Thread by @nonbinaryjimin, jinmin a/b/o au in which alpha seokjin and omega jimin have known [...]

jinmin a/b/o au in which alpha seokjin and omega jimin have known each other for years since they were pups but over the years, they've gotten distant

seokjin's hurt because jimin wrinkles his nose up at seokjin's scent all the time

jimin has had several bad experiences with alphas and really absolutely does not like them. he keeps away from them including seokjin. he's an omega rights activist, and he's very assertive abt what he stands for.

seokjin has seen jimin marching with other omegas during protests

alphas and betas aren't allowed to join the omega club on campus or be part of the marches but what they are allowed to do is attend occasional meetings and seokjin quietly attends all of them because he believes in their work

he's afraid jimin will think he's being a frequent attendee to look like a woke alpha or to impress an omega member so he often ducks in quietly, and hangs at the back, wearing a mask with his cap pulled down low, so jimin won't catch wind of his scent or his general presence

jimin also uploads videos of himself ranting on video streaming platforms! seokjin's watched every single one of them, from the rant on how heat suppressants should be free to fake-woke alphas and betas! he loves jimin's fiery spirit and the way he is snarky!

but ultimately, at the end of the day, one thing really hurts, and it's irrational and unfair of seokjin to be upset about it, he knows that, but he still can't help himself:

jimin absolutely does not like seokjin's scent.

it sucks. if they're both in line at the coffee shop on campus, jimin gives him an eyebrow raise, his features settle into ice and he wrinkles his nose up like there's something nasty-smelling in the room.

he'll nod, stiff and polite, say, "hello seokjin," very pointedly.

it's been "seokjin" for a long time now, actually. jimin hasn't called him "hyung" in ages. seokjin knows why he's doing it.

there's an older omega, yoongi, who jimin hangs out with, and seokjin has heard jimin address yoongi with "hyung" very sweetly and all the time.

the first time jimin switched from "hyung" to "seokjin," he did it with a challenging look in his eyes. like he was expecting seokjin to make a characteristic alpha fuss about it, remark on the deliberate discarding of honorifics.

so seokjin has been casual and chill about it.

he has watched jimin's rant about alpha seniors and professors on campus, on how vulnerable younger omegas are preyed on and taken advantage of by both groups, and for all of these reasons and more, seokjin gets why jimin has 100% iced him out.

it doesn't make their distance hurt any less, knowing that though. in fact, it hurts even more.

seokjin knew jimin as the clumsy little pup who lived next door. their parents were friends and so seokjin was stuck entertaining little pup jimin a lot in those days.

back then, jimin would follow seokjin around, if they had house parties. he had no problem with it, and actually, he really enjoyed holding jimin's little paw, and entertaining the constant barrage of questions jimin would fire at him.

even back then, jimin was clever and sharp, leveling seokjin with fond eye-rolls whenever he made bad puns and jokes. but he would laugh and still reach out for hugs. he rub his cheek against seokjin's arm and he'd ask seokjin to scent him a lot.

this was before they presented.

then seokjin's parents split up. seokjin had to move with his omega father and he presented as an alpha, scared, nervous and confused, figuring it all by himself. his omega father had absolutely no idea how to help him out.

so he'd shut himself up in his room and dealt with his painful ruts all by himself, scared to unleash any unhinged, immature aggression on anyone least of all his omega father.

those had been hard years.

to seokjin's surprise however, his parents ended up getting back together. they had needed some time apart, that was all, it wasn't a formal split. soon, seokjin was back to seeing his alpha mother regularly again, back to his old house.

but by then, jimin had changed.

he hadn't presented then, not just yet. but seokjin noticed how jimin had changed not just around him but also around his alpha father. he wasn't being clingy and affectionate with him either.

he asked his mother about it once. she shrugged helplessly.

"we don't know."

as far as seokjin has known, there is no underlying trauma that led to jimin's alpha aversion. none at all.

someone actually asked jimin once about it during a q&a session, and he'd sneered, and rolled his eyes.

