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Twin flames. Like candles dancing in the wind.

That's what they were now. Two halves of one whole that had never been intended to be seperated.

That would die if they ever were again.

...

Time moved differently now, as if they had entered some alternative dimension where the two of them existed. Where it was only him and only Jungkook and nothing could come between them. Where all he could feel was the strong beat of the other's heart playing against his own. Where all he knew were hands on his thighs and lips pressed against his scent gland and soft whispered promises.

As if their broken, shattered pieces had been swept together in a pile and they had somehow been reformed without bothering to first find which shards belonged to who.

Because he was made up entirely of Jungkook. Filled to the absolute brim with him. With his love.

Teeth sunk into pale flesh, and he canted his neck to provide more space, whimpering out at the harshness of it. At the fact that it had been placed in the wrong spot - too high, not deep enough to be a true mating mark. Sure, it would probably scar, the sharp edges having broken the skin and drawn blood. But it wasn't enough.

"Alpha." He wasn't still in heat. He wasn't. It had been two days. The longest any of the phantom half heats he'd ever been forced to experience had lasted. Yet he felt it. Felt the warmth wash over him in waves. Like all it had needed was a tiny little spark to ignite. "I think I'm -"

"Mm, alpha can smell it baby." That was so -

Embarrassing. He had never been particularly ashamed of his body or the ways that it was different. Had never really viewed it as some sort of weakness.

Yet he had always chosen to keep it a secret, hidden away from most of the members.

Jimin would understand. But then again, Jimin always understood everything. You could literally roll his most prized possession off of a cliff after lighting it on fire and he would just smile and say it was alright.

Yoongi had always known. During those earliest days it had been almost impossible to hide. All of them seemed totally and completely comfortable just stripping down and walking around in their boxers. Except for him.

And except for Yoongi - even if it hadn't been for the same reasons. Somehow, that made it okay. Made him feel better. Like he didn't have to complete that one ritual to fit in.

Hoseok, realistically, probably already knew. He was just intuitive like that. Always seemed to know everything before they even told him. Never seemed even the least bit surprised when a secret was finally revealed. And the truth was, he probably wouldn't care either - partially because his beta nature meant that omega's just weren't as alluring, but that was also just who Hoseok was.

No, it would be Namjoon and Taehyung that would cause the issue, despite the reasons being different.

Sure, they may have managed to break Namjoon of his bad habits when it came to his attitude towards omegas - not entirely, though, as they had all unfortunately learned. They were really going to have to work on that - but it was still no secret that he viewed them as less than. Lowered on the proverbial totem pole than alphas. Betas were completely useless and therefore didn't even earn a spot.

He could still remember the look on Hoseok's face when he had learned that little piece of information. And the hour long lecture that had followed.

Yet omega's came in different styles.

There were female omegas who were, according to Namjoon's messed up hierarchy, the only normal ones. Next came males - the ones who managed to keep their parts in tact. One's like Seokjin fell somewhere around the ground - or more like, in the ditch the alpha would have dug just to manage to place them further beneath him.