Jimin was still asleep when Namjoon returned, which pissed him off and pleased him at the same time.
He was still angry at Kyungsoo for calling Jimin that word, angry at him for reminding him of how the future Head didn't belong.
Namjoon had always considered himself one of them, one of the pack members of the Blood Crescent Pack. But there was always someone to remind him of himself being illegimate; being a bastard who's mother got fucked by a rogue and produced him in the middle of the forest, returning months after his birth to her real mate, who was kind enough to accept her and not kill Namjoon.
He was raised strong, but he was always outcasted. No one liked to sit by him at lunch because he was scary, even Jungkook avoided him for years because you're not my real brother.
It all always came back to him without closure, shoved into his face like an unexpected cream pie.
"H-Hyung?"
Jimin's sweet voice snapped the alpha from his angry trance, making him look up at the boy with sad eyes.
"Yeah?" Namjoon replied, slipping hid shoes off and shrugging his sweater off to reveal himself in a plain blue shirt.
"Why are you sad?" The omega inquired gently, lifting a corner of his duvet up and scooting further inside to offer his mate space to lay down next to him.
With only slight hesitance, Namjoon treaded over and slipped inside the warm bed, surrounded by the calming honey smell of his mate.
Jimin carefully threaded his hand through his alpha's hair like he remembered Namjoon doing to him a little while ago. It had comforted him a lot.
Slowly, he felt the tense alpha relax under his palm.
"What happened, Joonie Hyung?" the short omega asked, laying down to face Namjoon directly, both's eyes meeting.
"Joonie?" Namjoon quirked a smirk, chuckling as jimin's face pinked, "I like it, Precious."
The boy nodded slowly into return, lips pouty and pink,"Y-You didn't answer my question."
That made Namjoon sigh, and his smile turn down to a frown,"Just a tough day, sweetheart."
"Oh," Jimin mumbled, caressing his bigger man's cheek with his soft and small hand,"You want kissies?"
Taken aback, Namjoon could only nod like a desperate puppy begging for pats.
The omega offered his wide smile in return, eyes turning to small crescents as he cupped both of Namjoon's cheeks and planted his tender lips on his forehead first, sending buzzes of euphoria through the alpha.
Next he planted kisses on the apples of the older's cheeks, making them reluctantly turn a pleasant pink. Then his cute nose, then his eyelids that had fluttered shut in contentment of the moment.
"Jimin-ah," a deep rumble resonated around the room as the alpha opened his eyes back up, looking into his mate's soft brown and blue ones, "Kiss me here."
Pointing to his lips boldly, the man almost left Jimin frozen in panic and surprise.
Kiss Namjoon?! How?! All of a sudden, what if I'm not—
"Please." The older croaked, his large hand placed at the back of Jimin's neck, holding him steady with gentle firmness.
Jimin had no choice but to comply, not that he minded, he knew by now Namjoon wouldn't ever force him.
Slowly, the omega leaned down, face going red in anticipation and shyness. This was his first proper kiss after all.
Namjoon watched on with twinkling eyes, as his mate's eyes fluttered shut and thick lips puckered slightly. What a preciously beautiful sight.
