They finish building the second cabin way faster than the first one.

It’s probably because the cold doesn’t let them laze around much, and they must keep
moving to stay warm. Or maybe because they already know what to do and who's better at
what, it’s easier to delegate the work. Either way, Namjoon thinks it may primarily concern
the need for privacy. At least, that's why he has been working hard.

Namjoon can’t keep sleeping in the same cabin as everyone.

He doesn't mind sharing space and appreciates the pack bond that forms through these
experiences. But he can't go yet another night without touching Hoseok like he wants to, or
even another hour of seeing the two omegas cuddling and whispering to each other.
Whenever he catches them —Hoseok's hand on Taehyung's waist, Taehyung's hand on
Hoseok's thigh— Namjoon's mind goes places it shouldn't, considering the nature of his
relationship with Hoseok, and Taehyung being a mated omega.

Namjoon needs to get out of the cabin. His alpha is restless.

But even if the second cabin is ready, Namjoon and Hoseok can’t move in yet.

Hoseok must inspect it first and then decide if it’s okay or if the alphas should make any
changes. And so, Namjoon and Hoseok are inside the cabin now. The omega takes his task
seriously, checking everything in the small cabin: not a corner nor wall goes unnoticed by the
omega.

"So?” Namjoon asks from where he stands, arms crossed over his chest, leaning on a pillar.

Hoseok faces him, and the prettiest smile decors his face. "It works, " he admits. “It’s good,"
he corrects himself, probably to praise the alpha's work. "In just over a month, we will have
two cabins and a Wall… Some sort of Wall.”

It's not there yet. But it works.

“We’re moving quickly, but we still need a little more work before I can tell the Leaders we're
ready.”

“But we will never be ready. The pack will keep growing along with our needs,” Namjoon
says.

“You're right,” Hoseok says. "Ready to receive newcomers, then. We're reaching that point
soon.”

"Yes.”

"Thank you," Hoseok says. "Thank you for your hard work.”

"It's my pleasure.”
Before Hoseok can end the conversation and glance at the door to return to the others,
Namjoon clears his throat. "Do you think that you and I can stay here tonight? To celebrate
the pack's growth…” he tries.

Hoseok seems oblivious to his advances. The omega is sometimes like that when it comes
to sex, even if he has grown very confident about it In the past weeks. “It needs more
furniture before someone lives here.”

"I'll bring what we need,” Namjoon says, uncrossing his arms. “The builders left some
Furniture. We can make a nest here tonight.”

Hoseok stares at him for a long moment before he breaks into a giggle. "Why are you so
desperate? Can’t you go with the rest one more day at the cabin?”

There's no need to hide it. "That's exactly it. I can’t. I don’t want us to return there tonight.”

Hoseok tilts his head and purses his lips. He does that when he wants to convince Namjoon
of something Namjoon doesn’t want to do. He wants to return to the cabin. "Don’t be mean!
Poor Taehyung. He will feel so uncomfortable with Eunwoo and Seokjin in the same room as
him and Jungkook.“

Hoseok rejects his advances but looks pretty, as usual, so Namjoon's alpha isn't
discouraged. Instead, he is motivated. Namjoon closes the distance between them, making
the omega shut his mouth. He doesn’t complain when Namjoon puts his hands around his
waist and presses their bodies together before knocking their foreheads. "I'm not trying to be
mean. And I get what you mean, but I'm sorry. I can't let you leave.”

“You can’t?” Hoseok pouts, enticing him,

Namjoon shakes his head. “Nuh.”

"And what are we going to do here?”

"I know what we can start with,” Namjoon murmurs before grabbing the omega’s shoulders
and pulling him in for a slow, passionate kiss.

They’re standing alone in the empty cabin, and Hoseok brings his arms around Namjoon’s
neck. After many nights exploring Namjoon's body, the omega knows that he likes it when
Hoseok licks the outside of his bottom lip before capturing it with his mouth and sucking. As
soon as the omega lets go of him with a plop, Namjoon’s mouth opens, and he grinds his
hips forward, bringing the omega into a new, much more heated kiss. The omega's lips falter
during it, though, probably when he feels Namjoon's erection through his pants. “Oh. You’re
really desperate.”

“You’re not?” Namjoon asks.

“At least, not as much as you,” Hoseok says. It’s a dare, and the alpha takes it personally.
He's going to make the omega desperate.
Namjoon tightly grips Hoseok’s hips before pushing the omega towards the closest wall. The
omega gasps in surprise, but he loves this. He loves it when Namjoon takes from him. So
he's pliant when Namjoon slides his thigh between his legs, pressing his knee against
Hoseok’s mount. Hoseok moans, holding onto Namjoon's arms. His nails dig into his skin,
encouraging Namjoon to move his leg and Hoseok’s hips in sync. After a while, the omega
doesn't need the alpha's guidance, and he starts to grind on him on his own. Hoseok
whimpers and Namjoon feels a gush of slick, dampening his clothed thigh, soaking the
omega's pants and undergarment. He always gets so wet. “Namjoon,” Hoseok whispers, and
the alpha recognizes that voice tone. An orgasm approaches him.

