Collision

Chapter 109

It wasn't long until Jimin and Hoseok came stumbling inside, sweat dotting their foreheads and breathing a bit laboured. Taehyung perks up, tossing his sketchbook aside as Jimin comes barreling over and plops himself in Taehyung's arms.

Yoongi chuckles as they fall back against the couch in a tangle of limbs and bright colored hair. Hoseok walks over, settling next to Yoongi at a much lower pace and greeting Dal with a soft whisper and a touch.

"She seems to be doing well," Hoseok comments.

"Out like a rock," he admits, grinning smugly.

"Sounds like someone else I know," Jeongguk says, pushing himself from the chair next to Namjoon and sriding over. Yoongi glances up, admiring his beautiful Omega as he kneels in front of Yoongi and smiles warmly at Yoongi and Dal. "She sleeps with you the best. Like you guys are sleeping soulmates."

"She just knows the best sleepers," Yoongi retorts. "You're the one who fell out of the bed yesterday."

"One time!" Jeongguk defends, scandalous.

Yoongi chuckles as he grabs the front of Jeongguk's shirt to haul him up and press their lips together. Sagging into the hold, Jeongguk cups Yoongi's face and teasingly licks at his lips, but never dips his tongue inside.

Groaning, Yoongi nips at his bottom lip in a small scolding. "Such a tease."

"Do we have to listen to you two again, because I am still not over the first time," Jimin whines, now settled happily in Taehyung's lap.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, seperating from Yoongi to glare towards his best friend, who was grinning so widely that his eyes disappeared. "Shut up, Mochi."

Jimin blows out his cheeks, now a light pink as if trying to prove the nickname fits him perfectly. Yoongi snorts, mildly amused as Hoseok takes the time to scoop Dal up in his arms and coo at her gently.

Now free of the baby, Yoongi pushes himself to his feet and stretches out his body with a loud groan. Jeongguk giggles, his smile brightening his face as he reaches over and tugs Yoongi against him and the Alpha goes willingly.

"Can I play outside?" Jeongguk whispers after a moment, pulling away just enough that he can stare into Yoongi's eyes.

Except Yoongi heard the real question. Can I play in wolf form?

Yoongi hesitates, a sharp stab of fear like ice in his heart as he glances towards Taehyung wearily. He was frightened that the same thing would happen, but this time it would be a lot worse than a crippled foot.

"I'll go too," Taehyung offers, cocking his head. "I need to learn to walk with three legs."

"That's not funny, Tae," Jimin hisses, but Taehyung nuzzles his cheek. "You still have your legs, damn it."

"Yes, baby, I do," Taehyung murmurs, kissing the shell of his ear. Jimin loosened up, but only slightly. "Come with us. You have been pent up too."

"If Joon lets us," Jimin mutters, but turns his head expectedly towards Namjoon.

The Alpha cuts a questioning look towards Yoongi but the silver Alpha only looks away. He wasn't going to decide this.

"I checked the perimeter of the property three times. There are no new traps. Please just remain in the forest line, and not any farther," Namjoon finally states evenly, though there was a hint of seriousness in his tone that warned to not disobey the barely concealed order.

Jeongguk squeezes Yoongi tighter. "Come with us, Yoongi."

Yoongi hesitates, but shakes his head. "Next time. Just- just please, be careful? Please."

Jeongguk nods, nuzzling Yoongi's cheek. "I will. I promise. You're mine, remember?"

Chuffing, Yoongi presses his lips more firmly against his lips before allowing Jeongguk to pull away. The Omega's eyes lingered but Jimin was already grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the door.

Taehyung followed behind slower, brushing off any help as he kind of hopped and partially used his toes to inch himself towards the door. Yoongi flinches in sympathy, can only imagine the pain it must cause, but remains silent.

"You worry worse than a mother, Yoongichi," Seokjim grumbles, collapsing against the couch and tucking Dal against him, now awake and attempting to latch onto Seokjin's shirt. He lifts it wordlessly, allowing her to latch onto his nipple instead.

Yoongi scowls at him. "I do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do not." Seokjin's grin is smug.

"Do too- wait."

Hoseok bursts into laughter, slipping off the couch so that he was lying against the floor as he cackles. Namjoon bit his bottom lip, eyes twinkling, and Seokjin just beams to himself as he pats his daughter and rocks her as she drinks.

"I win, Yoongichi," he says evenly.

"You suck."

"Indeed, I do," the Omega agrees whimsically. Namjoon chokes on his laugh. Yoongi took grim satisfaction about it. "Anyways, seriously. Relax. It's going to be fine."

"We said that last time," Yoongi grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. Hoseok stops laughing, looking away. "Seokie, it wasn't your fault either."

"You know what? We are going to stop whining. You are worse than the actual baby in the house." As if trying to prove a point, Dal fusses as she unlatches from Seokjin, and the Omega just adjusts her and lets her reattach. Dal goes quiet again. "Now, Yoongi-yah, you're going to watch some TV, like a normal man your age, and not think. Joon, you're going to nap, and Hobi-yah, you're going to just sit there and look pretty."

"Gee, thanks, Jinnie hyung," Hoseok says, but settles on the couch nonetheless.

"I hate TV though?" adds Yoongi tiredly.

"Shush."

Groaning, Yoongi resigns to his fate and tucks his legs beneath him to get more comfortable. It wasn't long until he lazily drapes himself over Hoseok, the Beta easily accommodating him.

The scent of peppermint and fern tickles his nose, light and gentle, and sighs into it as Hoseok raises his hand, hesitates, then places it within Yoongi's hair and scratches lightly at his scalp.

Honestly, Yoongi had no clue what was playing on the TV. It could have been fucking Elmo and he would be none the wiser. He didn't even listen to it, instead just focusing on the all encompassing warmth and the way Hoseok just held him in place and pressed gentle kisses to his hair before smoothing it down like he was frightened Yoongi would try and wash them away.

As if.

After a while, even Seokjin was leaning against Yoongi. Dal was in Namjoon's lap, the Alpha playing with her tiny feet and eyes locked on the TV. Seokjin's weight was heavy against Yoongi's side, but he only grunted and shifted so that Seokjin was more comfortable against him.

The Omega purrs in content, shuffling so that he was watching the screen and could still see Dal in his mate's lap whenever he glanced over.

Until there was a knock at the door.

Who could that be?

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