When Taehyung first suggests that Jimin move in with his friend who's looking for a roommate, Jimin assumes he's lost his mind.
Yes, he needs a place to stay, recently out of an apartment and a relationship with his asshole ex who didn't want anything to do with Jimin after finding out he was pregnant ("I will literally rip his dick off next time I see him," Taehyung said so calmly that it terrified even Jimin). But he's heard Taehyung talk about Jungkook before, and—
"He's an alpha."
Taehyung shrugs. "Yeah, so?"
"I'm—I'm pregnant, I just got away from an alpha, why would I want to live with another one?" Jimin doesn't particularly care if Taehyung's alpha roommate, Yoongi, can hear him. Yoongi isn't too impressed with the alpha population either.
"Ohh," Taehyung says slowly. "Oh, of course. Jimin-ah, my soulmate, my best friend. Let me tell you a little bit about Jeon Jungkookie."
And so Jimin learns that Jungkook, although an alpha, is one of the softest people Taehyung knows. Polite, respectful, actually kind of shy. Has never even been in a long-term relationship before, as far as Taehyung is aware. Jimin eventually agrees to meet him, only because Taehyung has dealt with Jimin's hysterical pregnant ass the past two months and definitely wouldn't put him in an uncomfortable situation, but also because Jimin can't keep imposing on Taehyung and his roommates forever.
"Besides, it's not like you have to worry about going into heat around him or anything," Taehyung says, rubbing Jimin's barely-there bump, and Jimin groans and swats Taehyung's hands away from his belly.
The pregnancy wasn't planned, of course, and not something Jimin ever would have wanted for himself before being mated. But having a little over a year of not going through heats is a pretty sweet deal.
The first thing Jimin notices about Jungkook is that he smells fucking delicious.
Maybe the scent is amplified because Jimin is just coming out of weeks and weeks of morning sickness (and afternoon sickness, and evening sickness) and finally starting to enjoy food again, or maybe Jungkook's scent is always that good. But he smells warm like fresh dough, a little spicy and sweet like cinnamon sugar, and then that hint of something darker all alpha scents have.
They greet each other politely in the entrance to Jungkook's apartment, and Jimin has to hold back from shoving his face into Jungkook's neck to breathe in his scent from the source. (Taehyung gives Jimin an incredulous but amused look when Jimin points at Jungkook's back and mouths the word hotteok, and then mimes biting into one.)
Jungkook is unfairly handsome, too, although Jimin isn't very surprised by that, because a lot of Taehyung's friends are. His dark hair is a little wavy where it frames his face and his eyes are pretty and wide, bright, his smile toothy and charming. He is a little taller and broader than Jimin, but not so much it's intimidating. He's younger by two years, the boyish youthfulness of his good looks shining through particularly when he laughs, but he does have a degree and a stable job, like Jimin.
As they talk, Jimin realizes that Jungkook really is as sweet and shy as Taehyung says. He doesn't bring up Jimin's pregnancy or his unmarked neck at all, but he does make sure Jimin is comfortable when they sit down, offers him something to drink and smiles easily when Taehyung teases him for being a polite host.
"My previous roommate decided to travel for a year or two, so his room is yours for as long as you need it. Let me show you—"
The room has long been cleaned, so it's nearly scentless except for traces of Jungkook's relaxing scent, which Jimin appreciates. It's comfortable, the walls a pale yellow and the rest of it decorated in warm colors and beautifully calming artwork of butterflies and forests and hot air balloons. The bed in particular is bigger than Taehyung's and is already topped with extra pillows of all sizes (maybe his previous roommate was an omega as well?), and it tickles at Jimin's nesting instincts, already has him wanting to rearrange things and make a home here.
"There's only one bathroom, but the tub is big so it's nice for baths. Anything in the kitchen or the living room is yours to use, of course, including the gaming consoles. Um, I only ask that you warn me if you're going to have anyone over? But other than that—"
"Ah, that's not really a problem, Taehyungie's probably the only one I would have over," Jimin says, and he can feel when Taehyung rests his chin on Jimin's shoulder, an arm sliding around his waist to hug Jimin gently from behind. "Jungkook-ssi... it's really not a problem for you that I'm pregnant, and unmated? I'm sure it won't be long before I'm tossing and turning at night, and complaining about aches and pains, and using the bathroom once an hour."
At this, Jungkook just smiles, ducking his head when his cheeks start to turn pink. It's not at all the reaction Jimin is expecting. "No, of course I don't mind. Sometimes I stay up too late gaming so I'm not much better. I'll do my best to help in any way I can, though."
Taehyung squeezes Jimin's waist, and Jimin bows to Jungkook in thanks, which seems to fluster him more. They move into the kitchen to look over the leasing contract and just like that, it's settled.
"Ahh, Taehyung-ah, where did you even find him," Jimin complains loudly to Taehyung when they're heading back to his apartment later, and Taehyung snickers.
"I mean, he can be obnoxious once you get to know him. But he was raised by two progressive omegas, his last roommate was an older omega who was kind of like a mentor to him. He's not your typical alpha. And he knows I'll beat him up if he's disrespectful towards you in any way, so."
"I'm pretty sure he has more muscles than you," Jimin comments, and Taehyung's eyebrows go up.
"Oh? You were already checking out his muscles, Jimin-ah?"
Jimin, to his horror, feels his face heat up. "Yah, stop, that's not what I meant—"
"I guess I can't complain, he's already nicer than the guys you usually go for." Taehyung doesn't say it to be unkind, but Jimin still grimaces, aware of his bad luck with ex-boyfriends, how they always seem nice at first but turn out to be assholes. He's only known Jungkook for a few hours but he still can't imagine him being like those other alphas. Not that it matters either way.
"I'm not going for anyone! I'm still pregnant! No more talking about this."
Taehyung is silent for about fifteen seconds, and then asks, "So do you want a link to Jungkookie's Instagram to check out his gym selfies, or...?"
Jimin whacks the back of Taehyung's head.
Jimin moves into Jungkook's apartment four days later. They don't let him do any heavy lifting, which he's only a little annoyed by, so he makes it up to them by cooking lunch, not sure if it's a hyung thing or an omega thing to be so pleased, seeing Jungkook eat well.
"I'll need to learn more recipes so I can cook for you too," Jungkook says with a soft smile, after thanking Jimin for the meal, and Jimin knows it's too early for the answering flutter in his stomach to be baby-related. That these particular butterflies have to be Jungkook-related, then. Of course, Jungkook then somehow manages to make it worse by adding, "You know, the both of you."
Jimin wants to melt. His omega purrs at the thought of Jungkook taking care of him, and Jimin tells himself that's perfectly normal and platonic, even if he doesn't really believe it.
It takes a week or two, but they do get used to living together, despite Jimin's wariness of alphas and Jungkook's awkwardly eager determination to make Jimin comfortable. Jimin scents his bedding almost immediately and makes a proper nest of it, pillows set up so there are ones he can lean against when his back is hurting, and blankets bunched up even though he knows he's going to start feeling warmer as his pregnancy progresses, will probably end up kicking half the blankets off the bed during the night.
Jungkook grows more comfortable around Jimin but still never teases him for shifting his sitting position so often or for his frequent bathroom breaks or for his weird cravings, or for anything relating to his pregnancy, really. It's refreshingly mature, and Jimin can't believe how safe he feels in what is essentially an alpha's bachelor den, growing used to Jungkook's scent until eventually it's just as soothing as it still is delicious.
It's a little embarrassing when even his doctor comments on how content Jimin is during a prenatal appointment, on how he's carrying traces of an alpha's scent. Jimin vehemently denies that he's seeing anyone and then whines, a little scandalized, when the doctor suggests that Jimin have a little sexy fun with this alpha who's making him so happy.
And that, well... Jimin is growing bigger and more uncomfortable every week but his hormones are stubborn as hell, have Jimin getting turned on at inappropriate moments like he's a teenager again. Like when Jungkook comes back from working out glistening with sweat and with a scent darker than usual, or when Jungkook wanders out for breakfast early in the morning with messy hair and no shirt on, or when Jungkook offers to massage Jimin's back and is so gentle and thorough about it that Jimin doesn't even care if the alpha can smell how wet he's getting.
Which always leads to Jimin hiding away in his room and taking care of himself with his hand or grinding into a pillow, his frustrated moans and whines muffled into the pillowcase, his eventual orgasm satisfying but not satisfying enough.
The feeling is akin to being in pre-heat, but it's constant, and flares up at the most inconvenient times. Jimin will be in the bathroom brushing his teeth in the morning, still puffy-eyed with sleep, and Jungkook will wander in and playfully ruffle Jimin's already-messy hair, will give him a mischievous look in the mirror and then pull off his shirt to start washing his face.
Jimin will furiously avoid the sight of Jungkook's broad shoulders and sculpted abs and think, This is fine, this is normal between roommates, and then glance in the mirror and catch sight of how pink his cheeks have gotten, will feel the uncomfortable leak of slick in his underwear and rush out of the bathroom before Jungkook realizes.
He thinks sometimes, in these situations, he doesn't escape quite fast enough, with the way Jungkook's nostrils flare, the sharp look he gives Jimin and the way Jungkook's ears steadily flush a deep red.
Jimin eventually confides in Taehyung about it, knows Taehyung will take him seriously if he senses Jimin's genuine distress over his attraction to Jungkook, over his stupid hormones.
Taehyung doesn't seem to see it as much of a problem, though.
"Okay, but like... can't you just ask him if he wants to have sex with you? You're cute, you're lovable, and I'm not even an alpha but you smell really fucking good."
