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𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙠, 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮. 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙜𝙪𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣.

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- 𝗧𝗼𝗽| 𝗢𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗚𝗴𝘂𝗸
- 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺| 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗮𝗲
- 𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳
- 𝗧𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳

A.N. Double update because hi I'm back from the dead, sorry I disappeared :D Who missed me :D AnyWAY, I have literally been writing this for five months because I do it whenever I'm having mood swings. 

Sorry about the gloom and doom and pain and angst in the last one. Consider this a make-up gift. E n j o y.

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The entire pack questioned nothing at this point.

When the leader's younger brother, (usually) calm omega Kim Taehyung was seen wrestling with a dark-haired male on said male's entering of the pack, the wise ones did not question it. If Kim Taehyung was spotted in wolf form growling, snarling and trying to bite off the new addition's arm, only the younger ones were startled.

Only weeks later, these two so-called mutual 'enemies' were found in the middle of the forest hunting together with tension so thick it could be seen. 

In meetings, they stared at each other like they were either gonna kill the other or start stripping them any second. 

Then, about a month after Jeongguk's arrival, Taehyung was seen on the latter's lap with awkward lovestruck expressions they were both trying to hide so hard that they looked constipated. 

And one fine day, they announced they were mates.

(Their friend Hoseok had choked on his food and Namjoon had stood up so fast that he knocked over a vase and accidentally struck a table over, though to this day Taehyung still suspected his brother of doing the latter on purpose.)

(In his defence, Namjoon had known they were going to get together from the moment his uneasy gaze fell on Taehyung glaring daggers into a poor, confused Jeongguk's eyes. He was just excited about his ship finally sailing.)

So, nothing really surprised anymore at this point.

Any way, fast forwarding seven years into the future — Taehyung was in a cheerful mood again. 

He was bounding around the pack house's nursery, laughing and smiling as he spent time with the pups. The bump on his stomach was hardly noticeable, as it only appeared around eight months in for male omegas. A caring, homely aura drifted off of him and it made all the young werewolf pups flock to him for attention.

Jeongguk sighed as he slid back on the couch, his eyelids drooping with exhaustion. 

"So," a new voice announced, the owner of which plopped themselves onto the sofa. "How's it going?" 

Jeongguk groaned hoarsely in reply, his hands rising to rub his eyes. Namjoon chuckled.

"You look like a sheet of paper. And that's not a compliment right now. Here," he held up a tall glass to the other. Jeongguk made an overdramatic yet emotionless sobbing sound and let his head limply fall to his left. He felt relief rush into him at the sight.

"AB plus?" he croaked out.

At the nod from Namjoon, he sighed with happiness and touched the rim of the glass to his lips. Tilting it up, he drained it all — gulping madly and feeling some of his strength return. "Thanks. That helped," was all he managed before he dropped the empty glass beside him and rolled over on his side. 

His eyelids shut and he was asleep in flat eight seconds.

Namjoon leaned down and wiped away the blood trickling down Jeongguk's chin. "Adult man baby," he rolled his eyes as he stuffed the tissue into the glass and walked away.

And Jeongguk slept for twelve hours straight.

When he woke up, the first thing he felt was a slight ticklish sensation on his forehead. He squinted as he opened his eyes. Two light brown eyes were looking into his, smile crinkles at the ends of each. Jeongguk moved quickly, falling off the bed, still sleepy and extremely groggy.

He then proceeded to say something really intelligent like, "Uh gah Tae wan'."

Taehyung giggled. "Good morning to you too." 

His laugh was silvery and it warmed Jeongguk up to his toes, waking him up immediately and effectively. He bounced up, blinking the sleep from his eyes rapidly. "Hey," he smiled when he wasn't seeing two Taehyungs in front of him .

Taehyung was the first to speak. "How you doing?"
"Shouldn't I be asking that?" Jeongguk raised an eyebrow.

"No, I mean —," he looked down.
"You haven't fed in over two worried months, hyungie. Are you alright?" he looked. 

"Aw, Tae, don't worry. I'm alright, really. Joon hyung brought over some last day — or the last time I was awake. I'm fine, love. You should be worried about you."

