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If anyone were to ask Jimin what his absolute favorite sight in the whole world is, it would be his best friend, Jeon Jungkook, and his soft hair and shy smiles and broad shoulders and cute waist. Those little lips, all pink and pouty when he doesn’t get his way, those dark eyes that seem to hold an entire galaxy within them.

He also appreciates the sight of him as he is now, bending over the nearest surface with his ass in the air as he talks with their other friends. He has a bad habit of doing that, leaning on tables or the backs of chairs, one ankle crossed over the other and a nice curve along his back. Jimin’s never been able to decide if Jungkook does it on purpose or if he’s just trying to live his life and Jimin’s thirsting after him like a fool for no reason.

He’s asked Taehyung’s opinion about it before, since he seems to have more insight into Jungkook’s sexual habits than Jimin does. Jimin always tells himself it’s because Taehyung is also an omega like Jungkook, while Jimin is an alpha, and therefore Jungkook feels more comfortable opening up to him. Unfortunately, Taehyung never seems to have any answers for Jimin, and Jimin can’t get the answers on his own.

Jungkook’s always avoided talking about sex around Jimin, which Jimin again justified with their difference in status. But everyone in their group of friends talks so openly about it, and according to everyone else Jungkook doesn’t hold back when Jimin’s gone.

Just yesterday, when Jimin had to leave their usual hangout spot early to go to work, Taehyung later informed him that Jungkook had excitedly talked about how two alphas had propositioned him for the possibility of a threesome. Jungkook didn’t go through with it, apparently, but he also never told Jimin about it.

And something about that bugs Jimin.

It’s not just the fact that Jungkook got propositioned. Fuck, Jimin’s used to that. He has to sit there and have mini frights all day long with the number of alphas that come up and try to charm their way into Jungkook’s pants everyday. It’s not that Jungkook supposedly had actually considered accepting the offer.

No. It’s that they’re supposed to be best friends. Jimin tells Jungkook everything. And Jungkook tells him everything, except when it comes to his sex life. It wouldn’t bother him if Jungkook didn’t apparently flaunt it to everyone and their mother but intentionally edge Jimin out of the conversation when it’s brought up.

For some reason, he doesn’t want Jimin to know. And Jimin doesn’t want to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong but he also doesn’t like being intentionally shoved aside by someone he’s supposed to have some deep friendship with. Jungkook’s the one always cooing about how much he loves and trusts Jimin, how much he cherishes their friendship, always teasing and asking him if he’s hooked up with anyone lately. And then he just shuts Jimin out; always expects answers but never gives them.

It’s infuriating. Not the fact that Jungkook doesn’t tell him everything—he has a right to his privacy—but the fact that Jungkook is so back and forth, push and pull, hot and cold with him every damn day.

Jimin purses his lips, turning his eyes back to his book, scanning over the words blankly. He doesn’t comprehend a single one, gaze traveling back up to Jungkook every few seconds. Thirsting after your best friend while simultaneously being head over heels in love with them and knowing they’ll never be yours sucks.

He scuffs the floor with his boots, fingers tapping against the table. He and Jungkook were supposed to go get some takeout together and watch a movie at Jungkook’s apartment, but at this point Jimin’s starting to think Jungkook would rather just hang out with their other friends across the shop.

Maybe he should just go. He’ll text Jungkook later.

Jimin snaps his book shut, hopping out of his seat to place it back on the cafe’s shelf. It’s not interesting enough to buy. Or maybe he’s just not in the mood for it.

With a heavy sigh, Jimin makes for the door, fishing his phone out of his pocket as he goes. Any other day, he would probably just shake this off. He’s used to it. This is just how he and Jungkook are together; attached at the hip one day, then stumbling blindly around each other like they’ve only just met.

Lately it’s just gotten to be too much. Jimin’s struggling to hold back his feelings for Jungkook anymore. If he didn’t love Jungkook so much as his best friend he would try to distance himself, but there’s more than just romantic attraction toward the omega. They’ve been each other’s anchors for years now. You don’t just walk away from a bond like theirs.

Jimin’s almost out the door when he feels arms around his waist and smells that familiar sweet scent permeating the air around him; Jungkook smells like flowers, like a whole damn garden. He holds his breath. Jungkook’s scent has been so much stronger lately that Jimin would assume his heat is coming, but he hasn’t mentioned anything about it.

“Where are you going?” Jungkook asks, chin resting on Jimin’s shoulder. “Did you forget about me?”

No. Jimin couldn’t forget about Jungkook even if he wanted to.

“Just wanted some fresh air,” Jimin lies, placing his hands over Jungkook’s where they rest on his stomach. He tips his head back on Jungkook’s shoulder and peers over at him with a smile. “Are we still on for a movie tonight?”

“Of course,” Jungkook says, beaming over at Jimin. “Let me just go say bye to Joon and Hobi real quick, ‘kay?”

Jimin nods, darting forward to peck Jungkook on the cheek. That’s nothing unusual between the two of them. They’ve kissed before. On their cheeks. And shoulders. Jungkook once drunkenly kissed Jimin on the lips but it was just that: a silly, drunken stunt during a game of spin the bottle. A game Jimin regrets because he’s never been able to forget the feeling of Jungkook’s lips on his ever since.

Jungkook slips away and Jimin can only watch as he rushes back over to their friends. Jimin knows he should go say bye too, but he’s feeling a little petty today. Ever since they all met up in this cafe, Jungkook’s spent a significant amount of time on Namjoon’s lap.

It doesn’t seem to be anything beyond platonic but Jimin’s on edge. He gets antsy when Jungkook starts getting too close to someone. He knows it’s not fair and he would never do anything to stand in the way of Jungkook’s friendships—or anything more—but he still wants to scream at the heavens whenever he sees Jungkook clinging to someone the way he usually clings to Jimin.

Jungkook’s always been shy, only recently opening up to others, becoming comfortable with physical affections from the rest of his friends. Jimin’s proud of him, but he can’t help but feel that he’s losing something special, something they used to share only between the two of them.

When Jungkook returns to his side, he curls an arm around Jimin’s waist and playfully tugs him outside. “So, Hobi was telling me he can get us into this big party tonight. It’s at some fancy nightclub. You wanna go?”

Jimin swallows, his gaze on the ground as they walk. He loves parties. He’s always the first to get himself invitations but he’s just not in the mood right now, especially since parties these days always involve watching Jungkook get hit on by a hundred alphas before the night is out and Jungkook bashfully lapping up the attention. He’s come out of his shell so much he barely even shies away from flirting the way he used to and, again, Jimin is happy for him, but he hates having to watch it happen over and over.

