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“Jimin-ssi?” someone knocks on his door. “Boss wants to see you in his office.”
Jimin sighs. That could only mean one thing. As much as he hates himself for what he’s about to do, there’s a part of him that can’t get enough of it. That part of him is his omega. It is selfishly attracted to the alpha and doesn’t give a shit if they’re breaking any rules. Just the thought of what’s about to happen makes a thrill shoot up his spine.
~ 6 months ago ~
When Jimin applied for this job, he wasn’t even expecting to get called back for an interview. He just figured he’d shoot his shot and if he didn’t get hired, then that would be it. But he did. He got a call inviting him to the tallest building in Seoul to pass an interview to be hired at the most famous firm in Seoul, to work for one of the richest men in Seoul. He couldn’t believe his luck. Being an office secretary wasn’t even his life plan, but he would make enough money to make a comfortable living and more if he were to get hired at this place.
Stepping into the building, he immediately feels out of place. Everything seems to cost more than his rent alone. He is scared of touching anything, afraid a swipe of his finger along the desk would send everything careening to the floor, shattering into pieces along with his bank account and hope to get this job.
Against all odds, he does get the job. However, he hadn’t gotten the memo that he would be the CEO’s personal secretary. That sends him into a nervous frenzy. His first day at work is the most nerve wracking day of his life, but his coworkers are nice to him, which calms him down. He notices that the office is full of pretty people: maybe it’s a requirement, he thinks jokingly. He doesn’t get to meet the person he is working for until his fourth day of work.
“He mostly comes in when he wants since he’s the boss,” explains Seokjin, a friendly alpha and his cubicle neighbor, when Jimin questions him about the boss’ whereabouts. “He has his priorities set elsewhere. Let’s just say he’s not fond of keeping his office pants on. Or any pants on, for that matter, if you catch my drift,” he adds with a wink.
“That’s not very professional of him,” Jimin remarks, already having a bad impression of his boss.
“He doesn’t care about the business more than he has to. And his father covers any of his fuck ups so he does what he wants. I’m warning you though, don’t let him get into your pretty head. He has a type,” Seokjin says, cryptically, delicately moving a strand of hair out of Jimin’s face.
The first time Jimin meets his boss, a tall and very handsome alpha, he understands Seokjin’s words. When he lays his eyes on Jimin, he rakes up and down his body, meeting his gaze at the end. He nods as if approving of him and leans against his desk. Jimin struggles to not let any apprehension show, successfully managing to keep a straight face.
“What’s your name?” his boss asks, gaze piercing.
“Park Jimin,” he answers, bowing.
“Park Jimin. Pretty name for a pretty face,” he smirks.
Jimin tries hard not to blush because he doesn’t want to show this man that he’s affecting him. But he also feels a bit out of the loop because he has a hard time believing his boss just sized him up and called him pretty. This doesn’t happen. This shouldn’t happen. It’s unethical or something. He shakes his head to clear his thoughts and mumbles a soft thank you.
“And he’s cute,” he chuckles, as if he was talking to himself.
“What can I do for you, Taehyung-sajangnim?” He tries to diverge the subject.
“Oh, you can do a lot of things for me, Jimin,” he answers, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. The way his name rolls off his tongue is like honey and Jimin can’t help but like the way it sounds. “Maybe later. You can start by sorting through my emails.”
Just like that, he is dismissed and he doesn’t see him for another three days.
The next time they meet, Jimin is a little frustrated even though they had only talked for a whole five minutes.
“Taehyung-sajangnim? I’m sorry if this is improper, but are you always away this much?”
“What do you mean, Jimin?”
“Are you always absent from the office, leaving your employees to deal with all your work while you’re off doing- doing whatever you’re doing?” He asks directly.
“You’re mighty feisty for an employee who has been here for only seven days,” Taehyung drawls, stepping closer to Jimin. “I would take a step back if I were you. Even if I’d miss your pretty face, you’re easily replaceable. Know your place, Park Jimin,” he taps his nose and slides away to his office.
Even if Taehyung infuriates him, he decides to do as he is told and take a step back. He doesn’t want to lose his job.
Taehyung continuously flirts with Jimin, and it irks him to a point where he starts to think he got hired for his looks and not his talent. He doesn’t want to let Taehyung’s compliments affect him, but he quickly discovers his omega has different plans. He can’t control that part of him, to his greatest dismay, so he has to deal with his omega’s awful taste in potential partner.
Every time he finds himself in a room alone with Taehyung, his omega betrays him. He knows Taehyung can smell the change in the air by the satisfied smirk plastered on his face every time they are in close proximity. He wonders whether Taehyung’s alpha feels the same pull towards him as his omega does towards Taehyung.
No matter how hard he tries to resist his charms, Taehyung is a very attractive man, to put it lightly, and he knows how to get what he wants. It’s inevitable: they crash together.
Taehyung is close to Jimin, closer than he should be in a professional setting. Jimin’s back hits the wall of Taehyung’s office and he notices the door is closed. Taehyung is still keeping his hands to himself, at least. He takes a step forward and at this point, their chests are a breath apart. Taehyung leans in to whisper in his ear, “You may not like me, but I know your omega yearns for my alpha, Jimin,” he feels his breath against his neck. “I can feel it, I can smell it. You smell delicious, Jimin-ah. Let me have a taste?”
Jimin’s breath stutters in his throat. He feels hot. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he decides on setting them against Taehyung’s chest. The other smirks, knowing he had just won the prize. Jimin tries as hard as he can to resist the temptation, but no one in their right mind would have been able to do so.
He doesn’t know who leans in first. When their lips crash, he doesn’t feel anything but pure lust. The fact Taehyung is his boss flees from his mind. The latter closes the space between them so Jimin is pressed against the wall. They kiss like they are starved for it. Jimin’s hands fly to Taehyung’s curls, pulling curtly on the strands, drawing a sweet moan from the alpha’s lips. With his mouth parted, Jimin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in, exploring the other’s mouth, Taehyung thoroughly reciprocating.
His hands are gripping his waist tightly, probably leaving bruises for the next morning. He draws Jimin’s hips towards him, making their clothed cocks brush. Jimin can’t help the moan he lets out, breaking the kiss to lean his head on the wall. Taehyung starts trailing wet kisses along the line of Jimin’s jaw and down his throat. He hooks one of his legs around Taehyung’s hips, pulling him closer.
“Taehyung-ssi…” Jimin breathes.
“What is it, Jimin-ah? What do you want?” he continues nosing along Jimin’s collarbones.
“Off, I want my shirt off.”
Taehyung all but rips his blouse out of his pants, nearly popping all the buttons in his haste to undress Jimin.
“You’re gorgeous, Jimin. The prettiest of them all,” Taehyung praises as he reattaches his lips to the omega’s. He lifts Jimin by his ass so the other can wrap his other leg around him and carries him to his desk. He haphazardly shoves his stuff away and sets Jimin down on the surface. He immediately moves between his legs, lips never separating. Taehyung’s hands roam his hips and thighs, making Jimin’s body shiver. He feels Taehyung smirk in the kiss.
“You like it when I touch you, omega?” he whispers against his lips. All Jimin can do is whine. Taehyung disconnects their lips. “I need your words. Do you like it when I touch you?”
“Yes, Taehyung-ssi,” Jimin breathes, staring into the alpha’s eyes, pupils blown.
“Good.” Taehyung smashes their lips together again, hands now heading straight for Jimin’s belt buckle. Jimin has his arms around Taehyung’s neck, keeping him close as their kiss turns sloppy. The sound of metal pulls Jimin out of his thoughts.
“Wait,” Jimin pants, pulling away from the other. A string of saliva connects their lips. Jimin doesn’t think he can get any harder. “We shouldn’t do this,” he murmurs, even if it’s against his desires.
“Why? Because we barely know each other? Because we’re in my office, or because I’m your boss?” Taehyung names all the reasons that are plaguing Jimin’s mind and telling him he’s making a mistake.
“This is wrong in every way,” Jimin presses, however, he doesn’t make a move to untangle himself from his boss.
“Don’t worry. We won’t get caught, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Taehyung affirms. “I've done worse,” he adds with a cocky grin.
“Funnily, that does not reassure me,” Jimin replies honestly. “At least lock the door.” It sounds more like a question than a statement.
“Nah, they know better than to bother me when I’m in here.” Jimin is unconvinced, but soft hands on his face bring his attention back to the man between his legs. Taehyung takes his bottom lip between his teeth and pulls. His hands go back to their previous mission of getting Jimin out of his work pants. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispers against his lips. Getting no indication that the smaller wants out, Jimin’s pants finally end up on the floor next to his shirt and he is left in his boxers.
Being pretty much naked in front of Taehyung, who is still fully dressed, has something of a thrill to it. Taehyung trails his gaze on every part of Jimin’s body. Jimin knows he’s hot, but he still feels the need to cover himself. Before he can cross his arms over his chest, Taehyung envelops his wrists in his hands and places them back to his sides.
“No hiding from me, pretty. I want to see all of you.” Jimin can’t stop himself from blushing at his words. “Aw, you’re cute when you blush,” Taehyung coos, with a condescending tone. Jimin doesn’t expect the twinge of arousal that shoots through him. “Has the cat got your tongue? Why are you so silent?” Taehyung’s fingers start making paths down his body, stopping to trace circles around his nipples, before brushing his thumbs over them. Jimin’s breath hitches, he can feel himself start leaking in his boxers. The air gets thicker with his vanilla scent and Taehyung has a very smug expression about it. Jimin wants to change that.
“What? You want me to tell you that you look exceptionally sexy in your suit? That I want you to choke me with your tie? Or maybe tie my wrists together with it?” he starts under his breath. He inches himself closer to the alpha, who stops his ministrations to focus on Jimin’s words. “You want me to admit that since day one, I’ve been daydreaming about you railing me on this very desk? Or do you want me to tell you that I want you to pump me full of your hot cum and plug myself up for the rest of the day?” he whispers, with a lick to the shell of his ear.
For a moment, the room is quiet. The next thing he knows, he is being pushed so his back is against the desk and a hand is palming him through his boxers. Jimin’s breath catches in his throat and his eyes flutter closed, basking in the sensations. He can hear a faint growl coming from Taehyung and he smiles to himself, knowing he affected the alpha. His rainwater scent is coming in waves and wafts around them.
He feels Taehyung’s hand slip inside his boxers and the temperature contrast makes his legs move to close. Taehyung pushes them back apart slowly.
“You wanna get fucked?” Jimin nods, eyes wide. “Only good boys get fucked, okay? So look at me and keep your legs open for me, sweetheart.” The nickname makes Jimin’s cock twitch in Taehyung’s hand, making the other smirk. His hand starts moving, fingers collecting the precum at the tip, as he finally takes off the last piece of clothing. Jimin sighs as he completely exposes himself to Taehyung, slick gushing onto his desk.
“You’re so wet, Jimin. Is that all for me?”
