World Building Fact:

As packs can be more than just a pup's two biological parents, evolution has offered non- biological and biological parents a way to share the same bond with their child. The scent glands in the wrists are smaller and aren't erogenous zones, instead, they connect directly to the part of the brain where the mental bond between parents and their pups reside.

Parents bite their children's wrists, both to offer the pup a physical claiming, but also to establish a mental bond and ensure the pup will smell like the entire pack until they present and begin producing their own scent.

Recently, as modern medicine has advanced, parents have taken to injecting pup's wrists with their hormones, instead of the violent, bloody bites that are now seen are brutal and excessively possessive.

-

Jimin blinked awake, glancing lazily around the room.

The pack's large bedroom was brightly lit, late morning sunshine streaming through the windows. Curled around him on the large, circular bed were his five mates; they were all in various stages of waking up, yawning and mumbling tiredly.

And in the center of everyone, little Kookie, dressed in his soft yellow pajamas, was stretching tiredly with an adorable little pout.

"Good morning, bunny," Jimin mumbled, raising an arm, gently asking for Kookie to curl back up in his arms.

The pup did so with little complaint, purring softly as he shifted within Jimin's embrace; his little limbs perfectly resting in the nooks of Jimin's body.

Jimin rubbed Kookie's back softly, "Go back to sleep, Jungkookie. It's still early." "Kay, Mommy."
—
Hoseok smiled, scooting closer to little Jungkook.

The entire pack was packed into the living room, settled around the single couch Kookie was cuddled up on, sitting on the couch, on the arm rests, and on the floor in front. No one wanted to be farther away from him than absolutely necessary.

Jungkook was watching the final scene of Moana with wide eyes, clutching a pillow to his chest as the princess finally made it back to her home village.

Seokjin and Yoongi stood up and stretched when the movie faded to black, moving out of the room to get everyone something to eat while Kookie picked out another movie.

But the pup wasn't looking at the screen, he was looking down at his wrists with a pout.

"I don't like it," he whined, abruptly breaking the comfortable silence.

Hoseok jerked, immediately shifting to meet Kookie's downcast eyes, concern filling his chest. "What is it baby? What's wrong?" Hoseok asked gently, "Papa will fix it."

The rest of the pack was watching by, silently, poised and ready to spring into action. They all had been doing their best not to smother Jungkook, but it was clear in their tense postures that it was a difficult task.

"My marks," Jungkook said, voice sad and pouty and sounding on the verge of a tantrum, "I can't see them. I can't smell Mama. I can't smell you. And now, I don't even have my marks. I'm not even Mommies' real pup, and how they going to know that I'm their pup? What if they disappear? They won't know-"

"Shhhh," Hoseok hushed, gently lifting Jungkook into his lap and turning the pup to face Taehyung.

"Hey. Baby. What do you mean you're not my real pup," Taehyung said firmly, looking Jungkook in the eyes, "You are my pup. You have my bite. Don't ever say think otherwise."

"B-but, my marks," Jungkook whined, waving his bandaged wrists.

Taehyung sat up on the couch, taking Yoongi's abandoned spot, "Just because I can't see your wrists doesn't mean that I'm going to forget that I love you?"

Jungkook started to smell like the early stages of distress, and Taehyung reached out to gently hold Jungkook's bandage-covered wrists. "Here, bunny, let's look together, okay? We can both check and make sure they're still there, okay?"

Jungkook nodded, curling up defensively, as if he was expecting his parenting bites to have disappeared.

Hoseok nuzzled Kookie's head, reminding the pup that Papa was right behind him.

Very carefully, Taehyung unwrapped Jungkook's wrists, revealing the scarlet cuts that were still not scabbed over. But right above them, prominent and pink were three parenting bites on each wrist, long since cemented in permanent scars.

On Jungkook's right wrist, the bites were noticeably larger and older.

On his left, two of the bites were petite and brighter, the way newer scars tend to be, and one was rather brutal looking, large and deep.

