"Jimin, what is wrong with you?" Jungkook snapped irritably, shutting the door and staring at the omega that was fuming by the windowsill. "Why are you being such a brat?"
"Me? A brat?" Jimin scoffed, standing and clenching his fists. "You're the one that's barely showing me any love lately! You never cuddle me, you don't give me sex, you don't kiss and hug me like Namjoon does to Taehyung! I wanna be loved like that too!"
"I show you as much as I can." Jungkook retorted. "Last night, you're the one that rejected my offer of sex, so I have no idea what the fuck you're talking about!"
"You're—you're such a—an oblivious idiot!" Jimin snapped.
"Jimin, what the actual hell? What is the point you're trying to get here? The fact that you're a horny bitch that won't take up my offer on sex yet you're being a fucking hypocrite and saying that I'm the one not paying attention to this dumb fucking relation—"
A loud slapping noise filled the air, and Jimin clenched his jaw, lowering his hand that was stinging from the impact he had made with Jungkook's cheek. The alpha stared at the ground, his eyes flaring to life, his cheek turning red. Jimin felt a flicker of fear and regret in his belly, but he stood his ground and tears welled up in his eyes.
Jungkook looked up after a while, eyes scarlet. "What did you just do, omega?" He growled, voice deep and demanding. Jimin gulped and backed away, but Jungkook advanced. "What. Did. You. Just. Do?"
Jimin shook his head, lips pressed. "I—I didn't—"
"Look at me." Jungkook said in a gravelly voice, lip curled. "Look at me." He grabbed Jimin's face and made him look at him. Jimin's face was squished in between the alpha's powerful hands, and he squeaked when he locked eyes with the alpha. "Let me ask of you again, omega, what did you do to me just now?"
Jimin swallowed thickly, shivering. "I h-hit my alpha."
"Yes you did, and why did you hit your alpha?" He growled out, and Jimin's thighs squeezed together, his jaw beginning to ache from being gripped so hard. "Explain, pathetic little bitch. Tell me, I said to tell me!"
Jimin wailed, squirming. "I-I was angry! I was angry at you, I'm sorry! P-please, alpha, s-spare me!"
"What is going on in here?"
Jungkook turned to see his brother standing at the door, an eyebrow raised. "This isn't any of your business. Shut the door!" He growled out and Namjoon frowned.
"Are you disciplining your boyfriend?" Namjoon gasped, hiding his face through a laugh. "Jungkook, you're younger than him."
"My omega," Jungkook snarled turning back to Jimin, "disrespected me. And deserves a punishment."
Jimin blinked sadly. "P-please no." He stammered, looking desperately at Namjoon who looked back sympathetically. But the older brother couldn't do anything, as he didn't have any rights to stop Jungkook from doing what he pleased to do to his omega. So he gave Jimin a look, and closed the door.
Jungkook looked at Jimin, and the omega had closed his eyes. He sighed, and Jungkook pinned Jimin to the wall and opened his jaws right above his neck.
"J-Jungkookie," Jimin whimpered. "What are y-you doing?"
"Marking you." Jungkook muttered, sinking his fangs into Jimin's neck. The omega gasped, toes curling. His eyes flared golden and the omega buried his face into Jungkook's neck, sighing, and Jimin tentatively bit Jungkook's neck as well, his tiny fangs poking through.
Outside, Taehyung was now enjoying a bowl of lukewarm soup that was less spicy, eating happily with Namjoon in the kitchen, chatting lowly to his father while Mrs. Kim was watching Jooyeon dance in the living room with his Ryan stuffy.
Taehyung finished his bowl and placed it in the kitchen sink, turning around and trotting outside to the front yard, shouting over his shoulder. "Joonie, I'll be outside! Bring some hot choco!"
An old set of chairs were out in the front, and Taehyung sat down on one of them, breathing in the slightly moist air. He relaxed and snuggled back into himself, hugging his sides. He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the peaceful moment to himself when he heard a loud pitched whistle come from a couple of feet away.
Three muscular alphas were leaning on the mailbox in the front of the house and grinning up at him, and Taehyung blinked in confusion. Where had they come from? Were they whistling at him or what?
"Damn, omega! You flauntin' that scent for us or what?"
Taehyung frowned and looked away, huffing. He could hear the inside of Namjoon in the house, and the sweet scent of chocolate.
"Oh, ignoring us, huh?" Taehyung looked up when he heard footsteps. "You won't be ignoring us for long—"
"Hey."
Taehyung was suddenly engulfed in a hug that smelled strongly of mint and hot chocolate, and he instantly recognized Namjoon. He glanced over at the three alpha who all stopped walking, halting a couple of feet away and Namjoon growled. The noise vibrated on his chest, and Taehyung felt how powerful the noise was. His tiny arms wrapped around Namjoon and the alpha set his free hand on Taehyung's waist, the other one busy holding a tray of hot chocolate.
"Oh, the little omega got a friend to help out," the one in the front snickered and looked at Namjoon up and down. "Move. I saw the boy first."
Namjoon curled his lip.
"And I fucked him first."
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namjoon is rlly that daddy