“All for you, alpha,” Jimin replies, as if cast under a spell.
Two fingers prod at his entrance and easily slip in. Jimin gasps at the intrusion. Taehyung’s fingers are long and are reaching deep inside him, where his own could never reach. He starts thrusting and curling them inside Jimin, managing to hit his prostate every time. Taehyung caresses Jimin’s hips and trembling legs, and suddenly, Jimin can’t wait anymore.
“St- ah- stop! I need you inside me, right now,” Jimin cries.
“Hmm, what’s the magic word?” Taehyung requests, slowing down his pace. He leans down over Jimin, trapping his leaking cock between them. The friction makes Jimin whimper and let out a desperate please. Taehyung seems satisfied because he kisses him, and it’s hot and full of need, their lips sliding together, in perfect tandem, as if it were practiced.
Taehyung breaks the kiss first so he can unzip his own slacks. Jimin can see the outline of his hard cock and nearly salivates. The alpha doesn’t take the time to undress, he only opens his pants enough so he can take his cock out.
“You’re so big,” Jimin says in awe. He looks at the alpha with wide eyes. “I hope it’ll be able to fit.” He adds innocently, cocking his head to the side.
“Don’t get cocky, now. Brats don’t get to be fucked, only good boys do, remember?” Taehyung warns, stroking his cock. He pulls open a drawer and draws out a condom and a bottle of lube. He makes quick work of putting it on and coating himself, and brings Jimin’s ass to the edge of the desk before placing the tip at Jimin’s entrance. The latter sucks in a breath. This is it, no going back now.
Taehyung leans on the desk, bracketing Jimin’s head with his arms, before slowly pushing in, eliciting moans from both parties. Jimin throws his head back against the desk when Taehyung bottoms out. They breathe hard against each other’s faces, but in the moment, they aren’t bothered.
Jimin can’t breathe. Taehyung is by far the biggest he’s ever taken, and the sensation of being this full overwhelms him. His eyes close again, so when Taehyung starts rolling his hips, it punches the air out of him. His eyes roll back and his mouth opens in a silent cry. The only sound is cloth slapping on skin and Taehyung’s heavy breathing and grunts in his ear. Jimin’s hands grapple to hold onto something. That something ends up being the back of Taehyung’s shirt. His nails rake up his back with every thrust, hopefully leaving red marks under his shirt as a reminder.
Suddenly, Taehyung lifts himself up, making Jimin’s hands fall to the desk. He hooks his fingers in Jimin’s hips as an anchor so it is easier to piston his hips, fucking Jimin with more vigor. Jimin feels the skin of his back rub against the wooden desk underneath him, but he couldn't care less. Taehyung’s thumbs caress the soft skin of the inside of his thighs. In this position, Taehyung can see his cock thrusting in and out of Jimin's tight hole. He wonders how the small omega is able to take him so easily.
“Fuck, you’re so deep inside me,” Jimin moans. “Please fuck me deeper. Please, I want to feel you in my tummy,” he pleads desperately.
At his request, Taehyung takes the back of Jimin’s thighs in his hands and presses them to his stomach, practically folding him in half. The new angle makes Jimin cry out. The alpha grinds his cock inside Jimin, causing a constant pressure against his prostate. At this point, Jimin is mewling, tears streaking down his cheeks from the pleasure: he can feel Taehyung everywhere.
“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart. Fuck,” he grunts. “Doing such a good job for me, being such a good boy.” Taehyung presses a hand against Jimin’s stomach. He can feel himself every time he thrusts inside. The pressure from Taehyung’s hand causes Jimin to let out a litany of sounds and he sincerely hopes the office is soundproof. He starts to feel the familiar tightening that means his orgasm is approaching.
“I- I’m close,” he huffs.
“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” Taehyung leans over him again, his tie coming to tickle his face, and with Jimin’s legs between them, the angle is even better. Taehyung doesn’t seem to be faring much better than Jimin. “Fuck, you’re so tight Jimin, gonna make me cum too.”
It’s the sound of Jimin’s name from the other’s lips that pushes him over the edge. He cums without a sound, spurting white all over their chests and staining Taehyung’s blouse. Taehyung speeds up, but starts to get sloppier. Jimin feels his knot inflate with every thrust. He wraps his hand around the alpha’s tie, tugging him down towards his face.
“Gonna give me your knot, Taehyung-ssi?” Jimin whispers against his lips. He is starting to shake from overstimulation, his hole still spasming from his orgasm. Taehyung shudders and he feels him cum inside the condom as he collapses on Jimin. His omega is disappointed that the alpha doesn’t actually knot him, but his rational side knows it wouldn’t have been a good idea anyway.
He doesn’t have time to dwell on it because Taehyung pulls out and discards the condom in the trash. With his back facing Jimin, he observes the sweat making his shirt stick to his back, the only other indication of what they had done, other than the cum staining it. He tucks himself back in and throws a rag at Jimin so he can clean himself.
Jimin, still lying on the desk, is utterly spent. His back is sticky with sweat, not to mention the mess between his legs and on the desk beneath his ass. He takes the rag and wipes himself down and in between his legs. It doesn’t get rid of all the stickiness, but it does its job.
“Get dressed quickly and go back to your cubicle, you’ve been in here too long already,” Taehyung tells him, adjusting his tie in the mirror. He still looks proper, as if he’d been working at his computer rather than fucking Jimin senseless. It’s infuriating.
“Really? You’re just gonna kick me out like that?” Jimin answers, offended.
“What, did you expect me to get you some snacks and cuddle you on the couch?” Taehyung snaps back.
“No, but a little respect would’ve been nice,” he grumbles under his breath, wincing as he pulls on his clothes. He will be sore tomorrow.
Taehyung shoots him a glare. “I didn’t throw you out naked, did I?”
Jimin ignores him, opting to check if he looks decent enough in the mirror: his hair is a mess and his cheeks still look flushed. He looks as though he’d just been fucked. He groans and cards his fingers through his hair, trying to make it look more presentable.
Taehyung hands him a bottle of what looks like perfume.
“It’s a scent blocker. You reek of me,” Taehyung informs him. This clearly isn’t his first time doing this, he’s prepared. Jimin rolls his eyes as he sprays some on.
“Okay, I’m leaving now,” Jimin announces. The only response he gets is a grunt, Taehyung having returned to his paperwork. Opening the door, Jimin expects every head to turn towards him, to be aware of what he’d just done. But everyone stays with their eyes glued to their work. Sitting back down in his cubicle is a weird experience, as if he wasn’t the same person he was minutes ago. A knock on his door shakes him out of it.
“Even with the scent blocker you still smell like him,” Seokjin states, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. “Wow, is he that good?” he continues, looking Jimin up and down.
“Is it that obvious?” Jimin sighs, putting his head in his hands.
“Don’t worry, I just know what to look for, but be careful.”
~ today ~
Someone clearing their throat brings him out of his thoughts.
“The boss, Jimin?”
“Oh, yeah sorry, I got caught up in my thoughts. You can tell him I’ll be there in five minutes,” he responds, stacking papers together and putting them away. That was the first time they had fucked. It’s been around six months now, and since then, he can’t count on his fingers the number of times he found himself coming undone under the alpha’s expert touch. He can’t help it. He knows it’s a mistake, that it’s wrong and he’s disgusted with himself: sleeping with his boss? There’s no chance this will have a happy ending, but even if he’s an asshole, there’s something about the other that keeps pulling him in.
He heads to the man in question’s office and if there’re some heads turning his way, he pretends not to notice. He closes the door softly after entering the room. The alpha is leaning over his computer typing away furiously.
Jimin clears his throat. The other barely acknowledges him, obviously concentrated. That’s odd. Usually, as soon as he enters, the alpha is all over him, kissing his neck and his hands on his hips.
“I have a request for you,” Taehyung says instead of his usual praise and compliments.
“Um, okay?” Jimin doesn’t know what to say, this isn’t part of the script. Although, it should be since it’s normal office talk.
“I want you to attend a business meeting with me,” he announces, looking up at Jimin for the first time since he entered.
“A business meeting?”
“Well, yes. You’re my personal secretary after all, aren’t you?” Taehyung asks. It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers anyway.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he mumbles.
Taehyung’s eyes harden. “As much as I’d love a blowjob right now, I actually have work to do. We leave for Japan tomorrow morning. I’ll pick you up at 5:00 am.”
“Tomorrow?” Jimin’s eyes widen. “For Japan? Are you kidding me? You couldn’t have warned me ahead of time? That’s in like,” he checks his watch. “13 hours!”
“Yeah, well it was a last minute decision. Be ready, we can’t be late,” he says with a final tone.
Jimin huffs as he leaves the room. Seokjin intercepts him as he’s passing his cubicle.
“That was a quick fuck,” he remarks.
“Stop it,” he hisses, softly hitting his arm. He looks around them. No one heard. “You can’t just say things like that. Anyway, we didn’t- do anything. He asked me to come to a business meeting with him.”
“Is that code for something?” he questions, smirking.
“No! It’s an actual work thing! We leave for Japan tomorrow morning.”
“What? That’s soon!”
“I know it is,” he says, gritting his teeth. “What should I do?”
“What do you want me to tell you? To not go? Jimin, it won’t be that bad, don’t worry.”
He groans. Guess he’ll have to suck it up and go on a business trip with his boss, who happens to be his almost daily lay.
When he gets home that evening, he calls Hoseok to rant about the whole situation as he shoves miscellaneous clothes in a suitcase.
“Does he think I don’t have a life? Maybe I had an important engagement I absolutely needed to be here for! I could’ve had plans! But he doesn’t care, he just cares about himself and his own needs,” he says, angrily.
“Jimin, you don’t really have a life outside of your job,” Hoseok responds, a hint of pity in his voice.
“Thanks for the reminder,” Jimin starts somberly. “But that’s not the point!”
“I know Jimin-ah, he’s a dick, but I think you’re overreacting a little.”
“I don’t care.”
“Treat this as a vacation!” Hoseok tries to cheer him up. “You have a free plane ticket and you only have to be with him during the actual conference. Go tour the city! You’ve always wanted to go to Japan.”
“You’re right, I can always pretend he isn’t there.”
“Wait, that’s not what I said-”
“It’ll be great! Do you want me to bring you back a souvenir?” Jimin asks, collecting his toiletries together.
“Of course Jimin-ah. What kind of question is that? Get one for Yoongi, too. He’ll be jealous if you don’t.”
“Should I just get you a collective souvenir? Like a Japan-only flavor of lube or something?” he snickers through the phone.
“What? No! That’s weird! Get us normal souvenirs, please, a lucky charm or something like that,” the older begs.
“Boring. Fine, I’ll get you something normal.” He packs the last of his things and zips up his suitcase. “I’m gonna let you go, if I want to be ready by 5:00 am tomorrow, I have to sleep.”
“Okay, goodnight, Jimin-ah. Have fun and call me if you ever need to talk, okay?”
