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A Taste of Honey

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“I dream of your first kiss, and then

I feel upon my lips again

A taste of honey

Tasting much sweeter than wine”

✢✢✢

The air in the studio was heavy, clouded with body heat and sweat. The black fabric mask Jungkook wore clung to his skin, damp and unpleasant, but he didn’t have much of a choice—not that it did much to block Jimin’s scent anyway. It hung in the air, strong and sweet, prickling along Jungkook’s tongue. He split away from the group as soon as an opportunity presented itself, standing aside to down a bottle of water.

He should be used to this by now. Jimin’s scent was impossible to ignore, tauntingly potent in every room he occupied, but he couldn’t quite shake the overwhelming want that came with it.

A pair of arms snuck their way around Jungkook’s shoulders, carrying an overwhelming scent of rose petals that hit him at full force now that his mask was tucked below his chin.

“Jungkook-ie,” Jimin sang, his voice soft and airy. It sounded as enticing as the rest of him. Jungkook’s jaw tightened. “Give your hyung a sip.”

Jungkook quickly rolled his shoulders, shoving the omega off his back. “Get your own,” he bit out.

There was an irritated huff from where Jimin was standing behind him. “What is wrong with you?” Jimin fumed, his soft voice now laced with aggression.

“Nothing.” He refused to look at Jimin, not when his scent was even more fragrant from the layer of sweat that coated his body. It was divine, even with the bitter tinge of anger that had bled into it.

“You never speak to me anymore, let alone look at me,” Jimin snapped.

“That’s not true,” Jungkook replied, unsure of how else to answer him. But it was true, and they both knew it. Ever since Jungkook had presented, his nose began to pick up on things he had never noticed before. The sweet, floral bouquet that radiated from Jimin was something he wasn't prepared for. The way Jungkook couldn't get too close without being slapped in the face by the smell of omega.

It was frustrating. How could he ignore Jimin when they had been more or less attached at the hip since their trainee days? Jimin was always there, playfully asking for piggyback rides, creeping into his room late at night, affectionately rubbing his hand across Jungkook's back when he sensed his anxiety. It was lovely as much as it was agonizing.

Jungkook never imagined holding himself back with Jimin. Now that distancing himself from Jimin seemed like the only solution, he felt like he was going mad. But what other option did he have? His hormones were raging constantly, and he spent every second trying to remain professional, to keep himself from holding Jimin down and burying his nose in his neck every time the omega so much as smiled in his direction.

He hated how primal Jimin’s presence made him feel, alpha instincts going wild with the need to protect, claim, and please.

Jungkook started feeling extra concerned if he caught Jimin awake too late, or practicing too hard. When they would eat together, he fought the urge to offer Jimin food from his own plate to assure that the omega had eaten enough. Jungkook was observant of everyone who spoke to Jimin, how close they would stand, if they touched him.

He hated that most of all.

Jungkook gulped down another mouthful of water, hoping to soothe the burn inside of himself.

“Is it because you're an alpha now?” Jimin demanded, and Jungkook cringed. Without even turning his head to check, he knew the others had overheard.

“Of course not.” Jungkook tugged the mask back up over his face before turning around. He paid close attention to the space between them, taking a step back when Jimin attempted to move closer. Jimin’s expression hardened, and Jungkook could make out a glimmer of hurt in his dark eyes. “I'm just tired,” he added.

“You're lying,” Jimin barked back, hands clenched into fists now. “I’m not stupid Jungkook, I know you’ve been avoiding me since you popped your first little baby knot. You only seem to have time for yourself and the other alphas.”

“Hyung—”

“I know you alphas think you’re so big and tough, and you're probably loving this.” Jimin’s words cut through him like a sharp blade, tearing away his composure. He wanted to stop him, to tell Jimin he was wrong, but Jimin kept going. “But if you think you're too good to associate with omegas now, you are grossly mistaken. I'm still your hyung, your superior. If I ask for a drink of fucking water, do not speak down to me.”

What was he even supposed to say to that? How was he going to defend himself without breaking down right there in the corner of the studio in front of everyone? Jimin's scent burned his nose, and Jungkook held his breath. His mind desperately scrambled for an explanation. When he couldn't find the words he hoped that maybe Jimin would somehow understand, smell the bitterness of his distress and know that he was in pain, too.

The darkness in Jimin’s eyes, however, showed no sympathy. He snatched the water out of Jungkook's hand and walked to the opposite side of the room, leaving Jungkook with the weight of everyone’s eyes. Jungkook swallowed, fist clenching around nothing with the bottle now gone from his hand.

✢✢✢

He held himself together until they got home, and it took all of his strength to keep from running to his room. Jimin’s scent echoed in his mind, and the sweet floral bouquet left him too frustrated to keep his hands out of his pants. As if the argument wasn't humiliating enough, it had been arousing in some sick, alpha sort of way. When he finally made it to his room, he stripped himself of his pants before diving onto the bed, the friction of the sheets doing little to alleviate his frustration.

He clenched the covers tight in his fists, as if that would stop him from actually touching himself. It wasn’t like he had never masurbated to Jimin’s scent before, but the hurt he saw in Jimin's eyes earlier haunted him, almost outweighing the sweetness of his scent.

Jungkook wondered how he got to this point. He could remember the first time he nearly lost it, after rehearsals several weeks ago. He had been drying his hair when the air from the blow dryer wafted over a familiar scent. His eyes zeroed in on the laundry hamper—specifically, the pajama pants that were draped carelessly over the edge.

Jungkook had the soft, worn cotton pressed to his face before he realized he had moved, inhaling so deeply that his ears almost popped. His alpha purred in delight as he attempted to differentiate each unique note of Jimin's scent, a rhapsody of unparalleled pleasure. The undeniable presence of fresh roses, a rich sweetness that resembled dark amber honey, and something nutty Jungkook had not picked up on before—almond maybe? Or hazelnut?

The knock on the bathroom door and Yoongi’s impatient voice had been the only thing that stopped him, but since that moment, Jimin’s scent had become etched into his mind.

A knock interrupted him now, too. His head jolted up and he twisted his body into a less compromising position just before Namjoon opened the door.

Jungkook’s face burned in shame. Namjoon had to be able to smell the frustration oozing from him, or notice the awkward way he drew his covers up over himself to hide the bulge in his pants. The other alpha was kind enough not to mention it, even if he did lift a single eyebrow with a knowing glance.

“Hyung, do you need something?” Jungkook asked, desperately trying to keep his voice from squeaking.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” Namjoon moved further into the room, pulling Jungkook’s computer chair away from his desk and angling it towards the bed.

Jungkook swallowed, knowing what was to come. He watched anxiously as Namjoon settled into the chair with the same affable look he always gave the press, like he was looking for a gentle way to break bad news.

“I’ve noticed you and Jimin haven’t been getting along recently.” Fucking Christ, this was it; Jungkook braced himself for the rest of Namjoon’s lecture, biting the inside of his cheeks and digging his nails into his palms. “And he seems to think it's because you have developed some sort of superiority complex about being an alpha.”

“What?!” Jungkook couldn't hide the way his voice cracked. “Hyung, that’s not—”

“I know,” Namjoon cut him off, a gentle smile settling over his features. “I know that's the furthest thing from what's really bothering you.”

Jungkook’s shoulders fell, the tension easing as he digested what Namjoon said.

“It doesn't have anything to do with Jimin.” Jungkook caught the way Namjoon’s eyebrow lifted again. “Well…” Jungkook cleared his throat, eyes falling to the floor, “Not in the way he thinks it does.”

“I get it,” Namjoon began. “I remember what it was like when I presented. It's not easy, you feel like you're suddenly awakened to a world you didn't even realize was there. Everyone smells different and your body changes, we all go through it.”

“I had no idea it would feel like this.

“It's okay, you're not supposed to. Everyone goes through different experiences when they present, we can't predict how it will affect us.”

“I hate it,” Jungkook grumbled. “It’s like I can’t control myself anymore. No one warned me being an alpha converts you into some sort of rabid neanderthal.”

Namjoon laughed. “Neanderthal. Okay.”

“I’m serious.” Jungkook looked away, picking at a loose thread in the blanket. “I just thought… I thought being an alpha meant I would be taller and stronger. It sounded cool. I liked the idea of it, but I never… I didn’t think about omegas.”

Namjoon laughed., “It’s intense, isn't it?” Jungkook nodded, coiling the loose thread tightly around his finger. “But you’ll get used to it, it just takes time.”

“Omegas must have it so easy,” Jungkook muttered, ripping the thread from the blanket. “How can Jimin handle being around three alphas all the time?” The way Jimin could stand so close to Jungkook, touch him, and not feel weak at the knees… Maybe Jimin just wasn't attracted to him. The thought settled unpleasantly in his gut.

“The same way I am able to work with Yoongi without having to wear a mask to rehearsals.”

Jungkook huffed. Could he really just expect all these feelings to just fade away? That he would wake up one day and Jimin would just smell like a normal person to him? Jimin had to have a way to control himself, didn’t he? The staff had been so quick to put him on suppressants after he presented; that probably dulled all the weird side effects of being an omega. Something like that had to exist for alphas, right?

Asking Namjoon turned out to be a mistake, with the way the other alpha laughed until his cheeks were pink and tears clung to his eyelashes. So Jungkook just sulked after Namjoon left, hardly comforted by the idea of only being able to wait for his hormones to settle down.

It had been nearly two months since he presented, and he was still battling with his primal alpha urges as much as he had the morning he woke up during his first rut. He had tried everything, from revising his schedule to wearing masks to cover his nose. It just seemed pointless. His best bet was just to avoid Jimin entirely—which shouldn't be too difficult after what had happened today.

Namjoon better be right. For the sake of his own sanity, Namjoon had to be right. The scent of other omegas had dulled to him, even Yoongi's had. So Jimin’s would eventually, too. Still, it didn't make any of this any easier. Especially when the person causing all of this was his closest friend. Jungkook pulled the sheets over head, and when he closed his eyes, he could still smell roses.

