The Holy Trinity Of Collarbones

the holy trinity of collarbones

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The Pack Initiative - 14

TPI Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Grocery shopping is boring. Truly, mind-numbingly boring.

We were split into two groups, one to get groceries while the other went to buy furniture and basic supplies like bedding and blankets.

I was part of the lucky group who got to push carts around and hum along to the generic music whilst the carts got fuller and fuller with various foods, drinks and spices.

Jin and Taehyung were the ones examining and comparing brands and prices whilst Hoseok and I pushed carts (his being much fuller than mine) and occasionally chimed in with our thoughts when asked. His cart was full of large bags of rice, along with multipacks of canned food and large joints of meat, whilst mine housed spices, sauces and a few little treats so far. I had managed to sneak in a few sweet treats as well as some cereal Hoseok had been eyeing up.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook were furniture shopping which I'm sure was less boring than this. Jimin had offered to go so he could make sure all the right blankets and bedding were chosen, especially those for the nest. I do hope they make good decisions, I don't want an ugly couch or a cabinet that never leaves the packaging because they picked something intricate when none of them know their way around a toolbox or flatpack.

Who knows? Maybe they'll put those alpha muscles and brains to good use and everything will be set up and arranged perfectly by the time the rest of us get back!

"Psst, Y/N." Hoseok loudly whispers, gently nudging me in the ribs with his elbow. I avert my attention to him, stopping with my cart right in the middle of the aisle. "I'll do anything you want if you can get this to wrap up any time soon."

"Anything?" He simply nods in reply, his usual cheery and smile-covered face reduced to frown. "Fine." I spin my head around, eyes searching for the other two members of the grocery run, not able to find them right away. They were all the way at the end of the aisle, comparing boxed mixes of pancake mix and arguing the pros and cons of making it fresh or buying from a packet. I slowly walk up to the two, tucking myself into Jin's side.

"You okay, little one?" Jin tucks his arm around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer until my front is fully pressed against the side of his torso.

"I don't feel good." I pout, fluttering my eyelashes when his eyes meet mine. His face drops a little, his other hand dropping the box into Taehyung's and laying against my forehead.

"You don't feel warm, what's wrong?" His hand doesn't move, staying planted against my forehead as his eyes fly around every feature on my face.

"My stomach feels funny and my head hurts too." I try and make my voice seem softer, moving my face into his hand. He doesn't say anything in reply, looking to Taehyung who nods and escorts us over to the carts.

"What's going on?" Hoseok pipes up, confused as Taehyung commandeers the cart I had been pushing.

"Little omega here isn't feeling too good, so you and Taehyung are going to checkout while we get some fresh air and wait outside." Seokjin coos, using the hand that was once on my forehead to rub my arm, smiling sadly as my eyes follow his. Hoseok's eyes meet mine, managing to hide a smile with his mouth but glee fills his eyes.

I stay glued to Jin's side as we move through the store, separating from the two alphas when we near the checkouts at the front of the store and standing outside near the taxi rank. I don't move from his embrace, it being a little chilly outside and I'm enjoying the warmth he provides.

"Are you feeling better, little one?" He murmurs against the top of my head, planting a small kiss after. I nod slowly, trying to tuck my head further into his chest and wrap my arms tighter around his tiny waist. "They should be done soon. Hopefully the others have at least set the bed or the couch up first."

"Jin?" He answers with a hum, "Can we use the basement as a nest?"

"A big pack one? I think that's an amazing idea, little one." He kisses my head again, squeezing me impossibly tighter.

"Hey! Save some cuddles for the rest of us!" Hoseok calls out, abandoning his cart full of bags next to Taehyung and wrapping his arms around us both, crushing us slightly.

"Me too!" Taehyung pushes the carts until he reaches us, standing on the opposite side to Hoseok before enveloping us in his own bear hug. My head is smushed into Jin's torso, his pecs practically embracing my face while Hoseok and Taehyung link arms and hold us tighter, crushing us.

"Can't... breathe..." Jin splutters out, plump lips gasping for air. We all disconnect after that, stretching in attempts to revitalise the muscles that had been squashed in the bear hug incident. Hoseok and Taehyung mutter a few sorrys, averting their attention back to the carts and pushing them towards the car park. "I'll call a taxi."

