Mikrokosmos: BTS in the Omegaverse ✔

Chapter Fourteen: Fate of the Pack

Trigger Warnings for this Chapter: 

References to Sex 

Adult Language 

Several days later, Jimin woke up snuggled in Jungkook's arms, groggy and hungry.

"JK," he shook him, "Jesus, what day is it, what happened?" He rubbed his head and found memories of heat-sex with Jungkook bubbling up at him hazily from the last few days.

Did they do it again? Jimin wondered. He knew it had been time for him to go into heat, and it had been time for Namjoon to rut, he thought guiltily. And yet some part of him had known before the heat started that he no longer had a nose for anyone's scent other than Jungkook's. He wore Jungkook's scent around his neck, implanted when Jungkook bit him. It made everyone else smell wrong, it made him want to stay close to Jungkook all the time, and as hard as he tried, he couldn't fight it. He snuggled deep into the arms of his lover again now, kissing his neck.

"Jungkookah, how many days have we been in this room?" He asked with a giggle. "I am starving, Jungkookah, I am getting up." When he left Jungkook's arms, Jungkook's eyes shot open and narrowed, suddenly alert. He sat up and watched Jimin pull on clothes.

"Let's take a shower, Jungkookah, I feel like my entire body is covered with slick and semen and sweat," he realized with disgust.

Jungkook groaned but when Jimin placed his small hand in his, he followed him obediently into the bathroom and the shower.

They emerged later, toweling off wet hair and dressed in warm clothes, and started to raid the fridge. The other members of the pack started to pour through the front door.

"Yay!" said Taehyung, "They are done, guys!" He ran up to Jungkook and Jimin like a puppy, kissing them both affectionately, nuzzling their necks.

"How many days has it been?" Jimin asked nervously.

"It's day 10 again, Jimin," Hoseok said, concern in his face. "I'm not sure you guys can keep up this pace every single month."

"Maybe it won't be every month," Jimin said, stubbornly. Namjoon exchanged glances with the older boys over their heads.

"Listen, why don't you guys grab some food and come sit in the living room, we need to talk," Namjoon said, rubbing his neck and sighing.

Jimin felt icy nervousness in his heart. Jungkook sensed his nervousness and pulled him into a hug. They settled with food around the coffee table while their Hyungs and Taehyung bundled onto couches, chairs, and floor.

"Listen, there's no easy way to say this, guys...I think you guys are a bonded pair." Jimin's ear perked up. He had heard of such a thing, but it was rare, he had never seen it.

"What do you mean?" he said, nervously. Jungkook put a reassuring hand on his thigh.

Namjoon exchanged glances with Yoongi.

"What happened here?" He pointed to the scar on Jimin's neck where Jungkook had marked him. Jimin's fingers flew to the spot. Namjoon realized ruefully that Jimin's entire neck and throat were covered with bite marks, purple love marks, and bruises in the shape of fingers, scratches in the shape of nails. He was a mess after the long heat. But that bite was unique; the scar was permanent.

"I don't know," Jungkook growled. "We were knotted for the first time and it felt so good and I just ... wanted Jimin to be mine," he growled, "and I asked him if I could mark him and I just... I bit him and his scent was in my mouth, and it just felt really good," he yelped with remembrance of the ecstasy....