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• Chapter 53

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none

Words: 3692

A/N: sorry these chapters are pretty much just filler and kinda boring. It's for the final plot setting. Thanks for reading though, take care!!

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You sat in total silence.

You wished your hands weren't occupied so you could be messing with them - a way for you to cope with the stress and anxiety caused by everything going down like this. But you couldn't - they were tightly held by both Jungkook and Namjoon, the packalpha's much larger hand covering yours over from where it laid on his thight.

The maknae's both palms cradled yours closely aswell, his thumbs rubbing over your knuckles in gentle circles. You could smell how agitated he was. His unsettled scent was going off in waves, just as every alphas in he room. You wondered for a second why they wouldn't get scolded for their scent taking up all the previously purified air. But then again you remembered, they were the idols who literally moved the industry. And made the studio famous.

The tired sigh of one of the managers, Min-Jae broke you out of your thoughts. The man sitting opposite to your side of the table rubbed his forehead as he flipped through a pretty thick document.

„I'll go grab a coffee... Does anyone want anything?” The young man dressed in a pristine suit got up, his eyes flickering over everyone in meeting.

Apart from one of the managers mumbling for one too, both Jin and Yoongi asked for a coffee as well. And Taehyung kindly wanted a hot chocolate. Min-Jae of course agreed, but not before his gaze lingered on you for a little while too - even if he saw you only a handful of times you seemed paler and even more tired than usual.

„I'm not sure if they have something for omegas, sorry about that.” He said, some of the packmembers looking up at his explanation. The manager felt bad that you didn't even get to decide if you'd like to eat or drink something from the small café at the bottom of the building. It felt unfair.

„I'm n-not too hungry... Th-ank you...” You whispered in response, not daring to look up at him, even if his tone seemed kind enough. You felt Namjoon's hand rub soothing circles on yours, the packalpha softly preening at how kind and polite you were being - always helpful, always thankful, always grateful. What a good omega you were.

And so, a few seconds after the manager exited the meeting room and mostly silence fell upon the room, Namjoon was quick to lean over and rub his chin over your temple, whispering a soft: „What a good girl, thanking him so nicely...” just under his breath.

The silence that settled after Min-Jae left was thick, suffocating. The only sound was the faint tapping of Yoongi’s fingers against the table, his sharp gaze locked onto Han Ggol, who sat with his arms crossed, expression unreadable. His disapproval hung in the air like a bitter scent, but no one addressed it outright—not yet.

Hyun-Soo cleared his throat. “Since we have a few minutes, let’s go over the potential angles for how this statement will be interpreted. There are still risks to consider.” His tone was neutral, professional, but even he seemed exhausted by the ongoing discussion.

Han Ggol scoffed under his breath, adjusting his suit jacket before finally speaking. “There’s one risk you’re all failing to acknowledge,” he said coolly. His eyes flicked toward you, and you instinctively curled further into yourself, your body tensing. “No matter what we put out, people are already assuming the worst. The fact that we’re even having this conversation proves how much of a liability this situation is.”

The sharp sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed as Jungkook stiffened, his grip on your hand tightening. His voice was low, but the bite in it was unmistakable. “She’s not a liability.”

Hoseok leaned forward slightly, his usual playful aura nowhere to be found. “Careful with your words,” he murmured, voice like a warning growl just beneath the surface.

Han Ggol’s lips pressed into a thin line, but he didn’t back down. “I’m just stating facts. The company has worked for years to maintain the group’s image, and now, overnight, speculation is spiraling out of control. And for what? A plush toy?” He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “We should be asking ourselves whether the damage is already done.”

Namjoon’s hold on your hand tightened—not painfully, but firm. Grounding. He inhaled slowly, likely trying to keep his own temper in check, but his voice was laced with quiet authority when he finally spoke. “The only thing damaging this situation is how we choose to handle it. ARMY isn’t just a fanbase, they’re our family. If we treat this like a scandal, it becomes one. If we treat it like the nothing it is, it will pass.”

Yoongi, who had been uncharacteristically silent, leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. His sharp gaze didn’t waver as he finally addressed Han Ggol directly. “I know how you deal with publicity,” he said, voice calm but cutting. “You think protecting an image means erasing anything that doesn’t fit. But that’s not how we work. That’s not how our fans work. We built this group by being honest with them. Not by hiding.”

The door swung open abruptly, slamming against the wall with a force that made you jump. The sharp scent of stress and urgency flooded the room before the young manager had even spoken a word. He was slightly out of breath, his tie loosened as if he had sprinted here.

“There’s been an update.” His voice was rushed, eyes darting nervously over the pack before settling on Hyun-Soo.

The older manager straightened. “Go on.”

The young man swallowed, his fingers gripping the tablet in his hands before placing it onto the table, the screen already lit up with a paused video. “It’s not just the plush anymore. There’s new speculation.”

Jin exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. “What now?”

The manager hesitated for a beat, his eyes flickering to Jimin before he finally tapped the screen, playing the slowed-down footage. “They noticed this.”

On the screen, Jimin was mid-motion during the live, turning his head just slightly—and then there it was. His scent gland, the soft skin just beneath his ear, looked irritated. Red. Swollen. The kind of reaction that only happened when an alpha’s scent flared aggressively for an extended period. The kind of reaction that, in the public’s mind, was almost exclusively associated with omegas being nearby.

Your stomach dropped.

Jimin tensed immediately, one hand instinctively rising to brush over the spot as if he could still feel the heat of it. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his jaw tightening.

The manager sighed, swiping up on the screen to reveal a Twitter thread that was already spreading like wildfire. “People are convinced that Jimin’s reaction means he was responding to an omega’s pheromones. Some are saying he’s hiding his true designation, others think there was an omega with you.” His voice lowered slightly as he hesitated. “Some are sure Jimin-ssi has a true mate now.”

The room went still.

Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightened, his jaw clenching so hard it looked painful. Taehyung exhaled through his nose, sharp and slow, his hand curling into a fist on the table.

Namjoon was the first to speak, his voice eerily calm. “How bad is it?”

The young manager scrolled further, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Bad. Some are brushing it off as a coincidence, but others—especially K-ARMYs—are convinced there’s something being hidden. They’re pulling old clips of Jimin from years ago, analyzing his past interactions with scent patches, trying to connect nonexistent dots. If we don’t get ahead of it, it’s only going to snowball.”

Han Ggol let out a low, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “And you’re still telling me this isn’t a problem?”

Yoongi’s gaze snapped toward him, dark and unwavering. “It’s only a problem if we make it one.” His voice was steady, but the underlying warning was clear.

Jimin exhaled sharply, his fingers drumming against the table before he leaned back in his chair. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered. “I was releasing too much because we were all worried. Our omega is sick. That’s it.”

Han Ggol scoffed, unimpressed. “You think the public will see it that way?”

Namjoon’s grip on your hand was grounding, steady, but you could feel the tension radiating from him in waves. His voice was dangerously low when he spoke. “The public will see what we tell them to see.”

Silence stretched between the walls, heavy with unspoken weight.

Hyun-Soo cleared his throat, bringing the conversation back to the immediate problem. “We need to settle this now before it escalates further. We can’t leave room for more speculation.”

Min-Jae, who had just returned with his tray of drinks, set them down carefully before glancing between everyone. “Then we need to decide—what’s the final statement? I'll give you a copy of what we wrote down.”

The weight of the decision pressed down on the room. And despite the warmth of Jungkook and Namjoon’s hands wrapped around yours, you had never felt more exposed.

Namjoon exhaled slowly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles before glancing down at the paper in front of him. The final version of the statement was written by Hyun-Soo, the printed words carefully chosen to settle the chaos without feeding further speculation.

He read it aloud, his voice steady but firm.

“‘This is HYBE entertainment,

BTS is, and always will be, a group dedicated to their music and their fans. We appreciate your support as we all continue this journey together. As they grow and navigate different aspects of their lives, their dedication to their music and ARMY will never waver. Our journey together is what matters most. There is nothing being hidden. Our love for music and ARMY remains unchanged.’”

Silence followed, heavy yet expectant.

Jin tapped his fingers against the table, nodding slightly. “That works.”

Yoongi hummed, glancing at the others. “It’s clear. Doesn’t give them anything to latch onto.”

Taehyung, resting his chin on his hand, tilted his head in thought. “It sounds natural. Not defensive.”

Jungkook’s grip on your hand tightened slightly. “I think that's good though.”

You listened to their agreement, their steady voices reinforcing the decision. It made sense. It was the best way to handle the situation. But your chest still felt tight, and you couldn’t quite stop your fingers from trembling slightly in their grasp.

Namjoon noticed. Of course he did. His other hand came up, gently cupping the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair as he pulled you in just enough to press his lips against your temple. “Breathe, pup, it's okay,” he murmured.

Jimin, ever attuned to emotions, leaned in from your other side. “You’re overthinking, sweetheart.” His voice was soft, soothing. “This won’t change anything. We’re just putting it to rest.”

Taehyung made a small sound in agreement, his large hand settling on your thigh under the table. “They’ll move on soon, princess. They always do. They forget stuff all the time.”

You swallowed, trying to believe them. You trusted them. But still—this was your life being spoken about in carefully crafted words, sent out to millions.

Jin reached over, his fingers brushing against yours lightly after he stood up and hurried over at the sight of your tears, your scent growing more sour. “Cub,” he said gently. “You’re not alone in this. Alphas got you.”

Hoseok, quiet until now, gave you a warm smile. “And after this, we go home, sleep some more and forget this nonsense, yeah?”

A shaky breath left your lips, and finally, you nodded. “Okay.”

Hyun-Soo glanced between you all before turning to the junior manager holding the tablet. “We’ll send this for final approval. If it’s cleared, we post it.”

A slow exhale passed through the room. The next step was set. „Okay... Now we must discuss what exactly will be happen with Y/N-ssi in the public eye. Make a plan.”

The tension in the room hadn't fully lifted. Even though the statement was being sent for approval, everyone in the room knew it was only a temporary solution.

“This won’t hold up forever,” Hyun-Soo admitted, his sharp eyes flickering over the members. “It’ll calm things down for now, but speculation will build again. You’ll need a real answer soon.”

Yoongi let out a slow breath, leaning back in his chair. “We figured as much.”

Jin nodded. “But we’re not just throwing everything out there. We can’t.” His voice was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Han Ggol scoffed. “You mean you don’t want to.”

Namjoon’s scent flared in warning, but he kept his voice steady. “No, we don’t. Saying outright that Y/N-nie is our omega would be extremely reckless. The backlash would be too unpredictable.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his grip still firm on your hand. “And she is not going through that. Absolutely not.”

Min-Jae pushed his glasses up, trying to mediate. “Then what’s the approach? You’ll have to give them something.”

There was silence for a moment before Hoseok spoke up. “We can hint at it. Make it clear that our pack is growing, that as we mature, our needs change.” His tone was careful, but there was conviction in his words. “That we’re looking for stability, for something more than just the group as it is now.”

Jimin tapped his fingers against the table in thought. “Right. We say it naturally, like it’s part of life. That we’re moving forward, finding what we need to feel whole.”

Taehyung hummed, considering. “It needs to be casual. Not an announcement, but just… a mention. Like something people will hear and think about, but not panic over.”

The young manager, Lee Kuwan, nodded slowly. “A soft introduction to the idea.”

Min-Jae scrolled through his phone before looking up, playing with the instant cup lid. “A podcast would be the best way to do it. It feels personal, and it doesn’t come off like an official statement. One of you could talk about it in passing.”

Yoongi perked up slightly. “There was a podcast scheduled around mid-December. One of us has something like that, right? And then later I can talk about it at Suchwita too...”

Jin thought for a moment before nodding. “That’s right. Jiminie, aren't you invited to Lee Young Ji’s My Alcohol Diary around now?”

Jimin blinked, then exhaled. “Yes... in few days...That could work.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I can talk about it carefully, ease it into the conversation without making it sound like a big deal.”

Namjoon finally nodded, satisfied. “That’s the best approach. We introduce the idea slowly. Let ARMY warm up to the thought.”

Hyun-Soo jotted down some notes. “That should buy time. But we need to address logistics too.” He looked up. “What happens when you’re traveling? Shows, schedules—what about Y/N-ssi then?”

The alphas immediately stiffened.

“She stays with us.” Jungkook’s voice was immediate, final.

Han Ggol frowned. “You can’t be serious. There are international schedules, variety shows, upcoming tours. December has Suchwita, Running Man planned, end-of-year performances—”

“Then we work around it,” Jin cut in sharply. “She's not being left alone.”

Hyun-Soo sighed. “No one’s saying she should be. But omegas have unique needs. Traveling affects them differently—altitude changes, new environments, food sensitivities. That's a lot.”

Min-Jae tapped his pen against the table in thought. “There aren’t many examples of an omega being part of an active idol pack. The only case I can think of is LUMOS.”

Hoseok vaguely recognized the name. A smaller group, not widely known, but their dynamic was different from most in the industry. Their omega member was rarely in the spotlight, but it was no secret that he existed.

Hyun-Soo nodded. “We can reach out to them, see how they handle things. It won’t be the same, but it’s a reference point.”

The pack was still tense, unhappy with the entire conversation, but they knew it had to happen.

Namjoon finally spoke, his voice quiet but firm. “Y/N stays with one of us at all times. That’s not negotiable. This is all far too new for her, she needs to adjust.”

Jin nodded. “We’ll find ways to make it work.”

By now, the focus has entirely came to you and your safety. The alphas all sat up even straighter than before, their eyes sharp.

Hyun-Soo adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable as he glanced at the notes in front of him. “Now, about security measures.” His gaze flickered to Namjoon. “It would be irresponsible not to consider additional protection for Y/N, given the circumstances.”

Namjoon hummed in agreement, his grip on your hand never loosening. “We’ve already started to talk about this within the pack. It’s necessary.” He smiled down at you reassuringly at your questioning gaze.

Jungkook nodded, his other hand resting protectively over yours as well. “She needs someone.” His voice was soft but firm.

You curled inward slightly, feeling heat creep up your neck. “I-I don’t…” You swallowed. „I wo-n’t be in the public eye, r-right?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight for the alphas to immediately react.

Taehyung’s hand found your thigh under the table again, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of your pants. “Of course not, princess. No one’s making you do that.”

Hoseok nodded, his voice gentle. “This isn’t about forcing you into anything. But we want you safe. It's precautious.”

Min-Jae, ever the more understanding of the managers, leaned forward slightly. “A personal security guard, then. Someone who can be with her when the members aren’t available.”

Jungkook next to you shifted in discomfort. Be didn't like the thought of them not being available. Not at all.

The thought alone made your chest feel tight. A stranger? Always around you? Watching over you when your alphas couldn’t? It made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

Your fingers fidgeted under Jungkook’s hands, and you could feel Namjoon’s steady grip tightening slightly, grounding you. “I-I don’t know…” you murmured, eyes lowering to the table. “I don’t wa-nt some stranger following me everywhere oppas.”

Jimin leaned in, his voice soft and reassuring. “Sweetheart, it wouldn’t be just anyone. We’d find someone good. Someone you’re comfortable with, how about it? Alphas will make sure it's someone good enough for their little princess.”

Jin nodded in agreement. “You won’t even have to interact with them much if you don’t want to. They’d just be there to make sure you’re safe.”

You swallowed, your body curling inward even more as you gripped the fabric of Namjoon’s sleeve. “But I don’t… I don’t want a m-an. P:lease” The words were quiet, hesitant, but firm in your mind.

Silence settled for a moment, Namjoon's heart almost breaking in unreasonable guilt before Min-Jae gave a small nod. “That can be arranged.”

Han Ggol, still looking unimpressed with the entire discussion, scoffed under his breath. “A female alpha isn’t exactly common in security roles. We’d have to find someone who—”

“She said what she wants,” Yoongi cut him off, his voice cold. “So that’s what she gets.”

Your chest felt tight again, overwhelmed by the attention and the decision being made about your life. “I just don’t want to be alone,” you admitted, your voice small, vulnerable. “But I d-on’t want to be watched all the time, either.”

Namjoon exhaled slowly, leaning down to brush his nose against your temple. “You won’t be alone, babygirl, alphas are always with you, isn't that right?” His voice was warm, soothing. “And if one day we won't be able to, she could be there for you. And it ever gets too much, we’ll fix it. You always come first pup, you know that.”

Jungkook nuzzled his face into your shoulder briefly, his scent wrapping around you like a blanket. “We’re just making sure you’re safe, babybun. That’s all.”

Taehyung squeezed your thigh gently. “And you’ll always have one of us with you whenever possible, alpha promises.”

Jin let out a slow sigh, his fingers brushing your wrist. “You’re doing so well, cub. I know this is a lot, and I'm so proud of you.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to absorb the warmth and reassurance they surrounded you with. Your fingers tightened around Namjoon’s. “…Ok-ay.” You exhaled softly.

Min-Jae offered a small, reassuring smile. “We’ll make it happen.”

The discussion slowly moved forward, but your heart still felt heavy in your chest. This was real. It was happening. So quick. But it was. You couldn't wrap your head around it still.

„There is only a few female alphas which have been working for us for a while and would be qualified, unfortunately, but we will make sure she will suit all of your needs.” he continued, looking up from his computer. Clicking on a tab, he hastily read over whatever he opened before he turned the screen to face all of your way, the alphas beside you quickly leaning closer to take a look. You too curiously watched the open tab, a portfolio of a professionally photographed woman.

„Just from a quick look I think she might work great for everything you're looking for Y/N-ssi... She is very well qualified,” He said the last part after a particularly sharp look from Yoongi. He has never seen this staff worker in his entire career.

„And very professional, no issues with her as of yet, she has been working with us for about 3 years now. Her name is Min Insook-ssi. Would you guys like to schedule a meeting with her?” The manager asked kindly.

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daichiduskdrop · 3 months ago

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚⋆·˚ ༘ *𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

• Chapter 52

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none

Words: 4265

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„Babycub, let's lay down now, hm? You had a long day honey.” Jin soothed, his thumbs gently wiping any of the remaining tear stains of stress and worry off your skin.

You nodded a little, your tired eyes stuck to the comfort companion you'd been holding for a few minutes now. The cause of all the trouble.

You tried to remind yourself that one way or another it would come down to this sooner or later, but this felt so soon, and you felt overwhelmed just at the thought of press, paparazzi and sasaengs being part of something you'd have to deal with from now on.

Jungkook's warm hands gently caressed your tummy in soothing circles as he helped you lay down among the many different blankets and pillows, puckering the pillow underneath you before he carefully placed it under your head.

„There you go bunny. Does your tummy hurt? D'you feel like throwing up baby?” the youngest fretted as the other alphas too got ready to sleep. It would be too uncomfortable for them, trying to rest so cramped together, probably too hot and all bothered. But you needed it, and that was all that mattered.

„Just a bit oppa...” You whispered, closing your eyes when you felt Yoongi's lips gently graze your forehead, the older man whispering a soft goodnight to you.

Before you was Taehyung, your face close to his warm chest as his arms carefully wrapped around your waist underneath the blanket tucked tightly around you. Just above by your head Jimin slept, his chin grazing over your head soothingly.

Jungkook stayed stuck against your back, his chest softly rumbling as his nose tucked just by your scent gland. You still smelled sick, having him worry even more.

Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi laid down behind each of the maknaes, resting on the outer perimeter, as if to keep watch. And Namjoon sat still just by your feet, carefully petting them occasionally as he watched over his pack for a good hour or so.

By now you were long since in dreamland, brought there by the gentle whispers and soft voices, especially Taehyung who's calming pheromones rolled all around him, making Yoongi huff in annoyance, turning to face the other way. But he didn't move an inch.

„There, there, babycheeks. You can rest now petal. Alphas are right here.”

Joon's caring side stayed on you as he did a last roundabout through the house, checking if all the entrances have been closed, the windows sealed and all the lights turned off. After he checked the house he too went to sleep, for a while still alert just enough to protect his packmates from any danger. But none came, and so he could fall into dreamland himself.

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„...Princess?”

You felt warm all over, clammy and tired. But the scents all around were comforting and you wanted to sleep some more, so you didn't make a single move in response to the call.

„Sweetheart wake up...” Jimin huffed, groggy himself about having to get up. It felt far too early, tiredness still settled deep in his bones. After his gentle fingers swiped your bed hair off your forehead, he could only smile gently at your soft whines.

As he softly giggled, yawning, going to try and coax you awake once more, his hand was instead swatted away as the maknae growled low, his body tucking you closer and shielding you away from Jimin's direction.

„Yah, Kook-ah, I'm your hyung!” he gasped in mock offense, lightly kicking the youngers back.

It's been a while since he himself has been shaken awake by the oldest, Jin's face somber in sadness and annoyance. Jimin sat up carefully at that, ignoring the alpha's call for quick breakfast as he asked what was happening.

He could help the way his hand tighten on yours, and pulling your head just down onto his lap for comfort. He needed you closer.

But Seokjin only said they will have to talk all together, and to wake you all up. By now it was only the maknae's on the makeshift nest you made for them, the alphas holding you tightly to them. The darkness behind the windows was obvious, still too early for them to be getting up. Especially as the sickness still wafted all around you, making them especially on edge.

„Jungkook, please get up, Tae you too.” Namjoon called strictly from where he has been sitting with a huge cup of coffee, glasses perched on his nose as he read something on his laptop, his brows creased. His scent smelled anxious and stressed, Yoongi's gaze too settled on the bright blue screen.

Taehyung grumbled in annoyance at Jimin's shaking, pulling you closer to his chest as he rolled onto his back, eyes fluttering open at the bright lights suddenly turned on.

It was Hobi who did so, his expression tired as he stood by the big, overhead light switch. He could only coo softly at your whines from how you tried and hide your face away from the sudden light, but he showed hardly any mercy to the three alphas rumbling.

„Aish, hyung~!”

„Get up now, we really need to get a move on. Come on sunny, I know, I know , I'm sorry bub.“ he mumbled as he took the many blankets thrown over you off one by one, finally taking you up, shaking off all of their grips as he held you closely to his chest.

Placing you back down on the chest, Hoseok softly giggled at how tired you seemed, your eyes blinking slowly at the table, too sleepy to think straight.

Jungkook sat up better on the couch, his head peaking over the backrest as he asked his pack, his eyes closed. His voice was groggy like every morning.

„What's the time?”

„Just about 6.”

Jin answered calmly, giving you a small bowl of plain rice and more of the same soup as yesterday. Yoongi was already placing a wooden spoon in your hand, his bracelets jiggling.

„Here kitty, eat up. But be careful with your tummy okay? Does it feel okay now?” He asked you gently, petting your hair and calming down the crazy hairstyle you currently sported.

„Feels better alpha...” you mumbled quietly, having him smile softly down at you, pushing your chair closer to the table.

„Good, I'm glad kitten. Alpha is so glad.” He watched in content as you took a few good spoonfuls of the soup, his eyes hardly even straining from you when the three maknaes finally set down themselves.

As the eldest settled a still hot pan of sizzling kimchi fried rice, the alphas all seemed to perk up, especially the maknaes who's eyes finally popped open at the sight of food.

„Joon-ah put it away.” the alpha scolded softly, having the packalpha sigh and do as told, filling you a glass of water in the meantime. He took out one of the gummy bears with vitamins for you and the stomach medication they got for you, putting them just before you.

„Here pup, please take these after you finish okay? It's for your tummy babygirl. Gonna make you all better in no time.” He whispered softly, giving your head a soft kiss after you nodded along.

The pack ate, all tired and disheveled after the too-short-rest they had. Namjoon woke up early morning with his phone vibrating from continual calls, having him grumble and get up to take it - it was from one of their group managers, one which they stuck with since the very early beginnings of their career.

Namjoon sighed heavily, rubbing a tired hand down his face as he stepped into the dimly lit hallway, phone pressed against his ear. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, the weight of exhaustion settling deep in his bones. The moment he answered, he barely had time to greet the caller before an irritated voice cut through the line.

„Namjoon, what the hell happened last night?”

Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling slowly. „Good morning to you too, hyung,” he muttered, voice gravelly with sleep.

„Don’t start with me, Namjoon. I just sat through an emergency meeting about this mess. Do you have any idea how bad this has gotten? The plush was right there—clear as day. And now ARMY’s lost their minds.”

Namjoon leaned against the wall, head tilting back as he stared at the ceiling. „I understand that it would come out eventually,” he admitted, but his tone lacked any real conviction. He was too drained to argue.

„Yeah, but not like this. We were supposed to control the narrative, not let Twitter explode overnight. The international fans picked it up while we were asleep, and now it's trending worldwide. People are speculating everything—from a secret omega member to a hidden relationship. Some think it belongs to one of you, but others…”

The pause was heavy, and Namjoon knew exactly where the manager was going with this. His jaw tightened.

„Some are saying it belongs to an omega outside the pack.”

Silence stretched between them for a moment. Namjoon swallowed, his protective instincts flaring.

„They don’t know a single thing,” he said firmly.

„Not yet. But they will if we don’t get ahead of this.” The manager sighed, the frustration in his voice giving way to weariness. „Look, we’re putting out a statement this morning. We’ll frame it as the pack going through some changes—something vague but controlled. But we need everyone here at HYBE. Now.”

Namjoon exhaled sharply, pushing off the wall. „She’s still not feeling well. She is sick, some stomach bug. You know how stressful this is for her—”

„I know, Joon. I do. But this isn’t just about her anymore. The whole pack is under scrutiny, and if we don’t handle this right, it could get worse. There are additional legal documents she needs to sign now that things are public. NDAs don’t fully cover… this.”

Namjoon’s free hand curled into a fist. He hated this. He hated that you were being dragged into something you weren’t ready for. He hated that despite their best efforts to keep you safe, the world was closing in.

„I won’t let her identity be exposed, she doesn't want that.” he said, voice like steel.

„We won’t push that, I promise. It wouldn’t make sense to reveal her. But we do need to work fast.” The manager Kim hesitated before adding, „Look, I know this isn’t ideal. But we’ll do everything we can to keep her protected. We will set up her own security, get her a manager too, in case she wants one. Just get here as soon as possible.”

Namjoon sighed, his shoulders slumping. „Fine. We’ll be there soon.”

„Good. And Namjoon?”

„…Yeah?”

„I know you’re tired, but this was a careless mistake. You should’ve caught it before going live.”

Guilt settled heavy in his chest, but he didn’t argue. Sure, the entire stream was dicey, the time crunch not giving them a single opportunity to set everything up. But he was their packalpha and was meant to make sure everything was fine before he'd allowed Him to start it. He should have noticed. And he’d missed it.

„I know,” he admitted quietly. „It won’t happen again.”

„Make sure of it.”

The call ended with a sharp beep, and Namjoon let his hand drop to his side, exhaling shakily. His head was pounding, stress gnawing at the edges of his already-frazzled nerves.

His mind turned back to the dining table, where the rest of the pack was beginning to wake fully, all of you eating your breakfasts fairly quietly, too tired to speak a lot. Not that they had much appetite.

You sat at the table, still bundled in one of Taehyung’s hoodies, hands wrapped around a warm cup of tea, the same one as yesterday. Your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but you looked up at him immediately, sensing his tension.

