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The weather was nice by the time Jungkook got off work. The sun that had accompanied him through his patrol was now hiding behind dark grey clouds but the weather was still nice. It wasn’t sticky like other days or dry like last week. It was chilly, enough for a sweater, but not cold enough for Jungkook to put on his jacket. He stretched up at the sky, smiling as the rest of his team walked out.

“Man, I’m craving some jjamppong,” his superintendent said as he stopped beside Jungkook. “What do you say, Officer Jeon? Should we all head down to JENNIE’s for some jjamppong?”

Jungkook turned to look at him, smiling widely at him. “I have a better place in mind, sir.”

“A better place than JENNIE’s?” Officer Jung scoffed, bottom lip jutting out as he scowled at Jungkook. Everyone looked at Jungkook, curious to see what was happening. “What can be better than JENNIE’s?”

“Wow, hyung, your food keeps getting better and better,” Jungkook exclaimed as he slurped the last of his kalguksu. He looked up at Seokjin, who was frowning at him from across the table. Jungkook threw him a thumbs up. “Better than any restaurant.”

Seokjin scoffed, grabbing one of the menus and hitting Jungkook on the head. “Ya, punk! What did I say about skipping out on your work’s dinners? If you keep rejecting them, they’re not going to invite you anymore. Do you know how annoying it is to invite someone who keeps turning you down?”

Jungkook looked up at him, sniffling from the spicy broth. “Hyung,” Jungkook said, Seokjin glaring at him still. “I’ll be fine. And it wasn’t like I rejected them, I told them to come meet me here but they never showed up.”

Seokjin shook his head, leaning back against the chair. “Of course not, your team likes going to a restaurant called JENNIE. It’s one of the best on this block.”

Jungkook shook his head. “TONIGHT is one of the best restaurants, hyung. I’ll get them to switch over, I promise.”

“You punk,” Seokjin hit Jungkook on the head again before standing up. “You’re my last customer so clean up after yourself, I’m going upstairs.” Seokjin threw the menu on the table, Jungkook smiling as he watched him go up the stairs.

Jungkook chuckled, walking to the back of the counter, humming as song as he washed his own dish. He looked around, noticing that the preparations from the morning were all full. Had Seokjin sold anything today? Jungkook looked up at Seokjin’s office. Did he just stay up there until he sees someone come in?

Finished with his washing, Jungkook shook his hands around to dry them, looking around the restaurant for some pamphlets. He’ll take some and hopefully that’ll spark some curiosity. As much as his team loved JENNIE’s, Jungkook knew that the food there was expensive. 

TONIGHT’s prices were reasonable, in Jungkook’s humble opinion.

Jungkook grabbed a handful of pamphlets, along with some coupons, and made his way out to the middle of the restaurant. He looked up at Seokjin’s window, smiling at him. “Bye hyung!” Jungkook screamed. “Sleep well!”

“Ya! I saw what you took, bring those back!” Seokjin screamed from behind the glass but Jungkook pretended to not hear him.

“Bye!” Jungkook said one more time before running out of the restaurant. Jungkook will make sure Seokjin’s business competes with JENNIE.

Jungkook was shivering under the light rain as he made his way back home. He had made a pit-stop to the police station, happy to see that no one was home yet. Jungkook yawned into his hand, wondering why he was so tired today. He had gotten the usual amount of sleep. He had his two cups of coffee too. Maybe it was from Seokjin’s food. They do say ‘happy tummy, happy friends.’

Despite what his hyung says, he knows he appreciates Jungkook’s efforts to popularize his restaurant. And if he doesn’t...well, then Jungkook will make him. Simple as that.

Jungkook’s phone vibrated in his pocket, making him jump at the vibration. He slipped his hand into the pocket, taking out his phone.


“I know you took some coupons,” Seokjin said on the other side. “What are you scheming?”

Jungkook smiled, about to answer when he saw someone outside of his apartment. “Uh, sorry, hyung. Give me a second.” Jungkook looked at the person. “Excuse me? Sir?”

Jungkook hung up the call, pocketing his phone before moving to get a better look at the man. He squatted down, keeping a distance between them. 

“Sir? You can’t sleep here, it’s private property,” Jungkook shook the man’s leg, making the man look up. Jungkook winced at the cuts and bruises on the man’s face. “Wow, you’re pretty injured, aren’t you? Sir, what’s your name?”

The man looked at Jungkook, his eyes meeting Jungkook’s. Jungkook tilted his head slightly. The man was sort of...pretty? “Help,” the man said, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook sighed. “I’m sorry, I can call an ambulance if you want, or someone you know.”

“Help me,” the man grabbed Jungkook’s hand, his eyes watering as the grip around Jungkook loosened. Jungkook sighed, standing back up as he breathed in, gagging at the smell. 

An omega? 

Jungkook covered his nose, not recognizing the other smell on the man. He was definitely an omega, that smell Jungkook could recognize from a mile away. But there was something else. Something nauseating. 

“Shit,” Jungkook whispered, knowing that he couldn’t take an omega to the hospital, especially one that isn’t mated with Jungkook. The doctors are legally allowed to turn away any un-mated omega. 

Jungkook looked around before slowly wrapping one of the man’s arms around Jungkook’s neck, lifting him from the ground. The man grimaced in pain, making Jungkook freeze. When nothing else happened, Jungkook continued to make his way to his apartment. 

His phone was vibrating in his pocket but Jungkook just pressed his thumb to his keypad, the front door unlocking.

“Hang in there,” Jungkook mumbled, dragging the man to his couch. “There we go, slowly sit down, yes, like that.”

The man gasped, hands going to hold his stomach. Jungkook sighed, looking around for his first aid kit. He had used it this morning, where did he place it?

Jungkook spotted the red box on the kitchen counter, walking over, grabbing it by the handle and walking back to the man. Jungkook turned away, the smell of the omega and whatever the other smell was stinging his nose.

“Alright, maybe we should clean you first,” Jungkook covered his nose as he walked back to his kitchen. Grabbing a big bowl, he poured some sink water into the bowl, deciding to add a couple of ice into the water, too. Just in case the man had a fever that Jungkook didn’t know about. Next, Jungkook walked to the bathroom, grabbing a towel from his rack, and going back for the bowl of ice water.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” Jungkook said to no one, grabbing everything and making his way back to the man. Dousing the towel into the ice water, Jungkook started to wipe away the dirt and mud on the man. He wondered if he should call someone but who?

The chances of a hospital taking in an omega was low. Hospitals were for Alphas and mated Omegas. From the look of the man, it didn’t seem like he was mated. And if he was, what kind of Alpha would do this to their mate?

Jungkook dip the towel in the water again, moving closer to wipe the towel over the man’s face. Jungkook held the man’s face by the chin, furrowing his eyebrows as he worked on the mud on one of his cheeks.

The man slowly opened his eyes, meeting Jungkook’s gaze. Jungkook looked down at him, feeling his heart skip as the man smiled softly at him. Jungkook was about to ask the man what his name was but the man’s head fell back again. It seemed like the man was coming in and out of consciousness. 

 Was he injured somewhere? Stabbed? Shot? Jungkook lifted the man’s shirt, flinching away when he saw the bump. A pregnant Omega? 

“Sir,” Jungkook tried again, shaking the man’s arm slightly. “Do you want me to call anyone?”

The man opened his eyes again, “Sangkyu.” He said. “Park Sangkyu.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “Is that a friend? An Alpha?”

The man laughed softly before going out of consciousness again.

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Jimin woke up abruptly, heart beating fast in his chest as he looked around. His hand fell to his stomach, a sigh of relief as he felt his pup’s heart against his palm. Jimin made a move to get up but his entire body refused, making him whimper softly from the shooting pain down his back.

He looked around, wondering what had happened? All he remembered was someone from the night shelter kicking him out when they found out that Jimin was a pregnant omega. Someone had tricked Jimin into going behind the shelter, where they had attacked him, beating him and degrading him.

A tear escaped his eyes as he felt his pup’s heart beat. Jimin tried to calm himself, remembering that he still didn’t know where he was. 

His eyes looked around the space, a living room of some sort. There were pictures and paintings on the walls. Paintings that Jimin didn’t recognize, maybe they were personal. The pictures didn’t appear to have anyone in them, just scenery views. Jimin slowly sat up straighter on the couch, wincing at the throbbing pain on his forehead.

Jimin lifted a hand, touching his forehead, tensing up when he felt a bandage. Has someone taken care of his cuts? Who? And what time was it? 

“Hello?” Jimin croaked out, his throat hurting as he spoke. He kept one hand on his stomach, feeling his pup press their hand up against Jimin’s. Jimin let out a shaky breath, happy that his pup was okay, that no harm had come to them. “Hello?”

A door opened, making Jimin flinch at the sound. Jimin blinked, watching as a man stepped out. The man was an Alpha, Jimin could easily tell by his stature. He was tall, broad, strong, and smelled of pheromones. He could also tell this Alpha didn’t have a mate. There wasn’t any smell of another alpha, beta, or omega. 

The man was ruffling his hair, evident that he had just woken up. Their big round eyes met Jimin’s, making him freeze from across the living room. Jimin swallowed, his pup’s hand pulling away from Jimin’s. His pup must’ve felt Jimin’s fear. 

“You’re awake,” the man said. His voice made Jimin look at him curiously. The sound seemed familiar but Jimin wasn’t sure why. “I’m relieved.”

Jimin kept his gaze on the alpha, both arms wrapping around his stomach protectively. “I’m fine.” Jimin said. “I should go, my Alpha must be worried about me.” He made a move to get up but his body caved in. 

The man quickly appeared beside him, catching him before he fell back down. “Hey, be careful,” the man scorned Jimin, sighing loudly. “You can’t be reckless like that, you’re not the only one you have to take care of, you know.”

Jimin looked up at the man, frowning as he pulled himself off their grip. “I said I’m fine.”

“You’re obviously not,” Jungkook helped him set down gently. “Listen, I know you don’t have an Alpha.”

“How did—”

“It was pretty obvious,” the man chuckled, looking behind before pulling a chair from the kitchen, and sitting in front of Jimin. Jimin kept his eye on him, arms wrapped around his stomach. “You don’t smell like any Alpha and I found you on the street. Unless you’re Alpha is a really fucking shitty guy, I don’t think you have one.”

Jimin clenched his jaw, just staring at the stranger. The man smiled softly, making his pup touch Jimin’s hand.

“I also know you’re expecting,” the man said, eyes glancing down at Jimin’s stomach. “Listen, you’re more than welcome to stay as long—”

“No,” Jimin said, catching the man off-guard. “As soon as I can stand, I’m leaving.” Jimin looked down at his stomach, then back up at the man. “I appreciate your concern but I do have an Alpha and he must be worried sick about me. So no.”

The man let out a sigh, nodding as he met Jimin’s gaze again. “That’s fine,” he said. “But at least let me cook something for you. You’re going to need all the energy to get where you need to go.”

“No, I don’t—”

“Don’t make me force feed you,” the man grinned, Jimin frowning at him. The man put his hands up, chuckling softly. “It was a joke! I’m sorry, that was bad.” The man mumbled to himself, looking away from Jimin’s intense stare.

“Alright,” Jimin said, knowing he should eat something. But it was for his pup, not for him. “I’ll eat.”

The man quickly turned back, smiling wide at Jimin. “Alright!” He got up from the chair, humming to himself as he rubbed his chin. “Now, what do you feed a pregnant omega?”

Jimin scoffed. “Ya, I’m pregnant not some foregin species.”

“Well, technically you are.” The man said. “I’m an Alpha so I usually eat a lot. You’re an Omega so you probably don’t eat as much as I do.”

Jimin shook his head, staring at him in full disbelief. Why did all Alphas lack the common sense gene? “I’m pregnant, I eat for three Alphas.”

The man smiled at him, making him look like a baby more than an Alpha. “I know!” He snapped his fingers before running off to the kitchen. Jimin strained his neck trying to find the man again but he couldn’t see much from the couch.

Jimin sighed, looking down at his stomach, wondering how he ever ended up here.


Jimin looked up from his hobakjuk, furrowing his eyebrows at the man. “What?”

The man chuckled, shaking his head as he smiled at Jimin. “I’ve been trying to remember the name you gave me last night. You whispered to me, ‘Park Sangkyu.’” The man looked at Jimin. “Is that your name? Or your Alpha’s name?”

Jimin sipped his porridge, shaking his head. “I don’t know anyone by that name.”

“Oh, I wonder why you whispered that name to me, then. Are you sure? Maybe it’s your name and you don’t remember.”

Jimin scoffed, looking away from the man. “I think I’d remember my own name.”

“Then what is it?”

Jimin pushed away the remaining of his food, feeling a little nauseous. “How would you know I’m telling the truth? I could tell you any name and you wouldn’t know.”

The man chuckled, picking up the dishes that they had been using and standing up. Jimin looked up at him. “I think as long as it’s not Sangkyu, you’re about 50 percent wrong.”

Jimin chuckled at the nonsense, the man winking at Jimin before disappearing into the kitchen again. Jimin slowly moved his hand up and down his stomach, his body feeling a little better from the warmness of the hobakjuk. Jimin had been unsure of the taste but the man’s cooking was pretty delicious.

“I think I should tell you mine,” the man said as he came out with some fruit. “Do you want fruit? Sorry, I should’ve asked first.”

Jimin looked at him, feeling a little uneasy with the stranger’s kindness. What did this man want from Jimin? Why was he so kind? Did he expect something from him? “No, thank you.”

The man nodded, sitting back on the chair in front of Jimin, his bunny-like teeth eating away at the strawberry. “My name is Jungkook,” the man said. “Jeon Jungkook.”

Jimin’s hand stopped caressing his stomach, his eyes slowly taking in the Alpha in front of him. He wondered how many omegas this man knew. Was he always this kind to them? If so, why? “Nice to meet you,” Jimin said.

Jungkook laughed. “This is the part when you tell me your name.”

“Sangkyu,” Jimin said. “Park Sangkyu.”

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“Hyung, how does sex work?”

Seokjin’s eyes widened. “There’s a little kid behind you!”

“That’s ironic.”

Seokjin grabbed Jungkook’s arm, pulling him towards the stairs that led up to his office. Jungkook looked at his hyung curiously, wondering why he was blushing so hard.

“I know I said you could ask me anything until Yoongi came back but seriously?” Seokjin whispered loudly. “How do you not know how sex works?”

Jungkook chuckled, “I mean between an Alpha and an Omega. The Alpha needs to release a knot, doesn’t he?”

Seokjin sighed, looking around before shaking his head. “Yoongi owes me big time,” he gestured towards his office. “Meet me in my office, I’ll be up in a few minutes to show you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his hands covering his chest. “Hyung, I don’t like you like that.”

“I meant to teach you, shut up, go up!” Seokjin shoved Jungkook towards the stairs before walking away, mumbling to himself. Jungkook giggled, walking up the stairs, keeping his gaze on Seokjin. 

Jungkook smiled to himself, happy to see that the restaurant was busy today. He took one last look around before opening the door to the office and stepping inside. Jungkook whistled, it was definitely more spacious than last time he came up. It was also nicely decorated, nothing like how Yoongi used to have it.

Jungkook smiled as he noticed a picture frame on the desk. He picked it up, chuckling at their baby faces. Jungkook was grubby, Seokjin looked like a baby, and Yoongi’s cheeks were just a little bit more chubbier. They were standing in front of the restaurant, or what was going to be the restaurant. Yoongi had bought the building at a low price due to the immense amount of reconstruction that would be needed. 

It had always been Yoongi’s dream to open one and now he ran one with Seokjin. Jungkook put back the picture frame, looking down at Seokjin through the window. He wondered when the two would get together. 

They’ve all known each other for 7 years and the two have yet to make a move. Jungkook shook his head, wondering why they haven’t made a move yet. 

Jungkook watched as Seokjin climbed up the stairs, opening the door. “Here,” Seokjin handed Jungkook a cookie. “I gave some to the little girl you traumatized and had extras.”

“Thanks!” Jungkook grabbed the cookies, happily eating it. “So you were going to teach me?” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, watching as Seokjin’s ears turned red.

“Shut up,” Seokjin scoffed, shaking his head as he pulled over one of the chairs. “Why are you asking about sex? Do you plan on having some?”

Jungkook shook his head, leaning against the window sill. “Not really,” Jungkook took another bite of the cookie. “I’m just curious about how a pregnancy works. Can someone still get pregnant even without mating with an Alpha?”

Seokjin looked away he thought, slowly nodding his head. “Yes,” Seokjin said. “But it could lead to a lot of complications.”

“Like what?”

“Well, speaking for that Alpha, they might reject the pup since there’s no link or bond. They could reject that omega too, since they aren’t mated. Speaking for the pregnant Omega, it’s mostly just emotional. Unlike the Alpha, Omegas can suffer from a lot of emotional problems.”

Jungkook looked down at the cookie in his hand, biting his lip. Poor Sangkyu.

“What about the pup? Can something happen to them?”

Seokjin met Jungkook’s gaze. “It depends,” he said. “The Alpha will most likely reject them but other than that, I say it’s more of a case by case.”

Jungkook nodded. “During birth,” Jungkook asked. “Will the Omega be alright?”

Seokjin shrugged, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared at Jungkook. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Jungkook, did you do something stupid? You can be honest with me, if you impregnated someone—”

“Oh, no!” Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “I didn’t do anything! I just know of a friend that’s going through this.”

“A friend,” Seokjin said. “Right, a friend.”

Jungkook smiled. “Thanks for the information, hyung. I should go to work.”

Seokjin hummed, smiling softly as he watched Jungkook leave.

