He met Jungkook’s eyes and his gaze softened a little, then he turned to wrap an arm around Jimin, who hated any argument in their pack, and took a second to gently nuzzle his hair, settling him.
Yoongi-hyung didn’t look settled. He looked defiant, almost bored. Jungkook had, honestly, been wondering if something like this was going to happen for a while. Yoongi struggled a lot for an omega with submitting, with being part of a hierarchy. Jimin, their other omega, fell into it easily but Yoongi seemed to need to push, sometimes, and everyone had been a little unsettled when Jungkook had presented.
He’d been as surprised as the rest of them. He’d always presumed he’d be a beta. Maybe an omega. He’d never thought of himself as an alpha.
“Jungkook,” Namjoon said, jolting Jungkook out of his thoughts. “Can you come over here please?”
He felt the others eyes turn to him, but he tried to ignore them and do what his alpha asked. Namjoon smiled reassuringly at him as he drew closer. Yoongi was watching him too, a flicker of uncertainty on his face. This was a departure from their normal routine where Namjoon would spank Yoongi and then everyone would settle down again for a while.
“Sure, Hyung. Do you need something?” he asked, trying to project alpha. Namjoon smiled, some of his annoyance clearly diffused by the omega cuddling into his side, and he reached out to put his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
“Jungkook, you can say no but I thought this might be a good time to do a little teaching in being an alpha.”
“Oh,” Jungkook said, furrowing his brow. They’d been doing this, on and off. Namjoon helping him come into himself as an alpha, helping him better understand the needs of the pack and his place within it. But surely this wasn’t his place, this was head alpha territory.
But they were all looking at him, watching to see what he’d do. And something stirred in him at that, the same thing that’d been stirring in him since he’d unexpectedly presented.
“Sure, Alpha. What can I do?”
Namjoon smiled, then inclined his head to Yoongi. “Our omega has been pushing pack boundaries, staying out all night when he knows that’s a hard rule. Not even texting first to let us know where he is. What do you think needs to happen?”
“He needs to be punished,” Jungkook said. He knew that much at least. “To help him settle, to help the pack settle.” Because if someone was feeling out of place, that affected that all. They were a pack, they moved together.
“I agree,” Namjoon said. Then grinned. “Jungkook, I think you should be the one to punish him.”
Jungkook swallowed.
“Wait a minute,” Yoongi protested. “I’m not… he’s a baby!”
“He’s your alpha,” Namjoon said, as though it was that simple. Jungkook bit down the need to clarify that he was only a baby alpha. Still young. Stuff their baby, sometimes.
There was space for that. He knew there’d always be space for that. Right now, they didn’t need him to be their baby. They needed him to be their alpha. And when you were an alpha, what the pack needed always came first.
“Okay, Alpha,” he said to Namjoon, then turned to look at Yoongi. Yoongi looked like a cornered animal. Like he might just bite. And shit, couldn’t he have started with Jimin. Jimin was much less intimidating to punish.
But Jimin wasn’t the one acting out.
“Don’t worry, Jungkook, I’m here to help,” Namjoon said, comforting as always. “And Yoongi’s going to be good for you.” Yoongi growled. “He’s going to be good because even though he’d acting out right now, he does want to be part of this pack and being part of their pack means submitting to his alphas. And if he doesn’t want to submit to his alphas, doesn’t want to be part of this pack, that’s something we’ll have to deal with.
Taehyung was murmuring something in the doorway. Jimin was rubbing his cheek against Namjoon’s shoulder, clearly upset just at the idea of something that big happening to their pack. Jungkook tried to block them out, to focus on Yoongi. Yoongi had winced when Namjoon had made the threat. Had looked away. He didn’t want to leave them. He wanted to be part of them, to be good for them.
And it was Jungkook’s job as his alpha to help him settle.
“Okay,” Namjoon said. “Jungkook, let me teach you how to take care of an omega. Hoseok, can you come cuddle Jimin, I’m going to sit on the couch with Jungkook. Yoongi, stand up please.”
Yoongi did, his movements jerky, his eyes fixed on the floor. Namjoon inclined his head and Jungkook took a seat in the middle of the couch, Namjoon next to him. It was okay, he wasn’t doing this alone.
“Yoongi, you know what to do,” Namjoon said. Yoongi stood there for a moment, and Jungkook thought he wasn’t going to do anything. Was going to make them order him. Then he reached up and unfastened his pants, shoving them down and stepping out of them.
“Okay,” Jungkook said. He paused then shifted a little, giving himself space. “Come here, Hyung.”
“You don’t have to call him Hyung,” Namjoon said, softly. “Call him omega. Or just Yoongi.”
