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Jungkook doesn't really celebrate his birthdays. His parents really stopped doing that after his first birthday, the expected celebration of an omega infant surviving their first year. Of course, his older brothers—all alphas—get lavish celebrations every year, grand parties thrown to show off the future leaders of tomorrow. Jungkook's always expected to stay upstairs or in another room, but he doesn't really mind since he gets to invite his omega friends over and eat any of the delicacies he sees. It's more comfortable for him anyways, he's not one to be in the center of attention (at least, that's what he tells himself).
So he's a little surprised when Namjoon and Seokjin offer to take him out to karaoke for his birthday this year. They're well known around the school as the genius step-brothers, both of them always in the top two spots at anything they do. He's not even sure how he ended up on the alphas' radar—the only time he's talked to them is when he was tasked with bringing some weird equipment to the school's robotics club room. Why the two seniors would want to talk to a sophomore (an omega at that) is beyond him, but they seem nice enough. Plus, karaoke is right up his alley. He loves singing, and is one of the best singers in the school's choir club. Still, he figures it's probably a little good to be cautious.
"How did you know it was my birthday?" he questions, brows a little furrowed in an attempt to make himself look like a force that should not be reckoned with. Namjoon laughs and oh my god his voice is so deep Jungkook thinks.
"We overheard on the grape vine, we've got some friends in the choir club," Namjoon answers before offering a wide smile.
"Okay, but why do you wanna take me to karaoke? We barely know each other."
Seokjin answers this time. "You're right, we barely know each other. Wouldn't this be a great opportunity to get to know you better? Friendships have to start somewhere." He reaches over to ruffle Jungkook's hair and his omega preens, the sweet chocolate notes of his pheromones diffusing into the air around them.
Jungkook's got a little dopey smile on his face. Friends? He can't believe such cool people would want to be friends with him.
"You're not going to say no, are you?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook misses the warning tone in his voice. It doesn't matter because he's shaking his head no anyways.
"I'd love to go!" he exclaims a little to excitedly, before he catches himself and clears his throat. "Yeah, it sounds like it would be like fun."
Seokjin smiles and takes his phone out of his pocket before handing it to Jungkook. "Give me your number, and I'll text you later to let you know when I'll pick you up." Jungkook nods before putting in his number. "Catch you later, Kookie!"
Jungkook smiles wide, bunny teeth on display. "See you later, hyungs!"
Jungkook's full of excitement for the rest of the day, thumping his foot against the floor during his classes and tapping his fingers against his workspace. His culinary teacher sends him out to stand in the hall more than once due to his disruptive antics. He can't help it though—his birthday's being celebrated for the first time in fifteen years! As much as he thought it didn't bother him, he longed to be celebrated like his big brothers were. The giddy smile was still on his face when his brothers came to collect him from his class at the end of the day, earning curious looks from them.
"What are you so happy for, Kook?" Jimin asks as he peels his backpack off of him.
"'M going out today, hyung!"
"Really?" Taehyung questions as he buckles Jungkook into the back seat. "With who?"
Jungkook fusses with his seatbelt a little before Taehyung lightly smacks his cheek to get him to stay still. "Namjoon hyung and Seokjin hyung from the robotics club. Hyungie, you did the seat belt too tight!"
His older brothers pause before sharing a look that Jungkook misses, too busy fiddling with his belt.
"Jimin hyung, my seat belt is too tight," he pouts, causing his older brothers to look back at him.
"Can't you fix it yourself, Jungkook?" Jimin teases, and Jungkook's pout deepens. His parents didn't let him do anything by himself and insisted that his older brothers do most of everything for him. After all, omegas were only supposed to be skilled at homemaking—everything outside of that was useless.
"I can't, hyungie, I don't know how."
Jimin laughs at him as he slides into the front seat. "The tighter it is, the safer you are, Jungkook," he says patronizingly as he looks at him through the rearview mirror. "We wouldn't want you to get hurt before your date tonight, would we?"
"'S not a date," Jungkook murmurs as he tugs lightly on the seatbelt.
His brothers ignore him to talk about some new video game that came out as he sits quietly in the backseat, mindless watching some bunny videos on his phone. He'd hoped his new friends might text him when they were all out of school, but they still hadn't yet. They were probably still busy anyways since their club often stayed late after school. He sighs and tucks his phone back into his pocket, waiting patiently to arrive at home.