✢✢✢

It seemed like a cruel twist of fate that Jungkook and Jimin had been left in the dorm by themselves for a short stretch of days. Or maybe the others had simply gotten tired of dealing with them and needed some space. After all, for weeks now, they barely exchanged words outside of what was absolutely necessary for coworkers. The tension between them had become a heavy weight that was impacting the entire group.

It wasn't just Jungkook going out of his way to avoid the omega; Jimin had also found non-discreet ways to ignore him. Getting up from the table as soon as Jungkook sat down, leaving the room as soon as Jungkook entered, and laughing annoyingly loud at everyone else’s jokes in front of Jungkook.

It was already past 3 o’clock on their first full day alone, but there was no sunlight shining through the windows. The whole place was silent. Jimin hadn’t left his room once, not even for breakfast. If Jungkook didn’t know better, he would think Jimin had left with the others.

He tried scrolling through his phone, catching up on all the unopened emails he had been ignoring for the past week, but he couldn't focus. His eyes kept drifting to the hallway, in the direction of Jimin's room. He even tried to scent the air, to see if he could smell if something was wrong, but there was nothing.

After laying in the dark for another 20 minutes, Jungkook finally convinced himself to get up and check on Jimin. Maybe he was sick? Even if they were currently avoiding each other, Jungkook wouldn’t be able to hide from the guilt if there was something seriously wrong and he didn’t do anything about it.

The walk from the living room to the bedrooms felt longer than usual, or maybe Jungkook's feet were just moving slower. The door to the bedroom Jimin shared with Hoseok was closed. Jimin's sweet, floral scent was vaguely present in the air. Jungkook only hesitated for a moment before opening the door. He noticed Jimin's small figure immediately, curled up under his cover and facing away from the door, and he let out a sigh of relief. Jimin was still here, he still smelled the same.

“Hyung,” Jungkook said quietly, his own voice feeling distant in his ears. “Do you want something to eat?”

Jungkook could make out the faint flickering of light from Jimin's phone in the dark room, but he didn't offer any kind of response. Jungkook sighed and tried again, “It’s almost 4.”

“I know what time it is,” Jimin replied quickly, dismissive.

“If you're hungry, I can bring you something. I haven't heard you in the kitchen all day.”

“I don't need you to take care of me, Jungkook.” Jimin's voice was cold and defensive.

“I wasn't suggesting that you do, I was just making sure you're okay.” Jungkook could feel his palms clam up. He didn’t want to say the wrong thing and push Jimin even further away, even if that was what he should be doing.

Jimin finally rolled over, angling his head in Jungkook's direction. His eyes were narrow, an impassive frown pulling at his lips, like he was offended by Jungkook’s presence.

“I'm fine,” Jimin barked. “If I want something, I can get it myself. Why do you care anyway? You've made it clear you have no interest in associating with me anymore.”

Jungkook cringed, guilt flooding into his stomach. “Jimin, that's not true.”

“Yes, it is,” Jimin spat at him, returning his focus to his phone. Jungkook swallowed, relieved to have a break from the hostile eye contact. “Why don’t you go lift more weights or measure your knot, whatever you dumb alphas do to entertain yourselves. I'm not your responsibility.”

Jungkook felt his jaw tighten, teeth grinding together. He probably deserved that, but the insult still stung, and hearing Jimin speak to him that way was even worse. Jungkook would be angry if his sensitive nose hadn’t picked up on the subtle scent of sadness and dying flowers.

“Jimin, can we just—can we just get over this?” Jungkook cringed at how pathetic he sounded. He didn't even know what he was asking for. He just wanted to go back to normal, and maybe that was what he needed. Maybe the best solution would be to just deal with his problem head-on and train himself to not melt into a puddle of horny goo when Jimin offered him any type of physical contact.

Jimin’s lyrical laugh erupted into the quiet room, his eyes still glued to his phone screen. “We? We? I'm not the one with the superiority complex, Jungkook. I'm just giving you what you want.”

Jungkooks nostrils flared, his sweaty palms clenching into fists as he calculated how to respond.

“I don’t fucking want this,'' Jungkook blurted out, speaking more to himself than to Jimin.

Jimin groaned, eyes rolling before meeting Jungkook’s again. “Don’t lie to me. You don't want anything to do with me anymore. This is the first time you've even looked at me in days. You don’t care if I'm hungry. If this isn't what you want, then why did you decide to cut me out of your life?”

“Hyung, I didn't...” Jungkook started, taking a step forward. His voice was unsteady, pleading almost. “I didn't try to cut you out, I just needed space from you. I wasn't trying to hurt you.”

Jimin laughed again, the sound more twisted and agonized than his usual soft, gentle voice. “Because I'm an omega, right?” Jimin pushed himself up into a sitting position on the bed, glaring at Jungkook. “You need space from me because I'm an omega.”

“Yes!” Jungkook shouted and Jimin’s brows shot up like he was surprised. Jungkook impulsively ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his face, anxiously trying to gather himself. “I don't want space between us! I just want to go back to how we were before! Before I was an alpha. Every time you get close to me I feel sick to my stomach, I ache in ways I’ve never felt before.”

“Jungkook what—” The comforting aroma of sugary nectar penetrated Jungkook's senses and made the alpha inside him whine, his emotions spiraling.

“It's not you hyung—it’s me. I can't handle this—I can’t handle being an alpha. I'm not meant for this. Everything is so much harder now and I can't think straight, I can't sleep, and no matter how far away from you I get, I can't get you out of my mind.” Jungkook’s heart was racing, pounding so loud in his ears that if it weren't for the vibration of his vocal chords he wouldn't even be sure he was speaking aloud.

Jimin stared at him from the same spot on his bed. All the aggression melted away from his expression and was replaced with something even worse. Pity. Like he felt sorry for him and Jungkook couldn't blame him—he was a pathetic excuse for an alpha. An alpha that couldn’t even stand near his friend without losing control of himself. An alpha that had put him through all of this pain.

“I'm sorry,” Jungkook continued before Jimin had a chance to reply. He tried to steady his breathing, to save himself from further humiliation. “I'll leave you alone. I've been trying to get over this. Adjust better, be a stronger alpha like Seokjin and Namjoon. But I don't want you to think I'm avoiding you because I want to. Or that this is your fault—because it isn't.”

Jungkook stepped further away from the bed, back towards the bedroom door.

“Jungkook wait,” Jimin called. Jungkook froze. He wanted to dart out of the room, run away from this awkward conversation, hide from his humiliating confession, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. “You don't have to leave,” Jimin said quietly.

A huff of air tore from Jungkook’s lips, treading dangerously close to a sob, his eyes staying focused on the ground. “I need to. I—my alpha is weak around you, hyung.” The words felt heavy as they fell out of Jungkook's mouth. He closed his eyes, as if that would prevent Jimin from seeing how vulnerable he had become.

“It's okay,” Jimin said, his voice calm. Jungkook waited for him to add something else, but when no further reply came he caved, opening his eyes to look at the omega. Jimin’s words radiated in Jungkook's mind for a moment. It was the first time since he presented that anyone had said that to him.

There was no judgment in Jimin's eyes, no anger or irritation, and a wave of relief flooded through Jungkook. Not even Namjoon’s lecture about alpha hormones disarmed him the way that Jimin did right now. Jungkook so badly wanted to argue, to tell Jimin all the absurd things his hormones had led him to do and feel since the moment he noticed Jimin didn't just smell sweet, he smelled divine. He wanted to confess everything but instead he remained motionless in the doorway

“Jungkook, it’s okay,” Jimin said again, then moved toward the edge of the bed and Jungkook fought the urge to step back. “Why didn't you just say that? Talk to me? I could have helped you.”

Jungkook shook his head and closed his eyes again. “How? It's not your fault I can't control myself.”

“It's normal to be scared. You shouldn't expect yourself to adjust to something so significant so quickly. It's a lot for anyone. I remember when I presented. It was hard for me, too.” Jungkook was surprised at how patient Jimin seemed now, his tone gentle.

Jungkook exhaled a deep breath to calm himself, and Jimin's comforting aroma helped keep him grounded. “I don't remember noticing anything different about you then,” he replied.

“Really?” Jimin asked, sounding amused. “I was such a mess. I was so afraid I was going to be treated differently. I did everything I could to hide what I was going through from all of you—from everyone. I begged to start suppressants even before my first heat was over.”

Jungkook frowned. “I had no idea, hyung. I mean, you still seemed like yourself. Maybe I noticed you kept to yourself more after that, but I just thought it was because you were maturing or something.”

Jimin had been a late bloomer; he didn’t present as an omega until after he had turned 21. Maybe he smelled a little sweeter, his behavior slightly more reserved and calculated than before. But otherwise, he seemed the same.

Jimin rolled his eyes. “You're so naive. I was just trying to keep things normal between all of us. I never wanted to be looked at as weaker or inferior. I didn't want people to only see me as an omega. And I never felt that way—not until you became an alpha.”

Jungkook swallowed down a lump in his throat, his eyes finding the ground in shame. He had never paid much attention to the differences in rank among the seven of them. They always worked well together, even their occasional conflicts were easily resolved. He had always held the same respect for everyone, regardless if he was an alpha or not.

Knowing now that he’d made Jimin feel inferior was like a knife in his heart.

“I don’t—I’ve never looked down at you. It wasn’t that I thought you were weaker than me, it’s just that every time I’m near you I feel like I lose control of myself. You just smell fucking incredible all the time and I can’t help myself. I don't want to upset you or make things awkward. I know what I feel is wrong and I'm trying to stop it. I'm trying to just… be normal.”

When Jimin didn’t reply, Jungkook raised his head to look at him curiously. A light pink blush had bloomed across Jimin's plump cheeks. “I didn't think anyone could smell me—I’ve always used scent blockers. No one has ever said anything about my scent before.”

“Maybe it’s just me then, I don't know. I think my nose is sensitive.”

