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Jimin is just closing off the last note when the recording room door opens, his chest is on fire, his feet hurt and his head is pounding, his entire body feels heavy but he cannot even begin to express the depth and severity of the joy his heart feels at his best friend and mate walking in right at that moment.
A panicked, desperate sound leaves his throat and Taehyung laughs, "Yeah, I knew you'd need me after all." he walks over to Jimin and hugs him. Jimin lets his body sag in his embrace, breathing him in, his omega purrs in delight and he rubs his face in Taehyung's neck getting more of his scent in.
Taehyung's hands find home on Jimin's back, kneading where he knows Jimin feels pain the most today, and he's proven right when the omega sags all his weight further into him, purring deeper in his chest and burying himself in Taehyung's scent.
It becomes exceedingly difficult for Taehyung to concentrate or remember his purpose nor his own name when the scent of happy-safe-tired omega fills the room in an instant. Jimin always smells delectable, but he smells the most delicious in his packmates' arms, always.
"You sound beautiful, love."
Jimin purrs crescend into an almost delighted chirp, sounding too close to falling asleep dead on his feet in his mate's arms. He pulls his senses back enough to register himself again and respond, "I messed up the last part, I keep getting the timing wrong for the reveal." he mumbles in a sad slur of exhaustion.
"The timing, is dependent entirely on you, Jimin-ah." Namjoon speaks up from where he's been quietly watching at the door, "the team follows your cues, not the other way around, baby."
Jimin scrunches his nose in faint displeasure, "I don't want to inconvenience any-"
Namjoon shakes his head, "No one is being inconvenienced. Whatever you want, you get, that was the deal to you performing your new song on their stage. Right, Coordinator?" He stares pointedly at the glass to his right and a beep is heard before a voice booms through the speakers.
"Yes, yes of course. Whenever Jimin-ssi feels comfortable... we'll follow his cues. It's entirely up to you." Jimin suspects the nervous tinge in his voice is from a stern talking to Namjoon must've given the man before coming into the booth with Jimin.
He sighs and pushes himself out of Taehyung's all too warm and soft and comfortable embrace, hands on his hips and distance between them to keep himself from latching onto him again, he needs to focus.
"Okay. I'm good now." Jimin sounds unconvincing, "Can we run it again one last time, please?"
Nostril sighs are heard from Taehyung and Namjoon, the latter walks over to Jimin and gives him a kiss on the forehead, lingering his lips into the peck and Jimin closes his eyes to relish the feeling before he opens them and brushes his hands on Namjoon's chest to push himself off.
Namjoon pulls away slightly and stares in his eyes to check on him. As he always does, Jimin blinks slowly and gets lost in his fiercely worrisome gaze, locked-in heavy on him, only him.
"One last time." Namjoon agrees, a hint of warning in his tone, Jimin beams a slow and bashful grin at him, Namjoon's lips quirk at the tips and he clenches his jaw to try, and fail to stop at subduing his alpha commanding angry face at his adorable omega. But they all know, Namjoon can't resist Jimin if that winning smile is what he gets for agreeing to his whims. Namjoon's always been a sucker for his mates.
With the release of Jimin new song, his latest single since Filter, he's decided to perform it at an award show. It's a precarious performance because there is a lot riding on his first solo performance, all alone on stage without the rest of his mates with him to help direct the focus away from him.
The song is about his ex, it still makes his alphas growl a little and grind their teeth so hard they sound like they'll snap whenever they hear it. Safe to say Jimin had no rest or scent for months while he was working on it, the review and release process took longer because of his mates' reactions to it.
Yoongi crushed his mouse in his hands when he played it for him to hear and review, he later covered Jimin in bite marks to stake his claim on his omega, almost to the point of going feral.
Hoseok fucked him so hard and so well, he was limping for weeks, smelled entirely of him alone, regardless of what he used to drown it out, scent blockers, detergent, scenting with others, nothing worked. Jimin was smothered in his come and delirious for hours after Hoseok was done with him. The alphas were beyond proud.
Taehyung aggressively scented him for weeks after its release to the public, refusing to let his hand go at any occasion. Clinging to him everywhere, glared at anyone who wasn't pack if they got too close, it was a hard couple of weeks for staff members.
Jeongguk tortured him by working out at home and refusing to let Jimin touch or even scent him, it was torture for both of them but he broke and fucked Jimin against every surface in the house, Seokjin was FURIOUS, the smell of angry sex, sex happy drunk claimed omega, possessive scent drunk alpha lingered a whole month, more especially in the kitchen, it was hard to eat without getting boners. Kitchen sex was banned from then on.