Jungkook races into the house the moment Jimin unbuckles his seatbelt, quickly saying hello to his parents before he rushes upstairs to his room. He has so much to do before Seokjin hyung came to pick him up! He ruffles through his closet over and over again, throwing shirts and pants on his bed to find the perfect combination before flopping onto his bed in frustration—none of his outfits were cool enough to wear tonight. All he has is dumb baby clothes that all omegas wore, nothing that would make him fit in with his new friends. Huffing, he whines a little, prompting his brothers to come and help him.
"What's got you so upset, Kook?" Taehyung asks him before rubbing his back gently. Jungkook whines and latches onto his side.
"All my clothes are too cute! I want to look cool tonight," he complains while fiddling with his sleeves.
"Silly baby, omegas can't be cool. Especially not you, I mean, look at your cheeks. Let hyungs pick out something really cute for you, yeah? I'm sure Namjoon and Seokjin would prefer you to look cute, anyways."
It takes him almost an hour of pouting (and a little crying) before he settles on the baby blue shirt and soft black pants Jimin picks out for him. He puts a couple red clips in his hair and a light layer of makeup on, just enough to accentuate his big eyes.
"See, bun? You look so much better when you're trying to be cute."
Jungkook blushes as he looks at himself in his mirror before he hears a notification come up on his phone. He squeals and runs to it to see he had been added to a group text from two numbers he didn't have saved.
unknown number
Hi Kookie. It's Seokjin hyung.
What's your address?
Kookie
hi hyung!!! )^o^(
i live on 32 rosewood street
it's near the dairy store
seokjin hyung ☆
I'll pick you up at 5, okay?
Kookie
ok, i'll be waiting!!
unknown number
I have something I need to take care of beforehand
So I'll meet you two at the karaoke bar
Instead of coming with Seokjin
Kookie
namjoon hyung? (;o;)
namjoon hyung ★
Bingo baby
Kookie
i can't wait!!
thank u for taking me, hyungs (ᵔᴥᵔ)
namjoon hyung ★
You're more than welcome, Koo
Jungkook's flushes bright pink as he looked as his phone, causing his brothers to wriggle their eyebrows and tease him about his new boyfriends. He pouts and insists that they're just his new friends, before pushing past them to lounge around in the living room before Seokjin comes by. It's in this moment that he's especially grateful he doesn't have homework—judging by the way his brothers spend hours bent over stacks of paper and books every night, he wouldn't be able to go out to celebrate if he did. He flicks on the television, flipping through a few channels before he finally settles on watching an animated movie on Netflix to pass the time. He's still a little jumpy though, and his dad has to warn him to stop thumping his foot against the couch.
"What's the get up for, Jungkook?" his dad questions before handing him a bowl of his favorite graham crackers. Jungkook pops one into his mouth before answering about his plans to go out with his friends.
"Oh, is it your birthday already? I could have sworn it wasn't for another few months," he mumbles before going back to his work. Jungkook frowns, remembering that his birthday being a fun occasion will probably be a one time event. He shakes it off, deciding to focus on how much fun he'll be having with his hyungs.
As if on cue, the front doorbell rings and Jungkook rushes to peep through the door. It's Seokjin hyungie! He opens it excitedly, innocent wide smile on his face.
"Hi hyungie!" he chirps. He bows politely and his long curly locks bounce around his head as he does.
Seokjin reaches over to smooth down the strands of hair that have gotten into Jungkook's eyes, face glowing with a smile."Hey, Kookie. You all ready to go?"
Jungkook nods and quickly shouts out a general goodbye to everyone in his house. He follows Seokjin out of the door and blushes when the alpha offers him his arm but takes it to be polite. He gasps in awe at the sight of Seokjin's car—it's one of the big name luxury cars out there. Seokjin opens the front seat door for him and buckles him into his seat, making sure to ask him if it's too tight.
While they're driving, Seokjin makes an effort to engage Jungkook in casual conversation. Jungkook excitedly chirps away, barely even noticing that they've arrived. He allows himself to be escorted inside the karaoke bar, clinging shyly to Seokjin's arm again until they reach the room. Jungkook is practically bouncing off the walls with excitement. The room is a beautiful hue of neon pink and purple, and the instrumentals to some new pop song play quietly in the background to add to the ambience.
He immediately goes for a mic, engrossed in searching through all the song options available to him. Seokjin makes himself comfortable on the couch. "Getting right to business, baby?" he teases, and the pet name makes Jungkook feel warm. He nods shyly.
"We should probably get something to eat and drink before we start. Don't want you becoming dehydrated and fainting, do we?"