Namjoon forced a small, tired smile, but his heart ached. This wasn’t fair to you.

Jin frowned from across the room, setting down his chopsticks. „So?”

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, sighing. „We have to go to HYBE. Now.”

A ripple of unease moved through the pack. Taehyung’s brows furrowed as he instinctively shifted closer to you, while Jungkook’s jaw tightened, protective instincts bristling.

„Oppa…” you murmured hesitantly, and his heart clenched at the worry in your voice.

He softened, moving toward you and crouching at your side, large hands resting gently on your knees. „It’s gonna be okay, baby pup. I promise.”

He just wished he fully believed it himself.

Before you knew it you were already being encouraged to take the medication, chewing up the weird-tasting gummy bear that had you frowning in distaste as Hobi cooed softly that you'd never have to eat those again since you didn't like them.

„Here sunny, let's go-! The world awaits-!” Hoseok smiled softly, trying to make your mood better, but you felt only a pang of stress at his words. It was true. The world was quite literally waiting.

But you took his hand as the alpha led you back to your room. He helped you pick out a comfortable outfit after you asked him to, giving you a pair of black flared leggings from another pricey brand you didn't know to go along with the alpha's hoodie you refused to take off.

Soon enough, after you got ready properly, you were holding onto Jimin's hand tightly by the main entrance, the alpha fretting over you softly as you'd just taken one more pain medication after your headache picked up even further.

Jungkook kneeled by your feet as he tightly laced your warm boots up, smiling at you comfortingly as he helped you into a warm jacket over the plain grey jumper drenched in Taehyung's scent, comforting you a bit.

„There bun, all ready to go!” He smiled softly af you, himself wanting to comfort you.

„Oh, I almost forgot, cub, Moonsik texted me, they'd love to see you again, would that be okay peaches? You can read the message in the car, how about it?”

„Okay Jin oppa...” You answered softly, taking his and Jimin's hand as Jungkook left the room last, carefully locking the front doors.

The van doors were already open, Jin the one to climb in first before he helped you in, carefully pulling you up even if you didn't need much help. At the packalpha's pointed gaze you decided to settle into the middle seat, Jin and Jimin on your sides as Jungkook grumbled about the best seat being taken. Taehyung was quick to growl at him in annoyance at his remark.

„Here cub, come look...” Seokjin said, as the car backed out of the driveway, Hoseok driving carefully after Namjoon made sure your seatbelt held on properly.

The oldest packmember took out his phone, handing you the open chat on an app, as he showed you the last message.

Your mouth formed a soft, shy smile at the thought of your friend Yuki and Moonsik being worried about you. You felt happy knowing that they still liked you even after you dropped in that mall.

Looking up at Jin next to you, the alpha tucked the scarf tighter around your neck, smiling himself. „Would you like to see them again? You can do whatever you want cub. No pressure.”

You nodded slightly. „I think I w-ant to oppa...” this made him coo softly, Hoseok meeting your eyes in the rearview mirror, wanting to see what got the eldest all giddy. Of course - your cuteness. He should have guessed.

„Aigoo, peaches, you're too adorable. Okay, let's type something out then, would you like to help me cub?”

Feeling content with the message, you rested your head on the alphas shoulder, your mind finally noticing the soft music playing through - some old, Coldplay album. You still couldn't believe they were taking you to their concert.

Jungkook's hand caringly smoothed over your tight, his motions calm as he typed something on his phone, occasionally giggling to himself, no doubt texting with some of his friends.

Soon enough the car was going into the underground garage after being allowed in by the security guards, the city pretty clear of traffic since it was still pretty early in the morning.

The eldest took your hand in his, playfully whining about his knees cracking as he stood up and got out of the car, gently placing you down on the clean pavement of the parking lot.

„There little cub. Let's go in now, shall we?”

You nodded along, letting Namjoon scent you, as the packalpha told you to stick close, apologizing about the face mask they had you wear. Just in case, he thought to himself.

Taking your hand in Yoongi's from your other side, Hobi locked the car behind you all as the pack surrounded you, having you kept in the very center as the alphas walked through the half empty lot to the elevators.

Taking the one on the right marked as 'private', Namjoon pressed the buttons before you were all going up, the oldest's alphas thumbs going over your knuckles.

„Kitten, you feeling okay? ” Yoongi asked gently, worried eyes on you as he tugged the mask just a tad bit higher up your nose in worry. It was pretty F/C, the packalpha having bought it for you a few days back after he realised you'd probably have to be wearing them more often than you were used to by now.

You nodded, your head resting against his arm having him sigh out. The elevator dinged, stopping as the doors slid open. They led you through the seemingly maze -like HYBE building, the floor practically empty apart from a few security members standing around every once in a while. They would bow down to the idols each time, having you all do the same, you following shyly.

You felt out of place as Namjoon pulled one door open, the sliding entrance to the large meeting room not creaking one bit, as the few managers inside stood up to greet you all.

You recognised a few of their faces as you kept your eyes glued to the floor, not wanting to make accidental eye contact and instead keeping to yourself. But soon enough you were brought out from that hazy state of mind, as the packmember gently lead you to an already pulled out seat.

„Here babycheeks, alphas will stay with you the whole time, okay? You just have to listen petal.” You nodded, scared of the stock looking scent-less men sitting around the large table, each and every one of them judging you with their sharp looks.

„Don't worry pup, alphas will be here the whole time. Everything is going to be okay.”

Namjoon said softly, caressing your back as he sat to your right, his hand wrapping yours up tightly. You wished you'd brought the comfort companion with you. It felt ironic - it was the cause of this whole ordeal.

The room felt cold, despite the warmth radiating from Namjoon’s hand around yours. The managers, seated on the other side of the large conference table, looked serious—calculating, even. Their expressions were unreadable, but their scents, or lack thereof, unsettled you. It was like sitting across from a wall.

One of them—Kim Hyun-soo, an older man with streaks of gray in his neatly combed black hair—cleared his throat. His tailored navy suit was pristine, not a wrinkle in sight, and his eyes, dark and sharp, flickered over the pack before landing on Namjoon.

„Let’s get straight to it.” His voice was smooth but firm. „We need to finalize the statement before the situation escalates further.”

Jin’s jaw ticked as he adjusted his sleeves, leaning forward. „What exactly are ARMYs saying?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying tension in his posture.

Another manager, Choi Min-jae, younger and less rigid-looking with softer brown hair and wire-rimmed glasses, hesitated. He glanced at his phone before sighing. „It’s a mess. There are hundreds of theories flying around. Some think it’s an elaborate prank, others are convinced that we’ve been hiding an omega member for years. International fans are more skeptical, but the Korean fans—” He stopped, rubbing his temple. „Well, you know how they are.”

Yoongi’s fingers tapped against the table in an irregular rhythm. „Read some of them, we need to know what they are thinking so we know how to approach this thing,” he said flatly.

Min-jae exhaled, scrolling through his phone before picking out a few posts.

„Here’s one from a Twitter thread that’s gained a lot of traction: ‘There’s no way they’ve been able to hide an omega for this long. It’s probably just a staff member or a family member. Or maybe it’s nothing at all, and we’re overreacting. But then… why did Jungkook react like that? He hardly spoke. And he looked like he had been crying. It would make sense.’”

Jungkook stiffened beside you, his hand clenching into a fist on his lap.

Min-jae continued, his voice steady but cautious. „Another one: ‘Hybe has never been fully honest with us before. What if this is another secret they were planning to reveal later? An omega trainee? A hidden member? Either way, this feels calculated.’”

Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms. „Calculated? Like we planned this?” His scent spiked with irritation, but he kept his voice controlled. He was forced to do this live. They all were.

Namjoon’s grip on your hand tightened. „Next.”

Min-jae hesitated again, glancing at you before reading aloud. „This one is… harsher. ‘If there’s really an omega, and they’ve been hiding them, I feel bad for them. Imagine being locked away like that. Then again, maybe they chose this. Some omegas like being owned and so-'”

„That’s enough,” Namjoon said, voice dangerously low, a low growl sounding from him.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your stomach twisted painfully, your entire body curling inward as if trying to disappear. You felt exposed, dissected by faceless strangers who knew nothing about you but still felt entitled to an opinion.

The tension in the room turned suffocating. Jungkook was shaking slightly, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. His gaze was dark, his hand resting protectively on your thigh under the table.

You felt small. Too small. Like you had been ripped open and left for everyone to analyze.

Jin was the first to move, his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck, thumb stroking your skin soothingly. „Breathe, cub,” he murmured softly. „It’s just words. You're okay. They can’t touch you. We won't let them.”

Jimin, ever attuned to emotions, reached across the table to squeeze your wrist lightly. „Hey, sweetheart, look at me,” he coaxed gently. You lifted your head hesitantly, eyes glassy. „Princess, I know it’s a lot. But we won’t let anything happen to you, okay? Alphas will keep you safe. It doesn't matter what stories they are making up now.”

Jungkook exhaled shakily beside you, his head ducking down toward your shoulder as he nuzzled into you for a second, as if grounding himself just as much as he was trying to comfort you. His scent stuck to you tightly. „You’re ours. We protect what’s ours,” he muttered.

Hoseok hummed in agreement, his fingers trailing over the back of your hand under the table from where he reached as far as he could. „Always.”

The managers exchanged glances, clearly unsure how to proceed in the face of such raw emotion. Hyun-soo cleared his throat again, folding his hands in front of him. „The statement should be concise. Reassuring, but vague. We don’t want to confirm or deny anything outright.”

Namjoon nodded slowly, still focused on you. „Something that settles things without feeding the fire.”

Min-jae scrolled through his phone again. „We’ve drafted a preliminary version. It reads: ‘As BTS continues to evolve as a group, we ask for your understanding as the members navigate changes within their personal and professional lives. Their commitment to their music and their fans remains unchanged. We thank you for your continued support.’”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, shaking his head. „Too vague. It sounds like we’re announcing someone’s departure or a scandal.”

One of the managers that had yet to speak, his name was Han Ggol, bit out a cold remark, sizing the alpha up. „This is a scandal.” His eyes pierced your huddled form, your knees pulled tight under your chin.

For a few moment noone spoke, your eyes set tight on the edge of the white table. You could hear the low growl coming from the packmember.

Jin sighed, rubbing his temple. „We need something that reassures ARMY that nothing is changing. That we’re still the same. That our music is the same.”

Namjoon nodded. „Something like… ‘BTS is, and always will be, a group dedicated to our music and our fans. We appreciate your support as we continue this journey together. Thank you for always being with us.’ Simple. No room for speculation.”

Hyun-soo considered it, then nodded approvingly. „That works. Let's type it out.”

You stayed silent throughout the discussion, still curled slightly inward, but the alphas kept their touches constant—light strokes on your back, warm hands over yours, reassuring brushes against your knee.

Even as the meeting continued, you felt the weight of the world pressing down on you. But at least you weren’t carrying it alone. And so you just focused on Jungkook's scent as you listened to the keyboard clicking, as the managers before you wrote out your fate.

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#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts #bts a/b/o #bts imagine #bts omegaverse #hybrid bts #bts jimin #bts namjoon #bts taehyung

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• Chapter 51

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: swearing

Words: 3584

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For a few minutes the room was almost eerily still. The leader was the first to get hold of himself, gently shushing your whiney when he detangled himself from the makeshift nest, whispering a soft: „I'm sorry babypup, alpha will be right back, honey go back to sleep...”

Troubling his lip in-between his teeth, he gently petted your hair as he stood up, taking long strides to reach the very clearly distressed maknaes. Taehyung was practically frozen, almost af if not breathing, still and quiet as he stared at his bag with the comfort companion in it.

This was not what they needed to happen - anything but this really.

„Maybe they won't notice, we cannot rush into any conclusions... Here, show me the recording.” Namjoon mumbled, sitting down between Jimin and slumped Jungkook. The youngest's eyes once again shone brighter than usual, a soft sniffle leaving him as he buried his head between his hands.

Only this broke Taehyung from his gaze, the older man gently patting the youngers shoulder. Jungkook was so exhausted of things never going the way they needed them to when it came to you.

You were never meant to be pressured by your classmates like that. You were never meant to be pressed down by their managers with that overly strict NDA. You were never meant to be dropping on them so often. You were never meant to be hurting.

He felt like a failure. He was meant to fix everything, mend and heal all wounds, visible or not, and the youngest felt all control crumble from his desperate hands. It was as if no matter what they did it never seemed to work out.

„It's going to be okay Kookie.” the singer whispered encouragingly, fighting of his own anxiety and worry. The maknae especially seemed to be doing terribly since you'd become sick and everything was just taking a toll on him.

By now, Namjoon, Jimin, Jin and Hoseok were all huddled close as the packalpha fast-forwarded through the entire stream's recording, all of them keeping eyes on the right side corner. Right now, Jimin's body was covering the open part of the back, but soon enough the packmmembers got to an entire few minute section by the end of the stream where it was on full display.

„Alright, well- they will probably not notice it anyway. And if they do we can just make it up, say that it's one of our friend's-, something like that. It will be fine.”

Namjoon rambled, feeling a tremor in his voice. The way it's hardly ever sounded. They didn't even finish courting you for god's sake. You were nowhere near ready to show your new pack dynamics to the public.

„Namjoon-ah, they will tell the type of the plush... And we chose one specifically for 7+ scents, remember? At the store.” Hoseok said, his voice stone cold. His usually cheery expression long gone. This was not good. Not good at all.

The leader only sighed, himself mimicking the pose Jungkook has found himself in, rubbing his eyes, whispering a harsh curse.

„Nothing we can do now.”

He mumbled finally, getting up and once again crossing the room over to you, letting the tablet with the paused recording bounce onto the couch behind where he sat previously.

You were tightly cradled to Yoongi, the older man wafting strong calming pheromones all around the distressed, scared scented room. Not to forget your sickness, still happening.

Squatting down by your face, the packalpha gently ran his fingers over the back of your head, brushing them through your hair with care and worry in his eyes.

„Pup? Pup, please, let's go eat now.” He whispered carefully, Yoongi's eyes staying on him, his expression unreadable. But they all thought the same.

Eventually, you were coaxed into a more awake state by the both of them, the older's hands holding you up as he carried you the little way to the already set up table. The rest of the pack mates slowly trickled in, trying to act natural but clearly unsettled and upset.

When you finally all settled down, a huge glass of plain water infront of you (Jin was far too worried to have you drink anything else) and a bowl of the light soup, you took a good look at everyone sitting by the table.

The tension in the room was thick, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on every member of the pack. They had done their best to keep the atmosphere calm during dinner, but it was clear that something was wrong. You could feel it in the way their hands lingered on your shoulders, the way they kept glancing at you, the way their voices were just a little too careful.

Yoongi, to your left looked somber as he served the thinly sliced pickled radish on your side dish, kissing your temple at your sweet thank yous. Jin, one seat further, tried his best to act normal, but you noticed the light tremble in his hands - he kept on spilling a bit of the soup when he would place anyone's bowl down.

Hobi, further down was no better, you could tell by the way he stayed still and quiet, whenever he would stand up to grab someone's forgotten cutlery or one more cup his hands stayed just for a bit longer on the back of your head, by your shoulder or arm.

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook sulked and all had borderline tear in their eyes. They only whispered in response to anyone's questions on what they'd like for this or that, and stared at the table, all seemingly in deep thoughts.

And the packalpha, to your right, kept on carefully plating the food, bowl after another bowl, all the packmmembers settling for the calming soup for tonight - they no longer had any appetite, but felt need to show you good eating habits. He himself was deep in thought, brows furrowed and jaw set tighter than usual.

„Wh-at happened..?”

Your soft voice whispered, having all of the alpha's heads shot up in sync. Immediately all their gazes softened when coming over you. You were a precious treasure they had to guard after all. And this was like giving a map to it, marking your location with a giant X.

„Cub, baby...” But Jin didn't continue, the room once again settling into a quietness. The broth no longer tasted calming to your unsettled and scratchy throat, the eldest's shoulders once again high in tension, not the way they relaxed a few minutes before when you mumbled about how tasty it was.

And then, the moment you had been dreading came.

Namjoon set his spoon down, inhaling deeply before turning to you with the gentlest expression he could muster. "Pup," he started, his voice steady but soft, "there's something we need to talk about."

Immediately, your stomach twisted. Your grip on your spoon tightened as you looked between their faces, searching for some kind of clue. But all you found were careful expressions and nervous glances.

"W-what is it?" you asked hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook let out a soft coo, his fingers twitching as if he wanted to reach for you but wasn't sure if he should. Jimin was already leaning closer, his warmth steady against your side from where he was taking your hardly finished bowl away. They won't risk having you eat any more than you did on your own - far too worried that you'd throw up right away.

Namjoon hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing. "During the live earlier... the camera caught something. Your—your little lamb. And people probably saw it."

The world tilted for a moment. Your chest tightened, breathing uneven as your hands curled into your lap. "W-what? No, no, I—" Your voice wavered, and the next words came out in a rush. "I—I c-can’t—! I don’t w-want to—!" You whimpered, your knees curling up to your chest, your distressed scent going all around the already sad room.

Jimin was the first to react from right next to you, quickly reaching for your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "Hey, hey, sweetheart, breathe. We’re here. We’re right here. It will be okay princess." His voice was soothing, warm, grounding, even if he felt anything but calm and grounded.

You tried to focus on his touch, on the steady circles he traced against your skin, but panic clawed at your chest. "T-they know? B-but, but I—"

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, your body trembling as Yoongi’s arms suddenly wrapped around you, pulling you against his chest. His scent was warm, familiar, a cocoon of safety. "Sh-sh-sh, kitten, it's okay. You’re okay, alphas will take care of everything, we will fix it." he murmured against your hair, rubbing slow, comforting circles on your back as he kept on pecking your forehead over and over.

Jungkook’s eyes were glistening, his hands clenched into fists as he looked at you with pure devastation. "We’re so sorry," he whispered. "You weren’t supposed to—this wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Alphas are so sorry babybun."

"It was an accident, sunshine," Hobi added, his voice thick with guilt. "We didn’t realize until it was too late."

"We should have been more careful," Jin murmured, his face tight with regret. "This isn’t fair to you cub. Alpha is sorry."

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know this is overwhelming, but we have to make a plan, pup," he reassured you, his voice firm but still gentle. "After we finish, I’m going to call the managers and discuss the next steps. It’s always better for us to address it first before the public runs wild with their own theories."

Your lower lip trembled. "B-but I d-don’t w-want to be in the p-public yet," you stammered, your fingers tightening in the fabric of Yoongi’s shirt.

"We know, babycheeks," Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "We know."

"We're going to do everything we can to keep you safe," Hoseok promised, his other hand coming up to stroke your hair. "You're not alone bub, I promise. Alphas are always here to take care of you."

"But w-what if—" You hiccuped, barely able to get the words out. "What if t-they hate me?"

A sharp sound left Jungkook’s throat, as if the thought physically pained him. "They won’t," he swore, his voice shaking. "They could never hate you."

Namjoon nodded firmly. "ARMY loves us, pup. And that means they'll love you too. We’ll make sure of it."

Jin wiped at his face, his usual composure cracking just slightly. "This isn’t how we wanted it to happen, but no matter what, we will protect you. Always."

Yoongi pressed a soft kiss against your temple. "Kitty, how about you make another pretty nest for all of us now? Would you like that? Our pack to sleep together tonight?”

Sniffling, you nodded against his chest, your heartbeat still unsteady but no longer spiraling. The warmth of your pack surrounded you, holding you together when you felt like you were falling apart.

„Okay cub, let's go... Come, hold alpha's hand...” You slipped off of the older's lap, the man sneakily wiping off his own tears when you weren't looking, taking Jin's already outstretched hand.

The oldest alpha gently lead you to your room first, while the rest of the packmembers cleaned up, the packalpha leaving to call the managers while closing himself off in his own studio.

„Here cub, your PJ's. Do you feel okay to shower on your own? Not too wobbly or tired..?” He smiled softly at you, his eyes even more worried and caring than usual if that was even possible as he cupped your face in his hands. He felt his chest tightening at the thought of you, passing out from that terrible sickness while showering. Sure, you seemed better after the medication, but you were still so pale and whimpered at any sudden movements and strong lights...

„It's okay oppa...” You whispered, taking the monogram pyjamas from him, neatly folded as you hurried to get a fresh pair of underwear on you own while the alpha calmly waited for you at your bed.

You took a quick shower, brushed your teeth and gently scrubbing your face with a cleanser provided by the alphas now that you knew you could actually use it. Quickly changing, you slowly walked out of the bathroom once more, the eldest's eyes meeting yours after they abandoned his phone screen from where he was quicky texting.

„I got your brush for you already little cub, let's go rest up for now... You had a long day peaches.” he comforted, hugging you carefully as he scented the top of your head once more, too anxious after the shower took some of his scent off.

When Jin took you back to the living room, the first thing you noticed was the calming music playing - it was a mixture of ocean waves and white noise, the sound coming from a MacBook by the coffee table infront of the enlarged couch. Jungkook and Yoongi kept on playing with the audio settings, the youngest's shoulder's sagging when the audio started to come from the TV speaker set up instead, naturally circling the entire room.

„Nice hyung!” He whispered, his usual excitement peeking through just a bit. Yoongi only mumbled something in response, turning around to face you both, taking in your cute self. He felt his heart ache at your plump, pink cheeks.

„Kitty? Come look at what alpha's got for your nest?” You followed his words, Jin's hand rubbing a soft circle on your back as he calmly whispered that he'd be in the kitchen for now.

Taehyung was by the front of the couch, by now changed into loose grey sweatapants and a simple white tanktop. His hoodie he wore previously was layed on top of the pile of scented tops, pillows, blankets and duvets, a mingle of their scents.

„You're so cute like this babycheeks...” He whispered gently, in awe at just how comfortable you seemed, softly shuffling in their way. He stood up better, caring eyes set on you as he watched for a little while at how you adjusted and moved every single thing, creating the perfect little nest for them to indulge in, all together as a pack.

„Come on Tae-ah.” Yoongi almost whispered, tugging him along with the youngest from being too close while you were setting the nest up, an extremely vulnerable act for an omega - and you have been disturbed so many times by today that he didn't want to take any chances.

And so as you adjusted and fluffed up every single thing to just the perfect position, the rest of the pack members waited around either by the kitchen just behind the couch you were at, or doing their nightly routines somewhere around the villa.

Just then Namjoon emerged from the studio, his heavy scent having them all perk up. Even you looked up, your big eyes peeking over the backrest, having someone coo loudly.

The packalpha seemed to be just about to speak, but when he noticed you, a soft, comforting rumble left him. And it only increased when you mumbled a soft: „Will we all go to n-nest now..?” unsure, if you could even call whatever you made a nest. But they kept on referring to it that way, so surely that was right? You started believing it too. It felt right.

„Of course sunny.” Hoseok said gently in response, finishing his glass of water, taking the full one with himself, as he along with the other members came over, all of them shuffling close.

One by one, each made a careful eye contact with you, individually asking permission for entering the soft nest, having them thank you profusely when you'd let them in. Jungkook was already behind you, having you sit on his lap, his hands gently laying on your tummy under the silky top, warming it up when you'd whimper to him that it still hurt.

„Here, oppa will make it all better babybun.”

Hoseok caressed your hand in his, fingers tightly laced with yours as his nose nudged your jaw, gentle pepperkisses left to your cheek. Taehyung stuck to your other side, caressing your tight along with Jimin.

The three others seated themselves at your feet, watching over you with caring eyes, the way only a worried alpha would look at their omega.

For a few minutes, the only sounds filling the nest were the quiet rustling of blankets and the slow, deep breaths of the pack trying to steady themselves. The weight of what had happened still sat heavy on everyone’s shoulders, pressing into their very bones.

Namjoon finally exhaled deeply, shifting slightly to sit up straighter. "I just got off the phone with management," he started, his voice low, but there was an edge of frustration beneath it. He dragged a tired hand through his hair before continuing. "They already know. Twitter is already discussing it."

A ripple of tension moved through the pack.

"For fuck's sake," Yoongi muttered, rubbing a slow hand down his face.

Jungkook stiffened behind you, his arms tightening just slightly, his grip unconsciously protective. You sucked in a shaky breath, trying to will yourself to stay calm, but the sheer panic coiling in your chest made it feel like you couldn't breathe.

Namjoon glanced at you, his face softening instantly at the way your small fingers curled into the blanket. He sighed again, more gently this time. "Babygirl, I know this is scary, but listen to me. Management said that one way or another, we were going to have to say something eventually. It was only a matter of time before people started noticing things. This just... sped things up."

You swallowed hard, throat tight. "B-but I— I’m not r-ready," you whispered, your voice shaking, eyes glassy as you peeked up at him.

Hoseok made a soft noise, shifting beside you, his fingers threading through your hair with slow, methodical strokes. "We know, sweetheart," he murmured, brushing a particularly stubborn tangle free. "And we’re so, so sorry. If we could take it back, we would."

"You shouldn't have to deal with this yet," Jin added softly, his face drawn with guilt.

Namjoon reached out, cupping your knee gently. "Management thinks the best thing for now is to lay low and see if the discussion picks up more. If it does, we’ll release a statement tomorrow. If it doesn’t… we’ll just keep quiet. Let it blow over."

Silence.

The weight of his words pressed down on you, suffocating, and for a moment, the only thing keeping you grounded was the feeling of Jungkook rubbing slow circles against your hip, the soft sound of Hoseok’s brush moving through your hair.

Your heart was hammering. "B-but w-what if—what if people h-hate me?" Your voice cracked, fear raw in every syllable.

Jimin let out a soft, distressed noise, his warm hand coming up to cradle the side of your face, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "Oh, princess," he whispered, his voice breaking a little. "They won’t. How could they ever? You’re our baby omega. You’re perfect."

Taehyung’s jaw clenched, his grip on your thigh tightening just slightly. "You don’t have to be scared, babycheeks. We won’t let anyone hurt you."

"But w-what if—"

Jungkook suddenly pulled you in tighter, tucking you securely against his chest, his breath warm against your temple. "No 'what ifs,' babybun," he whispered. "It’s not gonna happen. We won’t let it."

Namjoon watched you carefully, reading every minute expression on your face, every twitch of your fingers. His gaze softened, and he gave your knee a light squeeze. "Pup, I promise you—no matter what happens, we’re here. We’ll handle everything, okay? You don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to speak, you don’t have to come forward if you don’t want to. Alphas will protect you."

You swallowed hard, your throat bobbing. "B-but the internet… they s-say things—" Your voice wavered, and you could already feel the ugly, anxious thoughts crawling into your head.

"They can say anything they want, it doesn't matter," Yoongi said quietly, his voice calm but firm. "But at the end of the day, we know the truth. And so do you my kitty."

"Exactly," Jin nodded, his lips pursed. "We will not let them take you from us. We won’t let them scare you."

Hoseok pressed a soft kiss to your hairline. "Sunny, if this gets worse, we’ll be right there, every step of the way. You won’t be alone in this."

Tears stung at your eyes, your breath hitching slightly. It was overwhelming—the suddenness of it all. Even though a large part of you was still terrified, another part felt the tiniest bit more at ease.

