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ALT a black and white moodboard with a textured, rippled background, featuring: jungkook with long hair crouching in boots and looking sultry, namjoon in a soft sweater hunched over and removing his glasses, and an image of a person's arms bound behind their back with shibari. text reads: unfastening, by beebalm & clarz

ALT He practically crawls to the pile. His baji smell like him and Hoseok, like slick, good. He tosses them to the side. His underwear are — they’ll have to be thrown away. He tosses them behind himself, toward the nest. His hanbok — his nose curls involuntarily when he picks it up. He can smell it too, a scent that does not belong here, now. Frantic, he searches the fabric, baring his teeth, until something falls to the ground, landing on one of his feet. An envelope, sealed with a ribbon. His first instinct is to toss it out the door, to shred it with his teeth, to burn it, but he’s lucid enough to remember — Jimin, handing it to him furtively, urging him to read it later. That smirk on his lips. His curiosity wins out over his instincts. His fingers are clumsy on the delicate paper; Hobi’s continued distress from behind him in the nest clouds at the edges of his awareness. But he manages to get it open, only tearing what’s inside a little in his hurry.

ALT To my aegi Jungkookie A Glossary of Helpful Sex Terminology By your favorite hyung and alpha Park Jimin! Have fun exploring with Hoshikie-hyung... come talk to your Jimin-hyung if you have questions, but if you’re too shy there are always a few books in the privacy hanok. Wink wink! Jungkook scowls. He can feel Jimin’s smirk from here. The urge to tear it up again and eat it rises up. But Jungkook is so strong and in control of himself and also he desperately wants to know what it says. The first item on the list is cunnilingus. Jungkook squints. Reads it several times. Pouts. He doesn’t know what that is. Stupid Park Jimin and his stupid sexual experience. He stomps over to the cabinet in the corner, rifling through its contents until he finds a slim volume with a very explicit line drawing on the front. He’s already sweaty, flushed, more than half hard, but now he’s more of all those things.

ALT Behind him, Hobi whines. “Honeybee, come here. What are you doing? You don’t read!” “Wait a minute,” Jungkook whines back. He flips through the book, brows furrowed. Finally, snarling, he finds the page in question, peers between the book and the note in his hand to make sure it’s the same word — cunni-whateveritwas. It is. “Oh,” he breathes. The page is helpfully illustrated, and he skips the words entirely in favor of the picture, an alpha with their head between an omega’s legs, diagrams of omega anatomy, a tongue with lots of helpful or maybe confusing arrows. Jungkook stands straighter, puffs his chest out. Preens. He knows what that is! He scoffs. As if Jimin would think he didn’t know. Jungkook eats his mate out very well like a good alpha, thank you. He makes a mental note to tell Jimin later. He doesn’t need his stupid sex list.