"How's he?" he added, crouching down so he was level to Taehyung's stomach.
"Hey there, pumpkin. Dada can't wait to see you. Are you growing into a big strong boy?" he cooed, tickling the sides. He straightened up, smiling back at Taehyung, who was positively suppressing laughter.

"How d'you know it's a he?" Taehyung finally snorted; the lip he was biting down on to hide his smile now quirked upward in a grin.

Jeongguk made an 'o' face as if he had just realized that.

"Well, whatever be it, still gonna be my pumpkin," he spluttered defensively; embarrassment painted his face in red. "Daddy's little girl, though? Awhh hell no, imagine how spoilt she'd be," Jeongguk giggled.

"God, what did I do to deserve you?" his voice suddenly softened to a whisper, almost giving Taehyung whiplash. Stroking his finger down the side of the younger's face, he prompted a deep flush onto Taehyung's cheeks. 

Jeongguk laughed teasingly and leaned forward, kissing him. Pulling away to murmur soft 'i-love-you's in between, they were soon a giggly mess. 

Taehyung pushed him away playfully. "Ew. Morning breath," he fake gagged.

Jeongguk laughed again, his bunny grin and two fangs peeking out from between his lips. 

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"No! Go away, I don't want you here!" 

Jeongguk sped to his right, intercepting the flying book that was going to meet its mark on the wall. He set it down and put his hands up in a conciliatory gesture.

Stepping forward warily he breathed out, "It's alright, love. Just — deep breaths, yeah?"

Another cry of protest. Taehyung's eyes were a dark misty blue and his lower lip was sticking out in an obstinate pout. "Leave me alone," he cried, punching a poor pillow that had done nothing to deserve this. The elder approached him carefully , extending his hands out wide. He sat down hesitantly on the side of the bed.

Taehyung moved forward immediately, passive-aggressively lifting himself up and settling into Jeongguk's arms. His nose buried in his shirt and he tightened his limbs around his mate.

"I hate you," he muttered in a muffled tone. Taehyung lets out a sound like a cat that's got its tail stepped on before biting into the elder's neck, just enough for him to feel it, not to hurt. "I hate everyone . I hate this world. Everyone sucks," he rambled, now crying. 

Jeongguk hushed him gently, "I know, sweetheart. You can hate me all you want. Let it all out for me, love," he rocked Taehyung gently, feeling the wetness on his neck grow. 

"I'm sorry," Taehyung murmured after around ten minutes had passed and he had quietened down considerably.

Jeongguk held back a smile.
"It's alright. God knows I should be used to it by now," he winked. "Anyways, you can't help it. I promised I'd always be here for you, right?"

He nodded against Jeongguk's shirt, "Right. But-I don't want to trouble you so much. I hate these shifts in my moods, hyung," a soft sigh escaped him. "And I don't feel like being mad or upset but it's just so annoying," Taehyung tried to hide the whine lacing his words but Jeongguk caught it.

"Stupid, stupid omega hormones," Taehyung released stronger edged pheromones. "D-Don't like being one, I hate all this. I'm just — why am I so pissed, all the fucking time. Why is this happening to me? I'm so goddamn frustrated." And before Taehyung knew it, angry tears were already brimming in his eyes.

"Oh, baby," Jeongguk tried to comfort his crying omega, kissing Taehyung's neck, right at his mate mark. Taehyung retaliated by sniffling back into Jeongguk's neck, drowning out his angry ' I hate being an Omega' s to the soft skin there .

"You have me, yeah? It's okay, baby. Hyung's here, right? Are you hungry, pup?" Jeongguk was quick to ease him again.

Taehyung pulled back, making pleading eyes. "Chocolate?" he asked, sliding off of Jeongguk. 

"Whatever my prince wants," he jumped off the bed and curtsied. Taehyung giggled. "Right then. I'll just go and get —" Jeongguk stepped back and vanished, turning into a blur as he sprinted to the door. Not even two seconds had passed when he appeared again, not out of breath or even breaking a sweat. 

He held up a plastic bag and smiled widely.

The younger rolled his eyes, grinning. "Four years and I still haven't got used to you doing that." 

Jeongguk winked again. "That's me, baby. Unpredictable," he made a weird move with his neck sticking out, causing Taehyung to go into another fit of laughter.

