7.

“Don’t worry about it, I got this.” Alpha kisses Yoongi’s nose. “Alright, pretty little kitty. Our precious Omega. Hyung—Alpha is going to turn you around now, so your other Alpha can knot you, alright?”

Yoongi purrs enthusiastically.

And his pack omega’s pretty lips on him, that wet warmth seeping through boxer briefs that still faintly smell like earth and sunflowers—it’s maybe the closest Namjoon could ever come to being invited to feel heaven.

🌇🌇🌇