"Yah, what are you talking about? I can't just... And he's too respectful, he probably doesn't even see me that way," Jimin mutters, omega already whining at the thought of being rejected.
Secretly, with how wonderful Jungkook has been to him, and what good company he is in the time they do spend together, Jimin isn't sure if he wants just sex from Jungkook anyway. He's attached to Jungkook in a way he didn't think he'd have to be careful about before, starting to see him less as just a potential opportunity to get dicked down and more as a potential mate. And that's terrifying in ways Jimin isn't ready to think about.
"No one's that respectful," Taehyung snorts, giving Jimin's ass a short slap. Jimin huffs out a surprised noise, embarrassed whenever Taehyung draws attention to how round parts of Jimin (okay, mostly his ass) have gotten, to the way his skin seems to glow now. Jimin was in good shape to begin with so thankfully the extra weight he's been gaining hasn't been too unflattering, but it still makes him self-conscious when it's pointed out.
Except for his belly. For all the aches and pains his pregnancy belly has given him, Jimin loves the little life growing inside of him, happy to know his baby is healthy and getting bigger, that he's even started to feel some kicks.
"Look, if the attraction is there, I don't think there's any harm in trying your luck. Jungkook is sweet, yeah, but he's still a fully grown alpha. All the instincts are still there. He's probably due for his rut in a month or two anyway, so those instincts are only going to get harder for him to ignore. Not that I'm trying to scare you!" Taehyung adds quickly. "But the sexual tension might get a little... intense."
Jimin's eyes widen, hand absently rubbing at his stomach. "Fuck, I completely forgot about his rut. Do you think he'll need me to leave? He—He probably has a regular rut partner, I didn't even think of that—"
"Nah, he always spends his ruts alone," Taehyung says easily. "I think he'd sooner leave for a few days than make you leave your nest that late in your pregnancy, but you can always stay with me, okay?"
"Thanks, TaeTae," Jimin says, nuzzling at his friend's shoulder, and Taehyung hums happily and then says, "But you should definitely still try to get that dick before then."
Jimin enters his sixth month of pregnancy and, much to Taehyung's dismay, still has not made any attempt to 'get that dick.'
There's a shift in his relationship with Jungkook, though, and Jimin isn't sure if he's entirely to blame for it. If it were any other alpha, or if Jimin wasn't round with a baby on the way, he might assume he was being courted half of the time. Jungkook develops this habit of going out of his way to treat Jimin or provide for him, in ways that are a little unusual even for two roommates. Like always making himself available to drive Jimin to work, so he doesn't have to take the bus. Or buying groceries the day before Jimin plans to and getting way too much food, refusing to let Jimin pay him back for any of it.
"I'm going to eat some too, hyung," Jungkook says cheerfully, but his eyes twinkle like he's getting something out of spoiling Jimin like this. Maybe this is the obnoxious Jungkook that Taehyung warned him about.
Jimin's pride is slightly wounded, but he learns to let things like that go. He knows Jungkook has been making some decent money live-streaming video games a couple nights a week, and he does well at his event and portrait photography job too. Jimin teases him, sometimes, about finding himself a boyfriend or girlfriend to spend the money on, but Jungkook just shrugs and mutters, "Would rather spend it on you."
Jimin holds his stomach and wonders now if the warm feeling in his chest is his happy omega or just heartburn.
He still hasn't asked Jungkook when his rut is, worries that it isn't his business to ask about something so personal anyway, but Jimin does start to notice little changes in Jungkook's behavior. He goes from just being available to insisting on driving Jimin places instead of him taking the bus or train, starts to worry if Jimin has been standing for too long, and Jungkook's scent has gotten... thicker. More potent, somehow, and more appealing to the omega, still hormonal and willing to see Jungkook as a potential mate.
Which is how Jimin finds himself nodding off one night on the couch with his head tipped against Jungkook's shoulder, nuzzling absently because of how strong his scent is, so close to his neck. Jimin would probably be horrified if he was more awake, but his head is still wrapped in the warm haze of tiredness, where rubbing his nose all over his roommate seems like a good idea.
"Are you still not sleeping well?" Jungkook asks softly, and Jimin can hear the frown in his voice, can imagine his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"It's hard to stay asleep at night, with my back bothering me," Jimin says, still nosing at Jungkook's shoulder. He yawns, and then realizes as soon as his mouth clicks shut that he's started to purr.
Jimin covers his face in embarrassment, but he can smell the sudden change in Jungkook's scent, how pleased the alpha is when he asks, "Jimin? Are you—"
"No, shut up," Jimin chokes out, but he hiccups out a laugh when Jungkook gently tugs his hands away from his face, purr stuttering for a moment and then starting up louder. Jimin is mortified. The last time he purred was probably a year ago, when he and Taehyung took a night to pamper themselves and Jimin fell asleep to Taehyung petting his hair.
"I've never heard— wow. Hyung."
"It's embarrassing," Jimin mumbles.
"It means you feel safe with me, doesn't it?"
Something about the way Jungkook is looking at him, warm and awed and sparkly-eyed, makes it hard to continue to just wallow in embarrassment. Jimin is still blushing but he feels bold enough to grab Jungkook's hand, guiding his palm to rest over the middle of his swollen belly. Jungkook's eyes go comically wide, and Jimin says, "Hold on, I felt it a second ago, I think the purring woke him up—"
"Him?" Jungkook asks, and then he gasps out loud when the baby starts to kick again, hard little nudges under the skin. Jimin's hand still rests over top Jungkook's and he doesn't even mind that his purr is still going, happy to share this moment with someone, especially someone who makes him feel so safe.
"I'm not sure if it's a he or she yet, it's just a feeling. Ah, he's definitely been more active lately, though."
"It's amazing," Jungkook says, voice surprisingly soft with emotion. "This, the kicking, but... also just the fact you've gotten this far, doing this on your own. You're amazing, Jimin." Jungkook leans in, then, nuzzles briefly at Jimin's cheek — an affectionate gesture, one that Jimin commonly shares with his omega friends, but with Jungkook it lights up a heat inside him, makes him ache suddenly for more. More than just a friendly nuzzle.
"Scent me," Jimin blurts out, and Jungkook draws back, looking ready to argue. "Just— you smell so good, and my omega trusts you. I trust you. Scent me, please?"
"Jimin," Jungkook says in a low voice, strained, and for the first time Jimin thinks he might have a sense of how much Jungkook has been holding back. Jimin's purr has quieted but he can only imagine how thick his own scent is with how content he feels, and to ask for something so intimate on top of that... maybe he's not being completely fair to Jungkook. "You're sure?"
"Yes, if you're okay with it," Jimin says breathlessly, and then he's tilting his head to the side, exposing his neck for the alpha. Even though he's expecting it, he gasps out when there's a nose brushing over his scent gland, the pressure so light at first that it tickles. Jungkook's hand is still spread over Jimin's belly and Jimin squeezes at Jungkook's fingers and lets his eyes flutter shut at the first hot touch of Jungkook's open mouth to his skin, the wet, dragging licks over his scent gland that jolt a new kind of heat in the pit of Jimin's stomach, his scent blooming thick between them.
It feels unfairly good, to submit like this. To hear Jungkook's sharp breaths and feel his hot, damp breath over sensitive skin as he boldly kisses Jimin's neck, enough pressure to get Jimin worked up but not enough to mark, even if Jimin would let him, would beg for it if he could make himself talk.
Jungkook pulls back with one last lick and uses his free hand to slide his fingers into the hair at the back of Jimin's head, guiding his face until Jungkook's scent gland is right under his nose. It's an invitation, explicit permission for Jimin to indulge in the warm scent he's been drooling over for months, and he doesn't resist.
Jimin whines, breathes in deeply and shudders at the pleasure of it, the rich scent of a satisfied alpha, the surprisingly calming affect it has on his omega. He scents back with his own licks and nuzzles, keeps drinking in the wonderful cinnamon bun smell until he feels slightly drunk off it, his purr a stuttering rumble in his throat, instincts whining for something more than this, skin itching for a mating bite.
Jimin turns his face away and tries to catch his breath, the air around them heavy with their combined scents, like cinnamon sugar and milk and honey and the darker smell of desire that neither of them are doing a very good job of hiding right now.
"Fuck," Jungkook swears, voice hoarse. He kisses Jimin's temple and then draws his hand away from Jimin's belly, his eyes so dark when Jimin meets his gaze. "Sorry, I—"
"I'm not sorry," Jimin rasps, stretching his legs out because they've started to feel a little numb from sitting in one position for so long. His toes curl and he becomes aware of the throb between his legs, knows he'll probably have to get himself off again tonight just to be able to sleep without waking up from a wet dream in a puddle of his own slick. He still feels a little dazed, a little greedy from the scenting when he says, "Mm, felt good."
"Yeah?" Jungkook's eyes are still enchantingly dark, his tongue darting out to wet his pink lips in a way that does nothing to help the ache between Jimin's thighs.
"Your scent is so nice, and it makes me feel good," Jimin admits. "I've... I've been wanting to do that for a while."
"Shit," Jungkook swears, and then he tips his head back and laughs, brushing his fingers through his hair. "Jimin-hyung. You're so..."
Jimin's breath hitches, toes curling again. "So what?"
But Jungkook doesn't give him an answer. "Never mind, don't worry about it. Want some ice cream before you go to bed?"
It's a cheap trick, but an effective one. Jimin gives a sulky yes and Jungkook grins and helps him up and into the kitchen, both of them with fading blushes in their faces while they share a bowl of ice cream.
