Most people learn their status around their fifteenth birthday. Jungkook is eighteen, a freshman in college, and still has no idea.
Taehyung, a beta, assures him that it’s fine, that he’s probably just a little bit late. Even as all of his classmates start learning about their statuses, Jungkook sits in the back of the beta class with the one other late presenter.
He waits for the anti-climatic presentation of a beta, just wanting to wake up one day knowing what he is, or the fiery growth spurt and testosterone rush that presenting as an alpha would give. Or, in what Jungkook thinks might be the worst possibility, the hormones and heat of being an omega.
Not that he has anything against omegas, he just thinks it’d be cooler to be a big, strong alpha who doesn’t have to worry about the stigmas that come with being an omega. The notion that omegas are all weak and delicate is archaic and stupid, but there’s still some people stuck in the old ways. Jungkook just doesn’t want to have to deal with it.
It’s not that bad being unpresented, really. He’s able to laugh at the awkward growth spurt that Namjoon goes through, witness the sudden shift in Seokjin when he presented as an omega. Most importantly, he gets to watch Jimin get taller (not by much, but taller), stronger, lose his baby face. Jungkook smells the shift in him, the slow change from barely-there vanilla to cinnamon and bergamot that clogs Jungkook’s nose every time the older comes too close.
This wouldn’t be as bad as it is except for the fact that Jungkook can’t stop thinking about the alpha. He’s liked Jimin for a long time, but that was while they were best friends and unpresented. Now Jimin is an alpha, and everything has changed. Jungkook can’t ignore the way his heart suddenly starts to beat faster when he’s around.
Things change in their relationship, and Jungkook deals with the change by slowly pushing Jimin away, spending less and less time alone with the alpha. He feels bad because Jimin seems confused and upset as to why Jungkook’s suddenly avoiding him, but he just doesn’t know what else he can do without losing his mind.
Things change even more when Jungkook wakes up one morning, stomach aching. He stumbles into the bathroom and collapses against the wall, wrapping his arms around himself and trying to calm down his frantic breaths. He feels like a part of his body is hollowed out and it hurts.
He finally gives in and calls his mom, trying to explain his symptoms haltingly between bouts of dizziness. She listens quietly for a while, and then congratulates him on presenting as an omega.
“A what?” Jungkook asks, shocked, staring at the wall with wide eyes.
“You’re an omega, honey,” she says. “Do you feel like there’s something missing? It might be uncomfortable for a while as your body adjusts to its new status. I’m so happy for you.”
“An omega?” Jungkook repeats, head spinning. “I’m… an omega?”
His mother sounds like she's smiling. “Yep. Why don’t you get back to bed? I can’t wait to tell your father,” she says. “He’ll be delighted, I’m sure. It’s a little bit of a surprise though,” she continues, “because we thought you might turn out to be an alpha. Since your father and I are both betas, we weren’t completely sure. It seemed like you might follow your brother’s footsteps.”
Jungkook thought he would be an alpha too. But the world decided to prove him wrong, he thinks. “I’m- okay,” he mumbles, stomach still in knots. “I’m gonna go lay down.”
“Sure, honey. And Jungkook?”
“I know this is probably a big surprise, and a lot of things are going to be different from now on. But being an omega isn’t a bad thing. I’m proud of you.”
Jungkook nods mutely, climbing back into his bed and trying to ignore the aching pain.
He skips classes the next day too, trying to come up with what he’s going to tell his friends. He could tell them the truth, but then he thinks about what that could do to his relationship with Jimin.
Jungkook chews on his lip, pacing in front of his closet mirror. He can’t do that. It’s hard enough to be unpresented around Jimin; it’s going to be near impossible to do it as an omega if what Jungkook’s heard is true about hormones and stuff.
The friends that he has won’t treat him that different or anything, he knows that. They’re all good and don’t care about status for the most part, aside from teasing Yoongi about his alpha height and asking to be babied by Seokjin just because. Taehyung won’t be affected at all, and Namjoon is sure to just accept it and move on.
Their groups is made of all statuses, and there’s not problem between the alphas and the omegas; Yoongi isn’t constantly thirsting after Seokjin (which would be weird anyway) and the older isn’t always just begging to get fucked, contrary to how porn paints omegas. And Jimin is probably going to be completely chill about it. It’s not Jimin he’s worried about though. He doesn’t know how he’s supposed to pretend like he’s not suddenly hormonally inclined to be even more attracted to Jimin than he already was when he was unpresented. Even the thought of having to be around the alpha makes him dizzy.
The solution, Jungkook decides, is to lie.
He buys scent blockers, giving the beta working the counter an excuse of needing them for his job. She doesn’t pry, handing him his change.
Jungkook clutches the plastic bag close to his chest, trying to ignore how the alpha sitting next to him on the train is not-so-subtly sniffing the air around him. He wonders what he smells like, if it’s sweet or fruity. He hopes that it’s good, whatever it is.
The next morning he lightly rubs the scentless oil onto his neck and wrists. There’s only one way to see if it works.
It does. His friends congratulate him for presenting as a beta. It all almost works out perfectly until Jimin hugs him and Jungkook gets a noseful of cinnamon and the press of Jimin’s body against his. He quickly pushes the other away, spewing apologies as he backs up, using the beginning of class as an excuse to bolt. Jungkook drops his things in his classroom and then heads immediately to the bathroom, shutting a stall door and leaning against the wall.
Fuck. This is going to be harder than he thought.
By the end of the week Jungkook is exhausted. Trying to stay cool around Jimin is proving harder and harder. It doesn’t help that he’s been having awful mood swings, and he thinks that everyone can tell. He plays it off as stress.
Jimin tentatively asks him if they are still on for their weekend routine, video games and pretending to study. But he doesn’t seem surprised when Jungkook shakes his head. He only looks sad.
“What’s wrong with you,” Taehyung demands to know, following Jungkook towards their apartment complex. “You’ve been acting shitty all week, and it doesn’t seem like it’s just because you presented as a beta. Especially to Jimin. What gives?”
“Nothing,” Jungkook says sourly, biting his cheek and not making eye contact. “Nothing’s wrong. Leave me alone.”
Taehyung frowns. “Fine. Don’t tell me. But you had better fix your attitude by Monday. It’s not cool to just be an asshole for no reason.”
“Fine,” Jungkook bites back, splitting ways to head towards his building. “See you then.”
It’s too warm in his room when he gets to his apartment and he pulls off his jacket and turns the AC on higher in his room.
“Fuck,” he mutters, dropping onto his bed. “This is impossible.”