“Here you go,” Jungkook said, putting three bags onto Sangkyu’s lap. “Three bags of spicy dried squid.”

Sangkyu looked up at him. “I asked for just one.”

“Yeah but you might have finished the first bag,” Jungkook chuckled. “Just in case, you might crave some later in the day and I won’t be here to buy you them.”

Sangkyu chuckled, nodding as he picked up one of the bags. “Thank you, Jungkook-ssi.”

Jungkook hummed, restocking the table that Jungkook had set up for him. He took out the empty cans and bottles, putting in new ones. He cleaned up the crumbs around the table, stocking Sangkyu with new fruit bars and fruit snacks. 

“You don’t have to do all that,” Sangkyu said. “I can get them myself.”

“Don’t be silly,” Jungkook shook his head. “I told you that you’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you want. Besides, you’re still recovering.”

Sangkyu sighed, opening the bag of squid, bottom lip jutting out slightly. Jungkook smiled at him, gathering up all the empty wrappers and bottles. 

“I have to work late tonight so I might not get home until tomorrow,” Jungkook said, throwing away all the trash. “I’ll come back around dinner to make you something to eat.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

Jungkook smiled. “I know, I want to,” he said. “How are your cuts? Do you need me to clean them?”

“I can do it.”

Jungkook sighed, shaking his head at the man’s stubbornness. He walked to the bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit, and coming back. “Oh, I forgot, do you need help getting to the restroom? I can help you go before I leave.”

The man’s cheeks turned pink. “No, I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Jungkook said, deciding to drop the subject. Jungkook pulled a chair from the table, placing it in front of Sangkyu. “Come here, let me give you new bandages.”

Sangkyu put a hand over his stomach before cautiously leaning forward. Jungkook smiled softly at him, raising one hand to slowly hold Sangkyu’s chin. Using his other hand, Jungkook carefully peeled off the bandage on Sangkyu’s forehead.

“Is it bad?” Sangkyu asked.

“Yeah,” Jungkook grimaced. “I can definitely see a bone.”

“What!” Sangkyu pulled away, terror all over his face.

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry! I’m only kidding, it’s healing fine. Don’t worry!”

Sangkyu frowned at him, going back to his usual cold expression. “That’s not funny.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—” Jungkook sighed. “I’m sorry, Sangkyu.”

The man looked Jungkook up and down, slowly going back. Jungkook smiled at him softly, grabbing his chin again, slowly tilting his head down. 

“Where do you work?”

“I’m a police officer,” Jungkook said, putting some medicine over the cut, using a cotton swab to slowly spread it everywhere. “Have been for two years now, what about you? Do you work?”

Sangkyu hummed. “No,” he said. “Where I’m from, Omegas aren’t allowed to work.”

“Oh? I’m sorry to hear that,” Jungkook reached over, grabbing a new bandage, and sighing. “I hate that places like that still exist. Omegas are just as capable as anyone else. Betas, too.”

Sangkyu looked up at Jungkook, humming again. “Yeah.”

Jungkook leaned back, his hand falling from Sangkyu’s chin. “There,” he said. “Do you want me to check anything else?”

“No, thank you.”

“Alright, I should get going,” Jungkook got up, deciding to leave the chair and first aid kit. “I’ll leave this here, just in case. I told you about the home phone, right? My number is speed dial number one, call me for anything, okay?”

Sangkyu nodded. “Ok.”

Jungkook looked around, wondering what else he was forgetting. He already locked the doors, in case of an intruder. He stocked Sangkyu’s snack table. The first aid kit was at arm’s reach. The bathroom door was open, just in case.

“Alright, I’ll see you for dinner,” Jungkook said. Sangkyu nodded.

“See you.”

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Jimin sighed as he watched the last episode of the drama, wondering what else he could do as he waited for Jungkook to come back. Ideally, he was supposed to be out of this apartment by now, but Jimin couldn’t even get off the couch to pee. 

As trustworthy as Jungkook might seem, Jimin still didn’t trust him, especially now that he learned what his occupation was. A police officer. 

Jimin could only scoff at the thought. A police officer is supposed to protect those who were wronged. But what did they do when Jimin reported his Alpha? They told Jimin to beat it, to suck it up, to live a life as an unwanted omega. 

Jimin looked down at his stomach, smiling softly as his pup pressed their hand against Jimin’s stomach. The little bug must be dying to get out. Jimin leaned his head back against the couch, eyes slowly closing. 

He wondered what his little pup will grow up to be. What would his favorite color be? Would he like long hair or short hair? Would he grow up to be creative or athletic?

Jimin smiled as he started to drift to sleep. Whatever this little pup will grow up to be, Jimin hopes with everything in him, that he isn’t an omega. 

“Hey,” someone whispered, gently shaking Jimin away. “Sangkyu, wake up.”

Jimin hummed, fluttering his eyes open to find the man in front of him was wearing a police uniform. Jimin quickly jumped away, wincing at the sharp pain in his back. 

“Woah, relax! It’s me, it’s me!” Jimin focused on the face, scoffing incredulously at him. 

“You scared me!” Jimin punched Jungkook in the chest. “I thought—You scared me!”

Jungkook pouted at him, rubbing where Jimin had punched him. “I know, I’m sorry. I just wanted to ask if you needed help going to the restroom.”

“Of course not!” Jimin lied. Jungkook smiled at him, not believing the omega. “Yes, please.”

“Thought so,” Jungkook laughed, quickly holding an arm out. “You remember how, right? You have to slowly rise with the support of your feet.”

Jimin grabbed hold of Jungkook’s arm, small smile growing on his face at the Alpha’s annoyingly cute advice. “I know,” Jimin mumbled, planting his feet firmly on the ground, and taking a breath. 

Jungkook watched Jimin. “Remember that you can hold onto me tightly, no matter where.” He said, “And I’ll catch you if you fall, so don’t worry.”

Jimin swallowed nervously, slowly pushing through his legs to get up from the couch. He winced at the pain but managed to get up on his feet. “Ah,” Jimin said, feeling his pup move around. 

Jungkook immediately turned. “You okay? What happened?”

“Nothing, I just,” Jimin stayed holding onto Jungkook with one hand, using the other one to caress his stomach, in an effort to calm him down from the sudden movements. “He gets a little panicky.”

Jungkook laughed softly, Jimin looking up at him. “He’s worried about you,” he said. “That’s good, it means your bond will be strong.”

Jimin looked at Jungkook, eyes scanning the Alpha’s face for a while, before dropping his eyes to the floor. “I need to pee.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you there,” Jungkook patted Jimin’s hand, both of them slowly walking to the restroom. 

It wasn’t until Jimin let go of Jungkook at the toilet, that he noticed the marks on Jungkook’s arm from where Jimin had grabbed him tightly. Jimin’s nails had left crescent moons on the skin, so deep that there were small dots of blood. 

Jimin stared at Jungkook’s arm as they ate dinner together, Jungkook screaming at the main protagonist for getting in the way again. The injury wasn’t too bad. Or at least that’s what Jimin tried to tell himself. But his eyes would always slowly come back to them. 

Putting down the samsaek sandwich that Jungkook had made them, reaching over to grab the first aid kit. 

“Oh? Are you okay?” Jungkook looked at him attentively. “Are your bandages itchy?”

Jimin shook his head, taking a bandage out, and looking down at Jungkook’s arm. “I’m sorry,” Jimin said softly, lowering his head as he put the bandage over the injury. “I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook looked down, too, laughing. Jimin lifted his head, eyebrows knitting together. Jungkook noticed Jimin’s confusion, immediately cutting off his laughter. 

“Sangkyu, you’re quite cute,” Jungkook said. “Thank you for the bandage.”

Jimin felt his cheeks warming up in embarrassment. “Ya!” Jimin punched Jungkook’s chest again. “I’m pretty sure I’m older than you!”

Jungkook smiled widely, leaning in. “Are you sure? You have an ID to prove this theory?”

Jimin scoffed, looking at the Alpha in disbelief. “Theory? It’s not a theory! It’s the truth! 1995, October 13, 1995! What about you!”

Jungkook puffed out his cheeks, leaning away slightly. “Fine,” he said. “Hyung.”

Jimin stuck his tongue out at him before turning back to his sandwich, glaring at him with every bite. By the second or third bite, Jungkook was smiling again. And Jimin can’t say that he minds. 

By the time Jimin wakes up from his nap, the whole apartment is dark again. The mess that Jungkook had made was cleaned up, nothing but the light from outside illuminating the place. Jimin wasn’t sure why but he felt his throat start to choke up, his heart beating fast. He felt an overwhelming sob start to build up inside him. 

With one hand over his stomach, Jimin sobbed quietly, not sure if Jungkook was in the other room or still at work. He had mentioned staying overnight but Jimin wasn’t sure. 

Either way, he silently sobbed, just letting all his emotions release. All the negative feelings, all the fears, all the anger – all of it. Jimin continued like that for what felt like an hour or so. 

With a couple final hiccups, Jimin wiped his eyes, starting to control his emotions again. He sniffled as he lifted his head, about to search for some tissues, when he noticed two figures standing in front of him. 

Jimin quickly looked up, finding two men. 

“Uh,” the taller one said. “Who are you and why are you crying on Jungkook’s couch?”

The smaller one frowned at Jimin. “And is Jungkook the father?”

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“I brought more—” Jungkook stopped when he found Seokjin and Yoongi sitting on the couch, staring at him. “Hyungs, what are you doing here?” Jungkook looked around, furrowing his eyebrows when he didn’t see Sangkyu. 

Seokjin sighed. “Jungkook, you have some serious explaining to do.”

“Are you an idiot?” Yoongi said, looking at Jungkook. “Who was that? Why the fuck did we find a pregnant omega in your house? Are you crazy?”

Jungkook hummed, walking past them, looking around the house. “Where is he?”

“How should I know? By now, he’s probably gone for good.”

Jungkook froze, the dried squid bag falling on the ground. He clenched his jaw, slowly turning to look at Yoongi. “Please,” Jungkook said. “Please tell me you didn’t kick him out.”

Seokjin glanced at Yoongi, then at Jungkook. “We didn’t,” he said. “But he left anyway. He wanted us to tell you that he appreciates your kindness but—”

“Hyung!” Jungkook screamed, both of them looking up at Jungkook. Jungkook stared at them, feeling his body warm up with annoyance. 

Yoongi scoffed, looking at Jungkook. “What? Did you bond with the little omega? The kid isn’t yours, Jungkook, why care?”

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head, before running out of the apartment. He looked around the empty streets, wondering which way Sangkyu might’ve gone. Without thinking, Jungkook ran towards the left, looking around as he did. How long had they been there? How long had it been since Sangkyu left? He couldn’t have gone that far, right? He could barely get up from the couch. How did he manage to get this far?

Jungkook just kept running, even as his chest and legs started to burn, he kept running. He had to be here somewhere, right?

Jungkook sighed as he ate the dried squid he had bought for Sangkyu. It’s been a week and Jungkook hasn’t heard or seen him. Maybe he was gone for good. Jungkook groaned, throwing his head back as he chewed.

He knew he shouldn’t be acting like this. Sangkyu was an adult, he was capable of making decisions that he thought was best for him and his pup but Jungkook just felt guilty. Guilty that his friends kicked him out like that. They had no right and Jungkook vowed to stay angry with both of them for a long long time.

“Are you sure you’re not mad at us?”

“Hyung, I already said no,” Jungkook sighed.

Seokjin chuckled. “You just ordered water,” he said as he looked down at the notepad. “You usually buy the entire menu, Guk. The water is free.”

Jungkook shrugged, crossing his arms. “I’m on a diet.”

“You eat like five Alphas.”

“Let him be,” Yoongi called out from the kitchen. “If he wants to pout and cry over an unmated omega, let him.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, looking away from Seokjin. “Maybe if the atmosphere was better, my appetite might open up again.”

Seokjin sighed. “One water, coming up.” He left to the kitchen, Jungkook glancing over at them. He watched as Seokjin and Yoongi argued to themselves, Jungkook rolling his eyes as he looked out the window.

He watched as the rain slowly started to come down, making him remember the night he met Sangkyu. 

“I know you took some coupons,” Seokjin said on the other side. “What are you scheming?”

Jungkook smiled, about to answer when he saw someone outside of his apartment. “Uh, sorry, hyung. Give me a second.” Jungkook looked at the person. “Excuse me? Sir?”

Jungkook hung up the call, pocketing his phone before moving to get a better look at the man. He squatted down, keeping a distance between them. 

“Sir? You can’t sleep here, it’s private property,” Jungkook shook the man’s leg, making the man look up. Jungkook winced at the cuts and bruises on the man’s face. “Wow, you’re pretty injured, aren’t you? Sir, what’s your name?”

The man looked at Jungkook, his eyes meeting Jungkook’s. Jungkook tilted his head slightly. The man was sort of...pretty? “Help,” the man said, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook leaned his chin against his palm, letting out a deep sigh. He wondered if Sangkyu was alright, if he had made it somewhere safe for tonight.

“Here’s your water.”

Jungkook looked up as Yoongi slammed the glass on the table. Yoongi frowned at him. “Thanks,” Jungkook said.

“Listen, Jungkook, I just—”

Jungkook’s radio went off, making Jungkook react automatically. “Officer 343J,” he said into his radio, getting up, as he waved at them before running to his car.

“There’s a 10-10 on Insa-dong.” the operator said. “What’s your 10=20?”

“I’m near Insa-dong, I’ll be there in five minutes.”


Jungkook got into his car, quickly driving towards the location that they sent him. Jungkook sighed, glancing up at the rearview mirror. He wondered what Yoongi was going to tell him. 

Jungkook ran out of his car, hand over his gun as he approached the big crowd.

“Leave him alone!” A girl screamed.

Jungkook pushed through the crowd, furrowing his eyebrows when he found someone about to kick the person on the ground. Without hesitation, Jungkook grabbed the man from behind, pulling him away.

“Alright, break it up,” Jungkook said, the man struggling to get out from Jungkook’s lock.

“Let go,” the man yelled. “Don’t you see this little omega needs another lesson? Stupid little—”

“Enough,” Jungkook said loudly, his voice echoing against the crowd. The crowd all went silent, the man stopped fighting Jungkook’s hold.

“Officer Jeon,” someone else said.

Jungkook turned to find his partner running towards him, wiping away the barbecue sauce on his lips. “I’m sorry for the delay.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Take this man to the station,” Jungkook threw the drunk to his partner.

“Are you alright?” Jungkook asked, looking down at the omega. Jungkook broke out into a small smile as he recognized the man. “Well, well, well.”

The omega looked up from his position, eyes swollen with tears as they met Jungkook’s. “Jung,” Sangkyu whispered softly. “Is that—Is that you?”

Jungkook chuckled, reaching over to brush away the sweaty strands of hair from his face. He sighed, shaking his head as the omega broke out into a sob. “It’s okay,” Jungkook whispered, the omega sobbing into Jungkook’s chest. “It’s okay.”

“How is he, doctor?” Jungkook asked, glancing over at Sangkyu, who was fast asleep on the bed.

The doctor nodded. “He’s okay. The majority of injuries were to his face, luckily, the Alpha didn’t cause any damage to the baby.”

Jungkook sighed. “Thank you for taking him in. I know hospitals have—”

“Don’t,” the doctor shook his head. “I think that rule is ridiculous and any doctor who enforces that isn’t a real doctor. You are more than welcome to bring him or any omega here, Officer Jeon.”

Jungkook smiled softly, nodding. “Thank you.”

“Of course, please remind him to take it slow,” the doctor handed Jungkook a bag. “These were the items found on him.”

“Thank you,” Jungkook said, looking down at the bag. There was nothing but a necklace inside the bag. No wallet, no ID, nothing. Just a golden feather necklace. Jungkook walked towards Sangkyu, eyebrows furrowing as he read the name on the bag. Park Jimin.

Jungkook looked up, finding the omega waking up. He continued walking towards him. The omega looked at him, eyes red and swollen. 

“How's—” The omega said, voice raspy from crying. “How’s my pup?”

Jungkook took a seat next to the bed, sighing as he crossed his arms. “You left without saying goodbye.”

The omega blinked, his lips forming a frown. “How’s my pup?”

“Your pup is fine,” Jungkook said. 

“Good,” the man sighed, rubbing his stomach. “Good.”

Jungkook scoffed, shaking his head as he looked at the omega. “If you cared that much, you wouldn’t have left like that.”

The man looked away. “My time there was up, I had to leave.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, the omega lifting his head up, eyes widened as their gaze met. “Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be out like that? Don’t you know a full moon is coming?”

Jimin’s eyes lowered again. “No.”

“Do you know what happens during a full moon?” Jungkook scolded the man, shaking his head. “What happened tonight is only a small portion of what could’ve happened.”

Jimin sighed, hand rubbing his stomach. “I get it,” he said. “Can you stop treating me like an idiot?”

“You are one!” Jungkook exclaimed, Jimin scoffing at him. “You put yourself in danger by leaving.”

Jimin laughed incredulously. “Ya, aren’t you supposed to treat me nicely? I’m the victim here.”

“You’re coming home with me,” Jungkook said.


“Yes,” Jungkook said. “Unless you think you can pay for this hospital all on your own.”

Jimin scoffed. “You’re really—You’re joking.”

Jungkook leaned in, glaring at Jimin. “You lied to me after I opened my doors to you, left without saying goodbye, stopped me from eating, and made me worry about you for a whole week without so much as a call? No, I’m not joking. I might not look like it but I’m very mean.”

Jimin smiled softly, shaking his head. “Thank you,” Jimin said. “For saving me again.”

