We Love (bravely and brashly with battered and bartered hearts)
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“Stop,” he knows he needs to speak up to be heard. Yoongi loosens his grip regardless, doesn’t let go. Jungkook doesn’t back away, but he does noticeably tense, try to force the bonelessness scruffing induces to cease.
“What’s wrong?” Yoongi presses, doesn’t let go, steps close enough to swallow him whole, “I can’t understand if you won’t talk to me.” He knows he’s right, knows he should listen. But this isn’t how it was supposed to go. He’s supposed to fix his mess before coming crawling to his pack, he’s supposed to be able to handle this on his own. He can’t come crying to his hyung when he hasn’t even done anything, he can’t be comforted yet. He can’t, he needs him to stop. Yoongi needs to stop, he needs to let him go fix everything, it has to stop before he drops too far. “Jungkook-” stop stop stop stop stop stop-
“Red.”
Yoongi drops his hands like Jungkook burned him, like it hurt to touch. They stare wide eyed at each other, both equally shocked at what came out of his mouth. He wanted it to stop, he didn’t want to be held right now, but he didn’t mean to safeword. This isn’t a scene, there weren’t even any inclinations towards sex. But he just wanted it to stop. He didn’t know what else to do.
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“Why’d you lock the door?” Taehyung calls out. Jimin doesn’t remember doing that, why would he do that? Why would he barricade himself from his mates? Stupid Jimin, stupid alpha. What is wrong with him? “Can you unlock the door?”
He wants to, he does, he does, but he can’t get up. He can’t even move his face from the damp comforter sticking to his cheek. He can’t roll over, he knows he won’t be able to crawl, let alone walk to the door. He’s frozen and he can’t unlock the door, he can’t let Taehyung in and Taehyung is going to leave and he’s going to be alone again. He’s always alone, always, this is why no one wants to touch him.
“Hyung, I’m getting worried, please unlock the door,” he begs. And Jimin can’t do anything but cry.
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Or Jimin has a subdrop and locks himself in the nesting room so no one can get to him.
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“Kookie, what happened to your arm?”
“Nothing!” Too quick. Too loud. Too suspicious. Stupid omega, stupid Koo. He pulls at his sleeve until it engulfs his entire hand. Overcorrection is what Namjoon would call it.
Jimin’s brow furrows in a way he knows the noona’s would scold him for, wrinkle-inducing they’d fret. “Can I see?” His hand raises, open and non-threatening and Jungkook hates how desperately it makes him want to run. If he wasn’t so suspicious in the first place this could have all been avoided, or if he was just up front about it maybe the alpha wouldn’t be looking at him so concerned. His scent taking on that protective sort of cadence it always does when he thinks he needs to step up as a pack protector.
But there’s nothing he needs to protect Jungkook from. It’s his own stupid doing and his own stupid teeth and if his hands are already dirty he might as well keep digging his own grave.
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Or, Jungkook bites himself. And the aftermath.
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