Jungkook spends the weekend without leaving his room. He feels feverish all weekend, loading up on sleep and distractions. Going back to school sounds like a nightmare.
Monday comes and Jungkook drags himself out of bed, still exhausted and dreading having to wear clothes that aren’t sweatpants and old t-shirts. His body temperature is still running high and hot. It doesn’t help that it’s warm and humid outside, the sun beating down on Jungkook’s back.
He only grunts in response when Taehyung says hello, and the other rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Jungkook feels terrible but can’t muster the energy to do anything about it. He just shrugs and tries to focus on the words on the pages in front of him.
Jimin doesn’t even really try to talk to him aside from the first attempt that Jungkook doesn’t reply to. Jimin sighs. Jungkook shovels rice into his mouth sullenly.
It isn’t until Wednesday that things go very, very wrong. Jungkook diligently keeps up with the pretense of being a beta, making sure to wear his scent blockers every day and tries to convince himself it’s worth it.
His fever doesn’t go down; if anything, it only gets higher and more miserable. He takes freezing cold showers every morning, trying to cool down after sweating through the entire night. Jungkook wonders if he should go to a doctor.
Lunch on Wednesday is when everything goes to shit. None of his friends try to engage Jungkook in conversation, having decided the one sided effort isn’t worth it. The heat is so bad that Jungkook is almost panting, loosening his collar and downing glasses of ice water. His entire body aches, pain ripping through his stomach and torso.
“Jungkook, are you okay?”
Jimin leans into his space and Jungkook groans, leaning over the table. A careful hand lands on his shoulder and all of a sudden everything clicks into place when Jungkook feels something wet and slick leak from him, soaking the back of his underwear.
“Shit, shit, shit,” he curses, shoving Jimin off roughly and pushing back in his chair, knocking it over. “Fuck. Sorry.” Then he runs, almost doubling over with the ache spreading through his limbs. He’s still dripping with slick and Jimin’s scent is still clogging his nose. His cock twitches in his pants and he realizes that he’s just gone into heat. On campus. In front of, and because of, Jimin.
“Jungkook!” Jimin’s voice follows him down the hall, and Jungkook panics.
“Don’t! Don’t, Jimin, please,” he begs, “leave me alone.”
“Jungkook, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” Jimin runs after him around a turn and Jungkook realizes he’s cornered.
“Stop coming closer,” he pants, backing up against the wall, quivering. “Please.”
His hyung stops, eyes full of worry. The smell of cinnamon fills the air between them, stress amplifying Jimin’s scent. Jungkook can’t hold back a desperate moan, whimpering. There’s slick running down his leg and his cock is tenting the front of his pants. Jimin seems to finally take everything in.
“Jungkook,” he asks carefully, “what’s happening?”
“Tell me,” Jimin says firmly, and Jungkook comes on the spot, sliding down the wall and shaking, entire body trembling.
“Fuck,” he whines weakly, cum spurting into his underwear. Jimin’s eyes widen and then he tips his head up, sniffing the air. His gaze turns dark and he takes a slow step forward.
“Jungkook.” His voice drops an octave deeper, and Jungkook shakes his head, gasping for breath.
“Hyung, please.” Jimin doesn’t stop advancing, and Jungkook can feel slick pooling beneath him. “I can’t- I, please, Jimin.” The closer Jimin gets the stronger his smell is, and Jungkook’s head spins and makes him dizzy.
Jimin squats a couple feet in front of him, staring at Jungkook intently. “Jungkook, tell me the truth. Are you really a beta?”
“I’m-” Jungkook gasps, desperately trying to get control of himself. “I-”
“Because you smell like an omega in heat,” Jimin continues, inching closer. “Have you been lying to us?”
Jungkook gives in. “Y-yes. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I’m- yeah, an omega, hyung. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I’m- I need to leave, please, I can’t do this, leave me alone.”
“Why?” Jimin asks, confused. “Why would you lie?”
“I can’t-” Jungkook tries to get out, struggling to think rationally. “I can’t- I’m-” He can’t have this conversation right now; his mind is blank and he doesn’t mean to tilt his head to the side but he does and he doesn’t want anything more than for Jimin to fuck him right now, status be damned. “Not right now, please, Jimin.”
Jimin frowns, thinking, and Jungkook is lightheaded with the heady smell of cinnamon. He whines, fingers twitching, and Jimin’s eyes glaze over, still scenting the air. He crawls closer until he’s inches away from Jungkook and then buries his face into Jungkook’s neck, nose brushing along his skin. Jungkook’s entire body is on fire and he’s drawing in lungfuls of Jimin’s scent, lifting his hands to grasp at his shoulders feebly. He feels empty and hollow and unsatisfied.
“We’ll talk about this later,” Jimin says softly, pulling Jungkook closer, lightly kissing his neck. “Come on. Up.”
Jungkook stands with his help, stumbling and collapsing into Jimin’s arms. He unintentionally jerks forward, jolting at the sensitivity of his cock, already hard again. “Fuck,” he chokes, and Jimin growls quietly.
“You smell so fucking good,” the alpha says, inhaling. “God, Jungkookie.”
“Jimin- hyung, fuck me, please,” Jungkook begs, pressing up against Jimin. “I need- I need it, hyung-”
“Not here, Jungkook,” Jimin says even as he lets Jungkook rut against his hip. He glances around them. The halls are thankfully empty, but Jimin knows that classes are almost over.
“I can’t wait that long,” Jungkook says, groaning. “Hurts, hyung.”
Jimin pauses, looking down at the quivering omega in his arms. “Hurts? Why? You’re in pain?” He brings a hand up to brush Jungkook’s hair off of his forehead.
“‘S so hot,” Jungkook pants, “and I’m so- empty, hyung, please.”
Jimin racks his brain for what he’s learned about omega heats and comes up mostly blank. “Um, okay,” he says, supporting Jungkook, “okay.”
Jungkook feels tears well up in the corners of his eyes. “I’m- if you don’t want me-”
“No, no, no,” Jimin says, clutching him closer. “No, I just have to think. I’m- Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”
“Can’t- can’t wait that long,” Jungkook whines. He’s never been so aroused in his life and his pants are soaked by now, slick sliding down his legs. “Hyung, I need you now.”
Jimin starts pulling Jungkook away, helping him down the stairs. They almost make it to the parking lot before Jungkook stumbles, fingers clutching Jimin’s shirt. “I can’t-” he whimpers, rocking against Jimin’s hip. He tries to catch his breath, only succeeding in filling his senses with the scent of cinnamon. “Oh my god, hyung,” he moans desperately, trying to grab Jimin’s hand and bring it down to his ass. “Hyung- now.”