Jungkook smiled back, putting his hand over Jimin’s. “I’m happy you’re safe.”

“What’s going to happen with the Alpha?”

Jungkook sighed, leaning back, pulling his hand away. “I charged him with assault but who knows how long it’ll stick. Alphas usually just get a slap on the rest for this type of bullshit but I’ll try my hardest to book him.”

Jimin nodded. “I’m a little tired.”

“Sleep,” Jungkook said, “I’ll come back tomorrow, so don’t even think about skipping out.”

“Wait,” Jimin said, reaching over to grab Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook turned, looking at Jimin. The omega squeezed Jungkook’s fingers. “Please stay.”

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Jimin stared at the two strangers in front of him, feeling his hands start to shake as the continuously asked him questions. Who was he? Whose baby was he carrying? Was it Jungkook’s? How did he know Jungkook? Where did they meet? Where was Jungkook? Who was Jungkook with? Was Jimin just a friend? Were they dating? Where did Jimin come from? Why didn’t Jimin smell like Jungkook? Was Jimin unmated? How can an omega be pregnant and unmater? Was Jimin looking for money?

Soon, the men’s voices turned into a high pitch, making Jimin lower his head as he felt faint. The taller man took a step towards him but the smaller one stopped him.

“Forget it,” the man said. “Jungkook will explain to us what is happening when he comes home.”

The tall man glanced over at Jimin. “I don’t think we should let that man stay here. What if he starts a one-sided bond with Jungkook? Jungkook is still maturing, he might get fixated on an omega who is obviously in no condition for a bond.”

The smaller one look at Jimin, Jimin holding his gaze. “What do you want to do?”

“Yoongi,” the taller one whispered loudly.

The smaller one, Yoongi, shook off the taller one. He kept his gaze on Jimin, waiting for him to respond. “Are you going to stay or leave, omega?”

Leave it to a Beta to act all high and mighty, Jimin thought as he looked down at his legs. He should leave. He didn’t know who these men were but they obviously knew Jungkook better than Jimin. This was exactly what he didn’t want. He didn’t want to bring trouble to Jungkook.

“I’ll leave,” Jimin used all the little strength he had left to get up. “Just—Just tell him thank you for me, please.”

The taller one nodded, Jimin slowly walking out of the apartment. His throat tightened as he took one last look over his shoulder. He shouldn’t feel like this, he barely knew the Alpha. It just felt nice having someone there for a change. Jimin smiled softly, turning away. Maybe it was Jimin’s fault for just starting to feel comfortable. 

“Can’t you move faster?” The lady shouted at Jimin. “Your lucky I gave you a job, don’t make me regret it, stupid omega!”

Jimin just bit his tongue, feeling his face warm up from anger as he continued to bust tables. His legs and back were aching, his pup kept moving around, pushing against Jimin. Jimin just wanted to lay down but had two more hours. The nice lady who had taken him in after he left Jungkook’s apartment had been caught harboring Jimin, so he needed enough money for a hotel room for the rest of the week. The man had let Jimin stay for now but was demanding his money. 

Jimin grabbed the cup, feeling as someone groped his ass. He quickly turned, dropping the cup, shattering on the ground. The Alpha behind him laughed with his friends. 

“Pretty little ass,” the Alpha laughed. “What a shame they knocked you up.”

Jimin just glared at him, clenching his jaw as he turned away, about to walk away when the owner came out. 

“What the fuck are you doing!” The owner grabbed Jimin’s arm. “Pick up the mess you made!”

Jimin let out a sigh, eyes wanting to water but he just pulled his arm away from the owner, turning around. 

“That’s right, pick up the glass, on your knees,” the Alpha laughed. “Bet he does a lot of good things on his knees.”

Jimin kept his gaze low, wincing as he pricked himself on one of the glasses. He clenched his jaw tighter, watching as the blood fell from his finger. 

“Hey, dirty little omega, what else are you good at on your knees? What do you say? Can you handle my big,” the Alpha’s voice kept getting closer and closer. “Juicy, Alpha co—“

“Wait, what do you mean you threw the first punch?” Jungkook looked up from the dishes he was washing, looking at Jimin, who was sitting on the kitchen counter, helping to peel the garlic. “You do know he can use that against you, right?”

Jimin shrugged, “I don’t care, the idiot got what he deserved.” He mumbled, throwing the peeled garlic into the basket, bottom lip jutting out. “Stupid Alphas are always thinking they have the world at their feet. I hate them.”

Jungkook laughed, making Jimin look at him. “Hyung, I’m flattered, keep going.”

“Sorry, I meant—“

“I know,” Jungkook smiled at him, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it. You can always badmouth Alphas to me.”

Jimin just looked down at the garlic, feeling bad for his words, but it was true. The majority of run-ins with Alphas, they have always seen Jimin as a piece of ass and mistreated him. 

Except Jungkook. 

Jimin glanced up at Jungkook, who was washing the dishes as he looked out the window, keeping an eye out for the mailman. Jimin let out a shaky breath, wondering if Jungkook has gone into a rut yet, and if that’s why his Alpha had little to no control over him. 

“I like this song,” Jungkook said. Jimin looked away from Jungkook as soon as he turned. “Do you know the name?”

Jimin shook his head, pretending to be peeling garlic. “No,” he whispered.

“It’s called ‘Rigel’ by S.A. Karl,” Jungkook said. “My—uh—my ex-girlfriend played it for me on our one year anniversary. She was amazing on the piano.”

Jimin hummed, keeping his gaze on the garlic. Ex-girlfriend? So he has dated before. That’s good. “How sweet of her,” Jimin said. 

Jungkook chuckled, “Yeah, it was probably the only sweet thing she did during our relationship.” Jimin looked up at him, curiously. “She was an Alpha too, so she was really hotheaded.”

Jimin chuckled softly. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s alright, the song is nice, though.”

Jimin just lowered his gaze again, wondering what had happened between them. He quickly shook away those thoughts. 

That was none of his business. 

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Jungkook was walking down the alleyway, about to meet everyone for lunch, when he walked past a baby store. His gaze lingered as he walked by, finding the baby blanket in the window quite pretty. It looked like an entire galaxy was keeping the mannequin baby warm. Jungkook continued walking, not putting much thought to it. Until Jimin flashed into his mind. Jungkook quickly walked back to the store, looking up at the name of the store, before stepping inside.

“Hi welcome to Moon Child,” said someone, Jungkook gasping slightly as he looked around. Everything in the store was arranged to make it seem like Jungkook had stepped into space. There were stars, moons, planets, cosmics, everything. 

“Wow,” Jungkook said, “This place is beautiful.”

The person laughed, nodding. Jungkook looked at the man, taken back by how handsome the man was. “Thank you,” the man smiled, two dimples appearing on his face. “That means a lot.”

“I saw a blanket in the display window,” Jungkook pointed to the mannequin. “Do you sell it by chance?”

The man nodded, quickly running out from behind the register, ushering Jungkook to the moon portion of the store. “They’re right here,” the man picked up the blanket from the shelf. It was folded neatly, a space themed bow keeping it in order. “Do you want me to ring you up or would you like to see anything else?”

“No, this is all,” Jungkook took the blanket, gasping at how soft it was. “Thank you.” The two of them walked to the register, the man ringing Jungkook up as he continued to look around the store. Jungkook furrowed his eyebrow, spotting a bracelet set on the counter.

“Oh, that’s for the parent and the pup,” Namjoon explained. “It brings two for the parents and one for the pup. Would you like me to ring that up too?”

Jungkook bit his lip, humming. “I’ll take the ones with the little moon charm.”

Jungkook found Jimin fast asleep by the time he got home. He could smell the food that Jimin must’ve made himself for dinner. Jungkook was happy that Jimin was feeling better, even able to get up from the couch. He remembered how hard it was for Jimin to go to the restroom, he can’t even imagine how frustrating it must’ve been for him, too. 

He quietly stepped inside the apartment, the gifts he had bought for him, hiding behind his body. Jungkook tiptoed to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, constantly checking on Jimin to make sure he hadn’t woken up.

Jungkook slowly placed the bag of gifts on the table next to Jimin, noticing that the blanket had fallen off Jimin’s shoulder. He reached over, slowly lifting it, and tucking Jimin underneath. Jungkook smiled, glad that the bruising on Jimin’s face was healing nicely. 

“Good night,” Jungkook whispered before walking to his room, ready to fall asleep.

Jungkook was about to throw himself onto the bed when his phone started ringing. Jungkook whined, picking it up.

“Hello?” Jungkook asked.

“Hey, it’s me, can we meet?”

Jungkook sighed. “What for?”

“You left without letting me finish.”

“I had a job to get to, hyung,” Jungkook scoffed. “And what makes you think I want to talk or listen to you?”

Yoongi sighed on the other side of the call. “Please?”

“Fine, I’ll be there in ten.”

Jungkook opened the door to the restaurant, noticing that the doors were different. Had they installed new ones? “Hello?” Jungkook called out, looking around. He looked up at the office, finding Yoongi up there. He made his way up to the office, knocking on the door before entering. “Hey.”

Yoongi looked up from his computer, wearing some ugly thick framed glasses. “Don’t,” Yoongi said as he took the glasses off. “I know I look stupid.”


Yoongi smiled softly, gesturing at a chair. “Want some coffee?”

“No, I need to sleep after this,” Jungkook said. “What did you want, hyung? I’m very tired.”

Yoongi turned off his computer, letting Jungkook get comfortable before turning to talk to him. Yoongi tugged on his sleeves, looking more nervous than Jungkook. “I’m sorry,” Yoongi said. “I overstepped my boundaries and I wanted to apologize for that.”

Jungkook hummed, looking at Yoongi up and down. “That’s alright,” Jungkook said. “But why did you do it, hyung?”

“I was,” Yoongi bit his lip, looking around before sighing. “I was jealous, Jungkook. Despite what you might think, I really want to be with Seokjin, but he’s an Alpha. What the fuck is an Alpha going to do with a Beta? I can’t give him what he wants.”

Jungkook looked down at his own hands, knowing that Seokjin wanted a family, wanted to have pups, and create his own pack. Betas can get other Betas pregnant but an Alpha can’t get Betas pregnant. Something that Yoongi has opened to Jungkook about before. The fear that one day Seokjin will make up his mind and forget about Yoongi. Due to the nature of their relationship, Jungkook can’t blame Yoongi for always feeling unsure and insecure.

Yet, that doesn’t excuse the manner that they treated Jimin. Jimin, who had nothing to do with Yoongi or the unfortunate circumstances, wasn’t to blame.

“Okay,” Jungkook said, lifting his gaze. “I know how much that hurts you, hyung. But Jimin did nothing wrong. You had no right to treat Jimin that way or to kick him out. That was my apartment, not yours.”

Yoongi nodded. “Trust me, I know that now. I tried to look for the omega but he left,” he said. “He’s really fast.”

Jungkook chuckled softly. “That he is.”

“Have you—Have you spoken to him?”

“I have,” Jungkook said. “He’s doing okay.”

Yoongi nodded. “If you see him again, will you tell him that I’m sorry?”

Jungkook rubbed his eyes as he woke up, eyebrows furrowing when he felt someone’s head on his stomach. He lifted his head, finding Jimin fast asleep on his bed. Jungkook chuckled, noticing that Jimin was covered in the blanket that Jungkook had bought him, along with a mountain of Jungkook’s clothes around them both.

Jungkook reached over, brushing away Jimin’s bangs. He wondered what had happened to have caused the omega to sneak into his bed.

Jimin groaned, eyes fluttering open. He quickly blinked, looking around, eyes widening as he recognized where he was. “How did,” Jimin met Jungkook’s gaze again. “I’m so sorry! I don’t remember coming in here!”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “Forget it, you were probably nesting subconsciously.”

“Nesting?” Jimin put a hand over his stomach, eyes lowering slightly. “Why would I be—oh.”

“Are you worried about something? My mom used to say that Omegas tend to nest when they’re going through heat or having a bad day.”

Jimin lifted his head, looking around the room. “This,” Jimin said. “Jungkook, I don’t think I should stay here anymore.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“Look at this,” Jimin said. “I’m nesting with your belongings, your scent brings me comfort. This isn’t correct.”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, noticing how hard Jimin was breathing, his eyes watering as he looked around frantically. “Okay, okay. We’ll figure something out, just breathe a little, okay?”

Jimin looked at Jungkook, bottom lip quivering as he nodded. “I’m sorry, I just,” he ran a hand through his hair. “Shit, these hormones are killing me.”

Jungkook smiled, putting his hand over Jimin’s, making Jimin look at him. “Hey, relax, you’re not alone in this. I’ll help you, okay? If you want to leave, that’s okay, we’ll figure something out.”

“I,” Jimin looked at Jungkook, letting out a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” Jungkook squeezed Jimin’s hand. “I’ll take care of your rent so we’ll go apartment shopping tomorrow.”

Jimin shook his head. “No, I can’t let you do that. You already did so much and—”

“Hey,” Jungkook laughed. “Breathe, let me finish, hyung.”

Jimin looked at him, shaking his head. “I can’t keep being in your debt, Jungkook. You have a whole life ahead of you.”

“Yah, Park Jimin,” Jungkook said, tapping Jimin’s nose. “If you don’t stop interrupting me, I might do something we both regret.”

Jimin’s cheeks turned pink and Jungkook felt a bit flustered by his reaction. Jungkook was expecting Jimin to snap at him or say something quirky not to...blush. Jungkook looked away with an awkward cough.

“What I was—uh—saying, is that I’ll pay everything until you’re capable of paying rent.” Jungkook said, noticing that his hand was still holding Jimin’s. Jimin looked down too, both of them pulling their hands away with shy smiles.

“Okay,” Jimin said softly.

“I even know somewhere that’ll hire you,” Jungkook said, smiling softly. “So don’t worry about anything, okay?”

Jimin nodded, both of them looking away, cheeks red. 

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Jimin sighed, pouring all of Jungkook’s clothes into the washer. Jimin’s scent had rubbed all over them that he felt bad that the Alpha had to smell him. Even his uniform was starting to smell like him. 

“You’re new,” someone said. Jimin looked up to find an elderly lady holding a basket of clothes. Jimin made a move to help her but she shook her head. “Please, you already have enough to carry. How far along?” She gestured to Jimin’s stomach. 

Jimin instinctively put his hands over his stomach. “Three months,” he said softly. 

The elderly lady smiled at him. “Do you mind if I touch your stomach?”

Jimin felt his omega wanted to growl but he ignored it, just nodding his head. The elderly’s warm hands pressed against Jimin’s stomach. 

“Oh, it’s a kicker!” She laughed, her eyes looking up at Jimin. “I wish you and your mate a wonderful life.”

Jimin chuckled softly, nodding as he turned away. “Thanks,” he whispered. 

“Look, this apartment has a bigger bedroom,” Jungkook said, looking at Jimin. “Jimin? Your mind seems somewhere else.”

Jimin chuckled softly, looking down at his hands. “I’m sorry, I just—Are you sure you want to do this?”

Jungkook nodded, handing Jimin the pamphlet with all the information on the apartment building. Jimin looked up at Jungkook, who was smiling down at him. “Positive, why? Is something on your mind? Are you tired? We can look again tomorrow?”

Jimin shook his head, looking around the empty bedroom. “Isn’t this a little too big? I just—This apartment is meant for three people and it’ll just feel empty.”

“You don’t have to get this one,” Jungkook said. “The one before, you said you liked the smaller one, right? We can go back tomorrow and check it out again.”

“I’m sorry,” Jimin said. “You’re doing this really nice thing and I’m being a pain about it.”

Jungkook shook his head, patting Jimin’s shoulder. “Stop apologizing, hyung. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Jimin sighed. “Sometimes it feels like I did,” Jimin whispered, Jungkook furrowing his eyebrows at him.

“What do you mean?”

Jimin put his hand over his stomach, feeling as his pup pressed up against him. “Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I hadn’t been so blinded by love.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook said softly. “Do you want to go talk in the car?”

Jimin nodded, lifting his head to look at Jungkook, eyes watering. “Can—Can we stop by that pastry shop we saw?”

Jungkook laughed, nodding as he gestured for Jimin to walk out first. “Go wait by the car, I’ll tell the landlord that we’re finished.”

“I’m sor—”

“Don’t finish that, hyung, I’m serious,” Jungkook handed Jimin the car keys, smiling softly before disappearing into a room. Jimin sighed, slowly walking down the stairs to where they parked the car. 

“Alright, we have a small soy milk latte, your strawberry custard empanada, with some chocolate chip cookies,” Jungkook said, placing the drink into the cup holder, then handing Jimin the pastries one by one. “Oh, the lady also said she loved your eyes.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Jungkook. “When did she see me?”

“She saw us pass by earlier and wanted me to tell you,” Jungkook smiled, looking up at Jimin, leaning in close. Jimin flinched away, Jungkook’s smile spreading wider. “Hm, she’s right. They’re pretty, I hope your pup has your eyes.”

Jimin blinked, watching as Jungkook prepared his coffee in the car. Jimin felt his eyes start to water, his hormones slowly spiraling out of control. He sniffled before bursting out into tears. Jungkook quickly looked at him.

“What—What’s wrong? Did you burn yourself?”

Jimin shook his head, sobbing as he gestured at Jungkook. “I’m making you prepare your coffee in—in your car!” Jimin sobbed. “All because the seats in the shop are too uncomfortable!”

Jungkook laughed, smiling up at Jimin with his boyish smile. “Hyung,” Jungkook said. “You’re so cute.”