(Jimin knows he ends up eating most of it, letting Jungkook feed him spoonfuls as often as he takes spoonfuls for himself, but he doesn't question it. He lets Jungkook glow with his pride, and gets revenge by smacking a cold, wet kiss to Jungkook's cheek before they head to their separate rooms.)
After that, the lines start to blur a little. Jimin at least knows that Jungkook is aware of the attraction between them now, although he doesn't try to push for anything else. It wouldn't be like Jungkook anyway, to pressure Jimin into something when he's spent months being so careful around him, but he does get more confident. More willing to flirt, just a little, just enough to have Jimin's pulse racing.
Which is why it's probably a bad idea when Jimin accepts Jungkook's offer for a massage, when arousal has already been stirring warmly under his skin all day. But his back aches, and Jungkook's hands are suspiciously talented, like he has more practice with this than he lets on.
"Admit it," Jimin huffs out, on his side in a makeshift nest they both made with pillows and blankets on the living room floor, an extra pillow tucked between his legs (to help with his posture, this time, and not for getting off with). Jimin is wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt but he's already given Jungkook permission to touch the skin underneath it, his hands moving in long, gliding touches up and down Jimin's back, leaving the light smell of cocoa butter in their wake. "You've done this before."
"Rubbed your back?"
"Massaged a pregnant person. You're, oh, too good at this, fuck."
Jungkook huffs out a laugh, and Jimin can hear the shyness in his voice when he says, "Ah, hyung. I just watched some videos to know how to do it. So I don't accidentally hurt you or the baby."
To his horror, hearing how much Jungkook cares — not just about Jimin, but about the pup in his belly — has tears suddenly stinging Jimin's eyes, and he blinks quickly, gasps out an unintentionally distressed noise when Jungkook's hand presses at a sore spot on his lower back.
"Oh god, are you okay? Did I—"
"No, no, it's fine, I'm just." Jimin sniffs, squeezing the pillow between his thighs, annoyed at his body for all the things he's feeling at once. Emotional, grateful, achey, mildly horny. Just another day being pregnant, really. "That's really sweet of you. Ugh, can I have a tissue?"
Jungkook hands him one and then leans down, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin's shoulder. He sounds genuinely apologetic when he says, "Sorry to overwhelm you. It's okay to cry, though, I don't mind."
Jimin sniffles again, his laugh a watery sound. "Yes you do, you get so worried every time."
Jungkook's hands are back on Jimin's skin, rubbing gently at his hips now. "Alright, well. I guess I can't argue that."
"I don't mind, though," Jimin adds with a sigh, leaning greedily into Jungkook's touch. "Can you rub my belly, too?" he asks, feeling drowsy enough that it doesn't register he's asked for something inappropriate until Jungkook's hands still.
"You're okay with that?" Jungkook asks slowly, and Jimin feels his face heat with a sudden blush. If he was bolder, he'd ask for Jungkook to stick his talented hands right down his pants, so yeah, he's definitely okay with that.
"Yeah, if you don't mind? Just— stretch marks, you know."
"Your skin is beautiful," Jungkook says immediately, a little sharply, but Jimin can still hear him squeeze more lotion into his hands, rubbing it between them to warm it before touching Jimin's skin. "Stretch marks or not. They just show what you've gone through, growing a new life inside of you."
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin murmurs, embarrassed, but smiling too. Truthfully, he can't think of many people (excluding his doctor) that he'd let touch him like this, the extra weight he's put on making his hips fleshier, unflattering in ways that are inevitable when you're pregnant. Jungkook isn't just anyone, though. "You're too sweet for an alpha."
Jungkook huffs, almost like he's upset, and Jimin is worried he's offended Jungkook until he says, "You just haven't been with any alpha who's deserved you." And then his warm hands are pushing up Jimin's shirt until his belly is exposed, sweeping over the skin, making sure to cover every inch of his round belly with the lotion, caressing so tenderly Jimin wonders if the baby is sleeping through it. He certainly could fall asleep like this, with careful hands on his belly, Jungkook's warm, calming scent surrounding him.
Jungkook's hands dip a little low on Jimin's hips when getting the lower part of his belly, and the tight ache of arousal flares up, Jimin's thighs squeezing around the pillow and a soft groan leaving his lips before he can think to stop it.
"Okay?" Jungkook asks, and something about the breathless quietness of his voice makes Jimin think he knows exactly what he's doing. Can probably smell the way Jimin is starting to slick up, being touched so intimately and so well after months of no sexual contact with another person.
"Yeah, feels nice," Jimin mumbles, hips twitching forward to subtly rub the shape of his cock against the pillow. The friction is barely anything like this but Jimin feels more sensitive than normal, pulse already throbbing between his thighs, an embarrassed heat rushing through him. "Can... Can you—"
"Would an orgasm help you feel good, hyung?" Jungkook asks, voice still low.
Jimin bites hard at his lip.
"Fuck, please tell me you're not just offering to be nice," Jimin finally groans, hips rocking forward with the pillow now. He feels a little silly, with his belly still exposed to the cool air of the room, but knowing how much Jungkook is into this — his scent darkening with his own arousal and he hasn't even done anything yet except touch Jimin — makes it hard to care about how he looks.
"Jimin, I—" Jungkook starts to say, one hand sliding past the waistband of Jimin's sweatpants, curling around his swollen cock. Jimin's hips buck at the touch, heat pouring down his spine at how easily Jungkook's hand wraps around him. "I've wanted to make you come ever since the first time I heard you getting off in your room, trying to hide your desperate noises."
Jimin's face burns hot and he tries to move his hips with the firm strokes of Jungkook's hand, belly fluttering when Jungkook keeps his other hand on Jimin's bump.
"I would never do anything without your permission, you have to know that, but. There were so many times I wanted to go bury my face in your sheets or dirty clothes, just to smell your slick."
"Fuck," Jimin gasps, pleasure twisting up fast at Jungkook's filthy words. It's been too long, Jungkook's hand feels too good, and he's already so wound up he doesn't even think about holding off the building heat. "Please, please don't stop—"
Jungkook shoves Jimin's sweatpants down far enough to free his cock, never once slowing his strokes, his grip still blissfully fast and tight. "C'mon, that's it. Come for me, beautiful."
Jimin wraps his arms around his belly and comes with a soft cry, spilling over Jungkook's fist and the pillow and his own belly. The relief that washes through him is like nothing else, leaves him gasping for breath and shivering, leaning back gratefully into Jungkook's chest when he settles onto his side behind Jimin, holds him close and nuzzles at the back of his neck as Jimin comes down from his orgasm.
"Okay?" Jungkook asks in a hoarse voice, and Jimin groans loudly.
"Fuck. God. That was so good." Jimin rolls over to face Jungkook — which takes more physical effort than he cares to admit — and touches the hard shape of Jungkook's cock through his pants, feels the faint throb of arousal between his own legs at the evidence of Jungkook's.
He's so wet, still, from the massage and Jungkook getting him off, that even though Jimin knows it's too soon for it, a very selfish part of him just wants to get on all fours and beg Jungkook to fuck him.
"Come on me?" Jimin asks instead, biting at his thick lip because he knows Jungkook is watching, has an idea now of how to rile him up. Jimin's small fingers work on freeing Jungkook's cock from his clothes and he ignores the giddy jolt of heat at how big Jungkook is and starts to jerk him off, watches Jungkook's handsome face scrunch in pleasure. "Want your come on my belly, alpha."
"Jimin," Jungkook groans, cock pulsing hot in his grip. Jimin pushes up Jungkook's shirt just to shamelessly watch the tight muscles of his stomach tremble and jump as he gets close, and Jungkook darts in so he can kiss at Jimin's neck, just below his ear. "Jimin, baby, you smell so good, wanna make you mine—"
Jimin has to bite back his own moan at the words — he wants that too, wants it so much — and Jungkook's lips finally meet his just before he starts to come, hot splashes of it over Jimin's belly, marking him with his scent.
It's the feral pleasure of it, doing something so filthy and instinctual, that has Jimin whining into Jungkook's slowing kisses and smearing the come over his skin before bringing his hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers past his lips while Jungkook watches.
It tastes a little like cocoa butter but it's Jungkook, too, and Jimin's omega preens in satisfaction at the dark, heavy look the alpha gives him.
Jungkook kisses him for a few more minutes and then they clean up, get Jimin up into a sitting position because his aches have started to come back, the stiffness and numbness that Jungkook helps him work out before they make their way to the shower.
It isn't until Jimin's wrapped up in a fluffy towel while Jungkook dries his hair that they talk about it, and Jimin melts at Jungkook's earnest desire to be with Jimin exclusively, to date him and help him every step of his pregnancy, and after, too.
Maybe it's too soon, for Jungkook to be promising things like that, but they've known each other nearly half a year now. And Jimin's never met anyone more committed to taking care of him, and making him laugh, and holding him tight while Jimin bawls because he dropped his bowl of rice.
"You really don't mind raising a baby that isn't yours?" Jimin asks quietly, leaning back against Jungkook's chest. It's a real fear of his, that the baby will look too much like his ex, that Jungkook will change his mind when there's crying and feeding and diapers involved. But Jungkook just makes a soft, hurt noise, nuzzling his nose at the side of Jimin's neck.
"Hyung. I've spent so long thinking about taking care of you that it... doesn't even matter, that I'm not the biological dad? This baby is yours, that's all I know, and I was kind of hoping to show you I'm good enough that you could consider the baby ours, eventually. I'd be so honored to raise him alongside you, no matter what I am to him."