They make it outside and Jimin drags him into the alley, pushing him against the wall and shoving his hand past the waistband of Jungkook’s pants. “Fine,” he grits out, and Jungkook arches into him at the first touch to his entrance. “You smell so fucking good,” he growls, shoving his thigh between Jungkook’s legs.
“What- what do I smell like,” Jungkook gasps, rubbing his cock against Jimin’s leg, and the alpha leans in, nosing at Jungkook’s neck, biting lightly on the skin just below his scent gland.
“Like oranges,” Jimin decides, inhaling deeply. “And sugar.”
“Ah!” Jungkook shakes and comes again, pushing back against Jimin’s hand until a finger presses against his slick hole, whimpering. “ Hyung-”
“Come on then,” Jimin says, standing him up again. “Let’s go. Before you, um, get bad again.”
Jungkook nods shakily, satiated for the moment. He’s a mess, sweaty and covered in slick and cum that is uncomfortable and gross. Jimin helps him up onto his bike, and Jungkook hopes that they can get to Jimin’s house before he gets that desperate again.
He realizes as soon as Jimin starts the motor that he will have no such luck, the vibrations of the bike immediately making things worse. He doubles forward, forehead thudding against Jimin’s shoulder blade, barely keeping himself from crying out loud. Jimin looks back at him and then turns back to focusing on the road.
“Fuck, Jungkook,” the alpha breathes, “you’re driving me crazy.”
“Sorry,” Jungkook moans, wrapping his arms around Jimin and pressing up against his back. “I’m so sorry, hyung.”
Jimin is tense in front of him, and Jungkook feels the sharp inhale when he clearly feels Jungkook’s cock against him. “It’s- it’s okay,” he says. “We’ll talk about it after. When you feel better.”
Jungkook nods and accidentally shifts back, ass meeting the seat that hums beneath him. “Oh my god-” He’s sure that he’s getting Jimin’s bike messy, slick surely soaked all the way through his pants. “I- hyung, I’m- I need to-” He can’t finish a sentence, dizzy with a mix of pleasure, pain, and heat, but he doesn’t want to ruin anything.
“It’s okay,” Jimin says after a second. “Uh, go… go ahead.”
Jungkook can hear the alpha’s quiet groan when Jungkook comes for the third time, deciding to take the back way to his house, glad that the side streets aren’t busy in the middle of the day. The omega closes his eyes and presses up closer. Jimin carefully fishes his phone out of his pocket, slowing down, and dials the only person he can think of. He hopes Seokjin isn’t in class.
“Seokjin-hyung,” he says, relieved when the older omega answers the phone.
“Hey, Jiminie. What’s up? Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”
Even Jungkook can imagine the lecture Seokjin is about to go off on, but Jimin interrupts him. “Yeah, I am, but, uh, Jungkookie… um, went into heat during lunch.”
“He what?” Seokjin exclaims. “I thought he was a beta.”
“So did I. He lied.”
“I dunno, hyung, but we can talk about that later. What do I do? He uh, says he’s in pain? And keeps,” he trails off, cheeks bright red even though Seokjin can’t see. “Um.”
“Oh,” Seokjin says, “is this his first heat?”
Jungkook nods before Jimin can ask, close enough to hear their conversation. “Yeah,” Jimin answers and Seokjin hums over the line.
“He probably is and it’s probably pretty bad. Have you been paying any attention in your ABO classes?” Jimin mumbles something and the older laughs. “I’ll take that as a no. So you really don’t know anything?”
“Where are you now?”
“I’m taking him back to my house. He’s a wreck and I couldn’t leave him alone. My apartment is closer than his.”
Seokjin hums again. “Okay. Are you prepared to help him? You’ve already probably figured out what he needs. It’s going to be a lot, especially if it’s his first heat and he wasn’t prepared.”
“Jimin,” Seokjin says more seriously. “Are you sure about this? You can find someone else to help. You can’t go back after this.”
“I know,” Jimin says, turning a corner and slowing in front of his building. Jungkook shakes behind him, whining in his ear. “I know. I’ll figure it out after. For now I just want to help him.”
Seokjin tells Jimin some, honestly, very embarrassing and probably too graphic instructions on how to help Jungkook and at one point it sounds like Namjoon is laughing in the background.
“Okay, Jungkookie,” Jimin says, helping him off, wincing at the state of the seat of his bike. “Let’s get you inside, okay?”
Jungkook nods. He yelps when Jimin decides to just pick him up, gathering the omega in his arms and somehow managing to get into his building and up to his apartment. He really, really hopes Taehyung isn’t there, unsure of how to explain suddenly showing up with a clearly-in-heat-and-obviously-not-a-beta Jungkook. Thankfully he is not, and Jimin is able to make it all the way to his bed without dropping Jungkook, setting him down carefully. The omega immediately reaches back for him, eyes teary.
“Wait a second, Jungkookie,” Jimin says, brushing his hair off his forehead. “I’m gonna- um, get you some water. I’ll be right back, okay?” Jungkook weakly tries to tell him not to go but Jimin is already heading to the kitchen. Jungkook reassures himself that it’s only going to be a minute, that Jimin will be right back, but his body refuses to think and he can’t help starting to cry again.
“Hy-hyung,” he moans, rolling over and burying his face into the pillows. Jimin’s scent is infused in every thread, filling Jungkook’s nose and he ruts down against the mattress, sensitive cock rubbing against the mess in his underwear. “Fuck, Jimin-”
Jimin reappears in the doorway and trips over a shoe in his rush to get back to the bed, setting the glass on the side table and climbing up next to Jungkook. “Kookie? Jungkook-ah, talk to me.”
“Want- want you to fuck me,” Jungkook manages, whimpering. “Please, Jiminie, wanna come.”
“Um, okay,” Jimin says, hands tentatively resting on Jungkook’s hips. The contact makes the omega jerk, pushing up and launching himself into Jimin’s arms. The way that he’s acting is embarrassing and he’s sure to regret it but for now all he wants is to stop hurting so much. “Oh-”
It doesn’t look like Jimin is going to act any time soon so Jungkook hooks his fingers in his shorts, pulling them off and not even having the mind to wince at the disgusting state of his underwear.
“Jungkook! Jungkook, wait a second,” Jimin says frantically, and Jungkook whines, feeling slick drip out of his ass.
“I- Jimin-hyung,” Jungkook cries, “do you- do you not want me? It hurts, hyung, I need you, or something, please.”