Jimin wiped away his tears, hitting Jungkook’s arm. “Yah,” Jimin’s bottom lip quivered. “I’m serious. This is—I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook smiled, grabbing one of the napkins, leaning forward. This time, Jimin didn’t flinch away, letting Jungkook wipe away the tears that had slipped from his eyes. Jungkook met his gaze. “You really are cute,” Jungkook said softly. “I don’t mind preparing my coffee in the car, if anything, I’m used to it. The majority of my job is staking out in my car, you know. You’re the nicest company I’ve ever had, though. My partner is really smelly. You smell nice.”

Jimin sniffled, feeling as Jungkook wiped away the tears from his eyes. “Do you mean that?”


Jimin nodded, turning away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—I really hate these stupid hormones.” He mumbled, biting down on his cookie. “I go from being super sad to super horny to super angry, it’s annoying.”

Jungkook snickered. “I’m sorry you get super what?”

“Super sad and super angry.” Jimin felt his cheeks warming up, realizing what he just said.

“Nuh uh, you skipped over one.”

Jimin shook his head. “Prepare your coffee,” he said dismissively, looking away with red cheeks and ears.

“Oh,” Jungkook said, Jimin turning to look at him. “What you said before about being blinded by love, did you want to talk about that or should I drop the subject?”

Jimin chuckled, staring at Jungkook. Jimin has never seen someone quite like him. Jungkook was kind, generous, thoughtful, and considerate. Jimin has dealt with a lot of Alphas but none of them were as gentle as Jungkook. Why? Why was he so different? Has he gone through his rut yet? Is that why? Was Jungkook not yet a full Alpha? 

If that was true, does that mean at one point, this version of Jungkook will cease to disappear. The thought of that made Jimin feel sad.

“Maybe later,” Jimin said, feeling his throat tighten up as Jungkook smiled at him. The same kind smile that Jimin grew to like. He wasn’t sure what would happen to this Jungkook after his first rut. But Jimin hoped that Jungkook could stay like that forever.

With his kind, generous, thoughtful, considerate bright boyish smile.

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Jungkook looked up from his report, sniffling from his allergies. Someone had called from a cat hospital and now Jungkook’s allergies were going crazy. Usually, another patrol team would take the call — everyone knowing about Alphas and cats — but this one was an emergency and Jungkook and his partner were the closest. 

“Here,” a pack of allergy medication landed on his desk, making Jungkook look up in confusion. He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw Officer Jung at his desk. “Take one and your allergies should clear up.”

Jungkook looked back down at the medication, pushing it back to Officer Jung. “No, thank you.”

“What?” Officer Jung slammed his hands on the desk. “Yah, brat! Do you know how expensive this medicine is? You’re supposed to thank me for being so considerate.”

Jungkook looked up at him. “Thank you,” Jungkook got up, Officer Jung eyeing him. “But no thank you. Research has proven that drinking one pill of that brand can reduce the size of your knot and make your Alpha be harder to control.”

Everyone in the office snickered, Officer Jung’s ears turning red. “Yah!” Officer Jung scoffed. “You’re not even a full Alpha yet, why do you care?”

Jungkook smiled softly, picking up his things, “I’m heading out first,” he yelled out, everyone humming in acknowledgement. Jungkook smiled at Officer Jung before waving goodbye. The officer just glared at him, making Jungkook laugh as he walked to the car. 

“Jungkook!” Someone yelled, Jungkook looking up to find his partner running towards him. 

“Ah, hyung-nim,” Jungkook bowed at him. “What brings you here? I thought you left for the hospital.”

His partner shoved boxes allergy medication onto Jungkook, making Jungkook chuckle. “I,” his partner said out of breath. “I—I remembered that you are allergic to cats and how you’re still not a full Alpha yet so the allergies must be terrible!”

Jungkook hummed, looking down at the armful of medicine. “That’s true,” he said. “But why did you come back, hyung-nim. I thought you were visiting your daughter.”

His partner shook his head, patting Jungkook’s shoulder before pointing to the parking lot. “I’m—I’m on my way there, take one, okay? Okay, I have to go!”

Jungkook watched as his partner ran back to his car. He shook his head, walking to his own car, throwing the medicine onto the passenger seat. 

Jungkook opened a package, throwing one pill into his mouth and swallowing. He sniffled, as he looked around. 

A full Alpha. 

Growing up, that was all he ever wanted to be. A full Alpha. He even had dreams of what his life would be like after he goes through his rut. He’ll become stronger, faster, and smarter. He’ll be able to protect his mate and pack. 

He’s dreamt of that moment for years, so why did he feel different now? Now, he was scared. Scared of what he will do or say when his Alpha finally gains full control. 

Sure, he’s an Alpha. He has the built, the mindset, and the essence. But he could still think like a human, he didn’t have this animalistic mindset to belittle and destroy those below him. 

Jungkook sighed, knowing that whether he wanted to or not, his first rut was going to come. His Alpha was going to gain control over him but Jungkook was determined to fight against him. He wasn’t going to let his Alpha think and act for him. He wasn’t going to be like the other Alphas. Jungkook was going to stay who he was. 

“You okay?” Jimin’s soft voice brought Jungkook out of his thoughts. “You haven’t taken a bite, did I overseason? I followed the steps.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Jungkook shook his head, smiling at Jimin. “I’m sure the food is amazing, I just have a lot on my mind.”

Jimin hummed, looking away from Jungkook. “You can talk to me about it, you know. You listen to me all the time, I might as well be there for you, too.”

Jungkook chuckled, watching as Jimin picked at his food, eyes staring down at his food. “I’m just thinking about my rut.”


“You might’ve known already but I’m not a full Alpha yet,” Jungkook sighed, watching as Jimin lifted his head a bit. “I haven’t had a rut before so technically I’m a baby Alpha.”


“So I was just,” Jungkook sighed, shrugging as he lowered his gaze too. “I don’t want to be like them.”

Jimin hummed. “So don’t be.”

Jungkook smiled, picking at his own food too. He pushed the macaroni around. “How?”

“Don’t give into your Alpha,” Jimin said. “Listen, Jungkook, you don’t have to let him think for you. Us, Omegas, are the same too, you know. But our Omegas aren’t as strong so they don’t bother to take over, not unless it’s to protect our pups or mate.”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin, finding him looking at him already. “Thanks.”

“You know,” Jimin looked away. “I think you’re going to be an amazing partner, Jungkook. You have all the qualities of a True Alpha.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, shaking his head. “No, I’m not,” he laughed as his cheeks warmed up. “That’s a high honor, thank you.”

Jimin giggled, nodding. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I know how you Alphas get with that.”

“It’s,” Jungkook looked down. “It’s the highest form of praise coming from an omega. Not everyone will admit but it—it really means a lot.”

Jimin hummed. “I know,” he grinned. “That’s why I said it.”

Jungkook scoffed, looking away as he cleared his throat. “Oh, look at the time, I should go brush my teeth.”

“You time when you brush your teeth?”

“Nope,” Jungkook quickly got up and left. 

“I was sixteen.”

Jungkook looked at Jimin, who was sucking on his yogurt jelly. They had gone out for some late snacks, as requested by Jimin, when they stayed parked outside, staring at the stars from Jungkook’s sunroof. It was a couple minutes later that Jimin spoke up. 

“I was sixteen when I met him,” Jimin’s hand slid over his stomach. “He was the same age as me. He was tall, funny, hot headed, and romantic.”

Jungkook hummed, watching as Jimin kept his gaze up at the stars. Jimin’s hand slowly moved up and down his stomach. 

“We didn’t date until we were eighteen but I was already in love with him. And when I say ‘love,’ Jungkook, I mean head over heels. There was just something about him that would always keep me intrigued. Do you know when you like someone so much that your heart starts pounding, your stomach feels funny, and your palms get sweaty?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yes.”

“It was like that with him, I was always nervous around him.” Jimin chuckled. “He made me feel like being an Omega wasn’t so bad, he made me think that as long as I had him, everything would be alright, and I believed him.”

Jungkook watched as Jimin’s eyes filled with tears, making it easier for the stars to reflect in his eyes. He looked prettier than usual. 

“We had sex without protection,” Jimin sighed, shaking his head. “Which was stupid and I should’ve known better but he just—he made me believe that no matter what he’d stay beside me.”

Jimin let out a shaky breath, a tear falling from his eye. 

“I was so stupid to believe him,” Jimin said. “And sometimes I get scared that my pup might grow up to hate me. I get scared that—that if my pup is an Alpha, I won’t be able to raise him. I don’t want him to hate me too.”

Jungkook looked down as Jimin sobbed, not knowing what to do. Part of him wanted to pull Jimin into a hug but he didn’t want to startle him. So he opted for handing Jimin another yogurt jelly. Jimin looked down, laughing as he sobbed. 



Jungkook looked up at Jimin. “Can I feel your stomach?”

Jimin nodded, wiping his eyes as he removed his own hands. Jungkook stopped him, placing his own hand over Jimin’s. Jimin looked up at him, eyes shaking as he looked at Jungkook. 

“Park Jimin,” Jungkook said. “You will be an amazing parent, an amazing mate, an amazing friend, and an amazing person. Your son will love you and protect you. Do you want to know how I know that?”

Jimin looked at Jungkook. “How?”

“Because I’m a true Alpha,” he smiled, making Jimin smile at him.

“Yah,” Jimin said softly. “Keep that up and my heart might flutter.”

Jungkook was about to retort when he felt a kick. Jungkook quickly removed his hand. “What the fuck?”

Jimin giggled, caressing his stomach. “He’s a kicker.”

“I’m pretty sure that was a flutter.”

“Dream on,” Jimin laughed, his eyes still tearful as he smiled. Jungkook smiled back, finding the omega absolutely beautiful. 

Jungkook wouldn’t let his Alpha take over, he decided. Not until he knew that Jimin and his pup were safe. 

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“Are these your graduation pictures?” Jimin asked, picking up a folder with a school badge on the front. Jimin opened it, giggling to himself as he found pictures of Jungkook with a school uniform. Jungkook’s cheeks were so full and round, a complete opposite to how Jungkook looked now. “Aw, you’re so adorable.”

Jungkook groaned, “Don’t look at them! I look so funny.”

Jimin smiled brightly, putting the folder back in its place. “Just so you know, I’m very nosy,” he giggled. “I wanted to raid your shelf since I came in but I had no energy.”

“I don’t really mind,” Jungkook walked over to Jimin, handing Jimin the cup of tea he had made them. “I don’t have anything to hide, well, except my porn stash.”

Jimin groaned, grimacing as he turned to look at Jungkook. “Please keep that well hidden.”

Jungkook smiled, gesturing to one part of the shelf. “That’s where all my embarrassing pictures are, please be kind to high school Jungkook.” He pointed to another part. “That’s where all my good movies are, they range from all genres so don’t be afraid to look through them if you feel like seeing a movie. I have great taste.”

“Very humble of you.”

Jungkook pointed to another part. “I have all my collectables there, you’re cute but I won’t hesitate to kick you out of here if you touch them.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, smiling at him. “I won’t touch them, relax.”

“That’s pretty much it,” Jungkook looked around his apartment. “I recently moved in so there’s not a lot of stuff. You’re welcome to go in my room, if you want. I’ve been meaning to ask you if you wanted to sleep in there instead of the couch, we can switch right now since I’m home.”

Jimin shook his head, sipping his tea, liking the way the warm liquid traveled down, leaving him feeling relaxed. “I’m fine,” he said. “Thank you.”

Jungkook nodded, “I should get going,” he checked his watch. “I already made you some lunch so don’t hesitate to eat without me, okay? I’ll try to be here by dinner.”

Jimin nodded, watching as Jungkook grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the apartment. He slowly looked down, listening to the patter of the rain. Jimin looked back at the door. Jungkook didn’t take an umbrella, would he be alright?

Jimin scrolled through the channels, biting down on his lip as he watched the actors talk to each other. The movie seemed to be in a foregin language so he wasn’t sure what was happening. Jimin changed the channel, tilting his head when the news reporter started to talk about Valentines Day. 

Oh? Jimin glanced over at the wall calendar, noticing that today was February 14. Jimin chuckled, looking down at his hands. He smiled softly, remembering last year.

Last year he would’ve been celebrating with Myungdae. Myungdae would’ve surprised Jimin with a bouquet of flowers, they would’ve made plans for that night, and just two hours before their dinner Myungdae would flake. It had become the normal for Jimin, having Myungdae make him feel so special, only to be disappointed in the end.

Jimin let out a shaky breath, wondering what would’ve been Myungdae’s excuse this year. Bad weather? Food poisoning? Friend got in trouble again?

Idiot, Jimin thought as he looked at his ring finger, he was never going to pick you to be his mate. 

By dinnertime, Jungkook still wasn’t back. Jimin glanced over at the clock, wondering if he was going to work overtime today, too. Jimin’s food was already cold but he didn’t care, he wasn’t that hungry tonight. Jimin decided to wait another hour for Jungkook then eat.

The hour came and left, Jungkook was still not home. Jimin knew he shouldn’t worry, that Jungkook sometimes doesn’t come home for dinner but something was making Jimin feel worried.

Could it have been the rain? The fact that Jungkook didn’t take an umbrella? He would be fine, right? Jimin felt his omega begin to whine but Jimin shook his head. Everything will be alright.

Jimin got up from his seat, hand holding his stomach as he made his way back to the couch. Thunder rumbled the walls, making Jimin slip quickly under the blanket Jungkook had bought him. Jimin pulled the blanket close to his nose, snuggling his nose into it. 

The rain started picking up, thunder and lightning accompanying the rain. 

Jimin fiddled with his fingers under the blanket, glancing at the door every now and then. He waited another hour, then another. It was past Jungkook’s usual time and he wasn’t home. Jimin’s eyes were starting to water, feeling his throat tightening up.

The home phone rang, Jimin glancing over at the caller ID. The small screen read ‘JUNGKOOK CELL PHONE’ and he felt his heart drop to his stomach. 


“Hey hyung,” Jungkook chuckled on the other line.

Jimin let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes. “Hi.”

“You must be worried, huh?”

Jimin sniffled, shaking his head, even when Jungkook couldn’t see him. “As if,” Jimin said. “I didn’t even notice that you weren’t here.”

Jungkook hummed, sounding exhausted. “I see,” he chuckled. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m fine, that I’m in the hospital.”


“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry. Just a little cut to my arm, nothing too bad.”

Jimin frowned. “Are—Are you sure? Do you promise?”

Jungkook laughed, “Yes, hyung. I promise. Just a small, tiny, minuscule, and all the other synonyms. I promise.”

“Can—Should I go pick you up?”

“What?” Jungkook laughed again. “You’ll come all the way here just for me? I feel like I should be honored but I’m still insulted by you not noticing I wasn’t home.”

Jimin slowly got up from the couch, grabbing one of Jungkook’s jackets and putting it on. “What—What hospital are you in? I’ll go there.”

“Hmm, the one with the little red cross.”

“The little red cross,” Jimin whispered, trying to think of what hospital that might be. He pocketed the extra key Jungkook had made him. “Okay, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

Jimin opened the door, stopping when he found someone standing in front of the door. He furrowed his eyebrows, watching as the man slowly turned around. Jungkook was standing in front of him, drenched in water, holding his phone to his ear.

Jungkook eyed Jimin, laughing as he hung up the call. “Were you really going to go find me?”

Jimin nodded. “Yes.” He noticed a couple cuts all over Jungkook’s face. “What are you doing here? Should you be walking in the rain when you’re injured?”

“I was worried about a little omega,” Jungkook looked down at Jimin’s hand. “You were going to take my home phone?”

Jimin looked down. “Oh, I didn’t—I hadn’t noticed that I was still holding it.”

Jungkook shrugged off his jacket, putting it over Jimin’s shoulders. “Come inside, superhero, you’ll get sick from the cold water.”

“Says you,” Jimin said, both of them heading back inside. 

“I’ll do it,” Jungkook said as Jimin brought the first aid into Jungkook’s room. “It’s late, hyung. You should go to sleep.”

“Don’t be silly,” Jimin said, pulling the kit away from Jungkook. “I can do  it.”

Jungkook hummed, letting Jimin do it. Jimin opened the kit, taking out the antibiotic ointment and spreading some onto the cotton swab. Jimin turned, leaning into Jungkook, lightly tapping the ointment onto Jungkook’s cuts. 

Jimin wondered if he’ll ever have to do this to his son. Would his son be a troublemaker? Would he stand up to bad guys like Jungkook? Jimin smiled at the thought, looking down at Jungkook, who was staring at him.

“What?” Jungkook said.

Jimin shook his head, feeling embarrassed by his own thoughts. “Nothing,” he said. 

“Are you embarrassed that your nurse skills aren’t as great as mine?” Jungkook teased, making Jimin scoff at him.

“Whatever,” Jimin said, pulling back to make sure he got all of them. “Did they take care of your cut?”

Jungkook hummed, lightly patting his arm. “All patched up, Nurse Park.”

Jimin smiled softly, shaking his head as he glared at Jungkook. “Well I’m glad your humor is still working, what would we do without it?”

“Did I frighten you?” Jungkook asked, Jimin looking up at him. Jungkook smiled softly. “I’ve never had someone waiting for me so I wasn’t sure what to do. I came home without thinking.”

Jimin felt his heart flutter, cheeks warming up as he stared at Jungkook’s boyish smile. “Idiot,” Jimin whispered, turning away. “You should rest, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Okay,” Jungkook whispered, turning his head slightly. “Night, night.”

Jimin watched as Jungkook quickly drifted to sleep, Jimin placing a hand over his stomach. His eyes slowly traveled up and down Jungkook. His pretty jawline, his soft cheeks, his round eyes, his broad body, his slightly opened lips, the small moles scattered around his face. Jimin left without another glance. 

