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The document is a chapter from an ongoing fan fiction story about two characters: 28-year-old omega Jimin, a single father, who is frustrated by his lack of satisfying relationships; and 21-year-old alpha Jungkook, a college fraternity member engaged in a competition to have sex with the most omegas. In the chapter, Jimin complains to his friends about his sex life, and they plan a night out to find him an alpha. Meanwhile, Jungkook discusses the competition with his friend Taehyung, who disapproves, as Jungkook insists it is just for fun.

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Hotter Than Hell

by kinkmins

Category: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS

Genre: Age Difference, Alpha Jeon Jungkook, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anal Fingering,
Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Bottom Park Jimin (BTS), Breeding Kink, Come Eating, Daddy Kink, Dom
Jeon Jungkook, Dom/sub Undertones, Fluff and Smut, Friends With Benefits, Intercrural Sex,
Knotting, Light Angst, M/M, Masturbation, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mpreg, Omega Park Jimin,
Pregnancy Kink, Rimming, Scenting, Shower Sex, Single Parent Park Jimin, Sub Park Jimin
(BTS), Top Jeon Jungkook
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2018-12-08
Updated: 2019-07-27
Packaged: 2019-09-14 11:09:10
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 10
Words: 153,370
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16911792
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kinkmins/pseuds/kinkmins
Summary: “God, I’d love to take you somewhere private and put you in your place right now,”
the alpha looks at Jimin like he’s in awe.Jimin’s skin heats up the minute those words leave the
alpha’s mouth. He’d love that too. He’d love for him to show him who’s in charge, to fuck him
hard until he cries and forgets about anything else that isn’t this alpha’s cock.“Do you think I’d let
you?”“I think I’d make you feel so good you wouldn’t have a choice but to keep that pretty little
mouth shut.”“I’m not a very docile omega, you know.”“I’ll teach you how to be docile,
sweetheart.”Or, 28-year-old omega Jimin, father of one, can’t find an alpha good enough to
satisfy him until he meets 21-year-old alpha frat boy Jungkook.

1. Chapter 1
**Author's Note:**

> Hello! This fic was originally a [text

au](https://twitter.com/kinkmins/status/1055471706985426946). I think the story deserves to be
fully written because there's a lot to it so I decided to start over and post it here. It's going to be
pretty long. I really hope you guys like it!

“I’m just gonna stay single forever,” Jimin sighs as he sinks into Seokjin’s couch.

Seokjin is too busy with cleaning the kitchen counter to answer Jimin. The two of them just
came back from taking their kids to school and Jimin invited himself to Seokjin’s because he
needed to vent. Seokjin didn’t have much of a choice when Jimin followed him home with a sad
puppy face. No one can resist that face.

“Actually, I don’t even want to be in a relationship,” Jimin continues, “I just want one good
orgasm.”

The sound of the front door interrupts Jimin, quickly followed by Hoseok’s appearance. He looks
like shit, with dark bags under his eyes and disheveled hair. He looks like he had a rough
morning.

“Morning guys,” Hoseok says before sinking into the couch next to Jimin. “Sorry I’m late, I had to
chase after Jiseok and Hoon to get them dressed this morning. They were 10 minutes late for
school and Yoongi got mad at us for waking him up,” he sighs, running a hand over his face
tiredly. “What are we talking about?”

“Jimin’s sex life,” Seokjin says and Hoseok simply nods, “or lack thereof.”

“Shut up,” Jimin whines. “How come you guys have great mates and I can’t find one alpha that
knows how to use his dick right?”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” Seokjin washes his hands clean and dries them before heading to the
living room where Jimin and Hoseok make for a sad sight.

Seokjin sits in the loveseat next to the couch, crossing his legs underneath him. He gives Jimin
a soft smile that always makes Jimin feel better. He’s been friends with Seokjin and Hoseok
since college and Jimin isn’t sure he would be where he is today without them. They’re his
family.

“The last alpha you were with wasn’t so bad,” Hoseok says as he turns his head towards Jimin.
“He lasted three minutes,” Jimin deadpans, raising an eyebrow.

“Wasn’t he the best one you’ve had in a while?” Seokjin asks as he plays with the rips in his
jeans.

“I guess those three minutes were okay,” Jimin sighs in defeat.

Jimin’s been a single father for 7 years now, raising his daughter as best as he can with a
mostly absent alpha father. He’s a 28 year old unmated omega with needs and the alphas he
always ends up sleeping with are never good enough.

“I wish alphas were pleasers,” Jimin complains, noticing Hoseok’s offended face,”all they care
about is themselves every time I have sex with them. I don’t even know what a prostate is
anymore.”

“I’m an alpha and I’m good to Yoongi,” Hoseok retorts.

“Don’t “not all alphas” me, hyung,” Jimin says and it makes Seokjin laugh. “Find me one good
alpha,” he doesn’t give Hoseok time to answer. “You can’t. They’re all taken.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes but smiles at Jimin nonetheless. Jimin pouts because he’s actually
distraught. He doesn’t think he’s asking for much. He just wants someone who can give him a
good orgasm without him having to fake it.

“Let’s go out this weekend,” Seokjin says and it piques Jimin’s interest. “We’ll go to a bar and
find you a good alpha, Minie.”

“Fine,” Jimin sighs dramatically because he is, in fact, a drama queen, “but I’m not holding my
breath. Haewon will be at her dad’s though so I’m free this weekend.”

“You’ll find someone eventually,” Seokjin smiles encouragingly and Jimin smiles back because
he does appreciate his friend’s concern.

Jimin’s friends have always been here to support him whenever things become hard with his
daughter. Jimin’s pretty happy with just Haewon and his friends. He doesn’t feel like he’s
missing something. He doesn’t really have the luxury of having relationships anyway, he’s too
busy with raising Haewon. He also doesn’t want her to get attached to anyone for them to just
leave when the relationship doesn’t work out.

Jimin’s not really good at relationships anyway. He’s fine with just using alphas for sex. He
doesn’t try to connect emotionally with them because the alphas he chooses wouldn’t be
interested in a single father omega. Jimin is pretty though and alphas like that enough to have
sex with him. It’s enough for Jimin.
“Can we talk about me now?” Hoseok breaks the comfortable silence and it makes Seokjin and
Jimin chuckle.

“Sure,” Seokjin says. “What is it this time? Did you break Yoongi’s favorite vase again?”

“It was one time!” Hoseok whines, sinking deeper into the couch. “And it was a wedding gift from
his mother, okay. He gave me the silent treatment for a week. I wasn’t even allowed to touch
him. It was horrible.”

“You deserved it,” Jimin deadpans.

“It was an accident!”

“You were playing soccer inside the house with the boys. It wasn’t really an accident,” Seokjin
counters.

“You guys are the worst friends ever.”

…………&…………

_“What are we doing this weekend,”_ Taehyung says. Jungkook can tell he’s bored even over
the phone. _“I want to go out.”_

“Wait a second,” Jungkook says as he enters the empty kitchen of his frat house. He puts his
phone on the counter and puts it on speaker so he can make himself a sandwich while talking to
Taehyung. “I’m free this weekend so we can go to a club if you want.”

Jungkook can hear Taehyung sigh heavily as he opens the fridge, taking out all the ingredients
he needs to put them on the counter.

_“Can we go to a bar instead? Annoying alphas always try to get all up in my business when we
go to clubs and I’m not in the mood. I just want to have a good time.”_

“Sure,” Jungkook replies as he goes through the cupboards to find some bread.

_“Don’t ever act like those alphas, Jungkook.”_

Jungkook scoffs, “That’s literally who I am, hyung! You can’t ask me to be someone I’m not,” he
whines dramatically as he spreads some mayo all over his bread. “And we’re not annoying,
we’re just trying to give omegas a good time.”
_“Can’t you go out and not think with your dick for once?”_

“The grind never stops, hyung,” Jungkook smirks even though Taehyung can’t see it.

_“God,”_ Taehyung says and Jungkook can feel the annoyance through the phone.

There’s a flurry of screams coming from the garden as one of the frat guys must have done
something cool or, arguably, stupid. It doesn’t phase Jungkook anymore. He’s been living in the
Alpha Sig house for a year now. He was recruited during his first year of college and he’s in his
second year now, still juggling with his classes and his frat duties, which mostly involves
organizing parties and various questionable events.

Jungkook can hear voices coming from the big room and judging from the array of curses, some
guys must be playing video games.

_“Hey, are you still taking part in that dumb frat competition?”_ Taehyung asks all of a sudden.

“Which one?” Jungkook frowns because there’s a lot of dumb frat competitions going on this
year. One of them involves only eating burgers for a whole year. Jungkook likes his body too
much to take part in that one.

_“Who can fuck the most omegas in a year. The dumbest one.”_

“It’s not dumb, it’s fun,” Jungkook says before taking a bite of his delicious looking chicken
sandwich. “And yeah I’m still taking part in it and I’m currently winning,” he says, puffing his
chest proudly and talking with food in his mouth.

_“Breaking omegas’ hearts isn’t fun.”_

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I’m not breaking anyone’s heart. Everyone I sleep with know it’s only a
one night stand. Nothing more.”

Jungkook frowns when Wonho and Jay enter the kitchen. They’re laughing obnoxiously loud
and don’t seem to care that Jungkook’s currently on the phone.

“Hey Jeon!” Jay says when he finally notices Jungkook. “Can you make me a sandwich too, I’m
starving.”

“Can’t,” Jungkook says as he quickly cleans up the counter, “I’m busy.”

“Oh, do you have someone waiting for you upstairs?” Wonho wiggles his eyebrows
suggestively.
“Yeah,” Jungkook plays along, bending over the counter as if he was about to reveal an
important secret, “my homework.”

“Boring,” Jay says, walking around the counter to open the fridge.

Wonho simply rolls his eyes. Jungkook grabs his phone and his sandwich before heading out of
the kitchen. He doesn’t particularly gets along with Jay and Wonho. Except when he’s drunk.
Drunk Jungkook gets along with everyone. They’re his frat brothers so he’s obligated to have
some type of friendship with them but it’s not like they know about his inner deeper secrets.

They know that Jungkook’s favorite drink is coke and rum, that he’s slept with approximately
100 people and that he’s a photography major, but that’s pretty much it. Jungkook’s totally fine
with that. He already has a best friend, Taehyung. He doesn’t need anyone else.

“Are you still here?” Jungkook asks as he walks up the big marble stairs that leads to the
bedrooms.

_“Yep.”_

“Don’t take me to one of those bars for old people, please. Let’s go somewhere fun with, you
know, people that aren’t 50 and looking for some fresh meat,” Jungkook’s face scrunches up at
the thought.

He walks through the big corridor, going past open messy bedrooms where some people are
studying, listening to music or making out. Jungkook’s room is the last one at the end of the
corridor.

_“Those people exist and are valid, Jungkook. Stop being so judgmental.”_

Jungkook closes the door and throws himself on his bed, “I won’t get laid if we go there.”

_“The world doesn’t revolve around you brat.”_

“Please, hyung” Jungkook whines and it sounds more like a “pwease” than the actual word. His
baby voice always works on Taehyung.

_“Fine,” T_ aehyung sighs and Jungkook smiles victoriously, munching on his sandwich, _“I
know a nice bar downtown. You should be able to find someone interesting.”_

“Nice!” Jungkook says, rolling over to lie on his back, “I can’t wait.”

_“Yeah, yeah. I spoil you too much.”_

Jungkook can’t argue with that. Taehyung’s only two years older than him but sometimes it feels
like he’s ten years older. Jungkook and Taehyung have been friends since childhood and
Taehyung has always been there for Jungkook. He’s like an older brother to him and he always
goes to him whenever he has even the slightest of inconvenience.

“Thank you, hyung,” Jungkook smiles even though he can’t see it.

_“You’re welcome, Jungkookie. Anyway, I have to go now. See you on saturday.”_

“See you!”

Jungkook hangs up and drops his phone on the mattress. His bedroom is quiet compared to the
rest of the house but he always feels the best when he’s on his own.

…………&…………

Jimin’s not really the type to worry about his outfit usually. Mostly, because he doesn’t have time
when he has to take care of an 8 year old. He usually wears dance clothes when he has to take
Haewon to school before going to work at the dance studio he owns with Hoseok.

However, there are special nights where he has to put some thought into his outfit and tonight is
one of those nights. He’s supposed to meet with Seokjin and Hoseok in an hour and he still has
no idea what to wear. All the possible choices are spread out on his bed but none scream “I’m
desperate, please look at me” which, he’s decided, is the look for tonight.

So, Jimin does what he always does in a crisis; he facetimes Seokjin.

“Let me guess,” Seokjin says when he answers the call, a smirk plastered on his face, “you
have no idea what to wear.”

Jimin sighs as he holds his phone up to his face. From what Jimin can see on the screen,
Seokjin is lying on his bed and Hoseok is right beside him.

“I need help,” Jimin says, running a hand through his styled hair.

“Wear something sexy,” Seokjin says nonchalantly as if Jimin didn’t know that already.

“Obviously,” Jimin rolls his eyes and throws his phone on the bed to try a black dress shirt on.
“Try to look like a hot 28 year old milf who’s looking for a fun night.”

“What?!” Jimin’s eyes widen as he scans through the clothes on his bed that might correspond
to Seokjin’s description. “What do you mean? How do I do that?”

Jimin picks up a pink sweater that always makes him look pretty but doesn’t qualify as sexy.

Hoseok’s face come into view on the screen, “Just don’t look like a suburban mom.”

“What?”

“Try to muster your inner 20 year old self,” Seokjin chimes back in.

“I wish I was 20 again,” Jimin throws the clothes that he doesn’t need on the floor until his eyes
settle on a black pair of slacks that always make his ass look great.

“That’s when you got pregnant,” Hoseok says and Jimin doesn’t have to look at the screen to
know he’s frowning.

“Yeah but, you know,” Jimin says as he puts the slacks on, “at least I was young and beautiful.”

“Now you’re old and beautiful,” Seokjin says, making Hoseok laugh.

“Don’t call me old!” Jimin says, quickly reaching for his phone to frown at Seokjin’s smug face.

“You’re this close to buying a minivan,” Seokjin puts his index finger and thumb together, only
leaving a small inch of space between them.

“You literally have a minivan,” Jimin deadpans.

“Well yeah,” Seokjin rolls his neck dramatically, “but I have two kids and I’m 30. Being a
suburban mom is my brand.”

Jimin rolls his eyes and looks at the mess he made in his bedroom. Clothes are scattered
everywhere, on the floor, the bed and even his closet. He still needs to find the right shirt.

“Anyway,” he looks back to his phone where Seokjin and Hoseok look completely uninterested,
“I know how to be sexy, don’t worry. I got this.”

“Show us your outfit,” Hoseok says.

“You’re not going out until we’ve approved it,” Seokjin has never looked more serious in his life
as if Jimin choosing the right outfit meant everything to him.

“I’m not done yet,” Jimin throws his phone on the bed once again.

“We can wait,” Seokjin and Hoseok say at the same time which should be scary but they tend to
do that a lot so Jimin’s used to it.

Jimin skims through the different dress shirts he has until he finally decides on a white one. He
puts it on and tucks them into his black slacks. He walks to his dresser and looks through his
jewelry box. He picks two dangle earrings and puts them on, completing his look. Then he goes
back to his bed and picks his phone up. Seokjin and Hoseok are bickering about something,
elbowing each other and whining when one of them hits too hard.

“Guys,” Jimin calls and the two of them instantly stop, trying to look normal as if they weren’t just
caught fighting like children. “This is the outfit,” Jimin holds his phone up and tries to show his
outfit as best as he can. “What do you think? Does it say I’m single and ready to mingle?”

“Single and ready to mingle,” Seokjin scoffs like he’s personally offended, “you sound like a
freshly divorced 50 year old wife, please stop.”

Hoseok nods, “This is why you don’t ever get good dick.”

“Alright,” Jimin says as pleasantly as he can, “well, fuck you guys.” He fake beams at them
before hanging up and rolling his eyes.

His friends have always been great at boosting his confidence.

…………&…………

“You know what,” Jungkook says, “this bar isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

The bar is more on the high end side of the spectrum. Drinks are definitely too expensive for two
college students and the average age is probably 25. The L shaped booths are full of people
enjoying a drink after a long week. Some look like they just came out of work and some look like
they’re here to find someone to take home.

A spotlight casts a red glow inside the bar, giving it a lounge atmosphere. The bar glows red as
well and the wall behind it is full of bottles of alcohol that Jungkook has never heard of except
for some of the vodka and rum brands he usually sees at parties.
“I told you it was nice,” Taehyung says over the music that’s quiet enough for people to hear
each other.

All the booths are taken so Jungkook and Taehyung are standing around a high table in the
corner, close to the bar. From his spot, Jungkook can see everyone which makes it easy to find
someone he might want to take home. There’s so many scents that Jungkook can barely make
out any omegas, but no one has caught his attention so far. They’ve only been here for 20
minutes and Jungkook is already bored.

He made sure to make himself look like a walking wet dream, with black skin tight jeans, a black
dress shirt with a grey line pattern and his trusty leather jacket. The one that he had to save up
for for 3 months because it was _that_ expensive. But at least he looks hot and he knows he
does. Taehyung slapped him behind the head when he screamed a _“Hide your omegas,
fellas,”_ when he came out of Alpha Sig’s house.

Apparently, it made him sound like a “cocky asshole” which isn’t the first time he’s been called
that.

“Damn, this bar is so boring,” Jungkook sighs, resting his chin on his hand, “where are all the
cute omegas at?” He even pouts.

He can see Taehyung pinch the bridge of his nose in the corner of his eyes but he doesn’t pay
him no mind.

“What’s the point of going out if I can’t even find someone to take home.”

“I asked you not to think with your dick, Jungkook,” Taehyung says before sipping on his martini
glass. The one the hot girl always drinks in movies, with the olive and everything. “You’re not out
with your chaotic frat clique. I’m a refined young man, I have a reputation to maintain. It’s
already bad enough that my best friend is a frat boy. You’re lucky that I love you otherwise you
would be out of my life already.”

Jungkook scoffs, “Damn, you really hate me.”

“I can’t wait for your fuckboy phase to be over.”

“It’s not a phase!”

Jungkook is aware he sounds like a teenager but he doesn’t really care. He might act like a
“cocky asshole” but he’s still a nice boy. He’s a sweet cocky asshole who deserves to be loved
even if he drinks from a keg while doing handstands at parties and sleeps with a different
omega almost every night.
“Sure, sweetheart,” Taehyung says in the fake sweet voice he always uses when he’s being
condescending. It makes him sound like a mom.

Jungkook ignores him to sip on his malibu and pineapple. Jungkook scans through the crowd
for what feels like the millionth time in thirty minutes and he does a double take on one
particular blonde. He’s sat at the bar with two other guys and his pink plump lips are what catch
Jungkook’s attention.

He looks pretty. _Very_ fucking pretty. Jungkook’s certain he’s never seen a prettier person ever.
From his lean and small stature, Jungkook assumes he’s an omega but it might just be his
alpha’s wishes. He looks elegant and unattainable, exactly Jungkook’s type.

“I’ll be right back,” Jungkook quickly says before heading to the restroom.

The room looks just like the rest of the lounge bar; red and expensive. Definitely cleaner than
any of the places Jungkook usually goes to. Jungkook stands behind one of the sinks and
checks his makeup in the mirror. The red lighting really isn’t flattering.

He takes a travel sized setting powder out of his jacket’s pocket and reapplies some on his face.
He’s interrupted by his phone buzzing his jeans’ pocket. Jungkook takes it out and sees a text
from Taehyung asking him where he went. Jungkook puts the powder down on the sink to
answer.

**To taetae:
**to the restroom to powder my nose

**From taetae:
**what?

**To taetae:
** i’m not talking about cocaine
i’m literally applying setting powder on my face right now

**From taetae:
**????

**To taetae:
**your boy’s gotta look good for the cute omega he’s about to chat up

**From taetae:
**which one?
**To taetae:
** the blonde bombshell sitting at the bar
white dress shirt and pretty lips

**From taetae:
** he’s way out of your league
don’t waste your time

Jungkook gasps when he reads the offending texts, bringing a hand up to his chest. Jungkook
jumps when he hears someone flushing the toilet. The man who comes out of the stall looks
around forty and he looks at Jungkook weirdly. It might be the fact that Jungkook’s staring at him
or the fact that he has patches of white powder on his nose.

Jungkook wipes it off and clears his throat, “It’s not what it looks like.”

The man, an alpha judging from his musky scent, raises an eyebrow at him while he washes his
hands.

“It’s setting powder,” Jungkook shows him the black container.

The guy’s judgy look only becomes judgier as he turns the tap off and walks to the dryer.
Jungkook shrugs; not everyone can understand the importance of good makeup, he guesses.
Maybe, it’s a generational thing.

**To taetae:
**have a little faith in me pls

**From taetae:
** you’re gonna get slapped in the face
if it happens i’m running out of this bar and pretending like i don’t know you jsyk

The music becomes louder when the older alpha opens the door to leave. Jungkook doesn’t
even spare him a glance.

**To taetae:
**i love friendship

**From taetae:
** in the meantime i’m gonna hide in a booth
good luck
you’re gonna need it

**To taetae:
**thanks broski

Jungkook leaves the men’s restroom once he deems his makeup fit to please the pretty omega.
He looks for him through the crowd and finds him in his previous spot at the bar. He’s talking
animatedly to his friends and his lips form a pout when he speaks which makes him look cute.

Jungkook takes a deep breath but it gets caught in his throat when the pretty omega looks over
to where he is awkwardly standing right outside the restrooms. Jungkook tries not to choke on
literal air when their eyes meet. He looks breathtaking and for the first time in a long time,
Jungkook’s confidence leaves him. He’s not sure he can do this anymore. He doesn’t know
what flirting is anymore.

The omega looks away and Jungkook releases the breath he was holding.

He will do this. He can do this. Maybe. Hopefully.

…………&…………

Jimin knows the minute he sees him that the alpha is interested. It’s in the way he looks at him
like he’s just seen the most beautiful thing in the world. It pleases Jimin’s omega greatly but it
also makes him roll his eyes because the alpha is too predictable. Jimin looks away from his big
doe eyes, looking down at his drink.

Seokjin and Hoseok are in the middle of a conversation that Jimin can’t follow at all because
he’s too hyper aware of the alpha’s movements. He can see him coming towards him from the
corner of his eyes.

The alpha’s woodsy scent is the first thing that hits Jimin, sending a shiver down his spine. He
smells good. He smells really, really good and it bothers Jimin. It’s not often Jimin’s affected by
alpha scents. He can recognize when one smells good but it never makes his omega go crazy.
This alpha’s scent, however, has his omega preening from the sudden proximity.

Jimin can hear Seokjin and Hoseok’s conversation die down when the alpha sits on the stool
next to Jimin. He smells the amusement in their scents and Jimin glares at them when he hears
them snickering under their breaths. He glares harder when they both stand up from their stools
and leave Jimin alone with the _very_ handsome alpha.

“Hi,” the alpha’s voice is softer than Jimin expected.

Jimin rolls his eyes before turning around to look at him. He has a smirk on his face and Jimin
considers standing up and leaving him right there. He’s too cocky, he exudes way too much
confidence and Jimin hates that it makes him look even more attractive.

“Hi,” Jimin answers a bit too curtly.

He doesn’t want to come off as unfriendly but he’s at a point in his life where he’s mostly tired of
alphas. Genetically, he can’t help but be attracted to them, but realistically Jimin thinks alphas
ain’t shit. He reminds himself that he’s simply looking for a hook-up anyway and this alpha is
definitely handsome enough to fuck.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing at a bar all alone?”

Jimin blinks at him, disbelieving what he’s just heard.

“I’m not alone. I’m here with friends. You saw them, they just left.”

The alpha’s smirk wavers and he runs a hand through his hair. Jimin can smell the anxiety in his
scent and it surprises him. What surprises him even more is how he subconsciously starts to
release comforting pheromones to calm the alpha down. Jimin’s usually pretty good at
controlling his omega but apparently not tonight. Not with this alpha.

“You’re right, that was a bad pick up line,” the alpha chuckles.

“Pick up lines never work,” Jimin smiles at him, somehow endeared by him. “And don’t call
omegas _pretty little things_ , it makes you sound like an asshole.”

The alpha laughs at Jimin’s comment and the sound makes something stir in Jimin’s stomach.
Jimin takes a sip of his drink to look away from the _adorable_ bunny smile. The alpha looks
young but even more so when he smiles. He’s probably a lot younger than Jimin and he’s kind
of impressed by his confidence. Jimin’s never been flirted with by a younger alpha before, it’s a
first.

“You’re feisty, I like that,” the alpha leans one arm against the bar counter, turning his body to
face Jimin.

“Are you actually successful with omegas?” Jimin tilts his head to the side, smirking back at him.

“I am, yeah,” there’s no doubt in the alpha’s voice.

“How? You’re not very good at this.”

“My natural charm does all the work. Sometimes I don’t even have to talk.”
Jimin snorts and rolls his eyes, “How old are you?”

“21.”

“Cute. A baby alpha.”

The alpha’s eyes darken like his ego just took a hit and Jimin feels a rush of excitement. Riling
up alphas is one of his favorite hobbies and this one is really fun to play with. The alpha’s stance
changes, he tries to make himself look bigger, towering over Jimin in a show of dominance.
Jimin’s omega whines, begging him to submit but Jimin’s always been stubborn and backing
down isn’t in his vocabulary.

“I can assure you, I’m no baby,” the alpha’s voice is low, almost like a rumble. Heat pools at the
pit of Jimin’s stomach.

“Oh? How so?” Jimin’s gaze never wavers no matter how dark the alpha’s eyes get. There’s a
spark of amusement in them though, like Jimin’s defiance excites him.

“Let me take you home and I’ll show you.”

The alpha’s scent envelops Jimin, so strong Jimin’s pretty sure everyone in this bar can smell
his arousal. Jimin’s omega curls, ready to give himself away to the alpha. Jimin would be lying if
he said arousal wasn’t present in his own scent. He is turned on by the alpha’s confidence and
he almost considers taking him up on his offer.

“And where’s home? Your parents’ house?” Jimin’s eyes are full of mirth and he catches the
smile on the alpha’s lips even though he tries to hide it by clearing his throat.

“God, I’d love to take you somewhere private and put you in your place right now,” the alpha
looks at Jimin like he’s in awe.

Jimin’s skin heats up the minute those words leave the alpha’s mouth. He’d love that too. He’d
love for him to show him who’s in charge, to fuck him hard until he cries and forgets about
anything else that isn’t this alpha’s cock.

“Do you think I’d let you?”

“I think I’d make you feel so good you wouldn’t have a choice but to keep that pretty little mouth
shut.”

“I’m not a very docile omega, you know.”

“I’ll teach you how to be docile, sweetheart.”

Jimin startles when he feels slick trickle out of his hole. He squeezes his thighs together
reflexively and takes a deep breath to slow down the rhythm of his heart. Jimin can tell the
minute the smell of his arousal hits the alpha. The dark brown of his eyes turns even darker and
his scent sharpens.

The two alphas sitting a few stools to Jimin’s right seem agitated by his scent even though none
of them would dare to approach Jimin when an alpha is already showing interest. Jimin needs to
calm down, he doesn’t want everyone’s attention on him just because he can’t handle a little
dirty talk.

Jimin clears his throat and looks away, focusing on the beta preparing drinks behind the bar. He
tries to tune everything else out but it’s hard when all he can feel, smell and think about is his
alpha. Jimin squeezes his eyes shut, cursing his omega. Not _his_ alpha. The alpha.

“I’m sorry.”

Jimin opens his eyes and looks at the alpha. His eyes are back to being brown and his lips are
bitten red like he chewed on them. Jimin doesn’t know what to say and he’s not sure what the
alpha is apologizing for.

“I didn’t mean to make you…,” he trails off, “I mean I’m pleased that you’re… that you’re
showing interest, but I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I don’t really like to get wet in public.”

The alpha’s eyes widen and he chokes on his own saliva, hitting himself in the chest as if it’ll
help him catch his breath.

“What?” Jimin raises an eyebrow at him.

“You’re very forward.

“ _I’m_ forward?”

“Yeah, you seem very shameless.”

Jimin scoffs because that’s rich coming from someone who said he’d teach him how to be docile
not even a minute ago. Jimin downs his drink and turns to face the alpha, leaning his own arm
on the bar counter.

“What’s your name?” he asks.

“Jungkook.”

“Jungkook. What are you? A college student?”

“Yeah, I go to SNU. What about you?”

“My name?”

“Yeah and are you in college too?”

Jimin blinks at him for what feels like a whole minute before tipping over from laughing, barely
catching himself on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook holds him up but he looks confused.

“You’re so cute,” Jimin giggles but it makes Jungkook frown.

“What’s so funny?”

“Baby, I’m 28. I don’t go to college.”

Jungkook’s eyes are wide like saucers and all he can do is blink at Jimin.

“You. You’re 28?”

“Yeah.” Jimin bites on his bottom lip and tilts his head to the side.

“You don’t look old.”

Jimin frowns and hits Jungkook in the chest. His omega perks up at how hard it feels under his
hand but Jimin dismisses that thought immediately.

“I’m not old, brat!”

“You’re seven years older than me.”

“Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“Well yeah, obviously but it doesn’t mean you’re not old.”

Jimin gapes at him. The nerve this baby alpha has to call him old. Jimin stands up to leave but
Jungkook stops him with a hand on his waist. Jimin’s pout makes him giggle.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding, don’t leave,” he rubs Jimin’s side with his thumb as if to soothe him and
Jimin can feel the heat of his hand through his shirt. “It means you’re more experienced. Maybe,
you can teach _me_ a few things.”

Jungkook’s back to his flirty self and Jimin hates that he likes it so much.

“No,” Jimin says and Jungkook seems confused. “I’m looking for an alpha who actually knows
what he’s doing. It’s not my job to teach you how to please omegas.”

“Then, I guess you’re lucky,” Jungkook smirks, “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

“Alphas my age don’t know what they’re doing. I doubt a 21 year old is any better.”

Jungkook’s hand dips to the small of Jimin’s back, bringing their bodies closer. Jimin can feel
the heat radiating from Jungkook’s body, it makes him shiver. His scent is a strange combination
of intoxicating and reassuring. Jimin feels like he could drown in it.

“Give me a chance. I’ll prove you wrong.”

Jimin looks at him for a while, pondering on whether he should actually give him a chance or
not. He came to this bar with that exact purpose, to find an alpha good enough to satisfy him.
He doesn’t know if Jungkook can be that alpha. It’s not the first time Jimin’s dealing with an
overconfident alpha. Jimin’s been deceived more times than he can count. The only thing that
makes Jungkook stand out from all the other alphas is that he’s younger. Much younger. That’s
the main reason why Jimin hesitates, he doesn’t know if he can be with someone that young.
No matter how bad his omega wants him.

“You’re very young,” Jimin whispers.

“It doesn’t matter,” Jungkook speaks just as softly like they’re afraid someone will hear them.

“It matters to me.”

“I promise you I can give you what you need.”

Jungkook is too close for Jimin to think properly. He pushes against Jungkook’s chest and
Jungkook lets go of him instantly. Jimin licks his lips nervously.

“Not tonight. Maybe I’ll give you a chance, maybe I won’t. If you really want it, you’re gonna
have to be patient. If you don’t want to wait, that’s fine too.”

“I’ll wait.”

Jimin’s surprised by how sure Jungkook seems. He didn’t think the boy would actually want to
wait. From what he remembers from his college years, people Jungkook’s age don’t have much
patience and if someone says no then they just move on to the next best thing. Jungkook
seems determined to get Jimin though and it pleases him more than it probably should.

“Okay. Give me your phone.”

Jungkook reaches for his phone in his back pocket and hands it to Jimin. Jimin quickly adds his
number in and gives it back to Jungkook. Jungkook looks down at his phone and smiles.

“Jimin.”

“Mmh?”

“You never actually gave me your name,” Jungkook smiles at him.

Jimin’s heart squeezes in his chest at the sight.

He smiles back before saying, “Goodnight, Jungkook.”

Jimin leaves before Jungkook can answer.

He can feel his eyes on him for the rest of the night.

…………&…………

Jungkook stands and stares at the empty stool Jimin was occupying a few seconds ago for what
might be longer than appropriate before people start to take him for a creepy guy. Jungkook
clears his throat, the remnants of Jimin’s flowery scent clogging his senses, before looking
through the crowd for Taehyung.

He finds him in a booth at the back of the lounge bar. He’s staring at Jungkook and he actually
looks proud. Jungkook walks up to the booth and sinks into the comfortable cushions, a cocky
grin adorning his face.

“Wow,” Taehyung says, “you didn’t get slapped. Congratulations.”

“I told you to have faith in me,” Jungkook spreads his arms over the back of the booth.

“He left you at the bar,” Taehyung deadpans, sipping on another martini glass.
“Yeah, but I got his number.”

“Why?” Taehyung looks confused.

“To text him,” Jungkook takes time to pronounce each word as if he was talking to a child.

“You never take omegas’ numbers though. It’s either they want to fuck or they leave.”

“He wants to fuck though,” Jungkook smirks, spreading his legs. Taehyung rolls his eyes at the
motion.

“If he wanted to fuck you’d be fucking him right now.”

“He’s playing hard to get.”

“If he said no he’s not playing hard to get, he just doesn’t want you.”

Jungkook sighs because he doesn’t need a lecture on consent, he knows all about it. Jungkook
knows how to take a hint and he’s never tried to force someone into anything. Jungkook values
consent. Consent is sexy.

“I know that. He said not tonight, he didn’t say no.”

Seeing Taehyung sip on his martini is making him thirsty. He wishes he didn’t leave his glass on
their previous table but now it’s probably gone. He should have ordered a new drink when he
was at the bar.

“Are you sure?” Taehyung asks.

“Yes,” Jungkook tries his best not to sound annoyed but he fails. It doesn’t deter Taehyung.

“You’re not being delusional?”

“No.”

“Okay, well,” Taehyung swallows the sip he just took, “he’s really cute.”

Jungkook smiles at the memory of his conversation with Jimin. He was very brazen which
Jungkook thinks is sexy. He really doesn’t look his age, the soft edges of his beauty makes him
look younger. What really struck Jungkook was the sound of his voice though. He sounds pretty.
He sounds exactly like he looks.
“He smells like flowers,” Jungkook says, shivering at the thought. “Like a garden. He’s so pretty I
wanted to eat him.”

Taehyung startles at the words and frowns, “What?”

“Figuratively,” Jungkook says before correcting himself. “Actually no, I could eat him. Bite him
everywhere.”

Jungkook feels hot all over just thinking about it. Nothing would please his alpha more than to
sink his teeth into Jimin’s soft skin, to leave marks all over his pretty body.

“Don’t tell me you want to vore him,” Taehyung sounds exasperated but he says it like it’s a
normal occurrence for Jungkook to want to eat people.

“What if I do?” Jungkook raises his eyebrow in challenge. “We said no kink shaming. Ever.”

“You can’t eat him Jungkook,” there’s finalty in Taehyung’s voice.

“Nom nom.”

“No!” Taehyung looks at him like he’s just seen a ghost. Jungkook just pouts.

“He looks so pretty though.”

“Where’s the correlation between him being pretty and you wanting to eat him?”

“That’s just how I feel. I just want to devour him,” Jungkook shrugs, looking over at the bar with
envy, still wishing for a drink.

“Alright,” Taehyung bends over the table, “we’re deleting his number from your phone. Right
now,” he extends his hand, waiting for Jungkook to hand him his phone.

“No,” Jungkook frowns and pouts. “Leave me alone.”

Taehyung sinks back into his seat and downs the rest of his drink. He sets the empty glass on
the table and sighs, looking around the busy place. Jungkook does the same until he catches
the sight of Jimin. He’s laughing at something his friend said, throwing his body over him like he
did when Jungkook made him laugh earlier. Jungkook has to stop a growl from escaping his
mouth. His alpha hates to see the omega throwing himself at someone else.

“Can we go,” Taehyung says after a while, “I’m bored.”

“You didn’t find a cute alpha?” Jungkook asks, scanning the room for anyone interesting.
“No,” Taehyung whines, “no one’s cute enough.”

Taehyung stands up and Jungkook follows, “You deserve better.”

“I know.”

“Let’s go,” Jungkook steps over the small table and heads for the exit, “I wanna go home and
send Jimin a dick pic.”

Taehyung slaps him on the back, making him jump and frown at him, “Ow!”

“Don’t!”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and continues walking through the crowd, throwing one last glance at
Jimin before leaving.

…………&…………

Jimin sighs for the hundredth time this morning.

He’s all alone in his apartment and it always feels very lonely when Haewon isn’t here. He woke
up in a mood, groaning when his brain decided it was time for him to get on with his day. He
also woke up horny, thinking about Jungkook.

He went on with his morning with a permanent pout on his face, grumbling incoherent things
under his breath. He’s annoyed at his omega for being constantly horny and he’s annoyed at
himself for not bringing Jungkook home. He was hot and he smelled good. He seemed
confident, probably a little too much for Jimin’s taste, but he looked like he knew what he was
doing.

He's young though. Way too young.

Jimin’s only ever been with alphas his age, he’s never tried to branch out, whether they be older
or younger. There’s something exciting about being flirted with by a younger alpha. It makes him
feel desirable. The age difference still bothers him. Maybe it’s because he’s scared of getting
judged or maybe it’s because he tends to overthink every little thing in his life.

Jimin wraps himself tighter in his blanket. He’s been watching TV for the past 2 hours but he
can’t seem to focus, his brain constantly bringing him back to last night. Jimin is tired and horny
and he needs to complain.

Which is why he ends up calling Seokjin. He’s an omega like Jimin and he always gives good
advice.

“Hello,” Seokjin sounds agitated. Jimin can hear children’s screams in the background as well
as the sound of the TV. He’s pretty sure he hears Namjoon’s voice telling Kangmin and Nari to
be quiet which doesn’t seem to make any difference.

“Hey hyung. Rough morning?” Jimin lies down on his side on the couch.

“Yeah,” Seokjin sighs. Jimin can hear a shuffling sound and then complete silence. Seokjin must
have moved to another room. “What’s up?”

“I woke up horny,” Jimin whines and it makes Seokjin chuckle.

“You wouldn’t be horny if you took the alpha from last night home.”

“I’m not that easy, hyung.”

That makes Seokjin laugh loudly and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“You are the easiest omega ever, baby,” Seokjin says, “and no one’s shaming you for that. I
remember back in the day when I used to go from alpha to alpha. I miss it.”

“I’m sure Namjoon would love to know that,” Jimin smiles, playing with a few strands of his hair
and wiggling his socked toes.

“No one asked for your opinion snitch,” Seokjin grunts out and it makes Jimin laugh.

“I’m still horny.”

“Why didn’t you take him home? Seriously.”

Jimin could find a million reasons why he didn’t bring Jungkook home. One of them being he
never brings alphas home in the first place because he doesn’t want them to leave their scent
all over his apartment. It would confuse Haewon. Another reason being he’s a private person
and doesn’t like welcoming strangers in his home.

“He’s too young,” Jimin mumbles, “he’s 21.”

Seokjin chokes on something and starts coughing so loud Jimin has to move the phone away
from his ear.

“You okay, hyung?” Jimin frowns. He’s not that worried, Jimin’s pretty sure Seokjin isn’t actually
dying.

“He’s what now?” Seokjin says frantically once he’s recovered.

“He thought I was still in college,” Jimin chuckles, burying himself deeper into the cushions.

“Wow, which anti aging cream do you use for him to think you’re that young?” Seokjin asks, “I
want it.”

“Fuck you!” Jimin cries out.

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t take him home, though? He’s young. That’s great.”

“How is that great?” Jimin pouts but it’s not like Seokjin can see it.

“Young alphas have great stamina,” Seokjin offers and Jimin can’t really argue. “They have so
much energy. Hoseok told me once that he may be experienced now that he’s 28 but he gets
tired faster. He used to last longer when he was younger.”

Jimin’s interest is piqued because he could really use a nice, long fuck right now. Alphas are
always impatient, desperately chasing after their orgasms without caring if the omega is
enjoying it or not. Or well, they _think_ the omega is enjoying it most of the time, but they’re too
selfish to actually ask if they’re enjoying it. Which, most of the time, Jimin isn’t.

“So you’re saying that I might have missed out on a good dicking last night?” Jimin actually feels
disappointed.

“Yeah.”

“This is why you shouldn’t leave me on my own. You guys just left me.”

“You still got his number, you can just text him.”

Jimin chews on his bottom lip in embarrassment, “I gave him my number. He didn’t give me his.
He hasn’t texted me yet.”

His omega whines in disappointment, thinking he didn’t make a good enough impression on the
beautiful alpha. Jimin rolls his eyes because could he get anymore pathetic?

“How do you manage to get laid so often. You’re really bad at this,” Seokjin deadpans,
unhelpful.

“I don’t know. I guess being pretty is enough,” Jimin brushes his hair back with a hand.

“You’re the worst milf ever.”

“Stop calling me that!” Jimin frowns because that word is ridiculous.

“Well, that’s what you are now. You’re his milf.”

Jimin’s eyes widen at the realization that he could actually be considered a milf. He never
thought a time would come where he’d become a young alphas’ fantasy. It’s weird, he feels like
a character in a bad porno.

“I’m hanging up,” Jimin hurries to say before hanging up on Seokjin.

He stays on his couch for the rest of the day, watching TV without really watching it and
impatiently waiting for his baby alpha to text him.

…………&…………

“Haewon, baby!” Jimin calls out through the apartment. “It’s time for bed, go brush your teeth.”

Jimin does his best to tidy up the living room who looks like a child’s war zone, toys scattered
everywhere. There’s coloring pens, coloring books and emtpy packets of snacks all over the
coffee table. Jimin stepped on toys three times already and he’s just about ready to throw
himself on his bed and sleep for the next 48 hours.

“Haewon!” Jimin calls out again when he doesn’t get an answer, picking up a my little pony toy
to put it in the chest he keeps in the living room.

He hears the pitter patter of Haewon’s small feet against the wooden floor running into the living
room. Her cheeks are a matching pink to the pajamas she’s wearing. She’s been running
around the house since she got back from school, never giving Jimin a break.

“I’m here, mommy,” she beams at Jimin, brushing her black hair away from her face.

“Go brush your teeth, baby,” Jimin says softly, still picking up toys off of the floor.
“I’m not sleepy,” Haewon whines.

“It’s late, Haewon,” Jimin sighs. He’s exhausted and just wants Haewon to go to bed so he can
do the same.

“It’s only 9PM, mommy,” Haewon pouts, playing with the hem of her pajama top. She gives
Jimin her best puppy eyes but Jimin knows how it works. He invented puppy eyes. He’s not that
easily swayed.

“Your bedtime is at 8PM. You’re supposed to be asleep already,” Jimin walks up to her and picks
her up in his arms. “Come on,” he walks to their small bathroom, “let’s brush our teeth together.”

Haewon doesn’t complain, instead she wraps her arms around Jimin’s neck and nuzzles his
cheek to scent him. Jimin smiles as the smell of peaches overpowers his own flowery scent.
Haewon is a protective child and she tends to scent Jimin whenever he’s upset or tired. She
covers his sour scent with her own sweet scent to protect him, so people don’t know he’s upset.
It’s become such a habit that she does it even when they’re alone now.

She hasn’t yet but Jimin’s convinced she will present as an alpha when she’s older.

It doesn’t take as long as Jimin expected to get Haewon to sleep. They brush their teeth
together, giggling when Haewon smears toothpaste all over her face. Jimin tucks her into bed
and sings her to sleep. Haewon always asks him to sing because his voice relaxes her and
makes her feel safe. Jimin stays by her side for a good twenty minutes after she falls asleep,
smiling at her and brushing his fingers through her hair. He gives her one last kiss before
leaving her bedroom.

When Jimin comes back to the living room it’s still a mess. Jimin sighs and throws himself on
the couch. His back is aching from his day at the dance studio and having to take care of
Haewon. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stand up and go to bed. He might just fall asleep right
here.

Jimin takes his phone out of jeans’ pocket and sees he has two new notifications from an
unknown number. Jimin opens them and chuckles.

**From Unknown:
** hi

It’s been two days since he gave his number to Jungkook. He didn’t think Jungkook would even
text him and he hates how disappointed it made him feel. Jimin is used to running the show, he
doesn’t like waiting on alphas. He also hates how something pleasant churns in his stomach
when he reads Jungkook’s texts. Jimin saves the number in his phone as _baby alpha._
**To baby alpha:
**that’s not a very flattering picture

**From baby alpha:

** FUCKODIJFIJF
I SENT YOU THE WRONG ONE
i wanted to send you a dick pic
wait

**To baby alpha:

**i’m literally going to block you if you send me picture of your dick

**From baby alpha:

**u don’t wanna see my dick? :((

**IT IS

Jimin feels like he’s fighting with a teenager. It’s both amusing and annoying. He can’t deny the
fact that he’s feeling relaxed for the first time today though.
**To baby alpha:
**DID YOU TEXT ME TO FIGHT OR WHAT?

**i’m trying to :(

**To baby alpha:

**if you think you’re getting any after this you’re sorely mistaken
**From baby alpha:
** pleaaaase
i’m a good boy
give me a chance :(

**To baby alpha:

**i don’t want a good boy

**From baby alpha:

** oh? ;)
i can be bad if you want

Jimin rolls his eyes because Jungkook is almost as easy as him. Heat spreads in his body
though because he’d love to find out just how bad Jungkook can be.

**To baby alpha:

**i only want bad bitches in my life

**From baby alpha:

**god you’re so lame

**To baby alpha:

** shut up
i have to go
goodnight

**From baby alpha:

** goodnight beautiful
sweet dreams ♥

Jimin has to stop himself from smiling like a lovesick teenager. He locks his phone and stands
up (with difficulty) to head to his bedroom. He turns the lights of the living room off and enters
his room. He changes into his pajamas and gets into bed as quick as possible. His mattress
feels like heaven when he finally lies down under the covers.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to fall asleep after he reads over his texts with Jungkook one last
time, a warm feeling enveloping his body.

…………&…………
Jimin texts with Jungkook every day for the next week. Most of the time it’s Jungkook asking
when they can fuck or trying to seduce Jimin. It’s a nice and exciting change from his usual
routine. He’s used to taking care of Haewon and working. Sometimes he hangs out with Seokjin
and Hoseok but they have their own busy lives so it tends to be rare.

Jimin does his best to keep Jungkook at arm’s length, not revealing too much about himself.
They’re playing a fun game of push and pull that doesn’t involve any deep conversations and
Jimin is fine with that. He still hasn’t told Jungkook he has a daughter and he doesn’t know if he
will.

Jimin doesn’t necessarily tell his one night stands about Haewon because they don’t need to
know and they don’t usually care. They just want to get in Jimin’s pants. Sometimes, Jimin slips
up and mentions his daughter. It’s never really been a problem because the alphas Jimin is
involved with aren’t looking for a relationship.

Somehow, Jimin thinks it would be different with Jungkook because he’s so young. Part of
Jungkook’s attraction to Jimin probably has to do with his age. Jimin knows young alphas
fantasize about older omegas. Jimin himself used to fantasize about older alphas when he was
in college. There’s desirability in experience and Jimin definitely gained a lot of experience over
the years.

However, learning that Jimin has an 8 year old daughter might be a deal breaker. When he was
in college Jimin remembers how some alphas were scared of children. It came from a lack of
knowledge mostly but also from a lack of interest. Jimin doesn’t want Jungkook to lose interest
before he gets to have sex with him.

**From baby alpha:

**when can we fuck :(

Jimin has gotten used to receiving texts like this from Jungkook so it doesn’t phase him when he
opens it in front of Haewon’s school while he’s waiting for class to be dismissed. Jimin smiles
down at his phone.

**To baby alpha:

**who said we were gonna fuck?

**From baby alpha:

**i want to :(

**To baby alpha:

**i told you you’re too young
**From baby alpha:
**you said you MIGHT give me a chance

**To baby alpha:

**i also said i might not

Jimin brings his phone screen to his chest when another parent walks past him. He would hate
for someone to accidentally read his texts, even though he knows no one cares enough to do
so. He looks around the crowded parking lot, everyone is minding their own business.

**From baby alpha:

** ok but why?
we’re both adults
and we’re both cute
we could be having some hot sex right now if you weren’t so close minded

Jimin scoffs, a little too loud judging from the way some people turn around to look at him. Jimin
clears his throat and does his best not to blush.

**To baby alpha:

**i’m not close minded shut up

Jimin’s head springs up when he hears excited screams from children as they’re finally being let
out of school. Jimin tries to type another message all the while looking for Haewon.

**To baby alpha:

**i have to go my daughter’s out of school

Jimin pockets his phone and walks towards the school gate, squatting down to welcome a
running and smiling Haewon in his arms.

…………&…………

Jungkook blinks at his phone screen for what feels like forever. He thinks that if he looks at it for
a long time it might not say that Jimin has a daughter. Jungkook is interrupted by Taehyung
clearing his throat.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” he says, munching on chocolate bar.
Jungkook is currently at Taehyung’s apartment and the two of them are supposed to be playing
Overwatch but Jungkook got a little distracted. It’s been happening a lot lately, his brain is just
full of _Jimin, Jimin, Jimin._ Jungkook’s never really been hung up on anybody but there’s
something about Jimin that makes his alpha agitated every time he thinks about him.

“Uh yeah,” Jungkook breathes out. “What does it mean when someone says “I have to go my
daughter’s out of school”? Does it mean they actually have a daughter?”

Taehyung blinks at him, “Yes.”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook gasps.

He didn’t expect for the first thought to cross his mind to be of a pregnant Jimin waddling around
with a big belly, looking flushed and pretty, but his treacherous brain instantly goes there.

**To jimin nom nom:

**YOU HAVE A DAUGHTERSDOIFJDIFJ

“Jimin is a milf,” Jungkook tells Taehyung, eyes wide in shock.

Taehyung groans and rolls his eyes, “He’s not a milf.”

“He is. He’s a mom and I’d like to fuck him.”

“Good for you,” Taehyung says before standing up to go into the kitchen.

“You don’t sound surprised!”

“I mean,” Taehyung says as he opens a cupboard to get some snacks, “it’s not uncommon for
28 year olds to have kids.”

“I guess,” Jungkook says, biting his nails.

“Does it bother you?” Taehyung says, putting all the snacks on the kitchen counter and opening
the fridge to get some drinks.

“Not really.”

Jungkook isn’t bothered by the fact that Jimin has a daughter but he’s definitely surprised by
how sexy the idea of a pregnant Jimin is to him. He knows that it will be the main theme of his
wet dreams tonight and he’s not mad about it. He’s never thought about pregnant omegas
before, except that one time he had a pregnancy scare, but other than that he never thought he
had a thing for pregnant omegas. Maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he just has a thing for pregnant
_Jimin_.

Jimin who isn’t answering Jungkook’s text. Which makes sense, he guesses, since he has to
take care of his daughter, but it stresses him out nonetheless. Taehyung comes back with more
snacks and Jungkook throws himself at them. He needs to eat the stress away.

“Can we go back to playing now?” Taehyung asks.

“Yep.”

Jungkook and Taehyung play for another three hours before Jungkook has to go home. Jimin
doesn’t answer him until late at night when Jungkook is editing some photos for a photography
project.

**From jimin nom nom:

**there goes my chance to get some good dick

Jungkook laughs because it’s such a Jimin thing to do to answer a question with a question.
Jimin is pretty closed off but it only makes him even more intriguing. Jungkook would love to
know what he’s actually like when he lets people in. It’s fine if he never finds out because he
really just wants to fuck Jimin but still.

**To jimin nom nom:

**i was thinking about you

**From jimin nom nom:

**To jimin nom nom:

**i bet you take cock so well

**From jimin nom nom:

**i do

Jungkook growls and shivers. The words send his brain into overdrive, conjuring up images of a
whimpering Jimin taking his cock and begging Jungkook to give him _more, more, more_.

**From jimin nom nom:

** you can use me
you can do whatever you want
as long as you make me feel good

**To jimin nom nom:

** i will baby i will
please
let me fuck you

**From jimin nom nom:

**okay

Jungkook has a hard time falling asleep that night, excitement and dirty thoughts keeping him
awake.

…………&…………

To Jimin’s surprise it doesn’t take long for Jungkook to figure out a place for them to have sex.
He texted Jimin the next day telling him that _“he, a broke ass college student, had booked a
room at hotel”_. He said that it wasn’t a motel but that it wasn’t a five star hotel either and that
Jimin shouldn’t get his hopes up.

But when Jimin gets to the hotel he’s actually impressed. He expected it to look worse than it
does. Jungkook is waiting for him on the sidewalk, hands buried in the pockets of his black
sweater. It seems like he didn’t put much thought into his outfit but he still looks beautiful. The
clothes he’s wearing won’t matter when they’re spread across the hotel room floor anyway.

“Hey,” Jimin says to get his attention and Jungkook smiles brightly when he sees him.

“Hi gorgeous,” Jungkook points at the hotel behind him, “what do you think?”

“Not bad,” Jimin says even though it’s actually a really nice place.

“Should we go in?”

Jimin nods and follows Jungkook inside. It’s the first time Jimin meets someone at a hotel to
have sex, it’s a strange experience. It feels like he has something to hide even though that’s not
the case. It’s also kind of exciting.

Jungkook talks to the lady at the reception for a few minutes before he turns to Jimin and shows
him the room key with a proud smile on his face. Jimin rolls his eyes at him but he’s endeared.
He’s always so endeared by Jungkook.

Their room is on the sixth floor and it’s very spacious. The bed is big and looks inviting.
Jungkook puts the hotel room key and his phone on the nightstand. Jimin’s eyes never leave
him and Jungkook smiles when he meets Jimin’s gaze. He comes closer and puts his hands on
Jimin’s waist, dark brown eyes looking deep into Jimin’s. Jungkook’s woodsy scent envelops
Jimin. It makes him feel warm and safe, strangely enough.
“Should we get this show on the road?” Jungkook asks, thumbs rubbing against Jimin’s waist
like he did at the bar.

“Yes. Sit,” Jimin pushes him towards the bed with a hand against his chest and it makes
Jungkook chuckle. He sits on the edge of the bed and Jimin straddles him.

“I thought you wanted me to take charge,” Jungkook smirks up at Jimin before wrapping his
arms around his hips. Jimin wraps his own arms around Jungkook’s neck.

“You will,” Jimin’s fingers play with the hair on Jungkook’s nape. “I have a few rules first.”

“Of course you do,” Jungkook smiles as he hugs Jimin tighter.

“No marking,” Jungkook pouts, “no scenting,” he pouts harder, “and no knotting. Stop pouting.”

“You just took out all the fun of what we’re about to do. You don’t get to tell me to stop pouting.”

“You get to fuck me. That should be fun enough.”

“It’s not.”

“I can just go home.”

Jungkook raises an eyebrow before rolling them over. Jimin’s back hits the mattress in a thud
before Jungkook drapes himself over him, his forearms bracketing Jimin’s head.

“No. You’re staying right here,” Jungkook says.

Jimin’s heart races when Jungkook brushes their lips together, his hot breath warming his skin.
Jungkook is in real life exactly what he’s like through text. An overgrown child. He goes from
acting like a whiny baby to an overconfident alpha. It gives Jimin whiplash every time and that’s
maybe why talking to him is so addicting.

“I can do without the scenting and the knotting,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s mouth, “but I
was really looking forward to leave my mark on you.”

Jimin knows Jungkook doesn’t mean that in the way his omega takes it. Leaving his mark on
Jimin. His omega is almost gagging for it, whining and begging Jimin to just offer his neck to the
alpha so he can make Jimin his. Jimin immediately shuts off that train of thought.

“That’s too bad,” Jimin says nonchalantly.

“What if I mark you somewhere no one else can see?” Jungkook brushes his lips against Jimin’s
cheek.

“No, Jungkook,” Jimin closes his eyes when Jungkook leaves a kiss on his jaw.

“How will you remember me, then?” Jungkook trails more kisses against Jimin’s cheek.

“I guess you’ll just have to fuck me until all I can think about is you,” Jimin whispers in
Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook lets out a growl that almost sounds like a purr before attaching his lips to Jimin’s. It’s
hungry, the way he kisses Jimin, like he’s been starving for weeks. Jungkook sucks in Jimin’s
bottom lip into his mouth, nibbling on it gently. Jimin tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss
and digs his fingers into Jungkook’s sides when their tongues meet. They kiss until they can’t
breathe. Jungkook’s the first one to pull away, his hot breath hitting Jimin’s wet lips.

They look at each other and Jimin expects Jungkook to say something but he doesn't. Instead,
he buries his fingers in Jimin’s hair and peppers kisses on his cheek and jaw. Jimin’s hands
slide under Jungkook’s shirt. His skin is hot and Jimin bites on his bottom lip to stop a moan
from escaping his mouth when he feels the muscles moving under his hands.

Jungkook catches Jimin’s lips in another kiss but it’s less hungry this time. Jungkook kisses a lot
differently than Jimin expected. He’s actually a really good kisser, an even better one than some
alphas Jimin’s age. Jungkook is gentle and attentive. He kisses Jimin like he actually cares, like
all that matters is Jimin and this moment.

Jimin moans when Jungkook sucks on his tongue and bites it playfully. Jungkook seems to like
using his teeth a lot and if Jimin didn’t have a no marking rule, he’s pretty sure he’d leave this
hotel room with not even an inch of unmarked skin.

Jungkook growls into the kiss when Jimin gently scrapes his nails down his back and it makes
Jimin chuckle. They break apart and Jungkook frowns at him. Jimin smiles and pecks his lips
before trailing kisses down his neck. Jungkook sighs contentedly and leans into the touch.

“Take your clothes off,” Jimin mumbles against his skin.

“You take your clothes off.”

Jimin smiles because this such a Jungkook thing to say. He bites Jungkook’s neck playfully. He
doesn’t really think about it until he hears Jungkook growl in warning. The sounds comes from
deep inside his chest and Jimin can feel it shake his entire body.

Omegas don’t get to bite alphas. Mates do sometimes when they’re being playful and because
they trust each other. Otherwise, biting an alpha’s neck is either a threat or a show of
dominance. Alphas usually don’t do well with shows of dominance, especially not when it comes
from omegas.

Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s neck and licks the area to soothe him. A whine escapes his lips
without his permission to ask for forgiveness. It’s something so primal Jimin can’t control it.
Jungkook’s body relaxes at the sound. He nuzzles Jimin’s cheek and releases calming
pheromones to placate Jimin’s omega.

“Sorry,” Jimin whispers.

“It’s fine. Sorry for growling at you, I didn’t mean to.”

“I was out of place.”

“You weren’t, Jimin. You were just being playful, it’s fine. Don’t worry.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop nuzzling Jimin’s face until he’s fully relaxed again and Jimin appreciates
his patience. Jimin only now notices that Jungkook’s been avoiding his neck. Usually, an alpha
would try to comfort an omega by nuzzling their neck but Jungkook doesn’t. If he did, he would
leave his scent all over Jimin. The realization that Jungkook’s following Jimin’s rules gives him a
warm feeling.

“Can I get you naked, now?” Jungkook says against Jimin’s ear before leaning away to look at
him.

Jimin rolls his eyes and it makes Jungkook smile. Jungkook has a communicative smile
because Jimin can’t help returning it.

“I think it’s about time you did.”

Jungkook straddles Jimin’s thighs and, surprisingly, doesn’t take off Jimin’s clothes. Instead, he
pulls his black sweater over his head, revealing his chest. Jimin feels warm all over at the sight.
It’s been a while since Jimin’s seen such a well-defined chest. Jungkook looks like he spends
hours at the gym, his abs look rock solid and his shoulders are so broad it’s almost scary. He
looks big, so big and it makes Jimin’s mouth water.

Jungkook smirks at Jimin’s reaction and there’s no doubt the alpha can smell the arousal
permeating his scent.

“I can’t believe you came here dressed like that. You made absolutely zero effort,” Jimin says to
distract himself and because he hates showing how affected he is by Jungkook.

“I don’t need to put in effort to look good,” Jungkook’s cockiness both annoys and turns Jimin
on.

“I dolled myself up for you.”

“And you look absolutely breathtaking,” Jungkook leans down to peck Jimin’s lips, “but that was
unnecessary because I’m gonna make a mess out of you.”

“You talk such a big game but you still haven’t done anything.”

“I will,” Jungkook sits back. “Do you wanna touch,” he points at his exposed chest.

Jimin pokes one of Jungkook’s pectorals with his index finger, “There. I touched it.”

Jungkook laughs before wrapping his hands around Jimin’s wrists. He smirks down at him as he
pins them to the bed above Jimin’s head. He rearranges himself in between his legs and kisses
him. Jungkook’s grip isn’t strong on Jimin’s wrists. Jimin could probably get out of his hold if he
wanted to but he likes the feeling of being pinned down. Jungkook breaks the kiss.

“You’re so cute.”

“Am not,” Jimin mumbles against Jungkook’s lips.

“You are.”

Jungkook pulls away and lets go of Jimin’s wrists to, _finally_ , unbutton his shirt. He takes it off
of Jimin and throws it on the floor carelessly. Then he goes straight for Jimin’s pants. He takes
them off and Jimin’s left in just his underwear. Jungkook stays silent as he takes in Jimin’s body.
Jimin feels self-conscious, he always does when someone sees him naked or half-naked. He
has stretch marks on his thighs and belly, remnants of his pregnancy. His stomach is soft and
not as well-defined as it was when he was younger. Compared to Jungkook who looks like a
greek god, Jimin isn’t anything special. He might have a pretty face and a nice ass but that’s it
really.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook mutters.

“Thank you,” he says weakly because he doesn’t really believe it.

Jungkook starts trailing kisses down Jimin’s chest. Alternating between brushes of his lips and
open-mouthed kisses. Jimin closes his eyes and relaxes against the mattress. The attention
makes goosebumps rise on his skin, and Jungkook’s strong scent makes his heart beat faster.
Jimin can smell how much Jungkook wants him and it’s almost enough for him to believe he’s
beautiful.
Jungkook keeps whispering praises against Jimin’s skin. Jimin catches the words _pretty,
gorgeous and stunning_ , rolling off of Jungkook’s tongue like a mantra. The more Jungkook
kisses him and the more he compliments him, the more breathless Jimin gets. He can feel slick
pooling on his hole when Jungkook tongues at his nipples, biting the hardening nub in between
his teeth while he plays with the other with his fingers.

Moans escape Jimin’s mouth and his scent becomes more prominent, mixing with Jungkook’s
own. Jimin hates to admit that their combined scents smell amazing. It smells like a forest in the
spring, when flowers bloom and trees get greener. It feels like a safe-haven, like a place you go
to when you want to escape reality.

Jimin buries his fingers in Jungkook’s dark hair and Jungkook growls when he gently tugs on it.
It makes Jimin smile but Jungkook is too busy kissing down his stomach to see it. The closer
Jungkook gets to Jimin’s slick-soiled boxers, the heavier his breathing gets. Jungkook’s tongue
is almost hanging out of his mouth like he’s trying to taste Jimin’s scent.

“Can I?” Jungkook asks as he runs the pad of his fingers along the waistband of Jimin’s boxers.

“Please,” Jimin says, his hands leaving Jungkook’s hair to settle at his sides.

Jungkook slides the fabric down Jimin’s legs before spreading them. He eyes are trained on
Jimin’s glistening hole and Jimin tries not to show how insecure he feels.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out.

“Can we get on with it,” Jimin says impatiently.

“Can I eat you out?” Jungkook’s eyes never waver from Jimin’s hole and Jimin can’t help the
blush on his cheeks.

“You can do whatever you want.”

Jungkook seems to like that answer because he purrs in satisfaction and Jimin thinks alphas
are so easy to please. A few simple words and they’re putty in omegas’ hands.

“Are you gonna play with me some more or can I roll over?” Jimin says mischievously. He’s sure
that if Jungkook had it his way he’d kiss every inch of Jimin’s body for hours. Jimin doesn’t have
enough patience for that though.

“Please do.”

Jungkook finally looks away from Jimin’s hole to smile at him instead. Jimin maneuvers his body
so that he’s lying flat on his stomach, head resting against his crossed arms.
“Oh my god,” Jungkook lets out and he sounds shocked.

Jimin looks over his shoulder and can see him looking wide eyed at his ass.

“Great ass, huh?” Jimin laughs.

Jungkook’s reactions are so candid sometimes, Jimin can’t help but laugh at his phone or,
today, at his face. Jungkook doesn't even answer Jimin, he simply gapes at his ass.

“Do something with it now,” Jimin wiggles his ass teasingly but Jungkook stops him by pinning
his hips to the bed. Jimin gasps at the strength behind his grip.

“Don’t do that,” Jungkook’s tone leaves no room for defiance.

“Why not?” Jimin asks anyway.

“You can’t just present yourself to me like this and expect me to not take you right now.”

“Thought you wanted to have a taste first,” Jimin can’t see Jungkook’s face but he can feel in
the way his grip tightens around his hips that he’s running on thin ice.

“I don’t think you understand the signals you’re sending,” Jungkook’s voice is more growling
than it is actual talking and it sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine.

“Mmh. I know exactly the signals I’m sending,” Jimin pauses, “ _alpha_.”

Jungkook grabs a fistful of Jimin’s hair and pulls on it to bring Jimin’s head up. Jimin has to arch
his back to accommodate the new position. Jungkook brushes his mouth against the shell of
Jimin’s ear. He feels hot against Jimin, like his skin is burning.

“Stop.”

Jimin smiles because this is exactly what he wants from Jungkook. For him to take charge and
tell him what to do, or what not to do. He wants to keep pushing his limits though, to see how
long it takes until he snaps.

Jimin pushes against Jungkook’s hold on his hips, grinding his ass against his clothed cock.
Jungkook growls and Jimin gasps because he’s big, way bigger than he expected. Jimin’s
mouth waters and more slick drips out of his hole and down his thighs.

“Jimin.” It’s a warning.

Jimin doesn’t listen to him. He repeats the motion, grinding against his length and he can feel it
twitch. Jimin doesn’t know if it’s his disobedience that turns Jungkook on or simply the fact that
he’s finally getting some friction.

Jungkook digs his teeth in the back of Jimin’s neck and Jimin stops moving entirely. His heart
skips a beat in shock but his dick twitches in arousal. A loud growl makes its way out of
Jungkook’s chest and Jimin doesn’t feel like defying him anymore. Jimin whines in submission.

Jimin’s always liked to be dominated in bed. Alphas tend to usually be naturally dominant but
not all of them are good at dominating omegas. Jimin’s never found someone to drive him crazy
to the point where all he wants to do is lie down and take whatever he’s given. He always talks
back, misbehaves and teases. Most alphas are amused by his behavior. They think that a little
slap on the ass is enough to put Jimin in his place and maybe Jimin plays the part, acts like it’s
enough but it never is.

_This_. No one’s ever done this before. Jimin’s omega likes it. Jimin likes it.

Jungkook lets go of Jimin, licking the bite marks to soothe the slight pain. He didn’t dig his teeth
enough to break the skin, it was just a warning. Jimin drops his head on the bed, his cheek is
squished against the mattress, his lips are parted and he’s panting.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispers so softly Jimin barely hears it over the sound of his racing
heart.

Jimin nods quickly, “Keep going.”

Jungkook brushes his lips against Jimin’s cheek before leaning away. Jimin feels cold without
the warmth of his chest against his back. Jungkook wraps a hand on the back on Jimin’s neck to
push him into the mattress and Jimin moans, heat spreading in the pit of his stomach.

His thighs are drenched in slick and his cock is hard against his stomach. Jimin gasps when
Jungkook slides a finger in between his cheeks, rubbing against Jimin’s hole. Jimin forces
himself not to push his hips into the touch. Instead he grips the sheets tightly on each side of his
head. He’s completely at Jungkook’s mercy and the thought only serves to produce more slick,
no doubt drenching Jungkook’s whole hand.

“Since you want my cock so bad, I’m just gonna prep you and give it to you,” the growl in
Jungkook’s voice is constant.

Jungkook pushes his middle finger inside Jimin in one swift motion. The stretch doesn’t even
stings. Jimin’s body is ready to take an alpha’s cock, Jungkook could probably slide in right now
if he wanted to. Jimin’s glad he doesn’t though because the stretch would actually hurt. Not all
alphas are as patient as Jungkook is.
Jungkook quickly adds a second finger in and Jimin takes it just as well. Jimin moans into the
mattress when Jungkook starts fucking his fingers in and out of him, deep and slow. It’s not
enough yet it feels amazing.

“You’re so wet,” Jungkook says, crooking his fingers in search of Jimin’s prostate. Jimin isn’t
holding his breath though, alphas often lose patience before they find it.

“For you,” Jimin mewls out when the tips of Jungkook’s fingers almost brush against his sweet
spot.

“Yeah?” Jungkook breathes out. “Are you always this wet, Jimin?”

Jimin yelps and buries his face into the mattress when Jungkook finally hits his prostate. Jimin
could cry from how good it feels. He bucks his hips up to push Jungkook’s fingers deeper but
Jungkook pulls away from his prostate on purpose. Jimin’s whine is muffled and his knuckles
are white from how hard he’s gripping the sheets.

“Answer me, Jimin,” Jungkook commands.

Jimin tilts his head to the side to answer, “No. Just for you.”

Jungkook hums in satisfaction before pushing his fingers against Jimin’s prostate. Jimin
screams into the mattress when he massages his sweet spot. It’s been so long since he’s been
this stimulated, he feels like he’s gonna lose his mind. Jungkook grabs a fistful of Jimin’s hair to
turn his head to the side.

“Let me hear you.”

The sound of Jimin’s moans and the squelch of Jungkook’s fingers fucking into his wet heat fill
the room. Jungkook alternates between fucking Jimin deep and slow and hard and fast. Jimin
thinks he could come just from his fingers and he didn’t think that was possible for someone to
be _that_ good at fingering.

Jimin’s a slobbering mess when Jungkook pushes a third finger inside him. The stretch feels
delightful but it’s probably nothing compared to what Jungkook’s cock will feel like. Jimin can’t
stop thinking about how big it felt against his ass earlier. He wants Jungkook’s cock so bad it’s
almost pathetic.

“Please,” Jimin whimpers.

“What is it, baby?” Jungkook sounds breathless even though he hasn’t been touched yet.
“Give me…”, Jimin can’t form sentences when Jungkook’s fingers are buried against his
prostate, “give it to me.”

“Give what to you?” Jungkook chuckles darkly.

“Your cock,” Jimin whines.

Jungkook’s answer is to fuck Jimin harder with his fingers, jostling his body every time he
pushes in. Jimin can feel tears prickling at the corner of his eyes, saliva is dribbling out of his
mouth and onto the sheets and Jimin’s pretty sure his entire face is flushed pink.

Jungkook hits Jimin’s prostate one last time before pulling his fingers out of Jimin. Jimin whines
at the loss which doesn’t make sense because he’s the one who begged for Jungkook’s cock a
few minutes ago. Jimin looks over his shoulder in time to catch Jungkook licking his fingers
clean, tasting Jimin.

He looks completely disheveled, hair a mess on top of his head. His nostrils are flaring, taking
huge inhales of Jimin’s scent like he wants it to be engraved in his brain forever. Jimin growls at
the gorgeous sight. The young alpha looks absolutely breathtaking. Their eyes meet and Jimin
wonders if the alpha can tell his omega is taking over. It’s not often that happens but right now
Jimin feels like he’s losing himself completely, which isn’t necessarily a good thing.

He doesn’t like losing control when he’s all alone with an alpha. He doesn’t trust them not to
take advantage of him. Jungkook has a strange effect on Jimin’s omega. Jimin feels like he can
trust him but he’s only met the guy two weeks ago. It makes no sense and it’s a dangerous train
of thought that Jimin buries deep in his mind.

Jimin breaks the eye contact, dropping his head on the mattress. Jungkook gets off the bed to
take his pants and underwear off. Jimin repositions himself, lifting his hips up but Jungkook
stops him.

“Not like this. Turn around.”

Jimin’s surprised by the request. From what he’s learned from past experiences, alphas like
when omegas present themselves face down, ass up. He’s always been fucked this way by his
one night stands. The only alpha that’s ever fucked him in other positions was Haewon’s father
but it’s because they were in a relationship for 3 years.

Jimin still does as Jungkook asks, lying down on his back, head resting against the pillows.
Jungkook is completely naked and Jimin’s eyes trail down his body, taking it in. They stop on
Jungkook’s hard cock. It looks even bigger than it felt against Jimin’s ass and Jimin’s not sure
how it’s going to fit inside him. He’s excited to find out though.
Jungkook crawls onto the bed on his hands and knees to position himself over Jimin. He looks
like a predator with the smug expression on his face, visibly pleased that Jimin was checking
him out. Unsurprisingly, he seems very proud of his attributes.

Jungkook brings a hand up to Jimin’s face and wipes saliva off of his chin. Jimin blushes
because he must look gross right now. He didn’t even realize he still had spit all over his face.

“Beautiful,” Jungkook says, looking at Jimin in awe.

“Can you,” Jimin cuts himself because he’s not sure if he’s allowed to talk. Jungkook doesn’t
react though so he keeps going, “Please. Can you fuck me?”

“Are you gonna be good?” Jungkook caresses Jimin’s cheek with his thumb.

“Yes.”

It’s not like Jimin to be so docile but maybe Jungkook was right when he said he’d teach him
how to be. Jimin doesn’t even feel like disobeying him. He actually wants to be good and to
make Jungkook proud. Jungkook smiles and nuzzles against his cheek.

“You can be such a good omega when you want to be.”

Jimin nods, pleased that Jungkook’s alpha thinks so.

“Will you take my cock like a good omega too?”

Jimin whines and chases Jungkook’s lips with his own to avoid answering. Jungkook tuts
disapprovingly and moves out of reach.

“Will you?” He raises an eyebrow inquisitively.

“I will,” Jimin can barely hold his gaze.

“How well will you take my cock?” Jungkook smirks.

“Why don’t you fuck me and find out?”

Judging from the shit-eating grin on his face, Jungkook seems pleased by Jimin’s answer. Jimin
wants to slap himself and Jungkook in the face. There’s just something about Jungkook that
makes him want to talk back more than usual. Maybe it’s because he knows Jungkook likes it.
Or maybe it’s because Jungkook’s younger than him and he hates submitting to a baby alpha.

“There he is,” Jungkook says, “my feisty little omega.”

“I’m not your omega.”

Something flashes over Jungkook’s face but it’s gone as soon as it appears. Jimin doesn’t want
to think about it too much.

“Tonight you are,” Jungkook’s tone is dark.

“Then how about you take care of your omega, baby alpha?”

Jungkook looks at him intently before kissing him hungrily. The kiss lacks finesse, it’s just a
mess of tongue and teeth. Jimin digs his nails into Jungkook’s back and Jungkook digs his in
Jimin’s thigh. It’s mean and it’s meant to get a rise out of the other.

Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist to grind their hips together. They both moan into
the kiss when their cocks meet. Jungkook’s a lot bigger than Jimin and the weight of his cock
against his hip makes his mouth water. He needs Jungkook to be inside him yesterday. Jimin
breaks the kiss and they pant in each other’s mouths.

“Come on. Show me what you’re made of.”

Jungkook sucks Jimin’s bottom lip in between his lips one last time before sitting in between his
legs. Jimin hadn’t noticed Jungkook had brought a condom but he’s glad to see he’s
responsible. Jungkook opens the wrapper before sliding the condom on his cock. Jimin licks his
lips at the sight.

Jimin spreads his legs to expose his hole and the motion catches Jungkook’s attention.
Jungkook leans over Jimin, one hand holding him up while he guides his cock to Jimin’s
entrance with the other.

“Ready?”

Jimin nods and braces himself for the stretch. Jungkook pushes the tip of his cock inside of
Jimin and it’s already a lot. Jimin genuinely doesn’t think his entire cock is gonna fit.

“You have to relax,” Jungkook says as he observes Jimin’s face attentively.

“You’re fucking big,” Jimin breathes out, eyes locked on Jungkook’s cock.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. It’s just a lot.”

Jungkook catches his lips in a kiss to distract him. Jungkook’s scent turns sweeter and the effect
on Jimin is instant. He relaxes against the mattress, hands splayed out on Jungkook’s back.
Jungkook pushes deeper inside Jimin and Jimin takes it way better than he expected. It doesn’t
take long for Jungkook to bury himself to the hilt inside Jimin.

Jimin feels so full it’s overwhelming. It feels so good to finally have Jungkook inside of him. He
can feel Jungkook tremble above him and Jimin can relate. Nothing’s ever felt this good and
Jungkook isn’t even moving yet. Jungkook breaks the kiss and buries his face in the mattress
beside Jimin’s head. Jimin’s lips brush against his shoulder and he wraps his arms tight around
his waist. It’s like they’re still not close enough.

Jungkook is panting against Jimin’s ear as he starts to move his hips. Jimin moans because the
slide of his cock against his walls feels incredible. Jungkook pulls out to the tip before fucking
back inside Jimin and the both of them groan at the feeling.

Jungkook fucks Jimin deep and slow and each thrusts feel better each time. Jungkook’s body is
draped all over Jimin’s and Jimin feels like he’s going to suffocate from the heat their bodies are
generating. Jimin feels like his skin is on fire and he’s kind of addicted to the feeling.

“Jimin,” Jungkook mutters against his ear, “you feel so good.”

Jimin mewls when Jungkook snaps his hips harder. He runs his hands over Jungkook’s back
and he can feel goosebumps rising on his skin.

“I was right. You sound so pretty, Jimin.”

Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head and a loud moan escapes his lips when Jungkook finally
hits his prostate. Jungkook angles his hips in just the right way to keep hitting it at every thrust.

Jimin’s going to lose his mind because Jungkook is amazing at this. It’s like he knows Jimin’s
body by heart and knows exactly where to touch him, how to touch him. Jimin’s always
expected that _the perfect alpha_ would have to fuck him real hard to give him the best orgasm
of his life, but he’s not so sure anymore. Maybe what he’s been looking for wasn’t dominance
and a mean fuck. Perhaps what he’s always needed from alphas was attentiveness.
Attentiveness to his body and to his reactions.

It’s mind blowing to Jimin that a 21-year-old alpha is able to give him what he’s always been
looking for, when experienced alphas couldn’t.

“More,” Jimin mutters, “Jungkook, please. More.”

Jungkook braces himself on his forearms and looks down at Jimin. Drops of sweat roll down his
forehead and onto his temples. He looks so hot Jimin feels like he’s going to combust.
“Kiss,” Jimin demands.

Jungkook chuckles but still grants Jimin his wish. He kisses him softly, never ceasing the
movement of his hips. They break the kiss when Jimin gasps. Jungkook stopped moving,
instead burying himself deep inside Jimin and rolling his hips to massage Jimin’s prostate with
the tip of his cock.

“Jungkook,” Jimin grunts out, dropping his head onto the pillow and exposing his neck.

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls.

Jimin doesn’t mean to make it harder for Jungkook, he doesn’t mean to present his neck to the
alpha but he can’t help but love Jungkook’s reaction.

“You’re killing me, Jimin,” Jungkook breathes out and he actually looks distressed.

“Please.”

“What do you need?” Jungkook sounds desperate like he’s willing to bend over backwards to
please Jimin.

“You,” Jimin tightens his legs around Jungkook’s waist to bring him even closer.

“I’m right here, baby,” Jungkook nuzzle Jimin’s temple more to comfort himself than Jimin.

“Fuck me harder,” Jimin tries to buck his hips up to fuck himself on Jungkook’s cock but it’s
useless.

Jungkook peppers kisses all over Jimin’s cheek before sitting in between Jimin’s legs. Jimin
can’t stop the whine that escapes his lips. Jungkook’s too far away, his omega doesn’t like it.
Jungkook puts his hands on the back of Jimin’s knees to bend his legs over his chest. He raises
his eyebrows in surprise when he feels no resistance.

“Fuck. You’re so flexible.”

“I’m a dancer.”

“You’re a dancer?” Jungkook deadpans.

“Yeah.”

“You never told me this.”

“You never asked.”

“Fuck, you really are a walking wet dream.”

Jimin smiles but it’s quickly wiped off of his face when Jungkook’s starts moving again. The new
angle is even better than the previous one. Jungkook’s cock hits his prostate dead on each time.
Jungkook starts to fuck him faster and harder, snapping his hips forward until they slap against
Jimin’s ass.

Jimin can’t breathe, it feels too good. He desperately looks for something to hold onto but all he
finds are the sheets. Jungkook’s cock feels heavenly inside him and the sight of his abs flexing
every time he moves makes Jimin’s cock twitch. There’s a pool of precome on his stomach and
his cock is blood red, begging to be touched.

Jimin’s literally bent in half while Jungkook’s pounding into him. All that can be heard in the
room is the sound of their moans, grunts and the slapping of their skin. Jungkook’s fucking Jimin
so hard, his body starts to move up the bed at every thrust. The headboard hits the wall and
Jimin is certain the people in the room next door will file a complaint to the hotel. Jimin doesn’t
really care, he’s being fucked so good the whole world could hear him and he still wouldn’t care.

Jimin pushes against the headboard to stop them from moving further up the bed. His arms
almost hurt from the force of Jungkook’s thrusts and Jungkook doesn’t seem to care that he’s
fucking Jimin into the mattress.

“Do you like that?” Jungkook growls out.

His thrusts are becoming more erratic. He’s getting close and Jimin can’t blame him. The boy’s
been fucking him relentlessly without giving himself a break. He deserves to come, Jimin
wouldn’t blame him.

“Yeah,” Jimin manages to answer in between moans and cries of pleasure.

“Would a baby alpha fuck you like this?”

“No,” Jimin whines.

“Am I alpha enough for you, Jimin?” Jungkook’s breathless, his face is soaked in sweat and his
cheeks are flushed pink from the effort.

“Yes,” Jimin moans, “such a good alpha. Perfect alpha”

Jungkook growls and it’s way too loud, people will definitely hear that. Jungkook lets go of
Jimin’s legs. Instead he grabs Jimin’s hips and lifts them off the bed, holding them up in the air
and fucking into Jimin faster, harder.

Jimin’s screaming because Jungkook is so fucking good. He’s perfect, absolutely and
devastatingly perfect. All Jimin knows is _Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook_.

Jimin’s orgasm doesn’t build gradually, it hits him all at once and unannounced. One minute all
he sees is Jungkook and the next he sees stars. Jimin thrashes against the mattress, hands
flying up to the sheets, then the headboard and then Jungkook’s wrists. Jimin can’t feel anything
but extreme pleasure. It’s almost like an out of body experience.

Jimin doesn’t even feel Jungkook coming into the condom, all he knows is that all of a sudden
his prostate isn’t being abused anymore and his hips hit the mattress.

Jungkook falls onto Jimin’s body, head buried against the mattress on the side of Jimin’s head.
They’re both breathing heavily and they’re both trembling, waves of pleasure still coursing
through their bodies.

Jimin doesn’t know how long it takes for them to come down from their orgasm, all he knows is
that Jungkook’s still buried deep inside of him and the thought alone of being empty upsets him.
Jungkook must pick up on the spike of distress in his scent because he moves to look at Jimin.

“Are you okay?”

Jimin doesn’t think he can talk right now so he brings Jungkook’s head down and nuzzles
against his scent gland. The pure unadulterated scent instantly brings comfort to Jimin’s omega.
Jungkook didn’t say anything about scenting. He didn’t say Jimin could scent him and he didn’t
say he couldn't scent him. Jimin knows it’s wrong to do it without asking for his permission but
Jungkook doesn’t pull away when Jimin spreads his own scent all over Jungkook.

Jungkook lets Jimin do as he pleases. Jimin mouths at his scent gland, licking over it a few
times as if to taste him. Jimin can’t get enough of it. He can’t bear the thought of Jungkook
leaving this room without being drenched in Jimin’s scent. It’s such a primal need to want
Jungkook to smell like him for days, it’s probably way out of line for a one night stand but Jimin
can’t help himself.

When Jimin’s sure he’s scented Jungkook thoroughly he pulls back, dropping his head on the
pillow. Jungkook looks dazed by the scenting, almost as much as Jimin does. Jimin doesn’t
want to think about what it means and he’s not in the right state for his brain to properly process
what he’s just done.

Jungkook bends down to kiss Jimin. Their lips slide against each other slowly like they have all
the time in the world. Jungkook cups one side of Jimin’s face, caressing his cheek with his
thumb. Jungkook’s acting like a real alpha which is stupid to say because Jungkook _is_ an
alpha, but he tends to act like a child most of the time. Right here, right now though, in Jimin’s
arms, he feels like a real alpha. Not a baby alpha. He takes care of Jimin like a real alpha.

They break apart and Jungkook rubs their noses together, earning a smile from Jimin.

“I’m gonna pull out now.”

Jimin doesn’t want him to but he knows it’s inevitable. He kind of wishes he’d allowed Jungkook
to knot him, that way they could stay locked together for half an hour or so.

“Okay.”

Jimin hisses when Jungkook’s tip catches on his sensitive rim and he tries his hardest to control
his scent when he’s finally empty. He expected it to feel bad but he didn’t expect it to feel this
bad. His omega wants to cry out and claw its way out of Jimin’s head. Jungkook gets off the bed
and gets rid of the condom. He heads to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth.

Jimin tries to regulate his breathing and to think about something else. Anything but how empty
he feels. He tells himself that at least he got the best orgasm of his life out of meeting Jungkook.
That Jungkook kept true to his word and made Jimin feel good, really fucking good.

Jimin doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know if he should get cleaned up and leave. He
doesn’t know what Jungkook is thinking. Will he just leave Jimin in this hotel room and never
contact him again? Jimin doesn’t know why he’s so bothered by the thought because this is
simply a one night stand. It’s not like he wants more from Jungkook. He’s mostly just upset
about the fact this might be just a one time thing. Jimin’s finally found what he’s been looking for
and he would hate to just go back to his life and to never experience something as mind blowing
as this.

Jungkook gets back from the bathroom and he cleans Jimin thoroughly. Jungkook’s
attentiveness doesn’t only translate in the way he has sex but in everything else he does as
well. Jimin likes that about him.

Jungkook gets rid of the washcloth and plops himself down on the bed. He props his head up on
his hand and smiles down at Jimin.

“So. Was it worth the wait?”

And just like that Jimin feels a hundred times better. He doesn’t know what it is about Jungkook
but he’s good at making Jimin feel comfortable and safe. His casual tone makes this whole
situation casual. Jimin shouldn’t overthink so much.
“I think you already know the answer,” Jimin smiles back.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“It was good.”

“Just good?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow but the smirk on his face shows he knows Jimin is
downplaying it.

“It was great.”

“Come on, you can do better than this.”

“You’re the best I’ve ever had.”

For some reason it shuts Jungkook up and he actually looks surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair and Jungkook follows the movement.

“That wasn’t even me at my best, though.”

Jimin frowns, “It wasn’t?”

“Nah, sweetheart. I can do way better than this. I was actually tired today,” Jimin wants to wipe
the smug expression off of his face.

“Well, that was amazing. Thank you.”

Jungkook's expression shifts to a softer one, “You were amazing too.”

Jimin smiles at him and he’s so fond of the boy. Jungkook always makes sure to reassure or
compliment Jimin without being asked. He seems good at reading people which surprises Jimin
because boys like Jungkook usually don’t care much for other people. Jungkook comes across
a certain way that’s completely different than what he might actually be.

“We should go,” Jimin says before getting off the bed and heading to his clothes, “I have to get
home.”

“Is Haewon waiting for you?” Jungkook asks, getting off the bed and putting his clothes back on
too.
“No, she’s at her dad’s.”

“Oh, her dad’s in the picture?” Jungkook asks curiously.

“Yeah, he takes care of her on some weekends.”

Jungkook hums and Jimin can tell he wants to ask more but he doesn't know if he can. Jimin
doesn’t really want to talk about it anyway. Jungkook’s just a fuck, he doesn’t need to know
about Jimin’s failures.

Once they’re fully clothed, they leave the room and head to the reception. Jungkook gives the
key back and Jimin can tell the beta behind the counter is being judgmental. An alpha and an
omega checking out of a room a few hours after checking in says it all. Jimin doesn’t really care
about what she thinks.

It’s awkward when they stand on the sidewalk, looking at each other and waiting for the other to
say something. Jimin’s the one to break the silence.

“Thanks again for tonight. If you ever feel like doing it again, just text me.”

“Really? You would have sex with me again?”

“I’d be crazy to just let you go when you’ve made me feel this good. I wouldn’t mind meeting up
again,” Jimin shrugs.

“No strings attached?” Jungkook asks.

“Obviously.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything for a while before offering his hand to Jimin.

“Deal.”

Jimin scoffs and rolls his eyes at him but shakes his hand nonetheless.

“Deal.”

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2. Chapter 2

Notes for the Chapter:

> Thank you guys so much for your lovely comments on the first chapter! I really appreciate
your support and I'm excited to share more of this story with you! ♥

Jungkook is tired. Exhausted even. He didn’t manage to get any sleep after the night he spent
with Jimin. He couldn’t stop thinking about him; how good he looked underneath him, how hot
he sounded and how good he felt around his cock. It’s hard to forget about him when Jimin’s
scent is all over him. Jungkook doesn’t even smell like himself anymore.

He managed to avoid his frat brothers this morning which he’s thankful for because they would
have definitely commented on Jungkook’s state. Knowing them they would have made fun of
Jungkook, teasing him about how he found himself a cute little mate. Jungkook skipped
breakfast just to avoid them.

Now, it’s 2PM and Jungkook is finally done with his classes for the day. He needs food and
sleep. He can’t even see where he’s going, passing by students who are just as exhausted as
he is. Jungkook feels like he’s sleep walking, counting on his muscle memory to take him home.
He doesn’t even notice Taehyung running towards him and calling his name until he stops right
in front of him.

“Woah,” Taehyung says, scrunching his nose up, “you smell…different.”

Jungkook blinks at him, eyes stinging from the lack of sleep, “Oh, yeah.”

“You look like shit,” Taehyung smiles, adjusting his backpack over his shoulders.

“I couldn’t sleep last night.”

“How come?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about Jimin,” Jungkook sighs, arousal pooling at the pit of his stomach
at the thought, “dude-”.

“Don’t call me dude,” Taehyung cuts him off, rolling his eyes.

“Listen,” Jungkook continues, “Jimin is incredible. We had sex and he was just...I don’t know, I
don’t have words to explain how great he was.”
“That good huh?”

Good doesn’t even cover it. Jungkook’s never had sex with someone like Jimin before.
Someone who talks back and teases him. Sex with Jimin is exciting, thrilling. Jungkook never
knows what to expect from him. He also looked and sounded incredible. Jimin’s moans will be
engraved in Jungkook’s brain forever.

“Mind blowing,” Jungkook answers. “No other omega can compare.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen but he smiles at Jungkook, “Are you just talking about the sex?”

Jungkook frowns, “Yeah, I think.”

He can tell Taehyung isn’t convinced and Jungkook isn’t even sure he convinces himself. He
doesn’t really want to think about it too much though. He shouldn’t think about it because he
would only set himself up for disappointment.

“He scented me,” Jungkook says, biting on his bottom lip.

“I can tell,” Taehyung smirks.” That’s… something.”

Jungkook isn’t even sure why Jimin scented him. It’s not something a one night stand usually
does and Jungkook really didn’t expect that from Jimin because he’s so guarded all the time.
Scenting is pretty intimate and is done between mates or family. Of course, everyone is different
and possessive wolves like to scent others just to stake some kind of claim. Jungkook didn’t
really think Jimin was the possessive type but he might have been wrong.

“Maybe,” Jungkook sighs. He can feel a headache coming.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asks, stepping closer to Jungkook to rest a hand on his shoulder. His
vanilla scent reaches Jungkook’s nostrils and makes him relax instantly. Taehyung smells like
home and comfort.

“Yeah. I think my wolf is confused,” Jungkook scratches the back of his head. “About the
scenting thing. I like smelling like him but it’s just… weird.”

“You should ask him why he did it,” Taehyung squeezes Jungkook’s shoulder twice before
letting his hand fall to his side.

“I don’t want him to think I care. It would freak him out.”

“You do care.”
“I don’t _care_. I’m just confused and probably still dazed from the scenting. I’ll be fine Tae,”
Jungkook gives Taehyung a reassuring smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“If you say so,” Taehyung says. “Are you going to see him again?”

“Yeah, he said I could text him if I wanted to fuck him again.”

“That’s great,” Taehyung smiles though there’s still a hint of concern in his eyes. “You should go
home and rest.”

Jungkook yawns as if on cue, covering his mouth with a hand. He nods before hugging Tae,
inhaling his familiar scent to calm his racing thoughts.

“Thanks Tae,” Jungkook smiles at Taehyung. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, see you tomorrow.”

Jungkook waves at him before walking back home. It’s a ten minutes walk and Jungkook’s brain
can’t think of anything else but _Jimin, Jimin, Jimin_. It’s probably because Jungkook smells like
flowers. Beautiful blooming flowers. Beautiful just like Jimin.

Jungkook sighs and shakes his head but it does nothing. He takes his phone out of his pocket
and opens Jimin’s contact. He doesn’t think before typing and even when he sends the texts he
doesn’t have the strength to care about how it makes him sound.

**To jimin nom nom:

** hey
just wanted to say that you’re the best i’ve ever had too
you were incredible
i hope we can meet again soon
have a good day jimin ♥

…………&…………

“What the fuck are you two doing here?” Hoseok says when he opens his front door.

“You’re as pleasant as ever,” Seokjin smiles before pushing past Hoseok to enter his apartment.
Jimin follows him and laughs when Hoseok rolls his eyes.
“This is my day off, you guys can’t just invite yourselves over without telling me first. I was about
to take a bath and drink some wine.”

Jimin and Seokjin sit comfortably on Hoseok’s couch and Hoseok reluctantly does the same.
He’s not actually mad, it’s something they often do. Jimin knows he can come knocking at their
doors anytime and that he’ll be welcome. Same goes to them. Many time during their years of
friendship, Jimin has had to welcome a crying Seokjin or a stressed Hoseok at his doorstep. It’s
who they are, they’re family and they’re always there for each other.

“It’s an emergency,” Seokjin says and Jimin sighs.

“It’s not an emergency.”

“Why are you here then?”

“I had sex with Jungkook last night,” Jimin says and he totally expected his friends reactions.

“What!?”

“Did he have a big dick?”

Seokjin and Jimin turn to Hoseok, a matching judgy expression on their faces.

“What?” Hoseok raises his hands in the air. “I’m just asking.”

Seokjin ignores him, “How was it?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“He was the best I’ve ever had,” Jimin smiles. “You were right about young alphas stamina, Jin
hyung. I don’t think I can ever fuck anyone else.”

Jungkook’s a very attentive lover which is actually surprising for a 21-year-old. He made sure
Jimin was enjoying it and he made him feel special. Jimin can’t stop thinking about how good
Jungkook’s body felt against his. Even though there’s no remnants of Jungkook’s scent on
Jimin, it’s still engraved in his brain.

“That sounds…” Seokjin doesn’t finish his sentence but Jimin knows exactly what he’s implying.

“I just mean no one’s ever gonna fuck me as good as he does.”

“You don’t know that,” Hoseok says as he rests his feet on the coffee table.

“I don’t wanna try having sex with other alphas just to be disappointed about their mediocre
stroke game,” Jimin crosses his arms and he knows it makes him look like a petulant child.
“Are you gonna see him again?” Seokjin asks as he hugs a pillow to his chest.

“Yes.”

“So what are you guys?” Hoseok asks.

“I don’t know,” Jimin sighs. “Acquaintances with benefits? Who cares. I’m finally getting good
sex.”

“Maybe you’ll stop being so aggressive all the time,” Hoseok replies.

Jimin takes Seokjin’s pillow and throws it at Hoseok. Hoseok barely stops it from hitting him in
the face.

“Or maybe not.”

Jimin sighs and sinks into the couch. He doesn’t know what Jungkook and him are, he just
knows he doesn’t want them to be anything more than just people who have sex together.
Jungkook is a young alpha though, Jimin’s not really afraid he’ll catch feelings for him because
young alphas tend to prioritize their sex lives over their romantic lives. Which is totally fine with
Jimin.

“He sent me a text earlier,” Jimin mumbles, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth.

“What did he say?” Seokjin asks.

Jimin takes his phone out of his pocket and opens the messages before showing it to Seokjin
who smiles. He takes Jimin’s phone and hands it to Hoseok who seems more surprised.

“You were his best,” Seokjin says, still smiling. “That’s cute.”

“It’s so unlike him to text me something like this.”

“What do you mean?” Hoseok frowns, handing the phone back to Jimin.

“He’s always saying stupid shit. He’s never serious. It’s the first time he actually sounds sincere
about something,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Seokjin looks confused.

“I guess,” Jimin shrugs. “I’m just not used to it.”

Jimin doesn’t know how to handle sincere Jungkook. He knows how to play their push and pull
game. That’s their comfort zone. But, this is just confusing to Jimin.

“Are we just gonna ignore the elephant in the room?” Hoseok says.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asks, tilting his head to the side.

“He sounds like he’s catching feelings.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Jimin rolls his eyes but panic still rises in his chest.

“You can tell from a few texts?” Seokjin raises an eyebrow at Hoseok. He looks unconvinced.

“He put a heart at the end.”

“He always does that though,” Jimin quickly clarifies.”It’s just flirting.”

“Yeah but he usually does it ironically and this isn’t him being ironic.”

“He’s not catching feelings, okay,” Jimin’s voice rises. He doesn’t mean to sound so curt. “I
scented him,” Seokjin and Hoseok look shocked and like they’re about to say something but
Jimin doesn’t let them. “I didn’t mean to. He just…,” Jimin sighs, running a hand over his face,
“he fucked me really well and my omega kind of took over. You know how possessive I get
sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything though.”

Jimin feels like he’s trying to convince himself more than his friends. He never does this, it
doesn’t make sense for him to lose control like this. He just felt so empty and scared once
Jungkook was done, it felt reassuring to scent him. Jungkook made him feel so good he wanted
to leave his scent all over him so other wolves would know he’s Jimin’s.

Which doesn’t make sense because Jungkook isn’t his. Jimin’s omega is just possessive and
doesn’t like to share.

“So what?” Hoseok says. “You want to be exclusive?”

Jimin groans, “No. I don’t care if he fucks other omegas. I just wanted to leave my scent on him
so he doesn’t forget about me.”

“You could have just given him a hickey, you know,” Seokjin says, smirking.

“It’s not the same,” Jimin says. “He’s probably still dazed from the scenting, that’s why he sent
me those texts. It’s nothing.”
“What if it’s something?” Hoseok’s eyes widen comically and it makes Jimin laugh.

“It’s not, hyung.”

Seokjin mimics Hoseok’s expression and Jimin feels cornered, “Stop it!”

It’s nothing. Jimin wants it to be nothing.