“Are you desperate, now?” Namjoon whispers against his ear. "Are you going to come for
your alpha?”

Reacting to his voice, Hoseok’s mouth opens in a silent scream, and his legs shake. It's
always the best sight to have. Hoseok's orgasms are always so intense. Namjoon has
knotted him many times, but the omega is as sensitive as he was on the first day. Luckily, his
body can do this over and over.

As the aftershocks of the orgasm are still affecting the omega, Namjoon pulls away from him
and unbuttons the omega's pants, letting the damp piece of clothing drop to the floor.

"I'll be quick,” Namjoon lies, dipping his finger down the waistband of Hoseok’s underpants.
“Let me put it in. Please. Please.”

Hoseok can't speak, but he can nod vigorously, and Namjoon smirks before pulling down his
undergarments, letting them pool around the omega's ankles.

Namjoon steps back and sheds his shirt. It's flattering how Hoseok drips even more slick at
the view. Namjoon can smell it. And he doesn't think twice before reaching out with his
fingers to get an idea of how wet the omega is. It's obscene, and Namjoon is such a
fortunate alpha.

“You’re so wet,” Namjoon murmurs, his voice dripping with arousal. It makes Hoseok whine,
probably embarrassed. “You're begging to be bred, mmh?”

It's the right thing to say. The omega chants his positive answer while kissing Namjoon's lips.

When they break apart, Namjoon's words sound like a growl. “Turn around.”

“Huh?”

“Turn around," he repeats. "With your chest against the wall.”

Hoseok's eyes widen at the alpha's request.

They've done it this way before. But in a nest, not standing in an empty cabin. It always feels
like a lot. Hoseok obeys, though, and he turns around on wobbly knees, stepping out of his
damp clothes.

When he faces the wall, pressing his chest and palms, he can’t see what Namjoon is doing.
But he can hear him move. There's a rustle of clothes, but Hoseok has no idea what the
alpha is doing until he suddenly feels Namjoon’s mouth on him. Namjoon grabs his hips
harshly. They haven't done this before —not in this position. Hoseok didn’t expect Namjoon
to use his mouth.

Hoseok hopes his legs hold him up, but he's not so sure they will with how eagerly Namjoon
is lapping at his slick.

When Namjoon's tongue enters him, Hoseok gasps, trying and failing to hold onto the wall.
He's not used to this sensation in this position. It's new and embarrassing, but the good kind.
Namjoon always knows how to make Hoseok feel that pleasant type of shame. Hoseok
stands on his tiptoes and spreads his legs, trying everything to grind against Namjoon's
tongue. The alpha holds onto his ass, though, keeping him in place and doing as he wishes
with Hoseok.

“Can’t—" Hoseok starts once the familiar feeling creeps onto him. “Can’t come again so
soon,” he whines.

Namjoon pulls back and stands up, and Hoseok thinks the alpha will let him breathe and
collect himself before pushing him towards another high. But the alpha sticks his chest to
Hoseok’s back and easily presses three fingers into his hole, applying pressure to his inner
walls. "You can," he murmurs against Hoseok's neck. "I know you can.” He’s not gentle with
his finger fucking, and Hoseok’s insides clench, building towards his high.

“Don’t, don’t, don’t,” Hoseok begs, feeling a building pressure deep in his abdomen. He
presses his cheek to the wall, trying to peek over his shoulder at the alpha. Their eyes meet,
and Hoseok sobs. “It’s too much. Too much, Joon.”

But Namjoon loves seeing him like this —begging, crying. And the alpha knows Hoseok
loves feeling this way. To push him close to his orgasm, Namjoon leans even closer. He
growls low in his ear. “You’ll do what your alpha wants you to do.”

Hoseok hits his forehead against the wall, and his hips twitch as another orgasm runs
through him.

It's different from the first one; luckily, the alpha is there to catch him.

But Namjoon doesn’t stop to praise and kiss him as he'd usually do. Instead, he smirks at
the omega, and His fingers speed up. He Fucks him through his second orgasm Hoseok
cries out as he feels his slick spill out of him, coating Namjoon’s fingers and wrist with every
gush. Hoseok even hears it splash against the ground, and it’s embarrassing but also turns
him on. He feels his heart beating fast, and he's asking too much of his body. But he's not
had enough yet. He needs more. He needs the alpha to knot him.
And he doesn’t have to wait long for the knot. He hears a low growl from the other man, and
Hoseok looks over his shoulder just in time to see Namjoon pulling out his cock. Hoseok has
had it inside of him plenty of times, but he still gulps when he sees the length and girth of the
alpha. His insides tingle and burn just knowing all that will be inside him.