Idiot, Jimin thought, why would Jungkook like someone like him?

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Jungkook slowly unwrapped his gauze, wincing as the pressure around his arm loosened. He looked over his cut, humming as he noticed it was healing alright. Jungkook glanced up at his door, knowing he should work fast before Jimin wakes up, and comes to check on him. The cut might’ve not been deep but he knows Jimin might worry about him if he sees the cut. Jungkook winced as he sat up, grabbing the new gauze from the table, and slowly wrapped the white gauze around his arm, glancing up at the door every now and then.

“Nice,” Jungkook whispered, throwing his legs over the side of the bed, hearing as Jimin made his way to the room. He quickly grabbed the bloody gauze from where he discarded it, making a quick run to the bathroom.

“Jungkook-ssi?” Jimin knocked as he opened the door, Jungkook leaning against the door of the bathroom, wincing as he felt his cut throbbing from brazing it against the bathroom door. “Are you in the bathroom?”

Jungkook cleared his throat, “Yes,” he said. “I was thinking of showering but I changed my mind. Can—Can you hand me a sweater? I’m cold.” He noticed the new gauze was starting to turn red. He must’ve opened one of his stitches. 

“Sure, open the door to grab it.”

“Uh, I’m kind of,” Jungkook looked down at himself. “Naked.”

“Are you?” Jimin asked, humming. “Alright, stay there, I’ll close my eyes and put the sweater on the sink.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “No!” He yelled, “I mean, it’s fine. I’ll just—uh—hold out my hand and you pass it to me.”

Jimin scoffed on the other side of the door. “Yah, Jeon Jungkook, do you think I’m an idiot?”

“No, you’re a very smart and handsome young man, you’re really cool, hyung.”

Jungkook leaned his ear against the door, trying to listen to what Jimin was doing. When there was nothing but silence, Jungkook opened the door slightly, peeking around his room. 

“Jimin?” Jungkook asked. 

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, startling Jungkook and making him jump backwards. Jimin glared at Jungkook, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Yah,” Jimin said. “I’m a little disappointed.” His eyes glanced down Jungkook’s body. 

Jungkook smiled sheepishly. “Hi.”

Jimin glanced up at Jungkook’s gauze. “What’s that? Are you still bleeding?”

Jungkook covered his injury with his hand, hiding his hand behind his body. “No, I colored it.”

“You colored it?”

“Yes, I inspire to be an artist.”

Jimin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Jungkook-ssi,” he said. “Since when did you start lying to me?”

Jungkook sighed, looking down at the ground before looking back up. “Fine, I changed the gauze and ran to the bathroom.”

“Idiot,” Jimin jutted out his bottom lip, turning away. “Fine, fire me then. I thought I was Nurse Park.”

Jungkook smiled softly, noticing a small smile on Jimin’s face as he walked away. Jungkook followed Jimin into the kitchen, chuckling as he looked around the living room.

“You made breakfast?”

“No, I only make breakfast for my patients.”

Jungkook laughed softly, grabbing Jimin’s arm, tugging on it lightly. “Aw, come on, please feed me. I have to go to work in a few hours.”

Jimin frowned as he turned. “They’re making you work with that injury?”

“It’s just a scratch.”

“Is it?”


Jimin poked it, making Jungkook wince in pain. “I thought it was just a scratch?”

“That’s not very nice,” Jungkook pouted. “Besides, my stitches might’ve opened so that’s why it hurts a lot.”

Jimin scoffed, shoving Jungkook’s arm away. “Whatever, I’m not your nurse anymore, do whatever you want.”

“Does that mean I can eat?” Jungkook smiled widely.

Jimin crossed his arms again, Jungkook noticing the slight pout on his already pouty lips. “No,” he said. 

And Jungkook would’ve been annoyed if it were anyone else. But the omega looked so cute that Jungkook decided not to be annoyed.

“Why should I do this?”

“Because you kicked out a pregnant omega onto the streets which led to him being hurt by an asshole of an Alpha?”

Yoongi scoffed, looking away as he crossed his arms. “You sure know how to twist the knife, don’t you?”

“Does it hurt, hyung?” Jungkook whispered. “Try being in his shoes.”

“Yah,” Yoongi yelled, glaring at Jungkook. “I apologized, didn’t I?”

Jungkook sighed, shaking his head. “Look, I just need you to stitch me up, alright? I’m not here to listen to your excuse.”

“Kook,” Seokjin said softly.

“Fine, whatever,” Yoongi sighed, putting on the gloves that Jungkook had brought with him. “Explain to me again why you can’t just go to a hospital? Doesn’t your job cover this?”

Jungkook looked down. “It’s complicated.”

“Complicated? What? Did you leave without being properly discharged?” Yoongi looked at Jungkook, who avoided his gaze. “Yah, idiot, you didn’t do that, did you?”

Seokjin looked at Jungkook. “You did? Jungkook, that’s so careless! What was more important that you would just leave like that?”

Jungkook looked at Seokjin, scoffing. “Like I’d tell you two. Why don’t you just come to my house and find out? Don’t worry, I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“Yah,” Seokjin said. “We went over there because we were worried about you. Is that wrong? To worry about your friend?”

“It wasn’t your decision to kick him out,” Jungkook said. “It wasn’t your house, I gave you that key for emergencies.”

Yoongi sighed. “Fine,” Jungkook turned to look at him. “It was our fault and we take full responsibility. What do you want us to do, Jungkook? Do you want us to bring that omega back? Do you want us to cry and get on our knees?”

“It was me,” Seokjin said. “I was the one who questioned the omega’s presence. So if you’re going to be angry, don’t exclude me. I am terribly sorry, Jungkook, I am.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw, glancing over at Yoongi. 

“Me too,” Yoongi sighed, “I thought—”

“We both thought we were protecting you but we weren’t,” Seokjin reached for Jungkook’s hand, “You mean the world to us, Kook. We know we should’ve waited for you and we will regret the decisions we made. Please forgive me, please forgive Yoongi.”

Jungkook squeezed Seokjin’s hand, sighing. “You’re apologizing to the wrong person,” he looked at Yoongi then at Seokjin. “It’s Jimin who you need to apologize to.”

“Yah!” Jungkook bowed his head as his partner hit him with the bar of chocolate. His partner was sobbing as he continued to hit him. “Do you know how worried I was? Do you know how mad I was at the hospital staff? How could you just leave like that!”

Jungkook kept his head low. “I’m sorry, hyung-nim.”

“You little brat,” his partner grabbed Jungkook’s jacket, pulling him into a tight hug. Jungkook winced but hugged him back. “I’m so happy you’re alright, I was so worried.”

Jungkook pulled away, patting his injury, despite the pain. “I’m fine, hyung-nim. You might have to drive for a while, is that alright?”

His partner sniffled, shaking his head. “You little idiot, let’s go eat, yeah? I’ll invite you to whatever.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’m fine, hyung-nim. I just finished all my paperwork so I think I’ll go home early. Is that alright?”

“Of course, want me to drive you?”

“No, I’m fine,” Jungkook smiled, bowing before walking out of the room. As he left, he crashed into someone. “Sorry.”

He looked up to find Officer Jung, who sighed as he looked at Jungkook. “Yah,” he said. “Are you alright to drink?”

Officer Jung watched as Jungkook poured him a drink. “Jungkook-ssi,” Officer Jung said. “Do you like your job?”

Jungkook poured himself a drink before putting down the bottle. “I do, sir.”

“Do you really?” Officer Jung looked at Jungkook. “I don’t.”

Jungkook nodded, both of them drinking. Jungkook turned to the side, using his hand to cover the drink. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said before reaching over to grab the bottle but Officer Jung stopped him.

“Wait,” he said. “I need to get this out before we drink again.” Jungkook nodded, looking at him. Officer Jung sighed, his ears turning pink. “Listen, I never liked you. I thought you were immature, slow, and childish. Your partner, Officer Oh, coddles you too much. And you look like a model from a commercial, you have no place in this field.”

Jungkook hummed, knowing all of this. From the beginning, he knew Officer Jung never liked him, nor did he try to hide his dislike for Jungkook. It never bothered Jungkook but he would be lying if he didn’t say he was curious as to why. But it never occured to Jungkook that Officer Jung disliked his job. 

“I thought like that for a long time,” Officer Jung sighed. “But you saved my life, Officer Jeon. So I don’t know if it’s the brush with death or if you finally proved yourself worthy of having on our squad but I’ve decided to give you a chance.”

Jungkook smiled softly. “Oh?”

“I don’t like my job,” Officer Jung said. “We lose a lot of good people but we manage to save a lot more. I don’t like to work with people who don’t take this job seriously, whether you like it or not. But it seems you aren’t one of those idiots, so I’ll accept you for now.”

Jungkook bowed at Officer Jung, chuckling. “I’ll work hard.”

“You better,” Officer Jung sighed. “You think I sit down with just anyone? Or go out of my way to buy the medication, which you rudely rejected, by the way.”

Jungkook smiled at him, bowing. “I’m sorry, I’ll compensate you, sir.”

“Forget it, pour us another shot.”

“Yes, sir!”

Jungkook opened his front door, noticing that it was dark inside. Had Jimin fallen asleep early? He closed the door behind him, slowly walking to his kitchen. Jungkook was about to grab a glass for water when he smelled something. 

Something sweet, something delicious. Jungkook turned towards the couch, finding Jimin fast asleep. The omega tossed around in his sleep.

Jungkook lifted a hand to cover his nose, scoffing as he smiled at the omega. 

He wondered what Jimin was dreaming about to make him release such sweet pheromones into the apartment. Jungkook cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warming up.

Suddenly, he wasn’t thirsty. 

Jungkook shook his head, grinning ear to ear as he walked to his room. He turned back, looking one last time at the omega. The moonlight illuminated Jimin’s face, revealing his slightly parted lips, his pink cheeks.

Jungkook’s chest and stomach started to toss, making Jungkook widen his eyes, quickly stepping into his room, slamming the door close. Jungkook felt his cheeks warming up. He covered his mouth, shaking his head.

No, no. His heart definitely didn’t flutter. No, no. It’s the pheromones. Definitely just the pheromones. 

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Jimin was dancing in the club, someone leaning against him. Jimin leaned his head back against the person, feeling as the person grabbed his hips, pressing Jimin’s ass up against the stranger’s crotch. The man’s hand slid up and down Jimin’s chest, their hands pinching his nipples. Jimin’s lips opened, his moans being drowned by the loud music. Jimin felt light-headed, completely in the moment. He could feel the person behind him’s warmth, could feel their breath against his neck. Jimin moved his hips skillfully, remembering how much he loved feeling like this. In a club, he wasn’t anything, just a stranger to another stranger.

The man grabbed Jimin’s shoulder, turning him around. Jimin looked up, eyes widening when he recognized who was behind him. 

“What are you doing here?” Jimin said over the music.


Jimin gasped, sitting up as he blinked at the bright lights. He turned, finding Jungkook squatting down next to him. “What,” Jimin winced as he felt himself sweating everywhere. He could also smell his scent everywhere. His cheeks quickly felt warm. “Did I—”

“Just a little,” Jungkook giggled next to him, Jimin refusing to look at him. “You were like this last night too. I thought you would be fine in the morning but you’re even more aroused.”

Jimin winced. “Don’t,” Jimin said. “Don’t say that ever again.”

“It’s normal, hyung. Nothing to be embarrassed over.”

“Jungkook, I might be pregnant but I will not hesitate to kick your ass.”

Jungkook laughed, reaching up to squeeze Jimin’s cheek. “Fine, I have to go anyway, don’t forget to wipe up the mess you make, hyung.”

Jimin’s eyes widened even more, about to punch the man in the jaw but Jungkook was already at the door. “Yah!” Jimin screamed, Jungkook turning around. “Does it smell bad?”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “I thought you were embarrassed by it.”

“Not about my slick,” Jimin said, making Jungkook look away shyly. “My slick has always smelled nice, what does it smell like to you?”

Jungkook shook his head. “I have the right against self-incrimination,” he said before walking out. 

Jimin smiled to himself, shaking his head as he slowly got up from the couch. He sniffled as he looked around. He wondered if he should do laundry tonight. Jungkook’s uniform was starting to smell like Jimin again.

For now, Jimin decided to take a shower and get rid of this warm feeling.

Jimin walked out of the bathroom, frowning he noticed that his clothes were drenched in sweat. What would he wear now? He sighed, scolding himself for not putting to wash his clothes while he showered. Jimin glanced over at Jungkook’s bedroom. Would Jungkook be alright with Jimin borrowing some of his clothes?

Jimin grabbed the home phone, dialing Jungkook’s cellphone.

“Hello?” Jungkook asked. Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, hearing loud noises in the background. “Hello? Oh, it must be a bad reception.”

“Yah,” Jimin said. “Are you in the middle of an open fire, right now? Why are you answering me! I’m hanging up!”

Jungkook laughed. “I’m at a shooting range, don’t worry. My hyung-nim thought it would be a great bonding experience but he got hurt while using a shotgun.”

“What? Is he okay!”

“Yeah, it was the impact of the shot, he was holding it wrong.” Jungkook explained, the loud shots making Jimin wince. “What’s wrong? Is there a reason why you called? Did something happen?”

Jimin glanced at Jungkook’s bedroom. “Well,” Jimin said. “I took a shower and—”

“I don’t think I’m comfortable with dirty talking to you, hyung. Maybe another day?”

“Yah!” Jimin squeaked, feeling his cheeks warming up. “That’s—That’s not why I called! I just don’t have any clean clothes so I was wondering if you’d be okay with me borrowing some.”

Jungkook snickered. “Sure.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I just pictured you wearing my clothes, you looked really cute.”

Jimin opened the door to Jungkook’s room, pausing when Jungkook’s scent immediately hit him. Jimin put his free hand over his stomach. “I,” Jimin tried to think of a retort but he was completely engulfed by Jungkook’s scent, making him feel sleepy and warm. “Whatever.”

“Pick whatever,” Jungkook said. “I’ll be home by lunch.”

“Okay,” Jimin hung up, swallowing nervously as he looked around the room. He’s been in here several times so why was his body reacting like this? Jimin quickly walked to Jungkook’s clost, grabbing whatever, and running out of the bedroom. 

Jiming slipped on Jungkook’s shirt, finding it a lot bigger than he thought. Jimin ignored it, deciding to just tuck it into the shorts he had grabbed. Jimin slipped on the shorts, frowning when he found the shorts too big, too.

“Are you,” Jimin sighed. Whatever, it was just until he was able to wash his own clothes. He looked down at the bleach stained shorts, the oversized striped shirt. He looked like a little lost boy but it’ll do for now. 

“You look much cuter than what I picture,” Jungkook said as he stepped inside. Jimin scoffed at him.

“What happened to your face?” Jimin asked, frowning as he found cuts and bruises on Jungkook’s face. “You’re going to ruin your handsome face.”

Jungkook laughed, bringing over the food. “I have a surprise for you.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “Does it include the reason why you’re so hurt? I’ll get the first aid kit.”

“Wait,” Jungkook smiled, Jimin looking at him. Jungkook pulled over a chair, sitting in front of Jimin, like they always did to eat. Jungkook held out his two fists. “Pick one.”

Jimin looked at both of Jungkook’s fists. “Why?”

“Just trust me and pick one.”


Jungkook opened his fist, revealing what he had been holding. Jimin gasped as he found a golden key. “I know we agreed on you moving out but I made you a copy just in case you wanted to go out. It had completely slipped my mind that you might’ve wanted to go out but feared being locked out. So I made you a copy, so you may always come back in.”

Jimin took the golden key, feeling his eyes water as he smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry, I changed the locks so my hyungs won’t be coming in,” Jungkook chuckled.

“What about the other hand?”

Jungkook opened his fist, holding a phone chip. “I might’ve also bought you a phone.”

Jimin’s eyes widened. “Yah, Jeon Jungkook—”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing expensive,” Jungkook laughed, reaching into his pocket and taking out a phone. Jimin’s eyes widened, recognizing the phone as one of the latest models. “Don’t worry about paying it, I’ll take care of it until you’re accommodated.”

Jimin felt his tears fall down his cheeks, his bottom lip trembling as he looked at Jungkook. Who the fuck was this man? “I can’t accept this.”

“Of course you can,” Jungkook chuckled, taking off the back of the phone, inserting the chip. “Think of this as a going away gift. You’re going to be a dad, Jimin. You need a phone to make sure you feed your son on time or pick them up from daycare on time.”

Jimin shook his head, wiping his tears as Jungkook handed him the phone. “I can’t.”

“You can and you will,” Jungkook said. “It’s part of my apology for not considering that you might want to leave this apartment. Now you can come back safely or call me whenever to come get you.”

Jimin got up slightly, throwing his arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him into a tight. Jungkook hugged him back, caressing Jimin’s back as Jimin sobbed into his shoulder. “Thank you,” Jimin whispered, his voice cracking as he spoke. “You’re the first friend I’ve ever had.”

Jungkook hummed, leaning his head against Jimin’s. “That’s really sad but I’m honored.”

Jimin laughed in between his sobs, closing his eyes as he breathed in Jungkook’s smell. The scent of hope, home, happiness, sadness, and warmth. 

Chapter Text

Jungkook sighed, glancing up at the window, watching as the snow slowly fell from the ground. He smiled softly, wondering if Jimin had held his promise of walking around the park. Jungkook zipped his jacket, took one sip of his coffee, and turned back to the paperwork he had in front of him.