You hiccupped softly. "Y-you promise?"

Jungkook was the first to answer, his voice trembling as he whispered, "I promise, baby."

"So do I," Jimin murmured, stroking your cheek.

"Me too, cub," Jin said gently.

"Always," Taehyung whispered.

"Forever," Yoongi added.

Namjoon’s eyes were warm, filled with quiet strength. "Pup, you are ours, our perfect little omega to take care of and cherish. And alphas will never, ever let anything happen to you."

The room fell into a hush, only the sound of the waves playing from the speakers filling the space.

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#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts #bts a/b/o #bts imagine #bts omegaverse #hybrid bts #bts jimin #bts namjoon #bts taehyung

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• Chapter 50

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: swearing

Words: 4043

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You recoiled tighter into yourself, your breath hitching in worry at the alphas pissed tone. You whimpered in slight fear - of course you knew he would never do anything to harm you. Jimin would never, none of them would, they already proved that so many times - but something basic, instinctual burned within you once again.

And you felt fear spark just at the tips of your toes, crawling up like a beast to take over your body and mind. But before it could it's already been shooed away by the worried packmembers, soft coos and croons for comfort sounding all around you.

You couldn't really tell, your ears filled with the noise of your blood pumping, up and down, taking over your sense of sound.

When you opened your eyes once again, you were face to face with the young pack member, his hands tightly holding your face as he looked into your eyes and kept on saying something - his lips moving in a motion going on again and again, and again.

Just when small tears sprung up in your eyes, triggering the packalpha to hurry even closer, did you get your sense of place back - Namjoon, biting his lip in unsureness, lightly, ever so carefully, threated his hand through the hair on the back of your hair, quickly finding the junction between your head and back. It worked like a charm when the older pressed down on it, carefully but putting enough pressure to be noticeable.

Immediately, your body went completely lax, the almost lid over your consciousness lifting right up, as you came back to registering all the noises around you. Your vision cleared too, no longer blurry, as you blinked as if awake once again.

No longer were you spiralling down the rabbit hole of anxious thoughts, worried that the alpha was angry, angry at you, for being sick, for even being there, and that he would take it out on you - even if the rational part of your brain kept on reminding you that it wouldn't happen.

„Shhh, pup, honey, you're okay. Alphas are okay, nobody is angry, don't worry. Everything is okay.”

Namjoon hurried out gently, accompanied by the other noises of approval and agreement as the other alphas worried and fretted over you. They didn't want you to get spooked, not like this.

Finally fully registering Jimin's careful hold on your cheeks, the man's eyes searching yours, he looked upset, but still his jaw held a tick to it, in a way it usually didn't. Only then did you notice that what he kept on saying over and over were sorries.

„Sweetie? Alpha is so sorry. I didn't mean to raise my voice like that princess, please, please forgive me, I'm really sorry- I just-”

Once again did his phone ring, it seemed almost constant by now. You breathed in a shaky breath, before you nodded, sharing a careful eye contact with the sad man.

„It's oka-y oppa... Just got spooked...'m sorry.” You mumbled softly, playing with the blanket bellow you, settling more comfortably on Yoongi's lap, breathing in his scent. He smelled safe. Like they all did.

Once again you could feel a wave of tiredness hit you, making you rest your head right against the alphas chest, closing your eyes for a second. You weren't doing so good, hardly registering the way some of the alphas scented and dotted over you.

„No sweetheart, it's all my fault, I'm so so so sorry princess.” he watched you carefully for another moment, pecking your forehead repeatedly, before he finally remembered that he had that phone call to attend to - taking the cursed device out.

Jimin had just settled back beside you, fingers absently stroking over your knuckles, when his phone buzzed again. The name flashing on the screen made his stomach twist with irritation.

Manager Kang.

He inhaled sharply, jaw clenching as he swiped to answer.

„What now, hyung?” His voice was tight, patience worn thin.

„What now?” Kang scoffed, exasperation crackling through the speaker. „Are you joking? You said you’d go live. That was ten minutes ago, Jimin. Where the hell are you?”

Jimin exhaled slowly, willing himself to stay calm. „Hyung, I told you I’ll do it.”

„Yeah? When? Next week? When the entire schedule is already messed up?” Kang’s voice rose with frustration. „You’re already late, and Givenchy’s PR team is going to start wondering what’s going on. Not to mention the label. You know how strict they are with brand deals—”

Jimin pressed two fingers against his temple, eyes flickering toward you. Gently rubbing his hand over your soft hair he once again left with the call, both Namjoon and Taehyung quickly following the fuming man. He could not catch a break, could he? He wasn’t the only one feeling the weight of this.

Their tension was palpable, as he switched the call to go through the microphone instead, so that he would have to repeat anything the annoying man was saying.

„Jimin.” Kang’s voice dropped, tone sharp as a knife. „If you don’t go live in the next five minutes, consider your solo stage at MAMA canceled.”

Jimin’s breath caught. His fingers curled into a fist against the kitchen counter, his body turned away from both of his packmates.

That solo performance… months of training, of refining each detail, of making it his own. And now, Kang was using it as a bargaining chip.

Silence stretched thick between them.

„You have two choices,” Kang continued, voice clipped. „One, you get on live right now and do what you’re supposed to. Or two, you explain to Bang PD himself why you suddenly don’t have a performance slot anymore.”

Jimin’s growled low in his chest, instincts screaming at him to tell Kang to fuck off. To tell him that none of this mattered right now, not when you were curled up in their shared nest, burning up, shivering, sick.

But he knew better.

His eyes flickered back to the doors where you laid, body small and fragile under the blankets. He thought about what you would say if you were awake. How guilty you’d feel if you knew what he was risking.

He hated it.

You sounded so scared of him at that little minute there - whimpering a soft: 'please don't, I'm sorry alpha-!'. You shattered his heart. Did you even realise you whimpered that out? He felt sick thinking about it. He would never hurt you, and felt ashamed of himself that your instincts told you otherwise.

„Fine,” he bit out, voice like ice.

„Good,” Kang said, but he wasn’t done. „And you’re not going alone. Get Jungkook and Taehyung with you—maknae line streams always pull great engagement. Jungkook’s trending on Twitter right now, so use that momentum for damage control. We both know you need it.”

Jimin swallowed down his irritation.

„You want me to drag them into this too?”

„I'm trying to help you Jimin,” Kang snapped. „You think I’m just going to let you sit there sulking in Givenchy for twenty minutes? We need engagement. Pull in Jungkook and Tae. Make it fun. Act like this delay was all part of the plan. Laugh it off.”

Jimin let out a sharp exhale, fingers tightening around the phone. He could already hear Jungkook sighing when he would tell him. Could see Taehyung’s unimpressed stare. They were all on edge.

„Understood, hyung.”

“Good,” Kang said. “And make it look natural. Don’t act pissed off on camera. Fix your face, put on the damn hoodie, and do your job.”

Jimin ended the call without another word. Closing his eyes for a brief second before he turned toward the other two, catching Namjoon’s and Taehyung’s expectant gazes. The packalpha was pissed - he could tell in the way he stared narrowly. He didn't say anything, his anger quiet and harsh. Taehyung looked just as upset.

„We’re going live,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. „Now.”

Taehyung sighed, already pushing off the wall. „Hyung, this sucks.”

„Yeah, well, tell me something I don’t know.”

„Jungkook-ah-!” Namjoon called towards the doors left open just a creak. Light shuffling was heard before the youngest's tousled hair popped out, peeking from behind the doors - he didn't even want to leave the bedroom. That's great - makes it all even easier.

„Hyung?” the doe-eyed alpha asked unsurely. He has been far too quiet since crying over worry for you. It worried the packalpha, but there was no time for him to deal with it now, was there. They needed to get this done, quick.

„Kook-ah, we have to do the live together, manager Kang wants us to do one, us two and Tae. I'm really sorry Kookie, I want to stay with her too but- but I can't.”

Jimin didn't even jump into explaining, he felt a need to validate this, in any way he ever could - that he could lose is solo music, that huge brand deal, his solo performance--

But Jungkook, even if upset, was an understanding man. Perhaps it was the look Namjoon gave him, or the way Taehyung glared at the abandoned phone - but he only nodded, mumbling a soft: ‚okay Hyung. I like talking with Army anyways.'

The older could just about cry at that moment. This was terrible. But there was no time, they needed to figure out the logistics right away, and quickly.

„Thank you Kookie. Okay, I think it's the best if we do the live somewhere where we could keep an eye on Y/N-ie? I don't feel comfortable with having her from me for too long but- I don't know...”

„We have to make something for her anyway, and she seemed a bit better by now. You guys can do the live here by the couch and we will stay by the table, what about it? That way we're all still together, and it will seem more natural too...”

„Yea Hyung, we could say you were late because of traffic and we were getting the groceries together, or- something like that?”

„Yes, that's good Tae-ah, that's good... Okay I'll go tell the others.”

„Namjoon-hyung but we have to explain to bunny that she - she can't talk much, or the armies will hear and they are really-...”

The maknae didn't finish his sentence, cutting himself off. He felt terrible - but you'd surely be feeling better if they were all nearby, and leaving you in the nest with only one of them wouldn't be any good, especially if there was an emergency and you'd feel sick again-!

But like this, you'd probably be stuck by a makeshift nest on the couch instead, quite literally forced to be quiet, the alphas far too worried as for what would happen if their fans found out about you. What if you would call for one of them during the live-? This was no good.

„I'm sure she will understand. She is a smart girl. And that's about the options we have, isn't it? We must start dinner, it's already late, she should eat at least something, even if she throws it up later- god this sounds terrible...” Taehyung mumbled to himself, ashamed that they, a pack courting you, had to quite literally beg you to be near dead silent for the next thirty minutes or so. This could go really bad. And they didn't like the thin ice of it, not one single bit.

„You guys prepare, and I'll talk to her about it and explain it all.” Namjoon hurried out, patting Jimin's shoulder, the alpha sitting hunched with his head in his hands. This was not the way he wanted things to go.

And so, soon after, not even within five minutes, you were already settled in the new, fresh nest - even if the circumstances weren't good at all, you liked the freshness of the different blankets - these were from Yoongi's and Hobi's bed, from where they rushed to bring them over, pulling the couch out.

The plan was simple, and quite frankly, as good as it was about to get. You, already half asleep from your exhaustion would hopefully nod off in a little while, even if that really didn't matter. Hoseok and Namjoon would stay by the nest they'd made for you, hopefully their scents helping you settle as they would keep you busy for the short while - a few books brought over as Yoongi grabbed his airpods maxes, ready to distract you with the help of those.

Hobi and Jin would help prepare a really quick dinner in the mean time - it was almost nine by now after all, and they would try to be louder than usual - hoping to drown out any noises from you and the two other alphas they would just say are producing should any of their fans ask. They felt bad for lying, but saying the truth would only cause bigger problems.

And the youngest three would do the live, chatting with the armies and about Jimin's music, all three of them having washed their faces and freshened up to best of their abilities by now, as the eldest maknae prepared to start the live.

Jin and Hoseok were discussing which broth would be the best for you right now, looking up a soup meant especially for omegas, something neither of them knew even existed. And once they got that quick soup done, they would call the maknaes, say hi to Armies, apologize and they would end the live to go eat dinner.

At least that was the plan for now.

You didn't even ask many questions, that was what worried them the most. At Namjoon's pleading: 'I'm so sorry pup, but we really need you to be quiet for the time until Jiminie-oppa finishes his live, I would never want you to do this, and I'm so so sorry, baby girl, alpha really is, but this could really be bad. Our fans could find out and they sometimes overreact a lot-...' continued by Yoongi's: 'But alphas will be with you the whole time kitten, and it's not like much will change, okay? We will just nap for a while and then go right back to how things were, alpha is really sorry we are dragging you into this like that-...'

They could just not deal with having you out of their vision for now. You were clearly very sick. And they were even more protective than usual.

And so, there you were, your back facing the couch a bit further away, opposite to you, your form nearly fully enveloped by Namjoon's who laid behind you, his shoulders tense as he cover your body with his almost completely.

His chin rested over the top of your head, the quietest but continual rumbles sounding from him as he kept on rubbing his thumb up and down your waist. Yoongi, resting on his side in front of you, gently tucked your face further to his neck, softly pecking your ear as he tucked you in further, the soft lamb close by your nose, placed just behind his neck.

„You feeling okay kitten? Alpha is so sorry for this. So sorry.”

„...it's okay oppa...” you whispered tiredly, having him pull you impossibly closer. They sighed out.

„Okay, everyone, I'm turning the live on!”

Jimin called out gently, sitting close by Taehyung and Jungkook, an iPad, a few drinks and snacks before them. This should look casual, and so they did their best to make it seem that way. The only thing slightly unusual was the way the maknae's hood almost cover his eyes - they were still bit too glossy and puffy. And they only shined brighter whenever the youngest's gaze would wonder further to his right, where he could see your soft, double-layered feet, tucked between the packalpha's ankles.

„Okay-! Have fun!” Jin called, taking out a pot, already starting to boil the water, Hoseok chopping a few kinds of vegetables for a while now.

„Princess I'll start the live now okay? Please try and rest, alphas are right here sweetheart. If you feel sick you just say and we will help with everything, okay?”

Jimin gulped, watching as you faced him a little, giving just the smallest thumbs up in his direction, making him coo loudly. You were such a good girl, already going along with their hasty, not thought out plan. You were a true blessing, that much was certain.

Resting near up Yoongi's scent gland, the alpha softly rested his forehead against yours before you could, closing his eyes. The extremely vulnerable position he placed himself in, a primal way alphas would act only if feeling safe was easy to understand - he was thanking you from the bottom of his heart.

Jimin took a deep breath, pasting on a bright smile before tapping the screen. The live stream began, and immediately, thousands of comments flooded in.

„ARMY! Hi, hi, hi!" Jimin greeted, waving animatedly. „Sorry we’re a bit late—traffic was crazy, and well… you know how things get."

Taehyung snorted beside him, leaning lazily into Jungkook. „Hyung, don’t lie. We were just taking our time picking snacks." He held up a bag of chips for emphasis.

Jungkook gasped and chuckled, though it sounded a little forced. „Hyung!! The label!" Immediately making the slightly older alpha recoil, and hide the packet, gasping and laughing nervously.

**[JIMINIE!!]**

**[OMG MAKNAE LINE TOGETHER]**

**[JUNGKOOK’S HAIRRRR]**

**[WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN???]**

**[Taehyung looks so good wtf]**

**[Jungkookie, why do your eyes look puffy?]**

**[Taehyung, you look so cozy today!]**

Jimin adjusted the phone, lips pulling into a small smirk as he settled into the couch. „Okay, okay, but we're here now. Stop yelling at me," he teased, pouting slightly.

Jungkook chuckled, reaching over to grab a handful of snacks. „Hyung, they’re not yelling, they’re just excited," he said, popping a chip into his mouth.

Taehyung tilted his head lazily, one arm resting along the back of the couch. „Or maybe they’re mad that Jiminie-hyung was late," he drawled, eyes glinting with mischief.

Jimin shot him a glare. „Ya, Kim Taehyung!"

The comments flooded in.

**[JIMIN LATE AGAIN LMAOO]**

**[Blame traffic, quick!]**

**[Or was it because of food? Be honest.]**

**[Tae exposing everyone as usual]**

Jimin sighed dramatically, leaning into the cushions. „Aish, I knew you guys would call me out." He glanced at Jungkook, then Taehyung. „We were—uh—getting groceries. Right? Yes. Groceries. Vegetables and stuff. But the traffic's been crazy."

Jungkook choked on his chip, quickly covering his mouth to suppress a laugh. Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek, looking away.

„Groceries?" Taehyung echoed, brow raised.

Jimin nodded firmly. „Groceries."

**[???? groceries at 9pm????]**

**[oh yeah totally believe that]**

**[what did you buy then? 👀]**

Jimin floundered. „Uh—Tae, tell them."

Taehyung blinked slowly, then turned to the camera, deadpan. „Jimin bought… air."

Jungkook burst out laughing.

**[LMAOOOOOO]**

**[AIR 💀]**

**[Tae exposing everyone pt. 2]**

Jimin groaned, throwing his head back. „I hate you both," he muttered.

Jungkook finally composed himself, shaking his head. „No, really, we did get food."

The comments were relentless.

**[WHAT]**

**[Suspicious. Very suspicious.]**

**[Jungkook, you’re bad at lying.]**

Jimin quickly changed the topic. „Anyway! The real reason we're live—" He leaned forward, tone brightening. „I wanted to talk to you guys about my music!"

Taehyung clapped his hands together. „Finally! He’s been working so hard, you guys. Should we give him a round of applause?"

Jungkook immediately started clapping, grinning. The fans followed, comments flooding with clapping emojis.

Jimin laughed. „Ah, thank you, thank you." He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. „So, as you all know, I released ‘Closer Than This’ recently. It was really special to me—kind of like my love letter to all of you."

**[IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL]**

**[CRYING IN THE CLUB]**

**[Jimin never misses]**

**[We’re closer than this fr]**

His smile softened. „I’m really happy that you liked it. I put a lot of love into it."

Taehyung nodded, nudging him. „And?"

Jimin hesitated, then smirked slightly. „And… I might have something else in the works."

Jungkook gasped dramatically. „Hyung! You’re teasing them!"

Jimin grinned, eyes twinkling. „I mean, I can’t say too much yet. But let’s just say… I’ve been working on something really exciting. A collab, maybe. Maybe something even bigger."

The chat exploded.

**[??? COLLAB??]**

**[WITH WHO]**

**[JIMIN YOU CANT JUST DROP THAT AND LEAVE]**

**[BIGGER??? EXCUSE ME??]**

Taehyung snickered. „He's evil. He loves watching you all suffer."

Jimin winked at the camera. „You know me too well."

Jungkook leaned in, eyes curious. „So… when do we get to hear more?"

Jimin hummed. „Soon."

**[BOOOO GIVE US SOMETHING]**

**[SOON™]**

**[We suffer together.]**

Taehyung leaned forward, resting his chin in his palm. "Well, while we’re talking about music, I guess I can share that I’ve been working on some things too. More jazzy, more old-school. But, you know, very me."

Jungkook beamed. "Hyung’s music is so cool. I heard some demos, and they’re really good."

"And you, Kookie?" Jimin asked, nudging him. "You’re always in the studio. What are you working on?"

Jungkook hesitated for half a second. His fingers fiddled with the edge of his hoodie. "Ah… just some things. Experimenting. Trying different sounds."

The comments blew up again.

**[Jungkook’s being vague… which means he’s cooking something.]**

**[You can’t fool us, Kookie.]**

**[TELL US!!]**

Jungkook laughed softly, scratching his nose. "I promise, when it’s time, you’ll hear all about it."

The three of them kept chatting, playing around, cracking jokes. Jimin even forced Jungkook to sing a random song snippet, making the younger whine dramatically. Taehyung fed him a chip as compensation, earning more laughter from the fans.

For anyone watching, it seemed like a typical, fun live. But beneath the surface, there was tension—a nervous energy running under their skin.

Jimin glanced towards the couch every so often, his fingers subtly fidgeting with his rings. Jungkook kept tugging at his hoodie, his eyes flickering toward the nest just out of frame. Taehyung's smile never fully reached his eyes, his body a little too still for someone usually so relaxed.

Everything had to look normal.

Before they could keep going, a familiar voice rang from the kitchen.

„YAH! Jimin-ah, Jungkook-ah, Taehyung-ah, are you ignoring us?"

Jin appeared on the screen, holding a spatula like a microphone. The chat went wild.

**[JIN HYUNG!!]**

**[WORLDWIDE HANDSOME IN THE BUILDING]**

**[OMG HE LOOKS SO GOOD]**

Jin grinned, adjusting his apron. „Hello, ARMY~ Did you miss me?"

Jungkook gasped, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. „Hyung, we all always miss you!"

Jin pretended to wipe away a tear. „Aish, I raised you well."

Hoseok popped up beside him, waving. „Hi, everyone! We’re making something delicious."

**[HOBI TOO?? BEST LIVE EVER]**

**[What are you cooking?]**

Jin lifted the ladle. „A very special soup. It’s… top secret."

Hoseok leaned in. „It’s for someone very important. Perhaps... Someone for a collab? Hmm?"

The maknaes tensed slightly, but Taehyung recovered first, nodding. "Yes. Very important. The most important collab in the world. Army be prepared!"

Jimin shot them a subtle warning glance.

Hoseok just smiled. "Exactly."

**[??? WHO??]**

**[Why are you all being weird]**

**[LMAO NOT THE SECRET SOUP]**

Jin waved them off. „Anyway, you guys should hurry up and finish. We’re hungry!"

Jungkook pouted. „Hyung, we just started!"

Jin pointed the spatula at him. „Not my problem. Food is priority number one. Army-! Eat well!"

**[JIN SO REAL]**

**[Food > Everything]**

Jimin laughed. „Fine, fine. We’ll wrap up soon."

The chat filled with questions.

**[Where is Namjoon? Yoongi?]**

**[They haven’t been on live in a while]**

Jungkook perked up. „Oh! They’re at the studio."

Taehyung nodded. „Working hard as always."

Jimin chuckled. „Yeah, we told them to come say hi, but they’re too busy being musical geniuses."

The comments were relentless.

**[YOONGI MARRY ME]**

**[NAMJOON OPPAAA I LOVE YOU]**

**[STUDIO GREMLINS]**

Jimin laughed. „Ah, Yoongi-hyung’s ‘marry me’ comments are legendary."

Jungkook wiped a fake tear. „It’s tradition at this point."

Taehyung smirked. „I think if he ever replies, the internet might break."

Jin sighed dramatically. „Well, if they’re too busy, I guess it’s just my face you get to see. Poor you."

**[JIN STOP]**

**[We are blessed actually]**

Hoseok leaned in again. „Okay, okay, seriously—finish up. Food is almost done."

Jimin sighed, glancing at the others. „Alright, ARMY, you heard them. We have to go eat now."

The comments flooded with protests.

**[NOOO DON’T LEAVE]**

**[LIVE ENDING ALREADY??]**

**[FEED US TOO]**

Jungkook grinned. „We’ll come back soon, don’t worry."

Taehyung waved. „We love you! Stay warm!"

Jimin smiled. „Thank you for spending time with us. And don’t forget—exciting things are coming."

**[JIMIN STOP TEASING]**

**[CAN’T WAIT!!!]**

With one last wave, the live ended.

And then—silence.

As soon as the screen went dark, the atmosphere shifted. The bright smiles dropped.

Jimin exhaled, rolling his shoulders. „That was… stressful."

„Fucking exhausting," Taehyung muttered, rubbing his temples.

Jungkook didn’t say anything—he just turned his head, gaze immediately locking onto the nest. You were still curled up against Yoongi and Namjoon, but your breathing had evened out, your face tucked against Yoongi’s neck.

„She stayed so quiet hyung..," Jungkook whispered.

„Of course she did," Namjoon murmured, his voice low. „She’s a good girl." His gaze, resting over you, was sad as never.

Jimin’s chest ached. You must have been uncomfortable, forced to stay hidden like that while feeling so sick. He wanted to scoop you up, apologize, promise it would never happen again.

But then—

„Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Taehyung’s voice was sharp.

Everyone turned. Jimin followed his gaze—his stomach dropping instantly.

Right there, next to the couch where they had just been live for thousands of fans… Taehyung’s bag sat open. And peeking out from inside—

The lamb plushie. Your second comfort companion.

The one scented by all of them, made for omega comfort.

Worse, than that already, the tag was visible. Especially the small "O" stitched neatly into the fabric.

The room went dead silent. Jimin's pulse thundered in his ears.

Jungkook swallowed. "...Hyung."

Namjoon sat up so fast it startled you awake, blinking groggily at the sudden tension. Yoongi stiffened beside you. You whimpered softly, tha alpha pushing you closer to his chest, too stunned to speak and comfort you, his blood running cold. Only his pheromones wafted around you.

No one spoke.

No one breathed.

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• Chapter 49

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: light swearing

Words: 3206

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„Hyung...?“ Jungkook whispered into the dimly lit room.

Only one light was turned on - a bedside table lamp. It was a bit of a fancier one, to be honest. Namjoon got it years back, a few months into them moving to the newly renovated villa where they'd been living in ever since.

A gift for his birthday from his sweet packmembers, a pretty expensive lamp to thank him for figuring out everything about the moving. He was a great packalpha they claimed, and he hoped it was the truth. But now, that you'd been sleeping mere few centimeters away from him, sick and unwell, he didn't feel good about himself, all guilty and unsettled.

And now that he had been watching over you carefully for the past- how long has it been? It's the evening now, surely? It's been dark out for a while now...-however much time it's been, he couldn't help himself but unconsciously count how many breaths you'd been taking, and his thumb kept on finding your pulse, even if he wanted to just caress your hand.

You'd been sick a few more times, having the alphas choose to keep a trashcan by for mostly your comfort. But now you were back to resting once more, the younger members singing you to sleep again.

Whenever he told himself it was about time to tear his eyes off of you, feeling overwhelmed with worry, his eyes would settle on the art piece hanging on the wall just before him, illuminated by the warm, orange light the sleek TACCIA table light. When he thought it has turned too dark for him to be able to comfortably take care of his pack, Namjoon was quick to turn the light on, his breath hitching in worry as he stressed himself by each second of not being able to see you too clearly - did something happen to you in the little minute? Are you okay?

But you were just fine, held closely to Jimin and Yoongi, with a few of the other alphas stuck right up against you as well. The second eldest, woken up by the sharp, sudden light the packalpha switched on, was quick to growl, deeply and threatingly, his eyes snapping open.

„Sorry, sorry...” Namjoon rushed softly, turning the metal knob to lower the light intensity to the lowest and change the colour to warm orange. Yoongi just huffed and laid back down, not disturbing you.

„Hyung...!”

His head shot up from where he has been brushing his thumbs over your knuckles, delivering a little peck to your hand once in a while. To his right was Jungkook, his big, doe like eyes staring up at him from where he rested against your side, his tattooed arms tightly wrapped around you.

„What is it?” Namjoon whispered back, keeping on gently rubbing your hand in his. The maknae didn't say anything for a little second, his own hand caressing your tummy, the troubled little thing, his brows furrowed as he closed his eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

The nest was quiet. If anyone else had been awake, Namjoon couldn't tell. All the alphas had eventually closed their eyes, but the packalpha just couldn't. Once in a while someone would wake up, but soon enough they'd gone back to sleep again. You stayed quiet, head tucked right underneath Jimin's chin, breathing in his scent in hungry breaths.

„Is she really sick?”

Namjoon didn't dare answering right away either, his own words dying on his tongue. He was prepared to answer and calm the youngest down from whatever worry he was having.

„Yes, she is. But she will be okay-”

„What from-? Hyung, we did everything right and she was always warm and fed and-”

„Not sure Kook, I think it's food poisoning... Probably the lunch we had, remember? Fast food is oily and salty... And omegas are so sensitive, you know that...”

The maknae stayed quiet for a while, stayed in his mind, deep in thought. Jungkook was the one to feed you bite after bite of the crunchy, fried chicken bites he got for himself. Something the worker literally said isn't meant for omegas. And as he held his fingers against your warm waist, he couldn't help the way his chin would shake.

