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[A/B/O] Fictober 1/31: That’s South Korea’s Ass! - JJK

- Welcome to the first of thirty-one Fictober 2022 fics! Click HERE for the masterlist!

- Word count: 1.2k

- Warnings: A/B/O themes, omega!Jungkook, alpha!reader, slight ooc, kook has a killer ass n thighs, creeps, maybe a curse word or two.

- Inspired by this pic!

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People can wear what they want in any way they want to, whether it’s: male, female, non-binary, alpha, omega or beta. You’re all for people breaking expectations and dressing how they want, no matter if it’s jeans stressed to the point of falling apart or a skirt so frilly it looks like it came straight from the 1850s, you really don’t care.

Those free-driven thoughts were immediately sucked out of your head when your omega, Jungkook (or the devil incarnate) had walked in, wearing jeans so tight that they looked like they had been painted onto his bottom half.

The way the fabric hugged his thighs and ass made every functioning thought disappear, your final brain-cells going extinct and leaving your skull an empty shell.

“Y/N? You okay?” A waving hand appears in my vision, Jungkook’s face behind it.

Realising I must have phased out in the thirty seconds it took him to get to our booth, I desperately tried to recover and act like I wasn’t brain-dead or still hyper-fixated on his derrière (which was NOT an easy feat.)

“Yeah, all good! Do you want your usual?” I rush, flinging myself out of my seat without a glance.

“I already got them, Alpha. Are you sure you’re okay? Not coming down with something? Namjoon-hyung has the flu, maybe you’re coming down with it too!” He pouts, yanking me down to the space in the booth next to him, his hand sticking itself to my forehead, which I quickly shake away.

“Jungkook! I’m fine, honest, just a little spacey. I blame you, y’know. How dare you walk around looking and smelling that good!” I lower my voice, wrapping my hand around the drink in-front of me, my other wrapping around my omega’s in a desperate attempt to stop him feeling my temperature.

I catch a glimpse of his darkening cheeks before he hides behind his stupidly-big coffee cup, slurping down the contents quickly without a thought to the temperature. He desperately tries to hide his reaction, a low hiss leaving his mouth when he finally lowers the cup, making sure to keep his mouth open slightly to cool his scalded tongue.

I bite my own tongue in an attempt to stop my smirk from spreading yet I can’t help it when a chuckle falls from my mouth.

“Want a sip, Omega? It might just cool you down.” I snigger as I slide the extra cup of ice (that I always get with my order, specifically for times like this, or when he suddenly wants his coffee iced) towards his awaiting hand. He simply pouts in reply; brown wounded puppy-dog eyes in full effect as he delicately pulls his hand from mine.

Yanking the lids from both cups, he pours his still hot coffee into the ice, pout only growing bigger when most of it melts almost instantaneously. No matter how hard I bite down on my bottom lip to hold in my giggles, they spill out of my mouth intermittently, Jungkook’s brows furrowing and pout getting impossibly bigger as he whines. “Alpha! Stop laughing at meeee!”

Jungkook pulls himself out of his seat, stomping over to the counter and bending slightly to rattle off something to the cafe worker. I take advantage of this, eyes running over his body appreciatively as I lean back and relax into the booth.

A nagging feeling begins to appear, my left eye beginning to twitch. I ripped my eyes from my omega, noticing that I wasn’t the only one appreciating his figure.

The male (another alpha, my nose tells me) is doing nothing to hide his obvious staring! Shamelessly staring, violating my omega with his gaze. I can see his mind going a mile a minute, thoughts and imagination spinning to take advantage of this as much as he can.

My grip gets tighter on my cup.

I look to Jungkook, who’s still bent slightly over the counter unassumingly, chatting to the barista about god-knows-what.

Impulsively, I shoot up from the booth and speed-walk over to him, smoothly sliding my free hand into his back pocket. He barely even flinches, nostrils flared as my scent invades his space.

“Hey, uh,” I glance to her nametag, “Jennie, can we take what he ordered to go please?”

Jennie glances at Jungkook, eyebrow cocked and smiling softly when I see him nod in reply. She turns to the to-go cups, busying herself and her colleague while Jungkook gently pulls me to the side.

“Why are we leaving? I thought we were having a cafe date.”

“We are, we’re just taking this cafe date on the go, pretty omega.”