He shouldn’t go. It’ll just make him feel worse, he knows.

Jimin tries to give Jungkook an apologetic smile before turning down his offer, hoping it’s enough not to make Jungkook feel bad. He regrets it instantly when he finds Jungkook’s doe eyes gazing back at him, all bright and hopeful.

“Yeah, of course I’ll go.”

Goddammit.

Jungkook’s face lights up. “Awesome! So, after the movie tonight? We can get ready at my place.”

“Sure,” Jimin agrees, cursing at himself once again as Jungkook’s arm tightens around him. With a smile at his best friend, Jimin slips his arm around Jungkook as well, taking a chance on sliding his hand low on Jungkook’s hip.

Jungkook seems perfectly content with staying just like that, hip to hip with Jimin as they head for their favorite takeout place. He smells sweet next to Jimin, alluring, dragging Jimin closer and closer with every step they take.

He’s playing a dangerous game, letting himself feel what he feels for Jungkook, knowing he can’t act on it without ruining what they have right now. Either he keeps hurting himself by holding it all in or he lets it all out and loses his best friend.

Jimin kind of hates everything right now.

 

~♡~

 

Getting ready at Jungkook’s place is torture. More than once Jimin feels like he’s about to be thrown straight into his rut.

Jungkook’s tiny apartment always smells pretty strongly of that sweet, fruity scent that follows the omega everywhere, but it’s particularly strong right now. Mouthwatering, almost. Jimin damn near threw himself out the window at one point. It isn’t usually like that, just when Jungkook’s getting close to his heat.

It makes Jimin a little paranoid about being out tonight, pushing their way through a thick crowd of sweaty strangers. If Jungkook’s about to go into heat and they’re out in the middle of a crowded club, they could end up in a real mess.

If there’s a god, Jimin’s praying to it tonight.

Jungkook has never been careless with his heats, always tracking everything closely, planning his life around them. If he really is this close to one, Jimin can’t imagine he would so carelessly throw himself into the fray of a bunch of horny alphas in a nightclub.

He just needs to have faith in his best friend. There’s nothing to worry about. Jungkook wouldn’t take unnecessary risks just for a stupid party.

They make their way to their friends. Hoseok is already out on the dance floor, along with Taehyung and Seokjin. Yoongi apparently chose not to come tonight. Jimin can’t blame him. It’s loud in here—painfully loud—and Yoongi likes his peace and quiet.

Namjoon waits for them by the bar, drinks already waiting for them, and Jungkook excitedly knocks back a shot and asks for another before Jimin even gets his to his lips.

This is weird.

This isn’t like Jungkook.

“Someone’s having a little too much fun tonight,” Namjoon says after Jungkook takes his second shot and then calls over the music that he’s off to join Hoseok and the others. Jimin just watches him go, then hops onto one of the stools beside Namjoon.

“Yeah. Not sure what’s gotten into him but he’s...” Different.

Jimin doesn’t like it. He doesn’t know if it’s the effect of hanging around their other friends more lately or if it’s just that Jungkook is old enough to legally party now, or if he’s going through some quarter life crisis that he’s not sharing, but it’s worrying Jimin.

Namjoon shrugs. “Ah, let’s just let him go a little wild. The poor kid’s bottled himself up so much for so many years, he was bound to let loose eventually.”

Jimin sighs, halfheartedly ordering himself some sweet, fruity drink from the bartender before turning his eyes on his best friend again.

Maybe Namjoon has a point, but that doesn’t change how much it’s bothering Jimin. This is so unlike Jungkook—getting completely trashed for fun, grinding on their other friends, letting alpha after alpha take turns dancing with him, their hands on his hips, standing way too close to him.

It makes Jimin’s skin crawl but he tries to be happy for Jungkook. In the past, Jungkook would always complain about how he wanted to go out and party with Jimin before, but he would get so nervous. This is what he wanted. Jimin should just be happy for him.

He ducks his head, taking the straw of his drink into his mouth and sipping at it. Somewhere in the background he hears Namjoon saying that he’s off to dance with the others. Jimin doesn’t really listen. His attention is on the alpha currently sidling up behind Jungkook, whispering something in his ear.

Jimin feels his heart clench and then sink when Jungkook grins at whatever the alpha says to him. Is he really about to witness the moment he finally loses his Jungkook to someone else?

He starts sucking the drink down too fast to be healthy, already calling for another.

Jungkook turns around to face the alpha, leaning in to whisper something to the man, his hand resting on the stranger’s shoulder.

When Jungkook leans back he looks almost apologetic, a tiny smile curling at his lips. The alpha says something else over the music and Jungkook just shrugs, then nods, and the alpha walks away.

With the straw in his mouth and his eyes a little wide, Jimin watches Jungkook spin around to face him. He shoots a smile at Jimin, waving his hand to beckon him over, then tips his head back to fall back into the rhythm of the song.

Jimin’s lost in awe of Jungkook, almost in a trance, watching him. And then he hears a tiny explosion and sees a cloud of glitter bursting over the dance floor. Naturally, Jimin ignores the beautiful view of a sparkling rainbow raining down on the crowd and instead watches his best friend’s reaction.

Jungkook laughs as glitter coats him, his eyes closed tight to keep the little specks out of them. Jimin feels dizzy, lightheaded in his admiration of the omega as he throws his arms out to his sides. He shakes a bit of the glitter off, then returns to dancing.

He looks too good like this, Jimin thinks. Jungkook always looks stunning, but even more so wearing that white v-neck dipping low on his chest, the sheer material hugging the sweat on his back as he dances. That glitter they had dumped onto the dance floor clings to the soft brown locks of his hair, glistening on his lashes, his eyes closed.

He’s awe-inspiring, lost in the music, his smile brighter than the strobe lights. Jimin aches to join him, to snake his arms around him and hold him close as they dance together.

Instead, Jimin wraps a hand around his colorful drink again, abandoning the straw and tipping his head back to chug what remains. There are already at least three alphas vying for his best friend’s attention tonight. What chance does he have?

He’s just about to reach for his second drink, just waiting for him on the counter all icy and blue, but another hand snatches it away first. Jimin’s eyes follow it, trailing over to find Jungkook standing beside him, lifting the straw to his lips.

Jimin can’t take his eyes off the way Jungkook’s pretty, pink lips close around it as he sucks. He grins when he passes the drink back to Jimin, who’s a little too dumbfounded, a little too smitten to take it. So Jungkook just sets it aside.

“Dance with me, Jimin,” he coos as he leans in, his lips dangerously close to Jimin’s ear. “I don’t like seeing you all alone over here.”