Jungkook shakes his head and moves over to the couch to sit beside Seokjin as he flips the page of the menu, looking for something to eat. It's obvious to Seokjin that Jungkook can't exactly see what's on the menu from where he's sitting with the way he's craning his neck, so he tugs him closer until their thighs are touching.
"Better?" Seokjin asks and Jungkook simply nods, scanning through the paper to find something he likes.
"I want cherry soda, and spicy chicken, please," he asks, big eyes looking up at Seokjin.
"Good choice, I was thinking about getting the same thing. I'll place the order and you can go back to singing."
"Aren't you going to sing with me?"
"Mmm, I will," Seokjin answers as he taps on the tablet on the table to order the food. "I figure I would just give you a little time to get comfortable before I start singing as well."
Jungkook eventually finds a few songs that he likes and cues them up. He's in the middle of singing the third song (some random rock song that Seokjin honestly did not expect him to be into) when Namjoon quietly slips into the room. He's so absorbed in the music that he doesn't notice him come in, or the quiet conversation his hyungs are having. It's only when he does a little twirl while dancing to the beat that he sees Namjoon has arrived.
"Hi Namjoon hyung!" he calls out before turning back to the screen, eyes following the flashy colors. He finishes his song and turns to flop in his seat, panting a little. It's his luck that the food arrives the same moment, and he quickly gulps down nearly half of his soda to quench the dryness in his throat.
"Whoa, Kookie, slow down," Namjoon warns before taking the drink from Jungkook. "You're gonna choke at that rate."
"'M sorry, just super thirsty," he replies while Seokjin dabs at his cheek with a napkin. Sitting in between the two alphas like this makes him feel small.
"Are you having fun, Kookie?" Seokjin asks him, and he nods enthusiastically.
"It's the best birthday I've ever had, hyungies! Thank you so much."
Namjoon reaches over him to grab his own drink. "Since you're having so much fun, you wouldn't mind helping your hyungies have fun too, right?"
Jungkook feels like there's something he's missing in whatever Namjoon is saying, but he agrees anyways. "Sure, hyung. What can I do to help?"
Seokjin is calmly stroking the back of his neck, occasionally flicking his thumb over Jungkook's scent glands. He's a lot closer to him than he ever was before, his musky scent invading his nostrils and his entire body. Jungkook is starting to feel fuzzy in the head and his tongue is thick in his throat. Namjoon's massive hands are rubbing up and down his thigh, dangerously close to his cunny.
"Can you be a good boy for us?" Seokjin croons, right into his ear and it makes his whole body shiver, his pussy starting to feel warm and tingly. "You can be nice to hyungs, yeah? After all, we were nice to you, so you can return the favor right?"
Namjoon's hands start thumbing at Jungkook's waist and Seokjin's breath is warm on his scent gland and everything is too much and—oh. He's leaking. His cunny is letting down a steady trickle of slick and he knows they can smell it, can see it in the way their eyes have a dark red hue to them.
"Good boy," Namjoon murmurs into the other side of his and Jungkook lets out a pitiful whine, his thighs rubbing together. He knows this is wrong but he craves the attention so badly, loves hearing the praises from his hyungs.
"Hyungies, but– but should we do this? Isn't it wrong...?"
"Isn't what wrong, baby?" Seokjin questions, tone patronizing. "What are we doing that's so bad?"
Jungkook whimpers and tries to hide his face but his hands are quickly wrenched away by Namjoon, who holds his wrists in one hand. "He asked you a question, baby. Don't be rude."
Jungkook bites his lip before answering quietly. "Um, sex," he whispers. The alphas look at Jungkook, feigning shock and surprise.
"Kookie, I had no idea you were so naughty! Nobody ever said anything about sex," Seokjin says, perfect look of shock on his face.
"But I—"
"Who would have thought such bad ideas were in your head?"
Jungkook wants to cry—he's ruined everything between him and his hyungies. He thought they wanted to have sex, but he was just getting everything wrong and now they think he's dirty.
"'M sorry hyungies I just—I just thought—"
"Thought what, Jungkook?" Namjoon growls, and Jungkook tries his best to shrink in on himself. "Thought we'd want to fuck your pussy? I suppose it can't be helped, though, omegas are only good at one thing."
"No, no, 'm sorry, 'm sorry, didn' mean it, didn'—"
"Well, if that's how you want to help us, who are we to say no?" Namjoon turns Jungkook's chin towards him and captures his lips in a rough kiss. Jungkook gasps and Namjoon takes the opportunity to shove his tongue down his throat. The omega is squirming a little and whining, making incoherent attempts to speak through the kiss. Namjoon slaps his cheek firmly to get him to go quiet.