—//—

"Honeys, we're home!" Taehyung calls out, kicking open the door with his foot as all of our hands were full with bags. Well, Jin and I less so, the two alphas wanted to show off and piled their arms high in some weird sort of power show. Don't get me wrong, it was attractive! I could practically hear both mine and Jin's inner omegas whining but there's just no need to be parading around their muscles and strength like we're in some sort of circus show.

"We're coming!" A voice calls back before the sound of thudding footsteps comes our way, the three alphas leading the way while Jimin holds up the back. The poor boy looks bored, eyes blinking sleepily as we appear in his line of vision.

"Hey, have they been working you to death?" Jin coos, passing his bags over to the waiting arms of Jungkook while I give mine to Yoongi, whispering a thanks in reply. Jimin nods, sliding across the floor until he lands in Jin's awaiting arms with a loud huff of air.

"Poor boy." I hum, moving over to the two fellow omegas and rubbing the younger's arm gently, pressing a kiss to his exposed cheek.

"We have not!" Jungkook whines, jokingly glaring at Jimin (who doesn't even turn around, burrowing deeper into our comfort) before spinning around and lugging the shopping bags into the kitchen. I separate from the other two omegas, spinning on my heel and colliding face first into a rock hard chest! I quickly pull away, falling over my feet doing so and beginning to fall when two arms stretch out from the side of the chest, grabbing me just in time. I slowly drag my eyes away from the muscular chest staring me in the face, my face and neck beginning to feel incredibly warm when Namjoon simply looks back, stuttering a little.

"Straight for the titties, Y/N, I'm impressed." Jimin cackles, Jin's giggles joining them when Namjoon and I begin to stutter in reply. My mouth gapes open and shut like a fish; words and sentences are sucked out of my brain, rendering me a neanderthal. I hazard a look at Namjoon through my peripherals, who's eyes are firmly glued to his shoes while his cheeks stay flushed and probably as bright as mine.

"Jeez, you two, it's like you've never heard the word tits before."

"Huh? What the hell are you guys talking about?" Yoongi interrupts, eyebrow cocked and a little grin clear on his mouth.

"Namjoon's chest, hyung." Jimin supplies, acting helpful.

"Ah, I see."

"Can we please stop talking about my pecs? Please?" Namjoon screeches, gritting his teeth as his hands come together in a praying motion. However, the two pack members ignore him and continue with their quips and stares.

"Namtiddies for the win." Jimin leans close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispers.

"PARK JIMIN!"

—//—

-The Next Day-

KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in!"

I push the handle down with my elbow, kicking it open with my foot, stopping when I see him surrounded by various screws and tools.

"I bring coffee," I offer up, lifting the cup nervously, "But you're busy. I'll leave this and go." I go to set it down nearby, stopping at a call of my name.

"You can stay, I'm just putting these together." He holds up a short piece of wood and an instruction booklet, nodding in thanks when I set the cup next to his leg. I settle down on the floor, close enough to talk to him but far enough to avoid messing up the setup of screws and wooden pieces. I blow on my drink, quietly taking a sip while Yoongi grabs a screwdriver and begins to screw the two pieces of wood together without saying a word or glancing at the mug.

"What're you making?"

"Right now? A bedside table. After that, there's the kitchen table, chairs and then a few more things for the main bedroom." I nod, looking around at the opened boxes littering the floor and the ones still sealed leaning against the nearby wall. I simply watch on as he carries on, only stopping to take a drink every once in a while or to swap tools.

I'd like to lie and say that I kept my eyes on his handiwork and tried to learn from the things he was doing, like how he ignored some of the steps in favour of doing his own thing, which seems to make it sturdier, or how smoothly he progressed through the tools and instructions until a completely finished bedside table sat before us, but alas, I cannot. My eyes pretty much stayed glued to his hands and arms the entire time with occasional glances to the way he bit his bottom lip when it was a step that meant more power was used. I nearly dropped my half-empty mug when he rolled the sleeves of his long-sleeved top up to reveal his forearms, flexing as he screwed.

I felt my inner omega swoon, probably almost faint halfway through, yet we managed to fight through and somehow survive the glorious sexy Yoongi DIY show he had inadvertently created.

Amazing. Just amazing.

I have a new fic in the works but can’t decide who should be the lead, what do you think?