„Hyung, I gave her the food- I shouldn't have- I-” Before the alpha could help himself, he felt small tears cloud his vision, having him close them tightly before he could let them fall. You were the one in pain, goddammit, why was he crying?!

„Jungkook-ah.”

Looking up to his older packmate, his voice was strong and comforting, just like a lighthouse among a terrible storm. His bambi eyes, now shiny in the light, looked at him for comfort - and once again, the youngest felt shame enter his senses. He was an alpha, he should be the one giving comfort. Not receive it.

„Listen, it didn't have to even be the lunch. It could have been anything, realistically - the mountains were pretty tall, and the pressure could have changed too quickly for her, it could have been the scents, or just from the weather... Don't beat yourself up over this Kook. It's not your fault.”

„Hyung-”

„No it's not your fault. You always meant well. I know you do. So don't feel guilt over something that's not your wrong doing. It's not your fault.”

„I know but-”

The kind packalpha left one of his hands still laced with your fingers while the other had since taken hold of the maknae's, his own scent gland pressed against the youngers.

„No, Jungkook-ah. It's not your fault.”

Before Namjoon could say anything else, the youngest has almost crumbled. His body, shaking with sobs, wrecked against your as he slumped up against your belly, his head pressed to it as his tears wetted your shirt. His arms, still wrapped around you only tightened, the packalpha's hand still holding onto his. His scent has clouded over and soured, the normally light and comforting banana blooms rotting in sadness and guilt.

All he ever wanted was the best for you - and you sounded all excited to eat the fried food he had offered you. Perhaps it was the cold and he should have made you wear his hoodie and jacket instead? Or they should have told the staff to change the place for the shoot- or something- he should've done something-

At the loud cries, the rest of the pack was swift to wake up, registering the youngest's scent is off. Namjoon's hand was already gently caressing his shoulder, the look of sadness on his own eyes as the other alphas heads shot up.

Jimin, also one to look up, unconsciously disturbed you, waking you up from the scent-induced rest you'd blissfully found after the sickness bug, making you whimper. You felt so hot, so cold, uncomfortable, clammy...

His hands wrapped around you stronger, his chin rubbing over your hair as he softly apologized, carefully setting you back down against Yoongi's lap, the older awake at the rucuss. With his fingers finding purchase against your scalp, he comforted you to the best of his abilities, but you were already awake considering the talking packmates.

Sure, they still kept their voices quiet, but as they huddled closer to Jungkook, Jin gently trying to pull him off of your tummy only to have the youngest yelp a soft 'no-!' in a satoori only rarely he would get to use, the alphas grew worried.

„Namjoon-ah, what happened?” The alpha above you asked, pulling you impossibly closer. The packalpha pursed his lips, his hand still in yours and on the maknae's back.

„He feels guilty.”

The second oldest didn't have to ask what for - he already knew. For that he felt the same shame and regret the youngest did. Trying to blink the sleep and tiredness away, you focused more and more on the soft shushes carrying out a little bellow your face.

„Kookie, come on, this isn't your fault now.”

„Don't cry...”

„Koo-”

Sighing in pain, you slowly crawled closer to the youngest, sitting up to the best of your abilities, having both the packalpha and the second oldest zero in on you in worry.

„Kitten-”

Before he could bargain you were already shuffling to the maknae, only now did his face lift at your scent being even closer. His cheeks were puffy, eyes swollen and big as his tears ran down his face. He looked sad, like you'd never seen him before.

„Babybun I-”

You didn't give him any time to apologise, mind still hazy and too still as you wrapped your hands around his neck, your face hiding just by his chest. Jungkook's body went still for a little moment, before his arms wrapped up against you tight once again, pulling you right up onto his lap.

For a few moments you both stayed this way, his nose tightly tucked against your scent gland as his lips kept on pecking any and every part of your face. You laid exhausted against his chest, unwell and small with the youngest alpha pushing you as close to his warm chest as possible, as if trying to melt you into himself.

The rest of the packmember's shoulders sagged in relief, their hands rubbing up and down comfortingly on both yours and Jungkook's body, gentle coos and rumbles sounding, but none as loud as the alpha's who held you against him.

Just then the continual vibrations disturbed the newly found peace, having one of the younger packmembers curse. Jimin's brows furrowed as he hurried to find his phone, fishing it out from somewhere under the blanket mess.

Someone was calling him - one of his personal managers, Mr. Kang, and he only held back the annoyed growl by the thinnest line of patience. If you'd whined any louder he was sure he would have just thrown the device out of the window and go right back to holding you, cuddling you to sleep from which you'd hopefully wake rested and healthy once more.

With a sigh, he picked up and swiped to answer, the man gently rubbed your ankle, pulling the sock higher to ensure more warmth.

„Hello?“

„Park Jimin-ssi, what the hell are you doing?”

The sharpness of the tone made Jimin wince. He pulled the phone slightly away from his ear.

„Hyung, I—”

„No, you don’t get to talk first. You were supposed to be live on Weverse over thirty minutes ago! Thirty. Do you even realize how many people are waiting? Do you know how many messages I’ve gotten from the higher-ups asking what’s going on? What exactly is so important that you’re ignoring your schedule?“

Jimin exhaled, rubbing his temple. His alpha instincts stirred uneasily under his skin, protective thoughts still running high. His packmates, looking up at him at his reaction, could only watch worried, hearing only a muffled exchange from the other side.

„Something came up—“

„‘Something came up’? That’s your excuse?“

Biting his tongue, Jimin quickly pecked your forehead before he was already climbing out of the nest, every inch of him screaming at him to go right back. To take care of you - but he couldn't let you hear the way the manager was talking right now, even if you probably wouldn't. Closing the doors behind him, he rested against the wall in the corridor, his eyes staying on the entrance to where they all waited.

„Hyung, I’m serious. I wouldn't just skip a live for no reason—“

„Oh, so I should just go tell Si-hyuk-ssi, ‘Jimin said something came up,’ and expect him to be okay with that? Jimin-ah, this isn’t a random VLive from years ago. This is your promotional live. The first scheduled one for ‘Closer Than This.’ Do you understand what that means?“

Jimin’s jaw tightened. Of course, he understood. He’d spent months working on this song, preparing for this moment.

„I know, hyung. But I couldn’t just leave—“

„An emergency?“

A beat of silence, then his voice dropped slightly.

„Are you injured?“

„No—“

„Then what?“

Jimin hesitated. His eyes flickered toward the closed bedroom door. You had finally been asleep after hours of being sick, your small frame curled into the blankets, exhausted. The scent of distress had been suffocating earlier, clinging to the walls, setting every nerve in Jimin’s body on edge. You could barely hold water down. And you'd thrown up two more times since they laid down too... He hadn’t wanted to leave your side.

But he couldn’t say that.

„It's private.“

„Private?“ A scoff. „Jimin, you're an idol. Nothing is ‘private’ when you have a job to do.“

Jimin swallowed back the bitter retort rising in his throat.

„Hyung, please—”

„No, you listen to me.“ His voice was clipped, cold. „This live was planned weeks in advance. The label expects it. The fans expect it. This isn’t just a casual check-in. You’re promoting your solo comeback. Your first solo release in over a year. Do you think that’s something you can just ignore because of ‘personal’ issues?“

Jimin shut his eyes.

„And let’s not forget the Givenchy deal. We need to start teasing it. You’re supposed to be wearing the hoodie on stream today to build speculation before the official announcement next month. You have to do this, Jimin.“

Jimin exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the edge of the phone.

„Fine.“

His voice was flat.

„Good. And get some of the others to join you. The fans are already irritated, Twitter is going crazy—you know how they get when plans change last minute. We need damage control.“

Jimin rubbed a hand over his face. Hia instincts still bristled at the way his concerns had been dismissed so easily, but there was nothing he could do.

„Understood, hyung.“

„And Jimin-ah?“

He didn’t respond.

„Don’t ever pull this again. If there’s a problem, you call me. You don’t just disappear.“

The line went dead.

Jimin let the phone fall onto the couch beside him, the alpha slumping down onto it next to it. His hands balled into fists on his knees as he stared at the floor, taking slow, even breaths.

His gaze drifted toward the bedroom door again. His instincts screamed at him to stay—to put everything else aside and just focus on their omega, his pack. But the world didn’t work that way.

With a heavy sigh, he grabbed the Givenchy hoodie from the chair from where he has earlier dropped it off, and pulled it over his head. He barely even registered the weight of the fabric as he grabbed his phone and walked toward the living room.

„Jimin-ah?”

His eyes shot up at the voice, the packalpha's bedroom's doors creaking open as Yoongi exited the heavily-pheromone-scented room. Only now did he realise just how much they reeked the place up, having him close his eyes quickly.

„What happened?”

He said calmly when the younger didn't respond, boring holes into a place somewhere far beyond the walls of the large, airy living room. The alpha's scent was heavy in anger and tension, the way the usually very easy going alpha hardly ever was.

„I have to go live.”

„Wait, right now? Kitty isn't doing good, we shouldn't-”

„I know hyung. But they want me to go live right now.” Jimin was pissed, as he ripped the scratchy tag of the inside lining of the pricey jumper. It wasn't bad by any means - a comforting, fleece lined cream toned hoodie with an embedded logo of the luxury brand.

But he would have much rather have you wear it right now. He didn't need to be kept extra warm.

„Shit. And just you?”

„No, they want a few of us to do a live together...for damage control, 'cause I'm already late and it's been sorta scheduled.”

„Fuck, Jimin-ah...”

The older sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, quickly trying to think of a solution on how to fix things up. He doubted any of the alphas would want to have you out of their sight right now. Let alone to do a fun live. They were too on edge.

„Let's go talk it over, come on.” Yoongi said finally, opening the doors to the bedroom once more, Jimin hurrying up to follow him in. The rest of the pack was still huddled closely, but everyone looked up at the two alphas coming in. The younger fidgeted with his fingers, upset that he would have to disturb the peace. Deciding to rip the bandaid off at the questioning looks he got he said a soft:

„We must go live on Weverse now.”

For a second or so noone did anything, the packmembers blinking up at him owlishly. They knew about the live - it's been planned, that was true. But they thought it would get called off, this was a pack concerned emergency.

„...wait seriously?”

Hoseok asked, laughing in disbelief. Was this some kind of a mean joke their managers were playing on them? They couldn't be serious. You were throwing up your entire stomach, like, thirty minutes ago-!

„Yes... They want more members than just me because I'm already pretty late.”

„And you called your personal? With manager Kang?” the packalpha chimed in, frowning. This was ridiculous.

„Yes, but he said I must do it. It's for that promotion too.” Jimin whispered, sad. He wished he wouldn't have been so excited to be a face for the brand those few months back, taking the deal hurriedly. If he hadn't he wouldn't have to do this now and-

It seemed like all they could focus on were all these what ifs.

„...oppa what's a Weverse?”

Their gazes snapped to you, your soft, raspy and tired voice sounding in a mellow, almost whisper. It has been the most you'd said since the afternoon, having them all breath out as another wave of tension dissolved, a tension they didn't even know they were feeling.

As they got themselves back together, the few of them couldn't help but coo over you, especially the youngest as his chest rumbled, his chin rubbing over your hair furiously as he held you even closer. You were too cute for your own good.

„It's an app cub, we do video lives there sometimes little one, for Armies. Those are our fans.”

„We can talk to Army there and post photos and stuff like that babycheeks. Do you want to download it?”

You shrugged, mumbling a soft: „Later oppa...” making the man croon and almost melt. They would never get over the way you'd call them.

„I have to do a live now princess, it was planned long time ago... It's part of song promotion sweetie. Alpha is so sorry.”

You nodded, your head growing dizzy at the motion, making you whine softly, resting it against the maknae's chest once more. Right away they crowded over you once more, shushing you gently.

„Sh-sh-sh, pup, close your eyes m-kay? Alphas will talk, you just rest babygirl...”

„Bunbun, alpha's got you ... It's okay, you're okay.”

After a few minutes, Jimin felt his phone vibrate once again, and he didn't even need to take the phone out to know just who it was. Closing his eyes in frustration, he couldn't stop the upset growl leaving the lowest pit of his chest.

„Aish, for fuck's sake-!”

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daichiduskdrop · 4 months ago

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do you have any plans to write anything else after you complete snow angel?? I also wanted to add I love your writing and I hope you’re having a really good day or night lol!!

Thank you, that's so kind of you!

I'm actually not sure when I'll exactly end the story - like I have a plot in mind, and I'm generally heading in its direction, but overall the story isn't meant to be a really thought - provoking one, as it's a way to de-stress for me, and hopefully anyone reading it.

Anyway, I don't have a planned story in mind at the moment, but I thought about 8th member, or perhaps soulmates au, hybrids au... I don't think I'd go into a more serious and dramatic story, because I am not that great with plots (obviously) and prefer creating a pretty detailed world. Let me know if you guys have some story ideas you'd like me to do :)

What are your thoughts?

Take care, lots of love,

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daichiduskdrop · 4 months ago

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I hope you are doing well

I am! Sometimes I'm tired but that's okay. I hope you are all doing alright too and the world isn't treating you too harshly. Thank you for all your support!

~🩷❄️🪽

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts #bts imagine #hybrid bts #bts omegaverse #bts namjoon #bts a/b/o #bts taehyung #bts jimin

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚⋆·˚ ༘ *𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

• Chapter 48

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none

Words: 3127

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The two youngests rushed home like never before. They probably looked close to crazy, the expensive, luxurious neighbourhood not used to seeing someone rowdy and quick - the rich had enough time for everything it seemed.

But neither of them two could stop and care about their outlooks. Their breaths fanged against their face masks as they hurried up the little hill to one of the expensive villas secluded from the busy city.

The maknae held the flimsy plastic bag closely in his fist, the medication inside along with a few more things they had picked up by the pharmacy they thought might help, even if they had practically no idea as for what exactly was happening back home.

But even now, there were waves of distress going continuously through the strong bond the alphas shared, and so they both pushed their legs a little more, worried about what went down. And you. Mostly you, to be honest.

When Taehyung hurried to push in the first entrance code, quickly unlocking the metal gate with his key, the younger didn't even wait for him to open it fully, already pushing himself through, running over the few tens of meters to their front doors.

He wasn't even worried about the ice hidden amongs the white spects of snow as the alpha did a absent-minded scent check of their entire property. But he couldn't smell anyone who didn't belong there, and so he was left calm.

Perhaps if he and the other alpha hadn't rushed in just the way they did they would have noticed the rustled snow just by the right side of the pack house's garage opening, the disturbances leading further to the back.

Jungkook rushed to unlock the second entrance, the system emitting a loud beeping melody at the intrusion, as both him and Taehyung clambered inside, only kicking of their shoes and locking the door behind them.

They left their jackets, hats and masks on, only tugging them off as they made their way further inside to where the scents were the strongest - and it reeked of pheromones, worry and distress.

The usually clean and airy bedroom their packalpha occupied was left a mess. Mostly scent wise though, having both of the alphas breathe in sharply as they took in the sudden scent difference. As they finally adjusted after a few short moments, Jungkook could finally feel the blood thumping in his ears subside after he saw you.

You were tightly curled up against Jimin, laying with your legs almost up to your chin, cradled to him so close as the man kept on rubbing his chin up and down your neck, cheek, top of your head, cheek and neck against, restlessly.

Hobi sat with his back facing to the door, only quickly turning, just the way they had all done the moment they had entered the tussled room, before he focused back on rubbing all your pressure points by your feet, hoping to take your attention from your hurting tummy.

Yoongi sat behind Jimin, not able to lay down and calm down, his hand holding onto your wrist in a tight hold, his thumb pressed right up against your pulse. It wasn't like you were dying, he would keep on reminding himself, but he couldn't help himself.

Jin fretted over you from sitting on your other side, his hand softly comforting your leg in gentle motions as he cooed and kissed your shoulder every once and again. And Namjoon, the always so collected packalpha, sat just by your head which partly rested against his lap, his hands combing through your hair, his palm always quick to cover your tightly clenched one on his hoodie whenever the pain would get to you, shushing your soft, hurting whimpers.

„Babycheeks-!”

„Babybun-!!”

Both of the youngests couldn't help themselves, seeing you so vulnerable, hurt and of need of comfort. They took quick rushed steps to you, one of them kicking the doors back closed in a hurry, before they both clambered close.

But even in their frantic state they made sure not to touch the bed in any way. No matter your state it was still your nest, even if it now has been ruffled and practically turned over. That didn't matter.

„Did you brought the medicine for her?”

„Yes, but hyung what i-”

„Give it to me Jungkook-ah.”

Yoongi didn't even ask, all politeness thrown out of the window a while ago. They had a bigger matter at hand - you needed help, and they were meant to do just that. His hand has already outstretched towards the rustling plastic, thought his other thumb stayed tightly pressed to your wrist, the alpha still wanting to watch over you.

Thrusting the bag to his older, the youngest's eyes couldn't help but gloss over, watching you and you shook and whined. Taehyung was no better, while quiet, his mind has been going overdrive with trying to figure out what to do. His alpha was going crazy when he couldn't think of an instant way of making you all okay again.

With quick fingers the second eldest fished out among the few things they had bought, what seemed to be the pills for nausea - the white, small, cardboard box laying at the very bottom of the bag.

Putting the rest to the side, both Namjoon and Jin quick to go through whatever was left inside, Yoongi quickly turned the packet over, reading the label in an up-tight rush.

Omegex Digest+

Pharmaceutical Form: Oral capsules

Indications:

Omegex Digest+ is a specialized medication formulated exclusively for omega physiology. It is indicated for the management of gastrointestinal discomfort, including nausea, bloating, dyspepsia, and general digestive disturbances. The formulation is designed to support optimal digestive function while minimizing associated discomfort.

Dosage and Administration:

Omegas aged <15 years: Maximum dosage is one capsule per day, taken as half a capsule per dose.

Omegas aged 15+ years: Maximum dosage is two capsules per day, with a minimum interval of 4–5 hours between doses.

Omegex Digest+ is presented in a smaller capsule size to facilitate ease of swallowing. In cases where ingestion is difficult, the capsule may be crushed and dissolved in 250 mL of filtered water before administration. This medication should be taken as directed by a healthcare provider.

Contraindications and Precautions:

- For omega use only – This medication contains hormone-regulating compounds and other active ingredients that may cause severe endocrine disruption in alphas and betas. Use in non-omega individuals is strictly contraindicated.

- Not recommended during pregnancy – Due to potential effects on hormonal balance, Omegex Digest+ should not be administered to pregnant omegas.

A comprehensive list of contraindications, potential adverse reactions, and safety precautions is provided in the package insert. Patients must review this information prior to use.

For optimal safety and efficacy, Omegex Digest+ should only be used under the guidance of a qualified healthcare professional.

„..okay...” he mumbled to himself, quickly opening the seal before he fished out he crinkly plastic overlaid with the soft aluminium seal covering the small pills.

„How much?” Namjoon asked, his eyes sat on the box the older still held in hand, abandoning the calming tea, vitamin drops and gummies that Jin had been slowly looking through for the past few minutes with him.

„One pill and then another in at least 4 hours. Two are the maximum per day. Okay. Okay, kitten, baby, I need you to sit up for a second. It will be only a little moment kitty, alpha promises.”

Yoongi felt his heart break at your soft whimpers when both him, Jimin, and Namjoon started to slowly manoeuvre you to sit up better. Your hurting sounds had the youngest suck in a breath, his brows furrowed as his hands hovered to get closer, but he held back. Taehyung was no better.

„You're okay cub, it's all okay. Alphas need you to take this medicine now little one. Please honey.” Jin said gently, thought he could hardly even assume you were hearing him over the other alphas words of comfort, coos and rumbles.

But the eldest already had a glass of water in hand, ready to have you drink up while Yoongi rushed to pop the pill out, gently pushing it against your lips accompanied by a soft voice saying: „There kitty, just open up now... Good girl...”

He was already leaning over with the glass tipped to your lips, his thumb swiping over the few droplets of water that escaped just by the corner of your mouth, his watchful eyes set, closely examining you.

When your little hand, seriously, since when did they seem so pale and cold, pushed against his chest, he was quick to recoil with the drink, his sleeve wiping just by your lips to dry them off. You stayed quiet for a second, breathing shallowly, your eyes closed and brows furrowed.

Finally, as you opened them, they took in first the two youngests, anxiously waiting by the side of the bed for your permission. You didn't have the strength to say they could enter, but they could all understand at your little whimper, your eyes meeting both of theirs as you tugged and pulled a bit at the blanket just bellow you.

Immediately, Taehyung rushed up, his coat long dropped on the floor as he crawled over his hyungs to get to you, his cheek profusely rubbing and scenting your entire face, neck and shoulders, having you whimper after a particularly strong tussle.

Jungkookie was no better, his arms wrapping around your middle in the upmost gentleness, not squeezing at all, as his nose stayed tucked right up against the crook of your neck. Only when the packalpha's fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, the spot where he could he scruffed if needed by him, did he recoil, his soft growls and rumbles sounding as his both palms kept on rubbing up and down your thighs and knees as he stayed seated quite literally at your feet.

You rested you head against Yoongi's lap before you knew it, so tired and exhausted. You still felt nauseous, but not like throwing up at the moment, and so you laid down once more. Jimin was quick to quite literally almost velcro himself right up against your back, his fingers caressing your arm as he pecked the skin just behind your ear.

The second oldest's boney fingers combed through your hair, his other hand unfurling the information packet on one of the vitamin bottles Namjoon was currently reading very carefully over, we he read himself what exactly had the two youngests found for you.

Vitalis+ Multi-Gummies

Pharmaceutical Form: Chewable gummies

Indications:

Vitalis+ Multi-Gummies are a comprehensive daily supplement formulated to support immune function, digestive health, and overall well-being. Designed for all secondary genders, these gummies provide a balanced blend of essential vitamins, minerals, and probiotics to promote optimal physiological function.

Key Ingredients and Benefits:

- Vitamin A – Supports vision, skin health, and immune response.

- Vitamin B Complex (B1, B2, B3, B6, B12, Biotin, Folic Acid) – Enhances energy metabolism, cognitive function, and nervous system health.

- Vitamin C – Strengthens the immune system and promotes collagen production for skin and tissue repair.

- Vitamin D3 – Supports bone health and calcium absorption while aiding immune defense.

- Vitamin E – Acts as a powerful antioxidant, protecting cells from oxidative stress.

- Zinc – Essential for immune system regulation, wound healing, and hormone balance.

- Probiotics (Lactobacillus & Bifidobacterium strains) – Promotes gut microbiome balance, improves digestion, and enhances nutrient absorption.

- Prebiotic Fiber – Supports healthy gut flora and aids in smooth digestion.

Dosage and Administration:

Vitalis+ Multi-Gummies should be chewed thoroughly before swallowing. If necessary, they may be taken with water as a pill substitute.

- Alphas: 2–3 gummies in the morning or 1 gummy in the morning, afternoon, and evening.

- Betas: 2 gummies in the morning, or 1 in the morning and in the evening.

- Omegas: Maximum 1 gummy per day, preferably taken after meals. Daily prolonged use is not recommended.

Contraindications and Precautions:

- Should not be taken during ruts or heats, as it may interfere with hormonal stability.

- Not recommended for pregnant omegas due to potential hormonal interactions.

- Not advised for pre-presented individuals, as their endocrine system is still stabilizing.

- Individuals with pre-existing conditions or those on medication should consult a healthcare provider before use.

For best results, use Vitalis+ Multi-Gummies as part of a balanced diet and healthy lifestyle. Always adhere to the recommended dosage and refer to the enclosed information leaflet for a complete list of precautions and potential side effects.

Just as he finished reading the tiny letters printed on the thin paper, Yoongi heard the soft rattling of the plastic from next to him, looking over to see Namjoon's teeth to the stubborn seel as he ripped it open.

The packalpha was quick to take one of the bright red gummies in hand, the shape of the product a little gummy bear as he was quick to try it himself. He would have done the same for the other medication, he was paranoid, especially now, with what exactly you were eating, but that was prohibited, written black on white.

They had a weird aftertaste, he decided, and the sweetness was artificial, but he deemed it fine as he screwed the cap back on. If you didn't like them he was sure they were going to use them up eventually.

It was a natural way for a pack to work - you got the first choice in everything, the best of the best, finest bites of foods, only the juices where the liquid didn't separate yet, as they took care of you. And whatever you didn't like would go to them, but only after you claimed that you no longer wanted it. They wouldn't take it from you otherwise, of course.

Somehowy the packalpha felt content with the thought of himself as a cute garbage can you could give whatever you no longer liked and felt passionate for. He would make sure it would never bother you again.

But he found the gummies worth the hype, as well as the vitamin liquid drops meant to be mixed in with a drink. But after tasting them along with the eldest alpha, having both of them grimace and the packalpha try his best to swallow down the nasty taste, they doubted you'd like those even a little bit. But the ingredients seemed safe, and there were many testings done to claim that the product was okay for omegas as well, so at least that settled his nerves.

„Yah, Tae-ah why did you guys buy sock? Cub has more than enough already, ah seriously-!” Jin laughed softly, looking up at the younger man sitting to his left, seemingly breaking him out of his train of worried thoughts.

Taehyung could only smile sheepishly, keeping his tone low just as all of them did as you seemed to be finally resting once more.

To be truthful they seemed like very nice socks, that by itself was obvious. The little tag attached to the plastic scent seal read as follows:

Introducing OmegaLux Ultra-Soft Triple-Lined Socks, meticulously crafted to provide unparalleled comfort and warmth for omegas. These socks combine the finest materials, ensuring a luxurious feel while maintaining functionality and durability.

Key Features:

- Premium Materials: Constructed from a blend of the softest fibers, including cashmere, bamboo, and modal, these socks offer exceptional softness and a silky-smooth texture. Cashmere provides a plush feel, bamboo adds breathability and moisture-wicking properties, and modal enhances durability and color retention.

- Triple-Lined Design: The innovative triple-layer construction ensures superior insulation, keeping feet warm and cozy in colder environments without compromising breathability.

- Non-Slip Soles: Equipped with discreet, non-slip rubber grips on the soles, these socks provide enhanced stability on various surfaces, reducing the risk of slips and falls.

- Hypoallergenic and Scent-Free: Designed to be scentless and gentle on sensitive skin, making them suitable for individuals with allergies or sensitivities.

Care Instructions:

For optimal longevity and to maintain the luxurious feel, machine wash on a gentle cycle with cold water and lay flat to dry. Avoid using bleach or fabric softeners.

Experience the unparalleled comfort and warmth of OmegaLux Ultra-Soft Triple-Lined Socks—where luxury meets functionality, tailored exclusively for omegas.

„I mean, at least you bought them in f/c, sunny loves that one...” Hobi whispered. His voice seemed thicker than usual, having Jin's face shoot up in shock. But the younger only averted his gaze back to your already sock - clothed feet from where he massaged from your ankles all the way to the tip of your toes. Even if he tried, the eldest alpha noticed just how glazed over and shiny his eyes were.

„I know -! They were the last ones too and only in the back, but I knew bunbun would like this colour... She will, right?” the youngest's excited voice went from bubbly to more worried and anxious as each word passed his lips.