Either way, all six bites were perfectly in-line; they wordlessly showed how savagely possessive Jungkook's parents were. They were the only mars on Jungkook's body- or at least they had been before the kidnapping.

There was no question, when looking at them, that Jungkook was an accepted pup of the pack, not when his parents had gone through such measures to make absolutely sure that Jungkook was very visibly claimed.

Though, that had meant absolutely nothing to Daehyun when everything came down to it.

Namjoon leaned over, fingers gently tracing over Jungkook's wrists, lovingly following the scars with his fingers.

"See? They're all here," Taehyung reassured, "There's mine, kinda looks like a box. Eomma's really big one. Mommy's with his crooked tooth. And the Daddies' are just hot messes."

Jungkook giggled, reassured at the sight of the marks.

Hoseok's heart went out to the pup, who was probably feeling indescribably untethered at the moment.

Pup's experienced the world through scent. In all honesty, Kookie would have likely been better off deaf for the next couple days, than without his ability to scent.

Jungkook was probably terrified he'd wake up with the rest of the pack gone, no wonder he wanted to see physical representation of the permanence of his parents: he was no longer getting that with scent.

"We aren't leaving you, darling," Hoseok cooed, "We're all right here."

—
Seokjin glanced at Tae and Jimin; fury burning fainting in his eyes.

"I know you took the fucking shots. And, I want you to know that you're lucky that I have bigger things on my plates than throwing the both of you over my lap and beating your asses red, myself," Seokjin said, crossing his arms.

Jimin glanced at Tae, eyes wide in fear, "U-unnie, we just-"

"We had a good reason," Tae interrupted, voice weak, "You can't honestly think that Jungkook would be okay with having both of us locked in a room-"

Seokjin shook his head, stepping closer and looming over the both of them, face dark and eyes simmering, "No. I will not accept any excuses. Those things fucking poison you. I leave both of you alone for less than four hours and you break my only rule."

"But, your PA, she offered-"

"And you should have said no," Seokjin shouted, slamming his hand down on the table,

"Goddammit, Taehyung."

"Unnie, we-"

"I don't demand much from you two, honestly. I've always given you everything you asked for. Have I ever denied either you, anything?" Seokjin asked, voice stern.

Taehyung blinked. It was hard to think of anything he has asked Seokjin for that the Omega had denied.

Taehyung had wanted to visit fashion week in New York, and instead of just booking a hotel, Seokjin became a sponsor of it, donating billions of won, so that Taehyung had the very best of everything.

Taehyung didn't want to be CEO anymore, Seokjin arranged it, packed it up, and absorbed the job himself, before later giving it to Yoongi.

Taehyung had wanted to mate Hoseok, and Seokjin completely turned their personal lives around to accommodate three more Alphas in their lives.

Seokjin might have been the head Omega, but that was hardly a hardship for Jimin and Tae. Anything they wanted was immediately presented to them on a silver platter. They were Kim Seokjin's precious little treasures; pampered and pleasured the moment Seokjin had chosen them.

Jimin was looking at the floor, no doubt realizing the same thing Tae had.

"This is the one hard rule I have. And this is the third time you've broken it," Seokjin said, voice shaking ever so slightly, "I don't want either of you to suffer with what I have. Is that unreasonable?"

"No, unnie."

"I'm sorry, unnie, I wasn't thinking."

Seokjin shook his head, wiping his eyes and smoothing his dress, "Just because you aren't being spanked, doesn't mean I'm not extremely disappointed in both of you. I'll figure out some punishment once I have the mental capacity to not worry about Jungkook every waking second."

Jimin sniffed, eyes visibly watering.

Tae was biting his lip, feeling small with shame.

Seokjin sighed, shaking off his anger with the ease of someone throwing away a mask.

"Now, come here, cuddle Unnie. I'm sorry for yelling. I know you did what you thought was best. I just worry," Seokjin smiled weakly, holding his arms out for Jimin and Tae.

The two younger Omegas immediately curled up into Seokjin's embrace, snuggling close to the Omega's body, silently reminding themselves to never use them again.