Namjoon squeezes the base firmly as if trying to stop something. It must mean that his knot
is starting to swell even if he’s not inside Hoseok yet. The alpha truly is desperate if he's
going to pop a knot just from making Hoseok orgasm twice.

Hoseok is so lucky. He couldn't ask for a better alpha. He wants to give back as much as he
receives. So Hoseok arches his back, pressing his chest to the wall and spreading his legs
again. He hopes to look enticing. And he takes it a step further. When Hoseok presses his
cheek to the wall, needing leverage to stare at the alpha, he presents himself to him, holding
his ass up the best he can.

Namjoon groans deep in his chest. "You haven't had enough?”

"You haven't bred me yet.”

That one phrase has the alpha moving. Namjoon penetrates him slowly, the thick outline of
his cock pressing against Hoseok’s deepest corners.

Hoseok gasps at the sensation, rolling his hips back, and feels his body pull Namjoon in.
Once the alpha is inside him and reaches the hilt, he stays still for a moment. He always
pauses long enough to let Hoseok adjust, but this time, it's as if he must collect himself. He's
overwhelmed by the feeling. Hoseok can understand him. He doesn't know how often they'll
have to do it before it stops feeling like something new each time.

“You feel so good,” the alpha moans, pitchy and needy. Hoseok loves that only he gets to
listen to him this way. " You're such a good omega for me.”

“Please,” Hoseok asks for the alpha to start moving, shifting his hips, hoping to entice
Namjoon. He likes the praise and intimacy but wants the alpha to be rough with him. And
Namjoon understands. He grips Hoseok’s sides with excessive possessiveness, the way the
omega likes it, and he pulls back until only the head of his cock is inside him, probably
enjoying the view of his cock stretching the omega wide. He stays a few inches away, with
the head of his cock collecting slick before slamming back into him.

The alpha immediately sets a fast pace, and only after a few thrusts do Hoseok’s eyes roll to
the back of his head. He searches for Namjoon’s hand on his hips, gripping the alpha’s hand
as Namjoon rails him from behind.

“Namjoon,” he starts.

“You like it?” The alpha asks, dragging his lips across Hoseok’s neck as best as he can,
given their position and Namjoon’s more significant concern: thrusting his hips into the
omega.
“Yes,” Hoseok breathes, tilting his neck to get more from the alpha. He whines at the hint of
teeth grazing his skin. He bites his lips, stopping the words threatening to spill out. He wants
to beg the alpha to bite him, claim him, mark him, and mate him. He fights hard to keep the
words inside, but it’s proving difficult. After a particularly deep hit against his most sensitive
area, Hoseok parts his lips to moan, and an uncontrollable string of words comes out of his
mouth. “Please,” he starts. “Please, please, please.”

“What do you need?” The alpha asks, bringing his free hand to play with the swollen knot
between Hoseok’s legs. He traps it between his fingers before he starts rubbing. It sends an
even stronger wave of pleasure down Hoseok’s body.

“Please, Namjoon, come inside me. Breed me. I want your pups. Namjoon. Namjoon.
Namjoon.”

The desperate pleas from Hoseok stir something within the alpha. Namjoon pulls back, and
before Hoseok can cry out in pain, the alpha grabs Hoseok’s shoulders and twists him
around. Namjoon’s chest rises and falls, and he looks at Hoseok intensely. With strength that
only an alpha can possess, he grabs Hoseok’s thighs and lifts him off the ground.

Hoseok gasps, holding onto the alpha with his arms around his neck and legs around his
middle. He knows Namjoon won’t drop him, but it’s rare not to have his feet on the ground.
Namjoon pushes him against the wall again, and with the support from the wall, he manages
to sneak a hand under Hoseok and align his cock with Hoseok’s hole again. It’s a different
position for the alpha to breach inside, but Hoseok likes their proximity and ability to look at
the alpha’s face. Namjoon’s cock stretches him in a different way that has Hoseok squeezing
his legs in pleasure.

In the new position, the alpha’s thrusts get more brutal. He had more leverage before, but if
he’s going to pop a knot soon, they will lock together, wrapped in each other’s arms, which is
much better.

Indeed, as Namjoon moans against his neck, Hoseok feels the familiar stretch of a knot
pulling at his hole. Hoseok pleads with the alpha to hurry and give it to him. Namjoon
grumbles something to himself before slamming into Hoseok one last time. His knot pulses
inside the omega as wave after wave of cum fills him. Next to Hoseok’s head, Namjoon
bears his fangs, biting into Hoseok’s shoulder instead of Hoseok’s neck. It’s deep, and
Hoseok swears he draws blood, but the pleasure covers any pain he might feel. Hoseok’s
whole body pulses in time with Namjoon’s, his hips twitching, his legs shaking as he cums
on the alpha’s knot.