„She will love them Kookie. Pup loves everything you get her.” Quick to reassure the spiralling youngster, Namjoon patted his shoulder, the maknae's eyes brightening once more.

And so, with him ripping the seal open in one swift movement, he handed the soft fabric over to Hoseok who gently pulled the new purchase over the pair you wore already - he didn't feel like it was right to change you.

They could tell how uncomfortable you were in the clothes you were wearing just now, but not a single one of them thought about changing you - it wasn't the right thing to do. You weren't truly present, too far in your omegaspace to really register what all was happening, and they would never take your clothes off if you didn't realise it and permit them to - never.

And so for now, they just settled with Jin's quick choice from where he hurried to Namjoon's closet, taking out the softests dark f/c hoodie he could find, before he rushed back to he by your side.

You could change when you felt at least a tiny bit better - and that would hopefully be by the time you'd wake up.

You'd fallen back to sleep only a few minutes ago, Jimin holding you still terribly close only a few paces from doing the same as his soft puffs of breath fanged against your scent gland. Yoongi's fingers kept on massaging your scalp in what he could only hope to be comforting and sleep inducing.

And he believed it worked, at least in some way, as you laid, terribly sick in the middle of the nest, sleeping once again. It was nearing the evening, but none of them felt hungry enough to climb out and actually prepare anything. Instead, all of their soft gazes were kept on you, looking for any discomfort they could hopefully ease you out of, but you rested calm and sweet.

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• Chapter 47

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers

Warnings: mentions of throwing up, minor cursing

Words: 3028

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Yoongi didn't feel this worried in a long time.

He was quite a disconnected person, or at least he thought of himself in this way. In a way he prided himself of never reacting too harshly. In some kind of way this helped his idol career, even if his managers would scold him for having a far too cold outlook.

But he couldn't help himself, it was just so much easier to never let any of his outlooks be linked to whatever he was feeling, jealousy, anger, anxiousness or love - it was such a safe world, the one he kept hidden deep in his chest.

Sure, he was warmed up to the others quite a bit by now, practically melted, and you yourself had probed yourself deep into that iceberg he saw his heart as. But still he was always so cool, always so collected, never the one to rush into any decisions no matter their importance.

Yet here he was, his fingers trembling just about the tiniest way making him flex them in a pitiful attempt to make the proof of his true feelings go away. He bit the inside of his cheek in profuse worry, not being able to stand still as he stood just a few centimetres from where you were held tightly to Namjoon, the packalpha shielding you from the cold tiled with his own body, your form shaking and hitching every now and then, as you threw up for what seemed to be hours at this point.

When the second oldest packmember rushed in, followed by Hoseok, he felt light zaps going on through the bond. Sure, they weren't mates per-se, but they were a pack - and in rare, but emotionally deeply sparked situations it was normal for them to all connect on a deeper level. Or at least feel the connection better than they usually did.

Yoongi had rushed to you, his hand reaching to hold your hand tightly cradled to your dissatisfied tummy, his fingers lacing with yours as he laid his other hand on your knee, squeezing in what he hoped would come across as comfort. His words were quick to rush out, and he would stutter.

He never stuttered, he was a goddamn rapper, and a pretty good one at that. Why was he stuttering?

„Y-You're okay my kitten. Alpha is here. 'm not going anywhere.”

But the alpha wouldn't allow himself to dwell on it for far too long now, you needed him far more. And he could hardly be present enough if he was in his head pitying himself over not sounding clear and confident like a good alpha always should. Like an alpha you'd need him to be right now.

He felt guilt, not even sure for what exactly as you gagged and whimpered, each of your pained sounds accompanied by them freaking out even more, a rush of coos and rumbles sounding back, accompanied by a string of:

„I know sunny, I know...”

„You're okay little pup, everything's gonna be fine baby girl...”

„Alpha is right here kitty, just hold my hand for now... It will be all good in now time. Just hold on a little more kitten...”

And he would curse at himself every single time you'd go back to throwing up what must have been absolutely nothing at this point - your little belly couldn't hold much, could it? He felt guilt eating him alive at not having you eat at least a bite or two more every time he watched over your meal time - surely you'd have more energy now if he'd done so.

Gosh, if only he had taken better care of you.

By the time he felt like might as well just start crying at just how sorry he was feeling, you seemed to be done with the wave of nausea that's been hitting you for the past twenty or so minutes, leaving you a whimpering mess, slumped against Namjoon forearm from where he rested it against the toilet, the packalpha freaking out even further when you layed it your temple against the porcelain during just about the tinies break you had from the continual sickness.

„Okay, okay, it's okay. Do you feel like you're gonna be sick again baby girl? Can you tell alpha please little pup?”

He asked you gently, his hand tucking away all your hair behind you ears, Jimin's fingers combing through it quickly just as they had been doing for the past few minutes. He himself felt upset like pretty much never before.

You didn't really answer, only a choked sob leaving you, feeling dirty, hot and cold at the same time, icky and overall wrong all over. A soft kiss lended to your temple, followed by two more pecks landing at the same spot.

„It's okay kitten, here, wash your mouth out... There, just spit it- good girl, okay let's get you back to your nest now, does that sound good?”

The soft click-clacking of his bracelets accompanied the way his hand brushed some of your baby hairs and fly aways back from your sweaty forehead, his lips pursing as he too noticed just how hot you'd gotten, your cheeks flushed and pink - and not in the way that would make him feel satisfied and content, god he wished.

Namjoon, slowly, with very careful movements held you sideways to his chest as he gotten up, one of the other alphas flushing the toilet after you, while Yoongi left the glass of water earlier filled by Hobi stay by the sink - he had a bad feeling you'd still need it.

„Alpha's got you baby 'mega, everything's gonna be just fine, don't you worry yourself over a thing...” the packalpha would whisper gently, tutting and cooing at every single whimper your let out whenever he seemed to have moved just a step too quickly.

By the time he had finally left the forsaken bathroom adjoined to his bedroom, his bed, from where they had all been woken up from in such a startle, was left ruffled and all crazed out, but the two eldest alphas were already on it, Yoongi quickly lifting some of the top duvets, while Jin adjusted the many pillows out of the way.

They felt terrible at having touched your cozy nest and unsettling it even more, but they needed you to be warm now, and in a place where they could carefully watch over everything, and that much was just about Namjoon's bed now.

They should have prepared the den by now. They should have paid more attention to how off you seemed. They should have-

Your next soft whine you let out brought him back to the reality, the situation at hand - you, terribly sick, in pain, tired, and of need of them.

„I know baby, I'm right here. Alpha isn't going anywhere, here let's settle down now...” the man said gently, his eyes closing in an attempt to keep his own tears at bay at just how tightly you held his shirt scrunched in your fist as he tried to set you down on the soft mattress.

With Jimin jumping in to help right away, he crawled to the bed, ignoring Yoongi's pissed growl - how dare he go to the spot he thought would be the most comfortable for you now?!

But the young alpha only gently reached to cradle you from your back, his hands carefully wrapping around your waist, making sure not to squeeze you at all. Your tummy especially seemed to be giving you troubles now, considering how you held it all the time right now.

Gently placing you against the younger alpha, the packalpha slid right next to you, quick to fret over you once more, his own hands shaking in a way they wouldn't even before the Grammy performance a while back.

Suddenly the doors to the room were once again blown open, startling them all. The alpha shushed you softly at how quick you were to hide your face just by his scent gland, reminding you that it was just Hobi who swiftly apologised before he set down the big mug of bitter, black tea.

„Here, I looked up online that black tea is meant to help with nausea-”

„Hyung, she is an omega, she cannot have any tein goddamnit.” Jimin's satoori ringing around the room full of distressed pheromones and waves of calming ones.

„I know, but I read on the packaging it doesn't have any, and should be okay for omegas- hyung, remember? We bought it together.”

„I know Hoba, still, we have to be very careful now... Baby cub, little one, come take a little sip now, just a bit...”

Jin didn't want you to be drinking the black tea should have be quite frank. He didn't believe any packaging which claimed 'true English breakfast tea' but without any tein therefore fully safe for omegas. And he most definelty wasn't feeling like gambling with this right now.

On the other hand he did read the label himself those few days ago, and he also knew very well you were more than dehydrated by now and needed to replenish as soon as possible. And before he could even mention drinking water would be probably safer, the packalpha was already holding the cup to your lips, having you drink just about a spoonful.

That was most definitely not just how much you needed, considering you most definelty emptied out your stomach just a few minutes ago, but it was a start.

„There, that's good my baby girl...” The packalpha said, more so speaking to himself than you, your eyes still so hazy and withdrawn. It was a stark difference considering just how full of life, always interested and wide they always were. In some way they reminded the eldest of the maknae's wide, bambi like eyes.

Remembering the youngest he cursed internally, fishing out his phone from where it's been tucked in his pocket, only now noticing the many missed notifications - there were over a dozen texts and a good few calls, coming from both Jungkook aswell as Taehyung.

Of course. They must have been worried sick, feeling the tingles and zaps of worry going through the bond for a good half hour by now. And with having absolutely no idea as for what was happening, they must be freaking out.

Quickly dialing the youngest number, Seokjin stood up from where he was sitting by the bed, taking a few steps away but still staying in the bedroom. He couldn't bring himself to leave, or even take his eyes off of you, his mind sparking with worry. Those alpha instincts he felt so in control of were spasming and sending waves of worry to his rational mind, words repeating over and over:

Omega, hurt, help, help, help.

The phone didn't ring even twice before the call went through, connecting him with the youngest pack member. The first thing Jin finally realised that was sounding from the other side were the man's laboured breaths, loud thumps accompanied them in a rhythm.

„Hyung?! Hyung what's going on?!”

He felt his breath hitch just at how scared Jungkook sounded. He had never heard him this way. Well, neither had he ever felt their bond spark quite like this. It was just like a chain reaction, really.

„Kook-ah, are you with Taehyungie? You have to go ho-”

„We are! We are just two streets away, Jin what's going on?!!”

„Listen, Y/N-ie is really sick, she's been throwing up for the pas-”

„She's been what?!!”

Somewhere in the background he could hear the slightly older man ask a hurried question, no doubt worried sick himself.

„She seems a bit better now,” that was quite frankly a lie, you looked just as pale and green as you'd been for the past 30 minutes, but that information would not help anything, „but listen, Kook, quickly stop by the pharmacy, ask them for help, they'll have some medicine for like throwing up or- or something,-”

The oldest has already gone through their entire medical box and they had just about everything, even liquidIV's and an ancient looking pregnancy test, but no pain medication of whatever kind which could be taken by omegas. How could they if they'd never even looked to for the label in their lives?

„Just for throwing up?”

„I mean, mainly for that for now, just something for stomach aches in general-”

„Okay, we're going right now hyung, tell bunny I love her and to stay strong.”

„I will, just-”

But before he even had time to finish his sentence, the young alpha has already turned off the call, having the eldest sigh, his brows furrowing.

Pocketing his phone once more, he smiled softly in your direction in what he could only hope to be a reassuring smile even though it probably looked more like a grimace. It didn't matter much anyway, your face tightly tucked against Jimin's neck, his chin over the crown of your head as the man's gentle voice softly sang in the thick-atmosphered room.

Jimin ran out of options on ways to settle you he knew would usually work - his gentle words you didn't seem to register over your soft, pained whimpers, his comforting touches were neither responded to, and his scenting could only do so much it seemed as you continued to fret against his scent gland, your little fingers squeezing his fingers tight.

And after you whimpered a first few words from since you'd woken up, he only got more terrified and stressed: „Alpha it h-hurts...”

„Sh-sh-sh I know princess I know, but Jungkookie is getting you some medicine right now to make it all better, just a wait a few seconds sweetheart... Just a few minutes for oppa, please...”

„What hurts pup? What's hurting right now babygirl?“ the packalpha asked, his hands tenderly rubbing up and down your back. When you whimpered out a mellow: „Eve-rything...“ he seriously thought he was going to loose his mind at this point. This was not good.

With Hobis hand gently rubbing your feet and legs tentatively, holding them on his lap as he watched you closely, too afraid to speak, the packalpha felt his phone vibrate, apologizing as it felt uncomfortable against your side from where it's been touching Joon's hoodie pocket.

Fishing the by now cursed device out, the packalpha was greeted with Taehyung's name on the screen accompanied by a fun photo of his band mate. Quickly answering the phone, the man left his voice as quiet and gentle as possible, not wanting to disturb you any more than he was already doing.

„Yes?”

„Hyung, were at the pharmacy and they- they don't want to sell the medicine to us-!” Somewhere in the background he could hear terribly pissed Jungkook. He could recognise his growl in his sleep.

„What do you mean they don't want to sell it to you?” He felt his breath hitch. Since when has the regulations become so severely different and strict?

„They - they said she isn't in our pack and so we cannot buy any medication for an omega because we aren't related and she isn't in our pack yet and so-”

„Shit... Shit, did you say we are courting her?”

„Yes! And they said it doesn't matter because she ain't legally part-”

„I don't fucking care about if she is legally with us yet or not, she is in big pain and she needs the medicine. Give me the clerk right now.” The packalpha huffed, his eyes hard and his scent growing angry and tense.

After a few seconds of muffled exchange of words on the other end of the line, he heard an unfamiliar voice of a woman, her profession tone clipped and tight.

„Hello, this is the Jungsameon central pharmacy, how may I help you?”

„Hello, I'm the alpha of our pack- the one the two alphas belong to, we are courting the omega right now and she needs th-”

„I understand your reasoning sir, but there is nothing I can do. Selling medication meant for omegas to anyone who doesn't have a direct relation of family or pack is strictly illegal.“

„But she is part of our pack, we are courting her!” He could hardly hold back his growl, his voice lifted in disbelief.

„As I said sir, I understand. But this is how the regulation stands for the time being. Medications intended for omegas are different from the more usual ones and if tampered with could have-”

„I know they are different good god, if I hadn't she would have already since been doped up senseless with everything we have in the pack house now, but I would only hurt her further and I would never forgive myself for doing that!” Namjoon interrupted, his voice ringing in the almost silent room, both Jin's and Jimin's voices singing a soft lullaby to aim to settle you.

The woman on the other line was silent for a few seconds, seemingly thinking. And then, just as the packalpha was about to end the call and just tell Jungkook and Taehyung to hurry home, her voice sounded again, more quiet and thoughtful.

„And you just need pain killers? And for throwing up?”

„Yes-!”

„... Okay. Fine. I'll give you a small dosage... Just... Be careful. And keep it to yourself.”

„Thank you, yes, of course! I cannot thank you enough-!” He felt a wave of relief hit him like a tone of bricks, his shoulders sagging. Finally, some good luck.

Soon enough, Taehyung had said his goodbyes, saying they would be there within the next five minutes tops as they quickly paid for the remedies, signed the documents needed in a rush, and hurried back home to hopefully help you.

„Okay, babygirl, alphas are coming home with medicine to make you all better, yea? You'll be feeling good in no time, I promise pup. Alpha promises.”

And with a little peck to your hot forehead to seal his promise, Namjoon kept his eyes on you, your brows furrowed as you listened in to the soft rumbles meant to comfort from the pit of Jimin's chest.

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daichiduskdrop · 4 months ago

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• Chapter 46

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: light swearing, mentions of throwing up

Words: 3636

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For a tiny moment the alphas didn't respond, staring at you with widened eyes- then it seemed as if all at ones, they hurried to move and respond.

„Of course little cub, alpha will go grab it right away!” The eldes answered, smiling at you in reassurance as he walked from the room.

„Awh, you're so cute little sunny, asking for things for your nest so nicely, what a good girl.” The alpha said, fondly looking at your cute form between the rustled sheets.

„...Would you like other scents in your nest as well princess?” Jimin asked you gently, not wanting to overstep any boundaries - even though you already carried their scents in that cute plushy companions. What if you only liked the hoodie because you were attached to it? What if you didn't actually like their scents that lingered on it from when they would come grab it for you from time to time?

You whispered your soft resonse, your voice mellow in tiredness, the way they didn't hear it quite yet. It worried him significantly - but he kept on trying to reassure himself that you were just more exhausted than usual, thinking you were just worn out from the busy day they had spent with you.

„Coul-d I have the new b-blankets oppa...?”

Right away, both of the alphas jumped up to ease into your request, wanting to give you anything and everything you'd ever desired - and now that were the comforting blankets they'd bought for you as a gift.

A courting gift.

With a happy perk in his step Jimin was quick to rush out of the room while Hoseok stayed by your side to watch over you, having you drink more of your water. The younger alpha hurried to the room you had most of your stuff in (though it wasn't necessary the room you were staying at the most, let's be honest).

Snatching the cream coloured blanket from the made bed along with the other comfort companion that laid toucked into the blankets (the other one they took to the resort somewhere in one of the other's bag where they placed it after you dropped it in the car, having you fretting and worried it would happen again it you rushed to take your hand out of your jacket pocket once more). But before he left he stopped by the large walk in closet they were slowly all working on filling up - it had ways to go still.

Right now, it was mostly filled with all the clothes they had gotten for you while shopping in real life stores where they could feel all the materials. But soon enough all of the express-delivery packages will start raining in, the alpha was sure of it.

He himself was quick to make quite a bit of shopping with you in mind. Sure, some of it was kept until the Christmas celebrations like that really pretty jewelry set from Tifanny & co. which he picked for you, consisting of a pretty bracelet, a ring and a necklace filled with hundreds of tiny diamonds. It looked almost like a loser choker, and while he wasn't a lover of chokers in general, there was just something that made him very eager to have you wear one like that, something pri mal of instinct. At the back by the clasp was a tiny heart too, into which he had his initials carved alongside yours, a pretty cursive lettering to always remind you of your times together.

And in his mind, he felt so deeply satisfied with having you wear something signed with his own name, he just couldn't describe it somehow.

Pushing the thoughts of you in that pretty set, with a beautiful dress on with him at one of those ballroom parties they would sometimes get invited to, your arm linked to his forearm, he crouched down to the floor where the still unpackaged boxes with things for you laid - the ones not meant as a surprise (at least not a Christmas one).

There were lots more to come, but for now there was a pretty bag from Cartier with a large bow, a few orange boxes from Louis Vuitton, one from Celine, a huge box from Gucci, and a few more he didn't care to look too closely for, reaching for the white, sleek box with a brand name he didn't recognise - an English name.

But he found it familiar, and knowing he alongside of Yoongi chose the few blankets from that brand for you, he opened the box to take one of the prettily packaged soft fabrics. It was well sealed to keep it from any scents that could possibly linger on it.

The cream, intricately woven blanket was from a luxury brand, and their specifically raved about omega line the alphas heard so many gush about. And so, taking it out of the box, Jimin left the other stuff still inside for you to unwrap when you felt more like it, putting the closed box back with the many others.

When he finally got back to your room, you were still seated in the very middle, frazzled and looking dazed. Jin has been back by now, obviously, considering the brown hoodie you held close to yourself as you watched nothing it seemed.

„Here, sweetie, there's one of the blankets we've gotten you and this is another one alphas thought you might like, should we open it now?” he asked gently, getting your attention as you looked up at him with big, glassy eyes.

„...okay, thank you oppa...” you whispered as you took both of the blankets from him, breathing in the comfort companion's scent. As the young man hurried to tell you you deserved the world and didn't have to thank him for anything, Hoseok was quick to help you get rid of the tight scent seal, helping you unfurl the drapery quickly, carefully tucking it around you, making sure not to touch it with his wrists much.

As Jimin quieted down, watching you silently, the alphas admired how you worked carefully, meticulously creating a cute nest for yourself, and hopefully them aswell.

Whenever you'd whine about something not right, they were both quick to coo at you, Jin walking in in the middle of you settling, his clothes exchanged for a more comfortable pair of loose linen trousers and a basic white oversized tshirt.

He'd gush at you, mumbling out a soft encouraging: „It's looking so nice my little cub, alphas really have the most clever baby omega don't they?” Having the other alphas quick to agree loudly, an occasion gentle patt to your head or your hair being tucked away accompanying it.

And as you finally got more comfortable, even though there was still something nagging you about the nest you just couldn't get around to know what it was, the bathroom doors opened, the misty, foggy air clouding up as Namjoon stepped out, his hair only toweled dry.

The packalpha first looked over you, his dimples on full display as he preened over you loudly, his chest letting out content rumbles at seeing you tucked up in his bed, a cute, comfortable nest around you.

He wore a comfortable outfit as well, ready to lounge around for the rest of the day, or at least for now, a black hoodie with the lettering spelling: FEAR OF GOD BASEBALL paired with a pair of black sweatpants.

„Baby pup, your nest is beautiful, alpha is so proud of you babygirl.” He would finally get around to say, his soft rumbles overpowering his words somehow. He was more than impressed, practically melting. His omega made a nest in his bed, how much better could it get?

„Alp-has cuddle...?” you whispered, obviously very tired as you moved a bit to a side, as if to make a spot for them all in your pretty tucked mess of blankets and pillows. All of the pack members were ready to kneel just about then, your soft voice bringing them to a headspace they rarely encouraged for years now, their alpha senses taking over like to often with you by them.

You really fitted great into the pack. Did you even realise it? They would have to remind you more often.

Thanking you one by one, they all crawled into the nest, very careful not to mess anything up, especially the packalpha was cautious, known to be a bit clumsy at times. With the youngest of the bunch quickly taking the spot right Infront of you, your face tucked near up his chest, the man cooing and scenting you profusely as a was to thank you for letting him so close to your vulnerable place.

Hoseok gently combed his fingers through your hair as he curled by your back, his hands looping around your warm waist, his chin just by the crook of your neck where he would even unconsciously scent you. The eldest carefully settled behind the younger, his feet tangling up with yours as his hand held yours caringly.

Before the packalpha even had time to fully settle, the doors opened lightly with the youngest two peering in. They could smell you all from the outside, after they wandered off to the youngest room to play games together after coming back from the set, they soon wanted to see you again, just to reassure themselves that everything was okay.

And so as the doors creeked almost inaudibly, all of the pack members heads shot up in wariness, their eyes sharp, but they soon settled back down, most of them coming back to scenting you profusely while as the packalpha kept his watch over the youngest men slowly walking in.

„Hyung we're going out.”

Taehyung mumbled, keeping his voice soft and quiet as he approached the sitting Namjoon, his phone in hand. They already wore their outside clothes, but their coats were still unzipped and shoes not yet on, thought they were getting ready to leave.

„Where are you going? You're staying together? Stay safe okay?” Before the packalpha could continue, he huffed in minor annoyance at Jungkook who was suddenly leaning over him to look closely at you but not get into the nest - you didn't permit him to yet.

„Awh, baby bun! Your nest is adorable, my clever bunny, oppa will come back soon to also cuddle mkay?” You didn't protest, only looking at him with hazy eyes, but the alpha thought you were just tired and blissed out with all the scents that surrounded you bs the alphas.

The maknae wanted to stay back and hangout with you now, even though he had this meeting with Juwon and a few or their other friends planned for weeks at this point, and because he was always the one to cancel, he just felt terrible if he'd do it again for the nth time.

Sighing, both of the young alphas cooed at you, their scents from their wrists sticking to you carefully.

„Yea, we are going to see the other alphas today, and Jungkookie promised to introduce me to Juwon-ssi! We're going to that bar, the one by the park? Yea, that one.”

„Alright, just be careful please. And take some security with you too.”

Before you knew it, both of the alphas were saying their cute goodbyes, promising you that they will be back in two hours or so at maximum, and that they have wanted to cuddle as much as you seemed to want right now. Gently pecking your forehead one at a time they left the room soon enough, the doors clicking behind them as the packalpha finally settled down after the main entrance beeped it's tune.

And so the rest of the pack expect for Yoongi who closed the doors to his studio within practically a minute upon their arrival cuddling you close you allowed their comfort to envelop you, soft and sweet against your bothered form.

Jimins fingers gently combed through your locks, his hands careful not to pull on it at all, his lips occasionally landing on your temple.

„There there now, my princess, alphas will protect you now, you can rest your pretty eyes sweetheart...” He whispered calmly, nose brushing against your cheek in a comfortable scenting. Namjoon laid facing away from you all, choosing to watch over the entrance, protective over you in a nest.

And soon enough after their collective rumbles and coos, you allowed yourself to close your eyes finally, ignoring their slight burning, letting Jin tuck the cashmere blankets even closer to you.

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When you woke up, not much time must have passed. While the curtains were drawn close earlier by one of the alphas napping with you, there was still some form of light streaming inside of the bedroom, just as it's been earlier. But it wasn't the light that woke you up, even if you wished it did.

You didn't feel good at all.

Something was wrong, you could tell, as your stomach cramped and hurt like it didn't in years, your head pounding as you felt the world spin around you as you opened your eyes just the slightest bit.

You felt hot all over, light buzzing going from the tip of your toes all the way to your fingers and you felt so tired you couldn't even let a soft whimper out to alert the alphas, let alone speak up.

For a few seconds you just continued to lay still, your scent clouding more and more with discomfort and pain as you continued to breathe in Jimin's scent, your nose nestled to his chest, his heart beating steadily against your ear, bringing you some form of comfort. You felt the warm hand in yours, Jin's, and the arms tightly holding you to the warmth behind you, Hoseok.

And if you were brave enough, and opened your eyes a tiny bit more, focusing on anything else but the dizziness, you could see Namjoon's shoulder just peeking behind Jimin's along with his dark hair from the back of his head.

Perhaps you'd stay laying down for a while like this, facing the discomfort just until the alphas would subconsciously register your unsettled, sickly scent, but you didn't seem to have any luck left, at least not at the moment, as nausea was quick to take over your mind.

You felt your breath hitch as you tried to sit up, only to not be able to move - your body far too weak and slow against the tight hold the alphas had on your, their bodies sandwiching you tight against them - not necessarily for you to not be able to leave, rather for you not to be able to be taken away, something primal they felt an urge to take care of even when there wasn't much need.

At your second failed attempt, you could start to feel the your stomach literally flip and you didn't know what to do to avoid your sick getting all over your nest - something you didn't want to have happening at all, and so you let out a pained whimper.

It didn't even take a second for all of the alphas to wake up. They never heard you sound so distressed, not even when you'd have an omega drop on them, and they could only pray this was the last and only time they would hear you sound like this.

The pack members shot up, Jimin tousling you as he held you against his chest, only worsening your nausea and making your head spin even worse, creating an even louder whimper from you, as you avoided throwing up right then and there.

„Pup?! Pup what's wrong?!” The first to get his mind straight was of course Namjoon, his hands holding him up as he watched over Jimin to his best abilities, your body curled up against him.

But you couldn't even answer, another whimper leaving you, as you tightly shut your eyes, swallowing down the bile in your throat, small tears springing to your eyes in pain and distress.

„Sunshine? Honey what is it, what's wrong? Alphas are right here bub!”

„Cub, little one, did you have a bad dream? You're here with your alphas, remember?”

„Princess, sweetheart, what's going on?! You're worrying alpha baby-! Sweetie? Sweetheart be carefu-!”

Jimin sounded distressed like you had yet to hear him, only now did he fully register just how sour your scent clouded around, like rotten blooms he never smelled so pungent before, something was terribly wrong.