“Omega,” Jungkook said, because it felt less intrusive. Yoongi still growled. “Come here.”
Yoongi stood there for a moment, vibrating, then hesitantly stepped forward. Jungkook reached up to meet him, like he’d seen Namjoon done before, and helped him to lay down, face down across Jungkook’s lap, his head almost on Namjoon’s lap they were so close.
And fuck, he looked good like that. Something that hadn’t existed in Jungkook before he presented definitely stirred at the sight. Yoongi’s pale skin, his little waist, his round ass right there, almost naked.
He wanted it naked, he wanted to feel skin.
And, he realised quite sharply, he could. He was the alpha here, he could punish Yoongi however he wanted to. And it wasn’t like Namjoon didn’t spank their naked asses when they needed it.
He reached down and placed on hand on the small of Yoongi’s back, holding him in place. The other he used to slide Yoongi’s underwear down and out of the way, exposing his ass. Taehyung made a little, needy noise at that and Namjoon hummed in approval. Yoongi tensed.
Jungkook took a deep breath, centering himself. It was okay. He could do this. Yoongi needed him to do this. They all did.
“Cup your palm a little,” Namjoon said, softly. The room was so quiet, everyone waiting to see how they played out. Jungkook did, copying the way of holding his hand that Namjoon showed him. Then quickly, before he could second guess himself, he slapped Yoongi’s ass.
Yoongi hissed, his entire body quivering. One of the others drew a breath.
Jungkook spanked him again, on the other cheek. Then again. And again. Two strikes on each cheek and they were starting to come up red already. Fuck, Yoongi really was so pretty.
“Tell me what you did wrong,” Jungkook said, another things Namjoon liked to do in spankings. Something he always hated when it was directed at him. Yoongi must hate it too because he didn’t reply.
Jungkook spanked him again. On the thigh this time, which made Yoongi growl again. Then on the other thigh. And then, since Yoongi wasn’t showing any signs of instant repentance, he started to go to town on Yoongi’s ass, slapping it over and over, varying the position of his hits, pausing now and then to look at the pretty redness of his skin, the redness Jungkook had put there. He was aware of the others coming closer, moving into better positions to see, aware of Namjoon’s hand on the arm that was holding Yoongi down, but they were all secondary. He was only paying attention to Yoonig.
“Omega,” he said. Smack. Smack. “What did you do wrong?”
Yoongi made a cut off choking sound, and fuck, that was kind of hot. Jungkook spanked him again, moving lower to make his thighs red, then moving up a little to where this thighs met the butt. Yoongi made another choked off sound at that. Fuck, he sounded so good.
“Ask him again,” Namjoon prompted. “Hold his hair, he loves that.”
Jungkook nodded and slid the hand that had been on Yoonig’s back down to grab a handful of his long hair. He’d been thinking about doing this since Yoongi started growing it out. About pulling it, watching Yoongi’s neck curve as Jungkook used it to move him.
“What did you do wrong?” he asked. Then, when Yoongi still didn’t answer, he pulled his arm back and landed the hardest slap he could on Yoongi’s ass. “Yoongi, what did you do wrong?”
“I stayed out all night,” Yoongi growled. “I didn’t… fuck.” Jungkook spanked him again, as hard as he could. Yoongi shivered in his lap. “I knew it was against the rules. I didn’t even call.”
“You stayed out all night,” Jungkook echoed. “And you’re not going to do that again, are you?”
“No,” Yoongi bit out.
“No who?”
Yoongi growled at that. Still not there yet, still not entirely ready to submit.
That was fine, Jungkook was feeling more and more confident by the second.
He returned to Yoongi’s ass, varying the speed of his strikes as well as the hardness and the placement. Speeding up then slowing down, working the fatty part of Yoongi’s ass then switching suddenly to the thigh, laying a few light taps before a heavier blow, feeling Yoongi tremble under him. He could see Yoongi’s hands, curling and uncurling as Jungkook struck him. Hear the little noises he made. But he was still hiding his eyes, still face down.
Jungkook wanted to see him.
He landed a particularly hard blow and, right after, pulled Yoongi’s hair, forcing him to turn his face to his side, to look up at Jungkook.
For a second, their eyes met.
“Who?” Jungkook asked. “Who are you talking to?” Yoongi’s lip quivered. There were tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. He was so close, so near to giving in.
Jungkook slapped his again, hard. Yoongi’s lips fell open, a tear rolled down his cheek. “Alpha.”
“That’s right,” Jungkook said, grinning in triumph.
