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“You’ve been staring at him for ten minutes now,” Taehyung says, shaking his head tiredly.
Jungkook still doesn’t respond. His eyes stay locked on the tiny, blanket-wrapped newborn lying in the middle of the bed — his one-month-old son, peacefully asleep and stealing every second of Taehyung’s attention.
His jaw works once, annoyance simmering under the surface as he counts yet another hour where he’s been replaced by someone who can’t even hold up his own head.
God may laugh seeing a 30 years old grown man having beef with a 1 month old baby.
“You know glaring at him won’t make him any less cute,” Taehyung adds, closing the cupboard after putting the neatly folded clothes inside and wiping his hands on a towel before turning around.
It has become their daily routine.
Jungkook finally tears his eyes away to scowl at him. “Cute? He looks smug.”
“He is asleep,” Taehyung deadpans.
“Exactly,” Jungkook mutters. “And smug about it.”
Taehyung blinks. “That’s… not how it works. Are you serious right now?” He really doesn't know how to react to his husband's childish behaviour.
The alpha crosses his arms, refusing to look at either of them now. “Every time I try to cuddle you, he screams. Then you go running to rescue him like he pays rent.”
“He’s a month old, Jungkook!” the omega says, rolling his eyes.
“Then why is my omega giving him all the attention?” Jungkook shoots back. “He can’t even form words. I have sentences. Plural.”
Taehyung looks at him for a long second, face scrunching as he feels weirded out. “Are you— are you seriously being jealous of him…literally a baby?”
“I’m not jealous,” Jungkook snaps, clearly jealous. “I’m… territorially inconvenienced.”
The omega walks closer to the bed, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches Jungkook sulk. “You know,” he says lightly, “most alphas get protective and clingy with the baby. You’re the first one trying to challenge him like he stole your territory.” he was in disbelief.
“He did steal something though,” Jungkook mutters.
Taehyung frowns. But before he even gets to ask, the other continues,
“He stole you.”
“Oh my god, Jungkook. Shut up before I beat your ass,” Taehyung lets out a heavy sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It's called parenting."
Jungkook watches the movement like a starved animal, gaze glued not to the baby this time, but to Taehyung’s exposed thigh brushing near his own. “Parenting is fine. But I was here first.” he utters but his eyes darken when the omega rubs his thighs together carelessly.
Taehyung arches his brow. “So what, you want seniority privileges?” he doesn't even notice what he is doing and what effect he has on his husband.
“Yes.” Jungkook answers without hesitation. “I should get priority cuddles. Premium access. Early seating.”
“Are you describing me or a concert ticket?” Taehyung snorts.
“A very exclusive husband membership,” Jungkook corrects, leaning in just a little. “One that I pay for with emotional distress.”
Taehyung laughs again, but his cheeks tint pink when Jungkook’s hand slips to his skin, thumb brushing slow circles on the fabric. “Y-you’re ridiculous.” Taehyung murmurs. Even though his heart starts to beat abnormally, he doesn’t move away.
“I’m neglected,” Jungkook breathes out, hand moving upward slowly, voice rougher. “There’s a difference.”
He gently tugs Taehyung closer by the hips, and Tae goes, willingly — soft, warm, and suddenly very aware of the way Jungkook’s pupils have blown dark. He finally notices.
“Y-you’re unbelievable,” Taehyung whispers, though there’s no fight in it, only fondness and a spark of something that isn’t so innocent.
“Is that so?” Jungkook hums, brushing his lips against Taehyung’s jaw, “just two minutes ago you were scolding me, and now you’re climbing into my lap.”
“I’m n-not—” Taehyung starts, but he is, and Jungkook smirks. Actually he didn't realize when his body moved on his own and now he is almost sitting on the alpha's lap, his thighs resting on Jungkook's knees.
His hands slide under Taehyung’s shirt, slow and possessive, nails barely grazing skin. Taehyung shivers, breath catching in his throat. Jungkook noses at his neck, lips ghosting over the old bite marks from days prior, and Taehyung melts — pliant, needy, already leaning into the touch like instinct takes over before pride can argue.
It's been very long since they have done something intimate. They have probably forgotten what was the last time they got close and involved themselves sexually.
Because at the last stage of Taehyung's pregnancy, Jungkook didn't touch him with any other intentions than innocence and care.
Since then they haven't done anything naughty.
And truth be told, Jungkook is now going insane. He has been starved. He needs to release the pent up stress.
The omega may not know that his husband is literally at the edge now.
Jungkook has been holding himself back for so long. And after the baby was finally born, even kissing or just hugging Taehyung became a war for him now.
Now it looks like he's finally getting the chance to go forward. He hooks a finger teasingly under the hem of Taehyung’s shirt, slowly rising it from his skin and watching as the omega closes his eyes and breathes heavily, ready to pull it up when—
UWAAAAAAH.
Both of them freeze.
The baby’s face scrunches on the bed between them, and a high, furious wail explodes through the room like a tiny siren declaring war on romance.
Jungkook closes his eyes in slow agony, fingers curling into tight fists “…He knew.”
Taehyung quickly pulls back, cheeks burning hot as he moves past his husband and reaches for their son.
He picks up the baby in his arms, rocks him gently, whispering soft words as the crying slowly dwindles to sniffling hiccups as if he recognized his mother's arms and calmed down in an instant.
Jungkook watches, arms crossed, gaze sharp like he’s analyzing enemy weaknesses.
When the baby finally quiets, Jungkook leans in with narrowed eyes. “You did that on purpose.”
Taehyung doesn’t even look up. “He is literally a newborn, Kook.”
“And already a strategist,” Jungkook mutters. “He’s starting early.”
Taehyung clicks his tongue, patting their son’s back. “You’re not actually jealous.” he says, trying to warn his husband.
Jungkook scoffs — deep wounded alpha noise. “I am ABSOLUTELY jealous.”
Taehyung glances up at him then, soft and amused. Jungkook hates how the gentle look hits him harder than any touch. “You know he needs me right now.”
“I also need you right now,” Jungkook counters, stepping closer until he’s crowding Taehyung’s space again. “More than him, actually. I can provide a detailed report if required. Can't you see?” he bats his eyelashes, jutting out his lower lip.
Taehyung tries — he really does — not to blush when Jungkook’s hand sneaks to the small of his back, thumb tracing lazy circles there like a silent claim. “Koo…”
“No, don’t ‘Koo’ me,” Jungkook huffs, glaring past Taehyung at the baby again. “He gets your chest. He gets your scent. He gets your entire body pressed to him all day. And what do I get?” He gestures dramatically. “Occasional back pats like some passing coworker.”
Taehyung laughs so hard he almost drops the baby. “Back pats—?”
“Yes!” Jungkook leans in, mouth brushing Taehyung’s ear, voice dropping hot and low on purpose. “When I should be getting… much more than back pats.”
Taehyung grips the baby a little tighter, pulse jumping visibly in his throat.
“D-don’t talk like that in front of our baby,” he whispers, using the little baby as an excuse when it was him who is getting affected by his husband's dirty hints.
Jungkook tilts his head, unbothered. “He doesn’t speak Korean yet. This is fine.”
The baby makes a soft gurgling sound. Jungkook narrows his eyes again. “…He’s mocking me.”
Taehyung pinches his lips together to keep from laughing. “He is literally drooling.”
“Disrespectfully,” Jungkook adds.
“I can't believe you are fighting with a one month old baby — and that too your own son.”
The alpha ignores and moves behind Taehyung instead, caging him subtly with an arm on either side — like he’s half hugging, half pinning him there. Taehyung’s breath stutters, heat crawling up his neck.
“Hand him over,” Jungkook mutters against Tae’s temple.
Taehyung blinks. “You’re… going to hold him?”
“I’m going to negotiate with him,” Jungkook says solemnly. “Alpha-to-gremlin.”
He carefully — grudgingly — takes the baby into his arms. The baby blinks up at him, tiny fists balled like he’s ready to fight back.
Staring down at the smol baby, he utters, “Listen here, little dumpling. I love you. I really do. But you need to share.”
The baby blinks. Then yawns.
“That’s not sharing,” Jungkook mutters.
Taehyung leans a little against his husband's shoulder, amused beyond measure. “You look like you’re negotiating a hostage deal.”