At a slow pace and careful not to hurt Hoseok, Namjoon lowers them both to the ground.
With Hoseok’s legs wrapped around the alpha’s middle, it’s easy to pull each other into a
hug.

Hoseok stays in Namjoon’s arms, catching his breath.

“You’re alright?” Namjoon murmurs, brushing his hands against Hoseok’s face, cleaning the
unshed tears from his eyelashes. He’s acting like Hoseok wasn't just shaking and crying on
his knot a second ago.

Hoseok glares at him. “What do you think?”

The alpha has the audacity to smirk, knowing very well what he has provoked. But before
Hoseok can accuse him of being cocky, Namjoon kisses Hoseok’s pout. It’s enough to
appease the omega. And his affection doesn't end there. He also kisses the rest of Hoseok's
face. He moves to Hoseok's collarbones and then to his shoulder. He avoids Hoseok’s neck
and doesn’t say a word about the mark he must have left on the omega’s shoulder. He
leaves soft kisses around the area that must be already bruising.

And when the alpha has more control of himself, he goes to Hoseok’s neck.

Hoseok breathes slowly as the alpha kisses his throat. In the end, but only briefly, he moves
to where his mating bite will be.

The knot keeping them locked together doesn't let Namjoon kiss him anywhere else. But
Hoseok can imagine the alpha's intentions when he returns his lips to Hoseok’s collarbones.
He wanted to go lower and lower. At the impossibility of kissing him below the neckline,
Namjoon brings a hand to Hoseok's belly. It might not be his lips, but Hoseok feels like they
are. The alpha wants to leave a kiss there.

“Do you think it’s going to work?” Hoseok wonders, searching for the alpha's gaze and
dropping his hand on top of his.

Dimples appear on Namjoon's face before he kisses Hoseok's lips. “Well, I definitely bred
you right now. But honestly, I bet you’re already pregnant.”

“Why do you say that?” Hoseok asks, pleased by the alpha's confidence.

“You’re so horny. Pregnant omegas are always horny.”

Namjoon's answer makes Hoseok lightly push the alpha away. Hoseok rolls his eyes. But he
doesn't argue with Namjoon's logic.

“But besides that. It's a gut feeling. I don't know how to explain it, but I think it will happen.
Your scent is the same. Your body, too. But I feel like there's something I can’t name, and I’m
certain that’s it.”

Hoseok beams before hugging Namjoon tightly. "If you feel it, then I know it's true.”

Namjoon hums.

“Are you less desperate now?” Hoseok asks.

“A little.”
“Are we going to return to the cabin now?”

It's adorable how the big, broad alpha pouts before knocking their foreheads together. “Do
we have to?”

“Taehyung came all the way here to accompany me. Sure, he also came for Jungkook, but
he’s been a great cuddling partner during the storm. It’s easier to spend a storm when an
omega is hugging you.”

Namjoon’s pout worsens.

“It’d be rude of me to leave him alone. When Jungkook leaves to work on the third cabin
tomorrow, who will cuddle with Taehyung?”

Namjoon scowls “I don’t know.”

“Why are you sulky when I mention Taehyung?”

Namjoon shrugs.

Hoseok thinks that he knows his alpha very well because the shift in his scent and the frown
between his brows are familiar to Hoseok. The omega smirks before pinching Namjoon’s
cheek. “You like it when Taehyung and I are cuddly together.”

"I don't.” It earns Hoseok a glare that only encourages him to keep going.

“You do. Dirty alpha.”

Namjoon blushes, his lips part only to close after a beat. “Shut up.”

Hoseok leaves a kiss on his nose. "It's okay if you like it. I don't mind. I won't tell Jungkook,
though. He might mind.”

Namjoon groans.

"What do you think about when I’m cuddling with Taehyung?”

Hoseok thinks Namjoon isn’t going to answer, but the alpha brings his hands to Hoseok’s
waist and squeezes. It’s a warning. “If I tell you what goes on in my head, I'll fuck you again.”

“Dirty,” Hoseok accuses.

“Yes,” is what the alpha replies.

Hoseok giggles. Oddly enough, it doesn’t make him jealous at all. Maybe he understands his
sister and how she’s alright with sharing her alpha with another omega —or sharing her
omega with an alpha— Hoseok isn’t sure how it works, but he doesn’t think his sister is odd
for that. It’s a common practice in the Kim Pack, after all. Jimin would probably pass out at
the mere suggestion. Hoseok doesn’t know about Taehyung, though. He just knows that
Jungkook wouldn’t like it. Hoseok doesn’t mind if Namjoon imagines him and another omega
together. He knows that Namjoon only has eyes for him. And in the middle of the
comfortable silence, Hoseok clears his throat. “You almost bit me.”