"Hey, hey, easy," Jeongguk chuckled, setting him up straight as he rolled over. 

"Want me to feed you, Tae?" he speed-flashed to the other end of the bed and fixed the covers neatly, knowing from experience that Taehyung didn't like it any other way. The werewolf hummed in answer, grabbing pillows and making space next to him.

"Oh, and Ggu. Grab the laptop too. Wanna netflix?" he raised his eyes and pleaded silently. Jeongguk chuckled, "yeah, love. But we've gotta finish one of our assignments before that. See a film after that? "
Taehyung sighed and nodded.

"Knew we shouldn't have enrolled for extra studies. We're not teens, 23 and 24 aren't the ages for — who's idea was this?" he grumbled, pulling up the duvet close to his chin and almost fully going beneath .
"Yours, pup. Totally your idea. And lighten up, what happened to-  'WE GOT INTO YALE OH EM GEE, JEONGGUKIE, WE'RE IN AN IVY LEAGUE  — ,"  he paused his act, laughing hard as Taehyung threw another pillow at him.

"If that was an imitation of me, which it was, I hate you," the omega scowled, flushing.

"As you so helpfully remind me every three hours, Kim," Jeongguk drawled in an impression of their age-old rivalry.

Taehyung looked around for something else to throw.

"OKAY, okay I'm sorry," Jeongguk squawked and held up his hands. Kidding, by the way, your voice isn't that high-pitched. It's deep and like the Pacific. Hot," winked Jeongguk, kissing Taehyung's slightly blushing cheek before going back to putting everything back in place and then grabbing his and Taehyung's assignment folders.

Taehyung let out a low groan at the mere sight of the mint green folder containing his English papers. 

"C'mon, let's go. We've thankfully got the same assignment due at 5 this evening. Two hours should be enough to do it, right?"
He got a tired hum in reply.

"Okay, let's get it!" Jeongguk grinned, setting down the small pile of papers, folders, books and their two laptops.

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Political science sucked.

About half a week later, Taehyung's hormones were spiking again. 

He was usually very meticulous and diligent when he got down to work and, as always, in that time period he had already typed out about five pages on the description of 'democratization processes'. But today, he felt absolutely horrible.

He had his notebooks from college open to his notes, past papers strewn everywhere and a bunch of fuzzy blankets pulled up to his chest as he typed away furiously. 

On the other hand, sitting to the opposite of him on the giant bed was Jeongguk. The older had one leg swung off the bed and the other curled under him. His hair was messed up from having run his hands through it so many times and the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose were ever so slightly askew. 

Unlike Taehyung, Jeongguk wasn't in pyjamas; he was wearing navy jeans and a collared formal shirt with a tie hanging off. He had been interrupted to meet a visiting pack leader with Namjoon and hadn't yet had the time to change.

His side of the bed was considerably cleaner — labelled folders lying open in an orderly fashion as he switched between scribbling in a five subject color co-ordinated notebook and typing at his document.

Jeongguk's mind was currently split into two dimensions functioning on wholly different levels.

One tried to come up with more points about democratic regimes and the shift of power around the world in three major waves. And the other was figuring out how to not  do something stupid that would agitate Taehyung even more.

Truth be told, Jeongguk was struggling to keep his calm.

Taehyung had been irritable for the last couple of days. Nothing Jeongguk did could shift his moods. The younger's temper kept shifting and it was between bad to absolutely terrible. That day was particularly horrid and Taehyung kept lashing out. And after meeting an especially snobbish and arrogant alpha, Jeongguk already felt ready to snap that evening.

Pushing up his glasses, he set down his book and returned to the bright light emanating from his computer. His gaze flickered over to Taehyung.

The werewolf glared at the screen, but except his fiery stare nothing gave away how he was feeling.

Jeongguk decided to be brave.
He cleared his throat, "want me to get you something, pup? Coffee maybe? Or perhaps a sandwich?"

Taehyung looked up, making the elder already regret his decision. He stayed quiet for a while before speaking, his voice a raspy growl. 

"Fuck off."

Okay ouch. 
Jeongguk was obviously hurt but he played it off cool.

"R-Right," he half-stuttered, half-sighed as he straightened his spectacles again. 