…………&…………

Jimin sighs heavily and rubs at his temples. It’s only 7:30AM and he already has a headache.
Haewon is supposed to be at school at 8AM and she’s still not dressed. She would be if she
actually listened to Jimin but it’s one of those days where she’s being difficult for no apparent
reason.

“Please, Haewon,” Jimin says, holding up his daughter’s jeans for her to put them on. “We have
to leave soon.”

“I don’t want to wear those,” Haewon says, swinging her hair back.

Haewon’s apparently turned into a fashionista overnight and Jimin doesn’t think he can handle
another rejection.

“What’s wrong with those jeans?”

“I wore them last week already.”

“So?” Jimin frowns.

“I want to wear something new,” Haewon says, pouting. “Chaeyoung’s mom always buys her
new clothes so she never wears the same things. I want to wear something new too.”

Jimin groans and looks at the ceiling, begging whoever’s listening to help him deal with this.
Chaeyoung is a spoiled brat but Jimin can’t say that to his 8-year-old child. He’s supposed to set
a good example, and talking badly about another kid isn’t very acceptable.

“You don’t have anything new, baby,” Jimin sighs. “What about your favorite dress?”

“Fine,” Haewon says, rolling her eyes. It’s something she definitely picked up from Jimin.
“Good,” Jimin takes the yellow dress out of her closet, “here.”

Jimin helps Haewon put it on as well as some black tights and then hushes her over to the
bathroom to put her hair in a ponytail. They manage to leave their apartment at 7:50AM and are
only 5 minutes late, which is a miracle.

Jimin leaves Haewon with her teacher and goes back to his car, dropping into the driver’s seat.
He’s exhausted and he still has to go to work today. Jimin’s phone buzzes and when he checks
his notifications he freezes.

It’s been two days since Jungkook texted him. It’s also been two days without a reply from
Jimin. Jimin didn’t know what to answer. He also didn’t feel like it warranted a response but he
knows that if Seokjin and Hoseok were there, they would be scolding him.

**From baby alpha:

**so you’re really just gonna ignore me?

**To baby alpha:

**what?

**From baby alpha:

** it’s been two days
the least you could have done was say thank you
or something
anything but radio silence

Jimin blinks at the words. He doesn’t understand where this is coming from.

**To baby alpha:

**what?
**From baby alpha:
**is that why you didn’t reply?

There’s a lump in Jimin’s throat and his heart starts racing. Maybe that’s why he didn’t reply.
Maybe Seokjin and Hoseok got in his head and he feels like Jungkook is getting attached. It
scares Jimin because he doesn’t want him to. Jimin doesn’t want and can’t do relationships. He
wants Jungkook but he can’t give him more than his body.

**To baby alpha:

** no i don’t think you’re getting attached
i just forgot to answer your texts

**From baby alpha:

**okay

**To baby alpha:

** okay?
that’s it?
jungkook?
you’re such a child

Jimin throws his phone on the passenger seat and squeezes his eyes shut. Today is shit, he
wants to go back to bed. Jungkook is mad at him and Jimin’s omega is mad at him for making
his alpha mad. Not his alpha. The alpha. Jimin needs to stop calling him that.

…………&…………

Jimin’s mood doesn’t get any better throughout the whole week. Things with Jungkook are
supposed to be simple. They’re supposed to be fun. He doesn’t understand how they went from
having mind blowing sex to fighting over something as petty as an unanswered text. He hasn’t
talked to Jungkook since then and for some reason his omega has been agitated all week.

Jimin is exhausted, he’s mad and he’s horny which is the worst combination for any human
being. That’s why he ends up barging in Seokjin and Namjoon’s apartment with an excited
Haewon in tow.

When he enters the apartment, Namjoon looks up from the coloring book he’s currently drawing
on with Nari. Seokjin is nowhere to be seen but judging from the excited screams coming from
Kangmin’s room he’s probably playing with him.

“Hi,” Jimin says, closing the front door. Haewon runs to the coffee table to kneel in front of it and
grabs some pens to start coloring.
“Hi uncle Namjoon,” she says, beaming at him.

“Hi, baby,” Namjoon smiles. “Did you have a good day at school?”

Haewon nods, “Nari and I made a new friend today.”

“His name is Jaehyun, dad,” Nari says.

“That’s nice girls, I’m sure he’s happy he made new friends,” Namjoon smiles and brushes a
hand through Nari’s hair. “I’m gonna talk to Jimin, don’t make a mess.” He says pointing a
menacing finger at them but it only makes them laugh because Namjoon is as intimidating as
kitten.

Jimin opens the fridge and takes a bottle of orange juice out before opening a cupboard and
taking a glass. He’s been here so many times he knows this apartment like the back of his hand.

“Seokjin!” Namjoon calls. “Jimin is here.”

Jimin has already drunk half of his glass of orange juice when Namjoon sits on a stool behind
the kitchen counter. Kangmin comes running out into the living room, followed by Seokjin.
Kangmin joins the girls around the coffee table and the three of them start talking excitedly.
Seokjin enters the kitchen and sits beside Namjoon, sliding a hand over his back.

“What are you doing here?” Seokjin asks, smiling amusedly at Jimin.

“I haven’t heard from my baby alpha in a week,” Jimin says in between gulps.

“Why don’t you text him?” Namjoon says, leaning his arms on the counter.

Jimin isn’t surprised Namjoon knows about what he’s talking about. He knows that whatever he
says to Seokjin and Hoseok, it will eventually reach Namjoon and Yoongi’s ears. He doesn’t
mind though, they’re his family too. Jimin pours himself another glass of orange juice.

“He’s ignoring my texts,” Jimin looks pitiful, drowning himself in stupid orange juice. He wishes it
was wine instead.

“Why?” Seokjin asks.

“Because we fought. We fought because I ignored his texts and now he’s ignoring my texts and
I’m mad.”

“You deserve it,” Namjoon scoffs before wrapping an arm around Seokjin’s waist.
“Shut up,” Jimin pouts before downing his glass.

“Wait,” Seokjin blinks, “you ignored the texts he sent you? The ones where he told you you were
his best?”

“Yeah,” Jimin mumbles and he has the presence of mind to look sheepish.

“That’s not nice, Minie,” Seokjin says and Jimin feels like he’s being scolded by his mom. “He
was being so sweet, you could have at least thanked him.”

“I understand why he’s mad,” Namjoon says and Jimin frowns at them.

“You’re not helping, guys.” Jimin leans against the counter. “Look, you guys freaked me out the
other day when you said he might be catching feelings. I don’t want that.”

“Oh come on!” Seokjin says. “Hoseok and I are always talking out of our asses, you shouldn’t
listen to us.”

“You guys are my best friends!” Jimin’s eyes widen. “Of course I’m gonna listen to you!”

“They give the worst advice though,” Namjoon chimes in and both Jimin and Seokjin frown at
him. He lifts his hands in the air as if to protect himself from the deadly stares.

“This is all your fault,” Jimin whines. “I lost my baby alpha because of you.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Just text him and apologize,” Seokjin says, rolling his eyes.

Jimin can’t help from scrunching up his nose. Jimin doesn’t do apologies, he ignores people
until they come back to him and pretends like nothing ever happened.

“Park Jimin,” there’s a warning in Seokjin’s voice, “don’t be a stubborn asshole.”

Jimin doesn’t like to admit it but he is pretty stubborn. He has a hard time backing down from
fights and tend to think he’s always right. He knows that he shouldn’t have been so hard on
Jungkook but he was having a bad day. He also knows this isn’t an excuse but he’ll pretend like
he’s the one who deserves an apology. It’s easier than to actually let himself be vulnerable and
apologize to Jungkook.

“You’re kind, Jimin,” Namjoon says. “You should show Jungkook a little bit of that side.”

“I can’t,” Jimin sighs.

“Why not?”

“Because if I start being nice to him he will think I’m letting him in which I don’t want to do. He’s
a guy I have sex with, he’s never gonna be anything more. I don’t see why I have to be myself in
front of him when all he needs to do is fuck me.”

Jimin’s very protective of himself but he’s mostly protective of Haewon. His life choices and the
people he decides to let into his life don’t just impact him, they impact Haewon too. Jimin needs
to keep Jungkook at arm’s length. In another life, if he didn’t have a kid, maybe he’d be nicer to
Jungkook but in this life he can’t.

“Whatever you do,” Seokjin says as he walks around the counter to put the bottle of orange
juice back in the fridge, “get him back because I don’t want to hear you complain about how you
can’t find good dick again.” Seokjin turns to Jimin, “You’re annoying when you’re horny.”

Jimin huffs and glares at him, “You’re the worst best friend ever.”

“I love you,” Seokjin blows him a kiss and Jimin rolls his eyes.

He knows he’s right though, he’s going to have to apologize to Jungkook if he wants to
experience another mind blowing orgasm. Jimin sighs and buries his head in his hand. He
swears giving birth to Haewon was less painful than having to put his pride aside just to get
some good dick.

…………&…………

“Why do you like this spot so much?” Taehyung asks, leaning against the railing of the
abandoned parking garage rooftop.

The sun is setting, casting an orange glow on the buildings surrounding them. Jungkook brings
his camera to his face and takes a picture of Taehyung’s profile. Only his silhouette can be seen
in the picture. His hair is swept up by the wind and his eyes are closed. He looks peaceful.

“It has a nice view,” Jungkook says, examining the picture he just took.

“Most rooftops in Seoul have nice views yet you always come here,” Taehyung turns to
Jungkook.

“It’s quiet,” Jungkook takes another picture of Taehyung. He’s looking straight into the camera.

“Not really. The city is never actually quiet.”

A police siren starts blaring, becoming louder, louder, louder until the shrilling sound quiets
down into nothing as it passes by the parking garage. Even from up here Jungkook can hear the
constant chatter of people in the streets. Some of them are going home, some are sat outside a
restaurant, some are talking on the phone. The bustling sound of cars has almost become
background noise at this point.

“No one can see me from up here,” Jungkook says, looking down the edge of the rooftop. “But I
can see everyone. No one knows I exist, no one’s expecting anything from me. It’s like I can
finally breathe.”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side and gives him a warm smile. Jungkook found this abandoned
parking garage the year he arrived in Seoul. He moved here from Busan for college and he
used to walk around the streets to look for interesting spots for photography. He used to take
pictures of graffitis on old buildings walls and of people doing mundane things.

He found the parking garage at 3AM, the day after his first day of college. He was feeling
anxious and couldn’t sleep. He walked and walked and walked until he saw it. For an
abandoned place it didn’t look that eerie, it just looked peaceful. It looked exactly like what
Jungkook needed at the time. He walked up the 10 floors until he reached the rooftop and he
stayed there until sunrise. It’s the first time he felt at home in Seoul.

“It’s your happy place,” Taehyung says, brushing his hair back. Jungkook captures the
movement.

“Yes.”

“You don’t smell happy.”

Jungkook blinks at him, biting on his bottom lip. The rooftop is his happy place but he rarely
comes here when he’s happy. It’s always when he’s upset, when life becomes to much and he
needs to disappear for a few hours. Jungkook lets his camera hang off his neck and leans
against the railing, looking at the buildings hidden between mountains.

“I had a fight with Jimin.”

Taehyung stands beside him, mimicking his position, “What about?”

“Something stupid,” Jungkook scoffs.

“Even if it’s stupid,” Taehyung says, looking at Jungkook, “it doesn’t mean you can’t be upset
about it.”

“I sent him a text,” Jungkook runs a hand over his face, “where I told him he was the best I’ve
ever had and that I couldn’t wait to see him again. He didn’t answer until I sent him another
message two days later asking why he didn’t answer. Then it escalated from there.” Jungkook
sighs. He feels annoyed just thinking about it. “He said he didn’t know what to answer and that
he was busy but,” Jungkook licks his lips, “I know it’s not true.”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head in between his shoulders. He’s tired and he misses Jimin.
He got used to texting Jimin every day for the past few weeks and now they weren’t talking at
all. Jimin is fun to talk to, Jimin is beautiful and Jimin is a stubborn man. Jungkook misses him.
He misses him a lot.

“You don’t know that,” Taehyung says, running a hand over Jungkook’s back. Jungkook’s
muscles relax at the touch. “Maybe he was busy. It can’t be easy raising a kid on your own.”

“Sending a simple thank you doesn’t take forever,” Jungkook says. “I just think it’s rude not to
answer.”

“Baby,” Taehyung says before sighing. Jungkook can tell he’s carefully picking his next words,
“no offense but you’re the worst texter. You always forget to answer your texts. You can’t really
blame people for doing the same to you.”

Jungkook groans and squeezes his eyes shut. He hates when Taehyung is right. Jungkook isn’t
even sure he’s mad at Jimin for not answering him. He’s more mad at himself for sending him
those texts in the first place. He knows they freaked Jimin out because it’s too much for
someone who’s supposed to just be a one night stand. He shouldn’t be so vulnerable and open
with someone he fucked once.

“He’s 28,” Taehyung continues. “I know age doesn’t mean much but he’s 7 years older than you
and he has a kid to take care of. He doesn’t have time for petty arguments over an unanswered
text.” Taehyung turns his body to Jungkook, “I don’t know what you want from whatever you
guys have, but if you want it to work you’re gonna have to be more mature about certain things.”

“I know,” Jungkook sighs, “I know.”

“Call him and apologize. It’s the right thing to do.”

Jungkook hasn’t had to apologize much in his life but he’s pretty good at it. He doesn’t have a
hard time admitting when he’s wrong. He would like to see Jimin again and he knows he’s going
to have to take the first step. He just hopes Jimin will be receptive to his apology.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says. “I asked him if he thought I was getting attached.”

Taehyung raises an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side, “What did he say?”

“He said no, he doesn’t think so,” Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, fidgeting with his
fingers.

“Are you?” Taehyung asks. “Getting attached?”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook answers honestly. He knows Taehyung would be able to tell if he lied. “I
just feel dumb for asking him that. Now, he’s gonna think I’m getting attached and I don’t want
that because we said no strings attached.”

“It was a harmless question, Kook,” Taehyung squeezes his shoulder. “Don’t overthink this.”

Jungkook sighs and moves away from the railing. He doesn’t want to talk about this anymore.
He came him to distract himself from his problems not to wallow in self pity. He brings his
camera up to his face, aiming it at Taehyung.

“Can we take a few more pictures?”

“Sure,” Taehyung smiles and turns around to lean his back against the railing, posing for
Jungkook.

“Thanks Tae,” Jungkook smiles softly, because he does appreciate him for being there for him.
He knows he can always go to Taehyung when he needs advice or simply to talk.

“Anytime,” Taehyung smiles back.

Jungkook doesn’t want to think about Jimin, he just wants to take pictures and forget.

…………&…………

The music is blaring inside Alpha Sig’s house, the windows and doors are open to let it out into
the backyard. People are screaming and jumping into the pool, while other people are dancing
or chatting. There’re kegs full of cheap beer littered all over the lawn and inside the house.
Some people are playing a game of beer pong on the kitchen counter, some people are having
sex in the bedrooms upstairs.

People are dancing in the big room, the couches are full of people drinking and smoking. Some
frat boys, all alphas, have a lapful of omega and are bragging about the dumb shit they did at
last week’s party. Everyone seems to be having fun except for Jungkook.

Jungkook usually loves parties, if he was in the mood he’d probably be in the pool already, but
all he wants to do is to go back to his room and pretend like people aren’t trashing the whole
house. It’s midnight and he’s only on his second beer cup when he would usually be drunk by
now.

Instead, he’s thinking about Jimin. Always Jimin. His scent has almost completely faded,
replaced by Jungkook’s woodsy scent and he hates that it’s making him anxious. At least, with
Jimin’s scent on him it feels like he’s here. It’s only been a week without talking to him but it
feels like months.

Jungkook doesn’t know how to deal with the constant feeling of emptiness he feels. He doesn’t
get hung up on people, missing someone isn’t a feeling he’s accustomed to. There’s something
about Jimin that reels Jungkook in. Maybe it’s his scent that reminds him of springs in Busan,
maybe it’s the way he laughs with his whole body or the way he looks at Jungkook like he’s
special.

Whatever it is, Jungkook is addicted to it and he needs to see Jimin again.

Jungkook doesn’t even notice when someone leans against the wall beside him. He doesn’t
notice the deliciously sweet scent of apples surrounding him until the person clears their throat.

“You look bored.”

Jungkook turns to look at him. If he remembers well, his name is Sungwoo, he’s seen him at
parties before. Sungwoo is pretty, big brown eyes, plump lips and pink hair. He’s wearing a baby
blue sweater who looks soft and is probably softer at the touch, and black skinny jeans that hug
his legs nicely. He looks delicate and sweet, definitely the type of omega Jungkook goes for.

“I am,” Jungkook says and it makes Sungwoo smile.

“It’s your own frat’s party though. Didn’t you help organize it?” Sungwoo tilts his head the side,
exposing his neck. It doesn’t do anything to Jungkook’s alpha.

“I did,” Jungkook takes a sip of beer. “I’m just not in the mood.”

Jungkook looks around the room. Jay is making out with an omega from Alpha Tau Omega and
they’re probably going to head to Jay’s room soon, judging from the way the alpha’s hands are
groping the omega. A beta has fallen asleep on one of the loveseats, her head resting on her
omega friend’s shoulder. A group of three guys are sharing a joint and look deep in
conversation.

“I can help you get in the mood if you want,” Sungwoo says, resting a hand on Jungkook’s arm.
Jungkook can feel the warmth of his body and he can tell exactly what he means from his scent.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook says but it lacks enthusiasm. He’s not even looking at the omega.
“Take me upstairs and I’ll show you a good time,” Sungwoo says seductively, bringing his body
closer to Jungkook’s side.

It should sound appealing, Jungkook doesn’t even have to work for it. He’s served a beautiful
omega on a silver platter and yet all he can think about is Jimin. How warm Jimin felt against
him, how intoxicating his scent is, how wet he was under Jungkook’s attention. Jungkook could
take Sungwoo upstairs and fuck his frustrations out but he knows he wouldn’t feel as good as
Jimin.

“I can’t,” Jungkook tries to move Sungwoo’s hand away as gently as he can. “You’re hot and you
seem nice but I don’t feel like having sex. I’m sorry.”

Sungwoo looks taken aback because Jungkook is known for sleeping around. He rarely refuses
omegas’ advances and Jungkook can tell it’s a hit to his ego.

“Oh,” is all Sungwoo says and it only makes the situation more awkward.

Jungkook tries to smile but it looks more like a grimace. He downs his beer before putting his
cup on a nearby table. He clears his throat and wipes his sweaty hands on his jeans. When he
throws a glance at Sungwoo, he’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed and with a pout on his
lips. He looks cute but disappointed. Jungkook can’t bring himself to care.

“I’m gonna go,” Jungkook says, gesturing towards the hall. Sungwoo doesn’t reply, he doesn’t
even look at him.

Jungkook sighs and walks out of the room. No one seems to notice him, not even his frat
brothers. They didn’t even notice he wasn’t having a good time. Everyone is too focused on
themselves to notice anyone else. It shouldn’t bother Jungkook as much as it does, but he
wished his friends actually acted like friends.

Jungkook walks up the stairs, avoiding the drunk beta who almost hits him in the face as he’s
making big gestures to describe something Jungkook doesn’t catch. He walks down the corridor
past a long line of people waiting outside the bathroom. No one stops him and no one calls for
him because no one cares. They only care when Jungkook is entertaining them.

He opens his bedroom door and releases a relieved sigh when the room is empty. It’s a given
that people use the frat members’ rooms to have sex at every party. Jungkook’s glad he doesn’t
have to kick naked people out of his room. He closes the door and leans against it, squeezing
his eyes shut.

It’s quieter than the rest of the house but he can still hear the bass of the music and the excited
shrieks of people partying outside his window. He still feels better though, at least he’s alone
here.
Jungkook locks the door and lies down on his bed. He rests his hands on his stomach and looks
at the white ceiling. He itches to text Jimin but it’s late and he’s probably asleep. Jungkook loves
silence but he can’t take Jimin’s silence. He really wishes Jimin would text him first because at
least it would mean he cares.

Jungkook feels like he’s clingy and needy. He wants Jimin’s attention but he’s not getting it and
it’s making him sad. It’s making angry. Jungkook doesn’t want to beg for someone’s attention,
he doesn’t like feeling like he can’t be okay without Jimin.

It’s pathetic how affected he is by Jimin’s absence because they’re not even friends. They just
had sex once and texted a few times. He shouldn’t crave Jimin’s presence, he should be okay.

Jungkook is not okay.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and opens Jimin’s contact. His thumb hovers over the
keyboard but before he realizes what he’s doing he’s calling Jimin instead. Jungkook releases a
shaky breath and puts his phone to his ear. It’s agonizingly slow, the way his phone rings one,
two, three, four times without Jimin picking up. Jungkook’s eyes start to sting when finally he
hears Jimin’s voice.

_“Hello.”_

It’s a simple word but warmth spreads through Jungkook’s body nonetheless. Jungkook sits up
and opens his mouth to say something but the words get caught in his throat. He doesn’t know
where to start, he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing and have Jimin hanging up on him. It
feels like he has one chance and if he messes up he loses Jimin forever. Which is stupid, this
whole thing is stupid and the way Jungkook feels is stupid.

_“Jungkook?”_ Jimin asks, his voice sounds so soft it makes something stir in Jungkook’s
stomach.

“Hey,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. Hey. That’s all he can come up with.

_“Hey.”_

They stay silent, no one says anything and all that can be heard is the sound of their breathing.
Somehow, it’s enough for Jungkook. Hearing Jimin breath is a lot more than complete and utter
silence.

_“Look-”_

“I’m-”
They both laugh when they try to talk at the same time and Jungkook relaxes. Jimin is laughing
which means he can’t be that mad at him.

“You go first,” Jungkook says, scratching his nose.

_“No, go ahead,”_ Jimin replies.

Jungkook smiles. Of course, Jimin wants him to go first. Jungkook bites on his bottom lip and
thinks about what he wants to say. Should he ask Jimin how he is? Should he tell him he missed
him? Should he ask him if they can meet? Jungkook’s brain is a mess, there’s so much he
wants to say but he knows he can’t say everything. He knows that if he picks the wrongs words,
it’ll scare Jimin away.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook decides on, because you can never go wrong with those words.

_“Oh,”_ Jimin breathes out and it’s not the reaction Jungkook expected. _“No, I…,”_ Jimin
hesitates, _“don’t apologize. I’m sorry for getting mad at you. You were right, I should have
texted you back.”_

“It’s fine,” Jungkook rushes to say, “I shouldn’t have been upset in the first place.”

_“You can’t control how you feel. It’s okay that you got upset.”_

“Yeah but I shouldn’t have called you rude. You’re busy and I overreacted. This whole thing was
dumb,” Jungkook plays with the laces of his shoes. He looks up and frowns when someone
curses behind his bedroom door when they find it locked.

_“It really was,”_ Jimin chuckles. _“I forgive you.”_

“Thank you,” Jungkook smiles. “I forgive you too.”

Jimin hums and none of them say anything for a while. It feels good to talk to Jimin again,
Jungkook feels like he’s getting his fix after being without him for so long. Well, a week isn’t that
long but still. Jungkook lies down against his pillows. He’s so focused on Jimin he almost forgets
a party is raging outside.

“Did you miss me?” Jungkook smirks. He tries to pass it as a joke but deep down he wonders if
Jimin did miss him.

_“I did,”_ Jimin says easily. It surprises Jungkook because Jimin is usually pretty guarded about
his feelings and yet he’s being very open about it.
“Oh, really?” Jungkook can’t hide the surprise in his voice.

_“Yeah. I missed talking to you. You make me laugh,”_ Jungkook can tell Jimin is smiling.

“Do I?”

_“Yeah, you’re a dumbass,”_ Jimin deadpans.

“Wow, thanks,” Jungkook rolls his eyes but he’s still amused. They’re back to their usual banter,
it feels comfortable, almost like coming home.

_“You’re welcome,”_ Jimin chuckles.

“I miss your ass,” Jungkook smirks though he’s nervous. He’s not sure if he can go back to
flirting like they used to. Jimin laughs though which is a good sign.

_“And he’s back,”_ Jimin jokes, making Jungkook laugh.

“You have a phenomenal ass.”

_“I know.”_

“Did you miss me?” Jungkook looks to his window when he hears the sound of glass breaking
outside. He pinches the bridge of his nose, he already dreads having to clean everything up
tomorrow.

_“I already told you I did,”_ Jimin sounds shy, like it was hard for him to admit.

“No but like,” Jungkook smirks before dropping the tone of his voice, “did you miss my cock?”

_“No.”_

Jungkook huffs, this is so offending. Jungkook’s cock is great, he can do mind blowing things
with it and Jimin has been the lucky recipient of those things. Jimin is clearly lying.

“Why are you always like this,” Jungkook whines. “You act like you don’t like me but then you
miss me when we don’t talk for a few days. Just say you tolerate me and go!”

Jimin giggles on the other side of the line and Jungkook feels oddly satisfied.

_“You’re alright, I guess.”_

“Fine, I’ll take it,” Jungkook sighs dramatically but he’s smiling.
Jungkook feels good for the first time in a week. He didn’t completely blow it with Jimin and that
makes him happy.

_“It’s late,”_ Jimin mumbles, _“I really need to go to bed,”_ he sounds disappointed.

“Of course,” Jungkook says, “goodnight, Jimin. Sleep well.”

_“Talk to you tomorrow?”_ Jimin asks and he sounds hopeful.

“Yes,” Jungkook smiles, “talk to you tomorrow.”

Jimin hangs up but Jungkook doesn’t feel disappointed. He feels relieved and like life is finally
back to normal. Jungkook feels so elated he almost feels like joining the chaos downstairs. He
doesn’t though, he doesn’t feel like getting drunk and doing stupid things. Instead, he opens his
laptop and watches a movie until he falls asleep.

Even the noise of people throwing up outside doesn’t stop him from having the best sleep he’s
had in a week.

…………&…………

Jungkook groans when he bumps shoulders with a student who’s rushing to his classes. He
doesn’t even get an apology and he has to pick his books up from the floor on his own.
Jungkook sighs as he rearranges his backpack. Exam week is in two weeks and he’s been
spending most of his evenings in the library.

He only had one photography class today so it’s still pretty early in the day, 1PM to be exact and
Jungkook’s walking to his favorite café that’s located a few streets away from campus. His
backpack is full of books and so are his hands. He just needs a cup of coffee before going to the
library.

When he arrives to Café Bora, the place is almost empty which is a relief. Jungkook doesn’t feel
like waiting in line for 20 minutes when his heavy backpack is killing his back. Jungkook pushes
the door open, making the bell ring and he’s instantly hit with warmth and the smell of coffee.

There’s only one person before him, a beta judging from the faint scent, and Jungkook can
count five people sat at different tables. One of them catches his eye instantly, giddiness
spreading in his chest when he recognizing him. It’s Jimin.

Jungkook smiles at the sight. Jimin is sat alone at a table next to the window, a cup of
something and a slice of chocolate cake in front of him. He looks beautiful in his grey sweater
and black leggings. His blonde hair is a mess on top of his head and there’s chocolate stuck on
the corner of his lips as he chews happily.

“Next,” the alpha behind the counter calls out.

Jungkook tears his eyes away from Jimin and orders a large americano. He only has to wait a
few minutes before his order is ready. He balances his books in one arm and takes his hot
coffee before walking up to Jimin’s table.

“Hey,” Jungkook says, smiling down at the surprised omega.

Jimin swallows his bite of cake and hides a smile behind a hand, “Hey.”

Jungkook sits in the chair opposite Jimin, putting his books and coffee on the table. He pushes
his backpack off his shoulders and puts it on the floor next to his chair. Jimin wipes the
chocolate off of his face with a napkin, his eyes never leaving Jungkook. Jungkook shivers when
his flowery scent hits his nose. Comfort spreads in his body making his alpha purr.

“What are you doing here?” Jungkook asks. “I come here often but I’ve never seen you.”
Jungkook takes the lid off of his coffee cup and blows on the hot liquid.

“I come here often too, you probably never noticed me,” Jimin says, taking a sip of his tea.

“I definitely would have noticed you,” Jungkook smiles.

There’s no way Jungkook has ever seen Jimin here before because there’s no way he wouldn’t
have noticed him. Jimin is too beautiful to go unnoticed by anybody. It’s crazy to Jungkook that
Jimin doesn’t seem to realize the effect he has on people.

“My dance studio is closeby,” Jimin is looking down and Jungkook can tell it’s to hide the blush
on his face. “I usually come here during my lunch break.”

“ _Your_ dance studio?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I co-own it with a friend of mine,” Jimin smiles proudly.

Jungkook is actually impressed. He’s not used to hanging out with people who have their lives
together. He’s more used to struggling college students who have no idea what they want to do
with their lives. Jungkook is one of those students.

“So, you teach dance?” Jungkook takes a sip of his coffee and hisses when it burns his tongue.
Jimin makes a pained face.

“I do.”
“What type of dance?” Jungkook says once he’s recovered from the pain.

“Contemporary,” Jimin plays with the remaining of his cake, “but I’m also pretty good at hip-hop.”

Jungkook’s mind conjures up images of a dancing Jimin. He doesn’t need to see him dance to
know he’s probably amazing at it, elegant and graceful just like he is in his everyday life.
Jungkook doesn’t tell Jimin but he’d love to see him dance one day.

“I’m sure you’re great,” Jungkook says, blowing on his hot coffee some more. Jimin smiles.

“I’m alright.”

Jimin watches Jungkook struggling with his drink. He looks amused and Jungkook can’t blame
him. They make great coffee here but it’s always too hot and Jungkook always ends up burning
his tongue.

“Do you want some?” Jimin asks, pointing at his cake with his chocolate covered fork.

“Um,” Jungkook hesitates, “sure.”

Jimin takes a piece of the cake and stretches his arm out over the table to feed Jungkook.
Jungkook’s eyes widen because he expected Jimin to give him the fork, not to actually be fed.
His alpha perks up, intrigued by the omega’s offer. It’s not uncommon for wolves to feed each
other but it’s usually done between close friends or family. It’s more uncommon for an omega to
feed an alpha. It’s usually the other way around.

Jungkook opens his mouth and hums around the fork when the chocolate hits his tongue. Jimin
watches Jungkook’s lips around the fork, his pupils dilating a little at the sight. It makes
Jungkook smirk and he makes sure to make a show of sliding his lips against the fork when he
pulls away. Jimin licks his lips while Jungkook chews on the delicious cake, a satisfied smile
adorning his face.

“I have a question,” Jungkook says, putting Jimin out of his reverie. Jimin blinks and clears his
throat.

“What is it?”

“Your rules,” Jungkook says and Jimin looks confused for a second. “You know. Your no
scenting, no marking, no knotting rules.”

“Oh, right. What about them?” Jimin eats another piece of cake with the same fork and
Jungkook hates his 15-year-old brain for thinking this is an indirect kiss.
“Why do you have them?” Jungkook takes a sip of his coffee, humming appreciatively when he
doesn’t burn himself.

“Well,” Jimin says around his mouthful. He swallows before continuing, “the scenting and the
marking is because of Haewon. I can’t just come home with marks all over my body and
smelling like a random alpha. It would just confuse her.” Jungkook nods. “As for the knotting…,”
Jimin bites on his bottom lip, looking away. “I didn’t know how the whole thing was going to go.
Being locked together with someone I barely know for half an hour can be awkward.”

“Oh,” Jungkook says, “it makes sense.”

“It does,” Jimin smiles.

Jungkook chews on his bottom lip and considers his next words. He’s scared of asking because
he doesn’t know how Jimin will react, but he needs to know.

“You scented me,” he says, looking at Jimin expectantly.

“Yeah,” Jimin clears his throat. He’s blushing. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Why are you sorry?” Jungkook frowns. He doesn’t understand why Jimin would apologize.

“I should have asked if you were okay with it,” Jimin seems to feel guilty.

The fact that he scented Jungkook was surprising in the first place but the fact that he seems to
feel bad about doing it without Jungkook’s consent is even more surprising. Scenting is a pretty
harmless thing to do, though its effects changes depending on the person. Jungkook doesn’t get
scented often, not even by Taehyung who’s his best friend.

His parents used to scent him when he was a kid but they stopped when Jungkook started
getting embarrassed by it and thought he was too old for it. He was 13 and a teenager, he
thought he was above being scented by his mommy. Then he turned 20 and he realized that
there was a disconnect between him and his parents, which is completely due to the distance
Jungkook put between them. He tries not to let it get to him too much but he often gets jealous
when he sees how close Taehyung is with his own parents.

Jungkook was a shy kid who cared too much about other people’s opinions. He didn’t want kids
to make fun of him for smelling like his parents all the time. Which was a stupid decision
because it’s not like it made making friends any easier for Jungkook. He had no friends. Apart
from Taehyung.

“It didn’t bother me,” Jungkook says, looking down. He’s downplaying it. He actually liked it a bit
too much. “Why did you scent me?”

“For the same reason you want to mark me up and scent me,” Jimin smiles. “Alphas aren’t the
only ones that get possessive.”

Jungkook scoffs, “Are you possessive?”

“I can be,” Jimin smirks and heats pool in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach.

“That’s hot.”

It’s true. There’s something very sexy in Jimin being possessive over him. Jungkook can
imagine what it would be like to have Jimin sucking marks into his skin, so that people can see
he belongs to him. Jungkook would like to think he would wear the marks proudly.

“You think everything is hot,” Jimn laughs, rolling his eyes.

“Everything about you is hot, baby” Jungkook leans against the table and smirks.

Jimin pushes his tongue against his cheek and looks at Jungkook with an unimpressed face. It
makes Jungkook laugh. He can tell Jimin is flustered but he tries to play it off as annoyance. It’s
easier for him to hide it when they’re texting but Jungkook can read him like a book.

“Don’t call me baby,” Jimin leans against the table too. Their faces are very close and Jimin’s
scent is heavy, clogging Jungkook’s senses.

“You love when I call you baby,” Jungkook says in a low voice.

“How would you know?” Jimin raises an eyebrow. He looks amused.

“I called you baby last time we fucked. You seemed to really enjoy it.”

“I enjoyed the fact you were balls deep inside me not that you called me baby.”

Jungkook laughs because this is clearly bullshit. Though, Jungkook has no doubt Jimin loved
when he was balls deep inside it, but his scent spiked up when Jungkook called him baby. Jimin
can lie all he wants but Jungkook knows he just doesn’t want to admit he likes being babied.

“Okay, baby,” Jungkook smirks and Jimin rolls his eyes at him.

“Stop it,” he mumbles without conviction.

“Sorry, baby,” Jungkook tilts his head to the side and smiles when Jimin tsked.
“You’re the worst,” he says before leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms and looking at the
person entering the café.

“You’re blushing,” Jungkook hides his smile into his coffee cup.

“I’m not,” Jimin whines, cupping his face to hide his flushed cheeks.

“You’re pouting too. Like a baby.”

“Shut up,” Jimin pouts harder and it makes Jungkook laugh.

“My baby’s so cute,” Jungkook coos at him, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Thanks daddy.”

Jungkook chokes on his drink, spitting everywhere. Jimin pushes his chair back in surprise and
laughs, wiping coffee off of his face. Jungkook coughs, struggling to catch his breath and he
knows everyone’s looking at him but he doesn’t have time to care. Jimin bites on his bottom lip
and he has the decency to look guilty at least.

Jungkook glares at him as he coughs into a napkin. Jimin stands up to get more napkins and
comes back to clean the table. He keeps giggling and Jungkook groans because really? He
almost died.

When Jungkook finally calms down, air filling his lungs, his brain finally processes Jimin’s words
and he feels hot all over. His alpha is squirming, begging Jungkook to take Jimin right here on
the table for everyone to see. Jimin is good, he’s really fucking good.

“I always win,” Jimin smirks, leaning against the table.

“You’re a demon,” Jungkook says. His voice sounds more like a growl than his actual voice.
Jimin simply laughs.

“I have to go back to work,” Jimin says and Jungkook almost forgot they weren’t on some kind
of date.

Jimin stands up and throws the dirty napkins into the nearest trash can. Jungkook stands up too
and walks up to him. Jimin startles when he turns around and realizes how close Jungkook is.
Jungkook brings a hand up to Jimin’s waist and Jimin lets out a shaky breath.

“When can we see each other again?” Jungkook whispers. They’re so close, he can feel the
warmth of Jimin’s body. “To fuck.”
Jimin’s scent becomes stronger and sweeter, making Jungkook shiver. Jungkook’s eyes fall to
Jimin’s neck. It looks so inviting, Jungkook wants to brush his nose against Jimin’s scent gland.
He wants to kiss, lick and mark the skin. When Jungkook looks up, Jimin’s looking at him and
Jungkook knows he’s been caught.

“Friday night,” Jimin breathes out, “if you find a place for use to fuck.”

“I’ll just book another hotel room,” Jungkook says and Jimin nods, licking his lips.

Jungkook wants to kiss him so bad but he doesn’t know if he can. If Jimin would let him. He’s
missed the feeling of Jimin’s mouth. He could spend hours just kissing him, until he gets whiny
and desperate, begging Jungkook to touch him.

“Okay,” Jimin smiles, “I really have to go now.”

“Can I kiss you?” Jungkook asks.

“Not here,” Jimin says, shaking his head. Jungkook does his best not to show his
disappointment.

“Okay,” Jungkook pulls back, giving Jimin room to walk away.

“See you soon,” Jimin brushes his hair back.

“See you.”

Jimin smiles at him before walking out of the café. He throws one last glance at Jungkook
through the window and Jungkook smiles back. Jungkook grabs his books and leaves without
finishing his coffee.

…………&…………

Jimin pulls up to Jungwoo’s apartment building, turning the engine of his car off. Haewon is
telling him about her day at school but he’s only half listening. He should feel bad but Haewon’s
days always go the same way: she sits with Nari, usually gets praised for her work and plays
with her friends during recess. Jimin’s proud of her and her achievements. Nothing makes him
happier than to see her being happy.

However, he tends to be in a bad mood every time he has to drop her off to her dad’s. That’s
because he has to interact with Jungwoo and he knows it won’t be pleasant because it never is.
Jungwoo and him broke up 7 years ago but there’s still bad blood between them, remnants of a
very painful break up.
Jimin had to keep in contact with Jungwoo for Haewon. Jungwoo takes care of her every other
weekends but it’s not like he’s very present. He gets to be the fun parent, taking Haewon for ice
cream and to horse riding lessons, while Jimin actually has to raise her. Which means scolding
her when she does something wrong, arguing with her when she doesn’t want to do her
homework and other unpleasant things a parent has to do when they’re raising a child.

He’s not always the bad parent though, Haewon and him are really close and she always comes
to him when she feels sad or needs to talk. Jimin knows Jungwoo’s relationship with Haewon is
nothing like theirs. Most of the time, Haewon doesn’t even want to go to her dad’s. Jimin has no
choice but to take her anyway since Jungwoo has shared custody. If it was up to Jimin, Haewon
would always be with him.

“Aren’t we going up, mommy?” Haewon asks and Jimin didn’t notice she stopped talking about
her day.

Jimin turns to look at her over his seat and she looks concerned. Jimin doesn’t like when she
worries about him, it makes him feel like a bad parent. She shouldn’t tell when Jimin’s upset
because Jimin should hide it better.

“Yes, we are baby,” Jimin gives her a reassuring smile. His phone rings to notify him that he’s
got a new text. “I’m just gonna answer this and then I’ll take you to daddy, okay?”

She nods before looking out the window, looking at a woman who’s walking her puppy. The text
is from Jungkook and it immediately lifts Jimin’s mood up.

**From baby alpha:

**okay i just go to the hotel

**From baby alpha:

** i’m not wearing lingerie but this is waiting for you

“I’ll do my best.”

“When are you picking me up?” she asks, big doe eyes staring up at him.

“Sunday afternoon. Daddy’s gonna drive you home,” he lets go of her hand to pet her hair,
making her hum appreciatively.

The elevator doors open and they walk until they reach Jungwoo’s apartment. Jimin rings the
doorbell and he can smell the shift in Haewon’s scent. There’s a hint of sadness in it that breaks
Jimin’s heart. He hates this moment every time. Leaving Haewon never gets easier even if it’s
only for a few days.

The door opens to reveal Jungwoo, who’s still dressed in a suit. He barely looks at Jimin and
smiles at Haewon instead.

“Hi, angel."
“Hi,” Haewon says in an emotionless voice.

“Come in,” Jungwoo says, moving to side to let them in.

“I can’t,” Jimin says, “I’m meeting with someone.”

Jungwoo scoffs but doesn’t say anything. It’s only because Haewon is there otherwise he would
probably have something shitty to say, like he always does when Jimin mentions meeting with
someone. Jimin’s never hidden the fact that he meets with alphas from time to time just to have
sex. It’s not something he’s ashamed of, but Jungwoo has always been very judgmental.

“Alright, baby,” Jimin crouches down to Haewon’s level. She turns around to face him, a small
pout on her lips. “Mommy has to go. Be nice to daddy, okay.”

“Yes, mommy,” she mumbles.

Jimin kisses her forehead and brings her into a tight hug. She wraps her arms around his neck
and brushes her cheek against Jimin’s to seek comfort. Jimin noses at her neck to scent her.
She always says she feels safe when Jimin scents her.

“I love you,” she whispers into his ear and Jimin smiles.

“I love you too, baby.”

They pull apart and Jimin kisses her forehead one last time. She smiles at him before walking
into Jungwoo’s apartment.

“Here,” Jimin hands Haewon’s bag to Jungwoo.

“Thanks.”

“Drop her off on sunday,” Jimin says.

“Fine.”

“Bye,” Jimin says before turning around to leave.

“Have fun with whichever alpha you’re meeting with this time,” Jungwoo says and the contempt
is clear in his voice.

Jimin ignores him, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. He doesn’t greet the elderly lady he
meets in the lobby, walking faster towards his car. He hates Jungwoo and he hates how gross
he always makes him feel. He talks to him like he’s garbage and not like he carried his child for
nine months. Jimin deserves more respect, he doesn’t deserve to be judged by someone who
abandoned him and Haewon to fuck around with other omegas. Jungwoo doesn’t have the right
to judge him when he did the same thing when they were younger. Just because he’s some hot
shot lawyer who doesn’t have time to get his dick wet anymore doesn’t mean he’s better than
Jimin.

Jimin gets into his car and drives to the hotel room where he’s meeting with an alpha who
actually wants him.

…………&…………

When Jimin gets to the hotel he’s tired and horny. He’s been thinking about tonight for days, has
been craving a good fuck. He’s been craving Jungkook. He’s ready to let go and forget about
anything that isn’t Jungkook’s cock.

Jimin knocks on the door and it opens within seconds, as if Jungkook was waiting right behind
it. Jimin’s welcomed by the sight of Jungkook’s chiseled chest and his mouth immediately
waters. He’s been thinking about running his hands and mouth over his abs the whole drive
here. When Jimin looks up Jungkook’s smirking.

“Like what you see, baby?”

Jimin can deny it all he wants, but he does love when Jungkook calls him baby. It makes heat
boil in the pit of his stomach. There’s just something about a younger alpha calling him baby,
like Jungkook has no care for their age difference. It makes Jimin feel so small which is
completely different from what he’s usually like in his day to day life. He’s always in control and
commands respect, but with Jungkook, it’s like all he is, is thrown to the wind.

“I do,” Jimin tilts his head to the side, eyes raking down Jungkook’s body, “I can’t wait to play
with all of this.”

Jimin steps closer, Jungkook’s scent clogging up his senses, before running a finger down
Jungkook’s chest and abs. He can see goosebumps rise on his skin. Jungkook’s still smirking
when he looks up.

“I’ll be the one playing with you, baby. Not the other way around,” Jungkook sounds so sure, like
he thinks Jimin’s not going to put up a fight.

“Can I come in or are you just gonna fuck me in this corridor?”

“I bet you’d love that.”

Jimin blushes, shame prickling under his skin. He doesn’t even know why his body reacts to the
words, it’s not like he’s ever considered having sex in a public place before, where anyone could
catch him. He doesn’t know if he’d like it but the thought of getting caught on his hands and
knees for Jungkook in the hotel corridor makes him feel hot all over.

“You’re into weird shit, Jungkook.”

It’s easier to kink shame Jungkook than to admit he might be into it too. It’s Jimin’s best defense
mechanisms: denial and giving Jungkook the cold shoulder. Most of the time he can’t control it.
Most of the time he regrets doing it to Jungkook.

Jimin pushes against Jungkook’s chest to get into the room but it’s like pushing against a wall.
He doesn’t move one inch and Jimin ends up crashing into him. Jungkook chuckles under his
breath and Jimin blushes even harder.

“Move, Jungkook,” Jimin whines.

“You’re so cute, baby,” Jungkook whispers in Jimin’s ear and his voice translates so much
fondness it makes something stir in Jimin’s stomach.

“Let me in,” Jimin has never been above pouting to get what he wants and he knows it works on
Jungkook.

“Give daddy a kiss and he’ll let you in.”

Jimin’s whole body lights on fire. He wants to punch Jungkook for calling himself that and he
wants to punch himself for giving him the idea, but most of all he wants to get on his knees and
do whatever Jungkook says. Jimin has so much pride there’s no way he’s going to call someone
younger than him by 7 years daddy. That’s what he tries to tell himself.

Except he loves the idea of calling Jungkook daddy as much as he likes being called baby.

Jimin can’t look Jungkook in the eyes because he knows Jungkook can read him like an open
book. It’s a scary thought but it’s something Jimin’s come to terms with. Jimin doesn’t want to
disobey Jungkook but he also doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of obeying him. So, he
leaves a kiss on Jungkook’s collarbone.

“You know that’s not what daddy meant, baby,” Jungkook chuckles, lifting Jimin’s chin up so
their eyes meet.

“Stop calling yourself daddy,” Jimin glares at him but he looks as threatening as a puppy.
“You called me daddy first.”

“It was a joke.”

Jungkook hums before catching Jimin’s lips into a kiss. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s
neck and tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Their lips slide against each other and it
almost feels like coming home. Jimin missed being kissed but he mostly missed Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook tongues at Jimin’s bottom lip and Jimin opens his mouth, their tongues meeting in a
wet kiss. Jimin runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and moans into the kiss when
Jungkook’s hands cup his ass.

Jimin yelps when Jungkook lifts him off the ground. He wraps his legs around his waist and
holds on tight. Jungkook’s hands settle on Jimin’s ass, biceps bulging with Jimin’s weight.
Jungkook walks into the room, kicking the door shut before pushing Jimin against the wall.

Jimin loves how Jungkook carries him like he weighs nothing. Jungkook could probably fuck him
against the wall if he wanted to, Jimin would love that. Jungkook breaks the kiss, pecking
Jimin’s lips one last time before speaking.

“Same rules as last time?”

“Yeah,” Jimin breathes out.

“What about knotting? Are you sure I can’t knot you?” Jungkook sounds desperate like all he
wants is for Jimin to be hanging off of his knot.

“No knotting,” Jimin says firmly.

While being knotted by a stranger can be awkward and unappealing, it’s not the only reason
Jimin doesn’t want it. Jimin tends to talk too much when he’s being knotted. His omega always
takes over, begging to be bred and offering himself to the first alpha that gives him his knot.

There are things Jimin doesn’t want to say to Jungkook and judging from how responsive his
omega is to Jungkook’s alpha, he’s sure he’d be stupid enough to ask Jungkook to mate him.
That might be what he wants when he’s being stretched past his limits and being pumped full of
cum, but that’s not what he actually wants.

“Alright,” Jungkook tries to hide his disappointment but Jimin can tell and he hates it.

“Put me down,” Jimin says, unwrapping his legs from Jungkook’s waist.

Jungkook sets him down on the floor and Jimin pushes him until he sits on the edge of the bed.
He straddles his thighs and catches his lips in a kiss. He wants to erase the bitter smell of
disappointment in Jungkook’s scent. He kisses him softly, lips sliding against his until Jungkook
sighs into the kiss. Jungkook runs his hands up and down Jimin’s sides while Jimin plays with
his hair.

Jungkook grants Jimin access when he tongues at the seams of his lips, their tongues sliding
against each other slowly. They take their time to kiss and appreciate each other’s presence.
Jimin cups one side of Jungkook’s face and strokes his jaw with a thumb. Jungkook moans
when Jimin sucks on his tongue and Jimin can feel him getting hard.

Jimin breaks the kiss and they’re both panting. Jimin pecks his lips before trailing kisses down
his jaw. He tugs on Jungkook’s hair to expose his neck and Jungkook lets him. Jimin kisses
down the column of his neck until he reaches his scent gland. Jimin noses at it, inhaling
Jungkook’s woodsy scent. It’s intoxicating and Jimin wants to drown in it. The only thing present
in Jungkook’s scent now is arousal and Jimin’s omega keens, proud that he made the alpha feel
better.

Jimin licks and nips at Jungkook’s scent gland before sucking a hickey into the soft skin.
Jungkook groans and grips Jimin’s hips tightly. Jimin’s flowery scent mixes into Jungkook’s
woodsy scent, almost overpowering it. Jimin purrs and nuzzles the area when he’s satisfied with
his scenting.

Jungkook’s breathing heavily and is fully hard now. Jimin kisses him and rolls his hips to grind
his ass against Jungkook’s cock. Slick start to pool at Jimin’s hole and Jungkook growls when
the scent of his arousal hits his nose. Jimin is getting desperate, grinding against Jungkook’s
cock like an omega in heat. He wants Jungkook out of his clothes, wants to sit on his cock and
ride him into the mattress.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and chuckles when Jimin whines and tries to chase after his lips.

“My baby’s so desperate today,” Jungkook’s tone is dark and mocking. Jimin shivers.

“You seem pretty desperate too,” Jimin grinds his ass on Jungkook’s hard cock to prove his
point.

“You really need to learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours,” Jungkook’s eyes darken as he
grabs Jimin’s chin and runs his thumb over his bottom lip. “I’m sure we can find a way to put it to
better use. Huh, baby? What do you think?”

Jimin’s breathing gets heavier the more Jungkook speaks. His desperation to get fucked turns
into a desperation to please. It’s not a feeling Jimin’s familiar with but he wants to try to be good.
Just this once, he wants to see how Jungkook will react if he’s good and obeys. Will he be proud
of Jimin? Will he reward him? Will he praise him?
“Yes,” Jimin whispers hesitantly.

“Yes who?”

“Yes,” Jimin swallows, “ _daddy_.”

Jungkook smirks and Jimin’s face is on fire. The word rolls off his tongue so nicely and it
somehow sounds so sweet when he says it.

“Good boy,” Jungkook says before pushing his thumb inside Jimin’s mouth.

Jimin moans around it, pleased to be called good. Jungkook pushes his finger inside Jimin’s
mouth as far as it can go and Jimin sucks on it, putting on a show for Jungkook. Jimin tongues
at the finger like he would at Jungkook’s cock. He bites it playfully and Jungkook growls
warningly, pulling his thumb out, running it over Jimin’s bottom lip.

“On your knees, baby.”

Jimin eagerly does as he’s told. He kneels in between his legs and rests his hands on
Jungkook’s thighs. Jimin can see the outline of Jungkook’s cock under his jeans and all he
wants is to feel the weight of it on his tongue. He doesn’t move though. He waits for Jungkook’s
next order.

Jungkook leans back on his hands and spreads his legs wider. Jimin whines, scooting
imperceptibly closer to what he wants most right now.

“Are you just gonna sit there, baby? Does daddy have to tell you everything?”

“I just want to follow daddy’s orders,” Jimin pouts, looking up at Jungkook.

“What do you think daddy wants, baby?”

“My mouth.”

“Where?”

“Your cock, daddy.”

Jungkook groans and Jimin can see him fist the sheets. Their little game seems to affect
Jungkook as much as it affects Jimin and it makes this even more enjoyable. Jimin slides his
hands up Jungkook’s thighs before unbuttoning his jeans. He takes them off along with his
boxers and throws them somewhere in the room.
Jungkook’s cock stands proudly against his abs and Jimin moans at the sight. He licks his lips
and looks up at Jungkook.

“Can I?” he asks quietly like he’s scared Jungkook will say no.

“Yes, baby, go ahead.”

Jimin wraps a hand around the length. Jungkook’s so big and Jimin’s hand is so small. It doesn’t
even wrap fully around the shaft and the sight seem to affect the both of them. Jimin can hear
Jungkook mutter a _“fuck”_ under his breath. More slick drips out of Jimin’s hole.

Jimin kisses the tip of Jungkook’s cock, looking up at him to watch his reaction. Jungkook’s
biting down on his bottom lip, big dark eyes never leaving Jimin’s lips. Jimin’s not satisfied
though, he wants to be praised.

Jimin leaves a trail of kisses down the length before licking a stripe all the way up to the tip. He
wraps his lips around the head and sucks on it gently. Jungkook feels so big in his mouth
already, Jimin doesn’t know how he’s going to fit more but he wants to be good for Jungkook.
He wants to be good so bad.

Jimin rolls his tongue around the pink head, the color matching Jimin’s lips. Jimin licks up and
down Jungkook’s length to get it wet before pumping it with his fist. He runs a thumb over
Jungkook’s head before wrapping his lips around it and sucking on it hard. Jungkook’s finally
moaning and pride fills Jimin’s chest. He wants to hear more.

“Do I look pretty, daddy?” Jimin says in a high pitched voice, looking up at him through his
eyelashes. He knows he looks pretty, he just wants Jungkook to say it.

“You do, baby. You look so pretty.”

Jimin’s so pleased by the praise. He moans around Jungkook’s cockhead and tongues at the
slit, eliciting a sigh from Jungkook.

“Thank you, daddy,” Jimin beams at Jungkook.

Jungkook looks so endeared like Jimin’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Jimin slowly works
more of Jungkook’s cock inside his mouth, bobbing his head up and down. It’s not an easy job
but Jimin is determined to take as much of Jungkook’s cock in his mouth as he can. Jimin
pumps Jungkook’s shaft with his hand to meet his lips every time he bobs down.

“You always have such a big mouth on you baby but you can barely take the tip of my cock in,”
Jungkook mocks.
Jimin frowns and tries to open up his mouth more and pushes Jungkook’s cock in until the head
hits the back of his throat. Jimin gags around the length, pulling off to catch his breath.
Jungkook’s cock and Jimin’s lips are wet with saliva. Tears prickle at the corners of Jimin’s eyes.

“You said you give great blowjobs. I’m not that impressed, baby.”

“You’re so big,” Jimin whines.

“If you were good, you’d be able to take me.”

Jimin takes a deep breath before taking Jungkook’s cock in his mouth again. He’s determined to
prove him he’s good at this. It takes a few tries until he manages to control his gag reflex,
pushing more of Jungkook’s cock in his throat. Jimin makes wet sounds as he swallows around
the head. Jungkook groans and buries a hand in Jimin’s hair.

“That’s more like it.”

Jimin’s jaw aches as he keeps bobbing his head up and down Jungkook’s shaft, taking him
almost all the way in. He tries to relax his throat as best as he can but he can’t and it frustrates
him. Jimin pulls away and huffs in frustration. Jungkook chuckles and tugs on Jimin’s hair to
stop him from taking his cock into his mouth again. Jimin whines and pouts.

“Open up, baby,” Jungkook orders as he fists his cock.

Jimin opens his mouth and holds his tongue out. Jungkook hums appreciatively before hitting
Jimin’s tongue with his cock.

“Such a good boy,” Jungkook breathes out, “taking daddy’s cock so well.”

Jimin looks up at him through his eyelashes, impatiently waiting for him to feed him his cock.
Jimin wants to feel him in his throat again, wants to taste him again. Jungkook rubs the head of
his cock against Jimin’s tongue.

“Look at you, baby,” Jungkook says as he pushes his cock in and out of Jimin’s warm mouth.
“You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

Jimin wants to nod but Jungkook’s grip in his hair is too tight and he can’t move his head. All he
can do is take Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook buries the tip of his cock against the inside of Jimin’s
cheek, rubs his precome on Jimin’s tongue and pushes his cock down Jimin’s throat. Jimin
moans and tries to breathe through his nose.

Jungkook fucks his cock in and out of Jimin’s mouth, using him to get himself off. Jimin loves
every second of it. He closes his eyes and sucks on Jungkook’s length everytime he pulls out.
Tears fall down his cheeks and saliva dribbles out of his mouth and onto his chin. All that can be
heard in the room are the wet noises of Jimin’s mouth and Jungkook’s heavy breathing.

“You’re doing so good baby. You make daddy feel so good,” Jungkook pants.

Jimin buries his nails in Jungkook’s thighs when it’s too much and he can’t take anymore.
Jungkook immediately pulls out and Jimin coughs, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. Jungkook
lifts Jimin off of the floor and sits him on his lap. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck
and sighs contentedly when he nuzzles his cheek.

“Such a good boy,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s cheek.

“Kiss,” Jimin demands, turning his head to chase Jungkook’s lips.

Jungkook laughs but grants him his wish. There’s too much saliva and it should be gross but
they don’t care. Jimin needs the reassurance and Jungkook can’t refuse Jimin anything.

“Let’s get you naked, baby,” Jungkook says after breaking the kiss.

Jimin doesn’t argue, he simply lets Jungkook take his clothes off. There’s slick all over Jimin’s
thighs and ass. It’s messy but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care.

“One your hands and knees, baby.”

Jungkook stands up and waits for Jimin to do as he’s told. Jimin gets on his hands and knees in
the middle of the bed but Jungkook pulls him closer to the edge, until his feet are hanging off the
bed.

“So pretty,” Jungkook breathes out before trailing kisses down Jimin’s spine.

Jimin hums happily, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. Jungkook spends a good amount of time
just kissing and caressing Jimin’s body. He takes time to kiss every inch of skin available and
Jimin can’t help but keen at the attention.

“Daddy, please,” he whines when Jungkook kisses everywhere but where he wants him.

“What is it baby?” Jungkook mumbles against Jimin’s thigh.

“You promised.”

“What did I promise?” Jungkook smiles against Jimin’s asscheek.

“You said you would eat me out,” Jimin speaks with a permanent pout now. He’s fully embracing
his role, whining whenever he addresses Jungkook.

“Mmh, I guess I did,” Jungkook brushes his lips over Jimin’s spine and it makes him shiver even
more.

“Do it,” Jimin says petulantly. He even dares to rock his hips back in invitation.

He yelps when Jungkook lands a harsh slap on his ass. His dick twitches in interest and his
heart races.

“Daddy!” Jimin exclaims before bringing a hand to his ass to touch the burning skin.

“You don’t give me orders, baby,” Jungkook says right in Jimin’s ear.

Jimin feels warm all over, his face is flushed red and his skin is buzzing with humiliation and
excitement. He doesn’t like to disappoint Jungkook but if it means getting spanked again, he
might just learn to like it. Jungkook moves Jimin’s hand away and pins it to the mattress.

“What if I want to put my cock in you right now? Are you gonna refuse me, baby?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Answer me.”

“No, daddy.”

“That’s right. You’ll take whatever I give you.”

Jungkook leans back and Jimin feels cold now that his body isn’t draped over his anymore.
Jimin gasps when he feels Jungkook’s cock against his hole. Jungkook slides it in between his
cheeks and the head of his cock catches against his rim a few times. Jimin can’t help but panic
a little.

“Jungkook, don’t. I… You need to prep me first,” Jimin looks at Jungkook over his shoulder and
his expression softens when he hears Jimin’s words.

“I won’t,” he shakes his head, “don’t worry, Jimin. I would never hurt you.”

Jimin’s heart skips a beat at the words. He can’t help but feel like they hold more meaning than
they should. Jungkook bends over Jimin to give him a kiss. Jungkook’s scent relaxes him. It’s no
longer just filled with arousal, it’s also filled with calming pheromones and the effect on Jimin’s
body is instantaneous.
“Keep going, please,” Jimin mumbles against Jungkook’s lips, “this is great. You’re doing
amazing.”

Jungkook seems to enjoy being praised as much as Jimin does because he beams at him.
Jimin smiles back and kisses the tip of his nose. Jungkook kisses his cheek before straightening
up.

Jungkook spreads Jimin’s asscheeks, kneading at the skin, before brushing a thumb over
Jimin’s hole. Jimin rests his head on the mattress and waits for whatever Jungkook wants to
give him next.

Jimin gasps when he feels Jungkook’s tongue against his rim. He’s excited because he hasn’t
been eaten out in years. He can barely remember how it feels. He’s sure Jungkook’s good at
rimming just like he’s good at everything else he does.

Jungkook teases Jimin’s entrance with his tongue, circling it around the rim and licking stripes
up his crack. He sucks on Jimin’s hole, moaning when his mouth fills with slick. Jimin moans
and fists the sheets when Jungkook pushes the tip of his tongue inside his hole.

“Please,” he mumbles against the mattress. He’s not even sure Jungkook can hear him.

Jungkook spreads Jimin’s hole with two thumbs before burying his tongue further inside of him.
Jimin chokes on a broken moan as Jungkook starts fucking his tongue in and out. More slick
rushes out of Jimin’s hole and he’s pretty sure Jungkook’s face must be drenched. Judging from
the grunts and moans coming out of Jungkook’s mouth, he doesn’t seem to care much.

Jungkook pulls his tongue out and sucks on Jimin’s hole before catching his breath.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes. It’s so good, daddy.”

“You taste so good, baby. I really think I could eat you up.”

Jimin laughs into the mattress because this is such a Jungkook thing to say. Jungkook laughs
too before plunging his tongue back into Jimin’s hole. He eats Jimin out until he’s whimpering
and fucking himself back on Jungkook’s tongue.

Jimin’s never been this wet before, he’s never felt this good before. Every touch, every kiss from
Jungkook feels a hundred times better than all the nameless alphas Jimin’s been with. No one’s
ever been patient enough to make Jimin feel good. Everyone always does the bare minimum
and expects Jimin to be satisfied with it. No one’s ever taken pleasure in giving Jimin pleasure.
No one but Jungkook.

Jungkook makes Jimin feel good. He makes him feel pretty. He makes him feel like he matters.

“Jungkook, please,” Jimin moans without thinking. His brain is just screaming _Jungkook,
Jungkook, Jungkook._

“It’s daddy, baby,” Jungkook says after he pulls his tongue out of him.

“Sorry,” Jimin’s brain is having a hard time working properly, “daddy.”

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Jungkook peppers kisses over Jimin’s asscheeks.

“I need more, daddy.”

“Do you now?” Jungkook chuckles, “Aren’t you being a little greedy?”

Jimin buries his face into the sheets and whimpers. He feels bad for asking for more when
Jungkook is generous enough to make him feel good. He could have just prepped Jimin and
fucked him into the mattress. Tears start to prickle at the corner of Jimin’s eyes because he
really wants to be good and he doesn’t want Jungkook to think he’s being ungrateful.

“I’m sorry, daddy. You can… you can do whatever you want. I’ll be good.”

Jungkook growls before pushing a finger inside Jimin. He slides a hand down Jimin’s body to
tug on his hair and lift his head up. Jimin follows Jungkook’s hand, bracing himself on his hands
and arching his back. Jungkook fucks his fingers in and out of him in slow movements. Jimin’s
breathing quickens.

“You are so good, baby,” Jungkook growls in his ear, “you’re the best. You’re my favorite
omega.”

“Thank you, alpha,” Jimin’s voice breaks at the end.

Jungkook adds another finger inside Jimin and fucks him a little faster. He crooks his fingers
until Jimin yelps, when he finally finds his prostate. Jimin tries his best to stay up on his hands
and knees but the position hurts. Jungkook’s grip in his hair is tight and his neck is bent at an
uncomfortable angle. Jimin’s sure he’s a sight right now though.

“I’m gonna fuck you so well, baby. You deserve it. You deserve to be pounded until you cry,”
Jungkook groans against his shoulder. Jimin can tell his wolf is slowly taking over.

Jimin’s moans get louder when Jungkook adds a third finger and fucks them fast and sloppy
inside his hole. He hits his prostate dead on each time. Jimin’s getting close to his orgasm.
Precome drips down his length and his breathing is erratic.

“Alpha,” _daddy_ , Jimin doesn’t know what to call him anymore. All he knows is that he’s going
to come soon if Jungkook doesn’t stop. “‘M close,” Jimin manages to mumble.

“Isn’t that what you wanted, baby?”

“No,” Jimin whimpers, “I want...I want-.”

Jimin doesn’t have time to finish his sentence because Jungkook crooks his fingers just right
and he comes all over the sheets, broken moans and whimpers escaping his lips. Jimin digs his
nails in Jungkook’s thigh and tries to hold his weight up on one hand. Jungkook purrs against
Jimin’s back as he peppers kisses all over his skin.

Jungkook slows down the pace of his fingers but he never stops fucking Jimin. He lets go of
Jimin’s hair and Jimin falls onto the mattress, little fists gripping at the sheets as he tries to move
away from Jungkook’s fingers.

“Alpha, don’t,” Jimin says, a sob catching in his throat, “I’m too sensitive.”

Jungkook keeps purring behind Jimin. He sounds so satisfied and happy that he made Jimin
come, it’s almost cute. Jungkook pulls his fingers out of Jimin and Jimin can hear the wet
sounds his mouth makes as he licks his fingers clean. Aftershocks of pleasure make Jimin’s
body tremble now that he’s no longer being stimulated.

“Can you go again, my baby?” Jungkook drapes his body over Jimin’s back. His cock is hard
against Jimin’s thigh.

“Now?” Jimin whines, surprised that Jungkook would even ask.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never... done that before,” Jimin feels shy all of a sudden.

“Done what?” Jungkook sounds genuinely curious.

“Came twice in a row.”

Jungkook stops kissing Jimin’s skin, surprised by the admission.

“No one’s ever made you come more than once?”

Jimin shakes his head, cheeks burning. He’s as outraged as Jungkook is, really. He too wishes
alphas cared enough to make him come twice but that’s unfortunately not the case. Except,
Jungkook. Jungkook cares a lot.

“I’m devastated,” Jungkook says after a while. Jimin chuckles. “You deserve so much better.”

“I know,” Jimin smiles.

“With an ass like yours too. Why would anyone just fuck you and go. If I could I’d fuck you all
weekend long.”

“Would you really?” Jimin laughs, looking at Jungkook over his shoulder. He looks genuinely
distraught, it’s sweet.

“Yeah. You deserve to be treated like a prince. You deserve to be fucked like one too.”

“Shut up,” Jimin giggles, burying his face in the sheets.

“I mean it!”

“I know you do,” Jimin smiles fondly at Jungkook. “You’re silly.”

Jungkook smiles back before peppering more kisses all over Jimin’s back. Jimin relaxes into the
touch and he almost feels like dozing off. It feels nice to be kissed and appreciated like this.

“Can you go again?” Jungkook asks.

“Yeah,” Jimin nods.

“How do you want it?” Jungkook runs a hand up and down Jimin’s body, making goosebumps
rise on his skin.

“However you want it.”

“Turn around.”

Jimin does as he’s told with difficulty because his body feels like jelly. Jungkook maneuvers
Jimin’s body how he wants it, on his back, ass almost hanging off the edge of the bed. Jimin
spreads his legs on each side of Jungkook’s hips who’s standing by the bed. Jungkook reaches
for the condom on the bedside table. He unwraps it and slides it down his hard cock.

Jimin simply looks at him. His dark hair is a mess atop his head, his chest is shiny with sweat
and there’s slick everywhere. On his thighs, on his stomach, on his cock and even on his chest.
He looks breathtaking.

Jungkook catches him looking but Jimin doesn’t care. They smile at each other and Jungkook
leans over Jimin to kiss him. The kiss is gentle, it’s a just a slide of their lips but it’s sensual.
Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders and Jungkook slide a hand in between their
bodies to stroke Jimin’s cock into hardness. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to get hard again and
to leak more slick.

The room smells mostly like Jimin. His scent is everywhere on Jungkook and on himself, Jimin
can barely make out the woodsy smell of Jungkook’s scent. Jungkook smells like Jimin and is
omega is pleased beyond belief.

“Come on,” Jimin breathes out in between kisses, “fuck me, alpha.”

Jungkook growls and digs his teeth in Jimin’s bottom lip. He leans back and guides the head of
his cock to Jimin’s entrance. Jimin braces himself for the stretch and when Jungkook finally
pushes in, he sighs contentedly.

Jimin takes Jungkook’s cock more easily than last time and the alpha seems pleased. Jimin’s
omega keens. Jimin drops his head on the mattress and squeezes his eyes shut when
Jungkook starts fucking into him in slow thrusts. Jungkook’s cock is so deep inside him he can
feel it in his stomach.

When Jimin opens his eyes, Jungkook’s looking at him. He looks enthralled by the sight of
Jimin’s flushed face and parted lips. Jimin can’t look away from him either, their eyes are locked
together and in this moment, the world around them is forgotten. It’s just them and their
connected bodies. Jimin only sees Jungkook. Jungkook only sees Jimin.

Jungkook catches Jimin’s lips in a kiss and quickens the pace of his hips. Jimin moans into the
kiss and digs his nails into Jungkook’s back. The drag of Jungkook’s cock against his walls feels
heavenly. Just like the warmth of his body and the feeling of lips against Jimin’s. Everything
about Jungkook feels heavenly.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Jungkook pants against Jimin’s lips.

Sweat drips down his face and his hair is matted to his forehead but he looks gorgeous.

“More, Jungkook,” Jimin whimpers.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

Jungkook pecks his lips one last time before sliding his arms under Jimin’s thighs. He wraps his
arms around Jimin’s hips and then lifts Jimin off of the bed. Jimin yelps in surprise and wraps his
arms tightly around Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook cups Jimin’s ass and lifts him up before
dropping him back down on his cock.

Jimin gasps because Jungkook’s literally standing up and bouncing Jimin up and down on his
cock like he weighs nothing. Jungkook’s cock reaches so deep inside him Jimin feels like he
could cry. He hits his prostate dead-on each time he fucks his cock into Jimin.

“Oh my god, Jungkook,” Jimin moans brokenly.

“You like that, baby?” Jungkook sounds out of breath and Jimin doesn’t blame him.

Jimin tries his best to rock his hips up and down to help Jungkook but Jungkook’s doing most of
the work. Jimin feels like he’s going to lose his mind. He’s literally being impaled on Jungkook’s
cock and it feels amazing. He feels dizzy from pleasure and drunk on Jungkook’s cock. He’s so
loud, moaning and sometimes even screaming because it feels too good.

Jungkook’s biceps are bulging with Jimin’s weight and Jimin can’t help but wrap a hand around
one of them. The muscle feels rock solid under his palm and it makes Jimin’s dick twitch.

“Holy shit,” Jimin gasps.

He’s being fucked within an inch of his life right now and he hates himself for not going for
younger alphas before this. This is truly an eye opening experience.

“I bet you’ve never been fucked like this. Huh, baby?” Jungkook grunts out. “Has an alpha ever
fucked you like this? Has anyone ever fucked you this good?”

Jimin can’t respond he’s too busy drooling all over Jungkook’s neck. He’s being fucked
completely silly and can’t comprehend a word Jungkook says. All he knows is that he’s never
loved alpa cock more in his entire life than right now.

Jungkook bounces Jimin up and down on his cock faster, his pace becoming erratic. He fucks
up into Jimin every time to bury his cock as deep as he can. Slick is pouring from Jimin’s hole,
making a mess of Jungkook’s thighs and the hotel room floor. Jimin’s never produced this much
slick in his entire life.

Jimin’s mumbling incoherent words against Jungkook’s scent gland and tears are rolling down
his face. The squelch of Jungkook’s cock ramming into Jimin’s dripping wet hole is obscene and
is almost as loud as Jimin’s cries.

Jimin can’t even see or hear anything, all he feels is the drag of Jungkook’s cock inside him and
all he can smell is Jungkook’s scent. He doesn’t want anything else. He doesn’t need anything
else. He doesn’t want it to stop but his body can’t take much more. His orgasm builds, builds
and builds until it comes crashing down.

Jimin digs his teeth into Jungkook’s neck, just above his scent gland, as he comes for the
second time tonight. Cum spurts out of his cock and onto Jungkook’s chest and his hole squirts
out so much slick it splashes everywhere on the floor, the bed, Jungkook’s legs.

Jungkook growls so loud it shakes Jimin’s body. The alpha fucks up into Jimin a few more times
until he comes hard inside the condom. Jimin cries out when Jungkook falls onto the bed and
his cock hits his over sensitive prostate. Jimin is literally crushed under Jungkook’s body but he
doesn’t have the strength to say anything.

Jimin can’t feel his legs, he can’t even tell if they’re still attached to his body. All he can really
feel is Jungkook’s cock stretching his rim. They’re breathing heavily and they’re drenched in
sweat and slick. At some point Jimin can taste blood on his tongue and his heart skips a beat.
He opens his eyes and tries to examine Jungkook’s neck but he can’t move with Jungkook’s
body pinning him down to the bed.

“Jungkook,” he croaks out.

Jungkook doesn’t move an inch.

“Jungkook, show me your neck.”

Jungkook growls when Jimin tries to push his body off of him. It’s not like he ever could anyway,
Jungkook’s way too heavy.

“Jungkook, you’re hurting me,” Jimin whines.

Jungkook instantly moves at the words, rolling off of Jimin and onto the mattress. Jimin feels like
he can breathe again without the added weight but he doesn’t like not having Jungkook stuck to
his body.

Jungkook looks drained. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted as he’s still trying to catch
his breath. He’s a mess of sweat and slick and he’s never looked as hot as he does now.

Jimin tries to roll over but his body isn’t cooperating. He’s completely worn out and his lower
back is starting to ache. He still can’t feel his legs.

Jimin lifts himself over Jungkook’s chest as best as he can and gasps when he sees a bite mark
on his neck.

“Fuck,” Jimin breathes out. Jungkook groans but he’s as immobile as before.
There’s blood coming out of the bite mark but it’s not as bad as Jimin thought. Jimin runs a
thumb over the mark and sighs in relief when he realizes the bite isn’t deep enough to create a
bond.

Jimin curses himself and his omega for being so careless. He doesn’t know what he would have
done if he accidentally mated Jungkook. It would have been dramatic and he really can’t afford
taking risks like this. He doesn’t have the luxury of making mistakes because his mistakes
influence Haewon’s life.

And this.

This would have been a terrible mistake.

Jimin falls back onto the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Jungkook’s still doesn’t move beside
him and Jimin’s pretty sure he fell asleep. Jimin can’t leave because his legs would definitely
give out underneath him if he tried to walk.

Jimin feels completely sated but he also feels anxious. He can’t put himself in another situation
where he completely loses control but he knows that after tonight he won’t be able to stay away
from Jungkook. Jimin tries to push the thoughts away as best as he can.

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, body curled against Jungkook’s warm side.

Notes for the Chapter:

> Here it is! I hope you enjoyed this new chapter! There's still a lot more to the story which I
hope you're excited to read.
>
> Please let me know what you thought in the comments it keeps me motivated. Kudos are also
appreciated ♥
>
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**To daddy alpha:

**GOODBYE

Jimin giggles before dropping his phone on the mess of blankets he’s buried under. It’s always
fun to bicker with Jungkook because he can be as stubborn as Jimin. There’s never a dull day
with Jungkook and it’s probably what makes Jimin come back to him every time.

Jungkook is exciting, he brings unpredictability to Jimin’s otherwise routine life. Jimin loves
Haewon with his entire heart but he knows he missed out on a lot since he got her. He had her
at 20 while he was still in college and he had to stop partying and hanging out with his friends
because he had to take care of her. Then he had to figure how to graduate while raising a child,
had to find a job to support her and he didn’t get to experience his twenties like all of his friends
did.

Jimin doesn’t regret having Haewon and he never will, but sometimes he feels like he’s late in
experiencing certain things. He misses being free and irresponsible. Being a parent means he
has to think over everything carefully. His mistakes will always have an impact on Haewon and
it’s a lot of pressure.

Having sex with Jungkook might be the first irresponsible thing Jimin has done in 8 years. He
knows he shouldn’t have kept in contact with him after they first had sex. He knows he shouldn’t
enjoy talking to Jungkook so much. He’s playing with fire but he can’t stay away from Jungkook.

Not even 10 minutes later, Jimin’s phone buzzes again.

**From daddy alpha:

**are we gonna address the fact that you bit me?
Jimin gasps and almost chokes on his saliva. He forgot. His brain somehow erased that very
important information from his memory. He doesn’t even remember when he did it and he
certainly doesn’t understand why he did it. The act was totally controlled by his omega instincts.

Jimin chews on his bottom lip and tries to control his breathing not to panic. It’s fine. He made
sure the bite wasn’t deep. He hates that his omega thought it was a good idea to try and lay a
claim on an alpha he only met a few weeks ago. He doesn’t want to imagine how messy it
would have been if he had created a bond with Jungkook.

He likes Jungkook but they don’t know each other enough to even consider mating. He’s 7
years younger than Jimin and still in college. Jimin has a kid. There’s no way this could ever
work. There’s no way Jungkook would ever want to be Jimin’s mate. Jimin would feel like he
robbed Jungkook of his life.

Jimin swallows and calls Jungkook. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up.

_“Hi princess,”_ Jungkook greets him. Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Don’t call me princess.”

_“What can I call you?”_ Jungkook asks and Jimin can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Jimin.”

Jungkook laughs and Jimin’s surprised he’s not more freaked out about the fact that he literally
bit him.

“So,” Jimin starts but he doesn’t really know how to approach the subject.

_“So.”_

“I bit you,” Jimin guesses going straight to the point always works.

_“You did.”_

Jimin sighs. He wishes Jungkook would help him a little here. Jimin doesn’t know what to tell
him. He’s ashamed of what he did. Staking a claim on someone means a lot and Jimin doesn’t
like that Jungkook is so unbothered by it. He’d like Jungkook to take this a little more seriously.

Jimin is mad at himself for letting himself go so easily but he’s mostly mad at his omega for
seeing Jungkook as a potential mate.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin mumbles. He hates apologizing because it means he did something wrong. He
hates making mistakes. “I didn’t mean to bite you but you were literally fucking me silly. I didn’t
even realize I bit you until we were done. I checked though. It wasn’t deep enough to create a
bond.”

_“It’s so cute that your omega wants to claim me,”_ Jungkook says. Jimin can hear people
speaking loudly in the background.

“That’s not…” Jimin sputters, “that’s not what it was.” He shakes his head because he doesn’t
sound convincing at all.

_“I’ve never met such a possessive omega before,”_ Jungkook chuckles. _“You scented me so
much it’s like you’re right next to me.”_

Jimin’s omega preens at the words. It’s ridiculous how easily affected he is by Jungkook
sometimes.

“It’s because you fuck me well,” Jimin says, wincing when he moves his legs and it shoots pain
to his back. “My omega likes that.”

_“Not just your omega,”_ Jungkook teases. _“You were a spluttering mess last night. I’ve never
seen someone like cock so much.”_

“Shut up, Jungkook,” Jimin groans, cheeks flushing pink.

_“What are you doing right now?”_

“Nothing. I’m dying on my couch,” Jimin says, looking at a couple kissing on the tv screen. He
wants to be kissed too right now.

_“Can we fuck again?”_ Jungkook asks. _“I’m kind of horny.”_

“I can’t,” Jimin’s pouting, “my butt hurts.”

Jimin can hear a ruffling sound in the background followed by a groan and Jungkook saying
_“fuckers”_. Jungkook winces in pain and it makes Jimin giggle.

_“I’ll suck you off,”_ Jungkook says once he’s recovered from whatever hurt him.

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. Jungkook’s offer does sound appealing.

_“Can we?”_ Jungkook asks when Jimin doesn’t answer.

“Where though?” Jimin says, biting his nails.

_“Can I come over to your place? Haewon’s still at her dad’s isn’t she?”_ Jungkook sounds
hopeful.

“I don’t bring alphas home, Jungkook.”

_“Why not?”_ Jungkook whines and Jimin finds it cute.

“Because their scent get everywhere and then I have to explain to Haewon why home smells
like a stranger.”

_“Right…,”_ Jungkook starts before pausing. _“I smell like you though.”_

Jimin’s breath gets caught in his throat. Jungkook’s right. Jimin scented him last night and Jimin
never does a half ass job at scenting so Jungkook probably doesn’t even smell like him
anymore. Jimin drops his head against the back of the couch and looks at the ceiling. He
doesn’t know what to do. He’s never brought an alpha home and it’s something he’s always
been very adamant about.

Yet, Jungkook just has to bring it up once for Jimin to actually consider breaking his rule.

Jimin doesn’t like how weak it makes him feel.

_“That means I won’t leave my scent everywhere,”_ Jungkook continues.

“That’s true.”

“So,” Jungkook drags the word, “should I come over? We’ll make out and if you get horny I’ll
suck you off. I give good massages too if your back hurts too much.”

Jimin groans because it sounds very, very appealing. Jungkook’s ready to come over just to
make out and he’s even offering to give Jimin a massage. Jungkook is such a doting alpha it
takes Jimin aback every time. He’s not used to being treated so well.

It also worries him that Jungkook is willing to spend time with Jimin whether sex is involved or
not. They’re supposed to see each other just to have sex, nothing else.

Jimin should say no.

“I’m really considering saying yes,” he knows he won’t say no.

_“I’m great company,”_ Jungkook offers.

“I guess,” Jimin hates how true this is.

_“I’ll be good.”_

“Fine,” Jimin wants to slap himself in the face. “I’ll text you my address.”

_“I’ll be right there!”_ Jungkook sounds overjoyed.

Jimin hangs up and sinks into the couch, cursing himself internally for being so weak. He knows
that if he starts saying yes to Jungkook now, it’s going to be impossible to say no in the future.
He shouldn’t let Jungkook into his life so easily and yet he can’t help it.

Jimin sighs before sending Jungkook his address.

…………&…………

It’s the first time Jimin’s meeting with Jungkook without putting any effort in his appearance.
He’s only wearing a large white shirt that reaches mid thigh and a pair of boxers.

When the doorbell rings, Jimin groans because he didn’t consider the fact that he has to get up
and walk all the way to the door to let Jungkook in. His lower back hurts too much to move. It’s a
difficult task but Jimin manages to limp all the way to the door.

When he opens it, Jungkook beams at him. He hasn’t put much effort in his outfit either, simply
wearing grey sweatpants and a black dress shirt. It’s a weird look but somehow he makes it
work.

“Hi,” Jimin says before returning Jungkook’s smile, “come in.”

“Thanks. How’s your back?” Jungkook asks, smirking. Jimin wants to punch him in the face. Or
kiss him. One of the two.

“Sore, thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Jimin rolls his eyes before taking Jungkook by the arm to lead him into the living room.
Jungkook looks around the apartment and smiles when he sees Jimin’s nest.
“That’s cute,” Jungkook says, pointing at the mess of blankets. “Am I allowed to get into your
nest?”

“It’s not a real nest,” Jimin answers, leading Jungkook to the couch and sitting him on the still
warm blankets. Jimin straddles his lap and wraps his arms around his shoulders, burying his
face in Jungkook’s neck.

“Someone’s very needy today,” Jungkook says but he still wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist.

Jimin ignores him and buries his nose against Jungkook’s scent gland. It’s almost imperceptible
under the smell of flowers but Jimin can make out his woodsy scent. It relaxes him instantly.

“How’s your neck?” Jimin mumbles.

“It’s fine. It’s already healing. People think I’m mated now it’s funny. My frat brothers freaked out
when they saw me this morning,” Jungkook laughs and it jostles Jimin’s body.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispers.

“It’s fine, Jimin.”

“It’s not fine. I could have claimed you, Jungkook. That would have been a terrible mistake.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook says.

There’s no conviction in his voice and it makes Jimin nervous. He doesn’t want Jungkook to
think they could make it work if they mated. Jimin likes Jungkook, he’s a nice guy, good
company and even better company in bed, but the two of them could never work. They’re at two
completely different points in their lives.

Jimin’s almost in his thirties, he has a career and he’s raising a child. Jungkook’s still in college,
he has a lot to figure out and to experience. What they’re doing is fun but it’s nothing like being
in a relationship. Relationships are too complicated and for Jimin they’re a real headache.

There’s too much to think about like how to introduce Haewon to a boyfriend, how to add in a
new person to their little family. Will Haewon accept to share Jimin with a new person? What if
she gets attached and the relationship doesn’t work out? It could break Haewon’s heart as much
as it’d break Jimin’s.

Jimin isn’t brave enough to try. He’s too afraid of failing.

“What do you want to do?” Jungkook asks when the silence start to become uncomfortable.
“Let’s just make out,” Jimin says before catching Jungkook’s lips in a kiss.

Jungkook chuckles into the kiss before cupping Jimin’s ass to bring their bodies closer. Jimin
moans, lips sliding softly against Jungkook’s. The kiss is languid, there’s no ulterior motive
behind it, they don’t plan on taking it further. Which should be weird seeing as they’re supposed
to be fuck buddies but Jimin doesn’t really care right now. Jungkook’s a good kisser and he’s
willing to kiss Jimin. Jimin’s not going to say no.

They spend minutes, maybe hours, exchanging kisses and cuddling. At one point, Jungkook’s
hands end up under Jimin’s shirt and Jimin’s hands are buried in Jungkook’s hair. Their lips are
kiss swollen and a dark red but it feels nice. Jimin likes having someone there to keep him
company.

Weekends without Haewon are usually very boring. He’s all alone unless he’s able to meet up
with Seokjin and Hoseok but they’re often busy with their own lives. Jimin used to like being
alone but now he hates it. He’d like to have someone to spend time with when he’s not with
Haewon. He always tells himself that he doesn’t need more than Haewon and his friends, that
he doesn’t need a mate or a boyfriend.

His omega disagrees, of course.

His omega craves to have someone there to comfort and support him. Jimin tries so hard to be
self-sufficient and independent but sometimes, just sometimes, he’d like to have someone there
to help him. He would never admit it out loud but he knows, deep down, that he’ll never truly be
happy on his own.

The kisses are starting to get heated when they’re interrupted. Jungkook’s hands are in Jimin’s
boxers and he’s getting hard. They both jump in surprise when the doorbell rings. They break
the kiss and share a confused look.

“Are you expecting someone?” Jungkook whispers as if the person behind the door could hear
them.

“No!” Jimin whisper yells back. Jimin tries to get off of Jungkook’s lap but Jungkook still has his
hands down his boxers. “Can you stop groping my ass, please?”

Jungkook blinks at him before realization hits him.

“Oh! Sorry,” he says before taking his hands out.

Jimin heads to the door, rearranging his shirt over his thighs and his shoulders. When he opens
the door his heart drops to the floor.
“Jungwoo?” Jimin asks dumbly.

“Mommy!”

Jimin doesn’t have time to react before a very happy Haewon wraps her arms around his hips,
hugging him tightly.

“Hi, baby.”

Jimin picks her up and lets her scent him, her little nose brushing against his scent gland. Jimin
looks at Jungwoo in confusion. He wasn’t supposed to get Haewon back before tomorrow.

“What’s going on?” Jimin asks and Jungwoo looks as confused as he is.

“Aren’t you gonna let me in?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Jimin steps aside to let him in before closing the door. When he turns around Jungwoo’s facing
a very frazzled Jungkook in the living room. Jimin wants to hit his head against the wall, this is
exactly what he didn’t want to happen. This is way too soon and Jimin isn’t prepared for this.

“Um,” Jimin’s words get stuck in his throat. Anxiety is starting to fill his scent and Haewon is
getting agitated, whining softly against his neck.

Jungwoo and Jungkook are having a staring contest and it’s clear that they don’t appreciate
each other’s presence. Jungkook’s holding his ground against Jungwoo’s posturing, even
though, as a younger alpha, he shouldn’t try to assert dominance over an older one.

The whole room is starting to smell like alpha pheromones and it’s driving Jimin’s omega crazy.
Not in a good way.

To Jimin’s surprise, Jungkook’s the one to break the silence first.

“I’m Jungkook,” he says before extending his hand, “a friend of Jimin’s.”

“Aren’t you a little young to be Jimin’s friend?” Jungwoo retorts, not extending his hand in return.

Jungkook scoffs before dropping his hand to his side. Jungwoo turns to Jimin, eyes trailing up
and down his body. Jimin can see Jungkook tightening his jaw.

“Do you always wear this when you hang out with friends?” Jungwoo asks with disdain.
Jimin’s blood boils and his scent sours with anger. Haewon looks up and kisses Jimin’s cheek.
That’s what she always does when Jimin gets angry or frustrated because it always makes him
smile.

Jimin kisses her forehead and smiles at her before putting her down on the floor.

“Baby, can you go play in your room? I need to talk to your dad.”

“Are you going to fight again?” Haewon asks. Her little hands fist the hem of Jimin’s shirt.

“No, sweetheart. We’re just going to talk,” Jimin crouches to her level and smiles at her. “We’ll
bake some cookies together once I’m done talking to your dad, okay?”

Haewon frowns. She doesn’t seem convinced but she nods and kisses Jimin’s cheek one more
time before heading to her room.

“Aren’t you gonna say bye, Haewon?” Jungwoo asks softly.

“Bye,” Haewon mumbles with no emotion in her voice before closing her bedroom door.

Jimin stands up and the anger is back as soon as he meets Jungwoo’s eyes.

“What are you doing here? I was supposed to pick her up tomorrow morning,” Jimin’s tone is
cold.

“No, I told you I was leaving for China tonight and that’d I’d drop her off this afternoon.”

“You told me that a month ago! Why didn’t you remind me when we saw each other yesterday?”

“Oh, so it’s my fault that you didn’t remember?” Jungwoo scoffs darkly, casting a glance at
Jungkook who seems almost as angry as Jimin is. “I’m sorry that I interrupted you and your little
friend, I’m sure you guys were having a nice time together but you can’t blame me for forgetting
that you were supposed to get your daughter back today.”

Jimin hates himself for forgetting about it but he mostly hates Jungwoo for being such a prick
about it. He never loses an opportunity to make him feel inadequate. Jungwoo must be over the
moon about the fact that Jimin’s fucking a younger alpha. It’s just another thing he can hold
against him.

“Fine. Get out,” Jimin says before heading to the door and opening it for Jungwoo.

“Nice to meet you, Junghoon,” Jungwoo says, smirking at Jungkook.

“It’s Jungkook. And I can’t really say the same about you.”

Jungkook’s body is tense and he’s never looked so big before. His eyebrows and dark eyes
almost make him look scary. Jimin’s never seen him look like an actual alpha and he can’t deny
that the sight affects him and his omega.

“Adorable,” Jungwoo says before turning on his heels.

He stops in front of Jimin and looks as condescending as ever.

“Seriously, Jimin? You fuck high schoolers now?”

“I’m 21,” Jungkook says.

Jimin didn’t notice him getting closer. He’s standing behind him like a mate would and Jimin
doesn’t feel as small as he usually does when he’s in the presence of Jungwoo.

“Well, at least he’s legal,” Jungwoo doesn’t even look at Jungkook and Jimin can tell it only
serves to make him angrier.

“He told you to get out,” Jungkook grits out. Jimin shivers at the authoritative tone.

“I think you should get out too,” Jungwoo says, eyes darkening, “I don’t want some random
alpha to hang around my daughter.”

“Stop it! Both of you,” Jimin says.

Jungkook’s chest is stuck to Jimin’s back now and Jimin feels hot. No alpha has ever acted this
protective of him before and his omega is preening. It’s not something he expected from
Jungkook but Jimin welcomes the support. He feels less nervous now that he can feel him
against him.

“Go, Jungwoo.”

“He’s not staying,” Jungwoo points at Jungkook.

“I live here. I decide who stays and who goes. And I want you to go.”

“Fine,” Jungwoo scoffs before addressing Jungkook, “you won’t be here for long anyway. Jimin
gets bored very easily.”

“That’s none of your business,” Jungkook retorts.

“Sure. He can offer himself to as many alphas as he wants, he’s not mine anymore,” Jungwoo
smirks before leaving, casting one last glance at Jimin, disgust clear in his eyes.

“I was never yours,” Jimin mumbles before slamming the door shut.

There’s a long silence after that. Jimin doesn’t know what to say and Jungkook doesn’t seem to
know what to do. He doesn’t leave Jimin’s side though which Jimin truly appreciates. Jimin tries
to calm down his breathing to stop the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes.

Jungkook must smell the distress in his scent because he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist
and hugs him from behind. Jimin leans back against Jungkook’s chest and sighs contentedly.
Jungkook kisses Jimin’s cheek like Haewon always does, and it makes Jimin smile.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook whispers in his ear.

“I’m okay.”

Jimin turns in Jungkook’s embrace and wraps his hands around his neck before kissing him. It’s
a gentle kiss that’s meant to bring them comfort. Jimin’s heart doesn’t stop racing but it races for
a completely different reason this time.

“Mommy!”

Jimin and Jungkook break apart as soon as they hear Haewon’s voice. She runs up to them
with a doll in her hand. Her hair is a mess on top of her head and her cheeks are flushed pink
from running around in her room. She stops at their sides and looks at Jungkook like he has
three heads.

Her small nose flares as she gets closer to Jungkook who looks scared out of his mind, eyes
wide like saucers. It’s like he’s facing a wild animal. It makes Jimin laugh under his breath.

“You smell like my mommy,” Haewon says once she stops smelling Jungkook.

Jimin’s face reddens and Jungkook is no better.

“Uh,” Jungkook tries to say but he’s like a fish out of water.

“Haewon, this is Jungkook,” Jimin says after clearing his throat, “he’s a friend.”

“Why does he smell like you?” Haewon turns her accusing eyes to Jimin.

“Because we hugged,” that’s the only answer Jimin can come up with and it doesn’t seem to
satisfy Haewon.
“You hug Seokjin oppa all the time but he doesn’t smell like you,” she turns to Jungkook, “Did
you kiss my mommy?”

“No!” Jungkook’s voice is way too loud and Haewon raises an eyebrow at him. Jimin’s
completely mortified.

“I think you did,” Haewon crosses her arms over her chest. “Why did my mommy scent you?”
she asks Jungkook but she doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead she turns to Jimin, “Is he your
boyfriend, mommy?”

In this moment Jimin hates his daughter for being so perceptive. Jungkook laughs and Jimin
glares at him.

“He’s just a friend Haewon. Can you say goodbye, Jungkook has to go,” Jimin says while
looking pointedly at Jungkook.

“Right,” he plays along, “yes, I have to go study.”

Jimin internally facepalms himself.

“You go to school?” Haewon’s frown deepens and Jungkook is starting to look pale.

“I.. I-,” Jungkook stutters, unsure of what to say.

“Okay, come on. Enough with the questions. Haewon, go wash your hands. Jungkook, close
your mouth and go.”

Jimin gives Haewon a stern look and she knows not to test his patience so she mutters a
_“goodbye”_ and waves at Jungkook before heading to the kitchen. Jungkook waves back but
he looks dumbfounded.

“I fucked up!” Jungkook whisper yells.

“That’s an understatement.”

Jimin opens the door for him, leaning against it while he observes Jungkook’s mini freak out.

“Do you think she hates me? She’s scary, you know. As scary as you. You can tell she’s your
daughter. I couldn’t even speak. That’s not how I imagined our first meeting to go!”

“You weren’t supposed to meet her at all,” Jimin says. His heart drops when Jungkook’s face
falls.
“Oh.”

Jimin hates that he feels bad because he shouldn’t. Why would he introduce a guy he has sex
with to his daughter. He’s surprised Jungkook has ever considered meeting Haewon because
Jimin’s always said this was a no strings attached relationship. Jungkook said it too.

“You should go,” Jimin breathes out. He tries to swallow the lump in his throat.

“Yeah,” Jungkook hesitates for a second, hovering next to Jimin. “See you,” he says before
kissing Jimin on the lips.

“See you.”

Jungkook smiles at him before leaving, looking over his shoulder one last time before Jimin
closes the door, smiling back.

…………&…………

Jungkook is bored.

He’s sitting in the big room of Alpha Sig’s house, watching reaction videos to artists he doesn’t
even know. He actually has to finish a photography project and he has an essay to write for his
literature class but he’s procrastinating.

He’s trying to think of something else that isn’t Jimin but it seems impossible these days. The
omega is always in the back of his mind and his scent is still on Jungkook’s neck. He’s trying not
to think about how his stomach dropped when Jimin said he was never supposed to meet
Haewon because it doesn’t make sense.

It’s not like he ever imagined meeting Haewon in the first place, but if he ever was to meet her
he would have liked for it to go more smoothly. He totally made a fool out of himself in front of
Jimin and Haewon. He didn’t think he was scared of kids but apparently he is. Or maybe he’s
scared of Haewon because she’s Jimin’s daughter and a part of him wants to impress Jimin.

Jungkook did a better job at meeting Jungwoo for the first time, which doesn’t say much
considering it was a very unpleasant first meeting. Jungkook doesn’t know anything about Jimin
and Jungwoo’s relationship, but he’s wondered many times how Jimin ended up having
Haewon.
What he can tell from meeting Jungwoo is that their relationship must have been rocky.
Jungkook wonders what Jimin saw in Jungwoo in the first place. The guy’s an asshole. Jimin
doesn’t deserve to be talked down to. Jimin is incredible and he deserves to be treated like a
prince. Not that Jungkook would ever say that out loud.

Jungkook sighs and locks his phone before pocketing it. It’s a sunday and the house is quiet.
Everyone is either sleeping, nursing their hangovers or doing their homework. Twenty-two
alphas live in this house and most of the time Jungkook feels lonely. He doesn’t have much in
common with the other members, but he gets along with a few of them. College life is so busy
it’s hard to maintain friendships though.

If Jungkook didn’t have Taehyung, he’d be alone. He would have Jimin, maybe, if having sex
with someone can be considered as having someone. He feels like him and Jimin are friends in
some ways. They talk almost everyday, they spend time together from time to time and
Jungkook feels good when he’s around him. They don’t talk about their personal lives much but
they have some type of friendship. Jungkook cherishes it.

Jungkook jumps when a pillow hits him in the face. He frowns and looks for the source of the
attack. Jay and Wonho are wearing shit eating grins on their faces as they drop into the bean
bags next to the couch.

“Hey Jeon,” Wonho say, “you look like shit.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

Wonho and Jay are the most insufferable members of Alpha Sig and if Jungkook had a say in
this he would just ignore them and pretend like they don’t exist at all. Except they seem to love
taunting Jungkook every chance they get. Jungkook gets along with them when he’s drunk off
his face and can’t tell people apart.

“Where have you been this past month?” Jay asks. “You’re always in your room or with that
Taehyung guy.”

“I’m busy,” Jungkook says. They don’t need to know more.

“You went from first place to third place on the scoreboard. What’s up with that?” Wonho asks,
spreading his legs and sinking deeper into his bean bag.

Jungkook totally forgot about the stupid competition he’s taking part him. Jungkook’s in his
second year of college, he won the competition last year when he managed to have sex with
135 omegas. He didn’t win anything other than bragging rights and a reputation. He decided the
join again this year and was doing good until…
Until he met Jimin.