“I am,” Jungkook deadpans. “I’m trying to get my omega back.”
But then, the baby starts fussing again — small whines, face scrunching, little fists wriggling against Jungkook’s chest until he ends up wailing and punching the alpha's chest with his small fists.
Taehyung sighs softly. “He’s hungry again.”
Jungkook glances over his shoulder with a look that says, /Of course he is. Of course he needs THAT specifically. At THIS exact moment./
Taehyung gently reaches out. “Here, give him to me—”
Jungkook hesitates, reluctant, but passes the baby over. “How did my life turn into a story book of a lonely wolf who's been separated from his omega—the love of his life?”
Taehyung lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You are so dramatic!” He shifts comfortably against the pillows, opening his shirt with practiced ease. “Aigo, my little puppy, so hungry, hmm?”
Jungkook freezes.
The baby latches immediately as if starved with a quiet suckling sound, instinctive and natural. “There, there. Calm down, little one. It's all yours.” Taehyung chuckles before he relaxes against the headboard with a soft exhale, eyes half-lidded in comfort.
He feels the heaviness in his chest slowly relieving as the pup sucks the milk out in a hurry, one of his fists possessively resting on Taehyung's other chest, as if he is claiming that both of the milk factories only belong to him— and not his father.
Jungkook stares at the omega's chest shamelessly.
Not annoyed now. Not pouty.
Just hungry — in an entirely different way.
His gaze drags slowly over Taehyung’s throat, the stretch of pale skin, the way his lashes flutter when oxytocin hits, the soft arch of his spine as his body settles into that ancient, instinctive nurturing posture. His lips part without him noticing.
Taehyung isn’t looking — too focused on the pup — so he doesn’t see Jungkook’s eyes go darker. Doesn’t see the way the alpha swallows, throat bobbing. Doesn’t see the slow curl of possessive heat spreading through him like a fuse being lit.
Taehyung strokes the baby’s back gently, unaware he is basically pouring gasoline on Jungkook’s patience.
“See?” Taehyung murmurs softly. “He just needed to feed.”
Jungkook’s voice comes out low — almost a growl he tries to hide. “Yeah. I see.”
There is a look in his eyes — the kind that says /as soon as the tiny landlord is asleep, I’m collecting interest./
Taehyung shifts slightly on the bed, moving the pup from his one nipple to another. The little one latches instinctively, tiny hands resting on his skin, eyes half-closed in sleepy concentration yet eyebrows knitting together as if he is angry about something— a habit he got from his father. A few drops of milk glisten at the corners of the pup’s mouth, and he swallows with soft, delicate baby noises.
The sight makes Jungkook’s chest tighten — not because of the baby, but because of Taehyung. The way his omega’s chest rises and falls, the soft flush on his skin, the gentle humming as he comforts their son… it’s impossible to look away.
He finds the sight innocent and soft, but at the same time he feels the thing inside his pants waking up. Why?
Of course, because his husband just looks so beautiful and sexy like this. Those soft, flushed globes, full of milk, look so attractive— so yummy.
Jungkook’s eyes darken, tracing every curve, every subtle movement of Taehyung’s body responding to their pup’s tiny, innocent grip. The warmth radiating off Taehyung, the soft scent of milk and skin and home, it’s unbearable — and he can’t stop imagining having that closeness all to himself.
Taehyung hums softly, oblivious, running a hand along the baby’s back. Jungkook swallows hard, jaw tightening as the heat of his thoughts grows with every tiny, contented suckle and gentle sigh from Taehyung.
The baby snuggles closer, a little spurt of milk dribbling from the corner of his mouth. It’s innocent. Pure. Cute. And Jungkook’s focus on Taehyung, just inches away, becomes almost painfully intense.
Taehyung glances down at the pup, smiling softly, and then his gaze flicks up — catching Jungkook’s. He freezes for a heartbeat, realizing the alpha isn’t just watching their son… Jungkook is watching him.
His body stiffens as Jungkook’s gaze darkens even more, heavy and hungry, taking in the soft curves of his chest, the subtle swell of his breasts, the gentle rise and fall as he comforts their little pup.
Jungkook leans slightly closer, voice low, rough with need. “You’re irresistible.”
Taehyung flushes, heart racing, realizing that the moment Jungkook has been fighting for — all of Taehyung to himself — is closer than ever, even while their baby nurses innocently.
“K-kook—”
“I know you are aware of my intentions right now. You know what I want to do to you now, right?” The alpha's voice was dangerously low and heavy. His gaze slowly drops to the pup almost falling asleep, he chuckles. “Look at him… always getting you first. Always having your warmth, your scent, your attention. And all I can do is sit here. Watch. He’s winning. He’s always winning.”
The baby’s eyes flutter closed, lips twitching in contentment, and Taehyung leans down. He ignores the alpha's words, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his son’s head.
Jungkook’s chest tightens, heart thumping unevenly. How can I compete with this? He’s one month old… one month! And he’s already taking all of you. All of my omega.
/I should be the one holding him like that. I should be the one feeling that warmth against me. Not some tiny gremlin that can barely open his eyes./
He narrows his eyes, lips pressed together. /And yet… I can’t look away. I can’t stop watching. That’s all yours, huh? That soft chest, those lips, your scent… No! They are mine… mine… / he knows he is acting like a child but he needs everyone to understand his pain. He's been separated from his omega for so long.
The omega exhales softly, content, smiling down at the pup, still ignoring the storm in Jungkook’s eyes. He shifts carefully onto the bed, cradling Yul close as the little one continues to nurse. When he lies back against the pillows, he gently adjusts the baby so he’s resting beside him, still latched, tiny body tucked securely against Taehyung’s chest.
Yul’s small hand clings to Taehyung’s shirt, his eyes fluttering sleepily while he suckles, soft and content. Taehyung settles beside him on his side, covering the pup's small body with the blanket and holding him close protectively.
The room is quiet except for the gentle sound of Yul’s feeding and the omega's soft humming — a tiny, peaceful world made of just the two of them.
A few more minutes pass, and the baby finishes feeding, the movement of his lips slowing down, and snuggles back against Taehyung.
There it is. Peace. Finally… and now I can actually— Jungkook pauses, chest tightening, heat rushing through him as he imagines finally claiming Taehyung. The air between them is electric, thick with the tension he’s been holding back while watching the domestic scene play out.
You’re mine. I’ve been waiting for this. And now… now I’m not letting you get away.
Jungkook moves closer, deliberate, and predatory in the slowest, most controlled way.
But he pauses the very next second.
“Tae?”
No response.
Jungkook lifts himself a little and leans toward the omega just to see him already along with their pup.
He must be tired.
The alpha shakes his head as a gentle smile appears on his face.
He understands. He may be as hard as a rock, but his omega's comfort comes first.
They have the whole life to spend together. So, even if he is losing control and being impatient sometimes, he is sure that they will always have the chance to do further. It's not a big deal.
Jungkook pats the pup's back before he places a gentle kiss on his soft, puffy cheeks and then leans back to kiss Taehyung's forehead.
“Goodnight, my babies.” He places his arm over both Taehyung and their son, covering and protecting them like a shield.
Well, that was what he was for Taehyung and Yul.
So what if he cannot get Taehyung today, he will definitely get him tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, or even after that.
But yes, he will. One day for sure.
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It’s Sunday morning. Sunlight streams through the kitchen window, dusting the wooden floor in gold. The baby is strapped safely into his stroller, small blanket tucked around him, eyes wide and curious.
Taehyung hums softly, chopping vegetables at the counter, apron tied neatly around his waist. Jungkook is beside him, stirring the pan. He's glancing at the omega every 10 seconds, wanting him, craving him — and he knows exactly what he wants to do.
He steps closer, hand brushing the small of Taehyung’s back, leaning in to press his lips to the warm nape of his neck.
Immediately, a tiny whine escapes from the stroller.
The baby stirs, frowning, and Jungkook freezes mid-motion. Of course. Of course the little devil needs to interrupt them. He glances at the stroller — their son is looking right at him, little fists balled as if daring him to try again.
“Wow! Just look at this little gremlin!”
Taehyung burst into a fit of giggles, soft and teasing. “I think someone’s a little jealous,” he murmurs, not turning, just letting the alpha brush closer again.