“Hey,” someone said, Jungkook looking up to find Officer Jung. “It’s—It’s my birthday today so I’m inviting people from the station for drinks. What do you say?”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’m alright, hyung. I have a lot to do today.”

“That’s fine, I’ll text you the address in case you change your mind,” he said. “You can bring your girlfriend or whatever, everyone is curious to see the omega that’s leaving such a sweet smell on you.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, waiting for Officer Jung to leave before sniffing his uniform. Surely enough, Jungkook could smell Jimin’s sweet scent, not a lot but it was still noticeable. Jungkook smiled, closing his eyes as he inhaled Jimin’s smell.


Jungkook quickly sat up, looking up to find his partner. “Hyung-nim,” he said. “You’re back?”

His partner laughed, shaking off the snow from his jacket. “I am, my daughter falls asleep the easiest during snowfall. It’s beautiful out there, the first snow is always so beautiful.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Is it really the first snow?”

“Yeah, sadly my wife passed away a long time ago,” Jungkook watched as his partner looked out the window. “She used to love first snows.”

Jungkook smiled softly. “I’m sure she’s happy you get to spend them with your daughter.”

His partner looked at Jungkook, nodding as his eyes watered. “Me too.”

“Should we go take a stroll?”

“Sure, I’ll go change jackets. Give me a moment.”

Jungkook walked around the park, keeping an eye out for Jimin. He wasn’t sure which park the omega had gone to since there weren’t any near the apartment. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” Jungkook’s partner looked at him. “The omega smell on you, is that your girlfriend?”

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. “No, my friend is staying with me for a while and his scent is starting to get on my clothes.”

“Oh, I see,” his partner laughed. “It must be a strong scent for it to linger on someone unmated.”

Jungkook hummed, nodding. “Hyung-nim, can I ask you something?” Jungkook asked as they turned the pathway. 

“Of course!”

“When your daughter was born,” Jungkook said. “Did you connect with her instantly?”

His partner hummed, crossing his arms as he thought. “I believe so,” he said. “My wife was a Alpha-Beta hybrid so it was harder for her to connect with my daughter. But as you know, most hybrids don’t live longer than thirty years, so I believe my life tried her best to love my daughter.”

Jungkook nodded. “I’m sorry, hyung-nim. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Don’t,” he patted Jungkook’s shoulder. “Why do you ask? Are you—You’re not expecting, are you?”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “No, no! I haven’t even gotten my first rut,” Jungkook said. “I’m not—no.”

His partner looked at Jungkook, stopping in his spot. “Wait, Jungkook, are you—”

“Hyung-nim!” Jungkook looked around, eyes widening as he felt his cheeks warming up. “Can we please change the subject?”

“There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin, Jungkook,” his partner said, patting Jungkook’s shoulder. “I didn’t have sex until I met my wife.”

Jungkook groaned, shaking his head, cheeks burning as he listened to his hyung explain how sex works and how to properly put on a condom.

Jungkook glared at Jimin, who was peacefully eating his soup. “Hyung?”

Jimin turned to look at Jungkook, slurping the noodles as he hummed. “What?” He said, mouthful of soup.

“You said you had sex at a young age, right?”

Jimin choked on his soup, reaching over to slap Jungkook’s shoulder. “Yah!” He said.

“Is that a yes?” Jungkook tilted his head, trying to picture Jimin like that but came up empty. He had pictured Jimin as a goody two shoes who just fell in love with the wrong person. 

“Yah, what are you picturing!” Jimin slapped Jungkook’s shoulder again. “Don’t—Don’t you pay attention to what I say? I told you I had sex with the dad of my pup.”

Jungkook hummed. “I know that,” Jungkook glanced down at Jimin’s stomach. “That part is obvious, hyung. But you never said if that guy was your first time.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, cheeks turning pink. “Who do you think I am? Of course it was!”

“So how was it?” Jungkook scooter closer.

Jimin scoffed, leaning into Jungkook. Jungkook pulled away slightly, swallowing nervously as Jimin moved closer. “Yah, Jeon Jungkook-ssi, are you some fucking pervert? You think just because we’re friends I won’t report you?”

“No!” Jungkook pushed Jimin away, feeling his cheeks warming up. “I just—I’m just curious.”

“You’re curious? I’m sure someone like you has more experience in sex than me, Jungkook. Is this some kind of competition?”

Jungkook shook his head. “I’ve never,” Jungkook said, Jimin looking at him. “I’ve never had sex before.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Never? But you’ve dated?”



Jungkook leaned back against his chair, sipping his beer with a sigh. “I wonder if it’s different between a boy or a girl.”

Jimin giggled, making Jungkook look at him. “Of course it is, dummy,” Jimin smiled at Jungkook. “Listen, Jungkook, one day you’re going to have sex, but the best advice I can give you is to be patient.”


“Yes, with yourself, and with whoever you’re with. Not everything happens the first time. Not everyone will cum, not everyone will find the right spot, not everyone will have great rhythm or stamina. So don’t worry, okay? The first time is never perfect so just be patient.”

Jungkook laughed as he finished his beer. “Hyung,” he said. “You speak with such confidence but your cheeks and ears are really red.”

Jimin scoffed, turning away. “Of course they are, jerk,” Jimin touched his ears. “You caught me off-guard with all of this sex talk.”

“That’s cute,” Jungkook chuckled, leaning his head back, staring at the snow falling outside. “You know today is the first snow of the season.”

Jimin turned towards the window, chuckling. “First snow,” he whispered, his hands slowly holding his stomach. “It’s our first snow together.”

Jungkook smiled. “Do you have a name for him yet?”

“No,” Jimin chuckled, looking down at his stomach. “He’s been so quiet in there, it worries me a lot.”

“I’m sure he’s okay, we can visit that doctor if you’re worried.”

Jimin hummed, caressing his stomach. “The phone you gave me, it takes pictures, right?”


“I think I might start taking pictures of my progression,” Jimin scrunched up his nose cutely. “I want to see him grow.”

Jungkook smiled, nodding. “I think that’s a great idea.”

“Hello welcome to Moon Child,” said Namjoon, his eyes widening as he recognized Jungkook. “Oh, Officer Jeon! Welcome back!”

Jungkook smiled, bowing at him. “Hello hyung,” he said. “This is my friend, Jimin.”

Namjoon walked over to them, bowing at both of them. “Nice to meet you, Jimin. A friend of Jungkook’s is a friend of mine.”

Jimin turned to look at Jungkook before nodding. “Nice to meet you, I love your store.”

“Thank you!” He laughed. “Please let me know if you need any help finding something.”

Jungkook shook his head. “I think I have the store memorized by now, hyung. You should hire me.”

Namjoon laughed. “I’ll think about it,” he said as he walked back to the register.

Jimin looked at Jungkook. “You’re friends with the owner?”

“And the supplier,” Jungkook said. “I was able to get Namjoon’s prices down 10%.”

Jimin shook his head, laughing as he turned away. “You’re incredible.”

“Come on, the scrapbooks are over here,” Jungkook put his hand on Jimin’s back, guiding him to the Saturn part of the store. Jimin hummed, both of them walking over. Jungkook noticed that his hand was still on Jimin, immediately retreating it. 

“Oh!” Jimin giggled, picking up his pace as he spotted them. “Oh, my, those are so fucking cute!”

Jungkook smiled as he watched Jimin pick up the rectangle space theme scrapbook. He watched Jimin walk around the store, picking up every little thing, then putting it back down. Jungkook smiled wider as Jimin gasped, spotting the blanket that Jungkook had bought him.

It occured to Jungkook that he never gave Jimin the bracelets that he had bought during his first visit to the store. He wondered where he had left those bracelets.

“Look, look at this,” Jimin held up a small one piece, a police badge on the left side. “This is you!”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head, walking towards him. Jimin handed him the one piece, looking up at him. “This is cute,” Jungkook smiled, looking up at Jimin. Their eyes met, Jungkook feeling his heart jump to his stomach as he met Jimin’s smile. Jimin’s eyes were closed as he smiled widely at him.

“We have smaller sizes in the back,” Namjoon called out. 

Jungkook swallowed the tightening in his throat, clearing his throat as he turned away. “Oh, look they have bottles.”

“Ah, I’m going to need some!” Jimin walked towards them, Jungkook’s heart beating fast as he looked down at the one piece. 

Jungkook felt as Jimin leaned his head against his shoulder, snoring softly over the movie. He looked at Jimin, smiling softly. Poor omega must be tired from all the walking today. From walking around the park in the morning, to walking around Moon Child, then getting some dinner at a small restaurant before coming home. Jungkook reached over, picking up the blanket that had fallen from Jimin’s shoulder, covering Jimin’s body.

“You must be tired,” Jungkook whispered, brushing away Jimin’s hair. He smiled, turning back to the movie, feeling as Jimin cuddled into Jungkook more, making Jungkook’s heart pick up again. 

Jungkook tilted his head, watching as Jimin’s lips parted slightly, making him look cuter than usual. Jungkook noticed Jimin’s phone next to him. Jungkook slowly reached over Jimin’s body, grabbing the phone, and sliding to the camera application. 

He lifted the phone, tilting his head against Jimin’s head, lifting his other hand, putting two fingers behind Jimin’s sleeping head, making the omega look like a bunny. Jungkook smiled widely, taking two pictures before laughing silently.

“Good night,” Jungkook whispered.

Chapter Text

Jimin moved to the side, biting his lip as he tried to angle his stomach correctly. He sighed, looking around for his phone. Where had he left it? Jimin winced, realizing he left it outside on the couch. He slowly opened Jungkook’s bedroom door, having stepped inside to change since Jungkook had the day off.

He peeked out the door, not finding Jungkook anywhere. Jimin called out for him but no one replied.

“Okay, okay,” Jimin quickly tiptoed to the couch, grabbing the phone from the couch, and as he’s turning, his legs give out, causing Jimin to topple over. A loud yell comes out of him, making him hold his ankle in pain. 

The front door opens, Jimin looking up to find Jungkook on the phone. Jungkook turned to look at Jimin, eyes widening. 

“I’ll call you back, hyung,” Jungkook quickly pockets his phone and runs towards Jimin. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Jimin sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing, I just,” he tried to get up but let out a yelp. “Shit, my ankle hurts.”

Jungkook frowned, picking Jimin up in a bridal way, making the omega squeak as he held onto him tightly. “Hyung, living with you is more stressful than my job,” Jungkook teased, walking to Jungkook’s bedroom. 

“I’m sorry,” Jimin sighed, leaning his forehead against Jungkook’s shoulder. “I wanted to take some pictures for my scrapbook but I left my phone in the living room. I went to get it but my legs gave out. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook laughed, slowly setting Jimin onto the bed. “Don’t worry, I’m only teasing.” He said, squatting down. “Let me see your foot.”

Jimin’s cheeks started to warm up, shaking his head as he looked down. “It’s fine, just—just a sprain, I’m sure?”

“We don’t know that yet, don’t worry. I took some basic medical training,” Jungkook looked up at Jimin, the scene in front of him leaving no room for imagination. Jimin swallowed, trying to shake the image out of his head. “Let me see your leg.”

“I’m not,” Jimin looked down at the towel, the only thing keeping him from being fully naked. “Just let me change first.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Don’t be silly, you can barely get up. Hyung, I promise I’m not trying anything funny. I just want to make sure it’s a sprained ankle and nothing worse.”

Jimin sighed, cheeks burning as he lifted his foot. Jungkook’s warm hands moved up and down Jimin’s leg, sending a chill down his spine as he felt Jungkook’s fingers wrap around his calf. 

“I don’t feel a broken bone,” Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, eyes raking up and down Jimin’s bare leg. Jimin felt his heart speeding up, feeling Jungkook’s hand move up to his knee, then back down. 

“Is,” Jimin cleared his throat, looking away from Jungkook. “Is all of that necessary?”

“You’d be surprised by what I’ve seen,” Jungkook said, lightly wrapping his hand around Jimin’s foot, just slightly above the ankle. “Alright, I’m going to do what is called the The Talar Twist, ever heard of it?”

“No,” Jimin said softly, watching as Jungkook smiled, looking up at him. 

“It’s just me twisting your foot around like crazy to check the flexibility,” Jungkook smiled at him before looking back down. “It might hurt so just scream or grab my shoulder, okay?”

Jimin hummed, watching as Jungkook tilted his foot to the left, then up, then down. That’s when Jimin let out a wince, Jungkook humming as he relaxed the foot. 

“Just a few more,” Jungkook said. He twisted Jimin’s foot to the right, making Jimin scream out in pain. “Okay, for today, we’ll try self-care and over-the-counter pain relievers, but if it’s worse by tomorrow, I’ll take you to the doctor.”

Jimin chuckled. “Thank you,” Jungkook looked up at him. “I should change, it’s getting kind of cold.”

“Sure, I’ll help you.”

“What? No! I—I can do it,” Jimin shook his head. “You’ve already done a lot. Plus, I don’t—no!”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “Relax, hyung. I’ll put something over my eyes if you want, just guide me, okay? I’m not letting you stand on the foot so deal with it.”

Jimin sighed, “Fine.”

Jungkook got up, walking over to his closet, and took out a wool scarf. “Here,” he said. “Test it out and see that you can’t see anything through it.”

Jimin sighed, holding the scarf to his eyes, glaring at Jungkook. “If you take a glance—“

“I promise,” Jungkook squatted down again, Jimin shifting on the bed. “You can tie it around tightly if it’ll make you feel more comfortable.”

“Fine,” Jimin wrapped the scarf around Jungkook’s eyes, noticing some birthmarks around his face that he hadn’t notice before. Jimin smiled to himself, finding this whole idea ridiculous but he decided to go along with it. It really did hurt to stand. 

“Where are your clothes?” Jungkook asked, patting around aimlessly. 

“Luckily they’re on the bed,” Jimin said, “hold out your right arm.”

Jungkook did as told, accidentally hitting Jimin in the nose. “Oops,” Jungkook laughed. “Sorry, hyung.”

Jimin glared at Jungkook, putting the sweats he borrowed from him onto Jungkook’s hand. “These are the pants.”

“Wait, are you wearing underwear, hyung?”


Jungkook smiled, his head facing a different direction. “Wearing sweats without underwear is kind of lewd, don’t you agree?”

“Just shut up and slowly grab my foot, it’s near your stomach.”

Jungkook kept his boyish grin as he slowly grabbed Jimin’s leg, taking one of the sweats legs and slipping it past Jimin’s. “This correct?”

“Yes, you’re doing fine,” Jimin said. “I can do the other one.”

Jungkook hummed, waiting for further instructions. Jimin lifted his ass from the bed, slipping the sweats over. 

“Okay, you can take that off,” Jimin said, reaching over for his shirt. “I’m just shirtless.”

Jungkook removed the blindfold, laughing as he looked at Jimin. “Are you really not wearing underwear?”

“I’m going to kick you.”

Jimin sighed, glaring at Jungkook. “Glare at me all you want,” Jungkook smiled, leaned against the wall. “You woke up with a purple ankle, you needed to see a doctor.”

“You promised me ice cream,” Jimin whispered, looking around the hospital. “You’re a liar!”

Jungkook smiled. “I promise to get some afterwards, okay? I promise.”

“Your promises mean nothing to me!” Jimin scoffed, crossing his arms as he turned away from Jungkook. 

“Alright, it seems to be a sprained ankle but I’m sure you already knew that.” The doctor smiled. “I will give you a brace to help lessen the pain and some—oh, you’re pregnant?”

Jimin hummed. “Yes.”

The doctor nodded, looking up at Jungkook. “Is he the father?”

“No,” Jimin said, glancing at Jungkook, then at the doctor. “But I trust him.”

The doctor nodded. “We have to change the medication but the doses we change it to will lessen your ankle pain but it has some possible symptoms.”

“Like what?” Jimin asked. “Will it harm my pup?”

“No, are you still having heats?”

“Not since my first day of pregnancy.”

The doctor hummed, looking from Jungkook to Jimin. “The medication might trigger your body into heat,” he explained. “It won’t cause the pup any harm but you will start getting your heats regularly again. The medication we had prescribed early would harm the pup, so we’re a little stuck.”

Jimin put a hand over his stomach, shaking his head. “I’ll take the brace, just the brace.”

“Will over-the-counter medication work?” Jungkook asked. 

The doctor nodded. “It might,” he looked at Jungkook. “Our prescription is stronger but if he would prefer to take another form, I can’t stop him. Just be careful.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Jungkook said. 

Jimin sighed, looking over at Jungkook. “Ice cream?”

Jungkook smiled. “Sure, hyung.”

Jimin let out a sigh as he licked his ice cream. “Are you scared?”

Jungkook turned to look at him. “Of what?”

“Of the due date,” Jimin said.

“Why are you asking me? Shouldn’t I be asking you this?” Jungkook laughed, handing Jimin a napkin. “But if you must know, I’m terrified. Will I be able to go in with you? Do you want me there? Are you going to be okay? Will you be alone when it happens? How am I going to know?”

Jimin smiled at him. “Thank you,” he said. “All my life I’ve grown up thinking there weren’t any good Alphas left. But you proved me wrong. I’m grateful for that.”

“You don’t have to be grateful,” Jungkook smiled back at Jimin before looking away. “I like to believe in fate, you know? We were meant to meet,” Jungkook looked back at him. “We both needed a friend.”

Jimin hummed. “You have to be there,” he reached over to grab Jungkook’s hand. “Please?”

Jungkook laughed, interlacing their fingers as he nodded. “I promise.”

“Your promise doesn't mean shit,” Jimin laughed, eyes watering as he nodded. “But okay, I’ll trust your word one more time.”