“Can you smell the others too?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook nodded. After he’d presented, everyone’s scents had become overwhelming. Taehyung’s soft, lavender scent would turn sour and bitter when he would get frustrated during rehearsals. Even the slightest shift in mood caused Namjoon’s pinewood scent to twist into something that burned Jungkook’s nose.

But Jimin was different.

Jimin had always been different.

“It’s not the same.”

“What do I smell like?”

What?

Jungkook's eyes threatened to bulge out of his skull when he heard the question, the unease in his stomach twisting up again. “What? Don't you know?”

Jimin shook his head. “No one has ever told me before.”

Jungkook’s tongue swept across his bottom lip. His throat felt too tight to swallow. A silent prayer echoed in his mind that his voice wouldn't crack when he spoke. “Good—you smell good, hyung.”

Jimin pouted, clearly unimpressed with Jungkook's answer. “Taehyung said I smell like flowers sometimes.”

“Roses,” Jungkook answered before his brain could register the words leaving his mouth. “You smell like roses.”

Jimin watched Jungkook intensely, as if surprised by the alpha’s response. “Roses?” he whispered.

“And honey,” Jungkook added. He found himself standing closer to the bed, unsure of when his legs carried him there.

The subtle blush on Jimin's cheeks had deepened into a vibrant fuchsia that spread across his face and up to the tips of his ears. “And that's why you're avoiding me? Because you like my scent?” Jimin asked. His confidence sounded like it was wavering, like the question was just a plea for confirmation.

“Yes,” Jungkook answered, eyes locked with the Jimin’s.

Jimin held his gaze, searching Jungkook’s eyes as if he could read his mind, the silence between them charged with… something. Expectation, maybe. Like they were standing on the edge of a cliff, and it took all of Jungkook’s strength to keep from retreating back to safety.

“Can I smell you?” Jimin asked.

The question stirred panic in the logical part of Jungkook's brain. Shocked that Jimin had really just asked that. His heart pounded in his chest, every physical part of Jungkook’s body telling him to run, that this was crossing a line. But his alpha couldn't deny the omega’s request.

Jungkook took one more step, closing the remaining distance, his knees just centimeters away from the mattress. Jimin didn’t wait for a verbal response. He lifted himself up on his knees, scooting to the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes focused on Jungkook's.

Jungkook felt Jimin's soft hands land on his shoulders, then slowly move to the back of his neck. The touch ignited something visceral under his skin, like a dormant appetite for intimacy was jarred awake, sending goosebumps erupting across Jungkook’s skin. He felt Jimin guide his head to the side, tilting it slightly to expose his neck, and Jungkook let his eyes fall closed. This position of submission felt strangely natural.

Jungkook could feel the warmth radiating from Jimin as he relaxed into his touch. Jimin's fingers combed through the short hair at the base of Jungkook's head. “You're shaking.” Jimin’s breath sent chills over his skin, keeping Jungkook hyper aware of how close Jimin was to his bare neck.

“I'm sorry,” Jungkook mumbled, squeezing his eyes closed tighter.

Jimin’s face moved even closer and Jungkook could hear the quiet intake of air through Jimin's nose. It made his stomach drop. He swallowed so hard that he knew Jimin must have felt it, and the way Jimin's hands moved to cradle the back of Jungkook’s head to relax him confirmed it.

The next thing Jungkook felt was the tip of Jimin's nose pressing into the skin of his neck. Right below his scent gland. Jungkook flinched, and his hand reached out to grab Jimin's shirt, clenching the fabric between his fingers. The nose on his neck pressed firmer, then traveled higher to swipe over the delicate skin of his scent gland.

Jungkook's lips parted, and he willed himself not to whimper at the new sensation. No one had ever scented him like this before. No one had even been this close to him since he became an alpha. It felt electrifying. The hand clenched in Jimin's shirt pulled the omega closer, keeping him in place so Jimin could swallow every drop of the pheromones Jungkook’s body produced for him.

“You smell like leather.” Jimin's voice startled him, Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open but his body stayed fixed in the same position. “Like leather and something else...” He felt Jimin inhale again. “Champagne.”

Jungkook brought his free hand up to Jimin's head, gently twining his fingers into his thick, dark hair. He held Jimin there for a moment before guiding him back and away from his neck. Their eyes locked again, and Jungkook noticed the way Jimin's had grown darker, his pupils blown. Like a full moon before it's risen to its peak in the sky— large, whole, and enchanting.

Jungkook let his hand slide down from Jimin's hair to rest on his neck, and the soft skin there felt so delicate under his calloused fingertips. He could feel Jimin's pulse, quick and steady, an unwavering melody that matched his own.

As if answering Jungkook's unspoken request, Jimin tilted his head, baring the skin of his neck for the alpha. Jungkook watched Jimin's eyes, waiting for some sort of verbal invitation that would never come. Jungkook accepted the offer hungrily, and buried his face in Jimin's skin, pushing his nose directly into the omega’s scent gland.

Jimin yelped, hands shoving at Jungkook’s shoulders. “Jungkook!”

Jungkook jumped away, startled, dropping his hands from where they held Jimin. “Sorry.” He wiped his sweaty palms on the front of his pants.

Jimin just giggled and shook his head. “You startled me.” He adjusted his position, moving back further onto the bed. “Here, sit with me. Try again.”

Jungkook wanted to question him, ask if he was sure. Did he want Jungkook that close? Did he want Jungkook to scent him? Instead, he crawled onto the bed in front of him, lips between his teeth to keep himself from ruining this.

He just needed to stop thinking about himself. Everything would be okay if he stayed focused on Jimin. He settled down closer with his knees folded beneath him.

“Be gentle, go slowly,” Jimin advised before baring his neck again.

This time Jungkook reached to touch Jimin, to hold him, both hands wrapping around Jimin’s biceps, more to keep himself steady more than anything else. Jungkook glanced up to Jimin's face to study his expression, the soft fluttering of his closed eyelids, the slight way his lips had parted. He looked so beautiful. So composed aside from the small grin tugging at the edge of his lips.

Jungkook couldn’t help but be amazed at how comfortable and willing Jimin seemed to be, to allow Jungkook to do something that felt so intimate. Just minutes ago, Jimin refused to speak to him, and now here they were scenting each other.

Jungkook exhaled again, emptying his lungs to prepare his body to consume as much of Jimin's scent as possible. He moved slower this time, bringing his nose close to Jimin's shoulder first. Jimin only wore a loose-fitted t-shirt, and the fabric barely concealed his clavicle. Jungkook swallowed down a shallow gulp of air, taking in how potent Jimin was here. The scent left a phantom taste of something decadent on the back of his tongue, where the air he inhaled from his nose met his throat.

Jungkook kept his eyes open, entranced by the subtle movements of Jimin breathing. His eyes followed further up his neck. He was so close to Jimin's skin that he could take in every detail. A mole he had never noticed before. The rich amber undertone of his skin. He could even detect the subtle bulge of skin under his jaw indicating where his scent gland was nestled beneath.

Jungkook swallowed hard and closed his eyes, allowing his nose to guide him. Jimin stayed incredibly still for him, so patient, letting Jungkook move at his own pace.

Being this close presented Jungkook with the opportunity to absorb more of Jimin than ever before. Despite this, the reigns on his sanity felt more stable now, more secure. No longer driven by his frustration. Perhaps it was the result of his brain no longer battling with his alpha, or maybe it was just the result of finally indulging his burning curiosity.

When the tip of Jungkook’s nose made contact with Jimin's scent gland, the omega hummed, head falling further to the side, displaying himself in a more vulnerable position. The grip Jungkook held on Jimin’s arms loosened, his focus now solely consumed by the omega’s throat. Jimin’s scent was sharper here, no longer diluted by the surrounding environment. Rich nectar, almost candy-like, blanketed in bright florals.

His nose pressed even closer, he inhaled deeper in search of the hidden nuttiness that he knew was buried beneath the hypnotic sweetness. When he finally found the almond scent, he shuddered. It was intoxicating, pleasure rumbling throughout his body, strong enough to rattle his vocal chords.

Jimin noticed immediately. “Did you just... purr?”

Jungkook cringed. He could easily visualize the grin on Jimin's mouth growing wider. “Shut up,” Jungkook whispered, nuzzling deeper into Jimin’s warm skin.

Parting his lips with his mouth so close to Jimin's throat was a mistake, his scent being drawn into Jungkook’s mouth when he inhaled. Enraptured with the way his body could absorb the omega’s essence in this new way made Jungkook open his mouth wider, inhaling deeper as if his taste buds could pick up on any subtle notes of Jimin’s scent that his nose might have missed.

The candy-like sweetness was powerful and bold, and it left Jungkook insatiable. His senses went into overdrive as everything else melted away. The only thing Jungkook felt was Jimin.

The taste of honey-dipped roses was interrupted by a quiet moan. His senses shifted gears, picking up on a softness in Jimin's voice that he had never heard before. Drawn by the sound, Jungkook pulled away from Jimin’s throat, his curious eyes searching Jimin's face.

Jimin’s eyes were still closed, jaw slack, and the grin on his lips was gone. Jungkook glanced down at Jimin's neck again, horrified to see a pink blemish blooming on his skin, glossed in Jungkook's saliva. He hadn't even realized he had been sucking on his skin.

Embarrassed, Jungkook leaned further away and swallowed down the lingering flavor of Jimin left on his tongue. “Jimin?” he asked cautiously, praying he didn’t fuck this up and Jimin wouldn’t kick him out. “Are you okay? I'm sorry I—I didn't realize.”

Jimin's eyes fluttered open and Jungkook couldn’t tell if the reflection of gold in his eyes was from the setting sun peeking through the window or from something deeper.

“Jungkookie...” His name fell like a plea from Jimin's plush lips. Jungkook felt something pulling him closer, and he looked down to find Jimin’s hands fisted in his shirt, dragging him back in. “It’s okay.” The same words he said earlier. “You don't have to stop.”