“No, Jungkook, that’s not-”
“Ah,” the omega sobs, shoving two of his own fingers into his entrance, “it’s so hot, Jimin, I just wanna come.” Jimin’s scent spikes and Jungkook drops his head into the crook of the alpha’s neck. “I’m so sorry, hyung, sorry.” He thrusts his fingers in and out, trying to fill the aching emptiness. Jimin’s hands hesitantly land on his bare skin.
“It’s okay, Jungkook-ah,” he says, voice strained. “I just- it’s okay. I want to help. You just aren’t thinking rationally, Jungkook, think about this.”
“Fuck me then,” Jungkook groans, pushing a third digit into his entrance. “Fuck me open, hyung, want your knot, wanna be filled up.” He brushes against his prostate and comes over Jimin’s lap, moaning against his skin.
“I’m- you don’t know what you’re saying, Jungkook,” Jimin says, panicking. “Just hang on a second. Let me figure something out.”
“I can’t wait,” Jungkook begs. “I need you now, hyung.” He doesn’t stop pumping his fingers, ignoring the cramp in his wrist in favor of trying to relieve some of the pain. His cock twitches pathetically, already filling up again. He just knows that Jimin’s pants are covered in slick and cum, and can feel more tears leak out of his eyes. “Fuck,” he swears, “I’m sorry, hyung.” He’s on fire and everything hurts but Jimin looks so overwhelmed and unsure that Jungkook manages to peel away from him, forcing himself to climb off of Jimin’s lap and backing up against the headboard of the bed. His entrance clenches uselessly, empty, and Jungkook tosses his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m sorry. You- you don’t want this. It’s fine.”
Jimin gulps, watching Jungkook writhe, tossing an arm over his face. “I want to help you, Jungkookie, I just don’t want to… to do something you’ll regret.”
“Ha,” Jungkook laughs breathlessly. “Like I won’t already regret looking like every other omega begging for alpha cock,” he says, panting. His mind is a little bit more clear; clear enough for him to realize he’s making Jimin uncomfortable. “You shouldn’t have brought me here. I- I can figure out a way to get home and deal with this on my own.”
“Jungkook,” Jimin says, alarmed. “You can’t. You’ve never gone through a heat before; you can’t do it alone.”
“I can and will,” Jungkook grits out, struggling to get himself up. “I’m not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to.” A fresh wave of slick slides out of him and he groans, tipping forward and supporting himself on the wall. “It’s fine.”
Jimin lurches off the bed and catches the omega, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him back. “Stop it,” he says firmly, pushing Jungkook onto the bed. “You aren’t going anywhere.”
“Stop.” Jimin surprises himself, voice loud and deep and commanding. Jungkook obeys, shaking, staring at Jimin with wide eyes. “Stop it. You’re going to stay here and let me help you.”
“Jimin,” Jungkook gasps, head spinning. He’s never really heard any alphas use their Voice in person. It’s usually frowned upon for taking the will away from an omega, for making them fully submit. All of his limbs seize up at once, fingers twitching and he can’t move. Jimin sits back on his heels, taking a deep breath and staring down at Jungkook.
“Sorry,” he says. “I- I just need you to listen to me.” Jungkook nods as best as he can, eyes wide. “I don’t want you to leave. I’m gonna help you. I swear.”
Jungkook nods again, letting his head fall back against the pillows and expose his neck. He’s still dizzy from Jimin’s Voice, body refusing to listen to him. He thought he would be scared and nervous but he feels safe, even helpless and half-naked under the gaze of an alpha. Jimin makes him feel safe.
He can’t do anything but watch Jimin slide off the bed, pacing a few steps before opening one of his drawers and digging through it to grab a velvet bag, tossing it onto the mattress next to Jungkook. “I probably don’t need lube, huh,” he mutters to himself, and Jungkook tries to examine the bag without moving his head.
The dildo isn’t particularly big, not even the size of Jungkook’s cock. It’s smooth and slightly curved. Jimin’s mouth twists when he looks at it and then sighs. “Sorry. This is no substitute for a knot. I’ve, uh, never,” he stutters, flushing bright red. “Never needed one. Hopefully this will help though.”
Jungkook realizes with rising dread that Jimin really has no intention of fucking him, and tries not to start crying again. He sniffles. Jimin looks at him with almost pity, and Jungkook feels a tear slip down his cheek.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin says again, resting a hand on Jungkook’s face. “I am. I just…”
Don’t want to fuck you, Jungkook’s mind provides unhelpfully, and even he can tell his scent has soured, sugar going bad. Jimin frowns, dropping the toy to touch Jungkook’s thighs.
“Jungkook,” he says, distressed, and Jungkook blinks at the ceiling, tears rolling down his neck. He shakes his head, heat searing under his skin at Jimin’s touch.
“It's fine,” he manages, pushing into Jimin’s hands. “Fine.” Jimin still seems doubtful but Jungkook finally moves, fingers fumbling for the toy. “Just- here,” he says, shoving it towards Jimin. The alpha hesitantly takes it, and Jungkook almost, almost growls at him to go faster, tired of waiting and wanting.
Jimin jumps and lines it up with Jungkook's entrance without preamble, taking a second to make sure that the toy is covered in slick before pushing it in slowly, watching Jungkook's face.
Jungkook imagines what Jimin's lips feel like; he wants so much to ask if Jimin will kiss him but he doesn't say anything, mind blanking at the first touch of the smooth silicone to his prostate. He had almost forgotten how much he needed to be fucked until the first tentative thrust. He keens, back arching sharply. Jimin sets a steady pace, too slow for Jungkook's liking but he doesn't say anything, too absorbed in trying to soothe the fever. It doesn't take long for him to come again and the floodgates burst.
Three orgasms later Jimin makes sure Jungkook is asleep, grimacing at the mess on his own clothes, his bed, not to mention Jungkook. It seems like the omega is worn out finally. The room stinks of sugary oranges, and Jimin tries to not think about how aroused he is and how exhausting it is to deny a begging omega in heat. He wipes Jungkook clean as best as he can without waking him up and changes into sweatpants.
The whole apartment smells like Jungkook. Jimin groans, running a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he mutters, downing a glass of water. He still hasn’t figured out what he’s going to do. Seokjin told him that heats could be between three and five days; it hasn’t even been a full one yet. He can’t just send Jungkook home because it would be madness to try to transport him anywhere that’s not between the bedroom and the bathroom. Jimin doesn’t have any experience with heats but he can easily guess that sending an omega in heat out into public would be stupid. He drops into a chair at the table and rests his head on the wood.
“Jiminie,” Taehyung calls out, throwing the door open. Jimin jumps, almost falling out of his seat, and darts into the main room.