Jungkook didn’t realize he stopped seeing other omegas. It’s been a month since he met Jimin
and he hasn’t fucked anyone else. It’s very out of character for Jungkook who’s used to being
with a different omega every other day. Jungkook likes sex as much as any other alpha his age,
he’s usually very active. It’s strange that he doesn’t feel like he’s missing something. He had sex
twice in a month, both times with Jimin.

It’s not like his brain even considered any other potential sexual partners.

Only Jimin.

Jungkook should be more scared about what this means, but he’s not. He’s not entirely
surprised when all he’s been thinking about lately is Jimin. If he was met with a willing and
gorgeous omega Jungkook knows he wouldn’t be interested. He’s not interested in anyone but
Jimin.

It makes sense to be interested in only one person but Jungkook hopes that whenever Jimin
decides to stop whatever they have, he won’t be left empty and purposeless.

Jungkook has a feeling he’s the one who’s going to get burned whenever this whole thing
comes crashing down. It’s inevitable. Jimin won’t ever want him for more. Jungkook shouldn’t
even think about wanting more. He can’t.

“Did omegas finally realize you’re a bad lay?” Jay snickers. Jungkook couldn’t care less about
what they think.

“They only like him because he has a pretty face,” Wonho adds.

“It’s a stupid game anyway,” Jungkook says, glaring at them.

“You’ve always been a sore loser,” Jay smirks. He’s not wrong but this isn’t what this is about.

“You smelled like an omega a few weeks ago,” Wonho starts and Jungkook already hates where
this is going. “Did you find yourself a little boyfriend?”

“Are you seeing someone, Jeon?” Jay asks. They’re like to evil twins.

“I’m not,” Jungkook mumbles. Anger starts flaring in his chest.

“You’re always texting this one guy. A certain Jimin nom nom?” Jay and Wonho laugh.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jungkook bites back. He needs to get out of here or he’s going to punch
something.

“Maybe he’s in love. Is he hot?” Wonho asks, licking his lips.

“Does he go to SNU?” Jay asks.

“I’m not telling you anything about him,” Jungkook says as he hops off the couch.

“Why not?” Wonho leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “Do you have something to
hide?”

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“He’s not,” Jungkook hates how his voice break on the words.

“Do you want him to be?”

“No,” why does it feel like he’s lying?

“What is he then?”

“That’s none of your business.” Jungkook feels cornered. He feels like a prey in the middle of a
pack of wolves. He doesn’t like these questions, he doesn’t like how they make him feel. He
needs to get out. He needs to not think about this.

“So he’s just a fuck buddy? That you may or may not care about?”

Jungkook walks around the couch to get out of the room. He doesn’t want to talk about this
anymore.

“He’s just someone I’m seeing. That’s all I have to say.”

“Love is in the air,” Jay mocks.

“You guys are so annoying,” Jungkook says, doing his best to stop himself from letting out a
growl. He’s burning with anger and distress. He hates them and their stupid questions. He hates
how he feels, how much it hurts to say Jimin isn’t his.

“So you’re out of the game?” Wonho says, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says before leaving the room, “I’m out of the game.”
Jungkook leaves the house as fast as he can and walks with no destination in mind. He just
needs to breathe and to stop thinking.

He doesn’t want to fuck anyone else. He doesn’t want Jimin.

One of those statements is a complete lie.

…………&…………

“He called me and asked me out on a date. It doesn’t make sense, we’ve barely ever talked. I
didn’t know I was even on his radar. We have nothing in common. He’s a frat boy and I’m me,”
Taehyung tells Jungkook as they walk back to his apartment.

Jungkook is only half listening which isn’t fair on Taehyung because his best friend is always
there for him when he needs him. Jungkook just can’t focus on anything. He’s trying his best to
ignore the way something warm churns in his belly every time he thinks about Jimin’s scent, his
laugh, the feeling of his soft skin.

Purposely trying not to think about something actually makes you think about that exact thing.
Jungkook is a mess and he needs to find himself a new distraction, something that doesn’t
involve a pretty omega who smells like flowers.

“You’re not listening to me, asshole,” Taehyung says, hitting Jungkook in the arm.

“Sorry,” Jungkook says, rubbing the spot where Taehyung hit him.

“What’s going on with you?” Taehyung asks, concern written all over his face.

“It’s nothing.”

“You smell sad.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook says, shaking his head.

It’s not that he’s sad, he’s just confused about how he feels. He doesn’t want to think about
Jimin but he’s craving his company. He needs to see him and to feel him. He wants to kiss and
touch him, to make him feel good.

“You’re lying,” Taehyung says, stepping aside to avoid walking into an elderly lady.
They’re walking out of the park separating their campus and a busier part of the city when
Jungkook spots him. Jungkook stops in his tracks and holds onto Taehyung’s arm to stop him
too.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Taehyung asks.

“Jimin,” Jungkook says, eyes trained on the omega who’s standing outside a building on the
other side of the road with some guy he’s never seen before.

“Huh?” Taehyung turns to look. “Oh yeah.”

“Hide,” Jungkook says, leading him behind a bush. Taehyung makes a fuss at being pushed
around.

“Jungkook, what the hell?” Taehyung jerks his arm out of Jungkook’s hold. “Why are we hiding?”

Jungkook leans forward to look at Jimin in between branches of the unkempt bush. Jimin’s
laughing at something the guy is saying, throwing his body forward like he always does. Jimin’s
wearing black leggings and a white sweater that looks incredibly soft even from here.

The words “Dance Studio” are written on a plaque on the building. This is where Jimin works.
Jungkook has walked past this building a hundred times but he’s never bumped into Jimin.

Jungkook’s scent turns sour at the sight of Jimin with someone else. It’s stupid because this guy
could be a friend. He’s probably a friend. But Jungkook can’t help but feel jealous. Jungkook has
never really had any reason to be jealous in his life before because he’s never had anyone he
cared enough about. Except, Taehyung.

When they were kids, Jungkook would feel jealous every time Taehyung played with other kids.
Taehyung is two years older, they weren’t even in the same grade so it made sense that he had
friends his age. Still, Jungkook hated being left out and he hated that the other kids thought they
could steal him from him. Jungkook doesn’t like to share, but with people he tries not to show it
as much. He doesn’t own Taehyung, he would never tell him not to talk to other people but he
can’t help feeling jealous nonetheless.

He doesn’t want to share Jimin either.

His alpha is restless, begging Jungkook to go over there to do some posturing. Jungkook
doesn’t do posturing unless it’s absolutely necessary. Like he did when Jungwoo talked down to
Jimin. He did it because he could smell distress in Jimin’s scent. He didn’t do it to prove
Jungwoo anything, he did it to reassure Jimin and to let him know he was there if he needed.
Jimin is strong enough to fight his own battles but Jungkook is there for him if the battle scars
get to be too much.

“Who’s that guy?” Jungkook says and he doesn’t try to hide his contempt.

“Let me see,” Taehyung says trying to squeeze in between Jungkook and the bush. “Oh! That’s
Yoongi hyung.”

“Who?” Jungkook frowns. “How do you know his name?”

A woman looks at them weirdly as she walks past them. Jungkook realizes how creepy they
must look.

“He works at the pet shop I always go to for Yeontan.”

“How does he know Jimin?” Jungkook asks, digging his tongue in the side of his cheek when
Jimin laughs harder. He looks beautiful.

“They’re pretty much the same age. Maybe they went to college together,” Taehyung offers. He
steps back behind the bush, crossing his arms. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t,” Jungkook says without looking at him.

“You clearly do,” Taehyung says but Jungkook doesn’t answer. “He’s an omega.”

“What?” Jungkook frowns.

“Yoongi hyung is an omega.”

“Wait… is he seeing another omega?” Jungkook whisper yells, looking wildly at Taehyung. He
probably looks insane. “Do I have to compete with other omegas?”

“No, dumbass,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Yoongi hyung has a mate.”

“He’s cheating on his mate with Jimin?” Jungkook eyes get even bigger.

“No!” Taehyung groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “God, you’re an idiot. He’s probably just
a friend.”

“Right,” Jungkook says, looking back at Jimin.

Another guy gets out of the building and wraps his arms around Yoongi’s waist before kissing
him on the lips. That must be his mate. Jungkook’s heartbeat slows down at the sight. Yoongi
isn’t a potential threat, he’s just a friend. Jungkook repeats the words to placate his agitated
alpha.

Yoongi’s mate says something to Jimin before hugging him goodbye. Jimin smiles and hugs
Yoongi as well. The two mates walk to a grey car parked a few feet away. Jimin rearranges his
heavy looking bag over his shoulder and starts walking to his own car.

“I’m gonna go,” Jungkook says without thinking, eyes never leaving Jimin.

“What? What happened to our Harry Potter marathon?” Taehyung says, a small pout forming on
his lips.

“Rain check,” Jungkook says, casting one last glance at Taehyung before he crosses the road.

Jimin is stopping in front of a black car when Jungkook catches up to him.

“Jimin!” he calls.

Jimin whips around and startles when he sees Jungkook. His eyebrows are raised and his lips
are parted, he looks surprised to see Jungkook in front of his dance studio. Jungkook stops a
few inches in front of him, not leaving much space between them. Jimin’s scent hits his nose
and Jungkook instantly feels warm and relaxed. Jungkook smiles at him.

Jimin isn’t much smaller than him but he looks tiny compared to Jungkook. Jungkook loves how
small he is and how easy it is to wrap his arms around him. He loves how easy it is to lift him up
and to shield him from everything bad in the world. Jungkook wishes he could keep him in his
arms forever. Jungkook shakes his head at the thought.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin asks, smiling back.

“I was going to my friend’s apartment. It’s not too far from here,” Jungkook says. Their eyes
never leave each other and Jungkook can smell how happy Jimin is. Jungkook probably doesn’t
smell much different.

“Oh.”

“I saw you and I thought I’d say hi,” Jungkook rubs his sweaty palms against his jeans.
Somehow he still gets nervous around Jimin.

“Hi,” Jimin’s smiles grows. He looks so stunning when he smiles, it always makes Jungkook’s
heart race.

“What are you doing right now?”

“I was just heading home. Haewon’s not out of school until 2 hours so I have some time to
myself,” Jimin plays with his car keys.

“Do you wanna spend that time with me?” Jungkook says without thinking.

He’s not sure why he went up to Jimin, his body just took him there. He needed to talk to him, to
be close to him. He doesn’t have a plan he just wants to spend time with him.

“Doing what?” Jimin raises an eyebrow.

“I can take you to my frat house,” Jungkook starts, “it’s pretty close. Two hours is enough to
have a good time,” Jungkook lowers his voice and brings a hand up to Jimin’s hip. He can smell
the shift in Jimin’s scent.

“I told you I can’t have sex when there’s people around,” Jimin says but he’s still smiling.

“Most of the guys aren’t gonna be home, they’re in class,” Jungkook hurries to say. He needs to
convince Jimin. He wraps both arms around Jimin’s waist and leans down to whisper in his ear.
“We can make it a challenge. You have to keep quiet while I fuck you.”

Jimin’s breath hitches and arousal is prominent in his scent. Jungkook kisses his cheek before
pulling back. He releases pheromones to appeal to Jimin even though he knows Jimin is going
to say yes anyway. He just wants to show Jimin how much he wants him.

“Jungkook,” Jimin tries but he never finishes his sentence.

“I’ll fuck you so good, Jimin,” Jungkook whispers, looking deep into Jimin’s eyes. “Please, let me
fuck you.”

Jimin swallows, chest heaving. His eyes are getting darker and he’s digging his fingers in
Jungkook’s biceps. There’s a pink flush on his cheeks, matching the color of his lips. Jungkook
wants to ravish him.

“Okay,” Jimin breathes out. “Take me.”

“I will,” Jungkook smirks, kissing Jimin’s cheek one last time before pulling away.

“I meant take me to your frat house, idiot,” Jimin chuckles.

Jungkook smiles at him and takes his hand to lead him in the right direction. Jimin yelps when
he’s spun around and he has to jog a little to catch up to Jungkook. Jungkook never lets go of
Jimin’s hand and Jimin doesn’t try to pull away.
…………&…………

When they arrive in front of Alpha Sig’s house Jungkook stops.

The house is supposed to be quiet but it doesn’t mean that it’s empty and Jungkook doesn’t
really feel like introducing Jimin to his frat brothers. Not that he’s ashamed of Jimin, far from it,
but he doesn’t want to expose him to inappropriate remarks and catcalls.

Jimin stands beside him, a questioning look on his face. Jungkook decides to round the house
instead of entering the front door. They’re still holding hands and Jungkook can’t help but feel
like Jimin’s hand belongs in his. It’s small and warm, just like him.

Jungkook leads Jimin to the backyard behind the house. No one’s hanging out by the pool so
the road is clear. Jungkook looks through the kitchen window and it’s empty. He opens the door
as quietly as possible and pulls on Jimin’s hand to get inside before closing the door. They walk
through the kitchen and stop by the opening that leads to the entryway. No one in sight either.
He can hear voices coming from the big room though but they seem to be in the middle of an
intense game of Fortnight.

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks, making Jungkook jump. When Jungkook turns to look at him
he looks unimpressed.

“Sneaking you in,” Jungkook says. “Keep quiet.”

“Why?” Jimin whispers, frowning. “You’re not allowed to have people over?”

“I am,” Jungkook says but doesn’t say elaborate before leading Jimin straight to the big stairs
leading to the bedrooms.

Jimin doesn’t protest and simply follows. Jungkook can’t see but he’s pretty sure Jimin is rolling
his eyes at him. Jungkook speed walks through the corridor, ignoring the open bedroom doors
until he reaches his own room. He lets them in and quickly closes the door, finally letting go of
Jimin’s hand. Jungkook leans against the door and sighs in relief of not getting caught. He feels
like he’s 16 all over again, sneaking Taehyung into his bedroom to play video games all night.

When he turns around Jimin’s arms are crossed over his chest, a small smile pulling at the
corners of his lips. He looks amused.
“So,” Jungkook starts, stretching his arms out to gesture to the space, “this is my room.”

Jimin holds his gaze for a minute. He looks like he wants to say something but he decides to let
it go. Instead, he starts moving around the spacious room, looking at Jungkook’s mess.
Jungkook is nervous, he doesn’t invite people into his room very often. Well, he does but they
never really have time to look around because Jungkook has them pinned to the bed as soon as
they get in.

The room is not that messy, Jungkook is good at keeping it tidy, but his work space is another
story. Jimin stops in front of his work desk, filled with camera equipment, Jungkook’s laptop and
school books. Jungkook’s still standing by the door like an idiot. He doesn’t know what to say.
His room is kind of an open door to his soul. It’s his personal space where everything is laid
bare.

Jimin’s eyes trail to the array of pictures on the wall above Jungkook’s desk. They’re his favorite
pictures from different photography projects. They’re also pictures he took in his free time.
Pictures of places where he feels safe in Busan and Seoul. Pictures of people he loves, his
mom reading a book on the beach, his dad asleep on the couch cuddling with their dog Cloud,
his older brother playing in the pool, Taehyung on Jungkook’s rooftop. They’re beautiful pictures
but they’re also very sentimental.

“You took these?” Jimin breathes out. He looks in awe.

“Yeah,” Jungkook walks to stand beside him, “I love photography.”

“They’re amazing,” Jimin smiles at him. “Especially this one.”

He points to a picture of Jungkook’s family in front of the Busan Tower. His father has his arms
wrapped around his mother’s waist and they’re both laughing. His brother is smiling and doing a
V to the camera. Jungkook took it when he went back to Busan last summer.

“You’re from Busan?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. It’s been four months since he saw his family and he misses them. He
misses the familiarity of Busan too.

“So am I,” Jimin smiles.

“Really?” Jungkook is genuinely surprised. For some reason he thought Jimin was from Seoul.
He fits so well into the busy city.

Jimin nods before walking to bed, sitting on the edge. Jungkook sits next to him.
“So, you’re a photography major?” Jimin asks. It feels strange to talk about their personal lives
but it’s not unpleasant.

“Yeah. I don’t know what I’ll do with it in the future, but I’ve always loved taking pictures so it
made sense for me to study it,” Jungkook smiles.

Silence fills the room but it’s not awkward. Jimin’s eyes are still looking around the room and
Jungkook can see him smile when they settle on his manga collection. Jungkook simply looks at
Jimin. His small nose and plump lips, his squishy looking cheeks and gorgeous eyes. Jungkook
wants to pepper kisses all over his face.

Jimin catches him staring but Jungkook doesn’t care. It’s not like Jimin doesn’t know he finds
him beautiful. Jimin clears his throat.

“Should we…?” Jimin says, pointing to the bed.

“Oh, yes, right, we should,” Jungkook says. “Um, how do you want to do it?”

Jungkook internally facepalms himself. He’s never sounded more awkward in his life. It feels like
he’s 17 having his first time all over again. Jimin giggles.

“Lie down.”

Jungkook blinks at him before doing as Jimin says. He lies down comfortably on the bed, resting
his head on his pillow. Jimin straddles him to sit on his thighs. They’ve never been in this
position before and Jungkook doesn’t hate it. Jimin looks beautiful on top of him. Jimin rests his
hands on Jungkook’s chest and smiles down at him.

“Are you ever gonna explain why we had to sneak into the house?” Jimin quirks an eyebrow.
“Do you have something to hide?”

“Some of the guys are assholes,” Jungkook says, resting his hands on Jimin’s thighs. “They
would have made dumb comments about you and I’d rather avoid that.”

“They don’t know about me?” Jimin frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“They don’t know you’re fucking someone older?”

“No, I don’t really tell them about that,” Jungkook shrugs.

“About your sex life? I thought all frat boys did was fuck everything that breathes and brag about
it,” Jimin smirks.

“I mean, yeah you’re not wrong,” Jungkook runs his hands up and down Jimin’s thighs, feeling
how muscular they are. Jungkook considers his next words carefully. He didn’t think he would
ever tell Jimin but since they’re on the topic. “My frat has this stupid competition every year to
see who can fuck the most omegas in a year.”

“Oh?” There’s a shift in Jimin’s scent, something unpleasant. “I bet you’re winning. You must be
good with omegas.”

“I was winning but I quit,” Jungkook says, looking at Jimin’s hands on his chest to avoid his
gaze.

“Why?” Jimin breathes out.

“Just because.”

“When did you quit?”

“Why are you asking so many questions?” Jungkook grunts out, squirming under the weight of
Jimin’s body.

“Did you quit because of me?”

Jungkook meets Jimin’s pointed stare. Jungkook swallows deeply before clearing his throat.
He’s getting nervous and he knows Jimin can smell it. He’s scared of admitting it out loud
because he hasn’t even admitted it to himself yet. He’s afraid of Jimin’s reaction. They’ve never
talked about being exclusive. For all Jungkook knows, Jimin might be seeing other alphas.
Jungkook would hate it if it was the case but he wouldn’t tell Jimin to stop. He has a feeling that
it would only push Jimin away.

“Yeah, I did,” Jungkook values honesty though. “Kind of. I didn’t notice I stopped having sex with
other people until my frat brothers mentioned it.”

“I’m surprised,” Jimin says, licking his lips. “I really thought you were seeing other omegas.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook shrugs. “What about you? Are you seeing other people?”

“Do you not want me to?” Jimin tilts his head to the side.

“I’m just asking.”

Jimin bites on his bottom lip and Jungkook tries his best not to let anxiety fill his scent. Jimin just
stares at him, still not answering Jungkook’s question. Jungkook takes Jimin’s hands into his
own and intertwines their fingers. He won’t tell Jimin not to sleep with other people but if he can
make him understand without saying anything then he’s going to do it. He caresses Jimin’s
hands with his thumbs and pulls Jimin down on his chest. Jimin yelps and braces himself on
each side of Jungkook’s head.

Jungkook slides his hands down Jimin’s sides and pulls him even closer. Their lips are almost
touching and Jimin’s scent is clogging Jungkook’s senses. Their gazes never waver.

“I’m not seeing anyone else,” Jimin whispers, his hot breath hitting Jungkook’s lips. Jungkook
has to stop himself from purring appreciatively.

“Do you not want me to see other omegas?”

“I didn’t say that,” Jimin smiles amusedly.

“I’m asking you,” Jungkook slides his hands under Jimin’s sweater.

Jimin doesn’t speak for what feels like forever. He brings a hand up to Jungkook’s face and
strokes his cheek. His scent is sweet and intoxicating. Jungkook wants to drown in it, wants
Jimin’s scent all over himself all the time. He smells like the beautiful Busan gardens where
Jungkook used to go to when he was kid. He smells like home and happiness.

“No,” Jimin finally says, “I don’t want you to see anyone else.”

“I won’t,” Jungkook breathes out. Jimin’s skin is warm and soft under his hands.

“Tell me,” Jimin brushes his fingers through Jungkook’s hair.

“Tell you what?”

“That you don’t want me to see anyone else either.”

Jungkook chuckles. Jimin’s perceptive and Jungkook isn’t surprised. Jimin is smart, beautiful
and kind. He’s stubborn, guarded and sometimes cold. He’s perfectly imperfect. He’s everything
Jungkook wants but can’t have.

“I don’t want you to see anyone else,” Jungkook says, staring deep in Jimin’s eyes.
Possessiveness burns deeps inside his chest. He doesn’t want anyone else to touch Jimin. He
doesn’t anyone else to _have_ Jimin.

“I won’t,” Jimin says and warmth spreads in Jungkook’s belly.

His alpha is pleased to hear him say that. Jungkook catches Jimin’s lips in a kiss and Jimin
hums appreciatively. Their lips slide against each other softly, the kiss isn’t rushed compared to
how they usually kiss. Jungkook hugs Jimin tighter to his body until it feels like he can’t breathe.
Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip coaxing a moan from him. Their tongues meet to deepen
the kiss and their breathing gradually get heavier.

Jimin rolls his hips against Jungkook and Jungkook slides his hands up Jimin’s back until his
sweater is bunched up to his shoulders. Jimin breaks the kiss to let Jungkook pull it over his
head. Jungkook throws the sweater on the floor and Jimin kisses him again. Jungkook’s hands
are everywhere on Jimin’s exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

The air is stuffy from their combined scents, arousal filling the room and their bodies. Jungkook
can feel Jimin getting hard the more they kiss and he’s no better. Jungkook grips the meat of
Jimin’s hips to help him move against his cock. Jungkook lets out a groan when the friction
sends a spark of pleasure in his spine.

They break the kiss, panting in each other’s mouths. Jimin leans back to pull off Jungkook’s shirt
before throwing it on the floor. Jimin starts peppering kisses down Jungkook’s neck. The brush
of lips turn into open-mouthed kisses and playful nips. Jungkook tilts his head back to give him
more space and Jimin releases a pleased purr.

Jimin buries his nose against Jungkook’s scent gland to scent him. Jungkook closes his eyes
and lets him do as he pleases. Jimin slides his hands down Jungkook’s torso until they reach his
abs. Jungkook smiles when he smells Jimin’s arousal, a telltale sign that he’s getting wet.

Jimin kisses Jungkook’s scent gland before trailing kisses down to his collarbones, sucking a
mark into the skin. Heat pools at the pit of Jungkook’s stomach and a growl escapes his lips. His
alpha is pleased about the claim. His alpha loves having such a possessive omega.

Jimin kisses down Jungkook’s chest and stops at his nipples. He licks around the brown areola,
sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine. Jimin hums, sucking on the hardening nub and nipping
at it. He plays with the other nipple with his fingers. Jungkook’s breathing heavily and he can
already feel drops of precome dripping from the tip of his hard cock.

It’s not often Jungkook’s on the receiving end of foreplay. He’s a giver, he loves to make omegas
squirm and feel good. He doesn’t even give the chance to people to play with him. Jungkook
feels pleasure from pleasuring people, but he can’t deny that it feels nice to be kissed and
caressed by Jimin. He’d let Jimin do pretty much anything to him. He trusts him to make him feel
good.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook through his eyelashes as he sucks on his other nipple. Jungkook
smiles when their eyes meet and he runs a hand through Jimin’s blonde hair. Jimin purrs at the
touch and his eyes flutter shut.
Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s nipple to pepper kisses down his abs all the way to his navel. He
opens Jungkook’s pants and leaves one last kiss against his stomach before pulling them off of
Jungkook’s legs. His jeans join the rest of their clothes and his boxers soon follow.

Jungkook’s completely naked under Jimin’s hungry eyes. Jimin’s lips are red and his cheeks are
flushed pink. His hair is a mess on top of his head but he looks stunning.

“You too,” Jungkook breathes out. “Take them off.”

Jimin nods and makes quick work of the rest of his clothes. Soon he’s naked too. He sits on
Jungkook’s thighs and Jungkook can feel them get wet with slick. Jungkook hasn’t even touched
Jimin yet and he’s already so wet. Jungkook wants to taste him.

“Sit on my face,” Jungkook blurts out.

Jimin’s eyes widen in shock like it’s the first time someone is telling him that. It would be a crime
for people not to ask Jimin to ride their face every chance they get. Jimin’s ass is made to be
worshipped and Jungkook wants to do just that.

“Are you sure?” Jimin sounds hesitant.

“Certain,” Jungkook chuckles, pulling Jimin’s hips towards him.

“How,” Jimin gulps, “how do we do it?”

“You’ve never done it before?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. Jimin shakes his head and bites on
his bottom lip. “No one’s ever asked you to ride their face?”

“No.”

“That’s so sad,” Jungkook pouts making Jimin giggle.

“Alphas are impatient. Usually they just prep me and put it in,” Jimin shrugs but Jungkook can
tell it bothers him.

“These alphas clearly don’t know what they’re doing,” Jungkook tries his best not to sound
angry. “Let me show you what a real alpha’s like.”

Jimin’s eyes darken and he beams at Jungkook. Jungkook’s heart skips a beat at the sight.
Nothing makes him happier than when he makes Jimin smile. Jimin nods and moves up
Jungkook’s chest.
“Turn around, angel,” Jungkook says softly. The pet name escapes his lips before he thinks
about it but it does suit Jimin.

Jimin does as he’s told, positioning himself over Jungkook’s face, facing back. Jungkook brings
his hips closer and Jimin braces himself on Jungkook’s chest. He’s already breathing heavily, no
doubt in anticipation.

“Is that okay?” Jimin asks, looking over his shoulder.

“It’s perfect,” Jungkook smiles up at him. “Now, just sit back and relax, baby.”

Jimin bites on his bottom lip and nods, looking away. Jungkook spreads Jimin’s cheeks and
kneads at the skin. Jimin’s ass is incredible and feels amazing in Jungkook’s hands. Jungkook’s
always been an ass man and he’s pretty sure he could spend hours just playing with Jimin’s if
he allowed him to. It doesn’t even have to be sexual.

Slick drips down Jimin’s hole and onto Jungkook’s chin. His flowery scent is intense up this
close. Jungkook could lose his mind. He swipes his tongue over Jimin’s wet hole and a growl
rumbles in his chest, making Jimin gasp. Jimin tastes delicious, Jungkook could eat him up.

Jungkook licks a long stripe up Jimin’s crack, lapping up every drop of slick he can get on his
tongue. He circles Jimin’s hole with the tip of his tongue and more slick pools out. Jimin moans
when Jungkook sucks on his hole, playfully nipping at his rim. Jungkook digs his fingers in the
firm flesh of Jimin’s cheeks, no doubt leaving marks behind.

Jungkook plays with Jimin’s rim for a while, licking, sucking and nipping at it until desperate
whines start to escape Jimin’s lips. Jungkook pulls away to catch his breath. The lower part of
his face is drenched in slick but he doesn’t care. He loves it.

“Keep going,” Jimin whines, looking over his shoulder. “Please Jungkook, don’t stop.”

“Shh,” Jungkook rubs his thumbs over Jimin’s cheeks to reassure him, “I’ve got you baby, don’t
worry.”

Jimin wiggles his ass in invitation and it makes Jungkook laugh. He’s adorable. Jungkook goes
back to eating Jimin’s ass with even more enthusiasm. Jimin gasps when Jungkook pushes his
tongue in. Jungkook moans when a new wave of slick drips down Jimin’s hole straight onto his
tongue. Jimin digs his nails in Jungkook’s chest but it barely hurts.

Jungkook fucks his tongue in and out of Jimin’s hole slowly until the stretch becomes easier. He
massages Jimin’s ass cheeks and fucks him deeper. The room is filled with the wet sounds of
Jungkook’s mouth against Jimin’s wet hole and Jimin’s darling mewls.
“So good,” Jimin breathes out, head falling in between his shoulders.

He starts rolling his hips against Jungkook’s mouth but stops when he realizes what he’s doing.
Jungkook growls, displeased that Jimin’s holding back. He pulls his tongue out of Jimin’s hole
and sucks on it harshly before pulling back.

“Come on, baby,” Jungkook says, “ride my tongue.”

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Jimin lisps. He sounds so cute.

“You’re not gonna hurt me,” Jungkook tugs on Jimin’s hips. “Come on.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste any time before pushing his tongue back inside Jimin. He’s rimming
skills are excellent and he wants Jimin to experience them to their full extent. Jungkook spreads
Jimin’s cheeks wider to bury his tongue even deeper. Jimin moans loudly, forgetting that they’re
not alone in the house.

Jimin starts rolling his hips slowly at first, but the more Jungkook moans against his hole the
more confident he gets. Soon, he’s really riding Jungkook’s face, rolling his hips in deep
motions, changing the angle of Jungkook’s tongue.

Jungkook’s never been a happier alpha. He has a gorgeous omega sat on his face and said
omega seems to be having the time of his life judging from his pretty moans. Jungkook’s chest
swells with pride.

Jungkook’s cock is hard against his stomach and a pool of precome is forming on his abs. His
lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen but he doesn’t want to pull away. He’ll choke to death
if he has to but he’s not pulling away when Jimin’s thighs are literally quivering in pleasure.

“Oh, Jungkook,” Jimin whines and Jungkook’s name has never sounded so good. “I’m so close,
baby.”

Jungkook doesn’t even have time to revel in the fact Jimin just called him baby because
someone is storming into his room. The door hits his wall and Jimin yelps, throwing himself on
the bed, flailing until he takes the pillow under Jungkook’s head, hiding his naked body as best
as he can.

“Oh my god,” Wonho says before laughing.

Jungkook sits up and looks around for something to hide his modesty. His eyes land on Jimin’s
sweatshirt and he reaches for it to put it over his cock. Jimin’s eyes are wide and he’s red like a
tomato. Jungkook probably looks worse because he still has slick all over his face. He wipes
most of it off with the sleeve of Jimin’s sweater.
“What the fuck Wonho!” Jungkook cries out. “Can’t you fucking knock?!”

Wonho is hunched over laughing and Jungkook rolls his eyes because it’s really not that funny.
It’s not the first time a frat member has been caught having sex. It’s the first time it happens to
Jungkook though, he never forgets to lock his door. Except today apparently.

“What the fuck do you want asshole?”

Jimin curls in on himself to make himself look smaller. Jungkook wants to rip Wonho’s face off.
Jungkook positions himself in front of Jimin to hide him from Wonho’s view. Jungkook’s alpha
doesn’t like having another alpha in his room when it smells of his omega’s slick. He doesn’t
want any alphas near Jimin right now. Jungkook does his best not to let anger take over but it’s
hard when Wonho is still laughing.

The atmosphere changes when Jungkook’s scent becomes stronger. His alpha is releasing
pheromones to challenge Wonho. He won’t let him get anywhere near Jimin. He won’t let him
look at Jimin.

“Wonho,” Jungkook says. There’s a warning in his voice.

Wonho stops laughing and straightens up. The scent of smoke hits Jungkook’s nose and a
growl escapes his lips when he realizes Wonho is challenging him back. Wonho is a stubborn
and prideful alpha. He doesn’t know how to back down from a fight. Jungkook doesn’t want to
turn this into a fight, he just wants Wonho to leave.

“What do you want?” Jungkook tries to control his breathing to keep the anger at bay.

“I’m out of condoms,” Wonho shrugs, “I came to see if you had any. I hope you do if you’re
gonna fuck him. You gotta be responsible kiddo.” He smirks and it only makes Jungkook angrier.

“Can’t you ask Jay or Jisoo? Or anyone else for that matter,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, reaching
for his nightstand. He opens his drawer and grabs a condom before throwing it at Wonho.

“They’re not home and I didn’t know you had company,” Wonho says as he catches the
condom. He leans to the side to look at Jimin over Jungkook’s shoulder. “Hi there.”

“Get out,” Jungkook growls.

“I’m just being polite,” Wonho holds his hands up. He still has an annoying smirk on his face.

Jungkook glares at him and he has has to stop himself from showing his teeth. He needs him
out of his room now. He’s not above pushing him out of here if he has to. Wonho doesn’t try to
tease any more. He turns on his heels and leaves without closing the door. Jungkook groans
and hops of the bed to slam it shut, not forgetting to lock it this time.

When he turns around, Jimin is smiling. Jungkook thought he’d be mad at him or embarrassed.
He probably is but he mostly seems amused. Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh and walks back to
the bed.

“I’m sorry,” he says as he sits in front of Jimin.

“He’s charming,” Jimin chuckles.

“He’s a dick.”

“You have slick all over your chin, Jungkook.”

Jimin reaches forward to wipe the slick off of Jungkook’s chin. Jungkook doesn’t have it in him
to care. A dark part of his alpha likes that another alpha saw him with slick all over his face.
Alphas are proud of being able to make their omegas wet and Jungkook always does a great
job at doing that to Jimin.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, concern laced in his voice.

“I’m fine,” Jimin smiles reassuringly. “Believe it or not, it’s not the first time I get caught having
sex.”

“Really, now?” Jungkook smiles, moving closer to Jimin.

“I went to college too, you know.”

Jungkook runs a hand up Jimin’s thigh. Jimin is still covering himself with a pillow. He’s sitting
against the headboard. His body is flushed pink and there’s slick in between his legs. Jungkook
leans over him and bumps their noses together. Jungkook is still hard but he can’t tell if Jimin is.

“Do you want to stop?” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s lips.

“No,” Jimin shakes his head.

“Can I see you?” Jungkook grabs the pillow but doesn’t get rid of it until Jimin nods in approval.

Jungkook’s eyes trail down Jimin’s body and land on his hard cock. It’s smaller than Jungkook
but it’s pretty like the rest of him. The pink tip matches the color of his lips. Jungkook tugs on
Jimin’s legs to make him lie down. Jimin gasps when Jungkook manhandles him. Jungkook
noticed he has a strength kink and he’d love to explore that even more in the future.
Jungkook drapes himself over Jimin’s body, lying in between his spread legs.

“You smell really good,” Jimin mumbles, looking up at Jungkook.

“Does it mean I usually smell bad?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. He rests his forearms on each
side of Jimin’s head.

“No, you always smell good,” Jimin smiles. “But you smell particularly good right now. Very
alpha-ish.”

“Alpha-ish?” Jungkook frowns.

“Your scent got stronger when he came into the room. It’s still strong.”

“Oh,” Jungkook nods, rubbing a thumb over Jimin’s cheek. “It’s my pheromones.”

“It smells nice,” Jimin runs his hands up Jungkook’s biceps.

“I hated having him in the room,” Jungkook lowers his voice, brushing his lips against Jimin’s. “I
hate that he got to see you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Wet and needy,” Jungkook nuzzles Jimin’s cheek, “just for me.”

Jimin’s breath hitches. He unconsciously exposes his neck and Jungkook’s alpha wants to dig
his teeth into the unmarked skin. Jungkook has to fight against the burning need to claim.
Instead, he catches Jimin’s lips in a kiss. He does his best to ignore the itch in his gums.

Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist and Jungkook slides a hand down his side. The
kiss quickly gets heavier, Jungkook sucks on Jimin’s tongue coaxing a needy whine from him.
Jimin runs his hands up and down Jungkook’s back.

Jungkook rolls his hips against Jimin’s and their cocks meet in a delicious friction. Jungkook
reaches for his nightstand without breaking the kiss. He blindly searches for a condom and it
takes him a minute before he finally gets his hand on one.

One of Jimin’s hand is buried in Jungkook’s hair, pulling at it when Jungkook bites on his bottom
lip. Jungkook pecks Jimin’s lips one last time before pulling away. He chuckles when Jimin
chases after his mouth.

“Let me prep you, baby,” Jungkook mumbles against his lips. He can’t resist kissing him again.
“Want you,” Jimin breathes out, bucking his hips up.

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat. He wishes Jimin meant it in a different way but the words still
sends heat to the pit of his stomach. Jungkook wants Jimin too. He wants all of him.

Jungkook kneels in between Jimin’s legs and swallows the lump in his throat. He pushes a
finger inside Jimin’s wet heat. The stretch is easy. Jungkook fucks his fingers in and out of him a
few times before adding a second one. Jimin’s breathing is getting heavier. He grips the sheets
on each side of his body. His eyes never leave Jungkook.

“Want you, Jungkook,” Jimin repeats and he looks like he’s waiting for answer.

“I want you too, Jimin,” Jungkook licks his lips. Jimin nods and smiles at him. He seems
pleased.

Jungkook ignores the way his heart squeezes in his chest. He crooks his fingers until he finds
his special spot. He knows he found it when Jimin moans and throws his head back. Jungkook
gets better at finding his prostate each time. He knows Jimin’s body and what Jimin likes now.

“You have to be quiet, baby. Remember?” Jungkook smirks. He’s only teasing. He doesn’t care
if Jimin is loud and the whole house can hear him. He has a feeling his alpha would love that
actually.

“Can’t,” Jimin mumbles, a small pout forming on his lips. Jungkook wants to kiss it away.

“Yeah, you can, sweetheart,” Jungkook massages Jimin’s prostate knowing full well the effect it
has on him. Jimin whines loudly, glaring at Jungkook. “Focus.”

“You’re mean.”

Jungkook bends down to leave a kiss on Jimin’s inner thigh. It makes him gasp softly. Jungkook
fucks Jimin faster with his fingers, making sure he hits his prostate every time. Jimin bites on his
bottom lip to lower the volume of his moans but he’s still loud. He’s squirming on the bed, his
tiny fists pulling on the sheets and his hips rolling against Jungkook’s hand. He looks adorable.

Jungkook adds a third finger to make sure Jimin is properly prepped. Slick is pouring out of
Jimin’s hole and onto Jungkook’s hand and wrist. His sheets are completely ruined but he
doesn’t have the heart to care. Not when Jimin looks this beautiful just for him.

“Please, Jungkook,” Jimin pleads. “Need more.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook slows down the pace of his fingers. “You need my cock?”
“Yes,” Jimin nods his head frantically, “please.”

“Anything you want, baby.”

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of Jimin and makes quick work of putting the condom on. He
barely gives Jimin time to recover before he teases his entrance with the tip of his cock. He
slides it over his rim teasingly, moving away when Jimin bucks his hips up. Jimin lets out a
frustrated huff and glares at Jungkook. It only makes him smile.

“What is it, angel?” Jungkook asks with fake innocence.

“Put it in me,” Jimin pouts.

“You didn’t say please,” Jungkook pushes the tip of his cock in slightly before pulling out. Jimin
punches the mattress.

“Jungkook! Please,” he whines.

“Don’t be a brat,” Jungkook says.

Jimin sits up and grabs Jungkook’s nape to pull him down. Jungkook barely has time to catch
himself on his elbows, falling onto Jimin’s body. Jimin wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist to
cage him in and brings Jungkook’s lips to his own. He doesn’t kiss him though.

“I want to feel you, Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out. He sounds desperate. “Please, please,
please.”

How can Jungkook say no to that? Jungkook catches Jimin’s lips in a harsh kiss and guides the
tip of his cock to Jimin’s hole. He doesn’t waste any time before pushing past his rim. Jimin
moans into the kiss and squeezes his thighs around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook lets go of his
cock to stroke Jimin’s side.

He pushes all the way in in one smooth motion. Jungkook’s alpha growls approvingly when he
realizes Jimin is able to take his cock easily now. He really is perfect.

Jungkook stays buried deep inside of Jimin, kissing him deeply. Jimin’s breathing heavily
through his nose and his nails are digging in Jungkook’s back. Jimin feels incredible around him,
he always does. He’s tight, warm and so, so wet. The room smells like flowers, the woods and
sex. It smells like omega and alpha. It smells like pure, unadulterated desire.

“Move, please,” Jimin says when he breaks the kiss.

Jungkook kisses the tip of his nose before pulling out to the tip. Jimin muffles his moan against
Jungkook’s bicep. Jungkook pushes back in slowly, taking time to appreciate the glide of his
cock against Jimin’s tight walls.

Jungkook breathes against Jimin’s cheek, fucking him slowly and with care. He’s never fucked
someone like this before. Usually, he goes straight to the point, slamming his cock in and out of
whatever omega he’s got under him. Jimin isn’t any omega though. He’s special and Jungkook
wants to fuck him like he’s special.

“You’re so good, baby,” Jungkook whispers in Jimin’s ear. He can see goosebumps rise on
Jimin’s skin. “You’re so beautiful. You feel so amazing around me. You sound so pretty.”

The more Jungkook praises Jimin, the louder and wetter he gets. Jungkook smiles against his
cheek.

“You’re such a good omega,” Jungkook continues. “Absolutely perfect. Every inch of you is
perfect.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin whines, thighs trembling against his waist.

“I’m right here, baby,” Jungkook quickens the pace of his thrusts. “My gorgeous baby.”

Jimin moans louder when Jungkook’s cock finally hits his prostate. Jungkook rearranges himself
to find the best angle. Jimin’s wrapped around him like a koala. His hands are flat on the small
of Jungkook’s back and he’s digging the heels of his feet in Jungkook’s asscheeks.

Jungkook buries his hands in Jimin’s hair and tilts his head to kiss him. He deepens his thrusts,
hitting Jimin’s sweet spot every time. Jungkook’s heart is racing and he knows it’s not from the
effort. This feels more like making love than fucking and Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with
the information. He doesn’t want to think about it right now. Not when sex has never felt this
good.

Jimin doesn’t ask Jungkook to go faster or to fuck him harder. He kisses Jungkook like he’ll die
if he doesn’t. They’re both sweaty and radiating so much heat it’s almost uncomfortable. Jimin’s
cock is stuck in between their stomachs and Jungkook can feel it twitch. Jungkook breaks the
kiss and buries his face into the mattress next to Jimin’s head.

Jungkook is losing his rhythm. Jimin clenches around him every time his cockhead brushes
against Jungkook’s abs and it’s driving Jungkook crazy. He can already feel the pressure
building in the pit of his stomach. He would make fun of himself for being so close so quickly but
there’s nothing he can do when Jimin feels and sounds so fucking good.

“I’m close,” Jungkook grunts out.

“Oh, me too,” Jimin whines, nails digging in Jungkook’s back for what feels like the hundredth
time. Jungkook wouldn’t be suprised if he was bleeding.

Jungkook’s thrusts are becoming more erratic, he tries his best to make it last, forcing himself
not to pound into Jimin. He keeps a slow and deep pace, making sure Jimin feels the drag of his
entire length.

“Wish you could cum on me,” Jimin says and it knocks the breath out of Jungkook’s chest. He
has to dig his fingers into the mattress to stop himself from coming. The visual is too much for
him to handle when he’s balls deep inside of Jimin.

“Fuck, Jimin.”

“Wish you could cum on my face,” Jimin is whispering in Jungkook’s ear. His warm breath sends
a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. Jungkook’s trying to hold onto his last thread of sanity.

“Me too, baby,” Jungkook grunts out. “You would look so gorgeous with my cum all over your
pretty face.”

“I would smell like you,” Jimin whines when Jungkook slams back into him harder than he
meant. “Would smell like yours.”

Jungkook can’t control his pace anymore. He pushes himself on his arms and fucks into Jimin
hard and fast. The major change of pace catches Jimin by surprise and he can’t stop the loud
moans from escaping his lips.

Jungkook doesn’t care about Jimin’s pleasure anymore, he’s desperately chasing after his own
orgasm. His hips slam against Jimin’s ass at every thrust and the sound of skin on skin is loud in
the room. He’s pretty sure it can be heard from the corridor and the room next door. The squelch
of Jimin’s wet heat is obscene and so are the noises he’s making.

Jungkook puts all his weight into his thrusts, fucking Jimin into the mattress and making the
headboard hit the hall. Jimin’s failing his arms around, trying desperately to look for something
to hold onto. He settles on gripping the sheets above his head. His lips are parted and he’s
staring at Jungkook intensely. Jungkook holds his gaze and fucks him even harder.

Jungkook’s certain that if the bed wasn’t against the wall it would be moving across the room
right now. There’s no hiding the fact they’re fucking anymore. The whole floor probably knows
already.

Jungkook pounds Jimin one, two, three more times before his orgasm hits him. His hips jerk
wildly inside of Jimin and he can’t help himself from burying his cock as deep as he can. His
brain shuts off, he sees stars and all he can feel is Jimin’s warm walls around his cock.

Jungkook falls onto Jimin and he doesn’t have the mind to hold some of his weight up. He can’t
hear or see anything and his heart is beating hard in his chest. Jungkook doesn’t know how long
it takes for his mind to clear but when he comes back to his senses Jimin is stroking his back in
gentle caresses. Jungkook quickly pushes himself up on his forearms when he realizes he’s
basically crushing Jimin.

“I’m sorry,” he says but his voice breaks. He clears his throat.

“It’s alright,” Jimin smiles up at him. He’s still stroking Jungkook’s back.

They stare at each other without saying anything more. Jungkook is still buried deep inside
Jimin and he’s glad when he realizes he managed not to knot Jimin. Jimin said no knotting and
he would hate to break his rules.

Jungkook’s eyebrows quirk up when he realizes he didn’t see if Jimin came. He pushes himself
up and looks in between their bodies. Jimin’s cock is soft and there’s cum all over their
stomachs. Jungkook looks back at Jimin.

“You came?”

“Yeah,” Jimin chuckles. “I came a few minutes before you did.”

“Seriously?” Jungkook frowns. “I didn’t even notice.”

“You were very into it.”

“I…,” Jungkook gulps, “I’m sorry. I kind of lost control. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Jimin shakes his head, pulling Jungkook closer. “You were amazing, as usual.”

Jungkook smiles, pleased to hear it. Jungkook kisses Jimin’s lips and rubs their noses together.
It makes Jimin giggle. Jimin looks sleepy and fucked out. His hair is matted to his forehead and
his lips are blood red from all the biting.

“I need to pull out,” Jungkook says. Jimin nods but Jungkook can tell he’s disappointed.

Jungkook pulls out as slow as he can, holding onto the condom. Jimin hisses when his cock
catches on his abused rim. A wave of slick pours out of Jimin’s gaping hole and onto the sheets
when Jungkook pulls out completely. He’ll never get tired of how wet Jimin gets every time they
have sex.
Jungkook hops off the bed and gets rid of the condom. He grabs the wet wipes he keeps on his
nightstand and cleans Jimin’s body as best as he can. He wipes off the drying cum on his
stomach and the slick smeared all over his thighs and ass. He gets rid of the dirty wet wipes
and walkq to the foot of the bed to pull on his bed covers. Jimin lifts his body up when needed
until the covers are bunched up at the end of the bed and he’s lying on the clean bedsheet.

Jungkook wipes the cum off of his own stomach and quickly joins Jimin on the bed. He lies
down on his side and holds his head up in his hand. Jimin smiles at him.

“I have to go soon. I need to pick Haewon up from school,” Jimin yawns.

Jungkook checks the time on the clock that’s sitting on his nightstand. Jimin has half an hour
before he has to go.

“I wanted to ask you something,” Jungkook says but he hesitates. He might completely be
overstepping Jimin’s boundaries and Jimin could totally end up storming out of the room. “You
don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“What is it?”

“Jungwoo,” Jungkook stops when Jimin sighs. “No offense, but he’s a dick.”

“None taken,” Jimin laughs.

“How did you two meet and have Haewon?”

Jimin looks away and fidgets with his fingers. He looks deep in thought. He’s probably looking
for the right words. Or he might be considering whether to tell Jungkook or not. Jungkook is
curious, he wants to know but he’d understand if Jimin didn’t want to talk about it. Jimin takes a
deep breath.

“Well,” he licks his lips, “we met in college when I was 19 and he was 22. We fooled around for
a little while before we started dating. He wasn’t that much of an asshole back then and I was
young and in love,” Jimin smiles bitterly.

“We moved in together and lived well for a year. Then I found out that I was pregnant with
Haewon,” his scent sweetens when he mentions her. “It wasn’t planned but we were happy.
Everything was going well until Haewon was born. We started to fight a lot and we had no idea
what we were doing back then. Everything was so overwhelming,” he swallows around the lump
in his throat. His scent turns sour.

“He started getting envious of his friends because they were all single and having fun while he
was stuck at home with me and Haewon. One day he told me he couldn’t do it anymore,” Jimin
chuckles darkly. “That he loved Haewon but that he was too young to settle down. He said he’d
take care of Haewon whenever I needed but that he couldn’t be with me because he didn’t love
me anymore.”

Jungkook wants to reach out and wrap his arm around Jimin but he doesn’t feel like Jimin wants
to be touched right now. He can smell Jimin’s sadness and it’s making his wolf angry.

“He started sleeping around as soon as we broke up. I had to figure out how to juggle a baby
and a broken heart. It was fucking hard back then. I became very insecure and always felt like I
wasn’t enough. It took me a long time to get over the break up and I had to learn how to take
care of Haewon on my own. He has her every other weekend but I’m the one who actually
raised her.”

Jimin stops talking and he still won’t look at Jungkook. Jungkook is releasing comforting
pheromones, enveloping Jimin’s body and hoping that it brings him warmth and eases his
sadness.

“He’s a coward,” Jungkook says softly.

“Maybe.”

“You deserved better than this. I can’t believe he left you because he wanted to get his dick wet.
That’s disgusting,” Jungkook huffs in anger. He already disliked Jungwoo but now he hates him.

Everything makes sense now though. Why Jimin is so guarded and cold at first. He tries to keep
people at arm’s length because he’s afraid of letting them him. He afraid of getting hurt again.
Having a baby is hard enough but having your partner completely crush your confidence when
you’re trying to recover from a pregnancy is even harder. Jungwoo never deserved Jimin.

“It is what it is,” Jimin turns to look at Jungkook.

“You should be with someone that takes care of you and Haewon. Someone you can rely on
and confide in. I think you’re doing amazing. You’re a great parent. Haewon seems like a smart
girl. Even if she’s scary,” Jungkook jokes. It makes Jimin chuckle.

“She’s just protective of me.”

“I get that.”

“Do you?”

“It’s easy to feel protective of you. I feel that way sometimes,” Jungkook admits.
“I can take care of myself Jungkook. You don’t have to protect me.”

“Everyone needs to be protected. I know you can take care of yourself. You’re the strongest
person I’ve ever met,” Jungkook swallows. He doesn’t know why he’s saying all of this but he
can’t stop now. “But you never have the opportunity to be vulnerable and everyone needs to be
vulnerable once in a while. You can’t because you have Haewon and you have to be strong for
her. I get that.”

Jimin stares at him in silence. His face doesn’t translate how he feels and it makes Jungkook
nervous. They’ve never had a conversation like this. Jungkook doesn’t usually have deep
conversations with people unless they’re very close to him. He doesn’t like showing too much of
himself and sharing his deeper inner thoughts because people have used that against him in the
past.

He feels safe around Jimin. Enough to tell him those things. He trusts him to treat his words with
care.

“You never cease to amaze me, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin says, smiling at him.

“You’ve always underestimated me,” Jungkook smiles back. “I get it’s because of my age but I
understand you more than you think.”

“I can see that,” Jimin licks his lips. “Thank you Jungkook. For being you.”

“You’re welcome. Just know that,” Jungkook clears his throat, “you can talk to me. I’ll always
listen.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

They stare at each other for a long time before Jungkook leans down to kiss Jimin on the lips.
It’s a quick but soft kiss and it translates a lot more than Jungkook is willing to say for now.

“You should go. You’re gonna be late,” Jungkook says against Jimin’s lips.

“You’re right.”

They both get off the bed and get dressed. Jungkook hands Jimin a bottle of water and Jimin
accepts it with an appreciative smile. He takes a long swig of water and hands it back to
Jungkook who tells him to keep it. Jungkook unlocks his door and leads him out of the house.
They don’t cross anybody on the way out but the house is louder than it was when they arrived.
Jungkook can hear people cooking in the kitchen and people are still playing in the big room.

Jungkook opens the front door for Jimin. They face each other for a while. Jungkook doesn’t
know what to say and Jimin seems to feel the same way. Jungkook decides on kissing him.
Jimin smiles against his lips.

“Do you want me to walk you to your car?” Jungkook asks.

“I’m alright, don’t worry.”

“Be careful on your way home.”

“I will.”

“See you soon?” Jungkook asks, hopeful.

“See you soon,” Jimin smiles before pecking Jungkook on the cheek.

He leaves shortly after and Jungkook looks at him walk away until he can’t see him anymore.
His heart squeezes in his chest. He misses him already. Jungkook goes back to his room and
his throat clogs up when the smell of their combined scents hits him. For some reason he feels
like crying. He feels empty now that Jimin left. His scent is here but he isn’t. His alpha feels like
shit.

Maybe he’s the one who feels like shit and not his alpha.

One thing is for certain though.

He has feelings for Jimin.

Notes for the Chapter:

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4. Chapter 4

Notes for the Chapter:

> Happy new year everyone! I hope you guys had a nice christmas. I wish you all happiness for
2019. Thank you so much for your endless support, you guys keep me motivated. I'm sorry it
took me longer to write this chapter but here it is finally. Enjoy ♥

Jungkook sighs as he puts his coffee on the table. He slumps his body on the chair and
Taehyung frowns at him.

“What’s wrong with you today? You look grumpy,” Taehyung says as he sets his bag on the floor
next to his chair.

“I’m not grumpy, I’m just…,” Jungkook sighs again. He looks outside the coffee shop window
where people are rushing to get home. “I’m having a crisis.”

“What sort of crisis?” Taehyung asks. He blows on his hot coffee before taking a sip. He’s lucky
enough not to get burnt.

“A Jimin crisis,” Jungkook rests his elbows on the table and runs his hands over his face.

He can feel a headache coming. He couldn’t sleep last night because he couldn’t stop thinking
about his little epiphany. He has feelings for Jimin. It’s not like he’s surprised but the fact that
he’s admitting it to himself is definitely a first. He doesn’t know what to do with these feelings
though.

“It’s always a Jimin crisis nowadays,” Taehyung smiles. “What is it this time?”

Jungkook wraps his hands around his hot cup of coffee, looking down at the dark liquid. Warmth
seeps through his skin and the smell of coffee makes the atmosphere feel homey. Jungkook can
imagine himself being at his parents dining room table, the sound of his mother’s laugh filling his
heart with joy. He misses home. He feels like he’s been lost since he got to Seoul. He can’t
seem to find his purpose in this big and busy city.

Jimin is the first great thing that’s happened to him since he got here and it’s not like it’s
something permanent.

“I have feelings for him,” Jungkook says, looking up at Taehyung. He doesn’t seem surprised.

“Okay,” Taehyung leans his arms against the table, “what are you gonna do?”

“What _can_ I do?” Jungkook shrugs.

“You can tell him,” Taehyung says, making Jungkook scoff, “or you can keep your mouth shut
and keep doing whatever you’re already doing.”

“Either way I get hurt.”

“You don’t know that,” Taehyung shakes his head. “He might have feelings for you too.”

“Even if he does, he won’t act on them.”

“Again, you don’t know that.”

Jungkook sighs and leans back in his chair. He takes a sip of his coffee and ignores the burn.
There’s no way Jimin wants to be in a relationship with Jungkook. He’s said it multiple times,
Jungkook is too young. When he bit him he freaked out, like the thought of being mates with
Jungkook was insane. Jungkook doesn’t like to dwell on things but it did hurt. Jungkook likes to
think he’d make a great mate.

If Jimin’s bite had been deep enough to create a bond, Jungkook would have made sure to be a
good mate to him. He would have learned how to be a good alpha to an omega. Their age
difference doesn’t make much of a difference to Jungkook. They might be at different points in
their lives but it doesn’t mean they can’t make it work. Jungkook would give his all to make it
work.

“What do you think I should do then?” Jungkook asks. Taehyung smiles at him but it looks pitiful.

“I think you should go for it,” Taehyung takes a sip of his coffee.

“What?” Jungkook frowns.

“You said it yourself,” Taehyung shrugs, “you’re getting hurt either way. So, why don’t you try to
turn what you guys have into something more. You might get rejected but at least you tried.”

“Yeah, but then I lose him,” Jungkook licks his lips. “If I don’t tell him anything, I might get hurt
but at least I still have him.”

“Yeah, but what’s the point? You’d just be sad all the time. You’d wonder what if. What if you
confessed and he confessed back? What if he wanted to be with you too but you were too
scared to tell him? Living with regrets isn’t good Jungkook,” Taehyung rests his hand on
Jungkook, releasing comforting pheromones. Jungkook’s alpha relaxes instantly.

Jungkook would hate to live without Jimin but he would hate living all his life wondering if they
could have made it work. Jungkook doesn’t think much about his future or what he wants his life
to be like, but he knows that he won’t be able to forget about Jimin. He might move on from him
eventually but he’d still be in the back of his mind.

There’s nothing in Jungkook’s life that he looks forward to. Nothing he’s ever thought of
accomplishing apart from being able to live from photography. The only thing he looks forward to
lately is seeing Jimin. If he doesn’t have Jimin, he goes back to his dull life. He goes back to
figuring out what to do with it and what kind of man he wants to be.

“You’ve known him for a month now,” Taehyung continues, “and I’ve never seen you be this
happy. You probably haven’t noticed but you’ve grown. He has a great influence on you. I think
he’s it for you. You guys could be great together. So, go for it. Make him see how happy he can
be with you.”

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” Jungkook sighs, looking down at Taehyung’s tanned hand on
his own. Taehyung rubs a thumb over his pale skin. “I’ve never been in a relationship. I’m no
expert.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Taehyung smiles encouragingly. He squeezes Jungkook’s hand before
letting it go.

“What should I do?”

“You should court him.”

“How do I do that?” Jungkook frowns. He’s not even sure what courting means.

“Send him gifts, be affectionate, do small gestures to show him you’re interested,” Taehyung
takes a sip of his coffee. “Show him you’re dependable. Show him how good of an alpha you
can be to him.”

“Right,” Jungkook nods, licking his lips, “okay. Courting.”

“Just be yourself, it should be enough,” Taehyung laughs.

Jimin isn’t wrong when he says Jungkook is a baby alpha. He doesn’t know what being an alpha
really means but he’s willing to try.

Showering Jimin in compliments and treating him like a prince shouldn’t be too hard.

Jungkook can do courting.

…………&…………

Jimin smiles when he hears Haewon laughing in the living room. It’s a lazy saturday morning
and Jimin is preparing jjigae for lunch. Haewon is sitting on the floor watching the little mermaid
and laughing her head off at Ariel’s antics. It’s her favorite movie and she’s told Jimin many
times that she wants to become a mermaid. Jimin can’t say it doesn’t sound appealing. He
usually indulges her fascination with the sea creatures by buying many mermaid themed
objects. Her bedroom looks like an Ariel shrine.
Jimin startles when he hears the doorbell ring. He puts his knife down on the counter and
washes his hands quickly before walking to the door.

When Jimin opens it he’s met with a stranger carrying a big bouquet of flowers in her hands. He
blinks at the beta woman in the blue uniform. The cap she’s wearing says “Yeri’s flower shop”.
Jimin’s never heard of it.

“Park Jimin?” the woman asks.

“Uh, yes.”

“These are for you,” she smiles as she hands him the bouquet.

“Oh,” Jimin takes it from her, “thank you.”

“Have a good day,” she chirps before turning around to walk to the elevator.

Jimin closes the door and frowns. It’s not his birthday or any other special occasion for him to
receive flowers. He doesn’t even know who they’re from. All he knows is that the bouquet of
white, pink and yellow flowers is gorgeous. They’re wrapped in white paper and smell like
heaven.

Haewon doesn’t move from her spot on the floor. Her eyes are still trained on the TV. Jimin
picks up the card that was sent with the flowers and opens it. It reads _“Where flowers bloom so
does hope.”_ and is signed by _JK_. Jimin is even more confused. Why would Jungkook send
him flowers?

Jimin takes his phone out of his back pocket and takes a picture of the flowers. He walks to the
kitchen and puts them on the counter while he fetches a vase. He pours water in it before
putting it on the counter. He unwraps the flowers and puts them in the vase. Jimin smiles at the
sight. Jungkook has good taste.

Jimin leans against the counter and opens Jungkook’s contacts.

To daddy alpha: **

** jungkook

Jungkook’s answer comes a few seconds later like he’s been waiting by his phone whole
morning. It makes Jimin smile.

From daddy alpha: **

** yes?
**To daddy alpha:** ****
what is this?

**From daddy alpha:

**do you like them?

To daddy alpha: **

** they’re pretty

From daddy alpha: **

** they reminded me of you

Jimin frowns but the words still sends butterflies to his stomach. He doesn’t like where this is
going. Jungkook isn’t supposed to do romantic gestures just because he feels like it. He can’t
help but feel flattered and if he was living a different life he’d probably let himself fall head over
heels for Jungkook.

To daddy alpha: **

** why did you send me these?

From daddy alpha: **

** did you read the card

To daddy alpha: ****

i did
what does it mean?

From daddy alpha: ****

nothing
i just wanted to send you something nice

To daddy alpha: **

** why?

It doesn’t make any sense to Jimin. Obviously, he’s not an idiot. He knows that they’ve been
getting closer the past few weeks but they said from the beginning that the whole thing is
supposed to be no strings attached. This. Whatever they have. It can’t be more than no strings
attached.

From daddy alpha:

stop overthinking jimin
just accept them for what they are
i just wanted to make you smile and i hope you did
please take care of them well
and take care of yourself too ♥

To daddy alpha:

oh
thank you jungkook ♥

Jimin isn’t a mean person. What is he supposed to say when Jungkook is being so sweet to
him? What is he supposed to say when his heart is racing in his chest? Jimin can’t accept these
flowers for what they are because they mean more than Jimin is willing to accept. He wishes
Jungkook didn’t send them but a part of him is overjoyed. A part of him that’s been concealed
for years. A part of him that Jimin isn’t able to share with Jungkook.

“Did you get flowers, mommy?” Haewon asks.

Jimin didn’t notice her moving from her spot on the floor. Her big brown eyes are shining with
excitement and her peachy scent has become sweeter. Jimin smiles down at her.

“Yes, baby. They’re from Jungkook oppa.”

“They’re pretty,” she smiles. “They smell like you.”

Jimin’s heart skips a beat. They reminded Jungkook of Jimin because they smell like him. Jimin
hates how special it makes him feel. He’s not special and he doesn’t want to be special to
Jungkook.

If only he wasn’t so good at lying to himself. Maybe he’d be able to believe he’s worth being
loved.

…………&…………

Jimin pushes the door of his dance studio and startles when he sees Jungkook leaning against
the wall. He looks up from his phone and beams at Jimin. Warmth fills Jimin’s chest at the sight.
Jungkook looks beautiful under the shining sun. Jimin smiles back at him. It’s a pleasant
surprise.

“What are you doing here, Jungkook?” Jimin asks as he lets go of the door.

“I thought we could have lunch together,” Jungkook says, moving away from the wall to face
Jimin. “Wanna go to Café Bora?”
“What about your classes?”

“I don’t have any until 3PM.”

“So what?” Jimin tilts his head to the side. “You just came here to ask me out for lunch?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” Jungkook smiles and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist.

Jimin melts into the touch and rests his hands on Jungkook’s biceps. Jungkook feels warm and
soft against him. Jimin’s grown to feel safe in Jungkook’s arms. It feels like nothing bad can
happen as long as Jungkook holds him.

“Do you want to?” Jungkook asks timidly.

He feels both strong and fragile in Jimin’s arms. Jimin has a feeling he could break him with a
few simple words. Jimin knows Jungkook is aware of that too. Jimin doesn’t want to give
Jungkook the power to break him. That’s why he guards his heart so ferociously. Jungkook is
brave or dumb enough to wear his heart on his sleeve.

“Sure,” Jimin says.

He’s selfish. He wants to keep Jungkook close but won’t let him in.

“Great,” Jungkook smiles before pecking Jimin on the lips. “Let’s go then.”

He lets go of Jimin’s waist and tries to take his hand but Jimin pretends to scratch his nose.
Jimin ignores the way Jungkook’s face falls and the way his heart squeezes in his chest.

It only takes them five minutes to get to the coffee shop. They’ve been quiet the whole way here
which is very unlike them. They both know something is wrong but Jimin doesn’t think either of
them will bring it up. They’re not ready to burst their perfect little bubble yet.

“I’ll pay,” Jungkook says when they’re ordering at the counter.

“It’s fine Jungkook, I can pay for my food.”

“I know,” Jungkook chuckles, “but I still want to pay.”

“I thought you were a broke college student.”

“I can pay for one meal. Well technically two. Mine and yours,” he smiles.

“Jungkook-”
“I insist Jimin. Please. Let me.”

Jimin sighs but gives up. He’ll pay next time they eat somewhere. If there’s even a next time.
He’s not sure why they’re having lunch together when they’re supposed to meet just for sex.
That’s the arrangement.

Jungkook pays for their food and drinks before sitting at a remote table in a corner of the café.
The place is pretty busy but it usually is during lunch time. Jimin opens his can of coke and
looks at Jungkook. He’s biting into his sandwich and looking at other people. He looks so sweet
and innocent with his big doe eyes. Jimin wants to reach his hand over the table to brush his
hair back and caress his cheek. He takes a sip of his drink instead.

“How’s Wonho?” Jimin breaks the silence, smiling playfully.

“He keeps asking about you,” Jungkook rolls his eyes, “and he makes fun of me but that’s
nothing new.”

“And what do you tell him about me?” Jimin asks before biting into his ham sandwich.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“There’s nothing to tell,” Jungkook shrugs. He’s right but the words still sting. “I mean. There’s a
lot to tell but it’s nothing I want to share with him.”

“Is there anyone you share things with?”

“Taehyung. My best friend,” Jungkook smiles when he says his name. Jimin feels a pang of
jealousy. He hopes Jungkook smiles like that when he thinks of Jimin too. “Our parents were
best friends too. We’ve known each other since childhood.”

“That’s nice,” Jimin nods. “I was beginning to think you were alone.”

“Well,” Jungkook clears his throat, “I have Taehyung and I have you. Kind of.”

“Right,” Jimin smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What about you? Do you have any friends?”

“I do. I have Hoseok and Yoongi, and Seokjin and Namjoon. They’re mates. Not the four of them
together, but you know. Hoseok and Yoongi. Seokjin and Namjoon,” Jimin chuckles.
“Do they have kids too?”

“Yes. Two and two.”

Jungkook nods and takes a sip of his drink. He looks pensive and Jimin might know why. The
more they talk about their lives the more they realize they’re nothing alike.

“I think you would get along well with Yoongi,” Jimin lets out but he instantly regrets saying that.
Jungkook’s never going to meet his friends. He feels cruel, giving Jungkook false hope.

“Really?” Jungkook beams. “What is he like?”

“He’s very funny, gives great advice and he’s very loyal. He likes being alone most of the time
except when it comes to his close friends and family. He’s talented and soft-hearted. You guys
have a lot of qualities in common,” Jimin smiles.

“Thanks,” Jungkook smiles back. Jimin swears he’s blushing. “He sounds like a nice guy. What
is he?”

“He’s an omega. What about Taehyung?”

“He’s an omega too. I think you’d get along well with him.”

In another life Jimin would love to meet Jungkook’s friends. He trusts in his judgment and is
certain Taehyung is a lovely person.

“I’m glad you’re not alone,” Jungkook says, looking straight into Jimin’s eyes. “I’m glad it’s not
just you and Haewon.”

“Yeah, no I’m… I’m happy. Mostly,” Jimin smiles.

“Do you ever feel like you’re missing something?” Jungkook chews on his bottom lip. He looks
hesitant.

“What do you mean?” Jimin frowns.

“Like a mate?”

Jimin’s breath hitches. He clears his throat, “Um, no. Not really. I’m fine with being on my own.”

“So, you’ve never thought about having a mate?”

“Have you?” Jimin asks. He doesn’t want to talk about mates with Jungkook. He doesn’t want to
answer his questions.

“Yeah,” Jungkook shrugs, “I’d like to have a mate someday.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone great,” Jimin gives him a fake smile before taking a sip of his drink.
“Until then, you’re stuck with me.”

“It’s not so bad,” Jungkook smiles.

It’s too soft. This is unknown territory for Jimin. He wants to bring the conversation back to their
comfort zone. He wants Jungkook to flirt with him and ask him when they can fuck next. He
doesn’t want to talk about a future in which Jungkook won’t be. He wants to enjoy his time with
Jungkook now. In the present.

“I didn’t have time to compliment you the other day,” Jimin leans against the table and smirks at
Jungkook. “Your rimming skills are extraordinary.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook chuckles. “I can’t believe you’d never ridden someone’s face before.
With an ass like yours, it’s a crime.”

“Well, you know what alphas are like.”

“Not really. I’ve never had sex with an alpha,” Jungkook jokes. “What are they like?”

“Selfish.” Jimin tilts his head to the side. “Self-centered.”

Jimin speaks from experience. Jungkook’s the first alpha he’s met that’s different. Jimin has
been very unlucky so far. The fact that Jungkook is an exception to the image he’s built in his
head is probably the main reason why he’s so attached.

“You haven’t met the right ones.”

“Maybe not,” Jimin looks down at his abandoned sandwich.

“Until me, obviously,” Jungkook leans back on his chair and spreads his legs, a cocky smirk on
his face.

“Obviously,” Jimin laughs.

“How did you meet your friends?”

“In college. Hoseok and I are the same age and we were in the same major. That’s how we met.
Seokjin is two years older than us but we met him at a party. He was so drunk,” Jimin laughs,
“he was dancing on top of a table but it looked more like he was flailing his arms around.
Hoseok and I decided to join him and that’s how we ended up at the hospital at 2AM. The table
gave out, we fell and Hoseok broke his wrist. We ended up bonding over the whole thing.”

“You’re the type to dance on a table at a party?” Jungkook laughs, a surprised look on his face.

“Yeah,” Jimin chuckles. “I never liked being alone. I used to always hang out with friends and go
out before I got Haewon.”

It feels like ages ago. When he was in college all he had to focus on was himself. He can’t
remember the last time he did something just for himself. Every decision he makes are
influenced by Haewon. She’s been Jimin’s main focus since she was born. She’s the best thing
that’s ever happened to him but he’s forgotten about himself along the way.

His own needs and wishes are buried deep in the back of his mind. He wouldn’t know how to
focus on himself anymore.

“Do you ever miss those days?” Jungkook asks.

“Sometimes,” Jimin mumbles, “but I feel guilty whenever I think that way. I wouldn’t trade
Haewon for the world. She _is_ my world. I can’t imagine a life without her.”

“You can do all the things you used to do even with Haewon. Going out, inviting friends over.
Haewon doesn’t stop you from doing that.”

“It’s not that easy,” Jimin smiles. Jungkook is sweet but he has no idea what it’s like to raise a
child. “My friends have their own lives. It’s hard to find time for ourselves. We try as best as we
can but we’re all so tired,” Jimin chuckles. “We’re getting old, you know.”

“You’re not old,” Jungkook laughs, shaking his head.

“You’re the one who’s always making fun of my age,” Jimin bumps his foot against Jungkook’s
under the table

“You make fun of my age too, remember? You call me baby alpha.”

“You are a baby alpha,” Jimin shrugs.

“That’s not what you say when I got you all wet and writhing underneath me,” Jungkook leans
against the table.

Heat pools in the pit of Jimin’s stomach. Jungkook always knows how to take the conversation
to dangerous territory. It’s like a switch is flipped in Jimin’s brain. All he can think about is the
sight of Jungkook’s broad chest above him and the drag of his cock inside of him.

“Right,” Jimin leans against the table too until their noses almost graze each other, “I can’t really
call you baby alpha when you fuck me. In fact, I can barely talk most of the time.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums, brushing their noses together, “I’m that good.”

“You are,” Jimin whispers, looking down at his lips. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook brushes their lips together. Jimin’s breath hitches.

“Yeah.”

Jimin catches Jungkook’s lips in a kiss and cups his face with his hand. The kiss is slow and
sensual, lips sliding against each other softly. Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip before
pecking him. Jungkook tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss. Their tongues meet and
Jimin sighs into the kiss. He slides his hand to Jungkook’s neck and rubs his thumb against his
scent gland. Jungkook nips at Jimin’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

“We’re in public,” he mumbles against Jimin’s lips.

“Let’s go somewhere private then,” Jimin kisses him again but Jungkook laughs against his lips.

“Where would that be?”

“The bathroom,” Jimin raises his eyebrows suggestively, biting on his bottom lip. “I haven’t
sucked you off in a while,” Jimin pecks his lips. “I miss it.”

“We can’t,” Jungkook smiles and grabs Jimin’s hand on his neck.

“Why not?” Jimin whines and pouts. Jungkook intertwines their hands.

“Because the place is busy and we’re not done eating.”

“Who cares?” Jimin frowns. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“You look pretty hungry to me,” Jungkook winks before kissing Jimin’s hand. “Eat, Jimin.”

Jimin stares at him, looking for something in his eyes. It’s not like Jungkook to refuse sex and
the fact that they’re in public usually wouldn’t stop him. There’s something more to it. Jimin isn’t
sure he wants to know what it is. Jimin pulls away and leans back in his chair. He takes a sip of
his coke and ignores the feeling of rejection churning in the pit of his stomach.
“Stop pouting,” Jungkook says but he’s pouting too. They probably look like two grumpy babies.

“I’m not pouting.”

“Yeah you are. You look like someone just took your cake away.”

“You kind of did.”

“My dick is the cake?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want cake that bad?”

“Yes.”

“You’re too spoiled baby,” Jungkook smirks. “I need to teach you patience better.”

Jimin shivers. Jungkook can’t say these things to him and then not give Jimin what he wants. It’s
unfair.

“Then let’s go to the bathroom and you can teach me,” Jimin rests his chin in his palm.

“That’s not how it works baby,” Jungkook chuckles. “Good things come to those who wait.”

“I don’t want you to do good things. I want you to do bad things to me,” Jimin smirks at him.

Jungkook buries his tongue in his cheek. He’s trying hard to control himself but Jimin can smell
arousal in his scent.

“Stop it.”

“We have time to play a little,” Jimin says as he checks the time on his phone. “Please.”

“No,” there’s finalty in Jungkook’s voice and Jimin knows not to push it.

There might be a push and pull game between them but Jimin doesn’t want to make Jungkook
uncomfortable. He’s not going to force him to do something he doesn’t want to. Jungkook said
no and that’s that.

“Okay,” Jimin sighs, pushing his plate away. “I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Jimin-”

“It’s fine Jungkook,” Jimin says but Jungkook doesn’t look convinced. “I promise.”

“It’s not… I’m not…”

“Jungkook,” Jimin takes his hand and intertwines their fingers, “it’s okay. You can say no. You
don’t need to justify yourself. You don’t want to and that’s fine. I’m not mad at you.”

“It’s not you,” Jungkook rubs a thumb over Jimin’s hand. “It’s not because I don’t want you.”

“I know that,” Jimin smiles. “I know you can’t resist me,” he pretends to flip his hair back and it
makes Jungkook laugh.

“You’re right. I can’t get enough of you.”

Jungkook stares at him with soft eyes and it makes Jimin’s heart race. He says it so softly it
almost sounds intimate. It fills Jimin’s chest with warmth. He’d love to bask in the feeling but
alarms are blaring in his brain. A voice is telling him that it’s not right. He can’t let himself feel
such things for Jungkook. Jimin’s omega hates the little voice in the back of Jimin’s mind.

Jimin smiles at him before untangling their fingers. He downs the rest of his drink and watches
Jungkook finish his meal in silence. Jimin is feeling too many conflicting emotions to eat.

“Should we go?” Jungkook says once he’s done.

“Yes, I have to go back.”

“I’ll walk you.”

Jimin doesn’t tell him no because Jungkook is going to do it anyway. He doesn’t mind the
company. They leave the café and start walking in silence. Their shoulders brush against each
other multiple times and Jimin can tell Jungkook wants to hold his hand. He keeps brushing his
pinkie against Jimin’s.

Jimin ignores the butterflies in his stomach and refuses to take his hand.

When they get to Jimin’s dance studio they face each other. Jungkook is the one who breaks
the silence.

“Thank you. I had a great time,” Jungkook smiles.

“Me too.”
Silence again. They’ve never been this awkward around each other. Jimin doesn’t know what to
do. He wants to flee the situation but he doesn’t want to leave Jungkook. Life is boring without
Jungkook.

“Can we see each other again soon?” Jimin asks. He walks closer to Jungkook and wraps his
arms around his waist. “Maybe you can teach me a few lessons next time.”

“Sure,” Jungkook smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Soon.”

Jimin kisses him and Jungkook hugs him tight. The kiss doesn’t last long but it’s like time stops.
It always feels that way when he kisses Jungkook.

“Take care of yourself,” Jungkook mumbles against his lips. He kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose.

“You too,” Jimin pecks him on the lips.

It takes a few minutes for them to detach themselves. They keep leaving kisses all over each
other’s faces, hugging each other in the middle of the street. Jungkook is on his fifth peck when
Jimin giggles and pushes him away.

“I really have to go, Jungkook.”

“One more,” Jungkook doesn’t unwrap his arms from Jimin and kisses him again. And then
again. And then again.

“You’ve been saying one more for the past five minutes.”

“One more.”

Jimin laughs into the kiss and wraps his arms around his neck, burying his hands in his hair.

“You guys are gross,” a voice says right beside them.

They break apart completely. Jimin wipes his wet lips with his hand and blushes when he
realizes the voice belongs to Hoseok.

“Students will be here soon, they don’t need to see you suck each other’s faces.”

“Hoseok,” Jimin clears his throat. He points at Jungkook, “This is Jungkook. Jungkook this is my
friend Hoseok.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jungkook bows and Hoseok does the same.
“Nice to finally meet you Jungkook. I’ve heard so much about you,” Hoseok smirks.

“Oh really?” Jungkook’s eyebrows raise. He turns to Jimin who’s still blushing.

“Well, I’ve mostly heard about your sexual prowess but still.”

“Thanks Hoseok,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “We really have to get ready for our next classes,” he
says to Jungkook.

“Yes, of course,” he nods, “sorry. I’m gonna go then. Um…,” he hesitates, looking between Jimin
and Hoseok.

Jimin gets on his tippy toes and pecks him on the lips, “Bye.”

“Bye. Nice to meet you, Hoseok-ssi.”

“Ah,” Hoseok waves a hand, “call me hyung.”

“Okay,” Jungkook beams, “hyung.”

Jimin and Hoseok smile at him. Jungkook waves before walking away with a spring in his step.

“He’s adorable,” Hoseok coos.

“I know.”

“Very handsome too.”

“Yep.”

“Lucky bastard,” Hoseok says before opening the door to the studio.

Jimin laughs and follows after him, “Jealous?”

“Nah, just happy for you.”

Hoseok switches the lights on and they head to the reception desk. Hoseok looks through the
mess of sticky notes stuck to the computer.

“Hyungmin and Jungil aren’t coming today so you’ll have eight students.”

“Alright.”
“How are things with Jungkook?” Hoseok asks without looking at Jimin.

“Good,” Jimin hums, leaning against the desk. Hoseok raises an eyebrow at him and Jimin rolls
his eyes. “We’re fine. He’s sweet and fun.”

“But? There’s a but somewhere.”

Jimin sighs and rubs his hands over his face. He’s tired of not knowing how to feel about
Jungkook. He just wants things to be simple. He wants to spend time with Jungkook without
worrying whether Jungkook is catching feelings. He doesn’t want to break Jungkook’s heart.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You smell weird. I can’t tell how you’re feeling, it’s a mess.”

“I’m a mess,” Jimin chuckles.

“Aren’t we all?” Hoseok smiles. “You’re starting to have feelings for him, aren’t you?”

“No.”

Jimin’s answer is too quick to be true and he knows it. He doesn’t know how he feels about
Jungkook but he doesn’t want to think about it. It’s too complicated and he doesn’t to entertain
something he’s not ready to feel.

Hoseok stares at Jimin’s blank face. He looks like he wants to say something but he doesn’t
want to make Jimin angry. Jimin’s friends know feelings are a sensitive topic.

“You’re lying to yourself and you know you are.”

“I don’t want to talk about this Hoseok. I don’t have feelings for him and that’s that.”

“Fine,” Hoseok shrugs but he’s just indulging Jimin.

“I’m gonna go get ready for class.”

Jimin doesn’t wait for an answer before heading to the locker room.

Jimin doesn’t want to have feelings for Jungkook so Jimin doesn’t have feelings for Jungkook.
That’s how easy Jimin would like feelings to be, but since it’s not, denial has become a very
close friend of his over the years.
Denial and the voice inside his head are his closest friends. The voice sounds a lot like
Jungwoo telling him he’s leaving him for something better.

Something better because Jimin isn’t enough.

…………&…………

Jimin only has to wait two days to see Jungkook again. He’s wrapping up his teens
contemporary class when he spots Jungkook standing behind the half window wall where
parents usually wait and watch their kids dance. He smiles at Jimin when their gazes meet and
Jimin returns it.

Jimin’s students are catching their breath and leaving the room. Jimin walks to the speakers and
unplugs his phone. It’s his lunch break which is probably why Jungkook is here.

“Goodbye teacher Jimin, see you next week,” the students say before leaving the room to join
their parents.

“See you next week guys! Good job today,” Jimin smiles and waves at them.

Once everyone is out of the room Jimin joins Jungkook in the corridor. He’s holding a big plastic
bad in his hands.

“I’m guessing this is lunch,” Jimin points to the bag.

“Yes, I bought us sandwiches and pastries. I thought we could eat in the park.”

This is such a sweet gesture. It even sounds romantic. Jimin feels special and his omega is
thrilled that his alpha is taking such good care of him. It’s stupid. Jimin should tell him to stop
doing things like this. He should push him away not encourage him.

“I need to change first. Follow me.”

Jimin heads to the locker room he shares with Hoseok. He doesn’t have to turn around to know
Jungkook is right behind him. He can smell him and feel his presence. His senses are so
attuned to Jungkook he could probably easily spot him in a crowd.

“Hoseok hyung isn’t here?” Jungkook asks as he sits on a bench while Jimin opens his locker.

“His class finished half an hour ago. He went home to Yoongi.”

“He’s really nice.”

Jimin takes a clean shirt and pair of jeans out of his gym bag to put them on the bench. He
takes his shirt off and he can feel Jungkook’s eyes on his body. He doesn’t feel self-conscious
around him anymore. Jungkook’s proven times and times again that he’s attracted to Jimin and
to his body. Jimin’s still insecure about his stretch marks, wide hips and soft tummy but at least
he knows Jungkook finds him hot.

Jimin stares at Jungkook and throws his dirty shirt on the floor. Jungkook smiles at him but that’s
not what Jimin wants to see. He wants to see heat in his eyes and for his scent to become
stronger. Jungkook is calm and collected. Jimin doesn’t like that. He wants him to look at him
with hungry eyes and to pin him against the lockers. Jimin needs them to go back to what they
do best. Sex.

Jimin walks up to him and straddles his lap. Jungkook startles but wraps his arms around
Jimin’s waist to hold him. Jimin catches his lips in a kiss and tries to convey his intentions. He
wants them to fuck right here, right now. Jimin buries his hands in Jungkook’s hair and tilts his
head to the side to deepen the kiss. Jungkook groans when Jimin pulls on his hair, his hands
gripping Jimin’s hips tightly.

Jimin smiles into the kiss before tonguing at Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook’s scent turns
sweeter and stronger with arousal. Jimin hums appreciatively. Their tongues meet and
Jungkook runs his hands up Jimin’s back. His hands are warm and soft against his skin, leaving
a trail a goosebumps in their wake.

Jungkook isn’t taking the lead like he usually does. He lets Jimin bite and suck on his bottom lip
without protesting. Jimin is getting frustrated. He wants Jungkook to guide his hips to his crotch,
he wants him to hold him so tight it bruises. He just wants Jungkook to want him. It feels like
he’s indulging Jimin but doesn’t actually want to take this further.

Jimin grinds his ass against Jungkook’s cock but he’s not even hard. Jungkook chuckles against
Jimin’s lips and holds Jimin’s hips to stop his movements. He breaks the kiss and smiles at
Jimin.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” Jimin tries to chase after his lips but Jungkook moves back.

“It wasn’t just kissing,” he quirks an eyebrow up. His stupid smile doesn’t leave his stupid face.

He looks amused and Jimin hates it. Jimin doesn’t want him to be amused he wants Jungkook
to be horny. Jimin knows it’s stupid but it feels like rejection. What’s so wrong with him that
Jungkook doesn’t want to touch him?

“Jimin?” Jungkook frowns when he smells the shift in Jimin’s scent.

“What?”

“What’s wrong?”

“You tell me,” Jimin’s voice is cold. He’s getting angry and it’s never good for anybody. “Do you
want to fuck me or not?”

Jungkook blinks at him. He knows his next words determine whether they’re about to have fight
or not. His hands are still on Jimin’s hips. He rubs his thumb against Jimin’s skin in reassurance
but it makes Jimin angrier. He doesn’t need to be reassured he needs Jungkook to fuck him.

“I do,” Jungkook says carefully.

“Good then fuck me.”

Jimin pulls him into a kiss but Jungkook doesn’t reciprocate it. His lips are barely moving and
he’s pushing Jimin’s hips away. Jimin breaks the kiss, rolls his eyes and gets off of Jungkook’s
lap.

“Jimin, wait,” there’s urgency in Jungkook’s voice. “I want to have sex with you, just not right
now.”

Jimin ignores him and puts his clean shirt on, “When then?”

“Whenever you’re available.”

“I’m available right now,” Jimin glares at him. “No one’s here except us and I want you to fuck
me so what’s wrong with right now?”

“Jimin…,” Jungkook looks at him with soft eyes. “Listen-”

“What are you doing here, Jungkook?” Jimin says looking down at Jungkook. He looks small
and almost fearful.

Jimin knows he’s not scared of him but he’s probably scared of losing him. They both know
where they’re supposed to stand. Jungkook is smart enough to understand not to cross that
line. Or Jimin thought he was.

“I just want us to have lunch together, Jimin.”

“Why?”
“Why not?”

Jimin scoffs, looking up at the ceiling. He grabs his dirty shirt off of the floor and throws it on the
bench.

“We fuck, Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone is stern.

“I know.”

“I feel like you’re forgetting.”

“I’m not, Jimin.”

Jungkook looks annoyed now and finally it feels like he’s not trying to make what they have into
something more. Jimin doesn’t want them to pretend like what they’re doing is normal for fuck
buddies.

“Trust me I know exactly where we stand,” Jungkook continues. “I just wanted us to do

something other than sex. Should I just text you when I want to fuck then?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods, “that’s what you should be doing.”

“So we can’t even be friends?”

“I don’t want to be friends, Jungkook. I want you to fuck me.”

“I already do.”

“Not enough.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“No, it’s mine.”

Jimin sighs and buries his head in his hands. He hates how complicated this whole thing has
become. Everything was going so well until they went to Jungkook’s frat house. Jimin tried to
ignore the fact that what they did felt more like sex with feelings than just sex. He hates how
good he felt that day and how cold and empty he felt once he left Jungkook.

Jungkook shouldn’t have come up to Jimin that day and Jimin shouldn’t have said yes. They
shouldn’t meet just because they want to spend time together. They shouldn’t seek each other
out so much. Jimin can’t let his guard down because he has nothing to offer to Jungkook. He
doesn’t want to unnecessarily hurt him but he doesn't want to lose him either.
Jimin is being selfish. He knows he has to sacrifice either himself or Jungkook otherwise it’s only
going to get messier.

“It’s no one’s fault,” Jungkook gets up. The softness in his voice is back and it breaks Jimin’s
heart. “It’s just how it is.”

“You should leave,” Jimin says but he can’t even look at him. He looks at his shoes and bites on
his bottom lip, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Jimin-”

“Leave, Jungkook,” Jimin can smell distress in Jungkook’s scent. He has to fight against his
instincts not to bury his nose in Jungkook’s neck to placate his alpha.

“What about the food?” Jungkook’s voice breaks.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat.”

“I can take care of myself Jungkook,” Jimin sighs. “You know where the door is, you can let
yourself out.”

Jimin turns around to walk away but Jungkook catches his arm to stop him.

“So what? I can’t come see you anymore?” Jungkook frowns. His face is like an open book and
Jimin can tell he’s hurting.

“We can see each other to have sex. Nothing else.”

“Fine,” Jungkook lets go of Jimin’s arm, jaw set. “See you.”

Jungkook storms out of the locker room, anger and disappointment written all over his face.
Jimin leans against the lockers and slides down to the floor. He wraps his arms around his
knees and tries to calm his racing heart. The front door slams shut, making Jimin jump. He
squeezes his eyes shut and rests his head against the lockers.

He feels sick to his stomach and like he’s going to cry. His omega is whining and clawing at
Jimin’s skin. It wants to get out and run after Jungkook but Jimin won’t let him. He won’t cry.
Jimin doesn’t cry anymore. Instead he breathes in and out slowly and tells himself this is for the
best. This is how things are supposed to be.
When Jimin opens his eyes they fall on the bag Jungkook brought with him. Jimin can feel
another lump forming in his throat. Jungkook left their food behind and Jimin knows he did it on
purpose. Even when he’s mad and hurt, he thinks about Jimin’s well-being. Jimin’s heart
squeezes in his chest.

Whether it’s from heartbreak or from affection, Jimin isn’t sure.

…………&…………

Jungkook closes his eyes and lets the night air hit his face and run through his hair. The city is
bustling around him but he feels lonely on the rooftop of his parking garage. Taehyung is with
him but he’s craving someone else’s presence. Jungkook called him to hang out. He just didn’t
want to be alone. They’re leaning against the railing of the rooftop but they still haven’t uttered a
single word.

Taehyung knows Jungkook like the back of his hand. He knows when Jungkook needs
someone there but doesn’t want to talk. Whenever Jungkook feels lost he reaches out to
Taehyung because he reminds him of home. He’s the only permanent thing in his life. He keeps
Jungkook sane.

Jungkook is still a mess of emotions. He left Jimin hours ago and he’s still shaking from their
fight. His alpha is restless and has a hard time accepting Jimin’s rejection. Jungkook doesn’t
understand what he did wrong. He just wants to spend time with Jimin and he knows Jimin
wants that too. It’s like they’re back to square one when Jimin kept him at arm’s length.

The past month they’ve become closer and it finally felt like Jimin was letting Jungkook in. Jimin
let him come close enough for Jungkook to believe he was getting somewhere but it was just an
illusion. All this time Jimin still had his guard up. He lured Jungkook in to satisfy his own selfish
needs and Jungkook isn’t mad at him because he’s trying to do the same thing to Jimin. Their
needs are just completely different.

Jungkook knows it’s his own fault they fought. They had a deal. No strings attached. Jimin
fulfilled his part of the deal while Jungkook became greedy.

“My courting isn’t working,” Jungkook says after clearing his throat. He speaks so softly
Taehyung can barely hear him. “Jimin figured out I was trying to court him I think. He reminded
me that we’re just two people who have sex together. So, I don’t really know what to do at this
point.”

“To be honest with you, I don’t know either,” Taehyung sighs. “Maybe you should just be honest
with him.”

“You think I should tell him about my feelings?” Jungkook looks at him. Taehyung is staring at
the people walking through the streets.

“Yeah,” he shrugs. Jungkook sighs.

“It won’t go well.”

“I know.”

Jungkook’s situation is complicated and he’s not sure his best friend has a solution for him this
time. Jungkook always goes to him when he doesn’t know what to do. Taehyung gives great
advice and has been guiding Jungkook through life for years. He’s Jungkook’s safety net. He
knows that everything will be fine as long as he has Taehyung.

Jungkook relies on Taehyung more than he should. He does so without giving enough back.
Taehyung always says it’s okay because he’s the older one but Jungkook wants to become his
safety net too in the future. Jungkook’s personality is influenced by Taehyung’s. Jungkook isn’t
sure what kind of person he truly is without Taehyung.

When they moved to Seoul and Jungkook started college, he made a promise to himself. He
wants to find his way in life on his own. He joined a frat because he didn’t have friends other
than Taehyung and he needed to have his own thing. Something that belongs only to him.
Joining Alpha Sig helped him get out of his shell and it’s easier for him to make friends now.

Jimin is also something that belongs to him. Something he doesn’t share with Taehyung.

No matter how hard he tries to be his own person, Jungkook always comes back to Taehyung
whenever things become too difficult. Taehyung always welcomes him with open arms.

“Kook, listen,” Taehyung turns to him. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. If you want to
just ignore your feelings and keep doing what you guys are doing, then do it. I try to give you
advice but I’m no relationship expert. It’s just,” he licks his lips, “it’s up to you.”

“What would you do if you were in my position? Be honest.”

There’s desperation in Jungkook’s eyes, he’s looking at Taehyung like he has all the answers in
the world. It might be up to him but Jungkook has no idea what to do.

“I don’t know baby,” Taehyung tilts his head to the side and runs a hand down Jungkook’s back.

“You do know. Just tell me.”

“If I were you,” Taehyung sighs and runs his hands down his face, “I’d be honest with him. I think
he’s going to reject you, but at least he’ll know you have feelings for him. And you won’t have to
wonder, what if.”

“Okay,” Jungkook nods. His heart is heavy. It’s not what he wanted to hear but Taehyung is
nothing but always honest.

“That’s what I would do,” Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulder, “but you’re you
and I’m me. Do whatever you want baby.”

Jungkook closes his eyes and leans against Taehyung. The scent of vanilla envelops his body
like a blanket. He feels safe but still lost. Jungkook doesn’t want to lose Jimin but he doesn’t
want to just have sex with him either. Jungkook has to decide what’s best for him and what’s
best for them.

“I will.”

He might be seven years younger than Jimin but he’s still an adult.

“Thanks Tae.”

“Anytime,” Taehyung ruffles his hair.

Jungkook needs to act like an adult.

And so he will.

…………&…………

It’s been two days since Jimin fought with Jungkook and he misses him already.

Jimin isn’t used to craving someone’s presence. His omega is restless without Jungkook. Jimin
isn’t mean, he doesn’t like hurting people especially the ones he cares about. Jungkook has
become one of those people. He’s not only hurting Jungkook though, he’s hurting himself too.

Jimin doesn’t feel like being alone so he invited Hoseok and Seokjin over. It’s late in the evening
and Haewon is fast asleep in her bedroom. They opened a bottle of wine and have been
chatting about this and that for the past hour. Jimin doesn’t say much, it’s mostly his friends who
talk which is very unlike him.

He knew it wouldn’t take long for them to notice his unusual silence. Seokjin stops in the middle
of his sentence when he realizes Jimin is staring blankly at the black TV screen. Hoseok is
sitting on the loveseat next to the couch Jimin is sat on. Seokjin decided to sit on the floor,
leaning against the coffee table. The three of them are nursing a glass of red wine.
“What’s wrong Jimin?” Seokjin asks. He looks serious.

Jimin blinks out of his stupor and does his best to fake a smile, “Nothing. It’s nothing. Sorry,
what were you saying?”

“We can tell something’s wrong,” Hoseok says. “Talk to us.”

“I…,” Jimin sighs. He doesn’t want this night to turn into a pity party. He’d rather not talk about
what’s been bothering him. He wants to forget about it entirely. “Jungkook has been acting weird
lately.”

“How so?” Seokjin frowns.

“He’s been very sweet,” Jimin shakes his head. “I mean he’s always sweet but… he bought me
flowers because they reminded him of me. He came to the dance studio to invite me to lunch
and paid for my food. He came by again two days ago to bring me lunch. He wanted us to eat at
the park together. He’s been doing all of this but refuses my advances. I just,” he licks his lips, “I
don’t like it.”

Seokjin and Hoseok share a knowing look before smiling at Jimin.

“Because it makes your heart flutter?” Seokjin jokes.

“He’s adorable,” Hoseok says.

“I don’t understand why he’s doing this. We’re supposed to meet to have sex, not to spend time
together.”

“He might be trying to woo you,” Seokjin says before taking a sip of his wine.

Jimin sighs heavily and takes a sip of his own drink. He’s thought about it. Not that Jimin has a
lot of experience but it looks a lot like courting.

“Why though?” Jimin shrugs.

“He might have feelings for you,” Hoseok says. He knows he’s entering a dangerous subject.

“He can’t have feelings for me,” Jimin’s voice is emotionless but his heart is racing in his chest.

“Why not?” Seokjin frowns.

“You know I would have to reject him. I don’t want to break his heart.”
“Then don’t reject him,” Seokjin deadpans.

“Give him a chance,” Hoseok says.

They say that as if it’s that easy for Jimin. To just let someone into his life as if he didn’t have
Haewon to worry about. Jimin can’t just invite new people in Haewon’s life like that. There’s no
certainty as to whether Jungkook will stay. If Haewon gets attached to Jungkook then her
feelings are also involved. When Jungkook leaves she’ll get her heart broken too. It’s not just
Jimin. It’s Jimin and Haewon.

“I won’t,” Jimin says. He feels defensive. He hates talking about this and his friends know it.

“Why do you always reject happiness?” Seokjin asks and Jimin sighs, looking away.

“Jimin,” Hoseok says, “we don’t want you to grow old all alone.”

“Stop it. I can’t. He’s too young, it could never work,” there’s finalty in Jimin’s voice. There’s a
lump in his throat and his eyes are starting to sting.

“You can but you won’t,” Seokjin says and there’s anger in his voice. His anger isn’t misplaced.
He’s angry because he cares about Jimin and hates seeing him alone. He’s told Jimin so many
times over the years. “You won’t even try because you think your relationship will fail.”

“You always expect the worst,” Hoseok adds.

Jimin’s hands start to shake, he wants to flee. He doesn’t want to hear about how fucked up he
is. It feels like an intervention, he feels cornered and like he’s going to suffocate if they keep
talking.

“Relationships always fail,” Jimin’s voice break. He clears his throat.

“That’s not true,” Seokjin softens his voice. “I’ve been happily mated for 6 years. You always say
we’re lucky to have a mate but it has nothing to do with luck, Jimin. We’re happy because we
worked for it. You refuse to let yourself be happy.”

“That’s not true,” Jimin glares at him. He hates how right he is.

“It is,” Hoseok says. “You tell yourself that the age difference is the problem but that’s not it.”

“He could be the perfect alpha for you but you won’t even give him a chance,” Seokjin
continues.

“It’s not about me though. It’s about Haewon and how she already has to live without a dad.
Jungwoo is here but he’s not really here. Her heart has already been broken once. I don’t want
to break her heart again by being with someone who’s just going to leave us,” Jimin says. He
puts his glass on the coffee table and buries his head in his hands.