“I’m fine, Kookie,” Jimin tries to say, but his voice is far too quiet to hear over the music. He can’t seem to make it obey him, can’t speak up. Jungkook’s sweet scent is choking him, making him dizzy.

Jungkook practically whines in his ear, his hands finding purchase on Jimin’s thighs. Jimin squirms when Jungkook wiggles his way between his legs, arms slipping around his waist now. “Why don’t you wanna dance with me, Jiminie?” Jungkook asks, burying his face into Jimin’s neck.

His voice is low and whiny, a pout on his lips that Jimin can feel on the skin of his neck. Anyone else would assume that Jungkook just turns into a clingy baby when he’s drunk, but Jimin is close enough to smell him and he recognizes that tone in his voice. It’s the exact tone he gets whenever he’s slipping into his heat.

“Jungkookie.” Jimin manages to summon up his voice for this. He needs to get Jungkook out of here.

Jungkook hums, pressing closer, his hip rolling forward, and Jimin almost passes out at the tiny bit of friction Jungkook’s movement gives him. “Love when you call me that, Jimin,” his best friend sighs into his ear.

Jimin is so fucked if he doesn’t get Jungkook out of here right now.

“We need to get you home,” Jimin says, trying to stand up, but Jungkook pushes him back into his seat.

“But I wanna dance with you,” Jungkook mewls, kissing up Jimin’s neck.

Kissing his neck.

Jimin wants to die. But he swallows down his lust and breathes through his mouth so Jungkook’s scent stops flooding his senses quite so much, then pushes his friend back and stands up. He keeps his hands on Jungkook’s waist, holding him close but stopping him from pressing forward again.

“Kook,” he says, trying to be stern and soft at the same time. Jungkook’s brows furrow at him. He’s not used to Jimin putting his foot down with him, always letting him get away with everything. “I think you’re about to go into your heat. You’ve had alphas circling you all night and you’re all… clingy.”

“I’m not clingy—”

“Yes, you are,” Jimin says, giving Jungkook the kind of look a scolding parent would give their child. “You know you get that way during your heats. Let’s get you home.”

When Jimin tries to tug him away from the bar, Jungkook tugs him back. He hates how strong Jungkook is sometimes. “Can’t drive drunk,” Jungkook says, still slightly pouting, his hands around Jimin’s wrists. He pulls him forward. “Dance with me.”

Jimin sighs, going rigid when Jungkook pulls him right up against his body. His best friend sinks into his neck again, lips kissing along it, warming his already overheated skin. He uses Jungkook’s distraction with trying to grind on him as a chance to grab his phone and hold it over Jungkook’s shoulder where he can see it. Slowly, with only one of his hands, the other on Jungkook’s waist, he sends an SOS to Namjoon.

He hears Jungkook take in a wavering breath as he kisses up to Jimin’s ear. “Want you so bad, Jiminie.”

If it were possible, Jimin’s heart would slam to a stop at those words. He knows Jungkook doesn’t mean it, that it’s his heat talking, but Jimin lets himself believe it, if only just for a second.

“Told you your heat is starting,” he says, trying to laugh it off, make it all into a big joke. It hurts less that way and it’ll spare Jungkook any embarrassment once he’s in his right mind again.

“‘S not because of my heat, Jimin—” Jungkook starts, pulling back to look Jimin in the eye, but Namjoon shows up just in time. Jimin’s never been so thankful. He knows this is because of Jungkook’s heat but hearing him saying that it’s not would just be too much.

Namjoon doesn’t even have to hear Jimin’s explanation once he sees the glazed look in Jungkook’s eyes, his lids hooded, hands tugging at Jimin and face burying itself into his hair. “Oh boy,” Namjoon says, grimacing at the sight. “Let’s get him out of here.”

Jimin nods, holding Jungkook close to his side as they all make for the exit, Jungkook nuzzling against Jimin the whole way. He keeps pawing at him, kissing him once they’re in Namjoon’s car.

Jimin is glad he has willpower everyone else could only ever dream of, otherwise Namjoon would have to witness something happening in his back seat that he could never erase from his mind.

 

“Thanks, Joon,” Jimin says as he ushers Jungkook out of the car. “Wait here. I’ll be right back down once I get him settled in—”

“No.” Jungkook whines, pushing his way back into the car. He crawls close to Jimin in the back seat, practically hovering over him, their eyes locked, his face inches away. “Stay with me, Jimin.”

“Jungkook, I shouldn’t—”

Jungkook reaches up, pressing a finger to Jimin’s lips to silence him. “Stay. Please.”

He seems so self-assured, but there’s a waver in his voice. Jungkook seems genuinely afraid that Jimin’s going to leave him. He wants Jimin here, maybe even needs him.

Jimin nods. “Okay,” he whispers against Jungkook’s fingers. He takes hold of Jungkook’s hand and gives him a comforting smile. “Okay. If you really want me to…” When Jungkook nods eagerly, eyes hopeful once again, Jimin looks to Namjoon. “I guess, uh, never mind. You can go.”

“Alright,” Namjoon says, glancing at them in the rear view mirror as they climb out of the car together. The grin on his lips sets Jimin on edge, like he knows something Jimin doesn’t.

“Let’s get you inside,” Jimin whispers to Jungkook, wrapping a protective arm around him as Namjoon’s car speeds off. His heart clenches when Jungkook shivers, his heat kicking up a notch. A cool breeze blows across them as well, Jungkook still slightly damp with sweat. It can’t be pleasant.

Jimin doesn’t take his hands off of the suddenly quiet Jungkook until they reach his apartment, his fingers fumbling with the keys in the door. He’s worried about how silent Jungkook’s gone, afraid he got chilled walking up to the apartment or that maybe his heat is just especially painful this time.

Jungkook’s not the type to casually hookup with alphas during his heats just to ease them like a lot of omegas do, so they’re always long and unpleasant for him. He has toys and things he can use, but it’s not the same.

All Jimin can do is hope that he doesn’t have to witness Jungkook suffering too much over the next couple of days.

The door slams shut behind them, Jimin already setting to work on shucking off their shoes and helping Jungkook out of his too tight clothes. Before he makes much progress, Jungkook catches his wrists and leans in, lips colliding with lips.

Jimin feels like he’s floating. He has to be imagining this. He’s imagined it enough since that fateful game of spin the bottle that he’s sure he can conjure up the sensation of Jungkook’s lips in his mind and make it feel believable, right?

When Jungkook pulls away, Jimin almost expects to feel hands all over him again—he wishes he did—but Jungkook just steps back and smiles at him. “Thank you, Jiminie,” he murmurs, “for staying.”