Jungkook huffs, curling his fingers tighter. He leans closer again, this time attempting a slow caress along Taehyung’s hip.
Another tiny whine.
The baby’s brow furrows, and then — the moment Jungkook steps back slightly — the little one relaxes, cooing softly and smiling up at his mommy.
What the fuck?
Jungkook’s jaw tightens, fingers brushing Taehyung’s side helplessly. “He’s literally punishing me.” He mumbles in a small voice.
“Do you see that?” Taehyung teases, leaning slightly into Jungkook’s hold, making it impossible not to touch him. “Every time you move, he’s okay again. Every time you try something… he doesn’t like it.”
Jungkook pouts dramatically, voice low and frustrated. “I’m not even allowed to touch my omega now? Literally I'm the one who made him… how can he do this to me?????.”
Taehyung shakes his head with a laugh. “You are even more of a baby than him.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and ignores everything just to move closer to his husband and hold him like he just did a while ago.
The baby gives a small whine again when the alpha leans in for a nape kiss a second time.
“See? He’s guarding me,” Taehyung laughs, glancing over his shoulder at their son. “You might be my alpha, but he’s definitely in charge here.”
Jungkook swallows hard, heat flaring in his chest. He paces slowly behind Taehyung, hand reaching out, just grazing his shoulder. Each tiny protective sound from the stroller makes him jump slightly back, and each soft coo and relaxed smile from the baby when he retreats makes him clench his fists in frustration.
What can he possibly do now? There's no way it'll be possible for him to make the baby fall asleep again when he just woke up just a while ago.
“Look how he's smiling at you… and I can’t do anything. I can’t even touch you without this little gremlin punishing me.” Jungkook’s inner thoughts are so sharp and desperate that he doesn't even realize when they come out of his mouth.
Taehyung chuckles under his breath, brushing a hand over Jungkook’s forearm. “He’s such a protective puppy, Kook. You have to admit it’s kind of cute.”
Jungkook whirls, face red, and stomps his feet like a child. “Cute? I am suffering! This little brat is actively torturing me! Can't you see? Every single time I try… he whines! Every single time!”
The baby gurgles happily, oblivious to the chaos he’s caused, and Taehyung laughs outright, playful and warm. “Maybe he just knows who’s really yours to fight for.”
Jungkook groans, stubbornly moving closer again, and leaning over Taehyung’s shoulder to press a kiss along the nape — but as if on cue, loud dramatic wails cut through the room. The pup only stops when the alpha steps back.
Taehyung smirks without looking, humming softly as he continues cooking. “I think he’s going to be the death of you, Kook.”
“I— I—” Jungkook mutters, pouting, swallowing the growl that wants to escape. “I… can’t… even… touch you now? Seriously?!”
The baby coos again, reaching a tiny hand toward Taehyung as if to say don’t worry, mommy, I got this, and Jungkook’s frustration spirals. He huffs, eyes dark, jaw tight, tracing Taehyung with longing from just a few steps away.
“Why are you cockblocking your own dad, huh? What's your issue with me????” he asks, pretending to glare at the pup, who literally doesn't give a damn about it and just keeps looking at the alpha with a smug face.
And Taehyung, humming innocently, glances up at him with that soft, playful grin — completely aware of Jungkook’s growing torment and loving every second of it.
He laughs, shaking his head. “Yul really don't want you near me right now.”
“Only right now? He doesn't want me near you all the fucking time!” Jungkook mutters, voice low and sharp. “From whom are you trying to protect your mommy? His husband? The same man who helped your mommy in making you. You ungrateful brat!”
The baby’s tiny eyes narrow at father, hands curling into fists, chest rising in shallow breaths.
The moment Jungkook retreats even slightly, the pup relaxes, coos softly, and smiles at Taehyung, showing his victory.
The alpha growls, crossing his arms and pouting like a wounded child. “I can’t win… I can’t do anything without this little brat stopping me!”
Taehyung bites back a laugh, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Maybe he thinks you are going to take me away from him. The way you look at me… I am sure he thinks that you want to eat me and that's why he always stops you from getting closer to me.”
Jungkook flushes, ears burning, body aching with that slow burn desire. “Hungry? Yes. Frustrated beyond belief? Also yes.” but he's as shameless as ever.
He leans in again, hand brushing the omega's butt, giving gentle squeezes. Another tiny whine. Jungkook’s teeth grit, heat flaring through his body.
Taehyung leans back into Jungkook’s chest, smirking knowingly. “You see? Every time you retreat, he calms down. You’re at his mercy, Kook.”
Jungkook groans, pressing his forehead to Taehyung’s shoulder in exasperation. “Why… why is he so good at this as if it's his job? Why can’t he just let me have you?”
The baby gurgles happily, stretching tiny arms toward Taehyung. Jungkook stares, jaw tight, heart racing, and slowly, a dark, smoldering grin creeps across his face.
“Fine. I’ll wait. I’ll bide my time. But the moment he drifts off… I’m coming for you,” whispers near the omega's ear before walking toward the pup, instead of letting Taehyung go.
Taehyung laughs softly, eyes glinting with mischief. “You’re really going to suffer for this, Kook.”
Jungkook scoffs dramatically before sweeping Yul into his arms, grumbling, “Yeah, yeah, take it now,” he mutters playfully, peppering the pup’s cheeks and chubby belly with exaggerated smooches, making the little one burst into giggles, legs and small fists throwing wildly from the tickles.
Taehyung watches them with a soft, glowing smile — and his chest fills with warmth. He really is lucky, he thinks, to have a dramatic alpha and their happy little sunshine.
That's his family. He wishes to have them in every life.
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The car hums along the quiet street, sunlight spilling through the windows. Jungkook keeps one hand lightly on the wheel while his other hand gently rests on the omega's thigh, occasionally giving light squeezes. Taehyung doesn't mind as it’s the most normal thing for them. But he can feel his husband's eyes flicking over to him more often than the road.
Taehyung cradles their three-month-old son in his arms, supporting his tiny head with one hand while the baby’s big eyes dart around in amazement. Little gurgles escape him, accompanied by happy, tiny squeals as his hands reach toward the window.
“Look at that, little one,” Taehyung murmurs, tilting the baby slightly so he can see the world outside. “Clouds! Aren’t they pretty?”
The baby’s mouth opens in a tiny ‘o’ of wonder, eyes tracking the fluffy clouds drifting lazily across the blue sky, and head continuously moving cutely. He reaches out again with his tiny fists, bouncing slightly in excitement, and lets out a soft gurgle of delight as if trying to express his feelings.
“See those trees?” Taehyung continues, pointing gently as the car passes a row of tall oaks. The baby’s eyes widen even more, not so understandable words leaving his mouth in pure fascination. He wiggles closer to Taehyung’s chest, captivated by the world beyond the glass.
Jungkook’s lips curve into a fond smile, though he’s pretending to focus on the road. Every little gurgle, every wide-eyed expression, every delighted bounce of the baby reaches him. He internally coos at his son and thinks this is how the little one always wins against him…with his overloaded cuteness.
However, there is another thing he can't stop looking at. The way his omega’s hair falls over his forehead, the soft laugh he lets out at the baby’s excitement, the gentle way he rocks their son… it’s mesmerizing.
“You like that, huh?” Taehyung whispers, brushing a soft kiss over the baby’s temple. The little one coos happily in response, pressing his tiny cheek against Taehyung’s chest, utterly entranced.
Yul loves being held by his parents, mostly his mother. The warmth he gets in Taehyung's amra is out of the world.
Every so often, Jungkook steals a glance at the little one, noting how the baby’s tiny hands clutch Taehyung’s shirt, how his tiny sighs of contentment melt his heart — but his focus always snaps back to his omega.
He loves his pup, but he's in love with the mother of his pup. He loves Taehyung more than anything— beyond one's imagination.
Taehyung leans slightly toward the window again, pointing out a passing bicycle. The baby squeals in delight, reaching toward it, and Taehyung laughs softly, humming a tune.
Jungkook swallows hard, jaw tightening. So soft… so perfect… all mine.
For the rest of the ride, the car fills with the baby’s happy gurgles, Taehyung’s gentle laughter, and Jungkook’s warm, gentle glances toward his omega and his pup— quiet, simmering, and utterly devoted, even as both of his husband and father instincts tangle with the sweetness of the moment.