The silence stretches for an awkward moment. “Yeah. I almost did.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Would you have liked that?” Namjoon asks. “We can’t stay here as the bond settles. Well,
we can, but I thought you wanted to return to the cabin after this.”

Hoseok pouts, touching Namjoon’s chest, "Yes, I want to return. But I wouldn’t have minded
if you bit me…”

Namjoon laughs. “You’re only saying that because I didn’t bite you. You would have minded.
Plus. this is your omega talking, not the Pack Leader. We haven’t spoken about biting yet. I
thought you’d want to wait until everything in the pack was in order. Even though we’re
working more slowly because of the storm, it’s not like I can give up a week to stay here
cuddling with you, even if I’d like to do so. It’s better to wait. And while I want to stay with you
tonight, I don’t want it through a mating bite. I know you wouldn’t like it either.

Hoseok whines. “I hate that I have to be a good Leader.” He glares at his alpha. “And I hate
that you’re such a good Leader’s mate.

Namjoon smiles. “You can hate it, but you’re a good Leader. You can be pouty and complain
to me all you want, though. So you can act strong in front of everyone.”

Hoseok likes that. “Thank you.”

After many minutes together, they finally pull apart and return to the cabin.

Hoseok also needed to be close to his alpha. What they did at the cabin will subdue his
needs for a few days more.

Inside, everything seems fine. Taehyung and Jungkook clean the floors and wipe the
surfaces together while Eunwoo helps Seokjin cook. When Taehyung sees Hoseok, he
hurries to his side, pulls him away from Namjoon, and begs him to cuddle. He says he’s
freezing, and his mean mate makes him work too much.

Jungkook wants to argue, but Taehyung doesn’t let him. He speaks louder than him about
their omega nest and need for cuddles.

Hoseok throws his mate a sympathetic smile over his shoulder before following Taehyung.

“You smell so much like Namjoon,” Taehyung points out once their limbs are entangled.
“Sorry.”

But Taehyung doesn't look upset. He inhales Namjoon’s scent off Hoseok’s neck. “Did he
knot you?”

Namjoon tenses at the intrusive question, but Hoseok doesn't speak or make embarrassed
sounds. He nods firmly. He doesn't care that Eunwoo and Seokjin are watching. He can see
heat rushing to Namjoon's cheeks from a distance.

Taehyung pouts. “Jealous,” he complains.

As expected, Namjoon clenches his jaw. Taehyung's complaint might be putting ideas or
images in his head even if Hoseok knows that when Taehyung says jealous, he doesn't
mean he’s envious of Hoseok getting Namjoon's knot specifically. He only means jealous of
getting a knot. It's clear whose knot he wants.

By Namjoon's side, Jungkook's posture also changes —his shoulders tighten. His omega is
shamelessly hinting that he needs his knot, so it makes sense for the alpha to feel frustrated.

Even across the cabin, Hoseok swears that Eunwoo echoes Taehyung’s sentiment. He
barely catches it, but he thinks the alpha says something about agreeing with Taehyung for
once. Seokjin stares at him in disbelief.

Being inside the cabin has been working so far, but it's also causing them some issues. This
is why, during the storm, in Jung’s Pack, all omegas have access to their bedrooms on the
upper floors but can cuddle together when they want in the main room. This cannot happen
again next winter.

It won’t happen.

By next Winter, the new territory will be working just fine.

Just like Eunbi had told him what happened once her alpha returned, Jimin’s libido returns in
full force now that Yoongi and Jimin are weathering the storm together.

It makes sense now that this setting is different from before.

He sees the alpha a lot more often now. And finally, the cabin smells only of them. It’s not
like Jimin hated the other scents —he adores Taehyung and Jungkook and likes having
them in his nest. Namjoon and Hoseok’s scents across the room were also comforting, but
it’s different when the room only smells of him and Yoongi. He guesses that Eunbi must have
been way hornier than him because the rut hut smells only of Hyungseo —and Haewon—
but now, however, Jimin can understand the pregnant omega.

Jimin and Yoongi are fucking a lot again.

It’s hard not to when the alpha is so attractive.

Jimin has always thought that he is, but now more than ever. He likes watching the alpha
frown when he doesn’t understand something, bite on the corner of his thumb when
concentrating, and push his long hair off his forehead when frustrated.

Jimin could watch his hands for hours, staring at the veins in the back of his hand and
calloused fingers. That usually ends with the alpha’s fingers deep inside Jimin’s cunt. It
happens often because Yoongi is working on a woodwork project, and Jimin gets easily
distracted by his hands.

Yoongi’s woodwork project is a crib for their pup.