Jungkook’s head spun, his mind wrestling with his wolf again. The alpha inside of him howled, begging to move back in, continue what he had started, but the other part of his brain was frozen in fear. “Jimin,'' he began, throat tightening around the words. “If I don't stop now, I don't know—”

“Isn't this what you want?” Jimin interrupted, and the defensiveness in his voice was sobering. Jimin's eyes watched Jungkook intensely, the hands clenched in his shirt stayed firm.

“Is this what you want?” Jungkook asked instead of answering, picking up on bitterness in Jimin’s scent. “I don’t… I don’t want to be more confused.”

Jimin straightened his head to look at Jungkook directly. “Do you know how frustrating it was for me to wait for this?”

“Hyung, what—”

“I waited so long for you to present,” Jimin cut him off. “I knew you were going to be an alpha. We all knew, it was obvious. And I thought when it finally happened you would stop acting so shy and awkward around me. I thought it would mature you, but instead you avoided me entirely. Like I was poisonous to you.”

“I never meant to. I was just scared.”

“I know,” Jimin replied, his voice softening. He released his grip on Jungkook's shirt and raised one hand to push some of Jungkook's hair out of his eyes. “But you don't have to be scared. I want this too, Jungkook. I don't want you to feel like you have to hide or deprive yourself because you think you're protecting me or the group. What you feel is natural, and I feel it, too.”

Jimin’s scent blossomed back into the sweet fragrance Jungkook was familiar with. He inhaled deeply, letting the aroma calm him. “I thought it would make you uncomfortable. I didn't want to push my feelings on you. Make you feel obligated to console me.”

Jimin smiled, wide and lovely, his face scrunching into the same cute expression Jungkook adored. “You're so silly, Jungkookie.'' His hand glided down the side of Jungkook’s face, his fingertips tracing across his jaw, tilting Jungkook's head up. “I don't feel obligated to do anything. I was waiting for you to be comfortable enough to initiate something.”

“That was stupid,” Jungkook mumbled.

Jimin giggled. “Maybe. But I was afraid it would have freaked you out if I had tried to kiss you every time I caught you staring at me.”

Jungkooks brain stopped. “You wanted to kiss me?” he asked, dumbstruck.

Jimin hummed. “Yeah.” His hand had fallen to Jungkook's neck, and his thumb reached out to lazily brush against Jungkook's scent gland. Jungkook trembled. “I know you wanted to kiss me, too.”

Jungkook rolled his shoulders in an unsuccessful attempt to shake Jimin’s hand from his neck, shying away from the touch. “I didn't want to freak you out.”

“You didn't then. And you don't now,” Jimin said calmly, his palm warm and familiar against Jungkook’s neck.

Jungkook wondered if he had always been so transparent. It made him question how Jimin managed to be so patient with him, waiting for Jungkook to feel comfortable even if it frustrated him. But Jimin had to understand where he was coming from, didn't he? Regardless of the situation, this was a dangerous game they were playing. A line that once it’s crossed, there is no going back.

Lips pressed gently against this forehead, lingering, and Jimin's floral scent surrounded him. He closed his eyes, savoring the way Jimin’s lips felt against his skin, like he wasn't trying to initiate anything further, just a physical way to show Jungkook that he cherished him. Jimin’s lips moved to his cheek, delicate and tender, and Jungkook’s body filled with warmth. “Can I kiss you?” Jimin asked, his lips brushing the skin of Jungkook's cheek.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open and he nodded eagerly, it incited another giggle from Jimin. It almost made Jungkook ache, how beautiful Jimin was. The way his smile reached his eyes, and his cheeks tinted the same soft pink as the tips of his fingers. He noticed an ache in his own cheeks and realized he must have been smiling, too.

Jimin angled Jungkook's head closer and butterflies erupted in his stomach. It seemed too good to be true, like being offered the forbidden fruit of his fantasies. But this was Jimin, and the pulse of Jimin's body under his touch proved this wasn't a fantasy. He was real, hot, solid and breathing. Jungkook always imagined himself terrified if he ever ended up in this situation, but surprisingly he wasn't.

Jimin brought his lips to meet Jungkook’s, slow and gentle. There was confidence in every move, each one carefully calculated, and Jungkook could feel it in the precise way Jimin slid their lips together. As Jungkook eased into the kiss, Jimin tilted his head to move in closer, feeding Jungkook with the perfect amount of touch and taste.

The fact that Jungkook’s instincts hadn’t gone berserk was nothing short of a miracle. Jungkook was surprised his wolf hadn't taken over his mind entirely, pushed him to the point where he would feel the need to entirely devour the omega. Maybe the effect Jimin had on him, his ability to ground Jungkook, keep him focused, kept him from getting lost in the moment.

Something soft and wet slid across his bottom lip, and Jungkook’s eyes snapped open, a possessive growl rumbling its way out of his throat.

Jimin tasted even more intoxicating than his scent, consuming him was more intense, hypnotic. Jimin's tongue was long, Jungkook noticed, as the omega shamelessly licked into his mouth. Jungkook wasn’t sure how to keep up. He wanted to taste Jimin just as eagerly but didn’t want to interrupt Jimin's movements. Instead, Jungkook tilted his head further, his eyes falling shut again and he let Jimin take the lead. He felt Jimin swipe his tongue against the inside of his cheek, coaxing a moan from his throat.

Jimin's tongue retreated and Jungkook could feel the way his lips pulled into a smile while still pressed against his own. “You taste good,” Jimin whispered to him. Jungkook swallowed.

Jimin leaned in again, his hand tangled into the hair on the back of Jungkook's head, pulling more possessively. Their lips slid back together like they belonged there, two halves of one whole finally connected. Jungkook wanted to assert himself more this time, so he leaned forward in an attempt to deepen the kiss. He wanted to test how far he could push himself before falling apart completely in Jimin’s arms. A moan from Jimin broke their kiss, the soft, raspy sound spilling into Jungkook's wet mouth so deep Jungkook could feel the lingering vibrations from it.

It encouraged Jungkook, excited him in a way the initial press of their lips didn't. He pulled Jimin's full bottom lip between his own and pressed his teeth down against it.

The playful bite drew another moan from the omega, this time it was louder, deeper. A sound Jungkook had never heard Jimin make before. It distracted him, the kiss slipping from his control as his mouth clashed against Jimin’s, messy and desperate. Even in the rawness, there was tenderness, and Jimin’s hand continued to stroke the back of Jungkook’s head and hold him close. Jimin wasted no time reviving the lazy kiss, and he nipped back against Jungkook's lips.

Jungkook could hardly remember to breathe, entirely enraptured in this moment. He panted heavily into Jimin's mouth every time the contact broke, and he quickly chased the divine, silken feeling of Jimin’s tongue.

Then Jimin became heavy in his arms, and he realized Jimin was leaning back, pulling Jungkook down on top of him. The sudden change of position caught Jungkook off guard, and he quickly tried to adjust his lower body and prop himself up on his arms so he wouldn't completely crush the omega beneath him. “Jimin,” he said quietly, unsure.

Jimin stroked his cheek and Jungkook just stared down at him, taking in the stunning expression on his face: his hooded eyes, swollen lips, and the way his cheeks were flushed red like he had a fever.

Jimin's eyes were glued to Jungkook's lips, and it made Jungkook conscious of the cooling wetness on them. Jimin’s thumb wiped over them, gathering the saliva on his thumb then pushing the finger into Jungkook's mouth.

Jungkook was shocked by his boldness, the intrusion in his mouth feeling more lewd than Jimin's tongue. He hesitantly closed his lips around Jimin's thumb and sucked it further into his mouth. If he wasn't so consumed by how breathtaking Jimin was, and how willing he was to push their intimacy further, he would have felt awkward like this. Instead, he wanted to prove to Jimin that he was a worthy partner, that he wasn't afraid to please.

Jimin’s lips parted in awe, then pulled the thumb from Jungkook's mouth and brought it to his own, sliding it into his mouth to lick the wetness from it.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed, chest heaving.

Jimin's eyes then turned upwards, creasing into crescents as he smiled around his thumb. “Do you like kissing me, Jungkookie?”

Jungkook swallowed. “Don't tease me.”

Jimin reached his arms out, wrapping them around Jungkook’s shoulders and pressing their bodies closer. “I'm a good kisser, aren't I?” His voice made the hair on the back of Jungkook's neck stand up.

“Hyung—” was all he could manage, voice coming out as just a whisper.

Luckily, Jimin didn't wait for an answer. He lifted his head up to press their lips together again, and Jungkook let out a grateful sigh.

Being with Jimin was intimidating. While this was a moment that played out in his fantasies multiple times, experiencing it felt completely different. Jimin didn't show any signs of doubt or hesitation in the way he kissed Jungkook, like he knew how to dig through Jungkook's skin and stroke his alpha directly.

It wasn't the same for Jungkook. He felt like he was following Jimin's lead, trying not to let his frequent whimpers and moans embarrass himself. And that was not a part of his fantasies. It felt backwards, like he should be the one driving Jimin wild, the one taking the lead and making Jimin purr. He definitely wanted this, wanted to go further, but he didn’t know what to do.

He didn’t know the way Jimin liked to be touched, and interrupting to ask seemed terrifying. Instead, Jungkook kept his hands on the mattress, using his elbows to support his weight, fists clenching and unclenching in the sheets.

Jimin didn't seem to notice his unease. He moved his lips across Jungkook's jaw, leaving a trail of kisses down the alpha’s face. Jungkook let Jimin ravish his neck, eyes closed as he scented the fragrant air around him. The nutty warmth of Jimin's scent had grown more prevalent.

His body stiffened, his muscles tightening when Jimin's tongue licked dangerously close to his scent gland. Jungkook clenched the sheets tighter in his fists. “Alpha,” Jimin panted, his breath hot as he nipped at the delicate skin of Jungkook's throat.