By the time they reach the hospital, the baby is still bright-eyed and fascinated, pressing closer to Taehyung, little hands clutching his shirt, while Jungkook steals one last longing glance at his omega before turning the car into the parking lot.
They step into the hospital lobby, the baby still cooing happily, his eyes wide as he scans the bright walls and colorful posters. Taehyung cradles him carefully in his arms, tilting the pup's head just slightly so he can see everything.
“Look at all the colors, little one,” Taehyung murmurs, brushing a gentle hand over his back. The baby gurgles in delight, tiny hands waving in the air as if reaching for everything around him.
Jungkook trails behind, hands in his pockets, watching the mother and son duo.
Soon, they’re called into the small clinic room. The baby is still babbling happily, looking up at the beautiful omega doctor with fascination, completely unaware of the needle in her hand.
“Hi, little one,” the doctor says warmly. “We’re just going to give you a quick vaccination, okay?”
The pup moves his head as if nodding at the doctor's words, reaching out his tiny hands toward her, fascinated by the white coat and kind smile.
They laugh softly. Taehyung cradles the pup closer while Jungkook stands right beside him, one hand holding his shoulder to provide support as he smiles down at the excited pup, who is unaware of the thing that is going to happen to him.
Both Taehyung and Jungkook share a glance and nod their heads together.
They’re here for Yul’s very first vaccination — a tiny milestone in his tiny life.
“It's gonna be alright. Hold him carefully.” Jungkook gives a light squeeze on the omega's shoulder, releasing pheromones to calm both his omega and pup.
Yul relaxes in his mother's embrace.
But the moment the needle pierces his skin, the pup stiffens. His big eyes tear up, and his tiny lower lip quivers as he stares at his mother with a betrayed expression. A startled wail escapes him, echoing through the small room.
“Oh no no, my puppy. It's ok, it's ok,” Taehyung murmurs, starting to pepper Yul’s face with gentle kisses and holding him close. The pup immediately presses his cheek against Taehyung’s chest, seeking comfort, tiny arms curling around him.
Jungkook, meanwhile, can’t help himself. He pulls out his phone and starts filming, smirking as he captures every moment — the baby crying softly, Taehyung murmuring soothing words, the little arms clutching his shirt.
“Jungkook!” Taehyung snaps, half-laughing, half-glaring, still patting the pup's back. “Stop filming! He’s upset!”
Jungkook’s grin only widens. “Too cute. This is gold,” he murmurs, keeping the camera steady, zooming in on the tiny tear-streaked face and trembling little hands. “Suits him though. Little punishment for always stealing mommy from daddy.”
“Oh god, you are so unserious!” Taehyung bites back a laugh and only focuses on calming down the pup, releasing pheromones to comfort him.
The doctor chuckles and shakes her head before walking away, giving the little family some time of their own.
The baby hiccups against Taehyung’s chest, clinging tightly, and seems unwilling to let go for a single second. Every soft gurgle and sigh is a clear signal: he only wants Taehyung right now. And maybe something more.
Taehyung understands it right away when the pup pushes his face more onto the omega's chest, as if searching and chasing after something particular.
“Is he hungry?” Jungkook asks as he stops the recording and slips his phone back into his pocket.
The omega shakes his head. “No, I fed him right before leaving the house. He's not hungry but he wants to drink. It'll help him relax and give comfort.”
“Oh.” Jungkook nods and closes the curtain around the bed where Taehyung is sitting with the pup. “Feed him, then. I will stand here.”
Taehyung thinks he must not be okay in the head to find his husband hot all of a sudden. Just because Jungkook stood there to cover them?
Taehyung swallows hard and looks back at the pup who is still sniffling and desperately trying to remove Taehyung's shirt from the way of his food.
“Woah, woah, calm down. Why are you in a hurry, pup? I am here, look. Holding you and kissing you.” The omega mumbles, rocking him gently, pressing kisses along the little head and shoulders. “There, all done. You’re safe now, little one,” he whispers, voice full of love. “No more needles.”
And as if the baby really understands what his mother is saying, he slowly relaxes, still nestled close, comforted by the familiar scent of his mother's milk and warmth.
Taehyung unbuttons his shirt and as soon as the source of food was in view, Yul latched onto it hurriedly.
A faint grin tugs at Jungkook’s lips when the pup’s soft yet eager suckling noises reach him. “I’m also suffering over here,” he mutters under his breath, pouting as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Clingy little brat… getting all of my omega's love and attention.”
Taehyung glances up at him, smiling softly, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Stop picking a fight with him always,” he teases gently. “You’ll just have to wait your turn.”
Jungkook groans dramatically, rolling his eyes and leaning against the wall. “I… can’t… stand this…” he mutters, voice low, dark, and full of mock suffering, while his omega cradles the baby close, rocking the tiny body gently, completely enjoying the alpha’s whining.
The baby, content now, rests his head on Taehyung’s chest, tiny hands still clutching at his shirt, eyes drooping in sleepy comfort.
“He is falling asleep now. We should go, kook.”
Jungkook slowly turns around and watches, eyes narrowed but filled with warmth. What a sight to die for.
A cute bundle of joy sleeping in the arms of another cute bundle of joy.
He feels like he won for life. Yes, he actually does.
.
Since the moment Yul got the vaccination and returned home, he has been clinging to his mother even more than before.
Jungkook is worried about the pup but at the same time he is internally crying for his omega's attention, which he already understands that he isn't getting anytime soon.
The pup is continuously whimpering and wanting to stay in Taehyung's arms for comfort and asking to be fed every hour even though he isn't hungry. He just wants the scent and comfort of the milk.
The alpha studies Taehyung’s tired features, and his chest tightens. Even though the little one is really draining him today, the omega still doesn't complain or even let out a word of discomfort. He endures it.
“Love, please take a rest. Give him to me. I will try to make him fall asleep.”
Taehyung shakes his head. “As if you didn't try it already.”
“Let me try one more time—”
“It's ok, Kook,” the omega gives a small smile. “He needs me. It's ok, I'll manage.”
Jungkook gets on the bed and sits beside him, before wrapping an arm around the small of Taehyung's back. He nuzzles his face against the omega's chest, releasing a calming pheromone.
Taehyung flinches, his whole body shivering at the sudden gesture. No doubts, he is starting to feel a little better now.
One of his nipples is still latched between Yul’s lips, even though the pup is half-asleep now, lips moving in lazy, little suckles born from instinct rather than hunger.
Jungkook slowly moves the shirt from Taehyung's chest, revealing the other side of his swells.
“K-kook, ahh—” the omega lets out a hiss and grips his husband's hair tightly. He doesn't expect this at all. He lets out a soft moan as his body shudders at the sensation.
At first, Jungkook starts with slow, gentle sucks, which soon turns rough and aggressive as if he has been starved and hungry for a long time.
Gentle or rough, Taehyung ends up feeling overwhelmed with pleasure in both ways.
The alpha can feel Taehyung's body trembling in his embrace, so he wrapped his other arm around him as well, so the pup stays safe in both of their arms.
Taehyung keeps shivering and squirming, feeling different kinds of emotions all at once.
He has Yul sucking one of his nipples while his husband sucks the other one.
The pup with innocent intentions, and the alpha with naughty ones.
However, Taehyung loves both. He feels full and content.
“I f-feel like I'm nursing two babies.”
Jungkook chuckles, swirling his tongue around the omega's sensitive bud, definitely enjoying the sound he lets out. “Yes, you are. And you will continue to do so.”
“You are insane—”
“Insanely in love with you.”
And the exhaustion Taehyung was feeling just a while ago vanishes with the pleasure his husband provides him, as if he has also sucked the tiredness out of him. And he is glad.
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Five months later…
Their lives go on as usual with Yul having the most of Taehyung's love and attention while Jungkook gets only 10% of it.
The omega finds it really funny as Jungkook keeps whining and Yul keeps winning.
Still, whenever Yul is down for a nap or Taehyung has a rare moment to breathe, he always tries to spend a little time alone with his husband.
And even though the alpha complains, keeps whining for Taehyung like a kid, he takes everything very maturely. Even though he gets cockblocked by his own son, his love for the pup only grows with time.