Seokjin, refused to let Jimin sit on any surface that wasn't his lap whether in public or private. He growled at anyone who looked at Jimin for too long. It's only in private where he let him sit on his cock and ride it for hours, until he was sore and sated, delirious and babbling his name. Beautiful and drooling on his chest, snug and safe in his arms.
Namjoon refused to let Jimin wear any clothes that weren't his for a month. He hid every clothing item Jimin owned and refused to tell him where it was. Cleaned out his entire closet.
(Jimin knows he put them all in Hoseok's apartment's spare room, but he pretended not to know and whined and pouted for effect to make the alpha happy everytime he wore Namjoon's clothes, every single item Namjoon laid out for him after a shower.)
He followed him everywhere like the lost puppy he is to his mates, refusing to let him leave his sight for longer than one minute. Jimin loves his mates, but there's only so many times you can pee while holding his giant alpha puppy's hand or having it cling on your back when you cook. He just wants some peace and quiet.
So when Jimin was offered a performance slot at the award show, asking him two months ago if he could perform anything for them. He knew it was time to release the song, and it was perfectly in time for him to have it performed just once. He wasn't keen on multiple performances.
When the song was released the internet was in an uproar. They knew who the song was about. Unfortunately for Jimin, his past relationship wasn't kept secret, nor was it a private affair.
His ex was obsessed with 'loving loudly' as he had pathetically called it, "I'm a loud lover, Jimin-ah. I love big and I love loud and I want the whole world to know just how much we love each other..." he would say, "don't you?"
Jimin shakes himself out of his reverie as he prepares to run the song through again. Thankful he can tell the story in hindsight. Because that, is always 20/20. It's helping him overcome not just their relationship, but the past few months as well. Which have been the hardest of his life.
Their fans took to the song by storm, sharing snippets and pieces they've seen of his ex's behavior corroborating his lyrics.
"I've actually just realized that literally everything we know about Jimin's past relationship, has been from his ex. He has not shared a single fact or bit of their relationship with us at all... which imo, says a whole lot about how it really was."
"Oh Jimin woke up and chose violence for breakfast, with a nice tall glass of vengeance too. It suits him, I guess. Stream y'all!"
ㄴ "Ohhh, I see what you did there."
Jimin snickers and scrolls down on his phone, eyes drooping and heavy where he sits on the couch, after Namjoon had to physically carry him out of the studio to bring him home before Seokjin called again to ask where they are. He sinks into the couch, spooned between Jeongguk, with Hoseok behind him.
He's freshly showered and in comfy clothes, Namjoon's sweatpants and Yoongi's t-shirt. Although at this point he's not entirely sure whose clothes are whose with how often they get shared among their mates.
His head lags to the side again and he moans when Hoseok massages his breasts firmly, Jeongguk steady and firm on his feet, he feels like jelly melting into the couch, into his mates, blissfully enjoying a quiet moment with them.
He's glad his performance is at home because if he had to fly across the world like Hoseok did with his first solo performance, he wouldn't have been able to do it like his mate did. His alpha.
He's so strong. His mate is so strong and capable and good and sweet and talented and just such a good mate. He can't even begin to explain to him how much he loves him. His Hoseok. His sunshine. His Hobi hyung. His alpha.
He remembers how scared he was when he flew across the country to perform. How surprised he was when he saw news about Jimin flying in, when he saw him at the hotel before the performance. When he saw Jimin in the crowd watching and cheering for him. Jimin is so in love. He's so proud of his brave, brave Hobi hyung. His mate.
"Uh oh, he's going to love-cry again." Jeongguk teases, "Who are you thinking about now."
Jimin whines and turns into Hoseok's embrace just as a sob breaks through his throat. Love-cry. That's what they've decided to call it when Jimin suddenly gets emotional, thinking about his mates and confessing to them all over again. It's gotten worse over the past few months, but that's to be expected.
"Hyung, you're so brave." he sniffles and Hoseok laughs loud and happy, "Ahh, I guess it must be me again today." he coos, "is this about the performance?" Jimin sniffles and burrows deeper in his neck.
"Oh sweetie, my sweet sweet Jiminie, my light and my love. My sweet, perfect omega." Jimin whines louder and sobs harder, clinging to Hoseok's back to bury himself deeper in the warmth his mate gives in abundance to those he loves and cares for deeply.
"You're going to do great baby, I promise. It will be an amazing performance, you will do an amazing job and you're gonna love it. So much." He rubs circles on Jimin's back and squeezes him gently, "I can't wait to see it."
"But what if it-"
"Ah!" Hoseok spanks him on the ass, "What did we say about those words?" he scolds, "Now what do you say?"