“What if he doesn’t leave?” Seokjin asks.

Jimin looks up, “He will. He’ll realize he’s missing out on a lot of things and he’ll leave. They
alway do,” Jimin whispers the last part and his heart drops when he realizes what he said.

He’s never voiced that out loud. It’s something he’s buried inside of himself for years. It’s a
feeling he’s ashamed of. It makes him feel vulnerable and weak.

“He’s not Jungwoo,” Hoseok breathes out. There’s sadness in his eyes. Sadness and pity.

“He’s the same age Jungwoo was when he left me,” Jimin spits out.

“Jimin-,”

“No,” Jimin stands up from the couch, glaring at them. “I’m done talking about this. Stop telling
me to give Jungkook a chance. I won’t. Let it go.”

“I won’t let it go,” Hoseok says with determination.

“Then maybe you should date him since you like him so much.”

“You’re being childish,” Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Leave me alone.”

“Guys,” Seokjin sighs.

Jimin feels like he can’t breathe. He needs to be alone. He walks out of the living room and
locks himself in his bedroom. He leans against the door and slides to the floor. They know not to
follow him when he’s like this. Jimin needs space when he’s angry.

Jimin is so, so angry. He’s hurting and he feels lonely. He just wants to stop feeling so damn
lonely all the time. Why can’t he be enough? Why can’t he be happy on his own?

Denial is Jimin’s biggest defense mechanism. He uses it on himself a lot. He says he doesn’t
want to let Jungkook in because it will affect Haewon but the truth is that he has a fear of
abandonment.

Jimin would rather break his own heart than to let someone else break it.
…………&…………

_“I want to be with you. I love you.”_

Jimin groans and changes channels aggressively. It’s 10PM on a saturday and Jimin is bored
out of his mind. Haewon is at her dad’s and he’s all alone in his apartment. That night Hoseok
and Seokjin left Jimin’s apartment, leaving him a note on the kitchen counter to apologize and to
tell him they loved him. Jimin texted them the next morning to apologize as well but Jimin hasn’t
been able to stop thinking about what they said.

He misses Jungkook. It’s been a week since they last spoke and they didn’t really leave each
other in good terms. It makes Jimin even more anxious. Jungkook doesn’t try to text him or to
initiate contact. Jimin isn’t even sure Jungkook wants to see him again. He hopes, selfishly, that
Jungkook misses him too.

Jimin grabs his phone and there’s still nothing from Jungkook. He stares at the dark screen for a
while. He’s been doing that a lot lately. He waits, waits and waits for something that never
comes. He could reach out to Jungkook first. He should. He’s just not brave enough.

Jimin sighs and drops his phone on the couch. He ends up watching a documentary on a man
who killed his entire family. It’s dark and sad but it matches Jimin’s mood. He’s lying on his
couch, buried under three blankets. The apartment is silent except for the TV and it’s dark
outside. The apartment is lit up by the kitchen lights. Jimin hates the silence.

Silence makes everything loud. Like the thoughts Jimin’s desperately trying to ignore.

Jimin just wants Jungkook. That’s all he wants. He always feels calm when Jungkook is here.

Jimin jumps when his phone buzzes. Jimin gasps and sits up when Jungkook’s name lights up
on the screen. It’s like he heard him.

Jimin opens the message.

From daddy alpha:

hey
you didn’t text me so i guess you didn’t want to fuck

okay

Jimin hurries off of the couch and grabs the mess of blankets to put them on his bed. He walks
to the bathroom and looks at himself in the mirror. He has dark bags under his eyes and his
blonde hair is a mess atop his head. Jimin rearranges his hair and washes his face with cold
water.

He heads back to the couch and waits. He flips through channels again but nothing catches his
attention. He gives up after two minutes and stops on a music program. He throws the remote
on the couch and bites his nails.

He doesn’t know what Jungkook wants to talk about but he’s hopeful. Jimin wants them to work
things out and go back to what they’re supposed to be. He doesn’t want to lose Jungkook. A
week without him was painful.

It should give Jimin more reason to end things with Jungkook. He’s addicted to Jungkook and
the more they spend time together the more it’s going to hurt when it stops.

Jimin hops off the couch when the doorbell rings. He brushes a hand through his hair and takes
a deep breath before opening the door. Jimin shivers when his eyes fall on Jungkook. He looks
so handsome and the way his scent washes over Jimin feels like being wrapped in a warm hug.

“Hey,” Jimin breathes out. He tries to smile but he doesn’t know if it’s appropriate.
“Hey.”

Jimin steps aside to let Jungkook in before closing the door. Jungkook’s hands are buried in the
front pocket of his black sweater and he looks nervous. He looks just as tired as Jimin.

“Do you want something to drink?” Jimin asks.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

They face each other in silence, not knowing what to do. Jimin wants to reach out and kiss him.
He wants to feel him so bad it hurts.

“Look-”

“Do you-”

They try to speak at the same time and Jimin would laugh if it was any other situation. The
atmosphere feels heavy and Jimin doesn’t feel as hopeful anymore. Dread washes over him.
He’s waiting, with bated breath, for everything to come crumbling down.

“I was gonna say,” Jimin starts, “do you want to sit down?” he points to the couch.

“No, I…,” Jungkook sighs, “look, Jimin. I need to tell you something.”

There it is. Jimin’s breath hitches and his heart drops because he knows exactly where this is
going. He can’t do this. He can’t.

“I know something’s bothering you. I know exactly what it is actually,” Jungkook licks his lips.
There’s a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“Can we have an honest talk for once. No passive aggressiveness. No bullshitting.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin sighs and squeezes his eyes shut, “please don’t.”

Jungkook takes a step forward but Jimin moves back. He doesn’t want to be touched right now.

“I know you don’t want to hear the truth but I need to say it,” Jungkook’s voice is shaky.

“Can’t we just pretend?” Jimin breathes out, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Just a little bit
longer.”
“It’s not healthy Jimin. It’s not right,” Jungkook shakes his head. He looks so fragile.

“I can’t do this Jungkook.”

“I know,” Jungkook takes another step towards Jimin but Jimin hold his hands up to stop him.

“Please don’t.”

Jungkook sighs and his arms fall to his sides. Jimin feels trapped between Jungkook and the
door. Realistically Jungkook isn’t that close but Jimin still feels cornered. He didn’t have time to
prepare himself mentally for this. He doesn’t like when things are out of his control. He’s not
ready to do this.

“I know I’m about to break my own heart but I still want to say it,” Jungkook says. The sadness
in his scent is unbearable. Jimin doesn’t want him to be sad. Ever.

“I don’t want to just fuck you Jimin,” Jungkook continues. Jimin shakes his head but Jungkook
ignores him. “I don’t want to pretend like I don’t want to be more to you.”

Jimin wraps his arms around himself and looks down at his feet. He’s losing Jungkook tonight
and they both know it. The last time he saw Jungkook they fought. The last memory he has with
Jungkook is them hurting each other in the locker room of his dance studio.

“I have feelings for you Jimin,” Jungkook’s voice break on the last word. “Real genuine feelings.”

Jimin wishes Jungkook had done this after they made love at his frat house. At least they would
have parted on a good memory. Jimin feels like he’s going to be sick.

“I think you’re incredible. I’m talking about all of you, not just your body or the fantasy of you. I’m
talking about you as a person. A strong, independent and beautiful person. There’s so much I
could say about you,” Jungkook chuckles, “only good things. But I don’t want to overwhelm
you.”

Jimin wants to cry. He can’t look at Jungkook. He can’t believe Jungkook is worried about
overwhelming him in a moment like this. Jimin’s never met someone as selfless as Jungkook.
Jimin hates to break such a wonderful man’s heart.

“I just want you to know that I have a lot of respect for you,” Jungkook clears his throat. He
sounds so emotional, Jimin doesn’t know how he’s not crying right now. “I wish you’d stop
overthinking so much and that you’d just give me a chance. I know you won’t. I know Jimin.”

Jungkook is so strong. He’s so vulnerable but so strong. Jimin could never show this much
emotion in front of anybody. Jungkook wears his heart on his sleeve, exactly like a man who’s
never had to suffer through heartbreak.

“But if you gave me a chance I could treat you so well. I could be so good to you. I would try my
hardest to keep you happy. I just wish you’d give me a chance to show you. I wish you’d give us
a chance.”

Jimin looks up and he wishes he didn’t. Jungkook is tearing up and he’s a second away from
breaking down. Jimin hates this situation so much. He hates himself even more.

“Jungkook, I can’t,” Jimin shakes his head. “I won’t.”

“I know,” Jungkook tries to smile but it looks like a grimace.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Jimin’s voice breaks and he swallows the lump in his
throat.

The room smells like sadness and distress. Jimin’s omega is trying to claw its way out of Jimin’s
head. Jimin feels like he’s suffocating. He can feel tears coming but he tries to blink them away.
He doesn’t cry. He won’t cry.

“I just want you to be honest with me.”

“I don’t want more,” Jimin hurries to say.

“That’s a lie.”

“It’s not Jungkook,” Jimin shakes his head. It’s half a lie.

“Yes it is,” Jungkook nods. “Wanna know what I think?”

“No.”

Jungkook takes a step forward. He looks desperate and like he wants to cage Jimin in to make
him listen. If Jimin could he’d cover his ears and close his eyes to pretend like this isn’t
happening. He doesn’t want to hear what Jungkook thinks because he knows it’s going to hurt
like hell.

“Too bad, I’ll tell you anyway,” Jungkook says determinedly. “I think you want more too. I think
you have feelings for me.”

Jimin shakes his head and takes a step back. He looks away. His heart is going to beat out of
his chest.
“I think you’re scared I’ll be like Jungwoo.”

Jimin gasps and walks back until his back hits the door. _No, no, no._ Jungkook can’t know. He
can’t know how weak Jimin is, he can’t know about Jimin’s demons. This is something he keeps
hidden. This is the deepest and darkest part of Jimin that he doesn’t want anyone to see.

“I think you want me bad,” Jungkook holds Jimin’s gaze. “Really fucking bad. But you’ve given
up on yourself and on your happiness years ago. I think Jungwoo took a piece of you when he
left.”

Jimin shakes his head and stares at Jungkook, silently begging him to stop. Jungkook is picking
his brain apart. Jimin’s hands are shaking and his stomach turns. He wants to cry so bad but he
can’t. _He won’t._

“You’ll never get that piece back if you don’t try to take it back, Jimin.”

“Please stop,” Jimin breathes out.

“You can’t be happy if you can’t be honest with yourself.”

“We could never work Jungkook. You’re too young. You’ll get bored of me.”

“You use my age as an easy way out but it has nothing to do with that. I might be seven years
younger than you but I know what I want and I’m honest with myself. I knew you’d reject me and
I still chose to tell you how I feel.”

Jungkook is braver than Jimin could ever be. He doesn’t run away from pain like Jimin has been
doing for years.

“Your truth is that you feel the same way about me but you’re scared of being abandoned.”

Jimin needs space, he can’t breathe. He pushes past Jungkook and takes a deep breath.
Jungkook turns to look at him. Jimin paces around the living room, trying his best to calm his
beating heart.

“I hate that you can read me so well,” Jimin spits out. “It feels like you’re in my fucking brain
sometimes and I fucking hate that. I hate that you can put words on how I fell when I can’t even
do it myself. I hate that I’m fucking terrified and I hate that I’m gonna reject you.”

Jimin turns to face Jungkook and glares at him, “But I am Jungkook. I can’t do this and I hate
that I can’t.”

Jungkook walks closer and Jimin doesn’t move away this time.
“Just try. Please. Give me a chance,” Jungkook looks desperate. He reaches a hand to touch
Jimin but Jimin shakes his head.

“I can’t Jungkook. I’m really fucking sorry but I just can’t go through this again. It took me years
to rebuild myself. I can’t give someone the power to break me again. No matter how well you
mean and how much I want you. I just can’t.”

A tear escapes Jimin’s eyes but he quickly wipes it away. No. He won’t cry. He promised himself
he wouldn’t cry anymore when he got over Jungwoo. He’s not weak.

Jungkook stares at him like he’s trying to find something that will make Jimin change his mind,
but he knows Jimin is stubborn. This is a losing battle.

“Okay,” he breathes out. He still hasn’t cried. He’s so strong.

“We can’t see each other anymore Jungkook. I’m really sorry.”

“I know,” Jungkook looks down. “It’s okay.”

It’s not okay. None of this is okay. None of them are okay.

“Just tell me one last thing,” Jungkook looks up and stares deep into Jimin’s eyes.

“What?”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

Jimin’s breath hitches. It doesn’t matter how Jimin feels because it won’t make a difference.
What’s the point of knowing? It’s only going to hurt more. Jimin wants to lie, to make things
easier but Jungkook said they had to be honest. Jimin doesn’t want to disappoint Jungkook
anymore than he already has.

“I do.”

“Tell me.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin shakes his head.

“Say it please,” Jungkook whispers, voice shaky.

“I have feelings for you,” Jimin says. His heart breaks. Everything hurts so bad.
“Thank you,” Jungkook says it like it actually makes him feel better. “I’ll always be here for you.
I’ll wait for you.”

“Don’t Jungkook. You’ll wait forever.”

“Then I’ll wait forever,” he sounds determined.

“Jungkook…”

Jungkook walks up to him and brings him into a tight hug. Jimin gasps in surprise but he wraps
his arms around Jungkook’s waist anyway. Jimin buries his nose in Jungkook’s neck and
inhales his scent one last time. His omega howls in pain, cries out to Jimin, begging him to tell
Jungkook to stay. Jimin fists Jungkook’s sweater and he’s not sure he can let go.

“Please take care of yourself,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s hair.

“I’m sorry Jungkook,” Jimin hugs him tighter. “I’m so fucking sorry. You deserve so much better.
You deserve the world. Please, take good care of your heart.”

Jungkook kisses the top of his head before cupping his face. They stare at each other for what
feels like forever, communicating without uttering a single word. Jimin hopes Jungkook can read
how sorry he is in his eyes. He hopes he can see how much he cares about him and how much
he wishes things were different.

Jungkook leaves one long kiss on Jimin’s forehead before whispering “Goodbye Jimin.”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and chokes on a broken sob. It almost hurts as much as it did
when Jungwoo told him he wasn’t enough to make him happy. Jungkook lets go of Jimin and
walks out of the apartment without looking back.

He takes a piece of Jimin with him too.

A piece of himself Jimin gave up on.

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5. Chapter 5

Notes for the Chapter:

> Here it is! I know I made you guys suffer last chapter and you're anticipating this new one.
Thank you so much for all the lovely comments, you guys are the best. Enjoy! ♥

The first week without Jimin is a lot harder than Jungkook anticipated.

Not that he expected it to be easy. He knew it would hurt but he didn’t think it would hurt this
bad. He feels hollow, like a part of him is missing. His heart aches for something he knows he
could have if things weren’t so complicated. Knowing that Jimin has feelings for him doesn’t
really make it hurt less but it’s better than Jimin not wanting him at all.

It’s not that Jungkook isn’t good enough for him, it’s that Jimin thinks he’s not good enough to
make Jungkook stay. Which is crazy because Jungkook has never wanted someone as much
as he wants Jimin. He knows, deep down, that he won’t ever feel this way for anybody else. It’s
not love he feels yet, but there’s something burning under his skin. A craving to be close to him,
to feel him and to make him happy.

It might be a werewolf thing. Something he doesn’t completely understand. He doesn’t really

want to understand, he trusts in himself and his instincts. He wants Jimin and he’s accepted
that. It doesn’t mean he can have him but at least he’s honest with himself and he’s aware of
how he feels. It should help with recovering. If that’s even possible.

Time is supposed to heal everything but he’s not sure it will work for them.

Jungkook doesn’t do much during that week. He spends most of his time in his room, in his bed.
He looks at the ceiling for hours and imagines a life with Jimin. He cries. A lot, actually.
Jungkook’s always been sensitive but he doesn’t necessarily cry easily. He doesn’t stop himself
from crying though. It helps, in some way. He even feels lighter after some of his crying
sessions. Sometimes he feels even sadder.

He doesn’t wish for the pain to go away. He knows he needs to feel it before things get better.
He’s sad but he’s patient. He forces himself to go to his classes even though he has a hard time
focusing. He doesn’t interact with people though. He goes on with his life but isolates himself.

It’s not like he has a lot of people to isolate himself from, but he doesn’t even have the strength
to greet his teachers when he enters a classroom. People look at him now. Usually, Jungkook
goes unnoticed because he’s not a very interesting person. Now, he gets a lot of looks of pity.
It’s because of his scent. He smells like the woods during a storm. That’s how he feels inside.
He’s a storm of emotions and there’s nothing he can do to stop it. He just needs to let it pass.

Taehyung is the only one he doesn’t isolate himself from, but that’s because he needs him the
most when he’s sad. He also knows Taehyung wouldn’t let him isolate himself from him, so
there’s no point in trying. He trusts Taehyung enough to be vulnerable in front of him anyway. He
has nothing to hide.

Taehyung tries to get him to hang out with him but Jungkook always says no. He’s not strong
enough for it yet. Socializing makes him tired when he’s sad. The only type of socialization he
can offer Taehyung is texting. Never for too long though.

Taehyung understands and gives him his space for a week. He’s never been a patient person
though, and nothing hurts him more than seeing Jungkook hurt.

Jungkook is lying on his bed when someone knocks on his door. He knew it would come
eventually. He knows it’s time to let someone into his space.

“Come in,” Jungkook mutters. He doesn’t really want the person to hear him.

Even if Taehyung didn’t hear him he would come in anyway.

“Hey,” Taehyung says when he closes the door.

It’s 5PM but it’s dark in Jungkook’s room because the blinds are closed. Light gives him
headaches nowadays. He always feels safer when it’s dark anyway because he can’t see
himself and people can’t see him.

Taehyung walks to the window to open the blinds. Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut when the
light hits him. He has to blink a few times to get used to it. Taehyung opens a window to let the
air in. The whole room smells like Jungkook’s scent but it’s filled with sadness. It must be hard
for Taehyung to be here. His omega must be begging him to comfort Jungkook. To scent him
and to purr until the sadness completely disappears from his scent.

Jungkook doesn’t like being touched when he’s sad. He usually likes being alone until he talks
himself out of whatever state he’s in. He’s usually the one who reaches out to Taehyung when
he feels better, asking him to hang out.

What he’s experiencing right now is nothing like he’s ever experienced. Taehyung probably
doesn’t know how to navigate around the situation. Jungkook doesn’t want to make things
difficult for him so he’ll try to let him in. There’s not much he can offer Taehyung for now, but he
won’t reject him.

“How long have you been lying here?” Taehyung asks as he sits on the edge of Jungkook’s bed.
His voice is gentle like he’s talking to a frightened animal.

“Since I came back from my 9AM class,” Jungkook’s voice is raw. He can’t remember the last
time he talked.

“Want some company?” Taehyung asks. “We can watch a movie and eat snacks.”

“I’m kind of tired.”

Taehyung sighs, fidgeting with his fingers. Jungkook isn’t making it easy for him to help, but he
really feels tired. He can’t say he doesn’t appreciate his friend’s concern though.

“It’s gonna get better, you know,” Taehyung says. Everyone always says that and Jungkook
doesn’t know if the pain will get better, but he knows that eventually he’ll learn to live with it.

“It’s been a week and I already miss him like crazy,” Jungkook says. He hasn’t moved from his
spot on the bed. He’s lying on his side, facing the window. A light breeze hits his face and
somehow it makes him feel better. “It’s not like we saw each other often but we used to text
every day at least. I miss talking to him. I just miss him.”

“I know,” Taehyung rests a hand on Jungkook’s hip, rubbing it with his thumb. It’s of small
comfort but Jungkook appreciates it nonetheless. “I’m sure he misses you too.”

“I know he misses me and that’s what hurts the most,” Jungkook scoffs. “The fact that we both
like each other but we can’t be together. I mean, we can but he’s just not ready.”

It’s such a stupid situation to be in. Liking someone, knowing they like you back but you still
can’t be with them. It should be simple. Love is supposed to conquer all. That’s what Jungkook’s
heard all his life. In reality, things are more complicated.

Jungkook could torture himself and tell himself that if Jimin had never met Jungwoo then things
would be completely different. If Jimin never met Jungwoo he wouldn’t be scared of letting
Jungkook in, but if he didn’t mean Jungwoo he would never have had Haewon. Jungkook can
imagine a hundred different scenarios in which he and Jimin have it easy, but it doesn’t change
anything. Things happen for a reason. Jungkook likes to believe so.

“I could ask Yoongi hyung to talk to him,” Taehyung says. “I can stop by his pet shop anytime.”

“Thanks Tae,” Jungkook gives him a small smile, “but I think it’s better to leave Jimin alone. I
think he needs space right now. To make sense of everything.”

Taehyung’s eyes soften. He runs a hand up and down Jungkook’s back. He looks at Jungkook
with fondness and love. They both hate when the other is hurting, it always affects their moods.
The world stops turning every time one of them is sad. Taehyung probably feels helpless
because there’s nothing he can do for Jungkook to stop hurting.

“You’re so sweet Jungkookie,” Taehyung pets Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook closes his eyes and
melts into the comforting touch. “I’m really sorry this is happening.”

“I don’t hate him you know,” Jungkook’s voice breaks. His eyes start to sting and soon tears will
prickle in the corners of his eyes. He swallows around the lump in his throat. “I understand his
reasons, I really do. I don’t agree with the way he deals with his fears but I understand.”

“When did you get so mature, huh?” Taehyung smiles at him fondly. There’s pride in his eyes.

“I’ve never really been in a situation that required me to be mature before this,” Jungkook sighs.
“I’m as surprised as you are. I’m trying really hard to be the best version of myself because I
really care about him. I want him so bad I’m willing to do whatever it takes to be good enough
for him.”

Jungkook might not be yet but he knows he can grow to be good enough for Jimin. He has so
much to learn but he’s willing to try. He wants to be a man, an alpha, Jimin is proud to be with,
but most importantly Jungkook wants to become someone he, himself, can be proud of.

“I’m so proud of you Jungkook,” Taehyung breathes out. It warms Jungkook’s heart.

“I’m still a dumbass,” Jungkook chuckles. “I’m just leveling up.”

“You’ll always be a dumbass,” Taehyung smiles. “It’s part of your charm.”

“Thanks.”

Just like that, Jungkook’s mood has been lifted. His heart still aches for his omega but he’s
going to be okay. He’s not alone and he doesn’t want to be sad forever.

Jungkook sits up to lean against the headboard, “Thanks for being there Tae.” He extends his
hand for Taehyung to take.

“I’ll always be there for you baby,” he squeezes his hand and gives him a soft smile. “I’ll go now,”
he stands beside the bed. “Text me if you need anything.”

“I will,” Jungkook smiles.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Taehyung pets his hair one last time before walking out of his room. Jungkook stays immobile
for a while. He can hear the sound of cars driving by, the idle chatter of other frat members
outside. The world hasn’t stopped turning.

Jungkook will be okay.

…………&…………

The second week without Jimin, Jungkook stops isolating himself.

His heart still feels heavy and he constantly feels tired but he pulls through it. He runs a lot.
Mostly at night, when the streets are less busy and because he feels freer at night. At night,
everyone is home and no one expects anything from him. He’s free from any responsibility. After
a long day, when the sun goes down and the moon rises, everyone minds their own business.

That’s exactly what Jungkook needs. For students to stop looking at him like he’s something to
be pitied. For teachers to stop expecting him to turn in his work on time when his head is all
over the place. Jungkook is trying his hardest not to let anyone down and he’s exhausted.

At least, he’s not letting himself down.

He thinks he’s doing pretty good considering. He gets out of bed every morning and that’s a
victory in itself. He attends his classes, he hung out with Taehyung twice since he came over, he
doesn’t miss any meal. He’s just a little behind on his homework and he neglects his frat duties.
He’s trying and that’s enough for Jungkook.

Jungkook slows down to a walk when he reaches the Alpha Sig’s house. He’s been running for
40 minutes, his heart is racing and he’s sweating, but his chest feels lighter. It’s short-lived but
the endorphins in his system make him feel happier and he doesn’t hurt as much after every
run. It’s a small relief but it’s better than nothing.

Jungkook enters the house and heads straight for the kitchen where he grabs a bottle of water
from the fridge. He downs half of the bottle as he leans against the counter. It’s 11PM and he
still needs to make himself dinner. The house is loud, voices can be heard from every room.

Nowadays, being home makes Jungkook anxious.

Most of the time, he tries to avoid his frat brothers. He doesn’t feel like talking to them because
they wouldn’t understand and Jungkook isn’t close enough with them to talk about how he feels.
He’s been pretty lucky for the past two weeks because he hasn’t seen anyone. Or, well, more
like no one has seen him.
Luck always runs out eventually.

Jisoo stops in his tracks when he sees Jungkook in the kitchen. Jungkook swallows his sip of
water. They stare at each other for a few seconds until Jisoo walks to the fridge. Jungkook
walks around the counter to give him space.

“Hey,” Jisoo says. He takes a bottle of coke out of the fridge.

“Hey,” Jungkook replies. Drops of sweat are running down his temples and his shirt is sticking to
his chest. He’s in need of a shower but he knows he can’t escape this conversation.

“You’re running again?” Jisoo takes a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with coke.

“Yeah, I…,” Jungkook licks his lips, looking for a fake reason, “I need to get back in shape.”

“You look fine to me,” Jisoo chuckles.

“Thanks,” Jungkook smiles.

Jisoo is one of the nicest alphas in Alpha Sig. Jungkook’s never had the chance to talk to him
much outside of parties but they’re always drunk and drunk conversations are usually forgotten
in the morning. Jungkook’s never had any bad encounters with Jisoo though. He’s pretty quiet
himself but he’s more social than Jungkook.

“You haven’t been very…,” Jisoo starts, leaning against the counter. He seems to be looking for
the right words, “present, lately.”

“Yeah, uh, I’m kind of busy with school,” Jungkook looks down at his hands wrapped around his
water bottle. He hates lying and he’s bad at it too.

“Are you happy in Alpha Sig?”

Jungkook blinks at him. No one’s ever asked him that and he’s never asked himself that either.
Does he even have an answer? Is he happy?

Somehow, the answer comes to him easily.

He hasn’t felt comfortable in Alpha Sig for at least a year. Way before he met Jimin. He never
really thought about doing anything about it because what other options does he have? He
doesn’t have a job and the money his parents give him every month isn’t enough to rent a place
of his own. He’s in the middle of a school year and there’s no dorm rooms available.

He joined Alpha Sig because he wanted to make friends. If he leaves, then he only has
Taehyung. Jungkook came out of his shell but he didn’t make any friends because he found out
he has nothing in common with the alphas in Alpha Sig. He also didn’t make any effort to get to
know everyone. He might have been friends with Jisoo if he tried.

Being a frat boy isn’t so bad, he gets to go to the best parties, has sex with gorgeous omegas.
He lives in a big house, has his own room and doesn’t even have to pay for it. He pays monthly
dues but everything is covered by his parents because it’s cheap. Jungkook is doing pretty good
for himself, but he can’t say that he’s _happy_.

It’s just convenient.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook shrugs.

“Look, Jungkook,” Jisoo sighs, “I know you’ve been going through something. You haven’t been
invested in the frat for the past months but you’ve been completely MIA these past few weeks. I
won’t ask,” he stares at Jungkook, “but if you ever need to talk. I’m here, okay?”

“I appreciate it hyung,” Jungkook smiles, “but I’ll be fine.”

“I know,” Jisoo nods. “You’re a strong kid. I’m just saying.”

“Thank you.”

Jungkook isn’t surprised by Jisoo’s offer but he’s surprised to be the recipient of his kindness.
They’re not close but somehow, Jungkook wouldn’t mind going to him for advice. He’s
Taehyung’s age, he lived two years longer than Jungkook which means he has more experience
in everything. When he was younger, Jungkook always hung out with people that were older.
Taehyung, his older brother, his father. It’s easier for him to connect with them than with people
his age.

He’s always felt like there’s a lot he could learn from them.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Jungkook says.

“Alright. Goodnight Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, hyung.”

Jisoo has more experience than Jungkook because he’s lived two years longer than him.

Jungkook would love to learn from him.

He just has a hard time trusting people with his feelings.

…………&…………

A few days later everything comes crashing down.

More than they already have anyway.

When Jungkook comes home that night after his usual run, he’s met with a mess of kegs, red
cups and decorations. Some frat members are moving the kegs to different rooms in the house
and others are standing up on some chairs to put up the decorations. Jungkook curses himself
internally. He totally forgot there was a party tonight. He should have gone to Taehyung’s.

Jungkook closes the front door behind him and just stands there. No one pays him any
attention. Jungkook should just head upstairs and hide in his room for the rest of the night. He
doesn’t have time to even take a step forward before someone’s calling his name.

“Jeon!” Wonho corners him. He’s followed by Jay and Jisoo. He doesn’t look happy. “Where
were you? Everyone was supposed to be home at 6PM to get the house ready for the party and
you were the only one missing.”

Jungkook fidgets with his earphones. He doesn’t have a good excuse and he’s really not in the
mood to fight. Parties are the least of his worries right now.

“I couldn’t make it, sorry,” he’s not sorry.

“Why not?” Jay asks, arms crossed over his chest. Jisoo stands quietly behind them. He looks
sorry for Jungkook.

“I had an emergency.”

“Running isn’t an emergency,” Wonho says, looking at Jungkook’s attire. He’s wearing
sweatpants and a shirt and his hair is matted to his forehead.

“Neither is crying yourself to sleep,” adds Jay. “All of that could wait, we needed you.”

Jungkook is usually numb to Wonho and Jay’s teasing jabs but not today. Anger rises in his
chest and his scent starts getting stronger. He tries to control his breathing as best as he can
but he already knows it’s a lost cause.

“Thanks for being so understanding.”

“Look,” Jay rolls his eyes, “everyone goes through break ups, you need to get over it. There’ll be
tons of hot omegas at the party.”

Jungkook doesn’t even know how they know about what happened with Jimin. Maybe they don’t
need to know, maybe they just put two and two together. For months Jungkook smelled like
Jimin and like happiness. Now, Jimin’s scent has disappeared and his own scent is filled with
sadness. It doesn’t take a genius to understand what’s going on.

“No thanks,” Jungkook feels sick just thinking about betraying Jimin like that. He’s not with him
anymore but he won’t touch anyone else for a very long time.

“That pretty ex of yours must have been a really good lay for you to refuse to fuck other
omegas,” Wonho snickers. Jungkook doesn’t like the way he calls Jimin pretty. It sounds gross
in his mouth.

“Shut the fuck up. Get off my back. I’m not taking part in this stupid party and that’s that,”
Jungkook spits. “You guys are assholes. Grow the fuck up.”

Jungkook tries to walk away but Wonho pushes him against the door. Jisoo takes a step forward
but stops in his tracks. Jungkook has to keep a growl from escaping his throat. He wants to bury
his teeth in Wonho’s neck and assert his dominance but he doesn’t have the strength. Jungkook
shouldn’t challenge an older alpha anyway.

“You’re getting brave kiddo,” Wonho says. Jungkook pushes his hand away and Wonho lets him
but he’s still way too close. “Stop acting like a little bitch.”

“You’re the little bitch,” Jungkook grunts out. He wants to shove Wonho away. His smokey scent
is clogging up his senses. Their combined scents smell like a wildfire and Jungkook feels like it’s
burning inside his chest.

“Every member has to fulfill their duties, Jungkook,” Jay says. Jungkook is too busy holding
Wonho’s gaze to look at him. “If you keep acting like this we’ll have to kick you out.”

“I don’t really care. Maybe you should kick me out.”

Jungkook doesn’t think about the consequences of getting kicked out. He just can’t stand living
in the same house as them. He can’t take their teasing right now. He’s not strong enough to just
brush it off like he usually does. Everything hurts and he can’t be around people whose past
time is to bring him down.

“Do you really want that?” Jisoo asks. It’s the first time he speaks since Jungkook got home.
“Wonho, back off.”
Wonho scoffs but does as he’s told. The smell of smoke is less prominent, Jungkook feels like
he can breathe again. Jungkook straightens up and looks at Jisoo. He already knows the
answer.

“Who cares what he wants? He clearly doesn’t belong with us anymore,” Wonho says, crossing
his arms over his chest.

“I really don’t.”

“Okay then goodbye.”

“Wonho, come on,” Jisoo intervenes. “He’s going through something. Cut him some slack.”

Jungkook appreciates the concern but he can speak for himself, “Thanks but I want out anyway.

“You have to move out of the house then,” Jay says. He’s like Wonho’s little lapdog.

“Do you have a place to stay? Where will you go?” Jisoo asks. He steps in front of Jungkook, in
between him and Wonho.

“I’ll just go to a friend’s apartment, don’t worry about me. I’ll pick up my stuff tomorrow.”

Jungkook knows Taehyung will let him crash at his place but he hates imposing himself on him
like that. He doesn’t want to be a burden but it’s not like he has any other choice.

“Good riddance,” Wonho says.

“Shut the fuck up Wonho,” Jisoo groans. “You can stay until you figure something out,
Jungkook.”

“No he can’t.”

“Can you stop being an asshole for once in your life?” Jisoo spits out, looking at Wonho over his
shoulder.

“Whatever.”

Wonho rolls his eyes and gestures for Jay to follow him. They head to the backyard, not looking
back at Jungkook even once. Jungkook’s lived with these guys for a year and half and that’s all
he gets.

“I already know where I’m gonna stay, it’s fine.”

“Okay,” Jisoo nods and tilts his head to the side. “I’m sorry you don’t feel like you fit in our frat,”
he pats Jungkook’s shoulder, “but I’m glad you were part of it. If you need anything, I’m always
here.”

“Thank you Jisoo,” Jungkook smiles, “I really appreciate it.”

Jisoo smiles back, “Are you gonna stay here tonight?”

“I can’t.”

“Alright,” Jisoo sighs. “You can come pick your stuff up whenever you want.”

“Thanks.”

Jungkook smiles one last time before rushing to his room. He can’t stand being in this house
anymore. He feels lonely and uncomfortable. He just wants to be somewhere where he feels
safe for once. A place where he can be himself without fear of being judged.

Jungkook pushes his door open and grabs the gym bag under his bed. He shoves some clothes
inside of it without even looking at what he’s picking up. He takes his toiletries, his phone
charger and another pair of shoes. He doesn’t have enough room in his bag to take his camera
equipment so he decides to lock his door when he leaves.

He rushes out of the house without casting a glance at the people he passes by. He slams the
front door behind him and starts walking towards Taehyung’s apartment. It’s dark outside, the
streets are illuminated by lamposts. There’s light coming from the other frat houses in the street
who are also getting ready to party.

The cold air soothes the fire burning inside Jungkook’s chest. He doesn’t understand how he
ended up here in such a short time. A few months ago, he thought he had everything under
control. Jimin came into his life and destroyed every little thing he had built for himself, like a
hurricane.

Jungkook should feel lost but he’s never felt more alive.

It feels like a new beginning.

Like he can finally start living.

Jungkook takes his phone out of his pocket and dials Taehyung’s number. It only takes two rings
for him to answer.

_“Jungkook? You okay?”_

“I got kicked out of Alpha Sig,” Jungkook says it like it’s not big deal.

_“What the fuck happened?!”_

“Can I stay at your place until I figure something out?”

_“Yeah, of course, but…,”_ Taehyung pauses, he sounds worried. _“Jungkook what

happened?”_

“I just don’t want to be part of it anymore. Most of the guys there are assholes. They act like
we’re friends when we’re drunk but when I’m going through some shit, suddenly they don’t know
me anymore,” Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head.

The people he walks by look at him weirdly. His scent is a mess of anger, joy and constant
sadness.

_“Are you sure you’re not just lashing out because of what happened with Jimin?”_

“I can’t say it has nothing to do with that,” Jungkook chuckles. He knows he must look insane
and he feels like it. He shivers from the dried sweat on his skin. He’s pretty sure his cheeks are
red from anger and effort and his hair is all over the place. “I don’t feel like I have anything in
common with these guys anymore. There’s nothing to talk about with them, all they care about
is getting drunk and fucking omegas. I just don’t feel like doing all of that anymore.”

_“Okay,”_ Taehyung sighs. _“Well, you can stay at my place for as long as you need.”_

“Thanks Tae.”

_“You’re my best friend, Kook. Anything for you.”_

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon.”

_“Okay, see you in a bit.”_

“See you.”

Jungkook hangs up and pockets his phone. He’s going to Taehyung’s. Everything will be okay.
He’ll figure it out.

Jungkook can learn how to live on his own.

He can learn how to be an adult.

One step closer to being good enough for Jimin.

…………&…………

The third week without Jimin is a little less painful but it’s mostly because Jungkook is too busy
with getting his life together.

He doesn’t have time to think about Jimin. The only time he does nowadays is when he’s lying
on Taehyung’s couch at night. When he’s all alone in the dark in the quiet apartment. The
silence is always too loud. That’s when Jimin’s absence hurts the most.

It takes Jungkook three days to come back to the frat house. He didn’t feel like seeing Wonho
and Jay. They’re even bigger assholes when they’re hungover. He goes to the house on a
Tuesday morning because he knows almost no one is home. Taehyung comes with him.

“You don’t have that many things,” Taehyung says as he packs Jungkook’s clothes in a suitcase.

“No, it’s mostly just clothes, books and my camera equipment.”

Jungkook is packing said equipment in the big camera bag his parents gifted him at his high
school graduation. It’s mostly just lenses and a tripod. He takes the pictures off his wall and
slides them in one of his many photo albums.

It feels weird to pack everything after living here for a year and a half. This was the first place he
had on his own. He experienced a lot of firsts here. First time living without his parents, first kiss,
first time having sex.

First time making love to someone.

Jungkook’s heart squeezes in his chest at the thought. Jimin felt so good underneath him that
day. Jungkook had never been this happy since he moved to Seoul. The moment was perfect
and Jungkook will forever cherish it.

He tries to shake away the thought of Jimin’s skin against his, the smell of flowers filling the
room and the beautiful sounds coming out of his mouth. Jungkook shivers every time he thinks
about it.

“I really need to find a job,” Jungkook says. He struggles to fit all of his school books in his
backpack.

“I’m sure you’ll find something not far from campus.”

“I’ll try to apply to the coffee shops nearby.”

“Maybe, you can find a way to sell your pictures? Or find some gigs where they need a
photographer?” Taehyung offers. He makes a face when he picks up Jungkook’s underwear to
put them in the suitcase.

“That’s a good idea actually,” Jungkook scratches his head. He can’t believe he didn’t think of
that himself.

“Thanks,” Taehyung chuckles. He looks around the room for more clothes but he’s got
everything. He struggles to close the suitcase but Jungkook ignores him to pick up some
mangas and put them in his gym bag.

Jungkook remembers the way Jimin smiled when he saw his manga collection. He didn’t think to
ask back then but he wonders if Jimin likes them too. There’s so much he doesn’t know about
Jimin, so many things left to discover and he won’t get the chance to.

Jungkook thought that time would make the distance hurt less but the longer he is without Jimin
the harder it gets. It’s like he’s slowly realizing he really lost Jimin. He doesn’t get to see him
anymore.

He wonders how Jimin feels. If he’s hurting just as much as he is. If he’s able to move on with
his life without Jungkook. Knowing him, Jimin is probably pretending to be okay until he starts
feeling okay. He probably thinks that, since he has Haewon, he can’t allow himself to feel sad.

Jungkook would like to tell him it’s okay to be sad, that he should let himself feel, otherwise
sooner or later he’s going to explode. Jungkook wishes he could take Jimin on his runs. It would
probably help him as much as it helps Jungkook, but spending time together would only make
things worse for them. It’s not like that’s even an option anyway.

“I really want to text him,” Jungkook blurts out. He can’t see Taehyung’s reaction because his
back is turned to him. Jungkook can feel him moving behind him. “Just to check up on him. I
don’t know if it’ll hurt him or make him feel better. Maybe I’m selfish but I don’t want him to forget
about me.”

“I’m sure he hasn’t forgotten about you babe.”

“I hope so,” Jungkook sighs.

He turns around and throws the gym bag full of books next to Taehyung on the bed. Taehyung
bites on his bottom lip, he looks bashful.

“What is it?” Jungkook asks. He sits next to him.

“I know you said to give Jimin space, but I went to see Yoongi hyung anyway.”

“When?” Jungkook frowns. He’s not mad, he’s just wondering why Taehyung didn’t say
anything.

“Last week,” Taehyung stares at Jungkook as if to gauge his reaction.

“What did he say?” Jungkook looks down at his fingers. He’s scared of the answer.

“He said that Jimin isn’t answering his texts. His friends went to see him once since you
guys…,” Taehyung gestures towards nothing, “since what happened. He looked exhausted. He
hasn’t been going to work, he just takes care of his daughter.”

Jungkook wants to cry, his wolf wants to howl in pain. His omega is hurting and there’s nothing
he can do about it. His instincts screams at him to run to Jimin and to hold him in his arms until
he’s okay again, but he can’t do that. Jungkook squeezes his hands into fists and tries to control
his breathing. Pain washes over him, he feels so helpless and useless. He hurt Jimin. He did
this. He’s a terrible alpha.

“Jungkook,” Taehyung wraps his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders who’s started to rock back
and forth. “Baby, come on. He’s not alone, okay. His friends are taking care of him. He’s going to
be okay eventually.”

“I hate this,” Jungkook says. He sounds breathless. “He’s probably beating himself up. He’s
hurting and there’s nothing I can do.”

Taehyung hugs him to his side and runs a hand up and down his arm. Jungkook rests his head
against Taehyung’s shoulder. He breathes in the sweet scent of vanilla that always brings him
comfort.

“I know, I know baby,” Taehyung whispers against the top of his head. He rocks Jungkook
gently, like a parent would do to their baby to soothe them.

Jungkook’s breathing slows down but his chest still hurts. He just wants to see Jimin. He wants
to comfort him, to tell him everything is going to be okay, to make him smile. Jimin shouldn’t feel
sad ever. Jungkook wants to be with him so bad because he knows he could make him the
happiest. Jimin won’t let him and it’s killing him.

“I want to text him,” Jungkook breathes out. “I just want to tell him that I don’t hate him because
he probably thinks I do. I don’t know what to do Taehyung. I hate knowing he’s hurting because
of me.”
“You could text him,” Taehyung says. Jungkook’s surprised he’s not telling him not to do it. “He
might not answer though.”

“Yeah, but at least he knows I’m okay.”

Jungkook isn’t okay but he’s willing to lie to make Jimin feel better. He’s willing to do anything to
make Jimin hurt less.

“You’re a good boy Jungkookie,” Taehyung pets his head and it makes Jungkook smile.

“I know.”

Taehyung holds him until Jungkook calms down. It takes him thirty minutes but they’re in no
rush. When Jungkook doesn’t feel like his legs are going to give out if he stands up anymore,
the two of them gather all of the bags.

All of Jungkook’s belongings fit in a suitcase, two backpacks, a gym bag and a camera bag.
Jungkook takes one last look at his room. His mind fills with images of laughter. He has a lot of
good memories in this room as well as bad memories, but he decides to only take the good
ones with him and to leave the bad ones behind.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, saying goodbye to a year and half of his life.

He’s ready to start a new chapter.

When Jungkook closes the front door of Alpha Sig’s house, he doesn’t look back.

There’s nothing here for him anymore.

…………&…………

That night when he’s all alone in the dark in Taehyung’s apartment again, he thinks of Jimin.

So much has happened in such little time and Jimin doesn’t know about it. Does he wonder
what Jungkook is doing? Does he think Jungkook forgot about him?

Jungkook hopes not.

He hopes that Jimin knows he would never forget about him. He hopes that Jimin knows he
hasn’t moved on, that he can’t move on.

Jungkook is tired of hoping.

He grabs his phone on the coffee table and opens Jimin’s contacts. He ignores the last text he’s
received from him three weeks ago and types a new one.

To jimin nom nom:

hey
i just wanted to check up on you
i hope you’re not beating yourself up too much
we’re both sad but i just want you to know that i don’t hate you
i really don’t
i miss you a lot of course but i’m doing pretty good
i’m trying to be okay
i hope you’re taking care of yourself
please make sure you eat well and rest
goodnight jiminie ♥

…………&…………

Jimin tries not to cry when he reads Jungkook’s texts. It feels like his heart is getting crushed all
over again. He swallows the lump in his throat and drops his phone on the couch. He doesn’t
have the strength to talk to Jungkook. He doesn’t have the strength to talk to anyone.

It’s been three weeks and things aren’t getting better. He still feels like he can’t breathe most of
the time. He tries his best to take care of himself, to eat when he’s not hungry, to sleep when
he’s not tired. Except he’s always tired. He’s exhausted, he hurts and he doesn’t know how to
make it better.

He just wants it to stop hurting so much.

Jimin misses Jungkook. He misses him bad. He didn’t realize the boy had become such a big
part of his life. They used to talk every day, they used to think about each other every day. Jimin
still thinks about Jungkook every day but it doesn’t feel the same. He used to feel warm when
he thought about Jungkook but now he feels cold. He feels frozen.

He doesn’t know how to move on. He doesn’t know how to stop hating himself.

He hates himself for being so scared of taking risks but he mostly hates himself for letting
Jungwoo control him. It’s been 6 years since they broke up and Jimin still has to live with the
scars Jungwoo left behind. Jungwoo gave Jimin Haewon but he also gave him self-doubt,
insecurities and a fear of abandonment.

He’s only holding on because of Haewon. He doesn’t really have a choice but to be there for
her. He only exists because of her. He only knows how to be a parent. Without Haewon, Jimin
doesn’t know who he is, he has no purpose.
Sometimes he wonders where he’d be in his life if he didn’t meet Jungwoo and if he didn’t have
Haewon. Jimin doesn’t really know what type of person he would be. If he would be totally
carefree or if he’d still be weary. Would he be more ambitious, more career driven? Or would he
want to find true love, settle down, have pups? Maybe he’d be both. Maybe he can be anything
he wants to be if he’s brave enough.

“...mmy. Mommy!”

Jimin startles out of his thoughts when he feels Haewon’s small hand on his knee. She’s looking
at him with concern in her eyes and Jimin hates himself even more for making her worry.

“Sorry, baby. Come here,” Jimin says, extending his arms to pick her up and sit her in his lap.

Haewon kisses Jimin’s cheek before resting her head against his shoulder. Jimin hugs her
closer to his chest. Warmth washes over Jimin’s heart every time he holds his daughter in his
arms.

“Did you need anything, baby?” Jimin says, nuzzling the top of her head.

“You smell sad,” Haewon answers.

Jimin’s heart tightens in his chest. He feels guilty that his feelings are affecting Haewon. She
shouldn’t have to smell sadness in Jimin’s scent, she shouldn’t have to worry about him.
Haewon takes one of Jimin’s hands in her own smaller ones to play with his fingers. It makes
him smile.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Jimin whispers.

“Why are you sad, mommy?”

Jimin can smell distress in her scent and it makes his stomach churn with anxiety. He tries his
best to control his scent, releasing calming pheromones to comfort her.

“It’s nothing. Mommy’s going to be okay soon, I promise. Don’t worry.”

Haewon doesn’t say anything for a while but she seems deep in thought. She’s frowning and
pouting like she’s trying to make sense of the situation. Haewon’s only eight but she’s already
an overthinker, just like Jimin. Jimin wished she didn’t get this trait from him because he knows
it’s going to make her life difficult.

Suddenly, her eyes light up and she looks up at Jimin.

“Can you invite Jungkook oppa to our house?” she asks.

To say that Jimin’s surprised by the request is an understatement. He didn’t think Haewon even
remembered Jungkook because their first meeting was very brief. She never mentioned him
again after that.

“You remember Jungkook?” Jimin finds it hard to even say his name.

“The alpha that smelled like you.”

Jimin can’t help but blush at the words.

“Yes. Why do you want to invite him over, baby?”

“You smelled really happy when he was here,” Haewon says and Jimin’s heart shatters into a
million pieces. “You smelled like a beautiful garden. You’ve never smelled like that before,
mommy.”

Jimin has to hold back tears for what feels like the millionth time these past weeks. Jimin always
forgets how perceptive and attuned to him Haewon is. Haewon knows him best, always knows
when something’s wrong, when he needs comfort. She knows not to test his patience when
Jimin is frustrated or angry. No matter how hard Jimin tries to hide his feelings, Haewon always
knows. She doesn’t mention it but she knows.

“And now you smell really sad. Like faded flowers,” Haewon says with a small voice and a sad
expression on her face that breaks Jimin’s heart. “Is he not your boyfriend anymore, mommy?”

“He wasn’t my boyfriend,” Jimin’s voice breaks, ”he was just a friend, baby.”

“I think he likes you, mommy. I saw when daddy was angry. Jungkook oppa protected you,” she
looks sheepish when she says it because she knows she wasn’t supposed to see.

“Weren’t you supposed to be in your room?” Jimin raises an eyebrow at her but he looks
amused, not angry.

“I’m sorry, mommy. I didn’t want you and daddy to fight again,” Haewon whines, a pout on her
lips.

“It’s okay, baby,” Jimin says, running his fingers through her dark hair.

“Do you like Jungkook oppa?” Haewon asks and the question catches him off guard.

“Um,” Jimin hesitates, “he’s really nice. He’s smart and he’s funny. I liked spending time with
him,” Jimin hates that _like_ turned into _liked_.

“He’s pretty,” Haewon says and that makes Jimin laugh, “you should make him your boyfriend,
mommy.”

“I can’t, baby,” Jimin smiles at her but it’s a sad one.

“Yes, you can. He likes you and you like him. Just ask him to be your boyfriend,” she says
determinedly before resting her head against Jimin’s shoulder.

“It’s not that simple, Haewon,” Jimin rests his cheek on her head.

“I don’t want you to be alone forever, mommy.”

Jimin’s breath gets caught in his throat and he feels cold all over. Haewon’s never mentioned
Jimin’s lack of romantic partners before and it leaves him speechless. He didn’t think that she
was bothered by the fact that Jimin doesn’t have a mate or isn’t seeing anyone. It’s always been
just the two of them. It’s never crossed his mind that she might want to see Jimin with someone.

“I have you, baby,” Jimin mumbles.

“Are you scared he will leave?” Haewon asks and it feels like Jimin’s being hit by a brick.

“What?” his voice trembles when he speaks.

“Are you scared he will leave like daddy did?”

“Haewon,” Jimin says but he doesn’t know how to answer this question.

Jimin doesn’t know how to feel about his daughter’s perceptiveness. He’s tried so hard to hide
his fear of abandonment from her but all this time she knew.

“People don’t always leave, mommy. Seokjin oppa has Namjoon oppa and Hoseok oppa has
Yoongi oppa. They don’t leave because they love each other, right? Maybe if you love Jungkook
oppa, he won’t leave.”

Jimin feels like he’s about to drown. Haewon is too young to think about these things, it’s not her
role to comfort Jimin and to teach him things. Jimin feels sad because he wishes he didn’t make
things so complicated.

“Some people leave even when you love them, baby,” Jimin says, on the verge of tears.

“Yes but that’s okay because you have me and I have you, mommy. We always have each
other.”

A sob escapes Jimin’s mouth and tears come streaming down his face. He bites his lips to stop
himself from sobbing even more and tries to wipe the tears away from his face with his hand.

“Don’t cry, mommy,” Haewon says before nuzzling Jimin’s scent gland.

She wraps her arms around Jimin’s neck and Jimin tightens his arms around her small body.
Jimin cries harder when he smells his daughter’s comforting peach scent. She releases calming
pheromones and Jimin buries his nose in her scent gland.

Jimin has underestimated his daughter’s intelligence and strength. He keeps people away
because he doesn’t want her to get hurt but he never considered the fact that she didn’t want
him to get hurt. All of her life, she’s been Jimin’s rock and Jimin didn’t think she was aware of it.

Jimin thinks that an eight year old shouldn’t be anybody’s rock. He doesn’t want to be a burden
for Haewon, he just wants her to be happy.

But maybe Haewon can’t truly be happy if Jimin isn’t happy.

Haewon runs her fingers through Jimin’s hair, gently petting his head until Jimin’s cries die
down. Jimin moves away from her neck and wipes his tears with the sleeves of his sweater. He
has a headache but somehow he feels lighter. Haewon looks up to stroke Jimin’s cheek with her
small hand. She smiles at Jimin and it warms his heart.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to cry,” his voice is still shaky but he doesn’t feel like crying
anymore.

“It’s okay, mommy,” she says before kissing his cheek.

“You’re so smart, you know that? I love you so much,” Jimin mutters.

“I love you too,” Haewon’s smile never leaves her face.

“You’re right. Mommy’s scared Jungkook will leave like daddy did. I don’t want us to get
attached because then we’ll be sad if he leaves. I don’t want you to be sad ever,” Jimin strokes
her cheek with a thumb.

“If Jungkook leaves and I’m sad, it’s okay because you always make me happy, mommy. I think
you shouldn’t be scared of people leaving us. I’m not scared.”

His daughter is brave and headstrong, things he wishes he could be. If she isn’t scared of being
abandoned, why should he be? He’s scared of being hurt as much as he’s scared of Haewon
being hurt, but, somehow, she’s not. No matter how hard Jimin tries to protect her from
heartbreak, he can’t control everything and Haewon is bound to get hurt in her life anyway.

The difference is that she’s not afraid of the obstacles she will have to face. She’s still young
and life doesn’t scare children as much as it scares adults, but Jimin wishes he could be like
her. He wants to be like her.

“You think I should give Jungkook a chance?” Jimin asks.

“Yes because he makes you really happy and I want you to be really happy,” Haewon grins at
him before hugging him.

“Thank you, baby.”

They hold each other for a long time after that, watching TV and comforting each other.

Haewon’s scent relaxes Jimin and for the first time in years, he feels like he can finally breathe.

…………&…………

The fourth week without Jimin is actually the hardest because Jungkook realizes it’s been a
month since he last saw him.

A month sounds like a lot and it feels like a lot.

It’s been a week since he sent these texts to Jimin and he never got an answer. Deep down he
knew he wouldn’t get one but it still hurt. He’s glad Jimin knows he doesn’t hate him though.

Jungkook managed to find a job, which is the only good thing that’s happened in a month. He
works at a coffee shop called Namu Coffee, situated only five minutes away from campus and
ten minutes away from Taehyung’s apartment.

He didn’t tell his parents he doesn’t live in the Alpha Sig’s house anymore because he doesn’t
want to worry them. Jungkook wants to figure this out on his own. He needs to.

He gets used to his new routine. School and work. He gets used to a life without Jimin. It pains
him to say so.

He’s okay.

Or, at least, he wants to be.

It’s 6PM when Jungkook’s world is turned upside down all over again.
The café is pretty quiet, there’s only four people there. A couple and two students sat at different
tables. Jungkook’s been here since 3PM, came straight from his economics class. The place
smells strongly of coffee and cinnamon rolls. Jungkook is looking out the window while
absentmindedly cleaning a table when his phone buzzes in his pocket. He ignores it for now. His
break is in five minutes anyway.

It’s probably just Taehyung asking him to pick up some food on the way home.

Jungkook finishes cleaning the dirty tables before emptying a trash can. He walks to the counter
with the heavy trash bag in his hand.

“Jieun noona,” Jungkook calls. The omega turns to him from where she’s making a latte. “I’m
taking my break now. I’ll be outside.”

“Okay, Kook-ah,” she smiles and points to the display of pastries, “you can take a cookie if you
want.”

“I’m fine, thank you.”

He smiles at her and she nods before going back to her latte. Jungkook walks in the back and
takes a door that leads to a back alley behind the coffee shop. He throws the trash bag in one of
the big dumpsters and leans against the wall. He fills his lungs with cold air before exhaling
slowly.

He’s been watching breathing exercises videos to help him relax when he’s feeling too much
lately. It works most of the time but the pain never really subsides.

Jungkook fishes his phone out of his back pocket and blinks at his screen.

His heart starts racing and his palms become sweaty. He leans away from the wall and holds his
phone with two hands. They’re shaking. He shivers in cold sweat and he’s beginning to feel
dizzy. So many emotions swirl in his brain, he feels like he’s drowning. Joy, sadness, anxiety,
fear. He feels like he might be hallucinating.

Jimin.

Jimin texted him back.

Jungkook struggles to unlock his phone because his hands are shaking too much. He’s scared
of opening the texts because he doesn’t know how they’ll affect him. They could destroy all of
the progress he’s made since Jimin ended things. Jungkook can’t go through it all over again,
not when he’s finally starting to get his life back together.
He can’t not read Jimin’s texts either.

Jungkook takes a deep breath and opens them.

From jimin nom nom:

hi jungkookie
thank you for checking up on me
i miss you too
a lot
i haven’t been doing very good this past month
it hit me harder than i expected
it feels weird not having you in my life
i don’t like that feeling very much
i feel better now though
a little someone helped me see things differently
you were right
my truth is that i have feelings for you but i’m scared that you’ll leave me
i always thought i was scared about how that could affect haewon
but i think i’m more concerned about it could affect me
i don’t like being scared and i don’t want to be
i think it’ll take some time for me not to be scared but even if i have to be
i think i want to be scared with you
i want to try jungkook
will you give me a chance?

Jungkook almost drops his phone on the floor. His legs almost give out.

But for the first time in a month, his heart doesn’t drop.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself, he’s staring at his phone, his hands are still
shaking. He doesn’t even notice the tears streaming down his face until he blinks and he
realizes his lashes are wet. A sob escapes Jungkook’s throat, he doesn’t try to muffle it.

His heart soars. The knots that have been permanently stuck in his stomach for the past month
disappear. His chest feels light. He feels like he can finally breathe.

Jungkook quickly wipes the tears off of his face. It’s no time to cry. Jungkook smiles instead. He
doesn’t stop smiling. He smiles so big his cheeks ache.

Jungkook doesn’t think twice before dialing Jimin’s number.

He almost starts crying again when he hears his voice.

_“Jungkook,”_ Jimin breathes out. His name has never sounded this beautiful. Jungkook
shivers. He’s talking to Jimin. He’s not dreaming.

“Jimin.”

Jimin chuckles and Jungkook can’t stop a stray tear from rolling down his face. Jimin is okay,
he’s laughing, he’s okay.

_“Hi,”_ Jimin whispers.

“I miss you so much,” Jungkook’s voice is so raw Jimin can probably tell he’s crying.

_“I miss you so much too.”_

None of them know what to say but hearing each other breathe is enough. It’s more than okay.
It’s everything. Jungkook can’t believe he’s talking to Jimin. His voice sounds even more
beautiful than he remembers.

He doesn’t understand what made Jimin change his mind but he doesn’t care. Jimin isn’t
hurting. Jimin wants to give them a chance.

_“Jungkook?”_ Jimin says timidly.

“Yes?”

_“Are you giving me a chance?”_

Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat for a second and then he laughs. It’s a laugh of relief, a
laugh of joy and a laugh of disbelief.

“Yes, Jimin. A hundred times yes,” Jungkook has stopped crying and he’s smiling again. He’s a
mess. A happy and beautiful mess.

_“Thank you Kook,”_ Jimin says. Jungkook can tell he’s smiling too. _“I’m so sorry I made you
sad. I never meant to hurt you. I never thought it would get to this.”_

“Who would have thought, huh?” Jungkook chuckles. He’s pacing, he probably looks like a
madman. He’s too excited to stay in place. “The frat boy and the milf. It sounds like a recipe for
disaster.”

_“It does,”_ Jimin laughs.

“I’m not a frat boy anymore. You’re still a milf though.”

_“What do you mean? What happened?”_ Jimin sounds concerned. It makes Jungkook smile.
His alpha is pleased.

“I got kicked out. Or, I left. I’m not really sure, but I’m out.”

_“Why did you leave?”_

“It just wasn’t for me anymore,” Jungkook shrugs. “It doesn’t matter though. We can talk about
that another time. Just,” he licks his lips, thinking over his words carefully, “thank you for trying. I
promise I won’t let you down, Jimin. I’ll try as hard as you do. We can take it slow okay. One
step at a time, at your own pace.”

Jimin stays silent for so long Jungkook has to check his phone to make sure he didn’t hang up.
Anxiety fills his chest the more Jimin stays silent.

“Jimin?”

_“You’re amazing, Jungkook,”_ Jimin sounds emotional. Jungkook wants to hold him in his
arms. _“I really don’t deserve you.”_

“Hey,” Jungkook breathes out, frowning even though Jimin can’t see him. “First step to recovery
is no more self-deprecating. I don’t want you to think you’re worth less than me because that’s
not true and I’m not worth more than you either. You’re amazing too and you deserve to be
treated nicely. You deserve to be appreciated Jimin. Everyone does.”

_“You’re nothing like I ever expected you to be. You’re just so,”_ Jimin pauses and Jungkook
waits patiently. _“You’re so beautiful. You’re a beautiful person.”_

“Thank you,” Jungkook breathes out. No one’s ever told him he’s beautiful the way Jimin does.
He’s not sure he believes it but Jimin seems to think he is. “So are you.”

_“Thank you.”_

Jungkook’s storm of emotions has settled a little. Joy, fondness, happiness. Those are similar
emotions. It’s easier for Jungkook to think now.

“Can we see each other?” he asks. “I need to see you.”

_“I really need to see you too. I,”_ Jimin sighs, _“I’m not free until saturday.”_

“It’s fine,” Jungkook blurts out. “As long as I get to see you.” It makes Jimin laugh. “I’ll take you
on a date. An actual date.”

_“I’d love that.”_

“Saturday then?”

_“Saturday.”_

The door of the back alley opens to reveal an annoyed Jieun. Jungkook curses under his breath
and waves at her to tell her he’s coming. She rolls her eyes but Jungkook knows she’s not
actually mad. She’s grown very fond of him already.

“I have to go,” Jungkook tries not to sound as disappointed as he feels.

_“Okay. Thank you Jungkook. I can’t wait to see you.”_

“I can’t wait to see you too. I’m going crazy without you.”

Jimin laughs, _“Yeah, I get that.”_

“See you soon, Jiminie.”

_“See you soon, Jungkookie.”_

They hang up at the same time. Jungkook hates having to say goodbye to Jimin again but this
time it’s only for a few days.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with cold air again.

It’s not a breathing exercise this time because for once he’s able to breathe without feeling like
he’s about to drown.

It’s like taking a deep breath after being underwater for too long.

Jungkook feels light even though his world just got spun off its axis all over again.

…………&…………

Saturday doesn’t come quick enough.

Jimin has been buzzing with excitement the entire week. He still can’t believe he’s going to see
Jungkook after so long. He can’t believe he’s being brave enough to give him a chance.
When Saturday comes, Jimin is overjoyed.

When the doorbell rings, Jimin is nervous.

It’s a good kind of nervous though, something akin to excitement. He hasn’t seen Jungkook in a
month and he doesn’t know how he’ll react. It’s the first time they see each other since they
admitted their feelings to each other.

When Jimin opens the door, his breath gets caught in his throat. Jungkook looks beautiful. He’s
wearing black skinny jeans, a black shirt tucked in his pants and a black leather jacket.
Jungkook chuckles when Jimin gapes at him for a little too long.

“Hi baby,” Jungkook says, smiling at Jimin.

“Hi! Sorry, come in,” Jimin smiles back and steps aside to let him in. “You look really handsome,”
he says before closing the door.

Jungkook turns around and smirks at him, “Thanks. I actually put in effort this time.”

“I can see that.”

They smile at each other but they don’t say anything else. Jimin’s heart is racing and his omega
is begging him to just throw himself at the alpha. Jungkook smells amazing, his scent makes
Jimin shiver. It’s so rich and comforting, it feels like coming home. Jungkook’s gaze is intense
and Jimin can tell he’s holding himself back too.

The attraction has always been there so it’s no surprise that there’s sexual tension in the air but
it’s more than that. Now everything’s out in the open, it’s not just about sex anymore. Jimin
wants to spend time with Jungkook, get to know him better, as much as he wants to scent him,
mark him and bite him. He’s always been weary, keeping Jungkook at arm's length and now that
he can let go, he doesn’t know what to do.

When the silence becomes too much Jimin clears his throat. “So, where are you taking me?” he
asks, taking a step forward to go into the living room but Jungkook doesn’t move. His scent is
even more prominent up close.

“It’s a surprise,” Jungkook says, stepping closer to Jimin. His voice is low and his eyes are so
dark it makes heat prickle on Jimin’s skin.

Jimin steps back when Jungkook’s scent and presence becomes too much for him to think
straight. It makes Jungkook smirk as he takes another step towards Jimin. Everytime Jungkook
takes a step forward, Jimin takes one backward until his back hits the door. He gasps when he
realizes he has nowhere to go. Jungkook looks at him like a predator looks at prey.
Jimin’s breath hitches when Jungkook stops a few inches away from him. Their noses and
chests are almost touching. Their eyes never leave each other and Jimin can see how hungry
Jungkook is. He can smell it too. His scent is strong and there’s so many emotions permeating
it, Jimin can’t tell them apart. He can definitely smell arousal though and he’s pretty sure his
scent is no better.

Jungkook cages Jimin in against the door, resting his hands on each side of his shoulders. Heat
pools at the pit of Jimin’s stomach because Jungkook looks so big like this. He looks big but not
menacing, there’s a hint of softness and awe in his eyes that’s always there when he looks at
Jimin.

“I missed you,” Jungkook whispers and his hot breath hits Jimin’s lips, making him shiver.

“Missed you too,” Jimin lisps and his voice is so breathy it’s almost inaudible.

Jungkook moves imperceptibly closer but waits for Jimin’s reaction before doing anything else.
Jimin doesn’t stop him.

Jimin thinks Jungkook’s going to kiss him, eyes fluttering in anticipation but instead he tilts his
head to the side and nuzzles his cheek. His lips brush against Jimin’s jaw and Jimin leans into
the touch, wanting to feel Jungkook’s lips on his skin.

“You smell so good, baby,” Jungkook mumbles against Jimin’s ear before leaving a trail of
kisses on his jaw and cheek.

Jimin closes his eyes and leans his head against the door to let Jungkook do whatever he
wants. Jungkook purrs approvingly when Jimin’s body goes lax under his touch.

Jimin wants to touch Jungkook, wants to fist his shirt and pull him even closer. He knows that if
he does, the both of them won’t be able to stop until they’ve made a mess of themselves and
Jimin’s bedsheets. He wouldn’t be opposed to it but Jungkook’s planned a whole date for them
and he doesn’t want it to go to waste just because he can’t keep it in his pants.

They could just scent each other a little and then go out. Really, they could. They’re totally
capable of keeping their hands to themselves for a few hours. Probably. Maybe.

“We should go,” Jimin tries to say but his voice breaks on the words. It’s hard to sound
convincing when every fiber in his body wants Jungkook to pin him to this door and fuck him.

“We should,” Jungkook says but he doesn’t move away. If anything he steps even closer and
nuzzles his cheek harder which makes Jimin giggle.
Jungkook makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a mix of a growl and a whine.
Jungkook rests his forehead against Jimin’s, his pupils are dilated and he looks like he’s high on
Jimin’s scent.

“Jungkook,” Jimin says, hands hovering over Jungkook’s hips.

“Let me kiss you,” Jungkook’s voice is scratchy and his body radiates so much heat, Jimin
almost feels like he can’t breathe. “Please,” Jungkook breathes out, “just one kiss.”

Jimin wants to tease. He wants to refuse Jungkook and make him wait until he can’t take it
anymore, but the desperate edge to Jungkook’s voice breaks his resolve.

Jimin launches himself at Jungkook, meeting him in a burning kiss. Their teeth clack at the
impact but it doesn’t deter them. Jungkook growls deep in his throat and his hands grip Jimin’s
hips hard. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck and tries to keep up with the fast pace
of the kiss.

Jungkook forces Jimin’s mouth open with his tongue before biting on his bottom lip, almost hard
enough to draw blood. The kiss lacks any finesse, it’s just hungry and almost animalistic in the
way it’s driven purely by dark instincts. They want to touch, bruise and claim.

Jimin pushes Jungkook’s jacket off of his shoulders without breaking the kiss. He knows they’re
not going anywhere tonight. Jungkook barely has time to throw his jacket on the floor before
Jimin starts untucking his shirt from his pants. Jungkook breaks the kiss when Jimin’s hands
slide under his shirt, running over his heated skin.

“What are you doing, baby?” Jungkook asks, a smug smile on his face.

Jimin is panting against Jungkook’s bitten red lips, nails digging in the skin of his back to bring
him closer. Jimin hates that Jungkook thinks he can tease him in a moment like this. Jimin
doesn’t have the patience for that right now, all he wants is to get Jungkook naked and to feel
him inside him.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Jungkook,” Jimin says as he rocks his hips against Jungkook’s. He
can feel how hard Jungkook is already.

“What about our date?” Jungkook smirks and Jimin hates it.

“Jungkook. If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m not letting you touch me for a whole other month,
okay? Just… keep quiet and look pretty while I take your clothes off, yeah?” Jimin gives him a
fake smile before pulling Jungkook’s shirt up his chest but Jungkook doesn’t lift his arms to help
him.
“Did you miss my cock so bad that you can’t even wait for me to take you on a date before
begging for it?” Jungkook taunts in a low voice, eyes getting even darker.

“I didn’t beg,” Jimin talks back even though he knows it won’t sit well with Jungkook’s alpha.

“Not yet,” Jungkook smiles darkly as he wraps a hand around Jimin’s throat. The back of Jimin’s
head hits the door and he gasps when he feels slick pool at his hole. Jungkook isn’t applying
any pressure around his throat but the gesture is dominant enough to make Jimin whine.

“Don’t,” Jimin whispers. Jungkook’s expression softens as he starts unwrapping his hand from
around Jimin’s throat. Jimin holds his wrist to keep his hand in place and Jungkook looks
confused. “Not this,” Jimin says, “just, don’t tease me. I missed you so much, I just want to feel
you.”

Jungkook looks at him for a long time, trying to figure out if Jimin’s being sincere or if he’s just
playing their usual game of push and pull. He seems to find his answer in Jimin’s eyes.

Jungkook’s hand moves to cup Jimin’s jaw, rubbing his cheek with his thumb. Jimin smiles
before kissing him again. There’s still a hint of desperation in the kiss even though it’s gentler.
Their lips slide against each other and their hands are everywhere.

Jungkook chases after Jimin’s lips when he breaks the kiss. Jimin gives him a quick peck before
pushing him away to put some distance between their bodies. Jungkook frowns and tries to pull
Jimin towards him by the hips, catching his lips in another kiss.

“Jungkook,” Jimin giggles in between kisses, “bedroom.”

“Let’s just do it here,” Jungkook breathes out, groping Jimin’s ass.

“I want to ride you.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Jungkook says suddenly.

Jimin laughs because he’s so easy to convince. Jungkook lifts Jimin up off of the floor and Jimin
wraps his legs around his waist. Jungkook beams at Jimin before peppering kisses all over his
cheek and jaw. Jungkook starts to walk into the apartment but stops when he doesn’t know
where to go.

“Down the hall,” Jimin says before burying his nose in Jungkook’s neck.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to find his way around and when they enter Jimin’s bedroom,
Jungkook’s scent spikes up. It smells incredible and Jimin’s never felt more aroused and safe in
his entire life. Jimin licks the area above Jungkook’s scent gland, tasting his soft skin. Jungkook
growls low in his throat before falling onto the bed.

Jimin’s head hits the pillows and he unwraps his legs from Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook
rearranges himself over Jimin before kissing him. Jimin moans into the kiss and buries his
hands in Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook kisses him hungrily, he sucks on Jimin’s lips and slides his
hands under Jimin’s shirt, making him shiver.

“Your scent is everywhere,” Jungkook says when he breaks the kiss. He almost looks agitated.
“It smells so fucking good. You smell so fucking good.”

Jungkook’s looking at Jimin’s neck with hungry eyes. Jimin can tell he’s fighting against his
alpha instincts. Jungkook wants to bury his face in Jimin’s neck and leave his scent all over him.

“Do it,” Jimin says, heart racing in his chest.

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes leave Jimin’s neck and confusion is written all over his face.

“Do it.”

“Do what, baby?”

The words get stuck in Jimin’s throat but not because he doesn’t mean them. He hasn’t allowed
anyone to scent him other than Haewon for the past 8 years. Part of that is because he didn’t
want to confuse Haewon but it’s not the only reason. The last alpha that scented him was
Jungwoo and Jimin was always left feeling vulnerable and needy when that happened. Jungwoo
had a tendency of disappearing when Jimin needed him the most.

If Jungkook scents him, Jimin will need him. He will need to feel him close and to hold him. He
will need him in such a visceral way it scares him. Jimin doesn’t like to be lead by his needs, it
makes him feel like he’s not in control.

He wants Jungkook though and he knows that he can’t truly have him if he doesn’t let him in.

“Scent me,” Jimin can’t help the shakiness in his voice.

“Jimin,” Jungkook sounds hesitant as he scrutinizes Jimin’s face, “I don’t have to scent you.”

Jimin has to stop a pathetic whine from escaping his mouth. His omega wants to flee, rejection
cutting deeper than he expected. Jungkook’s eyes widen when Jimin’s scent sours.

“Jimin-”

“It’s fine,” Jimin cuts him off.

“I want to scent you,” Jungkook’s voice is firm, “but I want you to want it too.”

Jimin frowns, “I do want it.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow inquisitively.

“I wouldn’t ask you to do it if I wasn’t sure,” Jimin licks his lips, “I’m just nervous.”

“Why?” Jungkook’s expression softens. He cups Jimin’s face with a hand and rubs a thumb over
his cheek. Jimin’s eyes flutter at the soft touch.

“I get needy when I get scented which,” Jimin says, “can be annoying. I don’t want to be
annoying.”

“You’re telling me this.” Jungkook points a finger at his own face. “I’m pretty sure I’m the
neediest alpha ever. I don’t mind needy, I like needy.”

Jungkook smiles at him and rubs their noses together which makes Jimin chuckle. Jungkook
always manages to make Jimin feel better with simple touches. He always says the right words
and Jimin hopes he can do the same to Jungkook in the future.

“Okay,” Jimin says, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s face.

“I know it’s easier said than done but, don’t overthink this.” Jungkook kisses Jimin’s forehead,
“Stop trying to control your feelings. It’s the one thing you can’t control. Feelings make you
vulnerable but they don’t make you weak.”

Jimin is always overwhelmed when Jungkook says things like this. It feels like Jungkook is
inside his brain and Jimin doesn’t understand how someone like him can be so perceptive.
Jimin’s pretty sure college students aren’t supposed to be this wise. Or maybe, he’s too
judgmental. It’s not like adults his age have everything figured out. It feels like he’s more lost
now that he’s 27 than he was when he was 21.

Still, Jimin would have never thought he’d ever seek comfort from someone like Jungkook. Guys
like Jungkook are supposed to lack empathy and make stupid decisions.

He might not lack empathy but choosing to be with a 28-year-old with a kid and commitment
issues is definitely a stupid decision.

“You’re amazing,” Jimin doesn’t pretend to hide how in awe he is when he says it. Jungkook’s in
his brain anyway, he would know.
“You’re amazing too,” Jungkook smiles and kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose, “you just don’t want to
believe it.”

Jimin pulls Jungkook into a kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips slide together softly
and both of their scents sweeten. Jimin melts against the mattress, every muscle in his body
relaxing. One of Jungkook’s hands settle on Jimin’s waist and the other is buried in his hair. The
weight of Jungkook’s body against his own is grounding. Jungkook is warm and makes Jimin
feel safe like a fuzzy blanket.

Jimin’s still horny and still wants to feel Jungkook but he doesn’t feel desperate anymore.
Jungkook isn’t going anywhere, he wants to be here with Jimin. He’s not going to leave, at least
not tonight. One step at a time, Jimin can do this. He can let himself have this.

Jimin breaks the kiss albeit reluctantly, “I want you to scent me, Jungkook. Please.”

Jungkook searches Jimin’s eyes for any hint of doubt but Jimin knows he won’t find any.

“Okay,” Jungkook nods before kissing Jimin again.

It’s just a brush of their lips and a playful bite on Jimin’s bottom lip before he trails kisses down
Jimin’s cheek and jaw. They’re featherlike and make Jimin shiver. Jimin tilts his head to the side
to present his neck and his omega preens when Jungkook purrs in satisfaction.

Jimin’s breath hitches when he feels Jungkook’s lips against his neck, just below his ear.
Jungkook takes his time leaving kisses all over the soft skin until he reaches Jimin’s scent gland
at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Jungkook’s lips hover over that spot for a while,
hot breaths coming out of his parted lips and hitting Jimin’s heated skin.

Jimin’s body thrums with anticipation. His scent becomes more potent as if to lure Jungkook in,
his omega sending signals to Jungkook’s alpha without his permission. The room is silent
except for the sound of their heavy breathing.

Jungkook inhales deeply and his body goes taut, a deep growl rumbling in his chest. Jimin
whines and exposes more of his neck, submitting himself to the alpha. Jimin can feel slick pool
at his hole and he tries to squeeze his legs shut but Jungkook’s lying in between them.

Jungkook mouths at Jimin’s scent gland, parted lips brushing against his skin. Heat settles in
the pit of Jimin’s stomach when he feels Jungkook’s tongue lapping at his skin. Jungkook leaves
open mouthed kisses all over his scent gland and the purring sounds more and more like
growling.

Jimin doesn’t dare touch Jungkook or move in fear of disturbing him. Jimin can
tell that Jungkook's alpha has taken over. It’s in the way his body is pinning Jimin to the bed and
in the way he fists the sheets on each side of his head.

Jimin has to bite back a moan when Jungkook’s scent becomes stronger, mixing with Jimin’s for
a few seconds before erasing it completely. Jungkook rubs his nose against Jimin’s scent gland
over and over again, occasionally nipping at the skin.

Jungkook kisses down Jimin’s neck, pushing the collar of his shirt to the side to expose his
shoulder. His kisses are heated and involve a lot of tongue and teeth. Jimin’s back arches off
the bed when Jungkook sucks a hickey just under his collarbone, hands flying off to grip
Jungkook’s shirt.

The smell of Jimin’s arousal is getting harder to ignore, the stream of slick soaking his
underwear. Jungkook’s mumbling incoherent words against Jimin’s shoulder, getting impatient
when Jimin’s shirt stops him from sucking more marks into his skin.

Jungkook unbuttons Jimin’s shirt, kissing down his body all the way to his navel. He runs his
hands all over Jimin’s chest, thumbs teasing at his nipples and making Jimin moan. Jimin tries
his best to get rid of his shirt while Jungkook kisses every inch of skin he can find before lying
back down on the bed.

“Jungkook, come on,” Jimin breathes out. He’s too impatient for foreplay, he needs Jungkook
inside of him right now.

Jungkook growls against Jimin’s stomach, clearly unhappy with his impatience. Jimin buries his
fingers in Jungkook’s hair and pulls on it to make him look up. He gasps when Jungkook takes
hold of his wrists and pins them to the bed on each side of his head. Jungkook’s eyes are dark
with lust and Jimin can’t stop the whine that comes out of his mouth.

“You really need to learn your place, omega,” Jungkook’s gravelly voice sends a shiver down
Jimin’s spine.

Omega. Jungkook’s never called Jimin that before. Jimin’s not even sure Jungkook realizes he
says the word. He’s purely driven by his alpha instincts and wants his omega to submit to him. A
wave of arousal hits Jimin and warmth spreads all over his body. His breathing is erratic and all
he wants is for Jungkook to take him.

Jimin isn’t scared of Jungkook because his show of dominance isn’t aggressive. He’s desperate,
touch-starved and it’s his alpha’s way of asking Jimin to let him kiss, touch and feel him. He
needs Jimin as much as Jimin needs him.

Jimin wants to please the alpha so he decides to let him have his way with him. Jimin will act
like a perfect little omega just for him.
Jimin whines and exposes his neck to beg for forgiveness. Jungkook’s expression softens at the
display and nuzzles Jimin’s scent gland, purring deep in his chest to reassure the omega. Jimin
smiles when Jungkook scents him again, rubbing his nose all over Jimin’s neck. Jimin smells so
strongly of Jungkook you would think they were mated. Jimin’s heart skips a beat at the thought.

“I want you, alpha,” Jimin says in a saccharine voice.

Jungkook growls at being addressed by his status and grinds his hips against Jimin’s. They both
moan when their neglected cock finally get some friction.

“Please,” Jimin whispers, “fuck me. I need you, alpha.”

Jungkook catches Jimin’s lips in a heated kiss, tongues meeting immediately. Jungkook’s still
holding Jimin down and it only makes Jimin more turned on. Jungkook’s hands feel huge and
strong around Jimin’s small wrists. Jimin can barely keep up with the kiss as Jungkook licks and
bites at his mouth.

Jimin’s never felt more wanted in his life than he does right now. Jungkook wants Jimin so much
he has no control over himself and if Jimin refused him right now he’d probably be devastated.
He’d be left horny and desperate for Jimin, and there’s a cruel part of him that wants to leave
Jungkook hanging, needy and begging Jimin to let him have him. There’s something so
arousing about having an alpha at his complete mercy. It makes Jimin feel powerful.

Jungkook breaks the kiss and sits up in between Jimin’s legs to unbuckle his belt and open his
pants. Jimin barely has time to catch his breath before Jungkook takes the last pieces of his
clothing off, leaving him completely naked under his gaze.

Jungkook slides his hands down Jimin’s thighs before kissing them. Jimin grips the pillow under
his head and closes his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Jungkook’s warm lips on his sensitive
thighs. Jungkook licks the slick off of Jimin’s skin, releasing pleased sounds at the taste.

Jungkook keeps kissing down Jimin’s thigh until he finds a tender spot to suck a hickey on.
Jimin doesn’t know how many marks Jungkook has left on his body so far but he loves the idea
of Jungkook claiming him. Anyone who sees these marks will know Jimin’s being well taken
care of by his alpha.

Jungkook’s kisses get closer and closer to Jimin’s hole, but they stop before they can reach it. A
displeased whine comes out of Jimin’s mouth and he frowns when he sees the smug expression
on Jungkook’s face. Jungkook leaves one last kiss on Jimin’s stomach before sitting up.

“What?” Jungkook asks when Jimin starts pouting.

“You’re mean,” Jimin mumbles.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow in fake innocence.

“I do,” Jimin whines and he has to stop himself from flailing his legs around like a child throwing
a tantrum.

“Then,” Jungkook says as he pushes a finger inside Jimin, “why are you complaining?”

Jimin gasps and throws his head against the pillow. Jimin hasn’t touched himself or been
touched in a month and the stretch burns a little but he missed this. Jungkook’s fingers are a
godsend, they’re so long they always reach deep inside of him. Jungkook knows exactly what
he’s doing with them too which only makes the experience the more worthwhile. Jimin’s never
really cared for fingering before Jungkook, but now he’s pretty sure he could come just from his
fingers.

“Hmm, tight,” Jungkook says appreciatively.

“I haven’t touched myself,” Jimin’s voice breaks on the last word when Jungkook starts fucking
his finger in and out of him.

“Oh yeah? Not once?” Jungkook smirks at Jimin when he shakes his head. “I touched myself a
lot, thinking of you this week.”

“More, alpha,” Jimin asks when one finger isn’t enough anymore.

Jungkook pushes a second finger in slowly and the stretch is a little more difficult this time.
Jungkook caresses Jimin’s thigh in reassurance and it actually helps Jimin to relax. Jimin tries to
focus on talking to Jungkook.

“You missed me, didn’t you alpha?” Jimin’s breath hitches when Jungkook’s fingers are all the
way in. “Did you think about fucking me when you touched yourself? Did you think of my mouth?
Or about how wet I get just for you?”

Jungkook’s loud growl surprises Jimin, making him shiver. As if on cue, more slick drips down
Jimin’s hole and onto Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook’s nostrils flare and his eyes are trained on his
fingers inside of Jimin.

Jungkook starts to move his fingers, fucking them in and out. His pace is faster than he would
usually go for if he weren’t so turned on but Jimin can take it. Jimin can tell he’s desperate to
just prep Jimin so he can replace his fingers with his cock.

Jimin’s grip on the pillow tightens and a moan escapes his lips when Jungkook crooks his
fingers just right, hitting Jimin’s prostate. He massages the sweet spot for a few seconds just to
indulge Jimin before going back to fucking him. Jungkook’s impatience is obvious and it makes
Jimin chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Jungkook asks and there’s a hint of annoyance in his tone that makes Jimin
smile.

“You want me so bad,” Jimin says, smirking. He spreads his legs wider and stretches his arms
above his head to put himself on display.

Jungkook’s heated gaze trails down Jimin’s body, looking like he’s about to devour him. Jimin’s
bubbling with excitement, ready for Jungkook to ravish him.

“Stop it,” Jungkook says before pushing a third finger inside Jimin.

“Stop what?”

“You’re trying to rile me up.”

Jimin can barely keep up with the conversation now that Jungkook’s fucking him hard and fast
with three fingers. He’s trying to control his breathing but he can’t when moans and whines
escape his parted lips. Jimin’s so wet he can feel it soaking the sheets. The squelching noise of
Jungkook’s fingers inside of him is obscene.

“M-maybe I am,” Jimin stutters, trying desperately to hold Jungkook’s gaze.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of, Jimin,” Jungkook looks so serious when he says it as if
Jimin should be scared.

“I don’t think you know what you’re capable of either.”

It’s like a switch flips inside of Jungkook as soon as the words leave Jimin’s mouth. Jungkook
pulls his fingers out of Jimin and grabs his hips to flip him onto his stomach. Jimin doesn’t have
time to think about what’s happening before Jungkook pulls his hips up and pushes his face
down onto the mattress. Jimin does his best to adjust to the new position, spreading his legs
and arching his back to present himself.

He hears the telltale sound of a belt being unbuckled and a zipper being opened. Jimin gasps
when he feels the tip of Jungkook’s cock against his hole a few seconds later. Jungkook doesn’t
ask Jimin if he’s ready before pushing his cock inside of him.

Jimin’s hands grip the sheets tightly as he tries to adjust to the stretch. Jungkook’s done an
incredible job at prepping him because it doesn’t burn as much as he thought it would. It’s a bit
uncomfortable at first, what with Jungkook’s size, but Jimin takes his cock like a champ. Pride
swells in his chest at being so good for his alpha.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to bury himself to the hilt. A rush of arousal hits Jimin when he
feels the fabric of Jungkook’s jeans against the back of his thighs. Jungkook is going to take
Jimin face down, ass up, fully clothed while Jimin’s fully naked. The dirty visual makes Jimin’s
cock twitch and his hole clench.

Jungkook grips Jimin’s hips so tightly it almost hurts before thrusting out of him to the tip. He
slams his cock back into Jimin, hips slapping loudly against his ass. Jimin cries out as pleasure
runs up his spine. Jungkook keeps repeating the motion, fucking him deep and slow.

Jimin’s missed Jungkook’s cock as much as he’s missed Jungkook. He knows exactly how to
fuck Jimin and Jimin is always left completely sated after they have sex which hadn’t happened
in years. Jimin’s not even sure he’s ever felt this satisfied when he was with Jungwoo. It’s a
distant memory but Jungwoo has never made Jimin feel this good.

Slick drips down Jimin’s thighs and it should feel gross but it only turns him on more. Jimin lifts
himself up on his forearms to fuck himself back on Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook groans and
pushes Jimin on his cock every time he thrusts in.

Jungkook fucks Jimin harder and faster and Jimin meets every single thrusts. The room is filled
with grunts, moans and the squelch of Jimin’s wet hole. Jimin rests one hand against the
headboard to put more power in his thrusts, fucking himself harder on Jungkook’s cock.

“Look at you,” Jungkook chuckles darkly, “you love cock so much.”

Jimin must be a sight, back arched and legs spread wide. Sweat is dripping down his face and
he’s pretty sure there’s saliva all over his chin. Jimin doesn’t really care about how he looks, all
he can think about right now is Jungkook’s cock inside of him.

“Yours,” Jimin moans out, “your cock.”

Jungkook bends down over Jimin to talk in his ear, “Yeah?”

“Oh no,” Jimin whines when Jungkook’s thrusts slow down, “don’t stop.”

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook chuckles, “filthy omega of mine.”

“Yes,” Jimin doesn’t even know what he’s answering to. His mind is more focused on fucking
himself on Jungkook’s cock but it’s hard when Jungkook’s body is draped over him.

“Yes?” Jungkook asks as one of his hands snake in between Jimin’s legs to wrap around his
cock. “Mine?”
“Yours,” Jimin’s voice breaks when Jungkook runs a thumb over his cockhead.

“Mine,” Jungkook growls before digging his teeth in Jimin’s neck. It’s not deep enough to create
a bond but it’s enough to leave a mark.

Jimin’s hand slides down the headboard to fist the pillows and his mind goes blank when his
orgasm hits him. Jungkook strokes his cock and fucks him through his orgasm. Jimin’s thighs
are trembling and he buries a scream inside the pillow. It’s too much all at once; Jungkook’s
teeth on his neck, his cock inside of him and his thumb on his cockhead.

Jungkook lets go of Jimin’s cock and licks over the bite mark before sitting up. Jimin yelps when
Jungkook starts fucking into him hard and fast. Jimin doesn’t have time to catch a break. He tilts
his head to the side to breath but it gets caught in his throat every time Jungkook’s cock rams
into him. Jimin’s letting out little hiccups and whines as he tries hard not to cry.

His hole is way too sensitive but Jimin’s silently praying for Jungkook to keep fucking him. He
doesn’t want him to stop. Jungkook’s breaking him apart and Jimin loves every second of it.

“Good omega,” Jungkook praises. “You take your alpha’s cock so well.”

Jimin is too incoherent to form words but he still manages to nod. Jimin’s too tired to fuck
himself back on Jungkook’s cock. All he can do is stay still and take it like a good omega. The
idea turns him on, he wants to be good for Jungkook. He wants to be good for his alpha.

Jungkook buries his fingers in Jimin’s hair to pull him up onto his hands and knees. Jungkook
wraps his other arm under Jimin’s chest and pulls him up onto his knees. Jimin leans back
against Jungkook’s chest, which is still covered by his shirt.

The new angle is heavenly. Jungkook’s cock hits Jimin’s prostate at every thrust. Jimin doesn’t
know how loud he is, he doesn’t even know what type of sounds he’s making. All he knows is
Jungkook.

“So fucking good,” Jungkook grunts out against Jimin’s ear. “All mine.”

Jimin tries to find something to hold onto, hands flying off to Jungkook’s arm around his middle,
his hips and then his thighs. It’s not like he needs to hold himself up, Jungkook’s doing all the
hard work. Jimin’s like a ragdoll in Jungkook’s arms, just there to be pretty and take cock.

Jungkook wraps a hand around Jimin’s throat but doesn’t put any pressure on it. He grips
Jimin’s inner thigh with his other hand to push Jimin down on his cock. Jimin rests his head
against Jungkook’s shoulder to expose his neck. Jungkook purrs in satisfaction as he buries his
nose against Jimin’s scent gland.
“Say it,” Jungkook mumbles against Jimin’s skin.

Jimin’s getting fucked completely silly, he doesn’t understand what Jungkook means.

“Say you’re mine,” Jungkook’s tone is dark and possessive.

“Yours,” Jimin manages to breathe out in between moans.

Jungkook pistons his cock inside of Jimin and digs his nails in his thigh, “Again.”

“Yours,” Jimin wraps his hands around Jungkook’s wrists.

“Again,” Jungkook growls, “say it again.”

“Yours,” Jimin whines, “I’m all yours.”

Jungkook cups the side of Jimin’s face to pull him into a kiss. Jimin buries his fingers in
Jungkook’s hair to bring him closer. There’s no rhythm to the kiss, it’s messy and wet but they
need to feel each other. Jungkook’s thrusts are becoming erratic as he gets closer to his climax.
Jungkook breaks the kiss to look deep in Jimin’s eyes.

“I missed you,” Jungkook breathes out against Jimin’s lips. “I missed you so fucking much.”

The desperation in his voice and in his scent makes Jimin feel dizzy. Everything is so intense,
Jungkook is so close, he’s everywhere and yet Jimin feels like he’s not close enough. He wants
Jungkook so bad it hurts.

“My alpha,” Jungkook’s eyes soften when Jimin says it, “mine.”

Jungkook nods before kissing Jimin deeply, tongue darting out to explore his mouth. He bites
Jimin’s bottom lip before pulling away again.

“Yours,” Jungkook says as he rubs Jimin’s cheek with his thumb.

They smile at each other before meeting in another kiss. Jimin’s cock is hard again, Jungkook’s
pants are drenched in slick and his shirt is sticking to his back with sweat. The rhythm of
Jungkook’s hips alternate between going slow and fast as he desperately chases after his
orgasm. Jimin thinks Jungkook’s almost there when he suddenly stops moving.

“Fuck,” Jungkook sounds panicked, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“What? What is it?” Jimin tries to look at Jungkook but Jungkook hides his face into Jimin’s
neck. “What’s wrong, Jungkook?”

“My knot, baby I…”

Jimin didn’t realize Jungkook was starting to form a knot because everything feels so good. He
can smell fear in Jungkook’s scent and he hates it. He wants to make it disappear. Jimin pushes
himself down on Jungkook’s cock and now he can feel it, the swell on Jungkook’s base.
Jungkook grips his hips to stop him.

“Baby, don’t,” he sounds wrecked and Jimin can feel in the way he’s trembling that he’s fighting
against his alpha instincts. He’s trying to respect Jimin’s rules even if they broke two already. “I
can’t.”

“Give it to me,” Jimin says without a hint of hesitation.

“What?” Jungkook’s voice breaks on the word, lifting his head up to look at him.

“I want it,” Jimin tries to move against Jungkook’s hold, “I want your knot.”

“Jimin.”

“I’m serious, please. Knot me.”

Jungkook looks at him for a few seconds. It’s way too long for Jimin’s omega who’s gagging for
his alpha’s knot. Jimin rolls his hips on Jungkook’s cock and Jungkook takes the hint. He leaves
one long peck on Jimin’s lips before fucking into him fast.

Jungkook fucks into him in short strokes, holding onto his hips for dear life. Jimin drops his head
on Jungkook’s shoulder and closes his eyes before wrapping a hand around his aching cock.
Jungkook’s breathing heavily against Jimin’s scent gland, sending a shiver down his spine.

Jimin matches his strokes to the rhythm of Jungkook’s hips, chasing after his own orgasm. Jimin
gasps when he feels Jungkook’s knot growing. It catches at his rim every time Jungkook fucks
in and out of him. Whines escape from Jungkook’s throat who seems overwhelmed by the
feeling of Jimin’s tight walls around his knot.

Jimin forgot how intense getting knotted felt. He hasn’t taken one since Jungwoo and he’s
surprised at how easily he’s taking Jungkook’s. Jungkook’s losing himself to the sensations,
wrapping his arms around Jimin’s middle to hug him tight and mumbling a litany of mine, mine,
mine against Jimin’s neck.

It takes only a few more thrusts before Jungkook’s knot nudges itself inside Jimin. Jungkook’s
knot is buried right against Jimin’s prostate, sending waves after waves of pleasure down his
spine. Jimin strokes himself harder and Jungkook grinds his cock inside of Jimin, his hips
completely stuck to Jimin’s ass.

Jimin clenches around Jungkook’s knot and the both of them cry out as they come. Jungkook
puts his entire weight on Jimin until they fall onto the bed. Jimin barely has time to catch himself
and Jungkook doesn’t put much effort into holding himself up.

Jungkook grinds his hips against Jimin as he fills him with waves after waves of warm cum.
Jungkook purrs happily into Jimin’s neck as Jimin tries to recover from his own short-lived
orgasm. Jimin’s omega is over the moon, preening at finally being knotted after such a long
time.

Jimin whines when Jungkook won’t stop moving, elbowing him in the ribs. Jungkook groans but
doesn’t stop.

“Jungkook,” Jimin says, voice muffled by the mattress, “you’re heavy and I’m sensitive.”

Jungkook only purrs louder and Jimin rolls his eyes at the alpha. He hasn’t come down from his
orgasm yet and it feels like he won’t until his knot grows down. Jimin does his best to roll them
on their side. It takes a little while for Jungkook’s brain to catch onto what Jimin is doing but
eventually he decides to roll over.

Jimin exhales loudly when Jungkook’s weight is finally off of him. Jungkook wraps an arm
around Jimin’s waist and attaches himself to his back as he nuzzles his scent gland. Jimin
smiles because this feels nice. Being in Jungkook’s arms as they come down from their
orgasms. Jimin feels warm and sated, and he finds comfort in how full he feels with Jungkook’s
knot buried deep inside of him. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Jimin intertwines their fingers on his stomach and settles comfortably against Jungkook. He’s
wet and sticky from slick and sweat but he hasn’t felt this good in a very long time.

Jungkook whispers something against Jimin’s skin but Jimin can’t hear him.

“What?”

Jungkook groans grumpily which makes Jimin giggle. Jungkook gets moody after sex
apparently, Jimin will have to remember that.

Jungkook tilts his head back, “We didn’t use a condom.”

Jimin didn’t even realize it and he doesn’t have it in him to panic. Which isn’t good because
they’re adults, they should be more responsible. They were too caught up in the moment to
even think about it. Jimin’s omega is thrilled about the fact they didn’t protect themselves but
Jimin wishes they did.

“Yeah,” Jimin doesn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook mumbles.

“It’s fine. I mean,” Jimin thinks, “it’s not fine but it’s not your fault.”

“It is,” Jungkook’s voice is quiet. He rubs Jimin’s stomach with his thumb and Jimin closes his
eyes at the relaxing touch.

“It’s both of our fault, Jungkook. There’s nothing we can do about it now. We just have to be
more careful next time.”

They stay silent for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. Jimin feels sleepy but he doesn’t
want to fall asleep with cum all over him and in him.

“How long does your knot usually last?” Jimin asks.

“Why? You don’t like it?” Jungkook says and Jimin can feel him smile against his shoulder.

“I do like it. I just feel sticky and gross. I want to shower.”

“You smell like cum and slick,” Jungkook chuckles, “and me.”

“I bet you love the way I smell right now,” Jimin smiles.

“You smell amazing,” Jungkook squeezes Jimin in his arms, eliciting a grunt. “I could fuck you
again.”

Jimin huffs, “No way. I can’t feel my ass.”

Jungkook bucks his hips forward to jostle his knot inside Jimin, making him whine, “Are you
sure?”

Jimin lifts their intertwined hands up to bite Jungkook.

“Ow!” Jungkook moves their hands away from Jimin’s mouth. “Are you into vore?”

“Oh, shut up!” Jimin says but he can’t help but laugh.

Jungkook hugs him tight and laughs with him. Jimin turns his head to look at Jungkook and
Jungkook catches his lips into a soft kiss. Their lips slide against each other slowly and the kiss
is chaste. Jimin’s heart is full and he feels butterflies in his stomach. It’s been a while since he’s
felt this giddy. He’s really happy that he’s letting himself have this because it feels like it’s where
he’s supposed to be. In Jungkook’s arms.