“Thanks, Hobi hyung. Goodnight.”
As promised, Taehyung, or rather Taehyung’s chauffeur, is there to pick Jimin up the next morning. At 5:00 am sharp, he gets an incoming text from Taehyung telling him they have arrived. He stumbles down the stairs, half awake, with his suitcase in hand. After giving it to the chauffeur, he pushes himself in the car and falls back asleep against the window, not bothering to acknowledge Taehyung’s presence. If the other is bothered by it, Jimin will never know.
He is roused from his slumber by a firm hand on his shoulder.
“We’re at the airport, Jimin. Time to wake up,” he recognizes the voice to be Taehyung’s.
They make their way through airport security and customs, they drop off their luggage, and the next thing he knows, they are sitting on a plane and flying to Japan.
Jimin distracts himself by looking out the window, but he can’t ignore the other for long.
“So once we get there, we’ll go straight to the hotel. The conference is tomorrow, and if everything goes well with the investor, we should be off by the next day. Otherwise, we need to stay at least another day,” Taehyung informs him.
“What is this conference even about? I’m going in this blindly, must I remind you. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be doing.”
Taehyung looks at him sternly. “You know the investor we’ve been trying to get on our side for the past couple weeks?” Jimin nods. This particular client was being difficult and was very demanding. “He invited different potential companies in which he is interested in investing in to attend this conference. So it’s basically a competition and the winner is whoever is the smartest to persuade him to partner with their company. I have to win or else my dad will have my neck,” he admits rubbing his face with his hands.
Jimin contemplates the man sitting next to him. Even with him joining the company six months back, he hasn’t had the opportunity to work that closely with Taehyung yet. From his point of view, the man doesn’t put that much effort into his work, but it seems as though he was wrong. Evidently, this deal has been plaguing him for a while and he seems convinced to pull this through.
“What can I do?” he asks, no anger in his voice.
“You can start by helping me go over my papers and try to figure out the best plan of attack. We have to convince him we’re better than anybody else there. It won’t be easy.”
“What makes you think I have any talent in this area?” Jimin genuinely asks.
“I’ve seen your work. So far, you’re deserving of your place at our firm, Jimin.” That’s a compliment if he’s ever heard one. He’ll take it.
“Okay, let’s see those papers.”
They land two hours later and make their way to the hotel. Taehyung takes the initiative to ask the hotel receptionist for the keys to their rooms, so Jimin waits in the lobby. Right after he sits down, he hears a commotion near the front desk. Of course, it’s coming from Taehyung. He gets up and walks towards the other.
“There can’t have been a mistake. My agency booked two rooms, I have it in an email, I can show you,” he takes out his phone to show the woman behind the desk.
“I see. Let me see what I can do, I’ll go talk with my manager. I’ll be right back,” she says politely.
“Why are you giving her a rough time?” Jimin asks a ruffled Taehyung.
“She only has one room under my name when we clearly made reservations for two. I don’t have time for this bullshit, I have things to do!” he starts getting frustrated. Jimin can start smelling his scent getting musty.
“Taehyung. It’s not her fault. Please don’t let out your stress on her. If you want to yell, go outside,” Jimin scolds him as the receptionist comes back. “I’ll take over since you don’t know how to handle yourself.”
Taehyung goes to argue, but Jimin is already turning towards the desk. “Sorry for him, he can get a bit… stuck up,” he apologizes with a sympathetic smile. Taehyung looks affronted.
“That’s okay. I confirmed with my manager that I can exceptionally book you a room without reservation. Let me check if I have any available rooms,” she turns to her computer and types away on the keyboard. “Unfortunately, at this hour, no rooms are available, I’m sorry.”
“That’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Thank you for your help,” Jimin reassures the woman while Taehyung sighs loudly in the back.
Jimin takes the key card and heads to the elevators without a glance at Taehyung. The latter joins him inside, the doors close and they go up.
“You dislike me so much you can’t stand sharing a room with me?” he asks, staring in front of him.
“I just want my space,” Taehyung responds, equally not glancing towards Jimin.
“Don’t worry, you won’t even know I’m there,” he stalks out the elevator when the doors open and easily finds their room, swiping the key card. The light turns green and he swings the door open. The room is vast and there’s a huge window that opens up to a balcony which gives them a gorgeous view of the ocean. Jimin stops in the bathroom to inspect what they're dealing with, while Taehyung passes him to go into the room.
“Fuck, I knew it,” Jimin hears Taehyung utter. What is it now? Jimin thinks. He follows Taehyung’s voice and stops in his tracks. Why wasn’t this the first thing to come to his mind when they found out they were sharing a room? Of course if they were supposed to have two rooms there would only be one bed.
They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. Jimin’s thoughts are tumbling together. Should he take the couch and offer the bed? Of course not, he wants to sleep in the bed. Why would he give that to Taehyung? At the same time, he doesn’t want Taehyung to take the couch, he knows the latter will put up a fight and he doesn’t want to piss him off more. Should they suck it up and share the bed? It’s a queen bed, at least. They can easily pretend they’re alone.
“I’ll take the couch,” he hears Taehyung’s voice say.
“Okay,” he starts and then what Taehyung said registers. “Wait, what? You’re taking the couch? No! You can’t do that, you’ll be cranky tomorrow and neither of us want that,” he protests.
“Okay, fine. Are you gonna take the couch then?”
“Of course not,” he huffs. “I don’t want to break my back sleeping there.”
“What do you suggest?”
“We can share the bed, it’s big enough for the both of us.”
Taehyung seems conflicted, but he doesn’t protest. He simply puts his things down on a side of the bed and says “I’m heading out, I have to meet someone. Make yourself comfortable.”
He rolls his eyes as the alpha leaves the room. He decides now is his time if he wants to get those souvenirs for his hyungs, so he heads out after Taehyung and off into the city.
He comes back to their room four hours later and the other is still not back. Jimin decides to wash off and look at Taehyung’s papers again, to see if he can add anything. He sits down on the bed and splays the papers around him so he can get a better idea of everything. He notes things down here and there, and that’s how Taehyung finds him an hour later.
He doesn’t notice Jimin at first, but when he does he freezes.
“What the fuck are you doing Jimin?” he raises his tone at Jimin. “Are those my papers?”
“Yes? I’m annotating them with some ideas.” Clearly that is the wrong thing to say because Taehyung explodes.
“I didn’t tell you you could write on my fucking papers!” he yells. He looks at Jimin and if looks could kill… He snatches the page Jimin has in his hand. “They’re all messy now, I won’t be able to understand anything! This is all disorganized now, fuck!” He continues. He’s not paying any more attention to Jimin, only to fixing the “mess” that is his paperwork.
Jimin opens and closes his mouth several times, but nothing comes out. He prides himself on being resilient and confident enough to know when he’s in the wrong, but sometimes, things are too much. He tries his best to keep a straight face, but a stray tear makes it’s escape down his cheek. He slips off the bed, Taehyung barely noticing, and steps out on the balcony.
He regrets it right away, the air is cold at this time in the evening and he isn’t wearing anything to cover himself. And like hell he’s going to go back in the room to get a jacket. He leans his elbows on the railing and gazes out at the ocean. It reminds him of Busan and the times he went to the beach with his family as a kid. All of a sudden, he’s hit with a wave of homesickness and he lets a couple more tears escape. He stays on the balcony for a long time. Long enough for Taehyung to leave the room, probably to go eat dinner downstairs.
When he comes back inside the room, Taehyung’s paperwork is back in a neat pile on his side of the bed. He’s considering ordering room service, but he’s not very hungry so he goes to take a bath to heat him up after the cold. He doesn’t know how long he stays in the bath, but when he comes out Taehyung is back. He avoids him on purpose as he gets ready for bed.
“Have you eaten?” Taehyung asks. Jimin ignores the question and slips under the covers, closing the light above his head. He hears Taehyung sigh and close the book he is reading. He hears shuffling, a door open and close. Five minutes later, the bed dips under the alpha’s weight and the last light is shut off.
Jimin burrows further into the blankets, trying to get comfortable enough to get a good night’s sleep. He finally closes his eyes, waiting for Morpheus to take him away when he feels a hand on his waist, sneaking its way underneath his shirt. His eyes snap open and he catches Taehyung’s hand to whip it off him. However, he then feels a tug at the top of his shorts.
“Stop it,” Jimin hisses, moving away. He’s nearly falling off the bed at this point.
“Jimin…” Taehyung whines behind him.
He sits up in a sudden movement, startling the other. “Do you really expect me to be in the mood after the way you treated me earlier?” he spits out.
“You know that I’m stressed and I take it out on people, Jimin. You shouldn’t take it so personally,” Taehyung tries to explain.
“Don’t you dare try to make yourself out to be a victim! You yelled at me for trying to help you, Taehyung. Of course, I’m going to take it personally. You can’t just use other people as your vessels for letting out your anxiety. And I’m not just an object to fulfill your sexual needs either! I have feelings too. You’re rude, mean and arrogant. You treat everyone as if they’re below you. You have to wake up and realize the world does not revolve around you and that the people who surround you aren’t your puppets,” Jimin hadn’t realized he had that much to say to Taehyung, but once he finishes, there’s a weight taken off his shoulders. Taehyung is silent next to him. “Take your hand away from me or I’m sleeping on the couch.” The alpha brings his hand back to his side, still looking at Jimin.
“Is that really how you feel?” His voice is small.
“You hurt me Taehyung, do you not realize that?” he asks, desperately.
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you really? Or are you just trying to get in my pants? Go find someone down at the bar. I’m sure everyone is tripping over their feet to get a chance to sleep with you.” As he suggests it, his heart constricts in his chest. As much as he can’t stand the other, he doesn’t want him to go find a nameless face for a quick fuck. As much as he doesn’t want to admit it, he doesn’t like the idea of sharing him. Even if Jimin despises the man at this particular moment.
“I’m- you know what? Forget it, just go to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow” Taehyung mumbles, turning on his side.
“Don’t try anything, otherwise you’re dead meat,” Jimin threatens, still mad.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“Have you given me a reason to?” Jimin questions. Hurt flashes in Taehyung’s eyes.
“I would never do anything without your consent, Jimin. I want you to know that. I promise.” He’s facing Jimin and his expression is genuine. Jimin wants to believe him.
“Okay,” Jimin turns his back on Taehyung and makes himself comfortable again. He drifts into a fitful sleep, but Taehyung leaves him alone throughout the night.
He wakes up early the next morning. Taehyung is lying next to him, he drifted a bit towards Jimin in his sleep, but he kept his hands to himself. Taking advantage of the other still in dreamland, he stares. The alpha is turned toward Jimin, face smushed in the pillow and hair fanned around his head. His lips stick out in a pout and he looks strangely innocent. Jimin can’t help but find him… cute. He takes a moment to ponder his sentiments toward the other man. He’s far from being the best alpha and he’s an absolute dickhead, but as Jimin traces the slope of his nose with his eyes, he realizes he has come to care for him. He curses himself for it, but he admits he doesn’t hate Taehyung, the latter just has to work on himself. However, that doesn’t mean he is forgiven for the previous night.