He may joke around, but his love for his pup is beyond limit.
This is another night of the three peacefully sleeping after a long tiring day— mostly for the omega as Yul is almost 6 months now.
It's past 3 am when Jungkook wakes to the soft sound of Taehyung whimpering beside him — small, muffled breaths catching in his throat like he’s trying not to cry.
He jolts upright instantly.
“Tae?” His voice is still thick with sleep, but alarmed. “Baby—hey, what’s wrong?”
Taehyung is curled in on himself, arms crossed over his chest, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed.
“H-hurts…” he whispers, blinking rapidly. His lashes are wet and sticking together, making him look even softer, even more fragile.
Jungkook’s heart clenches.
He sits up fully, brushing the hair away from Taehyung’s temple. “Where does it hurt? Tell me.”
The omega swallows, breath shivering as he hesitates — then lifts a shaky hand and removes it from his chest.
“T-they feel s-so heavy. It’s— it’s too much…”
For one split second Jungkook forgets to breathe. Air tightens around his throat.
He looks so pretty. Too pretty. And just then the alpha's brain shorts out — heat first, instinct second.
No. Not now. He forces the thought down, jaw clenching.
“Did Yul-ie not drink enough today?” he asks softly, trying to keep his voice steady.
Taehyung shakes his head, lip wobbling a little as another soft whimper slips out. “No. I think his stomach wasn’t well… he pulled away many times a-and kept crying even though I was feeding him.”
The moment Jungkook hears that, panic flashes across his face.
“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice rises unintentionally. “Is he still unwell? Should we wake him— should we call the doctor?”
Taehyung quickly catches his husband's wrist, thumb brushing softly to calm him down. “Calm down. I gave him the syrup after feeding him,” he murmurs. “He’ll probably be fine by morning. If not, we’ll take him to the doctor tomorrow. Okay?”
Jungkook exhales, nodding hesitantly— shoulders dropping once the rush of fear settles. But his worry doesn’t fade. It shifts… back to his omega.
His gaze drops to Taehyung's chest again — this time not with hunger, but with a softer kind of ache. Concern mingled with instinct.
He knows what this means, and what needs to be done right now.
Taehyung does too — his cheeks are pink for a reason.
“…you’re uncomfortable,” Jungkook murmurs, voice gentler now, more careful. “It must really hurt.”
Taehyung nods faintly, face scrunched like he’s fighting another whine.
There’s a thick, loaded pause between them — the kind where neither of them has to say out loud what they both already know: Jungkook can help him. So easily. And Taehyung wouldn’t stop him.
His lashes flutter, breathing uneven. Jungkook’s fingers curl slowly into the sheets, restraining the instinct tugging at his spine.
“Do you want me to…” his voice falters once, breaths shaky before he regathers it, “—help you? E-ease it?”
Taehyung doesn’t answer immediately — but his eyes soften, heavy with need and relief all at once.
And Jungkook feels the temperature in the room shift — tenderness first, desire humming underneath, waiting to break through.
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. The moment he realizes exactly how heavy Taehyung’s chest feels, his instincts take over — protective, tender, overwhelming. He leans closer, letting his lips brush over the fabric, breath hot against him.
“Tae…” he murmurs, voice low and urgent, “let me help you.”
Taehyung shivers at the words, eyes fluttering closed. “Kook…” he whispers, small and helpless, “I… it hurts so much.”
Jungkook’s hands are steady on his omega’s sides, fingers gentle but firm, supporting him. He slowly unbuttons the omega's shirt and removes it, revealing the heavy swells that are begging to be freed. He doesn't waste any more time as he leans down and presses closer, lips brushing and finally taking the nipple in his mouth, instinct and need tangled into one.
Taehyung gasps softly — a mixture of relief and the intimate closeness that comes from being cared for this way.
The tension in Taehyung’s chest begins to ease, and Jungkook feels it immediately — the way his omega relaxes, trembles, and melts under his touch. Every sigh, every small shiver, pulls at something deep inside him.
“Ahh—” Taehyung lets out a hiss, his hands clutch at Jungkook’s shoulders instinctively, holding on as if afraid to let go, and the vulnerability is almost unbearable. Jungkook’s lips don’t leave him, gently sucking, ensuring the relief spreads, slow and deliberate.
Breath mingles, bodies close, and for a moment the world outside disappears. It’s just them — the quiet gasps, the shivering exhale, the mutual need and care tangled together. Jungkook’s fingers trace along Taehyung’s sides, grounding him while the omega melts beneath him.
When the tension finally releases, Taehyung’s chest softens, his breath evening out. His face is flushed, eyes half-lidded with relief and something warmer, something unspoken that passes between them.
Jungkook lifts his head slightly, just to take a look at Taehyung's face, heart racing. “Better?” he whispers, voice husky.
Taehyung nods, a faint smile tugging at his lips despite the flush. “B-better… so much better…”
But Jungkook doesn’t move away. Not yet. The intimacy, the closeness, the smell of his omega, the warmth of his body against him — it’s intoxicating. He’s not just protective; he’s overwhelmed with desire he’s been holding back for months.
Their eyes meet, and something unspoken passes between them: need, want, hunger. Taehyung swallows, his lashes brushing against flushed cheeks, and Jungkook leans closer again, lips hovering over his omega’s other nipple, slow and tense, testing boundaries — letting the heat simmer just beneath the surface.
Even now, the pretty moonlight filtering in can’t compete with the beauty building quietly, intensely between them. Relief has turned into longing, and neither of them can deny it.
Taehyung exhales, long and shaky, as the tight ache in his chest begins to ease. He lets out a soft, relieved sigh, shoulders sinking against Jungkook.
Without thinking, his small hands grab onto Jungkook’s hair, fingers threading tightly through the dark strands. “Kook… closer,” he murmurs, voice breathy and vulnerable. “Please…”
Jungkook feels his breath quickening, heart hammering at the way Taehyung’s body presses into him. Then instinct takes over. He leans fully into him, letting his lips and hands follow wherever Taehyung needs, molding himself to the curves of his chest.
Taehyung presses forward, nudging Jungkook firmly against him, seeking the weight and warmth he craves. His breaths are uneven, soft moans escaping as he feels the tension slowly fade. “Ah… so good…” he whispers, long fingers tightening reflexively in Jungkook’s hair, holding him like an anchor.
The alpha hums softly, lips brushing along the skin, gentle and careful, grounding him while the omega melts against him. His own pulse spikes — the vulnerability, the softness, the trust — it’s almost too much to bear.
He also moans at the taste of the milk.
Taehyung shifts slightly, dragging Jungkook deeper onto him, pressing his body against Jungkook’s, wanting to feel every inch, to make the pain vanish. Every small movement, every shiver of relief, sends another thrill through Jungkook.
The room is quiet except for their heavy breaths, mingling and shaky, slow sighs and murmurs filling the space. Jungkook’s hands cradle him, careful, soft, responsive, matching every instinctive tug and push.
Finally, Taehyung leans back slightly, chest lighter now, face flushed, eyes half-lidded, but still holding Jungkook tightly as if he’s afraid to let go. “F-feels so good now…” he whispers, voice soft, trembling.
Jungkook presses closer, letting his hands roam possessively along Taehyung’s sides and back. The moment his lips capture Taehyung’s in a heated kiss, the omega lets out a soft, breathy moan, fingers clutching at Jungkook’s shoulders.
The omega squirms instinctively, tilting, writhing against him as if every inch of him is alive with sensation. His small whimpers turn into shaky, desperate gasps, and Jungkook groans against him, leaning harder, hands firm and claiming.
“Ah… Kook…” Taehyung moans again, voice trembling, lips parting as he arches into Jungkook’s chest. His whole body is soft and pliant under the alpha, and it drives Jungkook wild — the way Tae melts, the way he reacts, it’s all a fire that consumes him from the inside out.
Jungkook tilts him slightly, lips trailing down to the neck, teeth grazing lightly, leaving heated kisses that make Taehyung shiver uncontrollably. “K-Kook… oh my g-god…!” Tae whimpers, squirming, hands tangling in Jungkook’s hair as he presses himself desperately against him.