Jimin just nods, reaching up to brush his knuckles over Jungkook’s cheekbone. A rosy pink dusts his cheeks, his eyes looking glazed and glossy. Jimin’s seen him like this before, almost delirious in his heat, looking breathtaking and more beautiful than the sun. But it doesn’t distract him from the aching in his heart, the primal instinct to take care of him.

“Let’s get you into something comfortable, alright?” he coos, pulling Jungkook along, off to his room. Jungkook’s already setting to work on pulling his shirt off over his head, fingers working at his belt as Jimin heads for his closet. He stops dead in his tracks when Jungkook’s already potent scent floods every one of his senses.

Jimin closes his eyes, gulping, holding his breath. He can’t move, can’t breathe, his whole body on high alert. His instincts tell him to turn around and lunge for such a delectable smelling omega, to sate Jungkook’s heat with his knot. His mind tells him no. He can’t. Not Jungkook. Not his best friend.

Breathing slowly through his mouth, Jimin takes another step toward the closet, but a pair of hands on his waist stop him. He shudders when he feels solid abs press against his back, an already hard cock fitting against his ass.

All he can sense is Jungkook all around him, shivers running up and down his spine as hot breath hits his neck and hands slip beneath his shirt, up to touch along his chest.

“Jiminie,” Jungkook sighs into his ear. “It’s uncomfortable.” He sounds almost pained. Jimin knows how much he hates his heats. They’re always miserable for him. “Make it go away.”

Jimin almost chokes on air. Jungkook can’t possibly be asking him what he thinks he is, right? Even if he is, it’s just his heat talking. Just like it has been all night. It doesn’t mean anything.

“Jungkookie, I can’t— I can’t.” Jimin takes a deep breath when Jungkook kisses his neck again. A big mistake, he realizes too late. The flood of flowery sweetness saturates his senses and he shudders against Jungkook again, his cock already stirring in interest. “You’re drunk, baby.”

“Barely,” Jungkook says, practically moaning the word into the juncture of Jimin’s neck, frighteningly close to his mating gland. “And so are you.”

Jimin licks his lips, tasting Jungkook in the air. “Your heat’s making you like this, Kookie. I don’t want you to regret it—”

“I won’t. I’d never regret anything with you.” Jungkook takes a step back, turning Jimin around to face him, and the image takes Jimin’s breath away—Jungkook, naked, tan and sculpted, beautifully on display before him. “I want you. Don’t you want me, too?”

“Jungkook…” Jimin can’t resist drinking in his scent again as Jungkook cups the side of his face with his hand. He reaches up, fingers curling tenderly around Jungkook’s wrist. How foolish would it be to admit to wanting Jungkook too when he knows Jungkook only wants him because his heat is telling him he does? If Jimin says it too, he’ll mean it, then Jungkook will know. He’ll know how Jimin feels. But he can’t help himself when he’s staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He never can. “Of course I want you.”

The smile on Jungkook’s face seems genuine, like he’s truly relieved at the news, like there’s the tiniest chance he does really mean it. “This is what I’ve always wanted,” he says, darting forward to kiss Jimin again, mumbling against his lips. “Been trying to get you to realize for ages now.”

Jimin’s hands fly up to hold Jungkook’s face as they kiss, the omega’s tongue tasting his lips, eagerly seeking entrance. He’s all too willing to open up, tongues meeting between them, Jungkook’s curling inside his mouth, tasting every bit of him it can reach. His hands ruck Jimin’s shirt up, fingers burning trails up his back.

If Jimin didn’t know any better, he would think he drank more than he remembers. Jungkook is intoxicating, making him feel heady and delirious, the room spinning around him faster with every touch. He can’t even keep track of Jungkook’s hands as they tear away every bit of clothing on him; he feels Jungkook everywhere.

“Sit back on the bed, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, hands on Jimin’s waist. As Jimin drops back on the bed, Jungkook tugs at his pants, and Jimin too eagerly leans back and arches his hips up.

He hadn’t even realized how hard he had gotten just from kissing Jungkook; his scent alone must have done a number on him, considering he’s already painfully aroused, trembling with relief when Jungkook’s hand wraps around him. He almost feels like he’s the one lost in the haze of a heat as lightheaded as he is.

Jimin’s lips part in silent gasps as Jungkook crawls over him, hand pumping his cock, swiping a bead of precome around to get his length wet, easing the slide. He catches the nape of Jungkook’s neck, pulling him forward to nibble at his lower lip, kissing the mole beneath it; the one he’s always dreamed of kissing.

Jungkook settles himself on Jimin’s lap, fingers dragging down his chest, thumb rubbing over his nipple and making Jimin twitch and writhe beneath him. Every touch fills Jimin with a shock of electricity. They’ve only just started and already he feels like it’s too much. Even the simplest grazes from Jungkook are overpowering.

“Kook,” Jimin sighs into the kiss, pushing Jungkook back just enough to look at him. “C’mere…” He scoots back, moving to lean against the headboard, pulling Jungkook along to settle on his lap again. Part of him still worries that Jungkook might come to regret this, but they’ve already taken it this far and Jungkook is exquisite like this, all heavy breaths and flushed skin.

He pulls Jungkook close enough to hold their cocks together, stroking them as Jungkook stares down at him. His breath escapes him when Jungkook sighs, lips parted, all pink and kiss-swollen. Jungkook’s hand slides away from Jimin’s chest, reaching behind himself, and Jimin can hear the squelch of slick gushing out of him as he pushes his fingers into his own hole, eyes rolling back at the sensation.

Jimin runs his hands along Jungkook’s thighs, staring up at him as he slides his fingers in and out of himself, hips rocking back to take them deeper. He knows he should be doing something besides lazily stroking their cocks and watching Jungkook fingering himself open but he can’t think past the sweetness permeating the air, the humid thickness pressing in around them.

Jungkook whimpers, eyes closed, head thrown back as he hovers over Jimin. Jimin can feel slick on his thighs, dripping out of Jungkook, warm and potent in its sweet scent. It has his cock twitching, aching. “F-fuck, it hurts, Jiminie,” he whines, fucking back on his fingers again. He can hear the slick gushing from the omega, his mouth watering at the thought of it. “Need… more than this.”

“Let me make you feel better—” Jimin starts, trying to sit up straighter, forcing his dizzy head to function for once. But Jungkook pushes him back down with a hand on his chest.

“No. Stay just like that, baby. Wanna ride you. Make me feel so good. Can’t wait to have your knot inside me.” Jungkook takes in a shuddering breath, head lolling forward for their eyes to meet again. “Finger me, Jiminie. Want you to stretch my hole so it’s nice and ready for your knot.”