Before he can go deeper in his thoughts, he feels his stomach grumble and takes that as an out. He gets dressed and goes downstairs. A small restaurant is inside the hotel and he goes to sit at the bar. Although he would absolutely want a drink, he convinces himself it’s a bad idea, especially today. He sits by himself for a while after he orders before a stranger sits next to him.
“Hello,” the man greets. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting alone. At a bar. At 9:00 am. So I decided you could use the company.” Well that is certainly a bold way to start a conversation. Jimin likes it.
“As much as I wish the water in my glass was actually vodka, it wouldn’t be very smart of me,” he turns to the stranger. The stranger is very well kept. He’s wearing a red suit that fits him awfully well and his hair is swept back, exposing his forehead. “I’m Jimin. Nice to meet you,” he holds out a tattooed hand.
“Nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi. My name is Jungkook.” Instead of shaking his hand, he takes it and leaves a delicate kiss on top. Jimin blushes. Now aware of the other’s intentions, Jimin subtly sniffs the air. He gets a whiff of parchment and coal: definitely an alpha, then.
“I see you speak Korean, what are you doing in Japan, Jungkook- I’m sorry, how should I address you?”
“I’m a ‘97 liner.”
“Ah, so I’m your hyung,” Jimin smirks.
“Does that bother you?”
“Not at all, on the contrary, I like your boldness.”
“Aish, hyung. You’re just too pretty not to approach,” Jungkook blushes.
It’s Jimin’s turn to become shy.
“Anyway, I’m in Japan for a business meeting with a big client. I’m shadowing my boss, he’s teaching me the ropes of the job. What about you? Are you here with someone?” he takes a glass that looks curiously like whisky from the barman.
“That’s such a coincidence! I’m here for the same reason. I am also here with my boss. Although he’s not doing much teaching, more like criticizing,” he grumbles into his glass.
“He doesn’t sound like much fun,” he smiles sympathetically.
“He can be when he wants to.” Jimin feels strangely defensive. “He’s a good businessman, one of the best, I think.”
“I don’t doubt it,” he takes a sip from his glass. “I guess we’re competitors, then. That makes this even more exciting.”
Jimin doesn’t know what to make out of Jungkook’s advances, he doesn’t know how to react either.
“You have a thing for your enemies, Jungkook-ah?”
“Are we enemies already, hyung? I thought we were getting along quite well, wherever did I go wrong?” Jimin has to admit, the younger one knows how to get his attention.
“Fighting for a really important client must not make us close friends, don’t you think?” He raises his eyebrows, with a secretive smile.
“I guess we’ll have to see after the conference, Jimin. May the best man win,” he puts his glass down on the counter and leaves with a wink. Jimin watches him leave, forgetting to correct him over formalities.
When he goes back up to the room, Taehyung is already dressed. He’s wearing the classic black pants, white shirt, black tie, with a corset vest that makes his waist look especially thin. His hair is slicked back, showing off his face. He looks absolutely breathtaking.
“Get ready, we leave in fifteen,” he greets, shattering the effect.
“Great, thanks for the heads up,” Jimin answers sarcastically.
He gets his own suit out of his suitcase. His is also black, but contrary to Taehyung, his blouse is black. He leaves the first button open, showing off his collarbones. He decides to forgo the tie and lathers his lips in pink lipgloss. He matches his outfit with small hoop earrings and a delicate silver chain around his neck. He styles his blond hair casually, only parting it in the middle.
Stepping out of the bathroom, where he was getting ready, he locks eyes with Taehyung. The latter is silent and the corner of his mouth twitches as he takes Jimin in.
“You look good,” he says.
“Thank you, so do you,” Jimin returns.
Taehyung hands him his ID lanyard and slips his own around his neck. He takes his suit jacket off the chair, slips it on and is out the door, briefcase in hand.
“So what am I supposed to do?” Jimin asks, once they arrive at the venue.
“Take notes of anything you think is important. Anything that could make me win this deal,” Taehyung answers, looking through his papers.
They enter a big room where a big oval table is placed and a whiteboard in the front of the room. People are already sitting here and there around the table discussing among themselves. Jungkook is easy to spot with his red suit, by far the boldest color in the room. They are clearly the youngest present, all the others look like they’re in their mid-forties to fifties.
Taehyung leads them to their seats and prepares his space. Jimin settles down in his chair and takes out a clipboard and pen. He looks forward and is greeted by Jungkook’s piercing gaze. A smirk is plastered on his face and he sends a wink to Jimin before turning back to his discussion.
The room fills up and at 11:00 sharp, a short man comes in, closing the doors behind him. Beside him, Taehyung straightens his posture. He looks calm, but the slight tremble in his hands gives him away. Jimin reaches a hand to squeeze his bicep, making Taehyung’s head turn towards him. He gives him a thumbs up and a corner smile to give him encouragement.
The meeting is a long affair. Jimin writes down everything he catches that he deems important. Whatever he thinks might be of use to Taehyung, he writes down on a post-it and slides it to him. He can’t help but admire how Taehyung makes himself heard and expresses his ideas throughout the meeting. When he brings up one of the things Jimin annotated the previous night, he tries not to appear too smug about it. He keeps shooting Jungkook glances and is pleased to see the latter already looking back, every time.
When the conference comes to an end, most people file out of the room. Taehyung says he has to stay behind to discuss something with the investor, so Jimin follows the wave of people: he’ll wait for Taehyung in the lobby. He’s about to sit down on one of the tub chairs when a voice intercepts him.
“Fancy seeing you here, hyung,” Jungkook greets.
“It’s a pleasure Jungkook,” Jimin turns his attention to the younger.
“Seems like your boss has quite the presence. He did a good job defending his ideas,” Jungkook praises.
“Indeed, I think we have a good chance of getting this deal. He worked hard on this.”
“I can tell. Although, I think we have a good chance of getting it, also. But let’s stop talking business for now. What are you up to tonight?” Jungkook asks.
“Tonight? Uh, I haven’t really thought about it.” He was honestly looking forward to laying in bed and binge watching anime, but he wasn’t going to tell that to Jungkook.
“Great. My friend and I are heading out tonight, you’re invited,” Jungkook announces. “Speak of the devil! Jimin hyung, this is Eunwoo-yah, we work together.”
The man that joins them is also very attractive. He is wearing a dark blue suit, hair up in a quiff and is holding two glasses of champagne. Handing one to Jungkook, who takes a gulp, he extends his hand for Jimin to shake.
“Nice to meet you, hyung. Would you like me to get you a drink?”
“Oh, I’m fine-” he starts before Jungkook interrupts him.
“Yes, he wants a drink,” he addresses Eunwoo, who laughs before heading back to the bar to get a glass of champagne, leaving a trail of his sea salt scent. When he comes back, he hands the drink to Jimin.
“I hear Jungkook invited you to party with us later? Want to join us for pre-drinks too?”
“I really don’t want to intrude on your festivities.”
“We insist! We would absolutely love to have a pretty omega on our arm tonight. I would love to know more about you,” Eunwoo says boldly. It seems like the two alphas have that trait in common. He approaches Jimin, putting a hand on the small of his back to bring him closer. “You smell ravishing,” he whispers in his ear, sending a chill down Jimin’s spine. Eunwoo leaves the embrace.
“You flatter me, Eunwoo-yah,” Jimin admits, flushed and flustered. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He trails his finger down his arm and looks at Jungkook. “I’d love to spend time with both of you and I‘m tempted by the offer. Give me your numbers and I’ll-” The feeling of a large hand on the small of his back cuts him off.
“What offer?” Taehyung demands. Jimin rolls his eyes. What a way to kill the moment.
“Jungkook-ah and Eunwoo-yah asked me to join them downtown tonight. I was about to tell them I would love to before you rudely interrupted me,” Jimin bites back.
“Absolutely not,” Taehyung immediately opposes.
“You don’t have a say! I can do what I want.” Jimin can hear the start of a growl in Taehyung’s chest. “Your growling doesn’t scare me, Taehyung. I’m not a child.” Jimin is embarrassed to be having this argument in front of the other two alphas, but it’s not something he can avoid.
“We have work-related things to do back at the hotel. I’m afraid you’re not available to party.”
Jimin wants to scream, but he knows Taehyung won’t relent. “Rain check,” he winks at them.
“Of course, hyung, see you,” Jungkook lifts his glass as a farewell and sends a wink back.
Taehyung guides Jimin through the lobby, pausing to steal Jimin’s champagne glass and leave it on a table with a murmur that sounds like why do you have champagne? He leads them outside where Jimin immediately detaches himself from Taehyung. They get in a car that drives them back to the hotel, Jimin sulking the whole way.
Back in their room, Jimin feels safe to express his discontent. “You are such an asshole! Why did you have to barge into our conversation like that?” Jimin rages.
“They were clearly flirting with you, Jimin.”
“Don’t you think I know that? I could be having a threesome with two hot alphas right now, but someone had to come and cockblock me,” he huffs, annoyed.
“Jimin, stop acting like a child. This is not the place to have threesomes,” Taehyung says, gritting his teeth.
“Says the alpha who fucks anything walking on two legs, whatever the context,” Jimin throws with a roll of his eyes.
Taehyung is suddenly up in his space, grabbing the collar of his shirt and backing him up to the wall. “Be careful of what comes out of your mouth, omega,” he growls, his face centimeters away from his.
“Or what?” Jimin whispers back with a mean smirk.
Taehyung lets go of his hold on Jimin’s shirt and locks himself in the bathroom, slamming the door.
“That's what I thought,” the omega chuckles apprehensively.
They don’t talk much to each other after that. The air is thick with hostility, making it easy for them not to approach the other. Their argument was honestly childish, but Jimin doesn’t want to let up. Taehyung has to apologize for many things now. They’re leaving tomorrow, so the proximity would soon be over. Jimin can’t wait. They settle for a night’s sleep without resolving anything or speaking a word.
Jimin’s omega hates it.
It’s 3:00 am when Taehyung opens his eyes. He wonders what woke him up because he is usually a heavy sleeper. It takes a moment for him to register his surroundings and he realizes that Jimin is not having a very restful sleep: he is twisting and turning in the sheets, and small whimpers are coming out of his mouth. Taehyung is debating whether to wake him up, but the omega would probably have his head. When Jimin lets out a moan, it startles the alpha. He then notices how the room smells: it smells like it usually does, but much richer. Especially Jimin’s scent. The normal vanilla and floral scent has turned a lot sweeter, like the extra sweet cakes you buy at the store. Then Taehyung realizes.
Jimin is in heat.