Jimin bites his lip and turns slightly, twisting to sit on his heels on the couch, Jeongguk's hands rub his back and waist, incapable of leaving his person for even a second in this sacred and vulnerable moment of their only omega. "It's going to be great."
"I can't hear you." Hoseok squeezes his thigh, and Jimin gulps, "It's going to be great!" he says again, louder, more determined and confident this time.
"Good boy." Hoseok praises, "now lean forward and bend over for hyung so Jeonggukkie can eat you out nice and slow, he's been drooling and hard for a while now."
And because Jimin is such a good boy, such a good mate, he bends over as instructed and let's his alpha eat him out until he's full on his slick and soaked his chest all the way down to his thighs, clothes in a slick covered clump on the floor, living room filled with the beautifully muffled sounds of an over stimulated omega, an insatiably hungry alpha and a proud supervising alpha.
*******
"Final rehearsal." Jimin announces on the microphone and the room falls silent after his announcement.
He's doing a full dress rehearsal at the award show venue and he looks otherworldly gorgeous. His packmates aren't in the venue because he wants to surprise them with his outfit and the performance as a whole.
They respected his decision albeit begrudgingly, and everytime he thinks about how he regrets it, wantomg them next to him, with him, around him, he pictures what their faces will look like when they see the performance from start to finish.
His voice flows well, he remembers his vocal training and puts his passion into his voice, just enough to get through practice, just enough to make it through, practice everything, perfect the timing and the notes he must hit, sees if he still feels the same way he always does at the end of a good performance.
It goes really well, any and all issues he faces are fixed and handled well by the staff and himself. He gets through the last rehearsal beautifully and he feels that spark again.
That feeling of having done great, having completed a task, even menial, that accomplished feeling flows through him and a shaky sigh leaves his lips before he smiles and thanks everyone for a good job done.
When he gets home he's attacked with snuggles and cuddles, being scented and coddled like he's been away for years.
"Wait, I'm all..." kisses block his speech, "sweaty and..." a hand gropes a boob and he moans, "W-wait.." another hand slides between his legs, "Oh..." a tongue finds his nipple, "When did you get my shirt-" teeth grate his nipple while the other is flicked and he whimpers, "I have to show-" a tongue plays with his tip and he moans louder, and let's them do whatever they want to him.
Needless to say, he's kept up all night and pampered the whole following day.
When it's time for them to get to red carpet it's a struggle to get him out of the car, he's almost had two panic attacks and his mates have had to stop the car four times on their way to see if he's actually going to puke or not, if he needed to pee or not, to calm his jitters to help him breathe.
The problem is, Jimin hasn't been out in public for a while, if it has nothing to do with their schedule, he will absolutely be at home. And it's been that way for a year now, he hides behind his mates, and he's been ever eternally grateful that there are six other people in his pack that can take the publics attention away from him and draw it to themselves.
He's been broke up from his ex for a year now and he's been scarce on social media. Their fans notice from time to time but he always either goes live or posts something to keep them from worrying too much after a while, but his public appearances have minimized substantially as of late.
They haven't attended any awards internationally or at home, choosing to send videos to express their gratitude, and with the pandemic as it is, concerts have been a big no. Both a blessing and a curse.
He's squeezing Yoongi's hand to the point of it being red and pale but the alpha doesn't flinch or squirm with Jimin's tight grip on his fingers.
He rather seems happy with the weight of his mate, his omega's hand in his. Texting furiously in the other hand and when Jimin tries to pull away to let him text freely and maybe let blow flow back in his alpha mate's fingers because, he's got really nice hands, it would be a criminal and spiritual offense to have to amputate such pretty, skilled, fingers because of Jimin's nerves, his alpha mate just pulls his hand closer and holds it tighter to his chest.
Taehyung keeps patting his other hand occasionally, kissing the back of his hand, humming something that sounds like Jimin's song, but he changes it every now and then so he's not entirely sure. He suspects the song might be stuck in his head and he's been trying to get it out for a while. Jimin giggles a little, six heads turn towards him and he leans into Taehyung's shoulder with a tiny sigh. A kiss is placed atop his head.
The limo is spacious enough for them to fit comfortably, yet they are all squashed together, piled around Jimin touching some part of him. To keep him grounded, pumping waves and waves of calming pheromones, to help with his jitters.
He's going to be alone, on stage, with no one to turn to, no one to take over for him when his parts end, no one to draw the audience when he needs a breather between lines, his breathing is not what it used to be, the pandemic has ruined his stamina, he doesn't have the same breath control he used to and they'll know.
