Red for aversion.
Pink for appreciation.
Purple for affection.
And Jm’s latest masterpiece is adorned with the most vibrant shade of purple Jk has ever seen.
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Jm has gone from aggressively scenting to furiously humping his thigh. Jk’s cock is painfully erect in his trousers, neglected by the omega’s untrained, inexperienced, and erratic thrusts. The smell of slick, even sweeter than Jm’s normal scent, fills the room.
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It’s when Jm’s moans start sounding like whines that Jk regains his composure. He yanks Jm away from his body and searches his face. “What’s going on?”
Jm looks confused and terrified. To Jk’s trained gaze, the confusion seems to be stemming from Jm’s own reaction to his scent.
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The omega doesn’t look ashamed, just confused. And that, in turn, confuses the hell out of Jk. No sane person would do /anything/ that Jm has been doing.
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He has not once made conversation with Jk, not once felt expressed apprehension for having a stranger in his house, and has /jumped/ said stranger at the first hint of alpha pheromones.
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Jk tries putting the pieces together and starts questioning if the tales questioning Jm’s sanity were true after all. “Jimin?” he whispers with trepidation and the blond visibly flinches hearing his own name.
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Jm retreats and his back collides with the stool and the entire painting set-up goes crashing down.
The crash sends a bunch of paintings floating around and despite a hurricane of thoughts in his head, he can’t stop himself from snatching a few pieces of paper.
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At first, they seem like random art displaying everyday things. But the longer Jk stares, the more sense it starts making. There’s a white horse in several paintings drawn with delicate strokes, always surrounded by purple hues. The affection is apparent.
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There are foxes drawn in a few with rough edges, a hue of bright red surrounding them. There’s food and books and children and even a painting of art itself with shades of pink and purple hues surrounding the main object.
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Jk gasps when the pattern clicks. The lack of conversation and human mannerisms seem to make sense when he puts it all in context. Being locked away and alone for over two decades has robbed Jm of his ability to speak, earning him a master skill in return.
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If Jk is reading the omega right, Jm expresses himself through his paintings. The realization makes his alpha roar in pride and his heart picks up speed. Suddenly, he doesn’t mind being painted without consent. Because to Jm, colors are emotions.
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I hope you are liking it so far! Part two tomorrow! Until then, I would love love love to hear from you :)
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Jk discovers very quickly that Jm is not the sweet, little ball of innocence that he expected him to be. He also discovers that the omega is nothing like anything or anybody he has ever seen.
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Years of isolation may have made the omega alien to society. But for Jk, the lack of filter in Jm’s expressions, the sheer transparency of his intentions, and the absence of etiquettes in his actions are filling a hole in his heart that his ostentatious world left gaping.
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After their chaotic first interaction, Jm quickly vanished into the depths of the castle. Jk didn’t know what to expect, so he started contemplating leaving the omega alone and finding another place for the next few days. But the purple hues in Jm’s painting made him want to stay
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At least until Jm returns and makes it clear that he wants Jk to leave. Jk was loitering around the backyard when Jm came back with an assortment of mouthwatering food. He had his hands full with baskets of peaches, cookies, a blueberry pie, and some savory snacks.
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In tow, a fluffy pomeranian padded to the awning holding a basket of freshly baked bread in his mouth. Given the dog’s little size, the food was definitely for three. Jk felt like was in an alternate reality where he has a cozy little home in the woods and +
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+a loving family that he could dote on.
The backyard was a stark contrast to Jm’s room. Colorful flowers bloomed in every corner and the furniture consisting of a small coffee table and two chairs were painted bright blue and yellow, clearly a work of Jk’s favorite artist
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It seemed like this was the spot in the castle where Jm’s personality came to life. Jk stood there frozen, mouth hanging open, unsure of what he is supposed to do or how he is supposed to act.
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It took a /tiny/ hand wrapping around his wrist and fiercely lugging him into the chair and a dog as adorably shameless as his owner settling into his lap for Jk to realize that he never had a choice. Jm had made a decision and Jk was but a mere mortal, so he followed.
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That was a week ago. Now, as Jk’s head lols to the side in pleasure as he lets the omega explore his basal instincts, he realizes what a little minx Jm really is. /His/ little minx, his alpha growls. Jk feels like he is being subjected to absolute torture, but /gods/ it's sweet.
