Uncover [JungkookxBTS]

02.

The day only seemed to go downhill from there. After vocal practice, the group had a brief lunch break before they were led to the practice room. Hoseok began to help Jimin stretch as they waited for their instructor, pretty long legs pressed upwards against his body with Hoseok's assistance. If Hoseok were an alpha, Jungkook impulsively wondered if innocent touches would've became something more given how pretty Jimin was in his element. Jungkook couldn't help but stare and appreciate how effortlessly flexible Jimin was, a distant flutter low in his abdomen at the scene before him. He hurriedly turned away with flushed cheeks before his omega decided to make a fool of him, suppressants or not.

As they all began to warm their bodies up for the impending dance session, the door cracked open with a soft creak. They were all prepared to greet their choreographer, but as someone stepped inside, they realized it was one of the newer managers. He'd only been under the company's wing for a couple months, but he's been more proactive in keeping them informed with their schedules than any other before him. They were appreciative of such a vigilant, attentive manager, and considered themselves lucky to have such an incredible team.

"What brings you by–" Jungkook overheard Namjoon greeting Joo-won, the stellar manager who stole the makeup artist and designer noonas hearts with a single warm dimpled grin.

Jungkook purposely shifted towards Seokjin as he was the first to notice the new presence as Seokjin stretched his arms in an overhead side bend, hand coming up to grip the waistline of Jin's raising shirt. Seokjin dropped his arms to wrap around Jungkook's shoulders, unaware of the emotional turmoil as he cooed loudly at their maknae for holding his shirt down, pressing an obnoxiously sloppy kiss to the younger's cheek.

"Hyung," Jungkook complained as he stepped away, fixing Seokjin with an angry pout as he wiped the slobber off his cheek with his forearm. He couldn't deny that Seokjin calmed his nerves.

"Jungkook, I need to review this week's schedule with you." At the disturbance, everyone's eyes finally landed on the lingering man in the entrance standing beside Namjoon.

Jungkook's heart began pattering in his throat as he swallowed past the lump, staring at his pack alpha. "What about practice?"

"It'll only be a moment." Joo-won answered for Namjoon, giving Jungkook one of those soft dreamy smiles that he hears so much of from his favorite stylist noona as his hands clasped behind his back and he rocked on his heels. He was the perfect picture of unthreatening, friendly alpha.

Jungkook questioning gaze landed back on his leader, unmoving until his alpha jerked his head to the door. "Go on, Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook's eyes dropped to watch his footsteps as he listened to Namjoon, allowing Joo-won to clasp his hand on his shoulder with a barely-hidden flinch as the manager addressed the group, "I'll take care of him, we'll be right back."

. . .

Yoongi's watchful eyes followed Jungkook's figure as he returned not ten minutes later and scurried into formation even in the midst of a song. It wasn't hard to notice his trembling if you looked hard enough past the flawless lines, and it was much too early in practice for their maknae to behave in such a way. He was one of their best dancers; cocky and confident in his smooth moves and effortless muscle isolation for a reason.

Unfortunately, with the youngest of their pack's scent practically nonexistent, his distress could not be easily detected by Yoongi. It was something that ashamed Yoongi; he was the quickest to learn when something was wrong with the other members due to his gifted sense of smell, scenting out even the tiniest hint of an emotional change that typical Alpha abilities just couldn't anymore. He couldn't do that with his pup no matter how hard he tried. They'd learned early on in Jungkook's presentation that evolution had past down this lack of distinction for protection in the olden days when wars over land were common amongst their folk. You can't sniff out your prey if they don't have a scent to find.