They'll see it and they'll know he's not the same anymore. He's not perfect. He's not the Jimin they love, he's completely different, slower, bigger, the weight gain has gone to his cheeks, his thighs, his ass, it's a disaster and he's no-
"Hey." Yoongi murmers next to him, Jimin chokes on an inhale and turns to him, "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" he brushes the hair out of Jimin's eyes and smiles softly at him. When did he finish texting?
Jimin shakes his head and takes a deep breathe, Taehyung squeezes his hand, a silent 'good boy' from him. "I'm just... nervous." Jimin murmurs and his pack mates hum in understanding.
"Well, it's okay to be nervous." Yoongi reassures, "just know that you won't be alone. Not ever, not even slightly. We'll all be right by your side, tonight, and every other night you want us to be."
Jimin's eyes sting and he blinks away from Yoongi's steady reassuring gaze only to come face to face with Hoseok's comforting smile and the tears fall. "Thank you." he whispers and they dog pile him forgoing seat belts to hold their omega close and safe, and scent him until he calms down again, and suddenly they're right outside the venue.
Screaming fans make Jimin's heart hump in two different ways, fear and love strike his soul at the same time. Their excitement is infectious, but he keeps a distance and notices how his mates always keep him at least behind two alphas throughout the interviews and during the photo shoots on the red carpet.
His outfit is phenomenal, their deal with LV has done them wonders so far, thanks to them he got to see Yoongi do a photo shoot in a skirt again and boy does his alpha look hot in a skirt. He owned that skirt and fucked the shit out of Jimin while wearing it, the designers told him to keep it, those saints, those angels. Bless their hearts.
The pack is extremely touchy with him, pats on the back, a gentle touch to his waist, a hand brushing his, shoulder touches his, their all anxious being out in the open again, in a crowd so big together.
The alphas are on edge, fans can tell with their tensely clenched jaws, squared shoulders, furrowed eyebrows at journalists getting close, but as soon as their fans are mentioned, endearment shines in their eyes, a smile breaks through their faces, and their postured relax only slightly.
They finally move inside and the ceremony begins.
They accept their awards graciously, Jimin stays in the back, fans catch small moments between them, Jimin hugging Yoongi multiple times, Taehyung playing around with Seokjin, Namjoon constantly checking on them at different tables, Hoseok making Jimin laugh and forget about his nerves. Jeongguk dancing to all the songs performed and they have no idea how he knows them all, even the left side genres.
Jimin is finally told to head backstage to get ready and his entire pack stands with him, he stares for a second before he remembers they're allowed to go with him. They walk behind and in front of him, again, their instinctively protective stance leading the way to his room backstage.
An uninformed stage manager tries to tell them they can't all go in the back and all he gets is a growl from Seokjin towering over him and he steps aside in time to be pulled away by an informed manager scolding him. Jimin chuffs and shakes his head walking behind them.
When they see his outfit the room is filled with alpha pheromones so thick he swears if he breathes through his mouth and chews he could taste them all in the air. His mates' awe and desire for him surrounds him with a grounding weight he accepts with open arms.
Safe. Theirs. Beautiful. Our Omega. They say.
"Jimin-ah..." Hoseok's voice takes that distinct depth that always sends shivers down Jimin's spine and has his omega preening knowing just how much they affect their alpha.
"Hyung..." is all Jimin hears from Jeongguk, and it makes him turn to him because he knows his youngest alpha mate is having trouble controlling himself, he's always been the most sensitive of them all to their omega.
The beautiful royal blue puffy satin, long sleeve maxi dress is gorgeously revealing his legs just enough to get you wanting more but respecting the distance.
His make up is light and naturally colored, his lips glossed beautifully, his blue contacts highlight his eyes and he looks gloriously golden under the light. His chest looks amazing, the dress snug around his breasts and branching out to a full sleeve.
Jimin strikes a pose he knows will have them growling and the sound vibrates the windows, shaking the foundation of the building so much Jimin giggles happily and hides behind his hands, Seokjin looks proud behind them all when they crowd their omega, Jimin aches for his touch more than anything.
The eldest alpha must be able to tell because he takes it upon himself to walk Jimin out onto the waiting area behind the stage, and stays close to his side even as they wait for his cue.
He takes it upon himself to put the equipment safely on Jimin, brushing against his skin purposefully with every touch, lingering where his skin touches. On his ears, his neck, his chest, his back, his waist, the alphas watch in envy as Jimin turns putty into Seokjin's hands and melts beautifully under his fussing. Eyes drooping and gorgeous.