Jimin, to no one's surprise, is already crying when he tries to reply. "Ah, you're the worst!" he finally says with a wet laugh. Jungkook makes an exaggerated sad noise, nuzzling and pressing kisses all over Jimin's neck, trying to soothe him but also just make him smile. "All I do is cry when you're nice to me!"
"Well that's going to make for a shitty future for us, because I really want to keep being nice to you," Jungkook tells him with a smile that wrinkles the corners of his pretty eyes. He lifts a hand to brush away the tears on Jimin's cheeks, and then kisses him some more, and Jimin isn't even surprised when he feels the quiet rumble of a purr start up in his throat.
Jimin and Jungkook agree not to mate until just before the baby is born. It's common knowledge a mating bond can make the omega's labor easier, but Jimin still insists Jungkook take more time to think about it, since a mating bond isn't easily broken.
Agreeing to wait doesn't stop Jungkook from asking Jimin if he can tell his parents about their relationship, though, assuring Jimin that his dads will love him.
Jimin doesn't have the best relationship with his own parents, not after he chose to go to school for teaching instead of being a doctor or a businessman. So he's wary, but after a video call with Jungkook's omega fathers, he sees now why Jungkook was so sure. They adore him right off the bat, teasing Jungkook endlessly and asking Jimin all sorts of questions about his pregnancy ("Kookie, leave the room for a second, these questions aren't meant for your sensitive ears." "Ah, appa...") and already treating him like a son-in-law.
There is no judgment from either of them for Jimin's situation, no lectures about how they're rushing things, and Jimin isn't surprised he's crying again after they end the call.
"Baby," Jungkook coos, hugging Jimin close, wide palm rubbing circles over his back. "You cry now, but just wait, they're going to spoil you worse than anything."
Jimin doesn't realize what Jungkook means until the packages start arriving a few days later.
"Oh," Jimin gasps, looking at the picture on the huge box Jungkook brings into the apartment. "Oh, they didn't—"
"It's only going to get worse from here," Jungkook laughs, but he looks pleased at Jimin's reaction to the crib.
A new crib, a high chair, a stroller, a bouncer. Bottles and a breast pump that makes Jimin blush, inexplicably, despite how Jungkook hasn't been squeamish about anything relating to his pregnancy so far. Jimin can't believe how much Jungkook's parents have spent on the gifts, threatening to send half of the things back, but Jungkook rolls his eyes and promises that his dads are well-off, financially, and it makes them happy to know they're helping another omega out.
Jimin calls Jungkook's parents to thank them, of course, and even then they make Jimin promise he won't feel pressured to mate Jungkook just because of the gifts.
So they set up the stuff for the baby, slowly but surely, until Jimin's bedroom is starting to look more like a nursery and his omega is deeply pleased at the change. Taehyung takes it upon himself to drag Jimin out shopping for simpler things, like clothes and diapers and pacifiers, and does more than his fair share of teasing once he finds out Jimin and Jungkook are dating officially.
Jimin tries not to be an emotional wreck over the support, and only sort of succeeds, although Jungkook does a very good job of taking his mind off things in the evenings.
It's been a couple of weeks and they haven't gone further than making out, since that time after the massage, but Jimin still isn't about to complain. It's so nice to feel desired, even this far into his pregnancy when he knows his face has gotten softer, his thighs thicker, his belly an actual cockblock more often than not.
"Sorry for the beach ball," Jimin sighs between kisses, after Jungkook pulls Jimin onto his lap, ignoring his complaints of being too heavy.
"Don't call your little one a beach ball," Jungkook says, mock-scolding, fingers digging in a little where he's gripping the flesh of Jimin's thighs. He tilts his head and kisses deeper and Jimin's next sigh is a happier noise, stomach swooping with pleasure at the slide of Jungkook's lips, the way he sucks and lets his teeth drag just enough to have Jimin's breath hitching softly. "Love kissing you. Love how beautiful you are, especially like this—"
"Is it an alpha thing?" Jimin asks suddenly, breaking the kiss, and Jungkook tilts his head in question. "I don't know, just— not minding how big I am."
"You mean being attracted to you, even though you're pregnant?"
Jimin nods, and Jungkook slides his hands from Jimin's thighs up to his back, sweeping over the back of his shirt, soothing touches that have Jimin leaning into his hands.
"I mean... I don't think so? There is, like, this surge I feel around you, from my alpha, to protect and keep you happy and healthy, because you're carrying a pup. And the way you smell, soft and sweet and nurturing, that's definitely hard to resist, ah... But there's this glow to you, this beauty that's also just yours. I know I'd be drawn to you and your personality with or without the baby, because of that."
Jimin swallows the lump in his throat, always unprepared when Jungkook is especially sweet like this. He tries to play it off before he gets too emotional, teases Jungkook by saying, "So you don't just have a pregnancy fetish, then?"
Jungkook's grin is bright and wicked, eyelids heavy when he leans in and murmurs, "Well, I wouldn't say that."
"Yah—" Jimin's complaint is cut off by a harder kiss, Jungkook dragging Jimin's body in as close as he can with his belly between them. His thighs start to ache from being spread on either side of Jungkook's legs and Jungkook senses this too quickly, lifting Jimin off his lap (Jimin yelps, surprised at the sudden display of strength, holy shit) until he's sitting upright on the couch and Jungkook leans over him, cages him in and kisses him with the same fervor as before.
Jimin is panting, trying to keep up with Jungkook's hungry kisses, and it's only when Jungkook's mouth starts to trail hotly across his jaw, down to his sensitive neck, that Jimin gasps out, "I want you to fuck me."
Jungkook freezes, his grip on Jimin's hip tightening. There is a quiet moment save for the sound of their heavy breathing and then finally Jungkook is burying a low growl into Jimin's throat, the sound sending shivers down his spine, making his omega whine in submission.
"Please," Jimin chokes out. His underwear is wet, the ache in his belly already tight with arousal from the kisses, and he knows what he wants. What he's wanted for a while, but has been too shy to ask for. "Wanna feel you."
"My rut is in two weeks," Jungkook admits, the roughness of his words at odds with how gently he nuzzles the side of Jimin's throat. "My alpha wants you so much, hyung. What if I—"
"The worst you would do is mark me, and you already know I want that," Jimin interrupts, cupping Jungkook's face between his hands, smiling sweetly when Jungkook's intense gaze softens at the touch. "You won't hurt me, my omega knows it. Our baby knows it, Kook-ah. You know he already responds to your voice? At least... if he's being restless he settles once he hears you talking to me, or when you scent me."
Jungkook's eyes shine, not quite crying but looking affected nonetheless, and he rumbles a low, happy noise, turning his face to nose at Jimin's palm. "Our baby?"
"Yeah." Jimin leans up and kisses Jungkook slowly, still smiling even when their lips meet. "Ours."
"Would you let me carry you to my room?" Jungkook asks, and just like that, the heat is back in Jimin's belly, tightening with anticipation.
"I'd like to see you try."
Jungkook smirks, then, looks more smug than ever when he lifts Jimin with one arm under his back and the other under his thighs. He grunts a little, but his hold is secure as he walks to the bedroom, Jimin clinging with his arms around Jungkook's neck. Jungkook dumps him gently onto his bed and asks, "Satisfied, omega?"
"God, just fuck me," Jimin gasps out, and Jungkook throws his head back and laughs.
Sex at seven months pregnant isn't as easy as ripping clothes off and getting into it, but that doesn't make Jimin want it any less. If anything, he feels nearly as desperate as he does when in heat, watching Jungkook undress himself, exposing broad shoulders and a wide chest and the tight definition of his abdomen. He's muscular without being unattractively bulky, and Jimin curls his fingers into the bedding underneath him when Jungkook shoves his pants and underwear down too, exposing his strong thighs, his long legs, his thick cock. God, the dreams Jimin has had about that cock.
Jimin slowly licks his lips, and Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
Jimin huffs. "Don't give me that, do you know how long it's been? Feels even worse, with how crazy my hormones have been making me..."
"Ah, sorry, I'm not judging or anything," Jungkook says, and he seems sincere. He kneels on the bed and helps Jimin out of his shirt, first (not without dropping a kiss to the top of his belly, though), and then out of his pants and underwear. Jimin keeps his knees together, embarrassed at how wet he is already. "It's been a while for me too. Like two years?"
"Two years," Jimin echoes, eyes widening. "Since you had sex?"
Jungkook's ears start to flush red. "I'm just not really into hook-ups. For what it's worth, I'm clean, though. I got checked recently, just in case."
"Yeah?" Jimin smiles, but his pulse picks up at that, heat tugging in his belly. "So... this means you can fill me with your come, then?"
Jungkook's eyes flash darkly and he leans down to kiss Jimin again, hard, sucking at his lip. He trails a hand down Jimin's side, curls fingers around one knee and starts to pull Jimin's legs open.
Jimin's breath stutters with a moan, being spread for Jungkook's heated gaze, knowing it's obvious how aroused he is from his scent, from the wetness between his thighs.
"I want to eat you out," Jungkook says in a low voice, and Jimin's cock twitches where it strains under his belly. "And then I want to see you ride me, just like how you'd ride your pillow. Do you think you could do that, baby?"
"Please," Jimin says, toes already curling when Jungkook settles between his legs, sucking kisses at the sensitive skin on the inside of Jimin's thigh.
"Just tell me if you start to feel uncomfortable like this, please?" Jungkook adds, and Jimin nods, chest fluttering warmly at the consideration.