“Twenty minutes,” Jungkook says when they break the kiss.

“What?” Jimin raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“My knot usually lasts twenty minutes. It should go down soon.”

“Okay,” Jimin smiles, “then we shower.”

“Together?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

“If you want,” Jimin says, “but no funny business.”

Jungkook pouts for good measure but Jimin knows he doesn’t actually mind. Jimin pecks him
on the lips once before settling back against the pillow. He clenches around Jungkook’s knot just
to spite him and Jungkook groans.

“You’re mean,” Jungkook says.

“That’s hot,” Jimin smirks.

Jungkook chuckles, “That’s hot.”

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6. Chapter 6

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When Jungkook wakes up the first thing he sees is Jimin’s pouty lips. His puffy face is squished
against the pillow and his small hands are balled into fists. Jungkook smiles at the adorable
sight.

The room smells like sex and their mixed scents though Jimin’s scent is still more prominent.
Jungkook has never felt more relaxed than he does now. This is where he belongs, waking up
next to Jimin.

He still isn’t convinced he’s not dreaming. He never thought they’d end up here. He was ready
to give up after a month without hearing from Jimin. In the back of his mind he hoped that he
and Jimin would work things out but the longer they stayed apart the harder it was to believe it
would come true.

It’s not smooth sailing just yet, there’s a lot they need to figure out but Jungkook is happy.

He spends a long time just observing Jimin. His face was carved by angels. It’s perfect in every
way, from his gorgeous eyes to his small button nose and plump lips. Jungkook wants to pepper
kisses all over his face. He doesn’t in fear of waking him up.

Jungkook’s thoughts quickly veer to last night’s activities. The way Jimin looked underneath him,
wet and desperate just for him. Jungkook regrets being so rough with him, he really wished he
could have made it last. He wanted to worship Jimin’s body and make him feel good in many
different ways.

It’s okay though, Jungkook can do that another time. Jimin’s not going anywhere, he’s giving
Jungkook a chance.

Jungkook doesn’t realize that his scent has become heavier until Jimin’s small nose scrunches
up cutely and his eyelids flutter open. When their eyes meet Jungkook beams at Jimin and
slides an arm around his waist to bring him against his chest. Jimin mumbles something
incoherent as he throws an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders.

“Good morning, angel,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s forehead before leaving a kiss there.

“Why do you smell like that?” Jimin mumbles, running his fingers through Jungkook’s hair lazily.

“Like what?” Jungkook pulls back to look at Jimin but his eyes are closed.

“Horny,” Jimin licks his lips.

“I was thinking about last night,” Jungkook chuckles and slides a hand under Jimin’s shirt to
caress his soft back. He can feel goosebumps rise on his skin and it makes him smile. Jimin’s
body is responsive to every little touch. It pleases his alpha a lot.

“Hm.”

“Hm?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow in confusion. This could mean anything.

“It was good,” Jimin smacks his lips together and opens his eyes. He smiles when he sees
Jungkook’s expression. “Don’t look at me like that,” he laughs before kissing the tip of
Jungkook’s nose.

“It was good?” Jungkook mocks. “Seriously, that’s all you can come up with? I made you come
twice.”

“You remember?” Jimin smirks. He scratches Jungkook’s scalp and it’s very distracting.
Jungkook’s pretty sure he could fall back asleep like this.

“Of course I remember.”

“You were so into it. You went all alpha on me.”

Jungkook remembers how desperate he felt the whole time they had sex. His wolf took over
during most of it but he didn’t do anything he wouldn’t have done himself. He is his wolf after all.
His alpha instincts might not always agree with his human side but it’s very rare. He might have
been a little rougher than he’d like but Jimin usually likes it rough anyway.

“Didn’t you like it?” Jungkook genuinely wants to know.

“I did,” Jimin cups Jungkook’s face and rubs a thumb over his cheek. “I loved it.”

Jungkook’s heart races every time Jimin looks at him the way he does. It’s soft, fond and makes
Jungkook feel special. No one’s ever looked at him the way Jimin does and maybe that’s why
he’s so addicted to him.

“I didn’t hurt you?” Jungkook asks.

“No,” Jimin says before smirking, “and if you did I liked it.”

“Of course you did,” Jungkook smirks back before pulling him into a kiss.

Jimin giggles against Jungkook’s lips and it sends warmth straight to Jungkook’s heart.
Jungkook’s never really thought about love in his twenty-one years of life. Of course he knew
that one day he’d eventually find someone to teach him what love and heartbreak feels like, but
he never really looked for it.

Jungkook doesn’t think it’s love he feels for Jimin just yet, but soon, he might understand what
the fuss is all about. He cares about Jimin a lot, he thinks about him all the time and he’s the
first person he’s willing to improve for. No one has ever had such an impact on Jungkook.
Sometimes it scares him, but most of the time it’s thrilling.

They break apart and smile at each other. Jimin looks content and Jungkook’s certain he has a
matching expression on his face. Jungkook bumps their noses together. It makes Jimin smile
harder.

“I missed you so much,” Jungkook whispers. He said it last night when they were having sex but
he needs to say it again. It doesn’t completely convey how it felt like to be away from Jimin but
it’s the best he can come up with.

“I missed you too,” the hint of sadness in Jimin’s eyes breaks Jungkook’s heart.

“One month without you was hell. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I knew you were hurting
and I wanted to do something about it but I couldn’t. I felt so helpless.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out, stroking Jungkook’s cheek with reverence. “My Jungkook,”
Jungkook’s heart skips a beat, “only you would worry sick about someone who broke your
heart.”

Jimin's being sincere but it makes him chuckle. When Jimin says it like that it does sound
strange but not out of character for Jungkook.

“I understand why you rejected me Jimin. I wasn’t mad at you. I was just sad things had to be
this complicated,” Jungkook says, hand running up and down Jimin’s back. “I was mad at
Jungwoo for hurting you so much he made you lose faith in love.”

“You and me both baby,” Jimin chuckles but Jungkook can tell the mention of Jungwoo hurts
him.

“I’ll show you,” Jungkook says determinedly. Jimin’s eyebrows raise. “I’ll show you things don’t
always have to be so hard. I’m here for you and I want to make this work.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin whispers, fingers tangling in
Jungkook’s hair.

“I’ll never treat you as badly as he did. That’s a promise I know I can keep.”
Jimin buries his face in Jungkook’s neck to hide his smile. Jungkook notices the pink flush on
his cheeks. It makes him chuckle. He kisses the side of Jimin’s head and hugs him tighter.

“That’s a promise I believe you can keep too,” Jimin whispers against his neck.

Warmth spreads in his chest. Jungkook’s glad he believes him. It’s already a sign that Jimin’s
improving. Jungkook proved him times and times again that he can treat him with care and
respect. He proved himself to his omega and he can’t help but feel proud about it.

Jimin pulls back and pecks Jungkook’s cheek before resting his head on his pillow. He closes
his eyes, a small smile adorning his lips. Jungkook kisses his forehead. He looks so beautiful
under the morning light peeking through the blinds.

“You look tired,” Jungkook says, brushing a thumb over the dark bags under his eyes. Jimin
opens his eyes and moves Jungkook’s hand to his cheek instead.

“I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

“When you called me last week you said you got kicked out of your frat,” Jimin frowns. “What
happened?”

“So much happened,” Jungkook sighs like it pains him to recall everything. He can’t believe so
much happened in so little time.

“Tell me,” Jimin pouts, wrapping his arm around Jungkook’s waist. “I want to know.”

“Well,” Jungkook licks his lips, “I was slacking off on my frat duties, since I wasn’t feeling so
well.” Guilt is written all over Jimin’s face. “But it’s not just that. I wasn’t happy in Alpha Sig, way
before you came into my life. I just ignored it because it was my life and I had no reason to
change it.”

“Why weren’t you happy?”

“I wasn’t friends with any of the members there. I didn’t have much in common with them except
for the fact that I like to party,” Jungkook shrugs. “When I met you, I never thought it’d be more
than sex. I didn’t think you’d turn my whole world upside down,” he laughs.

“Yeah, I get that,” Jimin smiles.

“The more attached I got to you, the more I realized I wasn’t happy. Then we confessed. It might
be stupid but even if you said we couldn’t be together, I still thought,” Jungkook huffs, “I do have
a reason to change my life.”

“You shouldn’t change for me Jungkook.”

“It’s not that I’m changing to become someone I’m not,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I’m finally
becoming the person I’ve always wanted to be. I figured out who I want to be. Not just for you
but for myself.” Jungkook kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose. It makes him smile. “And if you think the
man I’m becoming is good enough for you then it’s a happy coincidence.”

Jungkook can’t decipher Jimin’s expression. It’s not something bad but he can’t tell if it’s good
either. He gets his answer when Jimin brings him into a soft kiss. It’s very chaste but it’s full of
feelings. Jimin repeatedly pecks his lips, caressing his naked back. When he pulls back there’s
fondness written all over his face.

“You’ve always been good enough for me Jungkook.”

Jungkook is happy to hear Jimin say it but deep down he doesn’t believe it yet.

“Did you move out?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah, I’m crashing at Taehyung’s for now. I got a job at a coffee shop and I’m saving some
money to get a place of my own.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat. All of his life Jungkook’s tried to make people proud of
him. His parents, Taehyung, his teachers. He’s made them proud in some way or another but he
hasn’t been told very often. Hearing the words from Jimin makes his alpha preen.

“Thank you,” Jungkook smiles. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“What happened to you this past month?”

“Oh,” Jimin breathes out. He looks down at Jungkook’s chest. He seems embarrassed. “Not
much.”

Yoongi said that Jimin didn’t go to work and barely answered his texts. Jungkook knows it
already but he wants to hear it from Jimin. He wants to know how he felt.

“You know,” Jungkook clears his throat, “most of the time I was in my room. In the dark. There
are days where I didn’t get out of bed. A lot might have happened but most of the time I was
miserable. I went to class but I could barely focus on anything that wasn’t you.”

Jimin looks up, blinking at him, “Really?”

“It was a very rough month,” Jungkook brushes Jimin’s hair back.

“For me too,” Jimin nods. “I was home all the time except when I had to take Haewon to school
or do the groceries. I didn’t even go to work. I didn’t speak to anyone. I felt so empty. I thought
about you everyday. I wanted you to be here with me. I hated myself for pushing you away. For
making us hurt so bad.”

“What made you change your mind?” Jungkook asks, lips brushing against Jimin’s forehead. He
wants to kiss all the bad thoughts away.

“Haewon,” Jimin huffs. “She said I smelled happy when you were around. She said she wasn’t
scared of losing people. That it doesn’t matter if people leave us because we have each other.”
Jimin shakes his head in disbelief. “Can you believe it? My 8 year old is braver than I am.”

Jungkook had no idea Haewon was so perceptive. He’s not surprised of how smart she is
because she’s Jimin’s daughter. Now that he thinks about it, it makes sense that Jimin’s
daughter was the only one who could make him change his mind. Part of Jimin’s issues come
from how much he loves Haewon. He wants to keep her from heartbreak and Jungkook gets
that.

Haewon is Jimin’s everything. Jimin is Haewon’s everything. As long as they have each other
they’ll be fine. Somehow, Jungkook finds that to be a reassuring thought.

He doesn’t plan on going anywhere but if it were to happen, Jimin wouldn’t be alone.

“She gets it from you,” Jungkook says. “She’s so brave because she sees how brave you are.”

Jimin smiles at him, “It took me a few days to get my head around everything. As I said, I’m still
scared but I want to try.”

“I’m proud of you.”

Jimin beams at him and it almost makes Jungkook shiver. Happiness is a great look on him.

“Thank you,” Jimin says before catching Jungkook’s lips into a kiss.

The kiss quickly goes from chaste to heated. Jimin’s the one who initiates it, licking at
Jungkook’s bottom lip to demand access. Their tongues slide against each other and Jimin’s
grip tightens in Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook groans in the back of his throat when Jimin throws a
leg over his hips, pushing their bodies even closer.

Jungkook grips Jimin’s thigh to grind their hips together and Jimin mewls into the kiss. Jungkook
loves the noises Jimin makes, they always drive him crazy. He loves how responsive Jimin is,
squirming and shivering at the simplest of touches.

Jungkook tries to push Jimin onto his back but Jimin stops him with a hand on his chest.

“Nuh-huh,” Jimin says when they break apart from the kiss. “You. On your back.”

Jungkook smirks at the command, the thought of letting Jimin take the lead excites him.
Jungkook rolls them over until Jimin’s straddling him and he’s lying comfortably against the
pillows.

Jimin smiles down at him before kissing him, hands exploring Jungkook’s naked chest.
Jungkook loves morning sex, he can’t believe he’s about to have it with Jimin.

Jungkook runs his hands up Jimin’s shirt and moans when Jimin starts rolling his hips against
his half hard cock. Jimin’s scent is covered by Jungkook’s but he can still smell the hint of
arousal coming off of him.

“I didn’t get to ride you last night,” Jimin mumbles against Jungkook’s lips.

“Hmm, I guess you didn’t,” Jungkook says before groping Jimin’s ass over his boxers.

“It’s a shame because I’m really good at it,” Jimin trails kisses down Jungkook’s jaw. Jungkook
tilts his head to the side to give him access to his neck.

“You’re always good baby.”

“Most of the time I just lie there and take your cock. I don’t do much,” Jimin nuzzles Jungkook’s
scent gland and Jungkook purrs at the attention.

“You take my cock really well,” Jungkook mumbles. Jimin’s scenting is distracting him, “and you
look pretty while doing it. That’s something.”

Jimin laughs in the crook of his neck, slumping over Jungkook. It makes Jungkook smile.
Hearing Jimin laugh always fills him with joy.

“You’re right, I guess it’s something,” Jimin smiles at Jungkook, one hand cupping his face.

“I’ve been with people who just lied there and weren’t as good as you.”
Jimin’s eyes darken, “Don’t talk about other people.”

Jungkook loves how possessive Jimin get sometimes. He’s never met an omega as brazen as
him before. He’s never afraid to tell it how it is and to challenge Jungkook even though he’s an
alpha. It’s not like Jungkook asserts any dominance over him but he has a feeling that Jimin
would still talk back if he did.

“Okay daddy,” Jungkook says and laughs when Jimin’s face contorts in disgust.

“Don’t call me that!” Jimin hits Jungkook’s chest. It only makes Jungkook laugh harder.

“Okay, mommy?”

“Shut up,” Jimin groans before burying his face in Jungkook’s neck but there’s a spike of arousal
in his scent.

“Oh? Apparently you don’t hate that,” Jungkook smirks and hugs Jimin tight before whispering in
his ear. “I’ll remember that for later.”

“You’re the worst,” Jimin pulls away, rolling his eyes at Jungkook. “Enough talking,” he rolls his
hips down on Jungkook’s cock and catches his lips in a kiss.

Jungkook moans at the friction. Jimin’s ass is an absolute work of art, he could write sonnets
about it. He cups Jimin’s asscheeks and pushes him harder against his hardening cock.

Jungkook can smell the sweet scent of Jimin’s slick and his heart starts beating faster in
excitement. Pride fills his chest, his alpha is pleased that he can turn his omega on so quickly.

The kiss is wet and deep, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Jimin’s hands are
everywhere on Jungkook’s chest, making him shiver. They both moan when the tip of
Jungkook’s cock catches on Jimin’s rim through their boxers.

“Off,” Jungkook says in between kisses, pushing Jimin’s shirt up his body.

Jimin takes his shirt off and throws it on the floor before bending down to catch Jungkook’s lip in
another kiss. Jungkook stops him before he can.

“These too,” he says, sliding his fingers past the waistband of Jimin’s boxers.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckles, pecking Jungkook on the lips.

Jimin’s boxers are halfway past his ass when the doorbell rings. They both freeze and look at
each other in surprise.
“What the fuck?” Jimin says as he puts his boxers back on and Jungkook has to stop himself
from pouting.

“Who is it?”

“I don’t know,” Jimin whisper yells as if the person on the other side of the door could hear him.

“Should we just ignore them?” Jungkook says, bucking his hips up to remind Jimin of their
previous activities.

“Well, I can’t open the door when I’m all,” Jimin vaguely gestures at himself.

“Wet?”

“Yeah,” Jimin sighs but he doesn’t say anything else.

They look at each other, trying to figure out what to do next. Jungkook decides to just ignore it.
He pulls Jimin down into a kiss making him yelp in surprise. Jungkook slides his hands down
Jimin’s boxers to grope his ass again. Jimin leans into the touch and nips at Jungkook’s bottom
lip.

They’re interrupted when the doorbell rings again but more incessantly this time. The person
behind the door clearly won’t leave. Jimin groans in frustration and hides his face in the crook of
Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook takes his hands out of Jimin’s boxers and caresses his back in
reassurance.

“You should go open it,” Jungkook says before kissing Jimin’s shoulder.

“I can’t!” Jimin sits up, eyes wide open and hair disheveled. “I smell like alpha and slick. I’m not
presentable.”

“Well, what do you want us to do?”

“You do it,” Jimin says it with finalty in his voice.

“Me? I don’t even live here!”

“They won’t know!”

“I’m hard!”

“Hide it,” Jimin looks over his shoulder in search of something. “Just put some clothes on.”
The doorbell rings again followed by knocks on the door. Jungkook groans before sitting up and
moving Jimin off of him. He gets off the bed and looks for his clothes that are scattered all over
the floor.

“Whoever it is,” Jungkook says as he puts his pants back on, trying to arrange himself as best
as he can so his hard-on isn’t too visible, “they’re annoying.”

“Thank you, baby. You’re the best,” Jimin says as he hops off the bed and hands Jungkook his
shirt. Jungkook puts it on and Jimin pecks him on the lips. “I’m gonna wash up and I’ll be right
there.”

“You owe me,” Jungkook points a finger at Jimin’s face menacingly but it only makes him smile.

“I’ll make it up to you,” Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist and kisses him. “I
promise.”

“Okay,” Jungkook kisses him one last time before heading for the door.

He looks over his shoulder and Jimin gives him two thumbs up. Jungkook makes a face at him
because he looks absolutely ridiculous. Jimin sticks his tongue out before disappearing in the
bathroom. Jungkook rolls his eyes but can’t help smiling. Jimin is so cute.

The knocks on the door intensify and Jungkook has to stop himself from cursing at the person
behind it. He unlocks the door and opens it to reveal a very red Jungwoo and a bored Haewon.
The three of them startle and silence fills the entryway. This is awkward.

“Uh,” Jungkook says, looking between the two of them, “hi.”

Haewon sighs and rolls her eyes at Jungkook as if his lack of communication skills deeply
affects her. She flips her hair back with all the sass she can muster, which she clearly gets from
Jimin, before pushing past Jungkook to enter the apartment.

“Hello Jungkook oppa,” she says as she passes him before heading god knows where.

Jungkook turns back to Jungwoo who looks annoyed. Jungkook’s pretty sure he’s sporting the
same expression on his face.

“You’re still here,” Jungwoo says, contempt clear in his voice.

“Yep,” Jungkook raises his eyebrows before leaning against the doorframe as if he owns the
place.
“I didn’t think that your thing with Jimin would last.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer, he really isn’t in the mood to talk to Jungwoo. The man isn’t very nice
company and every time Jungkook looks at him, his skin prickle in anger. He thinks about how
he left Jimin all alone to fend for himself and his child, breaking his heart and making him lose
faith in love. Jungwoo never deserved Jimin and the fact that he ever had the chance to put his
hands on him makes Jungkook mad. Really fucking mad.

“Is this Haewon’s stuff?” Jungkook points at the black bag Jungwoo is carrying.

“Yes, it-,”

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook cuts him off, taking it from him. Jungwoo blinks in surprise and opens his
mouth to talk but Jungkook doesn’t have the patience for it. “Thanks, bye.”

He closes the door in his face. He hears Jungwoo curse as he locks the door and when he turns
around he’s met with an unimpressed Haewon. Jungkook jumps, dropping the bag on the floor.

“You scared me!” Jungkook cries out, one hand resting on his fast beating heart.

Haewon looks at Jungkook in silence, arms crossed over her chest. Jungkook shouldn’t be as
scared as he is considering she’s a child but he’s always walking on eggshells around her.
She’s Jimin’s daughter. If she hates Jungkook, it’s over for him.

“Um,” Jungkook has to clear his throat because his voice breaks. Embarrassing. “What I just did
is, um,” Jungkook gestures towards the door, “rude. Don’t do that.”

Jungkook feels like a complete idiot and Haewon’s looking at him like one. It was a poor first
attempt at teaching a child a valuable lesson and he knows it.

“You’re back,” Haewon says, staring Jungkook down.

“I am,” Jungkook swallows.

“You smell like my mommy again.”

“Oh,” Jungkook almost chokes on the word, “uh, yeah. We... we hugged. Again.”

“I know how scenting works, you know,” Haewon raises an eyebrow and a small smile lifts the
corners of her mouth.

“Of course.”
“Do you love my mommy?”

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat at the question, surprised by Haewon’s bluntness. He shouldn’t
be because children in general seem to lack a filter.

“I like him a lot,” Jungkook answers truthfully. He doesn’t want to lie to Haewon because he has
a feeling she would know.

“Mommy likes you a lot too. I can tell because he smells like a garden when he’s happy and you
smell like a garden right now,” Haewon uncrosses her arms, letting her guard down.

“He does. I noticed it too,” Jungkook smiles and surprisingly she smiles back.

“Don’t hurt my mommy, please,” her voice is soft and Jungkook can tell how important Jimin is
to her in the way she says it.

“I won’t. I want him to be happy too.”

Haewon appraises him for a while as if she’s looking for something in Jungkook’s face that
would make her regret giving him a chance. Jungkook has never been more serious about
anything in his life. He does want Jimin to happy and he wants to be part of his happiness.

“I want breakfast,” Haewon breaks the silence and Jungkook feels like he can breathe again.

“Okay,” Jungkook nods, “alright. I’ll make you breakfast. Come on.”

The kitchen is easy to locate since it opens in the living room. Jungkook walks around the
counter and opens the fridge to look for something to cook for her.

“Um,” Jungkook looks behind the fridge door to make sure Haewon followed him. She’s sitting
on a stool, leaning on the counter as she observes Jungkook with a small smile on her face,
“what do you want to eat?”

“Do you know how to cook?” she asks instead of answering his question.

“Yes?” it sounds like a question because Jungkook isn’t even sure he can cook eggs. He’s a
college student. He tends to skip meals or buy take out.

“Cook me cereal,” Haewon says. It makes Jungkook laugh.

“You don’t cook cereal. You just put them in a bowl and add milk,” Jungkook closes the fridge
door and looks around in search of a cereal box.
“Then that should be easy for you.”

Jungkook looks over his shoulder and she’s beaming, clearly happy with her teasing. Jungkook
chuckles because she sounds exactly like Jimin. She looks like him too except for her eyes. She
has the same button nose and his smile. He doesn’t know Jungwoo enough to tell but her
personality seems to be more like Jimin’s too.

“You’re funny,” Jungkook says flatly but he’s only teasing. He opens three different cabinets
before finding a box of cereal.

“I know,” Haewon says and points at a cabinet to Jungkook’s right when she sees him struggling
to find bowls.

“Thanks.”

“Where’s mommy? Is he sleeping?”

Jungkook pours some cereal in the bowl and then heads to the fridge to fetch some milk.

“No, he’s taking a shower,” he pours the milk on the cereal before putting it back in the fridge.
“He should be here soon.”

Jungkook sets the bowl in front of her. She moves on the stool to sit on her knees. Jungkook
stands in place just waiting for her to eat as if she was going to taste a gourmet meal he just
prepared. She looks at him expectantly.

“Spoon?” she deadpans.

Jungkook’s confused for a second before it hits him, “Oh! Yeah, a spoon,” he turns around and
starts opening every drawer until he finds the cutlery. He takes a spoon out and hurries to give it
to her. “There. Sorry.”

“Thanks,” she says and doesn’t waste any time to dig in.

“Did your mommy know your dad was dropping you off this early?” Jungkook asks as he looks
for a tissue. Haewon is a messy eater.

“Probably not,” Haewon says with a mouthful of cereal and milk dribbling down her chin.
“Mommy was supposed to pick me up tonight.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes because it’s the second time Jungwoo does this. Well, the second time
Jungkook witnesses it at least. Jimin doesn’t tell him much about Haewon or how he deals with
raising her but he has a feeling this is a common occurrence.
Jungkook hands Haewon a tissue but instead of taking it she leans her chin towards him.
Jungkook startles for a second before wiping the milk off of her face. He smiles because despite
her bluntness and teasing, she’s still a cute kid.

“How old are you?” she asks when Jungkook is done.

“21.”

“You’re old.”

Jungkook scoffs. It’s the first time he’s ever been called old and considering he’s seven years
younger than Jimin it’s even more surprising.

“21 isn’t old.”

“It is,” she nods. “I’m 8.”

“You’re old,” Jungkook says just to spite her.

“I’m not!” she frowns and pouts at him.

“You’re almost 10. That’s pretty old,” Jungkook leans on the counter and tries to bite back a
smile when she sticks her tongue out at him. She really is Jimin’s daughter.

“Old people are boring,” she says before putting another spoonful of cereal into her mouth. More
milk dribble down her chin and Jungkook sighs, taking the already wet tissue to wipe it off of her
face.

“Your mommy’s old and he’s not boring,” Jungkook rests his chin in his hand.

“My mommy’s the best.”

The adoration in her voice is obvious and it makes Jungkook smile. She loves Jimin deeply and
it warms Jungkook’s heart that despite her parents being broken up she still seems to be happy.

“He is,” Jungkook mumbles under his breath.

He jumps when he hears someone clear their throat. When he looks up Jimin’s leaning against
the wall. Jungkook can tell he’s been standing there for a while. It makes him nervous and he
tries to replay everything he did and said in the past few minutes, hoping he didn’t mess up.

“Mommy!” Haewon exclaims before hopping off the stool. Jungkook almost reaches forward to
catch her in case she falls.

She runs up into Jimin’s arms and wraps her arms around his neck to hug him tight. Jimin
laughs when she leaves a wet kiss on his cheek.

“Hi baby,” Jimin’s voice is softer than usual. Jungkook guesses that’s his baby voice and the
thought makes him all hot and bothered for some reason.

“You smell like Jungkook oppa,” Haewon says but she doesn’t seem completely disgusted
which Jungkook finds reassuring.

“I do,” Jimin says before nuzzling her cheek. It makes her giggle.

“She said she wanted breakfast,” Jungkook says pointing at the bowl of now soggy cereal.

“Thanks,” Jimin smiles at him so prettily it makes Jungkook’s heart race. “What happened with
daddy?”

Jungkook blinks for a second, confused as to what Jimin means before he realizes he’s not
talking about him but Jungwoo. His cheeks are burning. He wants to slap himself in the face.

“Work,” Haewon’s answer is flat as if it’s always the same damn reason as to why Jungwoo
can’t fulfill his responsibilities as a father.

“Were you nice to Jungkook?” Jimin asks, quirking an eyebrow at her.

“I’m always nice, mommy,” Haewon gives him a blinding smile. Jimin sounds unconvinced when
he hums.

“Go finish your breakfast while I talk to Jungkook,” Jimin puts her down and guides her back to
her stool.

He silently gestures to the living room for Jungkook to follow him. Jungkook throws one last
glance at Haewon who’s happily eating before joining Jimin.

“How did it go with Jungwoo?” Jimin asks, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook is surprised by the proximity considering Haewon’s right there but he still wraps his
arms around Jimin’s waist.

“Fine,” Jungkook says. Technically it’s not a lie since there was no bloodshed but it’s not like he
and Jungwoo had a lovely conversation either.
“Really?” Jimin smiles knowingly. “Are you guys best friends now?”

“You’re almost as funny as Haewon,” Jungkook retorts. It earns him a slap behind the head.
“Ow!”

“My daughter’s very funny,” Jimin frowns.

“That’s what I said!”

“That’s not what you meant.”

“Jungwoo is an asshole,” Jungkook says a little too loudly because Jimin shushes him.

“No swearing in front of Haewon,” he whispers, looking over Jungkook’s shoulder to check if she
heard them.

“Sorry,” Jungkook tightens his grip around Jimin and kisses his forehead.

“You’re not wrong though.”

Jungkook laughs and buries his face in Jimin’s neck. Jimin hugs him tighter and smiles against
Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook feels so warm in Jimin’s arms he wishes they could stay like this
forever.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin says when they break apart, sliding his small hands down Jungkook’s chest, “I
really wanted to spend the day with you.”

“It’s alright baby,” Jungkook runs his hands up and down Jimin’s sides. “Another day.”

Jimin nods before leaning into a kiss. Jimin still smells heavily like Jungkook and it pleases him
immensely. He’s warm under his touch and he really wishes he could stay to cuddle with him
and kiss him some more. Jungkook is about to tongue at Jimin’s bottom lip when they’re
interrupted by a _ “Gross!” _ from Haewon.

Jimin laughs when they break apart while Jungkook blushes.

“Sorry baby,” Jimin says.

“It’s fine,” Jungkook and Haewon say at the same time which only makes Jungkook’s cheeks
redden even more. Jimin laughs harder.

“I’m gonna go,” Jungkook clears his throat. He’s mortified and needs to flee the situation before
Haewon starts making fun of him. His ego wouldn’t be able to take it.
Jimin can’t seem to stop laughing and Jungkook rolls his eyes at him but he can’t help but smile.
He walks to the door and bends down to put his shoes on. Jimin follows him and runs a hand
down his back in reassurance. Jungkook straightens up and kisses him.

“I’ll text you,” Jungkook says against his lips.

“Okay,” Jimin smiles, “thanks for coming.”

“Goodbye Haewon!” Jungkook shouts across the entryway.

“Goodbye Jungkook oppa!”

Jungkook smiles before kissing Jimin one last time, “Goodbye baby.”

“Goodbye daddy,” Jimin smirks.

“You’re the worst,” Jungkook groans when heat pools in the pit of his stomach.

Jimin simply giggles before walking around Jungkook to unlock the door and open it for him.
Jungkook pecks Jimin’s cheek, making him smile, before leaving. He doesn’t feel as horrible as
the last time he left Jimin’s apartment. This time he knows Haewon doesn’t completely hate him
and he knows he’ll see Jimin soon.

Jungkook feels light and giddy, and he thinks that, maybe this is similar to what love feels like.

…………&…………

When Jungkook opens Taehyung’s apartment door, he’s surprised to find his best friend awake.

He checks his phone and sees that it’s 10AM. Taehyung usually sleeps in until 2PM on
Sundays. Jungkook takes his boots off before walking into the living room.

“Hey,” he greets Taehyung, “you’re awake?”

“There he is!” Taehyung says, smiling at Jungkook when he joins him on the couch. “I went to
bed early last night, I was exhausted. I’m surprised you’re home.”

“Why?” Jungkook chuckles, resting his head against the back of the couch. An anime
Jungkook’s never head off is playing on the TV.

“Judging from how you smell, you must have gotten lucky last night,” Taehyung smirks. “No
morning sex?”

“We were about to but we got interrupted by his ex and Haewon.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, apparently work always gets in the way of spending time with his daughter,” Jungkook
rolls his eyes.

“How did it go this time?”

“Good,” Jungkook nods. “I’ve made some progress with Haewon. I didn’t stutter as much.”

“Wow,” Taehyung smiles, “soon she’ll steal my spot and you guys will become besties.”

“Well, she’s funnier than you.”

Jungkook laughs as he tries to move away from Taehyung’s punches. They play fight until
Taehyung gets tired of getting pinned down to the back of the couch. He’s a strong omega but
he’s not stronger than Jungkook. Jungkook lets go of his arms and slaps him in the shoulder
one last time. Taehyung groans but doesn’t try to retaliate.

“How did your date go?” Taehyung asks.

“We didn’t actually get to the date.”

“You guys just fucked?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook shrugs.

“I’m not surprised. I haven’t seen you guys together but from what you keep telling me, you guys
seem to have great sexual chemistry.”

“We do.”

Jungkook doesn’t think their chemistry is only sexual. They’ve rarely spent time together without
having sex but when they did, the conversation always flowed easily. They make each other
laugh and they flirt but they also communicate well. Jungkook wants to spend more time with
Jimin, just to hang out with him. There’s never a time when he’s bored with him.
Last night, things went so fast, Jungkook barely had any time to think. The minute his eyes
landed on Jimin he wanted to ravish him. To kiss, to touch and to feel. He needed it. They had
so much pent up frustration from not seeing each other in a month, it was bound to happen.

The week leading to last night, Jungkook wasn’t able to do anything. He was relieved but still
anxious. He didn’t know how things would go. He was scared Jimin would change his mind
again. There was no sadness anymore but just a visceral need to see Jimin.

During the entire month without Jimin, Jungkook was too sad to even think about sex. During
the week after their phone call, Jungkook couldn’t stop thinking about sex with Jimin.

There was an itch under his skin. His alpha now knew he could have Jimin and all he wanted
was to claim. He can’t remember much from that week. He went to school, then to work and
then on most nights he touched himself thinking of Jimin.

They didn’t get to go on their date but their reunion was still perfect. Jungkook doesn’t feel
restless anymore. His wolf is finally at ease. He feels like he’s living again.

“You seem happy,” Taehyung says. He leans his arm on the back of the couch and plays with
Jungkook’s hair.

“I am.”

“I’m glad. I was worried about you.”

“I know,” Jungkook smiles. “Thank you for being there for me. I don’t think I would have held it
together without you.”

“I’ll always be there for you Jungkookie,” Taehyung says. He brings their heads together like
brothers would do. It’s a sign of support and comfort. “So are you guys boyfriends?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. We’re taking things slow.”

“Fucking each other’s brains out is taking it slow?” Taehyung chuckles. He pulls back to look at
Jungkook who rolls his eyes at him.

“Having sex is what we’re familiar with. We have to figure out everything else. I don’t know,”
Jungkook sighs. “We just want to be together.”

“You’ll figure it out baby.”

“I hope so.”
So far, Jungkook’s only had to focus on getting Jimin to like him back. Now that he thinks about
it, there’s still a lot they need to tackle. Jungkook wants to be in a relationship with Jimin but he
kind of forgot that it means having a relationship with Haewon. Jimin and Haewon are a
package. He doesn’t get to just have Jimin.

He needs to make a relationship work, which is scary enough on its own, considering
Jungkook’s never been in a relationship, and he needs to figure out which role to play in
Haewon’s life. If what he has with Jimin lasts, and he hopes it will, then eventually he’s going to
have to learn how to take care of a kid.

Jungkook. Taking care of a kid. Can he do that?

Jungkook shakes his head. He needs to take this one step at a time. First, Jimin. Then,
Haewon. Then, well, he doesn’t know yet.

Thinking so far into the future is scary.

Jungkook freezes when he thinks back about last night. His heart skips a beat and anxiety fills
his scent.

“You okay?” Taehyung asks, frowning.

Last night, they forgot to use a condom.

It’s the first time Jungkook’s forgot to use one. He’s never had a pregnancy scare in his life. He’s
not sure how to handle it. Jungkook has general knowledge of omega biology. He knows they
can get pregnant if they don’t take precautions. He knows they can use contraceptive pills to
stop them from getting pregnant.

Does Jimin use contraceptive pills?

He hasn’t been in a relationship since Jungwoo which was years ago. Jungkook knows he has
sex with alphas pretty often but does he simply use condoms? Should Jungkook know this
about Jimin or is it too personal? Jungkook tries not to panic. Jimin brushed it off easily last
night but Jungkook isn’t sure why. Maybe he was too out of it.

“Jungkook?” Taehyung says, bumping their shoulders together. Jungkook blinks at him.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out. Eyes wide. He’s imagining pups running around everywhere in a
house he shares with Jimin. He’s twenty one. He can’t have pups yet. Can he?

“Okay, you’re starting to freak me out Jungkook. What’s wrong?”

Jungkook turns to face him and he’s so close that Taehyung has to lean back. He frowns at
Jungkook.

“You’re an omega.”

“Good observation,” Taehyung nods.

“I don’t know how to ask this. We never talk about this kind of stuff. It might be too personal. You
don’t have to answer. Just tell me to fuck off and we’ll call it a day. We’ll forget that this ever
happened,” Jungkook blurts out. He’s a mess. He knows it, Taehyung knows it, the world knows
it.

“Just ask the fucking question Jungkook,” Taehyung sighs, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t know how.”

Taehyung and him might talk about sex a lot but they never talk about these stuff. Pregnancy,
contraception, the omega body. Jungkook feels like it’s very personal and he’s pretty sure
Taehyung is going to slap him in the face.

“What is it about?”

“Omega biology.”

“Oh lord,” Taehyung pinches the bridge of his nose in between two fingers. He groans when he
sees the innocent expression on Jungkook’s face. “What do you wanna know?”

“When you have sex with an alpha,” Jungkook gulps. He doesn’t know why he feels
embarrassed when he knows everything about Taehyung’s sex life, “and you don’t use a
condom. What are the chances of you getting pregnant?”

“Close to none,” Taehyung deadpans.

“What? Why?”

“Because I’m on the pill idiot.”

“Oh,” Jungkook’s eyes widen, “right, okay.” He nods. “Do you think Jimin’s on the pill?”

“How would I know?” Taehyung frowns. “Did you forget to use a condom?”

“Maybe.”
“For fuck’s sake Jungkook,” Taehyung throws his head back.

“I’m stupid, I know. I was too horny to even think about using one,” Jungkook sighs, running his
hands over his face. “How can I find out if Jimin’s on the pill?”

“Just ask him.”

“No.”

“Why not?” Taehyung frowns.

“It’s too personal.”

“You have sex with him Jungkook.”

“So?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow.

“So you can ask him if he’s on the pill.”

“What if I offend him?

“Why would he be offended?”

“He might think I’m accusing him of not using contraception so he can get pregnant and force
me to stay with him,” Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“This isn’t a drama Jungkook,” Taehyung rolls his eyes. “He doesn’t have to force you to stay
you’re already clingy enough.”

“I’m not clingy!” Jungkook exclaims, slapping him behind the head.

“Ah!” Taehyung rubs the spot Jungkook just hit. “You’re both adults Jungkook. Adults who have
sex together. Just ask him.”

Jungkook doesn’t even know how to bring it up to Jimin. It’s not like he can just send him a text
asking him if he’s pregnant. Or if he’s on the pill. He can’t imagine himself asking him face to
face either. Jungkook doesn’t usually avoid his problems but he feels like seeing this one
through. He’ll find out soon enough if Jimin is pregnant. Eventually, he’ll start to show. If in nine
months a baby doesn’t come out of Jimin then it means he’s not pregnant.

Yes, that’s a good idea. Jungkook will just ignore it.

No, it’s a terrible idea.

Jungkook is a big boy, he can ask his omega if he’s on the pill.

Eventually.

One day.

“Fine, I’ll ask him,” Jungkook sighs, slumping his body on the couch.

“He most likely is on the pill. If he’s not, there’s also a chance he won’t get pregnant. Unless you
have super sperm.”

“Super sperm?” Jungkook frowns. “Is that a thing?”

“Sure.”

“You’re messing with me.”

“I’m not.

“Yeah, you are.

“Maybe.”

“You’re the worst.”

…………&…………

Jimin doesn’t stay away from Jungkook for too long.

Not that he wants to stay away from him, but life gets in the way most of the time. He wants to
make an effort to see him as much as possible now that there’s no hidden feelings anymore.
Jungkook and him are a thing now, he can hang out with him just for the sake of it, without
having to worry if it’ll send the wrong signal.

Jungkook said he doesn’t have any classes on Wednesdays. He works at a coffee shop that’s
not too far from his dance studio which makes it easy for him to pay him a visit. Jimin didn’t tell
Jungkook he was coming. He didn’t plan on making it a surprise or anything, but that’s what
couples do right? They pay each other visits. Are they even a couple? They didn’t put a label on
their relationship but Jimin likes the sound of that. A couple. Jimin and Jungkook.
When Jimin walks into Namu Coffee, the place is busy. Most of the tables are taken, the place is
loud. There’s a queue of four people at the counter, a girl is taking orders and another one is
making them. No Jungkook in sight though. Jimin frowns, maybe he got it wrong, Jungkook
might not be working today.

Jimin waits for the people before him to get their orders, which doesn’t take as long as he
thought, only five minutes. When it’s his turn, the girl behind the counter gives him a blinding
smile. She’s pretty, probably his age, definitely omega.

“Welcome to Namu Coffee, what can I get you?” she says in a saccharine voice. She smells like
caramel.

“Uh,” Jimin clears his throat, “I’m actually looking for someone who works here. Jeon Jungkook.
Is he not in today?”

“Oh!” she smiles. “Are you Jimin-ssi?”

Jimin startles, how does she know his name? He’s certain they’ve never met before.

“Yes.”

“Oh wow, you’re even prettier in person,” she chuckles. She continues when Jimin frowns.
“Jungkook talks about you all the time.”

“He does?” Jimin smiles, blushing. The thought of his alpha talking about how pretty Jimin is
makes his omega preen.

“Yeah,” she nods, “only nice things. He’s here by the way. He’s on his lunch break, in the back,”
she looks behind Jimin. There’s no one else waiting. “I’ll take you to him.”

She rounds the counter and points to a door that says “staff only” for Jimin to follow her.

“Thank you,” Jimin bows to her and she bows back.

“I’m Jieun by the way,” she says, opening the door with her badge and holding it open for Jimin.
“How old are you Jimin-ssi?”

“28.” They walk through a small corridor until they reach a door that says “break room”.

“I’m 30, you can call me noona.”

“Thank you, I will.”

She opens the door to reveal an empty break room except for Jungkook who’s sitting at a table
eating one of the sandwiches the coffee shop sells.

“Jungkook-ah!” Jieun calls out, making Jungkook jump. “Your boyfriend is here,” she points to
Jimin who’s standing in the doorway.

Jimin smiles and waves at him. He doesn’t know why he feels so awkward all of a sudden.
Maybe it’s the fact that Jieun called him Jungkook’s boyfriend or the fact that they’re being open
about their relationship in front of someone he doesn’t know. The only other people who
witnessed their relationship were Wonho and Hoseok. One saw them butt naked and the other
saw them suck each other’s faces off on a sidewalk. He doesn’t know which is worse.

“Jimin,” Jungkook beams at him, standing up for no apparent reason. “What are you doing
here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Jimin shrugs. He feels shy for some reason. Usually Jungkook is the one
who initiates their meetings.

Jungkook only beams harder, his woodsy scent becoming more prominent. It makes Jimin
smile. He’s like an excited puppy, he’s adorable.

“Well,” Jieun says, looking between the two with a smirk on her face, “I’ll leave you to it. It was
nice meeting you Jimin-ah.”

“It was nice meeting you too Jieun noona,” he says, bowing.

“You know the rules Jungkook-ah,” she points at the alpha, “no fucking in the break room.”

Jungkook groans, rolling his eyes, “Just go noona.”

She giggles before closing the door behind her. Jimin’s glad to know the rules because knowing
them they could end up fucking in the breakroom. Jimin bent over one of the tables while
Jungkook pounds into him. Jimin would have to stay quiet because the customers could hear
him. Jimin wouldn’t hate it.

Jimin shakes the thoughts away and walks to Jungkook.

“She’s nice,” he says. Jungkook steps forward and wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist.

He hasn’t stopped smiling since Jimin got here. It warms Jimin’s heart that the simple sight of
him can make Jungkook this happy. He feels the same way about Jungkook.

“I missed you,” Jungkook says.

“We saw each other three days ago,” Jimin chuckles, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s
neck.

“Three days is a lot.”

“You’re right,” Jimin bumps their noses together. “I missed you too.”

Jungkook catches his lips in a kiss. It’s more than a simple peck you give someone to greet
them, it’s slow, gentle and somehow sensual. It’s always sensual with them. They feel so much
for each other, it’s hard to reign it in when they’re together. Jimin tilts his head to the side,
sucking on Jungkook’s bottom lip. He brushes his thumb against Jungkook’s scent gland. The
smell of flowers mixes in with the smell of woods. Jimin thinks he could get addicted to the smell
of their mixed scents.

They break apart before the kiss gets heated. They both know that if they keep going it will.
Jimin pecks Jungkook’s lips one last time before stepping out of Jungkook’s embrace.

“Should we eat?” Jimin asks, smiling at a pouting Jungkook. His alpha is so clingy.

“Did you bring something?”

“I did,” Jimin nods as he sits next to Jungkook. He takes his lunch box and chopsticks out of his
bag before opening everything.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Jungkook says like he’s in awe.

“What do you mean?”

“Like,” Jungkook gestures to the both of them, “I can’t believe you’re having lunch with me just
because you wanted to see me.”

Jimin knows exactly what he means. For the first time since he met Jungkook, Jimin isn’t
overthinking everything. He felt like seeing him so he came here. It’s something so simple but to
Jimin it’s something big.

It feels nice, to seek someone’s company without having to worry if they’ll get the wrong idea.
Jungkook knows exactly how Jimin feels about him. Jimin has nothing to hide anymore. He can
show Jungkook how much he cares about him.

Jimin is letting Jungkook in. There’s only a handful of people who knows the real Jimin.
Jungkook doesn’t know everything about him yet. He doesn’t know how caring, selfless and
loving he can be. Jimin isn’t afraid of showing him that side of himself anymore. He wants to
smother Jungkook in affection, to make him smile and to make him happy. If Jungkook is happy
with him then Jimin is happy.

There’s no holding back anymore.

“Well, get used to it,” Jimin says, taking a bite of rice. “I want to see you all the time you know. I
can’t always do it but,” Jimin shrugs. He doesn’t finish his sentence.

“That’s fine,” Jungkook smiles. “I feel the same way.”

“I know.”

Jungkook snorts, “You know? Is it that obvious?”

“You’re the one who tried to court me first,” Jimin smirks.

“So you knew I was trying to court you?”

“I’m not dumb,” Jimin quirks an eyebrow up, “I’m just emotionally constipated.”

Jungkook laughs, leaning back in his chair. He looks at Jimin like he’s never seen him before.
It’s like Jimin’s holding the moon in his hands, Jungkook looks at him like he’s a special being to
cherish and protect.

“I can’t say you’re wrong,” Jungkook gives him an hesitant smile like he doesn’t know if he can
joke about it yet. Jimin gives him a reassuring smile. “What if I courted you now?”

“What about it?”

“Would it work?”

“You think it didn’t work the first time?” Jimin says, resting his chin on his hand.

“You told me to fuck off when we were in the locker rooms.”

“Exactly.”

“So, clearly it didn’t work.”

“Actually, it means it worked,” Jimin smiles when he sees Jungkook frown. “It’s because it was
working that I told you to leave. You made my heart flutter Jungkookie,” he says, tickling
Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook giggles and pushes his fingers away. “I didn’t know how to handle
it.”
“Did I really make you feel that way?”

“Yeah, you did,” Jimin nods. He runs his fingers up and down Jungkook’s forearm, leaving a trail
of goosebumps in their wake. “You got me, didn’t you?” Jungkook nods, beaming. “Then it
worked.”

They stare at each other. The room is quiet and smells like them. They’re in their own little
bubble and this time Jimin isn’t afraid of something bursting it. He feels warm and happy with
Jungkook, and for once there’s no underlying anxiety in his brain. Things are simple.

Jungkook leans closer to leave a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips. It’s a simple brush of their lips but
there’s butterflies in Jimin’s stomach.

“I’m so glad it worked,” Jungkook breathes out against Jimin’s lips. Jimin smiles and kisses the
tip of his nose before leaning back.

“Speaking of courting,” Jimin says, taking a piece of tofu in his mouth. Jungkook keeps
munching on his sandwich. “We didn’t get to go on that date.”

“Oh, right,” Jungkook nods. “I completely forgot about that. I got distracted as soon as I saw
your ass in those slacks you wore that day. Just thinking about it makes me-”

“Jungkook,” Jimin cuts him off, raising an eyebrow at him, “now isn’t the time to think about my
ass.”

“Well, it’s not like I think about anything else,” Jungkook shrugs. Jimin almost chokes on his rice.

“You can’t possibly always think about my ass.”

“Yeah I can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Jimin shakes his head.

“Not with an ass like yours, it’s not.”

“It’s like me saying I think about your dick all the time just because you have a great dick. It’s
just not true,” Jimin says around a bite of broccoli.

“It’s not?” Jungkook frowns. “I’m kind of offended that you don’t.”

Jimin tries to hold back a smile when he sees Jungkook pouting. His alpha is ridiculous.
“I think about it at appropriate times.”

“Oh?” Jungkook looks up, smirking at Jimin. “When is that?”

Jimin leans against the table and tilts his head to the side, “At night. When I’m all alone.”

“What do you think about exactly?” Jungkook mimics his position.

Jimin thinks about a lot of things when Jungkook isn’t with him. Some of them are sexual, some
of them aren’t. Sometimes he thinks about how full he feels when Jungkook is buried deep
inside of him. Sometimes he thinks about how much he’d like to fall asleep wrapped in
Jungkook’s arms. There’s not one night he doesn’t think about Jungkook.

Jungkook’s scent is starting to turn that special touch of spicy like it always gets when he’s
getting horny. Jimin’s omega is already keening at the prospect of taking things to dangerous
territory. They don’t have time to do anything and Jimin doesn’t like breaking the rules.

“No fucking in the break room Jungkook-ah,” Jimin repeats Jieun’s words. Jungkook scoffs.

“We’re just talking.”

“We both know where these kinds of talks always take us.”

“And where is that?” Jungkook smirks, his scent becoming even stronger.

“Today? Nowhere. I’m just here to eat.”

Jimin leans back and resumes his eating. Jungkook’s staring at him but he ignores it. He knows
exactly how he’s looking at him.

“You’re my favorite thing to eat,” Jungkook says in a low voice. The implication makes Jimin
shiver.

“Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin warns.

“Hmm, cute.”

Jimin startles when he feels Jungkook’s hand on his thigh. It’s warm and heavy and it makes
heat pool at the pit of his stomach. Jungkook slides his hand up slowly, his fingers brushing
against his sensitive inner thigh.

Jungkook crowds his space, his broad chest brushing against his side. He buries his face in
Jimin’s neck, inhaling deeply against his scent gland.
“What are you doing?” Jimin breathes out. He exposes more of his neck, earning a pleased hum
from Jungkook.

“Scenting you.”

Jimin chuckles, letting him do as he pleases. He takes Jungkook’s hand on his thigh and
intertwines their fingers together, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles. Jungkook brushes his
lips and nose over Jimin’s scent gland. He keeps things pretty chaste for someone who smells
so horny. Jimin feels dazed by the scenting. His eyes are closed, Jungkook’s scent is
everywhere. He feels relaxed, safe and like he belongs.

Once Jungkook is satisfied with his scenting, when Jimin’s flowery scent is gone, he peppers
kisses up his neck, along his jaw and on his cheek. It makes Jimin smile. He turns his head until
their foreheads are touching and their noses bump into each other. Jungkook squeezes Jimin’s
hand and pecks him on the lips, once, twice, thrice.

“Are you sure I can’t eat you?” Jungkook breathes out.

Jimin laughs and hits Jungkook’s chest, “You can’t.”

“But you look so good,” Jungkook pouts.

“So?”

“I want to eat you up.”

“You’re so weird,” Jimin buries his laughter in Jungkook’s shoulder. Jungkook kisses the side of
his head, laughing too.

“You love it.”

“I do,” Jimin nods, pulling back to look at Jungkook. He cups his cheek and kisses him on the
lips. “I’d be bored if you weren’t who you are.”

“What am I?”

“I won’t stroke your ego,” Jimin pushes him back.

“Why?” Jungkook whines. “Tell me how amazing I am.”

“You don’t need me to tell you that.”

“You’re not the only one with a praise kink you know,” Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s
waist to bring him closer. Jimin laughs, pushing him away.

“I don’t have a praise kink.”

“Sure,” Jungkook scoffs, “and I don’t have a daddy kink.”

“Shut up,” Jimin groans, blushing at the reminder.

He still can’t believe he let Jungkook persuade him into calling him daddy during sex. There’s
not much he’d refuse Jungkook, he realizes.

Jimin stops struggling against Jungkook’s hold and instead wraps his arms around his neck to
hug him. He can’t believe how clingy they’re being right now, it’s not something he’s used to
anymore. The last person he was like this with was Jungwoo, which was years ago. It feels nice
to be so intimate with someone again. He doesn’t like to admit it but Jimin missed this.

“Are you gonna tell me where you were planning on taking me for our date?” Jimin whispers
against Jungkook’s neck.

“Oh,” Jungkook runs his hands up and down Jimin’s back soothingly, Jimin has to stop himself
from purring. “I was gonna take you to Lotte World for an ice skating date.”

Jimin’s heart skips a beat, he feels like he’s going to melt into a puddle of goo right at
Jungkook’s feet. An ice skating date. It sounds so romantic and sweet, which isn’t surprising
coming from Jungkook. Jimin beams against Jungkook’s shoulder, hugging him tighter to his
chest.

“Judging from your scent you like the idea?” Jungkook chuckles.

Jimin pulls back to look at him, he can’t stop smiling.

“I love it,” Jimin nods, pecking Jungkook on the cheek. “Can you still take me?”

“Yeah, I will.”

“I’ve never been on a date before.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, “What?” Jimin shakes his head. “What about Haewon’s dad?”

“Haewon’s dad?” Jimin chuckles. “Why don’t call him Jungwoo?”

“It pains me to even say his name,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Or to hear it.”
“You’re so cute,” Jimin giggles, pecking his lips. His alpha is so, so cute when he’s jealous.
“Jungwoo and I never went on a date. We hung out, then kissed, then fucked and then decided
to be together. He wasn’t really the romantic type.”

“He’s worse than I thought.”

Jimin smiles and pecks him on the lips for what feels like the millionth time today. He realizes it
doesn’t hurt like it usually does when he mentions Jungwoo. If he thinks about it too hard, then
maybe but he’s too happy being with Jungkook right now that he doesn’t let Jungwoo ruin this
moment.

“He’s definitely something,” Jimin shrugs. “Anyway, I’m glad I get to have my first date with you,”
he pouts his lips to demand a kiss and Jungkook gives it to him. “My sweet, sweet alpha.”

Jungkook’s scent turns spicy again and Jimin knows exactly why. Alphas are easy to rile up in
general but it’s even easier to rile Jungkook up. Jimin just has to say _ “mine” _ and Jungkook
is like putty in his hands.

“I’ll make it the best first date ever,” Jungkook says, making his chest broader. He’s like a
peacock, trying to attract Jimin. He already has Jimin though.

“I know you will.”

Jungkook smiles before kissing him. Jimin sighs into the kiss, burying his fingers in his hair.
Jungkook sucks on his bottom lip and tongues at it. Jimin hums appreciatively, bringing his head
closer. The butterflies in his stomach are back when their tongues meet and Jungkook’s fingers
peek under the hem of Jimin’s shirt. They’re warm against Jimin’s skin, leaving goosebumps in
their wake.

The kiss isn’t heated, they just want to feel each other. Jimin can’t believe he gets to touch and
kiss him just because he can. Just because he wants to. They don’t have to turn it into sex to
erase suspicions about possible feelings they may have. They know they have feelings for each
other, they know what they have is special. They’re both happy.

Jimin isn’t thinking about anything else but the feeling of Jungkook’s lips, hands and body.

Jungkook is biting on his bottom lip and Jimin is moaning when the door suddenly opens. They
break apart quickly, Jungkook wipes his wet mouth with his hand and Jimin turns to the door.

“Well,” Jieun says, leaning against the doorframe, “at least you guys are wearing clothes.”

“I wanted to break the no fucking rule but Jimin’s a goody-two-shoes,” Jungkook says.
“Hey!” Jimin smacks Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook hisses in pain even though they both know it
didn’t actually hurt.

“It reeks of alpha pheromones in here,” Jieun scrunches her nose up, before walking to the
table. She sits in front of Jimin.

“I smell amazing,” Jungkook smirks, “don’t I, Jimin?”

“You don’t smell good enough for the room to also smell like omega slick.”

Jieun has to stop herself from spitting her water everywhere as she laughs. Jimin turns to his
half empty lunch box. Jungkook looks offended.

“You’re so mean,” Jungkook whines. “You had plenty more years to learn how to control your
pheromones. If you were 21 all over again, you’d be begging for my cock right now.”

Jimin rolls his eyes before looking at him. Jungkook has the audacity to pout as if he didn’t say
something so obscene in front of a co-worker.

“I can’t help that I was born first,” Jimin shrugs.

Jimin doesn’t dare to look at Jieun’s face. She probably knows Jungkook’s age and she
definitely knows Jimin’s age. Jimin wonders what she thinks about their age difference, or the
fact that Jungkook is dating someone older. It makes Jimin nervous. He’s always been worried
about what other people would think of their relationship.

“It has nothing to do with age,” Jieun says, “you alphas are too easy to rile up. You all think with
your dicks. Omegas are smarter than that.”

“You know what?” Jungkook points at her. “You’re not wrong.”

Jimin smiles at him. He’s so sweet. Any other alpha would have felt offended by that because
they tend to be prideful, but not Jungkook. Never Jungkook. He reminds Jimin of Namjoon.
Jungkook was brought up well, he’s always very respectful of omegas and of Jimin.

It might have to do with the fact that Jungkook’s best friend is an omega. Jimin doesn’t know
much about Taehyung, but they’ve been friends since childhood and Jimin’s certain Taehyung’s
put Jungkook in his place more than once. He probably taught him how to treat omegas well.
Jimin likes that in Jungkook a lot.

“Anyway,” Jieun says taking a bite of her sandwich, “Jungkook you need to go back to work.
Sua’s waiting for you.”
“Already,” Jungkook sighs, checking the time on his phone. He turns to Jimin. “You can finish
eating here if you want.”

“Oh no, I have to go back to work too.”

“What do you do?” Jieun asks.

“I’m a dance teacher,” Jimin smiles.

“Ah, that explains the body.”

Jungkook glares at her and it makes Jimin laugh. Jungkook gets jealous of omegas too
apparently.

“Thanks,” Jimin says and she winks at him. Jungkook glares harder. “We should go babe.”

“Yes,” Jungkook says, standing up, “away from the temptress who’s trying to steal my omega.”

“Hide your omegas,” Jieun wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and it makes Jimin laugh.

Jungkook sticks his tongue out at her and she does the same. Jimin shakes his head at them.
Their age difference is even bigger than his and Jungkook’s but the two act like children. Jimin’s
glad to see Jungkook making friends. He told Jimin that he had a hard time doing so which is a
shame because he has a lot to offer and anyone would be lucky to be his friend.

“Come on. Let’s clean up and go,” Jimin says, sliding a hand down Jungkook’s back.

“Yeah, I’m already late. Sua’s going to kill me.”

They throw their unfinished food away and Jungkook cleans the table. Jimin waves Jieun
goodbye and Jieun tells him to come back soon before he follows Jungkook out of the break
room.

Jungkook stops at the door leading to the coffee shop to bring Jimin into an embrace. They kiss
for longer than they should considering Jungkook is supposed to be working, but it gets harder
and harder to say goodbye every time they meet. It’s not painful but it’s disappointing. Jimin
would spend everyday with Jungkook if he could.

“Thank you for coming baby,” Jungkook says, brushing their noses together. “You can come by
anytime.”

“Okay,” Jimin smiles, “I will.”

“When can I take you out on our date?”

“We can try saturday. I’ll ask my friends to watch Haewon.”

“Saturday works for me,” Jungkook says, pecking him on the lips.

“You should go babe.”

“Don’t want to leave you.”

“Me neither but we’ll see each other soon.”

“Promise,” Jungkook pouts.

Jimin rolls his eyes and smiles. He offers his pinky to Jungkook, “Promise.”

Jungkook hooks his pinky with Jimin’s before kissing him one last time.

“Your pinky is tiny by the way.”

“Shut up Jungkook,” Jimin hits him in the chest before opening the door to the coffee shop.

Jungkook is laughing behind him. Jimin looks at him over his shoulder and blows him a kiss
before walking out of the coffee shop. He doesn’t miss the blush on Jungkook’s cheeks.

Jimin already misses him.

Notes for the Chapter:

> I hope you enjoyed it! Things are getting fluffier <3
>
> Please let me know what you think in the comments it keeps me motivated. Kudos are also
appreciated ♥
>
> You can find me on [Twitter](https://twitter.com/kinkmins).

7. Chapter 7

Jungkook is nervous.

It’s stupid because he’s known Jimin for four months and had sex with him multiple times. He
shouldn’t feel nervous about a date.

But it’s their _first_ date and for Jimin his actual first date _ever_. Jungkook told him he’d make
it the best first date ever but he wishes he didn’t. He always talks a big game without knowing if
he can deliver. He’ll try his best, that’s for sure, but who knows what’ll happen.

He’s glad he gets to spend some time with Jimin though. A few hours, just the two of them. He
still can’t believe that he’s with Jimin now. Jimin is his. Kind of. He’s not officially his boyfriend
yet but Jungkook is going to change that soon. He has a chance of courting Jimin again and this
time he knows Jimin is open to it.

“Have you ever ice skated before?” Jungkook asks.

They’re sat on one of the benches next to the ice rink, putting their skates on. The place is
swarming with people. Lotte World is always a busy place but the ice rink here looks magical.
Jungkook thinks it’s a romantic place for a date. When they arrived Jimin looked like a kid in a
candy shop. His eyes were wide open, looking in awe of everything. He looked so cute
Jungkook thought he was going to melt before the date even started.

“I did when I was really young,” Jimin says from where he’s bent over, tying his skates, “so I’m
probably gonna be really bad at it.”

“It’s okay, I’ll help you.”

“Don’t let me fall,” Jimin sits up straight when he’s done.

“I’ll try my best,” Jungkook chuckles. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook stands up and extends his hand to Jimin who takes it. He helps him up and doesn’t let
go of his hand. It looks even smaller with a glove on. Jungkook finds it so cute he can’t help but
smile at the sight.

Jimin is holding onto Jungkook’s arm for dear life as he guides them to the rink door. Jungkook
isn’t an ice skating pro but he’s pretty decent at it. He certainly knows how to stay on his feet,
can do simple figures but it’s not like he can do a triple axel. He’s confident on the ice though
which is a lot more than Jimin who’s taking way too long to step on the ice.

People are waiting behind him and they look annoyed. Jungkook has one hand on the rail and is
holding Jimin’s hand in the other. Some people try to squeeze past Jimin to get on the ice.

“Come on Jimin,” Jungkook laughs because he looks ridiculous. “Just hold onto the rail, you
won’t fall.”

“Don’t let go of me.”

“I’ll never let go, Jack.”

“Now isn’t the time to make jokes Jungkook,” Jimin whisper yells. He’s glaring at Jungkook but it
only makes him laugh harder.

“You’re blocking the door, just step on the ice.”

Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise. He looks behind him and bows to apologize. When he looks
back at Jungkook, there’s a pink flush on his cheeks. Jungkook tugs on his hand and Jimin
finally steps on the ice. He’s quick to grip the rail though, leaning against it to stabilize himself.
Jungkook keeps a hand on his waist in case he has to catch him. Jimin is facing away from the
rink and from Jungkook, but Jungkook knows fear is written all over his face.

“See? It’s not so bad,” Jungkook reassures him.

“Okay,” Jimin nods, “yeah, no I can do this.”

He takes a deep breath and then turns to face Jungkook, without letting go of the rail. Jungkook
cages him in against it, each hand on each side of his body. He smells like heaven up this close.
There’s so many scents filling the air and yet Jungkook can only smell Jimin’s. It’s like his nose
is trained to find Jimin in a crowd. Or maybe he’s just so head over heels for Jimin that all he
knows is Jimin.

Jungkook giggles when he sees him glaring at the kids doing pirouettes and cool figures in the
middle of the rink. A lot of people are skating which won’t make it easy for Jimin to be
comfortable while he tries to get used to skating.

“Wanna try moving?” Jungkook asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Let’s give it a try. You’re a dancer, you should have good balance.”

“Do you think that’ll help?”

“Sure,” Jungkook smiles at him. He actually has no idea if it helps but if it gives Jimin confidence
then good. “You have to bend your knees,” Jungkook says, taking hold of one of Jimin’s hands.

Jimin’s grip is so tight it almost hurts. They start moving slowly while Jimin’s still holding onto the
rail with one hand. People zoom past them but Jungkook doesn’t even throw them a glance. His
focus is entirely on Jimin. He gives him tips and encouraging words. Eventually, Jimin has to let
go of the rail because some people are leaning against it.

It’s a whole ordeal, there’s a lot of whining from Jimin and a lot of laughs from Jungkook but
eventually Jimin lets go of the rail and off they go. They’re going just as slow as before but when
Jimin realizes he can stand on his own (with the help of Jungkook’s hand still), he gains
confidence.

Soon enough, Jimin gets the hang of it and they start skating at a normal pace. Jungkook’s eyes
never leave Jimin, his alpha is on high alert in case he loses his balance. He doesn’t want him
to get hurt, it would ruin their date. Jimin doesn’t let go of Jungkook’s hand and it makes
Jungkook feel warm all over. They look like the other couples, skating while holding hands.

Spending time with someone you care about seem so simple but Jungkook’s never experienced
something like this before. His heart beats a certain way when he’s Jimin, his chest feels warm
every time he makes Jimin smile and his hands seem to always be shaking either with
excitement, nervousness or happiness. It’s a strange mix of feelings. He feels both at peace and
agitated. He feels so much at once and yet it’s a feeling he’s getting addicted to.

“I think I can let go of your hand now,” Jimin says.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I wanna try,” Jimin nods, “stay close to me though.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

The words make Jimin smile. Jungkook has to stop himself from pouting when Jimin lets go of
his hand. He already misses it. Jimin has not difficulty finding his balance, he just slows down
which makes Jungkook skate ahead. When Jungkook looks over his shoulder Jimin is beaming.

“I’m doing it!” he says excitedly and Jungkook can’t help but beam too.

“You’re doing great, baby.”

Jimin catches up to Jungkook and they skate like that, side by side. Even if there’s a lot of
people around, it’s relaxing. Jimin is doing pretty good at avoiding people. He almost runs into a
little girl but Jungkook grabs his arm in time to make him swerve.

Jimin looks beautiful. His nose is red from the cold and his cheeks are flushed pink from the
effort. He hasn’t stopped smiling since he let go of Jungkook’s hand and Jungkook is no better.
Jimin looks happy and that makes Jungkook’s alpha preen.
“This is fun,” Jimin says over the loud noise of skates and people’s laughter.

“Yeah?” Jungkook smiles. “Is it a good first date so far?”

“It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” Jungkook says. He takes hold of Jimin’s hand and gives it a kiss over his glove.

“You know,” Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s hand, “when I first met you, I didn’t take you for the
cheesy type.”

Jungkook laughs, swerving left and taking Jimin with him to avoid a teenage boy who just fell on
his ass.

“I like how you react every time I say something cheesy,” Jungkook smirks and Jimin frowns.

“How do I react?”

“You blush. Every time.”

“I don’t blush,” Jimin says, shaking his head.

“You’re blushing right now.”

“It’s just the cold that’s making my face red.”

“Sure, baby,” Jungkook smiles. Jimin rolls his eyes at him.

They keep skating, bickering over the smallest things. Jungkook is always nervous when he has
to spend time with Jimin because he’s scared that they won’t have anything to talk about. If
there’s one thing he doesn’t want to do it’s to bore Jimin. He always worries for nothing because
conversation always flows easily. Jimin is a very easy person to talk to. They have similar
senses of humor and are both flirty people which makes for fun conversations.

Jungkook doesn’t think he can ever get bored of and with Jimin. It feels like they’ve known each
other for years sometimes. He feels as comfortable around Jimin as he does around Taehyung,
and he’s known Taehyung for eleven years.

While they don’t run out of things to talk about, there’s something Jungkook has been meaning
to bring up but was too nervous to. They forgot to use a condom last time they had sex. It’s a
pretty fucking important conversation to have and Jungkook doesn’t know when the right time
would be for him to bring it up. He could have talked about it when Jimin visited him at work a
few days ago but it didn’t feel right.

He’s scared of Jimin’s reaction. Taehyung is right, it’s stupid for him to be worried about that.
They’re both two adults that have sex together, it’s normal for him to ask if Jimin’s on the pill. It’s
just a conversation he’s never had to have, he doesn’t know how to go about it. He feels like a
teenage boy who thinks it’s awkward to talk about sex. It’s not awkward, he shouldn’t feel that
way at twenty-one.

There’s probably never gonna be a perfect time to bring it up so Jungkook just decides to go for
it.

“Are you pregnant?”

Jimin’s reaction is instantaneous. He loses his balance and almost falls on his face, arms flying
everywhere. Jungkook gasps and catches him before he hits the ice. He pulls him against his
chest and they crash into the rail. Jimin is squished between Jungkook’s body and the rail but at
least he didn’t fall.

“What the fuck, Jungkook!” Jimin says, turning around to face him. He looks baffled. Jungkook
blinks at him. Everything went so fast he can barely remember what brought them here. “Why
do you say that?!” Jimin frowns, a cute pout on his lips. People are looking at them strangely.

“I didn’t meant it like that,” Jungkook is quick to clarify. He leans back to put more space in
between their bodies. “My choice of words wasn’t the best,” he chuckles and scratches the back
of his head. “What I meant to ask is, actually I’m afraid to ask because it might be too personal.”

Jimin is looking at Jungkook like he has three heads and Jungkook doesn’t blame him. He’s a
stuttering mess, his thoughts are all jumbled up in his brain. He doesn’t know how to say this.
This is going a lot worse than he imagined.

“You can tell me if it’s too personal,” Jungkook says, nodding, “but I’m worried because we didn’t
use protection and I came inside you.” He whispers that last part in case someone is
eavesdropping.

“Oh my god,” Jimin groans and runs his hands over his face.

“A lot,” Jungkook continues and that makes Jimin groan again, “and I knotted you. What if I
have super sperm and you got pregnant after one try?”

“What?”

“I mean it’s not like we tried to get pregnant but, like, are you very fertile?” Jungkook asks. His
eyes widen when he realizes what he just said. Jimin raises an eyebrow at him. “No, wait,”
Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and opens them again, “don’t answer that. That’s way too
personal. I mean not that I wouldn’t be there if you got pregnant. I like to think that I’m a
responsible young alpha, I’d support you and our kid obviously.”

Jimin’s face is just blank at this point, Jungkook can’t tell what he’s thinking. He should stop
talking right now but his thoughts go to dangerous territories. For some reason his brain
conjures up the image of a very pregnant and wet Jimin, legs spread wide open as he takes
Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook blinks and tries to shake the thought away but the images only
multiply.

Jimin waddling around the house with his big belly full of Jungkook’s pups. Jimin begging
Jungkook to breed him, to put more pups in him.

“You’d look so pretty,” Jungkook breathes out. He’s brought out of his thoughts when Jimin hits
him in the chest.

“What the fuck Jungkook,” he has a wild look in his eyes, “I don’t know what you’re thinking
about but stop it!” He whispers yells. “You’re gonna stink up this ice rink with your stupid alpha
pheromones.”

“I think I have a pregnancy kink,” Jungkook deadpans.

“Oh my god.”

“At least I think I do. I’m not sure because I’ve never slept with someone pregnant before but the
idea of you being pregnant gets me all hot and bothered.” Jungkook tries to get a hold of his
scent. He smells horny and Lotte World really isn’t the right place to be horny. “Anyway,” he
says, “are you on the pill? That’s what I meant to ask.”

“You’re a mess, Jungkook,” Jimin says, shaking his head. He doesn’t look offended, he just
looks appalled. Jungkook can work with that.

“I know.”

“I’m not pregnant.”

“Oh,” Jungkook breathes out.

Weirdly enough he feels disappointed. Not about the fact that Jimin’s not pregnant but that he
won’t be able to see a pregnant Jimin. He likes the image of a big bellied Jimin taking his cock
but he doesn’t actually want him to birth an actual baby. Not now at least. Jungkook isn’t ready
to be a dad right now.
“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Jimin crosses his arms over his chest. Oh my god. His chest. Would it grow in
size if he was pregnant? Jungkook really can’t think about that right now.

“So, I don’t have super sperm?”

“I don’t think that’s a thing.”

“I kinda wanted to be a special alpha,” Jungkook pouts. Exhibit A of why he shouldn’t be a dad:
he’s still a child himself.

“Jungkook, baby,” Jimin puts his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders, “please shut the fuck up.”
Jungkook snorts and rolls his eyes at him. He deserves that. “Yeah, I’m on the pill. I’m not
pregnant but I appreciate that you would support me and the child if I were. We are not going to
have a child anytime soon.”

Jungkook’s alpha perks up at the words. Jimin didn’t say they’ll _never_ have a child. He said
not now. Does it mean Jimin would consider having a child with Jungkook someday? The
thought makes him excited.

“You’re not even my boyfriend yet,” Jimin continues, “so please calm down, breathe and stop
thinking about pups.”

“I just think you’d look pretty with a pup in you,” Jungkook pouts. “Can’t a man have fantasies?”

Jimin rolls his eyes at him but he’s smiling fondly. “You can have fantasies. We can do some
role play one day if you’d like, but no real pups.”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook beams, “you’d do that for me? That’s so cute.”

“Sure,” Jimin shrugs. “If dirty talking about breeding me makes you happy then I’m fine with
that.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist and kisses him softly. Their lips are freezing cold
but it doesn’t matter. Jungkook kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose and then his forehead. He
rearranges Jimin’s beanie over his head and Jimin smiles at him.

“You’re the best almost boyfriend ever,” Jungkook says, smiling back.

“Thank you,” Jimin chuckles. “I was worried about us not using a condom because of STDs, not
because of a potential pregnancy.”
“Oh! Right, I didn’t even think of that. We should go get a check up, just in case.”

“Together?” Jimin frowns.

“Sure,” Jungkook nods. “Isn’t that what couples do?”

“I guess,” Jimin laughs. “Okay, we’ll do that. If everything’s okay we’ll be able to have sex
without a condom all the time then.”

“Mmh,” Jungkook pecks his lips, “I like the sound of that.”

Jimin laughs against his lips when Jungkook kisses him again. Jungkook totally forgot they’re in
public and that there’s children around. They should keep things PG. His thoughts definitely
aren’t PG but no one has to know.

“Can we go back to ice skating now?” Jimin asks, a beautiful smile adorning his face.

“One more kiss,” Jungkook says and Jimin indulges him. “Now we can go,” Jungkook smiles.

They break their embrace and Jungkook goes first. He doesn’t go far because he waits for Jimin
who’s struggling. He holds onto the rail and tries to skate away from it, looking for a space in
between the crowd to start skating comfortably. He’s doing pretty good until he lets go of the rail.
He doesn’t bend his knees enough and completely loses his balance. Jungkook tries to skate
back to him to catch him but he’s too late. Jimin falls on his ass.

He’s wincing in pain as people skate past him, completely ignoring him. Falling during ice
skating is a pretty common occurrence. Jungkook stops in front of Jimin and extends his hands.

“Oh my god, no! The baby,” he says. Jimin glares up at him and slaps his hands away.

“I’m not pregnant, stop saying that!”

“I’m talking about you,” Jungkook whines. “You’re the baby.”

Jimin tries to hold back a smile but Jungkook knows. Jimin rolls his eyes at him but he’s
blushing. Jungkook smiles at him and offers his hands again. This time Jimin takes them and
Jungkook helps him up.

“You’re an idiot,” Jimin says, catching himself on Jungkook’s shoulders.

“I’m your idiot.”

“Yeah,” Jimin breathes out, “my idiot.”

He smiles before kissing Jungkook, wrapping his arms around his neck. Jungkook holds onto
his waist. His heart races the way it always does when he’s in Jimin’s arms. All he can smell is
flowers. Feels like home.

Jimin breaks the kiss and rubs their pink noses together. “I think I’m done with ice skating for
today. I’m hungry, can we go get food?”

“Sure,” Jungkook nods. “Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”

“My butt hurts,” Jimin pouts, rubbing his sore cheeks.

“You’re used to having a sore butt, you’ll be fine.”

“Hey!” Jimin hits his chest and Jungkook laughs. “It’s not the good kind of sore.”

“That’s a shame. I can change that if you want,” Jungkook smirks.

“No,” Jimin deadpans. “I want food.”

“A demanding baby, I see.”

“You already knew that, it can’t be a surprise,” Jimin smiles.

Jungkook takes his hand and guides him out of the rink. The door isn’t too far, it only takes them
a few seconds.

“You’re right, it’s not,” Jungkook says. He gets out first and then Jimin. He doesn’t let go of him
even though Jimin doesn’t need him to walk. “I like it.”

“I know,” Jimin says as he sits on the bench. He bends down to unlace his skates. “I’m lucky.”

Jungkook smiles even though Jimin isn’t looking at him. “So am I.”

Jimin sits up to kiss Jungkook’s cheek before unlacing his second skate. Jungkook’s heart skips
a beat. He’s still not used to Jimin being so affectionate. Before they confessed to each other,
Jimin used to be quite cold. He was only affectionate when they had sex.

Jungkook loves it. He loves that Jimin kisses him so often, he loves that he wants to hold his
hand, he loves that he shows Jungkook he wants to spend time with him. Jungkook feels
appreciated and he’s happy the relationship isn’t one-sided. He thought Jimin would be a lot
more weary and still cold at first, but he looks ready to embrace happiness. That makes
Jungkook so happy.
It doesn’t take long for them to put their shoes back on and give their skates back. They leave
the ice rink area and head to the Lotte World mall to find food. They take their gloves off and
Jimin is quick to take Jungkook’s hand. Jimin’s hand is freezing cold in Jungkook’s warm one.
Jungkook sandwiches his hand in between his and rubs it to warm it up.

“Thank you,” Jimin smiles at him. Jungkook’s answer is to kiss the back of his hand.

“What do you want to eat?”

“I want ramen.”

“Ramen it is then.”

They quickly find what they’re looking for. Jungkook pays for their food and this time Jimin
doesn’t complain. They take their trays and sit at a table. They take off their coats and don’t
waste anymore time before digging in. Jungkook didn’t realize how much he was starving.

“This is good,” Jimin says around a mouthful of ramen. He looks adorable with his round
cheeks.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You didn’t hurt your back?”

“I’m fine, Jungkook,” Jimin smiles. He pats Jungkook’s hand. “The baby’s fine too,” he says,
rubbing a hand over his flat belly.

“Shut up,” Jungkook chuckles, rolling his eyes. “What do you want to do next?”

“What about you? What do you want to do?”

“I’m happy just being with you.”

Jimin grins at him, fondness written all over his face. His scent sweetens which means he’s
pleased. Jungkook’s alpha preens.

“That’s really sweet,” Jimin says. “I’m happy just being with you too.”

“I feel like we should do more. I said I’d make it the best first date ever but all we’ve done is ice
skate and eat,” Jungkook pouts.

“I think it’s a perfect date, babe. We could be watching a movie at your place and it’d be
perfect,” Jimin shrugs before taking another bite of his ramen. He frowns when Jungkook is just
beaming at him. “What?”
“I like that you call me babe. I didn’t think you’d like pet names. Apart from daddy of course,”
Jungkook smirks.

“I’m never calling you that again.”

“Why not?” Jungkook whines. “You seemed to enjoy it.”

“It was okay.”

“You literally squirted all over my dick that day.”

Jimin chokes on his ramen, coughing loudly. Jungkook has to get up to pat him on the back. It
takes him a good five minutes to calm down. Jungkook should work on his brain-to-mouth filter.

“You’re so annoying,” Jimin says. He coughs again. “Don’t say shit like that when I’m eating.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook shrugs. “I’m just saying though, you did.”

“I like pet names,” Jimin changes the subject. “It’s cute. I like when you call me baby.”

“I know I’ve noticed.”

Jimin smiles at him. “Where should we go on our second date?”

“You’re already thinking about our second date?

“Well, yeah.”

“Wow, this first date is going really well,” Jungkook smirks. “I think I’m going to get the boy.”

“You already have the boy,” Jimin chuckles.

“True,” Jungkook beams. He still can’t believe he does. “How about the moon for our second
date?”

“Okay,” Jimin says like it’s the most normal thing ever.

“Would you really go to the moon with me?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods.

“Aw, baby,” Jungkook coos, leaning over the table to squish Jimin’s cheeks.
Jimin pushes Jungkook’s hands away. “Don’t do that.”

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook smiles. “Absolutely adorable.”

Jimin sighs heavily and shakes his head but he’s holding back a smile. He may act annoyed
with Jungkook but Jungkook can tell he enjoys all the attention and the affection. Jimin hasn’t
been doted on in years, it must be strange for him when Jungkook does it. Jungkook wants to
spoil him with affection.

Jungkook’s never been a particularly affectionate person but with Jimin, it’s like he can’t help it.
He needs to touch and feel him in some way. Most of it comes from his alpha instincts. Alphas
are naturally protective and are the most pleased when they please their omegas.

Jungkook used to satisfy that part of his instincts with sex, every time he took good care of the
omegas he slept with. He does it with Taehyung too, whenever his best friend feels sad or is in
trouble, Jungkook goes into alpha mode until Taehyung is okay again.

Jimin is special. He’s his omega now and his alpha is hyper aware of his mood. He notices
every little change in his scent and his own mood is affected by Jimin’s.

Jimin is happy right now so Jungkook is happy.

“I don’t know what we’ll do for our second date but I already can’t wait to spend more time with
you,” Jungkook says.

“You’re a clingy alpha.”

“You’re clingy too.”

“I’m not,” Jimin frowns.

“You couldn’t take your hands off of me when we ate lunch together last time.”

“Are you kidding?” Jimin scoffs. “That was you.”

“It was both of us.”

“That’s a lie but okay,” Jimin says. “I can cook you dinner if you want.”

“At your place?”

“Yeah, I’m a good cook.”

Jungkook’s alpha is strangely pleased by that. It’s probably a very primal thing. His omega can
take care of him too. That’s nice. Jungkook is pleased that Jimin’s okay with inviting him over
now. He should invite Jimin over too, to show him his new space. Not that he has a room of his
own or anything, he sleeps on Taehyung’s couch, but shouldn’t his (almost) boyfriend see where
he lives?

Jungkook would love to introduce Jimin to Taehyung. The two would probably get along really
well. Maybe a little too well. They might forget all about Jungkook and elope. Maybe he
shouldn’t introduce them.

“That sounds great,” Jungkook says. “I haven’t had a homemade meal in so long. Tae and I
can’t cook. I think the last time I had one was when I visited my parents in Busan last summer.”

“What are they like?”

“My parents?” Jungkook is surprised by the question. They’ve never talked about that before.

“Yeah. Do you get along well?”

“I guess,” Jungkook shrugs, stirring his ramen absentmindedly. “I don’t call them as often as I
should. They’re pretty normal parents. They’re nice people.”

“Do you tell them about your life?” Jimin sounds hesitant. He’s looking down at his food.

“I didn’t tell them about you if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh,” there’s disappointment in Jimin’s scent which surprises Jungkook.

Is that something he’s been thinking about? Does he want Jungkook to tell his parents?
Jungkook hasn’t because until a few weeks ago they were only fuck buddies and Jungkook
doesn’t talk about his sex life with his parents, that’s for sure. It’s surprising that Jimin, who’s
scared of relationships, would be disappointed in the fact Jungkook hasn’t talked about him to
his parents. That’s like next level commitment.

“Not that I don’t want to,” Jungkook says. “In time, I will. As I said, I don’t call them often, but if
my mom asked if I had someone in my life right now then I’d tell her I have you. Since, we’re
getting pretty serious. Do you want me to tell them?”

“It’s not that,” Jimin looks up, sighing. “I’m just scared I guess.”

“About what?” Jungkook frowns.

“Of what they’ll think of me since I’m older than you. Much older.”

“You’re not that old, Jimin,” Jungkook says, shaking his head.

“Maybe,” Jimin shrugs, “but I’m still older, and I have a kid. I’m not really the ideal partner for
their son.”

Jungkook has never really thought about it. He didn’t think that their age difference was
something Jimin’s insecure about. To him, it doesn’t make any difference. He likes Jimin and
with time he’ll learn to like Haewon too. He doesn’t care about what other people think of their
relationship. Which is surprising for a people pleaser like Jungkook.

“They won’t care,” Jungkook says. “They care about my happiness and I’m happy with you.
That’s all that matters to them.”

“I wish it was that easy,” Jimin smiles bitterly.

“It is,” Jungkook takes Jimin’s hand and intertwines their fingers over the table. “Look, we’re not
there yet. I know you can’t help but think about all the ways this relationship can go wrong but
believe me when I say I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispers. He’s looking at their hands.

“Don’t apologize about your feelings, Jimin. It’s okay to be scared,” Jungkook smiles at him and
Jimin smiles back. “Wanna know what I’m scared of?” Jimin nods. “I’m scared I’ll never be good
enough for you.”

“That’s not true,” Jimin frowns, squeezing Jungkook’s hand.

“Maybe but that’s how I feel right now,” Jungkook shrugs. “It doesn’t mean that I won’t try and it
doesn’t mean that I’m not happy with you. It’s just what it is.”

“So, we’re both scared, is what you’re saying?”

“Exactly.”

“That actually,” Jimin licks his lips, “it actually helps. Knowing that it’s not just me.”

“I know, it’s always less scary when we aren’t alone,” Jungkook smiles.

Jimin stares at him the same way he always does when Jungkook says things like this. When
they confessed to each other, Jimin said it felt like Jungkook was in his brain sometimes
because he knows exactly how he feels. Jungkook’s sense of empathy is definitely stronger
than he thought but he’s no mentalist. He’s just very attuned to Jimin for some reason.

“I know I say that a lot,” Jimin says, “but you’re amazing.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty awesome,” Jungkook leans back in his chair, a cocky expression on his face.
He yelps when Jimin kicks him in the shin, rubbing at the sore spot.

“Stop boasting and finish eating,” he points at Jungkook’s ramen with his chopsticks.

“Yes, mom,” Jungkook smirks when Jimin groans. “What about your parents? Do you get
along?” He asks before taking a bite of his food.

“It’s complicated,” Jimin sighs. “It’s a conversation for another day.”

“Got it,” Jungkook says. He won’t push. Jimin will tell him when he’s ready.

They smile at each other and quickly finish eating. They clear their table and decide to call it a
day. Jimin has to pick Haewon up from Seokjin’s in an hour. They walk to the parking lot and get
into Jimin’s car to drive back to Taehyung’s apartment.

“Do you have your licence?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah, I just don’t have a car.”

“No car, no apartment. You’re a real catch,” Jimin jokes and it makes Jungkook laugh. “At least
you have a nice dick.”

“That’s really all I need to get by.”

“Exactly,” Jimin points at himself, “that’s how you got yourself a sugar daddy.”

“Shouldn’t you give me money if I’m your sugar baby? I just paid for your food. I think we’re
doing this whole thing wrong,” Jungkook frowns.

“You didn’t score a very rich sugar daddy, I’m afraid. But at least I’m young and hot.”

“You’re definitely hot,” Jungkook nods, “I don’t know about young though.” That earns him a slap
on the shoulder.

“At least I’m not wrinkly,” he glares and points at Jungkook menacingly when he opens his
mouth to deny it. “Don’t you dare.”

“I got myself a bossy sugar daddy. A bossy power bottom.”

“I haven’t been very power bottom-ish with you,” Jimin frowns.

“Are you usually?” Jungkook turns to look at him.

“I’ve never really tried but I’m not opposed to the idea.”

“Yeah, me neither. I love that idea a lot. It’d be so hot if you told me what to do and rode me into
the mattress. I’m getting horny just thinking about it,” Jungkook pretends to fan himself and it
makes Jimin laugh.

“That actually sounds nice.”

“Wanna pull over and do it?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows.

“We’re in the middle of Seoul, there’s no way I can pull over.”

“That sucks,” Jungkook pouts. “How are we ever gonna have spontaneous car sex?”

“If we ever go on a road trip.”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook puts his hands over his heart, “are you asking me on a romantic
couple’s weekend away?”

“I might be your sugar daddy but I don’t actually have a beach house we can go to.”

“I want a new sugar daddy then.”

“Shut up,” Jimin laughs, shoving Jungkook against the passenger seat window.

Comfortable silence settle over the car. The sun is slowly setting, casting an orange glow over
the bustling city. The radio is playing softly, the car smells like them. It smells like Haewon too,
there’s a hint of peach that’s always mixed with Jimin’s scent. The car smells nice, it smells like
love and happiness.

“I’m kidding by the way,” Jimin says after a while. “You are a catch.”

“I know you’re kidding, baby,” Jungkook smiles. It’s so sweet that Jimin wants to make sure
Jungkook knows.

They drive for five more minutes before they arrive to Taehyung’s apartment. Jimin stops the car
and smiles at Jungkook. He looks so beautiful with his warm brown eyes and plump pink lips.
Jungkook doesn’t want to leave him. He wants to take Jimin upstairs and make love to him.
Wants to kiss every inch of his body and take care of him until he’s worn out and sated.

“Don’t do that,” Jimin whispers.

“Do what?”

“Your scent.”

Jungkook smirks and leans over the console until their faces are only a few inches away. Jimin
doesn’t lean back. Jungkook brush their noses together and then their lips. Jimin’s lips feel soft
and when Jungkook kisses him they taste sweet. Jungkook can’t control his scent, not when
he’s around Jimin.

Jungkook cups one side of Jimin’s face and tilts his head to deepen the kiss. He licks at Jimin’s
bottom lip and groans into the kiss when his scent turns sweeter. It’s intoxicating how good he
smells. Jungkook wants to drown in it, he wants to consume Jimin whole. He wants to feel every
inch of his body against his, wants to kiss and claim.

Jimin buries his hands in Jungkook’s hair and whimpers when Jungkook sucks on his tongue.
Jungkook grips his waist harder than he means to but it makes Jimin moan. Jungkook doesn’t
know how long they kiss but it’s getting really warm in the car, so warm the windows are starting
to fog. Jungkook’s hands are under Jimin’s shirt and Jimin’s darling moans go straight to his
cock.

Jungkook is about to grope Jimin’s ass when a knock on the window interrupts them. They
quickly break apart and look for the source of the disturbance. It’s Taehyung.

“For fucks sake,” Jungkook groans.

“Oh my god,” Jimin pushes Jungkook away and rearranges himself as best as he can.

Jungkook leans over the console again and opens the car door on Jimin’s side. A cold breeze
seeps into the car and makes them shiver.

“Not to be a cockblocker but you’ve offended a lot of passersby with your steamy make out
session,” Taehyung says. He’s leaning against the car door and smirking. “Hi, I’m Taehyung,” he
bows to Jimin.

“Oh!” Jimin’s eyes widen. He hurries out of the car, tugging on his shirt to make himself look
presentable and bows at Taehyung. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jimin.”

Jungkook groans one last time and gets out of the car as well. His half chub is already gone but
he’s still very much horny.
“You’re even prettier up close,” Taehyung says.

“Up close?” Jimin frowns. “You’ve seen me before?”

“Jungkook and I hid behind a bush once to observe you. You were talking to Yoongi hyung and
Jungkook was freaking out.”

“Taehyung,” Jungkook warns. He walks around the car and Jimin has a shit eating grin on his
face.

“Jealous?” he asks.

“I wasn’t jealous,” Jungkook denies.

“He was totally jealous,” Taehyung says. Jungkook glares at him.

“You know Yoongi?” Jimin asks Taehyung. Jungkook wraps his arm around his waist.

“Kind of,” Taehyung shrugs, “I visit his pet shop a lot.” Jimin nods. “How was your date?”

“Really good,” Jimin answers, beaming. “He treats me well,” he turns to Jungkook and wraps his
own arm around his waist.

“He’s a good boy,” Taehyung nods. “I raised him well.” It makes Jimin laugh.

“He is.”

“If you guys want the apartment to yourselves,” Taehyung points to the building behind him, “I
can just go visit a friend for a little while. I didn’t mean to interrupt your date.”

Jimin’s eyes widen and he looks at Jungkook like he doesn’t know what to say. Jungkook smiles
at him and kisses the side of his head.

“Thanks Tae but Jimin has to go pick up his daughter.”

“Oh, Haewon, right?” Taehyung asks and Jimin nods. “Do you have a picture of her I’d love to
see what she looks like, I love kids.”

“Really?” Jimin sounds shy but his scent is filled with joy. It makes Jungkook smiles. “Okay. I
actually have a lot of pictures.”

“Show me,” Taehyung says excitedly. He walks to Jimin’s other side to look at his phone.
Jungkook’s whole world is right here. His best friend in the entire world and the man of his
dreams are cooing over pictures of Haewon. Jungkook’s chest fills with warmth. He feels so
happy right now. Jimin’s laughing at something Taehyung says and Taehyung throws Jungkook
a glance that means _“I like him”_.

Jungkook knew they would get along. Taehyung is very good at making friends and at making
people feel comfortable. When Jungkook met Hoseok he felt nervous but the older alpha
instantly made him feel at ease. There’s no anxiety in Jimin’s scent, he seems perfectly fine.

It means the world to Jungkook that the two most important people in his life get along. He’s
grateful for Taehyung. He’s grateful that he’s being so nice to Jimin when he’s usually weary of
the people Jungkook hangs out with. He’s the protective type too and he’s seen Jungkook get
hurt by people before.

He knows that Jimin is very important to Jungkook and he’s treating him like a friend already.
Jungkook is lucky to have such a supportive friend.

Jungkook stands to the side and simply smiles at them. They talk for a good five minutes before
Jimin looks at the time on his phone.

“I really have to go now,” Jimin sounds disappointed. “It was really nice to meet you Taehyung.”

“You too, Jimin,” Taehyung says. Jimin startles when Taehyung hugs him but he recovers
quickly, wrapping his arms around his waist. “Can I ask Jungkook for your number? I’d love to
keep in touch,” Taehyung says when they seperate.

“Sure,” Jimin nods and smiles at him.

“Okay, well, I’ll leave you guys to it.”

Taehyung winks at Jungkook and waves at Jimin before heading inside the building. Jungkook
shakes his head before wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist. Jimin smiles up at him and
wraps his arms around his neck.

“He’s really nice. I can see why he’s your best friend,” Jimin says.

“I can tell he likes you.”

“He’s very handsome too.”

“Are you jealous?” Jungkook smirks.

“No, I’m just saying. Maybe I’m into omegas after all.”

“Hey now,” Jungkook pouts, “don’t leave me for my best friend.”

“I like you too much to leave you.”

Jungkook hums and kisses Jimin. Jimin smiles into the kiss and strokes the back of Jungkook’s
head. Jungkook doesn’t want to let him go, he wants to keep him in his arms forever.

They stare at each other in silence, none of them is willing to burst their perfect little bubble.
Time feels so short when he’s with Jimin. It’s always hard to say goodbye even when they know
they’ll see each other again.

It’s hard for Jungkook to believe that Jimin is his now. He’s all his. All his to spoil, to kiss, to
touch. Well, unofficially he is.

Now is the perfect time to change that.

“Hey,” Jungkook whispers as he rubs their noses together.

“Mmh?” Jimin’s eyes are closed, he looks peaceful.

“Be my boyfriend.”

Jimin’s eyes flutter open and Jungkook can’t tell what he’s thinking. Jimin stares at him for way
too long, Jungkook can feel his heart beating in his throat.

“Took you long enough,” Jimin says. He smirks at Jungkook.

“You’re a dickhead,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and tries to push him away but Jimin tightens his
grip around his neck.

“You can’t call your boyfriend a dickhead.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Me,” Jimin whines. He peppers kisses all over Jungkook’s face. Jungkook tries to struggle
against his hold but he’s not _really_ trying. “Give your boyfriend a kiss.”

Jungkook groans before grabbing Jimin’s thighs and lifting him off of the floor. Jimin releases a
surprised yelp and wraps his legs around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook pushes him against the
car and catches his lips into a heady kiss. Jimin melts in Jungkook’s arms, moaning against his
lips.
Jungkook slides his tongue in Jimin’s mouth and gropes his ass. If he could he’d fuck him right
here, out in the open for everyone to see. Instead, he kisses him harder and pours all of his
feelings into it. Jimin drives him crazy, everything he does. He wants him so bad it hurts, even
when he has him it hurts how much he wants him. He’s _his, his, his._

No one else can have him.

Jungkook bites on Jimin’s bottom lip and growls _“Mine”_ against his mouth. Jimin whimpers
and tugs on Jungkook’s hair. He kisses Jungkook harder, pouring his own feelings into the kiss.
Jungkook can tell how desperate he is to feel him too. It’s in the way he hugs Jungkook closer to
his chest, in the way he sucks on Jungkook’s tongue and in the way he smells like he’s ready to
take his alpha’s cock.

Jungkook has to fight his alpha instincts not to rip Jimin’s jeans off and slide his cock into his
wet heat.

Jungkook squeezes Jimin’s ass one last time before wrapping his arms around his waist. He
sucks on Jimin’s bottom lip and then breaks the kiss. Jimin chases after his lips, whining in the
back of his throat. It makes Jungkook’s dick twitch.

“Alpha,” Jimin whispers. Jungkook’s breath gets caught in his throat. “Alpha.” Jimin desperately
tries to connect their lips again but Jungkook turns his head to the side. Jimin’s scent turns
distressed.

“Shh, omega,” Jungkook rubs his nose against Jimin’s cheek to soothe him. “My gorgeous
omega.”

“Kiss,” Jimin whines into Jungkook’s ear. He sounds so fucking sweet, Jungkook wants to ravish
him.

Jungkook shushes him and runs his hands up and down his back. He holds his omega until he
stops whining, until his heartbeat slows down to a normal pace. The distress in his scent slowly
seeps away to be replaced by contentedness. Jimin rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder,
arms loose around his neck. He starts purring against Jungkook’s chest when Jungkook nuzzles
into his scent gland.

Jungkook scents him until he comes back to himself. Jimin peppers kisses up Jungkook’s neck
until he reaches his ear.

“Mine,” he whispers. It makes Jungkook shiver.

“Yours.”
Jungkook holds him for a little bit longer just because he can. Then he moves away from the car
and puts Jimin back on the floor. He doesn’t let go of him, arms still wrapped around his waist.
Jimin connects their foreheads and closes his eyes.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he breathes out.

“Me neither,” Jungkook hugs him tighter. “I want you so bad.”

Jimin smiles and opens his eyes. “You have me.”

“I don’t want you to leave.”

“I know,” Jimin strokes Jungkook’s cheek with reverence. “I don’t want to leave you either.”

Jungkook breathes Jimin in before kissing his forehead. He slowly unwraps his arms from his
waist, putting distance between their bodies. His alpha doesn’t like that. He’s clawing at
Jungkook’s skin to get his hands on Jimin again.

“I should go,” Jimin says reluctantly. He smiles at Jungkook. “Your hair is a mess.”