"do i need to have trauma to have strong opinions?"

seokjin had blinked at that. he felt called out about that. in his own mind, seokjin had assumed that all these omega rights activists on campus had some underlying alpha-related trauma.

"i've had bad experiences," jimin said. "but no, i don't have any trauma."

he ranted then about how annoying it was that in order for his activism to be validated and affirmed, he had to have trauma related to alphas. no, he didn't have any traumatic experiences. he just began reading and thinking about omega rights when he was a pup.

he cared.

it's a common sight to see jimin walking around campus with yoongi, handing out flyers and holding a donation box.

seokjin freezes whenever he sees jimin heading his way, and usually grabs his beta friend, namjoon's hand, steering him in the opposite direction.

"hyung! i wanna donate to them—"

"you can do it online through their page," seokjin always says lightly, even though his hands tremble. he finally admits to it once after namjoon badgers him about why he avoids them. "jimin, he's, he's my family friend. he doesn't like me."

namjoon stares at him, suspicious, and seokjin puts his head in his hands, with a groan.

"i didn't do anything to him," he says desperately. "i didn't, joonie. i swear. he doesn't like my scent and he always makes a nasty face," he admits, feeling deep shame course through him.

maybe it's a stupid alpha thing that seokjin has internalized, as many alpha things tend to be, but this one he absolutely can't unlearn. alphas tend to be proud of how strong and pleasant their scents are to omegas they want to woo and court.

it's unfortunate. he likes jimin.

if jimin was any other omega, seokjin would have already gathered all his courage, shyly stepped up to jimin with a bouquet of flowers, and asked for permission to court him.

but jimin would absolutely turn him down so obviously seokjin isn't going to do that.

it's just something seokjin wants so badly above anything else.

he foolishly wants jimin to find his scent attractive and desirable despite everything. he wants to woo jimin because he deserves to have it if that's what he wants.

he'd love to be jimin's alpha.

there's a glint in namjoon's eyes.

"so do you think he finds your scent repulsive?" namjoon asks slowly.

seokjin gives him an exasperated look. "he makes a face every single time he's in close proximity with me," he says, irritated. "of course, he hates me."

namjoon laughs.

"there's no way he hates your scent," namjoon says, very decisive. "no way."

seokjin stares at him. "what do you mean?" he asks slowly.

"you have a lovely scent," namjoon says, kind and gentle, and that makes seokjin's eyes brim with tears.

alphas are not encouraged to ask for validation about their scents. but it's such a huge part of being a wolf, and seokjin craves that validation all the time.

"mm," namjoon hums, and he draws in to sniff at seokjin's neck, where his scent gland. highly conscious, seokjin shrinks in on himself, feeling weirdly needy.

"uhm," seokjin lets out. "joonie. will you—will you please—scent me, please?"

"of course," namjoon says, and his touch is gentle, the way his fingers grab fistfuls of the sleeves of seokjin's yellow sweater, and seokjin breathes in harshly as someone, someone other than his parents and jimin from ages ago, draws in deep lungfuls of his lily scent.

"don't linger too long," he mumbles, feeling bad, thinking of jimin's facial expression like his scent was poison."you might grow to hate it," he says, trying to sound joking, sounding anything but.

"don't put yourself down," namjoon says, his voice muffled in seokjin's neck.

seokjin flails a little as his friend keeps him firmly in place and scents him thoroughly. he sighs and grows pliant in namjoon's embrace.

it's nice to be touched. to have this connection, to have intimacy.

seokjin needed this so very badly.

namjoon sits him down after, and seokjin scents his friend too, inhaling namjoon's peach scent like it's oxygen. afterwards, they get so much closer and seokjin becomes okay with namjoon sticking his hand in seokjin's arm, linking their arms together.

with namjoon's encouragement, seokjin decides to stop being covert about his support for jimin and the other omega rights activists on campus.