But before he got to chance to calm you down, not even his gentle touches helping apparently, you were already clumsily trying to crawl from the nest, clumbering over both him and Namjoon who sucked in a breath of pure worry at seeing you almost fall.

You didn't say anything, only letting out a string of continual whimpers. And as you climbed closer and closer to the edge of the bed, the alphas sitting up higher and higher to coo you back into their arms, their cuddles a remedy to all problems you could ever face in their eyes, the packalpha didn't think you wanted to leave the nest, perhaps thinking you were just overwhelmed to a point of tears from a bad dream.

But as you tried to hastily put your legs over the edge, breathing shallow as you closed your eyes tightly, you were quick to slip and fall down the plushy bed, away from their warm arms which could hold you and catch you. And the packalpha would never forgive himself for not catching you, that was safe to say. He should have expected better, he told himself moments after he gasped out a loud surprised: „Pup-!” after seeing you loose your balance.

Everything seemed in almost a slow motion, as Namjoon quickly rushed down from the nest, the other alphas following, themselves gasping loudly in the upmost worry, jumping after you. But you were already crouched to the ground, one of your hands holding your tummy while the other held you up, your shoulders hunched and shaking as your whimpers sounded even louder.

„Babygirl?! Alpha is right here, alpha is here my good girl, what's happening? Tell alpha what's happening pup, please!” He begged, sliding down in his knees next to you, his hands rubbing up and down your back and hair, the alpha not sure at what to do - you didn't seem responsive to anything he said, did, or his calming pheromones rolling off of him in waves.

„Cub?! Baby-”

Before they could say much else, your sick whimpers interrupted them, as you bended down, your figure hitching in pure discomfort and pain at throwing up.

„Oh god, shit, shit - someone get Yoongi right now-!” Jin gasped out in worry and panic, Hoseok quick to jump up from kneeling near you, the doors banging against the opposite wall at how quickly he pulled them open, but the loud noise startling you was the least of their problems.

You sat bended over yourself, your breathing laboured as your whimpers continued to sound out in a continuous string of distress, your eyes closed as your head spin, sharp cramps coming from your belly as you emptied your stomach.

„Okay pup, it's okay. Fuck- alpha is here baby girl, just get it all out.” The packalpha tried to calm you down, his hand rubbing up and down your back even quicker, his other palm holding your hair back to keep it from getting any bile on it.

„Princess, it's fine, come on, we gotta get you up now sweetheart-”

„I know it hurts, baby, I know, I know pup, I know, alpha is sorry-”

„Come on cub, lean on oppa- there, good girl, it's okay, it's okay, up you go...!”

All three of them, after noticing a little break from your constant shaking, worked quick and efficiently to get you to the bathroom, having the eldest of the pack tuck you close to his chest as the younger alphas manoeuvred you into his arms, your dizziness picking up with every move, having you whimper in both panic and pain.

Jin took quick steps to the bathroom, both of the other men following not even a step behind and he rushed to place you before the toilet - just in time it seemed as another wave of nausea hit you, having the alphas gasp in worry and distress, along side with panic curses.

Sure, Namjoon prided himself of being a cool headed man, but he was anything but clear thinking as you shook and trembled against where he sat on the cold tiled floor with you on his lap, throwing up profusely, to a point he thought you won't even be able to breath properly, having you choke and spasm, sending him into an absolute overdrive of protectiveness.

„Okay princess, just get it out, get it out and you'll be feeling okay in a no time, hm?” the younger encouraged, holding your hand so tight, he could not do it any harder should he want to.

Just then Hoseok and Yoongi rushed in, the elder worried shitless at how the older rushed into his studio, saying you were throwing up so much and that you seemed to be in so much pain.

Jin has already cleaned the mess up, knowing he was of no use crowding you, but he too stepped back into the bathroom along side of the two other packmembers. He has never smelled Yoongi's normally pretty mellow, lavender scent with something muskier and rainy, so worried to a point it was pungent.

„Kitten?!” was the only thing he could gasp out, his voice shaking, before he too crumbled to his knees next to you.

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Hi everyone,

I'm very sorry but I will most likely not be able to update today (and unfortunately Fridays in general) as I have a late work shift. I might write something much shorter tonight, but there will be an update tomorrow!

Edit: i wrote a chapter tonight aswell :)

Stay safe, peace and love,

~❄️🪽🩷

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts #bts a/b/o #bts imagine #bts omegaverse #hybrid bts #bts jimin #bts namjoon #bts taehyung

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daichiduskdrop · 4 months ago

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• Chapter 45

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :)

Words: 3297

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Before you knew it, the van had entered bustling mid-afternoon Seoul after having stopped at a smaller city near the outskirts for a meal.

The pack members, along with you, continued eating their meal, but you didn’t finish yours, feeling a bit weird. You soon forgot about it, though, as you watched out of the tinted, one-way windows. Gasping softly as you noticed something, you were quick to lean closer to the side Taehyung occupied, the man's hand gently placed on your thigh as he scrolled through his phone.

The alphas' heads shot up, the members turning to you in quick worry, but your eyes were filled with excitement as you leaned toward the window as close as the seatbelt would allow.

“Oppa, look, it’s you—!” You gasped, looking at Hoseok, who was watching you closely.

On the building a little to your right was a giant screen showing a short ad montage of the rapper in clean, aesthetic lighting, his skin clear and glassy as he held a glass bottle against the side of his face—a skincare brand. Toner, perhaps? Or was it serum? The car was already gone by the time you got around to reading it.

“That’s right, sunshine! That was a while back. It’s a good brand. I don’t use it too often, but it is nice.”

“Why, do you not like using what you promote, hyung?” Jimin snickered from next to him, trying to annoy the older, who only gave him a side glare.

“You know fully well that’s not how it is, Jimin-ah.” His voice deepened, hinting at a growl, making the younger quiet down in an instant.

Before the atmosphere could get any thicker, your innocent question dispersed it quickly.

“C-Can I try skincare too? Please, oppas…?” You mumbled shyly, looking out the window again. This time, you were already resting against the cushioned, cream-colored seat once more after the younger alpha had gently scooted you back a bit ago.

The jackets rustled as the alphas—if they weren’t already looking at you—turned around swiftly at your soft plea, their eyes fond and full of love. The first to get a grip on himself was one of the eldest, his eyes set on you.

“Of course you can, kitten. You can have anything in the world; alphas will always provide. What would you like to get, kitty? Alpha will buy it right now.”

His cat-like eyes dwelled on you, the man speaking lazily but with care as he watched you closely. Already thinking a few steps ahead, he was going through all the brands he could remember off the top of his head—the ones he definitely knew omegas could use as well.

He knew he had a few of those fun-colored Laneige lip masks lying around in his bathroom, and his stylists would always apply them at the start of doing his makeup. Those Mediheal face masks were some of his top favorites—they were scentless and always nice to apply. Most of the pack members used those.

And then he had that hydrating foam cleanser from Urban Tribe… those AHC products his dermatologist recommended… Thinking more about it, there was quite a big mix of all kinds of products he used.

Perhaps it would just be easier if he bought an entire line? Maybe Round Lab? Or Anua? You would be the sweetest, most hardworking ambassador ever. He could already picture it—you, going to a lab to test a few of the products in the making and giving your opinion, one or two of the alphas tagging along, too worried to have you completely leave their sight yet.

And you’d wear a pretty lab coat, listening as the scientists explained what each ingredient did. Then you’d help design the packaging too, your artistic skills coming into play as you tried your best.

And perhaps later, there would be a cute photoshoot—maybe with them as models if you weren’t comfortable having everyone see you up close just yet.

Hmm. He should ask his managers about buying a skincare brand.

“Yes, cub, but aren’t you wearing SPF already? You should be wearing it every day. I thought we put some in the bathroom—was there none? Alpha is so sorry, I must have forgotten—”

“Oh, I didn’t know if I could use it…” You mumbled almost inaudibly, making their kind gazes turn to shock and sadness.

“Baby, no, no! You can use anything we have at home, honey—everything is yours!”

“Princess, you can take everything, it’s okay! Alphas want you to use their stuff—we would never mind!”

They yelled out, their voices overlapping as they stressed how yes, of course, you could use everything, and yes, of course, the skincare, makeup, and all of it were for you as well. And no, of course, you didn’t have to ask for permission!

“How about once we get home, we look online for some skincare you could have, sunshine? Or perhaps we can talk to one of our stylists? They could help us choose, hm? What do you think, bub?” The young alpha said gently after they reassured you, his knuckles gently rubbing your cheek.

You nodded slowly, unsure if you felt okay with them being all bothered by you asking for help again. Surely they would say so? Or at least hint at it…

The van rumbled along as the afternoon light danced across the cityscape. Soft chatter filled the space as the alphas discussed a new collab they were working on right now—a makeup palette for the Crème brand they had worked with years ago.

Until Taehyung, with a soft smile, leaned closer after locking his phone and asked, “Babycheeks, what skincare have you been using so far anyways, honey?”

You bit your lip, then confessed, almost whispering, “Ho-nestly, not much… My family pack never let me try anything fancy, and then after I stayed here, I-I just never really had the budget to buy stuff like that…”

The young alpha, always gentle, patted your head softly as he frowned. He wished they would have gotten to you sooner, guilt eating at his heart.

“It’s okay, babycheeks. Alphas will help you get started, promise. Skincare isn’t just about looking good—it’s about feeling good, too.”

Jungkook’s eyes twinkled as he added, listening with gentle pity as well, “Bunny, don’t you worry your pretty head over it. Alphas will help you with everything!”

He gave you a reassuring nod that made you feel safe despite your nerves. Already, he was plotting a plan on just how exactly they were going to go about it all. Perhaps you’d like to talk to a dermatologist? Or one of their stylists? He wasn’t sure just how well you’d deal with doctors.

And you had that omega-doctor appointment coming up too…

Taehyung leaned closer, showing you his iPhone screen, displaying a step-by-step guide with multiple products listed on the website.

“Honey, here, look, hm? First off, you need a cleanser to wash away the day. You could get a rash or something bad like that if you don’t. You understand, little baby? Omegas are very sensitive, babycheeks. Alpha really likes one cleanser from Urban Tribe—it’s super gentle, so it shouldn’t burn your skin, but it really leaves your skin feeling fresh. Oh, wait, let me pull up a pic on my phone so you can see what I mean…”

He scrolled for a moment, showing you an image of the sleek packaging and bubbly texture.

“Would you like to try it tonight?” You nodded, holding onto the alpha’s hand as he gently squeezed your fingers.

Jungkook smiled warmly, “Bunny, after you cleanse, the next step is toner. I’ve been using Round Lab’s toner for years—it balances your skin and preps it for moisturizing. It helps it absorb better.”

Taehyung leaned in closer once more, his voice soft as he explained, “Honey, moisturizing is key. The air is so harsh, and since it’s cold, it’s been extra drying lately. You must protect yourself, baby.”

Jungkook grinned widely, “And babybun, never skip SPF! Sunscreen is a must, even on cloudy days, okay? We can even pick out a cute little compact for you to carry everywhere—how does that sound?”

Before you could speak, the pack alpha's voice sounded from near the front of the car, his tone warm and devoted.

"Don’t worry, baby pup—alphas will get all the products for you, all the guidance, everything you could ever want, babygirl. We’re here for you, every single step of the way."

The van came to a slow stop before the sound of a garage beeping could be heard, the oldest alpha turning gently from his seat up front.

"Cub, go inside with alphas now, hm? Oppa will just park and get home in just a minute, okay? You should go get warm soon."

You said a gentle, "Okay, oppa," as you held onto the maknae's hand, the younger alpha already leading you out of the car, with the others soon following. As the pack members pattered through the snow to the main entrance, you patiently waited for the second eldest to first use the key, then set off the alarm lock, and use another key to open the front door, making a loud melodic beep.

Quick to usher you in, the alphas gently guided you inside first before they, too, all piled in, shaking off the snow and ice from their boots—Seokjin was going to have a heart attack when he came inside.

"Here, princess, alpha will help..." said Jimin gently, already kneeling before you, not minding the wet floor one bit as he carefully untied your shoes, placing them under the heating so they would dry up.

As you stepped out of them, with Namjoon holding onto your hands to steady you, you yelped in surprise at the coldness that hit your fluffy-socked feet.

The pack members rushed to see what exactly was wrong at your sound of unpleasant surprise, but the pack alpha was already working on it—the man's arms flexing as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground, wrapping you tight in his arms.

"There, pup, all better now. Should we go rest up for a bit now?" he asked you gently, his cute dimples showing as his caring voice softened for your sensitive ears.

You rested your head near his neck after taking off the cute earmuffs, handing them to Yoongi's outstretched hand along with your fluffy scarf.

With your warm jacket already taken off, the pack alpha was quick to take you to the living room, holding you tight against his chest as he carefully passed through doorways, not wanting you to bang yourself against anything—he would never forgive himself.

"Princess, would you like to eat the salad now, sweetie? Or should I put it in the fridge?" the young alpha called softly as he brought in the leftovers from their meals, yours barely touched, worrying them.

"C-Can I have it later, oppa?" you asked carefully, making the soft-gazed man nod before putting the little package in the fridge. You weren’t feeling the best for whatever reason, and you just wanted to sleep again.

With your nose closely tucked to the alpha’s scent gland, you only nodded at his gentle question. The man looked down at you with heart eyes as he asked, almost in a whisper, "Would you like to sleep again, my littlest pup?"

"Okay, babygirl, alpha will take you to your nest," he said gently, not allowing himself to worry over how much you'd been sleeping—surely, you would be able to fall asleep tonight, right?

And so, with the rest of the pack members dispersing into the house and the locking sound echoing after Jin entered as well, the pack alpha carried you along to his room, with Jimin trailing closely behind. He was feeling a bit clingy—what could he say?

"Here, love, let’s get you nice and settled..." the man said gently, placing you down on his huge bed with the utmost care, his fingers carefully combing through your hair.

You only blinked up at him slowly, looking like a small, sad kitten just about ready to cozy right back up.

You had imagined the pack alpha would have a dark room, somehow assuming he would go for a more masculine vibe—but you were far from the truth.

The room was very spacious, just like all the rooms in the villa they owned. But the space allowed in a lot more light than you’d expected, the bright, sunny rays shining into his bedroom.

The center of the room was the plush, large bed the pack alpha placed you in, the headboard upholstered, giving it a luxurious vibe. It was all clean white, with one of the walls colored charcoal gray—now there, there was the dark vibe you expected.

The walls were littered with huge paintings, and once again, the same dolls, but this time carved from wood, as the alpha kept his essentials near the two bedside tables.

In the corners, there were a few books placed, one of which you already recognized—it was the one the alpha had read to you last time.

"Babypup, I'll go shower and change, okay?" the alpha said gently, his hand petting the top of your head as he carefully scented you.

He felt wrong—even if the staff used scent blockers, he could feel some foreign scents lingering on his skin, and he didn’t like it.

Plus, he didn’t want to startle you. Should you make a nest, he wanted you to feel comfortable in it. If he smelled like someone else, you wouldn’t even allow him inside—and in no way would he go in then.

And so, the man slowly walked to his walk-in closet, his head popping out when he heard footsteps—it was Jimin, his clothes already changed as he rubbed at his face in tiredness, exhausted from the filming and shooting.

The younger wore a comfortable pair of loose sweats, his socks gone as he slowly walked toward you, nodding to his pack alpha in greeting.

Along with the pants with the white drawstrings, he had on a white oversized sweatshirt with a brand name you didn’t recognize.

He smelled refreshed and clean, only his scent lingering on him now, making you unconsciously feel better.

He smiled gently at you, his voice caring as he asked, "You want to nap now, sweetie?"

You only shrugged your shoulders, your hands tightening on one another in your lap. You felt all kinds of weird somehow, your cheeks flushed and your stomach feeling a bit unusual, too.

Looking away from the alpha, you chose to stare out of the windows instead as you heard shuffling from the walk-in closet Namjoon had entered a moment ago.

"You feeling okay, princess?" Jimin asked, quick to pick up on your unsettledness. Crouching down before you, he was careful not to touch the bed too much—it was your nest now, even if you had yet to build one.

He watched you closely for a few seconds, his hand gently running over your face and hair comfortingly as the alpha sneakily checked your temperature.

You seemed okay to him—a bit cold, but that was normal. He had a higher body temperature as an alpha, after all.

Walking out of the closet, the older alpha was quick to pick up on the other alpha's worry, his eyebrows narrowing.

"What's wrong? Tell alpha, pup," he said gently, his worried eyes on you. You only shrugged, mumbling a soft, "Ju-Just tired..." before you shrugged off the younger’s hands, which suddenly felt too warm.

"Okay, babygirl, but you must tell alphas if something feels wrong, okay, pup? This is important, my good girl."

The man held your gaze firmly as Jimin bit his lip in thought. But as you whispered a gentle, "Yes, alpha," he himself stood up better.

"Alpha will go shower quickly, okay?"

You nodded in understanding, watching Namjoon walk to the adjoining bathroom, shutting the door behind himself but not locking it. The alpha was too paranoid about it—what if you ended up needing him while he was in there?

He didn’t allow himself to think too deeply about what could happen in the meantime while he wasn’t exactly by your side, instead choosing to finish quickly so he could come cuddle up with you soon.

Jimin sighed softly in worry, turning on the heating so you wouldn’t get too cold as he bent to look at you closer again.

"Sweetheart, I’ll go get you something to drink, okay? Oppa will be right back, princess. Just call if you need anything." He smiled before leaving after you agreed.

The young alpha took long strides as he made his way to the kitchen, where Hoseok was discussing with Jin what to make for dinner later. The alphas were looking through what they had left of their food—they would need to go grocery shopping soon. They ate like a pack of hyenas, seriously...

With Jimin’s slightly worried scent suddenly making its appearance, both of the pack members were quick to quiet down, looking up toward him.

"Jimin-ah? What is it?"

The younger didn’t respond immediately, taking out a tall glass before pouring filtered water into it. He didn’t add any syrups or the juice he knew you liked, worried you’d feel worse. You seemed extra sensitive right now...

"Jimin-ah?"

Looking up at the worried tone, he noticed his hyungs watching him, questions written all over their faces.

"I’m not sure... Princess seems really tired... and her scent is a bit off too..."

Already on his way back to you with the glass, he suddenly had both alphas worried, hastily following behind him.

"Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean?"

"Is she sick? Or just tired? Oh god, should I call that omega doctor?"

"I... I don’t know, hyung," was all he managed to answer, sighing as he entered the room the pack alpha slept in.

His bed, once made all neat and creaseless, was now practically turned over with you in the middle, surrounded by blankets and pillows, only the very top of your head visible as you faced away from the entrance.

"Here, sweetheart, I brought some water. Would you like to drink?"

Only very slight shuffling answered him as you turned around, your eyes landing on him as he held the glass. As you moved closer, the other alphas took it as their cue to approach as well, both of their gazes filled with worry.

You looked way more tired than you had just a few minutes ago. What happened?

"Alpha will help, babycub," Jin said gently, rushing closer, his hand comfortingly rubbing up and down your back as he took the glass and carefully held it to your lips.

You took a few gulps but soon pushed it away again, laying back down.

"Oppa...?"

You spoke softly, causing all of them to turn to you in an instant, their eyes filled with concern after silently discussing something you didn’t understand.

"Yes?"

"What is it?"

"Yeah? Oppa is here, bub."

You didn’t say anything for a moment, averting your gaze as you played with the soft, scentless fabric surrounding you.

"Can I have the bro-wn hoodie in my nest? Pl-Please?"

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• Chapter 44

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: none :)

Words: 3246

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashionstyle-blog @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani @iamkookiesforyou @dragonsflare @fangirl125reader @roseidol @frieschan @popcatx0 @liz67900 @exfolitae @plexcaffeinate @strawblueberrys @massivelyfullenthusiast @iimichie @bts-0t-7 @hannahdinse8 @yoongisgirl69

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You nodded a little, Jimin's grip on your fingers tightening a bit. Gently combing his fingers through your hair, Jungkook smiled down at you, pulling you softly back up to sit nice and proper.

„Come on up, babybun... You need to stay safe; alphas can't have you hurt, baby.” The youngest didn't dare dwell on thinking about what could happen to you, avoiding the thoughts to the best of his abilities, instead tucking his nose close against your hair.

Whining softly, you let yourself be carefully pulled up before Taehyung was already buckling you in, smiling at you comfortingly before he cutely pecked your forehead. Thanking him quietly, you felt too drowsy and sleepy as the pack alpha spoke from the passenger seat in front.

"Is everyone ready to go? Little pup, is everything okay?”

You nodded sleepily, your hand in both of the alphas that sat next to you, Jimin since turned around to fix his seatbelt as well.

Soon enough the car was already on its way, slowly pulling out from the crowded parking lot where the safety barrier was lifted, allowing all of the staff to leave. The hum of the car engine filled the cabin with a low, steady vibration, lulling you into a state of drowsy contentment.

The world outside was a blur of frost-kissed trees and snow-dusted roads, the early afternoon light casting everything in soft hues of blue and gold. You could still feel the ghosts of the harsh December cold clinging to your fingertips, even though you were tucked securely between Jungkook and Taehyung in the backseat, their warmth pressing in on either side of you.

Occasionally the alphas were quick to lean closer, their chins and noses softly rubbing against the top of your head, their scents clinging to you.

Namjoon, ever the careful leader, sat next to Jin, who drove with a calm focus, looking through the little mirror attached to the sun shield, watching over his pack and the cute, courted omega fighting sleep in the back. Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok occupied the middle row, while the youngest of the bunch kept on turning to face you so he could keep an eye on you, having the pack alpha click his teeth at him in disapproval.

"Babybun," Jungkook murmured beside you, adjusting the fluffy scarf around your neck. His touch was warm and sure, fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. "You comfortable? Nothing scratches or itches?"

He felt worried a bit, not sure if the clothes they had gotten for you were all omega-proof. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered that they had always checked the labels and refused anything without the little O in a circle, but still he felt a bit anxious.

You gave a small nod, tucking your chin into the scarf as you curled into Jungkook’s side. The car smelled like home—like warm spices, clean musk, and something uniquely theirs. Something no one could ever reproduce. It wrapped around you, a cocoon of safety that made your eyelids feel heavier by the second.

Squeezing the cute comfort companion you laid in your lap, the little lamb's eyes watching over you in an adorable softness. Wanting to cuddle near the youngest again, you shuffled, having both of the men sitting near you turn at you with puzzled expressions at seeing you fumble with the belt.

"Sit properly, pup,"

Namjoon’s voice carried over the quiet chatter, his tone gentle but firm. "Seatbelt stays on." You blinked up at him sleepily, not quite registering what he meant until you felt Jungkook shift beside you, helping you sit up straighter.

A whine escaped your lips at the loss of your cozy position, and immediately, Taehyung was rubbing circles into your thigh, soothing.

"Shh, little one," he whispered. "It’s okay. Alphas just want you safe. What should they do if their baby omega gets hurt? We can't have that happen, baby cheeks."

Jungkook made a quiet noise of approval, pulling you close again once you were properly seated. His arm remained around you, his hand resting protectively over yours, your face just by his shoulder. Jimin, watching from the middle row, reached out to take your other hand in his.

"My princess," he cooed, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles, "you’re still tired, hm?"You shrugged a bit, thought you meant it more as a soft affirmative, squeezing his fingers lightly. Yoongi, who had been quiet for most of the ride, let out a low chuckle.

"Kitten’s always sleepy. It's good, it's healthy, and alphas are very happy you let them protect you when you rest your pretty mind." He mused, reaching back to brush his fingers over the crown of your head. "Close your eyes, baby. We’ve got you."

Encouraged by their warmth, you let yourself drift, the quiet conversation around you fading into a soothing hum. As the alphas quieted down, all of you once again started to listen in back into the sleep-inducing podcast that was playing as background noise.

"...'s like a warm hug on a rainy night—the sound of rain. That rhythmic, calming patter that settles your mind, wraps around you, and soothes you into sleep."

"Let the rain fall around you, as soft as a whisper. Let its sound fill the space around you, like a delicate blanket wrapping you in warmth. There’s something so... comforting about rain, don’t you think? Something about it makes the world feel quieter, safer. It’s as though the rain is a friend who comes to sit by your side and say, 'It’s okay. You can rest now. Everything is going to be alright.'"

"Yes, Minho-ssi, I couldn’t agree more. It’s like the rain is giving you permission to let go. To release the weight you carry and just... rest. It’s steady, it’s soft, it’s so predictable. Nothing sudden. No surprises. And you know, there’s something uniquely powerful about that sound for certain listeners, like for the dear omegas listening in."

"Ah, yes. You see, for all of our omega listeners, the rain is more than just a sound. It’s a signal, a cue that tells your body it’s time to relax, time to unwind. There’s a deep connection between the soothing rhythm of rain and your instincts as an omega. It triggers something deeply comforting inside—a safe, nurturing space that your body craves. It’s as if the rain is embracing you, lulling you into that perfect state of calm and peace that is so essential for sleep. Do you know what the cause of this is?"

"Well, I would go forward to think that it has everything to do with evolution. You see, omega brains are particularly sensitive to the environment around them. It’s a part of their biological wiring—this heightened sensitivity to sounds and rhythms. So, when rain falls, its consistency and frequency help to regulate the brain’s natural rhythms, syncing everything together in a beautiful harmony.

And this rhythm is just so lucky, the exact same wavelength as a content alpha's chest rumble. Rain mimics this and causes a natural hormone reaction, as it doesn’t just fill the room with sound—it fills your entire being with a sense of comfort, a reassurance that everything is as it should be. It taps into a deep-rooted need for tranquility, a calmness that is innate to your nature."

"So, as you settle in tonight, close your eyes and let the sound of the rain envelop you. Let the soft patter be a lullaby, a song that invites you into rest. You don’t need to think; you don’t need to worry. Just imagine yourself in a cozy, safe place—maybe in a soft bed, nestled under a thick blanket, with the rain falling just outside your window, as steady as your breath and—"

„What type of sleep-inducing manipulation is this, seriously?” the second eldest interrupted the almost overly sugary voice of the two men, annoyed with the seemingly fake podcast. Nodding along, Hoseok laughed lightly, shaking his head.

„It worked, hyung, look at little princess. Already long since off to dreamland.” Jimin said, his voice fond, contrasting with the disapproving rumbles coming from Yoongi sitting next to him.

Perhaps the alpha was just jealous?

How dare they compare his rumbles and coos to some rain's wavelength? That just felt untrue. His were unmatched by no one else, and certainly not by some ASMR crap, having him huff and cross his arms.

You, on the other hand, didn't know about a thing, your body lying against Jungkook's side from the second he pulled you closer, cute and gentle with you, shushing you whenever you whimpered tiredly, helping you settle. And before you knew it, you were already asleep, not there to listen in to the alphas around you cooing over you fondly.

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You woke up from your second nap that day only a while later, the air in the car still toasty and warm. The van rolled to a gentle stop, the sudden absence of motion rousing you from your light doze.Blinking sleepily, you glanced out the window, where the neon glow of a drive-thru menu flickered in the snowy dusk.

