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He almost forgot.

Almost let the memory of the petals slip away.

Because it was so long before it happened again. And he was foolish enough to let that comfort him.

Or maybe he had just gotten lucky and had failed to witness anything that would shatter his heart into thousands of even tinier pieces.

...

It would have been simple - and foolish - to think that it was because he had fallen out of love. That whatever feelings he had once harbored had finally died. That the last exchange between them had been enough to harden his heart and let those emotions die.

But it hadn't.

Because he had realized later the implication of it all.

That Jungkook had found his thighs pretty.

Part of him - the part that was still naïve and innocent and weak wanted to believe that it meant something.

But the rest of him knew that it didn't.

It meant nothing.

And he wished his heart would realize that too.

...

It was bound to happen eventually.

Almost every one agreed that it was best to wait for the first heat or rut before going on suppressants. Apparently the sudden rush of hormones was good for you. Helped you to finish growing or some ridiculous excuse like that.

They had survived it twice already. Three times, if they were all being honest. Because Namjoon had presented shortly after they had all arrived, and his first rut had taken place not long after. Only back then they had been locked in a singular room and it just hadn't been feasible for him to stick around and be forced into such a confined space with two omega's.

With Jimin he had ignored whatever advice he had been given and had started on suppressants literally the moment he turned nineteen. Unfortunately they hadn't been the right ones, and he was forced to suffer it anyway.

Four days spent locked in a room by himself with only his fellow omegas for company. He had quickly vowed that it was never going to happen again.

Taehyung had actually listened. Had decided to go back home once the effects started to take place. Spent nearly a week away from them and came back exactly the same. They had all laughed away his absence, saying that he just didn't love them anymore.

Vaguely he could still recall his own half heats that he had been forced to suffer while he desperately sought out a suppressants strong enough. Because apparently it wasn't enough that his body had betrayed him and decided to form into an omega, but it also had a strong resistance to the very thing that was meant to make it all bearable.

The only one they had never had to worry about was Hoseok. A blessing that they were all exceptionally grateful for. A gentle force who just watched over them all. Made tables to remind them when to take their pills and set reminders so they wouldn't forget.

Jungkook had always been strange. Had always done exactly what he wanted when he wanted. And none of them knew exactly how he was going to handle it. Sure all of them assumed he would just go back to Busan and none of them would ever hear anything more about it.

But that just wasn't the way their maknae operated.

"Hyung?" Namjoon's voice was soft and gentle, and he spun in his chair to catch sight of the other opening the door and peaking his head in. "Sorry to bother you I just... well it's... fuck, I really need your help."