Jungkook's kisses trail higher up between Jimin's thighs, almost light enough to be ticklish until Jungkook is nosing at the base of Jimin's cock, licking wetly where his balls are drawn up tight, and then lower. Jimin already feels overheated and dazed with arousal, his fingers curling into Jungkook's long hair and clinging, squeezing when Jungkook starts to lick.
"God, you're dripping wet, Jimin. Is your tight little hole that ready for me?" Jungkook teases the tip of his tongue at Jimin's rim before pulling back, licking his lips. "You smell and taste so sweet, god, I... maybe I'll just get you off with my mouth first."
"Please, please," Jimin babbles, staring at Jungkook's dark hair between his legs and then tilting his head back, baring his throat, moaning at the firm licks over his clenching hole. Jungkook eats him out like he loves it, wet and messy and sucking. Pleasure burns impatiently at the base of Jimin's spine and he rocks his hips into the slippery pressure of Jungkook's tongue as much as he can, resists the urge to jerk himself off because he doesn't want to distract from the attention to his hole.
Jungkook's licks soon have him relaxed and wet enough that he easily works in one finger, and then two, before Jimin starts to feel the stretch. He clenches around the new pressure inside, doesn't bother trying to muffle his moans as he's worked open, Jungkook's fingers sliding deeper, the damp heat of his mouth suddenly at the side of Jimin's cock.
"Oh fuck, that's—" Jimin gasps out, body aching with the rapidly building need to come. "'s too much, Jungkook, I'll come—"
Jungkook drags his fingers out, and before Jimin can whine at the loss, he's sliding three back in, the pressure so much thicker, fuller. He presses deep and massages at that blindingly sensitive spot inside and Jimin is gone, starts to come the second Jungkook's lips wrap around the swollen head of his cock.
Jimin's hips jerk as he's seized by waves of pleasure and Jungkook swallows each spurt of his orgasm, keeps up the pressure over his prostate until Jimin is whimpering, tears stinging the corners of his eyes, everything too bright and too sharp.
"Sh, shh, there you go," Jungkook says in a rough voice once he pulls off Jimin's cock, easing his fingers out, helping Jimin straighten out his trembling legs. "Sound so beautiful when you come."
Jimin hiccups out a laugh, throwing his arm over his eyes, but Jungkook doesn't let him hide for long. He wipes his fingers off and rubs gently over Jimin's belly, kisses his way up to Jimin's lips.
Jimin moans into the kiss, and Jungkook pulls back to nip at his jaw, his voice rough in a different way — a deliciously darker way — when he asks, "You like tasting yourself on my lips, hyung?"
Jimin, still out of breath from the intense orgasm, feels his face heat with a blush.
They kiss a little longer — Jimin does like tasting himself in Jungkook's mouth, lets it fuel the possessive, animal thing inside of him — with Jimin sitting up against the pillows until his lips feel swollen and tender, until he's guiding Jungkook's face to his neck and begging him to suck harder, to leave some kind of mark.
Jungkook's rough little snarl before he sucks at the skin has arousal pooling in his belly so fast that Jimin is dizzy, clinging to Jungkook's shoulders, finally gasping out, "Fuck me, please."
Jungkook's hips buck, the long shape of his cock dragging just under the swell of Jimin's belly, leaving a wet trail of pre-come. Jimin feels himself clench, impatient and empty.
"It's not too much?"
"No, no, I want—" Jimin cuts off, pushing at Jungkook's chest until he takes the hint and rests with his back against the pillows, stares hungrily when Jimin moves to straddle his hips, facing Jungkook as he settles over his lap.
It's a little embarrassing, how ungraceful it is to do this while heavily pregnant, but Jungkook never teases him. He rests a hand on Jimin's hip and reminds him to go slowly when Jimin lifts up, holds Jungkook's cock in place and then lowers himself down, belly fluttering at the blunt pressure against his hole until the head finally sinks inside.
Jimin groans at the sudden fullness of it, the burning stretch, but he doesn't want to stop. He's ready, he's dripping for it, and the ache of having something so thick and hot and pulsing inside is better than he could have imagined. Better than he has been imagining, for months now.
"So fucking tight—" Jungkook grits out, and Jimin gasps once he's settled, leaning over Jungkook's body as much as his belly will allow, the angle much better when he's hunched over like this. "God. Jimin. Are you okay?"
"So good," Jimin moans, rocking his hips and getting used to being stretched open on a cock like this, full in a way that aches so deeply inside. His teeth dig into his bottom lip and he whines as he moves, face hot from having Jungkook's full attention. "Can, ah, can you—"
Jungkook's hips buck and Jimin cries out at the sudden friction, the blinding pleasure of it. He feels like he's burning up, already hard again but blinking away frustrated tears when the position starts to get uncomfortable.
"Hey, hey, what is it?" Jungkook asks, hips stilling, and Jimin quickly shakes his head.
"No, just— god, I've wanted this so much. Can we move to our sides? It'll be more comfortable when... when you knot me."
Jungkook hisses, fingers suddenly digging into Jimin's hip. "You want my knot, too?"
"Yes, please, want to be so full of you—"
"Baby," Jungkook interrupts, voice low and teasing, almost amused. "Greedy baby. You need my cock that much, you want to be plugged up with it? Want me to pump my come inside you?"
Jimin flushes with something too close to shame at the words but he still nods, still whimpers softly when Jungkook's cock slips out so he can move Jimin to his side, spooning up behind him. Jungkook doesn't warn Jimin before smacking his hand down over Jimin's ass, and Jimin jolts, the warmth in his face burns.
If he wasn't so desperate he might snap at Jungkook for teasing him like this, for rubbing the head of his cock between Jimin's cheeks without pressing inside, making him leak more slick. But Jimin is too needy, too caught up in his instincts and hormones, so he whines submissively until Jungkook's resolve crumbles and he guides his cock back inside.
"Fuck, fuck," Jimin gasps out when Jungkook starts to thrust, when his hips snap against Jimin's ass and he fills him so well, the ache deep in his belly growing.
This time, Jungkook finally seems to struggle with his self-control, mouth open over Jimin's shoulder and teeth teasing the skin, not quite a bite, but the suggestion of it is enough to have Jimin's omega wanting. His thrusts are hard, as deep as he can fuck into Jimin like this, and when his hips slow to a grind and Jimin starts to feel that impossible stretch at his rim, he moans helplessly.
"Please, ah, please—"
"I've got you, baby, that's it. Relax for me, let it in."
Jungkook's knot must be so thick, Jimin is almost glad he can't see it, body desperate for it but the stretch so much, so intense. His whimpers barely sound like himself and Jungkook nuzzles his shoulder, finally opens his mouth at the side of Jimin's neck and bites down just enough for Jimin to feel the light sting of it.
Jimin's body goes limp, everything heat and bliss and that deeply aching pleasure, and then the knot is inside, too swollen to drag back out, but too wide for Jimin to properly clench around. He can't remember being knotted ever feeling this good, even during his heats.
"So tight, so good for me," Jungkook pants, grinding his hips forward. He reaches for Jimin's cock, hard and leaking, and jerks him off as he presses kisses to Jimin's neck, his shoulder, behind his ear.
It doesn't take Jimin long to come, after that. Already sensitive from one orgasm and now stretched open on a knot, hips bucking into a tight grip around his cock, his alpha's hot mouth at his neck. The heat builds and draws up tight and Jimin's breath hitches higher and higher until he comes with a breathless cry, with Jungkook grinding deep inside him. He squeezes tight around the knot as pleasure rushes through him and Jungkook's low groan is his only warning before he starts to come as well, spilling hot inside, knot pulsing with it.
Satisfaction spreads slow through Jimin's limbs, body shivering with aftershocks and hole aching as Jungkook continues to grind forward, working himself through his own orgasm, filling Jimin with his come.
Jimin clutches his belly, waits until Jungkook's pleased rumbles have quieted to croak out, "I can't believe the baby slept through all of that."
Jungkook chokes out a shocked laugh, playfully nipping Jimin's shoulder. "Jimin."
"Sorry, just—" Jimin doesn't finish. Truthfully, he feels fucked stupid, mind still hazy and floating from all the pleasure, the omega sated.
Jungkook seems to understand, at least, because he just nuzzles at the back of Jimin's neck and slowly rubs his belly while they're stuck together, catching their breath, bodies calming as the knot goes down.
It's maybe twenty minutes before his cock slips out, Jimin already starting to doze off, but Jungkook helps him to the shower despite his sleepy protests, does most of the washing for him and then runs them a bath.
He really does have an amazing tub, round and spacious enough that Jimin can just float around when he wants to take some of the pressure off his back, when his belly is feeling too heavy. They relax and kiss a little and Jungkook can't seem to keep his hands away from Jimin's belly, or his face away from his neck.
"Sorry," Jungkook murmurs, when Jimin points it out to him with a warm giggle. Jimin loves it, really, but is still amused that Jungkook whines like a pup and tries to chase Jimin to get his nose back in his neck when Jimin moves over to one of the bath jets to massage his lower back. "I just— need to be close to you, right now. Maybe because my scent is still inside you, marking you? I know that doesn't make sense, but—"
"I don't mind, I promise," Jimin says, running his fingers through Jungkook's wet hair, sighing a little at how dangerously handsome he is with his forehead and eyebrows exposed. "I like having you close. Is... is your rut really in two weeks?"
Jungkook nods, eyes fluttering shut when Jimin scratches lightly at his scalp. "I've already booked a room at a clinic. It's only a couple of days, and I take a suppressant that makes me sleep through the worst of it."