What should he do? He brings the back of his hand to his forehead: he’s burning up. Jimin would probably hate him, but he needs to wake him up. He lifts himself on one elbow and gently shakes him. “Jimin,” he whispers. The omega doesn’t react, only writhes more. “Jimin,” he says with more insistence, shaking him a bit harder.
The omega’s eyes flutter open, immediately connecting with Taehyung’s. He braces himself for the worst. But Jimin doesn’t yell at him for waking him up, nor hits him with a pillow.
“Alpha,” he whines instead, slinging an arm around Taehyung’s neck to pull him into him. Jimin buries his nose in Taehyung’s neck, inhaling his scent where it’s the most potent. “Alpha,” he murmurs again. “Smell so good, need you, alpha.” Taehyung doesn’t know what to do. Clearly Jimin is being influenced by his heat because Taehyung doesn’t think the omega would have chosen him as a heat partner otherwise.
“Jimin, I can’t…” he trails off as Jimin rolls them over so he is straddling him. Taehyung’s hands fly to the smaller’s waist, anchoring him on his lap. His teeth graze Taehyung’s neck and it makes the latter’s brain short circuit. He squeezes Jimin’s waist, trying not to let out a moan. He can feel Jimin’s slick soak through his shorts. Taehyung is intoxicated by Jimin’s smell and with his soft body pressed against his, he won’t be able to remain respectful for long. “Jimin,” he tries again. “Do you really want this?”
“Never wanted anything more, alpha,” he murmurs against his neck, sending shivers down Taehyung’s back.
“Yeah? Can I touch you?” Although he is driven by his alpha instincts to satisfy the pretty omega on him, he still asks for Jimin’s permission. Remembering the conversation from last night, he doesn’t want Jimin to not trust him fully, especially in this vulnerable state. He might be an asshole, but he’s not that asshole.
“Please,” he breathes, nodding in the crook of his neck.
When he gets Jimin’s green light, he takes a hand off his waist to settle it on his knee. He slides his palm up Jimin’s thigh and slips his hand underneath his silk shorts. Jimin’s skin is especially soft against his rough hands and he can’t get enough. He rubs circles on Jimin’s asscheek and squeezes, making Jimin let out a broken moan.
“You like it when I touch your ass, sweetheart?” he whispers in his ear.
Jimin hums in response, so he takes his other hand and also slips it underneath the fabric. He pulls apart his asscheeks to expose his hole and grazes his index over it, making Jimin’s whines more desperate.
“Hurts, need you inside, Taetae.” The nickname takes Taehyung by surprise, but he doesn’t stop teasing Jimin’s hole.
“Yeah? You want alpha’s cock?” he asks, pushing his hips up so Jimin could feel how hard he already was. “Tell me, Jimin-ah. Tell me what you want.”
“I want- want- need a-alpha’s cock,” he manages to get out, burrowing further into Taehyung’s neck.
“You’ll have to be patient,” he tuts. Wrapping an arm around Jimin’s waist, he pins him to his chest, before sliding two fingers inside Jimin’s hole. Jimin cries out, slick gushing even more on Taehyung’s hand.
He finds his prostate almost immediately and massages it without giving Jimin a chance to breathe. The smaller is grinding his dick along Taehyung’s stomach subconsciously as he is rendered speechless, and soon enough, his thighs are squeezing around Taehyung and he’s cumming in his shorts with a high-pitched moan.
“So good, alpha,” Jimin praises dreamily. “Fill me with your cock, please. I need it,” he begs.
“You’re so needy, omega. You can have my cock, but let me get a condom first.” Jimin whines in protest, but Taehyung finds one in his suitcase fast enough and is back on the bed in a flash. “I got it,” he rolls on the condom.
Jimin looks at him with big eyes and a pout. “Aren’t you going to fuck me?”
“You have to work for it first, sweetheart,” he states as he settles comfortably in the sheets.
Jimin looks unsure as he straddles Taehyung again. He takes his length in his hand and strokes it to full hardness and Taehyung hisses from the touch. He brings the tip to his wet hole and slowly sinks down, letting out a sigh and making Taehyung groan. When his ass meets Taehyung’s pelvis, he immediately starts bouncing as enthusiastically as he can. Taehyung’s hands caress the omega’s strong thighs, trying to help him by guiding his hips.
“You’re so tight, my little omega,” Jimin’s omega preens at being called Taehyung’s. “Doing such a good job, making your alpha feel so good.” His hands travel to his sides and splay on his ribcage. Jimin looks so tiny between his large hands: Taehyung can’t get enough of their size difference.
Jimin switches from bouncing to rolling his hips, making Taehyung’s cock sink further into his heat. Jimin is slicking so much, it’s starting to stick to Taehyung’s thighs. Jimin is desperately chasing his orgasm, whining every time he rolls his hips forward and not quite getting the spike of pleasure he wants.
“Alpha, please, I’m tired,” he begs, throwing his head back.
“Have you been a good boy?” questions the alpha.
Jimin nods fervently. “I’ve been so good, alpha. Please,” he sobs, still moving his hips, but a bit out of rhythm. Taehyung grabs his ass and thrusts up, taking the omega by surprise. He pistons his hips aggressively, his only goal to make Jimin unravel. Jimin goes still in his grip, feeling Taehyung’s length moving in and out of him, and he already looks so fucked out. It is seconds later that Jimin tenses up and he cums untouched all over Taehyung’s stomach with a scream that probably wakes up the people next door.
A sheen of sweat is visible on Jimin’s skin and Taehyung wants to lick it. He sits up, jostling Jimin in his lap, but holding him against his body so he doesn’t fall. He licks a fat stripe over Jimin’s Adam's apple up to his scent gland. Jimin is giving him access to his neck as if asking for a bite, but instead, Taehyung attaches his lips and sucks hard. Jimin gasps from the unexpected pleasure. A red mark blooms under Taehyung’s lips and he licks over it to soothe it.
“Use me, alpha,” Jimin whispers, leaning on his shoulder. He sounds out of it, but is already moving again in Taehyung’s lap.
“You want to be alpha’s toy?” Jimin nods fervently. “I’m going to fuck you against the window, then,” he decides, trailing his lips against Jimin’s jaw. He lifts Jimin so they’re standing and guides Jimin to their floor to ceiling window. He presses Jimin to the glass and the latter immediately pushes his ass out, presenting.
“You have such a gorgeous ass, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung salivates. He brings his hand down, making a loud slap echo across the room and a whimper escape from Jimin. The muscle jiggles under Taehyung’s fingers and a red imprint of his hand is left behind. He squeezes the flesh in his hands and grinds his cock along the cleft.
Jimin’s hands are pressed hard against the glass and his breath is fogging up the window. Taehyung noses along his shoulder blades, inhaling his scent. It makes him dizzy with want.
“Just fuck me alr- ah!” Jimin cries out when Taehyung thrusts in unexpectedly. “Fuck!” Taehyung is gripping Jimin’s hips, undoubtedly leaving bruises. He manhandles Jimin’s hips so he’s fucking himself on Taehyung’s dick, avoiding his prostate on purpose, only chasing his own pleasure. Jimin’s breathiness and little sounds are music to his ears and it makes his head reel.
“Anybody looking up at this window can see you being fucked by me, Jimin-ah. Do you like that? You like being watched?” Jimin mewls in response, pushing back against Taehyung, trying to get the angle right. Taehyung feels his climax approaching, but he wants it to last a little longer. He pulls out of Jimin, the latter whining at the emptiness. He flips Jimin around so his back is sticking to the cold glass.
He lifts Jimin up effortlessly. “Hold onto my neck.” Jimin’s small hands loop around his shoulders and Taehyung’s arms support Jimin from under his knees, the omega’s feet almost resting on his shoulders. In this position, the alpha can see Jimin’s hole flutter in anticipation, slick dripping to the floor. He slides in smoothly, hips flush with Jimin’s ass. They both let out a groan, Taehyung’s palms now leaving imprints on the glass.
He starts his thrusts slow, but powerful, leaving Jimin clawing at his back. He speeds up chasing his orgasm, shifting closer to Jimin so he feels his breath on his lips. Jimin’s dick is slapping between them, fully hard again and red with the need to cum. His knot is starting to inflate, slightly catching on Jimin’s rim with every thrust.
“Come in me, alpha. Want you to knot me,” Jimin begs.
“Omega wants my knot, huh?” Taehyung repeats, huffing out every word.
“Only thing I want, alpha.”
“Was it those alphas from the meeting that triggered your heat, Jimin-ah? Those new pheromones that got your omega all riled up?” Taehyung taunts.
“Nghh, n-no!” Jimin starts, throwing his head back against the window. “It’s you, alpha, it’s only you.” Jimin is frowning, his eyes pinched shut. “Pl-please, alpha. Need to cum. Want to cum, can I- can I cum, please?” Jimin blabbers desperately.
“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetheart. Of course you can cum,” Taehyung says in his most soothing voice. Jimin starts to clench around him and Taehyung can’t hold on much longer. The extra tightness pushes him over the edge. He thrusts one more time, locking himself inside Jimin as his knot inflates and ropes of cum shoot inside the condom.
Feeling Taehyung unravel over him and his knot stretching out his hole makes Jimin come for the third time that night. He trembles in Taehyung’s arms and lets out pitiful whines, gripping his shoulders tightly. When he comes down from his most intense orgasm of the night, he collapses in Taehyung’s arms, thoroughly spent. Taehyung is breathing hard against his ear and they stay pressed to the window.
Several minutes later, Taehyung lets Jimin’s legs down and the latter wraps them around his waist. The alpha leads them to the bed and lays down on his back, Jimin sprawled over him. It doesn’t take long for the omega to fall asleep, head resting against Taehyung’s chest, his hair tickling his chin. Taehyung sighs. He reaches for the discarded blankets and covers their bodies so they don’t get cold during the night. He rests his hands over the small of Jimin’s back, feeling strangely protective. He doesn’t have to think about it for long because sleep pulls at his eyelids.
He’ll have to text his manager tomorrow morning that they’re staying a bit longer than what was planned.
~
The next week, when Taehyung passes by Jimin’s cubicle, he pauses at the doorway. It seems like the other wants to tell him something, but he gives up and heads back to his office. Jimin doesn’t follow. Ever since they came back from the trip, the atmosphere between them has been... awkward, at best. They aren’t actively avoiding each other, but there is enough of a coldness between them that Seokjin notices.
“Did you guys fight?” he asks, walking into Jimin’s cubicle and sitting in the spare chair.
“Uh, not exactly,” Jimin hesitates.
“Want to expand on that?” Seokjin prods.
“Not really?” Jimin continues typing at his computer.
Seokjin fixes him with a gaze that says I know you don’t want to, but I’m going to force it out of you anyway.
Jimin sighs. “He got mad at me for something stupid and then we got into a petty argument over his sex life. Then I got hit with my heat in the middle of the night and we fucked for 4 days straight. Happy?” He says flatly, his eyes never straying from his screen.
Seokjin looks taken aback. “Sounds like an eventful week.” A beat of silence filled only by the clacking of Jimin’s keyboard. “How do you feel about it?”