"What's that, baby?" Seokjin smirks, before pulling Jungkook into his lap. "I can't hear you."
Namjoon finally pulls away from the kiss and Jungkook is gasping for air, tears rolling down his chubby cheeks. Seokjin coos at him and wipes at his tears before turning him around in his lap so that Jungkook was straddling him.
"Poor baby," he coos, and Jungkook melts into his arms for comfort. "Your Joonie hyung was being mean, wasn't he? Let me make it up to you."
He kisses Jungkook and this time it's sweet and elegant. Jungkook is god awful at kissing but the way he slowly melts against Seokjin's soft lips, letting him nip and suck on them makes Seokjin's cock throb. Jungkook's mouth feels so tiny around his—he'd probably have a difficult time trying to suck his cock.
Jungkook calms down and Namjoon's nipping at his scent glands, hands up his shirt to tug at his puffy nipples. "Jesus, Jin, if I didn't know any better I'd think he was fully developed."
Seokjin breaks the kiss and Jungkook chases after his lips. He looks completely fucked out and they haven't even done anything. Seokjin laughs at the pitifully whimper that comes from the tiny boy and indulges him in a quick peck on the lips.
The alphas maneuver him onto the seat and take Jungkook's shirt off. He feels shy and exposed like this, but Namjoon warns him not to cover himself up or he'll get punished. The alpha spreads his legs wide and slips a hand down his pants, rubbing his wet cunt from outside his panties.
"Your pussy's so wet, Kookie," he murmurs and Jungkook grabs onto Namjoon's forearm for support. "Good boy, making it easier for alphas to fuck you. Want us to stuff your little pussy up with our big knots?"
A wave of slick escapes Jungkook and he's suddenly gasping for air. He wants, he wants something so bad but he doesn't know what. All he knows is that it's too hot and he feels so empty.
"'S too hot, please, please hyung," he cries, frantically shifting his hips to chase after Namjoon's hands. Seokjin comes behind them and swiftly removes Jungkook's pants, leaving him in only his pink cotton panties. Namjoon leans in for a kiss again and this time Jungkook is a little better at keeping up. He drools into Jungkook's mouth for good measure and the omega obediently swallows it all.
A tiny squeal erupts from him when his panties are moved to the side and he feels a tongue on his pussy. Seokjin is sucking on his fat cunt lips like they're the last meal he's going to eat. Jungkook's delirious with pleasure, his whines and moans being swallowed up by Namjoon. Seokjin licks a fat stripe up his cunny and drinks down the slick. Jungkook's pussy is absolutely drooling at this point—fucking him is going to be a dream.
"Hyungie, stop, my cunny—'m gonna pee," Jungkook whines. Seokjin ignores him and continues to eat him out. The sensation of it all is too much for Jungkook and he comes with a silent gasp, squirting all over Seokjin's face.
"Hyungie, I peed! It got on your face, 's nasty, 'm sorry," Jungkook apologizes, but Seokjin merely licks his lips and leans in to kiss him. Jungkook can taste himself on Seokjin's lips and it's odd to him. Before he knows it Seokjin is pulling away, and Namjoon has pulled his panties off all the way. Jungkook catches his breath for a little bit before he notices Namjoon's cock.
It's big. Really big. Jungkook's not sure that will fit inside him, knows that it won't. Namjoon has no intention of prepping him, so he knows it'll hurt the omega like hell. Jungkook's scared and asking him to wait, but Namjoon is already pushing him down and rubbing his hard cock through his fat folds.
"Not gonna fit, not gonna fit, gonna break my cunny," Jungkook babbles, but his eyes are glassed over and his pussy lips spread wider for the girthy cock sliding through.
"I gotta break your cunny baby. Gotta mold it just right for me and your Seokjin hyung, okay?"
Jungkook is crying while Namjoon pushes the head of his cock into his pussy. Jungkook is so perfect, hot and wet just for him. Despite the slick he's met with resistance, so he grabs tightly onto Jungkook's waist and forces himself in with a pop. There's silence for a moment as he savors the feeling of how wet and tight Jungkook's pussy is, can't believe he got first dibs on fucking this delicious cunt.
"Kookie," he starts. The boy's only sniffling a little now. "Kook. I need you to relax for me, yeah? Let alpha in, it'll feel better that way, I promise."