Jimin told him it wasn’t necessary. They have plenty of cribs in the pack, at school, and in
the dorm. But Yoongi wants one for their cabin. When Jimin sleeps over, he can leave the
pup in the crib. Or the pup could stay with Yoongi for an extended period. It makes Jimin’s
omega so happy that the alpha cares so much about their pup.

Yoongi collected all the materials before the storm started without telling Jimin. It’s lovely that
the pack builders were content with handing him the needed tools.

He'd finish his project faster if Jimin didn't interrupt him ever so often to fuck.

The alpha just looks so good when he’s working.

They fuck, and then Yoongi can’t get back to his project because he and Jimin stay close
together, even when the alpha’s knot is down. They talk about their pup and what they think
they will be like. They wonder how things might change for the pup if they moved to the new
territory immediately or stayed in the Main Pack longer.

They talk about the future but don’t speak about mating or their bite, even though they said
they would mate during Winter.

Jimin knows why neither of them brings it up.

They’re nervous.

They don’t know how to approach it.

On the one hand, Jimin is waiting for it to happen naturally, while on the other hand, Yoongi
seems to be waiting for something else —Jimin doesn’t know what.

Either way, they have to get to it. Otherwise, the storm will end, and an alpha might need to
use the cabin, and they won’t have this haven for much longer.

Jimin’s stress regarding their future doesn’t lower his libido, though.
On the contrary, he’s starting to grow annoyed with it. The pregnancy changes have his
omega acting like he’s going through a heat. It’s common for him to wake up wet and needy.
He’s used to it by now, and so is Yoongi.

But right now, Yoongi is still sleeping while Jimin’s breathing grows heavier.

Yoongi and Jimin are in the same position that they were in when they went to bed. Both
curled on their sides, facing the same way. Yoongi’s chest is closer to Jimin’s back than
earlier, though, and he has one hand on Jimin’s tummy. The alpha must have searched for
their pup while he was sleeping. It’s adorable how attached he is to the pup.

But Jimin doesn’t want to think about sweet things now. He wants to think only about Yoongi
getting him pregnant again. He doesn’t care that he’s already with pup. He needs Yoongi to
breed him, his knot deep inside him and his cum dripping out of him.

Yoongi told him to wake him up if needed. But Jimin doesn't like annoying the alpha. He’s
already taking so much care of Jimin. After a few times of Yoongi sleepily fucking him from
behind just to get Jimin to fall asleep again, Jimin started to feel bad for the alpha.

But he’s desperate.

Without turning around, Jimin tries to wake Yoongi up. He calls the alpha’s name and
squeezes his wrist.

After a few failed attempts, the alpha stirs as Jimin’s pleas start sounding wet with tears. The
alpha groans at the interruption, but he’s not upset. He kisses Jimin’s nape to make it clear.
“What’s wrong? Why are you awake?” He asks, even if he already knows why.

Jimin pushes his wrist lower, and the alpha takes the hint.

He shushes Jimin gently and softly. “Hold on a second. Alpha’s here. He will handle it.”

“Thank you,” Jimin murmurs.

Without saying another word, he pushes Jimin’s pants down only an inch, just enough for his
hands to slip through and between Jimin’s legs. Jimin brings a hand to cover his mouth,
constantly ashamed of how fast he starts making pitchy sounds. But the alpha’s tsk is
enough for Jimin to let go of and hold onto the blankets instead. Yoongi likes hearing how
good he makes Jimin feel.

Yoongi’s fingers sink inside slowly, and Jimin’s entire body trembles.

“You’re already so wet,” The smirk is evident in his tone of voice. His fingers slipped inside
with no resistance. Jimin only whines in response. Yoongi curls up his fingers and presses
with the exact amount of pressure Jimin needs, making the omega arch his back into
Yoongi’s chest. “What do you need?”

“Just keep doing that.”

“Here?” The alpha asks, pressing his thumb against Jimin’s knot while having two fingers
inside him.

“Yes.”

Yoongi is gentle with his movements. He purposely strokes Jimin’s knot but is careful not to
hurt him. He alternates between using his fingers inside him and his knot. He pinches at his
knot and lets go before it can turn to pain. Jimin makes small sounds of pleasure through it,
allowing the pleasing sensation to spread through his body.

Jimin tumbles into an orgasm in no time. He moans lowly during it. By sound alone, it
doesn’t seem like an orgasm, but Yoongi can feel how Jimin clenches around him like he
only does when he reaches his peak. The crumbling is slow, too. He closes his eyes and
drops into his alpha’s arms. The alpha makes comforting sounds during it, lulling Jimin back
to sleep.

“Better?” the alpha asks, kissing Jimin’s neck and removing his fingers.

“No,” Jimin grumbles, holding Yoongi’s arm. “I want more.”

“More?”

“Alpha’s knot.”