“Jimin,” Taehyung says, eyes narrowing and sniffing the air, “why does it smell like oranges? Why do you smell so much like oranges?” The beta peers around him to look towards Jimin’s room. “What’s going on?”
“Um,” Jimin stutters, putting his hands up and blocking Taehyung from advancing. “I can explain. Um. Jungkook-”
“Jungkook?” Taehyung interrupts, frowning. “What about him? Did you see him? Did he apologize? Why’d he run out of lunch-”
Jimin takes a deep breath. “He’s an omega.”
“-today,” Taehyung finishes slowly, eyes widening. “He’s a what?”
“He said he’s a beta.”
“I know. He lied. That’s not the problem.”
“What’s the problem?”
“He’s in heat,” Jimin says, sighing. “I guess it’s his first one and it hit him at lunch. He’s here.”
“He’s here?” Taehyung shouts, and Jimin frantically shushes him.
“He’s asleep,” the alpha hisses, tugging Taehyung into the hall. “Don’t wake him up.”
“What happened? Did you fuck him?” Taehyung asks, letting Jimin push him around.
“No,” Jimin answers, running his fingers through his hair again. “I didn’t. Used a toy. He kept asking, but he doesn’t know what he’s saying. He isn’t in his right mind.”
“Oh,” Taehyung says, leaning against the wall. “But you know the heat isn’t going to break until he gets knotted, right?”
“Seokjin told me. I just don’t want to take advantage of him or anything. I don’t know what to do.”
“I don’t know either, Jimin,” Taehyung finally says, “but you’ll have to figure it out soon. Heats only get worse the longer they go on without the omega getting fucked.”
“How do you know so much about this?”
“My dad’s an omega, you idiot,” Taehyung laughs, resting a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. “I’m gonna go in and gather some things. I’ll spend the weekend at Yoongi and Hoseok hyung’s apartment.”
Jimin nods and follows the beta back into his own apartment, wincing at the strong scent that immediately hits his nose. Taehyung sneezes, surprised.
“I didn’t think he would smell like oranges,” he says, striding towards his room, holding his breath as he walks past Jimin’s room.
“Neither did I,” Jimin mutters, watching Taehyung shove things into a duffle bag. “He did a really good job of pretending to be a beta.”
“Yeah, for like a week,” Taehyung snorts, slinging his bag over a shoulder and checking that he has his keys. Jimin holds the front door open for him. “Call me when you two aren’t fucking like rabbits, okay? Only then. And clean your room. Open the windows so this place doesn’t reek when I get back.” His voice softens. “I can’t give you that much advice, but you know you can ask Seokjin-hyung, or Yoongi or Namjoon since they’ve gone through shit like this. Good luck, Jiminie,” he says, and then turns and leaves. Jimin watches him go, sighing again.
He goes back into the living room, plopping onto the couch and closing his eyes. Jimin doesn't know how long he has before Jungkook wakes up and needs help. He sighs, reaching for his phone that he left in his bag on the table in his rush to get Jungkook to his room. There are three unread messages and a call from a spam number. Jimin swipes the notifications away and dials Yoongi.
"Jiminie," the older alpha says, "what's up? What happened today? Why'd you leave so fast?"
Jimin chews on his lip. It's really probably not right that he's telling everyone about Jungkook lying but he doesn't really have any other option. "Jungkook's an omega."
There's rustling on the other side of the line, presumably Yoongi straightening his papers. "He is?"
"Yeah," Jimin says. "He went into heat during our lunch."
"Yeah," Jimin mutters again. "Shit."
"So what?" Jimin sits up, leaning forward.
"What are you doing about it? You were the one who chased after him, and since you aren't here anymore I would guess you either took him to his apartment or to your own."
"He's at mine."
"How's he doing?"
Jimin glances towards his bedroom. "He's asleep."
Yoongi chuckles. "Not what I meant. How many times have you guys fucked?"
"None?" Yoongi repeats in disbelief. "What do you mean 'none'?"
"I haven't. At all," Jimin says. "He's- um, come like, seven times since lunch? I just used a toy. I can't do anything without his complete consent, hyung, he doesn't know what he's asking for."
"Are you fucking kidding?" Yoongi's voice is sharp and loud and Jimin jolts. "You seriously haven't?"
"No? Of course not," Jimin says, confused. "I-"
"You're an asshole, Park Jimin."
"What?" Jimin frowns. "Why?"
"You've left an omega in heat to get himself off with a toy for what, eight hours? Don't you know anything about heats? Or omegas? How many times did he beg you to fuck him," Yoongi demands to know, and Jimin is at a loss.
"He- a lot? I-"
"Do you even know how much heats hurt if they aren't taken care of?"
"I- Jungkook said it hurt a lot, but I thought that he just needed to come," Jimin explains, confused, and Yoongi sighs in disappointment. "I mean, Seokjin and Taehyung said something about having to knot him but I don't want to while he's not completely sure of what he's doing."
"Yeah, it's gonna keep hurting until his body is satisfied. A dildo is no replacement for even just a regular cock, much less a knot."
"What... what do you mean?"
"I mean that you're making things worse. If you aren't going to fuck him let me know and I'll come over and take care of him."
"Jimin," Yoongi says, softer. "I know you don't want to do anything while Jungkook's delirious like this, but you have to get over it for his sake. He already wants you to fuck him when he's not in heat."
"I- it's not that I don't want to," Jimin weakly says and feels like he might cry. "I just-"
"Just nothing. I understand what you're going through, Jimin," Yoongi says. "I went through something similar with Hoseok. I didn't want to have sex with him during his first heat because I thought he didn't know what he wanted either. Hoseok told me if I wasn't going to I should just get out and leave him alone, so I did. It took him a week to recover because his body was so worn out and he didn't talk to me for another. Jungkook knows what he needs, Jimin, and I'm serious. If you don't think you can put your dilemma aside and just help him tell me and I will. He'll probably understand, eventually. But you need to figure it out, and fast. The longer that you take the more he probably feels like you don't want him, which is hard for an omega to handle on a regular day." Yoongi takes a breath and then continues. "Jungkook's a strong kid. If he didn't really want you he'd be able to tell you." There's a muffled voice that Jimin assumes is Hoseok, and Yoongi leans away from the phone to answer. "What are you going to do, Jimin?"
"I..." Jimin bites his lip and glances towards the bedroom again. "I just want to help him."
"Okay," Yoongi says, humming. "Then you'll figure it out. I have to go. Good luck, okay? Tell me if you need something, food, anything."
"I will, hyung. Thanks."
Jungkook wakes up alone, tired, and thirsty. "Jimin?" His disoriented brain supplies that Jimin left because he didn't want Jungkook. "Hyung?"