“I don’t know, okay?” he exclaims, slamming his hands on the keyboard. He lowers his head. “I’m sorry, hyung, I shouldn’t have yelled.”
“It’s okay, Jimin-ah. You’re clearly going through something, hyung is here if you want to talk.”
“It’s just- he’s my boss, you know? I shouldn’t have slept with him in the first place, I know, but I can feel that my omega is pulled toward him, like it already chose it’s mate,” he despairs. “It’s like I’m a separate person from my omega. I feel so wrong, I shouldn’t be feeling like this, hyung. It’s scary, I don’t want to be attracted to him, he’s not someone I want to be with. But he makes my omega feel good, at peace. I don’t know what to do.”
“Hey, listen to me. You’re going to be okay,” Seokjin starts, putting his hand on Jimin’s forearm. “I agree, Taehyung is not… the best alpha. But he’s not inherently bad. It’s true, he’s made less than smart decisions in the time I’ve been here, but he cares for people too.” Jimin sniffles, wiping a tear off his cheek. “You shared an intimate part of your life with him, it’s normal for your omega to feel like his alpha is your life partner. Sit on it for a while, but maybe you should listen to what your omega is telling you.” Jimin opens his mouth to protest, but Seokjin lifts a hand to stop him. “I’m not telling you to mate him. I’m saying that maybe your biology is expressing something that your heart is repressing.”
Jimin doesn’t agree with his hyung, but he doesn’t want to fight, so he just nods.
“I’m always here if you need to talk, okay?” he squeezes Jimin’s shoulder as he leaves the cubicle.
The following days don’t hold much change. However, Jimin does notice that Taehyung throws winks at unsuspecting victims, who immediately blush under the attention of such a handsome alpha. Jimin tries to convince himself he isn't jealous and that he absolutely doesn’t care.
They don’t interact unless it’s important business between a boss and his secretary. Clearly, Taehyung couldn’t care less about their situation. Jimin pretends he isn’t bothered by it.
On Monday morning, after a weekend filled with inner debates and decisions, Jimin arrives at work a new person, having decided that if Taehyung didn’t want to have anything to do with him, it was for the best. He greets people on his way in, coffee in hand, stops to chat with the nice beta three cubicles away, who always brings different baked goods to her colleagues. He decides he should definitely bring her something as thanks. He breezes past Seokjin’s cubicle with a bright “Good morning!” and enters his own space.
He goes to set his coffee down on his desk, when he notices that there is already a steaming hot cup of coffee on his desk. He peers at it curiously. No one ever gets him a coffee in the morning, this is effectively not part of the routine.
“Did you see anyone enter my cubicle, hyung?” He questions Seokjin as he rounds the corner of his colleague's office.
“Hmm? Oh, no I didn’t notice anyone going in. Why?”
“Someone got me coffee,” he states.
“Oooh, have you gotten yourself a secret admirer?” Seokjin wiggles his eyebrows.
“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. Do you think it’s spiked? Should I drink it?”
“Now who’s being ridiculous? Of course it’s not spiked, it’s fine, trust me,” Seokjin assures.
Jimin narrows his eyes at him. “Okay, if you say so. Wait, is it you?” He accuses Seokjin.
“What? Me? Don’t fool yourself, Jimin-ah. Besides, I already have a person to focus all my attention on.”
“Hyung? You didn’t tell me! You have a boyfriend?”
“Well, we haven’t made it official yet, but yeah I guess,” he answers fondly.
“I want to meet this person! When can we organize a dinner or something?”
“Well, next weekend I’m free, I’ll have to ask- wait this isn’t about me! We’re talking about you!”
Jimin laughs and promises his hyung that their conversation isn’t over. He is still suspicious of his drink, so he sniffs it before taking a sip, as if that would give any tampering away. Surprisingly, it tastes exactly like he takes his own coffee. Someone has been paying attention.
Every day for the following week, when he gets to his desk, he is greeted with a coffee, always prepared the way he likes it. He is curious about who the culprit is, but he won't complain about getting free tasty coffee and not the one from the breakroom. Plus, he hasn’t died yet, so his drinks have probably not been spiked with poison.
Seokjin is very interested in his secret admirer. He thinks it’s romantic. Jimin thinks that if this person wanted to be romantic, they would at least leave a note or flowers. This is just coffee.
The next Monday, he gets to his desk and his morning coffee is indeed waiting for him, seemingly freshly made.
“There’s a note with it, this time,” Seokjin pops his head over the divider between their two offices.
Jimin nearly jumps out of his seat. “Oh my god, you scared me. Don’t do that,” he gasps, clutching his chest where his heart is. “Have you been spying on my coffee person?”
“Coffee person? That’s so dull. Find a better name for them, please. And no, I haven’t been spying, I’ve been intensely observing, there’s a difference.”
“So you know who it is?” Jimin squints his eyes.
“Uhhhh, maybe?” Seokjin hesitates.
“Who? Please tell me, I can’t stand not knowing anymore!”
“Uh-uh, you have to find out on your own. Read the paper, maybe it’ll give you a clue,” Seokjin suggests, quickly disappearing back into his cubicle.
Jimin sighs at his hyung’s antics. He spots the folded piece of paper tucked underneath the cup and he reaches for it, opening it. There are only two words written on it:
I’m sorry.
“I’m sorry?” Cogs are turning in his brain and suddenly it clicks. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” He exclaims, stalking through the door straight to the office of the man who is ruining his life.
He shoves the door open, not bothering to knock and he immediately regrets his decision. Sitting on the desk is a beautiful woman, an omega judging by her sweet scent, Taehyung standing between her legs, hands on her thighs. At the sound of the door slamming open, he whips his head towards it, surprised, and is met with Jimin’s steely gaze. The latter stands there and crosses his arms, conveying that he’s not leaving before talking to the alpha. Taehyung whispers something in her ear and she gets off the desk, walking to the exit. As she passes Jimin, she winks at him and flips her hair over her shoulder with a smirk. The sound of her heels clicking away is like someone pounding a nail inside his head.
“You should knock before coming in here, you know,” Taehyung says calmly.
“I didn’t know I needed to. Are you sleeping with all your employees?”
“Wow, I see your view of me hasn’t changed. Although it’s none of your business, I’m not sleeping with her, she's not my type,” he assures, stepping towards Jimin.
“Well you two seemed awfully close,” he accuses.
“Jimin, that was nothing, we were talk-”
“Well your hands on her thighs obviously screams platonic,” he says sarcastically. “I’m sure you and her are great colleagues.”
“Jimin, are you jealous?” he asks, coming even closer. Jimin turns his head away from him.
“Of course not, I just don’t want her to fall into your trap,” he mumbles.
“Jimin, look at me,” he cups Jimin’s face between his hands, connecting their gazes again, their noses are almost brushing. His heart flutters at the proximity and oh, he doesn’t remember it ever doing that. “I’m gay, Jimin. Women are not my type, you don't have to worry about her.”
“I wasn’t,” he insists.
“Then what’s got you into a tizzy?”
Jimin slams the note he’s holding into Taehyung’s chest, knocking the latter’s arms away. “This! Is this really your way of apologizing? I really hope it isn’t because you’re going to be disappointed.”
Taehyung puts his hand over Jimin’s, taking the piece of paper from his fingers. He sighs and leans on the edge of his desk. He rubs a hand over his face and through his hair, messing it up.
“I didn’t know how to approach you, Jimin,” he admits.
“How about a ‘Hey Jimin, can I talk to you?’”
“You really didn’t seem like you wanted anything to do with me, to be honest.”
“Even if that were the case, I would have listened to an apology, Taehyung. I’m here now, let’s have it.”
“I- I hate talking about my feelings, I don’t know how to express them, Jimin-ah.”
“Well, I’d like you to try, because I deserve an apology. Until I get one, I’m pretending like I have nothing to do with you.”
“Okay, um. I shouldn’t have yelled at you back at the hotel,” Jimin nods along. “I was feeling really anxious and,” he puts a finger up to silence Jimin, who was going to interrupt. “I know that’s not a reason to blow up at people, but I tend to get very controlling of my things when I’m like that. I’m sorry I took it out on you, you didn’t deserve it.”
He lifts his eyes to Jimin’s, after looking at the floor for his little speech, searching for a sign of forgiveness.
“What about the part where you actually used something I wrote down?” he asks, coming closer to the alpha.
“Ah,” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “You noticed that? I guess I did, hah. Thank you,” he mumbles under his breath.
“I didn’t quite hear that,” Jimin teases, lifting his chin with a finger.
“Thank you, Jimin,” he repeats, settling his hands on Jimin’s hips and pulling him between his legs.
“See? That wasn’t so hard?” As he gets closer to Taehyung, Jimin can smell the alpha's scent get thicker with arousal. “Are you going to yell at me again, Taetae?” Their lips are brushing and it takes every ounce of energy in Jimin to keep him from crashing their lips together.
Taehyung shakes his head, melting at the nickname. His eyes search his face frantically. It’s the first time Jimin sees Taehyung in this state and he just wants to bundle him up and protect him from the dangers of the world. But he doesn’t. Instead, he presses his thumb against his bottom lip, pulling it down until it bounces back.
“Good. Now, you have to let me go because I have work to do,” he pats him on the chest.
“Jimin-ah,” Taehyung pouts. “I just got you back.” He punctuates his words with a squeeze of Jimin’s butt.
Jimin’s expression falters a bit at that, but he recovers fast enough that he thinks Taehyung doesn’t notice. Because of course Taehyung only wants him for sex, Jimin should know that by now.
“Nuh-uh, I need to get things done so you can be on top of your things,” he refuses, shoving a finger in his chest.
Once Taehyung lets him go, not without trying to bargain, Jimin heads out the office, making sure to sway his hips a little more than usual. He chances a look behind him and as he expected, Taehyung is staring after him, practically drooling, eyes full of want. Jimin smirks to himself. He’ll have to exert some self control.
Over the next week, they work closer together. Taehyung discusses his ideas more with Jimin, who is happy to be of aid. Seokjin throws him knowing looks every time they cross each other, but Jimin tries to avoid that particular topic of discussion. Taehyung corners Jimin in every room, but they never get past a brief makeout or grinding session before someone interrupts them. They pretend to be discussing work, but their swollen lips and shallow breathing are dead giveaways.
Jimin is on break when he feels Taehyung slide up behind him. He circles his arms around his waist and lightly bites the place where his shoulder and neck meet. Jimin nearly drops his coffee cup on the floor.
“Taehyung,” he exhales. Taehyung’s scent envelops him and he leans back into his embrace. Today, his usual rainwater scent is a bit more tainted with rose. “You can’t just do that.” He puts his coffee down (it’s safer on the table) and turns in his arms.
“You seemed to like it, though,” Taehyung teases.