Jungkook fought the urge to cringe at the title. How had he gotten himself into this? He never dared to imagine that he would actually have Jimin trembling beneath him, but here he was, and Jungkook had no clue how to alleviate the burn inside of him. He leaned his head closer to Jimin, pressing the skin of his cheek to his heated forehead, in a pathetic attempt to offer some sort of contact, comfort, but he knew it wasn't enough.

Jimin pulled Jungkook in tighter, restless and fidgety, stretching the fabric of his shirt. His hips lifted off the mattress, pressing up against Jungkook's crotch. “Touch me,” he begged.

Jungkook's eyes snapped open, his mind short-circuiting. Jimin was staring up at him expectantly. There was a subtle twitch in his eyes as they flickered back and forth from Jungkook's eyes to his lips. “Please,” Jimin breathed, his skin glistening. The sound brought Jungkook back to reality and he lowered his hips cautiously, searching Jimin’s eyes for reassurance. Jimin’s body rolled to meet him like a wave, grinding against the alpha eagerly. Even between their layers of clothes, the press of their bodies sent jolts of electricity up Jungkook's spine.

“Jimin,” Jungkook managed, cringing at the shakiness of his own voice “I—don't know—”

Jimin relaxed his arms around Jungkook's neck, lifting his hands to smooth over the alpha’s face. “It's okay,” he answered softly. “Relax.”

Jungkook inhaled deeply, attempting to calm himself. Jimin’s lips found his again, kissing him softer now. “Do you feel good?”

Jungkook nodded, too focused on the lingering feeling of Jimin’s lips to reply.

Jimin looked into his eyes, brushing the hair from Jungkook's forehead. “Does this feel good?” Jungkook nodded again and Jimin smiled. “Then just do what feels good. Don't be afraid. I want you to touch me.”

Just do what feels good.

Okay. He could try.

This time, Jungkook closed the gap between them, leaning in to kiss Jimin’s lips. Jimin’s thumb continued to stroke his face, soft and slow, gently coaxing away Jungkook's nerves. He lowered his hips again, this time more purposefully, fully grinding against Jimin.

Jimin had to be able to feel how hard he was, but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed. Not while Jimin was gasping under him, rolling his hips in perfect rhythm with Jungkook’s, still cradling his face like he was tethering him to earth.

And Christ, did he need that. Jungkook could feel himself getting close already, pleasure tightening in his groin. He didn’t exactly want to come in his underwear, but they hadn’t talked this out. Did Jimin expect him to keep going? Or was he supposed to stop before he even finished? This was still so new, so fragile. They’d hardly spoken in weeks; maybe he was moving too fast, Jimin couldn’t possibly want more from him—not yet.

Could he?

Experimentally, Jungkook moved one of his hands to Jimin's waist, slipping under the edge of his shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. His hand followed the subtle protrusion of Jimin's hipbone and up the side of his body, stopping at the narrowest point and gently squeezing the flesh there.

He couldn’t believe how small Jimin's body felt in his hand, how delicate he was. Jimin was obviously smaller than him, but feeling the evidence of it in his hand made his throat tighten. Jimin squirmed under the touch, which only encouraged Jungkook. He squeezed his small waist again before pushing his hand up higher, feeling the outline of his ribs, the way they expanded and contracted with every breath.

Jimin pulled away from Jungkook’s lips with a knowing look, bringing his hands to the hem of his own shirt and pulling it up and over his head in one smooth moment. It was graceful and Jungkook should have expected as much.

Jungkook propped himself up higher to have a better look at Jimin's exposed chest. Jimin showed no evidence of shyness, his hands falling to Jungkooks shoulders with a smile on his face.

Jugnkook had seen Jimin's naked body countless times, but this was different. Now he had the opportunity to shamelessly stare, to drink in Jimin's physical appearance and study every detail.

The near flawless expanse of skin of his chest, paler here than anywhere else on his body. He was muscular, but not in the way Jungkook was. There were no hard edges to him, only refined curves and lines. Jungkook reached forward, just to prove to himself that Jimin was real.

Jungkook’s hand settled on the center of Jimin’s chest, waiting patiently until he could feel his heartbeat. He pressed firmer, began to gently massage the skin there, mesmerized by the way Jimin's flesh stretched and creased as he manipulated it.

Jimin hummed contently while drawing lazy circles with his fingertips across Jungkook's shoulder blades. Jungkook's hands traveled further up Jimin's chest until his thumb swiped curiously over one of Jimin's nipples. His nipples were darker than his own, larger, and apparently more sensitive too, given the way Jimin drew his bottom lip into his mouth to stifle a whine when Jungkook touched them.

Jungkook rubbed his thumb across the sensitive nub again, surprised at how erect it grew under the attention. He wondered how Jimin would react if he was licked here. Jungkook swallowed nervously. Was that weird? Did omegas even like having their nipples sucked or was that just a myth?

He leaned down to kiss at the base at Jimin's neck, and another satisfied hum rumbled in the omega’s throat. Jimin tilted his neck to the side in offering, but Jungkook kissed a trail away from the enticing stretch of skin.

His lips settled instead on Jimin's collarbone, sucking on the skin there. A bitter saltiness had begun to mix with the sweet taste of Jimin's flesh, but there was something addictive about it, about tasting Jimin’s physical reaction to his touch. Jungkook kissed and sucked his way lower down Jimin's chest, pausing to suck on a particular area where Jimin's heartbeat was most noticeable.

His eyes glanced up to Jimin's face as he moved closer to his nipple, searching for any signs of discomfort. But Jimin just looked blissful, his eyes shut and lips parted as he breathed steadily. His hands were still resting on Jungkook’s shoulders, but somewhere along the way they had stopped moving, his fingertips pressing firmly into Jungkook’s skin.

Jimin seemed comfortable with the way Jungkook was touching him, angling his spine slightly as if to guide Jungkook’s mouth closer, and maybe… maybe this was okay. He lowered his head slowly and carefully lapped his tongue across the perked nipple, eyes watching Jimin's face for a reaction.

Jimin’s eyes squeezed shut tighter, his back arched to push his chest closer to Jungkook’s face. Jungkook took that as a good sign and closed his mouth fully around the nub, letting his tongue trace over the sensitive skin, feeling the texture difference here compared to the rest of his chest. Jimin whimpered when Jungkook sucked him into his mouth, the grip he kept on Jungkook's shoulders tightening. A low purr rumbled in the back of Jungkook’s throat, delighted by the reaction.

He moved to the other side of Jimin’s chest, taking the other nipple into his mouth and sucking until it was just as perked and wet as the first. Jimin’s nails dragged against Jungkook's skin, soft whines escaping his parted lips. Jungkook wanted to see how worked up Jimin could get just from this, wanted to see if he could draw something deeper from Jimin than those soft little whines, something more unrestrained, animalistic. He sucked harder, grazing his teeth against Jimin's skin, and brought the nub between his teeth, biting down and pulling the skin further into his mouth.

“Ah! Jungkook!” Jimin hissed suddenly, his nails digging painfully into the muscles of Jungkook's back. Jungkook released Jimin's skin immediately, head shooting up to stare at the omega in concern. “Too rough. Be gentle,” Jimin warned as he caught his breath.

“Sorry…” Jungkook mumbled nervously, so stupidly eager to please that he got carried away.

“It’s okay,'' Jimin said, the smile returning to his face. One of his hands moved up to card through Jungkook's hair. “I liked that, it felt nice.”

Jungkook smiled back at him. “Yeah?” he asked before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the reddened nipple.

Jimin giggled, the smile on his face widening. “You're so cute.” His hand moved down to Jungkook's shoulders again, this time pulling at his shirt. “Maybe we should take your shirt off, too.”

Jungkook wasted no time shedding his shirt. He was fully prepared to lose the rest of his clothes as well, but he didn’t want to rush this. He couldn’t risk embarrassing himself to the point where Jimin didn’t find it charming any longer.

“You've gotten so big, alpha,” Jimin murmured, reaching out to touch Jungkook's exposed chest. Being referred to as ‘alpha’ still felt strange, like Jimin was teasing him with it. It was hard to believe Jimin could really see him this way. But Jimin was tracing his fingers over his chest slowly, reverently, his lips parted in awe and his face flushed pink. The mischievous glint in his eyes that Jungkook was so familiar with was replaced with a lust-filled haze.

“You don't have to call me that,” Jungkook said, sitting back on his knees, still straddling Jimin's lap. Hands continued to wander across Jungkook's skin, and he watched the way Jimin seemed to compare the size of his palm to his pecs.

“What would you like me to call you?” Jimin asked, eyes still glued to Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook chewed on his lip, feeling his ears heat up. “Just whatever you want.”

“But I want to call you alpha.” Jimin's eyes found Jungkook’s, dark and hungry. Jungkook swallowed hard, stifling the embarrassing purr he felt rumbling inside him.

There was a tension between them, the air charged with expectation. Jungkook could almost feel the sparks between them, the intensity of Jimin’s gaze so strong that he almost wanted to look away. Then, with only a telling smirk as warning, Jimin pinched one of Jungkook's nipples hard between his fingers. Jungkook jerked back, yelping in surprise. “Hey!”

Jimin just laughed, loud and cheerful. Jungkook rolled his eyes and pushed himself up on his knees, breaking the contact between them as he moved to sit beside him on the bed. Jimin reached for him, entwining their fingers as if they had been doing this for years. “I’m sorry. I’ll behave.”

Jungkook squeezed Jimin's hand, deciding to lean in to kiss him again. The kiss wasn't as heated as their previous one, but it still made Jungkook’s lips tingle. “You make me so nervous.”

Jimin leaned back to search Jungkook’s face. “You make me nervous, too.”

Jungkook lifted his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”

Jimin bit his lip and nodded, and Jungkook couldn't help but find the expression adorable. He felt his eyes soften, and he moved in to kiss Jimin's pink lips again. “I like you so much, hyung. I dream about you.''