Jimin’s mouth goes dry suddenly, lips parted, eyes wide as he nods. He keeps his slow pace on their cocks as he reaches his other hand behind Jungkook, sliding it across his ass cheek, squeezing it. Jungkook actually smile at that, despite the discomfort from his heat. He leans down to kiss Jimin again.

His ass is wet with slick, the syrupy substance spread across his cheeks, and Jimin has to resist the urge to bring his hand back to his mouth and lick it up. He finds Jungkook’s hole, fluttering around his own two fingers already, needing so much more, and he teases at the ring of muscle before he starts to slide one inside.

“Feel how wet I am for you?” Jungkook whispers, Jimin shuddering at the heat against his ear, the slide of Jungkook tongue along it before his teeth catch the lobe and tug. “You can do more than one. Need more than one.”

Jimin groans as Jungkook kisses him again, reveling in the warmth of Jungkook’s tight, wet hole. He does as Jungkook asks, sinking two inside of him, slipping in up to his knuckles, soaked in slick, making it drip down Jungkook’s legs.

“Wanted you for so long, Jimin.”

Jimin forgets how to breathe, knuckle deep in slick, Jungkook’s hole clenching around him, desperate for more. For something bigger. For Jimin’s cock. For his knot. They stretch him out together, fingers pressing deep inside him, every slide tugging another gasp from Jungkook’s lips, barely audible praises mumbled alongside pitchy moans.

“Never been this wet before,” Jungkook purrs, one hand curling under Jimin’s chin, tipping his head back to make him look Jungkook in the eye. He slides his own fingers out of himself, clenching around Jimin’s fingers and then pushing more slick out of himself, making it pool around Jimin’s hand. “Been waiting for your knot for so long.”

Jungkook’s lips brush over Jimin’s, his hand still holding his chin. He leans back, lifting his other hand to Jimin’s mouth, his fingers still covered in slick. Jimin feels drunk off the scent, suddenly so strong he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to forget it after this night.

“Wanna taste me, baby?” Jungkook asks, the words barely leaving him before Jimin leans forward to take his fingers into his mouth. His eyes lock with Jungkook’s and he can’t look away, captivated by the little grin on Jungkook’s lips as he sucks on the digits. “So good, Jiminie.”

Jimin’s tongue swirls around Jungkook’s fingers, his own still fucking into the omega’s hole, and then suddenly Jungkook pushes his tongue down. His fingers slide deeper into Jimin’s mouth, into his throat, gagging him. Jungkook watches him with hooded eyes, lips curled up at the corners.

He starts to pull his fingers back out but Jimin tightens his lips around them, sucking them back in, making sure he cleans off every drop of slick before swallowing it down. Jimin releases them, then presses his fingers deep inside Jungkook and bends them just right to nestle against Jungkook’s prostate.

The omega jerks his hips up at first, a whiny moan escaping him before he sinks back down on Jimin’s fingers, three in now.

“God, you’re so tight even on my fingers, Kook,” Jimin sighs, staring up at his best friend, at the look of complete euphoria on his face. “Gonna feel so good to have my cock in you. Wanted you for so long.”

“Keep talking to me like that,” Jungkook sighs, sounding breathless, winded by Jimin’s words. “Love hearing how much you want me. Tell me again.” He bites down on his lower lip, gaze piercing into Jimin once again. “Tell me you want me. Tell me how bad you wanna feel my wet hole stretched around you, feel me getting even wetter with your come in my ass.”

Jimin shivers, eyes closing, head tipping back as he arches up to search for friction. “Fuck, Kook— Can’t even— Can’t think with you talking like that.”

A hand claps around his wrist, dragging his fingers from Jungkook’s hole. He watches as Jungkook lifts Jimin’s hand to his own mouth, tongue lapping up his own slick, eyes never leaving Jimin’s.

“Have you ever knotted someone before?” Jungkook asks, keeping Jimin’s fingers against his lips, his breath hot on them.

All the haziness vanishes from Jimin’s mind and he suddenly snaps back to reality, red rushing to his face. No, he hasn’t. He’s never knotted anyone. He’s always suffered through his ruts with nothing but the help of his hand and some pricey toys.

“That’s okay,” Jungkook says with a smile, leaning in to press his forehead to Jimin’s. “I’ve never been knotted. Always wanted you to be my first.”

Jimin closes his eyes, lets those words sink in as Jungkook shifts forward, his hand steadying Jimin’s cock, aligning it with his hole. He shudders at the feeling of the tip sinking into Jungkook’s wet warmth, and then he panics.

“Wait— Kook—” Jimin’s hands grasp at Jungkook’s hips, making the omega go rigid, eyes wide as he leans back to stare down at Jimin. “Are you still on the pill?”

Jungkook chuckles, and the sound makes Jimin’s heart thud. “Of course dummy. You’re so cute, always so concerned for me.” He leans down, fingers brushing through Jimin’s hair as he rolls his hips, sliding Jimin’s cock between his cheeks. “You always take such good care of me, Jiminie. I know you’ll make me feel so good tonight.”

“I will,” Jimin sighs into Jungkook’s mouth, lips lingering on lips, fingers stroking through the omega’s hair. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Jungkook sinking onto his cock, tight heat engulfing him, slick squishing around him and making the slide rather easy. Jungkook is so, so wet. For him. He’s wet for Jimin. “Use my cock, baby, use it to get off. Make you feel so much better.”

Jungkook bites his own lip, clamping down on it hard as he takes Jimin’s cock in all the way, bottoming out. As he adjusts, his hands on Jimin’s chest and clenched into tight fists, Jimin massages his sides. “You stretch me out so good with that big alpha cock, Jimin, feels so good inside me.”

“Yeah? That’s good. Just want you to feel good, Kook.” Jimin nips at Jungkook’s lower lip, making him grin before leaning in for a chaste kiss. He’s almost proud that Jungkook feels better already just with Jimin’s cock in him.

“So good.” Jungkook sits upright, hands sliding to brace against Jimin’s shoulders now, Jimin’s hands on his hips. “Gonna ride you until you knot me, baby. Can’t wait to feel that knot inside me, fucking me wide open.”

Jimin tries to respond but he chokes on his words when Jungkook suddenly lifts his hips and snaps them back down, burying Jimin’s cock inside his ass again. His tight hole sucks Jimin right up like he was made for this, sweet, syrupy slick drenching his length as Jungkook fucks himself onto it.

Jimin’s toes curl and his head snaps back against the headboard, slick dripping down over his balls now. He didn’t even think an omega could get this wet, but he loves it, he loves everything about this.