The Pack Initiative - 14

TPI Masterlist

Word Count: 1.7k

Grocery shopping is boring. Truly, mind-numbingly boring.

We were split into two groups, one to get groceries while the other went to buy furniture and basic supplies like bedding and blankets.

I was part of the lucky group who got to push carts around and hum along to the generic music whilst the carts got fuller and fuller with various foods, drinks and spices.

Jin and Taehyung were the ones examining and comparing brands and prices whilst Hoseok and I pushed carts (his being much fuller than mine) and occasionally chimed in with our thoughts when asked. His cart was full of large bags of rice, along with multipacks of canned food and large joints of meat, whilst mine housed spices, sauces and a few little treats so far. I had managed to sneak in a few sweet treats as well as some cereal Hoseok had been eyeing up.

Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook were furniture shopping which I'm sure was less boring than this. Jimin had offered to go so he could make sure all the right blankets and bedding were chosen, especially those for the nest. I do hope they make good decisions, I don't want an ugly couch or a cabinet that never leaves the packaging because they picked something intricate when none of them know their way around a toolbox or flatpack.

Who knows? Maybe they'll put those alpha muscles and brains to good use and everything will be set up and arranged perfectly by the time the rest of us get back!

"Psst, Y/N." Hoseok loudly whispers, gently nudging me in the ribs with his elbow. I avert my attention to him, stopping with my cart right in the middle of the aisle. "I'll do anything you want if you can get this to wrap up any time soon."

"Anything?" He simply nods in reply, his usual cheery and smile-covered face reduced to frown. "Fine." I spin my head around, eyes searching for the other two members of the grocery run, not able to find them right away. They were all the way at the end of the aisle, comparing boxed mixes of pancake mix and arguing the pros and cons of making it fresh or buying from a packet. I slowly walk up to the two, tucking myself into Jin's side.

"You okay, little one?" Jin tucks his arm around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer until my front is fully pressed against the side of his torso.

"I don't feel good." I pout, fluttering my eyelashes when his eyes meet mine. His face drops a little, his other hand dropping the box into Taehyung's and laying against my forehead.

"You don't feel warm, what's wrong?" His hand doesn't move, staying planted against my forehead as his eyes fly around every feature on my face.

"My stomach feels funny and my head hurts too." I try and make my voice seem softer, moving my face into his hand. He doesn't say anything in reply, looking to Taehyung who nods and escorts us over to the carts.

"What's going on?" Hoseok pipes up, confused as Taehyung commandeers the cart I had been pushing.

"Little omega here isn't feeling too good, so you and Taehyung are going to checkout while we get some fresh air and wait outside." Seokjin coos, using the hand that was once on my forehead to rub my arm, smiling sadly as my eyes follow his. Hoseok's eyes meet mine, managing to hide a smile with his mouth but glee fills his eyes.

I stay glued to Jin's side as we move through the store, separating from the two alphas when we near the checkouts at the front of the store and standing outside near the taxi rank. I don't move from his embrace, it being a little chilly outside and I'm enjoying the warmth he provides.

"Are you feeling better, little one?" He murmurs against the top of my head, planting a small kiss after. I nod slowly, trying to tuck my head further into his chest and wrap my arms tighter around his tiny waist. "They should be done soon. Hopefully the others have at least set the bed or the couch up first."

"Jin?" He answers with a hum, "Can we use the basement as a nest?"

"A big pack one? I think that's an amazing idea, little one." He kisses my head again, squeezing me impossibly tighter.

"Hey! Save some cuddles for the rest of us!" Hoseok calls out, abandoning his cart full of bags next to Taehyung and wrapping his arms around us both, crushing us slightly.

"Me too!" Taehyung pushes the carts until he reaches us, standing on the opposite side to Hoseok before enveloping us in his own bear hug. My head is smushed into Jin's torso, his pecs practically embracing my face while Hoseok and Taehyung link arms and hold us tighter, crushing us.

"Can't... breathe..." Jin splutters out, plump lips gasping for air. We all disconnect after that, stretching in attempts to revitalise the muscles that had been squashed in the bear hug incident. Hoseok and Taehyung mutter a few sorrys, averting their attention back to the carts and pushing them towards the car park. "I'll call a taxi."

