How Did You End Up As Mates?

Sheets and Blossoms

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Back when BTS had just debuted, there weren't many bodyguards to monitor and pro text them. In this case, the drama between Seokjin and Namjoon began because of it. Back in their trainee days, both were close and to the point where they'd go to each other when they'd have their cycles. Sometimes the omega would go to Yoongi or Hoseok, but the younger alpha couldn't do intrude on the older's choices, respectful. But this didn't stop him from being jealous.

"Joonie~" The relaxing smell of cherry blossoms filled the leader's nose with delight. Butterflies fluttered in his chest from the older's presence and attention. Humming, he turns around finding the vocalist jumpy and smilingly eyes beamed with excitement.

   Namjoon hums in response, lifting a brow. "We finally get to meet our fans!!" Seokjin jumps up and down, excited pheromones seemingly putting everyone around them in a graceful mood. "Yes, we do." The younger smiles back.

"Time to go!" Their managers announce.

"Where are the other bodyguards, Hyung?" Jungkook asks Hoseok. The alpha shrugs, looking around. They were supposed to have five bodyguards, but only three were present. "Only three?" He grumbled. The maknae nods.

"Let's make sure no one gets cut off then. We have two hours left anyway." The only beta of the group speaks. Jimin scoffs, slamming his hands on two decks of cards. "Speed!" He yells. The younger omega before him whines, pouting before declaring a rematch.

"Guys, it's time to move." One of the staff tells them.

"Right, right." Hoseok groans.

As they walk for about twenty minutes, heading over to the fan meet, Seokjin requests a restroom break. It irritates the staff that they're wasting time, but if the omega's gotta go to his call of duty, then so be it.

"Don't take too long!" One yelled.

The oldest of the group along with one bodyguard, heads into a restroom of a small restaurant, finding three stalls and one sink. The bodyguard waits outside.

   It's not the best restroom he had expected from a small restaurant, but why not think of a large single bathroom? Seokjin shakes his head, going into one of the stalls. "It'll take only two minutes.." He talks to himself.

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   Meanwhile, where the alpha bodyguard is standing, he notices- no - smells another alpha that's quite.. frantic and search-full to seek someone. He keeps a close watch and for sure, sees another alpha. He's quite tall, almost his towering height, the scent is quite sour and almost sickening to his taste, looks are fairly on the lanky side, but never doubt an alpha's inner strength. The bodyguard finally picks it up, and his attention directs to the panicked pheromones of fresh linen. Namjoon. The leader looks at the guard and points towards the restroom.

   In a blink of an eye, he looks around with fast eyes. The alpha is gone- the aroused alpha. The leader of BTS dashed through and enters the restroom, the bodyguard following.

Sh*t, how could I not have smelled it?

   Right as they enter, they see the lanky alpha pinning the artist against one of the stall doors. The omega beneath the aroused man looks terrified, submitted with the intense smell and it fills the other two alphas' lungs, almost suffocating. The alpha bodyguard is already mated, hard for him to smell that Seokjin was going into heat soon. (A reason why they hire mated and strong alphas or betas so they don't jump the artists.) He thought he'd picked it up, believing he just picked up another citizen that may have been due for a couple more days. The towering alpha walks over, speaking. "Hey! Don't touch-" He's immediately punched in the face, snarls, and growling coming from the stranger. The bodyguard is kicked again and then thrown against a mirror, shattering. "My omega!" The stranger screams. "He's mine." His hands grip tighter on the vocalist's wrists, ripping a sob out of the shorter.