There's a quiet thud from down the hall and the door slowly opens, Jimin hesitantly peering around the doorframe. "Jungkook-ah? You're awake?"
Jungkook nods, and the next breath that he takes brings a heady scent of cinnamon and bergamot. Everything spins and Jungkook gasps. "Oh-"
He can hear Jimin inhale and then tense. "How do you feel?" He asks, slowly shutting the door behind him. Jungkook shakes his head, pulling the blanket over his head.
"Um, fine. Why are you here?"
"What?" Jimin blinks, surprised, and comes over to the bed, sitting down next to Jungkook. "What do you mean?"
"I thought you..." Jungkook trails off, trying to ignore the way his entire body gravitates towards Jimin. "Didn't want me. Don't want me."
Jimin sighs, scooting closer. "That's not it, Jungkookie."
"I- I'm sorry," Jimin says, "that I didn't help you earlier. I do want you, Jungkook. I didn't mean to make you think that."
Jungkook slowly emerges from his blanket cocoon, peering at Jimin with glassy eyes and messy hair. "R-really?"
"Yeah, Jungkook-ah. I'm really sorry." He touches Jungkook's cheek, ignoring the sudden jolt. "I'm sorry. But I promise that I do."
Jungkook shivers, leaning into Jimin's hand. "I was so scared that you didn't, hyung," he admits quietly, sniffling. Jimin lays next to him, and Jungkook stares at him, heart thumping. “Jimin.”
“Yes, Jungkookie?” Jimin hums, pulling the omega closer.
“Um,” Jungkook says, muffled against Jimin’s chest. “Are you- are you sure?”
Jimin’s heart clenches and he hides his guilt by nosing at Jungkook’s scent gland, leaving a trail with his lips. “Sure of what?”
The omega’s hands hesitantly come up to clutch the back of Jimin’s shirt. “Hyung,” he says weakly, pressing up against Jimin. The room fills with a fresh wave of sugar and orange, and Jungkook can feel slick start to leak from his entrance, body heating up fast. Jimin hums, slipping his leg between Jungkook’s, gently rubbing against his half hard cock. “O-oh, Jimin-”
“What do you need, Jungkook?”
Jungkook whimpers, rocking against him. “I- Jimin, please-”
“I need-” Jungkook whines, and Jimin slides his hand down Jungkook’s back, resting against the dip of it. He can smell Jungkook’s slick, strong and sweet. “I need-”
“Tell me what you need,” Jimin murmurs, inching his fingers lower. Jungkook keens.
“Need you,” he gasps, trying to get Jimin where he wants him. “Need you to fuck me, hyung, now.”
His entire body jerks when Jimin finally brushes against his entrance, dripping wet. Jungkook presses up against him, cock smearing precum against his side. The omega’s hands start to pull on his shirt and Jimin leans away to peel it over his head. Jungkook’s eyes glaze over and he leans closer to Jimin, tucking his face into his neck and inhaling deep. Jimin doesn’t move, letting Jungkook scent him.
“Ah- hyung,” he groans, shivering in Jimin’s arms. Jimin rearranges them until Jungkook is laying on top of him, straddling his waist. He reaches down and palms the meat of Jungkook’s ass, hitching him up.
“Jungkookie,” Jimin says, finger sliding through the mess between his cheeks. “Are you sure?”
“Damn it,” Jungkook growls, thumping Jimin’s chest. “Yes. Hyung, please fuck me, it’s so hot, make it better, please, Jimin. I’m sure. Fuck me, hyung, come on, alpha.”
Jimin tenses when Jungkook calls him that, taking a deep breath and then easily pushing a finger into Jungkook’s entrance. The omega immediately comes hot between them, gasping and shuddering, clenching around Jimin’s finger. “Damn,” Jimin mutters, easing the digit in and out. Jungkook holds onto him tighter, whining. “You’re really worked up, huh?”
“You haven’t fucked me yet,” Jungkook pants, already getting hard again. “Don’t blame me.” A second digit slides in just as easily as the first, stretching Jungkook’s entrance. Jimin scissors his fingers, curving up just right to brush his prostate. “Oh my god-”
Jimin slots a third in, hand already soaked in slick. He speeds up, getting faster until he’s thrusting all three in and out, hitting Jungkook’s prostate dead on. Jungkook’s whines get higher pitched, pushing back against Jimin’s hand.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, already shaking apart again. He twitches and comes again, breathing hard. “Jimin- come on, it’s- not enough, hyung, please-”
“Do you need me to fuck you, baby?”
Jungkook moans, nodding frantically, biting down on Jimin’s collarbone. “Yeah- ah!” The sound he makes when Jimin quickly pulls his fingers out, shoves his pants down his thighs enough to pull his cock out, and pushes into Jungkook without warning is embarrassing and loud and Jungkook cries out, finally, finally full. He drops heavily against Jimin’s chest, tucking his head into the crook of his neck. “Aah-”
Jimin grunts, Jungkook hot and tight around his cock. The omega tries to rock down to meet his thrusts, resulting in a messy rhythm. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind, seizing up every time he manages to angle right to get Jimin to hit his prostate. He’s still sopping wet, slick getting all over Jimin’s thighs and dripping past his balls.
“Jungkook,” he says, bringing his hands to Jungkook’s hips and digging his fingers into the pale skin of his sides. Jimin’s sure that he’s never been as turned on as he is, cock so hard it aches. Jungkook smells and feels so good and something primal sparks in Jimin, the need to satisfy and take care of Jungkook, his omega.
“Jimin,” he gasps, pulling back enough to seek out Jimin’s mouth, missing and kissing the side of his lips. “Jimin hyung.”
“Baby,” Jimin murmurs, bringing a hand up to gently lace his fingers in Jungkook’s hair. “Do you want a kiss, Jungkookie?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook whines. “Please, Jimin, wanna-”
Jimin interrupts him with a brush of their lips, chuckling as Jungkook tries to get impossibly closer, still fucking himself on Jimin’s cock. He lets the omega lick past his teeth, messily tangling their tongues together for a moment before tightening his grasp on Jungkook’s head, yanking him back. Jimin pulls his head to the side and bites down hard on Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook practically shouts and clenches around Jimin’s cock, spilling all over Jimin’s stomach, adding to the mess already smeared between them.
There are clear imprints of teeth standing out starkly against his skin. Jungkook shakes, weakly pushing back against Jimin’s shallow thrusts. “Hyung, I need you to knot me,” he manages, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I need it, hyung.”