"You're going to do amazing, darling mine." Seokjin promises, "I'm proud of you." he holds Jimin's chin softly to hold his eyes, "I love you, sweetling." Jimin feels a deep satisfaction that has his shoulders squaring and his eyes burning with determination and a searing love that chokes him in it's intensity.
Seokjin kisses his nose and gives him a pat on the bum before he steps aside for him to walk out into the light and begin his incredible performance.
*******
His mates stay behind the curtain, just to his left. He can feel their gaze on him, and if he closes his eyes, and listens, he can feel the pulses of proud-happy-excited alphas through their bond.
The announcer give him his slot and Jimin begins to sing his latest song between the cheers of their fans.
Hallelujah, baby
We're no longer together...
The crowd screams with the first notes opening the track, Jimin holds the mic stand with one hand, swaying with the beat.
'Cause there's another man on my heart
And your name's crossed on my heart forever
You are your actions' relations
And I don't have the patience or temper
He sways his hips side to side snapping his fingers on either side of his hips to the beat, his persona's attitude posess him instantly.
Hallelujah, baby
We're no longer together.
He whinds his waist slowly to the beat.
Hallelujah, baby
We're no longer together.
He tilts his head and stares at the camera.
Are you still passive-agressive?
'Cause when you see me attractive, you're reactive.
He puts a hand over his eyes in a searching motion in the crowd as they sing with him, cheer with him, to feel their energy flowing through him.
It took a week or two getting over you
But I love myself too much
To waste good years on bad love.
He flicks his hands and beckons in again teasing the crowd as it echoes.
(waste good years on bad love)
Hey!
And you've been falling hard these days
But it's not my job to save you.
He runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle.
You got me singing
Hallelujah, baby
"What?" he asks the crowd and they scream to him.
We're no longer together!
He laughs, "that's right!"
Hallelujah, baby
We're no longer together.
Ooh, are you still passive-agressive?
He dances around the mic swaying to the beat enjoying the connection that brings him his love, music. His fans, the loves of his life. Touching his earpiece he pulls it out by an inch to hear the crowd.
'Cause when you see me attractive, you're reactive.
(Don't hate on me.)
"And why?" he rips the mic out and points it to his fans.
(YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!!!)
The crowd screams, he's a little shocked by the energy, stunned for a second but he recovers with a laugh and pours it back in tenfold. Feeding on their love.
Are you still passive-agressive?
(Don't hate on me, you brought this on yourself)
Cause when you see me attractive, you're reactive.
I'll never love you anyways.
He steps around the stand to dance better and smile at his fans, jumping slightly in his boots, adrenaline pumping in his veins, the rush of the stage eating at him.
(La-di-da, la-di-da)
(La-di-da, la-di-da...)
(Don't hate on me,)
"Cause why?!"
(YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF!!!)
I'll never love you anyways.
He steps left and right, swaying, popping, shimmying dancing to the beat, body fluid in its movement, used to all this movement, craving for more.
(La-di-da, la-di-da)
(La-di-da, la-di-da)
(Don't hate on me, you brought this on yourself)
I'll never love you anyways.
Hallelujah, baby
We're no longer together.
Hallelujah, baby
We're no longer together...
As the music fades out echoing through the speakers, Jimin steps backwards grinning from ear to ear, eyes on the crowd, drinking in their cheers, he puts the mic back in it's place and pushes it away til it falls with a thud. As planned, it doesn't reverberate, they turned it off in time. Excitement and a proud thrill fills his veins.m, buzzing through his soul.
The sound of a heartbeat sneaks into the ending chords of the instrument, faint at first, growing in volume as the strings drag around the heartbeat, fading until all that's heard is the heartbeat on its own, loud over the speakers.
Jimin smiles at the screaming crowd even as their screams lessen in volume, confusion and excitement taking over, happy regardless. He pulls at the velcro lapels around his waist letting them fall softly, revealing a skin tight dress underneath as it falls all the way down to his feet. A tantalizing slit rides all the way from his feet to way up high on his thigh, revealing his long, smooth tanned legs and figure.
Jimin rubs his stomach for emphasis, where a beautiful round baby bump protrudes through the dress, revealing, finally, how he's pregnant and has been, for a wonderfully long yet beautiful six months now.
The unsuspecting crowd, goes wild. The arena roars with cheers, fans jumping to their feet, the stage vibrates below Jimin's feet, deafening screams threaten to blow the roof off its hinges. Jimin smiles through the chaos, rubbing his little ones belly even as he feels him kick up a storm in excitement or panic, Jimin isn't sure.
That, that is the man's name now carved onto his heart. His beautiful baby boy's nickname, his Ttangkong-ie.