“If you’re busy, we can reschedule.” His bottom lip wobbles, stepping back a little as he averts his eyes to the sandwich display in-front of us.

“I’m not busy, I’d just like it if we can spend some one-on-one time somewhere else.” His head is cocked, confusion swimming in his eyes and tinting his scent.

“Iloveyou, you’re my omega and boyfriend and I know it’s not your fault you’re stupidly hot but seeing other alphas stare at what belongs to me makes me feel irrationally angry and it makes me wanna take you home and mark you up.” I rush through the admission quickly, watching as understanding begins to show on his face, yet confusion is still clear in his scent.

“Alpha, I love you and thank you for saying how hot I am,” He cockily starts, arms wrapping around my waist to yank me closer, “So yes, we will take this date to go but I expect you to make it up to me! And I would do anything for you to stop that dude staring at me, it’s beginning to creep me out a little.” He ends his wish with a sweet peck to my mouth before backing away and returning for another.

“Your wish is my command, you gonna be okay to grab the stuff you ordered?”

“Of course I will, these muscles aren’t just for show you know!” A slap lands on my upper arm, mock anger masking his face. I giggle in reply, pulling my hand out of his pocket and landing a kiss to the side of his mouth before spinning on my heel.

I lock my gaze on him, walking over until I come to a stop just in-front of him, blocking his gaze to the counter.

“Hey, don’t stare at his ass, creep.” I spit, watching as his gaze drops to the table in-front of him.

“Hey dude, I just zoned out. I wasn’t staring at anyone.”

“Your excuse is as lame as you are. Grow up and stop being a weirdo,” I spin on my heel again, watching as my omega begins walking towards the door with his hands full of goods, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a date to get back to. Enjoy your… whatever this is.”

I manage to speed to the door before Jungkook has the chance to open it, ushering him outside and pulling the bag out of his hand.

“I can carry my own bags, you know.” He wraps his free hand in mine, shuffling closer until our arms rub against one another.

“Why would you need to do that when you have a perfectly good alpha right here?”

“Oh, where?!”

“Jungkook!”

[A/B/O] Fictober 7/31 - You and Me Makes Three - KSJ

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- Word count: 1.1k

- Warnings: A/B/O themes, omega!seokjin, alpha!reader, slight ooc, they’re all a big ol’ pack and lots and lots of pups, broody!reader, some of them are a lil gay, namjoon’s kitchen floor </3

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“Alpha!” A bunch of heads spun around at the call, including my own. My eyes flew over every person in the pack before settling on my omega, realising it wasn’t him that called. The others seem to have realised too, reverting back to what they were doing. It ended up being Namjoon’s omega calling him, trying to warn him against hanging around by the pool. His omega, Lee, was unsurprisingly unsuccessful and the poor man slipped on an unsuspecting toy and flew into the pool!

“Joonie!” A few pups called out, mostly Jimin and Taehyung’s children. Most of Namjoon’s own pups didn’t even bother to check on the poor alpha, just carrying on with playing.

Namjoon’s youngest and only daughter was the only one to check on the splash, crying out once she saw her father was in the pool and no-one was helping.

My eyes refocus on the scene, watching closely as my own mate, Seokjin, approaches the blubbering toddler.

“Hey, little one. Your Daddy is okay, he’s just swimming,” He coos, squatting down beside her to catch her eyes, “Why don’t you come with Uncle Jinnie and get some more juice?”

“Uppies?” She whimpers, her eyes fixed on him. He nods in reply, extending his arms before hooking his hands under her armpits and pulling her up into the air. One arm stays hooked under her arms while the other swings her to sit atop his hip and atop her diapered bottom.

My heart beats impossibly faster, my mate mark and heart start to feel impossibly hot as my eyes stay glued to him and follow his every step.

“Earth to Y/N? Stop being broody, we need help with setting up the chairs and tables.” Jimin saddles up next to me, knocking his elbow into my ribs.

“Shut up. Seriously, shut up.” I toss my arm out to hit across his stomach, cackling when it winds him.

“Hey! Do NOT hit Dada!” One of Jimin’s kids comes running, angrily pouting and crossing their arms as they come to a stop in front of the omega.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Not me! Dada!” They stomp their feet again, twisting around to face Jimin and be picked up by him. I look up to be eye-to-eye with Jimin, a shit-eating grin on his face as I level with him. I open my mouth to apologise-

“PAPA! PAPA! PAPA!” The child begins to shriek loudly, surprising both of us. I step back, eyes wide as Jimin tries to calm down the poor toddler. Taehyung suddenly appears at Jimin’s side, hands gently cupping the child’s face and cooing.