The alpha stills, hesitant. He can feel his instincts screaming at him to do it, to claim Jungkook and have him hanging off his knot but he knows that if he does, things can never be the same again. In the space of a day they’ve gone from being best friends to this, Jungkook begging him to fill him up and knot him. He’s liked Jungkook for a while, secretly harboring his feelings. But then Jungkook went into heat, and Jimin’s pretty sure that it’s because of him. Taehyung has told him many times that Jungkook likes him too, but Jimin was putting having to address it off until the younger presented. He had hoped, as soon as Jungkook told them he was a beta, that things would get easier, that he wouldn’t have to worry about biology getting in the way.
“Hyung,” Jungkook cries, taking a deep breath of cinnamon. “Please, I need it, please- Jimin-hyung.”
Jimin bites on his lip, looking up at a teary-eyed, desperate Jungkook, and decides. “You want my knot, baby?”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he nods frantically. “Yes, please, alpha, please!”
That does it. Jimin can feel the base of his cock swell, thrusting up faster, shoving the growing knot into Jungkook until he can’t pull out, Jungkook’s hole tight around him. “Fuck,” he growls, and Jungkook moans as it presses heavily against his prostate. His voice goes up in pitch, rutting down against Jimin.
Jimin gets his hand between them and touches Jungkook’s cock for the first time, firmly wrapping his fingers around him and Jungkook spasms, coming hard with barely anything dribbling out. The heat builds in every part of his body and he begs, “Jimin-hyung, come on, knot me, come on-”
After holding back and being on edge all day it’s not hard to let go, spilling into Jungkook, hot and heavy. Jungkook groans, fever immediately starting to abate. He shakes, collapsing against Jimin’s chest and panting. They’re a mess, cum and slick smeared between them, and Jimin wraps his arms around the omega, careful not to jostle him too much. Jungkook tucks his face into Jimin’s neck, trying to calm his breathing.
“Jungkookie,” Jimin says, brushing a hand through Jungkook’s sweaty hair. “How do you feel?”
“Better,” Jungkook says, sighing. Jimin stifles a groan when Jungkook just barely rocks down against Jimin’ knot still stretching him open. “Much better.” His voice trails off quietly, and Jimin cranes his neck to see the omega’s eyes fluttering drowsily.
He doesn’t really want Jungkook to fall asleep on top of him, covered in now-drying mess and with his cock still in Jungkook, knot already starting to go down.
“Thanks, hyung,” Jungkook murmurs, lips soft against Jimin’s pulse. Jimin can smell the hormones still lurking in Jungkook’s scent, a reminder of the heat simmering beneath his skin. Jimin isn’t sure how long it will take for Jungkook to get worked up again. Maybe it’s better that he sleep some.
Jimin does regret not grabbing his phone, but it wasn’t really a priority when trying to get back to Jungkook as quickly as possible. He keeps gently running his fingers through the dark strands of Jungkook’s hair, smiling despite himself at the soft, quiet sound that Jungkook makes. Jimin tips his head back against the pillow, staring up at the ceiling, and wonders what he’s gotten himself into.
Jungkook wakes a few hours or so later, groggy and he scrunches his nose at the gross feeling of dried cum and slick. He feels uncomfortably empty and realizes that sometime while he was sleeping Jimin pulled out. He doesn’t mean to push his lip out in a pout but he does, wiggling his hips. What he’s lying on stirs, and he suddenly remembers.
“Jimin,” he says, tipping his head to look up at the alpha, who blearily blinks at him, yawning. The dim light that filters through his blinds means that it’s sometime in the early morning.
“Sorry for waking you up,” Jungkook mumbles and can’t help but yawn as well.
“It’s okay,” Jimin says, humming. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Um, yeah, I guess. I-” Both he and Jimin stiffen at the same time when his scent spikes slightly. “I felt uh, uncomfortable.”
“Is it the heat?” Jimin asks quietly and Jungkook takes a moment before nodding.
“I think so.”
“Can it wait?” Jimin asks, slowly helping him sit up. “I’m hungry.”
Jungkook is silent for a second. “How about just once? Then we can eat.”
“I don’t know how I’m going to keep up with you for a week,” Jimin says, sighing, but he doesn’t sound angry. Jungkook chuckles, voice cracking at the first touch of Jimin’s fingers to his puffy entrance, still loose enough for Jimin to easily push three in. It doesn’t take long for slick to gather, dripping down Jimin’s hand when he crooks his fingers to press on the omega’s prostate.
Jungkook whines, cock twitching against Jimin’s stomach, rocking down against Jimin. “I- aah, hyung.”
It doesn’t take a lot for Jungkook to come, hands grasping at Jimin’s arms, panting.
“Food,” he manages, and Jimin laughs.
He makes scrambled eggs and warms up leftover kimchi stew, placing a full bowl in front of Jungkook, who digs in. Jimin sits across from him with his own plate. It only takes about twenty minutes for Jimin to notice Jungkook shifting in his seat, hand disappearing beneath the table. Jimin shoves the rest of his own food on Jungkook’s place.
“Finish eating,” he says, “and I’ll fuck you again.”
Jungkook blinks at him with wide eyes, and then brings his hand back up and practically inhales the rest of the food, shoving back in his chair when he cleans the last grain of rice from out of his bowl. Jimin laughs when the omega practically launches himself over the table, the thick scent of oranges quickly intensifying and filling Jimin’s nose.
The omega quickly pulls Jimin’s shorts off, straddling him. Jimin squeaks, leaning back. “Wait-”
“Can’t,” Jungkook says, and Jimin suspects he’s being overdramatic because he doesn’t sound desperate yet. Even so he doesn’t stop Jungkook from easing his cock out, stroking him until Jimin’s hard, or hard enough for Jungkook, who gets his knees on either side of Jimin and then lines himself up, sinking down onto the alpha’s cock.
“Aah, fuck,” he says, head tipping back, rolling his hips.
“We’re at the table, Jungkookie,” Jimin says, but puts his hands on the omega’s waist anyway, easing him up and down.
Jungkook huffs, mouthing at Jimin’s jaw. “Yeah? And?”
“Not very appropriate.”
“No?” Jungkook says, thighs starting to burn. “Stop me if you want.”
Jimin shakes his head, lightly thrusting up into Jungkook. “Can you last long enough to make it the fifteen feet to the bedroom?”
“Probably not,” Jungkook says, feeling the heat start to surge through his body. “Need to come now.”
“We just started.”
“So? Fuck me, hyung.” Jungkook ruts down against him, shifting until he gets the angle right so that Jimin’s cock stretches him open in all the right places.