He just didn't understand. All Jeongguk wanted to do was make him feel better, make him smile and be there for him. Hell, he may have technically been an adult but 24 in the age count of his... kind — he was still a kid. Maybe not a complete child but comparatively? Definitely.

Jeongguk shut up after that. He worked in silence for the next fifteen minutes, after which he was done. Clicking 'turn in', he sighed with relief.

Before thinking, he slid the things off his lap and crawled over to Taehyung; he ignored the glare like an idiot and attempted to back-hug him. "Hey. Why in such a bad mood, darling?" Jeongguk murmured, resting his chin on Taehyung's stiff shoulder.

"Jeongguk," the younger snapped, bristling, "get off of me."

"Taehyungie. You've been like this for two days now. I don't like seeing you so irked," he sighed, pulling his arms off. 

"I don't care, okay? Leave me the fuck alone," Taehyung growled and shoved him away a bit too hard. 

Jeongguk felt something spark inside him as he fell back on his elbow. His patience was running thin and one could hardly blame him. If there was one thing Jeongguk hated, it was disrespect. And laziness and dishonesty too but that was for another time.

"Taehyung," he said lowly, warning lacing his voice.
Taehyung ignored it. Moving everything off his lap, he attempted to push himself off the bed. He took in a sharp breath when he felt pressure on his wrist; a tight grip stopped him from moving further. 

"Fucking — just leave, Jeongguk. You're so goddamn annoying, I don't — fuck off, I don't need you here —" he stopped short. Taehyung made the mistake of looking back, still glaring with a pissed scowl on his face.

Jeongguk wasn't kidding around anymore.
One of his sharp eyebrows was raised higher, silently daring Taehyung to be discourteous once more. His jaw was locked, displeasure at the younger's actions visible.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Taehyung fuzzily remembered this expression from way back when they were teenagers and fought all the time. And he found himself hating it suddenly — he wanted the fond look back.

Taehyung tugged, trying to pull his hand out of Jeongguk's hold.
And that was mistake number two.

A small gasp left him, not going unnoticed, as he was pulled in suddenly and pushed down. 

Allow me to mention beforehand — it was one of the many perks of having a mate slash boyfriend slash fiancé with supernatural speed. Taehyung didn't even register the movement before he found his wrists pinned above his head, the sides of his hips held down to prevent further movement. Jeongguk seemed to float above him, a fusion of disapproval, anger and lust on his expression.

"Jeongguk, let me go —," he started, the look on the older male's face strangely electrifying his insides.

"Don't push your luck, sweetheart. I'm holding back from tying you down and giving you what you deserve right now. A punishment for behaving like this," Jeongguk finished, his strongly juxtaposing calm words eliciting a tug in Taehyung's gut .

He wisely didn't reply.

"Do you know what happens when good boys like you misbehave?" the elder asked softly. Taehyung didn't answer yet again, prompting a growl from Jeongguk.

"Don't make this worse for yourself. Answer me, Taehyung."

"What if I don't?" Taehyung murmured, faltering when he felt the older male's breath on the shell of his ear.

Jeongguk leaned back, easing his grip on the other's wrists. He let an aloof smirk lift up the corner of his lips. "You've got a lot of courage today, pup," he laughed coolly; sweet words contrasting to his eyes which glittered dangerously.

"Well then if that's how you want to play it." Jeongguk's hands slipped under the younger's loose pyjama top, trailing around aimlessly and with a feather touch. Taehyung shivered.

"Disrespect isn't something I'm going to stand for, baby. So this is your last chance to tell me if you want me to go ahead with this or just talk about how you're feeling. I don't mind letting this go, it's alright if you crack once in a while, and I will  be here for you all the time," he said softly, stopping all movements momentarily.

Taehyung mustered a mischievous smile even though he was getting whiplash again from the loving words and then the prospect of getting a 'lesson'. "You wanna know how I'm feeling, Jeonggukie?"

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow at his tone. It was suspicious intensified a hundred times. Sometime was definitely about to go down. 

He nodded and Taehyung motioned for him to bring his ear closer.