The sight of Jungkook bouncing on his cock, looking in complete ecstasy, pushing his own hair back from his face, is unbelievable. His fingers burn trails of fire down Jimin’s chest, nails scratching him lightly, and he doesn’t slow down. Jimin’s cock disappears inside of him over and over, fucking him open, and he takes it like he’s done this a thousand times, his heat urging him on.

Jimin’s never seen or felt anything like this. The tight squeeze of Jungkook’s hole around his cock has his head spinning, the sound of his moans—high and breathy and mixed with cries of Jimin’s name—make him feel on the verge of coming too hard, too soon.

Jimin can’t help but dig his fingers into Jungkook’s hips, kneading at the soft flesh of his thighs. He hears his own breathing, unsteady and heavy as he watches Jungkook, watches the omega do what he needs to sate his heat. He’s ravenous, trembling every time he drops himself back onto Jimin’s cock, pounding it against his prostate over and over and over until he’s almost crying.

“S-so big, Jiminie,” he whines, head tipped back, lips quivering, hole clenching around Jimin, searching for a knot to shove inside himself. It’s coming, Jimin can feel it, and Jungkook’s voice only spurs it on faster. “Gonna knot me so good, baby. That knot’s gonna feel so amazing inside me.”

Jungkook looks down at him, still keeping up his pace on Jimin’s cock as he grabs the alpha’s wrists. He drags Jimin’s hands up, trailing them over his abs. “Touch me. Wanna feel you everywhere when you knot me.”

Jimin’s resolve snaps, feeling the pulsing of his knot as it forms. He flattens his hands across Jungkook’s chest, touching him just like he asked, teasing and pinching experimentally at Jungkook’s nipples. Whimpers and mewls for more meet his ears, and Jimin knows he’s found one of Jungkook’s most sensitive spots, something that can flood his body with the pleasure he needs and deserves.

Jimin sinks lower against the pillows, bracing himself to snap his hips up, giving Jungkook’s nipples both a gentle pinch and twist. Jungkook’s whole body twitches, eyes squeezing shut briefly as he moans. His cock jerks between them, wet and leaking, curled high against his stomach.

He buries himself as deep inside Jungkook as he can, the base of his cock swelling as Jungkook’s breathing grows more rapid, eyes shut tight now. Jungkook seems overcome with pleasure, in complete ecstasy with Jimin obeying his every command, touching him wherever Jungkook guides his hand as his cock slams into him.

Jimin’s breaths speed up and grow shakier with every thrust, Jungkook letting go of his wrist to stroke at his own cock. For some reason, Jimin can’t take his eyes off the way Jungkook so desperately pumps at his cock, urging himself to come with Jimin, his thighs flexing and working to fuck himself down onto Jimin’s fully formed knot now.

With slick everywhere—staining the sheets, drenching Jimin’s lap, decorating the backs of Jungkook’s thighs in a pretty gloss—heavy pants and moans and sickeningly sweet, humid air hanging around them, Jimin rocks his hips up hard, Jungkook pushing down at the same time.

Jungkook’s hole stretches wide around Jimin’s knot as he shoves it inside, filling him up until he’s finally full enough that his heat stops rearing its head quite so much. Jimin cries out the omega’s name as he comes inside of him, painting his insides white, and tears of ecstasy decorate Jungkook’s face.

There’s a chant of “yes, yes, yes” as Jungkook’s hips jerk down erratically, like he just can’t enough of Jimin’s knot, his eyes shut tight. His whole body jerks as he spills over his hand, his toes curling, teeth gritted around a scream of pleasure. It’s breathtaking, watching him shudder as he finishes, sweating dripping down his temple, his hair plastered to his face.

And then he falls forward to rest his head on Jimin’s shoulder and Jimin instantly wraps him up in a tight embrace, fingers trailing up and down his spine. Jimin listens to his breathing as it slows, feels his heart still pounding.

“Are you comfortable?” Jimin asks, turning his head to press kisses to Jungkook’s temple, tasting the salt of his sweat on his lips. “Are you cold?”

Jungkook shakes his head, but the slight tremor in his body betrays him. Jimin does his best to shift around and tug the sheets up and around Jungkook’s shoulders. He can’t just sit here and let Jungkook be miserable as they wait for his knot to go down.

“Feeling better?” he coos in Jungkook’s ear, stroking his hair. He takes in a shaky breath as Jungkook leans back, afraid of what he’s going to see in his eyes now that he has a moment of clarity.

Regret? Shame? What if it really was just his heat making him think that way all along?

“So much better, Jimin,” Jungkook sighs, hand caressing the side of Jimin’s face. “And, yeah, I’m comfortable just like this… If you are.” He waits until Jimin nods, then he smiles. “Good. We’ll wait like this for your knot to go down. And then…” Jungkook leans in, hot breath hitting Jimin’s lips. He can taste Jungkook on the air again. “I want you to fuck me again, babe. And again and again. Okay?”

Jimin’s pulse races, his hands tightening on Jungkook as the omega kisses him once, then trails his lips along his jaw.

“Want you to fuck me on my back, holding my legs up and just pounding as deep into me as you can go. I wanna feel you all over me, feel everything inside of me. Wanna feel the memory of that knot inside me for days after.” He plants a deceptively innocent kiss to Jimin’s cheekbone. “Can you do that for me, baby? Fuck me so good I’ll never forget how it feels?”

“I can do that,” Jimin answers without hesitation, breath hitching when Jungkook kisses him again. “Do anything for you.”

Jungkook grinds down on Jimin’s knot, making the alpha twitch and moan again, legs bending and heels digging into the mattress. He falls into a trance in Jungkook’s arms, only capable of following the rhythm of his hips as he keeps grinding, seeking more—always seeking more—and the pressure of his lips against Jimin’s.

When his knot subsides and Jungkook teases him back to hardness, Jimin does exactly what Jungkook asked and more.

He fucks him on his back, feet in the air, legs hitched over Jimin’s shoulders, his fingers digging into Jimin’s back. He fucks him against the headboard, Jungkook’s hands reaching back to knead at Jimin’s ass and guide him, dictating the speed and angle and power of Jimin’s thrusts.

The room reeks of sex and slick and pheromones, of sweat and come as it drips down Jungkook’s thighs along with his own slick. It overwhelms them both, intoxicating, making them both drunk on each other.

It has Jimin’s head in such a groggy state that if he didn’t have his face buried between Jungkook’s cheeks, tongue delving inside him to drink up slick and his own come, he fears he would foolishly sink his teeth into Jungkook’s neck. He would no doubt mate him tonight if he could. He wouldn’t hesitate.

But this is his best friend and neither of them are in their right mind anymore. He could never do that to Jungkook.