"even if you gain nothing from it," namjoon says. "silence is violence. so let's be obvious about supporting them, hyung."

that makes seokjin feel even more ashamed of himself and being so silent about supporting jimin.

all this time, he kept his silence because his inner alpha was humiliated by the fact that jimin would reject him as a potential mate. he donated and supported in silence.

but while seokjin donated and supported in silence, he was still benefitting from his alpha status on campus. he is not being targeted the way omegas are by professors and alpha seniors. he does not have to worry about safety or having access to cheap medication for his rut.

the more seokjin thinks about it, the more he realizes he only thought that he was with the struggle.

but actually, he wasn't.

not in the real way that counts.

by speaking out himself.

this isn't about his humiliated and hurt feelings for jimin, his childhood omega friend, that has no interest in him as a potential mate.

this isn't about one beautiful omega that isn't interested in him.

this is about equal rights for all omegas.

all of them.

seokjin thinks and thinks and thinks about all of that, long and hard. he works even more that weekend with namjoon, and they decide that they are going to do their bit on campus too.

it can't only be omegas speaking up for themselves. alphas and betas have to join them too.

so they show up tp campus the next week, with a huge poster declaring their support and information about the omega rights activists, and what they are doing.

other alphas pause, jeer at seokjin. one of them spits on the ground beside him.

they get called slurs for omegas.

jimin passes by, and he doesn't pay a single ounce of attention to both of them. he nudges yoongi instead, and yoongi gives seokjin and namjoon a mocking look.

they breeze past without a word.

seokjin expects to feel hurt or sadness. he feels neither.

he's realized something, it doesn't matter what jimin thinks of what he's doing. what truly matters is that seokjin doesn't flake out.

what matters is that seokjin keeps regularly doing it.

dogged persistence matters. not his alpha feelings.

so seokjin and namjoon show up on campus the next day, still holding the poster. two alphas pass by in the afternoon, and one of them sneers at it.

"do you two want to be omegas that bad?"

the other alpha gives his friend a look of unease.

seokjin says, his tone playful, "being an omega isn't a bad thing so that isn't an insult to me."

the alpha is furious, he steps up with coiled fists and gets in seokjin's face. his friend pulls him away.

"you should watch yourself," he says.

seokjin shoots him finger guns.

his face, ears and neck flush in embarrassment when he sees that jimin and yoongi are both nearby. they caught that whole spectacle.

jimin has an appraising look on his face. his sharp eyes assess seokjin's flustered appearance, cool and critical.

they pass by in silence.

the alpha friend who looked uneasy comes back, with a large grin on his face.

"hey," he says, and nods to seokjin and namjoon. "im jungkook. so im not friends with that bigot anymore and your poster art sucks. i need new friends and you need an artist. deal?"

seokjin splutters in indignation. "uhm how DARE you? we spent all weekend working on this poster!"

meanwhile, namjoon puts an arm around jungkook's shoulder, looking relieved. "hey jungkook, yeah we both suck at art. please help us out entirely for free."

the betrayal...

so that's how jungkook joins them. he puts his whole heart into making beautiful and intricate "a+b for o" / "fight for all omegas not just YOUR omega" support posters. they become close friends, and jungkook is very physically strong so that helps when alphas get aggressive.

more alphas and betas join them. two sweet and friendly betas dating each other, taehyung and hoseok, join in, as well, and soon enough, they have enough people to make a club.

seokjin gets interviewed by the campus newspaper about what he's doing.

one day, eventually, jimin steps up to seokjin while they're out protesting and chanting slogans on campus.

his arms are folded across his chest, and there's frost in his eyes.

he's coldly furious.

"what are you doing, seokjin?" jimin asks, his voice sweet and clear, but his tone is a knife.

seokjin swallows hard. "trying to help," he says quietly. "in whatever capacity possible."

jimin gives him a withering look.

"and what is the real reason you are doing all of this?" jimin asks, his voice still deliberately soft and sweet, but poisonous. "which omega are you trying to impress? how long is this elaborate courting ritual of yours going to last?"

seokjin takes a deep breath.

"i'm not trying to impress any omega," seokjin says thickly. "that's not what this is about. namjoon and i wouldn't have managed to get all these alphas and betas to organize if that's what was going on."

jimin scoffs, and gives him an unimpressed look.