Jungkook nods and tries to relax a little, but it's physically impossible. He's stretched so tight around the fat cock that all his attempts do is squeeze it even further, causing Namjoon to groan. His hips stutter and he thrusts into Jungkook's pussy, admiring the way his walls suck him in. He's the best cunt he's ever gotten.
Jungkook's cries turn into quiet moans as Namjoon pounds into his pussy. "F-feel so good, alpha, feels good in my cunny," he whines.
"Good, baby, you're doing so well. Taking my cock so well. Gonna knot you so good for being good."
Jungkook tightens even more at the praise and mention of a knot. "Wan' knot," he babbles. Namjoon starts to pound into his pussy, his cockhead bruising his cervix. The sounds coming from Jungkook's squelching pussy are absolutely obscene and Namjoon loves it. Jungkook is mindless to the pleasure, clutching onto Namjoon's arms for dear life and his nails are scratching them all over.
Namjoon hooks Jungkook's legs up over his shoulders to drive himself deeper. Jungkook's cervix starts to open up for Namjoon and he's finally able to slam his cock into the boy's tight womb.
"I-in my tummy," Jungkook whines, slick gushing from his hole. "Feel it in my tummy." His hand flies up to his stomach and he presses on Namjoon's cockhead through the bulge of his stomach. It drives Namjoon absolutely insane and he can soon feel his knot beginning to form, tugging lightly at Jungkook's stretched hole. He's going to be Jungkook's first knot—and last, if everything goes according to plan.
Jungkook's whimpers as the fully formed knot catches on his hole before Namjoon thrusts it inside with a groan. A shrill scream leaves Jungkook's mouth—he knows he tore, can feel the way Namjoon's knot is splitting him in half. It hurts him so bad and in contrast, Namjoon is in heaven as he spills his hot cum into Jungkook's womb. Namjoon leans down to suck on the scent gland on one side of his neck before biting down hard. Euphoric shivers run down Jungkook's spine as he cums again and his walls attempt to milk Namjoon's knot for everything he has.
Jungkook's whimpering as Namjoon kisses and licks the side of his face, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear. "Did so well for me," Namjoon whispers. "Took my knot so well. You're such a good boy, letting me put my pups in your cunny."
Jungkook looks up at him, bleary eyed and sniffling. "P-pups?" he questions as he clenches down on the fat knot stuffed inside of him. "Kookie gives you pups?" He can feel Namjoon's cock starting to throb again, releasing another spurt of cum into him and he gasps at the sensation, unknowingly shifting his hips to allow it deeper inside him.
"Gonna get so round and full for me when you're pregnant with my pups, yeah?" Namjoon leans down to kiss him and this time it's soft and sweet, with Jungkook wrapping his legs around Namjoon and moaning quietly into it. Namjoon figures he deserves a little niceness since he's going to be feeling this fucking for days afterwards.
Jungkook is pulled up so that he's sitting upright in Namjoon's lap. The poor boy is lying limp against his chest—he's purely exhausted. His bones feel like jelly, and he's doing all that he can to stay awake.
Seokjin coos at him and brushes the sweaty hair off of his forehead and places a light kiss to it. "How are you feeling, bun?" he asks, and his warm voice makes Jungkook's whole soul melt like putty.
"'M tired," Jungkook mumbles into Namjoon's chest. "'N my cunny is sore. My tummy feels too full," he whines, petulant pout on his face. Seokjin laughs and rubs his back.
"Mmm, Namjoon filled you to the brim, didn't he?"
Namjoon shifts Jungkook up off of his cock a little, testing how much his knot has deflated. "Jin, you don't mind sloppy seconds, right?" he teases. Seokjin rolls his eyes and pats Jungkook on the shoulders.
"Kookie, we're gonna move you now, okay bun?"
Jungkook nods his head as Namjoon lifts him up slowly, his knot being released with a loud pop. The alphas push him onto his hands and knees but he immediately flops down onto his face, cheek pressed into the couch. Jungkook's hole is gaping and the first glob of cum that escapes from his cunny is tinted pink—Namjoon most definitely tore him.
His tum is so bloated, too, hanging heavy with cum beneath him. The amount of cum Namjoon pumped into him makes him look pregnant, giving the two alpha a vision of what he'll look like a few months from now.
Seokjin thumbs at his sore pussy and he whines, attempts to say something but his cheek is pressed into the couch making it impossible to hear whatever he's babbling about.
"Kookie, bun, Seokjin hyung is gonna put his cock in your cunny now."