 

Sometime during the night, Jimin dreams of hands trailing over his body, lips kissing along his abs, attaching to his hipbone to suck a light bruise there. He dreams of a warmth hand around his dick and that’s what wakes him up.

A lust-dazed Jungkook kisses back up his neck, hand pumping his semi-hard cock, and Jimin’s hands fly up to hold his hips. “Sorry,” Jungkook whispers against his skin. “C-Can’t help myself. Need your knot. My…” He leans back, swallows hard. “My heat. It’s hurting again. Please, Jimin… Need to ride you again.”

Jimin glances over at the clock. They only slept a couple hours. He never knew helping an omega through their heat would be so exhausting. It’s worth it, though. At least when the omega is Jungkook.

“Yeah, okay, of course,” he murmurs, sitting up right, Jungkook helping him up so he can scoot back to lean on the headboard. Jungkook crawls after him, glazed eyes staring into Jimin’s, hand slowly pumping his cock. He looks unreal like this, like something from a dream. Jimin wonders if he’s still asleep right now. “Go ahead, baby. Do what you need to do.”

Jungkook presses his forehead against Jimin’s, eyes drifting closed. “Thank you,” he says before pulling Jimin into a tender kiss. He breaks away before Jimin can return it, his heat making his body ache and crave Jimin’s knot. He can’t wait around with kissing Jimin, Jimin knows that. Jungkook needs his knot and he needs it now.

When Jungkook turns around, Jimin finds himself lost, confused about why he’s facing away from him. “Kook—”

“Gonna ride you like this, Jiminie,” Jungkook says, glancing over his shoulder at him as he settles his knees into the mattress, straddling Jimin with his back to him. “Want you to be able to see yourself fucking me open, how wet I get your cock with my slick, how good I stretch for you when you knot me. Want you to see it all, baby.”

Jimin feels like he can’t breathe, slipping back into that delirium only Jungkook seems to be able to throw him into. He slides his hands over Jungkook’s thighs as he watches slick slip out of him, leaning back against the haphazardly placed pillows behind him for a better view. Jungkook is still loose from earlier, already thoroughly fucked and knotted so many times but it never seems to be enough for him and Jimin is more than okay with that.

He can hear Jungkook murmur something about wanting Jimin, about needing to feel him inside again, and it makes Jimin shudder as he steadies his cock with one hand, the other on Jungkook’s hip. Jungkook looks back over his shoulder as Jimin guides him down, sliding easily inside this time.

Jungkook’s walls still feel warm around him, still clench tight on his cock as Jungkook tips his head back and sighs in relief. He’s wet with slick and come from earlier, his ass cheeks pink from the force of Jimin pounding into him all night. He gets why Jungkook wanted him to see this, to be able to watch as he lifts his hips and sinks back down on Jimin’s cock.

It’s a sight he’ll never get out of his head for the rest of his life. Watching Jungkook’s hole suck him right in, the entire length of his cock vanishing into the omega’s ass, slick glistening on it when Jungkook’s thighs flex to lift himself off again.

Jimin’s head spins, hands gripping Jungkook’s thighs as the omega fucks himself onto Jimin’s dick, taking him hard, taking him deep, shuddering and moaning and whining for more until Jimin’s knot begins to form.

He slides his hand up Jungkook’s side, soothing him as bounces faster on Jimin’s lap, seeking that knot. Jungkook grabs Jimin’s wrist, dragging it around to make stroke at Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook is wet; wet around Jimin’s cock, wet in his hand, dripping for him. The scent of his slick and their sweat mingles and Jimin feels drunk on it, body tingling, feeling like he’s floating as Jungkook grabs Jimin’s hips to brace himself as he shoves himself down on Jimin’s knot.

He stretches around Jimin, fucked open wide by his knot as it locks Jimin inside him. His walls squeeze tight as he comes over Jimin’s hand, the extra pressure around Jimin tugging his orgasm from him. He spills his seed inside Jungkook, filling him up full, full of his cock and his come, and Jungkook lets out a breathy moan as he does, long and satisfied like this is all he’s ever needed.

There are tears of relief at the corners of Jungkook’s eyes, sweat rolling down his back. Jimin’s never seen a heat hit him so hard, his whole body flushed red. He seems in so much pain if he’s not on Jimin’s knot.

Jungkook leans back, resting on Jimin’s chest as he catches his breath. Jimin wipes his come-covered hand on the sheets before wrapping his arms around the silent omega.

He’s glad he can be here for Jungkook through this, even if they come to regret it in the morning, he can’t imagine letting his best friend suffer through this alone.

It’s not the most comfortable, the way they’re lying with Jungkook sprawling on top of him, his back pressed to Jimin’s chest, but it keeps Jungkook close and Jimin warm, so he’s not complaining.

He would never complain about getting to hold Jungkook.

 

~♡~

 

Jimin shakes his hair out of his face as he stabs at the eggs on the stove. Jungkook, last he knew, is still sprawled across his own bed and sleeping soundly, wrapped up in the pile of blankets Jimin had buried him under.

He knows Jungkook well enough to know that he has a tendency to get cold whenever his heat subsides or as it’s ending. Jimin hates seeing him shiver and shake, so he had stayed in bed as long as he could, cuddling Jungkook to keep him warm. Once morning came and Jungkook seemed sated, comfortable, and entirely eased out of his heat, Jimin had slipped away to cook them both breakfast.

His mind races as he cooks, wondering what Jungkook will say or do once he wakes up. How will he react now that he’s thinking clearly again? Will he find it strange that Jimin was so damn willing to fuck him through his heat? Has Jimin effectively ruined their friendship by doing this? Was it worth it?

Jimin sighs as he removes the eggs from the stove, scooping them onto two separate plates to join the rest of the food he had made for them.

“‘Morning.”

He spins around to find Jungkook wobbling into the room in a robe, seeming a bit unsteady on his feet. Jimin’s not sure if it’s simply because he’s just woken up and still feels groggy or if it’s a slight limp. What if he got too rough? Somewhere in the midst of Jungkook’s heat, Jimin had just let go, gave in to his every desire.

“Hey. I was just about to come wake you up.”

“I could smell the food,” Jungkook says with a grin as he circles around the counter. “So, of course, I just woke right up. Food is the only way to summon me.”

Jimin smiles fondly back at his friend, holding out a plate of food for him. Jungkook doesn’t meet his eyes for a moment as he reaches for the plate. He seems surprisingly bashful compared to how he has been for the last couple of nights. The filth that poured from his lips doesn’t seem like something that should fit in the same mouth that gives Jimin this coy smile now.