—
Kookie was playing with Carrot, their white Pyrenees dog in the center of the living room. It had been rather lucky that Carrot had been at the groomers that day, otherwise, there's no doubt he would have missed a few meals in all that chaos.

Jungkook giggled as he flopped on top of the huge fluffy dog that was at least three times his size, only for Carrot to roll over until he was on top of Jungkook, warmly licking Kookie's face.

Hoseok and Seokjin were watching, nodding proudly every time the pup showed them a trick Carrot could do.

"I want to chip him," Seokjin said, bluntly.

It was a point Seokjin was willing to fight on. Obviously the tracking bracelet had failed in real use, and Seokjin wanted something a little more permanent as a replacement. Most of Jungkook's pain could have been avoided if they had immediately known where Kookie was.

A chip was the obvious solution.

Not really the classiest. But the most reliable, and Seokjin was willing to sacrifice some of his pride for Jungkook's safety.

Hoseok nodded, offering immediate agreement, "I was thinking the same thing."

It wasn't surprising that the Alpha agreed with him. Hoseok and Seokjin were usually the most pragmatic; and, where Hoseok tended to be quiet, Seokjin, with the assertive force of a bulldozer, could push the Alpha in the right action.

Seokjin smiled, leaning his head on Hoseok's shoulder, "Jiminie and Taehyungie won't like it."

The Alpha shrugged, pulling Seokjin closer, "Then we don't tell them. Best case scenario is that we'll never have to use it anyway."

Seokjin nodded, yawning, "Thank you."

—

Hoseok started properly walking around two days later, smiles completely free from pained winces.

Yoongi, Tae, and Jimin noticed, and- with very little self-control- dragged the Alpha off to the nearest bedroom, spending three hours giving the Alpha a whole new set of reasons to limp.

—
Jungkook looked up at Yoongi, mid-way through eating his cookie.

"Appa?" he called.

Yoongi's head snapped away from the news to smile down at his pup. "Yeah, bunny?"

Jungkook took another bite of his cookie, looking pensive as he chewed with puffy cheeks. "W-will I get a time out for tryin to go to the park?" he asked, mouth full of cookie.

Yoongi smiled warmly, "Swallow your bite, first. It's not cute to talk with your mouth full."

Jungkook chewed quickly and swallowed, nervous about the answer.

"Secondly, you aren't getting punished for leaving. You aren't ever going to leave without permission, again, right?" Yoongi asked, watching as Jungkook frantically shook his head, "Good. Then you've learned your lesson. No need for punishment."

"No time out?"

Yoongi kissed Jungkook's forehead, "No, Kookie. None."

--

"Kookie," Tae hummed, slowly running his fingers over Jungkook's side, trying to wake the pup up from his nap.

It was adorable.

Jungkook had laid down in the center of his parents' massive circular bed, wrapping himself up in the thick blanket like a burrito. He had an arm thrown around Carrot, head resting on the dog's neck. Jungkook was purring, soft, delicate purrs; they were high, light and melodic, and listening to them made Taehyung's heart melt.

Jungkook was still achy and tired, so the pup was prone to taking naps every couple hours, and each time he'd start yawning, Jungkook wordlessly padded towards his parents' bedroom, snuggling into the sheets with whoever was watching him. Carrot obediently followed his much smaller master around the house, even to the bed, where the dog knew he wasn't allowed.

"Kookie," the Omega sing-songed, "It's lunch time, baby."

The pup snuffled, turning away from Tae, and nuzzling against the blankets.

"Baby," Tae said a little louder, "It's time to wake up, darling."

"Mama," Jungkook whined, kicking at the mattress, "Stop. I don't wanna eat."

"Jungkook. I know you're tired. You can nap after you've eaten," Taehyung reasoned. He mostly kept his voice soft, but there was an undercurrent of try me, bunny.

Jungkook pouted, knowing that he wasn't going to win the argument, and slowly moved to get up. "I'm cold."

"I'll get you a blanket from the living room," Taehyung soothed, moving to pick Kookie up, "We can't have our bunny getting cold, can we?"