Jungkook is shaking his head but it doesn't matter anyways, Seokjin is already pushing into his tight heat. Jungkook's own slick and Namjoon's cum made his pussy extra creamy, and Seokjin can already tell he won't last long.
Seokjin's thrusts are slower than Namjoon's and his cock curves up into Jungkook just right, consistently hitting a spot in Jungkook that makes him see stars. Cream oozes from his pussy around Seokjin's cock. There's no friction for either of them, just warmth and Jungkook pants into the seat of the couch.
Seokjin pops his knot before he knows it, groaning as he pumps more cum into the omega. He leans down and bites into Jungkook's other scent gland, licking up the small trickle of blood from the bite. He rubs the sides of Jungkook's swollen tummy, savoring the feeling of how big and soft his belly feels in his hands. Jungkook is already halfway asleep, his eyes are lidded and soft breaths are leaving his lips.
Seokjin shifts his hips after a moment and releases a hot stream of piss into Jungkook's aching cunt. Now, Jungkook has been completely marked from the inside out—there's absolutely no mistaking who he belongs to after this.
As his knot deflates, Seokjin asks Namjoon to hand him the jeweled plug they'd brought. Seokjin carefully slips it inside of Jungkook's pussy. His cunt lips are pink and swollen around the plug, abused from Seokjin's balls smacking against them.
The alphas dress him quickly before sitting back and relaxing for a moment.
"Fuck, that's the best pussy I've had in a while," Namjoon grins, tightening his arm around Jungkook's swollen waist as the omega snuggles into his side. "Jimin was right about his brother—he did not disappoint."
"With this kind of tight virgin pussy around, I'm surprised he and Taehyung didn't fuck him first," Seokjin laughs.
Namjoon hums in agreement. "He's so pliant too—mating him went down easier than I thought it would. Dad's gonna give us hell for not telling him we were bringing him home in advance, though."
"He'll soften up once he actually gets to talk to Jungkook," Seokjin mutters, absentmindedly running his fingers through Jungkook's hair. "Besides, he's not going to turn away the mother of his son's heirs, he's way too sentimental for that. The real problem might be Jungkook's parents, but they're likely to be satisfied if we pay them a bride price."
"Anyways, we have to get home soon, though, tomorrow's the calculus final. You wanna carry him, or should I?"
Seokjin agrees to do it, despite the way he can tell Namjoon is itching to hold the boy. To his credit he doesn't complain—Seokjin is older, his preference comes first anyways. He carries Jungkook bridal style out of the karaoke bar, the sleeping boy nuzzled against his chest. He places him gently in the backseat before driving all of them home.
"Who's that?" the boys' alpha father question the moment they make it through the door.
"Ah, this is our omega, Jungkook," Namjoon answers, and their father sighs.
"You've already mated him? Jesus, boys. This better not get in the way of your school performance," he warns. "You know need to maintain your record until graduation to keep your spot at the university. If this bitch interferes with that in any way, he's out on the street, understand?"
"Got it dad," Namjoon grins before taking Jungkook upstairs to his room. He dresses the omega in one of his old sleep shirts and it swallows him completely. "Cutie," he murmurs as he kisses Jungkook's forehead and tucks him into his bed. Namjoon grabs his backpack and meets Seokjin in his room. His older brother has already cracked open his textbooks for some last minute revision. They're both sure their already stellar grades will do nothing but skyrocket with an omega motivator waiting for them at home.
And as for Jungkook? He settles into his new life nicely. He waddles around in the kitchen to prepare meals for his alphas to take to school, and also for his father in law. His parents are happy he's mated to two decent alphas, and he gets to see his brothers whenever they come over to hang out with Namjoon and Seokjin. He's determined to finish his omega courses at school, whining and complaining that he won't do things right until he finishes. He eventually does complete his program, holding his big belly as he walks across the school lawn to receive his certificate.
He gives birth to a big pup (they're all positive he's Namjoon's) shortly after he moves with his alphas when they go to college. It doesn't take long for Seokjin to get him pregnant again, what with the way they fuck almost every night. Seokjin blames his pussy—if it didn't suck him in perfectly every time, he wouldn't feel the urge to breed him full. By the time Namjoon and Seokjin graduate, they've got four pups out of Jungkook and a fifth on the way. Jungkook wouldn't have it any other way, though—his pups are the best way to show his love to his alphas. His big, happy family with his cool hyungs is more than anything he could have dreamed of. And every year, they take him out for karaoke.