“Never said I didn’t.” Jimin wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck and pulls him down into a messy kiss. Their tongues immediately twirl together, dancing a dance only they know the steps to. Jimin can taste the gum he was chewing previously and tries to lick the minty flavor away. The push and pull of their mouths is making obscene sounds, but Jimin couldn’t care less. Taehyung is crowding him against the table and he can feel his half hard dick against his thigh. Taehyung suddenly sucks his tongue, making Jimin let out a pornographic moan.
He pulls away, surprised by his action, only for Taehyung to chase his lips. Jimin smiles.
“Tae, we’re in a breakroom. Anyone could come in,” Jimin tries to reason.
“Although I know for a fact you would like that, I took the initiative to lock the door this time,” he smirks as he leans over Jimin.
“There’s literally a microwave beside us” he deadpans.
Taehyung laughs. “Sweetheart, we can always move to the wall.”
“Actually, I don’t want to fuck,” Jimin decides. Taehyung raises his eyebrows. “How do you feel about a blowjob?” Jimin asks, finger trailing along his collarbones.
He sees a shiver wrack through Taehyung’s frame. “I would love having your mouth on my dick, Park Jimin.”
Jimin backs Taehyung towards the opposite wall until he can’t anymore. He settles his hands on Taehyung’s pecs and drags his hands down his sides, stopping to let his thumbs graze over his nipples through his shirt, eliciting a choked moan from the taller. Jimin’s hands continue their path down his body until they reach the hem of his pants. They do a quick job of unbuckling Taehyung’s belt and slowly bring his pants to the floor.
Jimin kneels in front of Taehyung and looks up, catching the other already looking down at him. He settles his hands on his hips for balance and starts mouthing at the bulge through Taehyung’s underwear. He mouths along the shape of his dick with his lips, making sure to give extra attention to the tip. He can hear Taehyung’s breath get more ragged. He can feel the wetness from Taehyung’s precum under his tongue and he makes sure to dampen the area with his saliva.
Once he’s satisfied with his work, he slides Taehyung’s underwear down his thighs, where it joins his pants on the floor. He takes the shaft in his hand and gives a first stroke. His hand is so small around Taehyung: he can barely close his fingers around him. He looks up at Taehyung in wonder. The latter is looking down at him with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“So small, Jimin-ah, will it even fit in your mouth?” Taehyung taunts.
He scoffs. “Of course, I’m not an amateur.”
He flattens his tongue at the base of the alpha’s dick, and licks a fat stripe to the tip, where he collects the bead of precum with his tongue. He spits in his hand to make the slide easier and starts twisting his hand up and down Taehyung’s cock to bring it to full hardness.
“ ‘s too dry,” Taehyung lets him know.
Jimin takes this as his cue to finally engulf the head of Taehyung’s dick with his mouth. The latter throws his head back, not expecting it. A moan escapes from his lips and washes over Jimin.
He takes the time to give all his attention to the tip, using his tongue to graze the ridge of the gland and twirl around the head. He grips the base with his fist as he starts going lower and lower, until he feels Taehyung’s cock hit the back of his throat. The sensation makes him moan, sending vibrations through Taehyung’s body and causing his dick to twitch inside Jimin’s mouth.
“You look sinful choking on my dick, Jimin-ah. The most beautiful masterpiece right in front of me.”
The praise goes straight to Jimin dick, which hasn’t been touched since they started. He palms himself through his pants and rolls his eyes back at the relief.
“Uh-uh, you don’t have permission to touch yourself yet. You have to concentrate on me first,” Taehyung chides.
Jimin looks up at him with puppy eyes, begging silently.
“I’ll take care of you after you make me cum, I promise.”
At his words, Jimin starts to move up and down Taehyung’s length enthusiastically, what he can’t get with his mouth, his hands take care of. Every time he gets to the tip, he circles his tongue around before sinking back down. He continues with that motion, Taehyung making the most beautiful noises above him, until he feels the alpha’s hand settle in his soft hair and tug him off. He pops off with a filthy sound, drool running down his chin and dripping onto Taehyung’s hard, red cock underneath.
“Let me fuck your mouth?” he pleads, breathing heavily. Jimin nods, unable to make any words move past his lips.
Taehyung’s grip in his hair tightens as he guides his cock to Jimin’s mouth. He traces Jimin’s lips with the tip, smearing precum over them like it’s lipstick. Jimin’s pupils are blown wide and his jaw is open, ready to get ruined. Taehyung pushes in gently and starts rocking his hips slowly into the tight heat. He groans, shutting his eyes.
Jimin’s hands go to rest against his thighs, urging him to go faster. Jimin’s nose meets coarse hair with every roll of hips. The tip of Taehyung’s cock is hitting the back of his throat, making him gag and let out the filthiest noises. His fingers are squeezing Taehyung’s thighs for leverage and he can feel the burn of the rug underneath his knees.
Taehyung switches from rocking his hips to pulling on Jimin’s hair to guide him along his cock.
“Look at you. You were made for sucking my cock, Jimin-ah. Doing such a good job, sweetheart,” Taehyung praises, out of breath. Jimin looks up at the alpha and meets his dark gaze. His eyes are black with lust, his curls are sticking to his forehead and his cheeks are flushed red. He is the most beautiful view Jimin has ever seen. He is overcome with the need to make the alpha cum in his mouth, so he starts to use his tongue again, and swallows around his cock.
Taehyung hisses and his hips stutter, so Jimin takes control again, sucking on his dick as if it were a straw. Taehyung tries to warn him, but it’s too late: he feels Taehyung’s cum land on his tongue, down his throat, hot and sticky. He is so concentrated he doesn’t notice one of Taehyung’s hands fly from his hair to hit the wall, in utter bliss. Jimin’s eyes are closed as he swallows every last drop of the sweet-ish substance and the next thing he knows, he is being pulled off Taehyung’s dick.
Coming out of his heady state, he notices that he is drenched in water. Not only that, the sprinklers above their heads are shooting out water, trying to extinguish a nonexisting fire. An alarm is blaring through the room, making his eardrums want to burst. He turns to Taehyung who looks absolutely mortified.
“What the hell is happening?” he asks, looking at Taehyung through the wet strands of his hair, his voice hoarse from his throat being abused. He brings a hand to his jaw, trying to massage the soreness away.
“Uhhh, I may have hit the fire alarm by accident?” he cringes at his words. Instead of being mad, however, Jimin bursts out laughing, throwing his body into Taehyung’s, who catches him before he topples over.
“My stroke game is so good that you pulled down a fire alarm without realizing?” he manages to get out, still wheezing.
“Don’t get too cocky, now. Your head won’t get through the door frame,” Taehyung tries to sound admonishing, but a smile is tugging at his lips.
“I will 100% hold this against you forever,” Jimin promises, looking smug.
“Well, as much as I’d like to stay here and avoid further embarrassment, we better get outside before they send firefighters looking for us. Which would be even more embarrassing,” Taehyung suggests, blush still resting high on his cheeks. Taehyung’s arms drop from where he was holding him, and the latter moves away. He puts his clothes back on hastily and they make their way outside where their coworkers are huddled together, debating about the reason behind the sudden fire alarm.
Jimin meets Seokjin’s gaze and he is immediately upon them.
“Well, well, well. Where have you two been?” he questions, eyes full of mischief.
As a way of avoiding the interrogation, Taehyung makes his way to the first firefighter he spots to make himself useful and explain that this is a mistake. They watch him leave and Seokjin turns his gaze on Jimin.
“Are you gonna spill the tea or am I going to have to force it out of you?”
“Why do you even think this has anything to do with Taehyung and I?” Jimin tries to avoid the questioning.
“I don’t,” he twirls a pen that he still has between his fingers. “But now I do. What happened when you two were getting it off?”
“We weren’t getting it off, Jin hyung,” he rolls his eyes.
“Oh, you can cut it out, Jimin-ah. You know I’m aware of the little thing that’s going on between you two, I’m literally your confidante.”
“Okay, okay,” he can’t help but smile at his hyung. “I was giving him a blowjob in the breakroom-”
“Jimin! Now that room is cursed forever. Goodbye morning coffee,” Seokjin interrupts, looking forlorn.
“Don’t be dramatic, hyung.”
“I will literally never be able to get the image out of my head every time I step into that room now.”
“Anyway, let’s just say that he was so overwhelmed by my amazing skills that he accidentally pulled down the fire alarm, and now here we are.”
There are a few seconds of silence, after which Seokjin bursts out laughing, Jimin joining in. He spots Taehyung throw a glance their way, and he sends a wink before turning back to Seokjin.
The next morning, Jimin walks into the office with a pep in his step, greeting everyone as he passes by. He plops down at his desk and sheds his coat off.
“What’s got you so happy this morning Jimin-ah?” Seokjin questions, bringing him a cup of coffee.
“Reasons. Thanks for the coffee,” he answers as he takes a sip.
“Mhm, okay stay cryptic,” Seokjin smirks.
Jimin smiles and turns back to his work. He stays immersed in his work all morning until he goes to take a sip from his coffee, finding it empty. Heading towards the break room, he gets intercepted by a tall alpha. The hand on his forearm makes him stop in his tracks.
“Wha- oh hi,” he greets the man. He’s seen him around the office, but he’s never talked to him.
“Hello, Jimin-ah,” he greets. The familiarity is a bit off putting and Jimin opens his mouth to say so, but is interrupted. “You look awfully pretty, today.” He smiles at him, loosening his grip on Jimin’s arm, but not releasing him.
“Um, thank you? I’m sorry, what is your name?” he asks, bringing his arm back to his side. The compliment doesn’t have the same effect coming from the mouth of a near stranger as it usually does.
“Kim Jihoon. I work two cubicles away from you. I wanted to ask you if you would go out for drinks with me tonight?” His hand finds his way to Jimin’s side, causing him to tense up. “We could go back to my place after.”
“I appreciate the offer,” he starts, trying to move away from the other’s hand. He is quite insistent because he steps towards Jimin, crowding him against the wall. “But I don’t know you, Jihoon-ssi.”
“All the more reason to go out with me,” he insists.
“I must decline,” Jimin repeats. He feels his hand tighten around his waist. “Take your hands off me, Jihoon-ssi. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
“Not until you accept my offer,” he smirks, but it doesn’t hold any warmth in it.
“I told you-“
“Move away from him,” comes a growl to Jimin’s left. He whips his head, expecting to meet Taehyung’s eyes, but the latter’s gaze is fixed on the other alpha, throwing daggers at him. He approaches them when Jihoon doesn’t move and grabs him by the collar. He rips him away from Jimin and slams him against the wall.
“Taehyung-” Jimin tries to get his attention.
“I said, move away from him,” he seethes through his teeth. “He clearly doesn’t appreciate your attention, so I would advise you to back off.”
Jihoon doesn’t even flinch at Taehyung’s threat. “And who is he to you that you become this protective over him, huh?” he chuckles.