—//—

"Honeys, we're home!" Taehyung calls out, kicking open the door with his foot as all of our hands were full with bags. Well, Jin and I less so, the two alphas wanted to show off and piled their arms high in some weird sort of power show. Don't get me wrong, it was attractive! I could practically hear both mine and Jin's inner omegas whining but there's just no need to be parading around their muscles and strength like we're in some sort of circus show.

"We're coming!" A voice calls back before the sound of thudding footsteps comes our way, the three alphas leading the way while Jimin holds up the back. The poor boy looks bored, eyes blinking sleepily as we appear in his line of vision.

"Hey, have they been working you to death?" Jin coos, passing his bags over to the waiting arms of Jungkook while I give mine to Yoongi, whispering a thanks in reply. Jimin nods, sliding across the floor until he lands in Jin's awaiting arms with a loud huff of air.

"Poor boy." I hum, moving over to the two fellow omegas and rubbing the younger's arm gently, pressing a kiss to his exposed cheek.

"We have not!" Jungkook whines, jokingly glaring at Jimin (who doesn't even turn around, burrowing deeper into our comfort) before spinning around and lugging the shopping bags into the kitchen. I separate from the other two omegas, spinning on my heel and colliding face first into a rock hard chest! I quickly pull away, falling over my feet doing so and beginning to fall when two arms stretch out from the side of the chest, grabbing me just in time. I slowly drag my eyes away from the muscular chest staring me in the face, my face and neck beginning to feel incredibly warm when Namjoon simply looks back, stuttering a little.

"Straight for the titties, Y/N, I'm impressed." Jimin cackles, Jin's giggles joining them when Namjoon and I begin to stutter in reply. My mouth gapes open and shut like a fish; words and sentences are sucked out of my brain, rendering me a neanderthal. I hazard a look at Namjoon through my peripherals, who's eyes are firmly glued to his shoes while his cheeks stay flushed and probably as bright as mine.

"Jeez, you two, it's like you've never heard the word tits before."

"Huh? What the hell are you guys talking about?" Yoongi interrupts, eyebrow cocked and a little grin clear on his mouth.

"Namjoon's chest, hyung." Jimin supplies, acting helpful.

"Ah, I see."

"Can we please stop talking about my pecs? Please?" Namjoon screeches, gritting his teeth as his hands come together in a praying motion. However, the two pack members ignore him and continue with their quips and stares.

"Namtiddies for the win." Jimin leans close, his hot breath tickling my ear as he whispers.

"PARK JIMIN!"

—//—

-The Next Day-

KNOCK KNOCK

"Come in!"

I push the handle down with my elbow, kicking it open with my foot, stopping when I see him surrounded by various screws and tools.

"I bring coffee," I offer up, lifting the cup nervously, "But you're busy. I'll leave this and go." I go to set it down nearby, stopping at a call of my name.

"You can stay, I'm just putting these together." He holds up a short piece of wood and an instruction booklet, nodding in thanks when I set the cup next to his leg. I settle down on the floor, close enough to talk to him but far enough to avoid messing up the setup of screws and wooden pieces. I blow on my drink, quietly taking a sip while Yoongi grabs a screwdriver and begins to screw the two pieces of wood together without saying a word or glancing at the mug.

"What're you making?"

"Right now? A bedside table. After that, there's the kitchen table, chairs and then a few more things for the main bedroom." I nod, looking around at the opened boxes littering the floor and the ones still sealed leaning against the nearby wall. I simply watch on as he carries on, only stopping to take a drink every once in a while or to swap tools.

I'd like to lie and say that I kept my eyes on his handiwork and tried to learn from the things he was doing, like how he ignored some of the steps in favour of doing his own thing, which seems to make it sturdier, or how smoothly he progressed through the tools and instructions until a completely finished bedside table sat before us, but alas, I cannot. My eyes pretty much stayed glued to his hands and arms the entire time with occasional glances to the way he bit his bottom lip when it was a step that meant more power was used. I nearly dropped my half-empty mug when he rolled the sleeves of his long-sleeved top up to reveal his forearms, flexing as he screwed.

I felt my inner omega swoon, probably almost faint halfway through, yet we managed to fight through and somehow survive the glorious sexy Yoongi DIY show he had inadvertently created.

Amazing. Just amazing.

choreography of the year

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