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Jm is perched on his lap, his ass perfectly slotted right above Jk’s raging boner as the omega licks and sucks over the alpha’s scent gland. Jk’s knuckles have turned white with how tightly he is clutching at the pillows, willing himself to not hump into Jm like a rogue wolf.
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But as much Jm is separated from those, Jk does have human morals. And he cannot take advantage of an omega who probably hasn’t been taught about the birds and the bees. Considering how Jm has only now discovered scenting and is absolutely obsessed with it +
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+ it is safe to assume that Jm doesn’t understand a great deal about his own biology, with no one to teach him. Even still, Jk holds no sympathy for his little minx of a prince, because Jm takes what he wants from him without any shame.
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If someone from back home would see Jk like this, completely resigned to an omega’s whims, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. Because Alpha Jk doesn’t resign. He’s the undefeated warrior in the royal army of Mira. He’s never bent or bowed except to the King.
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But Jm has learned to call him /Alpha/ and Jk does not have the divine powers to resist that kind of emotional manipulation. Any hour of the day Jm calls out to him in his heavenly voice and Jk bends down to offer his neck, letting the omega scent him for as long as he likes.
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Over the last 7 days, Jk has learned that Jm can fairly understand him if he speaks in slow, clear words. He has learned that Jm hums to himself almost all the time when he is busy doing chores and that he has special tunes that he sings to his horse to make it neigh in delight.
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He has learned that Jm has created a symbiotic relationship with a nearby tribe of traditional wolves who provide him with some basic necessities, repairing, and maintenance services while Jm weaves them gold-spun clothes and garments using gold from his enormous treasure chest.
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Jk learns that Jm makes clothes like a maestro. He learns that Jm is probably a prodigy at every single thing that can be learned by oneself. He would be a renowned scholar if the King would have let him spread his wings in the safety and comfort of their kingdom.
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But Jm didn’t have that fortune, so Jk lets him use him as a personal experiment. He tells Jm what everything is called when the omega excitedly points out random things. He sits still for hours when inspiration strikes and Jm wants to paint the alpha like his life depends on it.
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Jk lets the omega clinically touch him when he can't get certain details right for his painting and controls his urge to remove every piece of fabric between the two. Jk also lets the omega intimately touch him when the scenting wears out and Jm seeks comfort in the alpha’s arms.
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When Jm’s own body starts reacting to their intimacy, Jk soothes him. Every single cell in Jk’s body screams at him to throw human morals away and let his alpha take over. His alpha thrashes in his chest to let him take the omega he identifies as his mate.
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Jk’s willpower is basically tested on a daily basis, and he feels like he might /actually/ die of blue balls if he kept trying to keep his knot from popping when Jm uses his body as he pleases. Turns out his body can only withstand 7 days of such torture before all goes to shit.
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Jk is trying to think of cute things, like the pomeranian that they together named ‘muffin’ and the horse Jm still calls ‘neigh’. It doesn’t work because each time his mind supplies him with images of Jm being cute with his pets instead, and he just feels like eating him up.
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Then, Jk tries to think of ugly, bad things. Like the tribal wolf who came over with a weekly supply of flour the other day. It doesn’t work either because Jk only gets worked up further, remembering how the wolf’s eyes lingered a few seconds too long on his omega.
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/Big/ mistake. Jk’s alpha suddenly feels hyper-possessive of his little minx and starts scenting Jm back. Their hormones snowball quickly, suffocating the room with their pheromones. It’s simultaneously the most heavenly and sinful combination of scents Jk has ever experienced.
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Jk thinks he is in control, that is until Jm’s grinding becomes erratic and he comes. To the alpha’s complete bliss and horror, Jm also /squirts/, drenching his own pants and the alpha’s in the process.
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A heady mixture of cum and slick coating Jk’s angry cock under his boxers tips him over the edge.
And just like that, the inevitable happens.
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Jk pops a knot and Jm is sitting right on top of it.
Jk sees the exact moment Jm stills and realizes something is wrong, something is /different/.
The alpha stares wide-eyed in distress because there’s only one way how this can play out.
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If there is one thing about Jm, it’s that he is /obsessively/ curious about the things he doesn’t know.
And Jm doesn’t know what a knot is.
Jk huffs loudly and kisses Jm’s head, who is busy staring at the /abnormally/ swollen /thing/ under Jk’s pants.
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