Jungkook runs a hand through it. “Whose fault is that?”

Jimin laughs and rearranges Jungkook’s hair until it looks normal again. Jungkook cups his face
and kisses him on the lips.

“Text me when you get home.”

“Okay, I will,” Jimin nods.

“Okay.”

Jungkook laughs before pushing Jimin in the driver’s seat. “Go now.”

“Alright, alright,” Jimin nods. He closes the door and opens the window instead. He turns the
ignition on and looks at Jungkook.

“Goodbye boyfriend,” he beams.

“And I’m the cheesy one?”

“Goodbye ex-boyfriend.”

Jungkook laughs and sticks his head inside the car to peck Jimin’s lips. “Goodbye baby.”

Jimin smiles at him one last time before leaving. Jungkook stands there until he can’t see the
car anymore, heart fluttering in his chest. It takes him a good five minutes to realize he’s
standing in the middle of the sidewalk with stupid smile on his face.

He walks inside Taehyung’s apartment building and takes the elevator. He can’t stop thinking
about Jimin. His scent is all over him, his lips are sore from all the kissing and he can still feel
the ghost of Jimin’s body on his hands.

Jungkook enters the apartment and takes off his shoes and coat. Taehyung is in the kitchen.
The counter is full of snacks and drinks.

“Whoa,” Jungkook says, “are we having a movie night?”

“You stink,” Taehyung scrunches his nose up when he says it.

“Thanks,” Jungkook leans against the counter. “What’s all this?”

“My survival kit.”

“Your what?” Jungkook frowns.

“It’s for my heat. It’s gonna hit some time next week so I’m getting ready.”

Jungkook has been so busy with life that he forgot Taehyung’s heat is approaching. He’s usually
the one who buys him his favorite snacks and makes sure he has everything he needs in his
room.

“Can I do something to help?”

“No, I’m all set,” Taehyung smiles. “Just… obviously you can’t be here during my heat. I don’t
mean to kick you out but,” he scratches the back of his head, “you’re gonna have to find
somewhere to stay for a few days.”

“That’s fine,” Jungkook gives him a reassuring smile. “I’ll figure something out, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? I can ask one of my friends if you can crash at their place. They won’t mind.”

“No, no, seriously I’ll be fine Tae. I don’t wanna bother your friends.”
“I feel bad.”

“Don’t,” Jungkook walks up to him and wraps an arm around his shoulders, “you’re already kind
enough to let me stay here. I’ll figure something out. Don’t worry about me, focus on getting
ready for your heat, okay?”

“Okay,” Taehyung sighs but he still looks worried.

Jungkook doesn’t really know where he’s gonna stay for a week but he doesn’t want his friend
to worry. Heats are hard enough as they are, Taehyung needs to be relaxed and comfortable.
Jungkook doesn’t want to be a burden.

He’ll figure something out and if it means sleeping outside for a week, then so be it.

…………&…………

Jungkook sighs when he looks at the little money he has left in his bank account.

When he moved in with Taehyung, Taehyung refused to let him pay part of the rent. Jungkook
refused to stay there without paying for anything so they compromised. Jungkook pays for their
food every month.

He doesn’t get paid for another week and right now he’s a little short on money which he needs
to pay for a hotel room. Taehyung’s heat can last up to five days which means he’d have to pay
for four or five nights. That shit is more expensive than he thought.

He’s been browsing the internet for the past three days, looking for the cheapest option but he
still hasn’t settled on one.

Jungkook slumps on his bench. He has an art class in thirty minutes so he’s just waiting in front
of the arts building. Taehyung went home already so Jungkook is alone and bored. He’s also
worried because if he can’t pay for a hotel then he really will have to stay out in the streets.

Jungkook jumps when his phone vibrates in his hand. He smiles when he sees the caller ID. It’s
Jimin.

“Hello.”

_“Hey,”_ Jimin’s voice is so soft and pretty it makes Jungkook shiver.

They haven’t seen each other since their date but they’ve been texting non stop. Jungkook can
feel the withdrawals already. He needs to see and touch Jimin soon otherwise he’ll go insane.

“Are you done with work already?”

_“No, I have a fifteen minutes break, I thought I’d call you.”_

“Shouldn’t you be resting?”

_“Are you complaining?”_

“No, I love talking to my baby,” Jungkook smirks. Jimin chuckles. “I miss you.”

_“We talk every day.”_

“Still, I miss your kisses.”

_“I do give good kisses,”_ Jimin says. Jungkook can hear the smile in his voice.

“The best.”

_“What are you up to?”_

Jungkook sighs heavily. He hasn’t told Jimin that Taehyung’s heat is coming up and that he’s
looking for a place to stay. Not that he has anything to hide but he doesn’t want to worry him. He
wanted to tell him when he figured something out. So far, he’s just omitted to say it to Jimin but
now that Jimin’s asking him what he’s doing, he can’t lie. He doesn’t want to lie.

“I was looking for a hotel.”

_“A hotel?”_ Jimin sounds confused. _“Are you planning a romantic date or something?”_

“I wish,” Jungkook sighs. “Taehyung’s heat is close so I have to be out of the apartment for a
few days.”

_“Oh,”_ Jimin says. _“How close is it?”_

“Like, pretty fucking close. It could hit at any moment this week.”

_“You’re staying with him now? Even during his pre-heat?”_

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles, “it hasn’t been the best few days because he’s moody but he says
he doesn’t mind me being there. I still have to find a place to stay as quick as possible.”

Jimin doesn’t say anything for a little while. Long enough for Jungkook to worry.

“Jimin?”

_“Sorry,”_ Jimin clears his throat but he doesn’t say anything else.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook frowns when Jimin sighs. Jungkook wishes he could see him right
now, he’d instantly know what’s wrong.

_“My omega isn’t very happy,”_ Jimin mumbles. It’s so quiet Jungkook can barely hear him.

“What?”

_“My omega’s bothered by the fact you’re staying with another omega in pre-heat.”_

“Oh.”

_“Yeah,”_ Jimin whispers. _“I know it’s nothing. I know nothing will happen but my omega hates
it.”_

Weirdly enough, heat starts to pool in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach. His alpha is very pleased
by the admission. His omega is jealous. It’s both cute and sexy.

“Okay,” Jungkook nods, “alright, well, I’ll book a hotel for tonight.”

_“What?”_ Jimin sounds surprised. _“No, Jungkook, don’t. It doesn’t matter if my omega is
jealous, you don’t have to stay at a hotel just because of that.”_

“It matters to me,” Jungkook smiles. “I don’t wanna upset my omega.”

_“Jungkook,”_ Jimin sighs.

“Look, I have to find a hotel anyway so it’s whatever.”

_“You can stay at my place.”_

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat. He never expected Jimin to say that. He never even considered
staying at Jimin’s place. He doesn’t want to impose himself on him. He can’t believe Jimin just
said that.

“Wait, what?”
_“Stay with me.”_

“I can’t, Jimin,” Jungkook shakes his head.

_“Why not? There’s room at my place, it’s not a problem.”_

“What about Haewon? Wouldn’t she be confused?”

_“I mean,”_ Jimin says, _“we have friends over all the time, it’s not a big deal.”_

He doesn’t sound very convincing which is just another reason to say no. Jimin is way too
generous.

“Well, we’re not really friends, are we?” Jungkook says. Jimin hums. “And she knows that. It’s
too much, Jimin, I can’t accept.”

_“Are you saying no because you’re scared of Haewon?”_

“What?” Jungkook scoffs. “Me? Scared of Haewon? Never.”

_“You’re terrified of her.”_

“No, I’m not,” Jungkook is pouting.

_“She likes you, you know.”_

“Does she? Does she really? You’re just making shit up now.”

_“I’m not,”_ Jimin laughs. _“She asks about you a lot, because your scent is on me all the time.
She won’t mind. I don’t mind. Please, babe. Let me do this for you.”_

Jungkook sighs heavily. How can he say no to that?

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a hundred percent sure? I don’t want you to feel obligated to let me stay with you. I
know we’re boyfriends and all but I’m not expecting anything from you.”

_“I know that, angel,”_ Jimin says. Jungkook almost gasps at the pet name. _“I’m offering
because I want to. Stop being so difficult.”_
“Okay.”

_“Okay?”_

“Yeah, okay, I’ll stay at your place during Tae’s heat.”

_“Good,”_ Jimin sounds overjoyed, it makes Jungkook smile. _“I’ll pick you up after work,
then.”_

“Alright,” Jungkook nods. “My class is gonna start soon, baby, I have to go.”

_“Yeah, my break is over, I have to go too. See you later, babe.”_

“Thank you, Jimin. I really appreciate it.”

_“Anything for you.”_

“Bye, baby,” Jungkook smiles.

_“Bye.”_

Jungkook hangs up and sighs. So, he definitely figured something out. He won’t sleep in the
streets. He’s going to sleep at his boyfriend’s house. Where he lives with his daughter.
Jungkook feels even more nervous now than he did when he was looking at hotel rooms prices.

And yet, he’s never been more excited about something in his life.

Notes for the Chapter:

> Jimin and Jungkook are in for a very interesting week!

8. Chapter 8

Notes for the Chapter:

> I'm so sorry for the long wait!! I've been struggling with writing so much lately but I hope this
long chapter makes up for it! Thank you so much for your patience. Enjoy ♥

When Jungkook opens the front door of Taehyung’s apartment the first thing that hits Jimin is
the intense smell of vanilla all over his alpha.

It doesn’t sit well with his omega.

When he enters the apartment, the smell gets worse. It’s everywhere, it’s disgustingly sweet and
sets every nerve in Jimin’s body on fire. It’s anger, jealousy, possessiveness. He hates that
Jungkook lives here, that he spends time with an omega in pre-heat. Jimin has to stop himself
from dragging his alpha out of the apartment. They’ll be gone soon enough anyway, Jungkook
just has to pack his bag and they’ll leave.

Jimin breathes in and reels his omega in. He has to calm down. He knows Taehyung isn’t a
threat. He shouldn’t feel jealous but all he wants to do right now is to dig his teeth in Taehyung’s
neck to assert dominance. He won’t because he’s not feral and can control his omega instincts.
He thinks.

“Jimin?” Jungkook calls.

“Yeah?”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods. “I’m fine,” he lies.

Jungkook smiles at him before pecking him on the lips. Jimin smiles back but it feels forced.

“Is Taehyung home?” Jimin asks.

“Not yet.”

That actually calms Jimin down. The omega in pre-heat isn’t here to challenge him for his alpha.
The smell of vanilla is still too strong, he hates it. Jimin tries to distract himself by looking around
the apartment. It’s pretty small but it looks comfortable. It’s exactly what you’d expect a college
student’s apartment to be like. It reminds Jimin of the apartment he used to share with Hoseok.
It was a little bit bigger and could actually accommodate two people.

There’s a pillow and blankets on the couch and Jungkook’s stuff tucked away in a corner of the
living room. Jimin didn’t know about this. When Jungkook told him he lived with Taehyung, he
stupidly thought that Jungkook had his own room, but he doesn’t. He’s sleeping on the couch.
He feels bad for not knowing about it. Jungkook is his boyfriend, isn’t he supposed to know
these things?
It’s strange because he knows Jungkook is younger than him, he knows that he’s a college
student, but seeing the messy couch and living room, the pile of clothes thrown on a gym bag
and the school books sitting on the coffee table, reminds him of how different Jungkook’s life is
from his.

It makes him nervous and reminds him of why he still has doubts about his relationship with
Jungkook. Can they actually make it work? Jungkook doesn’t even have a place of his own, he
only has a part-time job, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do after college. All of these
uncertainties are scary to Jimin because he’s used to controlling everything.

It scares him, but it scares him less than it used to. It’s progress. He likes Jungkook, he cares
about him and he believes Jungkook can become anything that he wants to be. He wants to
support Jungkook as best as he can but he remembers how hard his college years were.
Twenty-one year old Jimin would have never been able to balance his college life and his love
life, especially not if he was in a relationship with someone older and who had a kid.

Jungkook is different though, Jungkook isn’t Jimin. He’s stronger. Jimin shouldn’t judge
Jungkook’s life choices when he, himself, got pregnant at twenty-one, while he was still in
college. Jungkook is an adult, he can make his own decisions. That’s what Jimin learned
recently. He can’t control other people’s choices, so if Jungkook chooses to be with Jimin, and
Jimin wants to be with Jungkook, there’s nothing he can do about it. There’s nothing he wants to
do about it either.

“Tae’s heats usually last 4 to 5 days and I won’t be able to come back here, so I gotta make sure
I have everything,” Jungkook mumbles, more to himself than Jimin.

He’s putting clothes in his gym bag, looking around for anything he might need during his week
at Jimin’s. He has a frown on his face and his lips are parted in concentration. He looks
adorable, Jimin wants to kiss him. Instead, he grabs Jungkook’s backpack.

“Will you need all of your school books?” Jimin asks. Jungkook turns to him. “Should I put them
in your backpack?”

“Yes, please.”

Jimin smiles at him before picking up an economy book. Jimin makes a face at it, reminded of
how much he hated this subject at school. There’s papers scattered all over the table, Jimin
doesn’t know which ones are important so he decides to put them all in Jungkook’s bag.

It looks like a disorganized mess but Jungkook probably knows exactly where everything is.
When Jimin’s done, the backpack full of books is heavy. He sets it on the couch and looks
around to look for other things to pack. His eyes land on Jungkook’s camera equipment next to
the small TV. It looks as impressive and expensive as the first time Jimin saw it in Jungkook’s
frat room. It looks like it hasn’t been used in a while though. The photographs that once were on
Jungkook’s bedroom wall are nowhere to be seen.

“Should I take snacks?” Jungkook asks once he’s done packing his bag.

“I have food at home, you know,” Jimin smiles, walking to him.

He wraps his arms around his waist and kisses him on the lips. It’s like they can’t help it, they
always have to touch or kiss each other. There’s a magnetic pull that brings their bodies
together everywhere they are. Jimin feels like there’s also a magnetic pull that brought their
souls together, that they were meant to find each other.

“Yeah, but I should bring snacks for Haewon. It’ll be like a peace offering.”

“Why? Are you at war with my daughter?” Jimin smiles.

“I don’t think she likes me much.”

“I told you she likes you.”

“Well, she still scares me,” Jungkook shrugs and kisses Jimin’s forehead. “She’s intimidating,
you know.”

“Yeah, she’s my daughter,” Jimin smirks. It makes Jungkook scoff.

“You’re raising a little monster.”

“I think I’m raising an alpha.”

“Alphas aren’t monsters,” Jungkook says, bumping their noses together.

“Debatable.”

Jungkook laughs, “You’re right though. She has all the qualities to become an alpha.”

“I just can’t seem to escape alphas apparently,” Jimin smiles, tightening his hold around
Jungkook’s waist.

“Mmh,” Jungkook says against his lips, “poor baby.”

Jimin is giggling into the kiss when the sound of the digital lock being opened interrupts them.
Taehyung sighs heavily when he enters the apartment. He takes his shoes off and throws his
bag on the floor. He looks exhausted and cranky. Jimin can relate to that and he feels bad for
being angry at him earlier.

Pre-heat is a bitch. Omegas get mood swings, always feel too hot, they’re hungry and needy all
the time. It’s worse when they don’t have an alpha to help them. Usually, the scent of their alpha
alone can calm them down. Jimin wonders if Jungkook’s scent calms Taehyung down. His
omega doesn’t like the idea of that.

Taehyung seems like a really nice person, Jimin liked him from the minute he met him. He likes
him even more for being there for Jungkook, for supporting him and being his friend. He hates it
right now because Taehyung smells amazing and the idea of his alpha liking his scent makes
Jimin nervous.

Jungkook’s scent doesn’t change, it doesn’t become stronger or sweeter. His demeanor doesn’t
change either. He looks unbothered by Taehyung’s arrival and by his enticing scent. Jimin’s
omega preens. His alpha is faithful.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung says. He gives them a tired smile. “Are you gonna stay at Jimin’s?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods. He lets go of Jimin and Jimin has to stop himself from growling. “Are
you gonna be okay? Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?”

“What are you offering here?” Jimin lets out without thinking. He sounds more aggressive than
he means and he probably looks like it too, judging from the way Taehyung freezes and how
confused Jungkook looks. Jimin clears his throat, cursing at his dumb instincts. “Nevermind.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jungkook asks, frowning.

“I’m fine.”

“He’s not fine,” Taehyung says, quirking an eyebrow up. “The place stinks of my pheromones,
pheromones that you have all over you, Jungkook. Bringing your omega here wasn’t the
smartest idea.”

Jimin can’t disagree with him. It was a bad idea for him to come here but he hates that
Taehyung’s pheromones are affecting him so badly. He’s usually pretty in tune with his omega
but since he met Jungkook it’s like his wolf has a mind of its own.

“Oh,” Jungkook says. Jimin can feel his eyes on him. “Is that true, Jimin?”

“I’m fine,” Jimin lies. He’s trying to convince himself that he’s okay and that he can control
himself but he’s not so sure.
Jimin can feel a growl deep in his chest, waiting to be let out if Taehyung does one wrong move.
His body is taut, eyes never leaving the other omega. He can’t seem to control his emotions. He
knows Taehyung isn’t a threat, he likes Taehyung, Taehyung is safe.

The silence in the room is heavy and it feels like it goes on for hours. Jimin should say
something, he should alleviate the situation but he can’t. He needs to leave the apartment and
get some fresh air, but he doesn’t want to leave his alpha alone with an omega in pre-heat.

Taehyung and Jimin are staring at each other, but Taehyung has an amused grin on his face. He
doesn’t look threatening until he takes a step forward, a step too close to Jungkook. Jimin steps
in front of Jungkook and lets out the growl he’s been holding back.

Taehyung freezes, careful not to make any sudden move that could set off Jimin even more.
Jimin releases pheromones in an attempt to cancel out Taehyung’s sweet vanilla scent but it’s
not working and it frustrates his omega even more.

“Don’t,” Jimin grits out in between his teeth. It’s a warning not a threat.

“I’m not interested in your alpha, Jimin,” Taehyung says. He even has the audacity to smile.

“I know,” Jimin clenches his jaw, “but don’t come any closer.”

Taehyung looks up at Jungkook who still hasn’t said a word. They share a glance for a second
and yet it’s enough for Taehyung to carry his message across. Soon after, Jimin feels
Jungkook’s arms looping around his waist. Jungkook buries his nose in Jimin’s neck and rubs it
against his scent gland.

Jimn instantly relaxes into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. It’s like Jungkook’s scenting puts him
in a trance, his pheromones are so strong, they envelop Jimin’s body like a warm blanket. He
feels safe, he feels like the world around them disappears. All he can smell is the woods,
beautiful, calm and isolating. It’s just him and Jungkook, the wind blowing in their hair, the sound
of rustling leaves and chirping birds, the only thing he can hear. He can feel Jungkook’s
heartbeat against his back. His own heartbeat syncs up to it.

He doesn’t know how long Jungkook spends scenting him but when he opens his eyes,
Taehyung has left the room. It takes a while for Jimin to come down to reality. The first thing he
registers is the smell of vanilla that is still very prominent. There’s still a hint of anger and anxiety
in his brain but he feels better now that he smells like Jungkook.

Jungkook peppers kisses up his neck, jaw and cheek. Jimin tilts his head to kiss him on the lips.
He doesn’t remember when that happened but his hands are intertwined with Jungkook’s over
his stomach. The kiss is chaste, it’s just a brush of their lips but it makes Jimin feel better.
“We should go,” Jungkook breathes out. “I think I have everything.”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispers, bumping their foreheads together.

“Shh,” Jungkook pecks him on the lips, “don’t worry about it, baby. Let’s get you out of here,
okay?”

Jimin nods and smiles at him. Jimin finds Jungkook very attractive in this moment. He knew
exactly what to do to comfort him, took him in his arms and scented him. He’s such a good
alpha, he knows exactly how to care of his omega. The thought weirdly sends heat to the pit of
Jimin’s stomach. Jimin loves when his alpha takes care of him. He’s so good to him.

They break apart and gather all of Jungkook’s stuff. Jungkook looks around the apartment one
last time, to look for something he might be forgetting but doesn’t seem to find anything.

“Tae, we’re living!” Jungkook calls out into the apartment. “If you need anything, call me.”

“I will!” Taehyung’s muffled voice comes from what Jimin guesses is his bedroom. “Thanks,
Kook.”

“I’m sorry, Taehyung!” Jimin says. Jungkook smiles at him.

Jimin actually feels bad for reacting the way he did. He’s in Taehyung’s apartment, in his safe
space, so close to his nest. He’s the one disturbing Taehyung’s peace and yet he growled at him
as if he was a threat. Jimin will make sure to make it up to him another day.

“It’s all good! Have fun this week!”

Jimin smiles and nods even though Taehyung can’t see it. They put their shoes and jackets
back on and then they leave. With the amount of bags they’re carrying you’d think that
Jungkook is moving to Jimin’s place.

When they walk out of the apartment building, the cold afternoon air hits Jimin. He feels like he
can breathe again now that it doesn’t smell like Taehyung anymore. They walk to Jimin’s car
and put Jungkook’s bags in the trunk. Jimin yelps when Jungkook spins him around by the hips
and catches his lips in a kiss. Jungkook pins him against the back of the car.

It takes a few seconds for Jimin’s brain to catch on. He reciprocates the kiss and rests his hands
on Jungkook’s biceps. Jimin is surprised when he feels Jungkook’s tongue against his bottom
lip. He opens his mouth and lets Jungkook do as he pleases. Apparently, they’re full on making
out. It’s way too heated of a kiss to be shared in public but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care.

Jungkook kisses him like he’s starving for Jimin’s touch, he kisses him like he hasn’t kissed him
in years. Jimin can smell in Jungkook’s scent that he’s getting a little bit too excited. Jungkook
sucks on his bottom lip and on his tongue, nips at his lips and tilts his head to the side to
deepen the kiss even more. He’s breathing heavily and lets out low whimpers against Jimin’s
mouth. He does that when they have sex too and it always turns Jimin on.

Jimin gasps when Jungkook gropes his ass and brings their hips together. Jimin pushes against
his chest to break the kiss. Jungkook chases after his lips and even manages to catch them in
another kiss. Jimin giggles against his mouth and pushes him again, turning his head to the
side. Jungkook ends up kissing his cheek when he tries to kiss him again.

“Jungkook,” Jimin breathes out, “what are you doing?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer, he’s too busy peppering kisses down Jimin’s neck. His hands are still
groping Jimin’s ass and Jimin blushes when his eyes land on a girl who’s walking up to the
apartment building. She quickly looks away when she notices that Jimin’s looking at her. This is
so embarrassing, Jimin doesn’t know how many passersby saw them making out in the street
but he doesn’t want to know.

“Jungkook, baby,” Jimin says. It’s hard to focus when Jungkook’s licking at his scent gland like
he’s tasting him. “We’re in public, we should stop.”

“You’re so sexy when you’re jealous,” Jungkook grunts out in the crook of his neck. “So fucking
hot.”

Jimin scoffs. So, that’s what’s gotten Jungkook so excited all of a sudden. Jimin rolls his eyes.
It’s ridiculous.

“I’m all yours,” Jungkook says. “You know I’m yours.”

“I know,” Jimin unconsciously tilts his head back to bare his neck. “I still didn’t like him being in
the same room as you. He smelled too good.”

“You smell better.”

Jimin groans under his breath, warmth fills his chest. Jungkook sucks a hickey on Jimin’s
collarbone. It leaves Jimin breathless.

“Mine,” Jungkook growls, all possessive and hot against Jimin. “My omega.”

“Yes, yours.” Jimin gasps when Jungkook digs his teeth into his neck, not hard enough to break
the skin but the action makes him shiver. “Jungkook, you really need to stop.” He doesn’t want
Jungkook to stop but he has to be the responsible one here. Fucking in broad daylight in the
middle of the streets isn’t actually his thing.
Jungkook lets out a disappointed whimper that Jimin can’t help but find adorable. Jungkook
kisses over the bite and rubs his nose against his scent gland in apology. He lets go of Jimin’s
ass and instead wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist to hug him. He purrs in the crook of Jimin’s
neck and Jimin can feel the vibrations against his chest. Jimin loops his arms around
Jungkook’s shoulders and runs a hand through his hair. The sharp smell of arousal slowly seeps
out of Jungkook’s scent to be replaced by something sweeter.

Jimin melts into the embrace. His alpha is so cute, and looks so small right now. It’s like he feels
bad for making Jimin uncomfortable and is asking for forgiveness. Jimin kisses the top of his
head and holds him tight.

“If we weren’t in public, I would have let you do whatever you wanted to me, babe,” Jimin says,
smiling when the arousal in Jungkook’s scent comes back in full force. Jungkook’s an open
book.

Jungkook moves from Jimin’s neck to look at him. “Let’s just do it in your car then.”

“No,” Jimin laughs. “We have to go pick Haewon up from school now, we don’t have time.”

Jungkook pouts for good measure but he nods. He pecks Jimin on the lips before breaking their
embrace. Jimin feels cold when he’s not in Jungkook’s arms, mostly because his alpha’s body is
like a furnace, always running hot.

“Okay, let’s go,” Jungkook says.

They get into the car and start the twenty minutes drive to Haewon’s school. It takes Jimin a few
minutes to get his bearings and to stop thinking about Jungkook’s lips on his neck and
Jungkook’s hands on his body, but eventually he manages to think of something else.
Something that he didn’t really think about when he offered Jungkook to stay at his place.

Haewon.

She doesn’t know Jungkook is staying with them for a few days and Jimin suddenly feels guilty.
Jimin feels like such a bad parent right now. He should have talked to Haewon before offering
Jungkook to stay. Jimin doesn’t want her to be uncomfortable. They’ve been living on their own
for seven years, Jimin isn’t sure how she’ll handle living with Jungkook. She does seem to like
him but there’s a difference between seeing him once in a while and spending days with him.

Jimin is nervous. What if she changes her mind about Jungkook? What if she asks Jimin to kick
him out? His daughter comes first, she always will but he’d hate for her and Jungkook not to get
along. He’s starting to really get attached to Jungkook and it would break his heart if he had to
let him go because his daughter doesn’t like him.
Jimin should have done things differently, he should have introduced them properly, should have
talked to Haewon about Jungkook beforehand. Parenting is so complicated, Jimin doesn’t know
what he’s doing most of the time, he has to figure everything out on his own. He never thought
he’d have to introduce a new person into their lives, someone who may or may not have a
significant place in both of their hearts.

“She doesn’t know you’re staying with us,” Jimin breathes out.

“Do you think she’ll be okay with it?” Jungkook asks, tilting his head to look at Jimin.

“I don’t know. I’m nervous.”

Jungkook rests his hand on Jimin’s thigh and rubs his thumb over it in a soothing gesture. His
hand is warm against Jimin and the touch relaxes him.

“We’ll try tonight and if she’s uncomfortable I’ll just book a hotel room for a few days, okay?”

Jimin stops at a red light and intertwines their fingers together. He looks away from the road to
smile at Jungkook.

“Thank you.”

Jungkook smiles back and pecks Jimin on the lips. “Anything for you.”

Jimin’s chest swells with affection, the way it always does when Jungkook says sweet things to
him. He’s more romantic than Jimin ever expected and Jimin finds that he likes romantic a little
more than he thought. It’s small things like Jungkook’s hand on the small of his back when they
walk out of a place, a quick kiss to say thank you, reassuring words when Jimin feels nervous.
It’s things Jimin’s been longing for but never dared to admit to himself or to anyone. Things he
never thought he’d experience.

Jungkook is so good to him, he’s very selfless and sometimes Jimin feels bad because he
doesn’t know how to reciprocate. He wished he could do more to show Jungkook how much he
means to him. He tries but it doesn’t come as natural as it does for Jungkook.

Jungkook must be even more nervous about being around Haewon and yet he doesn’t let it
show. Jimin can tell, he can smell the hint of nervousness in his scent. Jimin understands and
he doesn’t want him to be uncomfortable either. If it doesn’t work out between him and Haewon
this time, then they’ll try another time. It’s a slow process, Jimin guesses.

They remain silent for the rest of the drive. Jimin parks in front of Haewon’s school. There’s
already a lot of parents waiting for their kids on the sidewalk, most of them are chatting together.
Jungkook has big puppy eyes, looking around like it’s a foreign place.

“It brings back memories,” Jungkook says.

“Of when you picked up your secret child from school?” Jimin jokes as they get out of the car.

“No,” Jungkook scoffs, “of when my mom picked me up from school.”

“That wasn’t too long ago,” Jimin locks the car and smiles at Jungkook.

“You’re hilarious you know that?” Jungkook says sarcastically. He wraps his arms around Jimin’s
waist and bites at his neck playfully. Jimin giggles in his embrace but it quickly turns to a blush
when he notices that some parents are looking at them. Jimin gently pushes Jungkook away
and clears his throat.

Jungkook looks at the parents and then at Jimin. “Should I pretend I’m your brother?”

“It’s a bit late for that,” Jimin rolls his eyes. It’s hard for Jimin not to care about what people think
about him. The age difference between him and Jungkook isn’t that obvious at first glance, but
Jimin’s never brought a boyfriend with him to Haewon’s school and parents talk. They like to
gossip a little bit too much and Jimin knows they’re all wondering who the handsome alpha is.
“Doesn’t matter what they think,” Jimin says and for once he actually means it. “Come on.” He
takes hold of Jungkook’s hand and walks closer to the school gates.

“Jimin!” someone calls out. Jimin looks for the source of the voice and sees that it’s Seokjin.
That’s another thing Jimin hadn’t thought about, the fact that his friends’ kids go the same
school as Haewon and that therefore, said friends would obviously be there. Seokjin is waving
at him excitedly, a big smile on his face.

“Who’s that?” Jungkook whispers, as Seokjin comes closer.

“My friend Seokjin.”

“The one who dances on tables when he’s drunk?”

“Yep,” Jimin snorts.

“Hey guys!” Seokjin says when he finally reaches them. “You’re Jungkook, right?”

“That’s me,” Jungkook smiles and bows. Seokjin bows back.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Nice to meet you too.”

“He’s even hotter in person,” Seokjin tells Jimin. Jungkook barely has time to mutter an awkward
“Thanks” before Seokjin continues. “You guys are gonna spend the afternoon with Haewon?”

“Jungkook’s staying with us for a few days. His roommate’s heat is this week.”

“Oh, living together,” Seokjin wiggles his eyebrows, “that’s cute.”

“Just for a few days,” Jimin rolls his eyes at him.

“Still,” Seokjin shrugs, “that’s gonna be fun. Haewon must be excited about having company.”

“She doesn’t know yet,” Jimin says, scratching the back of his head and squeezing Jungkook’s
hand. Jungkook gives him a squeeze back.

“You guys already met, right?” Seokjin asks Jungkook.

“Yeah, we met a few times. It went,” Jungkook licks his lips, “okay.”

“Well, you can’t be any worse than her dad.”

“Seokjin,” Jimin groans. It’s no secret that Jimin’s friends despise Jungwoo, they never miss an
opportunity to remind him. Jimin doesn’t like when they do because it reminds him of all the
mistakes he made. When they criticise Jungwoo it’s like they criticise the fact that Jimin once
loved him.

“I’m just saying.”

“He’s not the most pleasant person to talk to,” Jungkook says, more careful about the words he
uses than Seokjin.

“He’s a dick,” Seokjin snorts. Jungkook laughs under his breath and Jimin sighs.

“Are you picking up Jiseok and Hoon too?” Jimin asks to change the subject.

“Yeah, I’ll drop them off at Hoseok and Yoongi’s on the way home.”

“They’re Hoseok’s twin boys,” Jimin clarifies for Jungkook who looks a bit confused.

“Twins?” Jungkook’s eyes widen.

“Yep.”
“That sounds like a lot of work.”

“It is,” Jimin laughs, kissing him on the cheek.

“You got any kids, Jungkook?” Seokjin asks.

“Uh, no.”

“Are you sure?” Seokjin frowns. “No secret kids hidden somewhere in South Korea?”

“Nope,” Jungkook shakes his head. “What about you? Do you have any?”

“Yeah, I got two.”

“Congrats.”

“How many kids do you want?” Seokjin smirks at Jungkook. Jimin sighs at him. It’s his way of
intimidating Jungkook, talking to him about kids to see if it’ll freak Jungkook out.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook’s voice doesn’t waver, he doesn’t look intimidated, he just looks
amused. “Maybe 2 or 4.”

“4?” Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise. Jungkook just shrugs.

“You think you can give him 4 more pups Jimin?” Seokjin asks, a shit eating grin on his face.

“We just started dating, can we-”

“He already has Haewon, he’d only need to give me 3 pups,” Jungkook cuts him off.

“Oh my god,” Jimin whispers, eyes widening even more. Is Jungkook seriously considering
having pups with him?

“She’s not yours though,” Seokjin says. He looks pleased.

“It doesn’t matter,” Jungkook shrugs. “She’s Jimin’s pup. I’d take care of her like one of mine.”

Jimin’s omega is about ready to present himself to Jungkook. It’s like he knows exactly what to
say to make Jimin fall for him even more. It’s not something Jimin thought they would talk about
a month into their relationship, but knowing that Jungkook would treat Haewon like one of his
own pups makes him happy.
He doesn’t plan on having pups with Jungkook anytime soon but it’s good to know. Jimin never
really thought he’d have the opportunity to have more pups, he thought that he was done with
pregnancies and babies, because he never thought he’d meet someone. When Jimin thinks
about his future, he thinks about him and Haewon, but now that Jungkook is in the picture, he
can allow himself to imagine a future with him and Haewon. He’s scared of doing so because
their relationship is so new and it still could go to shit, but Jungkook doesn’t look like he’s going
anywhere.

“I like you,” Seokjin says, “you’re a good kid.”

“I’m not a kid.”

“That’s exactly what a kid would say.”

“At least I’m not old.”

“You don’t even know how old I am,” Seokjin says. He looks offended.

“I’m guessing the same age as Jimin.”

“Almost,” Seokjin nods. “I’m 30.”

“Yeah, that’s old.”

“I take it back, I hate you,” Seokjin deadpans, crossing his arms over his chest. Jungkook sticks
his tongue out and Seokjin does the same.

“You two are ridiculous,” Jimin says, but he’s smiling at them fondly.

They’re interrupted by the ring of the bell, announcing the end of classes. They turn to the
school gates, waiting patiently for the rush of excited kids running to their parents.

“Hey, Jimin,” Seokjin says. Jimin hums. “Joon can make it to your dinner tomorrow.”

Jimin freezes, eyes widening. Fuck. He completely forgot about that. He invited his friends over
for dinner tomorrow. Everyone will be there. Including Jungkook. Jungkook looks as surprised
as he is and Jimin curses himself internally. All he’s been thinking about lately is Jungkook.

“Right,” Jimin clears his throat. “That’s great.”

“Jungkook will be there too then,” Seokjin smiles. “You can meet everyone.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook smiles but it looks forced.

Meeting Jimin’s friends is like meeting Jimin’s parents because they’re his family. Jimin is
nervous so Jungkook must be even more nervous.

“Mommy!”

Jimin turns to look at Haewon, who’s running hand in hand with Nari, Seokjin’s eldest. They’re
closely followed by Kangmin, Jiseok and Hoon. The three boys are playfully pushing each other
around. Haewon runs straight into Jimin’s open arms and hugs him tight. Jimin lifts her up and
kisses her cheek. Nari does the same to Seokjin.

“Hi angel,” Jimin says, smiling at his daughter. “Did you have a good day at school?”

“It was boring.”

“Were you good?”

“Yes, I always am,” she gives him a cheeky smile. “Hi, Jungkook oppa,” she says, waving at
Jungkook.

“Hi,” Jungkook returns the wave.

“Are you coming home with us?”

“Um,” Jungkook looks at Jimin nervously, unsure of what to say.

“Jungkook is going to stay with us for a few days, baby,” Jimin says. “The friend he lives with
has his heat soon so he can’t stay at their apartment. Is that okay with you?”

“You can say no, if you want,” Jungkook adds. “If my living with you makes you uncomfortable I
understand.”

Jimin holds his breath, heart pounding in his chest. If Haewon says no, he’ll be disappointed but
he’s going to have to hide it. He doesn’t want to force his daughter into anything, if she needs
more time to get used to Jungkook, then it’s okay.

“Will you watch The Little Mermaid with me?” Haewon asks. Jimin hides his face in her neck and
snorts.

“Yeah, if you want,” Jungkook says.

“Have you ever seen it?”

“Yes.”

“It’s my favorite movie.”

“Mine’s The Lion King,” Jungkook smiles.

“It’s my second favorite,” she smiles back.

“I guess it means he can stay with us then?” Jimin asks. He kisses her soft cheek.

“Yes, he passed the test.”

Jimin and Jungkook laugh. The both of them are relieved. His daughter is a social butterfly, she
likes having people over but Jimin thought she might feel different about Jungkook because
Jimin is romantically involved with him. She doesn’t seem to mind though and that makes Jimin
happy.

Seokjin is looking at them fondly and gives Jimin a reassuring smile, one that means things will
be okay and that he has something special here. Jimin knows he does and he doesn’t plan on
taking it for granted.

“I’m gonna go,” Seokjin says, holding Nari and Jiseok’s hands. “See you tomorrow guys.”

“See you.”

“Nice to meet you,” Jungkook says as he bows. Seokjin smiles and bows back.

“Let’s go home, then,” Jimin says.

He puts Haewon on the floor and they head to the car. Jungkook wraps his arm around his waist
and kisses his cheek. Jimin smiles at him and unlocks the car. He makes sure that Haewon
fastens her seatbelt while Jungkook sits patiently in the passenger seat, looking at them in the
rearview mirror.

“Oppa, why don’t you smell like mommy?” Haewon asks, scrunching her nose up. “You smell
weird.”

Jimin sits behind the wheel and tries to hide his pleased smile. His daughter knows Jungkook is
supposed to smell like him.

“I smell like my friend, the one who has his heat soon. The apartment smells like his scent so it’s
all over me.”
“Did he scent you?” she asks, frowning. Jimin starts the drive home.

“No,” Jungkook shakes his head.

“Only mommy can scent you now because you’re his alpha,” she says. She’s looking out the
window.

Jimin smirks. He never taught his daughter to be possessive, but she naturally is. She’s usually
possessive of Jimin so it’s surprising she’s willing to share him with Jungkook but seeing Jimin
happy must be enough for her. Jimin can see Jungkook smiling fondly in the corner of his eyes.

“You’re exactly like your mom,” Jungkook chuckles. “He thinks that way too.”

“I never said that,” Jimin hits him in the shoulder and it makes Jungkook laugh.

“No but I know that’s what you think. You’re a possessive omega.”

“Mommy can only smell like me and you now,” Haewon says. She’s smiling when Jimin looks at
her through the rearview mirror. His chest fills with warmth.

“You don’t mind when I smell like Jungkook?” Jimin asks.

“No, it reminds me of Seoul Forest.”

“Nice,” Jungkook smirks.

Jimin laughs and shakes his head. He feels like his heart is going to explode from all the love
he’s feeling for his daughter. And Jungkook. There’s definitely enough room for Jungkook in his
heart.

…………&…………

“Can we watch The Little Mermaid now,” Haewon says when they enter the apartment.

The rest of the drive was spent with Haewon telling them about her day at school. Jimin smiled
every time Jungkook engaged in the conversation, fake gasping at something Haewon said or
giggling with her when she remembered something funny. Jimin was mostly silent. Haewon’s
school days are always very similar and he knows exactly what she’s going to say before he
even asks how her day was.

“Not now, baby,” Jimin says, putting Jungkook’s bags on the floor and taking his shoes and
jacket off. Jungkook does the same.
“But I want to watch it now,” Haewon whines. She’s pouting but Jimin is immune to the trick.

“You have to do your homework first,” Jimin pats her head. “We’ll watch it after dinner.”

“Fine,” she says but she doesn’t look pleased. “What about Jungkook oppa?”

“What about him?” Jimin frowns.

“He’s in school too. Does he have to do his homework too?”

Jungkook snorts and Jimin rolls his eyes. “Do you?” Jimin asks Jungkook with a teasing smile.

“I don’t have class tomorrow so I’ll do it this weekend.”

“That’s not fair,” Haewon whines.

“Stop complaining so much, you sound like me,” Jimin says before picking her up and tickling
her sides. She giggles and squirms in his hold to escape it. He blows a raspberry on her cheek
and she tries to push him away.

“Stop, mommy,” she giggles. Fondness is written all over Jungkook’s face.

“Go to your room, baby,” Jimin says as he puts her on the floor. “Call me if you need any help.”

“Okay,” she says. She has a big smile on her face as she skips all the way to her room.

Jimin shakes his head fondly. When she’s gone Jungkook wraps his arms around his waist and
peppers kisses down Jimin’s neck. Jimin leans on his chest and closes his eyes. Jungkook’s
arms have become his favorite place.

“You’re so cute, mommy,” Jungkook whispers against his ear. Heat pools in the pit of Jimin’s
stomach and goosebumps rise on his skin.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t you like it?” Jungkook is smirking against his neck. “I think you like it.”

“You’re so annoying,” Jimin breathes out but he doesn’t mean it, he just hates when Jungkook is
right. He tilts his head to the side to expose his neck. Jungkook licks over his scent gland as if
Jimin could smell any more like him.

“Seeing you with Haewon,” Jungkook mumbles in between kisses, “I think it’s giving me baby
fever.”
Jimin throws his head on Jungkook’s shoulder and laughs. Jungkook hums appreciatively.

“Is it?” Jimin asks, smirking.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods, nuzzling Jimin’s cheek. “Let’s make a baby, right now.”

Jimn chuckles and turns around in Jungkook’s embrace. He loops his arms around his neck and
bumps their noses together.

“Silly alpha,” Jimin breathes out. He pecks Jungkook on the lips.

“I miss you,” Jungkook whispers, sliding his hands to Jimin’s ass. “I miss this.”

“Do you now?” Jimin quirks an eyebrow up. He’s getting heated the more Jungkook keeps
talking. Jungkook has a way of making him feel wanted and desirable all the time. It feels great,
Jimin has never felt more confident in himself as he has since he met Jungkook.

“I want you,” Jungkook says before kissing Jimin. It’s just a brush of their lips but it makes Jimin
shiver.

“You always want me.”

“You’re just so beautiful,” Jungkook rubs their cheeks together, a very intimate way to scent. It
makes Jimin’s chest fill with warmth and his heart race. He reciprocates the scenting.

“You can’t have me when my daughter is around,” Jimin says. It makes Jungkook groan. “I don’t
plan on getting caught in a compromising position.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook says as he pulls back, a pout on his face. “I still want you though.”

“I want you too,” Jimin cups his cheek and smiles at him. “You’re so sweet.”

Jungkook kisses his palm before letting go of him. “Yeah, I’m pretty awesome,” he says before
picking up his bags and dropping them next to the living room couch. Jimin rolls his eyes at him
and follows him. “I’m sleeping here,” Jungkook says, pointing at the couch.

“What?” Jimin frowns. “No, you’re not.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“You’re my boyfriend, why would you sleep on the couch?” Jimin shakes his head. “You’re
sleeping with me.”
“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“We can’t sleep in the same bed, Jimin. We can’t keep our hands to ourselves when we’re
together. Unless you wanna get caught on all fours.”

“Aish,” Jimin hits him in the shoulder. The visual makes him blush. “Stop it. We’re adults, we can
control ourselves.”

“How am I gonna be able to sleep when all I think about is how much I want to touch you? You
just want me to be sleep deprived.”

“You can touch me. Just not in a sexual way,” Jimin shrugs as if it was that simple. It’s definitely
not simple for them. Jimin knows he’s asking for trouble but he’s actually excited about sharing
a bed with Jungkook. He wants to cuddle with him, make out a little and fall asleep on his chest
like couples do.

“That’s just torture,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I’d rather sleep on the couch.”

Jimin sighs and he doesn’t care if he looks like a brat but he’s pouting now. “Stop being difficult,
just sleep with me. Please,” he gives Jungkook his best puppy eyes.

“Ugh,” Jungkook grunts, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fine.”

Jimin beams at him and pecks him on the lips.

He always wins.

“Follow me.”

Jimin takes him to his bedroom. Jungkook hasn’t been here since their reunion and being here
with him brings back memories of heated kisses and sweaty bodies.

“Which side of the bed do I get?” Jungkook asks.

“Right,” Jimin says as he walks to his closet and opens it. “I’ll make some room so you can put
your clothes in here.”

“You don’t have to,” Jungkook smiles fondly. “I’m only here for a few days, I don’t want to
inconvenience you.”
“You don’t,” Jimin says, shaking his head.

Jungkook steps closer with a smirk on his face and Jimin already knows where this is going.
Jungkook’s alpha is getting restless because they haven’t had sex in a while. Jungkook can
never keep his hands to himself, not that Jimin would ever complain but it makes their lives
difficult when they have to stop every ten minutes to make out.

Jungkook bends down to catch Jimin’s thighs before lifting him off of the floor. Jimin barely has
time to catch himself before Jungkook throws him on the bed, following quickly after him and
draping his body over Jimin’s. Jimin bounces lightly on the mattress, hair fanning around his
head. He accepts his fate easily, giggling softly and wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s
shoulders.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been in this position,” Jungkook says against Jimin’s lips.

Jimin hums as he pecks Jungkook on the lips. His body feels hard and warm against his. He
likes it, he likes being pinned by Jungkook’s weight, even in a non sexual way.

“This is my favorite view,” Jungkook breathes out, “you underneath me.”

“I’m sure that can change,” Jimin smiles, wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s waist. “You
haven’t seen me on top of you yet.”

Jungkook groans and buries his face in Jimin’s neck. Jimin chuckles when he smells the arousal
in his scent. He’s so easy to work up. Just a few words and he’s putty in Jimin’s hands.

“Don’t say things like that,” Jungkook whispers.

“You started it.”

“I don’t think it’s normal for me to be this horny all the time.”

“Is your rut approaching?” Jimin asks, running his finger through Jungkook’s hair.

“No,” Jungkook leaves a soft kiss on Jimin’s neck. “It’s in three months.”

“Then I guess you’re just horny for no reason.”

“Not for no reason,” Jungkook nuzzles behind Jimin’s ear. “You just drive my alpha crazy.”

“Just your alpha?” Jimin asks. He runs his fingers up and down Jungkook’s bicep.

“You drive me crazy too.”

“I don’t even do anything,” Jimin chuckles. “I think you’re just a needy alpha.”

“Mh, maybe,” Jungkook leaves an open mouthed kiss on Jimin’s neck. “Maybe you’re too
pretty.”

“I can’t help it,” Jimin smirks. “Am I making my alpha’s life difficult?”

Jungkook releases a groan that borderlines on a growl. His hands on Jimin’s waist tighten like
he wants to trap him here but Jimin isn’t going anywhere.

“I love it when you call me that,” Jungkook’s breath hitches.

“When I call you what?” Jimin teases. “Alpha?”

“Your alpha.”

Jimin tilts his head and smiles against Jungkook’s temple before kissing it. He wraps his arms
around his shoulders to hug him. Jimin has Jungkook trapped too, with his legs and arms, he’s
wrapped himself around him like a koala. None of them are going anywhere.

“My alpha’s so easy,” Jimin whispers in Jungkook’s ear.

“Your alpha likes you too much.”

Jimin beams and rests his head against Jungkook’s. He closes his eyes and lets out a
contented sigh. The feeling of Jungkook’s thumbs rubbing his sides is relaxing, Jimin could
easily fall asleep like this.

“I like my alpha too much too.”

Jungkook hums happily and he already sounds sleepy. Jungkook is a funny alpha. He can go
from horny to sleepy in seconds. Jimin can still smell arousal in his scent but it’s faint.

They stay like this for way longer than they should. Jungkook has to unpack and Jimin has to
get started on dinner, but it’s impossible to unwrap themselves from each other when it feels so
nice and comfortable.

Jimin is on the verge of falling asleep when Haewon’s voice breaks the silence.

“Are you cuddling?” she asks.

Jungkook’s head shoots up from Jimin’s neck. His hair looks completely disheveled and he
looks confused at first. His nostrils are flaring as he tries to recognize the peach scent. Jimin
snorts before pushing him off of him. Jungkook doesn’t try to stop him.

“Yes, baby, we were,” Jimin says as he gets off the bed, rearranging his clothes. “Are you done
with your homework?”

Haewon frowns at Jungkook and crosses her arms over her chest. “I want to cuddle mommy
too.”

Jimin smiles as he picks her up. She’s still looking at Jungkook. “We’ll cuddle later, baby.”

“That’s not fair,” she whines, “why does he get to cuddle you and I don’t?”

Jimin finds his daughter’s jealousy adorable. She’s territorial just like an alpha. He kisses her
cheek and turns to Jungkook. He looks uncomfortable, like he doesn’t know what to say and it
makes Jimin laugh.

“I’ll give you lots of cuddles before bed,” Jimin blows a raspberry on her neck which makes her
yelp. “Now, did you finish your homework?”

“Yes, I did,” she nods proudly.

“Good. Go take a shower while I make dinner, baby,” Jimin says as he puts her on the floor.

“And we’ll watch The Little Mermaid after?”

“Yes, we will,” Jimin chuckles.

“Jungkook oppa?” she asks, looking at him with hopeful eyes. Jungkook startles, surprised that
he’s being addressed.

“Yes,” he nods, “yes, we’ll watch it after dinner.”

“Okay,” she smiles before heading to the bathroom.

Jimin walks to Jungkook to stroke his cheek softly. “Were you afraid of her posturing?” he says,
giving Jungkook a teasing smile. Jungkook snorts.

“Your daughter is definitely gonna present as an alpha.”

“Yep,” Jimin chuckles. He bends down and pecks Jungkook on the lips. “She doesn’t like
sharing me.”
“Neither do I,” Jungkook pouts.

“Well you’re the adult so you’re gonna have to suck it up,” Jimin says. “Come on, help me make
dinner,” he offers his hand to Jungkook who takes it.

“I don’t know how to cook, Jimin.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to learn,” Jimin says before leading him to the kitchen.

…………&…………

Jungkook sold himself short, he’s not that bad at cooking.

Jimin puts him in charge of cooking the rice and chopping green onions which he does a very
good job at once Jimin shows him how to do it. The hardest part of cooking dinner isn’t the
actual cooking for Jungkook, it’s keeping his hands to himself.

He tries to wrap his arms around Jimin’s waist more than once, tries to kiss his cheek, lips and
neck, tries to rest his head on Jimin’s shoulder to look at what he’s doing, and every time Jimin
almost caves and lets him. They would never finish cooking dinner if he let him though, so
instead he scolds him and threatens to withhold kisses for the rest of the night if he doesn’t
behave which, unsurprisingly, makes Jungkook pout.

By the time they’re done cooking kimchi fried rice, Haewon is out of the shower and setting the
table. Jungkook stops trying to touch Jimin as soon as Haewon enters the kitchen and it makes
Jimin laugh. Even after spending a few hours with her he’s still afraid.

Jimin brings their plates to the table and they start eating. Haewon is sat next to Jimin and
Jungkook is sat in front of them. Jungkook eats like he hasn’t eaten in days and he looks like
he’s enjoying Jimin’s cooking very much, which pleases his omega.

“Woah, you’re really good at cooking,” Jungkook says around a mouthful of rice.

“Thank you.”

“I haven’t eaten home cooked food in a while. Taehyung isn’t much of a cook either.”

“Who’s Taehyung?” Haewon interrupts.

“My roommate.”

“Your friend who’s in heat?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“Is he pretty?”

“Don’t speak with your mouth full, baby,” Jimin says.

“Jungkook does it,” she frowns, pointing accusingly at the alpha.

“Yeah but I’m not Jungkook’s mom,” Jimin ignores the slight hint of arousal coming from
Jungkook’s scent. “He doesn’t have to listen to me but you do.”

Haewon slumps her shoulders but doesn’t try to talk back again. Jimin finds it amusing that she
keeps comparing herself to Jungkook. He’s not sure where it’s coming from. It might be an
alpha thing. They tend to get competitive over trivial things.

“Is your omega friend pretty, oppa?” Haewon asks again once she’s swallowed her food.

“Why do you ask?” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow.

“You can’t have friends that are prettier than mommy,” she says, as if it was obvious. Jimin
snorts and almost chokes on a grain of rice.

“No one’s prettier than your mommy.”

Jimin’s heart skips a beat and he can feel his face flush. Compliments shouldn’t affect him this
much but maybe they do because he’s not used to receiving them. Jungwoo was never big on
praise unless it was in a sexual context but being told that he takes cock well and that he’s
beautiful are two very different things.

“That’s true,” Haewon smiles and Jungkook returns it.

“Jungkook can be friends with whoever he wants, Haewon.”

“Not with pretty people.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” she shrugs, “he should only look at you.”

“When did you get so possessive?” Jimin frowns. “Just because he’s friends with beautiful
people doesn’t mean he’s going to stop looking at me.”

“That’s what daddy did.”

Jimin freezes and a tense atmosphere fills the room. Haewon keeps eating, unaware of how
much her words affect Jimin. Jimin’s chest ache, his stomach turns. It hurts. It reminds him of
how worthless he felt when Jungwoo left him to fuck around with better omegas, prettier
omegas.

She’s right.

Jungwoo stopped looking at him as soon as he got pregnant. He was always out with friends.
Alphas, betas, omegas. They all seemed more appealing than the mistake he made with his
omega. Jimin turned a blind eye at first, mainly because he didn’t want to believe that Jungwoo
was losing interest in him, when he was his whole world. He didn’t want to believe that Jungwoo
could leave him. He thought that being pregnant was a guarantee that Jungwoo would stay by
his side. How could he abandon his child?

He didn’t abandon his child but he abandoned Jimin.

When Haewon got old enough to understand that her family wasn’t like other families, she
started asking questions. Jimin tried to avoid them at first, not because he was scared she
wouldn’t understand but because he was still dealing with the shame of being abandoned. He
wasn’t good enough of an omega to keep his alpha. That’s what he thought Haewon would
think. That’s what he knew people thought.

When he told Haewon why he was separated with her dad, she didn’t say much. She simply
looked at Jimin and nodded. Jimin didn’t try to villainize Jungwoo because he would hate for
Haewon not to have a relationship with him. No matter how much he resented Jungwoo, it’s not
something he wanted for Haewon. So, he said that sometimes people stop loving each other
and that’s what happened with her parents.

She didn’t mention it again for a few years, but the older she got the colder she became with
Jungwoo. The change was gradual, she didn’t suddenly start to dislike him. Jimin doesn’t know
when her opinion on her dad changed, he doesn’t remember when she stopped throwing herself
in her father’s arms to greet him. Jimin tried so hard to be civil with Jungwoo every time Haewon
was present, to pretend like they had a good relationship still, to ignore the way his skin crawled
and his stomach churned every time he saw Jungwoo.

It breaks Jimin’s heart that she came to resent Jungwoo too.

Jimin never asked Haewon why. He’s too scared of the answer and over the years he’s gotten
used to living in denial. Haewon is a child, she’s too young to stop idolizing her father. That’s not
the life he dreamt for his daughter.

And when Jimin thinks he’s coming to terms with it, Haewon says something that crushes his
entire world. The world of denial he created for himself, where his daughter doesn’t actually hate
her father and she’s not perceptive enough to understand that he’s an asshole who left Jimin.

“What,” Jimin swallows the lump in his throat, “what do you mean?” He can feel Jungkook’s soft
gaze on him but he can’t look away from Haewon.

“Daddy left because he liked someone else. That’s what he told me.”

Jimin frowns. That’s news to him. There was never a specific person that Jungwoo liked that
made him leave Jimin. At least, not that Jimin is aware of. Jungwoo told him he wanted to see
other people and that he wasn’t ready to get tied down. After that, all Jimin heard about him on
campus was that he slept around a lot.

Jimin is angry but he does his best to control his breathing and his scent. He’s mad at Jungwoo
for lying to Haewon, he’s mad at himself for not agreeing with him on a version of the story that
they both would tell Haewon. Jimin knows why Jungwoo lied. He probably tried to make himself
look good. He told Haewon he fell in love with someone else, probably told her that feelings
aren’t something people can control and that’s why he left Jimin. Jungwoo probably thinks that
Jimin talks shit about him all the time, tries to make Haewon hate him, but Jimin isn’t that selfish.
He never ever said a bad word about Jungwoo to Haewon, he never ever wanted her to hate
him. He kept so much of the story to himself, he’s always protected Jungwoo’s image because
he didn’t want to break Haewon’s heart.

If Jungwoo lied about their break up, what else did he lie about?

“I don’t believe him,” Haewon says. She doesn’t look affected by the conversation. She’s telling
all of this to Jimin as if she was telling him about her school day. “I don’t think he liked someone
else. I think he just left you, mommy.”

Jungkook has stopped eating and Jimin feels bad for him. He’s witnessing a complicated
conversation. He probably shouldn’t even be here for this.

“I told you your father and I just stopped loving each other, baby.”

“I don’t believe you either,” she mutters. Jimin inhales deeply. “I think he just left you and I think
that you still loved him when he left you.”

Jimin exhales shakily. “Why do you think that?” His heart is pounding in his chest. He doesn’t
want to know the answer.

“Because you’re scared of people leaving us,” she turns to Jimin. “You also smell like wilted
flowers when daddy is around. He makes you sad. I don’t think you would be sad if you stopped
loving him.”
“Baby,” Jimin licks his lips and runs a hand down her back, “I don’t love your father anymore.”

“I know,” she nods. She doesn’t look sad. “That’s why I think you still loved him when he left. He
brings back bad memories.”

Jimin kinda feels like crying. He feels the same way he did when she told him he shouldn’t be
scared of people leaving them because they have each other. She’s not supposed to know
these things, not at eight years old. It doesn’t make sense for her to have so much emotional
intelligence when Jimin is scared shitless of emotions. She doesn’t take it from Jungwoo either,
because he’s about as empathetic as a wall.

Maybe kids pick up on these things more easily than Jimin thought. Especially, kids whose
parents are separated. Jimin wouldn’t know because his parents have always been together but
there are things that his parents told him when he was younger that still haunt him as an adult.
They’re simple sentences that he remembers hearing, he can’t really place when and where he
heard it. Sometimes he can’t even remember important things that happened during his
childhood but these random sentences still pop up in his mind at random times.

_“Stop crying, Jimin. There’s no need to get so emotional,”_ his mother once said. Jimin
doesn’t remember why he was crying but he remembers how invalidated he felt when she said
it. It wasn’t the first time nor the last time she said something like this, yet his mind remembers
this particular time vividly. He’s not sure why this one time hurt more than the others. He just
knows that now he has a hard time allowing himself to cry.

_“It wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t follow Beomsoo,”_ his father once told him when he
was scolding him. Beomsoo was his best friend when he was around five years old. Jimin
doesn’t remember why he got scolded but he remembers that he used to get in a lot of trouble
because of Beomsoo. His parents always said he needed to think before doing something
otherwise he’d get hurt. He didn’t understand at the time, didn’t really want to think while he was
playing. Now, he agrees with his parents and that’s why he overthinks everything.

His parents said those things to him when he was a child and yet every time he cried, his
mother comforted him, held him in his arms and petted his hair. When he hurt himself, his father
took care of his injuries and kissed him on the forehead before telling him to go back out to play
with his friends. His parents were good, they were kind and they raised him well. Jimin had a
happy childhood but there are things he struggled with while growing up, things that stuck with
him and that make him who he is today.

So maybe Jimin wasn’t as careful as he thought, maybe Haewon overheard things that she
wasn’t supposed to hear. The things that Jimin says, the things that Haewon sees, they’ll stay
with her forever and will become part of her. Jimin can be as careful as he wants but there’s no
way he can control what she’ll remember when she grows up.
She’s a child, of course she picks up on things. Of course, she thought about why Jimin has a
fear of abandonment. Of course, she tried to figure it out.

And she did.

She figured out a lot of things about Jimin.

“I did,” Jimin admits. “I did still love him when he left me. Sometimes one person stops loving the
other and they leave. I was lucky because I had you, baby,” Jimin gives her a soft smile as he
strokes her hair. “I’m happy because I have you.”

“He shouldn’t have left you if you still loved him,” Haewon says. “It’s not fair. He should have
stayed and loved you again.”

“That’s not how love works, baby.”

“It doesn’t make sense,” she frowns. “Why did he stop loving you? You’re amazing.”

Jimin smiles at her and kisses her temple. “It just happens.”

“I don’t understand,” she sighs. “Love doesn’t make sense.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Jimin chuckles, glancing at Jungkook. “Things happen for a reason, baby. I
never would have met Jungkook if I was still with your dad. Jungkook makes me happy.”
Jungkook smiles at him. “Your dad loves you, Haewon. He will always love you. It’s all that
matters. He and I aren’t together but it doesn’t mean we can’t all be happy.”

“I’m not happy when you’re sad,” Haewon mumbles. She turns her attention to Jungkook. “Don’t
make my mommy sad. Don’t look at other people.”

“I don’t plan on making him sad,” Jungkook gives her a tentative smile. “I care about your
mommy, I want him to be happy too.”

Jimin feels like crying again but not from sadness this time. He forgets how much the people
around him care about him sometimes. Jimin cares. He cares a lot. So much so that he forgets
to care about himself most of the time. He doesn’t want the people around him to hurt, so he
does everything to make them happy. It kills him when he hurts them. It killed him when he
rejected Jungkook. Jimin doesn’t expect people to give him back the same energy, he doesn’t
expect them to care about him as much as he cares about them, that’s why he’s always
overwhelmed when someone returns his affection.

“I don’t look at other people because I only see him,” Jungkook adds.
“I will be mad if you hurt him,” Haewon says. “I bite people when I’m mad,” she gives him a
menacing look. Jungkook gulps.

“She doesn’t,” Jimin says, shaking his head.

“I will bite him if he hurts you, mommy.”

“You can’t bite people, Haewon.”

“Not people, just him.”

“I’ll ground you if you do.”

“Worth it,” she says before flipping her hair back with attitude.

“Eat up, it’s going to get cold,” Jimin says. He has to stop himself from laughing.

Jimin smiles at Jungkook and he smiles back. He looks pale, as if he’s actually scared of being
bitten by an eight year old. Haewon does as she’s told and Jimin and Jungkook follow.

They eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Jimin and Jungkook exchange glances a lot
and Jimin can tell it’s because Jungkook is worried. Jimin is still shaken up by the conversation
and there’s nothing he wants more than to bury himself in Jungkook’s embrace right now.

It’s scary how easily he got used to seeking Jungkook for comfort. Jimin usually likes to be
alone when he’s upset, he hates being vulnerable in front of people, even his closest friends. He
gets defensive every time they try to make him talk about his feelings. Jimin says he doesn’t like
talking about them but he just doesn’t know how to express them.

It comes naturally with Jungkook. Jimin doesn’t express his feelings for him verbally but he
shows him by being affectionate. It’s simple things like pushing a strand of his hair off of his
forehead, pecking him on the lips because he knows Jungkook likes it, holding his hand when
Jungkook is agitated. All of these gestures of affection speak a thousand words. At least he
hopes so.

“What do you study in school, oppa?” Haewon asks after a while. Jungkook looks startled.

“Um,” he swallows the food in his mouth, “I study photography.”

“Photography?” Haewon says, frowning. “You take pictures?”

“Yeah, I do. I’ll show you one day, if you want.”

“Yes, I want to see. What do you take pictures of?”

“People, scenery, a little bit of everything.”

“That’s cool,” she nods. “I study everything,” she says, smiling proudly.

“Oh, yeah?” Jungkook laughs.

“I like studying korean the most. I like reading and writing. Mommy says it’s weird because he
used to like maths when he was younger but I hate maths.”

“Yeah, I hate maths too,” Jungkook makes a face and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Maths isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, it is,” Jungkook and Haewon says in unison. It makes Jimin laugh.

“Alright, alright,” Jimin holds his hands up, “I can recognize a losing battle when I see one.”

“Mommy likes reading too.”

“Do you?” Jungkook asks Jimin.

“Yeah, I have a whole library.”

“What do you read?

“Everything. I’m interested in every kind of literature but I like sci-fi the most.”

“Nice,” Jungkook smirks. Jimin isn’t sure why but judging from his scent the idea of Jimin liking
reading pleases him. Jungkook is weird.

“Mommy likes dancing too.”

Jungkook hums. “Do you like dancing too?”

“Yes. Mommy teaches me.”

“That’s good,” Jungkook smiles. “Do you think I can see you both dance one day?”

“Yes, but mommy is way better at it.”

“You’re good too, baby,” Jimin says. It makes her smile.

When she was younger, Jimin used to take her to the dance studio because there was no one
to watch her. She used to stand behind Jimin’s students and danced with them. She was too
young to follow the choreography but she made up her own and it always made Jimin smile.
Jimin doesn’t take her there often anymore but on the weekends, they sometimes go to the
empty studio and they dance together.

It makes him happy that she likes dancing too. She doesn’t like it as much as he does, but
sharing these moments with her always warms his heart. They’re special memories that he’ll
always remember fondly.

“All done?” Jimin says after a while once everyone’s plates are empty.

Jungkook and Haewon nod and the three of them start cleaning the table. Jungkook and
Haewon put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher while Jimin cleans the kitchen. It doesn’t take
them long before they’re done and Haewon is asking to watch the Little Mermaid. Jimin tells her
to set it up on the TV while he finishes up in the kitchen. Jungkook stays back with him, like he
expected.

Jungkook pushes Jimin against the counter and wraps his arms around his waist. Jimin loops
his arms around his neck and rests their foreheads together. He breathes in Jungkook’s scent
and he can feel his muscles relaxing. Jungkook is warm and soft against him.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, bumping their noses together.

“I’m fine.”

“Haewon is really smart.”

“Yeah,” Jimin chuckles.

“Just like you.”

“I’m not that smart.”

“Stop putting yourself down,” Jungkook pulls a few inches back to frown at Jimin. “You are.
You’re smart, kind, selfless and beautiful. She’s lucky to have you.”

Jimin strokes his cheek and smiles at him. Jungkook’s words go straight to his heart. Jimin
leans in slowly to catch Jungkook’s lips in a soft kiss. Jungkook sighs contentedly, sucking on
Jimin’s bottom lip. Jimin melts in Jungkook’s embrace, all of his worries disappear and all he
can feel is happiness. The kiss is slow and gentle, they take their time.
Jimin tilts his head to the side and hums when he feels Jungkook’s tongue on his bottom lip.
Jimin opens his mouth and buries his hands in Jungkook’s hair. He could spend hours making
out with Jungkook right here. Jungkook is such a good kisser. He always kisses Jimin with
reverence and passion. Even when it’s slow like this, Jungkook puts all of his feelings into the
kiss. It makes Jimin’s heart race, he has butterflies in his stomach.

They don’t deepen the kiss too much, the tip of their tongues tease each other, and their teeth
don’t make an appearance for once. It’s all just lips and soft touches. Their noses bump into
each other when they change the angle and it makes them smile. Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s
bottom lip, giving it a teasing lick and it makes Jungkook moan softly.

“Can we watch the movie?!” Haewon calls out from the living room.

Jimin and Jungkook break apart quickly and they both blush when they notice that Haewon is
looking at them.

Jimin clears his throat and pats Jungkook’s chest. “Let’s go.”

Jungkook follows him into the living room. Jimin’s lips are still buzzing from Jungkook’s touch.
He licks over his lips to get a taste of Jungkook but it just tastes like kimchi. Jimin sits in the
middle of the couch next to Haewon and Jungkook sits next to him.

“You kiss a lot,” Haewon says. Jimin almost chokes. “Don’t do it in front of me,” she grimaces, “it
looks gross.”

Jimin turns to look at Jungkook and he’s as red as a tomato. Jimin chuckles and strokes his
cheek softly before settling comfortably on the couch.

“Alright, we’ll be careful not to kiss in front of you,” he tells Haewon.

“Okay. Let’s watch the movie now.”

Jimin lifts his arm up to welcome her against his side. She always cuddles up to him when they
watch TV together, it’s become a habit. She presses play on the remote and the movies starts.

Jungkook leans back into the couch and rests his hands in his lap. There’s a few inches
between him and Jimin and it bothers Jimin. He wants him to come closer. Jimin pushes his
thigh against Jungkook’s and smiles when Jungkook startles.

They stay like this for the first twenty minutes of the movie. Jimin’s seen it a hundred times
already, he knows it by heart. Jungkook hasn’t moved from his spot and he looks immersed. His
lips are parted and his eyes follow what’s happening on the TV. Jimin wants to cuddle up to him
and he’d like Jungkook to understand that without him having to say it.

Jimin’s been looking at Jungkook for too long apparently because Jungkook turns to look at him
and he frowns. Jimin realizes just now he’s pouting. He can’t really control it, his lips are so
plump he always looks like he’s pouting. Haewon once told him his lips look like a beak. It made
him feel self-conscious at the time but he couldn’t really disagree.

Jimin sighs before grabbing Jungkook’s arm. He lifts it on the back of the couch, behind his own
head. Jungkook doesn’t try to fight back, he simply smiles and scoots closer. Jimin leans
against Jungkook’s side and takes Haewon with him. She looks away from the TV to look at
what’s happening but she doesn’t say anything. She just snuggles up to Jimin even more and
goes back to her movie.

Jimin sighs contentedly. He’s sandwiched in between his alpha and his daughter and he’s never
felt happier. Jungkook kisses the top of Jimin’s head and it makes him smile. They don’t move
for the rest of the movie. The room is filled with their three scents and the voices of Ariel and her
friends.

Jimin’s never felt more at home than he does now.

…………&…………

Jimin sighs heavily once he closes the door of Haewon’s bedroom.

Exhaustion always catches up to him when she’s asleep and he has nothing else to do but take
care of himself. On some nights, he pours himself a glass of wine and takes a warm bath until
he’s relaxed. On some other nights, he doesn’t have the strength to even do that and he prefers
to crash into bed.

Tonight is different because Jungkook is here.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” Jungkook says when Jimin enters the bedroom. He’s already
shirtless and Jimin looks away. He’s too tired to even think about sex.

“Okay,” Jimin nods. “Let me get you a towel.”

“Do you wanna join me?”

Jimin chuckles as he opens his closet and grabs a soft towel. When he turns around, Jungkook
is smiling softly. He looks gorgeous with his disheveled hair and dark eyes. Jimin just wants to
push him down onto the bed and cuddle him to sleep.

“We agreed not to have sex this week, Jungkook.”

“I’m not offering sex,” Jungkook smirks, “just a shower. You look tired, I just want to take care of
you.”

Jimin’s muscles are screaming for a warm shower and he can feel a headache creeping up at
the front of his skull. The offer is appealing but he knows Jungkook and he knows himself. Being
naked together in a tiny space is asking for trouble.

Jimin doesn’t like refusing Jungkook though.

“Fine,” he sighs. He walks past Jungkook to head to the bathroom. “Keep your hands to
yourself, alpha.”

“You know that’s impossible,” Jungkook chuckles behind him.

Jimin locks the bathroom door once they’re inside, just in case Haewon wakes up and decides
to look for him. Jungkook is already taking his pants off, exposing his muscular thighs. Jimin
does the same, unbuttoning his shirt before slipping it off his shoulders.

“Need some help?” Jungkook says as he steps closer. Jimin doesn’t even have time to answer
before Jungkook’s fingers start working on his pants.

“You’re already starting,” Jimin breathes out. Up this close Jungkook smells amazing and his
skin looks soft. Jimin wants to run his hands over his chest, wants to leave a trail of
goosebumps in the wake of his touch.

Jungkook looks at him through his long eyelashes, trying to look innocent. “I’m just a good alpha
wanting to take care of his omega. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

Jimin rolls his eyes but lets him have it this time. Jungkook slips his pants down his legs. He
makes a show of bending down and even leaves a soft kiss on Jimin’s tummy. Jimin smiles and
lifts one feet after the other to get rid of his pants. Jungkook takes Jimin’s socks off and throws
them on the pile of clothes they’ve created on the floor. He looks smug when he stands up.

Their eyes never leave each other. Jungkook’s fingers play with the hem of Jimin’s underwear
and it makes him shiver. Jungkook rests his hands on Jimin’s waist and rubs the skin with his
thumbs. He pecks Jimin’s nose and then his forehead. Jimin closes his eyes and lets out a
contented sigh when Jungkook nuzzles his cheek.

Jungkook slips his hands down Jimin’s back before burying them in Jimin’s boxers to grope his
ass.

“You’re impossible,” Jimin breathes out. He can’t help but smile when Jungkook chuckles
against his cheek.

Jungkook caresses Jimin’s ass softly as if it was a thing to worship. Jimin can tell he’s not doing
it in a sexual way, the feeling is actually very pleasant. Jimin runs his hands up and down
Jungkook’s biceps and kisses his scent gland. Jungkook lets out a pleased purr.

Jungkook slips Jimin’s boxers down his legs slowly, making sure to touch every inch of skin he
can get his hands on. The boxers fall to the floor and Jungkook’s hands go back to Jimin’s ass,
massaging the firm skin gently. Jimin doesn’t think twice about being naked in front of Jungkook.
He’s used to it now. Jungkook always makes him feel beautiful and desirable so he isn’t
self-conscious about his insecurities when he’s with him.

Jimin pulls back from Jungkook’s neck and kisses him on the lips. He slides his hands down
Jungkook’s chest, feeling every ridge of muscle under his fingertips, until he reaches the hem of
his boxers. The kiss is slow and sweet, just a slide of their lips. Jimin can feel Jungkook
shuddering against him, the way he always does when Jimin runs his hands over his body.

Jimin hooks a finger on the hem of Jungkook’s boxers and pulls on it until it snaps back against
Jungkook’s abdomen. Jungkook grunts into the kiss and it makes Jimin smile. Serves him right
for teasing Jimin.

Jimin’s hands move to Jungkook’s back. He runs the tip of his fingers up and down the warm
skin until he feels goosebumps on Jungkook’s skin. Jungkook brings their bodies closer, until
their chests are touching. The change in temperature makes Jimin shiver. His alpha’s body is so
hot, it always catches Jimin off guard.

Jimin slips his fingers inside Jungkook’s boxers and pushes them down his legs until he’s naked
too. Jimin licks at Jungkook’s bottom lip playfully before pulling away. Jungkook chases after his
lips and pecks him one more time.

“Shower,” Jimin breathes out. He pushes Jungkook away gently and Jungkook lets him.

Jimin stops his eyes from wandering down Jungkook’s body because he knows the sight of his
cock will affect him. He hasn’t seen or touched it in weeks, but he remembers the weight of it on
his tongue and the feeling of it inside his walls like it was yesterday.

Jimin opens the shower door and turns the water on. He can hear Jungkook’s breath hitching
behind him and he knows it’s the sight of his ass that’s affecting him. Jimin smirks.

“Do you like it hot?” Jimin asks.

“I always like it hot.”

“I meant the shower.”

“So did I,” Jungkook says as he rests his hands on Jimin’s waist and nuzzles his scent gland.

“Sure.”

“For someone who keeps saying we can’t have sex, you sure think about sex a lot.”

“Of course I do,” Jimin turns in Jungkook’s embrace and wraps his arms around his neck. “Have
you seen yourself?”

“Cute.”

Jimin yelps when Jungkook pushes him into the shower right under the stream of hot water.
Jimin grips Jungkook’s shoulders and gasps when the water hits his face. The temperature of
the water matches the one of Jungkook’s body but Jimin still shivers.

“Jungkook!” Jimin cries out.

It takes him a second to get his balance back and when he does, he lets go of Jungkook to swat
at his chest. Jimin steps aside so the water doesn’t fall in his eyes anymore and frowns at a
beaming Jungkook. Jimin pushes his wet hair back and wipes the water off of his face with his
hands. Jungkook’s front is wet but not his back, so Jimin switches their positions. Jimin closes
the shower door and groans when he notices the pool of water on the floor. They’ll have to be
careful not to slip when they get out.

Jimin swallows when he turns back to Jungkook. His face is right under the stream, the water
sliding down his body highlight every single muscle. His biceps flex when he pushes his hair
back. He looks sexy. He looks like a walking wet dream.

Jimin looks away when Jungkook gets out of under the stream and looks at him.

“Let’s clean you up, baby,” Jungkook says. Jimin can hear the smugness in his voice. Jungkook
grabs his arm to make him stand under the water.

“I can do it myself.”

Jungkook bends down to grab a bottle of shampoo. “Should I just stand here and watch you,
then?” He asks when he gets up. He smirks at Jimin.

“You would hate that,” Jimin smiles. He takes the bottle of shampoo from Jungkook and pours a
dollop in his palm.
“Not really. You know how to put on a good show.”

“I do,” Jimin nods as he starts washing his own hair, “but you would hate not being able to touch
because you’re a greedy alpha.”

Jungkook proves Jimin’s point when he pushes Jimin’s hands away to replace them with his
own. The warm water hitting Jimin’s back are doing wonders for his sore muscles and the
feeling of Jungkook’s fingers against his scalp is heavenly. Jungkook takes his time to massage
Jimin’s head, in fact it lasts so long Jimin closes his eyes at one point because he starts to feel
sleepy.

“Feels nice?” Jungkook asks when Jimin starts to purr.

“Feels great.”

“You’re right, by the way. Not being able to touch you would feel like torture.”

“I know,” Jimin smiles, “I’m always right.”

Jungkook’s answer is to push his face under the stream of water. Jimin splutters and almost
chokes on the shampoo sliding down his face. He can’t hear anything under the loud sound of
the water but he’s certain Jungkook is laughing. Jimin washes the shampoo off and rubs his
eyes when he steps forward to catch his breath. When he opens his eyes, Jungkook is washing
his own hair.

“You’re so annoying,” Jimin says but he can’t help but smile.

“Give me a kiss,” Jungkook puckers his lips.

Jimin takes a handful of shampoo from Jungkook’s hair and smears it all over his mouth and
chin. Jungkook moves his face away and spits everywhere to get the shampoo out of mouth. He
wipes his face off with his forearm but it’s not enough to make the disgusting taste disappear.
Jimin laughs at him but it doesn’t last long because Jungkook cups Jimin’s cheeks with his
hands full of shampoo and smears it all over his face too. Jimin pushes him away by the chest
and hurries under the water to wash his face.

“You’re a brat,” Jungkook says as he washes his hands. He catches water in his mouth and
spits on the shower floor to get rid of the remaining soap.

“You started it,” Jimin smiles and steps aside. “Wash your hair.”

Jungkook does as he’s told and Jimin has a full view of his muscular back and ass. It’s not as
plump as Jimin’s but it’s still a very nice ass. Jimin grabs the bottle of shower gel and pours
some into his hand. He waits for Jungkook to be done and to step away from the water to start
smearing shower gel on his back. Jungkook lets out a small gasp at the coldness and looks
over his shoulder to look at Jimin.

“You have a great back,” Jimin says.

It’s an understatement. There’s just something about wide and muscular backs that always get
to Jimin. Jungkook’s back is a perfect canvas for nail marks. Jimin loves holding onto his it when
Jungkook fucks him, he loves feeling the muscles move under his hands every time Jungkook
thrusts in and out of him, and he loves seeing the pretty pink marks he left behind once they’re
done. Jimin prefers them to hickeys. It feels dirtier, and it’s a testimony to how good Jungkook
made him feel.

His skin is unmarked now and it’s another reminder of how long it’s been since they’ve last had
sex.

Jimin slides his hands up to Jungkook’s shoulders and massages them for a little while.
Jungkook groans and drops his head down when Jimin digs his fingers into the knots there.
Jungkook’s shoulders are too big for Jimin’s hands and somehow that thought makes heat pool
in the pit of his stomach. Jungkook isn’t even that much taller, he’s not huge either but he feels
so big compared to Jimin. He feels strong under Jimin’s hands and that turns Jimin on.

Jimin tries to think of something else but it’s hard when Jungkook’s body is right here. After a
few minutes, Jimin lets go of Jungkook’s shoulder and slides them down his back, making sure
to smear the shower gel everywhere. He stops just above Jungkook’s ass before running his
hands up to wash his arms. Jimin’s eyes follow the trail of his hands. Jimin bites his bottom lip
when he reaches Jungkook’s biceps. He squeezes his fingers around the muscles and licks his
lips.

He’s getting more worked up by the minute and he can tell Jungkook can tell. Jungkook makes
a show of flexing his muscles. He feels rock hard under Jimin’s hands and it makes Jimin’s dick
twitch. Jimin moves his hands down Jungkook’s forearms, steps closer until his chest touches
Jungkook’s back. He rests his cheek on Jungkook’s shoulder and slides his fingers in between
Jungkook’s. Jungkook turns his hands and Jimin runs the tips of his fingers against his palms.
He wraps his hands around Jungkook’s wrists and rubs the soap into his skin before sliding his
fingers in between Jungkook’s again. Jungkook’s eyes never leave the motions of Jimin’s
delicate hands and Jimin can feel his breathing picking up.

Jimin’s touch is turning Jungkook on.

Jimin moves his hands up Jungkook’s arms slowly and he leaves a teasing kiss on his scent
gland. Jungkook shivers in his hold and it makes Jimin smile. Jimin takes a step back and trails
his hands down Jungkook’s back again. Instead of trailing them further down, Jimin slides his
arms around Jungkook’s waist and flattens his hands on his abs.

Jungkook groans when he looks down. Jimin knows for a fact that Jungkook has a thing for his
hands, more specifically for their small size. Jimin can’t see from behind Jungkook but he’s sure
the sight of them on his body is working Jungkook up. Not only can he feel Jimin’s touch but he
can see it now too.

Jimin slides one of his hands to Jungkook’s hip and runs the other one up his chest. Jungkook is
being good and is keeping his arms to his sides. He doesn’t try to order Jimin around or to rush
him. Jimin could get used to a pliant Jungkook.

Jimin runs his hand over one of Jungkook’s nipple, making him shudder. Jimin knows he’s
playing with fire but he wants to know how long Jungkook will last before pinning him to the wall.

The water is hitting Jungkook’s chest so there’s no soap left on Jimin’s hands. They both know
it’s not about washing each other anymore. They’re playing a game now. No matter what they
plan on doing together, they always end up here.

Jimin tightens his hold on Jungkook’s hip, digging his fingers into the skin almost painfully for a
few seconds before letting go. The hand on Jungkook’s chest slides back down, slowly,
teasingly. His thumb catches on the hard nub of Jungkook’s nipple and it makes his mouth
water. He wants to feel Jungkook’s body with his mouth too but if he does, it would mean he lost
their game. He can’t give Jungkook more until Jungkook asks.

Jimin brings both of his hands to Jungkook’s abs. He gasps against Jungkook’s shoulder when
he feels the muscles flex under his touch. He wants to see but Jungkook is too big, too tall for
him to peek over his shoulder.

Jimin pushes one hand against Jungkook’s abs until there’s not an inch of space separating
their bodies. Jimin rests his parted mouth against Jungkook’s shoulder and lets out a long sigh
when his half-hard cock brushes against Jungkook’s ass.

Jungkook is too quiet, Jimin can’t tell what he’s thinking. He’s usually more talkative and never
misses an opportunity to taunt Jimin. The only thing that assures Jimin he’s enjoying this is his
strong scent and the way he’s breathing more heavily than usual. Jimin would like to think that if
Jungkook didn’t like it he would say so.

It’s too hot in the shower, there’s steam all around them. Jimin isn’t even sure it comes from the
water, it might just be from the heat of their bodies. Jimin can’t tell if it’s droplets of water sliding
down his face or if he’s just sweating. Both of their bodies are slippery from the remaining soap
on Jungkook’s back and the water. Jungkook’s chest is probably red where the water hits his
skin.
Jimin moves one of his hands down Jungkook’s body while the other stays on his abs. He runs
the tips of his fingers down Jungkook’s hip all the way to the top of thigh. Jimin leaves an open
mouthed kiss on Jungkook’s nape and squeezes his thigh.

Jimin jumps when Jungkook takes hold of his hand and wraps it around his hard cock.

“Is that what you’re looking for, baby?” Jungkook says in a hoarse voice.

Jungkook doesn’t let go of Jimin’s hand around his cock. Jimin’s breath hitches in his throat
when it twitches in his hold. Jimin can’t even remember the last time he touched Jungkook but
he missed it. Jimin adjusts his hold until his hand is properly wrapped around his alpha’s cock.
He even dares to squeeze his length, making Jungkook groan.

“No,” Jimin breathes out, “but apparently it’s what you’ve been waiting for, _baby_.”

Jungkook moves Jimin’s hand up and down his cock once.

“You’re so hard,” Jimin smirks. “I was just trying to thoroughly wash you, you know.”

“Are you gonna do something about it or not?” Jungkook isn’t good at hiding his impatience and
it makes Jimin chuckle.

“Do you want me to?”

“No, I love when you give me blue balls.”

“Well, then,” Jimin says as he lets go of Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook turns around and pushes Jimin against the cold wall. Jimin hisses when his back
comes into contact with it. He barely has time to recover before his wrists get pinned to the wall
by Jungkook’s hands. Jungkook’s eyes are dark and his body blocks the light coming from the
bathroom ceiling, like a shadow about to drag Jimin down to the pits of hell.

“Here he is,” Jimin says. He’s smug. It took Jungkook longer than expected to lose his cool. “My
alpha.”

Jungkook’s mouth latches onto Jimin’s neck and his grip around Jimin’s wrists tighten. Jimin tilts
his head back and lets him. He’s fully hard now. There’s just something about being able to work
his alpha up so quickly that gets to him. Jimin shivers when Jungkook nips at his scent gland
before licking over it.

The water is hitting Jungkook’s back and Jimin has the blink away the small drops that
sometimes get in his eyes. Jungkook’s skin feels like it’s on fire, Jimin can’t even feel the
coldness of the wall anymore. Jimin’s hole clenches every time he feels Jungkook’s cock
against his hips. Jungkook nips at Jimin’s scent gland one more time before putting his mouth to
Jimin’s ear.

“Can I fuck you?”

“No.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook whimpers as he rubs his cock against Jimin’s stomach.

Jimin is just being a tease at this point. Realistically they could have sex in the shower without
getting caught because the sound of the water would drown out their moans, but Jimin doesn’t
like going back on his word. He told Jungkook that they can’t have sex, so he’s going to be a
stubborn little shit about it and refuse him. Jungkook is fun to play with.

“Get yourself off if you have to, babe,” Jimin says even though it’s killing him and he’d rather
turn around and bend over for Jungkook.

“You know I have to,” Jungkook is panting in his ear, “you made me like this.”

Jimin nuzzles his cheek. He knows he’s being cruel but Jungkook can take it. Jimin releases
calming pheromones to placate his desperate alpha and it works. Jungkook lets go of his wrists
and wraps his arms around his waist, letting out a pleased hum against his neck.

Jimin runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and bucks his hips up. He bites on his bottom lip
to stop a moan from escaping his mouth when their cocks meet. Jungkook lets out a warning
growl that only serves to make Jimin more excited.

Jungkook pulls back and frowns at Jimin. “What do you want me to do?” he asks. The question
sends heat straight to Jimin’s abdomen. “You try to calm me down but then you tease me. I
don’t understand what you want.”

“What about you? What do you want?”

“I want to wreck you.”

Jimin gasps and smirks, quirking an eyebrow up. It sounds so appealing. It sounds exactly like
what they both need. Jimin won’t let them have it.

“You can’t.”

“Then what am I supposed to do?” Jungkook sounds more desperate by the second.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do? You want me to order you around?”

“No,” Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. It’s like he can’t make sense of
his thoughts. “Just tell me what I’m allowed to do. I don’t want to do something wrong,
something you don’t want to do.”

It’s such a Jungkook thing to care about Jimin’s safety first, even though he’s rock hard and
desperate to get off.

“Should I just leave it or can I actually get off?”

“I told you, you can.”

“How?” Jungkook whimpers, grinding his hips against Jimin’s.

“Fuck my thighs.”

Jungkook freezes and so does Jimin because he doesn’t know where that comes from. It’s not
something he’s ever done or ever thought of doing before but it just came out. He won’t let
Jungkook fuck him but this seems like a good compromise.

“Are you serious?”

“If you want to,” Jimin says. He suddenly feels shy because Jungkook might not even be into
the idea.

“Are you kidding?”

“Jungkook,” Jimin whines.

“Of course, I fucking want to.”

“Okay, then do it.”

Jungkook stares at him for a few seconds as if he’s assessing the situation and making sure
Jimin is actually into it. Jimin’s gaze doesn’t waver and to encourage Jungkook, he grinds their
cocks together.

That’s all it takes for Jungkook to snap back into alpha mode.

He grips Jimin’s hips and spins him around so he’s facing the wall. Jimin barely has time to find
his balance before Jungkook pulls his ass up. Jimin arches his back and rests his hands on the
wall. Jimin gasps when Jungkook pushes his cock in between his cheeks.
“Jungkook!” he warns, looking over his shoulder.

“I won’t put it in,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t even look up. “But your ass looks too good for me
not to use it.”

“Don’t get carried away or you’ll be sleeping on the streets this week.”

Jungkook chuckles and bends down to leave a kiss on Jimin’s shoulder. “I won’t, baby. I
promise.”

“Okay,” Jimin whispers.

He closes his eyes and sighs contentedly when Jungkook nuzzles his cheek reassuringly.
Jungkook leaves a kiss there before going back to his previous position. He lets go of Jimin’s
hips with one hand to guide his cock between Jimin’s asscheeks. He takes hold of Jimin’s ass
and squeezes his cheeks around the length of his cock, thrusting up and down to stroke himself.
The drag of Jungkook’s cock against his hole makes him shiver. It’s torture for him, to have
Jungkook’s cock so close to where he wants it but not having it inside him.

Jimin rests his forehead against the cold wall and tries to regulate his breathing. Jungkook
curses when the head of his cock catches on Jimin’s rim. Jimin is wet now, making the slide
easier. The shower smells like soap, the woods and flowers. Everything feels too hot and it feels
uncomfortable in so many ways but it also feels amazing.

Jungkook is going at a slow pace which surprises Jimin because until now he seemed really
desperate to get off. Jimin has a feeling that Jungkook wants to savor the sight of his cock
sliding between his cheeks. Jimin wishes he could see too.

Jungkook’s cock feels so big and heavy, Jimin’s omega is begging him to let his alpha take him.
His hole is clenching around nothing and slick pools out of it consistently. If the sound of the
water didn’t drown out everything else then Jimin is sure they could hear the squelch of
Jungkook’s cock against his wet cheeks.

“This feels amazing,” Jungkook breathes out in between whimpers.

Jimin nods but Jungkook probably doesn’t notice. He’s not even sure why he’s agreeing with
Jungkook because it’s nothing compared to actually being fucked, but somehow it’s still
pleasurable for Jimin. It’s more of a mental thing for him than it is physical. The thought of
Jungkook using him for his own pleasure, the thought of not getting anything out of it, turns him
on. Every time the tip of Jungkook’s cock brush against his hole, his dick twitches.

After a few more minutes of slow grinding Jungkook pulls back. Jimin is almost disappointed.
Jungkook gathers slick on his fingers and smears it on Jimin’s thighs, and then nothing. Jimin
doesn’t feel anything for a few seconds too long so he looks over his shoulder to check on
Jungkook. He curses when he sees him. Jungkook’s eyes are trained on Jimin’s ass while he’s
stroking himself, playing with the head of his cock.

“You could come like this, couldn’t you?” Jimin asks. He arches his back to make his ass look
even prettier.

“Yeah, I fucking could,” Jungkook grunts out. It almost sounds like he’s growling.

Jimin leans his cheek against the wall and brings his arms back to spread his ass, exposing his
pink hole.

“Fuck, Jimin.”

Jungkook strokes himself faster and bites on his bottom lip. He is a sight. Strands of his wet hair
are falling into his dark eyes, the veins in his forearms are protruding and his abs are shiny with
water. Jimin already misses the feeling of his pecs under his hands and he wishes he had his
mouth wrapped around one of his hard nipples.

Jimin teases him by brushing his wet hole with the tip of his fingers. He even pushes the tip of
his middle finger in, gasping at the small stretch. It does absolutely nothing to help him get off
but it makes Jungkook growl.

Jungkook lets go of his cock and pins Jimin’s hands and front to the wall. He pulls his ass back
just the slightest and guides his cock in between Jimin’s thighs. He drapes his body over Jimin,
his parted lips brush against his ear.

“You’re such a good omega but you’re so fucking bad,” Jungkook growls.

Jimin can’t tell if he’s being praised or if he’s being scolded. All he can feel and think about is the
drag of Jungkook’s cock against his balls. He does his best to keep his legs closed and to
squeeze his thighs around Jungkook. Judging from the way Jungkook is groaning and
whimpering, he’s doing a pretty good job at it.

“I’m so good to you,” Jungkook breathes out. “The way you tease me,” he bites Jimin’s earlobe,
making him moan, “I should have punished you long ago.”

Jungkook’s putting so much force into his thrusts that the sound of skin slapping skin fills the
room. Jimin’s ass starts to sting from it and he loves it.

“Why haven’t you?”

“Because I’m too fucking soft for you.”

Jimin chuckles. His cheek is pressed to the wall and Jungkook is still pinning his wrists on the
side of his head. All he can feel is Jungkook. He can barely hear anything else but Jungkook’s
moans in his ear. He sounds so good, every time he chokes on his own breaths Jimin’s cock
twitches.

“Maybe I want you to punish me,” Jimin whispers. “Maybe that’s why I tease you so much,” his
voice breaks on a whine. “I want you to snap and teach me a lesson.”

“There’s no lesson for me to teach you, baby,” Jungkook licks up the shell of Jimin’s ear. “I don’t
want an obedient omega. I love that you’re a fucking brat.”

Jimin whimpers when Jungkook wraps his hand around his cock. He slows the pace of his
thrusts down, grinding painfully slow against Jimin’s ass. Jungkook’s cock feels so big in
between his thighs and he’s pretty sure he could come from the friction of it on his balls.
Jungkook matches the strokes of his hand to his thrusts. It’s too slow to be satisfying, it’s just
driving Jimin crazy.

“Jungkook, come on,” Jimin whines, pushing his ass back even though it does nothing.

“What is it?”

“Make us cum.”

Jungkook rubs the head of Jimin’s cock with his thumb, gathering the precome coming out of
the tip and smearing it down his length. Jimin squeezes his thighs tight around Jungkook’s cock
in retaliation, making him growl warningly. Jimin couldn’t care less about Jungkook’s warning, he
just wants to cum and then go to bed to cuddle. He moves his hips back and forth as if he was
fucking himself on Jungkook’s cock and Jungkook doesn’t try to stop him.

“Please,” Jimin breathes out. He always ends up here, even when he tries to take control of the
situation, he’s always the one who ends up begging.

“Jimin,” Jungkook says. He’s leaving open mouthed kisses on Jimin’s neck. “You’re so good, so
beautiful.”

Jungkook fucks Jimin’s thighs faster, his rhythm becomes erratic. He’s so lost in his own
pleasure that he stops stroking Jimin. Jimin whines and pushes Jungkook’s hand away to take
care of it himself.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Jungkook keeps mumbling praises against Jimin’s skin. “You’re
perfect, so fucking perfect.”
The words are what pushes Jimin over the edge. His hole clenches around nothing and his
thighs tremble as he spills in his hand. He whimpers Jungkook’s name over and over again until
he’s done. Jungkook shushes him and keeps whispering sweet nothings in his ear. He caresses
Jimin’s body gently but doesn’t stop the movement of his hips. Jimin is so tired he feels like his
legs are going to give out.

“Jimin, I-,” Jungkook’s voice breaks and he cums hard in between Jimin’s thighs. Jimin doesn’t
know what he wanted to say and Jungkook is probably too fucked out to remember.

Jungkook pulls back and pumps his cock until he’s done coming all over Jimin’s ass. He rubs
the head of his cock against one of Jimin’s asscheeks before slapping it against the other one.
Jimin humors him for a few seconds before the position he’s in becomes too uncomfortable. He
stands up straight and groans when his back aches.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks as he wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist to hold him up.

“I’m fine, babe.”

“Let’s get this cum off of you.”

Jimin sighs when the hot water hits his aching body. He closes his eyes and lets Jungkook take
care of him. It takes them around ten minutes to finish their shower. Jungkook turns the water off
and gets out first. He grabs the towel Jimin left in the sink and wraps it around Jimin’s shoulders.

“It’s yours, Jungkook,” Jimin tries to protest but Jungkook doesn’t listen. Instead, he dries
Jimin’s hair and then his body. “You don’t have to do this. I’m fine, I swear.”

“I like doing it.”

“Now your towel is wet.”

“It doesn’t matter, baby,” Jungkook chuckles and kisses the tip of Jimin’s nose. “Stop worrying
about me and let me take care of you.”

“What if I want to take care of you too?”

“Another day.”

Jimin sighs but silently agrees. When he’s all dry, he reaches for his own towel on the towel
holder and hands it to Jungkook who smiles at him. Jimin wraps his arms around his neck and
gives him a soft kiss.
“You’re going to get wet again, Jimin,” Jungkook complains.

“I just want kisses,” Jimin pouts.

“God, you’re so cute.”

“Hurry up and join me in bed when you’re done.”

“I will.”

Jimin gives him a quick peck before unlocking the door to walk back to his bedroom, still
completely naked. He’ll pick their clothes up from the floor tomorrow, right now all he wants is to
bury himself under his blanket.

Jimin puts a fresh pair of boxers on, turns his side lamp on and switches the main light off. He
literally moans and melts against his mattress when he’s finally settled in bed. He’s dreamt
about this moment since he woke up this morning.

It doesn’t take long for Jungkook to join him. He doesn’t bother with underwear and gets in bed
naked. As soon as he lies down, Jimin wraps himself around him. Jungkook loops his arm
around Jimin’s shoulders and Jimin rests his head on Jungkook’s chest. He swings his leg over
Jungkook’s hips and sighs happily, squirming until he finds the perfect position.

“Who knew you were the cuddling type,” Jungkook says. He’s running his fingers up and down
Jimin’s back.

“I only cuddle those who are worthy of my cuddles.”

“I’m glad I upgraded to cuddle worthy, then.”

“It’s because you’ve been a good boy,” Jimin says. He smiles and pats Jungkook’s chest. “This
feels so nice,” he breathes out, closing his eyes.

Jungkook kisses the top of his head. “I can’t believe you let me do that.”

“Do what?”

“What we did in the shower? That was hot.”

“I don’t know why you’re still surprised,” Jimin mumbles. He’s caressing Jungkook’s chest. “We
don’t really have vanilla sex.”

“I mean, we could be kinkier.”

“Oh?”

“You know,” Jungkook shrugs, “we could be using handcuffs and blindfolds. I could be spanking
you and doing all sorts of things to you.”

“Whatever you want,” Jimin says. He’s half asleep right now, he doesn’t really know what they’re
talking about.

“Don’t tempt me.”

