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minjoonseok | 1.6k words | non-traditional omegaverse dynamic, pining, scenting

Hoseok sighs as he walks off the plane, running a hand through his hair. There’s a familiar giggle behind him seconds before Jimin slings an arm around his shoulder. Hoseok playfully groans out loud while he panics internally at the touch.

“Hoseok-hyung,” Jimin sing-songs, leaning more closely than he needs to, his lips close to Hoseok’s ear. A wave of his white agarwood scent drifts under Hoseok’s nose with the movement.

Hoseok suppresses to shiver, and manages a hum.

“What are we doing first?”

Hoseok chokes on his answer when an arm slides around his waist, followed by a much deeper chuckle, and Hoseok’s inner alpha stirs as Namjoon’s sugared tangelo scent blankets him.

“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon says while squeezing Hoseok’s hip, “We’re going to the hotel first before anything else. Seok said that before our plane took off.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, alpha,” Jimin replies, voice turning sweet with his scent.

Namjoon’s grip around Hoseok’s waist tightens at his boyfriend’s calling of his rank, and his scent shifts. Hoseok might cry.

“I was really tired when we left this morning,” Jimin continues, white agarwood thick and joining Namjoon’s scent to blanket Hoseok. “So I definitely forgot.”

“It’s okay, Min-ah,” Hoseok rushes to say, slipping out of both their arms before his inner alpha makes him do something they’ll all regret.

A part of him swears that both their scents wilt when he does, but there’s no way they’re disappointed that he’s not between them. Not when they easily fold into each other, Namjoon sliding the same arm around Jimin’s toned waist and Jimin leaning into his hold. He averts his eyes when said alpha leans up to brush his nose under Namjoon’s jaw, and frowns internally at his inner alpha’s urge to do the same to both of them.

“Let’s go get our bags,” he finally says after giving them a moment. He misses the pout Namjoon gives to Jimin, and the way Jimin swipes his thumb across Namjoon’s wrist to comfort both himself and his alpha.

“Okay, hyung,” Jimin calls.

Hoseok glances over his shoulder to see both alphas waiting expectantly and, after taking a moment to mentally prepare himself, offers his hands for them to take. The smiles that bloom on both their faces are worth any internal panic, Namjoon’s dimples pressing in on his cheeks, the silver of his piercings glinting from them.

Both alphas are practically vibrating with excitement as the three of them make their way down to the area where they can collect their checked bags. Hoseok listens to them, endeared as always, but also keeps an eye out for their things and any threats.

Their bags finally appear, and Hoseok lets go of the other two’s hands to lift them off the conveyor belt once they’re close enough. He tries not to miss the touch, and just how right it felt to do hold them. Instead, he gently gives them their bags before taking his, and leads them out of the airport to where the taxis are.