Jungkook hummed, patting Jimin’s knee before getting up. “We should head inside, it’s getting chilly.”

Jimin lifted his hands up, smiling at Jungkook. “Upsies!”

“I think you’re going to be a natural,” Jungkook teased, picking Jimin up from the stairs, and walking up to the apartment. 

Jimin giggled, leaning his head against Jungkook’s chest. He closed his eyes, the pain medication kicking in. “Do you really believe that?”

“Of course,” Jungkook whispered, “You’re going to be an amazing father, hyung.” 

Jimin drifted off to sleep, a smile on his face. 

Chapter Text

Jungkook was about to head out when he noticed Officer Jung bringing in two more people. He furrowed his eyebrows, noticing that one of the people was a kid. Maybe around twelve or thirteen. The other person was a man around Jungkook’s age, definitely a beta from the scent. 

“I need help with a separate interrogation,” Officer Jung said, sitting the little kid at Jungkook’s desk. “Jeon, take the kid, I’ll interview this asshole.”

The beta grinned up at Officer Jung, blinking his eyes up at the man. “Come on, big boss, let us off on a warning! I need to get him into bed, he gets cranky when he doesn’t sleep before eight.”

Officer Jung just scoffed, shoving the man towards an interview room. “Shut up and sit down, I’ll be there in a few.”

The beta laughed, looking over at the little kid. “Don’t worry, I’ll get us out of here.”

The little kid rolled his eyes. “Just shut up and don’t say anything.”

“Yah!” The beta screamed but Officer Jung closed the door. 

Jungkook sighed, putting his jacket back on his chair before walking with Officer Jung out into the hallway. “What are the charges?” Jungkook asked.

“Trespassing and vandalism,” Officer Jung said, looking towards the room. “I got called once the idiots made a run for it so I wasn’t able to see which one comitted the crime. The woman who called in said she saw the little boy do it but the beta is saying it was him.”

Jungkook hummed. “Did you request for the CCTV?”

“Yes, I spoke with our tech team and they said it’ll take an hour or two,” Officer Jung sighed, crossing his arms. “They were spray-painting the woman’s house when she walked out of her house. I don’t know about you but I don’t feel like arresting a little kid.”

Jungkook nodded. “It seems like the beta is protecting the little kid,” Jungkook glanced over at the little kid, who was staring at Jungkook’s computer intensely. “I’ll see what I can do, sir.”

Officer Jung hummed. “I’m going to go check with the tech team, I’ll keep you updated. For now, just try to get the kid’s side.”

Jungkook nodded, walking back into the room. He sat down at his desk, pulling out a chocolate bar from his desk. “Want some?”

The little kid looked down at the chocolate, shaking his head. “No.”

“You might be the first kid to ever turn down something sweet,” Jungkook chuckled, stretching his arms before opening his computer. “Alright, name?”

The little kid glanced up at the clock, his lips turning up into a grin. He just crossed his arms, refusing to answer Jungkook.

“Listen, kid,” Jungkook sighed. “Getting arrested is a big deal. You’re being charged with trespassing and vandalism, do you know how bad that can look on your record? Don’t you want to go to high school?”

The little kid just kept quiet, glancing at the clock, almost as if he was waiting for something or someone. Officer Jung stepped into the interview room, the little boy glancing over at them. 

“Fine, can you at least answer if you know that man?” Jungkook asked. “Is he your brother? Your father? A friend?”

The little kid turned back to Jungkook. “An idiot.”


“He’s an idiot.”

“Taehyung? Minsu?” Someone screamed, running into the room. Jungkook stood up, eyebrows furrowing as he saw Namjoon running in. Namjoon hadn’t noticed Jungkook, just ran towards the little kid. The little kid’s grin fell as soon as Namjoon kneeled down at him. “There you are, are you hurt? What happened?”

Jungkook sighed. “He’s being charged with trespassing and vandalism.” Jungkook said, Namjoon looking up. 

Namjoon’s eyes widened, turning to look at the little kid. “What happened? Why—”

A door opened, Officer Jung and the beta coming out. Jungkook looked down at the handcuffs around the beta, Officer Jung holding him from the shoulder as he moved him.

“Wait,” Namjoon stood up. “What’s going on?”

Officer Jung eyed Namjoon. “Who are you?”

“I’m responsible for both of them,” Namjoon said, looking from the little kid to the beta. “Why are you arresting him?”

Jungkook looked at the little kid, who just looked down at his hands. “He confessed,” Officer Jung said. “We’re going to detain him until further investigation. I suggest you start looking for a lawyer,” Officer Jung took the beta away.

Namjoon looked at Jungkook. “Is that correct? People can just get arrested for that?”

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighed. “Why don’t you sit down? I need to get the kid’s testimonial but he wasn’t much of a talker.”

Namjoon sat next to the little kid, shaking his head. “You said you were going to a friend’s house.”

“Does he have to be here?” The little kid asked.

Jungkook looked from Namjoon to the little kid. “Are you his guardian?”

“Y—Yes,” Namjoon said. “His name is Kim Minsu, he’s a great kid, Jungkook. I just—I shouldn’t have let him walk out on his home, I should’ve known better.”

Jungkook hummed, typing in the name, glancing over at the side of the window, reading over the information they had on the kid.

Kim Minsu, 13, legal custody of Kim Namjoon. He was a hybrid beta-omega, his parents passed away in a car accident. Kim Namjoon is his uncle. He was currently enrolled in a public school, with no past criminal record. 

“Okay,” Jungkook said, looking up at Minsu. “Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Minsu glanced over at the cells, shaking his head. “Why? You already arrested the idiot.”

“Yah,” Namjoon said softly. “Don’t disrespect him.”

Minsu rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You always do that!”

Jungkook glanced around, standing up as he picked up his laptop. “Alright,” he said. “You two follow me into an interview room.”

They both got up, Jungkook glancing up at the clock. It seems like Jimin might have to eat alone tonight.

Jungkook rubbed his temples, listening to the two of them bicker. He looked down at his watch, wondering if Jimin had fallen asleep already.

“Alright,” Jungkook said loudly, slamming his hand down on the table. Namjoon and Minsu both jumped, looking up at Jungkook. “Let me get this straight. You’re Kim Minsu, he’s your uncle, Kim Namjoon. The guy that got arrested is Kim Taehyung, the ex-lover of Namjoon’s. Kim Taehyung still hangs around you two because you all still care about each other. Namjoon left Taehyung because Taehyung causes too much trouble and Namjoon doesn’t want that type of problem for you, Kim Minsu. Minsu hates being coddled so he decides to lie and rebel against Namjoon’s rules, is that correct?”

Minsu scoffed. “I don’t care about anyone.”

Jungkook waved his hand around. “Whatever, kid. We’ve all been through that angsty teen stage, is what I said correct?”

Namjoon nodded. “Yes, officer.”

Jungkook sighed, scratching the back of his head as he stretched. “Alright, that explains absolutely nothing,” Jungkook frowned. “Who was spray-painting?”

Namjoon looked at Minsu, eyes widened. “You were what?”

“And trespassing, don’t forget that,” Jungkook added.

“Minsu, why—who was spray-painting?” Namjoon frowned. “And don’t you dare lie to me.”

Minsu looked at Jungkook, then at Namjoon. He sighed, looking down at his hands. “I was,” he said. “It wasn’t the idiot, he took the blame for me.”

Jungkook looked around the room, wondering if anyone was listening to them right now. He sighed, glancing back at Minsu. He noticed the paint on his hands, remembering when he had looked at Taehyung’s handcuffed arms. Taehyung didn’t have any paint. 

“Listen,” Jungkook said. “You might be able to settle this with the woman if we talk to her. We can try to set Minsu up with some community service,” Jungkook sighed. “My captain might not be too happy about it but I’m sure I can convince him.”

Namjoon looked up at Jungkook. “You—You would do that?”

Jungkook hummed. “I’m sure, like you said, Minsu is a great kid.”

“What happens to the idiot?” Minsu asked softly.

“Yah,” Namjoon said. “Call him by his name if you refuse to call him ‘hyung.’ Don’t call him ‘idiot,’ Minsu.”

Jungkook closed his laptop. “We might have to hold both of you,” Jungkook stood up, Namjoon looking at him. “I’m sorry. Until we get that CCTV, we just have to wait. I’ll talk to my captain about Minsu, if it’s just like Minsu said, Taehyung will be let free and we will have to process Minsu and see what happens from there.”

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he nodded. “Alright. Do you have to cuff him?”

“No, it’s fine, but I do need to take him to the cell.” Jungkook said, looking at Minsu. Minsu glanced once at Namjoon before nodding, he got up, leaving without a word to Namjoon.

Jungkook opened the cell, Taehyung looking up.

“What’s—What’s happening?” Taehyung said, looking at Minsu, then at Jungkook. “I confessed, I’m the one who committed the crime. Why is he here?”

“We have conflicting stories,” Jungkook said, closing the cell door. “Until we get the CCTV, we will keep you both here.”

Taehyung looked at Minsu. “Yah, Kim Minsu,” he said. “I told you—”

“Idiot,” Minsu whispered before walking away from Taehyung. Jungkook sighed, turning away, and towards Officer Jung’s desk.

“You’re home late,” Jungkook looked up to find Jimin asleep on the couch. Jimin yawned into his hand. “What time is it?”

“It’s four in the morning,” Jungkook said, shrugging off his jacket. “Why are you on the couch? I thought I told you to sleep on my bed from now on.”

Jimin hummed, rubbing his eyes. “I was going to but I fell asleep here,” Jimin looked up at Jungkook. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a stressful day,” Jungkook chuckled, rubbing his shoulder as he walked over to the couch. “Want me to carry you over?”

Jimin chuckled softly, smiling at Jungkook. “Please?”

Jungkook shook his head, smiling as he carefully picked Jimin up from the couch. He walked over to his room, smelling Jimin’s scent as he put Jimin back down. “Your scent is becoming more prominent,” Jungkook noted.

“Happens,” Jimin said sleepily as he curled into bed. “When an omega is pregnant, their scent starts becoming stronger. It’s the same thing with our slick,” Jimin yawned as he hummed. “Our slick becomes sweeter and more—more tasteful.”

Jungkook chuckled, brushing away Jimin’s bangs. “That sounds gross.”

“Hey,” Jimin said, eyes closing as he looked up at Jungkook. “That’s mean, you haven’t had my slick.”

Jungkook grimaced. “Hyung, stop, you’re sleepy and spewing nonsense.”

Jimin giggled as he closed his eyes. “Don’t knock ‘till you taste it.” 

Jungkook smiled down at the omega, ignoring the warm feeling in his stomach. Instead, he picked up the blanket, covering Jimin’s body and leaving. 

Chapter Text

Jimin groaned as Jungkook handed him a handful of garlic. “Do I really have to peel these?”

“Yes, you lost fair and square,” Jungkook grinned, glancing over at him. “Or do you want to answer the question?”

Jimin shook his head, working away at peeling the garlic. “Nice try,” he said. “I’m not answering that.”

“Fine, your turn.”

“Hm,” Jimin thought of a question as he tapped his toes together, peeling away. “Ah! I got one. Why did you become a police officer?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Easy,” he said. “I didn’t want to be one.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, looking up at him. “What?”

“I didn’t want to be one,” Jungkook repeated. “But after taking one real hard look at my life, I thought being a police officer might be the most ideal. I’m an Alpha, so I have a physical body, all I needed was to train my mind.”

Jimin looked at Jungkook. “Bullshit.”

“What?” Jungkook laughed. “What do you mean bullshit?”

“I think you became a police officer because of the outfit,” Jimin eyed Jungkook, making the Alpha look at him confused. “Come on, everyone knows Omegas love an Alpha in uniform.”

Jungkook laughed again, shaking his head as he turned back to his pasta. “You seriously believe I went to the police academy just because of the uniform? That’s horrible, why didn’t I just buy a uniform online, I’m not that smart!”

Jimin giggled, throwing the peeled garlic into the bowl. “Fine, I guess that was an easy question.”

“My turn,” Jungkook looked at Jimin, Jimin raised his eyebrows in anticipation. “How do you know so much about pregnancy and Alphas, I think you know more about Alphas than I do.”

Jimin chuckled. “That’s because we get taught how to please an Alpha from a young age.” Jimin said. “Glad to know you, Alphas, get taught nothing about pleasing an omega. The amount of Alphas that I’ve been with had no idea how to please me and it was just faking this, faking that. It was ridiculous!”

Jungkook suppressed a laugh, making Jimin glare at him. “I’m sorry, I just,” Jungkook broke out into a laugh. “I just can’t picture you being like that.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, promiscuous? Is that word too harsh? I just thought—I don’t know. You said the father of your son was the first time you had sex.”

Jimin hummed as he nodded. “And it was. The first time I had sex was with him but I—I might’ve fooled around,” Jimin felt his cheeks warming up, realizing what he had just brought up. “You know.”

Jungkook snickered as he lowered the flame on the pasta, moving over to chop some vegetables. “I do?”

“Shut up,” Jimin looked away and towards the kitchen window, noticing some snow falling down. “Anyway, omegas get taught how to please Alpha. We get taught how to calm them down, how to cook for them, how to be a nice house-pup, and how to be a good parent.”

Jungkook frowned. “Really? All we got taught was how to protect our mate and that masturbation makes your ruts come faster, no pun intended.”

Jimin looked at Jungkook. “That’s all? Are you kidding me? That’s so fucking—I can’t believe that’s all they teach you!” Jimin scoffed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. “I fucking hate Alphas.”

“Duly noted,” Jungkook chuckled. “Alright, your turn.”

“You mentioned a girl before,” Jimin asked, watching as Jungkook tensed up. “Tell me more about her.”

Jungkook looked at Jimin. “Is this this revenge for asking how your slick tastes?”

“Maybe,” Jimin smiled softly. “I told you, I’m a nosy person.”

“Well, I’m not chopping those onions, so sure. I’ll tell you all about her.” Jungkook said obnoxiously, making Jimin scoff as he rolled his eyes. “Her name was Bang Youngil, she was two years older than me, and she was an Alpha.”

Jimin looked down at the garlic, somewhat regretting his question, but he still listened. There was something in Jungkook’s voice that made Jimin want to pay attention. 

“Youngil was a wild spirit, my hyungs say that she wasn’t meant to be tamed, and that was part of her charm. She was very smart, charming, and funny.” Jungkook chuckled. “One time, we sneaked into an amphitheatre, I suggested we made out in the middle of the stage, and we went up there. After a few minutes, we got caught, and she was quite quick-witted. So she started asking the security guard what he was doing there and why he was questioning the daughter of the amphitheatre association, or something like that.”

Jungkook laughed at the memory, Jimin lifting his head to see the Alpha smiling out the window. Jimin chuckled.

“There’s an amphitheatre association?”

“No,” Jungkook laughed, looking back down at the vegetables he was cutting. “Or, I don’t know but she was very convincing, I almost believed it. The security guard apologized and we just went home after.”

Jimin hummed. “She sounds like a fun person.”

“She was,” Jungkook said, looking over at Jimin. “She was also, like I said before, very hot headed. She’s an Alpha, after all.” Jungkook chuckled. “She had her first rut and she just, you know, changed. The wild and fun spirit became this angry and cold spirit.”

“Are you scared?”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “Of what?”

“Of becoming like that?” Jimin asked softly, a little scared of Jungkook’s answer. It’s known that an Alpha changes after their first rut, especially if they let their Alpha take over. Was Jungkook going to do that? Would he change too?

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “Nice try,” Jungkook smiled. “I answered the question, there’s no follow-up questions allowed.”

Jimin smiled at Jungkook, wishing with everything for Jungkook to never lose this side of him.

Jimin looked at himself in the mirror, turning from left to right, trying to find the right angle that showed his stomach the most. He froze, liking the angle he was at. Jimin smiled to himself, hands slowly sliding over his stomach. “Pretty,” Jimin whispered, thumbs caressing his bare stomach. He looked down at his stomach, chuckling. “You’re going to be so loved, little pup. I’m going to love you, no matter what, so come out healthy. You have a friend waiting for you, too. His name is Jungkook, he’s a little crazy but we like him.”

Jimin hugged his stomach, letting out a sigh as he looked out the bedroom window. He wondered if Jungkook would come for lunch. Jimin closed his eyes, feeling as his little pup pressed up against his stomach.

“Are you hungry?” Jimin whispered, moving his hands up and down his stomach. “Should we go looking for some food?”

Jimin pulled down his shirt, slowly walking to the bed as he picked up his jacket. He slid the jacket over his shoulders, and made his way to the front door at a slow pace. Jimin wondered when he would be able to remove the brace completely, it was getting itchy and annoying. He made sure to check if he had his key and phone before stepping out of the apartment.

Jimin breathed in the fresh air, smiling as he looked around.

This city was nothing like the one where Jimin grew up. The thought of a pregnant unmated omega walking around was frowned upon. The omega had to be mated or they were shunned into their house. Here, in Seoul, there was still that prejudice mindset, but there was also acceptance. Sure, Jimin avoided attention, but they left him alone. No one laughed or screamed at him for walking by, unaccompanied. There were still terrible people but there was Jungkook.

Jimin felt his cheeks warming up at the thought of the Alpha. Jungkook. Jimin smiled to himself as he thought of him. Jungkook’s laugh, Jungkook’s smile, Jungkook’s scent, Jungkook’s comfort. 

In such a small amount of time, Jungkook has become someone special to Jimin, a friend to his pup. Jimin isn’t sure what to expect from their friendship but he hopes…

Jimin’s smile fell as he looked up from the ground, heart racing as he recognized someone sitting outside of a restaurant. A hand slowly slid across his stomach, feeling his chest tightening as he watched the man at the restaurant laughing with someone. 