The smell of something warm and savory drifted into the car as Jin lowered his window to place the order after the car just before them slowly drove forward to wait in line. It was the scent of perfumes hanging just by the ordering microphone, meant to purify the outside air to the one in the cars going through. You were hardly at drive-throughs, though, as your family only owned a car for a short period of time when you were still growing up back in Japan.

„Alright, everyone, decide now,” Jin announced, his tone firm but patient. “Please make this easy for me.”

“I’ll have the usual,” Yoongi mumbled from the middle row, barely lifting his head.Hoseok, who was more alert, grinned. “Same here. Get extra fries, hyung.”

Sighing loudly, the eldest turned in his seat. „Yoongi-ah, would you tell me what the usual would be?” This already was stressful enough for the eldest. Laughing at his grumbling, Hobi shook his head at Yoongi's facial expression.

He looked just about done with it all, having growled just the closest to too loud a few seconds ago after he had been so abruptly woken up. He almost woke you up and only stopped his huffs after he remembered the soft-courted omega in the back seat.

„Just the cheeseburger, a medium coke and medium fries with the sweet and sour sauce...please hyung.” He grumbled, just wanting to go back to sleeping. Putting his AirPods back in, he turned the music back on after shuffling the playlist. He should make one for you soon...

Thinking about it for a little second, the alpha created a new playlist, labeling it 'Kitten's' with a cute cat emoji, placing in a few songs he deemed comforting enough, not forgetting to add a few of his own. Choosing a cute photo of you sleeping against him on the couch that he had taken a while back, he smiled gently to himself. He would have to share it with you soon. Did you even use Spotify?

Jungkook perked up beside you, eyes alight with sudden energy. “Oh, hyung, can we get nuggets, too? The kind from the BTS meal!”

Fully awake now, you sat up a little, rubbing at your eye, having Taehyung gently tut at you and pull your hand in his, your fingers interlocking. He swiped your hair from your face, adjusting your earmuffs.

„Oh, babybun, you're awake. Look, baby, we are just getting late lunch. Alphas will get you something; what would you like, bunbun?” The maknae asked, taking your face in both of his hands, his bunny smile shining bright in the sun.

You didn't respond, only shrugging. You haven't been to a McDonald's in a long time. Namjoon sighed but nodded.

“Fine. But we’re not getting ten different sauces.”

“Why not?” Jimin pouted. “Variety is key to happiness.”

“We have sauces at home.”

“That’s something my mom would say, hyung.” Jungkook grumbled, crossing his arms. But Jin ignored them, listing off all of the many orders with practiced ease.

“And for our little cub?” he asked, turning slightly to glance back at you. “What would you like, my sweetheart?” You hesitated, still groggy. Jimin gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“You want something warm, baby cheeks?” Taehyung asked softly. “Or maybe something with rice? They have those Happy Meals, no? Those that are meant for omegas as well?” He said, looking up towards all the other pack members, by the end of his sentence a little puzzled with the current menu.

A while back, when they collaborated with the successful food chain, he remembered the newly introduced, apparently approved, cutely packed meals now newly targeted to omegas too.

The restaurant started to watch more closely over the ingredients placed specifically into those, but they weren't completely foolproof either—the foods were fried and salty and just not too healthy in general. They knew this, of course, but this was the closest drive-through, and because they didn't have their security on them necessarily at all times as of late, after they all voted for wanting a bit more freedom at a risk, they knew eating at a restaurant was definitely out of the question.

Plus, they had you with them. That was already worrying enough.

Your stomach let out a tiny, traitorous growl. Jungkook smirked.

“That sounded like a nugget growl to me.”

“Don’t do this, Kook-ah; you know those would be no good for her tummy.” Namjoon chided, but there was no real heat in his voice. Only protectiveness.

You leaned into Jungkook’s side, peeking up at him. “N-Nuggets sound tasty alpha, can I have some please?,” you murmured, your voice small from sleepiness. You heard the pack members around you suck in a breath at your soft voice, except for the youngest next to you.

„Little pup, alphas are afraid that would be no good for your belly and you'd get sick. Do you understand what I mean? Babygirl, oppa will ask if they are safe for you, okay? Alpha is very sorry, littlest pup.”

The man answered gently, his heart full of guilt at having to say no to you. Sighing as well, Jin's shoulders felt tighter than they did in a while. He felt so sorry for how unfair it has always been for you—just because of your second gender, you couldn't even enjoy a bunch of nuggets.

Leaning through the window again, he closed his eyes in order to not react to the uncomfortably overwhelming perfume-y scent around the metal voice booth.

„May I please ask, I have an omega with me, and I'm worried she will get an upset stomach from the chicken nuggets. Would those be okay for her?”

The static voice responded back in the next moment, the woman worker's tone was professional and respectful.

„Unfortunately they aren't advised to be eaten by omegas, sir. Would you like me to perhaps recommend something else that is on our omega-safe menu?” The alpha nodded subconsciously, saying a strong, 'Yes, please.'

Only now did he notice the part on the menu poster next to the ordering booth in the low right corner, almost fully out of view—a little light blue panel with an 'O' in a circle. A simple phrase stood above the very few options listed, saying, 'We keep our eye on the softest ones.'

Yeah, right... he thought. Only three things were available on the listing.

„For omegas, we usually recommend the sliced apples, the salads without the bacon and sauces, and hashbrowns, and as for drinks, we advise on the unsweetened iced tea with no ice, water, or the apple and orange juices we offer. If you'd like to order some of our classics, such as the nuggets and fries, it's best to only eat them in very small portions.”

The man sighed in annoyance, his brows furrowing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He heard Namjoon next to him doing the same. After asking the worker to wait a little second, he has turned back around to face you, your big eyes staring up at him all cute and soft.

„Peaches, how about the hashbrowns? That sounds okay. We can get you a little sauce to go along with it, hm? And the salads can't be too bad either; how about alphas take those instead as well? Would that make you feel better, my cub? Alpha is so sorry.”

You didn't respond for a second, only shrugging. „You can keep the fries, oppa; I don't mind... I'll just take the salad.” You mumbled, sad that you couldn't get what you craved.

„Oppa is sorry, little cub.”He said gently, both of you sharing eye contact for a small while before you looked away, cuddling closer to Jungkook. Leaning back out of the window, Jin was quick to finish the order. „Alright, may we have the salad with...cub, what would you like? Okay, Alpha will get it for you. ...with the mayonnaise, please. And small nuggets as well. For a drink, could we please get the iced tea, the peach flavor? No ice in that as well, please.”

Thanking the woman, he leaned back into the car, sighing softly. „Is that everyone?” At the noise of agreement, he bit his lip again before turning back to the speaker to confirm the order. The hum of the engine picked up again as the car inched forward in line.Taehyung rubbed a slow, lazy circle into your knee.

“I'm sorry, little cub,” he murmured.Jungkook nuzzled into your hair. “Thank you for listening, honey.” Jimin simply smiled, resting his chin on the back of his seat so he could keep watching you with soft eyes. He too felt sorry for you.

When the food finally arrived, the smell of crisp fries and warm nuggets filled the car, making your stomach grumble again. Namjoon handed out the food in careful order, making sure everyone had their portion before passing you your little box of nuggets, handing the salad box and the drink to the maknae, who held them between his knees for you.

“Eat up, babypup,” he said gently.You picked up one of the warm pieces and took a small bite, feeling instantly better as the warmth spread through you. Jungkook watched you chew, then held out a fry in offering.

“Here, try this one.”

You took it from him, letting your fingers brush, and he grinned. He needed to be careful, not have one of the elders see him sneak you some of the more oily food. Surely if you eat only a bit, you'll be okay.Yoongi, ever observant, smirked.

“Kook, if you keep staring like that, you’ll burn holes through her cheeks.” But he didn't point out you munching on the youngest's meal, knowing well that you preferred their option over your own. But he will allow it only for a bit, he promised himself. He didn't want any harm to actually come your way. He would never let that.

Jungkook made a noise of protest, but Taehyung only laughed, ruffling his hair. “It’s cute.”

Beside you, the man chuckled lowly, his voice velvety in your ear. “Here babycheeks, let me open the ketchup for you. We still have a long ride home.” As the car rumbled forward, warmth surrounded you—through the food, through their touch, through the love filling every small actions.

Leaning close to the alpha next to you, you rested your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. Feeling truly comfortable for the first time in the day you continued munching on the food, content and happy.

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• Chapter 43

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: a slight mention of abandonment

Words: 3222

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashionstyle-blog @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani @iamkookiesforyou @dragonsflare @fangirl125reader @roseidol @frieschan @popcatx0 @liz67900 @exfolitae @plexcaffeinate @strawblueberrys @massivelyfullenthusiast @iimichie @bts-0t-7 @hannahdinse8 @yoongisgirl69

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„But hyung, it would be better if—”

„I know Tae-ah, but she is safe inside,, okay? Don't worry about it. We must focus on the shoot now, for Armies.”

The pack alphaa said resolutely, cutting off the anxious man who fretted over you from a bit away. The staff standing before him just then, a younger woman with a sharp bob haircut, brushed off any snow from his grey puffer jacket, adjusting his fur hat and whatnot.

They were all preparing for the shoot. The cameras were already rolling, but currently the one in the spotlight was the golden maknae, talking to the camera along with Jin and Hoseok, who piped in from time to time. The younger's laugh rang all around.

Taehyung frowned a little. He felt anxious, having you out of his sight. Before he could retort to the pack alpha, the man was ushered away towards the quickly clotting group as another stylist stepped to the younger.

„Taehyung-ssi! Look at your makeup, and the clothes are all snowy too—!” the older woman stressed, her hands wiping gently at his shoulders as she dabbed her sponge on his cheek.

But the alpha was too occupied thinking of you, your soft body curled up somewhere in the tent a few meters his right, where he stared at. Somehow, he just felt protective, wanting you near.

Of course, he knew about your scent settling and lowering to a watery, mellow, near-nothing when you were asleep. You were an omega after all. The cutest, most lovely, sweetest little omega he had yet to meet.

„...ng-ssi!!”

Looking up quickly at the call he only now noticed, he diverted his gaze away from the white tent enveloping your sleeping self. Just a bit above the slope was a staff member, one of the managers of today's shoot, the man standing with a black paper pad with a clip in his arms as he rapidly flipped through many papers.

Only now he noticed that the stylist noona has since walked away too, sometimes in the meantime. Walking towards the man in a few long strides, the manager, another alpha, has already started his rant.

„Taehyung-ssi,, where is your hat? The one you're supposed to have for the photoshoot?” Narrowing his eyes at the idol, he pursed his lips in annoyance. Furrowing his brows in realisation, he thought back to the last time he saw it—placed on the crown of your head in a gentle effort to keep the cold away.

„Sajag-nim—” Before he even got the full sentence out, he was once again interrupted. „I got it! Quickly now, Taehyung-ssi, we are starting soon!” The elder woman rushed out, handing him the soft hat.

The young alpha bit his lip, his eyes closing for a second. You needed to stay warm more than he did; he could take care of himself better. Your body wasn't adjusted to such cold temperatures.

Feeling bad about taking it from you even though you hadn't been wearing it for a while now, the man didn't respond, complying with the stylist telling him to hurry to the photoshoot.

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When you woke up, all around you was warmth, but cold was set deep in your bones. Somehow you weren't able to shake it off, even if you curled closer to yourself.

Your eyes slowly but surely fluttered open, your mind adjusting in awareness of your surroundings. You smelled pack members all around you, but couldn't feel their distinguished warmth.

Did they leave you?

Feeling a sudden realisation that you were alone, your muddled, tired brain tried to make sense of whatever the situation you just found yourself in. Your fist tightened on the fabric under you as you slowly sat up, scooting closer so your shoulder rested against the backrest.

The tent was empty, filled with equipment and a foldable table full of snacks and drinks. You watched the portable heaters flicker as they worked, your stress growing. Where were the alphas?

Your fingers shook lightly, tightly grasping at the soft lamb plush toy, your nose burying itself in the fluffy fabric, breathing in the pack's scent, a soft whimper leaving you in distress.

Not too far off, a good 50 meters at most, the pack huddled close, a few minutes after they had taken all of the photos, first single portraits, then group pictures where they messed around.

Now they were talking to a camera recording them, some of them playfully acting for a cute atmosphere. Hoseok and Yoongi instead stayed in front of the camera, talking about their solo careers and their future plans.

„...as well as a new podcast show... Really Army, please remember we love you and cherish you, and there will be a lot coming soon—”

„Also, my album is coming along great! Please support my music in the future, Army!” Hobi interrupted, laughing at Yoongi's annoyed face. „Please stay warm and don't get sick; the temperatures are cold, and we are all worried about—”

Just then he heard it, distantly but there. Something was wrong. Both of their faces shot up in the tent's direction, almost comically in sync, any of their smiles quickly wiped off, as from somewhere behind them they heard a soft rumble sound.

„Babycheeks—!”

The man cried in a timid whisper, too scared of the cameras picking up his call, the man abandoning the other camera recording them now, rushing towards the tent at a speed only a worried alpha can have. Not to say the others didn't follow, Hoseok only mumbled a dismissive excuse me, before both he and Yoongi took off towards you as well. The rest of the pack members are hurrying just after them.

The first to storm in was the second youngest, the alpha quick to take in the scene—you, sitting in between their jumpers and coats, cheeks puffy and rosy, eyes big and watery. Running to you, he called again softly, „Babycheeks!”

Before he could get anything else out, though, your timid whimper silenced him again, the alpha tunnelling through the busily scattered equipment. By the time his arms picked you up to his chest, all of the pack members surrounded you too, their bodies guarding your sad form, hiding against the young alpha's neck.

He knew he shouldn't have left you on your own. Feeling dreadful with guilt, the man left a peck after peck between your hair, temple, and forehead, his gentle hands petting your temples as he cooed and fretted over you.

„Baby, Alpha is here... Alpha is right here...” he kept on reassuring, hugging you close as you nestled against him. Your occasional sniffles sounded in the protective group as you breathed in their scents, shaky breath after another, one at a time.

„Honey, tell Alpha what's wrong, hm? Alpha will make his babycub all better.” The eldest promised, his knuckles tenderly rubbing at your peachy cheek.

„I—I thought—I thought...” You mumbled out, hiding your face back in Taehyung's neck before you could even tell them, shy about your fear. Soft shuffling sounded as you felt another hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down in comfort as the young alpha watched you from crouching before you.

„Kitten alphas are all worried. Be a good girl now and tell us what's wrong, hm? Oppa promises to make it all better, my baby kitty, but I can only do that if you tell me.”

The gentle voice rumbled from the very bottom of his chest. Just then the tent entrance moved, and into the secluded area of overprotective alphas with a distressed omega they were courting came someone else.

Immediately growls of dissatisfaction sounded, the second youngest, who held you on his lap, turning you impossibly closer to himself, the other pack members clustering even closer, obscuring you from view the best way possible.

A few sets of eyes on the intruder—one of the photoshoot managers and a security member, both of the alphas stopping dead in their tracks as they registered the situation before them.

Always the voice of reason, Namjoon turned towards them fully but didn't dare step away from you. „Sajagnim, please leave us for a while.” His voice was even deeper than you were used to, his hard gaze falling onto the two men.

Neither of them responded for a second, having Jungkook emit another growl full of threat accompanied by the satoori accent: „Ssa i-gara!” Both of them hurried out after bowing profusely, their distant voices sounding as they told someone else, probably another staff member about to enter, that the idols had asked for privacy and that they must not enter for now.

Not all the staff knew about your presence after all. Of course they were a little surprised, seeing the pack members crouch and coo at someone so tenderly. You were still something only a few high-ups knew about fully, something everyone needed to thread around carefully to avoid any mishaps.

While a lot of the staff has seen you on set, when they noticed the VIP lanyard you had securely laced around your neck, nobody dared to give you any trouble—only very few people had the privilege to wear one like that. And so the safest bet was to avoid you, especially considering the hovering gazes anyone who dared to say anything to you got.

It was safe to say that the alphas were protective of you, for whatever reason. And it was none of theirs to know why. Jin sighed, his shoulders loosening a little after the two alphas left. He bit the inside of his cheek, watching you hide closely in the man's chest, feeling worried. You weren't crying anymore, just taking shaky, tender breaths, whimpering whenever Taehyung tried to pull you even a little bit away from being melted against him.

Each time it happened, the alpha was quick to coo at you again, apologising softly, going right back to caressing your hair over and over. Looking around, the eldest was quick to get an idea, gulping down his discomfort with stepping away from you when you obviously needed him.

„Peaches? Look at alpha, baby.” Only after a few tries did you do so, your cute eyes setting on the alpha, bent over as he himself rubbed over your arm. He held a little plate filled with dasik, the small sweet treats of multiple colours.

„Oh, look at that princess! There's pink as well; how about that one?” The younger tried it himself, seeing your interest lower at seeing food. Surely he would be able to get your attention. Taking the little treat in his fingers, Jimin was quick to think on his feet at your hesitation.

They weren't the ones that cooked it for you after all.

Popping the bite-sized, teaful food into his mouth, he made sure to chew for a while longer than he would necessarily need, making eye contact with you as he over-exaggerated how well the sweet tasted. Ignoring the light growl of disapproval of eating something meant for you coming from someone of the group, the alpha continued.

„Oh, it's so good! Tastes just like peaches and strawberries, so sweet and tasty!” At the little movement coming from you, your hand lightly pushing against Taehyung's shoulder to sit up better, the alphas hurried to follow with their efforts.

„Oh, babygirl, do you want to try?”

„What about this one, sunshine? Alpha is sure it's good!”

Letting them persuade you into tasting a sweet treat after another, soon only a few of the dasik were left, and you were sitting, leaning against the older's chest, your hand in the maknae's, who didn't say a thing, his brows furrowed in worry still.

„Now tell alpha baby pup what happened, hm? You were all cute and curled up when we left, little pup. What happened?” The caring pack alpha asked softly after Jin lifted the thermos cup to your lips, having you drink the sweet tea again.

Avoiding the man's gaze, you felt him lift your chin, gently tutting at you. His soft gaze stayed steady on your form.

„...I thought alphas left me.” You whispered softly, your scent still mellow, but even then it smelt more sour than usual.

Not even a second after you told them, Jungkook jumped up, pulling your hand to his chest, his hand tightening its grip on yours.

„Babybun no! Bunny no, no, alphas would never—!”

„Cub, oppas will always stay with you, you know that right? We promised you, remember?” approaching the worrying situation calmly, the eldest trying not to freak out.

„I-I know, oppa, but I woke up—and—yo-you weren't here—and—” You whispered softly, having the pack coo at you again. With a soft thump, you watched the pack alpha quite literally fall to his knees before you, both of his hands rubbing at your knees.

„I know, baby pup, and I'm sorry. I thought we would come by sooner before you woke up. Alpha is very sorry, little pup; please forgive him.” he said, his eyes holding yours.

It wasn't like it was his fault—it was just a misunderstanding. But you nodded softly anyways, whispering a quiet, „It's okay, oppa. It's not your fault.”

The next few minutes were spent with you being held even closer by the two youngest, but soon after the alphas told you about it and you agreed, they left to walk with the staff, leaving you with the maknae line.

Jimin got two more of the sweet, chewy treats into you before you hid away again, and soon after, the staff started to walk through the area again. In the distance, you heard Namjoon talking with the manager again.

The pack alpha came back sooner than later, his fingers combing through your hair again in an almost reflex, gently talking to you.

„Honeypup, we are done with the filming now, and we can go home. How does that sound?” Chuckling at your enthusiastic nod, he continued, „Of course, baby girl. Alphas will take you home right away.”

And that's how you ended up in Jungkook's warm embrace again, the alpha quick to pluck you from Taehyung at the pack alpha's exclamation. The maknae ignored his hyung's annoyed growl and instead lifted you even closer. Holding you with one arm for a few moments, he took off his hat, putting the beanie he stole from Yoongi on you instead, adjusting your fluffy earmuffs so it wouldn't bother you.

„Let's go, bunny. Alpha will carry you.” He said gently, carefully guiding your head to rest against his shoulder, the jacket crinkling underneath your cheek as you breathed in the comforting banana blossom scent he had.

Exciting the tent with the other two maknaes at his heels, the staff hurried all around, packing the equipment and clothes and preparing to leave.With the snow crunching under his feet, the youngest pack member held you close whenever he bowed down to any of the staff for helping them with the shoot, the workers always bashfully returning the respectful thank-yous.

Before you knew it, Taehyung was already pulling the van's doors open, letting you both climb in before he followed, slightly bickering with Jimin over who would get to sit next to you.In the meantime, Jungkook was already securely setting the seat belt around you, gently shushing you when you tried to do it yourself, having you sit in the back with him by the window.

Just when he sat back to also close the security belt around himself, you were quick to fumble with it before you clicked your own open, having the alpha gasp gently.

„Bunbun? You need the seatbelt on, baby” —but you were already moving closer to him before you laid your torso on his lap, your hand holding onto his pant leg, tightly gripping it while your other palm rested against his knee.

„Oh, you just wanted to cuddle, hm...ah, bunnyhop, you'll be the death of me one day.” The young alpha sighed, his hands already pulling you closer, leaning to kiss your head softly, letting his scent linger on you.

With Taehyung finally sitting down as well, the older alpha pulled your legs over his lap, unlacing your fluffy snow boots they got for you not too long ago before he discarded them by their feet.Tenderly rubbing at your feet, he would pet your legs softly, their both comforting scents connecting.

Just then music started through the car, startling you a little at the loudness. Jungkook's palm was quick to cover your ear, facing up; his loud growl accompanied the glare pointed towards Jimin, who hurried to lower the car volume down.

„Hyung!”

„Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, sweetheart!”

He said apologetically, laughing sheepishly at the double flares he received from both the men in the backseat. After the loud radio switched to a different omega-centred radio station, the older alpha climbed back towards the backseats, staying in the middle row where he sat facing the back, his hand wrapping around one of yours as his finger rubbed your knuckles.

Quieting down, all of you listened in to the conversation happening in the podcast, your eyes watching Jimin's hand tattoos.

„...those nights where the air is cool, the lights are low, and outside, there’s that perfect, steady rain. You know the kind—it’s not storming, not rushing. Just a quiet rhythm against the window, like a lullaby for the world."

"Exactly. There’s something about rain at night that feels like the earth is tucking itself in. That soft patter on the roof, the way the streetlights glow against the wet pavement—it’s all so gentle, so rhythmic. I think it’s because rain gives us permission to slow down. When it falls, we don’t feel like we have to rush anywhere."

"That’s true. It’s almost like nature’s way of saying, ‘Hey, just be still for a while.’ And there’s comfort in that. Some people love the sunshine, and I do too, but there’s a special kind of peace in listening to the rain while you’re curled up under a blanket with a warm drink."

"Yes, and it’s such a universal experience. No matter where you are in the world, there’s a moment when the rain falls just right, and you feel that deep sense of calm. To anyone listening right now, if you’re hearing the rain outside, just take a moment to breathe it in. Let it wash over you, like a soft melody, easing you into rest."

"And if it’s not raining where you are, maybe just imagine it. A quiet evening, the steady sound against the window, the feeling of safety and warmth. Let that thought be enough to carry you into a peaceful sleep..."

The car doors clicked open, cold air entering the slowly heated area. Outsider voices from somewhere further away could be heard too.„Drive safe, we will see you tomorrow!” Calling out loud: „Yes, thank you! You too, Sajagnim!” Yoongi was already half in the car, the other alphas also piling in after cooing at your gentle form. Finally taking you in, the second eldest too fretted over you.

„Well, at least the kitten is all cozied up. Should we go home, kitty? What do you say? Take a little nap now, my good girl; alphas will take you home.”

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• Chapter 42

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: Very slight mentions of self worth

Words: 3309

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You nodded a little unsurely, avoiding the man's gaze as he watched you oh so fondly. Somehow, even after all of the appreciative words and comforting times, you had yet to see whatever they saw—you were just so ordinary.

Of course, you knew how to paint and draw and had a deeply embedded talent filling your soul. Whenever your old pack would go out of their way to remind you that you as an omega had first of all no right to, and second of all no use to studying, especially not in an university, your crying sessions which ended with you sniffling yourself to sleep, had you endlessly reminding yourself of what you truly believed - should one skin you of your soft body, tissue, bones and all, and your soul was to be left exposed, it would cry in need and want to create.

But never did it in your mind shimmer. Never did it glimmer like a starry night, never did it exceed any of those surrounding you.

Yes, you felt a connection to art of all kinds, one that was difficult to explain to anyone lacking it, but that was about all that was interesting about you. And so you couldn't help but wonder, what was it that the pack saw in you? What made them want to keep you around, help you heal, nourish, and protect that fragile body left to perish oh so long ago?

You sighed softly, wanting to forget this inner monologue and focus on what was around—looking up, you noticed the once brightly smiling alpha just before you, his chin jutted out against his winter jacket collar, his gaze kind and unwavering.

„Princess?”

He called softly, the man's hand reaching out to caress your arm. You could feel the warmth even under all the layers the pack claimed you needed to wear so you wouldn't get cold in the environment.

You remembered the light scolding of one of the alphas in the morning, going along the lines of,: Bub, the resort will surely be windy and cold; you should wear this as well, please, sunshine... Yes, of course we will keep her warm Kook, but that's besides the point! Please, Sunnybub, just wear the other shirt too, hm? Should Alpha scent it for you? Would that feel better?

You smiled softly at the memory, leaning in closer to the gentle man before you. Letting your arms wrap around his clothed torso, you allowed your weight to lean onto him, having Jimin gasp in surprise, quickly catching you while he stumbled back.

„Wait—sweetheart—!” he yelped as he tried to regain his balance on the slippery slope. Before either of you could fall, the alpha felt a hand on his back as he finally stood strong and tall (within his options, of course), allowing him to take on the soft weight of your body as you cuddled closer, seeking his warmth and comfort.

„Yah, Jimin-ah, you aren't letting kitten fall, are you?” He heard a deep, unsatisfied rumble behind him as Yoongi let go of him, adjusting the hat that belonged to Taehyung on your head as he calmly caressed your hair. Briskly turning to look at the older alpha, he was quick to whine in annoyance—it was embarrassing enough already that he stumbled.

Yes, they stood on a slippery hill covered in snow; yes, your clothes and his were just a bit too smooth to actually take a grip on; and yes, you did it unexpectedly—but he was an alpha, and you were his courted omega. He was always meant to have you rely on him.

„Hyung-!!” Yoongi chuckled as he continued on his way up the hill a bit further where their photoshoot was meant to take place, catching up to the eldest alpha who was making his way up but turned backwards to the slope so he kept watch over both you and Jimin.

You sighed softly as you rested your cheek on the young alpha's collarbone, breathing in his scent—but all the layers were in the way. Whimpering a little, you grasped his other shoulder, giving the surely expensive corduroy jacket a tug.

„What's wrong, sweetheart? Hm? Tell Alpha Princess; he will make it all better.” He said as he crouched a little to view your face, his fingers hidden in gloves finding your cheeks as they rubbed them for comfort. „C-Can't smell alpha...” you whispered shyly, looking away.