"Frustrated," Taehyung whispered, intentionally swiping his tongue over the elder's earlobe once. "I feel sexually frustrated, hyung. Miss your hands on my body, Jeonggukie. Miss your mouth, miss your tongue and most of all, your cock inside me . You haven't touched me in so, so  long. I might as well go out to get laid by an alpha. I've heard pregnant omegas are very... desired," he murmured.

Jeongguk's eyes darkened with each word that left Taehyung's mouth. At the end, he felt a trickle of something he couldn't quite explain.

"And I've been bad haven't I? So fuck me. Show me my place and teach me a lesson. Punish me for being like this. For talking to you like that and- mmf", he wasn't allowed to finish.

Something inside Jeongguk snapped at his words. 

He pushed Taehyung down yet again. "Fucked by an alpha? Getting a bit desperate, aren't we, slut?" The spat-out word made the man under him whimper. Jeongguk was always so sweet, so doting and fond that it was nearly impossible to rile him up. When he did, though, it was always the best fucking Taehyung got.

"You're just so fucking desperate that you could go sleep with any man. So needy for cock, aren't you? Well, you're my slut, and that means your pretty little ass is only mine to fuck," Jeongguk snarled, his eyes switching colors every second. He dipped down, growling next to Taehyung's ear as he pushed his hips down suddenly, "Mine."

"Y-Yours, hyung," Taehyung agreed with another broken whimper, stretching out the mark near his neck; the mere sight of it sent a burst of possessiveness across Jeongguk. It wasn't the usual wide scar you'd see on any werewolf's neck — the mark was small, only two pinpricks of a fang bite. Jeongguk's shoulder mark, however, was wider. A white scar running across wider,

Jeongguk moved again, this time kissing the younger with absolutely no hint of softness. Trapping his arms so that he couldn't move, Jeongguk let his raw instincts take over. His hands slid under the younger's shirt again; he was caressing his skin gently one second and the next, twisting Taehyung's hardened nipple buds harshly. He felt his canines extend and immediately bit down, albeit gently, on Taehyung's lower lip.

Immediately, the saccharine crimson liquid oozed out, sending a rush of adrenaline, want and need down Jeongguk's spine.
"You taste so good, sweetheart," he growled out against the wolf's lips. Taehyung's blood was already gushing out into his veins and making him go dizzy.

He wanted more... he needed more of that taste.
Jeongguk snapped out of it.

"Getting carried away there? Go ahead, hyung, I don't mind," Taehyung grinned at him with a glint of blue in his eyes, his tongue swiping over the puncture marks on his lip. Jeongguk swallowed at the sight, feeling some more of his self-control slip away.

The elder smirked slightly. "Teach you a lesson? Punish you?" he said, cleverly twisting Taehyung's own words against him. "Yeah, that was definitely on my agenda when we started the day."

Taehyung giggled, the sound turning into a sudden gasp as he felt Jeongguk's knee slip between his legs and push up against his crotch.

"Jeongguk," he let out a loud moan immediately as his hips bucked upwards as a response.

The slow drag of the rough denim against his hardening cock was nowhere near enough but it sent a wave of pleasure across Taehyung.

"Yes, my sweet?" Jeongguk drawled coolly as he moved above the wolf, holding down his waist and pressing their clothed lengths together and grinding down. Taehyung jerked up, another sound of surprised pleasure escaping him. Jeongguk was moving too slowly for his liking.

He groaned, "f-faster." felt Jeongguk's half-hard cock through the denim.

Jeongguk stopped immediately. "Now why should I do that," he mused, getting up and moving to get off the bed.

Taehyung whined immediately, eyes widening. "Hyung, no! Please — please come back."

The older male stopped halfway to the door. "Well well, aren't you a good boy. Using your 'please' s already? Look at that. So needy, so desperate for my touch and leaking arousal all over the room while I haven't even got started with you."

Another whimper fell out of Taehyung's lips at the words.

Hesitation wracked through Jeongguk, scared that he would hurt Taehyung if he lost control. On the outside, though, he kept his calm. Jeongguk sighed raggedly, folding back the cuffs of his shirt slowly as he simultaneously flexed his arms. It was intentional. It was to let Taehyung see the gym-worked-out muscles that the wolf was so weak over. It was to let him see them bulge out against his shirt, so close yet forbidden to touch.