Jimin purrs when he feels Jungkook’s fingers in his hair. He’s so comfortable right now, he’s
ready to sleep for an entire week. His alpha is here, he took care of him, gave him an orgasm
before bed and is now cuddling him. It’s perfect. It’s how every day should be.

“Jimin?” Jungkook says after a few minutes of silence. Jimin almost doesn’t hear him.

“Hm?”

“Do you want to talk about what Haewon said at dinner?”

“Not tonight,” Jimin sighs, “‘m too tired.”

“Alright,” Jungkook kisses his forehead. “Let’s sleep then.”

Jimin doesn’t answer because he’s already kind of sleeping anyway. It’s silent for only a minute
before Jungkook speaks again.

“Jimin?”

“Hm?”

“The light is still on.”

“Leave it.”

“I can’t sleep with the light on.”

“Don’t wanna move,” Jimin whines, wrapping himself tighter around Jungkook to stop him from
moving.

“I need my beauty sleep too.”

“Shh.”

“I’ll cook you breakfast tomorrow if you turn it off.”

“You can’t cook.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans. “Please?” he whines.

Jimin sighs heavily but he still decides to move from his very comfortable spot on Jungkook’s
chest. He groans and complains but he still does it. He turns on his other side and switches the
lamp off. He doesn’t have time to turn back around because Jungkook wraps an arm around his
waist and spoons him. Jimin hums happily and intertwines their fingers on his stomach.

“Goodnight, Jungkook.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

Notes for the Chapter:

9. Chapter 9

Notes for the Chapter:

> Well, hello, hi, I'm back! This fic isn't dead but I've had the most frustrating case of writer's
block for the past few months. Thank you so, so much for your patience and I hope this 21k
chapter makes up for the wait. Thank you for your endless support and I'm sorry for making you
wait that long! Anyway, I hope you enjoy ♥

The first thing Jungkook hears when he wakes up is the sound of the TV in the living room, and
the first thing he feels is a soft hand pushing his hair back. The bed feels warm and comfortable
compared to Taehyung’s couch, and for once Jungkook wakes up without an aching back. He
hums happily when he feels soft lips kissing his cheek.

Jungkook opens his eyes to find Jimin’s side of the bed empty. Morning light is coming through
the closed blinds but it’s gentle enough that Jungkook’s eyes quickly get used to it. Jimin’s
petting almost lulls him back to sleep.
“Morning, babe,” Jimin whispers, as gentle as the hand he rests on Jungkook’s shoulder. “I’m
leaving to take Haewon to school soon.”

Jungkook doesn’t like the sound of that, because who’s gonna pet him if Jimin leaves?
Jungkook rolls on his back, stretching his like a cat and groaning at the amazing feeling. He
wraps his arms around Jimin’s middle and rolls over on his side again, forcing Jimin to lie down
next to him. Jimin’s protests turn into giggles.

Jungkook pins Jimin down on the mattress, throwing a leg over his hips and resting his head on
his shoulder to bury his nose against his scent gland. He inhales deeply and the familiar scent
of flowers filling his senses puts his wolf at ease.

“I don’t have time, Jungkook,” Jimin whines.

“I want cuddles,” Jungkook’s voice is rough from sleep. He clears his throat and squirms to get
even more comfortable. He’s reminded that he’s naked when his soft cock brushes against the
fabric of Jimin’s jeans. Images of a wet and naked Jimin fills his mind but he’s too sleepy to let
the thoughts affect him.

“I’d love to give you cuddles but Haewon is waiting for me.”

“She’s busy watching TV,” Jungkook mumbles before softly kissing Jimin’s neck. “Just five
minutes.”

“You’re just going to fall back asleep,” Jimin protests but he’s already caressing Jungkook’s arm.

“Stroke my hair,” Jungkook demands.

Jimin slides his arm under Jungkook’s head and tangles his fingers in his hair. Jungkook sighs
contentedly and bumps his nose against Jimin’s neck. Jungkook doesn’t do cuddles so he
doesn’t know where his morning neediness comes from.

When he was a kid, his mother used to cuddle him all the time but when Jungkook turned
thirteen, he started to grow out of it. Like every teenager, he thought it was embarrassing to still
ask for cuddles from his mother.

Taehyung is cuddly, way more than Jungkook is comfortable with and there’s been instances
where Jungkook didn’t manage to escape his best friend’s cuddles. He usually huffs and puffs
but ultimately Taehyung always gets what he wants.

Jungkook only initiates cuddling when he’s sad or drunk. He just has a hard time letting people
take care of him.
Things are different with Jimin. Everything is.

It’s probably an alpha thing, wanting cuddles from his omega, or Jungkook is simply tired of
pretending like he doesn’t like human contact. It’s easier for Jungkook to be affectionate with
Jimin because he knows that Jimin struggles with affection too. Jungkook is more comfortable
taking care of people and making them happy, and judging from the way Jimin’s scent sweetens
every time Jungkook shows him affection, he likes it more than he lets on.

That makes Jungkook happy.

“You’re like a puppy,” Jimin says. Jungkook can hardly focus because Jimin is scratching his
scalp and it feels amazing.

“Do you really have to leave?” Jungkook knows it’s a stupid question but he’s sleepy and Jimin
is comfortable. He smells incredible, he’s warm and Jungkook kind of wants to make out with
him now.

“Yeah, I do,” Jimin chuckles.

“Stay.”

“You have work too.”

The fact that Jimin knows his schedule makes Jungkook smile. Jimin must have memorized it
now that they’re together and see each other more often. Jungkook knows Jimin’s too, he
knows exactly when he can surprise him with lunch and when he can come see him after work,
if only for a few minutes before he has to leave to pick Haewon up from school.

“Give me a kiss,” Jungkook demands. He leans up on his forearm and looks down at Jimin for
the first time this morning.

Jimin’s hair is fanned out on the pillow, there’s dark bags under his eyes, signs of years spent
being a single parent, and from up this close Jungkook can see the freckles on his cheekbones.

Jungkook’s never noticed those before but he falls in love with them instantly.

He brushes them with the pad of his index finger and Jimin looks at him curiously. Jungkook
slides his finger down the bridge of his small nose, which he fell in love with the first time he saw
Jimin at that bar, then he brushes his thumb on Jimin’s pink bottom lip.

“You’re beautiful,” Jungkook whispers reverently. Jimin’s natural pout turns into a soft smile, pink
dusting his cheeks.
The first few times Jungkook met with Jimin, he was wearing eye makeup which made his eyes
look more sultry than they actually are. Jungkook really fell in love with Jimin’s eyes the first time
he saw him without makeup on, like today. They look softer like this, less intimidating. Eyes are
the mirror of the soul and Jungkook can attest to that. Jimin’s brown eyes look warm and
inviting, they pull you in until you’re drowning in them and can’t escape. Jimin captured
Jungkook’s heart the minute he laid his eyes on him.

Jungkook doesn’t do denial. He knows that he’s never felt that way about anyone else before.
Granted he’s never been in a relationship, but he knows that his feelings for Jimin are special,
that they mean something. He can’t really know for sure if it’s love, and it’s probably too early to
tell but he knows that he almost told Jimin he loved him last night.

His brain has a bigger sense of self-preservation than he thought because the words didn’t
escape his mouth. It’s too early to tell Jimin that he loves him, he knows that much. Jimin isn’t
ready to hear those words and Jungkook is okay with that. He doesn’t have to tell Jimin, yet.
He’ll keep it to himself for now, and he’ll wait for the right time.

“Are you going to let me give you a kiss or not?” Jimin says. His playful smile makes Jungkook
roll his eyes.

“Sorry, I just got lost in your eyes,” Jungkook says dramatically. It makes Jimin laugh.

“Don’t say things like that it sounds cringe.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” Jungkook says before pressing his lips to Jimin’s, laughing into the kiss.
Jimin lets out a breathy moan when Jungkook drapes himself over him, slipping one leg in
between his thighs. Jimin relaxes into the embrace, putty under Jungkook’s lips.

Jimin tastes like toothpaste and coffee, his lips are soft and wet. Jungkook tilts his head to the
side and sucks on Jimin’s bottom lip. He flattens his hands on Jimin’s sides, feeling the ridges of
his ribs. Jungkook wishes Jimin was naked so he could feel his warm skin against his chest.
The thought makes his alpha whine with desperation.

Jimin’s hands slide down Jungkook’s back, sending a shiver down his spine. Jungkook gives a
teasing lick to Jimin’s bottom lip and Jimin obediently opens his mouth. Jungkook releases a
pleased hum, tongue sliding against Jimin’s. He slides his hand down to Jimin’s thigh and brings
it up against his hip.

It was supposed to be a chaste morning kiss but Jungkook is kind of in the mood for morning
sex now. Jimin’s scent smells sweet, the way it always does when he loses himself in
Jungkook’s embrace. They deepen the kiss and their breathing picks up. Jungkook buries his
hand in Jimin’s hair to tilt his head to the side, running his tongue against the roof of his mouth
to taste him. Jimin whines and tightens his hold on Jungkook’s back.
Jungkook wishes he could spend the next hour buried in between Jimin’s legs, fucking him nice
and slow and worshipping his body. He would kiss him until they can’t breathe and he would
swallow every moan Jimin makes.

Unfortunately, the sound of the TV is a reminder that they’re not alone and that Jungkook
doesn’t get to give Jimin the morning sex he deserves.

Jungkook pecks Jimin’s lips two more times before kissing his cheek, his jaw and then his neck.
He licks over Jimin’s scent gland, earning a contented sigh. It’s surprising that Jimin still smells
like flowers when all Jungkook does is scent him. Jimin tilts his head back to expose his neck.
Heat pools in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach at the blatant show of submission. He nips at
Jimin’s scent gland and it makes the omega tremble. Jungkook smiles before kissing his way up
to Jimin’s mouth, pecking him one last time.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Jungkook smirks down at Jimin who looks completely
wrecked.

“I wish I didn’t,” Jimin chuckles before licking his lips. Jungkook’s eyes follow the motion. Jimin’s
plump and red lips look so inviting, Jungkook can’t help but give him another kiss.

“I’m right here,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s jaw, “all naked for you, omega,” he smiles
when Jimin groans. Jungkook brushes his lips against the shell of Jimin’s ear. “Ready to take
you, right here, right now,” Jimin’s scent turns even sweeter. “What a shame you have to leave
me like this.”

“You’re the worst,” Jimin whines. It makes Jungkook laugh. “You like teasing me way too much.”

“You like being teased just as much.”

“Don’t tease me too much because if I tease you back,” Jimin smirks, brushing their lips together
and wrapping a leg around Jungkook’s waist, “you’ll lose your mind, alpha.”

Jungkook groans before biting Jimin’s bottom lip. He tightens his hold on Jimin’s waist and
grinds their hips together, making Jimin gasp. Jungkook pecks his lips before rolling on his back.
The sheets are pulled down and barely cover his crotch. His abs are on full display and he
knows he looks like sin right now. He puts his arms behind his head and smirks at Jimin who’s
looking at him with hooded eyes.

“You can eat whatever you want for breakfast,” Jimin says as he sits up. His hair looks a mess
atop his head. He looks like he just came out of a quickie or a very heated make out session.

“Thank you.”
“I should go, now.”

“You should?” Jungkook cocks an eyebrow up. Jimin doesn’t sound like he wants to leave at all.

“Aren’t you gonna ask me to stay?”

“Do you wanna stay?”

“Do you want me to stay?”

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs. Jimin is pouting. He swats Jungkook’s chest and
frowns. Jungkook loves when Jimin gets needy and isn’t afraid to ask for his attention. It doesn’t
happen very often because Jimin is still pretty guarded, which makes it even more special when
he does.

Jimin crawls on Jungkook’s lap and bends down to kiss him. Jungkook moans against his lips
and wraps his arms around his waist. Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s bottom lip and caresses his
cheek softly. Jimin gives a teasing lick to Jungkook’s top lip before pulling away.

“You’re so annoying,” he whispers before pecking Jungkook’s lips. “Say you want me to stay.”

“So, my baby wants to give me orders, now,” Jungkook smirks. He brushes their noses together.

“Yes,” Jimin kisses his cheek, “so be a good boy for once and do as you’re told,” he mutters
before nipping at Jungkook’s jaw. Jungkook’s dick twitches under the sheets. It’s unexpected
but not unwelcome. Jimin sounds very sexy right now.

“Of course I want you to stay,” Jungkook breathes out. “I want you to spend the day with me.
Just the two of us, in this very bed.”

“Hm,” Jimin kisses Jungkook’s forehead, “good pup.”

“I’m not a pup,” Jungkook frowns.

“You are.”

“You know damn well I’m not,” Jungkook says, groping Jimin’s ass as if it proved anything. It
only makes Jimin laugh.

“My pup,” Jimin mumbles against his lips, before kissing him. Jungkook must admit that he
doesn’t hate the pet name.
“I don’t want you to go,” Jungkook whines, hugging Jimin tighter.

“I have to,” Jimin pouts, brushing Jungkook’s hair back.

“Not if I don’t let you go.”

“Don’t let me call my daughter,” Jimin smiles playfully.

“She’s going to kill me if she finds us cuddling,” Jungkook lets go of Jimin, eyes widening. It’s
too early to be the victim of Haewon’s fury.

“It’s adorable how you’re scared of her,” Jimin smiles before leaving a quick kiss on Jungkook’s
chest. He hops off the bed and rearranges his clothes. He’s wearing blue jeans that are tight
around his long legs and a simple black shirt tucked into them, accentuating the curve of his ass
and the tightness of his waist. It’s such a simple outfit but he looks incredible and Jungkook
wants to wreck him. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Give me another kiss,” Jungkook puckers his lips and it makes Jimin snort but he does as he’s
told. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” Jimin beams.

It takes Jimin ten minutes to make Haewon stop watching TV, gather her things and make her
leave the apartment. Jungkook hears everything and kinda has the urge to get dressed to go
help Jimin but he doesn’t know if it’s appropriate. He’s not sure Haewon would let Jungkook
take care of her anyway.

Without them, the apartment is quiet. Jungkook is alone but he doesn’t feel lonely. He’s only
been here for a night and things between him and Jimin already feel domestic. It’s a feeling he
could get used to. Jungkook is still nervous around Haewon but it’s something he can work on.

Jimin is more open with him and he’s starting to show his affectionate side. Jungkook is
completely and utterly enamored. Jungkook’s life might be a mess but at least his love life is
going well. He doesn’t have an apartment of his own, doesn’t have a job that allows him to be
fully independent but at least he has Jimin.

Jungkook sighs happily. The taste of flowers remains on his tongue.

Nothing can ruin his mood today.

…………&…………
Jungkook’s mood is ruined.

It’s two hours into his morning shift when he remembers the conversation they had with Seokjin
yesterday. He totally forgot about tonight’s dinner where he’s supposed to meet all of Jimin’s
friends.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to meet them, it’s that they’re Jimin’s family and it feels like he’s
meeting his parents for the first time. He’s met Hoseok and Seokjin already and Jungkook likes
them so hopefully he’ll like the others.

Jungkook can’t help but think about Taehyung.

He always spends his heats alone and Jungkook always worries. Jungkook asked many times if
he could stay with him in case he needed anything but Taehyung always says that what he
needs is his personal space. The fact that Jungkook is an alpha wouldn’t help.

Jungkook’s been nervous the whole morning. He can’t stop thinking about how tonight will go,
what he’s going to say. Jungkook isn’t good at socializing when he doesn’t have alcohol in his
system. He’s even worse when he’s under pressure. Jimin didn’t mention it but Jungkook knows
that if he doesn’t get along with his friends then it would complicate things between them.

He’s chewing on his lips and biting his nails when he walks inside Jimin’s studio. It’s lunch time
and Jungkook thought he’d spend it with Jimin.

Jungkook is met with loud music. The room on the left is empty but there’s a group of teenagers
dancing in the room on the right. Jimin’s facing them, closely watching the group of students
performing a contemporary routine. Jungkook smiles fondly at Jimin, even though he can’t see
him, before heading to the reception desk where he finds Hoseok.

“Hey hyung,” Jungkook bows politely. Hoseok looks up and beams at him. His welcoming aura
always makes Jungkook feel comfortable around him.

“Jungkook!” Hoseok exclaims. “Here for Jiminie?”

“Yeah, I wanted to eat lunch with him.”

“His class ends in ten minutes,” Hoseok gestures towards the dancing students. “How are you
doing?”

“I’m good.”
“Jimin told me you’re living at his place right now,” Hoseok smirks. “How’s Haewon?”

“She’s adapting,” Jungkook chuckles. “I’m always nervous around her but she’s a good kid,
she’s nice to me. Most of the time.”

“You’d know if she didn’t like you.”

Jungkook can’t keep his eyes off of Jimin. He looks so serious and focused when he’s in his
element which is a side of him Jungkook’s never seen before. It’s obvious that he’s passionate
about dancing in the way his eyes shine with envy, like he’s craving to join his students.

Jungkook wonders why Jimin decided to be a dance teacher instead of a professional dancer.

“Are you nervous about tonight?” Hoseok asks. He’s typing something on his phone, not even
looking at Jungkook.

“Yeah, very,” Jungkook licks his lips nervously. “From what I understand, you guys are Jimin’s
family so I want to make a good impression.”

Hoseok looks up and smiles at him, “You’ll be alright.”

“I met Seokjin hyung yesterday.”

“Yeah, he told me.”

“Oh,” Jungkook scratches the back of his head. “I like him, he’s funny.”

“He likes you too,” Hoseok smiles. “We like whoever makes Jimin happy.”

It’s nice to know that he’s making Jimin happy when it’s exactly what he’s aiming for. It’s obvious
Jimin’s personality has shone through these past few weeks which only makes Jungkook fall
deeper for him each day.

“So, who else am I meeting tonight?”

“My mate Yoongi and Seokjin’s mate Namjoon. We’re bringing the pups so you’ll meet them too.
That’s a lot of people,” Hoseok chuckles.

“I’m nervous but I’m kind of excited, is that weird?”

“Not really,” Hoseok shakes his head. “We’re excited to meet you too. Jimin has been talking
about you for so long. Namjoon and Yoongi can’t wait to meet you.”
The music suddenly stops and Jimin’s muffled voice can be heard through the glass walls. Five
minutes later the students leave the room one by one, quickly followed by Jimin who beams
when he sees Jungkook.

“Hey,” Jimin pecks him on the lips. “You’re here for lunch?”

“Mhm,” Jungkook nods. “I only have an hour though so we need to be quick.”

“Okay, let me grab my wallet, I’ll be back in a sec.”

Jungkook’s eyes follow Jimin until he disappears into the locker room. When he turns to
Hoseok, the alpha quirks up an eyebrow.

“You’re whipped.”

“I didn’t even do anything.”

“You look at him like he’s your whole world.”

“Maybe he is,” Jungkook shrugs. “Or maybe he’s just pretty and I like looking at him.”

“Sure, baby alpha,” Hoseok chuckles.

“Don’t start,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Jimin just stopped calling me that.”

“What does he call you now? Daddy?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose up but heat pools in the pit of his stomach. He remembers how
Jimin called him that, that one night at the hotel. Jungkook liked it more than he’d like to admit.

“He calls me babe,” Jungkook smiles proudly. His heart always flutters when Jimin uses pet
names because it makes him feel special.

“That’s cute,” Hoseok pouts dramatically. “You are a baby after all.”

“Shut up,” Jungkook groans and it makes Hoseok laugh.

Jimin’s return interrupts them. He smiles when he sees them laughing together. Jungkook wraps
an arm around his shoulders and kisses his cheek.

“Ready?”
“Yep,” he nods. “See you later, Hobi.”

“Enjoy your lunch guys.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook says, waving at him before guiding Jimin out of the studio.

He doesn’t take his arm off of Jimin’s shoulders even as they walk to the restaurant. Jimin
doesn’t complain or try to push him away, instead he slides an arm around Jungkook’s waist.

“What was so funny?” Jimin asks.

“Hyung thinks you call me daddy.”

“Aish,” Jimin slaps his stomach. “What did you tell him?” he whines.

“I didn’t say anything! He just assumed.”

“I can’t have you guys being friends, you’re the same type of alphas,” Jimin shakes his head.

“What type is that?”

“Horny,” Jimin says and it makes Jungkook laugh, “and you both lack a filter.”

“I like him, I think we’ll be best friends,” Jungkook smirks and pulls Jimin towards him to make
him trip. Jimin elbows him in the stomach before pushing him away and walking ahead of him.
Jungkook laughs and runs to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders to hug him from
behind. They’re forced to stop walking and it earns them a few frustrated sighs from other
passersby.

“Taehyung is your best friend,” Jimin says, desperately trying to unwrap Jungkook’s arms from
around his neck. “I’d rather you joke around with him.”

“He’s like Hoseok and I, he has no filter.”

“He looks more distinguished than you two dumb alphas.”

“He’s a distinguished omega like you, but he doesn’t think before speaking,” Jungkook kisses
the top of Jimin’s head before letting him go. Jimin angrily takes his hand and starts walking
again.

“We should invite him over for dinner to meet everyone after his heat is over.”

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat when Jimin says _ “we” _ , as if his apartment was _ theirs _ .
Jimin doesn’t seem to realize what he’s said and Jungkook isn’t going to point it out. Instead, he
kisses Jimin’s hand and gives him a fond smile.

“I think he’d like that,” Jungkook says.

They arrive at a small restaurant not too far from campus and from Jimin’s studio. Jungkook and
Taehyung come here often on the weekends because they make great jajangmyeon, it’s cheap
and not a lot of people from college know about it. Jungkook greets the owner, an old lady who
treats him and Taehyung like her grandsons. Jungkook guides Jimin to a table near the
windows, pulling the chair out from under the table for Jimin to sit on. Jimin’s face lights up at
the gesture.

“Thank you,” he says softly. Jungkook pecks him on the cheek before sitting on the other side of
the table.

A waiter that Jungkook has never seen before brings them their menus and tells them he’ll
come back when they’re ready to order.

“This place is really nice,” Jimin says, looking around. “It’s very homey.”

“The food is really good here,” Jungkook says. He doesn’t even open the menu because he
always orders the same thing. “I come here almost every Sunday with Tae. It reminds me of my
mom’s cooking.”

“Speaking of Taehyung,” Jimin says, looking at Jungkook over the menu. “Does he always go
through his heats alone?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook sighs, “if I could I’d help him out.” Jimin frowns and his scent sours. Jungkook
wants to laugh because he finds Jimin’s jealousy cute, but he doesn’t want to offend him. “Not
like that,” Jungkook smiles. Jimin is still frowning. “I mean I’d make sure he’s eating and
drinking, that’s it. I wouldn’t touch him.”

“Right,” Jimin nods slowly and his scent goes back to normal. “Doesn’t he have an omega friend
that can help him with that?”

“Help him with…?” Jungkook’s eyes widen. The thought of Jimin pleasuring a wet and writhing
Taehyung crosses his mind and he’s not sure how to take that. He quickly shakes his head.

“I’m not talking about sex, Jungkook,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “Help him with food, cleaning up and
everything.”

“Oh, right,” Jungkook chuckles. “No he doesn’t have a friend like that,” he clears his throat. He’s
pretty sure he’s blushing.
“I could check up on him, if you want,” Jimin sounds hesitant. “To make sure he’s okay.”

“Would you really?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods and gives him a soft smile. “Alone though,” he scratches the back of his
head. “I don’t want to lose control again and I will, if you come with me.”

“Of course,” Jungkook licks his lips, “thank you, Jimin.”

“I’ll go tomorrow,” Jimin smiles happily. Jungkook wants to reach over the table and kiss him.

He is grateful. He always worries about Taehyung when he’s all alone during his heats.
Jungkook isn’t an expert but Taehyung says it’s hard without an alpha. Jungkook had no idea
omegas took care of each other during heats. When alphas spend their rut alone, they have to
deal with it. Alpha camaraderie doesn’t extend to the bedroom. Jungkook really appreciates
Jimin’s concern, especially because he barely knows Taehyung.

“Everything sounds good, I don’t know what to order,” Jimin says. “What are you ordering?”

“I always order pork cutlet with rice.”

“Pork cutlet it is then,” Jimin closes his menu.

“You don’t have to order the same thing.”

“I want to.”

“Are we that type of couple?” Jungkook smiles. “The type that wear matching clothes and eat
the same things.”

“Today we are,” Jimin smiles back, leaning on the table. “I’d rather wear your clothes though.”

“That can be arranged,” Jungkook smirks. “You’d look really cute in my clothes.”

“I’m gonna start wearing your hoodies to bed then.”

“Not if i take it off of you before bed.”

“Aish,” Jimin giggles, dropping his head down. “Are you the type to have sex every night before
bed?”

“Of course,” Jungkook shrugs. “Good sex before bed makes you sleepy. Makes for a good
night’s sleep.”

“You sound like an expert,” Jimin smiles, resting his chin on his hand.

“You know I am,” Jungkook winks, leaning on the table.

“A sex expert?” Jimin asks and smiles when Jungkook nods. “It’s true,” Jimin strokes
Jungkook’s cheek gently, “you’re very good at it.”

“Lucky you,” Jungkook mumbles, leaning in to brush their lips together.

“Lucky me,” Jimin smiles before kissing him.

They’re interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. They both blush when they
look up at the waiter.

“Can I take your order?”

“Sure,” Jungkook says, trying not to laugh, “two plates of pork cutlet with rice, a coke for me and
for you, baby?”

“Just water, please,” Jimin smiles up at the waiter who writes down their order.

“Coming right up,” he says, after collecting their menus.

“Where were we?” Jungkook says, puckering his lips up and leaning in to kiss Jimin.

“Enough of that,” Jimin pushes Jungkook’s face away.

It takes ten minutes for their food and drinks to arrive, ten minutes that Jungkook spends
pouting while Jimin calls him ridiculous.

“You know,” Jimin says around the food in his mouth, “I totally forgot about tonight’s dinner,” he
swallows and takes a sip of his water. Jungkook stopped pouting as soon as the waiter put his
plate in front of him. ”I’m not ready at all, I have no groceries and I don’t even know what I’m
gonna cook.”

“Have I been distracting you, lately?” Jungkook smirks.

“You know you have,” Jimin accusingly points his chopsticks at him, “so, you’re gonna help me
out. I can’t go grocery shopping and pick Haewon up from school at the same time.”

“I’ll pick her up.”

“I’d have to call the school to tell them you’re picking her up and everything. I think it’s easier if
you go grocery shopping, I’ll give you a list.”

“I wouldn’t trust me with picking out ingredients, I probably won’t know what half of the things on
your list are.”

“But you want me to trust you with my daughter?” Jimin asks. His eyes are full of mirth when he
says it but Jungkook knows he’s being serious.

“Good point.”

Jimin is right. Jungkook knows nothing about kids and he certainly doesn’t know how to take
care of them. He just knows they’re a lot of work. Jungkook is not even sure he trusts himself to
be alone with Haewon. He wouldn’t want to mess it up or to worry Jimin.

“Okay,” Jimin says after a while.

“Huh?”

“I’ll do the groceries and you can pick Haewon up.”

“I really don’t mind going to the store,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I was just kidding.”

“I know but I think it’s better if I go,” Jimin shrugs. “I’ll call the school this afternoon. You’ll have
to pick her up and take care of her until I get home.”

“I regret offering,” Jungkook says it simply because he’s nervous, not because he means it.

“Yah!” Jimin kicks him in the shin and Jungkook almost chokes on his food. “If you want to be
with me you’re gonna have to learn how to take care of her.”

“I know,” Jungkook whines, rubbing at his leg. “It’s scary though.”

“It’s also scary for me to leave her with you,” Jimin pouts, looking down at his food.

Jimin’s right again. Just because he likes Jungkook doesn’t mean it’s easy for him to trust him
with Haewon. It doesn’t matter how nervous Jungkook is, he knows he’d never let anything bad
happen to Haewon. There’s no guarantee of that though, accidents happen. Jimin will probably
never stop worrying about Haewon when she’s away from him but Jungkook can try to make
him worry less.

“I’ll be careful, Jimin,” Jungkook says, reaching for Jimin’s hand over the table. “You can trust
me.”

“I do trust you,” Jimin gives him a soft smile, tightening his hold on Jungkook’s hand. “I’m still
nervous.”

“I understand,” Jungkook brings his hand to his mouth to give it a kiss. “You can give me 100
instructions on how to take care of Haewon if it makes you feel better,” he takes his phone out of
his pocket. “I can take notes.”

“Shut up,” Jimin chuckles, pushing his phone away. “You don’t have to,” he mumbles,
intertwining their fingers. He pauses for a few seconds and then says, “but okay, start typing.”

Jungkook snorts and spends the rest of their lunch, listening to Jimin and taking notes.

…………&…………

Turns out Jimin really has a hundred instructions on how to take care of Haewon. Jungkook
reads over his notes titled “Parenting 101” in the subway on his way to Haewon’s school. It’s
ridiculous how many notes he had to take when he’s only going to spend a few hours with her,
but they might come in handy in the future.

♥♥♥
i will
see you later baby

Jungkook must look like an idiot smiling down at his phone like that but he doesn’t really care.
He pockets his phone and looks up, meeting a guy’s eyes. The guy is looking at him strangely,
as if he knows him but can’t recall how. He’s tall and broad-shouldered, probably an alpha. He
has gentle but focused eyes and plump lips. Jungkook quirks an eyebrow up in question but the
guy simply looks away. Jungkook frowns and decides to let it go.

The bell rings, announcing the end of class. Every parent turn their attention to the schoolgate.
A young woman walks out of the main building, followed by a group of kids. She opens the
gates and starts saying her goodbyes to the students. Jungkook’s eyes are trained on the group
to try and spot Haewon but she’s nowhere to be seen yet. It takes her a good five minutes to
come out. Her hair are held up in a ponytail by a pink scrunchy that matches her pink dress.
She looks around the parking lot in search of Jimin.

“Haewon!” Jungkook calls out as he walks up to the gates. Her face lights up when she sees
him.

“Jungkook oppa?” she frowns when she doesn’t spot Jimin next to him. “Where’s mommy?”

“He’s grocery shopping,” Jungkook says, smiling softly. “I’m picking you up today.”
“Oh,” she mutters, “okay.”

“Hi,” the woman says, “are you Jeon Jungkook-ssi?”

“Yes,” Jungkook bows.

“Ah yes, Haewon’s mom called earlier today,” she smiles, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.
“My name is Choi Eunji, I’m Haewon’s teacher,” she bows. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” Jungkook clears his throat when a wave of pheromones hits his nose.
She’s an omega.

“I’ve never seen you around before,” she tilts her head to the side. “Are you family?”

Haewon stands beside him and crosses her arms. Jungkook doesn’t really know how to answer.
Is he family? Not really. Not yet, at least.

“I’m Jimin’s boyfriend,” he says truthfully. There’s no point in hiding it.

“Oh?” she says, eyes widening. There’s disappointment in her scent and a hint of something
spicier, something challenging and if Jimin was here the scent would probably be a lot stronger.
“I didn’t know Jimin had a boyfriend,” she can barely hide the contempt in her voice.

“It’s pretty new,” Jungkook smiles awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. Her scent is way
too strong, it makes Jungkook uncomfortable. She smells like apples and cinnamon, and
Jungkook has never hated the scent more than he does now.

“How new?” she says, lowering her voice to a more seductive tone.

“A few months,” Jungkook says. Haewon’s usual sweet scent turns sour and Jungkook’s first
instinct is to make it go away. He slides his hand to her shoulder and rubs his thumb against it.
She relaxes into the touch. “You’ll probably see me more often from now on,” he says assuredly,
looking up at Eunji.

“That’s good,” she smiles and she actually seems pleased. “May I ask how old you are,
Jungkook-ssi?”

“I’m 21.”

“Oh,” she smirks. “We’re almost the same age, I’m 23.” Jungkook doesn’t really know how to
answer so he simply nods. “Are you still a student?”
“I’m graduating in two months,” he gives her a polite smile.

“How did you and Jimin meet then?” she cocks her head to the side. “I didn’t know he
frequented younger people.”

Jungkook is getting more annoyed by the minute. What she’s implying annoys him. He’s never
really cared about his age difference with Jimin but the way she says it, like Jimin should be
ashamed of their relationship, doesn’t sit right with Jungkook.

“Fate,” Jungkook shrugs. “Jimin and I were meant to meet each other,” he sounds curt. Haewon
looks up at him with curious eyes. Jungkook smiles down at her and strokes the back of her
head.

“Oh,” she says, sounding bitter. “He’s very lucky to have found such a handsome alpha.”

She just doesn’t know how to quit, Jungkook thinks. He’s not flattered by the compliment, he’s
just annoyed. The way she keeps flirting with him shows she doesn’t think his relationship with
Jimin is serious and it frustrates him.

“I’m the lucky one,” he gives her a sirrupy smile. “Sometimes it feels like I’ve found my
soulmate,” he fakes a chuckle.

“Ah,” she breathes out, clearing her throat. “So, you two really love each other then.”

“We’re getting there,” Jungkook says. He’s already there.

“My mommy likes Jungkook oppa a lot,” Haewon says, pointedly looking at her. “He’s _ his _
alpha,” the possessiveness in her voice almost makes Jungkook laugh.

“What about you Haewon?” Eunji smiles sweetly but it looks fake. “Do you like Jungkook oppa a
lot too?”

Jungkook sighs heavily. He’s tired of her inappropriate questions. Haewon shouldn’t have to
answer that and it’s none of her business anyway.

“We have to go,” he doesn’t let Haewon answer. “Jimin’s waiting for us at home,” he lies.

“You guys live together?” she sounds surprised.

“Aren’t your questions a bit too invasive miss Choi?” Jungkook asks, giving her a fake smile. If
Jimin was here she’d have gotten her throat ripped out by now.

“I apologize,” she says, looking down at the floor, faking innocence. Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I
just like getting to know the people in my students’ lives. I didn’t mean to make you
uncomfortable, Jungkook-ssi.”

“I’ll make sure Jimin knows how friendly you are with the people in Haewon’s life,” Jungkook
says.

“Right,” she lets out an uncomfortable chuckle.

“As I said, we really need to go now.”

“Mommy probably misses us,” Haewon says, tilting her chin up and flipping her hair back.
Jungkook has to stop himself from smiling. “See you on Monday miss Choi.”

“See you on Monday, Haewon. Have a nice weekend,” she smiles. “I hope to see you again
soon, Jungkook-ssi.”

Jungkook gives her a tight smile but doesn’t return the sentiment. Haewon turns to leave and
Jungkook quickly follows. His eyes meet the guy from earlier. He’s looking at him with an
amused smile. Jungkook returns his smile awkwardly before jogging up to Haewon.

“Where’s your car, oppa?” she asks, looking up at him.

“I don’t have a car.”

“Why not?” she frowns.

“Because I’m broke,” he shrugs.

“What does that mean?” she cocks her head to the side, like a puppy. Jungkook has to stop
himself from smiling at how cute she looks.

“It means I don’t have enough money to buy a car. Not yet, at least. We’re gonna have to walk.”

“Okay,” she says, smiling. “I like walking.”

“Good,” he beams. “Give me your backpack,” he says, sliding it off her shoulders. It’s pretty
heavy for such a small backpack. Jungkook only notices now that it’s a Little Mermaid one.

“Thank you,” she says softly. “Can we go now?”

“Yes,” Jungkook nods, putting his arms through one of the straps. He offers his hand to Haewon
and she looks at it for so long that Jungkook starts doubting himself. They’ve never initiated
contact with each other until a few minutes ago.
She slowly lifts her hand to take it, wrapping her small fingers around his longer ones. She
smiles up at Jungkook and Jungkook returns it, warmth filling his chest. Jungkook starts walking
in the direction of the subway, little mermaid backpack on his shoulder and a scary eight year
old at his side.

“Don’t tell mommy about teacher Eunji, he won’t like it,” she says, looking straight ahead.

“You want me to lie to your mom?”

“It’s not lying,” she whines. “It’s just not telling him.”

“It’s kinda like lying,” Jungkook teases. He smiles when she pouts. “You should always be
honest with your mom.”

“Not if it upsets him.”

Jungkook’s heart squeezes in his chest. He relates a lot to Haewon’s protectiveness, but he
thinks that she’s too young to worry about these things. Jungkook tightens his hold around her
hand.

“Even if it upsets him,” he says, looking down at her. “He would rather know the truth and be
upset about it than not knowing at all.” She pouts even more but she looks like she’s considering
Jungkook’s words. “For example, if I hated the Little Mermaid,” she looks up at him with an
offended expression on her face, “would you want me to tell you the truth or would you want me
to lie.”

“Do you hate the Little Mermaid?” she frowns.

“Do you want me to tell you the truth?” Jungkook cocks an eyebrow up.

“Of course.”

“Do you understand what I mean?”

“Yes, I do,” she mumbles. “I want to know the truth even if it upsets me.”

“Exactly,” Jungkook nods. “Your mommy too.”

They stop at a stoplight until it turns green. Haewon looks both ways two times before crossing
the road, like Jimin probably taught her to and it makes Jungkook smile.

“So, do you hate the Little Mermaid?”

“No, I like it,” Jungkook chuckles. It makes her smile.

Before long, they enter the stuffy subway station, patiently waiting for their train. Haewon
doesn’t let go of Jungkook’s hand. It’s rush hour so the train is full when it finally arrives but
Jungkook manages to find a spot by the doors.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Jungkook asks when he sees how uncomfortable Haewon is,
squished between him and a man in a suit. She nods and lifts her arms up. Jungkook lifts her up
and and she wraps her arms around his neck. This way she can breathe more easily. Jungkook
tries his best to keep his balance when the train starts moving, leaning against the doors.

“Do you like teacher Eunji?” Haewon asks after a few minutes.

“Not at all.”

“She’s pretty.”

“She’s rude,” Jungkook smiles when Haewon giggles. “Don’t worry about it, Haewon. I’m not
interested in teacher Eunji. I love your mom.”

Jungkook silently winces when he realizes what he says. He really needs to work on his
brain-to-mouth filter, especially in front of Haewon.

“Thank you,” she breathes out and Jungkook almost doesn’t hear it over the noise of the train.

“For what?” he asks.

“For loving my mommy.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat. She sounds so sincere.

“It’s very easy to love him,” Jungkook says, smiling at her.

“Yes, it is,” she smiles back.

…………&…………

Jungkook unlocks the door using the code Jimin texted him and lets Haewon in first.
“Snacks!” She yells excitedly once she gets rid of her shoes, running straight for the kitchen.

“Wait a minute, Haewon,” Jungkook says as he struggles to take his own shoes off. He sighs
when he sees Haewon’s jacket on the floor. Jungkook hangs it up on the coat hanger and then
takes off his own.

“I’m so hungry,” Haewon says. She’s standing up on chair to reach for the snack cupboard.
Jungkook lets out a horrified gasp when he sees her.

“Haewon, be careful!” he says, running up to her. He holds the chair in place so it doesn’t tip
over.

“It’s fine, I do this all the time, oppa,” she opens the cupboard and blindly paws at the snacks.

“I doubt Jimin lets you do this.” Her mischievous giggle confirms it. “What do you want? Let me
grab it for you.”

“I got it!” she says proudly, showing off her snack of choice. Jungkook rolls his eyes at her
before putting her on the floor. She runs all the way to the living room couch. Jungkook puts the
chair back at the dining table before heading to Haewon’s bedroom.

He snorts when he sees it for the first time. It feels like he’s entering a Little Mermaid shrine.
The room is a little bit smaller than Jimin’s but it’s comfortable enough for an eight year old. Ariel
is everywhere, on the bed sheets, on the walls, on the pillows and even on the floor. The room
is tidy, except for a few toys scattered here and there on the floor.

Jungkook sets Haewon’s backpack next to her desk and stops in front of the pictures hanging
on the wall. Most of them are of her and Jimin and in all of them they’re smiling or laughing.
Jungkook can’t help but smile too. There’s pictures of baby Haewon in Jimin’s arms, toddler
Haewon walking towards Jimin which Jungkook assumes was her first steps, and more pictures
of current Haewon at the park with Jimin and friends.

Haewon’s father is nowhere to be seen.

“Oppa!”

Jungkook startles and dramatically puts a hand over his heart. He walks into the living room
where Haewon is sitting in front of the TV, mouth full of food.

“What is it?” Jungkook asks.

“Can we play now?”

“Sure, what do you wanna play?”

“I wanna draw,” Haewon says excitedly. She hops off the couch and opens a drawer of the TV
cabinet and takes out some supplies. She puts everything on the coffee table and sits
cross-legged on the floor. “Come here,” she says. It sounds more like a command.

“What are we drawing?” Jungkook asks as he sits next to her. She gives him some paper and
spreads out all of her pens and crayons in front of them.

“Can we draw each other?”

“Alright,” Jungkook smiles and picks up a pencil, “let’s do it.”

Haewon beams. They start drawing in comfortable silence. The living room smells like peaches
and the woods. Haewon is so focused, her tongue peeks out of her mouth. She throws glances
at Jungkook every once in a while to replicate his features on paper.

“Yah!” Jungkook exclaims when he peeks at her drawing. “Why are you drawing my nose so
big?”

“Because it’s big,” she giggles.

“It’s not that big,” Jungkook pouts.

“It fits your face oppa, it’s ok,” she says, not even looking up from her drawing.

“Thanks,” Jungkook chuckles. “Draw it properly, though!”

“I am!” she laughs.

“Aish,” Jungkook shakes his head in fake annoyance. For an eight year old, Haewon is pretty
good at drawing. She pays attention to detail. She even drew a small dot on the tip of
Jungkook’s nose to draw his mole.

“You have bunny teeth,” Haewon says. Jungkook didn’t notice she was looking at him.

“Yeah, my mom says I look like a bunny all the time.”

“Where’s your mom, oppa?”

The question catches him off guard. It’s the first time Haewon asks him something about him
that doesn’t involve his relationship with Jimin.
“She lives in Busan with my dad.”

“Mommy’s from Busan too!” she says, head shooting up.

“I know,” Jungkook chuckles, “he told me.”

“That’s so cool,” she beams. “Did you meet when you were kids?”

“Oh no,” Jungkook shakes his head.

“How did you meet then?”

“Your mom never told you?”

“Nope.”

That’s awkward. How do you explain to your boyfriend’s daughter that you chatted him up at a
bar to try and take him home?

“We met at a bar,” Jungkook clears his throat. “I thought your mom was the prettiest person
ever,” he smiles fondly, remembering how ethereal Jimin looked that night, “and I wanted to talk
to him. I was so nervous,” he chuckles. “I thought he would tell me to go away but he was really
nice to me.”

“You’re pretty too,” Haewon says, “that’s why mommy talked to you. You’re nice too, so he
probably liked you a lot.”

“I think he did,” Jungkook breathes out, smiling.

Jimin probably found him infuriating the first time they met but it’s part of Jungkook’s charm.
Jimin ended up reaching out to him a few days later anyway.

“You drew my lips too big!,” Haewon says, a pouty look on her face.

“That’s how they look!”

“No they’re cuter in real life,” Haewon flips her hair back. Jungkook snorts.

“I drew them like they look in real life.”

“They’re too big.”

“You have your mommy’s lips,” Jungkook shrugs.

“Mommy’s lips are bigger. You can’t draw him you have to draw me.”

Jungkook isn’t above bickering with an eight year old but he’ll let her have it for today.

“You’re a tough judge.”

“Draw my eyes,” Haewon says, pointing at Jungkook’s drawing. She’s as commanding as Jimin.

“You have big eyes,” Jungkook says. He focuses on drawing them, tongue peeking out of his
mouth.

“Like my dad,” she says softly.

“Yes,” Jungkook nods. There’s a hint of sadness in her scent that doesn’t sit right with
Jungkook. She doesn’t mention her dad very often so Jungkook doesn’t really know what to say.
He doesn’t know how to make her feel better either.

“Your eyes are big, too,” Haewon smiles up at him.

“They are,” Jungkook chuckles.

They settle into comfortable silence but Haewon still doesn’t smell right. Jungkook can see in
the corner of his eyes that she keeps playing with her pencil instead of drawing.

“Oppa?” she says after a few minutes. Jungkook stops drawing.

“Hm?” he looks at her instead.

“Do you like my dad?” she mumbles, looking down at her hands. Jungkook grimaces. He can’t
really tell her the truth but he doesn’t want to lie either.

“I don’t know him well enough.”

“Hm,” the answer doesn’t seem to satisfy her.

“After I get to know him more, I will tell you if I like him,” Jungkook bumps their shoulders
together. It makes her smile.

“I don’t think he likes you,” she looks up at him then. She looks sad when she says it.

“Maybe not,” Jungkook shrugs. He’s not that bothered by it.

“I think he’s jealous because he doesn’t want mommy to be with anyone else.”

Jungkook has noticed it too. Every time he meets Jungwoo, he radiates hostility. At first,
Jungkook didn’t really understand why after so many years he still gets jealous, especially when
he was the one who left Jimin in the first place. Now he can understand. Jimin has an addicting
effect on people. Even when you leave him, you’re left wanting more. Jungkook wonders if
Jungwoo ever tried to get back with Jimin.

“I think you’re right,” Jungkook says.

“But he’s not mommy’s alpha anymore so he can’t be jealous.”

“You can’t really control jealousy,” Jungkook says, brushing a strand of Haewon’s hair out of her
face. “I understand your dad. I don’t want your mommy to be with anyone else either.”

“Yeah, but you love mommy,” the words makes Jungkook’s breath hitch in his throat. “Daddy
doesn’t. He left mommy years ago.”

Jungkook sighs heavily. The sadness in Haewon’s scent thickens and it makes his alpha feel
uneasy. He releases calming pheromones in hope it will somehow comfort her. Jungkook can’t
pretend like he understands what Haewon is going through. His own parents have always been
together and he’s lived a happy childhood. Haewon’s childhood is a bit more complicated but he
knows that Jimin tried hard to offer her stability.

He remembers how hurt Jimin felt last night, when Haewon brought up the same subject.

“I thought he still loved mommy but I don’t think he does anymore,” Haewon breathes out.

“Why do you think that?”

“He doesn’t look at mommy the way you look at him.”

Jungkook clears his throat. He’s overwhelmed with both sadness and pride. It must be hard for
Haewon to see her mom be happy with someone who isn’t her dad.

“I can’t really speak for your dad,” Jungkook starts hesitantly. He needs to be careful with what
he says. He’s not sure that it’s even his place to have this conversation with Haewon. He’s
afraid of saying the wrong thing but he doesn’t want to just brush the whole thing off and pretend
like Haewon isn’t trying to open up to him. “I’m sure he loved your mom very much when they
were younger and they had you.”

“Maybe,” Haewon is pouting, a sad expression on her face,” but he never made mom happy.
That’s why I don’t like him.”

“You don’t like your dad?” Jungkook can’t hide the surprise in his voice.

“No,” she sounds categorical. It breaks Jungkook’s heart to hear her say that. He can’t imagine
what it’s like to hate someone you’re supposed to look up to at such a young age.

“I think…” Jungkook starts, but it takes him a while to find the right words. He scratches the back
of his head and sighs.

“You can be honest,” Haewon says, looking up at him. “Mommy doesn’t like it when I say that
either.”

“Relationships are complicated. I think your parents loved each other very much when they
were younger and when they had you, but sometimes relationships don’t work out and it’s better
to break up than being unhappy. Your parents stopped loving each other but they never stopped
loving you. I think your dad loves you very much.”

“How can I love someone that hurt my mom?”

Jungkook’s taken aback by her question. She’s right, how can she love someone who made the
person she loves the most suffer? Jungkook hates Jungwoo for that exact same reason. Does it
change anything that Jungwoo is her dad? Does it mean he’s forgivable no matter what he
does?

“What if your mom forgives your dad?” Jungkook asks Haewon.

“I don’t know,” she mumbles. Jungkook relates to that. He’s not sure he could ever like Jungwoo
even if Jimin forgave him.

“Do you feel guilty for loving your dad?”

“Sometimes I do,” Haewon says. She bites on her bottom lip and fidgets with her fingers. “I
know my mom hates him,” her voice sounds wobbly. “I don’t want to love someone my mom
hates.”

Jungkook takes one of Haewon’s hand and rubs soothing patterns over it with his thumb. She
looks up at him with shiny eyes and relaxes into the touch.

“I don’t think your mom hates your dad”, he shakes his head. “I think he’s still hurt by a lot of
things your dad did, but i don’t think he hates him.” Haewon simply shrugs, eyes darting to their
joined hands. She wraps her fingers around Jungkook’s. “Your mom never would have had you
without your dad. I think he’s very thankful for that.”
“Yeah,” she breathes out. She sounds unconvinced.

“Have you ever told your mom this?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to upset him.”

“Remember what we said earlier?,” Jungkook shakes their hands gently until she looks up at
him. He gives her a soft smile. “About being honest?”

“I should tell him even if it upsets him,” she repeats Jungkook’s words with conviction.

“Yes,” Jungkook nods. “You can tell your mom anything. He’s strong enough to handle it.”

“One day I will.”

“When you’re ready,” Jungkook tightens his hold on her hand and smiles.

“When I’m ready,” she smiles back.

Jungkook lets go of her hand and they both go back to their drawings. Sadness slowly
disappears from Haewon’s scent but Jungkook doesn’t stop releasing calming pheromones.
They draw in comfortable silence until they’re interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
Jungkook smells Jimin’s flowery scent before he sees him. He stands up and heads to the
entryway where Jimin is trying to take his shoes off with an armful of groceries.

“Hey,” Jungkook says, taking the bags from Jimin.

“Hey,” Jimin smiles up at him. “Everything okay?” he frowns. He probably can smell the
remnants of calming pheromones in Jungkook’s scent.

“Everything went well,” Jungkook pecks him on the lips to placate him. He walks to the kitchen
to put the bags on the counter.

“Hi baby,” Jimin says when he walks into the living room, bending down to hug Haewon.
Haewon returns the hug and kisses him on the cheek. “How was school?”

“It was good!” she beams. “Did you have fun dancing?”
“I did,” Jimin chuckles, rubbing their cheeks together to scent her. “Did you have fun with
Jungkook?” he asks, looking at both of their drawings with fond eyes.

“Yes,” she nods. “Look he drew me,” she points at Jungkook’s drawing. “He did my lips too big
but the rest is good.”

Jimin laughs when Jungkook mumbles _ “I did not,” _ under his breath.

“You two did an amazing job. My little artists,” he hugs Haewon tightly and it makes her giggle.
Her scent is sweeter now that Jimin is here.

Jimin leaves her to join Jungkook in the kitchen. Jungkook is busy taking the groceries out of
the bags. Jimin leans against the counter and stares at him with fondness in his eyes.

“You’re really good at drawing,” he says.

“Thank you, baby,” Jungkook smiles at him.

“Would you ever draw me?”

“I’d rather take pictures of you.”

“I’d like that too,” Jimin smiles before helping Jungkook. Jungkook doesn’t take pictures of
people very often, his main model being Taehyung, but Jimin’s beauty would make gorgeous
pictures. Jungkook would love to add them to his collection.

“Are you sure everything went well?” Jimin asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes,” Jungkook nods. “We just drew and had a nice conversation.” Jungkook doesn’t want to
tell him about what they talked about just yet. He’s not sure if he should be the one bringing it up
or if he should let Haewon do it.

“Did the school cause you any problems?”

Jungkook’s heart sinks. He kind of forgot about what happened earlier. He did tell Haewon that
honesty is the best policy but right now he kind of wants to pretend like he didn’t get hit on by
her teacher. Kind of hypocritical of him, but he doesn’t want to worry Jimin. He also doesn’t want
to lie.

“I met miss Eunji,” he clears his throat. “She’s…,” he scratches the back of his head,
”something.”

“She’s lovely, Haewon really likes her,” Jimin smiles.

“Hm, I’m not sure she does anymore,” he walks to the fridge to avoid Jimin’s gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“She tried to flirt with me,” Jungkook says, closing the fridge after putting the groceries away.

He’s met with complete silence and the sharpness of Jimin’s scent. He smells like he did in
Taehyung’s apartment. Jungkook’s heart starts racing in his chest, his alpha getting agitated.

“I didn’t flirt back!” he says hurriedly, walking up to Jimin’s side. “I told her that I was your
boyfriend and that we were very happy.”

Jimin’s gaze is transfixed on the pack of noodles he’s holding. He’s frowning and Jungkook can
see him tightening his hold on the noodles. His scent is all over the place, with hints of anger,
sadness and desperation.

“Jimin, baby,” Jungkook breathes out. “Talk to me.”

“I’m pissed,” Jimin clears his throat. “I kind of want to rip her head off.”

Jungkook turns Jimin around to face him and wraps his arms around his waist. He buries his
nose against Jimin’s scent gland and inhales deeply. Jimin rests his hands on Jungkook’s
shoulders and exposes his neck. Jungkook leaves feather-like kisses on his skin, tightening his
hold around Jimin. He hates when Jimin is upset and scenting him seems to always calm him
down. Jungkook fills his lungs with Jimin’s flowery scent. His alpha is desperate to make the
omega happy again.

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s jaw before leaving a kiss there. Jimin loops his arms
around Jungkook’s neck and looks up at him. The fragile look on his face breaks Jungkook’s
heart.

“If you weren’t with me,” Jimin mutters, licking his lips. Jungkook gives him a soft peck. “Would
you be interested in her?”

“No,” Jungkook doesn’t even have to think about it.

“She’s pretty,” Jimin brushes Jungkook’s hair out of his face, “and she’s younger.”

“I don’t care,” Jungkook whispers against Jimin’s lips before kissing him. Jimin sighs into the
kiss, tangling his fingers in Jungkook’s hair.

“I hate feeling like this,” Jimin says after they break the kiss. He’s frowning but his scent has
sweetened.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, just” he shrugs, “insecure, I guess.” Jungkook nuzzles Jimin’s cheek. “I know you
like me, I know you find me beautiful because you tell me every day, but I can’t help but feel like
one day you’ll find someone better.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I’ll never find someone better than you.”

“You don’t know that,” Jimin gives him a sad smile. It’s crazy to Jungkook that Jimin feels that
way when Jungkook thinks the world of him. He’s never felt so strongly about another omega
before and deep down, Jungkook knows Jimin’s the one.

“You’re right, I don’t know,” Jungkook shrugs and bumps their noses together, “but you always
think that I’m gonna be the one leaving you for someone else when you could do so much better
than me.”

“Don’t say that,” Jimin frowns and pouts. He looks like he’s actually distraught.

“It’s true.”

“It’s not,” Jimin kisses his lips. “You’re perfect the way you are Jungkook.” The words make
Jungkook’s heart swell with warmth.

“And you’re perfect the way you are,” Jungkook smiles down at him. “I just want you, Jimin.
Don’t push me away because you think I’m gonna leave you.”

“I don’t want to push you away. I’m just scared.”

“So am I,” Jungkook admits against Jimin’s lips. “But I’m also really happy right now. You make
me really happy,” he hugs Jimin tighter. It makes Jimin smile. “I understand how you feel
because I would feel the same way if someone flirted with you, but I trust you.”

“I trust you, too,” Jimin looks at him with sincere eyes.

“Then stop worrying, okay. I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.”

“Hm,” Jungkook smirks. Hearing Jimin say that always gets to him. “Yeah, you are.”

Jungkook catches his lips in a heavy kiss. Jimin hums against his lips. Jungkook tilts his head to
the side and licks at Jimin’s bottom lip until their tongues meet. He pushes Jimin against the
counter and gropes his ass, making Jimin moan.

If it was up to him, Jungkook would fuck Jimin right here, on his kitchen counter, but he’s fully
aware that they’re not alone in the room and that their sudden makeout session is already
inappropriate enough. Jimin doesn’t seem to mind though, as he pulls on Jungkook’s hair to
bring him even closer. He bites on Jungkook’s bottom lip before soothing the sting with his
tongue. Jungkook’s breathing heavily, hands itching to slip under Jimin’s shirt to feel his hot
skin.

Jimin’s scent is filled with heavy arousal and it’s messing with Jungkook’s head. His heart is
about to beat out of his chest when they’re interrupted by Haewon’s voice.

“You smell!” she cries out.

Jimin pushes Jungkook away so forcefully that Jungkook almost falls on his ass. Jimin wipes his
mouth and turns to Haewon who’s looking at them with an unimpressed look. Jimin chuckles
nervously and runs his hand in his hair, clearing his throat. Jungkook rolls his eyes at him and
wills his alpha to calm down.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Jimin says. He’s blushing.

“I’ll go play in my room,” Haewon says, as she stands up. “Don’t make pups while I’m gone.”

“Haewon!” Jimin gasps, but Haewon simply giggles as she runs to her room. Jungkook barks
out a laugh, earning a slap on the chest from Jimin. “It’s not funny.”

“It kind of is,” Jungkook chuckles. He tries to bring Jimin closer but Jimin slaps his hands away.

“Don’t touch me, Satan.”

“Come on,” Jungkook whines, “give me more kisses.”

“No,” he turns his back to Jungkook, busying himself with the groceries sitting on the counter.
Jungkook grabs his hips and brings him to his chest, brushing his lips against the shell of his
ear. Jimin lets out a soft gasp but continues to ignore Jungkook.

“We’re alone.”

“So?” Jimin tilts his head to the side when Jungkook starts trailing kisses down his neck. “Want
me to bend over for you?”

Jungkook lets out a deep growl and his hold on Jimin’s hips become painful. “Yes,” he groans,
nipping at Jimin’s scent gland.

“I was kidding,” Jimin breathes out.

“I’m not.”

“That’s too bad.”

“Tease,” Jungkook licks a stripe up Jimin’s neck and grinds his hips against his ass. Jimin
shudders in his hold.

“One day, I’ll let you,” Jimin says. He smiles when Jungkook hums happily. “Not today, though.”

Jungkook turns Jimin’s face to kiss him. Jimin is pliant, opening his mouth to welcome
Jungkook’s tongue. Jungkook grinds on Jimin’s ass a few more times before sliding his hand to
Jimin’s stomach and softening the kiss. Jimin whines into the kiss when Jungkook strokes his
face with his thumb. Jungkook’s heart is threatening to beat out of his chest again but this time
it’s not due to arousal. Jimin intertwines their fingers together over his stomach and leans back
against Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook pulls away and starts peppering kisses all over Jimin’s face, making him giggle. Jimin
purses his lips up to demand another kiss and Jungkook grants him his wish. Jungkook bumps
their noses together and finally lets go of Jimin. Jimin doesn’t seem pleased by the sudden
distance between their bodies and it makes Jungkook smile.

“Did you decide what you were cooking for dinner?” Jungkook asks, leaning his forearms on the
counter.

“Japchae.”

“I can’t wait to eat it,” Jungkook says. His mouth is already watering at the thought. “I think that
after this week I’m gonna become addicted to your cooking, you know.”

“I guess you’ll just have to eat here more often, then,” Jimin beams, clearly pleased by the
alpha’s words.

“Yeah,” Jungkook smiles fondly. “I also want to learn how to cook for you and Haewon.”

“It’s not that hard to learn,” Jimin runs a hand down Jungkook’s back. “I’ll teach you,” he smiles.
Jungkook smiles back and kisses him. “Are you nervous about tonight?” Jimin asks once they
pull apart.

“Is it that obvious?” Jungkook chuckles.

“No, but I’d be nervous if I were you.”

“I just want to make a good impression.”

“You will, babe,” Jimin runs his hand through Jungkook’s hair.

“Is there something I should know before meeting your friends?”

“They’re really nice people,” Jimin shrugs, “but they’re also very protective so they’re probably
going to grill you with questions.”

“Great,” Jungkook sighs and straightens up. He’s filled with anxiety.

“Seokjin is the most protective one out of all of my friends and you’ve managed to impress him,
so you’ll be fine,” Jimin gives him a reassuring smile.

“I think Hoseok likes me as well.”

“He does,” Jimin nods. He takes a knife and cutting board out to start on the veggies.

“So, I still have to meet Yoongi and Namjoon, right?” Jungkook asks, looking around for
something to do but he has no idea how to cook japchae.

“Yep,” Jimin says. “Rinse this for me,” he hands Jungkook a bunch of red peppers. Jungkook
does as he’s told.

“And their pups? They’re coming too, right?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a lot of people,” Jungkook mumbles and he can barely be heard over the sound of the
tap water.

“You’ll do great, baby,” Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s waist, “don’t worry too much,”
he kisses Jungkook’s neck. “I’ll be right by your side the whole time. They’re going to love you.”

“I really hope so,” Jungkook leans into Jimin’s hold, welcoming the reassuring heat of his
boyfriend’s body.

“You’re so cute,” Jimin whispers against his scent gland before leaving a quick peck on it.

It takes them two hours to get everything ready for dinner. Jimin shows Jungkook how to cook
japchae and then they both set the table, sharing kisses and gentle touches between them.
Haewon doesn’t come out of her room until Jimin is done getting her ready. In the meantime,
Jungkook cleans the mess they left in the kitchen and tries to control his anxiety. More than
once he thinks about making up an excuse to leave and not go through with meeting Jimin’s
friends but every time he talks himself out of it.

He does want to meet them and he knows Jimin would be upset if he left.

Jungkook is sitting on the couch with Haewon, watching her playing games on his phone when
the doorbell rings. Jungkook’s heart skips a beat and his hands gets clammy.

“Coming!” Jimin says, wiping his hands clean on a kitchen towel. Haewon doesn’t look away
from Jungkook’s phone and Jungkook is standing frozen in the middle of the living room.

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief when he sees Hoseok entering the living room, two bottles of
red wine in his hand and one of his pup in the other. Jungkook has met him before at Haewon’s
school but he can’t remember if it’s Jiseok or Hoon.

“Jungkook-ah!” Hoseok greets him happily.

“Hi hyung,” Jungkook smiles and walks up to him. Hoseok throws an arm around his shoulder to
give him a hug. Jungkook returns it and takes the bottles of wine.

“I hope you like red wine.”

“I do!” Jungkook nods enthusiastically. “Thanks.”

“This is Jiseok,” Hoseok says, looking at the pup in his arms. Jiseok waves at Jungkook and
Jungkook returns it. “And this is Hoon,” he turns to point at the pup behind him. He’s holding
Yoongi’s hand. Jungkook recognizes him from that time he saw him at Jimin’s dance studio.
“And my mate Yoongi,” Hoseok smiles lovingly when he says it.

“Nice to meet you, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook bows deeply, holding onto the bottles of red wine for
dear life. Yoongi’s presence is intense, he looks like a tough person to impress and yet he looks
soft. Jimin smiles at him from behind Yoongi.

“Call me hyung,” Yoongi says, smiling softly. His voice sounds deeper than Jungkook expected.
“It’s nice to finally meet you. He’s handsome,” Yoongi says, looking back at Jimin with a cheeky
grin on his face, “I see why you fell for his charms.”

“I’m definitely a lucky man,” Jimin chuckles. Jungkook blushes at the compliments. “Haewon,
come say hi to your uncles.”
While Haewon greets everyone, Jungkook decides to put the red wine bottles on the table. The
kids quickly run to the living room and Haewon takes out a few toys from her toy chest.

“It smells amazing, Jimin, I can’t wait to eat,” Hoseok beams.

“Jungkook helped me out this time.”

“Do you like to cook, Jungkook?” Yoongi asks.

“Oh, um,” Jungkook scratches the back of his head. “I’m not that good, but I’m learning.”

“He’s not as bad as he thinks he is,” Jimin says. “You guys can sit at the table, Seokjin hyung
and Namjoon should be here soon.”

Hoseok and Yoongi sit next to each other and Jungkook sits at one end of the table, next to
Hoseok. The alpha’s presence makes him feel calmer. Jimin takes the bottles of wine to the
kitchen to open them and Jungkook is left alone with Hoseok and Yoongi.

“You dance, Jungkook?” Hoseok asks. He doesn’t seem to like awkward silences.

“Not really,” Jungkook shakes his head. “I’ve never tried it.”

“Do you usually dance when you go clubbing?” Yoongi asks, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles, “I like that, but I’m no professional dancer.”

“I’d like to see you dance,” Jimin says when he comes back from the kitchen. He sits on the
opposite end of the table.

“You first,” Jungkook smirks. It makes Jimin laugh.

“I’ll dance for you.”

“In the privacy of his bedroom,” Hoseok teases, winking at Jungkook. The thought sends a rush
of heat to his stomach.

“I meant normal dancing,” Jimin rolls his eyes, pink dusting his cheeks.

“You’d be a great exotic dancer,” Yoongi says. “Remember when you gave that guy a lap dance
in front of everyone at a frat party?”

“It was a long time ago!”

“You were already into frat boys back then?” Jungkook teases.

“Looks like he has a type,” Hoseok chuckles.

“I don’t!” Jimin whines. “I was drunk, I didn’t even know the guy’s name.”

“Do you like being in a frat, Jungkook?” Yoongi asks.

“I left my frat a few months ago,” Jungkook gives him an awkward smile. “It was alright, great for
partying but I didn’t really get along with the other guys.”

“How come?”

“We didn’t have much in common,” Jungkook shrugs.

“I can’t see you being a frat boy,” Hoseok says.

“I can,” Jimin chimes in, a smirk on his face. “Trust me he used to act like one.”

“I wasn’t that bad,” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“You were,” Jimin chuckles when Jungkook frowns. “You were different though. You were cocky
but you were a good boy at the same time.”

“What are you saying? I was definitely a bad boy.”

“You were never a bad boy,” Jimin shakes his head. “You treated me too well for that.”

Jungkook smiles at Jimin and Jimin returns it. They stare at each other for a little bit too long
because they’re interrupted by Hoseok clearing his throat. Jungkook blushes and starts playing
with his chopsticks.

“Yoongi hyung, do you know Kim Taehyung?” Jimin asks to break the awkward silence.

“Kim Taehyung?” Yoongi frowns as he tries to remember. “He comes by my pet store pretty
often, yeah,” he nods. “Why?”

“He’s Jungkook’s best friend.”

“Oh really?,” Yoongi turns to Jungkook. “What a small world. You should have invited him,” he
smiles.

“He’s in heat at the moment,” Jungkook says. He wishes his best friend was here too. He’d
probably get along with everyone.

“Next time, then,” Yoongi says.

“You ever helped him through it, Jungkook-ah?” Hoseok asks, mirth written all over his face.
Jungkook almost chokes on his saliva.

“No, no,” he shakes his head, gaze avoiding Jimin. He squirms uncomfortably on his chair and
the fact that everyone is looking at him doesn’t help. “Taehyung and I,” he clears his throat, “it’s
not like that. He’s like my big brother.”

“Cute,” Hoseok giggles. Jungkook wants to die. When he looks up at Jimin, he’s smiling fondly.

“Don’t tease him,” Jimin says.

“You’re the only one who can do it?” Yoongi chuckles.

“Exactly.”

They all turn to the front door when the doorbell rings. Jungkook lets out a relieved sigh at the
interruption but nervousness comes back in full swing when he realizes he still has to meet
more of Jimin’s friends. Jimin stands up to open the door and Jungkook follows him.

“You okay?” Jimin whispers to him when they stop in the entryway.

“Very nervous.”

“Relax, baby,” Jimin cups his cheek and pecks him on the lips. “You’re doing great,” he smiles
and strokes his cheek.

“I’ll try,” Jungkook says. Jimin’s scent fills his senses and he stops fidgeting, warmth filling his
chest.

When Jimin opens the door they’re greeted by a very excited Seokjin.

“Jiminie!” he exclaims, pulling Jimin into a hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long, what the fuck, I
missed you!”

“Mommy swore!” Seokjin’s pups say in unison.

“Don’t listen to your mom,” the guy, who Jungkook guesses is Namjoon, says.

“Jungkookie!” Seokjin hugs Jungkook tightly and Jungkook is surprised by the omega’s strength.
He wraps his arms around Seokjin’s waist to return the hug, the scent of strawberries clogging
his senses.

“Are you drunk?” Jungkook asks when they pull back.

“I’m just happy to see you,” Seokjin is beaming. “Don’t be mean to your new favorite hyung,” he
winks. Jungkook grimaces when he pats his head. “Jungkook this is my babies,” he points at the
little boy behind him, “baby number one Kangmin, baby number two Nari,” he says, pointing at
Kangmin’s sister, “and baby number three Namjoon,” he cups Namjoon’s face and kisses his
cheek.

Jungkook freezes when he finally takes a look at the alpha. He recognizes him from earlier. He’s
the guy who was looking at him when Miss Eunji was flirting with him.

“I saw you at Haewon’s school, today,” Jungkook says. Namjoon gives him a knowing smile.

“Yeah, Miss Eunji was being a little too friendly with you.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook sighs.

“Let’s not talk about that,” Jimin interrupts, closing the door behind them.

“She seemed disappointed when Jungkook rejected her,” Namjoon chuckles. “Nice to meet you
by the way,” he extends his hand to Jungkook.

“You too,” Jungkook takes it in his two hands and shakes it.

“Go play with the kids, guys,” Seokjin says to his pups as they walk into the apartment. “Good
evening losers,” he says, slapping Yoongi and Hoseok’s backs, making them grunt.

“Good evening, _ Namjoon _ ,” Yoongi says, turning to them.

“Tsk,” Seokjin makes a face at him before sitting down at the table. Namjoon and Jungkook
follow suit.

“Okay, I don’t know about you but I’m starving,” Jimin says.

“And thirsty,” Seokjin nods. “Yoongi, pour the wine.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes at him, an amused smile on his face and does as he’s told. He fills
Jungkook’s glass first.

“Do you need help?” Jungkook asks Jimin, already standing up and bowing in thanks at Yoongi.
“I’m good, baby,” Jimin smiles, gesturing at him to sit back down. “I’ll serve the kids first.”

“Okay,” Jungkook mumbles. He’s alone at the table with all of Jimin’s friends now. He rubs his
sweaty palms on his jeans, and looks nervously around the table.

“Baby,” Hoseok whispers, making a kissy face at Jungkook.

“Shut up,” Jungkook grunts out. He’s blushing.

“It’s too early in the relationship for you guys to be this cute.”

“They’re in their honeymoon phase, it’s normal for them to be this cute,” Namjoon chimes in.

“I feel like their honeymoon phase is never gonna end,” Yoongi says, smiling fondly into his
glass of wine.

“Just like Joonie and I,” Seokjin smirks, sliding a hand down Namjoon’s back. Namjoon gives
him an amused smile.

“You two aren’t that cute,” Hoseok grimaces.

“Yeah we are,” Seokjin frowns at him.

“Shut up and drink your wine,” Yoongi says, pointing at his untouched glass. Jungkook chuckles,
looking at their friendly bickering with curious eyes. They sound exactly like Taehyung and him.

“Jimin,” Namjoon calls. “Did your students like the song I gave you?”

“They loved it, hyung!” Jimin smiles from his spot behind the counter. He’s filling small plates
with japchae, looking like an absolute domestic dream. Jungkook can’t take his eyes off of him.
“Thanks again.”

“Why didn’t I get a song for my students?” Hoseok asks, quirking an eyebrow up at Namjoon.

“You didn’t ask,” he shrugs and takes a sip of his wine. “Do you want me to make you one?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Aish,” Namjoon shakes his head at him.

“You make music, hyung?” Jungkook asks after clearing his throat and taking his eyes off of
Jimin.
“I’m a producer,” Namjoon smiles shyly. “I work at an entertainment company.”

“That’s amazing,” Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise. “I’d love to listen to your work,” he gives
him a shy smile.

“I’ll give you links,” Jimin says, eyes shining with happiness. Jungkook smiles at him and nods.

“What about you, Jungkook? What do you do?” Namjoon asks.

“I’m a photography major. I’m graduating this year.”

“I studied photography too when I was in college,” Yoongi says.

“Oh really? Do you still do it?” Jungkook asks excitedly. He’s glad to find out he shares a
common interest with one of Jimin’s friends.

“I do,” Yoongi nods. “I take pictures often. I just didn’t make a career out of it.”

“That’s too bad.”

“That’s not to say that it’s impossible to make a career out of photography,” Yoongi is quick to
reassure Jungkook when his face falls. “I just had other priorities,” his eyes land on Hoseok and
his pups. Jungkook nods in understanding.

“What are you gonna do after you graduate?” Seokjin asks.

“Kids!” Jimin calls, as he takes a tray to the living room. “It’s time to eat.” He’s met with excited
cheers.

“I’m not sure yet,” Jungkook mumbles. He suddenly feel very insecure in the middle of this
group of men who all seem to have their lives figured out. He’s the odd man out with his not yet
obtained college degree and his uncertain future. “I guess I’ll do some freelance jobs at first.”

“You’ll figure it out, don’t worry,” Hoseok says, patting his shoulder reassuringly. “It took me a
while to figure my shit out, too. I danced underground for a few years after I graduated. Then I
became a dance teacher at a dance academy for two years before Jimin and I decided to open
our own studio together. I had no idea what I wanted to do at your age, I just knew I wanted to
dance,” he shrugs.

“Thanks, hyung,” Jungkook smiles at him. Hoseok tries to play it down but his journey actually
sounds cool. Jungkook isn’t certain his own future will be as bright as that. Not that he doesn’t
want it to be, but where is he supposed to start when he has no idea where he’s heading?
“Exam season is coming up, then?” Namjoon asks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook sighs. He’s already dreading it. “It’s gonna be stressful.”

“When are your exams?” Jimin asks, as he passes by the table on his way to the kitchen.

“In a month. I’m probably gonna be busy in the next few days,” he pouts. The thought of not
being able to spend time with Jimin for a whole month frustrates him, but mostly it frustrates his
alpha who, if it was up to him, would be stuck to Jimin’s side at all times.

“That’s fine,” Jimin smiles. “I’ll help you study if you want.”

“Thanks,” Jungkook smiles back. He’s not certain he’d be able to concentrate on studying with
Jimin around but Jimin’s offer is too sweet to turn down.

“I don’t miss studying at all,” Yoongi groans. “Exams were always the worst part of college.”

“I don’t think anyone likes exams, hyung,” Namjoon chuckles.

“Hm, true.”

Jimin comes back to the table with everyone’s plates and is met with thankful words and excited
grunts.

“Mommy!” Haewon calls. “I need paper towels!” Everyone laughs when they look at her face
covered in food.

Jimin groans because he just sat down and starts getting up again but Jungkook is quicker.

“I got it,” he says, reaching for some paper towels before walking into the living room. He squats
down next to Haewon and starts wiping her face clean. She lets him do it without any protest as
she munches on the food still in her mouth.

“It’s so good mommy!” she exclaims once Jungkook is done.

“Thanks, baby,” Jimin chuckles.

Jungkook gives paper towels to each pup who all thank him in return.

“Taste oppa!” Haewon says, offering a bite to Jungkook. Jungkook blinks at the noodles falling
from her chopsticks, taken aback by the familiarity. Jungkook opens his mouth and accepts the
food. Haewon smiles at him.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” she asks excitedly.

“Mhm, it’s yummy,” Jungkook says around the food. He widens his eyes comically and and over
exaggerates the excitement on his face. It makes Haewon and the other pups giggle. Jungkook
blushes a little at the response while his alpha is preening.

Jungkook reaches for his phone where Haewon left it on the couch before going back to the
dining table. Everyone is looking at him with soft smiles on their faces. Jimin is looking at him
with fond eyes and an enamored look on his face that makes Jungkook feel shy. He squirms on
his chair and clears his throat.

“So cute,” Seokjin whispers. Namjoon gives him a knowing smile.

“Alright,” Jimin says to break the silence. Jungkook is internally grateful. “Dig in, gays.”

Everyone laughs and they all start eating. Jungkook doesn’t say anything for awhile as idle
chatter settle over the table. The japchae he made with Jimin tastes amazing and everyone
compliments them. Jungkook can’t help but feel shy again when Jimin compliments Jungkook
on his help in the kitchen. He feels like a teenager all over again, when he couldn’t help but
blush every time someone talked to him.

It’s not like Jungkook feels uncomfortable, because Jimin’s friends are all very welcoming and
nice. It’s just that he’s scared of saying something wrong and giving a bad impression of
himself.

Despite this constant feeling of anxiety, Jungkook feels comfortable enough to talk to everyone.
He likes them and with time, he hopes that he’ll be able to get closer to them because they
seem like a funny bunch of people. Jungkook finds that he has common interests with most of
them and he really didn’t expect having that with people who are almost ten years older than
him.

He wonders why he feels more comfortable around them than he does around people his age.

Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with age, but it’s simply that Jungkook hasn’t met the right
people. Taehyung would for sure get along with all them and Jungkook wishes, once again, that
he was here. Jungkook promises himself that he’ll introduce him to the group. He wants his best
friend to be included in this new chapter of his life.

Jungkook gets back into the conversation when Hoseok is telling another story about a drunk
Seokjin hugging strangers at a college party.

“How did you guys meet Namjoon hyung and Yoongi hyung then?”
“I’m actually the one who met Yoongi first,” Seokjin says. “We both met at a management
training course because we both wanted to create our own businesses. We became friends over
time and then eventually I introduced him to the guys.”

“You have your own company?”

“The entertainment company Namjoon works at,” he smiles. “I’m the CEO.”

“Wow,” Jungkook doesn’t know why he’s so surprised, Seokjin definitely seems like the kind of
guy who’d be a good CEO. He’s just not used to being around people like that, he’s more often
surrounded by drunk college students. “So, that’s how you guys met?”

“No, we met before I started working at his company,” Namjoon says.

“Namjoon and I did our military service together, that’s how we became friends,” Hoseok says.
“When we came back I introduced him to Jimin and Seokjin.”

“So, how did the couples form then?” Jungkook asks before taking a sip of his wine.

“Hoseok courted me for a long time,” Yoongi starts.

“We were friends and there was clear chemistry between us but he still made me work for it,”
Hoseok says, a playful smirk on his lips.

“It didn’t stop them from hooking up with each other for years,” Seokjin says, rolling his eyes as
if it physically pained him.

“Years?” Jungkook asks.

“I had big commitment issues,” Yoongi shrugs. “But eventually I decided to just give it a shot and
we’ve been together ever since.”

“I’m glad it worked out.”

The commitment issues and the pining sounds a lot like Jungkook and Jimin’s relationship. It
seems more common for people to struggle with relationships than Jungkook thought. The perk
of lacking experience in relationships is that Jungkook isn’t jaded yet.

“What about you guys?” Jungkook asks Namjoon and Seokjin.

“We didn’t really get along at first, because our personalities are completely different,” Seokjin
says. “Then we became friends and danced around each other for a few years because none of
us can flirt, and we’re bad at expressing our feelings,” he chuckles. “Then one day he surprised
me and asked me out on a date.”

“Did you get together before Hoseok hyung and Yoongi hyung?”

“Way before,” Seokjin laughs.

What’s surprising to Jungkook is that they all seem to have met their mates around their college
years. When Jungkook moved to Seoul, he didn’t really think much about love or meeting
someone, he just thought he’d study and try to make the best out of his college years, which he
did for two and half years.

Then he met Jimin.

He can’t help but wonder if he met his future mate, too.

Deep down, he hopes he has.

“What about you?” Hoseok asks, around a mouthful of japchae.

“Huh?”

“What’s your track record?,” he swallows. “Before you met Jimin.”

“Oh, um,” Jungkook clears his throat. “I’ve never been in a relationship before,” he mumbles,
heat spreading over his cheeks.

“Wow, really?” Yoongi asks. “Not even when you were a teen?”

“I was too shy,” Jungkook shrugs and plays distractedly with his chopsticks. “I only became
interested in relationships when I joined college. All I’ve had has been pretty casual though.”

“So, basically just one night stands, then?” Hoseok smirks.

“Yeah,” Jungkook says awkwardly.

“Damn, Jimin your ass must really be golden if it made him stay,” Hoseok exclaims, making
everyone around the table laugh, except for Jimin.

“Aish!” Jimin shushes him, “lower your voice,” he looks pointedly at the pups in the living room.
They’re too busy talking excitedly between them to listen to the adults’ conversation.

“It wasn’t just that,” Jungkook says, smiling fondly at Jimin’s pink face.
“Hm?” Seokjin asks.

“I didn’t stay just because of,” he gestures to nothing in particular and whispers,” the sex.” It
makes them giggle. “Jimin and I clicked, I think. That’s how I felt anyway. I just kept thinking
about him all the time and as much as I liked the sex, I liked talking to him just as much.”

Jimin’s looking at him with shiny eyes and a soft smile on his face. Jungkook remembers how
frustrating it felt every time Jimin had to leave after they had sex, when he wanted him to stay
so they could cuddle and get to know each other more. Jimin tried to avoid that for a long time
but he eventually gave up.

It was hard for them to keep a distance between each other when every cell in their bodies
screamed for them to be together.

“Do you plan on making this relationship a permanent thing?” Seokjin asks suddenly. His face
turns serious in an almost scary way. He’s staring at Jungkook like a wild wolf is looking at a
potential enemy. Jungkook’s alpha almost wants to cower under the intensity of the omega’s
gaze.

“Hyung!” Jimin groans, glaring at Seokjin who simply waves him off.

“Yes, I do,” Jungkook says. His voice doesn’t waver, he doesn’t look away, he’s confident in his
answer.

“I hope you mean that.”

“I do. I’ll be with him for as long as he’ll have me.”

Seokjin and Jungkook stare at each other for too long to be socially acceptable at a friends’
dinner, but none of them want to look away first. Jungkook needs Seokjin to understand he
means it and Seokjin needs Jungkook to understand that this is threat that comes from love and
protectiveness.

The silence between everyone is awkward until Seokjin speaks up.

“He’s a good one you better keep him,” he says, looking away from Jungkook to address Jimin.
His serious expression is replaced with amusement and Jungkook feels like he can breathe
again.

“You’re talking about him like he’s a puppy,” Jimin mumbles.

“He is,” Yoongi says.

“I’m not,” Jungkook pouts and it makes them chuckle.

“Jungkook looks like he knows what he wants,” Yoongi says. “It’s not our place to judge anyway,
as long as Jimin’s happy.”

“I am,” Jimin breathes out.

“I’ll still rip your dick off if you hurt him,” Seokjin leans into Jungkook’s personal space, a fake
syrupy smile on his face. Jungkook leans back and gapes at him.

“I believe that,” he says, nodding quickly.

“Stop it, hyung,” Jimin whines, hiding his face into his hands.

“I’m just saying!” Seokjin says cheerfully. “I like him, you know.”

“Could have fooled me,” Jungkook mumbles under his breath. Seokjin winks at him.

“Yeah, well get in line,” Jimin tells Seokjin.

“I said it first,” Hoseok chimes in. “I like Jungkookie,” he leans in to pinch Jungkook’s cheeks.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook swats his hands away.

“You’re embarrassing,” Namjoon says. Hoseok sticks his tongue out at him.

“Seokjin said the same thing to me a million times when Hoseok and I weren’t really a thing
back then,” Yoongi tells Jungkook. “But he never followed through with his threat because he
liked me too much.”

“You did?” Hoseok frowns.

“That’s such a lie!” Seokjin looks offended. “I didn’t like you _ that _ much. I was just busy with
building my company at the time, I didn’t have time to come and kick your ass. Hoseok was
always balls deep inside you anyway it’s not like I could,” he shrugs.

“Yah!” Hoseok exclaims, eyes widening.

“You’re gross,” Yoongi grimaces.

“I was trying to be a good friend!”

“Hoseok threatened me too when I first started dating Seokjin,” Namjoon admits, an amused
smile on his face.

“Oh my god, really?” Seokjin lifts a hand to his chest, looking like he’s touched. Hoseok gives
him a finger heart.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about their threats”, Namjoon tells Jungkook. “They’re just two
overprotective pups. You get used to it.”

“They’re not exactly empty threats though,” Jimin says. “I had to stop them from killing Jungwoo
after we broke up.”

“He deserved it,” Jungkook, Seokjin and Hoseok say at the same time.

“Exactly!” Seokjin points at Jungkook.

“It’s never too late to do so,” Hoseok says, leaning his forearms on the table with a conspicuous
look on his face. “With Jungkookie’s strength and our diabolical brains, we might be able to kill
him and hide the body without getting caught.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Seokjin lifts his glass in the air in fake cheer before downing it.

“No one’s killing my daughter’s father,” Jimin massages his temples. “If there’s ever going to be
some maiming I’ll be the one doing it anyway.”

“That’s sexy,” Jungkook winks and smirks.

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” Hoseok offers his fist for Jungkook to bump but
Jungkook frowns at him instead.

“I would never go there don’t look at me like that, pup,” Hoseok rolls his eyes, patting
Jungkook’s head.

“Stop calling me that,” Jungkook mumbles.

The rest of the dinner is spent with friendly bickering and some more teasing from the group
every time Jimin and Jungkook stare at each other for a little too long. Jungkook’s anxiety slowly
seeps away until he feels like he’s been part of the group for years.

Hoseok and Seokjin’s laughs become louder the more they drink and Yoongi and Namjoon are
left having to shush them and forcing them to drink water for the rest of the dinner. Jungkook
notices that Seokjin and Yoongi share the same kind of humour and that their friendship
consists of them pretending like they can’t stand each other and bad puns.
At one point during dinner, Hoseok and Namjoon engage in a deep conversation about life after
death and reincarnation while Jimin and Jungkook are left sharing fond smiles and throwing
glances at each other.

Their night comes to an end when the kids become restless and bored. All of them come to their
parents’ chairs to ask for cuddles and to be held. Jungkook is the only one without a pup in his
lap, and he spends most of that time looking at Haewon nuzzling Jimin’s neck to scent him while
Jimin rubs soothing patterns on her back. They look adorable and Jungkook kind of wishes he
could join their little cuddle session.

Yoongi is the first one to say that it’s time to go home and Hoseok easily agrees. Jungkook
stands up and starts cleaning up, bringing their dirty plates to the kitchen. After a few minutes of
washing the dishes, he feels a presence behind him. Namjoon and Yoongi lean against the
counter on each side of Jungkook.

“You really like him, huh?” Namjoon asks with a fond smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I really do,” Jungkook admits, looking down at his soapy hands.

“A little more than just like, right?” Yoongi asks.

“I think so,” Jungkook looks up at him. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before but I just,”
he licks his lips nervously. “My feelings for him are really strong.”

“Happy for you, man,” Namjoon beams.

“The three of them share a very strong friendship,” Yoongi tilts his head to point at Seokjin,
Hoseok and Jimin, still sat the table with pups in their laps. “They’re like brothers. Namjoon and I
are like outsiders, you know,” he smiles. “Here to take care of them and love them,” he bumps
his shoulder against Jungkook’s. “You’re one of us, now.”

“Thanks guys,” Jungkook gives them a sincere smile. His chest stirs with excitement, the same
way it did when he got accepted into Alpha Sig. Back then, he felt like he finally belonged and
he feels that way, now, too.

“Give me your phone,” Namjoon says. Jungkook dries his hands on a kitchen towel and reaches
for his phone in his back pocket. He unlocks it and gives it to Namjoon who types something in
before passing it to Yoongi. “Here now you have our numbers,” he says when he gives it back to
Jungkook. “You can call us anytime. Yoongi and I hang out often, we’d love for you to join us,”
he smiles softly.

“Wow,” Jungkook breathes out. “Really thank you guys, I really appreciate it.”
Their little moment is interrupted by Hoseok calling Yoongi to come and help him with the kids.
Yoongi excuses himself and Jungkook’s left alone with Namjoon. The alpha is the most
intimidating one of them all for Jungkook. He carries himself with a type of confidence that
commands respect but somehow he treats the people around him with a softness that Jungkook
rarely sees in alphas.

It’s inspiring in a way.

“What kind of things do you photograph?” Namjoon asks.

“Everything.”

“People too?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods.

“Have you ever done a photo shoot?”

“Nothing official but my best friend models for me all the time.”

“Send me your portfolio,” Namjoon says. “The company’s always looking for photographers and
videographers for our artists. If I like your pictures I might have a job to offer you after you
graduate.”

Jungkook’s breath catches in his throat and he feels like he’s going to choke with emotion.
Surely he didn’t hear this right.

“Hyung,” he breathes out, stunned. “That’s too much I-”

“It’s an opportunity, Jungkook,” Namjoon cuts him off. “Don’t turn your back on opportunities
before you’ve put some thought into them.”

Jungkook’s heart is going to beat out of his chest. That’s more than a simple opportunity, this is
huge. Getting a job as a photographer is difficult enough but getting hired at an entertainment
company is almost impossible, especially with close to no experience.

“Thank you so much,” Jungkook bows 90 degrees. “I don’t know what to say.”

“I didn’t say you got the job, yet,” Namjoon smiles. “I wanna see your work first.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods quickly, “yeah, of course! I’ll send it to you as soon as possible.”
“Make it good because you only got one chance.”

“I will,” Jungkook bows again.

He feels immense gratitude but doesn’t know how to express it. He doesn’t have time to, when
Seokjin calls for Namjoon.

“I look forward to seeing your work, Jungkook,” Namjoon smiles at him and pats his shoulder.

When they join the others in the living room, Jimin and Haewon are nowhere to be seen.
Jungkook stands awkwardly while they help their pups to put their jackets on and gather their
stuff. After a few minutes, Jimin comes out of Haewon’s room, gently closing the door behind
him. He smiles at Jungkook when he sees him and wraps his arms around his waist.

“You okay?”

“Yes,” Jungkook smiles and pecks him on the lips. “More than okay.”

“Good,” Jimin kisses his cheek softly.

“Okay, lovebirds, we’re leaving,” Seokjin says. “Thank you so much for a delicious dinner, we
had fun,” he smiles and hugs Jimin, then Jungkook. “Next time, we’ll do it at our house.”

“Thanks for coming, hyung,” Jimin says.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Jungkook adds.

“Next time you should invite your friend, pup.”

“I will,” Jungkook agrees. He doesn’t mention the embarrassing pet name.

“I’ll see you on Monday, Jiminie,” Hoseok says, and he hugs them both. “You, too, probably,” he
smiles at Jungkook. Jungkook chuckles and nods.

“Text Namjoon and I, if you ever get tired of this lot,” Yoongi says with an amused smile on his
face. “We’ll get you out of there.”

“Hey!” Hoseok exclaims. “Don’t try to steal him from us.”

“We can share,” Namjoon chuckles.

“If I allow it,” Jimin says, wrapping possessive arms around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook laughs
at their cute bickering. He’s never felt more wanted than he does now.
“Right, right, you get priority,” Seokjin says, rolling his eyes. “Okay, let’s go, now. I’m drunk.”

“And horny,” Yoongi mumbles, scrunching his nose up.

“Oh, that’s gonna be a fun night for Namjoon,” Hoseok winks at the alpha who blushes.

“Not in front of the kids, idiots,” Seokjin swats both of their chests.

“Okay, go away, everyone,” Jimin pushes them towards the entryway. “Bye, pups! I’ll see you
soon,” Jimin squats down and opens his arms to welcome all four of them into his arms.

“Bye uncle Jimin!” they all say. Jungkook is so close to melting into a puddle of goo.

“Say bye to uncle Jungkook, too, angels,” Hoseok says, running his fingers through Hoon’s hair.

“Bye uncle Jungkook!”

“Oh, bye,” Jungkook blushes, and waves awkwardly. The words fill his chest with warmth and
once again he feels like he belongs in this group of people. It’s almost overwhelming how happy
it makes him.

Jimin opens the door to see them out, and they all leave one by one. Namjoon throws one last
knowing glance at Jungkook and Jungkook gives him a thankful smile.

When Jimin closes the door behind him, he sighs heavily and runs his hands down his face.

“You okay?”

“I love them, I really do,” Jimin says, “but they’re so exhausting,” he chuckles.

“Yeah,” Jungkook snorts, “that’s how I feel after every family dinner.”

Jimin walks up to Jungkook and pulls him into a tight hug that Jungkook quickly reciprocates.
Jimin buries his nose against Jungkook’s scent gland and inhales deeply. Jungkook hums
happily when Jimin starts purring, the rumble of his chest sending shivers down his spine.
Jungkook hugs him even tighter and kisses the top of his head.

“Did you put Haewon to bed, already?”

“Hm, she fell asleep in my arms,” Jimin mumbles against Jungkook’s neck.

“We should go to bed too.”

“We need to clean up.”

“I’ve done most of it already,” Jungkook kisses Jimin’s temple. “We’ll do the rest tomorrow.”

“You’re perfect,” Jimin groans. Jungkook chuckles. “Okay,” Jimin pulls away, “bed. Now.”

He takes Jungkook’s hand and leads him to his bedroom. They make quick work of getting
ready for bed. Jungkook turn the lights off in the apartment while Jimin brushes his teeth and
Jimin slides under the covers when it’s Jungkook’s turn.

Jungkook undresses himself down to his boxers before joining Jimin. He lets out a pleased
moan when his back hits the cold sheets, and he lies his head against the fluffy pillow. Jimin
doesn’t waste any time before wrapping himself around Jungkook’s body, throwing his leg over
his hips and looping an arm around his waist. He rests his head on Jungkook’s chest and sighs
happily.

“You did so well,” Jimin whispers and strokes Jungkook’s side. “They love you.”

“I hope so.”

“They do. I can tell.”

“I really like them.”

“Good,” Jimin smiles up at him. “I’m happy you do.”

“Namjoon asked me to send him my portfolio. He said that he might have a job to offer me after
I graduate.”

“What?” Jimin leans up onto his forearm and looks down at Jungkook with wide eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook can’t hold his smile back.

“Baby, that’s amazing!” Jimin beams and throws himself at Jungkook to hug him tight. Jungkook
groans at the added weight but he hugs him back.

“I mean, he needs to look at my work first and then he’ll decide.”

“Your work is amazing, he’s going to love it!”

“I really hope so,” Jungkook says shyly. “I can’t believe he’s even giving me a chance.”
“You’ve got to have a killer portfolio.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need to add new pictures because I haven’t updated it in a while. I want it to
be perfect.”

“You’ll do great, baby,” Jimin says, caressing Jungkook’s face. He bends down to kiss him on
the lips. Jungkook tightens his hold around Jimin’s waist and sighs into the kiss. He feels like
he’s on cloud nine. “It’s scary how much I like you, you know,” Jimin says after they break apart.

“I feel the same way,” Jungkook whispers. He runs his fingers up and down Jimin’s back.

“You make me feel so,” Jimin licks his lips and pauses, “I don’t know. So many types of ways.”

“Good types of ways?”

“Yeah,” Jimin smiles, “amazing types of ways,” he brushes Jungkook’s hair back. “I feel like I’ve
always been so guarded, but with you,” he shrugs, “with you it’s different. I’m becoming more
myself when I’m with you.”

“There’s still a lot I don’t know about you,” Jungkook says. “I feel like you’re not guarded with
your affections but you still have a hard time talking about how you feel.”

“Hm,” Jimin says, resting his head on Jungkook’s chest. “Does it bother you?”

“Not really, no,” Jungkook runs his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “I like seeing you opening up to
me, but I understand why it’s hard for you to do so. I don’t want you to rush anything,” he kisses
Jimin’s forehead. “Take all the time you need.”

“You make it easier for me,” Jimin breathes out like it’s hard for him to admit. “It’s scary in a
way,” his fingertips on Jungkook’s chest leave goosebumps in their wake. “In the back of my
head, there’s this alarm blaring, telling me to be careful of the big bad wolf. Sometimes, the
people that look the sweetest are the ones that hurt you the most.”

“I understand,” Jungkook whispers.

“Are you saying that because you mean it or because you’re trying to lure me into a trap?” Jimin
asks, looking up at him.

“I mean it.”

“I really hope you do,” Jimin gives him a soft smile. Jungkook wishes he had the right words to
make Jimin believe him but even if he did, it wouldn’t remove the voice in the back of Jimin’s
head.
Sometimes it’s frustrating that no matter how many times he reassures Jimin, there’s nothing he
can say that will make him less wary. It took Jungkook awhile to understand that the only way to
do that is to give it time and to _ prove _ to him that he means it.

Jimin is the type of person to only believe what he sees.

“You said, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” Jimin says. “What do you wanna know?” It’s
an olive branch, a way for Jimin to tell Jungkook he’s trying.

“Why did you choose to become a dance teacher instead of a professional dancer?” Jungkook
asks. “I saw you today, during your lesson. You looked like you wanted to join your students.”

“I did,” Jimin sighs. “When I chose my major in college, I wanted to become a professional
dancer.” Jungkook’s heart tighten in his chest when sadness fills Jimin’s scent. “I started
dancing when I was 5. My parents supported me and my dancing for years,” he smiles sadly.
“Then I met Jungwoo and I got pregnant with Haewon. It wasn’t possible for me to keep dancing
after I had her because I had to take care of her.”

“Hoseok said he danced underground for a while,” Jimin continues. Jungkook strokes his back
reassuringly. “But he didn’t say that he danced professionally. He got offered a spot in an
American crew. He was supposed to move to New York but then Yoongi got pregnant and he
chose to stay with him in Seoul.”

“Oh,” Jungkook whispers. “It’s similar to your story.”

“Yeah, except they were 24 and mated when that happened. They had each other, at least,”
Jimin says. “That’s why Hoseok ended up taking a job as a dance teacher at an academy. He
needed a steadier income than what he earned from underground competitions. After a few
years, he came to me with the project of opening a dance studio together and I said yes. I was
going from dance schools to dance schools as a teacher at the time and I was desperate to find
something steady too.”

“I mean,” Jimin licks his lips. “Opening my own studio was a big risk, but I just really wanted the
freedom. We were lucky Hoseok’s reputation as an underground dancer helped us to get
students and the studio’s been doing well.”

“Have you ever thought about trying to become a professional dancer again?” Jungkook asks.
“Now that Haewon is older.”

“It’s too late, baby,” Jimin tilts his head to smile at him. “I’m too old and my body isn’t in shape
anymore. Not enough to be a professional dancer at least.”
“But,” Jungkook mumbles, “what if you practiced again? Like you used to?”

“It’s a difficult industry to get into but it’s even harder when you’re approaching your thirties,”
Jimin cups Jungkook’s face and kisses his pout away. “It’s okay. I’m happy with my current job, I
don’t need to be a professional dancer to dance.”

“I guess not,” Jungkook gives him a lopsided smile. He feels bad for Jimin. He probably had a
lot of potential when he was younger, especially if he had been training since he was five. He
deserved a chance at getting his dream job.

“Don’t fret over this, okay?” he kisses Jungkook’s nose. “I’ve accepted it years ago. I’m happy,
now.”

“It’s all that matters, then,” Jungkook smiles at him, pulling Jimin into a soft kiss.

Jungkook lets out a surprised moan when Jimin’s prodes his mouth open with his tongue. Jimin
cups the side of Jungkook’s jaw and angles his face to the left to deepen the kiss. Jungkook is
pliant under his omega’s kisses, running his fingers up and down his spine. Heat simmers in the
pit of Jungkook’s stomach, the way it always does when they get close and he can tell Jimin’s
feeling the same way from the way his flowery scent turns sweeter.