“Yeah?” Jimin reaches his hand between them and wraps his fingers around the base of Jungkook’s cock, spreading slick from his entrance over the shaft to make the glide smoother. Jungkook twitches, rhythm stuttering.
“Ye- yeah,” he pants, “come on, Jiminie.”
Jimin wonders how Jungkook’s body keeps up with the heat after he comes, spilling over Jimin’s fingers. Then he decides to chalk it up to biology and not think about it anymore.
He has to practically carry Jungkook to the bedroom, the omega refusing to let go of him. Jimin stumbles over a stray shoe, barely catching his balance against the wall. Jungkook loops his arms around Jimin’s neck and breathes hard, shamelessly humping the alpha’s side. Jimin doesn’t know what it feels like to be that desperate and needy, but he can feel how hot Jungkook’s skin is and the pungency of his scent.
Maybe, he thinks, this will be what a rut is like, if he ever goes through one. When he goes through one, he amends.
“Aren’t you tired,” Jimin groans, fucking into Jungkook from behind while the younger shakes against the bedsheets. There’s slick sliding down his thighs and Jungkook whimpers, pushing back against Jimin’s thrusts.
“Exhausted,” he gasps, “but I need your knot, hyung, please-”
Jimin drops his forehead to the space between Jungkook’s shoulders, fucking into the omega hard and deep. The bed rocks, and Jimin knows there’s going to be dents in his wall.
“Harder-” Jungkook begs, fingers grasping tightly at the sheets. “Alpha, please!”
Jimin growls, pounding into him. “Say- say it again.”
“Please, Alpha, please,” Jungkook whines, hot and tight around Jimin’s cock even though he’s been fucked over and over again now. “Knot me, Jimin, I want your knot, I need it-”
“Take it,” Jimin says, pushing the swell of his cock into Jungkook once more before it’s locked in, Jungkook’s ass clenching and trying to pull him deeper. “Come on, Jungkookie- my omega,” he says lowly, voice rough. Jungkook shudders, body jerking as he comes, smearing the sheets. Jimin keeps rolling his hips and knows his knot pressing against Jungkook’s prostate, probably overwhelming and painful at this point, but Jungkook does nothing but pant, mouth dropped open and eyes shut.
The omega whimpers when Jimin comes, spilling deep inside him. The sensation of being filled up makes Jungkook shake through another weak orgasm, tears streaking down his cheeks.
Jimin takes a moment to catch his breath, twitching with sensitivity, before rearranging them, pulling Jungkook into the curve of his chest, knot still held tight inside him.
“Jungkook-ah?” He says quietly, resting his chin on the younger’s shoulder only to find him asleep, likely passed out from fatigue. He chuckles, hand resting on Jungkook’s thigh. “Always leaving me to clean up, hmm?”
It’s been a full two days of this, Jungkook hot and wet and begging for Jimin’s cock. Jimin stopped worrying about the sheets (or the couch, or the table, or the shower, or the floor) after the third time he knotted the omega.
Jungkook has come an uncountable amount of times, riding Jimin through two or three at once. It doesn’t seem to matter to him that Jimin doesn’t knot him as many times as he wants.
It’s been two full days and even though Jimin will never tell Jungkook, he’s still unsure of the whole thing. It’s not like he can turn back; he’s committed to helping Jungkook through the rest of his heat, but Jimin is scared that once it’s over Jungkook will realize he’s made some sort of mistake and be mad at Jimin, or uncomfortable and awkward. He doesn’t dare mention it though, remembering how Jungkook recoiled when Jimin hesitated.
He doesn’t want to do that to the omega again, so he thinks, talking about it and addressing the matter can wait until after Jungkook’s heat dissipates.
“Fuck,” Jungkook moans, chest rubbing against the cold surface of the countertops. “Hyung, ah-”
Jimin hitches the omega up, pushing deep into him. Jungkook whines, bouncing on his toes to push back into Jimin’s thrusts. The counter is already a mess, slick from a previous round where Jungkook desperately held onto Jimin’s back, trying not to hit his head on the cabinets while Jimin fingered him open.
“Jimin,” Jungkook manages through gasps, “bite me.” He drops his head to the counter and tips to the side, looking up at Jimin with teary eyes.
Jimin’s eyes widen, hips stuttering. Biting, really biting, permanently marking a mate’s neck, is a really big deal. “Jungkook-”
“Please,” Jungkook begs, eyes slipping shut. “Alpha, please.”
Jimin can’t. He just can’t. Jungkook looks close to crying though, so he leans over and nudges Jungkook’s head to the other side, away from his scent gland, and sinks his teeth into the omega’s neck, tasting the iron tang of blood. Jungkook almost screams, entire body tightening and then snapping, coming all over the side of the cabinets. He’ll definitely know that Jimin didn’t really mate him like he wanted, but for now the thought and sensation is enough for him to feel claimed.
Jimin wrenches Jungkook away from the counter, pulling out and dragging him to the living room, tossing him onto the couch before sinking back into him, possessiveness surging through his veins at the sight of the bite on Jungkook’s neck. The omega doesn’t even have to beg before Jimin is knotting him, growling into his ear.
“What a good omega,” he pants, hands gripping Jungkook’s waist as his cock swells. “So good for me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook moans, high pitched, “yeah, for you, alpha, come on, come in me.”
Jimin does, stealing the rest of Jungkook’s breath with his lips.
The heat winds down after four days with Jungkook sobbing into a pillow, weakly rutting against the bed as Jimin knots him for the last time, just as tired as the omega. He holds himself up on shaky arms so that he doesn’t fall directly on top of Jungkook, knot swelling and locking them together. Jungkook feels just as good as the first time except just a little bit looser, a lot sloppier, and smelling a lot more like cinnamon. It satisfies the alpha in him, having an omega beneath him that smells like Jimin owns him.
Jungkook shudders beneath him, collapsing against the sheets, chest heaving for breath. He whimpers when Jimin moves, twisting to the side and laying them next to each other. “Fuck,” the omega sighs, still shaking. “I think it’s over.”
Jimin hums, fingers stroking patterns over Jungkook’s stomach. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, practically purring. “‘S not as hot anymore. Wanna sleep.”
“Okay.” Jimin pushes the dirty blankets towards the end of the bed as best as he can and pulls Jungkook closer. “Go ahead.”
“You’ll be here when I wake up?”
“Of course,” Jimin says, chuckling. “Of course, baby. Sleep.”
Jungkook yawns, eyes sliding shut. “Okay.”
And Jimin will be; he doesn’t want to leave Jungkook. Not now and not ever, and he wonders, as he drifts to sleep, if Jungkook wants him to stay.