The alpha pauses only for a second, but he shifts behind him once the words fully register.
“Alright. Alright,” Yoongi purrs.

Everything feels floaty.

Jimin is lying on his side, under the warmth of their furs, listening to the sound of wood logs
burning. He closes his eyes as Yongi slides his cock inside Jimin.

Jimin writhes against his alpha, needing more affection, needing the alpha to touch him
everywhere, leaving his scent on every inch of him. Yoongi indulges him, rubbing his belly
and hips gently with his warm and heavy hands.

“Yoongi. Breed me.”

And his alpha will do anything Jimin wants him to do, even the impossible. Yoongi thrusts
against him gently, not wanting to overstimulate his mate post orgasm completely. But Jimin
intends to come again, so he rolls his hips backward, trying to keep as much of his mate’s
cock inside as he can.

Yoongi grips his thigh, fingers sinking into the firm flesh, hard enough to bruise. He lifts it
only an inch, keeping it out of the way so he can get a better angle to fuck into Jimin.

Everything in the cabin is still except for their bodies in their nest.
Yoongi gasps Jimin’s name into the back of his neck as his knot swells. Jimin moans with
every thrust. It’s lazy and only takes a few minutes, but it’s perfect. Jimin wouldn’t have it any
other way.

Yoongi’s knot finally locks in, and his cum spurts out, spilling his seed inside Jimin. Jimin
presses his back as hard as he can into the alpha, and the alpha practically crushes him in
an embrace.

Yoongi drops Jimin’s thigh and moves his hand to the omega’s knot instead, jerking him
quickly. Jimin gives a full-body twitch at the unexpected contact and nearly screams. Yoongi
rubs Jimin’s knot —his cum still spilling into the omega all the while. His movements are lazy.
And Jimin’s orgasm builds up slowly. Once it hits him, it's nothing explosive but rather slow
and warm.

Yoongi holds him gently. “That’s good. That’s good, darling. My omega is good for me,” he
coos. “So good.” He rubs Jimin’s swollen belly. “You’re such a good omega, so pliant for his
alpha, carrying our baby so well.”

“Yes,” Jimin whimpers. The praise does a lot to him. It sends pleasure down his spine
—pleasure like no other.

Yoongi seems to like that. He continues to praise Jimin. His voice is low and gruff.

When the flow of cum from the alpha’s cock finally stops, Jimin begins to calm back down.

They’re quiet for a long moment until Jimin cranes his neck back, looking at the alpha over
his shoulder. “Yoongi, kiss?” He asks in a murmur.

It tugs at Yoongi's heart.

Jimin is so adorable. Yoongi doesn’t know what to do with all the cute aggression he’s
feeling. He wants to crush the omega in the tightest embrace possible. He wants to keep the
omega in their nest forever. But he gets through his instincts, smiles gently, and kisses him.
The omega puts no effort into the kiss. He’s tired and relaxed, so his lips slide slowly and
lazily. Yoongi likes it. He likes the peace that Jimin makes him feel.

When Jimin breaks the kiss, he pulls away and gets comfortable in Yoongi’s arms, pressing
his back to the alpha's back and breathing calmly.

The alpha sighs, somewhat wistful, and readjusts the blankets over them. He can’t clean up
their nest and bodies with his knot still locked inside Jimin, so he embraces his mate more
tightly. It’s a moment of stillness. The only sounds around them are the wood from the fire
burning, the storm outside, their beating hearts, and slow breathing. Yoongi could fall asleep
like this. But Jimin, even if he looks more sleepy than the alpha, says something that snaps
Yoongi’s eyes open.

“Why haven’t you bitten me yet?” Jimin asks without looking at Yoongi.
Their position only allows Yoongi to see Jimin’s nape, a hint of his round cheeks, and maybe
his pouty lips. Yoongi snorts. “Are you going to ask that now? Like this?”

“Yes.”

Well, Yoongi guesses the omega is much braver than him. He hums, thinking of an answer,
but nothing comes to him. It’s just empty inside his head. “I don’t know. Nothing seems like
the right time.”

Jimin finally shifts, looking over his shoulder and locking gazes with Yoongi. “The right time?
When have we done anything at the right time?”

Yoongi chuckles. Jimin is right about that one.

But Jimin doesn’t chuckle. He looks distressed, and Yoongi hates it. “You were a lot quicker
the first time you bit me,” the omega murmurs.

Yoongi remembers that day inside a cold and dirty rut hut only a few days after returning to
Jung’s Pack. His alpha had no intention of leaving this omega, and he was willing to do
anything to stay close to Jimin. “It was a pull from my alpha,” he says. “An instinct.”

“You don’t have the instinct to mate me now?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi pinches Jimin’s rosy cheek, scolding him. “Don’t put my words out of context,
omega.”

The pinch is enough to bring a beautiful smile to Jimin’s face.