Jimin smiled. “I dream about you, too.” He looped his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders again and pulled him closer. “I've dreamed about you kissing me”—their lips briefly connected again—“holding me”—another kiss—“knotting me.”

Jungkook’s mouth gaped, and when Jimin brought his lips back in for another kiss it was clumsy and messy. That didn’t seem to discourage Jimin, since his tongue shamelessly dipped into the alpha’s mouth while Jungkook processed what Jimin had just said to him.

The hand that was holding onto Jimin’s hip tightened, and a new wave of excitement flooded Jungkook’s body. He leaned in closer, deepening the kiss, his mouth clashing hungrily against Jimin’s.

Jimin moaned into the kiss and a hand moved up to pull at Jungkook’s hair. Jimin’s scent was heavy in the air now, in Jungkook’s nose, in his chest, clouding his mind. It no longer mattered if he was nervous or clueless. Jimin was kissing him and he was going to make this good for him.

Then the hand in his hair was gone and Jimin was leaning away. Jungkook nearly whimpered at the loss and blindly moved to try to follow him, to keep their bodies as close as possible, but stopped when he noticed Jimin was loosening the drawstring of his pants.

Jungkook froze, watching as Jimin worked on the waistband. Time started moving slower, crawling by as Jungkook's mouth watered. He wanted to reach forward, move things along faster, tear the offending clothing from Jimin's body, but he was finding it surprisingly difficult to get his arms to function. He stayed frozen, watching Jimin’s hands work as desire burned like embers in his stomach.

Jimin’s hands worked effortlessly, not fumbling once as he undid the knot of his sweats and pushed the pants off his hips, his underwear sliding down with them. Jungkook held his breath as his eyes followed down the defined V of Jimin's muscles, the appetizing trail of dark hair beginning beneath his navel growing thicker as it was revealed inch by agonizing inch.

Finally the excitement built up enough inside Jungkook to get his limbs working again, he reached out to assist, tugging the clothes further down Jimin’s thighs. Jimin sat up to free his ankles, throwing both articles of clothing aside before lying back on the mattress.

Jungkook pushed himself up to get a better look at the bare man lying next to him. And holy shit—Park Jimin was laid out naked next to him. Jungkook’s eyes greedily followed up the lines of Jimin's body: His full, muscular thighs, pronounced hip bones, and the way his waist dipped in, something that almost seemed unnatural for a male body. He was perfect.

It didn’t seem polite to stare directly at Jimin’s cock, but how could he not? It was right there, hard and flushed pink against Jimin's flat abdomen.

Jungkook swallowed, wondering if omegas liked blowjobs.

Jimin’s body wasn't entirely foreign to him, but Jimin had stopped changing with everyone else in their dressing rooms after he presented. This was the first time Jungkook was seeing him as a fully-fledged omega, and it felt much different. Like he was given the rare opportunity to stare at something thousands of others desired but would never see. It felt intimate and exhilarating.

This was also the first time Jungkook had ever seen a naked omega in real life, and it was nothing like the oversexualized image of omegas portrayed in the internet porn Jungkook was more familiar with. While there was still a daintiness to Jimin, his body was still strong and masculine. He had body hair, a dark patch of it growing around his crotch, and his dick was average-sized, not tiny and insignificant like porn made them seem.

Although Jimin had not hesitated when stripping himself, he seemed shy now. His legs were pressed tightly together, knees bent and closed, a faint shift in his scent. Jungkook tore his stare away from Jimin’s crotch to meet his eyes again, leaning in closer.

Jimin’s hands reached for Jungkook’s hair again as Jungkook nestled into his neck, curling his fingers through the strands just tight enough to sting. Jungkook brushed his nose against the scent gland there, pressing gentle kisses to Jimin's hot skin and drawing out a sweeter, honey aroma.

Jungkook’s hands moved across Jimin's body, gliding down and over his hips. Jungkook kept his touches light, focusing more on the omega’s neck, and the soft sounds Jimin made in Jungkook's ear intensified the burn inside him. He slid his hand inwards, over the dip of Jimin’s hips, his fingers trailing through the short, coarse hair there until they found the base of Jimin’s cock.

Jimin whimpered, shifting against the mattress, as Jungkook wrapped his fingers around him. Jungkook nipped at Jimin’s neck and pressed a wet kiss to his scent gland as he gave him a gentle stroke, testing the uncharted territory. Jimin groaned, loud and deep, and Jungkook was too excited to hide the smile he felt tugging at his lips.

Jimin’s cock was hot and heavy in his palm, and he tried to keep his strokes gentle. He watched Jimin’s face as he moved his hand, carefully piecing together the things he seemed to like, the things that made him gasp or caused his eyelids to flutter. Jungkook thought about the way he preferred his hand to be wet when he did this, so he pulled his hand away momentarily and tried to ignore the whimper of protest that came from Jimin. He quickly spat on his palm before placing it back on Jimin.

Jimin gasped sharply, his hips jerking against Jungkook’s hand as his scent spiked. “Jungkook, please—”

Jungkook tightened his grip, pumping his fist a little faster, fully prepared to make Jimin come just from this if it meant that he would be able to hear the sounds Jimin would make, smell his scent richen.

“What do you need, baby?” Jungkook didn't know where the pet name came from, Jimin’s pheromones making him dizzy. Jimin groaned again, pulling tighter at Jungkook's hair. Jungkook lifted his head to kiss Jimin’s lips. “Tell me, Jimin.”

Jimin pulled away from Jungkook, glancing down in between his legs where Jungkook still held his cock tightly in his fist. Jungkook kept his eyes on Jimin’s face, slowly sliding his thumb over the head of Jimin’s cock and smearing the precome that had gathered there. He wanted to hear Jimin moan, to see his face flush pink, but Jimin went tense instead, shaking his head.

Jungkook slowed the movements of his fist. “No? You want something else?”

Jimin’s eyes searched Jungkook’s desperately, then he nodded. “Please.” Jimin spoke so softly that Jungkook was surprised his ears picked up the sound.

Jimin slowly parted his knees and let his legs fall open, his scent filling the air more intensely, and a low growl rumbled inside of Jungkook. He released Jimin's cock and sat up, drawn to the newly exposed flesh.

He kneeled between Jimin's legs, his heart pounding in his chest. The delicate skin on the inside of Jimin’s thighs was rosy and pink. Jungkook greedily drank in the sight, narrowing in at the opening between Jimin’s spread legs, wet and oozing with slick. It felt intrusive to stare at Jimin with him spread out in such a vulnerable position, but it made Jungkook’s mouth water nonetheless.

He suddenly realized how tight and restricting his pants had become, grinding against him like sandpaper, but it didn’t matter. He couldn't be bothered with stripping himself now, too fascinated by the way Jimin's scent and essence seemed to originate here. The threads of his sanity began to unravel, like he was on the verge of going feral. The desire to claim and breed burning deep in his gut.

He reached out curiously, touching the wetness on Jimin's thigh and smearing the slick around the soft, pale skin, mesmerized by the texture of it. It wasn't wet like water or oil—it was slimy and stretchy but thin and clear, clinging to his fingers like warm honey. Jimin’s body trembled under his touch but he just watched, quiet and patient, as Jungkook continued exploring, touching closer and closer to Jimin's leaking hole.

Jimin gasped when Jungkook pressed the flat edge of his thumb against his puckered opening, and his hips tilted back, his legs falling open even wider, giving Jungkook more room. Jungkook could feel the muscle pulse under the pressure of his touch, clenching around nothing.

Jungkook swallowed heavily and paused, waiting to see if Jimin would change his mind or stop him. But Jimin only nodded, relaxing against the sheets, and Jungkook rubbed his thumb gently up and down against the wet skin before he replaced it with his index finger. Encouraged by the soft whimper that slipped past Jimin’s lips. Jungkook coated the finger generously in Jimin's warm slick before pressing against the opening, and his finger easily slipped inside.

While Jungkook might have the same basic anatomy as Jimin, and might have fingered his own ass before out of curiosity, this was extremely different. Jimin’s body willingly accepted the intrusion without any resistance or an uncomfortable drag of skin. Jimin’s opening had an inviting give to it, the complete opposite of his own.

Jimin groaned beneath him, fisting at the sheets. Jungkook could feel Jimin's body pulse around his finger, trying to drag him deeper. Once Jungkook’s finger was halfway nestled inside of Jimin, he paused, flickering his eyes up to look at Jimin’s face.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

Jimin nodded quickly, another broken “please” spilling from his mouth.

Jungkook looked back down, carefully pressing his finger in farther, in awe of the velvety wetness inside of the omega, the way Jimin’s body molded perfectly around his finger and seemed to almost suck it in deeper. It made Jungkook's cock throb painfully.

He drew his finger back slightly, pulling out halfway before pushing it in again. He twisted his hand, drawing more slick from Jimin, leaking from his opening and dripping off Jungkook's finger when he pulled it back out. Jungkook held Jimin’s thigh down with his free hand, making sure his legs stayed spread while he continued working him open.

“Can you take another?” Jungkook asked.

“I can take three,” Jimin replied.

“Christ.” Jungkook pushed a second finger against Jimin’s opening and it easily slipped inside next to the first. Jimin hummed, his eyes falling shut and head tilted back. There was a soft rumbling from his chest—a purr, Jungkook realized, warmth sparking inside him. It was achingly cute in a way that made Jungkook want to melt, but he also felt an unfamiliar swell of pride—like the alpha inside him was delighted to have earned such a soft sound from his omega.

Whoa.

His omega? Where did that come from?

Jungkook shook the thought from his mind and returned his attention to his fingers. He moved them faster now, trying to reach deeper inside Jimin to learn every texture and curve of his hot, wet flesh. He turned his hand over, palm up, and curled his fingers, dragging them out and hooking on his rim.

Jimin whined, hips lifting from the bed, following Jungkook's touch. “Fuck, Kookie—” He sounded wrecked, breathless, and Jungkook couldn't take it any longer. He pulled his fingers out, ignoring Jimin's cry of protest, and began fumbling with his own pants, desperate to free his own throbbing cock.