"we are /not/ opening up our membership to alphas and betas," jimin says slowly. "if that's what you all are secretly hoping will happen."

seokjin nods. "we get it. can we raise money and donate to your club?"

jimin rolls his eyes. but he nods.

"enjoy the press attention," he calls out his shoulder. "not once have they bothered to interview me. interesting how they care abt omega rights when an alpha speaks up. my oh my. funny how you would know more about that than me. it's like my lived experience doesnt matter, hm?"

months ago, seokjin would have taken jimin's words to heart, like they were a personal affront.

but jimin didn't attack seokjin's personal character. he merely questioned seokjin's intentions and pointed out his privilege.

they have to work harder. this can't be a phase.

so he works hard to make sure it's not a phase. namjoon begs the stuffy campus journalists to interview jimin and yoongi, and photograph the omega rights activists during a march. they fight even harder to get the university to provide heat suppressants for free.

it takes a lot of time and strong-arming. it's exhausting and change doesn't happen in a day.

a revolution doesn't happen in days. it takes months upon months worth of organizing. it is slow and painful and tiring.

but they all keep at it because they believe in it.

jimin gets interviewed eventually, by the end of the year. the whole newspaper is just about the omega rights activists. every single page features key parts of their struggle.

seokjin reads it diligently, saving jimin's interview for last, while sipping an iced Americano.

one question and jimin's answer to it makes seokjin's heart beat faster in his chest.

"are you aware of what kim seokjin has been doing on campus with the ab4o club?"

jimin: "... yes i'm aware. [laughs] i suppose it's to be expected, jin-hyung is my family friend. he's great."

seokjin reads that again and again and again. his face, neck, ears, the front of his chest feel like they're on fire.

"he's great."

he's great? jimin thinks he's great!?

"hyung! hyung? hyung, did you see the newspaper, park jimin mentioned you! he acknowledged your family connection! hyung!? oh my god, hyung are you okay?"

namjoon is laughing his ass off. seokjin fans his face with the folded-up newspaper, embarassed about his tomato aesthetic.

"i'm fine," he squeaks out. his eyes fill up with tears. "he called me jin-hyung, joonie... it's been so long since he called me that."

namjoon pets seokjin's head, gentle and fond.

"it's because you earned his respect," namjoon says affectionately.

but regardless of whether he's earned jimin's respect for him or not, the struggle must go on. it feels nice, that jimin has extended an olive branch. shown some acknowledgement.

but the struggle has grown important to seokjin all by itself now. he now knows he's in it for life.

he takes his chance either way and decides to be brave, keep being brave. so he prepares some food, packs it and takes it to jimin's house. jimin's alpha dad is thrilled to see seokjin, and thanks him for the food. he invites seokjin to come in and say hi to jimin.

"it's fine," seokjin says hurriedly, flailing his hands awkwardly. he bows deeply, and says, "hope you enjoy the food."

jimin's dad studies him in silence. "i heard about what you're doing on campus. jiminnie talked to me about it."

seokjin's eyes widen.

"he—he did?"

jimin's dad nods. "he's very proud of you and what you're doing. he's been scolding me at the dinner table for the past month. appa, you have no excuse just because you're old. jin-hyung is being so brave and cool with his marches!"

seokjin Blushes hard.

there's a twinkle in jimin's dad's eyes.

"my son is fiery, he got it from me," he says, with a smirk. "he's proud, and he's stubborn. but he has a lot of love and affection underneath it all. he does," he emphasized, giving seokjin a meaningful look.

seokjin doesn't know what to say. he bows some more, his mind whirring at the speed of light, trying not to read too much into jimin's dad's words.

surely, there's nothing there. nothing at all.

a few days later, jimin knocks on seokjin's door. when seokjin opens the door, he freezes.

jimin looks cold, even in his loose sweater and denims. he's shivering, and there's a stormy intensity to his eyes.

