𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐓𝐊

xii

The rut gets over finally after three days. Taehyung finds himself sore just the right amount. At least he can still move around, thanks to his Omega anatomy.

It's late afternoon when he comes downstairs, fresh from a bath and changed into a fuzzy light pink sweater and baggy jeans. He towel-dried his hair but they are still damp. He stifles a yawn behind his hand as he stops by the kitchen entrance and leans against the wall to watch Jeongguk working behind the counter.

That is his Alpha. It's a peculiar feeling. One that leaves him giddy and burns his frenzied heart all the same. It's been two days and he still can not believe they did that. It is rare for Omegas to mark their mates, even more rare if the mate is an Alpha. Alpha's small, fragile ego doesn't like to be challenged like that. It is not deemed manly enough and it is all bullshit honestly.

For a moment, after he marked Jeongguk and after he took the Alpha's knot, Taehyung thought maybe he shouldn't have. Maybe Jeongguk was truly not thinking straight after all. Taehyung has no regrets, he knew his wolf had long chosen the Alpha for himself. He wondered if Jeongguk would later think he did it too soon.

But Jeongguk had just so easily given himself to Taehyung. And has been wearing that mark proudly.

Jeongguk doesn't flinch when Taehyung wraps his arms around him from behind and nuzzles on the still-fresh mark. Fresh, not because it still hurts or bleeds but rather because it is a new mark that Taehyung is still getting used to.

He hears the Alpha chuckle when he playfully sucks on the mark. "Were you always this clingy or did I miss something?" Jeongguk asks, not really complaining.

"You missed my mating mark probably?" Jeongguk snorts, shaking his head. Taehyung pinches his side but goes back to nuzzle, "I am very clingy, actually. And on top of that, you smell heavenly. How can a man possibly resist?" Since Jeongguk is taller, he has Taehyung on his toes to reach up to his neck. Not that he minds it one bit.

Jeongguk twists in his arms. Cladded in a black knit sweater and same-colored pants, currently covered in an apron as he works. Taehyung had long decided that black was Jeongguk's colour. It compliments his pale skin so well. He looks hot and ravishing. And he looks Taehyung's.

The Alpha leans back on the counter and pulls him close with a loose grip on his waist. "Man doesn't need to resist. You may cling to me, Your Highness," he kisses the top of Taehyung's hair.

"Mhm, right. Leave me some space for the dessert, you cheese ball," he peaks over Jeongguk's shoulder, trying to look at the said dessert but the Alpha takes his shoulders and pulls him back. "Let me see," Taehyung whines, a second away from stomping his feet.

"Patience, pup. It's done but you won't see it until it's served," Taehyung parts his lips to complain but Jeongguk shuhes him with a finger pressed into those plush lips. "Wait at the table. Go," he twists Taehyung by his shoulders and pushes him in the direction of the said table.