His wet fingers slipped against the zipper and he huffed in annoyance, about to give up and rip the fabric until another pair of hands shoved his away.

“Relax alpha, I'm not going anywhere,” Jimin said smoothly. He sat up and worked Jungkook’s zipper down with hands that were surprisingly steady.

Jungkook couldn't help but lean in closer with Jimin’s throat in close proximity again, his nose filled with Jimin's scent, now rich and musky, echoing the scent from between his legs. Jungkook barely brushed his nose against Jimin’s neck when Jimin giggled and nudged him away. “Down, boy.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook mumbled insincerely, the hypnotic aroma of Jimin’s throat kept him in place until the feeling of Jimin’s hand reaching into his pants and wrapping around his cock drew him from his trance.

Jimin's hand on his dick made Jungkook’s breath hitch. Jimin wasn't shy; he wrapped his petite fingers around Jungkook's girth and began moving his hand up and down in firm, confident strokes. “Wow. You really did grow up, didn't you?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook warned, hands finding the omega’s forearms and gripping them tightly. Jimin’s strokes never faulted, working so expertly on Jungkook that it almost made him feel insecure.

Almost.

The feeling of Jimin’s hand giving him attention where he needed it most created a rush of relief that washed over him. His hips started to rock in rhythm with Jimin's fist, his eyes falling closed as his mind went blank with pleasure.

But the feeling was gone just as quickly as it started. Jimin released him and fell back into his previous position, knees bent and legs spread wide on either side of Jungkook. “Hurry up, finish taking your pants off before I dry up.”

Jungkook shoved his pants off as if they burned, tossing them aside as the cool air of the room soothed his skin.

He turned, kneeling between Jimin’s open legs, frozen in terror. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? He had never put his dick in anything before besides his fist and this seemed like a big jump from that. It felt like every functioning brain cell he possessed suddenly died.

As if Jimin could sense his sudden apprehension, his leg pulled in and rubbed against Jungkook’s, slow and comforting. When their eyes met, Jimin smiled softly. “You stare a lot.”

Jungkook shook his head, his face hot. “Sorry, I just...” he started, unsure how to confess his virginity to someone spread naked in front of him.

“Should I turn over?” Jimin asked.

“No!” Jungkook answered quickly, reaching out to hold Jimins legs in place. “I mean, I want you like this. Is that okay? It won't hurt if you're on your back, will it?” he asked, hoping that Jimin wouldn't catch the nervous tremble of his voice.

“No, it won't hurt, Jungkookie. It will be okay,'' Jimin answered quietly, eyes watching Jungkook's carefully.

Jungkook nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay,” he said, shifting his body slightly closer. “It's just”—Jesus—“I’ve never—”

“I know,'' Jimin interrupted, and Jungkook let out a relieved breath. “It's okay,” Jimin continued, a gentle smile forming on his lips. “We don't have to do this. We can stop.”

Jungkooks squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head again. “I don't want to stop.” His voice was firm. “I just don’t—fuck. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Jimin reached down, laying his hand over Jungkook's where it still rested on his leg, stroking it gently with his thumb. “I won't be disappointed. I promise. I've wanted you for so long, I know you will make me feel good.”

Jungkook's eyes found his. “How can you be sure?”

“Because you always make me feel good. I trust you. Entirely.”

Jungkook smiled. He crawled over Jimin's body, caging him in with his arms on either side of his head. Jimin giggled, bright and happy, it was a sound Jungkook was so familiar with, and hearing it now reminded Jungkook that this was still Jimin, still his best friend, still someone that he loved. Jimin was smiling up at Jungkook and reaching to wrap his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders, pulling him in so their lips could meet again. And Jungkook couldn't believe he had waited so long for this.

“I trust you, too,” Jungkook mumbled against Jimin’s lips.

“Then fuck me, alpha. Please.

Jungkook couldn't hold back a laugh, rubbing his nose against Jimin's smaller one, feeling the way his face scrunched up in delight. “I should have expected you to be bossy in bed.”

“Hey.” Jimin pouted, tugging at one of Jungkook's earlobes teasingly. “I'm not bossy.”

Jungkook hummed and kissed him again, their lips sliding together easily. He felt hungry again, parting Jimin’s lips with his own tongue and he felt Jimin’s legs shift restlessly beneath him.

“Please,” Jimin whispered into Jungkook's mouth. His voice was ethereal, slicing through the silent air around them like a delicate knife. “I need you, alpha.”

Jungkook pressed his forehead to Jimin’s, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the thin layer of sweat coating his skin. “I’ll take care of you,” Jungkook promised.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the space between Jimin's eyes before sitting back on his knees. His eyes surveyed the omega’s body one more time, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, his stomach muscles clenching in fluid movements beneath his tautgolden skin, contracting with what Jungkook could only assume was anticipation.

His eyes fell to the opening between Jimin's legs again, the hole still wet and glistening. It looked so small now, with his dick fully hard in front of it. Jimin’s body easily accommodated his fingers, but would it be the same with this?

Jungkook hooked his hands under Jimin's thighs, pulling the omega’s body closer to his own, trying to visualize what the best angle for this would be. He rubbed his fingertips against the wet opening, coaxing more slick from it to coat his fingers with. Jimin lifted himself up on his elbows, watching curiously.

Jungkook brought his wet hand to his cock, lubricating himself in Jimin’s slick, and fuck, it drove him wild. He repeated the action, layering even more slick on himself until the slide of his fist over his cock was smooth and easy.

Jimin hummed and Jungkook swore he saw him lick his lips out of the corner of his eyes. He pulled Jimin in closer again, just to be sure they were close enough. Jimin grabbed his own knees to tilt his hips back further, like an offering, presenting himself to be taken.

Jungkook could hear Jimin's faint breathing, the sound of the sheets rustling beneath them. His hand was trembling on his cock and Jungkook was glad Jimin had given up on watching, his head now resting flat on the bed. Jungkook swallowed hard, then leaned forward to rub the tip of his cock against Jimin’s opening.

He was so fucking wet. Jungkook’s hips twitched impulsively, shoving his dick forward, only for the head of it to slip across the clenched opening, unable to catch on Jimin's rim. Jimin gasped, his thighs twitching in his grasp.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed out, his face burning. He took a moment to rub himself against the hot wetness before he tried again, holding his tip against Jimin as he pressed forward more firmly. This time his dick slipped in easily, Jimin's body swallowing the entire head of his cock.

God.

Jimin felt tighter now, hotter, wetter. Everything he felt with his fingers but intensified across hundreds more nerve endings. Like he was being engulfed by literal euphoria, and Jungkook wasn't sure if it was the actual physical experience of being inside Jimin or if it was just Jimin himself. But he knew, in this one instance, he was addicted.

“Shit,” Jimin whined, eyes squeezing shut.

“Does it hurt?” Jungkook asked. He watched Jimin’s face, the tension in his brows, the tightness of his lips—if this was hurting him at all, Jungkook didn’t want to continue no matter how good it felt.

Jimin exhaled slowly, and Jungkook was amazed that he could feel Jimin's body relax around his cock as he breathed. “No.” Jimin’s eyes fluttered open to look at Jungkook. “It's just big.”

It hardly registered as a compliment in Jungkook’s mind. All he could think about was Jimin’s comfort, how he would do anything to avoid hurting him. It was almost strange; he expected his instincts to drive him to breed and claim, but instead, he felt the overwhelming need to protect above anything else. To keep his omega pleased.

“Do you want me to pull out?” he asked hesitantly.

Jimin shook his head. “No, you can keep going.”

Jungkook nodded, eyes flickering down to where their bodies met. He carefully pushed himself in further, watching Jimin's pink rim expand around his cock as his body accepted the intrusion. It had to be the most erotic thing he ever witnessed, sweat beading across his forehead, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Jimin’s body pulsed with warmth from inside, Jungkook's cock engulfed in tight, silken wetness. His eyes rolled back when he bottomed out. “Holy shit—”

“Don't move,” Jimin said, voice airy.

Jungkook nodded obediently, moving his hands to hold the juncture where Jimin's thighs met his hips. Jimin’s chest heaved, head tilting back. The pause in their movement felt like it stretched on for hours. Jimin’s body flexed and shifted slightly beneath him and every move made it more challenging for Jungkook to remain still.

“Jimin,” Jungkook began, a hesitant warning.

Jimin shifted once more before relaxing his legs slightly and nodded. “Okay—fuck me.”

Jungkook would never get tired of hearing those words from Jimin. He kept his hold on Jimin's hips, holding himself steady as he slowly pulled back, and the drag of wet flesh was dizzying. He only paused for a moment before pushing back in, the squelch of slick audible in the silence, blending with Jimin’s low groan.

It was easy to find a slow, steady rhythm with his hips, savoring the feeling of Jimin’s muscles shifting, stretching to accommodate him, clinging tightly to his cock. The tension slowly drained from Jimin’s legs and he wrapped them around Jungkook. It was tender, gentle; more like a hug than anything else. It was like he wanted more than to be fucked—like he wanted to be held. Jungkook leaned in until his face hovered above Jimin’s, close enough for their noses to brush as their bodies moved together. Jimin’s arms wrapped around him, holding on. It was so similar to the way Jimin had always clung to him, but this felt brand new.

Their eyes met, and Jungkook smiled at him. “Hello.”

“Hi,” Jimin squeaked happily, eyes creasing with the smile growing on his face.

“You look sexy,” Jungkook said.

Jimin laughed, his legs tightening around Jungkook. “Thank you.”

Jungkook took the opportunity to kiss him, the steady thrusting of his hips never faltering. Although he had never done this before, it felt natural to move his body in time with Jimin’s, finding a pace that was satisfying for both of them.

It felt good, but Jimin’s lips whimpering against his own felt better.

As the kiss grew deeper, Jimin’s scent begant to shift. It seemed richer, more musky, pairing perfectly with his own to create something new: The scent of the two of them marking their territory.