Oddly enough, Jungkook just got worse when Taehyung picked him off the bed; the pup started frowning, a soft growl budding in his throat.

Jungkook huffed, squirming in Taehyung's arms, refusing to settle, "I want that blanket. I want it. Stop. Mama. Stop."

At the pup's distress, Carrot had sat up, lowly growling at Taehyung himself. It was the first time the gentle dog had ever shown any aggression towards Taehyung, and the sight of a 160 pound dog growling at him wasn't helping his own anxiety.

"Carrot, quiet," Taehyung ordered, firmly, watching the dog hesitate, before calming down, and silently watching the sight unfold.

With that problem settled, Taehyung turned his attention back to the angry pup in his arms.

But for all the pup's squirming, Jungkook's face stayed firmly against Tae's neck, nose pressed against Tae's scent gland.

The Omega frowned, bouncing Jungkook in his arms, mind racing, "Jungkook, baby..."

Jungkook's baby growl grew louder, the soft clicks got harder, stronger, trying harder to be threatening, and Taehyung was about to drop Jungkook back on the bed and run to get Yoongi when he froze.

Wait.

Taehyung relaxed.

Getting a tighter grip on Jungkook, Taehyung released a calming scent, filling the air with the warm scent of vanilla cupcakes, safe, warm, calm.

And, as it should, Jungkook's squirming slowly died down. It wasn't exactly as quick or abrupt as it should have been, and the pup was still clearly antsy, but the pup's low growl was gone.

Jungkook's sense of smell was coming back.

That's why he wanted to keep the blanket- it reeked of the rest of the pack, the smell of candles, peppermint, vanilla, flowers, candy, and oranges was practically woven into the fabric.

"You're getting your sense of smell back, huh, bunny?" Tae cooed, smoothing a hand down Jungkook's back, "How about you can eat lunch here? It that okay?"

The pup eagerly slipped from Taehyung's grasp, clawing at the sheets and curling them around himself and Carrot with a single-minded fervor. And, only once he was all wrapped up again, did Jungkook look up at Taehyung with a frown, "I'm just cold, Mama. I still can't smell anything."

Taehyung giggled, leaning down to press a kiss to Kookie's forehead, "Okay, bunny. Let me text Appa, okay? You can eat your Ramen in bed."

--

Jungkook was distressed.

Seokjin knew that.

Seokjin had called rainchecks for five different meetings, one of which was preventing the construction of a multi-million dollar hospital.

Seokjin knew that, too.

Yoongi, poor man, had very similar things that he knew as well. An entire new medication was gearing up to go on sale, and he was in charge of making sure everything was running smoothly.

They had to go.

There was little Seokjin wouldn't do for his pup, but Seokjin had to make sure that he was still in the position to be able to do anything for his pup. And, that, unfortunately, meant leaving Jungkook with Jimin, Tae, Hoseok, and Namjoon.

It wasn't as if Seokjin was abandoning Jungkook.

But, Seokjin also knew, he was attempting to rationalize his actions.

Everything relied on the Kim and Vante companies running smoothly, and Seokjin wouldn't be surprised to see all six of them in a cell if those companies crumbled.

Seokjin's heart though, that crumbled at the sight of Jungkook.

Yoongi was standing just a step behind Seokjin; his stern expression probably made Jungkook realized that convincing Seokjin was likely his best bet. The poor pup's arms were tightly wrapped around Seokjin's legs, doing his absolute best to keep his mother in place.

His eyes were tear-filled, full of pitiful hope, whimpering brokenly for "Eomma, please, please, stay, please?"

Seokjin wanted to. Seokjin wanted to. But, he couldn't.

So, instead, Seokjin smiled, brushing back Jungkook's hair, "I'll be back right after lunch, okay? Eomma will come back."

Jungkook shivered, pressing his face into the fabric of Seokjin's dress, scenting the fabric.

Dr. Seong had said this was normal. That Jungkook, since he was getting his sense of smell back, was going to be clingy. It wasn't an emotional thing, so much of an instinctive one. This wasn't traumatic, and Jungkook was nearly as upset as he seemed.