“I still have instincts around you, but now, it’s different,” Yoongi explains.

“Why is it different?”

“Because I love you,” Yoongi replies without thinking.

Jimin stares at him, savoring the words. Yoongi doesn’t know if he has said them aloud
before. Not that it matters. He’s confident that Jimin already knows by his actions and other
words. Yet, still, the omega seems to like hearing those three words.

“I love you,” Yoongi repeats. “And you’re carrying my pup. And I love them. So I can’t just
bite you in a straw mattress in a cold rut hut like I did before.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, but he’s not annoyed. He’s endeared. “I liked that straw mattress,” he
starts, bringing Yoongi’s hand to his stomach. “I liked how desperate you were. You wanted
me so badly that you didn't even consider the consequences.”

“I am still desperate,” Yoongi counters, trying to convince the omega.

Jimin chuckles. “I don't doubt that you are. But you have so many fears.”

"I don’t have fears regarding us. I just want the best for you. I want to be the best alpha for
you. An alpha that looks after you and gives you the best treatment —what you deserve.”

“This is nice,” Jimin tells him. “This is what I deserve. There’s a fireplace, and I’m
comfortable in our nest. I'm pregnant and in your arms. It’s what I thought I’d never have; I
convinced myself I didn’t want it, but I have it and want it. I love you, too, you know.”

“I know…” Yoongi whispers.

The simple words are enough for Yoongi to change his mind. He also never thought he’d
have something like this, so he should take advantage of the moment. He didn’t convince
himself that he didn’t want something like this. He always knew he wanted an omega, a pup,
and a warm cabin, but he thought it was impossible. But it’s not, and he should celebrate
that. Yoongi cups Jimin's belly.

“Are you sure? you can't regret it afterward or complain that I didn't mate you in a beautiful
place.”

Jimin laughs.

“Don't laugh. You're sleepy and high from the orgasm. All of that could be clouding your
senses.”

“My senses are perfect. Thank you for your concern. It’s good. I feel comfortable. It won’t
hurt, and I'll be happy.”

That's all the alpha wants. He wants Jimin to be the happiest. That will make him the
happiest. “How would you bite me back?”

“When your knot goes down, I’ll turn around and bite you.”

“So I have to wait for your bite again,” Yoongi pouts.

Jimin’s giggle is the best sound in the world. “Just for a minute or two. Can you do that? It’s
not much compared to all the time we have waited.”

Yoongi hums, finding it appropriate to talk about everything they’ve gone through before
finally mating. “That’s fine. I can wait for two minutes. It won’t be as bad as that week in the
hunter’s cabin.”

“I’m sorry for making you wait so long,” Jimin cranes his neck.

“Don’t apologize,” Yoongi murmurs, leaning against Jimin’s neck first, licking the skin and
scenting Jimin. “I like how hard you are to get. It makes me feel like a better alpha. I
managed to conquer you.”
Jimin laughs, bringing his hand to Yoongi’s forearm, digging his nails as the alpha moves to
the other end of his neck, kissing every inch equally, not leaving a spot unscented. “You
didn’t conquer shit.”

Yoongi laughs.

“But you should feel like a good alpha. You are a great alpha. I wouldn’t mate an alpha if he
weren’t the best.”

“That I know.”

Jimin is relaxed and tenses only when he feels Yoongi’s teeth dragging against the skin.

Jimin closes his eyes when Yoongi’s teeth dig into his neck.

It’s the second time Yoongi has done this. It’s so familiar yet so different.

The skin breaks under his teeth, drawing blood. He tastes Jimin. He drinks him. It’s the same
Jimin that Yoongi mated in the rut hut many months ago, but it also feels like a different
Jimin. Yoongi adores them both.

Yoongi kisses the skin around the bite, where a bruise will form, and only the mark will
remain to comfort the omega, who hasn’t stopped whimpering since Yoongi first bit him.

They’re quiet. They don’t need to say anything. Everything has already been said. They’ve
argued. They’ve confessed each other’s fears and insecurities. They’ve made plans. There’s
nothing to add. They only focus on the feeling.

Yoongi kisses Jimin until his knot goes down, and when he and Jimin can finally pull apart,
Jimin twists in bed. His cheek squishes against the pillow. He’s glowing.

“My turn.”

“Yes.”

Yoongi craved this so much. He waited every hour, minute, and second of his stay at the
hunter’s cabin for Jimin to complete the bite. He waited all those days to return to him when
he left the pack. He’s been thinking of this moment every day since his return. Yoongi
doesn’t have to wait anymore.

Jimin gets comfortable against the alpha’s shoulder, kissing his neck with affection and love
before digging his teeth into him.

Jimin finally marks Yoongi as his.

They’re one now.

Nothing will pull them apart.

Yoongi is back home.