“Hey little one, what’s up? Hm? Don’t cry.” It takes a few seconds before they muster up a reply.

“Auntie Y/N hit Dada! Not say sorry!” Jimin’s grin reappears, mischief rich in his eyes.

“I’m sure they were about to, buddy. Weren’t you, Y/N?” Taehyung’s own grin appears.

“Of course I was. I’m sorry for hitting you Jimin, even if you did hit me first.” The child in his arms spins in shock, eyes opening stupidly wide.

“DADA!” The child screeches out, betrayed as I cackle; Taehyung is no different, almost crying from laughter.

“What’s going on over here?” Jin appears at my side, tucking his hand into mine.

“Dada hit Auntie Y/N! Auntie Y/N hit Dada! Naughty!” They still look betrayed, arms flailing for emphasis on how absolutely catastrophic it was.

“You’re absolutely right. This is diabolical. Have they apologised at least?” Jin sympathises while Taehyung and I still giggle, Jimin looking on in shock.

“Y/Nie did, Dada not.” Jin spins gently on his feet at the reply, tilting his head to meet Jimin’s eyes.

“That’s not very nice, you should apologise.”

“But-“

“Jimin. Apologise.”

“I’m sorry for hitting Auntie Y/N.” He speaks to the young child, a pout clear on his face. His arms are outstretched with a pleading look in his eyes, soon turning to one of panic when they launch themselves into their father’s arms with a loud squeal!

Jin grabs my hand, slowly pulling me away from the cute scene.

“Come help me get the drinks? Please Alpha?” I robotically nod my head, trailing after him like a lost puppy into the house a few feet away. “Do you want some soju? Or wine?”

His words go in one ear and straight out of the other, eyes hyper-focused on jumping between his mating mark and his plump lips.

“Alpha? Y/N? Earth to Y/N?”

“I love you.” He stops pulling plastic cups apart, spinning on his heel to look at me.

“I love you too, but what's the matter?” With cups still in hand, he pulls me closer.

“You’re really good with the pups out there.” I whisper, eyes trailing up and down his face to watch for any cues. “Kinda makes me want my own.”

“You-“

“Sorry to interrupt guys, but the food’s done.” Jungkook interrupts, chef’s apron covered in grease and metal tongs still in hand.

“It’s all good, we’ll be there in a sec.” Jin replies while I busy myself with filling jugs with juice and water and placing them on trays alongside the cups. “Alpha?”

“Can we talk later, Omega? I’m peckish.” I brush by him with the tray, walking quickly into the garden and towards the tables and chairs where everyone has begun to sit.

It’s going to be a long day.

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“What were you going to say earlier, Jin?” I ask, swirling the wine around in my glass to fix my attention on anything but his face and body language.

“When Jungkook interrupted us?” I hum in reply, watching the tornado-shape in the bottom of my glass. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something. I’ve wanted pups since before Jimin’s eldest was born.”

“What?”

“I knew we weren’t ready but I’ve wanted one for ages. It only really started to kick in about six months ago though.”

“Six years? And you never said anything?”

“I knew it was just my omega inside and that we weren’t physically and emotionally ready, I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t apologise, I’m not mad, my love. I’ve been wanting them for a while too, I just knew that it wasn’t the right time.” Silence envelopes us, the only sounds being the clinking of our glasses as we take a couple of sips.

“Should we start then?” He whispers, waffling his eyebrows.

“Huh?”

“Should we go home and start making pups? I mean, we’re both ready.”

“Omega!” I whisper-shout back, a little scandalised.

“What?! You’ve made me wait this long, why wait even longer?”

“We can’t just sneak away to do that!”

“It’s not like we’re going to do it here, I meant at home, in our own den!” He cackles like a witch, smacking his knee.

“Damn, really? And here I was thinking our first pup would be conceived on Namjoon’s kitchen floor.”

“In your dreams.”

“Jin?” His eyes meet mine, eyebrows cocked in intrigue, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Enough to make our first baby on Namjoon’s kitchen floor?”

“Shut up, Alpha.”