Chuckling softly, Jimin was just quick to hug you closer. „Aigoo, you're so cute! Ah, you'll give alpha a heart attack, princess!” The man gasped as he hugged you even closer, his chin tucking you close to his neck, though not much of it was exposed. After a few moments when he cooed and comforted you, the alpha was quick to unzip just the little top of his jacket, allowing the honey-like skin on his throat to peek through.

Hugging you close, he allowed one of his hands to find purchase on the back of your head, guiding you near as he sighed in content, your cheek resting against the bright warmth he brought with. Breathing in the soft vanilla blossoms with something slightly muskier, you allowed yourself to calm down lightly, any doubts abandoning you. With Jimin's chin carefully running over the top of your head, the alpha scented you softly before you were both interrupted.

A spray of coldness hit just your fingers resting against the alpha's shoulder and collarbone when a loud splosh sounded. Gentle white surrounded you all as you heard the soft giggles and laughs from only a little below you. Gasping and whimpering softly in shock, you felt the alpha's arms tighten around you protectively, the man surprised, not expecting the harsh cold just at the back of his neck when he was oh-so-carefully scenting you like the most tender alpha in the entire world.

Growling from the very bottom of his chest, his head whipped around, his arms tucking you even closer as another snowball hit his cream jacket, the snow breaking and cascading down his back like some kind of waterfall.

„Jeon Jungkook! Who do you think you are?!” He growled, the alpha pissed as the harsh satoori which sometimes comes back to came out in full force. The only response he got was another snowball, this time breaking against his shoulder, crunching against him. Only louder laughter responded as you peeked a little around the alpha's body, his scent agitated even through all the layers.

The maknae seemed to not be at all too worried about the clearly very annoyed alpha, seemingly having the time of his life as he bent to make another snowball quickly. „Don't you dare throw another—”

Before the growl could sound fully, the attack was already launched; this time it missed Jimin, though, landing dangerously close to your right, almost hitting you. Laughing louder, Jungkook was quick to egg the older on, not even reacting to the loud growl the man emitted.

„Hyung, let's play!”

He called happily, two snowballs in his arms as he carried a third, aiming at the said man. Giggling to yourself, you were quick to crouch down as well, making a little snowball yourself, ready to counterattack when the youngest finally would throw, in the meantime hiding behind the older's legs.

At the sound of your soft laugh of pure excitement, the alpha's anger was ever so slightly lifted. Yeah, he was worried about you getting a full blow to your face, knowing the discomfort was real, and you growing cold and sick and—

Standing up quickly, you threw towards the youngest alpha, both of you laughing in glee as you got a partial hit, the man dodging quickly as he soon started to attack you back—but careful to only hit just about your waist down. He was playing, but he didn't actually want you to get cold.

Throwing another snowball at him, you watched as Jungkook slowly but surely started to ascend, step by step, going through all of your attacks. You laughed so much you could hardly breathe as you bent down over and over to make more snowballs as quick as possible, a still lightly annoyed Jimin standing a few ways back where he finally himself started to play too after you softly called, „Jiminie oppa, quick! Before alpha gets here—!!”

Even through both of your attacks, the youngest slowly but surely climbed up the snow hill you were standing on, laughing loudly at any of the snow covering him, shaking it off quickly. And just as he was about a few meters in front of you, you abandoned the snow, gasping happily as you tried your best to run up towards the set.

Getting only a few steps uphill, you felt Jungkook closer and closer, both of you gasping for air through the soft giggles and laughs before the alpha's arms finally looped around your tummy, the man quick to lift you up and spin you in the air. Holding you close, you let your hands rest on the alpha's shoulders, kicking your legs a little in protest to being caught, both of you teetering to no end.

Just then another snowball hit, the maknae's legs getting a shower of snow as you heard a call from somewhere lower down the slope. „Kook-ah, let babycheeks go, or there will be a war!” followed by another snowball when the youngest refused to set you down. At the slightly older alpha's exaggerated war cry followed by the crunching of snow, you watched from the distance as Taehyung started to run up the hill towards you three.

Jungkook set you down gently, laughing softly alongside you as his lips cast a soft kiss on your forehead. „Babybun, I must leave you to war. But fear not, my baby—I will come home soon with victory!” He overplayed, squeezing your fingers as he laughed softly, himself screaming in mock fight as he turned and ran downwards towards Taehyung.

Jimin, quick for revenge, started running after him, tackling the youngest pack member into the plushy snow before he even got to the other alpha making his way up the steep. You watched on as they battled playfully in the snow, play fighting with occasional fake growls and battle cries.

„...b! Cub! Come quick to alpha!”

Looking up towards the quickly growing set, you noticed the eldest, his arms waving in the air as he tried to get your attention for, in his opinion, far too long. You quickly nodded, letting out a soft laugh once again as you hurried along the walked-through trail towards the oldest alpha, who was quick to outstretch his arms in your direction as you approached.

Hugging you close, you let Jin scent the top of your head covered by that hat, leaning in close to his wide shoulders. Softly rubbing the top of your back, the man smiled at you fondly but frowned quickly when he noticed the snow in your hair.

„Aish, peaches, you'll get a cold like this! Come here, let alpha help baby cub...” he fretted, his now gloved hands rushing to brush off any of the snow coating you from Jungkook's vicious attacks.

Taking your hand in his, the alpha adjusted the lanyard around your neck, caressing your cheek. „Come, cub, there are some warm drinks you can have. Are you hungry, baby?” Softly you shook your head. „I had the pas-tries, remember oppa?” You said, as the older lead, you carefully guided through the group of staff. „Okay honey... But you must say if you get hungry okay cub? Alphas will be eating after the photoshoot.”

There was another set-up tent up here as well, but it was much smaller than the one by the parking lot. Ushering you in, the man gently rubbed your back. „Come on, cub, quick, quick...” He said, both of you thanking the staff that held the plastic open for you both to hurry inside.

The air was once again warmer, but mostly scentless, comforting you. You made sure to not look into anyone's eyes, but immediately you noticed Yoongi's smell, the man resting against a foldable chair in his heavy jacket and all, looking as if he were sleeping.

Quick to walk over to him, you successfully avoided colliding with one of the photographers rushing past you, coming closer to the older. Before you even had time to speak, his eyes opened just a tiny bit, just enough for him to see you.

„Kitty?” he gruffly mumbled, one of his hands going out of his pockets to take yours into, the man pulling you closer. Gently guiding you to sit on his lap sideways, your back angled to face the bustling workers, the man didn't say much after that, having you settle on your own in his arms, your head resting close to his chest. His jacket was partially left open, allowing his scent to seep through, comforting you.

As you sighed in content, the alpha's hands rubbed over your back and held your hand, feeling him scent you carefully; you closed your eyes.

„Nap a bit, little kitten... Alpha will be here when you wake up... Don't you worry about a thing,” he mumbled softly to your ear, his lips gently pecking your temple after he took off the little hat, his nimble fingers brushing through your soft hair.

The man himself allowed his mind to slip into the comfort and calmness of sleep, closing his eyes once again, feeling fulfilled with you, his courted omega, resting against his chest, warm and peaceful.

Just perfect.

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You didn't know how much time had passed before you were awoken, a gentle rumble against your warm cheek, as you felt a mellow touch against your head.

„..ke up, little one, hm? Baby pup, alpha has something for you that will make you feel all nice and warm. How about that…? Come on, little pup... There you are...” Your eyes fluttered open, settling on the crouched figure just before you—Namjoon.

The pack alpha watched you kindly like always, one of his hands tightly laced with yours while his other was petting your hair in a soft caress. His cheeks showed the deep dimples you got the pleasure of seeing from time to time as he smiled at your sleepy, cute form.

Pulling you to sit up, the alpha you nested against, Yoongi, gently tutted at your whines, easing you forward when you went to try and turn towards his chest, seeking the comfortable warmth again. „No, no, no kitten ... I know, baby, I know, but listen to your pack alpha now.” He said, a soft pat landing at the side of your hip in warning.

Your eyes found Namjoon's again. Only now did you notice the black thermos he held. „Sit up better, pup... There you go, good girl.” He praised you when you allowed the older to adjust you against his knees, his hands finding purchase just around your waist, still holding you close.

Pouring you the cup of the warm liquid, the alpha felt himself almost preen at the thought of you being warmed up, protected, and comfortable enough to go to sleep even outside of their home. He blew on the cup for a few long moments, making sure the sides wouldn't hurt you as he pulled your sleeves to form cute sweater paws in order to protect you from burning yourself.

„There, now don't let it drop, okay, baby pup...? It's fruit tea; it should be nice and sweet for our little omega. How does that sound?” Chuckling at your excited nod, he blew on it for you again, his hands covering yours as he held the cup with you, the man's thumbs softly caressing your knuckles. Finally, he allowed you to take a little sip, watching over your reaction, smiling widely when you nodded at the taste in satisfaction.

„Baby pup, we must go and do our photoshoot now, 'kay? Do you want to stay with alphas and watch or rest here for a while longer?” He said, one of his palms now caressing your knees.

You still felt quite tired, and so after you mumbled about wanting to go back to sleep, having them both laugh, the man stood up again, kissing your forehead. „Okay, my pup. Let's set you up a little spot then, hm? That sounds good.” You nodded slowly, having Yoongi leisurely slide you off his lap, Namjoon's hand quickly grabbing yours after the older also took the now empty thermos cup, screwing it on.

Leading you further to the corner where the small resting area was located, the pack alpha scooted two of the foldable chairs together so they created a little longer seat. Just then another pack member came to, having you look up after you recognised his scent.

„Oh Sunny, you cutie, did you sleep well?” You nodded, yawning, having the alpha smile at you. „You want to sleep some more? Here, how about we put some of alpha's scent around you, little sunshine?” Hobi said, cleverly thinking as he placed on the seat one of his sweaters he tried on before, but the stylists decided that they preferred a different one for the photoshoot.

Laying it down on the little place, the pack alpha placed his open jacket down there as well, the interior fully fluff-lined, feeling comfortable to touch. Quick to pick you up, the oldest alpha of the bunch gently lowered you down against the soft makeshift den they made for you, wrapping you up in the jacket.

With the comfort companion right next to your cheek, it really did feel almost as if the alphas were all around you if you closed your eyes and thought about it hard enough. Curled up tightly, you watched with tired eyes as Namjoon placed another jacket over you, this time almost fully hiding you from sight.

Yeah, they would be just outside the tent, but nothing was bad about being cautious even if this was all their well-trusted staff around. They wouldn't take any risks when it came down to you.

Sighing softly, Yoongi allowed his wrist gland to scent you as he carefully petted your back, gentle and sweet. Hoseok did the same, for a while holding your hand, which felt a little too cold in his opinion, making sure to tuck it under their scented clothes after. With the pack alpha crouched before you, he watched you carefully as he pecked your forehead from time to time, reminding you of his presence.

„Please, everyone to the set!”

Calling back that they'll be there soon, Hoseok turned back to you as he gushed over you. „Sunny, we will be just outside, okay? If anything, you can come right to us, or call, and alphas will come running to you.” It wasn't even a joke; they all knew that they would be extra cautious to listen to their surroundings should even the littlest whine leave you.

„Alphas will take care of you, little kitten, always and forever... Now rest your little eyes and sleep tight.” The alpha softly said, also tired. He enjoyed his nap with you, safe to say.

„Baby pup, stay here if you can, okay? And if anything goes wrong, you come find alphas right away, okay, little pup? Can you do that for me?” You nodded a little, your mind clouded with sleep.

Leaving a little kiss on the tip of your nose at your answer, the pack alpha gently rubbed your shoulder. „Thank you, little one. Now sleep tight, okay? Alpha loves you.”

He whispered the last part, his voice soft and gentle in a way you had yet to hear. Leaving his scent on you one last time, the alphas slowly walked away, having you rest practically reeking of them. And with the growing quietness of the world surrounding you, you slipped to dreamland once again.

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Welcome back! I had no idea it has been a year since u last posted a chapter

Yep it's been a while! It's been definitely a year since I've been uploading regularly, but I'll try and get back to it. I missed you all!

Peace and love :9

#bts fanfic #snow angel #bts

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• Chapter 41

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers

Warnings: none !

Words: 3382

A/N: Thank you for all of your sweet messages. Everything is okay, I'm just more tired than usual. But I'll try and update soon again (sooner than almost two years that is sorry). Be kind to yourself, 🩷❄️🪽

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The drive was smooth, having Yoongi as the driver, the said man paying close attention in the traffic. Seoul was always busy, it seemed, and so the minivan took its sweet time going through the many roads.

As soon as they left the main city, driving through a more secluded area of snowy nature, your attention was no longer on the movie you tried to watch. Jungkook especially enjoyed it, it seemed, as the young alpha giggled and would tell you about fun facts connected to it. The one that sparked your attention the most was when he told you a small story about one of the actresses in the Hollywood film—she used to be a professional in kickboxing, yet after a big injury, she took on a completely different job as she became a successful stuntwoman and actress.

The soft music played throughout the speakers in the car as the packalpha fidgeted with a few of the controls on the touchscreen, finally settling for one of the omega-centred radio stations after the second oldest grumbled and threatened about falling asleep at the last one Namjoon chose.

The pack was calm, occasional chatter ringing through the large car. Jimin, the alpha sitting just in front of you in the middle of the row before yours, turned to you suddenly, a soft look in his eyes as he took in your form—soft cheeks barely visible in the puffer jacket, your fingers hidden behind the sleeves...you looked comfortable, just as any omega should.

„Princess, tonight some of us are doing a VLive; is that okay? Alpha wants to spend time with you, but he must talk to the Armies too.” The young man whispered, his arm reaching over the seat as his knuckles brushed against your blushy skin.

„You can still stay with the other alphas, cub; don't worry!” The eldest alpha was quick to reassure you, noting your unsure gaze. „And it won't be for too long anyway, hm? Just before we go to bed, okay princess…?” The alpha whispered, not only trying to reassure you but also himself.

You nodded softly, having the man sigh out gently. He wasn't too sure if you'd throw a fuss over him and probably one or two others taking longer to finally settle into (hopefully) another cute nest you'd make for them. Jimin wanted to spend time with his fans; he loved every second of doing so, but now that you'd entered their lives like a snowstorm, they were mostly concerned with you and your well-being.

As you looked out of the window, you gasped softly, having a few of the alphas look and swiftly turn around to look at you, as if there should be any danger—only to be met with your big, star-struck eyes looking out of the window as you almost fully leaned over Hobi's lap to see better.

The huge mountain range just before you rippled through the cold winter air, the snow covering the nature as it just came into view after the car drew up the high hill—it looked beautiful.

You never had much time at all to go skiing or even into winter resorts like the one you were all going to now, but you were excited. „It's pretty huge, isn't it, peaches?” The alpha before you whispered softly, his fond eyes stuck to your adorable expression, his heart aching—he just wanted you to stay this happy forever.

„Pup, sit up properly... alphas will get worried otherwise.” The pack alpha strictly said, watching you in the rearview mirror, just about to click his tongue again when you finally sat back up, sharing a short gaze with the intimidating man.

You couldn't watch the movie any longer, saying a soft „So-rry Kookie oppa...” after the man tried to get your attention again with it, and you watched out of the window instead.

Just as you started to get a bit antsy with how long the journey seemed to be taking, the older alpha to your right was quick to jump in, both of you giggling as you created a creative and funny-looking photo for an Instagram story of Jin before you, the said alpha asleep as Hobi cleverly leaned forward to snap a weird-angled photo of him before he sat with you, laughing louder and louder at each sticker you placed in the Instagram app.

You didn't post it, though, saving it to his gallery instead as the alpha mumbled, „Jin Hyung would kill us if we'd let Army see this!” making you giggle softly and nod along.

And before you knew it, the car was already slowing down, as Yoongi drove it towards the parking lot where you could already see many of the staff members with all sorts of equipment—cameras, different clothes on many racks, makeup stations, and all sorts of other things.

„Okay... Let's see about this...“ the second eldest mumbled to himself as he drove near the lifting barrier, letting the window go down to talk to the staff member and one of the security members Hybe had hired. It took only a second before they were allowed an entry, though, so the pack was quick to park.

With the youngest helping you out, you held his hand tightly as you all stepped amongst the snowy nature surrounding you. You felt slight worry cloud the back of your mind at the number of foreign scents around, and your other hand reached out to grasp the alpha's clothed shoulder, the man quick to look down from listening in to a nearby conversation Namjoon was having with another security guard.

„Babybun? What's wrong? Alpha is right here, hm?” He said softly, his hands running up and down your sides in comfort. You didn't respond, letting only a soft crease between your brows set at the slight unease of everything.

„Babycheeks? Here, look what I have taken for you, baby angel...” The other alpha was quick to flank you both as you unsurely looked around at the big number of people. With Taehyung taking your soft hands in his, he crouched before you, a big boxy grin on. He had just the thing that would surely make you feel better.

Just then you noticed one of the comfort companions they had gotten you a while back, the soft plush black lamb the alphas were so careful to scent for you. At your soft whimper, the alpha was quick to hand it over, your hand grasping it to yourself as you breathed in the pack's comforting scent. Leaning your head on the older alpha's shoulder, you watched as more and more staff approached all of you, leading the alphas towards one of the makeshift tents.

„Come on, kitty, let's go now. You can stay with alpha, hm?” You nodded at the man who came back from one of the stylists trying to usher him along, taking your hand in his as Jungkook combed his hands through your hair, his scent lingering as he left a small peck on your temple.

The snow underneath crunched comfortingly as you tucked the lamb into your pocket along with your hands, holding it tight in your fingers so it wouldn't slip out. Somehow you felt shy with all of the unknown people around; should they see your comfort companion... Or were you protective over it? You couldn't tell.

„Here, this is for the young miss...” An older man said as he rushed past the pack alpha, who walked only a few steps before you and Yoongi, handing the man a black lanyard with a card hanging from it, similar to the one he wore.

The pack alpha thanked her, bowing softly as he turned to you, smiling with his dimples showing. „Here, little pup, wear this so the alphas don't have to worry, hm?” You breathed softly as Namjoon placed the item around your neck, carefully pulling your hair out from being trapped underneath the tag as he smiled at you comfortingly.

You took a look at the plastic card, noticing the simple BTS logo on a black background. Flipping it over, you read the tag: VIP; Member of close family/friends; All entries permitted;

„Don't lose it, 'kay, kitten? And keep it on for today, little kit.” The man from next to you mumbled as he adjusted the fluffy earmuffs, as he allowed his chin to rub against your head a few times, scenting you.

The pack alpha rubbed at your back as you looked at the snow below you whenever any staff member would pass by, too afraid of making eye contact.

The older alpha laced your fingers with his as you all made your way to the large tent set up by the Hybe staff, one of whom very kindly opened it for you all.

As you entered the bustling place, you were immediately met with warmth caused by the propped-up portable heaters all around the makeshift room. Even as many people hurried around it, you noticed that their smells weren't as overbearing as they were outside, since here it was just the staff, which was always required to wear scent blockers, and the air had been purified since the early morning. The lot, on the other hand, has usually been visited by many people, which, of course, weren't required to be scentless as they went to ski, and even if the resort has been closed off for today due to the photoshoot, all the mingling scents just lingered.

The first alpha you noticed as you carefully and warily looked up around the place, still worried about making eye contact with any strangers, was Jimin. The man was standing by a seemingly different section in the large tent as he waited patiently for three of the stylists around him to hand him over all of the clothes he would be wearing for the photoshoot.

At your scent, he looked up, your soft strawberries just then around, having the alpha smilinh widely, his eyes adorably almost disappearing. Before you could hurry to greet him, the older alpha holding onto you tightly stopped you as he crouched down before you.

„Kitten? Please listen to Alpha now, for only a little while, baby, okay? ...good. Kitty, you must always stay by one of your alphas now, okay? You're safe here, but I don't want you to be all on your own. Be a good girl now and always stay close.”

You nodded, whispering a soft, „I wi-ll oppa...” as he rubbed his thumbs over your knuckles, holding your smaller hands in his. Standing up and sighing at the cracks of his knee joints, Yoongi leaned closer, his chin tucking your face underneath his as he let his scent turn into calm pheromones.

„Yoongi-ssi, please come to change your attire for the photoshoot!” he heard one of the staff members call out as he nodded along, acknowledging them. Before he left you, he made sure to take you to some other pack member, mumbling about you being careful not to trip on any of the wires and such on the floors as he pulled you along towards the alpha closest, already sitting by a set-up makeup station where two stylists paid attention to his good looks.

„Cub? Come spend some time with alpha, hm?” Jin smiled at you, holding your hand as Yoongi mumbled a soft, „I'll just be behind that curtain if you need anything, kitty; you just call. Alpha is always around.” Then he left, taken along by an older smiling woman who handed him the warm winter clothes.

You nodded softly, letting the eldest gently guide you between his knees as he gently pulled you to sit just at the edge of them. At your soft whine of worry that you will be in the way of the quickly working makeup artists, the young girl softly giggled and whispered, „It's okay, I can work around you well,” settling your worries.

She seemed like a kind lady, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her dark eyes focused as she applied some makeup product to the back of her hand, warming it up with a dense sponge before she gently angled your alpha's face to apply it.

Jin wore a different outfit than he did when he left the house with you all after the early swimming break. Now he was clothed as if he was about to scale the tallest mountain in the world and still look like a model whilst doing so.

The oldest pack member wore a very soft, cashmere sky blue sweater with cream white corduroy trousers. The same shade was the crinkly puffer he wore to go with it, and his snow boots were a combination of cream and brown. To top it all off, the man had been handed another soft scarf with occasional brown stripes.

He smiled gently as you admired his nice looks, untying his scarf quickly to drape it around you, giggling loudly as he wrapped your face tight so that only your nose and eyes were visible. Quick to snap a photo of you, the alpha called to the other pack member, who just sat down at another makeup station after changing as well, laughing. „Look at cub Hobi-ah, it's like the Tutanchamon has crawled from his tomb!” Turning to watch you both, the man clapped loudly as he also smiled and giggled, while you whined, shrugging the tightly laced garment off.

Jin let his hands wrap around your waist, watching you fondly as his scarf laid around your neck normally, your chin hidden within the fabric. You smiled as you noticed the bracelet you'd made for him, a combination of silver and pink with a few cute charms on his wrist. There was a little microphone, a star, a tiny llama, and a small flower. The alpha had thanked you profusely earlier in the morning, telling you that you were 'the clever-est little omega he had yet to meet and that he would wear it forever.'

You watched as the hairstylist curled his dark brown hair to part in the middle, hairspray applied occasionally but never in your direction so it wouldn't bother you. The pretty lady who did his makeup was applying eyeshadow with a brush, blending one of the colours from a different palette to another in a practiced ease. As she set the eyeshadows down, you inched closer to touch the product yourself but didn't dare to make the move, feeling too shy.

Just then you noticed another two of the pack members taking a seat, as Jimin and Taehyung appeared from behind the curtains chatting about something in a comfortable mood. Beckoning you over, the younger was quick to spread his arms out in an awaited hug after he met your soft gaze.

Quick to say, „I'm going to oppa now...!” as Jin opened his eyes in alert from resting against the headrest, feeling comfortable with you in his arms, but suddenly moving, the older let you climb off as he hastily said, "Careful, you eager beaver!” his brows furrowing a little as you stumbled. But Hoseok was quick to catch you, his hand holding yours to help you gain your balance. He tutted at you softly, but you were already in Taehyung's embrace before he could get too far with it.

The alpha picked you up, holding you to his chest as he raked his fingers through your hair, sitting down along with you, settling you on one of his knees with your legs dangling between his own. He wore a comfortable outfit just like Jin, yet he had subtle changes—his white jacket was much longer, going over to his knees, and he wore baggy joggers instead. And as his hairstylist asked him to kindly take off his woollen bucket hat, the alpha was quick to comply and pluck it right onto your head, adjusting your earmuffs.

You just held onto his palm tighter, slowly adjusting to all of the scents and people you didn't know around you. You felt comfortable and safe with the alphas all around you—Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi, along with now Yoongi as well—were all sitting either to your left or right, getting their makeup done and hair curled and styled.

In the mirror before you, you noticed Namjoon standing next to a different staff member, explaining something to him hastily, but he also wore the white-toned winter outfit they all seemed to be sporting for the photoshoot.

And Jungkook's smell was noted as being just behind one of the curtains as well, where the alpha was just changing. He was careful and considerate, his scent more calming (quite frankly, just like all of the pack members around you); the youngest worried about you dropping on them. But you were doing well today; the staff members were either not talking to you or greeting you with small bows you hastily returned.

Taehyung's makeup stylist, an older woman, worked quickly and well; his base makeup was already applied in less than a few minutes. She smiled at you kindly, not making a scene when you sat so close to the alpha. Holding the comfort companion close to yourself, you breathed in the pack's scents, finding comfort in them when you knew you couldn't lean to the alpha's scent gland, too worried you'd be in the way and get screamed at—even when you knew that wouldn't happen.

When the younger man handed you his phone to play on, you thanked him softly. All his games were boring, though, and so after you asked for his permission to download a different one, the alpha lent you his thumb to go through the touch ID needed for the App Store. Soon after, you were playing a cute baking game, with Tae choosing whichever treat you should make next when you couldn't decide: „Oh, the cake looks so adorable, babycheeks! How about you try that next time?”

After a while, the first few were ready to have their photos taken, Jin coming closer to you as he crouched down by your feet, smiling at you: „Shall we go take some photos now, cub? See the pretty view, baby peaches?” as he rubbed his knuckles over your cheeks. You nodded, letting the younger man help you slide off his lap after you gave him his phone back. You could keep the little hat for now, he thought. At least you'd be nice and warm.

Taking your hand in his, you held onto the eldest as he led you out of the warm tent, the cold air hitting you both as you walked out. Bright sun shone onto the sparkling whites around you as you allowed the alpha to tie his scarf around you even tighter, tucking it so none of your neck would be exposed.

„There, all warm now peaches. Let's go up, hm? Other alphas will come by soon; don't worry.” he said comfortingly as you begrudgingly took a step along with him.

The air was once again filled with all kinds of different scents, making you stick close to the man, his arm softly rubbing circles on your back to calm you. You both followed the many staff members going up from the parking lot to the end of the nearest ski trail, next to the ski lifts. They all carried a camera, a light, or something else, and Jin led you carefully over their already walked-through path.

You climbed a few meters upward the ski slope, and as you both turned to look onto the pretty view below, you felt at peace. The wind blew softly, carrying the overwhelming scents away, calming you slightly. The nature below was stunning, pure, and fresh. Looking towards the tents again, you could hear Jimin giggle and laugh from over here, as the said man rushed towards you both.

With the eldest alpha's scent surrounding you, you laughed yourself as one of the youngest came bounding to you both, his arms wrapping around you as he spun in the snowy nature, your face safely tucked by his neck. Before you could get too dizzy, he stopped, though, carefully setting you down above him, so should you fall, he would be there to catch you.

Hugging you close, he whispered gently: „Alpha loves you, sweetheart; never forget that.” giggling softly, letting his nose caress yours in a soft bunny-kiss after he noted the cute blush warming your cheeks.

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