Heat flared inside Jungkook and his hips worked faster, snapping harder against Jimin. Jimin’s lips slid against Jungkook’s, sloppy and frantic, soft staccato whines puffing against Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook growled, a deep rumbling in his chest working its way up through his throat.

Jimin’s legs tightened around his waist with surprising strength for an omega, the firm muscles almost restricting his movements. He growled again, more unrestrained. “Alpha, please,” Jimin begged, and Jungkook wasn't entirely sure what he was asking for but he would be damned if he didn’t attempt to give it to him.

He worked faster and harder until he felt the bed rocking, the headboard knocking into the wall. Something hot twisted low in his gut, followed by the familiar tightening in his balls, but it seemed different somehow, like everything below his waist had gotten heavier. Blood rushed into his cock, warm and thick, and then Jimin felt tighter.

Holy shit—he was knotting.

His thrusts faltered when he realized it, smashing clumsily against the omega, hands fisting tightly in the covers. He didn’t expect his body to react this strongly, to knot during his first fuck, but it was more intense than anything he had ever felt before. “I’m going to knot—Jimin, fuck—I can’t stop it—” His voice cracked, laced with both pleasure and fear.

“Please alpha, knot me,” Jimin begged breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut, arms pulling Jungkook even closer as if to keep him inside. “I want to feel your knot. I want it so fucking bad.”

Hearing Jimin speak that way just pushed him closer to the edge, as if all the blood in his head hadn't already drained to the lower half of his body. Jimin seemed to get tighter with every thrust, impossibly so, until Jungkook could feel his heartbeat pulsing against his length.

It was overwhelming, making him dizzy, and Jungkook couldn’t be sure if he was keeping up with some sort of rhythm or not. Not until the girth of his cock prevented him from pulling out any further, his knot swollen and locking their bodies together. He groaned, the sound coming out more like a broken whine.

“Yes, yes, alpha—claim me,” Jimin panted in his ear, and a deep, primal instinct almost made Jungkook bite his neck. He crashed his lips against Jimin’s mouth instead, biting at his bottom lip while he grinded against him, rutting into the tight heat until his senses were overloaded.

His stomach dropped like he was falling from the highest point of a roller coaster, chills rolling over his body, heat flaring under his skin as he came. The knot at the base of his dick seemed to swell even wider as his body pulsed in the aftershocks, his thrusts faltering, hips weak and exhausted. The orgasm seemed to consume his whole body, even the muscles in his thighs tightened and trembled, contracting from the intensity.

He dipped his head into Jimin's neck, inhaling the rich scent there, his lips pressed directly into Jimin's scent gland. The sweetness of him comforting, grounding him, and Jungkook sighed, lowering his body weight on top of Jimin and closing his eyes, basking in this momentary ecstasy. He was drenched in sweat but somehow still felt on fire.

“Jungkook,” Jimin whispered softly, shifting his hips.

“Hmm?” Jungkook hummed lazily, nuzzling at the omega’s neck.

Jimin rocked his hips, grinding hard against Jungkook’s swollen cock, making him hiss. “I wanna come,” Jimin whined.

“Oh,” Jungkook replied dumbly, embarrassment washing over him. “I'm sorry—I got distracted...”

Jimin laughed and combed his fingers in Jungkook’s damp hair. “Just toss me off and I'll forgive you.” He sounded so casual, like this was something they did all the time.

Jungkook shook his head to clear it and slowly pushed himself up, forcing his limp body to cooperate. He could feel Jimin's body clenching tight around his knot, squeezing at his overly sensitive cock. He whimpered, elbows trembling under his weight. “Fuck, Jimin—I think I’m still coming.” His face twisted as another shockwave pulsed through his body, spine curling as his abs contracted.

Jimin’s gentle fingers stroked his face, pushing Jungkook's fringe back off his forehead. “It's okay, that's normal,” he said, soft and patient. Jungkook groaned and pressed his face further into Jimin's warm touch, panting against his skin. He tried to focus on Jimin’s scent, his touch, but everything seemed so overwhelming to his oversensitive body, every touch sending another burst of pleasure shuddering through him.

Jimin continued to gently stroke Jungkook’s hair, soothing him with a patience that Jungkook envied. He gradually became aware of a soft sound filling the room and he closed his eyes, listening to the gentle melody. It was a song that Jungkook was unfamiliar with, but the sound was one that he knew intimately. Jungkook’s breathing steadied as Jimin continued to hum, the heated coil in his lower body slowly unwinding.

Jungkook leaned in for another kiss, reaching down between their sweaty bodies to take Jimin's throbbing cock in his hand. He should have let Jimin come sooner—should have made him come first—and he pumped his fist hard and fast.

Jimin’s gentle humming broke apart into gasps, the omega’s fist tightening in Jungkook's hair, his other hand digging into the skin of Jungkook's back. “Jungkookie,” he whined, face twisting with pleasure.

Jungkook kept his eyes open, watching every twitch of Jimin's eyebrows and every bead of sweat that dripped down his forehead. His fist tightened and Jimin’s lips parted wider, his breathing becoming quicker and more shallow.

Jungkook resisted kissing him again, afraid to block any of the sounds coming from his mouth, and the anticipation of hearing what Jimin would sound like when he came made his knot pulse again.

A particularly loud moan erupted from Jimin, his nails digging deeper into Jungkook's skin as his hips lifted and his back arched, trapping Jungkook's fist between their bodies. Jimin’s body squeezed tighter around his knot, and Jungkook groaned at the impossible sensation, squeezing Jimin’s cock in rhythmic pulses to make up for being unable to stroke him.

Something hot and wet spilled between them, dribbling over Jungkook's fist as Jimin came. The tension melted out of his face as his mouth gaped around a silent moan, and Jungkook wished he could photograph him. Capture his blissed-out expression on film so that he could keep it forever. The way his eyelids fluttered and his brows knitted together, he was breathtaking.

Then Jimin’s body shuddered like he was resuscitated from whatever otherworldly dimension his body had left to. “Fuck.” The word came out loud and harsh, his hands slipping from Jungkook's back and landing lifelessly on the bed. “Fuck.”

Jungkook carefully let go of Jimin’s cock and braced his hand on the mattress to keep himself from collapsing onto Jimin. “Was that okay?” he asked.

Jimin smiled, eyes sliding open to meet Jungkook’s. “Yes, Jungkook. You did good.”

Jungkook smiled back at him, leaning in to capture another kiss. It was chaste and short, the two of them still breathing too hard to kiss properly.

“So,” Jungkook began, “I'm kind of stuck.”

Jimin laughed. “Yeah, I kind of noticed.”

“How long—”

“Not too long. Maybe 15 minutes at most,” Jimin answered.

Jungkook nodded. He couldn’t quite meet Jimin’s eyes, a cold nervousness settling over him now that the heat of the moment had begun to dull. Fifteen minutes suddenly seemed like a lifetime, and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do.

“We can cuddle,” Jimin offered, one of his hands coming up to stroke Jungkook's back. “If you want.”

The tension melted away as quickly as it came and Jungkook smiled, lowering his body on top of Jimin’s. He tucked his head under Jimin's chin. “Is this okay?”

“It's very okay,” Jimin answered, rubbing lazy circles on Jungkook's back. “You did good, baby alpha.”

“Don't call me that,” Jungkook huffed, but couldn't stop the smile from growing on his face. “I really wasn't that bad?”

“You were perfect,” Jimin answered. “Just like I imagined you would be.”

“How often do you imagine me fucking you?” Jungkook teased, listening to the calming heartbeat in Jimin's chest.

“Every time I see you.”

“That's a lie.”

“How often do you imagine fucking me?”

Jungkook swallowed. “Every time I see you.”

Jimin laughed and nuzzled against Jungkook's hair. “Well, you don't have to imagine anymore.”

“Neither do you,” Jungkook replied.

Jimin started humming again, tracing patterns on Jungkook’s skin as their heartbeats slowed, a comfortable quiet falling over them. “No more hiding from me, okay?”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Jungkook felt like he could almost fall asleep like this, if Jimin would allow it. Even though they were sticky and wet, lying on dirty sheets, Jungkook couldn't imagine a more comfortable place to be.

✢✢✢

It was their first time in the dance studio since Jungkook and Jimin began—whatever it was that they were doing. Taehyung cornered Jungkook right away, offering to help him stretch his legs.

“So, congrats on popping your cherry,” Taehyung said as soon as they were alone, a mischievous grin pulling on his lips.

Jungkook's eyes widened, gaping up at Taehyung from where he was laying on the wooden floor.

What?” he hissed.

“You and Jiminie,” Taehyung replied simply, dropping Jungkook's leg and moving the stretch to the other one.

“He told you?” Jungkook whispered, his cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

“Of course. He tells me everything,” Taehyung answered, a smug grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Jugnkook pulled his leg from Taehyung's grip and switched positions to stretch on his own. He fought the urge to be irritated at Jimin—he should have known. And it's not like they could keep this hidden from the others forever. Even if they had been extra cautious of making sure they didn't reek of each other’s scents before arriving today.

“Don’t be upset.” Taehyung nudged him with his foot. “I'm relieved you two finally got together. I was getting tired of always smelling Jimin’s flowery scent.”

Jungkook cocked his head in Taehyung's direction, lifting his brow. “What do you mean?”

“You didn't realize?” Taehyung snorted. “He stopped taking his scent blockers after you presented. He would go on and on about how he was sure you wouldn't be able to resist him for very long.”

“He what?'' Jungkook asked, dumbfounded. He turned, his eyes seeking out Jimin on the other side of the studio. Jimin looked up at the same time, as if he knew exactly what Jungkook was thinking. He winked, then went back to warming up as if nothing had happened, reaching down to touch his toes. “That little shit.”

Taehyung laughed and patted Jungkook's back. “Looks like he was right.”

Jungkook shook his head, but couldn't help the smile that grew on his lips. “Yeah. He usually is.”