Jimin took one step back, feeling his heart speeding up, his breathing becoming more labored. He turned to look away, crashing into someone. 


Jimin didn’t answer, just hugged Jungkook tightly, instantly recognizing the scent. Jungkook rubbed his back, holding him as Jimin sobbed into his shirt.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” Jungkook whispered. 

“So that’s him?” Jungkook asked, putting his jacket over Jimin’s shoulders, who was shivering from all the emotions that hit him. “He’s not that good looking.”

Jimin couldn’t look up, just stared at his shaking hands. What was he doing here? Who was that girl? Why did it have to be now? Jimin was doing okay, Jimin was recovering. Why? Was he looking for Jimin? Why did the idea please Jimin’s omega?

“I mean, he’s cute, I’ll give him that,” Jungkook sighed. “Do you want to talk to him? I can get him to—”

“No,” Jimin said loudly, Jungkook turning to look at him. Jimin’s entire body trembled as his eyes watered. “I don’t want to talk to him, Jungkook. Don’t you fucking understand that?”


Jimin just shoved off Jungkook’s jacket, standing up, and walking away from Jungkook. He needed to breathe, he just needed to fucking breathe. Jimin wiped away his tears but they kept coming out.

Why now? Why right now? Why was he here?

Jimin walked more deeper into the park, looking around as he tried to locate the apartment building. He’s never been to this part of the city, where was he? They hadn’t walked very far. Where was he?

Jimin put his hand over his stomach, holding back a sob as he looked around at the tall trees. What was he doing here? He kept wandering around the park, walking past an art building, walking past the children’s playground. He kept walking, tears falling down his face. He didn’t recognize anything.

“Jungkook,” Jimin whispered, hoping the Alpha hears him over the loud noises. Jimin’s bottom lip trembled as he looked around, his chest tightening. He was scared, he was lost. He took another step, wincing as a sharp pain shot down to his ankle. Jimin toppled over, a woman yelling out as she caught him.

“Are you okay?” She said worriedly, looking down at Jimin.

Jimin looked up at her, eyes feeling heavy. “Jungkook,” he whispered.

“His body is fragile, he should be more careful,” someone whispered. “Shocks like these can be very detrimental to the pup. His body will collapse and it might harm the pup.”

“That’s fine, I know all of that,” Jungkook said, his voice rising. “What I want to know is how his condition is right now. How the pup? How is he?”

The doctor sighed. “He’s alright, Mr. Jeon. I understand that you’re worried about him but he needs to remember his condition. First pregnancies are hard on an omega’s body and if he’s not careful—I don’t even want to begin to tell you all the dangerous consequences.”

Jimin let out a sigh, fully opening his eyes. Jungkook and the doctor looked at him. “I’m sorry,” Jimin said softly. “I should’ve been more careful.”

The doctor glanced at Jungkook before nodding. “It’s good to accept blame, Jimin, but I don’t want to be seeing you here again. The next time I see you here, I want to see you holding your handsome pup.”

Jimin nodded, watching as the doctor walked out of the room. Jungkook stayed in his place, staring at him. Jimin looked away, playing with the pulse oximeter on his finger. “We finally got a room here, huh?” Jimin jokes. “We finally got that hospital upgrade.”

“What were you thinking?” Jungkook said.

Jimin looked at Jungkook. “What?”

Jungkook looked at Jimin, arms crossed. “I said, what the fuck were you thinking? You’re pregnant, Jimin, your ankle is healing, and you just saw the Alpha that you spent the majority of your life pinning after! Why would you—Why?”

Jimin looked down. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry, I didn’t ask you to apologize,” Jungkook said. Jimin looked up at him, eyes watering. “I need you to be more careful.”

“I will be,” Jimin said.

Jungkook looked away, sighing as he looked down at his watch. “I have to go back to work,” he said. “The doctor wants you to stay overnight.”

Jimin watched as Jungkook turned to leave. “Jungkook,” Jimin said. Jungkook looked at him. “Will—Will you come back?”

Jungkook hummed. “Yeah, I’ll be back,” he whispered. 

Jimin watched as Jungkook walked out, feeling his chest tighten. He looked down at his hands, sighing softly. The door opened, Jimin looking up. He furrowed his eyebrows, watching as Jungkook ran across the room, pulling Jimin into a hug.

Jimin felt tears fall down his face as Jungkook sighed, pulling away. Jimin looked at him, Jungkook reaching up to brush away Jimin's tears.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispered. “I don’t—I don’t want to leave like that. I don't want to be mad at you, I don't want you to feel bad, I'm sorry.”

Jimin nodded. “I’m sorry too.” Jungkook sighed, holding one side of Jimin's face. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”

“No, I shouldn’t have said that, I should’ve known how you were feeling,” Jungkook chuckled softly. “Hyung, you scared me, you have to be more careful. Please?”

Jimin stared at Jungkook, wondering why this Alpha wasn’t running away. Why did this Alpha come back? Why didn’t he run away like the others? Was it because Jungkook wasn’t a full Alpha? Will Jungkook leave after? Will Jungkook leave after he finds his mate?

“I promise,” Jimin said, feeling Jungkook’s warm hand holding the side of his face, breathing in Jungkook’s calming scent, feeling warm spreading to his cheeks. He was so close, Jimin’s omega whining at the distance between them.

Jungkook nodded, his thumb caressing Jimin’s cheek, his eyes darting down at Jimin’s lips for a quick second, if Jimin hadn’t been staring at him so intently, he would’ve missed it. Jimin’s heart was pounding in his chest, mind flooding with different emotions. He wanted to pull away, wanted to pull Jungkook closer, wanted Jungkook to leave.

“I should go,” Jungkook pulled away, Jimin snapping out of his daze. “Captain got a break in a case and wanted all of us there for fresh eyes.”

Jimin nodded, glancing up at Jungkook as he got up. He noticed Jungkook’s cheeks were pink. Jungkook looked away from Jimin, scratching the back of his head as he cleared his throat.

“I,” Jungkook said. “I’ll—I’ll see you later.” Jungkook turned, crashing into the door. Jimin covered his mouth, stifling his laughter. “Wow, there’s a door, I—I—bye.”

Jimin waited until Jungkook left to giggle, staring at the door with a smile.

Idiot, Jimin thought, leaning back against his pillow, slowly closing his eyes as he fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Jungkook frowned, looking over his menu at the Alpha. The Alpha was with a different woman today, the woman grinning as she reached over, her hand slyly sliding up his arm. Jungkook scoffed as he tried not to throw up. He knew people were free to show skinship but this was just disgusting. 

It wasn’t like he was all that good looking, either. What did Jimin see in him? Jungkook’s frown deepened as the Alpha put his hand on the woman’s thigh, leaning in to whisper something in his ear.

“Hey, our order is ready,” Jungkook’s partner sat in front of him, blocking the view of the Alpha and woman. “What are you looking at?”

“Some couple being gross,” Jungkook put down the menu, sighing. “Hyung-nim, is it unethical to try to identify someone for personal business?”

His hyung laughed, looking around as he nodded. “Of course it is, Jungkook, we don’t use our programs for personal gain.” He leaned in close. “Who do you want to look into?”

Jungkook smiled softly, “the Alpha behind you,” he whispered. “He’s—I want to know more about him.”

“Ah, is he an ex-lover?”

“No,” Jungkook said.

His partner casually turned, pointing at the fountain behind them. “Wow, that is a pretty fountain,” he chuckled before turning back to Jungkook. “He doesn’t seem your type. But I’ll see what I can do.”

Jungkook chuckled. “Thanks, hyung-nim.”

Jungkook was walking home when he stopped by Namjoon’s shop. He glanced inside, the lights were dimly lit, Namjoon was at the cashier, writing something down. Jungkook continued walking, deciding not to go inside. He was only a few steps away before he quickly turned around, knocking on the door. 

He watched as Namjoon lifted his head, smiling when he saw who it was. He made his way over, unlocking the front door. “Hey, what brings you here so late?” Namjoon laughed.

“Just on my way home when I saw you were still here,” Jungkook smiled. “How are you? How’s Minsu?”

Namjoon groaned, shaking his head as he massaged his shoulder. “He’s alright, we were able to come to an agreement with the woman.” He explained. “He’s now to go every two days to take out her garbage and Taehyung has to paint over their spray-paint.”

Jungkook hummed. “Yeah, my captain told me about that. But is he okay?”

“I,” Namjoon laughed as he looked around the store, smiling as his eyes watered. “I don’t know.”

Jungkook looked down at his feet, feeling bad for bringing it up.

“Sometimes I blame myself, sometimes I blame my brother,” Namjoon chuckled, sniffling as he looked back at Jungkook. Jungkook looked at him, smiling softly. “But I guess things happen for a reason, right? It’s up to me to raise the little brat.”

“He’ll thank you for it,” Jungkook reassured. “Maybe not right now, maybe not in seven years, but he will. I’m sure of it. From what I saw, Minsu is a good kid, hyung.”

Namjoon smiled softly. “Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

Jungkook patted Namjoon’s arm before sighing. “I should go, I still need to get Jimin’s clothes.”

“His clothes?”

“Yeah, he had to stay overnight at the hospital and he kept pouting about the hospital gowns being uncomfortable,” Jungkook chuckled. “He gets to go home tonight so I thought I would bring him some regular clothes.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Is he alright? Is the pup okay?”

Jungkook nodded, shaking his head as he remembered yesterday. “He’s okay. He’s just, how do I say this nicely? A handful.”

Namjoon laughed, nodding as he smiled at Jungkook. “I see,” he said. “Let me walk you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

Namjoon shook his head, walking over to the register, grabbing his jacket. “Please? I need some fresh air.”

“Alright,” Jungkook smiled, putting his hands in his jacket. “Let’s go then.”

He watched as Namjoon walked around, locking everything before finally meeting Jungkook outside of the store. Jungkook chuckled as Namjoon almost trip coming outside.

“Do you usually stay late?” Jungkook asked as they walked down the street.

Namjoon shook his head. “Only when Minsu goes to school late.”

“And is,” Jungkook looked over at Namjoon. “Are you sure he’s going? I don’t mean to—”

“Oh,” Namjoo laughed, nodding. “No, Minsu loves school. It’s odd but it’s something that he really excels in. He gets high grades and is always studying.”

Jungkook hummed. “That’s good, must take after you.”

Namjoon laughed loudly, shaking his cheek, looking away shyly. “Nonsense.”

Jungkook gestured for Namjoon to turn, both of them slowly walking up the stairs to Jungkook’s apartment. Namjoon looked around.

“Wow, the view of the city is beautiful here,” Namjoon said, looking out at the city. Jungkook smiled, agreeing silently. It was one of the reasons why he decided to live on this floor. The building itself was up on a hill, so the view from the first floor was beautiful, but from the fourth floor—stunning.

“Hyung, you should stay for a drink or something,” Jungkook said. “I can make you a cup of coffee, if you’d like.”

Namjoon hummed. “No, I shouldn’t,” he said. “You have to go back to Jimin.”

Jungkook shrugged off his jacket, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about that, he’s not discharged until midnight.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“Course not, come on in,” Jungkook walked towards the kitchen, looking around for the new bag of coffee beans that he had bought. 

“Do you have a beer instead?”

Jungkook did a beeline to the fridge, hearing a snicker from Namjoon. Jungkook opened the fridge, only finding soju. “Uh, I only have soju, is that fine?”

“Yeah, that’s alright.”

Jungkook shook around the soju bottle as he grabbed a shot glass, walking over to Namjoon. Namjoon smiled softly at him, Jungkook pulling over the chair he would use to eat with Jimin. 

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” Jungkook asked, pouring Namjoon a drink, glancing up at him.

Namjoon looked away from Jungkook, his cheeks turning pink. “No,” he said. “Did—Did you?”

Jungkook hummed, handing the shot glass to Namjoon. Namjoon thanked him softly before drinking it. “Not really, I just got off work so I was thinking of showering before meeting Jimin.”

“Oh,” Namjoon cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head as he refilled Namjoon’s glass. “Don’t be silly, hyung. You’re more than welcome to stay as long as you want.” He looked up at Namjoon, smiling at him. “Are you a light-weight?”

Namjoon swallowed nervously, “Why?”

“Your cheeks are red,” Jungkook chuckled. “It suits you.”

“This—This is good soju,” Namjoon looked away from Jungkook again, grabbing the bottle instead of the cup. Jungkook watched as Namjoon drank from the bottle.

“Hyung, that’s—”

Namjoon chugged down the entire bottle, hiccuping as he looked at Jungkook. “I should,” Namjoon blinked a couple times. “Shit, I am a light-weight.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Namjoon. “Hyung, are you alright?”

“No, I shouldn’t have—” Namjoon looked at Jungkook, giggling as he leaned back. “Shit, I’m dizzy.”

Jungkook watched him, a bit amused with how quick the alcohol hit him. He wondered if letting him drink the bottle was a bad idea.

“We have a guest,” Jungkook said, helping Jimin up the stairs. “I think I forgot to mention that.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, looking at Jungkook. “What—What do you mean?”

“Well, I invited him over for some coffee but he ended up drinking an entire bottle of soju,” Jungkook explained. “He’s a terrible drinker, I might add.”

Jimin looked back up at the apartment, eyes widening. “Is it Namjoon?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Because he’s gyrating naked in front of the apartment,” Jimin pointed at the door. Jungkook looked up, eyes widening as he saw what Jimin had said.

Jungkook looked at Jimin, then back at Namjoon. “Wow, he’s big.”

“Is that really your concern?” Jimin squeaked, removing his hands around Jungkook. “Go help him, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Jimin looked away shyly, Jungkook laughing at his timidness. Jungkook gave Jimin one last look before running up, stopping Namjoon from walking away.

Namjoon groaned, trying to fight against Jungkook’s hold. “No, I need to keep dancing,” Namjoon whined. “I’m a dancing star!”

Jungkook laughed, able to put Namjoon’s hands behind his back, pulling him into the apartment. “And you’re the brightest star, hyung, trust me. We saw all the stars and the moon.”

“Did I really drink all of that soju?” Namjoon asked, Jungkook forcing him to sit down on the couch. “I can’t handle the bottle, just three drinks!” Namjoon held three fingers to Jungkook’s face. “Oh, no! Don’t tell Taehyung!”

Jungkook hummed, looking around for Namjoon’s underwear. “I won’t,” he said. “As long as you put something to cover your dick, I won’t.”

“Here,” Jimin said, handing Jungkook a pair of boxers. “I found them on your doorknob.”

“Wow,” Jungkook said. “He really did a number on my house in just two hours.”

Namjoon pouted at Jungkook, grabbing the boxers, and slipping them on. “Minsu hates me.”

“No, he doesn’t,” Jungkook said, looking around for the blanket he usually leaves on the couch. He spotted it on the floor, picking it up and covering Namjoon’s body. “There, just sleep it off, hyung.”

Namjoon hummed, looking up at Jungkook. “I like you,” Namjoon pointed at Jungkook, eyes closing. “You’re hot.” He said before dozing off to sleep.

Jungkook snickered, covering his mouth as he stepped back. Noted, never give Kim Namjoon any alcohol. Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head as he turned away. He furrowed his eyebrows, not finding Jimin anywhere.

“Hyung?” He whispered, closing the front door, and locking it. He tiptoed to his bedroom, finding Jimin putting away his jacket. “He’s asleep now.”

Jimin chuckled. “I know, I heard.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook shook his head. “Do you mind if I sleep on the floor since he took the couch?”

Jimin shook his head. “No,” Jimin said, looking up at Jungkook. “You should sleep on the bed, I’ll take the floor.”

Jungkook scoffed. “That’s not happening,” he said. “I’ll be fine on the floor.”

Jungkook grabbed one of the pillows on the bed, about to throw it on the floor when someone tugged on his shirt. He turned his head back, finding Jimin behind him. Jimin was looking at the ground.

Jimin cleared his throat. “You,” he said. “We can share, if—if you want.”

“The floor?”

Jimin chuckled softly, shaking his head. “The bed.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said, realizing what Jimin was saying, and widening his eyes. “Oh! Oh—uh—yeah, we can do that.”

Jimin lifted his head, Jungkook’s heart skipping as he looked down at Jimin. Jimin’s eyes looking at Jungkook and—and Jungkook turned away, scratching the back of his head.

“On second thought,” Jungkook could hear his heart beating fast in his ears. “The floor will be great for my back.”

“Are you—”

Jungkook immediately jumped to the ground, giving Jimin his back. “Night,” he said. 

Jungkook tossed on the floor, wondering if Namjoon would be alright, if Minsu got home safely. Should he have taken Namjoon home instead? But how would he know where he lives? Should he try to call someone? But Namjoon was fast asleep and his phone was locked.

Was Jimin comfortable? Should he turn on the heater? Was Jimin okay? Did his foot hurt? Was his pup feeling alright?

Jungkook sighed, turning again, jumping back when he found Jimin climbing onto the floor. “Hyung, what are you doing?”

Jimin blinked at Jungkook, smiling softly at him. “You wouldn’t join me on the bed,” he whispered. “So I’ll join you on the ground.”

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, moving over to make more room. “Are you sure?”

Jimin giggled, nodding as he turned on his side, facing Jungkook. “Yes,” he whispered. “Is it alright with you?”

Jungkook felt his heart skipping in his chest, looking down at Jimin’s grinning face. How can he be so careless? Jungkook nodded slowly, glancing down at Jimin’s lips then back up at his eyes. If he keeps this up...