"Is that safe?" Jimin asks, frowning, and Jungkook gives him a soft, reassuring smile.
"The doctors tell me it is, and I trust them. It doesn't mess with my reproductive system, it just makes me too drowsy to want to fuck non-stop. Will you be okay on your own?"
"I might have Taehyungie stay over," Jimin admits, and Jungkook nods, looking relieved.
"Ah, good. I know you can get around fine on your own, but just in case—"
Jimin darts forward and kisses the tip of Jungkook's nose. "I know. It's okay if you worry, I worry about you too. Also, if I can avoid having to cook for myself..." Jimin trails off, fluttering his eyelashes at Jungkook, and the alpha throws his head back and cackles.
"Okay, hint taken. Let's dry off and then I'll make you whatever you want, baby."
He slaps Jimin's ass when they stand up in the tub, and Jimin thinks maybe he should be offended, but god, he doesn't care. He's starving.
In the next two weeks, Jimin and Jungkook have sex nearly every single day.
It's wonderful. It's a little depraved, and it's wonderful.
Of course, it's not always penetration and knotting, because Jimin's heavily pregnant body does have limits, but Jungkook seems to grow addicted to giving Jimin orgasms, and Jimin works through his own addiction to Jungkook's pre-rut appetite, how easy it is to rile him up and have him a panting, growling mess.
Jimin never imagined he could feel this sexually attractive, with swollen feet and a swollen belly (so he can't even see his feet) and a face that's gotten childishly round. But then Jungkook is there to rub his feet, or sing sweetly to his belly, or press soft kisses to Jimin's cheeks, and then also lift him up onto the kitchen counter and suck his dick.
Jimin sighs, and continues to eat Jungkook's honey butter chips. Life is pretty good.
As Jungkook's rut nears, Jimin finds himself with more and more hickeys, and spends the night in Jungkook's bed more often than his own. He takes to wearing a couple of the alpha's oversized shirts, too, insisting it's so Jungkook will have something with Jimin's scent while he's away, and not because he likes giving Jungkook easy access around the apartment, forgoing pants and underwear since the shirts fall mid-thigh on him.
Maybe Jimin is a lot kinkier than he's ever admitted to himself, heat flaring so quickly in his belly when Jungkook bends him over the arm of the couch and spanks him, eats him out while slick drips between his thighs, while his cock swells and twitches and the scent of Jungkook's arousal is so thick it's nearly overwhelming.
It's only a little bit on purpose, that the shirts Jimin plans to send with Jungkook for his rut now smell like his come and slick, as well.
The day before Jungkook is meant to leave for the clinic, they spend a lot of time cuddling and scenting. Jungkook is already a little feverish, doesn't speak much but seems to find comfort in Jimin's belly, resting his cheek over the bump, humming to it, slowly stroking over the skin and grinning when the baby kicks.
"It helps?" Jimin asks, petting through Jungkook's hair.
"Mmhm, it distracts my alpha, at least for a little while. Seeing that our mate is already bred, and the way you smell." He presses a slow kiss to the top of Jimin's belly and then noses up higher, his lips curiously brushing over a nipple.
Jimin shivers. His chest is still relatively flat, but there's some swelling now that he's in his third trimester, his nipples noticeably bigger, more sensitive. Jungkook hasn't paid much attention to them before now and Jimin is surprised at how overwhelming it feels when his mouth closes around a nipple, when he starts to suck.
"Oh," Jimin gasps, eyes fluttering shut at the sudden rush of warmth.
"Can smell your milk," Jungkook says in a low, rough voice, and Jimin's fingers tighten in his hair, try to brace himself for the wet, sucking pressure, the heat of Jungkook's mouth. As focused as he is on the sensations, Jungkook's words barely register. "Your body is so perfect, omega..."
Jungkook sucks gently but there's still a tug, an unfamiliar tingling in Jimin's chest. Jimin doesn't quite realize what it means until Jungkook is sucking in a sharp breath where his face is tucked against Jimin's bare skin, until his lips part and Jimin can see droplets of milk on his tongue.
Milk. His milk? He's already producing milk?
"Taste so sweet," Jungkook growls, reaching up to squeeze at Jimin's other nipple, teasing the sensitive bud until pale milk is beading at the tip.
"Jungkook-ah," Jimin says, voice breaking off into a quiet whine when Jungkook continues to suck, harder now that he's gotten a taste. Jimin can't be producing that much, given how flat his chest still is, but watching as the droplets of liquid slide wet and warm down his chest, it's undeniably milk.
Jimin squeezes his thighs together, body heating with a rush of shame when he realizes he's starting to leak slick. He tugs at Jungkook's hair and Jungkook pulls off his nipple with a wet pop, a final swallow before switching to the other side of Jimin's chest, licking up the milk that's started to drip down.
"Jungkook, you shouldn't—"
Jungkook growls, a low sound, and noses his way up to the crook of Jimin's neck. Jimin's heart is thudding wildly in his chest when he tilts his head to the side in submission.
"Sorry," Jimin blurts out, face flushed and heat twisting in his belly when Jungkook licks over his scent gland. This isn't like the gentle scenting they did earlier — Jungkook clouds Jimin's senses with dominance and arousal, a hungry kind of possessiveness that makes his scent darker, thicker.
"Needy omega," Jungkook coos, half teasing and half approving. He finally pulls back, eyes so dark, staring at Jimin with an intensity that gives him goosebumps. "You don't have to be ashamed, getting wet when your alpha drinks your milk. It's natural. Let me help you, until our pup is born."
Jimin nods mindlessly, resists the heavy urge to spread his legs and ask for Jungkook to fuck him. He knows it's not fair to ask that, when Jungkook is already feverish with his coming rut, but god, he wants it more than ever. Wants Jungkook's hot mouth back on his chest and his thick cock filling him, wants to feel the hard thrusts and hear Jungkook's groans and—
"Jimin," Jungkook suddenly chokes out, blinking until his gaze is clearer, his head ducking down like he's trying to catch his breath. Jimin can see sweat beaded at his temples, see how Jungkook holds himself tense. "You should go—go take care of yourself, and clean up. Please. Before I—"
"I'm sorry," Jimin says again, and he kisses Jungkook hard on the mouth before slipping away, shutting the bedroom door behind him. He leans against it long enough to hear Jungkook's groan, to feel more slick drip into his underwear.
Jimin knows Jungkook has been worried about being too rough, about losing control, but god, it's not like Jimin planned Jungkook drinking from him, not like he knew he'd be so aroused by it. He takes a long shower (well, as long as he can stand being upright before his feet and back hurt too much) and tries not to think about the alpha alone in his room, about the phantom ache in his chest.
Jimin drags Jungkook out of his room in the evening to make him eat, putting a cold, damp towel on his forehead and releasing calming pheromones, something he's started to do when the baby is too restless.
"Wish I didn't have to leave you," Jungkook murmurs, and Jimin kisses the little mole just beneath Jungkook's bottom lip, gently scents him while Jungkook's nose twitches and he drifts in and out of sleep.
The next morning, Jimin is unusually active helping Jungkook pack ("Hyung, it's not like I need a lot of clothes..." "All you have in here is snacks and shirts that smell like me and your phone, what kind of care bag is this?") and cleaning the apartment before Taehyung and his roommates arrive.
Yoongi and Hoseok show up to take Jungkook to the clinic, although Hoseok refuses to leave until he's cooed at Jimin's belly for five minutes, baby-talking to the bump in a way that has both Taehyung and Yoongi looking horribly fond.
The alphas and beta leave and the omegas stay behind, Taehyung immediately raiding the refrigerator to make them lunch.
"Jungkook told you to fatten me up, didn't he?" Jimin asks, eyes narrowed in suspicion, but Taehyung just laughs.
"Ah, Jimin-ah, can't I want to feed you on my own? You still like pork, right? Tell me you still like pork—"
And so Taehyung keeps him company the next three days. They wash Jungkook's sheets and sleep in his bed, because it still smells enough like Jungkook to soothe the omega, and he's not sure about letting Taehyung in his nest, this far in his pregnancy.
"Aigoo, don't apologize, you think I don't understand? I wouldn't ask to crash your nest anyway. Yoongi-hyung's going to have a field day scenting me when I come home smelling like Kookie, though."
Jimin's face wrinkles a little at the thought, but he's happy that Taehyung's roommates are finally courting him for real, even if having two mates is a little unconventional.
Jimin misses Jungkook every day, of course, but it's nice to catch up with his friend. Nice to cuddle on the couch and play video games ("Wait, where's Mario Kart?" "Oh, um. It's off-limits until the baby is born. Jungkook says my competitiveness will send me into premature labor." "Jimin-ah, oh my god."). Taehyung gets too much delight out of the way Jimin sometimes uses his pregnant belly as a table, at how red his face gets when Taehyung starts asking him questions about sex.
It's nice, but Jimin can't deny his omega is vibrating with excitement the afternoon Jungkook is supposed to return.
"Take care, and don't do anything too rough, you slut," Taehyung tells him warmly with a final hug and nuzzle, and Jimin laughs and waves goodbye. He leans in the open doorway, knows Jungkook has to be making his way up the elevator now, and as soon as he sees the familiar dark mop of hair, he bursts into tears.
Jimin wipes furiously at his eyes, annoyed beyond belief. It's only been a few days, why is he crying? Damn his hormones.