"hyung," jimin says, and seokjin stares in astonishment, as the apples of his cheeks turn a splotchy pink. "hyung. we need to talk."

seokjin blinks, and jimin turns even pinker.

"i—i want to talk to you," jimin murmurs, averting his gaze.

"right now?" seokjin asks, and jimin laughs, half-amused, half-despairing.

"right now," he says. "at the local playground. we must talk. i'll go out of my mind if we don't."

seokjin grabs the wrap on the couch and stumbles out in a pair of slides. jimin laughs, sweetly.

seokjin treasures that lovely sound of jimin's laughter. it hasn't been directed at him in a long, long time.

they walk in silence, till jimin speaks up.

"not much has changed around here."

"not much continues to not change," seokjin replies.

jimin looks up sharply at that, and then gives him a stilted nod.

"yeah," jimin says, huffing out some bitter laughter. "isn't that so true?"

"yeah."

they both climb one of the hills overlooking the playground and sit down.

jimin still looks so cold. seokjin says, "jiminnie, take my sweater. you're freezing."

he regrets the minute he says that because jimin gives him an appraising look. his caramel scent is sweet, so sweet.

"im not trying to impose my scent on you," seokjin says, with a heavy sigh. "i just wanted to make sure you're not cold."

right, yeah. jimin doesn't like his scent.

jimin shakes his head. "no, you're cold too, hyung," he says. "it's fine."

seokjin nods, and feels awkward. he does his best not to look at the lovely, long line of jimin's neck, the generous give of his full, pink mouth. the way his eyes are always so sharply pretty, but right now, they're soft, just soft and pensive.

beautiful, jimin's beautiful.

"you know right," jimin says slowly, after a while. "that our parents secretly wanted us to mate. ever since we were pups."

seokjin nods. "yeah," he says, his chest feeling tight. "i know."

jimin snorts. "i hated that so much."

"i didn't hear much of it," seokjin admits. "i imagine you did though. it was weird and gross of them, already matchmaking your pups. i always told my parents to stop making tasteless jokes about it."

jimin nods, with a grimace. "yeah," he says. "like—like we were inevitable."

seokjin heaves out a sigh. "yeah," he says. "i—i'm sorry. i never wanted to put any pressure like that on you ever."

jimin gives him a strictly neutral look at that.

"i'm sorry," jimin suddenly says. "that's why i stopped being friendly with you. i—i was frustrated with our parents, and i was pissed off. i iced you out because i didn't want our parents or you forcing me into a mateship. i'm sorry, you always were a good friend."

seokjin shakes his head. "don't apologize," he says quietly. "you were protecting yourself. i get it."

jimin flashes him a grateful look.

"there's just one thing," seokjin forces himself to get out. "just one thing i'd like to know."

jimin raises a brow. "what is it?"

"do—do you not—"

seokjin struggles, and he nearly stops breathing, when small fingers fall on top of his hand, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

"ask me," jimin murmurs, his voice gentle and kind. "what is it, hyung?"

"is my scent repulsive to u?"

jimin stills. seokjin feels like crying, bursting into tears at the frozen expression on his face. he makes to get up, feeling far too fragile.

he doesn't want to know. he'll break if jimin says yes. his heart will break, his heart will shatter.

"no," jimin says. his cheeks are ruddy pink, he looks embarrassed and /shy./

"you're just saying that to appease me, you must know i have strong feelings for you," seokjin rushes out, wiping at his face with the back of his hands. god, he can't bear to look at jimin.

suddenly, his hands are in jimin's own. suddenly, jimin's warm body is in his lap, suddenly, jimin's lips are pressed to his cheek, warm, tender and lingering.

"cold," jimin murmurs. "hyung, your hands are cold."

seokjin trembles as jimin kisses the backs of them.

"i never found your scent repulsive," jimin whispers, and seokjin sniffles, when jimin's cold little nose digs into the hollow of his neck. "hyung, use your nose, come on now. tell me what you smell."

seokjin inhales deep the scent of caramel. it's rich, so rich and sweet.

jimin whimpers in mortification when seokjin lets out a growl, feral and deep, in response to jimin's obvious arousal, hanging thick in the air between them. his hands grip tighter onto jimin's hips, and seokjin hopes he never has to let go.