"It's a shame," Jeongguk muttered, coming to a decision. At the croaky questioning sound from Taehyung, Jeongguk turned. He shook off his tie and walked towards the closet to hang it up.
When the elder again, Taehyung was surprised, even startled to see that Jeongguk's eyes had softened considerably.

"We're not gonna go all the way, pup. Don't wanna risk hurting you. That okay?" he needed confirmation, climbing onto the bed again.

Taehyung whimpered, nodding furiously. "Y-Yes," he shook his tears away. Taehyung was incredibly sensitive, got worked up way too easily and needed to be taken care of at every step. "Yes," the omega croaked again. " Anything — anything's okay. Just need you, h-hyung please," he met Jeongguk's fond gaze.

"Alright. Alright, pup." Jeongguk's eyes lit up with a fire again, a smirk sliding over his sharp features. He licked at one of his extended fangs. 

"Get up and strip for me."

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The sound of the fan creaking softly was all that was there to serve as background white noise to the mates' breathing. Taehyung was buried into Jeongguk's side, the elder's arm wrapped securely around him and his nose buried into Taehyung's mate mark.

Taehyung was asleep, his mouth half-open as he breathed out in tiny puffs. Jeongguk was lost deep in thought; he stared up at the ceiling, thinking of everything yet nothing at the same time.

There was a low, blank buzz in his mind, his thoughts racing. Mostly, it was Jeongguk overthinking. Had he been too quick to lose his temper? Was he too mean just now? Did Taehyung want him to change? Maybe be softer, gentler with him? Were they even right in having a child when they were both this young?

"You're doing it again," a raspy voice murmured from somewhere under Jeongguk's head.

He looked down at the tangled mess of dirty blond under his chin. With a an apologetic kiss to the top of his head, Jeongguk raised a hand to comb through his mate's hair. "Sorry, pup."

Taehyung looked up from his position of being curled into Jeongguk's side, head on chest. The fond look in his droopy eyes made Jeongguk's heart jump. He hoped it didn't register in Taehyung's mind.

"Mm, why d'you think so much. How many times about this Ggu. I like when I can get you riled up. 's so hard to do, anyways. gimme some credit okay, you're always so fuckin' soft and mushy and caring and I love it, I do, but love it more when you're all rough," he grumbled, nudging closer. Sleep was pulling him back into its hold, making his words only half comprehensible.

Jeongguk chuckled softly, ignoring the tips of his ears heating up at Taehyung's words.
"You know you're gonna be a great dad, right?" Taehyung said after a pause in which the older had thought the omega was asleep.

He sighed, pressing another soft kiss to his temple. "I hope so, Taehyungie. I really hope so."

"Nuh uh," Taehyung's frown was evident even in his voice. He pulled away from Jeongguk's grip and shuffled forward, sliding their lips together in a quick kiss. "I know so. I know you're gonna be such a good father, and you're an even better mate, y'know. So stop worrying," he mumbled when he had pulled away.

Jeongguk sat up, leaning back on an elbow. A tiny smile adorned his features. "Love you," he muttered and leaned forward for another kiss.
Taehyung dodged. "Missed me," he grinned before shooting up like a catapult and scrambling off the bed.

The elder blinked, turning his head. "Huh?" he asked; Taehyung was bouncing on his feet, still grinning like a madman.

"C'moon old man, you're supposed to catch me," Taehyung drawled. Then he skipped backward as Jeongguk finally got that mischievous glint into his eyes. "Oh, yeah? Well you better run then coz' this old man's bouta catch on fire." 

He grunted with effort as he launched off the bed, stumbled when his right foot caught on the bedclothes and then jogged at a normal speed to the door, where a maniacally laughing Taehyung had just disappeared.

So to this day, nobody really found it strange if a certain pair of mates were seen chasing each other with wide smiles on their faces. Nobody raised an eyebrow if a particular vampire suddenly disappeared only to teleport forward with his figurative other half locked in his arms.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙙

A.N. Did any of that make sense?  (ﾟヘﾟ)

Hopefully the next update isn't months later but I can't promise anything -

Love you, stay safe, hope you liked it :D And aGAIN, because it was really extreme hard-on, apologies for the previous one TT-TT LOVE YOU ❤❤❤

~ Lesley ❤