And then he went back to spanking. Slapping again and again on Yoongi’s already tender flesh but it was liek, for Yoongi, something had broken. He started to cry, to really cry, great heaving sobs, shaking over Jungkook’s lap. And fuck, he’d never thought he’d see Yoongi like this, not for him. So vulnerable, so open.
He didn’t want to spank him any more. He wanted to hug him, comfort him.
His hand stopped, lay gently on Yoongi’s ass instead of hitting it.
“You’ve done really well,” Namjoon said, maybe sensing the mood change. He sounded light he meant it, sounded like he was proud. “Now how are you going to look after him?”
Jungkook knew this part. He let go of Yoongi’s hair and scooped him up instead, wrapping Yoongi tightly in his arms and pulling him up into Jungkook’s lap, let him tuck himself into Jungkook, cling to him, hide his face in Jungkook’s neck.
“Thank you, omega,” he said, kissing Yoongi’s ear, the only thing he could reach. “Thank you for being good for me.”
“Well, thank goodness that’s over,” Seokjin said, marching over and sitting himself down next to Jungkook. “Maybe we can all calm down around here now.”
“Maybe,” Taehyung agreed. He followed Seokjin, climbing into his lap. “But, Kookie-Alpha, if you wanted to give me a good seeing to too, just to make sure, I’d be up for that.”
“Kinky,” Hoseok commented. He came over too, depositing Jimin into Namjoon’s arms then reaching out to stroke Yoongi’s back. “Alpha really showed us all that he’s not a baby any more, yeah?”
“He’s still a baby,” Seokjin protested. “You’re all my babies. But yes, alpha baby. Our alpha.”
“Your alpha,” Jungkook agreed, smiling. He’d noted that most of them had started to touch Yoongi, to pet him, comfort him. That was good. Pack taking care of each other. Him taking care of them.
Yoongi was settling in his arms, his tears slowing though he didn’t let go of Jungkook or try to push him away. That was good, a sign of his acceptance. Of his submission.
“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asked, voice pitched low. Yoongi sighed, then turned his head and pressed an almost-clumsy kiss to Jungkook’s cheek.
“Better,” he rumbled. “I don’t… sorry. I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay,” Jungkook said, nuzzling gently against his face. “We’re friends again now, right?”
“Right,” Yoongi agreed.
“Good,” Namjoon said, a gentle reminder that he was there, still. Alpha to them all. “Felling more settled, Yoongi?”
“You’re all brats,” Yoongi said, but he said it in his soft, warm way, not the spiky way he’d been speaking to them earlier. “I’m sorry though. About staying out, about how I talked. I don’t know what I was doing. I just felt, like, not right in my skin.”
“It’s normal to feel that way when pack changes,” Namjoon said, simply. “It’s a good thing, though. It’ll be easier for me now we have two alphas. And now everyone knows where they stand.”
“And if they don’t, Jungkook will show them,” Hoseok said, grinning. Jungkook smiled up at him.
“As many times as you need me to.” He still couldn’t quite bring himself to use their names instead of calling them Hyung. He didn’t have to all the time, anyway. Hyung was fine, most of the time. Not when he was being alpha, though. And he still felt very alpha, surrounded by his pack, his disobedient omega curled up sweetly and submissively in his arms.
“Alright,” Namjoon said. “Come on, we can’t all sit here all day. We’ve gotta eat and get ready for tomorrow. Jinnie-hyung, are you okay to cook? I know it’s Yoongi’s night but he’s in no fit state. Hoseokie, can you help? And Taehyung and Jimin, you two want to grab a shower first? Jungkook,you and Yoongi just keep doing what you’re doing. You stay there as long as you need to.”
They all made noises of agreement. A few of them reached out, petting Yoongi or Jungkook softly, wanting something before they moved on.
Jungkook kind of wanted something too.
“Hyung,” he said, turning to Namjoon. “Can we, I mean, if it’s not too much trouble, can we all sleep in one big bed tonight?” They didn’t normally because it was messy, omegas didn’t always like to share sleeping space and they all liked their own rooms and there wasn’t really space for that and a big nesting room. None of them ever had to sleep alone but they saved one big bed for special occasions.
“Of course we can, Kookie,” he said, smiling fondly. “That’s a really good idea.”
“A really good idea,” Yoongi agreed from his arms. “From my alpha.”
His alpha.
Jungkook felt so fucking proud he might burst.
Namjoon chuckled, then lent in to kiss them both, a small act of claiming, of calming. “You two stay here then, I’ll rally the troops. Well done Jungkook, you made us all proud today.”
“Thanks, Hyung,” Jungkook said, pulling Yoongi closer in his arms. “I feel proud, too.”