It was going to be fine.

But, it was hard to believe that when Seokjin was looking straight into his crying pup's eyes.

"No, Eomma. Please?"

Yoongi stepped forward, placing a hand on Seokjin's shoulder, supportive. With an apathetic expression and a blank voice, Yoongi chided sharply, "Jungkook."

The pup looked up at his Appa, hope slowly fading in his eyes.

"Stop, baby. You're staining Eomma's dress with your tears," Yoongi said, firmly, "We don't want Eomma to look unpresentable, do we?"

Jungkook slowly shook his head.

"That's right. Now, let go and give Eomma and Appa a hug. You can play with everyone else until we get back."

"Yoon-"

"No, Noona. He's had two weeks of unconditional attention. It has to stop at some point, and I'm stopping it now. He has four other parents at home. He will manage," Yoongi said harshly.

Seokjin shut his mouth.

Though tears were still falling down his cheeks, Jungkook obeyed, tentatively letting go of his mother. The Omega crouched down to give Jungkook a tight hug, pressing a kiss on the pup's wet cheek.

"I love you, darling," Seokjin whispered, choking up.

The Omega took off the scarf he was wearing, the fabric was already heavy with his flowery scent and perfume; with gentle hands, Seokjin wrapped the scarf around Jungkook's shoulders.

"We'll be back soon."

Yoongi crouched down, pressing a brisk kiss to Jungkook's hair, and a soft stroke over the parenting bites on Jungkook's wrist.

"See you soon, Jungkookie." The Alpha's tone was dismissive.

And with that, Yoongi straightened, and held his arm out to Seokjin, quickly urging both of them out the door. The pair left, the sight of a crying Jungkook being consoled by an anxious Tae and Hoseok burning behind their eyelids.

And the moment Yoongi and Seokjin entered the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind them; Yoongi shakily exhaled. The Alpha's eyes were glassy with unshed tears, the scent of panicked, guilty campfires filling the space.

"I'm sorry- I just... We wouldn't have left, if I hadn't-" Yoongi choked up. Seokjin pressed his lips into a firm line, "I know."
—
Seokjin looked down at Daehyun.

The Alpha had been left to rot in a basement in Namjoon's casino, shoved into a dark room, nothing but a leaking tap and a glass to keep him company. The entire room was stocked like a kitchen/sex-dungeon/operating-theatre hybrid.

After two hours of hanging out in Seokjin's company, the Alpha was finally starting to look a little like how Seokjin would prefer him to look.

Daehyun was tied to a chair with too-tight zip-ties, just like the ones he had used on Jungkook. The Alpha was panting from the sheer amount of pain he was in. Cut littered his body and limbs were twisted in unnatural angles. His entire body was pink, from flush or from blood, mostly both.

A senseless stream of babbles left the Alpha's mouth, an endless plead for Seokjin's nonexistent mercy.

"Who do you think wants to hurt you more? Yoongi or Hoseok?" Seokjin asked, bored.

Deahyun moaned, before choking on his own blood, coughing and dry heaving weakly, pathetically.

Seokjin just watched, sighing, and leaning back into his own plush arm chair, waiting. When Daehyun could breathe, Seokjin repeated his question.

"Wha- what?" the Alpha coughed.

The Omega shrugged, "You burned my pup's nose, so I'd like to burn yours. And I can do that either by fire or chemicals. My mate, Yoongi, smells like fire and my other mate, Hoseok, smells like chemicals. I'm asking you for your preference. Does that make sense?"

"Y-yes, but, puh-ple-"

"Yoongi or Hoseok," Seokjin repeated.

"puh, please, mercy. Mercy, puh-"

Seokjin smiled, standing up and clapping his hands together cheerfully, "Both then. Lovely. I think we had some Nitric acid around here, somewhere. And, of course, my lovely flame thrower."

Daehyun whimpered, but Seokjin didn't pay attention. He reached out for the flame thrower, which had been resting harmlessly on a nearby table, testing the weight of it his hand, before laying back on the table.