"Jimin-hyung?" Jungkook says when he notices Jimin in the doorway, and suddenly Jungkook is right in front of Jimin. Looks exhausted and a little thinner, but he's there, scent carrying delicious traces of musk left over from his rut. He drops his bag, cupping Jimin's face in his hands, and Jimin quickly pulls Jungkook inside the apartment before they make a scene in the hallway. "Jimin, baby, you're crying," Jungkook says, laughing a little in disbelief. His voice is rough, like he hasn't used it much in the past few days.
"I just missed you, I don't know," Jimin says, and even with his cheeks still wet with tears, Jungkook leans down and kisses him firmly, nuzzles his nose against Jimin's.
"It's okay. I missed you too. Thought about you a lot."
There's a hot tug, low in Jimin's belly, and he can't help the interest that creeps into his voice when he asks, "You did?"
Jungkook laughs, playful and loud, kissing Jimin again. "Not just like that, but yes. God. I love you so much, Jiminie."
Jimin's heart skips a beat, and he doesn't even realize he's crying again until his vision blurs, until he's blinking and his cheeks are hot with his tears again. "Oh."
"I'm sorry if it's too soon—"
"I love you too," Jimin chokes out, and smacks Jungkook's chest, a frustrated sob leaving his throat. "Of course I do. I'm so snotty right now, this is awful, are you sure you love me?"
Jungkook's eyes are wet too, his scent curling warmly around them both, clearly trying to soothe Jimin. He laughs, finally buries his face in Jimin's neck and kisses his scent gland tenderly, reverently. "I do love you. Snot and all. C'mon, come take a bath with me, the clinic showers sucked."
Jimin fills Jungkook in on what he and Taehyung got up to while he was gone. Confesses that they did end up playing some Mario Kart, and that at one point Taehyung made him laugh so hard he accidentally peed himself a little. (Jungkook laughs, but his eyes also have a strange glint to them that Jimin refuses to engage with, nope.)
Jungkook did spend most of his rut sleeping, but he tells Jimin the shirts helped when he couldn't ignore his instincts. Heat curls in Jimin's belly and he nuzzles at Jungkook's jaw, breathes in his scent like he'll never get enough of it.
"Next week, if you don't have to be anywhere for work. Would you come with me to my prenatal appointment?"
Jungkook's lips part in surprise, and he swallows before he answers. "Hyung. Of course. I'd love to."
"Once I'm sure the baby is still fine, I... I'd like you to mate me, later that night. In my nest." Jungkook's eyes are still wide, expression almost worryingly serious, but he doesn't say no, so Jimin continues talking. "I don't want to wait anymore. I've never felt so strongly about anyone before, Jungkook-ah, I know I'm ready. If you're ready."
Jungkook lifts a hand to nervously tuck his hair behind his ear, and Jimin lets himself smile. "Ah, I can't pretend I didn't think about it a lot, during my rut. How right it would feel to mate you, how sure my alpha is that you're the one for me. It's such a big step. But... I'm ready, I am. I probably sound naive, I've barely dated, but—"
"No, just— shut up, kiss me, please," Jimin says in a rush, and Jungkook does, one hand at the side of Jimin's face and the other on his belly, kissing him until their lips are tender and swollen and the water isn't warm anymore.
Jungkook goes back to work and recovers slowly from his rut, but still makes time to scent and cuddle and take care of Jimin. Insists that Jimin shouldn't be standing too long in the kitchen or going out for smoothies ("Fuck you, the baby wanted a smoothie." "Hyung.") but still looking pleased and thankful when Jimin makes him dinner, or brings him back hotteok.
They go to Jimin's appointment and the doctor smiles at Jimin knowingly before doing the ultrasound, letting them both listen to the baby's heartbeat. For once, it's Jungkook crying and not Jimin, but he's too moved anyway by his emotional alpha to hold it over his head.
The baby is perfectly healthy, which always puts Jimin at ease to hear, and the doctor even cheekily reminds them they can have sex up until Jimin's due date, if they want. Jimin blushes, and then shoves Jungkook's hand away when it slides down to Jimin's ass in the waiting room.
After they get home, Jungkook keeps bringing up the ultrasound photos on his phone, can't seem to get over how tiny and perfect the baby is, how it has Jimin's nose. They get fried chicken and laugh at some other silly photos Jungkook took from a wedding he went to recently and then Jimin leads Jungkook to his nest, stomach fluttering with nerves.
He's not nervous about the pain of the bite, or about Jungkook's presence in his nest. He couldn't be more sure of those things, and of Jungkook's love for him. He is nervous, though, because they have so much future ahead of them, have a tiny baby on the way and all of the unknowns worry Jimin.
"Baby," Jungkook whispers against Jimin's lips, after picking up on the sour little spike of anxiety in his scent. "Relax. Everything will be fine. I'll stop if you need me to, at any point, okay?"
Jimin shakes his head. "No, no, it's not that. Just— normal stuff. Unsure of our future stuff. But I love you. I want this. God, I want this," he adds with a little laugh, and seeing him smile seems to ease some of the tension in Jungkook's body as well. "I missed you," he says softly.
Jungkook hums, letting Jimin undress him and pull him down onto his bed. He kindly doesn't say anything when Jimin's gaze rakes over him hungrily, when he undresses from his own clothes and is winded by the time he's settling on the bed with Jungkook.
"You missed me? I'm right here."
"Okay, let me rephrase. I missed sex," Jimin says, and Jungkook throws his head back and laughs. The laugh is short-lived, though, when he really lets himself look at Jimin, when he lifts a hand to rub over Jimin's belly, to cup the slight swell of his chest.
"It's only been, what, two weeks? And your tits have gotten bigger already, hyung."
Jimin blames his hormones for the way his eyes flutter shut, teeth digging into his lip before he does something embarrassing like whine. "The doctor said I'll be leaking more the next two months."
"Mm, I remember."
"Was—Was that a rut thing? When you..." Jimin trails off, face burning, but Jungkook's answering smirk isn't mean. Wicked and smug, sure, but the expression only tugs at the heat low in Jimin's groin.
"When I drank your milk? I mean, I should have asked first, but. You smelled so good, tasted even better. Maybe you should be worried about my apparent pregnancy fetish."
Jimin laughs, and lets Jungkook ease him back against some of the pillows, small fingers finding their place in Jungkook's soft hair when he nuzzles at Jimin's chest. He opens his mouth to giving teasing licks to one of Jimin's nipples, and then the other, before lifting his hand to massage at the swell of Jimin's chest.
The tingling warmth returns, and Jungkook closes his lips around a nipple and starts to suck.
The milk seems to come quicker, this time, and maybe it's his eagerness that makes Jungkook messier when he drinks. He opens his mouth to let Jimin see the pale liquid pooled on his tongue and then swallows, draws Jimin's whole nipple past his lips in a way that has Jimin's back arching, arousal coiling tight in his gut.
There's still a curl of shame, a feeling that what they're doing is taboo, that Jimin shouldn't be enjoying it so much. But he begs Jungkook to continue when he pulls off one nipple and switches to the other, sucks and swallows and teases the sensitive bud with his tongue.
When Jungkook is finished and leans up to press his mouth to Jimin's, Jimin can taste the sweetness of his own milk on Jungkook's tongue. He moans, and kisses Jungkook harder.
"Love how that gets you so wet," Jungkook growls, sliding a hand down Jimin's thigh, digging his fingers into the soft flesh there. Jimin spreads his legs and tips his head back, lips parting as Jungkook's fingers slip between his cheeks to brush over his hole.
He can smell his own slick, his milk, Jungkook's dark arousal. Impatience has Jimin turning over onto his elbows and knees before Jungkook even asks him to, heavy belly supported by some pillows underneath him, ass tilted high. It shouldn't feel this good to present himself when he's already so pregnant, but he lets the pleasure of submission wash over him, waits for the alpha to make his move.
"Jimin, baby," Jungkook gasps, breathless like the sight has snapped something inside of him. He spreads Jimin with his hands and licks at his hole without any warning, turns his face into the fat of a cheek to huff out, "You taste so fucking good, I could do this forever. Keep you spread and wet for me, just taking what I give you."
"Please," Jimin pants, burning with shame and want at the thought of it, amazed he can feel this desperate when he's not even in heat.
Jungkook licks and sucks and Jimin clutches at the bedding and feels a little like he's losing his mind from the unfurling pleasure, rocking his hips back, moaning brokenly. He's so worked up that he comes just from that, clenching around Jungkook's tongue, and is still riding out the orgasm, still shivering and panting into a pillow, when Jungkook lines himself up and presses inside.
Jungkook is not rough, not in any way that could hurt Jimin, but he thrusts so deep at this angle, filling Jimin so well he aches from it, the arousal a hot, heavy thing in his belly. Jungkook fucks him and Jimin's head swims from the thickness of their scents, from the intensity of Jungkook's arousal and the filthy things he snarls as his hips snap forward.
"So tight, fuck, so perfect for me. Dripping wet and—and your little hole just swallows me up, doesn't it? Does my cock satisfy you, omega?"
"Yes," Jimin gasps, still moaning helplessly with each deep thrust, each drag over his swollen prostate. It's so much. "Please, Kook—"
"You want my knot? Want me to fuck my knot into you, Jimin-ah, fill your belly with come?"
"Yes," Jimin cries.
The stretch isn't any less intense than the other times, when Jungkook's knot swells before he pushes it inside, but Jimin still aches for it. Aches to be spread open and filled, to feel the throb of Jungkook inside him.
Jungkook knots him with a low groan and Jimin is sobbing out, "Bite me now, please, alpha, mate me—" when he feels Jungkook nuzzle at his neck. Jimin can barely hold himself up from the waves of dominance that pour off the alpha.