Jimin sucks Jungkook’s bottom lip into his mouth and buries his fingers into Jungkook’s hair. He
drapes his body over Jungkook’s and scratches Jungkook’s scalp, making him groan into the
kiss. Jungkook is completely losing himself into the kiss, hands exploring every inch of Jimin’s
body he has access to. He lets out a displeased grunt when Jimin pulls away with a playful nip
on his bottom lip.

“Off topic, but,” Jimin brushes his lips against Jungkook’s mouth, “seeing you with Haewon,
today,” he catches Jungkook’s lips into another slow kiss that makes Jungkook’s head spin. “I
thought you were so fucking sexy.”

Jungkook groans when Jimin starts trailing wet kisses down his jaw. His breath is caught up in
his throat, he can barely think, let alone speak.

“You’re hot when you play daddy,” Jimin chuckles darkly against Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook
grips Jimin’s hips and wills his alpha not to pin him against the matress and wreck him right
here, because they would end up waking up the whole neighborhood if he did.

“You’re playing with fire, Jimin,” his rough voice makes Jimin moan.

“You know,” Jimin whispers right into Jungkook’s ear, making the alpha shiver. “I kinda wanna
give you a treat for being such a good alpha.”
“What kind of treat?”

“My mouth,” Jimin says before licking the shell of Jungkook’s ear. Jungkook gasps when he
closes his lips on his pulse point and sucks a hickey into the skin.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook groans, groping Jimin’s ass. “What about your mouth?”

Jimin chuckles against his skin, trailing his kisses down Jungkook’s collarbones. Jungkook lets
go of Jimin’s ass to hold his waist instead. He’s breathing heavily, the feeling of Jimin’s tongue
on his body and the insinuation of it all is driving him crazy.

“Where do you want it?” Jimin asks before circling Jungkook’s nipple with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses, gripping Jimin’s hair. Jimin closes his mouth on his nipple, playing with
the hardening nub with his tongue. “Jimin,” Jungkook chokes out when Jimin’s hand travels
down his body all the way to the hem of his boxers. Jungkook all but shudders when Jimin bites
his nipple and sucks on it hard. “Fuck.”

Jimin licks a trail all the way up to Jungkook’s scent gland where he nips at the skin. Jungkook
pulls on his hair and brings their lips together in a hard kiss. The way their teeth clack is almost
painful, but the way Jimin cups his hardening cock sweetens the impact. Jungkook twitches in
Jimin’s hand when Jimin wraps a hand around his neck.

Jimin rubs his thumb over Jungkook’s pulse point and squeezes lightly. Jungkook’s breath
catches in his throat, mouth going lax which allows Jimin to bury his tongue inside it. Jimin’s
hand slides down his body all the way to his abs while he rubs Jungkook’s cock to full hardness
with the other.

Jimin bites on Jungkook’s bottom lip before breaking the kiss. “Tell me where you want it, baby,”
he breathes out against Jungkook’s wet lips. Jungkook can’t think properly. The ghost of Jimin’s
grip against his throat remains and makes his head spin.

“My cock,” Jungkook says. He grabs Jimin’s hand and slides it inside his boxers. “I want your
mouth right here,” his voice breaks with Jimin wraps his fingers around his length. Jungkook
takes his own hand out of his boxers and grips the sheets instead.

It’s unlike him to give up control so easily, but he’s curious to see what Jimin will do. His body is
thrumming with electricity every time Jimin speaks, toying with Jungkook’s sanity.

“Whatever you want, alpha,” Jimin smirks. He knows it drives Jungkook up the wall every time
he calls him that.

“Just fucking do it, Jimin,” Jungkook’s patience is running thin. It makes Jimin giggle which is
way too cute for the situation they are in.

Jimin squeezes his hand around Jungkook’s cock while he kisses his way down Jungkook’s
chest. Jungkook kicks the covers to the foot of the bed and locks his eyes on Jimin’s sinful
mouth. Jimin pulls on the hem of Jungkook’s boxers to take them off and discard them on the
floor.

Jungkook is left naked, his hard cock standing proudly against his stomach. Jimin’s looking at it
with hooded eyes, lips parted and his hot breath hitting the flushed skin. Jungkook has to stop
himself from gripping his hair and forcing his mouth to his cock. He squeezes his eyes shut and
takes a deep breath.

“You missed my mouth, didn’t you?” Jimin brushes his lips against the underside of Jungkook’s
cock. “It’s been a while.”

“You don’t suck my cock enough, that’s for sure,” Jungkook grunts out, waiting with bated
breaths for Jimin to finally give him what he wants.

“You’re too impatient,” Jimin smiles up at him. He looks like absolute sin, laid in between
Jungkook’s legs, his plump and kiss-reddened lips so close to Jungkook’s cockhead. “You never
let me make you feel good, you’d rather have me on my hands and knees as soon as you take
my clothes off.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook groans, hands fisting the sheets. “Less talking.” Jimin chuckles before leaving
an open mouthed kiss on the underside of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook throws his head back,
and bites on his bottom lip. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“I haven’t even done anything, yet,” Jimin smirks.

“Exactly my point.”

Jimin shuts him up by sucking his cockhead into his mouth. Jungkook’s head shoots up, lips
parting on a broken moan. Jimin is looking right at him when he runs the tip of his tongue
against his slit. Jimin wraps his fingers around Jungkook’s shaft but the hold is barely there. He
leaves wet kisses on Jungkook’s cockhead, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s.

“Take-,” Jungkook groans when Jimin kisses down his cock before licking up the vein. “Take me
in your mouth.”

“You don’t call the shots, baby,” Jimin smiles darkly.

“I always do.”
“Not this time,” Jimin runs his thumb over Jungkook’s head, making him shiver. “The more you
make demands, the less likely you are to get what you want.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Jungkook groans and drops his head on the pillow. He stares at the ceiling,
begging for higher powers to help him.

Jimin leaves a teasing a kiss on Jungkook’s inner thigh, giving a playful nip to the sensitive skin.
He slides a hand up Jungkook’s abs, feeling the ridges of each muscle. Jungkook feels like he’s
being worshipped and it’s not something he’s used to. He’s used to doing the worshipping.

Jimin sucks on one of Jungkook’s balls and finally, _ finally _ , pumps Jungkook’s cock. It’s
slow, and definitely not close to being enough to make him come but it’s the best he’s got right
now, so he’s not going to complain. He has a feeling Jimin would stop touching him altogether if
he did.

Jimin kisses up his length, eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheeks. He looks beautiful, he
always does. Jungkook closes his eyes and relaxes under Jimin’s touch. Jimin lets out a
pleased moan before bringing the tip of Jungkook’s cock to his tongue. He rubs the hot head
against it before closing his lips around it. Jungkook gasps at the tight pressure.

Jimin’s mouth is so hot on him it’s driving him crazy. It’s the closest to what it feels like to be
inside him and Jungkook hasn’t been inside of Jimin for way too long.

“Still so big,” Jimin mumbles. “Always so big,” he hums happily. “For me?”

“Just for you,” Jungkook nods, in between heavy breaths.

“Such a good alpha,” Jimin kisses the tip of his cock. “So good to his omega and his omega’s
pup,” he suckles on his cockhead, staring deep into Jungkook’s eyes. Precome fall on Jimin’s
tongue and Jungkook’s cock keep twitching the more Jimin speaks. “Making me want to give
him pups.”

“Fuck,” Jungkook growls from deep in his chest. He holds Jimin’s hair in a tight grip, making him
gasp. A fire is burning deep and low in Jungkook’s abdomen and his alpha is dying to be let out.
To bury himself deep in between Jimin’s legs and pump him full of cum. “Fuck, shit,” he closes
his eyes and tries to control his breathing.

“Alpha likes the sound of that,” Jimin whispers. His tongue darts out to give a teasing lick to
Jungkook’s slit. Jungkook tightens his grip on his hair and gives him a look of warning. It only
makes the omega smile.

“Don’t,” his voice sounds more like a growl than his usual voice.
“Isn’t that what you’ve been begging for?” Jimin quirks an eyebrow up. “To breed me. Fill me up
with your pups?”

“You don’t think I’ll open you up and do just that if you keep talking?”

“Hm,” Jimin smiles and wraps his hands around Jungkook’s wrist to make him let go of his hair.
“You can try,” he licks a trail up Jungkook’s cock, and wraps his lips around the head without
putting any pressure on it. He looks obscene. “But how will you be able to do that with your cock
down my throat?”

Jungkook doesn’t even have time to reply because Jimin sinks his mouth on his length. All he
can do is grip the sheets and throw his head back, voice breaking on a moan. Jungkook forgets
all about breeding Jimin, all he can think about is how tight and hot Jimin’s mouth feels around
his cock.

Jimin takes Jungkook as deep as he can, which is only halfway but it still feels like heaven. He
bobs his head up and down slowly and squeezes the base with his hand. He alternates between
sucking his cheeks and tonguing at the vein under his cock. Jimin uses his other hand to play
with Jungkook’s balls. He looks up at Jungkook with a mouthful of cock and that’s almost
enough to make Jungkook come.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook grunts out. “Fuck, fuck.”

Jimin sucks on Jungkook’s cockhead and digs his tongue into the slit, making the alpha
shudder. He pulls off to take a deep breath and pumps Jungkook in quick strokes.

“I hate that I can’t take all of you in my mouth,” Jimin has the audacity to pout.

“You’re doing just fine, trust me” Jungkook grits out between his teeth, biting on his bottom lip
when Jimin runs his thumb over his sensitive head.

“I need more practice,” he says, giving kitten licks to Jungkook’s cockhead.

“You can practice on me all you want, baby-- ah, fuck.” Jimin giggles around Jungkook’s cock,
sinking down as far as he can once again. “God, your fucking mouth.”

Jimin bobs his head up and down, sinking lower each time. He’s breathing heavily through his
nose and his eyes are getting shiny with the beginning of tears. Jungkook is going to come
embarrassingly quick at this rate. Jimin’s thighs felt amazing last night but there’s nothing like
the feeling of a mouth or tight walls around his cock.

When Jimin comes up for air this time around, a string of saliva connects his lips to Jungkook’s
cock. Jungkook is wet from precome and from Jimin’s mouth, and the sounds that Jimin’s
pumping hand makes around his cock turn Jungkook on even more. Jimin blows on the tip of
Jungkook’s cock before swallowing down as much as he can.

This time the head of Jungkook’s cock hits the back of his throat and Jungkook can’t stop the
loud moan that comes out of his mouth. He throws a hand over it to shut himself up, eyes
widening when he remembers that Haewon is in the room next door.

The wet sounds coming from Jimin’s throat and Jungkook’s heavy breaths are the only sounds
filling the quiet room. Jungkook grips on the pillow beside his head and bites on it to muffle his
groans when Jimin swallows around him. It feels so tight, hot, wet and perfect.

Jungkook buries his fingers in Jimin’s hair and it moves with the bobbing of Jimin’s head. Saliva
drips down Jungkook’s balls in Jimin’s hand. Jimin’s mouth makes an obscene popping sound
when he pulls off of Jungkook’s cock.

“I could suck you off for hours,” Jimin breathes out. “I love the weight of it on my tongue.”

“No one’s stopping you.”

“Your refractory period might.”

“I have a very short refractory period, thank you very much.”

“You’ll have to show me one day,” Jimin winks and rubs Jungkook’s cockhead against his
tongue, tasting him.

“Gladly.”

“Are you gonna come soon?”

“If you keep doing whatever you were doing a minute ago, yeah.”

Jimin smiles and gives a feather like kiss to the tip before rolling his tongue around it. There’s
saliva all over his chin and he doesn’t even bother to wipe it off which only turns Jungkook on
more. He looks like a cocksucking mess and Jungkook is addicted to the sight.

He’s also addicted to the feeling of Jimin’s throat constricting around his cockhead and if it was
humanly possible, he’d make Jimin cockwarm him just like that every day. Unfortunately, the
lack of oxygen would result in actual death and that definitely doesn’t turn Jungkook on.

Jimin alternates between bobbing up and down Jungkook’s cock fast, sucking up his cheeks on
the way up every time, and swallowing him down his throat. It’s driving Jungkook crazy and the
feeling of his small hand squeezing his base and his other one playing with his balls only brings
him closer to his climax.

He really didn’t expect to end the day with a mindblowing blowjob from the prettiest omega he’s
ever laid his eyes on, _ his _ omega, but here he is and he feels like the luckiest alpha in the
world.

Taking care of Haewon doesn’t sound so bad if it earns him an amazing orgasm from Jimin at
the end of every day.

He could really get used to this.

Sweat drips down Jungkook’s face from having to keep his moans down and having to stop
himself from fucking up into Jimin’s throat. He doesn’t want to choke the omega unless he
explicitly asks for it. Jimin’s doing a pretty good job at doing that on his own anyway, judging
from the way he’s gagging around Jungkook’s cock.

And yet, he doesn’t stop blowing him.

Jimin’s enthusiasm is as much of a turn on as his actual mouth around him is. Jimin knows his
way around a cock, Jungkook can tell that much, and it’s really hard for him to hold himself back
from coming.

The wet sounds coming from Jimin are obscene and Jungkook can feel the way his balls tighten
in his hand. He’s so close, so fucking close to a brain shattering orgasm and all he wants to do
is growl from how good it feels but he can’t.

“You feel so fucking good around my cock, fuck,” Jungkook throws his head back. His hair sticks
to his forehead and his body is shiny with sweat. “Do you hear yourself literally gagging for it.”

Jimin moans around him. He works his hand faster around the base and swallows Jungkook
deeper, stopping the bobbing of his head to keep Jungkook’s cock in his throat.

“Ah, fuck,” Jungkook pulls on Jimin’s hair, unconsciously pushing him down even more. “That’s
it baby, take my cock.”

There’s tears on Jimin’s red cheeks, sweat on his forehead and precome on his tongue. He
looks like a wreck and Jungkook just wants to ruin him even more. Jimin swallows around
Jungkook’s cockhead one last time before Jungkook’s orgasm hits him like a train, sending hot
white pleasure all the way down to his toes. Jimin gags when Jungkook’s come shoots down his
throat and pulls off to cough wetly.

Jungkook takes his cock in his hand and pumps himself through his orgasm. He grabs the back
of Jimin’s neck and brings his lips to his cock. Jimin opens his mouth and closes his eyes as
more come shoots out of Jungkook’s cock, all over his face. Jimin moans like he actually feels
pleasure from having Jungkook’s come dripping down his face.

Once he’s pumped himself dry, Jungkook lets go of his softening cock and brings Jimin up to
kiss him. Jimin lets out a surprised moan, when Jungkook opens his mouth with his tongue to
taste himself. Jungkook swallows down his own come straight from Jimin’s mouth and kisses
him until they’re both breathless.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathes out when he breaks the kiss, looking up at Jimin. There’s come
smeared all over his chin, a white stripe on his right cheek and a few drops on his nose and
forehead. He looks like an absolute sight with his red lips and tear stained cheeks, his hair
messy from Jungkook’s hands and his sweaty skin. “God, I wish I could take a picture right
now.”

“That good, huh?” Jimin smirks. His hands slide up Jungkook’s chest to pull himself up to sit on
his hips.

“You have no fucking idea how good that felt.”

“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.” Jungkook laughs and runs his hands up
Jimin’s waist, squeezing the soft skin. “I need to wash my face and brush my teeth again now,”
Jimin whines.

“Wait,” Jungkook stops him from moving, eyes trailing down Jimin’s body. “What about you? Do
you want me to return the favor?”

“I’m good, baby,” Jimin gives him a soft smile. “Tonight was about you.”

“I want to make it about you too,” Jungkook pouts.

“Cute,” Jimin chuckles and pecks him on the lips. Jungkook grimaces when a drop of his own
come falls on his cheek. He quickly wipes it off his face to smear it on the sheets. “I’m too tired,
though. I want to sleep now.”

“M’kay,” Jungkook says and this time he doesn’t stop Jimin from hopping off the bed. “Next time,
though.”

Jimin nods and gives him a fond smile before disappearing into the bathroom. Jungkook sighs
happily and doesn’t even bother putting his boxers back on. His flaccid cock lays on his
stomach and is still wet with Jimin’s saliva. Jungkook shakes his head to stop thinking about it
otherwise he’ll get hard again.

He pulls the covers up and lays on his side. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to come back, no
come in sight anymore and Jungkook doesn’t complain only because he knows how
uncomfortable dried come feels.

Jimin joins him under the covers and gives him a quick kiss before turning his back on
Jungkook, waiting for him to spoon him. Jungkook smiles and loops his arms around his waist,
nuzzling the back of his neck. He smells heavily of flowers from the remnants of sweat and
Jungkook feels like he’s in heaven.

“Thank you, baby,” he mutters.

“Hm, you’re welcome, pup,” Jimin replies sleepily.

“I really hate that pet name.”

“No you don’t,” Jimin chuckles.

“I only like it when _ you _ call me that.”

“I’m the only one who’s allowed to call you that.”

“Tell that to Hoseok hyung,” Jungkook snorts.

“I’ll beat his ass on Monday.”

“My savior,” Jungkook laughs, squeezing Jimin tighter in his arms. “I’m so sleepy now,”
Jungkook hums happily, kissing Jimin’s nape. “Thanks to you.”

“You said sex makes you sleepy, earlier. I was only trying to help.”

“And that you did,” Jungkook nips at Jimin’s neck, making him giggle. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, pup,” Jimin whispers before turning the light off.

Notes for the Chapter:

10. Chapter 10
**Notes for the Chapter:**

> One day I'll find the time to answer all of your lovely comments I promise. Thank you so much
for always sharing your thoughts and I hope you know that your kind words give me endless
motivation. Enjoy this chapter ♥

Jungkook groans when he looks at the time. It’s 3:23AM and he needs to pee.

Jimin is lying on his stomach, his cheek is squished on the pillow and his lips are parted.
Jungkook smiles at him before rubbing his face to wake himself up. He sighs as he slowly gets
out of bed, trying not to wake Jimin. He stumbles in the dark, until he finds his boxers and puts
them on.

His heart literally stops when he opens the door and finds Haewon standing behind it. Her black
hair is a mess and she looks sleepy. Her eyes widen when she sees Jungkook.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Jungkook whispers, resting his hand over his heart.

“Don’t swear.”

Jungkook snorts before putting a hand over his mouth and looking at Jimin’s unmoving form. He
quickly grabs a t-shirt that’s sitting on a chair and puts it on. He closes the door and faces
Haewon again. She hasn’t moved from her spot, looking up at Jungkook with curious eyes.

“What are you doing up?” Jungkook asks as he squats down to her level.

“Can’t sleep,” she pouts and rubs her eyes with her small fists.

“Did you have a nightmare?” Haewon shakes her head. “Alright,” he licks his lips, trying to think
about what to do without waking Jimin. “Are you thirsty? Do you want a glass of water?”

“Please,” she nods.

Haewon lifts her arms up when Jungkook stands up, asking to be held. Jungkook doesn’t think
twice about it and takes her in his arms. She rests her head on Jungkook’s shoulder and loops
her arms around his neck. Jungkook heads to the kitchen, holding Haewon with one hand and
opening cupboards with the other to look for a glass.

“Why are you awake?” she asks.

“I needed to pee,” Jungkook pours tap water into the glass. “Here,” he says, offering it to her.
She pulls away from Jungkook’s shoulder and takes it before taking small sips of water. “Why
can’t you sleep? Aren’t you tired?”
Haewon avoids Jungkook’s gaze, looking down at her empty glass. Jungkook puts it in the sink
and Haewon hides her face in his neck. Jungkook wants to coo from how cute she is but he’s
worried about her lack of answer. He decides not to push it though. Instead, he starts pacing
around the living room and rubs a comforting hand up and down her back.

The apartment is quiet except for the muffled sounds of a few cars driving down the street.
Jungkook’s eyes slowly accommodates to the darkness and soon the light of the moon is
enough to illuminate the room. Jungkook is filled with a sense of serenity, with his omega
soundly sleeping in what almost feels like _their_ bedroom and his omega’s pup slowly dozing
off in his arms.

The silence doesn’t feel suffocating for once.

It’s just peaceful.

“I don’t want to go to my dad’s house tomorrow,” Haewon’s small voice breaks the silence.
Jungkook’s heart squeezes in his chest. He unconsciously tightens his hold around Haewon.

“Why?” Jungkook asks. Haewon just shrugs. “You have to, sweetheart,” Jungkook sighs and
rests his head against Haewon’s.

“I want to stay with you and mommy.”

“Mommy and I aren’t going anywhere,” Jungkook smiles. “We’ll be here when you come back on
Sunday. Maybe we can go to the park or something.”

“I want to do that tomorrow,” she mumbles, her small hands fisting Jungkook’s shirt.

“You have to go to your dad’s first. I’m sure he has a lot of fun things planned for you two,”
Haewon doesn’t say anything. “Has your dad ever been mean to you?”

“No,” she shakes her head. “He’s nice to me.”

“Don’t you have fun when you’re with him?”

“I do,” she breathes out, “but I always miss mommy. I don’t like when he’s alone and I’m having
fun.”

Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat. The thought of Jimin being all alone when Haewon
leaves makes him sad. He wonders what Jimin does when Haewon is at her dad’s. Does he
spend time with his friends? Does he go to his studio and dance? Or does he stay at home and
tries to find a way to make Haewon’s absence hurt less?
“He won’t be alone,” Jungkook says. “I’ll be with him the whole time. I’ll take care of him, okay?”

“Promise?” Haewon pulls back to look at Jungkook with determined eyes.

“Promise,” Jungkook chuckles and offers his pinky. Haewon hooks it with her own pinky and
smiles. “You know,” Jungkook quirks an eyebrow up and smirks, “maybe your mom likes being
alone. He can finally rest without you, little demon,” he tickles Haewon’s sides. She giggles and
squirms in his hold, pushing his hand away.

“Stop,” she whines and hides her face in his neck again. “I’m an angel.”

“Are you now?”

“I’m the best, mommy loves me.”

“He does,” Jungkook nods, “but you’re still a little demon to me,” it makes her giggle.

“Angels are boring anyway,” Haewon shrugs. It’s Jungkook’s turn to laugh.

A comfortable silence settles over them as Jungkook keeps pacing. He slowly rocks Haewon,
hoping that it’ll help her fall asleep. They’re mostly just cuddling at this point and that makes
Jungkook feel warm.

His heart skips a beat every time he feels Haewon’s nose against his neck, so close to nuzzling
his scent gland to scent him. Jungkook would probably melt on the spot if she did because it’s
such an intimate thing to do, especially for pups who usually just scent their parents.

His scent must be comforting for her, though, because she’s fully relaxed in Jungkook’s hold.
The more they spend time together the more familiar her peachy scent gets for him, almost as
familiar as Jimin’s. Jimin smells like flowers but most importantly he smells like home.

Jimin and Haewon’s scents are always mixed together. The two of them, to Jungkook’s alpha,
smell like home.

“I’m sleepy,” Haewon breathes out.

“I’ll put you to bed, then.”

“No,” Haewon tightens her hold on Jungkook’s neck, a hint of anxiety filling her scent. “Just a
little bit more.”

Jungkook’s heart is threatening to beat out of his chest and he’s pretty sure Haewon can feel it.
He’s filled with a weird feeling, something that his dad told him about when he was younger.
That day, when Taehyung had accidentally hit him in the face with a stick so hard that it opened
his cheekbone. His dad had rushed to him, took him in his arms and growled at a 6-year-old
Taehyung.

It made Taehyung cry and Jungkook cry harder.

Later that day, after Jungkook went and got stitches, his dad went to Taehyung’s house and
apologized to him and his parents. When his dad put him to bed, Jungkook asked why his dad
was so angry at Taehyung when it wasn’t the first time that Jungkook got hurt while playing. His
dad called it “paternal instincts”.

“I didn’t mean to growl at Taehyung,” he said. Guilt was written all over his face. “I just saw the
blood on your face and my alpha got so angry. I just had to protect you, to keep you away from
harm and to my alpha, Taehyung was a threat,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t have let my alpha take
over like this. You should always have control over your feelings, otherwise you’ll do things you’ll
regret. I don’t want Taehyung to be scared of me, but I was so scared for you that I couldn’t stop
myself.”

Jungkook had to wait to present as an alpha to understand his father’s words. He understood
then how sometimes the wolf can be stronger than the human side.

He never understood paternal instincts until now, though.

The deep rooted need to protect and to take care of a pup.

He hugs Haewon tighter and shushes her, humming a lullaby that his mom used to sing to him
when he was a kid. He releases calming pheromones and rubs Haewon’s back. It takes a while
but eventually, Haewon’s body goes lax. Her small hands hang over Jungkook’s shoulders and
her breathing evens out. Her scent turns sweet and her weight becomes heavier in Jungkook’s
arms.

Jungkook can feel himself getting sleepy when he hears a door open. Jimin is rubbing his eyes
when he enters the room, frowning cutely at the scene. Jungkook stops pacing and gives him a
soft smile.

“What’s going on?” Jimin’s voice sounds so loud in the silence of the night.

“Shh,” Jungkook shushes him, tilting his head to point at Haewon, “she’s asleep.”

“Did she have a nightmare?” Jimin asks as he walks up to them. He looks at Haewon’s face and
smiles.
“No,” Jungkook whispers. “Why are you awake?”

“I heard you singing,” Jimin tilts his head to the side and brushes Jungkook’s hair back. “We
should put her to bed.”

Jungkook nods and heads to Haewon’s bedroom. A nightlight illuminates the whole room and
her covers are pushed at the foot of her bed, a Flounder plushie sitting in the middle of the
mattress. Jimin moves it next to Haewon’s pillow and Jungkook lays her down as gently as
possible, holding her head in one hand. Jimin is just watching him, a fond smile on his face.
Jungkook pushes the covers over her body and tucks her in.

She’s still fast asleep when they leave her bedroom.

“Seems like you’ve done this all your life,” Jimin says.

“Really?” Jungkook chuckles nervously, a blush spreading over his cheeks. Jimin wraps his
arms around his waist and pecks him on the lips.

“She fell asleep in your arms,” Jimin whispers. “Do you know how cute you two looked?”

“She’s kind of adorable,” Jungkook nods. “I was this close to melting,” he brings his index finger
and his thumb together to show Jimin just how close.

“You’re just as adorable,” Jimin beams, leaving a trail of kisses on Jungkook’s cheek and neck.
“God, I could eat you,” he says before nipping Jungkook’s jaw.

“Sounds like something I’d say.”

“You have,” Jimin chuckles. “It’s late, let’s go back to bed,” he pecks Jungkook one last time
before pulling back.

“I need to pee so bad. Go ahead I’ll join you in a sec.”

“Okay,” Jimin winks at him before walking to his bedroom, and Jungkook definitely notices the
swing of his hips. He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. Now’s not the time to get horny.

He takes care of his business in record time and flops onto the bed next to Jimin, throwing an
arm around his body over the covers. Jimin is lying on his side and looks like a small burrito.

“Get under the covers, come on,” Jimin giggles.

“Are you hiding a surprise under there?” Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Just me.”

Jungkook throws the covers back dramatically, ignoring Jimin’s complaint about being cold and
wiggles to wrap his body around him. Jimin huffs and puffs at Jungkook’s antics and even tries
to push him away but he quickly gives up when Jungkook throws his leg around his hips and
hugs him tighter to his chest.

“You’re so annoying,” Jimin grunts out. “I can barely breathe you know.”

“Shh, we’re cuddling,” Jungkook nuzzles the back of Jimin’s neck and closes his eyes.

Jimin turns in Jungkook’s hold until they’re facing each other. His arms are stuck in between
their bodies and one of his thighs slides in between Jungkook’s, who still has one leg thrown
around Jimin’s hips. Jungkook kisses Jimin’s forehead and smiles down at him. They can barely
see each other in the dark.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Jimin breathes out.

“It can hardly be called singing.”

“Still,” Jimin manages to slip an arm around Jungkook’s chest, “you sounded really good.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook nuzzles Jimin’s forehead and leaves a soft kiss on his nose. Jimin’s
scent is lulling him to sleep. He feels warm in Jimin’s arms and he can still smell the remnants of
Haewon’s scent on his body.

“Thank you for taking care of Haewon,” Jimin tightens his hold on Jungkook.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” Jimin looks up. “It means the world to me,” he’s never looked more sincere.

Jungkook doesn’t know how to reply so he decides to kiss Jimin instead. It’s just a soft press of
their lips but he hopes it conveys how much he cares about Jimin. It doesn’t take long for them
to fall asleep after that, still wrapped in each other’s arms and their three scents filling the room.

…………&…………

“Haewon!” Jimin calls out from Haewon’s bedroom. “Where did you put your Ariel doll?”
“I don’t know!” Haewon replies from her spot on the couch.

Jungkook yawns. It’s too early for shouting but it’s probably a very common thing in the Park
household. Jungkook is sitting next to Haewon and they’re competing on who can solve a
rubik's cube the fastest. So far, Haewon seems to be doing a lot better and Jungkook’s pride is
only slightly hurt.

“Well, do you need it for your dad’s?” Jimin asks. He started his morning late because of
Jungkook and his cuddles. Late has a completely different meaning to Jimin though. It was
7:30AM when he got out of bed and Jungwoo is supposed to pick Haewon up at 9AM.

“Yes!” Haewon replies. She looks over at Jungkook’s rubik’s cube, “You’re doing it wrong, oppa.”

“I’m not,” he whines. “Focus on yourself, little demon.” It makes her giggle.

“I can’t find it!” Jimin sounds desperate and frustrated. He’s been running around all morning to
prepare Haewon’s stuff and Jungkook’s has been doing his best to keep her occupied. Jungwoo
is supposed to be there in ten minutes and Jimin sounds like he’s about lose it.

Jungkook sighs and looks up from his rubik’s cube. He gasps when his eyes fall on a mess of
red hair peeking out from under the TV cabinet. He stands up from the couch and retrieves the
lost doll.

“I found it!” Haewon yells. Jungkook frowns at her.

“Where?” Jimin asks, looking disheveled as he walks into the living room. He sighs when he
sees it in Jungkook’s hand. “Jungkook found it, not you,” he rolls his eyes.

“Same thing,” Haewon shrugs, not looking up from her rubik’s cube.

Jungkook snorts and ruffles her hair as he passes her by.

“Oppa!” she whines, swatting at his hand before brushing her hair back into place.

“Here,” Jungkook says, handing the doll to Jimin.

“Thanks, babe,” Jimin pecks him on the lips and smiles.

“ _Thanks, babe,_ ” Haewon mocks, making a kissy face.

“Brat!” Jungkook and Jimin say at the same time. She giggles and throws her rubik’s cube on
the couch before standing up.
“Gonna pee!” she sing songs as she runs to the bathroom.

Jungkook takes the opportunity to push Jimin against the back of the couch and kisses him.

“Jungkook,” Jimin chuckles against his lips. “We don’t have time for this.”

“Your daughter is a demon,” Jungkook cups Jimin’s cheek and sucks on his bottom lip. Jimin
moans.

“For once, I agree,” Jimin breathes out, tilting his head to the side and giving a teasing lick.
Jungkook slips his hand under Jimin’s shirt. “Fuck,” Jimin arches into the touch, “we really can’t
do this right now.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says but he doesn’t stop kissing Jimin. He knows he’s being greedy because
he has the whole weekend with Jimin to kiss and touch him, but he just can’t help it.

“I’m serious,” Jimin whispers when he breaks the kiss. He lets Jungkook peck him one last time
before pushing him away. Jungkook pouts, but it almost never works on Jimin. “Silly, pup,” Jimin
smiles fondly.

They’re interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Jungkook’s mood instantly plummets.

“Fuck, he’s here already?” Jimin looks at the clock in the living room. It’s 9AM.

Jungkook doesn’t have time to offer to open the door before Jimin does it. The last time
Jungkook saw Jungwoo, he was wearing a black suit. Today, he looks a lot more casual, in blue
jeans and a grey sweatshirt. His wavy hair falls into his tired eyes and his scent turns sour when
his eyes fall on Jungkook.

“Morning,” Jungwoo says.

“Morning,” Jimin steps to the side. “Come in.”

Jungwoo gives Jungkook a curt nod of acknowledgement and Jungkook does the same. He
looks around the apartment with curious eyes, as if it’s the first time he’s seeing it.

The apartment is a bit messy and it’s mostly Jungkook’s fault. His camera equipment is sitting
next to the couch and some clothes are thrown over the dining table chairs. Two pairs of his
shoes sit next to Haewon’s and Jimin’s and the kitchen sink is filled with three bowls instead of
two.

“I’m gonna get Haewon’s stuff,” Jimin points at the both of them. “Play nice.”
Then he leaves them alone. Jungkook does his best to control his scent. It’s no secret he
doesn’t like the guy but he’s bound to see him more often now that he’s part of Jimin’s life, so he
should try to be as civil as possible.

“You live here now?” Jungwoo asks, burying his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“No,” Jungkook sounds colder than he intends. “I’m staying just for the week.”

“Smells like you’ve been here for longer than a week.”

“I haven’t,” Jungkook leans against the back of the couch and crosses his arms over his chest.

“You’re just a territorial alpha then?”

“Sure,” Jungkook rolls his eyes. He doesn’t consider himself like one but Jungwoo is going to
believe what he’s going to believe. Jungkook’s scent is prominent in the apartment but it’s not
like Jungkook meant for it to be this way.

“Two can play at that game,” Jungwoo quirks an eyebrow up. Jungkook’s body tightens when
Jungwoo’s pheromones become stronger, filling the air with the smell of coffee.

“It’s not a game,” Jungkook glares at him. “Only you take pleasure in fucking with Jimin’s head.”

Jungwoo’s posture completely changes. His eyes darken and his closed fists fall to his sides.
His scent becomes sharper, more menacing. He looks like he’s two seconds away from jumping
at Jungkook’s throat. Jungkook’s own anger is bubbling in his chest. Jimin said to play nice but
he can’t help it, he just hates the guy.

“Don’t talk about something you know nothing about,” Jungwoo grunts out.

“I know enough.”

“There’s always two sides to a story.”

“That’s what guilty people always say,” Jungkook chuckles darkly.

Jungwoo takes two steps towards Jungkook but stops in his tracks when a peachy scent fills the
room. It’s quickly followed by Jimin’s flowery scent. Jungkook uncrosses his arms and clears his
throat. Jungwoo is still glaring at him.

“How about you take your daughter and leave?” Jungkook says.
“You don’t tell me what to do.”

“Seriously?” Jimin sighs. “I said play nice,” he walks up to Jungwoo and hands him Haewon’s
bag. Jungwoo doesn’t take it. “That’s enough.”

“This kid is getting way too comfortable,” Jungwoo glares at Jimin now and Jungkook takes a
step forward, closing his fists. His alpha is on edge. “When are you gonna tell him you don’t give
a shit about him? You’re just lonely.”

“Can we not do this now?” Jimin sounds so calm it’s almost scary. His scent betrays his anger
though. “Haewon, baby, are you ready to leave?” he turns to Haewon who looks distraught. She
walks up to Jimin and hides her face in his side, wrapping her arms around his waist. Jimin
glares at Jungwoo and Jungkook.

“Stop talking like you know him,” Jungkook can’t help himself. He hates how Jungwoo speaks to
Jimin. Jungkook knows he shouldn’t do this now but his alpha can’t just stand here and say
nothing.

“I know him a lot more than you do, kid,” Jungwoo snorts. “I’ve known him for 9 years. You’ve
been here for 2 days and you think _you_ know him?”

“You’re a prick, that’s what I think,” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“That’s enough!” Jimin says, taking Haewon in his arms. She’s looking at her dad and Jungkook
with wide eyes.

“You think you’re what?” Jungwoo chuckles. “His knight in shining armor? You’re nothing but a
new toy.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Jungkook takes strides towards him, until only a few inches separate their
faces. The apartment stinks of alpha pheromones, completely erasing Jimin and Haewon’s
scents.

“Jungkook, stop it!” Jimin exclaims.

“I think you’re just fucking jealous!” Jungkook smirks. “I think you realized years ago that you
made the biggest mistake of your life when you let him go. You know that he’ll never take your
sorry ass back and it fucking kills you, doesn’t it?”

“I said stop!” Jimin yells, pushing them away from each other. Haewon is standing on the side.
Jungwoo’s murderous look tells Jungkook he hit a nerve and that gives him some weird
satisfaction. “You!” Jimin points at Jungkook, looking infuriated. Jungkook has half a mind to
look afraid. “You stop talking!”
“You!” he points at Jungwoo. “You don’t leave with our daughter until you’ve calmed down and
you better do it quick!” Jungwoo is still glaring at Jungkook. “Go away,” Jimin tells Jungkook.

“What?” Jungkook frowns.

“Go away! Go in the bedroom, the bathroom, I don’t care but just leave us alone.”

“But--,” Jungkook wants to protest but Jimin cuts him.

“Jungkook, you’re already in trouble so you better listen to me before I kick you out of this
apartment,” Jimin warns him. He looks furious and Jungkook finally realizes how much he
fucked up.

He scoffs, glaring at Jungwoo who’s smirking at him. Jungkook wants to break his face. He
turns around and slams the bedroom door behind him. He knows it makes him look like a
teenager but he doesn’t care. He paces around the room to calm himself down but it doesn’t
work.

He’s hurt, he’s angry and his alpha just hates the idea of Jimin being alone with that asshole.
There’s probably some jealousy there, Jungkook isn’t sure, he can’t put words on how he feels.
He just doesn’t want Jimin to be with that other alpha. It would be a lot easier if Jungwoo was
just a random alpha, a nobody, but he’s Haewon’s father. He gave Jimin a pup and Jungkook
hates that.

Most of the time, Jungkook doesn’t think about it, he understands his jealousy is misplaced but
right now he’s furious and his alpha is begging to be let out. Jungkook hasn’t felt this uneasy in
so long. His father’s words keep replaying in his head.

_“You should always have control over your feelings, otherwise you’ll do things you’ll regret.”_

And Jungkook did just that.

He knows what he did is going to bite him in the ass but he couldn’t help it. Jimin is smart, he’ll
understand, right?

Irrational fear joins Jungkook’s anger, clawing at his brain.

Jimin said he was in trouble. Jungwoo said Jungkook’s just a toy. Did Jungkook fuck up so bad
that Jimin is going to throw away his toy?

Jungkook sits on the edge of the bed and lets his head fall into his hands. He takes deep
inhales before exhaling slowly. His blood is boiling, he hates not knowing what’s going on on the
other side of the door. His alpha is telling him one thing and his heart is telling him another.

Breath in. Is he a toy?

Breath out. No, Jimin cares about him.

Breath in. Is Jimin going to leave him?

Breath out. No, Jimin _cares_ about him.

Jungkook slides down to the floor and rests his head against the edge of the bed. He hugs his
knees to his chest and waits.

It’s stupid. Why would he start doubting himself now? Jimin wouldn’t leave him over this, would
he? Jimin does tend to flee when conflict arises but he wouldn’t flee from Jungkook. Right?

He hates the fact that Jimin told _him_ to leave. To leave _them_ alone. It makes Jungkook
feel like he’s an intruder, like he’s not supposed to be here, when all he did was defend Jimin.

It feels like he waits forever.

The more he waits the more anxious he gets. He’s alone and his brain is filled with stupid
thoughts. His alpha is rowdy, begging Jungkook to stand up and to make Jungwoo leave. He
doesn’t want him anywhere near _his_ omega.

His dad would be disappointed in him for losing control.

Jimin definitely is -- it was clear in the way he looked at Jungkook.

Jungkook’s head shoots up when the door finally opens. He doesn’t know how long it’s been but
as soon as he sees Jimin’s face, the irrational fear of losing him intensifies. Jungkook stands up
slowly. His legs feel weak under the pressure of Jimin’s intense gaze. His stomach is in knots,
he almost feels nauseous and his hands are clammy. He needs to calm down and Jimin is the
only one that can do that. He needs Jimin but Jimin is angry at him.

Jungkook takes a tentative step towards him. Jimin doesn’t flinch or try to move away. Jungkook
takes another step. Jimin sighs but he doesn’t stop him. Jungkook approaches him like he’s a
wild animal. Jungkook sweetens his scent and if he was in his alpha form, his tail would be in
between his legs right now.

Up close, Jimin’s scent is sharp. He smells and looks angry but he lets Jungkook come closer
anyway. Jungkook stops a few inches in front of him and looks down. He needs to ask for his
omega’s forgiveness. He needs Jimin to let him show him he’s sorry or he feels like he’s going
to die.

Jimin watches his every move with cold eyes but his scent betrays him. It’s slowly sweetening.
It’s a sliver of hope and Jungkook’s alpha latches onto it.

Jungkook nuzzles Jimin’s cheek and whines in the back of his throat. He releases pheromones,
not the ones he usually uses when he wants to attract Jimin’s omega, but the ones alphas use
to ask for forgiveness. It’s a type of submission that alphas only show to their mate. The type of
submission they would never show to another alpha.

Jungkook brushes his cheek against Jimin’s and starts purring. Jimin lets out a shaky breath,
the tip of his fingers coming up to brush Jungkook’s arm. Jungkook shivers at the touch. His
body is burning with the need to wrap Jimin in his arms but he can’t. Jimin hasn’t given him
permission.

Jungkook brushes his lips against Jimin’s jaw, taking in big gulps of his scent. In this moment,
his brain only knows Jimin. He wants the anger to leave Jimin’s scent but it’s still there. No
matter what Jungkook does it’s still there and his alpha is getting desperate.

Jungkook’s purring intensifies, and he can’t stop the soft whines from coming out of his mouth.
He buries his face in Jimin’s neck and leaves a gentle kiss on his scent gland. He has to close
his fists to stop himself from touching Jimin.

Jimin’s breathing quickens but Jungkook can’t tell if it’s because he’s getting angrier or if he’s
just overwhelmed. It might be a little bit of both.

Jimin slides the tip of his fingers up Jungkook’s arm all the way to his neck. Jungkook trembles
at the touch. He lets out a sad whine when Jimin pushes his head away. His eyes look more
gentle when he stares at Jungkook this time.

“Please,” Jungkook whispers. Jimin didn’t accept his apology. His omega didn’t scent him back.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side to expose his neck. It’s such a submissive thing to do but
Jungkook’s alpha is desperate.

Jimin’s eyes fall to his neck and he bites on his bottom lip. “We should talk,” he whispers.

“Jimin,” Jungkook whines. He can’t stop the way his hands grip Jimin’s shirt. His heart is so
close to break. He knows he’s going to lose his mind if Jimin doesn’t scent him back.

“I’ll scent you,” Jimin says, brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s scent gland. Jungkook closes
his eyes and lets out a sigh of relief. “But we still need to talk.”

Jimin latches his lips onto Jungkook’s scent gland and Jungkook shivers, wrapping his arms
around Jimin’s waist. Jimin buries his hand in Jungkook’s hair and tilts his head back. He licks
over Jungkook’s scent gland and Jungkook’s surprised to find a hint of arousal in Jimin’s scent.
He lets out a low growl that breaks into a whine when Jimin bites his neck.

It’s a warning. Jungkook shouldn’t get too cocky.

Jimin leaves a soft kiss on the indent that his teeth left behind on Jungkook’s skin, before
nuzzling the underside of his jaw. Jungkook’s still purring and he hugs Jimin tighter. The feeling
of Jimin’s body against his helps to tame the fire inside of Jungkook’s chest. He slowly relaxes
against Jimin the more Jimin scents him.

Jimin rubs their cheeks together, scratching the back of Jungkook’s head. He leaves one last
kiss on his cheek before pulling away. Jungkook has a hard time letting him go but eventually he
does.

“Living room,” Jimin says before walking away.

The scenting soothed Jungkook’s alpha but he knows Jimin only did it for his sanity. Jungkook
clears his throat. He’s never had to ask for forgiveness like this and he feels kind of hazy. He
feels calmer, he doesn’t feel like he’s on the verge of ripping his own hair out anymore.

When Jungkook walks into the living room, Jimin is leaning against the back of the couch,
looking down at the floor. He looks up when Jungkook stops in front of him.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he says. The coldness in his voice is back.

“I can’t control it,” Jungkook’s alpha has stepped down and it’s only him talking. He feels a lot
less fragile when he has control over himself. “I hate the way he talks to you.”

“It was out of line, Jungkook,” Jimin shakes his head. “Haewon was right there.”

“Look,” Jungkook licks his lips, “you don’t understand how it feels when he’s there. When he
says those things about you.”

“I do understand,” Jimin crosses his arms over his chest. “I just don’t want you to do that shit in
front of Haewon.”

“She’s smarter than you think, Jimin. She understands what’s going on.”

Jimin scoffs, “I know exactly what my daughter’s like. You don’t get to act like you know better
and you don’t get to speak in her place either.”

“That’s not--,” Jungkook sighs.

“I’m the one raising her,” Jimin continues. “If I tell you not to fight with her dad when she’s
around, you listen to me. If you can’t do that then...”

Jungkook bites on his bottom lip. The more he talks the worse it gets and he knows that Jimin is
right, he knows that he’s totally out of line. Maybe, Jungwoo was right when he said he was
getting too comfortable.

He’s just so angry. He feels like Jimin is misunderstanding everything he’s saying, and he can’t
seem to properly express how he feels.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I shouldn’t have said that. I still can’t promise you that I won’t lose my
temper again, though,” he shakes his head. “I hate him, I really do.”

“Then you better start working on your temper, Jungkook. I’m not your mom, I can’t teach you
how to be civil, it’s something you should already know how to do,” he sighs. “If I can do it,
surely you can as well.”

Jungkook slides his hands over his face and groans. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Fine,” Jimin shakes his head and heads to the entryway.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook’s eyes widen when he starts putting his shoes on. “Are you
leaving?” Panic spreads in his chest. His alpha is angry again but this time he’s angry at
Jungkook.

“I’m going to Taehyung’s,” Jimin says. He grabs his jacket and puts it on.

“You can’t leave like that,” Jungkook walks up to him. “We’re still talking.”

“You just said that you don’t know what to tell me,” Jimin quirks an eyebrow up.

“Still, you can’t leave while we’re,” Jungkook gestures between them, “I don’t know, arguing?”

“Look,” Jimin buries his hands in the pockets of his jacket, “I think we both need time to cool off.
We aren’t understanding each other right now. We’ll talk when I come back, alright?”

“I…,” Jungkook sighs, letting his arms fall to his sides in defeat, “I don’t know. I’ve never done
this before.”

“You’ve never had an argument?” Jimin frowns.

“Not with my boyfriend, no.”

“Well,” Jimin scratches his temple, “I doubt it will be the last.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay and talk it out?” Jungkook says. His anxiety is replaced with
relief. Jimin is mad but he’s still willing to work things out. Jungkook hates the little voice in his
head. The one that kept repeating _“he’s going to leave you”_ over and over again.

“Are you sure you’re ready to hear me out? Actually hear me out?”

“I am hearing you out,” Jungkook mumbles, a small pout on his face.

“No you’re not, baby,” Jimin cups Jungkook’s face and Jungkook closes his eyes. “Just enjoy
your alone time and when I come back we’ll talk.”

Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist and brings their foreheads together. “You’re mad
at me?” he whispers.

“Yes, I am,” Jimin rubs his thumb over Jungkook’s cheek.

“I’m mad at myself, too.”

“Are you mad at me?” Jimin bumps their noses together. It makes Jungkook smile.

“A little bit.”

“Fair enough,” Jimin pecks him on the lips. “I’ll go, now,” he pulls back and Jungkook lets out a
disappointed sigh. Jimin opens the door but Jungkook stops him before he can leave.

“Jimin,” he says. Jimin turns around. “Thank you,” Jungkook smiles, “for checking up on Tae.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” Jungkook repeats the words Jimin whispered to him in the early hours of the
morning. “It means the world to me.”

Jimin smiles at him before nodding. Then he leaves and Jungkook’s left all alone in another
apartment that doesn’t belong to him.

At least, _he_ belongs here.

…………&…………
When Jimin arrives at Taehyung’s apartment building, he’s still shaken up from his fight with
Jungkook.

He tried not to show how overwhelmed he felt because he could tell Jungkook was feeling way
worse. It felt like one wrong word could break him and Jimin never wants to hurt him like that.
No matter how mad he is.

Jimin turns the ignition off and throws his head back on the seat. He closes his eyes and lets out
a heavy sigh. He needs to stop thinking about what happened and focus on something else
because he’s supposed to be cooling off.

“Stupid alphas,” he whispers before getting out of his car.

He enters the building using the code Jungkook gave him and does the same to enter
Taehyung’s apartment.

He’s met with a strong smell of vanilla, filled with arousal and desperation. The apartment hasn’t
changed since the last time he came which means Taehyung probably didn’t leave his room
much.

“Taehyung?” Jimin calls as he takes his shoes off. “It’s Jimin!” he walks to the single bedroom
and knocks on the door. “Are you okay? Can I come in?”

Jimin can hear a muffled whine, the rustling of sheets and a few seconds later the door opens,
with only Taehyung’s head peeking out. He looks like a mess. His hair is stuck to his sweaty
forehead, his lips are chapped and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

“What are you doing here?” Taehyung croaks out. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair which
only makes it messier.

“Jungkook asked me to check up on you,” Jimin gives him a soft smile. “Have you eaten?”

“Not much.”

“Drink?” Taehyung shakes his head. “Shower?” He shakes his head again. Jimin sighs. “Alright,
how about we start by cleaning you up first? Are you lucid enough for that?”

“Yes,” Taehyung mumbles. He keeps throwing glances over Jimin’s shoulder, hiding his body
behind the door.
“It’s just me, here,” Jimin smiles. “No alphas.”

“Okay,” he breathes out. “I’m not very presentable, I don’t know…,” he clears his throat.

“Oh, um,” Jimin looks around, in search of something to cover up Taehyung’s body. He opens
the bathroom door and finds a bathrobe. He takes it and hands it to Taehyung.

“Thank you,” Taehyung smiles at him. He closes the door to put it on and when he comes out
Jimin scrunches his nose up. The room smells like heat. Sweat, slick and cum. It doesn’t
necessarily smell bad because it mostly smells like vanilla but it’s still overwhelming.

Taehyung looks exhausted and like he’s seconds away from passing out. Heats are hard on
omegas when they’re unmated or when they don’t have an alpha to help them. Taehyung is on
his second day which is still pretty early.

“Wait,” Jimin says. He wraps an arm around Taehyung’s waist and guides him to his living room
couch. “You sit here, I’m gonna run you a bath okay?”

“Oh, you don’t have to,” Taehyung shakes his head. He tries to stand up but Jimin stops him. “I
can shower, Jimin.”

“Can you shower without falling over?” Jimin quirks an eyebrow up. Taehyung bites on his
bottom lip before letting out a defeated sigh. “Exactly. Just wait here.”

He gives him a soft smile before going to the bathroom. It takes him a few minutes to find the
perfect temperature. He even finds a strawberry scented bath bomb that he drops in the water.
When the bath is ready he goes back to Taehyung who’s dozing off on the couch. He kneels in
between his legs.

“Hey,” he whispers. Taehyung shoots up, blinking at Jimin. “It’s ready. Come with me.”

He helps Taehyung to the bathroom and turns around when he has to take his bathrobe off. He
turns back around when Taehyung tells him he can. He decides to kneel by the edge of the
bathtub.

Taehyung sighs in relief once he’s comfortably settled, ”Thank you. Feels like heaven.”

“I bet,” Jimin chuckles. “How are you holding up?”

“Not gonna lie, this one is pretty rough,” Taehyung gives him a forced smile.

“How come?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “It might be because I can still smell Jungkook’s scent in the
apartment.” Jimin hums. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want Jungkook to come anywhere near
me in this context but the fact that it smells like alpha just confuses my omega, you know?”

“I know,” Jimin nods. “Do you have the right toys?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Taehyung sighs. “I have toys, snacks and water but I’m so out of it that I can
barely think.”

“I’ll cook you something.”

“You don’t have to. You’re doing too much already.”

“I haven’t done anything,” Jimin chuckles. “Plus, I need the distraction,” he brushes a hand
through his hair and sighs.

“What do you mean?” Taehyung looks intrigued.

“Nothing, nothing,” Jimin shakes his head. “I’m here to take care of you, not to bother you with
my problems,” he stands up.

“No wait,” Taehyung wraps his hand around Jimin’s wrist to stop him. “I need the distraction too.
I haven’t talked or seen anyone in two days,” he smiles. “Tell me.”

Jimin chews on his bottom lip, weighing the pros and cons of complaining about Jungkook to
Jungkook’s best friend. He doesn’t want to put Taehyung in an uncomfortable position, but
maybe Taehyung is the best person to talk to when it comes to Jungkook.

Jimin sits on the floor, leans against the wall and sighs.

“That bad?” Taehyung jokes.

“It’s not bad, it’s just complicated.”

“And I’m guessing it involves Jungkook.”

“How did you guess?” Jimin smiles. Taehyung chuckles. “Yeah, it does. We had a fight before I
came here.”

“First fight?”

“I guess,” Jimin shrugs. “First fight as a couple at least.”

“What did he do?”

“Why do you assume he’s the one who did something?” Jimin plays with the holes in his jeans.

“Am I wrong?” Taehyung smirks.

“Not entirely,” Jimin laughs. “My ex came over,” he swallows. “Haewon’s dad. Jungkook and him
fought in front of her.”

“Physically?” Taehyung’s eyes widen.

“No, no!” Jimin shakes his head. “They had an argument, but if I didn’t stop them I’m sure it
would have gotten physical.”

“Knowing Jungkook he did it to defend you?”

“Yeah,” Jimin whispers. Deep down he appreciates that Jungkook defended him and if it was in
any other circumstances he wouldn’t be mad at him but the fact that it happened in front of
Haewon is something Jimin can’t accept. “He thinks I don’t understand why he got angry at
Jungwoo.”

“Your ex?”

“Yeah,” Jimin nods, “and Jungkook doesn’t understand why I got mad at him for defending me. I
told him I just don’t want him to do that in front of Haewon, but he was angry and I was angry.
We couldn’t communicate,” he sighs. “So, I left.”

“That’s so mature of you,” Taehyung laughs. Jimin looks up at him with curious eyes. “If I were
you I would have probably yelled at him and told him to go to hell or something.”

“Really?” Jimin laughs. “Even if he’s your best friend?”

“He’s like a little brother to me. We argue over stupid things but we make up very quickly. Once,
when he was 15 and I was 17, we even got into an actual fight,” Taehyung smiles and rolls his
eyes. “My mom had to separate us.”

“What did you fight about?” Jimin gasps.

“Something stupid,” Taehyung groans. He slides his fingers over the water to create random
shapes. “Well, not stupid, because it hurt his feelings. I was stupid. We were supposed to meet
up to play video games but I was two hours late because I was at this guy’s party and ended up
making out with a guy that I’d been crushing on for like 2 years. I forgot to text Jungkook and he
was furious. Rightfully so,” shame is written all over his face.
“Happens to the best of us,” Jimin tries to joke.

“Yeah,” Taehyung chuckles, “but still, I felt so bad. I felt even worse after we fought because I
shouldn’t have lost my cool when I was in the wrong.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Taehyung smiles. “We made up the next day.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, we both apologized and ended up spending the whole day together to make up for the
night before. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he’s like a puppy, he’s easily pleased. You just
have to give him attention and he’s fine,” Taehyung laughs.

“I’ve noticed,” Jimin joins him. “It’s cute. We’re very similar in that way.”

“I know, that’s why you’re always attached at the hip.”

“He’s a great boyfriend,” Jimin sighs, resting his head on the wall. “He’s so good to me. I feel
bad for being angry at him but, no matter how much I care about him, Haewon’s well being is
always going to be my first priority.”

“He knows that,” Taehyung looks at Jimin with sincere eyes. “He doesn’t like you any less for it.”

“It’s so hard for me,” Jimin clears his throat. “I have to divide my attention between my boyfriend
and my daughter, and I don’t want either of them to feel left out. I have to build my relationship
with Jungkook and raise my daughter at the same time and finding the right balance is difficult.”

Jimin squeezes his eyes shut and sighs heavily. He hasn’t told anyone this before, not even to
his own best friends. He doesn’t know why he’s telling Taehyung when they don’t even know
each other that well. There’s just something about Taehyung that makes him feel safe. The
omega seems like a non judgmental person and he doesn’t have anyone like that in his life.

Jimin has so many fears that he doesn’t know how to put into words. Things that he should
probably talk to Jungkook about, but he doesn’t want to feel like a burden. Jungkook isn’t Jimin’s
therapist, no matter how supportive he is. Jimin can’t just put all of his insecurities on Jungkook.
It’s something he has to deal with on his own.

He’s happy. He’s never been this happy.

He just wants Jungkook to feel the same way.

His fears lie in the fact that he’s not sure he’s doing a good enough job at making him happy.

“Jungkook is amazing,” Jimin whispers, looking at Taehyung. “He’s trying so hard. I don’t like
being angry at him because I don’t want to be too hard on him,” he looks down, playing with his
fingers. “But what am I supposed to do when my frustrations are justified?”

“Jungkook is…,” Taehyung sighs, scratching the back of his head. “He’ll surprise you. He’s good
at making you believe he’s an open book, but the truth is that no one really knows him. He
doesn’t let people in that easy, he chooses what he wants to show you. He’s not as strong as he
lets it seem,” Taehyung and Jimin’s eyes meet. Jimin is hanging onto every word Taehyung
says. “But he’s also stronger that he lets it seem. He’s vulnerable in many ways but he can take
whatever you throw at him if it comes from a good place.”

“He’s smart,” Jimin whispers.

“So smart,” Taehyung smiles. “He’s very emotionally intelligent and he’s very understanding. He
was angry at you and probably scared that he made you angry, but I’m sure he understands
where you’re coming from. He understands that Haewon comes first and he would never blame
you for it.”

“I just have to give him time to process things,” Jimin continues.

“Exactly,” Taehyung nods. “And don’t underestimate him. Never underestimate him. He hates
not being taken seriously.”

“I’ve brought up his age so many times when we talked about serious things,” Jimin licks his
lips. “Before we got together. I didn’t think it could hurt him but I get it now. I get how that must
have made him feel like I didn’t take him seriously, and,” Jimin sighs, burying his face into his
hands, “I even believed it at one point. You know,” he looks up at Taehyung and smiles bitterly,
“what would a 21 year old know about raising a kid and relationships? That’s what I thought.”

“Of course, you did,” Taehyung gives him a reassuring smile. “He doesn’t,” he shrugs. “He
doesn’t know anything about those things. It doesn’t mean he’s not going to try.”

“He’s doing well,” Jimin smiles. “With Haewon, with me. He’s doing better than I ever did at his
age.”

“That’s not true,” Taehyung reaches for Jimin’s hand. He squeezes it. “You’ve done well. You’ve
raised a kid mostly on your own and you survived a very ugly breakup. You’ve been through
some shit,” Taehyung chuckles and Jimin does too, “but you’re strong as hell. Look at you now,”
he smiles, rubbing a thumb over the back of Jimin’s hand, “you’ve got a hot alpha boyfriend who
likes you more than anything and you’re living your best life. So, screw that Jungwoo guy and
screw the dumb voices in your head because at the end of the day, you’re happy and you have
good people around you. It’s all that matters.”

Jimin’s eyes sting but he feels like crying happy tears for once. He beams at Taehyung and
intertwines their fingers. Jimin doesn’t know what he did to deserve people like Jungkook and
Taehyung but karma probably has a lot to do with it.

“You’re right,” Jimin says.

“I always am,” Taehyung winks. It makes Jimin laugh. “Now, no offense but I really need to take
care of my business so if you could give me some privacy?”

Jimin’s eyes widen and he finally registers the way Taehyung’s scent has gone sweeter. He’s
started sweating again and his face is contorting in pain. Jimin feels bad for not noticing before.
He lets go of Taehyung’s hand and stands up.

“I’m sorry. Do you…,” Jimin gestures towards him, “do you need any help?” Taehyung frowns at
him.

“Well, unless you wanna get balls deep inside of him, I don’t think you can do much,” Taehyung
grunts out, a teasing smile on his face. “I also don’t think Jungkook would like that very much.”

“No,” Jimin nods, “no, he wouldn’t.”

“Then,” Taehyung points at the door.

“Right, right, sorry, I’m leaving now,” he walks out. “I’ll cook you something in the meantime!” he
yells once he closes the door but he doesn’t get a reply.

Jimin manages to find the right ingredients to make kimchi fried rice for the both of them. It only
takes him twenty minutes to finish and then he’s left sitting at the dining table with two plates in
front of him. He puts his earphones on and watches Youtube videos to give Taehyung some
privacy.

Jimin only has to wait for ten more minutes before Taehyung comes out of the bathroom. He
smells like vanilla and strawberry and he looks a little more relaxed than he did when Jimin
arrived. Jimin takes his earphones out and puts his phone on the table.

“Smells good,” Taehyung says, smiling at Jimin. “I’m impressed,” he points at the plates. “I’m not
much of a cook, I could never have made that on my own.”

“It’s nothing,” Jimin shakes his head and stands up. “Let’s sit on the couch, it’ll be more
comfortable for you.”
He doesn’t leave Taehyung a choice, taking their plates and chopsticks and heading to the
couch first. Taehyung doesn’t protest and thanks him when Jimin hands him his food.

“Eat up,” Jimin says.

“So good,” Taehyung mumbles around the food in his mouth. “Jungkook’s lucky.”

“I’m teaching him how to cook.”

“How’s he doing?”

“Good,” Jimin smiles. “He’s a fast learner.”

“Always has been,” Taehyung chuckles. “The boy can do anything he sets his mind to.”

“I find that very attractive, not gonna lie,” Jimin confesses cheekily.

“Determination is sexy,” Taehyung nods. Jimin laughs.

“What about you?”

“Hm?” Taehyung looks at him curiously. His cheeks are filled with food and Jimin notices he’s
almost done with his plate already. He decides to save the rest of his food to give to him.

“No boyfriend? Or girlfriend?”

“Ah, no,” Taehyung shakes his head. “I’m too picky.”

“Really?” Jimin frowns. “Not even a potential candidate? Someone you’re talking to.”

“Well,” Taehyung swallows his last bite of food and wipes a hand over his mouth. Jimin hands
him his plate. “You don’t want it?”

“No. Take it,” Jimin smiles at him. Taehyung accepts the plate and Jimin is happy to see him eat
so well.

“The last time someone asked me out was a few months ago. I turned him down.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Taehyung shrugs. “He’s a guy from Jungkook’s frat. We met like once at a party
and I was drunk enough to give him my number apparently. I can barely remember the guy so I
just said no.”

“What’s his name?” Jimin asks. “Don’t tell me it’s Wonho.”

“God, no,” Taehyung makes a disgusted face. “That guy is a dick,” Jimin nods in agreement.
“His name’s Jisoo.”

“Ah, never heard of him,” Jimin scratches his jaw. “You should put yourself out there. A simple
date is harmless. Maybe you would have liked the guy.”

“Hm, maybe,” Taehyung admits. “But a frat boy?” he grimaces. “Not really the type of guys I go
for.”

“Your best friend is literally a frat boy,” Jimin chuckles.

“Was!” Taehyung points out.

“Was,” Jimin smiles. “Well, you know, people can surprise you. Look at me and Jungkook.
Doesn’t seem like we would work on paper, but here we are,” he quirks an eyebrow up. “Going
for that silly frat boy was one of the best decisions of my life.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“Just ask Jungkook to show you who that Jisoo guy is. If you find him cute, then go for it. He
asked you out first, I’m sure he’ll say yes if you ask him.”

“Even if I turned him down?” Taehyung frowns.

“Well, if he really likes you he won’t care that you turned him down.”

“Alphas can be prideful.”

“If he says no then that’s his loss,” Jimin bumps their shoulders together. “You’re hot, you can
have any alpha that you want.”

“You’re right,” Taehyung winks at him and it makes Jimin laugh.

They sit in silence for a little while and Jimin is happy that he gets along so well with Taehyung.
He’s one of the most important people in Jungkook’s life and he really wants Taehyung to like
him. Jimin knows that he’s hurt Jungkook in the past but somehow both Jungkook and
Taehyung seem to have forgiven him. Jimin is impressed by how understanding they both are.

“Hey, Jimin,” Taehyung breaks the silence. His second plate is empty. Jimin looks at him. “Stop
doubting yourself so much, okay?” he gives him a soft smile. “You’re good for Jungkook and
he’s good for you. Trust in him and trust in yourself. It’s okay to fight with him, just don’t push
him away. Let him learn from his mistakes.”

Jimin’s first instinct when someone messes up is to flee or to push them away, especially when
it involves Haewon. He’s a perfectionist and a control freak, he wants things to be perfect, no
bumps in the road, just straight to the point. He knows it’s unrealistic and that his standards are
way too high. For other people and for himself.

He doesn’t want to push Jungkook away, he wants things to work out and the only way it’s
going to is if he talks to Jungkook. He needs to sit him down and express his feelings and that’s
something Jimin isn’t good at.

Jungkook has a lot to learn but so does Jimin.

“Thank you,” Jimin breathes out, smiling at Taehyung. “He’s very lucky to have you.”

“I’m rooting for the boy,” Taehyung chuckles, “and for you two as a couple.”

“We’ll try our best not to disappoint, then,” Jimin winks.

“You’re doing good already, you guys are disgustingly cute.”

“My friends always say that,” Jimin rolls his eyes. “Speaking of,” he points at Taehyung. “We all
had dinner yesterday. Next time you’re invited. You don’t have a choice but to say yes.”

“Fine,” Taehyung laughs. “Okay, yeah, I’d like that.”

“They said they’d love to meet you too,” Jimin beams. “You already know Yoongi hyung.”

“I do,” Taehyung nods. His scent translates how happy the offer makes him feel. “Thanks.”

Jimin gives him a quick smile before standing up. He picks up their plates and takes them to the
kitchen.

“Make sure you drink water, Tae.”

“Yes, mom,” Taehyung jokes. He takes a bottle out of the fridge and downs it.

“Shut up,” Jimin groans, as he starts washing the dishes.

“You don’t have to do this,” Taehyung whines, leaning against the counter next to him.
“Stop saying that, idiot,” Jimin flicks soap at Taehyung’s face. Taehyung swats at his shoulder
and grumbles under his breath. “I came here to take care of you so let me.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung mumbles. “My heat usually lasts 3 to 4 days so I should be good, now.
The last day is always easier so I’ll be able to take care of myself.”

“Good,” Jimin nods. “If you need anything just text me, okay? I’ll come over.”

“I understand why Jungkook fell for you.”

Jimin chuckles, a blush spreading over his cheeks. _Fell for him_. Jimin doesn’t know about
that but the thought sends butterflies to his stomach.

“Exactly, I’m marriage material,” Jimin laughs it off.

“You actually are,” Taehyung chuckles. He pushes away from the counter and sighs. “Okay, I
think I’m gonna go back to my nest. I can feel another wave coming.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jimin nods, “go ahead. I’m gonna finish up here and then I’ll leave.”

“Thanks again, Jimin,” Taehyung hugs him and Jimin smiles. “Make sure to tell Jungkook I miss
him and that he’s an idiot.”

Jimin laughs, throwing his head back. “Alright, I’ll tell him.”

“Drive safely!” Taehyung sing songs before disappearing into his bedroom.

“I will!”

…………&…………

When Jimin comes back to his apartment, he finds Jungkook studying at the kitchen table.
There’s books and notes scattered all over and Jungkook is typing on his laptop. Jungkook’s
head shoots up when he hears the door.

“Hey,” Jimin says as he takes his shoes and jacket off.

“Hey,” Jungkook gives him a tentative smile. He’s playing nervously with a pen and Jimin feels
bad for making him feel like he has to walk on eggshells around him.
The atmosphere is tense, and it’s mostly due to Jungkook not knowing how to act around Jimin.
Jimin is upset about what happened but he doesn’t feel angry anymore. He just wants things to
be okay between him and Jungkook, and most importantly he doesn’t want to hurt Jungkook.

“Come here,” Jimin says, opening his arms. Jungkook lets go of his pen and strides over to
Jimin, wrapping his arms around his neck. Jimin hugs him tight, nuzzling his scent gland and
taking in big inhales. The woodsy scent relaxes him instantly, tension leaving his body. He rubs
his hands up and down Jungkook’s back, and Jungkook kisses his temple. “Taehyung is okay. I
made him eat and drink, and he took a bath. He says this heat is harder than usual but he’s
holding up.”

“Thank you for checking up on him,” Jungkook whispers. Jimin can feel his heart beating
against his chest. It’s racing. “Missed you,” Jungkook mumbles.

“I’ve only been gone for two hours,” Jimin giggles before leaving a kiss on Jungkook’s neck.

“Still.”

Jimin pulls away and cups Jungkook’s face. Jungkook doesn’t look like he’s going to break any
second now, he looks at ease just like he always does when he’s in Jimin’s arms. Jimin kisses
him softly, just a brush of their lips.

“I missed you too,” he whispers, and it’s not a lie. He always misses Jungkook when they’re
apart. Jungkook brings their foreheads together and smiles at him. “Are you okay to talk?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods and kisses the tip of Jimin’s small nose before pulling away.

They head to the living room couch, sitting without leaving any space between their bodies.
Jungkook rests his arm on the back of the couch, body turned towards Jimin, and Jimin folds his
legs under him.

Jimin doesn’t know where to start. He needs to open up for Jungkook to understand why he was
so upset earlier and there’s so much to say about his situation with Jungwoo, and how
Haewon’s relationship with her dad partly depends on how Jimin acts around him.

“Look,” Jungkook starts, when he sees that Jimin is struggling to find the right words. “I’m sorry
for losing my temper in front of Haewon. I’m not sorry for defending you, but,” he sighs, playing
with the hair at the back of Jimin’s head, “you were right when you said I should listen to you
when it comes to the things you don’t want to show Haewon. It wasn’t my place to say what I
said.”

“It’s hard to find the right balance, isn’t it?” Jimin gives him a soft smile. “I know,” Jimin sighs,
licking his lips. “I know you’re trying to find your place in our little family and I know it’s hard to
do that without feeling like you’re,” he gestures vaguely, “I don’t know.”

“Intruding,” Jungkook says. “I don’t wanna feel like I’m intruding.”

“You’re not,” Jimin assures him. “So far you’ve done an amazing job with Haewon, and it really
warms my heart. Earlier, when I got angry at you, I didn’t realize that you didn’t know. I’ve never
told you that I don’t want Haewon to see you or me fight with her dad.”

“Yeah but,” Jungkook shakes his head and looks at the ceiling, “I should have known. You
shouldn’t have to tell me that. It’s common sense.”

“It’s not, though,” Jimin caresses Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook leans into the touch. “I need to
communicate with you more, when it comes to raising Haewon. I mean, she knows you’re here
to stay so eventually you’re going to become some kind of father figure to her. It’s so early on in
our relationship,” Jimin sighs, looking down. “I don’t wanna ask too much of you, but,” he chews
on his bottom lip nervously, “you need to be careful when she’s around. You need to set a good
example, otherwise it’s gonna mess up her perception of things.”

“It’s hard when he talks to you like shit, Jimin,” Jungkook lifts Jimin’s chin up to look into his
eyes. “Do you understand that?”

“I do, Jungkook,” Jimin takes his hand and intertwines their fingers. “But you have to.”

“He’s such a dick,” something dark flashes in Jungkook’s eyes and Jimin can’t help but feel
endeared by his protectiveness.

Jimin doesn’t like talking about Jungwoo because he always feels like he’s going to break down
when he does. There’s so many things he hasn’t told to anyone, not even his closest friends. He
needs Jungkook to understand where he’s coming from, but the thought of talking about it
makes Jimin feel sick. He swallows the lump in his throat and takes a deep breath.

“Jungkook, listen to me,” Jimin clears his throat and the atmosphere around them changes.
Jungkook squeezes Jimin’s hand and his scent becomes sweeter, more calming. “No matter
how much I hate Jungwoo, I’ve always wanted Haewon to have a good relationship with him.
He’s a shitty alpha and he treated me like shit but,” Jimin looks deep into Jungkook’s eyes, “he’s
a good dad. It’d be easier if he wasn’t but he is. He wasn’t very present after Haewon was born
but when she turned 2, he started getting involved. He fought for shared custody and he got it,
and even though it was hard for me to let him see her, he’s never given me another reason to
doubt him with Haewon.”

The first two years after Haewon was born was hell for Jimin.
He doesn’t know how he managed to graduate college while raising his daughter. He could
barely sleep and no matter how much his friends tried to help, they were just as busy as Jimin
was. Jimin had to work two jobs as a dance teacher and a barista at a coffee shop near
university to be able to care for Haewon. He only slept four hours a night, waking up every hour
to feed or change Haewon and Jungwoo wasn’t there to help him. He barely passed his exams
but he did it, and he doesn’t think he’s ever recovered from how exhausting that time was.

The only reason he didn’t have a mental breakdown back then was because of Haewon.
Because no matter how hard it was, not matter how tired he was, every time he looked at her he
felt so much joy. He loves her with every fiber in his being and she’s the sole reason for his
strength.

“I just want to offer Haewon stability. I want her to have me and her dad. I’ve always tried to hide
how much I hate Jungwoo from her. I’ve never told her how he actually treated me and I try not
to talk badly of him when she’s around because I don’t want her to hate her dad,” Jimin sighs
heavily. Jungkook’s looking at him with soft eyes, rubbing his thumb over the back of Jimin’s
hand. “But I know she doesn’t like him,” Jimin’s voice breaks on the words. His eyes start to
sting. “And it breaks my fucking heart.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook brings Jimin to his chest, wrapping his arms around his body. Jimin hugs
Jungkook’s waist and tries to control his breathing.

“The first time she told me, it’s like my whole world crumbled,” Jimin continues with a shaky
voice. His heart feels tight in his chest. “I just didn’t understand why. I don’t understand why,” he
breathes out. He can hear Jungkook’s heartbeat with his cheek buried in his chest like this. He
focuses on the rhythm of it to slow his racing thoughts down, trying to make sense of how he
feels. “I’ve tried so hard you know. I forced myself to portray him as a good guy because she’s a
fucking child, she’s supposed to admire her dad,” Jimin clears his throat when his voice breaks
again. “I just don’t know where I went wrong.”

“You didn’t, baby,” Jungkook says, tangling his fingers in Jimin’s hair. “You didn’t do anything
wrong.”

“I don’t want to be the kind of parent that forces her to like her dad but I also don’t want to be the
guy who tells her her dad is a piece of shit,” Jimin almost starts purring under Jungkook’s
petting. It’s paradoxical, how agitated he feels and how relaxed his body is in Jungkook’s arms.
“And that’s not even entirely true because, yeah, he was a shit boyfriend but he pays child
support every month, he does fun activities with her every time he has her and he’s even saving
money for her to go to college,” he chuckles sadly. “I couldn’t talk shit about him as a dad even if
I tried.”

“I had no idea,” Jungkook whispers.

“I know right?” Jimin pulls back, smiling bitterly. “When you see how Haewon acts around him
you’d think he’s a shit dad.”

Jungwoo is a bad guy in Jimin’s eyes because he hurt him so deeply that he’s still struggling
with the scars he left behind, but realistically speaking Jungwoo isn’t bad. He’s a good lawyer
with a nice apartment, he takes care of his daughter well and has never tried to take her away
from Jimin. He’s always polite, and friendly with everyone except Jimin. They seem to share the
same hatred for each other even though Jimin isn’t sure where Jungwoo’s hatred stems from.

He’s learned to accept it over the years but sometimes, when Jimin thinks about it for a little bit
too long, it hurts.

“At first that’s what I thought, yeah,” Jungkook nods. He strokes Jimin’s cheek gently, looking at
him with the softest eyes. It’s a mile away from how Jungwoo looks at him. “But last night,” he
licks his lips nervously, “when she couldn’t sleep, she told me that her dad wasn’t mean to her
and that she has fun with him. That’s when I found out he treats her well.”

“Then why doesn’t she like him?” Jimin’s eyes start to sting again. He feels like crying because
he’s sad but he’s also frustrated. “What more can Jungwoo and I do? Why does she never want
to go to his house?” he looks at Jungkook like he has all the answers in the world and
sometimes it feels like he does. “I just don’t get it. I try so fucking hard but, it just,” he releases a
defeated sigh and looks down, “it doesn’t work.”

“She said…,” Jungkook fidgets under Jimin’s gaze. He smells nervous, and sad, and that makes
Jimin feel even worse. “She said she feels guilty for liking Jungwoo.”

“What?” Jimin’s body freezes, it feels like someone just poured a bucket of ice over his head. He
did not except Jungkook to say that and he’s not sure he understands why Haewon would say
something like that. “Guilty? Why would she feel guilty?” The lump in Jimin’s throat keeps
getting bigger, and it feels like he can barely breathe. It’s getting harder to keep the tears from
falling.

“She said how can I like someone that my mom hates?,” Jungkook whispers. Jimin’s heart
painfully squeezes in his chest, a sob gets stuck in his throat. “How can I like someone that hurt
my mom?”

Warm tears fall down Jimin’s face. He feels like his world is crumbling all over again. The fact
that he didn’t know about this makes him feel inadequate, like he doesn’t know his own
daughter. He can’t stop the sob that comes out of his lips and he doesn’t have the heart to feel
embarrassed to cry in front of Jungkook.

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers, pain evident in his tone. He brings Jimin to his chest once again,
wrapping his body around Jimin like a shield. Pained whines come out of Jimin’s parted lips and
his tears start to soak Jungkook’s shirt.

Haewon’s dislike for her father is something that Jimin has fought hard to avoid. He never told
her how much her dad hurt him and he always concealed his personal feelings towards her dad,
because she deserves to have two parents and she deserves to get along with the both of them.
That’s what Jimin’s always wanted. For her to feel normal in a dysfunctional family.

He was too focused on himself to notice that she could see right through him and that makes
him sick to his stomach. He’s too self-centered. That’s what Jungwoo always says.

“That’s exactly what I didn’t want to happen,” Jimin says but he’s not even sure Jungkook can
understand a single word with the way he’s crying. “How does she know I hate her dad when
I’ve tried to hide it for so many years?” Jimin gasps in between sobs, burying his face in
Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook leaves a hundred kisses on Jimin’s head, gripping his body to bring
him impossibly closer. The alpha’s scent is a mess of emotions. He mostly smells like
desperation. “Am I that shit of a parent?”

“Hey, baby, no,” Jungkook’s voice sounds so loud over Jimin’s whines. “You’re not. You’re an
amazing parent, are you kidding?” he sounds almost angry, not necessarily at Jimin but at the
whole situation. Jimin hums almost happily when Jungkook starts purring. Jimin can feel the
rumble of his chest against his cheek and the feeling is oddly comforting. “You’ve raised a
smart, sweet and funny girl. Haewon is lovely, and even if her relationship with her dad isn’t
perfect she seems happy,” Jungkook sounds so sure of himself. “She loves you more than
anything and it makes her sad to see you sad but that’s how almost every child feels, isn’t it?”

Jimin doesn’t have the strength to reply. He just sits there, in the warm embrace of Jungkook’s
arms and cries until he doesn’t have any more tears to shed. Jungkook doesn’t stop purring,
and he even manages to control his scent, sweetening it to comfort Jimin’s omega. Jimin feels
sad, angry but he also feels safe in his alpha’s arms.

He hates crying in front of people and most of the time he’s good at controlling himself. Crying
makes him vulnerable, it makes him feel bare and Jimin has built so many layers around his
heart over the years that it’s hard for him to show himself. His true self. To anybody.

He knew that opening up to Jungkook would be hard but he wasn’t on planning on showing this
side of himself to him -- his weak side -- because he hates feeling weak.

But Jungkook’s entire being exudes a sense of security that Jimin’s never found in anyone else.
He does feel embarrassed but it’s not because he feels like Jungkook is judging him, it’s just
that he doesn’t want Jungkook to see him like this. Usually, his first instinct would be to run and
hide, come back like nothing ever happened and like the mask he puts on didn’t crack, but
there’s no running from Jungkook.
Jungkook is his hiding place. When Jimin feels sad, Jungkook’s arms is the place he wants to
run to.

And Jungkook is right here. Solid like a rock, soft like a blanket and the embodiment of Jimin’s
safe place.

“She’s too young to worry about these things, Jungkook,” he whispers. The tears have stopped
falling. Jimin pulls back, lips shaky and eyes puffy. He feels kinda bad when he sees the state of
Jungkook’s shirt, completely soaked with his tears. Jimin runs a hand over the wet spot as if it’ll
help it dry somehow. Jungkook takes his hand and kisses his knuckles. Jimin sniffles, and looks
at him. He melts when Jungkook gives him a soft smile.

“I know, I agree,” Jungkook nods, kissing the back of Jimin’s hand. He intertwines their fingers
and doesn’t take his eyes away from Jimin. Jimin doesn’t even feel embarrassed anymore, he
just feels safe. “But the fact of the matter is that she does worry about these things and I don’t
think that anyone should invalidate her feelings,” he wipes Jimin’s tears away with his thumb
and Jimin closes his eyes, leaning into the warm touch.

“I remember when I was a kid,” Jungkook continues. “My mom always used to tell me “don’t
worry about it, Jungkook-ah. You’ll worry when you’re older” and at the time I didn’t really
understand what she meant but I remember feeling angry when she told me not to worry. It
didn’t make me feel better, it just made me feel like my feelings weren’t important,” Jungkook
says. Warmth spreads inside Jimin’s belly when he realizes Jungkook is opening up to him. It’s
not often he talks about his childhood or his parents. “I’m not saying that’s what you’re doing
with Haewon, baby. I just think that you have to accept that she does worry and that it’s normal
for her to do that because she loves you.”

“Then what should I do?” Jimin runs the tips of his fingers over Jungkook’s forearm, smiling
when it makes goosebumps rise on his skin. “Do you think I should sit her down and talk to
her?”

“You could do that but I don’t think it’ll make her change her mind,” Jungkook plays with Jimin’s
fingers. Jimin throws his legs over Jungkook’s lap and rest his head on his shoulder, sighing
contentedly. “I think that as long as she knows you hate Jungwoo she’ll keep disliking him.”

“God I hate this,” Jimin pouts, looping his arm around Jungkook’s. “I hate not knowing what to
do.”

“I know it might sound crazy but…,” Jungkook hesitates, eyes never leaving their intertwined
hands. Jimin tilts his head to look at him, nose brushing against his neck. “I think maybe you
should have a talk with Jungwoo.”

“About what?”
“Have you guys ever talked about how you feel since you broke up?” Jungkook asks, turning his
head to brush his lips against Jimin’s forehead. If they weren’t having such a serious
conversation, Jimin could fall asleep. He’s starting to get a headache from all the crying. “Did
you ever sit down and actually talk.”

“No,” Jimin mutters.

“He’s never told you how he feels? How he felt back then?”

“He told me he didn’t love me anymore.”

“He told you that back then but 8 years later, do you think he’d say the same thing?”

“What do you mean?” Jimin frowns. He’s confused because what else would Jungwoo say?
There’s nothing to tell other than he fell out of love with Jimin and it took awhile for Jimin to
accept that.

“I really hate the guy,” Jungkook starts, resting his cheek on the top of Jimin’s head. “Trust me,
I’d love nothing more than for him to be completely out of the picture but that’s for selfish
reasons.” Jimin can’t even blame him because that’s how he felt after Haewon was born. “I’m
not a dad, I don’t know how raising a kid works but I understand why you want Haewon to have
both of her parents,” he squeezes Jimin’s hand. Jungkook’s voice is very soothing, enough to
calm the storm inside Jimin’s heart, and Jimin listens intently to what he has to say.

“And she said she dislikes her dad because you guys don’t get along,” Jungkook continues. “So,
maybe the solution to all of this is for you and Jungwoo to actually get along. The only way for
that to happen is for you two to sit down and talk things out. No more bullshit, no more holding
back. You guys need to be truthful and express how you felt back then and how you feel today.
Because I don’t think he realizes how much he hurt you and I don’t think we know how he
actually felt after Haewon was born.”

Taehyung was right when he said Jungkook can surprise people. Jimin knows it because
Jungkook has been nothing but amazing at dealing with Jimin’s insecurities and with the fact
that he has a kid.

But this is almost overwhelming, the way he comes up with a solution that Jimin’s never even
considered before. It sounds so simple when he says it, though Jimin knows it would be harder
for him in practice, but the fact that Jungkook even tries to come up with a solution for Jimin, just
warms his heart.

Jimin has been doing this parenting thing for eight years all on his own. No one to help him
figure out how to deal with certain situations, no one to offer advice and it’s mostly due to the
fact that Jimin doesn’t like asking for help. Not when it comes to Haewon, because she’s his
responsibility.

Jimin is surprised by himself too. By how he easy it is to open up to Jungkook and how he didn’t
think twice before voicing his helplessness. It’s just not something that he does and the fact that
Jungkook is right here, listening to him and actually supporting him in the best way that he can,
just makes something warm and heavy churn in his chest.

“It makes sense,” is all Jimin can come up with because he’s too stunned. He’s tired too. His
eyes sting and his eyelids are heavy.

“Does it?” Jungkook chuckles nervously and it translates his uncertainty. Jimin smiles fondly. It’s
like Taehyung said -- Jungkook doesn’t know how any of this works but he’s still trying to help.

“Yeah, babe, it does,” Jimin leaves a soft kiss on his neck, hugging Jungkook’s arm to his chest.
“I hate talking about what happened though. I know that if I sit down with him and tell him how I
truly feel I’m gonna break down and I don’t want him to see me like that.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want him to think I’m weak.”

“You’re not weak, baby,” Jungkook lets go of Jimin’s hand to squeeze his thigh. “I’ve told you
this before, being vulnerable doesn’t mean you’re weak. I don’t think you realize how strong and
confident you are,” Jungkook says. Jimin hides his smile in the crook of his neck. “You’re not the
Jimin you used to be. You have your whole life figured out now. Haewon is happy and you have
me,” his grip on Jimin’s thigh tighten. Jimin trails soft kisses up Jungkook’s neck all the way to
his jaw. His words are so comforting Jimin feels overwhelmed.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of,” Jungkook continues, “nothing to feel weak about. He
doesn’t have the upper hand or whatever you think he may have. You’ve buried all of these
feelings over the years and you’ve never had the opportunity to let them out. I think that talking
to Jungwoo might help both you and Haewon.”

Jimin hums, lips pressed against Jungkook’s cheek. He turns Jungkook’s face and brushes their
lips together. Jungkook lets him, eyes fluttering shut. Jimin doesn’t have any reason to do this
other than he needs to feel him. Jimin leaves one, two, three soft kisses on Jungkook’s lips
before whispering, “I’m so scared.”

“I know, baby,” Jungkook slides his hand to Jimin’s waist. He brushes their noses together and
rests his forehead against Jimin’s.

“Just the thought of hearing what he has to say terrifies me,” Jimin releases a shaky breath,
hand falling to Jungkook’s neck and thumb brushing over his scent gland. The thought of talking
to Jungwoo makes shivers run down Jimin’s spine -- or maybe it’s Jungkook’s hot breath
against his lips. “What if it breaks me?”

“Then it breaks you,” Jungkook cups his face and looks into Jimin’s eyes. He looks so sincere,
as if it was easy for someone to just break.

“Jungkook,” Jimin can’t look away from him, and he wonders what Jungkook means.

“Everyone is scared of getting hurt, baby,” Jungkook smiles at him, which confuses Jimin even
more, “and everyone does get hurt. It’s inevitable. Sometimes you just have to take a leap, and
if it ends up hurting then it hurts. It hurts but at least you won’t regret not doing anything.”

“I can’t be a spectator of my own life,” Jimin mutters, shivering when Jungkook beams at him.

“Exactly,” Jungkook kisses him, thumb caressing Jimin’s cheek in a soothing motion. Jimin melts
into Jungkook’s touch, heart soaring in his chest. It’s impossible for Jimin not to take Jungkook
seriously when he says things like that. If it was anyone else Jimin would be embarrassed by
the fact that a twenty-one year old is wiser than him, but Jungkook isn’t just anyone. He’s _his_
, and Jimin just feels proud. There’s a hint of something else there that he can’t put his finger on
just yet.

“You really think I’m strong enough for this?” Jimin asks when they break apart, eyes shut and
lips still wet from the kiss.

“What about you? What do you think?”

Jimin is his own worst critic and he can be a pessimist sometimes. The way he views himself is
altered by layers of insecurities and misplaced perfectionism. But, if he really thinks about it, if
he throws all of that baggage away and treats himself with the gentleness he treats others, then
would he think he’s strong?

Jimin graduated from college while taking care of a baby. He recovered from a bad break up
and a pregnancy all on his own. He’s raising a happy and healthy child, and he’s surrounded by
amazing friends. Jimin is kind, caring, and loving. He’s a fully independent omega, who built his
life without the help of any alpha or even his parents. Jimin has numerous qualities and yeah,
he does have a lot of faults too, but everything that makes him him is beautiful. All of his
vulnerabilities, his insecurities, his scars -- none of that has ever stopped him from living his life
to the fullest.

“I am,” Jimin says, straightening up and looking deep into Jungkook’s eyes. “I am strong
enough.”
“You are,” Jungkook grins at him, something so sweet emanating from his scent that makes
Jimin feel dizzy.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” Jimin smiles at him. It feels weird, going from sobbing to feeling so
content and relaxed in his alpha’s arms, but it’s them and Jimin doesn’t regret breaking down in
front of Jungkook. “You’re just…,” Jimin sighs dreamily and he hopes it translates in the way he
looks at Jungkook, “amazing.”

Jungkook caresses his cheek and kisses his forehead, then his nose, then his lips and it makes
Jimin giggle. Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck and sighs into the kiss. His heart is
soaring in his chest and Jimin feels warm all over. He tilts his head to the side and melts into the
soft kiss. It’s very chaste, just a slide of their lips but a pleased moan still escapes Jimin’s
mouth. Jungkook grunts in response, bringing Jimin’s body even closer.

Jimin smiles into the kiss, so much so that they have to break apart. Jungkook chuckles and
bumps their noses together. Jimin can’t help it, he just likes Jungkook too much.

“Thank you for opening up to me,” Jungkook says.

“It’s oddly exhausting but I feel better.”

“I’m sorry for earlier,” Jungkook grimaces. “It won’t happen again.”

“Thank you for defending me.”

“I know you don’t need defending but I-,”

“Everyone does, don’t they?” Jimin brushes Jungkook’s hair back, giving him a cheeky smile.
“That’s what you told me once. That everyone needs protecting once in a while. I didn’t really
believe you when you said it but now I do. I really appreciate it.”

“So, you do listen to me,” Jungkook grins.

“Of course I do,” Jimin nods before kissing him again. “You know you can open up to me too,
right? I know I’m a mess but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me about,” he gestures
vaguely, “literally anything. Taehyung said that you have a hard time doing it too, even if you
pretend like you’re an open book.”

“What other secrets did he reveal, huh?” Jungkook scrunches his nose up in embarrassment
but he’s still smiling.

“Apparently you beat his ass when you were 15,” Jimin raises his eyebrows.
“Oh my god,” Jungkook laughs, hiding his face in the cushions. “Not my proudest moment.”

“Not his either,” Jimin chuckles, petting the back of Jungkook’s head.

They sit in comfortable silence, basking in each other’s embrace, not an inch of space
separating their bodies. Jimin feels lighter than he did when he came back from Taehyung’s.
Jimin is hopeful. Hopeful that his relationship with Jungkook will work out and that they’ll be able
to work through things together, as a team. It’s new to Jimin who’s used to doing everything on
his own but he loves it.

“Come with me,” Jungkook says after a while. “I wanna show you something.”

“Where?” Jimin’s eyebrows furrow and his hold on Jungkook tightens when he starts to pull
away.

“You’ll see,” Jungkook chuckles, gently pushing Jimin’s arms away and standing up. He tugs on
Jimin’s hands to help him stand up.

“I look like a mess Jungkook I can’t go out like this.”

“You look beautiful, baby,” Jungkook kisses his cheek and Jimin keens internally. “Please?”

“Yes, okay,” Jimin stops pouting. He can’t refuse Jungkook anything.

Jimin rearranges his clothes and heads to the entryway to put his shoes and jacket on. He sees
Jungkook rummaging through his camera bag and looks at him curiously. Jungkook takes his
camera out and hangs it around his neck. When their eyes meet, Jungkook gives him a smile.

“We’re going to take pictures?” Jimin asks.

“Maybe,” Jungkook says as he puts his shoes on. “If I find something pretty enough,” he winks
at Jimin.

Jimin swats at his chest for flirting so shamelessly, as if they don’t do it on a regular basis. Jimin
gets flustered sometimes, when Jungkook calls him pretty, just because he likes hearing it so
much.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook says, looking excited. “Follow me, my baby,” he takes Jimin’s hand and
Jimin doesn’t have to think twice.

He’ll follow Jungkook anywhere.

…………&…………

“Wow,” Jimin gasps, hair flowing in the wind. It’s not cold even though they’re nearing the end of
March and even though the air in Seoul isn’t the freshest, Jimin happily breathes it in. “Where
are we?”

“This is…,” Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin’s waist, pressing his chest against his back
and looking out into the city, “my safe place.”

“Your safe place?” Jimin tilts his head to look at Jungkook. Jimin was surprised when Jungkook
took him to an abandoned parking garage, he thought Jungkook was joking at first but then
Jungkook lead him up the never ending stairs until they reached the roof. The view took Jimin’s
breath away.

All he can see are buildings and behind them, the mountains. The roof is empty of anything, it's
just a flat surface of concrete surrounded by concrete railings. They have a 360 view of Seoul
and Jimin’s never seen the city that he loves so much like this before.

Even though the place is not quiet, because the city is always busy, a feeling of serenity filled
Jimin as soon as they reached the top. He gets it. Why Jungkook calls it a safe place.

“Only Taehyung knows about it,” Jungkook mutters in Jimin’s ear. “I’ve never shown anyone
else.”

“Oh,” Jimin breathes out, his heart fluttering in his chest. The importance of the moment finally
hits him. Jungkook is trying to open up to him by showing him his safe place, a place that only
the special people in his life have seen. Taehyung and Jimin.

“I come here every time I feel sad or angry. Sometimes even when I’m happy.”

“What are you feeling right now?”

“A mix of everything,” Jungkook chuckles. “I just wanted to show you.”

“The view is beautiful,” Jimin breathes out. Jungkook pulls back, walking a few feet away from
Jimin.

“Yeah,” he says, smirking. He means Jimin, not the actual view. Jimin smiles and blushes. “Can
I take pictures of you?”
“Oh,” Jimin hesitates because he probably looks horrible right now, with his puffy eyes and
swollen cheeks. But it’s a special moment, or at least Jimin wants it to be special. “Sure. How do
you want me to pose?”

“Don’t,” Jungkook shakes his head, taking his camera in his hands and lifting it closer to his
face. “Just pretend like I’m not here.”

“I want you to be here, though,” Jimin says shyly. He’s leaning against the railing, looking
intently at Jungkook with a pout on his face. He hears the telltale sound of the camera taking a
picture and he frowns at Jungkook.

“Then pretend like I’m not holding a camera,” Jungkook beams, ignoring Jimin’s disapproving
gaze.

“Okay,” Jimin smiles and Jungkook takes another picture. Jimin finds him very attractive in this
moment. He looks very serious and focused, black hair flowing in the wind and rosy cheeks.
Jimin notices that Jungkook’s hair is getting longer and he thinks that it suits him. He turns
around and leans his forearms on the railing, looking straight ahead.

“How did you find this place?” Jimin asks. Jungkook walks to the side so he can take pictures of
Jimin’s profile.

“On my first day of college,” Jungkook doesn’t stop taking pictures as he speaks. “It was the first
time I was away from my parents, in a city that I didn’t know, with people that I didn’t know,”
Jimin looks at him and Jungkook snaps a picture, smiling at the screen when he looks at the
result. “I just felt so nervous that first night, I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take my camera and
walk around Seoul.”

“And you just found this place?”

“Yes,” Jungkook smiles.

“So, your first thought when you saw this abandoned parking garage was to climb up until you
reached the top?” Jimin asks incredulously. Jungkook laughs and nods. “I never would have
even looked twice at this place if I walked past it.”

“I just like abandoned places,” Jungkook shrugs. “It’s always silent. Sometimes eerily so, but this
place,” he looks around with fond eyes, “it’s like finding an isolated island in the middle of a busy
city. Like you said,” he leans against the railing next to Jimin, “no one looks twice at this place.
No one notices it. It’s exactly what I needed,” he smiles at Jimin.

“Why do you like the silence?” Jimin asks. He can’t take his eyes off of Jungkook.
“I don’t really like it,” Jungkook shrugs. “Silence is kinda scary because you’re left with just your
thoughts, nothing to distract you. But sometimes I prefer the silence over crowds and noisy
people.”

“You’re introverted,” Jimin says, looking at Jungkook like he’s the eigth Wonder of the World.

When he first met Jungkook he never would have thought that there was this quiet and soft side
to him, just because Jungkook carried himself with so much confidence. And he is confident but
Jimin realizes now that the cockiness he exudes sometimes is just a mask. He’s just as guarded
as Jimin but unlike Jimin who tends to be cold and closed off to push people away, Jungkook
can be loud and he puts himself out there to hide the fact that socialization makes him anxious.

It’s fascinating to Jimin, the different sides of Jungkook he keeps discovering. There’s probably
a lot he hasn’t seen yet but he wants to. He wants Jungkook to let him in so bad, until Jimin
knows every little quirk and insecurity he may have. And he understands now, why Jungkook
wants him to open up, because he feels the exact same way.

“I guess I am, huh?” Jungkook grins at him.

“You’re…,” Jimin looks at him with shiny eyes, and Jungkook’s beauty takes his breath away.
Jungkook is so many things and Jimin can never find the right words to describe him because
words like “amazing” and “incredible” aren’t enough to encompass just how beautiful of a human
being Jungkook is.

“I am?”

“You’re an enigma, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin smiles, brushing his knuckles over Jungkook’s cheek.
“An enigma that I want to solve so badly.”

“You know a lot more than I usually like to share,” Jungkook takes his hand and kisses the back
of it. “Because you’re special to me.”

Jimin intertwines their fingers together, heart beating loudly in his ears but not in a bad way.
Never in a bad way. Jimin can’t believe how lucky he is to have Jungkook, and for the first time
he does believe that good things come to those who wait.

And god, is Jungkook a good thing. So good. Too good probably, but Jimin isn’t going to turn his
back on it because he deserves good.

For the first time he believes that he deserves good. He deserves Jungkook and he deserves to
be happy.

He feels so many things for the alpha, and sometimes he feels dizzy with it. It’s hard to put
words on something he hasn’t felt in so long but it’s there.

The words are right there, on the tip of his lips.

_I love you._

Notes for the Chapter:

> Fun fact: Jungkook's abandoned parking garage actually exists but in Brussels, Belgium. I
went there a few years ago and felt serene as soon as I reached the top too.
>
> I hope you guys liked this chapter! Please let me know what you think in the comments it
keeps me motivated. Kudos are also appreciated ♥
>
> You can find me on [Twitter](https://twitter.com/kinkmins).

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