The alpha growls low in his throat, holding him tighter, rocking subtly, almost possessively. Every moan, every small wriggle, every tremor sends a rush of heat through Jungkook. He feels the satisfaction of finally having him, of holding him like this, right here, right now.
Taehyung’s soft whines and gasps fill the room, rising and falling with every touch, and Jungkook can’t help but deepen the kisses, trailing down again to the shoulder, then the collarbone, hands firm along Tae’s back.
And just in a second, Jungkook’s breath turns heavy as his hand slips lower, cupping Taehyung's cake with a hunger he’s been choking back for months. The omega gasps, hips jerking, thighs squeezing around Jungkook’s wrist as the alpha uses his slick to lubricate his fingers, but he doesn’t stop him — he tilts his head back instead, chest heaving, already trembling.
Jungkook exhales against his skin, low and rough, before his hand really begins to move — slow at first, learning him all over again, then deeper, firmer, making Taehyung whimper into the pillow. The omega’s legs shake helplessly, toes curling, a broken moan catching in his throat as his legs open up for his husband instinctively.
“Good boy…” the alpha breathes, voice raspy against Taehyung’s ear, and the praise alone makes the omega shudder hard enough that the mattress shifts.
His hips arch without him meaning to, chasing more, needing more. Tears pool in his eyes from sheer intensity, lashes wet, breathing gone thin and uneven.
Every slow stroke steals another sound from him — half-moaned, half-bitten-back — until Taehyung grabs at Jungkook’s shoulders and buries his face there, muffling the noise against warm skin. His voice cracks, shaking, helpless.
“Shhh… that’s it… doing so well for me,” Jungkook whispers, kissing the side of his jaw as if he’s worshipping him, hand working him open with steady, starving insistence.
Taehyung is falling apart — whole body arching into each touch, legs trembling, nails digging into Jungkook’s back as more slick heat rolls through him. His thighs are shaking uncontrollably now, breath hitching, jaw slack with need.
Jungkook holds him closer when he starts to come undone, forehead pressed to Tae’s temple, murmuring praise in a low whisper, voice almost reverent.
“Beautiful… look at you… my pretty omega… so perfect for me…”
That’s all it takes — Taehyung breaks with a sharp, choked sob of pleasure, clinging to Jungkook like he’s the only thing anchoring him to the earth. His release crashes through him hard, body shaking, mouth open in a silent cry before sound finally spills out — broken and breathless and overwhelming. He bites Jungkook’s shoulder to keep from crying out louder, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as the waves roll through him again and again.
“Calm down, love, calm down.”
Jungkook holds him through the aftershock, hand never leaving him — steady, grounding, possessive — kissing the side of Taehyung’s head like he’s something sacred. Because yes, he is.
“I-it has been so l-long…that's why—”
“I know baby, I know. I get it. But you liked it, right?”
The omega quickly nodded his head. “O-of course.”
He exhales shakily, chest still heaving as the waves of pleasure slowly started to go down. He nuzzles against Jungkook, letting his body relax fully into the alpha’s arms, small shivers still running through him as Jungkook holds him against his chest and caresses his back to comfort him.
Taehyung's fingers brush lightly along the alpha's side, and a soft, mischievous smile tugs at his lips.
“Let me make you happy now,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing, leaning just enough to make the implication clear.
Jungkook’s stomach tingles, mind spinning, and he feels like he’s floating — the world reduced to just the two of them. Without a second thought, he quickly nods, laying back and giving his omega full control.
“So eager, huh?” A soft laugh escapes Taehyung as he slowly shifts, moving lower, teasing, letting Jungkook feel the anticipation.
His eyes widen slightly at the bulge pressing over the fabric, a mix of hunger and disbelief making him gulp. He’s about to take action, fingers hovering, and Jungkook is ready to experience the almost forgotten pleasure again when a soft whimper cuts through the silence.
Both of them freeze instantly, turning their heads toward the sound. There’s little Yul, slowly waking, lips wobbling, eyes wide and ready to cry. The sight immediately breaks the tension, and the two adults exchange a silent, exasperated glance — desire simmering, still unspent, but postponed by their tiny, innocent alarm clock.
Taehyung quickly retreats, going to pick up the little pup in his arms and comfort him.
Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh as he stares at the ceiling, feeling like crying. “Fuck my life!” He sits up and kisses the pup's cheeks before getting off of the bed. “Don't cry, Yul-ie. Your mommy is all yours now,” he says with a pained smile that makes the omega almost laugh, which he successfully holds back. “Tae, if he feels uncomfortable or unwell, please let's not waste any time and take him to the doctor. I don't want his tiny body to feel even a little bit of pain. My puppy should be fit and fine even though he cockblocks his father.”
Taehyung chuckles and looks down at the pup who's now dozing off again with the omega’s nipple still inside his mouth.
“I am sorry—”
“Oh god, Taehyung. Please don't…” Jungkook utters in disbelief. “Why are you saying sorry? I may tease you and always act dramatic but I'm actually not a kid, Tae. Taking care of the pup is our first priority. So, never say sorry when you are just focusing on your first priority. Understood?”
The omega quietly nods his head. He watches as Jungkook slowly walks towards the bathroom and gets inside. He lets out a deep breath and looks back at the fully asleep pup now. “You little brat? Why are you making your daddy suffer so much, hmm?”
Even though Jungkook said it was ok, Taehyung knows it's not. The alpha must be suffering.
And he makes a promise to himself that he'll definitely help Jungkook next time.
Yeah, next time….
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And finally the time comes after a couple of days.
It looks like Jungkook will not back off today… No matter what.
Taehyung’s body shudders as he curls closer against Jungkook, chest still rising and falling, breaths shaky and ragged. His lips part, and a low, trembling moan slips out as he nuzzles against the alpha, the heat between them pulsing with unspent desire.
“Let me… let me make you feel good,” he murmurs, voice thick with both longing and victory. Jungkook’s dark eyes darken further, pupils dilated, chest rising with shallow breaths as a surge of feral hunger washes over him.
Months of holding back, of watching, of wanting — it all crashes down, and he knows he won’t be stopping.
Without a word, Jungkook shifts, pressing himself closer until every inch of him is flush against Taehyung. The omega gasps, body trembling under the heat of contact, and the small sounds escaping him — whimpers, gasps, tiny shivers — send a rush of possession straight through the alpha.
He leans closer, lips brushing lightly over Jungkook’s collarbone, soft kisses that are as much claiming as they are affectionate. Jungkook’s hands grip the sheets, knuckles whitening, as the quiet intensity builds. Every touch, every press, every whispered breath sets off tremors through both of them. Taehyung’s fingers trace along sensitive spots, eliciting soft, broken gasps — the alpha’s body responding like it’s been starved for this exact warmth and attention.
Nearby, their little pup, Yul, is in a deep, dream-filled sleep on the bed beside them, tiny body rising and falling with every inhale and exhale, completely unaware of what his parents are doing. The sight tugs at Taehyung’s chest in a wave of affection — a reminder of the little family waiting quietly in their warmth — even as the heat between them refuses to fade.
“You feel so good… so perfect for me,” Jungkook breathes against Taehyung’s neck, voice low and rough, fingers clutching at his waist as he holds him tight.
Taehyung arches instinctively, grinding back just enough to let the alpha feel how ready he is, how desperate he’s been to finally give himself over.
The bed shifts beneath them as Jungkook moves with deliberate, starved urgency, and Taehyung moans again, louder this time, clutching at the sheets, body quivering from every brush, every press, every touch. “K-Kook… please…!” he gasps, voice breaking, trembling all the way down to his toes when his husband finally pushes his length inside him.
Jungkook growls low in response, pressing closer, chest to chest, forehead to forehead, breathing hot against Taehyung’s ear. “Shhh… that’s it… my omega… so good for me…” Every word is praise, a claim, a mark of how long he’s waited for this, how much he’s craved this very moment. Without even giving a warning or hint, he grabs the omega and suddenly flips their position, startling him.
Taehyung writhes under him as his alpha doesn't give him any time to adjust, hips rolling instinctively, body wracked with need, moans spilling out in soft, broken bursts. His back arches beautifully, nails digging lightly into Jungkook’s shoulders, and the alpha can feel it — every tiny motion, every tremor, every shiver responding to him, opening up for him, taking him in.
He likes it—no, he loves it. He has prayed for this moment.