Jungkook bites right over his scent gland, hard enough to break skin, and Jimin's vision whites out as he comes.
It's the most consuming pleasure he's ever felt, barely aware of his body as the orgasm rocks through him, like he's drowning under the waves of it, can't catch his breath or clear his vision. Awareness only comes to him when he feels Jungkook's orgasm as though it's his own, feels the come spilling inside him and the pulse of the knot and, much deeper, the way Jungkook feels for him. A fierce, instinctual love, protective and strong, unwavering.
Jimin's neck throbs as Jungkook licks over the bite to help heal it, and Jimin blinks tears from his eyes, exhausted, sated in a way he's never felt before.
"Mate," Jimin sighs, and Jungkook noses at his cheek in response.
"My beautiful mate."
They wait for the knot to go down and then Jimin, still a mess of come and sweat and slick, twists around to sink his teeth into Jungkook's scent gland and mark the alpha as his own. The bond just— bursts to life, then, fills them both with such a sense of completeness, an overwhelming awareness of the other in their chest.
The baby is awake, too, as they clean up, shifts around like he's annoyed at being left out of the fun, and Jungkook cries again when he realizes the bond lets him feel closer to the pup, can feel his presence now in the same way Jimin does every day, carrying the baby inside of him.
It's an emotional night. Jimin demands ice cream, and Jungkook is happy to comply.
Jungkook coaxes Jimin to take a trip to his portrait studio the next day, and uses a very expensive camera with a timer to take some pictures of the two of them, of their new marks ("Isn't this a little morbid?" "Do you not want to? I can find some make-up—" "No, I—I do, shut up."), of Jungkook's arms around Jimin's very pregnant belly.
They text the best photos from the bunch to their friends and to Jungkook's dads and get a whole lot of excited congratulations in response. Jimin preens, and Jungkook doesn't tease him for it, probably because he's busy preening too.
"Oh wow, hey, Namjoon-hyung messaged me!" Jungkook says, walking out from the kitchen and bumping into the corner of the couch because he's too busy staring at his phone. Jimin snickers. "I guess Tae sent him our picture, that sneaky fuck, but— wow, he's already back in Korea? That's crazy. He told me he was going to stay overseas a lot longer."
"Mmhm, my old roommate."
Jimin's stomach drops. Jungkook's old roommate is back, already?
"Oh," Jimin says, voice shaking, and he blames the bond for the way Jungkook immediately looks over to him in concern. "That's great. I'm sure he'll want to— I can start packing now, I just have to—"
Jungkook's whole forehead is furrowed in confusion. "Pack? Pack what?"
"Pack up my stuff," Jimin answers, his eyes stinging, chest aching. "I can just move back in with Taehyungie until, until—"
"Whoa, hold on, that's— Jimin-hyung. What the fuck? Why would you need to go anywhere?"
"You just said he's back in Korea! This—This arrangement was only because you needed someone to help pay rent, until he got back."
Jungkook's face softens in understanding and he reaches for Jimin, pulls him close even though Jimin tries to resist at first. He rests his chin on the top of Jimin's head, and says in a soft, steady voice, "Baby. I would never kick you out. This is your home. This is our home, now. Namjoon-hyung came back to Korea because he mated some super gorgeous alpha he met in Europe and now they're living in Seoul. Even if he wanted to move back in, I would help him find some place else." Jungkook's expression is heartbreakingly sincere when he cups Jimin's face between his hands, brushing away a few stubborn tears. "You're my mate for life, Jimin. I never want you to leave my side."
Jimin sniffles. "Never?"
"I would follow you into the bathroom every time you waddle your cute ass in there if you let me."
Jimin's laugh is so sudden and loud the sound startles even himself. "Jungkook-ah!"
"I'm just saying..."
"I refuse to acknowledge this kink, you animal."
Jungkook is grinning, eyes bright with it as he darts in to peck quick kisses to Jimin's lips. "But your animal. Just yours, right, hyung?"
Jimin's heart swells. He sighs and kisses back, and then bursts into more laughter when Jungkook really does try to follow him as he waddles towards the bathroom a few minutes later.
The last two months of Jimin's pregnancy are a whirlwind of new aches and pains, of snacking constantly and alternating between not wanting to get up and not wanting to be still, his belly so stretched and full he can't imagine being any more pregnant than he is now.
Jungkook still makes him feel good as often as Jimin lets him, still rubs his feet and moisturizes the itchy skin of his belly and develops an almost hilarious fascination with Jimin's small breasts.
(Not that Jimin really minds — it feels good to have Jungkook suck at him when the milk starts to build up, relieving the heaviness and always being so careful with Jimin's sore nipples. And with their bond, now, Jimin can feel how much the alpha enjoys it, the comfort and intimacy and heat they both get from it.)
Jimin waddles around and still tries to show up for some work hours, but two weeks before his due date, he starts his official leave. Some of the younger pups he teaches regularly all gather around to give his belly good luck kisses, and Jimin thanks them all with tears in his eyes.
A week later, and yet still a week before Jimin is due, his baby decides he's ready to meet the world.
"Alright, so, don't be mad, but," is how Taehyung starts his phone call to Jungkook, and Jimin groans. Not just from the pain of the contraction, but from his best friend's idiocy. "I took your mate out for smoothies."
Taehyung's phone volume is so loud Jimin doesn't have to strain to hear Jungkook's, "Hyung. Why would I be mad?"
"I read that walking is good for him, so we got our smoothies and went to the park and—"
"What is it? Is he okay? Why can't I talk to him?"
"Jungkook-ah, shh, it's fine. Um, we got smoothies and then Jimin's water broke, and now he's going to have a baby?"
Jungkook's hysterical WHAT?! has Jimin giggling, and then clutching his stomach and breathing through the rest of his contraction, because ow.
"We're almost at the hospital now. Jimin says please meet him there as soon as possible and don't forget his bag. Also, he loves you."
Jimin huffs. "I didn't tell you to tell him that."
"Yeah, but he needs to hear it, so you're welcome. Come quickly, Kook-ah!"
Jungkook, to Jimin's surprise and relief, is a much-needed source of calmness during his labor.
Jimin feels weak, exhausted from the pain and the waiting and the handful of people in the hospital telling him what to do, but Jungkook stays at his side for every long hour of it, holds his hand and kisses his cheek and reassures Jimin that he can do this, that everything will be fine.
It's so much work, so much sweat and pain, but when it's all over and they place the tiny baby on Jimin's chest, all of that melts away. It is just him, and his precious baby, and the solid support of his mate watching over the two of them as they meet for the first time.
"He really does have my nose," Jimin whispers, awed at the little life he created, the beauty of his tiny fingers and toes. Jimin brushes a finger over the baby's soft cheek, watches him stretch and yawn and squeak, and his bond with Jungkook glows from how much they already love him.
"He's beautiful," Jungkook says, eyes wide and wet. Jimin watches the tears fall when Jungkook holds their baby for the first time, watches his strong alpha cry quietly and whisper promises to their pup to keep him safe, to help him grow well.
"You did so well," Jungkook tells Jimin over and over again, and Jimin closes his eyes, lets himself believe it and eventually mumbles, "You did well too, Jungkook-ah."
It's not Jimin's first heat since he had the baby — of course not, with their little Yeonjun just over two and a half years old — and it's not Jimin's first heat with Jungkook. But his nerves make him feel like it is. He's grateful for Taehyung agreeing to take the toddler for the duration of his heat, even while Taehyung is five months pregnant with his own, because Jimin knows their little one will be looked after well. Hoseok especially likes to spoil his nephew something fierce.
"Do you know what today is?"
Jungkook tilts his head in suspicion. He's already sitting shirtless on the bed, already smells too good in a way that's hard for Jimin's omega to ignore. "The first day of your heat? Is this a trick question?"
Jimin laughs, settling over Jungkook's lap, arms wrapping around his neck. The way Jungkook stares at him still makes him feel so warm, so loved.
"It's exactly three years since we first met."
Jungkook's eyes widen. "Really? It feels like so much longer..."
"Mm, feels like I've known you half my life." The nervousness kicks in again, then, and Jimin drops his gaze to Jungkook's chin, digging his teeth into his own lip before he continues. "So. I wanted to surprise you but not, like, surprise you, so I stopped taking birth control, but I have emergency contraceptives for after my heat if you don't want— If you—"
Jungkook goes very still underneath him as he puts together the meaning behind Jimin's words, and Jimin finally hears a quiet, "Oh, baby. Are you asking...?"
"Let's make another baby, Jungkook-ah," Jimin says, and his heart swells at the smile that stretches across Jungkook's face, that wrinkles his eyes so handsomely.
"Jiminie. My beautiful Jiminie." Jungkook's voice is thick with emotion, and Jimin wants to kiss him so badly, but knows with the current fire stirring in his belly that it will be hard to stop, once he starts. "You mean it?"
Jimin nods. "It might not happen, this heat, but I want to start trying." Jimin shifts over Jungkook's lap, heat licking up his spine when Jungkook's grip on his hips tightens. "Want you to breed me, alpha."
"Yeah?" Jungkook tilts his head up, brushes his lips over Jimin's. His scent has already grown muskier, excited. Jimin wants to roll around in it. "Tell me how much you want it."
"How about..." Jimin says, sliding off Jungkook's lap, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt. "I just show you?"
Jimin doesn't even make it two seconds into his strip-tease before Jungkook is grabbing him around the waist, kissing him while Jimin laughs, feeling breathless, feeling impatient with the growing need, and feeling so, so loved.