"You know, a lot of people say you can't feel pain after your nerve endings have been burned," Seokjin said, standing up, "But, I'm pretty confident you'll be the exception."

Daehyun started crying, and Seokjin smiled.

Cute.

It took a little bit of searching, through the cabinets, but Seokjin eventually found the small, thick plastic bottle of acid, a sticky note on the bottle reading please use gloves and a mask, this shit is fuckin strong~ suga.

"Hm," Seokjin frowned, "Maybe I'll use this after the flame thrower then. I don't want to be around it for too long. Can't be getting cancer, I have a pup waiting for me at home, after all."

Humming underneath his breath, Seokjin lifted the flamethrower, refining the flame until it was a sharp blue point.

Looking over at one of the bodyguards, Seokjin snapped his fingers, "Come over here. Make sure he doesn't thrash."

"Yes, Mr. Kim."

"And get me the epinephrine. I don't want him passing out."

"Yes, Mr. Kim."

—

The entire pack cuddled close to Jungkook, passing the pup around. It was adorable the way Jungkook's eyes twinkled brightly.

The pup would snuggle with one parent for a couple minutes, deeply breathing in their scents, taking heavy puffs of the scent, melting into that parents arms. And then, he'd start squirming, reaching out for another parent, whining, and starting the entire cycle over again.

Jungkook was snuggling into Jimin's neck, mumbling lowly about how much he loved Mommy and caramel candies.

"So cute," Jimin cooed, ruffling the pup's hair.

"He gets it from me. He's around me so much," Hoseok said, chest puffing up.

Seokjin rolled his eyes, "You can't inherit traits through osmosis, but good try. If anything he got it from Namjoon."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, "Osmosis only applies to the diffusion of water."

"And regardless, the nature, nurture debate in developmental psychology would argue that Jungkook could have potentially just picked up being cute by being exposed to such behavior," Namjoon added.

Seokjin slapped Namjoon's arm, "I compliment you, and you throw me under the bus?"

Namjoon smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, noona."
—
BREAKING NEWS:

Park Daehyun has been found guilty for the kidnapping of Kim Jungkook.

After a quick and media frenzied trial, during which, the public's opinion of Park Daehyun has been nothing short of sadistic, Park Daehyun has been sentenced to life in prison without parole.

Just before the police had rescued Kim Jungkook, Daehyun murdered all of his co-conspirators and attempted to set the building on fire, both to dispose of Jungkook as well as to ensure his co- conspirators' bodies were unrecognizable.

Luckily enough, police arrived just in time to rescue the young Kim Jungkook.

However, in the rush to rescue Jungkook, Daehyun got away, and managed on the run for over a week, before finally being found by the police when he was attempting to withdraw enough cash to leave Korea.

Daehyun had severe burns all over his body, likely from when he attempted to burn Kim Jungkook alive. Daehyun was wheel-chair bound, nearly paralyzed, and almost entirely unable to speak. The sight briefly inspired public sympathy before the prosecution reminded that Kim Jungkook had nearly been in the exactly same, if not worse situation, if it hadn't been for the police's quick rescue.

Kim Seokjin gave a statement today, somberly stating that he hoped that "this [Deahyun] will serve as an example of the consequences of kidnapping children. If I were able to ensure that this will happen to anyone who dreamt of touching my pup, or any child, I would. Human trafficking is a scourge on humanity, and I hope one day we'll finally eradicate it, thank you. "

Alas, we don't believe that's possible, but just as Mr. Kim, we are glad Karma finally ended up taking Daehyun out to dinner.

—

"Daddy!" Jungkook squealed, running towards Namjoon.

"Can we go to the park? Pretty please? Wanna play with Carrot," Jungkook asked, looking up at his father with wide-eyes.

Namjoon smiled, leaning down to pick the pup up, "Sure, bunny. Let's ask if Mama wants to go, too, okay?"

Jungkook nodded, smiling brightly, perfectly happy at the thought of spending the day with his parents.