Taehyung closes his eyes, feeling everything inside him burning. He can feel the alpha deep inside his stomach and the sensation is sending him to heaven. He may not have shown him like Jungkook did, but he was also dying to feel his husband for so long. And now, he is finally getting it.
All they can pray is for the pup to be keep sleeping.
Jungkook presses low and firm, holding him close, murmuring one low praise after another. He lets the omega feel the full weight of possession, of finally getting what he’s craved for so long. “Look at you… letting me have you like an obedient omega…” His words send another shiver through Taehyung, body loosening and tightening simultaneously.
Taehyung’s moans rise, breath hitching, voice breaking, trembling into groans of need that make the alpha’s teeth clench.
Time slows around them — a haze of heat, need, moans, and whispered praise. Taehyung’s body shakes under him, soft whimpers and breathy gasps catching in his throat as Jungkook holds him, moves with him, and claims him completely. Every motion, every press, every shiver fuels Jungkook’s feral hunger, making him groan low and possessively.
Taehyung’s moans turn desperate, broken, almost uncontrollable, and Jungkook leans down, pressing a dark, satisfied kiss to his temple. “That’s it… my beautiful omega… you’re mine…” His words are praise, hunger, and ownership all at once. Taehyung’s back arches sharply, body trembling, voice cracking with the intensity of it, completely undone beneath him.
The alpha leans down and brushes his nose against Taehyung's already perked up nipples, teasing them with his lips before finally licking them, and wetting them with his tongue. The omega hisses loudly when Jungkook wraps his lips around his bud takes it inside his warm mouth, sucking slow yet hard. Taehyung just lets him. Because he is also loving the intense sensation and the overwhelming pleasure. Jungkook abuses both of his nipples with his mouth and fingers, sucking out the milk until he's satisfied.
Every gasp, every shiver, every tiny wriggle makes Jungkook’s chest tighten, heart hammering. Finally, when Taehyung’s moans rise in a long, ragged crescendo, he feels the alpha’s own hunger and ego spike — the moment they’ve both been starving for, consuming, claiming, and waiting for months.
Jungkook lets his omega release it first, because he knows taehyung will not be able to hold back till he reaches his climax.
Taehyung's body shudders as he takes the alpha even after his orgasm.
When it ends, they collapse together in a tangle of limbs, breathing heavy, hearts racing, skin flushed and hot. Taehyung rests against Jungkook’s chest, still trembling softly, a satisfied smile curling at his lips. Jungkook presses his forehead to Taehyung’s, murmuring praises over and over, fingers brushing along his back, arms tight around him.
The night stretches on in a haze of heat and need. Jungkook’s hands and lips roam over Taehyung tirelessly, and every gasp, every soft moan, every tremble of the omega only drives him further. Round after round, Taehyung squirms beneath him, giving in completely to the starved alpha’s relentless hunger and takes him continuously without any pause. His body grows weaker with each wave, every movement draining him further, until finally, exhaustion presses down, and he sags limply against Jungkook.
He lost counting how many times he has creamed.
But the alpha doesn’t slow. His stamina, forged by months of torturous restraint, keeps him going — starved for every inch of his omega, for every taste and shiver. Each time Taehyung falters, groans of pleasure spilling past ragged lips, Jungkook murmurs possessive praises, a low, feral hum vibrating through the room. The hunger that has been building for months, restrained and yearning, fuels him, letting him ride wave after wave of desire without pause.
Hours slip by in this heat, bodies tangled, breaths ragged, until finally Taehyung’s body surrenders completely, limp and trembling, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. Jungkook hovers over him, still starved, still feral, feeling a familiar surge — he wants him one more time before dawn.
But before he can move, a small, desperate cry cuts through the quiet. The tiny pup, Yul, is awake. Jungkook freezes, heart lurching — he doesn’t want to disturb his omega, knows how utterly drained Taehyung is. He carefully lifts the little one into his arms, rocking gently, whispering soft, low words to soothe him. The soft whimpers begin to fade as the pup nestles against his chest.
It's clear that Yul is hungry. Jungkook exhales, laying the tiny pup beside his exhausted omega. With deliberate care, he lifts Taehyung’s shirt, brushing damp hair from his forehead. His hands are gentle, coaxing Taehyung’s sore, sensitive skin without jostling him. He guides the tiny mouth to the nipple, and Yul latches immediately, sucking eagerly.
Taehyung hisses softly at the sudden contact, flinching at the tenderness of his overstimulated nipples. Jungkook wraps an arm around him, pressing his body close, releasing calming pheromones, murmuring quiet reassurances. Slowly, the hisses fade, his breathing evens, and he melts into the warmth of the alpha holding him, feeling comforted and safe despite the soreness.
The room is quiet except for the soft rhythm of Yul feeding, Jungkook’s low hums, and Taehyung’s relaxed breaths. Heat, hunger, and need have given way to something softer, gentler — intimacy in exhaustion, love in quiet, stolen moments between heartbeats.
Finally, Jungkook leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, murmuring possessively, “So cute babies… My babies. Only mine,” before settling beside them. The omega keeps his eyes closed, surrendering to sleep at last, and the tiny pup nurses contentedly against him, completing this quiet, tender ending.
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The morning sun filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the small family. Taehyung stirs slightly in his sleep, chest rising and falling peacefully, still curled against Jungkook. Yul, full and content, snoozes beside them, tiny hands twitching in dreams.
He watches his husband and his pup both sleeping peacefully. A soft smile appears at the corner of his lips when he notices how Jungkook is holding his waist over Yul’s body, hugging and protecting them both.
Months of longing, hunger, and teasing have finally settled into this quiet, perfect intimacy. Taehyung brushes a gentle hand through his husband's hair, murmuring, “I am so.. so lucky to have you both in my life,” before pressing a kiss to the pup’s temple.
For now, there are no distractions, no chaos — just them. The pup, their love, and the warmth of a family. And in that calm, silent morning, Jungkook knows this is exactly where he belongs.
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But, but, but… It was probably the once in a blue moon chance Jungkook got or it was just that he was lucky only for today. The pup has probably spared him one day to have the omega.
And it's not gonna happen all the time though.
Because, as usual, Yul is going back to cockblock his father again and have all of his mommy's love, attention and time only for himself.
So today, Jungkook has decided to take a petty revenge on the tiny rival who has been stealing his omega from him since birth.
The alpha is lying comfortably against the headboard, Taehyung tucked into his side and nuzzling into his chest. He tries to suppress a chuckle when Jungkook suddenly grabs Yul by his tiny arms and gently scoots him away from Taehyung — earning an immediate, betrayed wail from the pup.
The omega bursts into laughter, hiding his face deeper into Jungkook’s chest as the alpha announces proudly, “Go away. This is my omega — not yours.”
Technically, all three of them are on the bed… though only Taehyung and Jungkook are lying down. Little Yul is sitting in front of them, trying desperately to reach his mama, but his daddy is not letting him come any closer.
Yul lets out a loud cry, tears brimming as he rubs at his eyes with chubby little fists. Still, he crawls forward determinedly, babbling little whining sounds in a desperate attempt to earn Taehyung’s attention — but Taehyung just chuckles softly and continues pretending not to notice him.
Jungkook bites back a laugh as the pup tries everything to get noticed — head tilts, pouty gurgles, dramatic sniffles — and yet Taehyung stays tucked in the alpha's arms like he’s on his husband's team.
The moment is so cute the couple is barely holding themselves back.
Fed up, the pup starts hitting Jungkook’s forearm with his tiny baby punches — attack 100%, damage 0%. His little face scrunches up in frustration as he continues whacking the alpha like a furious dumpling.
Jungkook bursts out laughing, which of course makes the pup even more offended.
“My omega. Only mine,” Jungkook keeps teasing smugly, “I get his love. All of it. Not you.”
Yul wails louder, tugging at Taehyung’s shirt and trying to shove himself into his omega’s arms, but Taehyung stubbornly faces away, keeping the act going just a little longer.
“Your mama is mine. You can't have him today haha!”
They continue teasing him like this until Taehyung finally thinks the little guy has suffered enough and now he should be getting his mommy's attention on him again.