“Thanks,” Jungkook says, and then he leans in and pecks Jimin on the lips as he slips the plate away from his grasp. He doesn’t move, just stands there and smiles back at Jimin, eyes darting over his face like he’s waiting for a reaction. But Jimin is frozen. Thoroughly, utterly frozen in place.

The world stops spinning when Jungkook leans in and kisses him again, lips tender and sweet, letting this one last. He’s kissing Jimin. Kissing him. His heat is over, he’s not drunk. As far as Jimin knows he’s thinking with a clear mind and he’s kissing Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t kiss him back, still frozen in place, hands still up where he had been holding Jungkook’s plate before. If he could even make his mind form even a single coherent thought, he would hate himself for not returning the kiss.

Jungkook leans back again, red in the face and staring at the ground now. “And thanks for staying with me this weekend,” he murmurs, shuffling his feet against the linoleum floor. “Really… Really helped.”

All Jimin can do is nod in response as Jungkook turns and makes for the couch, plopping down on it. Jimin has to summon up the courage to go sit with him. He hates that he has to feel any kind of tension with his best friend like this. He and Jungkook have always worked like a well-oiled machine with each other, always smooth sailing between the two of them.

His fear had been that Jungkook would regret last night, that he wouldn’t want Jimin around anymore. Instead, it’s Jimin being the weird one here. He’s the one panicking, confused, worried. Jungkook is acting as if nothing ever happened. Maybe he should too. Maybe they should just both forget about it.

Forget that Jimin just spent an entire weekend fucking his best friend through his heat.

Forget that he just took Jeon Jungkook’s virginity as well as losing his own.

Yeah, he can totally just forget about that. No problem. No problem at all.

“Jiminie,” Jungkook coos, and Jimin spares him the tiniest glance. “You— Do you regret it?”

Jimin snaps his head around to look at Jungkook, his heart aching when he sees the uncertainty in Jungkook’s eyes, the same fear that Jimin’s been feeling. Guilt claws at his throat. It’s his own insecurities that have made Jungkook feel this way. If he would just stop acting so weird Jungkook would have no reason to think Jimin isn’t terribly, deeply in love with him.

“I don’t—”

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Jiminie, it’s okay,” Jungkook says, and the way he smiles despite the obvious hurt in his eyes strikes right through Jimin’s heart like a lightning bolt. “I get it. It just sort of happened. So, really… thank you for putting up with me and…” He just shrugs, turning his attention to his food.

Jimin takes a deep breath. It’s now or never. He would be a fool to think that Jungkook doesn’t feel something for him now, right? Surely he does. Why else would he act like this? So worried, so subdued…

Setting his own plate aside, Jimin leans forward to take Jungkook’s as well. He sets it on the coffee table, rather lacking in grace as he does it, and crawls across the couch. Jungkook’s eyes go wide as Jimin takes his face in his hands and crushes their lips together.

Jungkook’s hands hover beside him for a moment before finally twisting into the sides of his shirt, pulling him closer. He lies back, tugging Jimin on top of himself, his legs spreading to let Jimin fit between them.

When Jimin finally pulls back, propping himself up to stare down at Jungkook, the omega beams brighter than the sun. He brushes one hand along Jimin’s cheek, knuckles tracing his jawbone. “So…”

“I don’t regret it one bit,” Jimin says, hair falling into his eyes as he shakes his head. “I would never. Not with you. Ever. You have no idea how long I’ve been in love with you, Kook, but I just never thought— I mean, why would someone like you want me? All the alphas you could choose from… Why me? I’m just… me.”

Because you’re you,” Jungkook whispers, pulling Jimin forward to peck him on the lips again. “Why would I want any of those other stupid alphas when you’re right here being fucking perfect all the time?”

Jimin snorts, slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle the grating sound. He shuffles away from Jungkook, moving to sit cross-legged on the couch and face his best friend. “I wouldn’t say I’m perfect…”

“I would. I just did.” Jungkook shifts forward, leaving barely an inch of space between himself and Jimin and he reaches out. Jimin’s heart thuds as Jungkook takes his hands and pulls them into his lap. “I meant what I said about wanting you. I have for a long time. As in… as long as we’ve known each other.”

The redness of Jungkook’s cheeks makes Jimin melt, his body leaning in toward Jungkook out of instinct. Jungkook just smiles, scooting forward to meet Jimin’s lips in another gentle kiss.

Jimin relishes the softness of Jungkook’s lips, how small they are, how pink and petite. He’s still having a hard time wrapping his head around his best friend feeling the same as him but hell if he ruins his chance to keep kissing him, touching him.

“For the record,” he mumbles into the kiss, Jungkook tugging him closer and closer, pulling him on top of himself again as he stretches out on the couch. “I’ve always wanted you, too.”

Jungkook only hums in response, distracted by the tongue teasing his lips, sliding into his mouth. His arms circle around Jimin’s neck, locking him in a soft embrace as they taste each other, their breakfast long forgotten. They can eat later, for now they need to catch up on all they’ve missed out on together.

 

~♡~

 

“So you’re telling me you two got together by drunkenly fucking Jungkook through his heat and then you mated him two days later?” Taehyung asks, ogling the mark on Jimin’s neck, eyes wide. He glances up at his friend, still tipping Jimin’s chin up for a better view of his neck, and shakes his head. “Whipped.”

“I mean, they’ve been pining for each other for years, though,” Yoongi says with a shrug. “It’s really not that wild when you think about it.”

“He’s got a point,” Hoseok says with a noncommittal shrug when Jimin frowns at him. “Just saying.” He points past Jimin. “The alphas are swarming again.”

Jimin spins around, a grin on his lips when he sees Jungkook waving some alpha off, leaning away from the guy slightly with an apologetic smile. His eyes meet Jimin’s as the alpha stalks off, rejected, then he pushes his way through the crowd to Jimin.

Their friends all fall silent as Jungkook sidles up to Jimin, wrapping his arms around his waist and laying his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “Dance with me?” he coos, Seokjin rolling his eyes at Jungkook fakes coyness, lashes batting.

Jimin chuckles, slipping an arm around Jungkook’s waist. “Of course,” he says, earning a brilliant smile and a peck on the lips from his mate. Jungkook catches his hand and pulls him out toward the dance floor.

As they collide together, Jungkook burying his face into Jimin’s neck, Jimin reaches Cloud 9. His arms hold Jungkook tight and close, keeping their figures fitted together so perfectly it makes Jimin’s heart soar.

He wonders if anyone else looks at him with the same envy he felt before, if anyone wishes they could be the ones holding Jungkook right now. They have to, right? Everyone wants Jungkook. He’s perfect.

But he’s Jimin’s now, and Jimin is his, and neither of them are letting go of that.