"you make me slick so easy, hyung."

"i love—i love you," seokjin gasps out, devoted and in bliss. "i adore you."

jimin's breathing hitches, and his fingers find their way into seokjin's hair, and he tugs lightly.

"hyung, i want to trust you," jimin whispers. "i adore you too."

"i'll do anything to gain your trust," seokjin mumbles. "let me in, baby. please."

he panics, maybe he shouldn't have used that endearments, it just slipped, he's so soft for jimin right now.

jimin only clutches onto him tighter, his breath hitching in response.

"okay, okay, i will," jimin says, in a rush, and he groans, and seokjin can't take it anymore, he yanks jimin's head lightly back with a tug on his hair and smashes their mouths together. it's hungry, and sloppy, gaspy and spitty and jimin cups his cheeks, eager and needy.

"love you—always loved you," jimin groans as seokjin noses at his neck, possessively scenting him. "hated—hated that i only ever wanted you, hated myself for being such an /omega/ but realized i was—i was hating myself so much. please, please make me feel good, please."

seokjin doesn't want to do this here, out on a playground, in the cold. he gentles his kisses, and the onslaught of his love, and jimin's rocking in his lap grows less frantic till it eventually stops.

he sighs, and laughs and seokjin laughs with him.

they're happy.

"there's nothing typical or inevitable about us," seokjin says, watching jimin as he devotedly pets and plays with seokjin's bangs. "seriously."

jimin takes a deep shuddering breath at that. "i know," he replies, distraught. "i know. i should have known."

"you can have—you're allowed to have what you want," seokjin says. his ears get even redder. "you're allowed to have me if that's what you want."

seokjin laughs at the suggestive look on jimin's face in response, and groans because jimin's ass is right on top of his knot.

"please don't," jimin groans, as he presses their foreheads together. "stop, please stop. we should probably stop or i'll ask you to mate, knot me without protection and beg you to breed me. all of that archaic shit. stop talking or i'll be irresponsible."

seokjin Combusts.

jimin laughs at the look on seokjin's face. "fuck the trust-building," he says, with a grin. "let's fuck."

"okay, absolutely not," seokjin says, and hefts jimin out of his lap. "come on. we're walking home. you can hold my hand."

jimin gives the tented front of seokjin's pants a lewd, hungry look. "can i hold something else of yours as we walk home?"

god, he's a menace. an absolute little menace. awful, just awful.

"no," seokjin squawks, fake-indignant and happy and horny.

they hold hands, and stop a lot to exchange sweet kisses. jimin trembles with unbridled desire and smells sweet, so very sweet.

seokjin's heart is full to the brim with love and affection and desire.

"i should feel guilty," jimin says, at his doorstep. "but all i feel is really good and great."

"i'm glad," seokjin says. he runs his palms, slow, sensual and tender over jimin's scent glands, and smiles at the way jimin's eyes fall shut as he shivers and shakes. "i respect u."

jimin falls back into his arms, and sighs, pliant and loving.

"i know that," jimin says. "now i know that. it's why i couldn't fight it any longer. i want you."

they kiss again, several long moments till seokjin is thoroughly satisfied with the sight of jimin's swollen mouth, that he has kissed and scented his little fiery omega very well.

they'll do everything together. whatever jimin wants, they'll do all of it.

jimin is ashamed of how he is secretly a sap for all of it—getting courted, wooed, mated and knotted all the time. he wants all of it, and seokjin does everything.

they continue their activism on campus, and several ppl try to invalidate jimin's activism because he's mated now.

but there are always going to be bigots. and seokjin continues his own activism, because it's grown beyond him and jimin for himself now.

they can love each other and they can still fight for what's right.

and they do exactly that.

♡

well, that's done. it's all obviously a big metaphor for many topical things, i hope you will all take heart from it, because it stands for what i have always believed in: love and revolutionary optimism!