“I think that’s enough. My little alpha needs me,” he whispers to Jungkook, who sighs and loosens his hold so Taehyung can slip out of his embrace and scoop the sobbing pup into his arms.
The moment Yul is lifted, he immediately climbs onto Taehyung’s lap, clinging like a baby koala.
“He’s such a mama’s boy,” Taehyung laughs warmly, peppering the pup’s cheeks with soft kisses. “Sorry baby, mommy was just playing, hmm? Mommy loves you the most,” he apologizes as if the pup will understand and forgive him.
Yul relaxes, completely going pliant in the omega's arms, letting his mama shower him with love and kisses again. He has been waiting for this.
Jungkook gasps dramatically. “What about me?” he asks.
Taehyung hums, pretending to think. “A little less than Yul-ie.”
“Noooooo!” Jungkook whines loudly before wrapping his arms around both of them in a huge possessive cuddle.
The pup rests his head on Taehyung’s chest, still sniffling softly, tiny fingers clutching at his mama’s shirt like a koala refusing to be moved again. His puffy eyes peek over at Jungkook, glaring at him and giving him a silent ‘don’t you dare separate me from my mama again’ warning.
Meanwhile, Taehyung just smiles and relaxes into Jungkook’s warmth — his head resting comfortably on his alpha’s chest, watching his husband and son silently fight the cutest, softest rivalry in the world.
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Later that night, after dinner and bath time, all three of them lie down again — Taehyung in the middle this time, because Jungkook claims this prevents Yul from “invading his territory.”
It does not.
The moment Taehyung’s head touches the pillow, little Yul scoots closer like a sleepy caterpillar and rolls over the omega, landing in the middle of his parents and creating a barrier between his mommy and daddy like the naughty puppy he is. He glues himself to Taehyung’s chest, tiny hands fisting the omega’s shirt as if saying— ‘mine’.
Jungkook narrows his eyes.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters under his breath. “He’s not even asleep yet and already blocking me.”
Taehyung giggles softly. “He just wants comfort. He’s still a baby.”
“He’s a baby thief,” Jungkook corrects.
The pup shifts and turns a little, lifting his head just enough to glare at Jungkook with those big glossy eyes — as if he fully understood and is ready to fight again. One tiny whine. One dramatic pout.
The warning has been issued.
Jungkook scoffs, refusing to back down. He slowly reaches out, trying to pull Taehyung closer by the waist—
Yul immediately smacks his hand away.
A tiny whack noise.
Jungkook freezes.
Taehyung’s shoulders shake as he tries not to burst into laughter.
“Oh? Fighting your daddy now?” Jungkook taunts, leaning forward.
Yul answers by scooting even closer to Taehyung, nuzzling even more onto his chest like a baby shield.
“Look at him,” Jungkook whispers, absolutely scandalized. “He’s— he’s trying to have you all for himself.”
“Mhm,” Taehyung hums softly, cuddling the baby against him and giving gentle pats on his back, “cruel competition.”
Jungkook huffs, then tries his move again — sliding an arm around Taehyung’s waist.
Yul kicks his legs with a whine.
A tiny babypunch-kick combo.
100% strength. 200% disrespect.
Jungkook playfully tugs the pup's small feet, trying to gently pull him back from his mother, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips.
In response, little Yul only gets angry and leans forward and sinks his tiny, toothless gums into Jungkook’s forearm with surprising determination.
“Ouch! Ouch—hey!” Jungkook yelps, jerking his hand back in disbelief. “Did you just bite me, you little gremlin?” he gasps dramatically, eyes wide before giving the pup’s padded bum a light, playful pat.
Taehyung bursts out laughing beside him, his shoulders shaking as Jungkook glares at the baby who only blinks up at him, clearly proud of his tiny act of rebellion.
“He’s so done with you.”
“HE’S A MINI ALPHA IN TRAINING,” Jungkook complains, voice full of betrayal. “Why is he practicing domination on me?! I’m the father!”
Yul lets out a satisfied little coo, plopping his head back down smugly onto Taehyung’s chest like he won the world cup.
“You see this?” Jungkook points at him dramatically. “He’s mocking me. He knows.”
“Maybe,” Taehyung teases, eyes sparkling, “he just loves me more.”
Jungkook drops his head back on the pillow like he’s been fatally wounded. His arms are still wrapped around his omega over the pup's tiny body.
“I was here FIRST,” he grumbles, pouting like a child.
Taehyung leans over and kisses his forehead gently.
“You still are,” he whispers softly.
Jungkook’s pout softens a little…
…until Yul reaches out mid-sleep and pushes Jungkook’s cheek away with his tiny palm like a sleepy bouncer guarding a VIP section.
And Taehyung loses it, laughing a little louder this time. He is definitely enjoying this.
Jungkook just stares at the ceiling in silence.
“Why does he keep winning?” He lets out a huff playfully.
“Because he's the boss here.”
The alpha rolls his eyes, “One day, I am going to tie his little arms and legs to the bed and take you away.”
“Oh god, shut up! My stomach hurts…” Taehyung wheezes, shaking his head.
He watches as the alpha sits up a little, brows furrowing as if some tragic realization just hit him.
“THAT’S IT,” he announces loudly, pointing an accusing finger at the half-asleep pup. “I am NEVER not using a condom again!”
Taehyung widens his eyes and registers the words before he chokes on his laughter, body shaking. “Kook— what?! W-what did you just say?”
“I swear!” Jungkook continues dramatically, clutching his heart as if giving a speech at war. “No more! Never again! This is the last tiny thief allowed in this house!”
Yul lets out a soft sleepy giggle at the loud tone — happy baby noises bubbling from his mouth like he knows his daddy is losing and he is winning.
Such a bratty pup!
Jungkook is still sulking dramatically, muttering “condoms forever”, “I am team condoms from now on” under his breath.
Taehyung absolutely loses it, hiding his face in his husband's arm that is resting under head as he wheezes, “Y-you’re saying that now— but you won’t even remember this the next time—”
“YES I WILL!” Jungkook protests, full dramatics mode activated. “I will remember the heartbreak! The betrayal! The cuddle theft!”
Yul makes another tiny giggle, squishing his face against Taehyung’s chest like he’s proud.
Jungkook gasps.
“Oh my god. He thinks it’s funny. He’s LAUGHING at me—”
“He’s just a happy baby,” Taehyung giggles, wiping the tears forming in his eyes.
Jungkook crosses his arms like a grumpy cat.
“I’m happy too. I’m SO happy,” he deadpans. “I’m done with babies, next time I’ll get a pet that won’t steal my omega from me… won't ask for your cuddles. Probably a goldfish.”
Taehyung bursts into laughter again — soft, breathy giggles that shake his shoulders — while Yul lets out the tiniest happy squeal, completely entertained by his daddy’s meltdown.
And Jungkook?
He looks away, pouting like a kicked puppy.
“A goldfish, huh?” the omega giggles softly. “You? Raising a goldfish?”
Jungkook nods, dead serious. “Yes. Loyal. Silent. Non-cuddle-stealing.”
Taehyung snorts. “It’ll die in two days.”
Jungkook gasps like Taehyung has just insulted three generations of his ancestry.
“EXCUSE ME?!” He widens his eyes.
Taehyung laughs harder, palm over his mouth. “You can barely keep your phone charged overnight. You think you’ll remember to feed a goldfish?”
“I would!” Jungkook argues defensively. “I would cherish that goldfish. I would raise it with dignity. It would be—”
“—floating upside down by morning,” Taehyung finishes, eyes crescent-shaped from laughing. “O-oh god!”
Jungkook clutches his heart in fake pain.
“My own omega… does not believe in my fatherly abilities…”
Yul, still snuggled happily to Taehyung’s chest, lets out a tiny squeal — almost like a giggle — as if agreeing with his mommy and offending the alpha even more.
Jungkook stares at both of them.
“Unreal. I’m being bullied by my soulmate and my offspring.”
Taehyung leans forward and kisses his pout gently. “We’re just keeping you humble.”
Jungkook sighs deeply, then wraps his arm around both of them anyway, mumbling:
“Next baby is still a goldfish.”
Taehyung just shakes his head and snuggles closer to both of them — still smiling — thinking to himself:
This isn’t a rivalry.
This is love.
Chaotic, jealous, clingy, stupidly adorable love.
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