“That isn’t a way to speak to your boss,” Taehyung spits. “Stay away from him, or your job will be on the line. I don’t want an asshole like you representing me.”
Jihoon doesn’t laugh at that. A low growl starts in his chest and if he actually had wolf ears, they would be flattened on his head. Both alphas stand there, Taehyung holding Jihoon against the wall, growling at each other, their alphas trying to best the other.
“Taehyung!” Jimin says louder. The latter whips his head towards him, as if realizing Jimin was still there. “Let him go.”
Taehyung turns back towards Jihoon. “I don’t want to catch you near him again,” he warns, before shoving him one last time into the wall and letting him go. Jihoon dusts himself off and stalks towards the end of the hallway.
“What the hell was that?” Jimin snaps as Taehyung approaches him.
“You were uncomfortable, I had to do something,” he says, as though it was obvious.
“I was handling it fine. I don’t need an alpha to come to my rescue, Taehyung. An omega can defend themselves fine without the help of an alpha,” Jimin scolds, annoyed.
“Woah, where is this coming from? I never said you needed an alpha to save you,” Taehyung implores, genuinely confused.
“You implied it, as if you had to intervene because I’m an omega helpless in the hands of an alpha that isn’t you,” Jimin tries to explain, trying to reign in his anger.
“Jimin, this has nothing to do with my ego,” he stops at Jimin’s glare. “Well, okay, my alpha didn’t appreciate it, but that’s not the point! He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, Jimin, and you know that as well as I do.” Jimin drops his gaze to the floor and wraps an arm around himself. “I know you can fend for yourself, believe me, you’re one of the feistiest, bravest omegas I know, but he was hurting you, I couldn’t let that pass.”
“Since when did you get so emotional over me?” Jimin asks, a glint in his eyes.
Taehyung clears his throat and stands straighter. “I’m not. I would have done that for any employee, as a boss.”
“Mhm, of course. Because you’re my boss and nothing more, right?” He lifts his head to lock eyes with Taehyung.
“Right.” Jimin sees something flash in his eyes, but it was so fast that he probably imagined it.
A moment of silence passes before Taehyung breaks it again.
“Are you okay, though?” He steps forward, seemingly genuinely concerned and it makes Jimin’s heart squeeze in his chest.
“I’ll be fine, Taehyung, I’m used to it,” he looks up and forces a smile.
Taehyung’s eyes cloud over and he seems to hesitate over something before letting it go. “Anyway, I came to find you so I could tell you something.”
Jimin looks up expectantly.
“Let’s go to my office, it’ll be more private.”
Stepping into his office, Taehyung stays close to Jimin instead of going to sit at his desk. “Before I tell you the news can I scent you? Because that prick’s scent is all over you and I can’t concentrate.”
Jimin was not expecting that and his eyes widen in surprise. He knows he should refuse. This goes against every rule of conduct in the book. Scenting is reserved for romantic relationships, to show that they are taken. He knows this is a bad decision, but just the idea of it makes his whole body tingle.
“It’s okay if you don’t-”
“No, do it.”
It’s Taehyung’s turn to be surprised, but he pulls Jimin in by the waist and immediately starts scenting him. He trails his nose over the shapes of his face, causing Jimin to flutter his eyes shut. He moves to his neck and collarbones, where he takes his time. Jimin feels enveloped in his fresh spring scent, his body relaxes in Taehyung’s hold.
“Better,” Taehyung whispers. “Now you smell like your alpha.”
Jimin doesn’t correct him.
“What did you want to tell me?” Jimin diverges the subject.
“Okay, I wanted you to be the first to know because you were there with me,” he pauses. “We got the deal.”
“The big one? We got it?” Jimin’s smile starts to grow.
“The one we went to Japan for, yeah,” Taehyung’s smile matches his.
“Are you serious?”
Taehyung nods and he suddenly finds himself with an armful of Jimin. “Yeah, I’m serious.” He squeezes Jimin to his chest and the latter wraps his legs around him.
“I’m so proud of you,” Jimin whispers, cradling Taehyung’s head between his hands. Taehyung seems almost fond before he realizes their position and promptly puts Jimin down. The latter flushes and pats down invisible wrinkles on his clothes as he takes a step back.
Taehyung sits down at his desk and pretends to do something on his computer. “I want you to be my right hand man for this project.”
“Really? Aren’t there other people who have better experience than me in this field that can help you instead?”
“Do you not want to do it?” Taehyung looks up from his screen.
“No! I absolutely want to! But I thi-”
“Then it’s settled. I think it would be better if you come and work with me in my office from now on. It would be more efficient.” It’s unnerving how fast Taehyung could switch from flirty to detached in a matter of seconds.
“O-okay, I’ll get my stuff then.”
Over the course of the next few weeks, Jimin finds himself working by Taehyung’s side, often taking up half of his desk. They easily bounce ideas off of each other and come up with excellent pilot projects to present to their client. It’s the most they’ve worked together since Jimin’s been hired and other than several disagreements and small fights, they discover they are great partners.
It’s Friday afternoon, Jimin is sitting on the floor of Taehyung’s office, papers spread all around him and pen tapping on the carpet floor, when his phone pings with an incoming message. He finds his phone under a stack of papers and reads the message from Seokjin:
heading to a bar downtown with a couple of friends, you're invited unless you're too busy banging the boss ;)
He rolls his eyes with a smile. His phone tells him it is actually past 10 pm. He didn’t think it was that late. He types a quick response.
don’t worry, we’re being PG 13, but I’ll have to rain check. Have fun tho!
He feels a bit bad because it has been a long time since he’s seen Seokjin for more than ten minutes. Taehyung, however, doesn’t let him dwell on it.
“It’s really late, we should stop working for today. We’ll pick it up again on Monday,” he announces, stretching back in his chair.
“No, I can stay a bit longer. I was on the edge of figuring this thing out,” Jimin protests, going back to the white sheets in front of him. For some reason, the writing is swimming in front of his eyes.
“Jimin-ah, don’t be stubborn. You’re tired, I’m tired, let’s just go home,” Taehyung sighs.
“You go ahead, I’ll leave in half an hour, max,” he looks up to Taehyung, who had made his way in front of Jimin.
“I know you won’t. You’ll be here until midnight if I don’t make you leave,” he states, hands in his pockets. “Don’t argue with me, Jimin, you know I’m right.”
Jimin sighs in defeat. He hates that Taehyung is right. He would stay until the wee hours of the morning if he wasn’t satisfied with his work. He gets up and takes his coat and scarf from the closet.
“Are you hungry? We could - I don’t know - do you want to get ramen or something?”
Jimin pauses as he’s wrapping his scarf around his neck. He would never have expected Taehyung to suggest spending time with him outside of work. He turns around and catches his timid gaze.
“Yeah, sure,” he smiles, slipping his coat on.
They take the elevator down in silence and when they step outside, the cold wind whips in their faces. Jimin burrows further into his scarf.
The sound of roaring traffic makes it impossible to hold a conversation, so they walk side by side in silence. Jimin has no idea where Taehyung is headed, so he diligently keeps up with him, taking two steps for each of his. The man walks fast and is taller than Jimin so by the time they arrive at a street food stall, Jimin is out of breath.
“Do you want tteokbokki instead?” the alpha questions.
“Sure,” Jimin manages to say, trying to catch his breath. The night is so cold, his breath puffs out in clouds when he exhales. He shoves his hands inside his coat.
Taehyung comes back from the vendor with two plates of tteokbokki and hands one to Jimin who whispers a silent thank you. He immediately mourns the heat of the inside of his pockets. They go sit on a bench near the Han river as they dig into their food, quietly listening to the water flow.
“Do you think it’ll snow this year?” Jimin ponders out loud.
“I wouldn’t be surprised. We’ll probably get some flakes,” Taehyung answers, eyes never straying from his food.
“I hope it does.” There’s a beat of silence and then he adds, “I love the snow.”
“Why?” Taehyung scoffs. “All it brings is coldness and it makes the streets disgusting when it inevitably gets hotter the next day. Cars and roads freeze over and it’s impossible to get to work, all it does is cause misery.”
“Do you really believe that?” Jimin turns to the alpha. He nods.
“Well, have you ever thought that it makes people happy, too? When the first snow falls, children run outside and build snowmen or have snowball fights. They probably catch a cold, but it’s all worth it because they have so much fun. The world looks all fluffy and it makes you want to bundle up with your loved ones and make hot chocolate and put up Christmas lights. It’s a joyful time of year,” Jimin trails off, lost in his thoughts.
“I don’t like children or Christmas,” Taehyung deadpans.
“Okay, but you can still appreciate the beauty of it.”
“Meh, I still prefer the hot weather.”
“As you wish, but you’re missing out.”
“You can’t force me to like something, Jimin,” he says, anger at the edge of his voice.
“I know that. I’m sorry if it came out that way, I didn’t mean to provoke you,” Jimin turns towards the other, brows pinched in a frown.
“It’s fine. Let’s go, I’m starting to get cold,” he gets up and Jimin follows. They throw their plates in the trash and walk down the path lining the Han.
“Tell me about a happy memory you have,” Jimin asks, trying to lighten the mood.
Taehyung stays silent for a moment. “I’m not a very happy person, Jimin.”
“I’ve noticed,” he mumbles. “I’m sure you can remember a moment when you were happy, c’mon.” He elbows him gently and looks up at him.
The corner of Taehyung’s mouth quirks up a little bit before he becomes pensive again.
“When I was young, I used to spend a lot of time in the kitchen with my mother and grandma. I helped them bake all sorts of things, from cakes to eclairs to breads. We had a lot of fun,” he reminisces, looking up at the sky.
“You must be quite the baker,” Jimin remarks.
“I used to be. I always made a mess of the ingredients and we laughed,” he chuckles at the memory. “But I got better at it. It was one of the few things I loved to do. I must be shit at it now since it’s been a while.”
“What made you stop?”
Taehyung halts and turns towards the river. Jimin almost bumps into him.
“They died.”
Jimin looks at him, searching his face for any trace of emotion, but his face is like stone.
“I haven’t been able to bake anything since they passed away,” he looks up to the sky again. Jimin follows his gaze. He grazes the sleeve of Taehyung’s coat, debating if his next action will be a mistake. He reaches Taehyung’s hand and slips his fingers between the other’s. The alpha freezes, but eventually relaxes. “When my grandfather died, my grandma took me outside to look at the sky and told me that he had become a star. I like to imagine that they became stars too and joined him in our galaxy.”
“That’s beautiful. You love them a lot, I can tell,” Jimin replies softly, leaning his head on Taehyung’s shoulder.
“I do. I miss them every day. They were all I had.”
“What about your father?”
“I don’t want to talk about my father.” The anger returns to his voice and he starts walking again.
Jimin doesn’t ask further questions, he enjoys the weight of Taehyung’s hand in his for the moment, as he doesn’t know when he’ll get to feel it again. They walk in silence, acknowledging nothing.
“I live close by, do you want to stay over? It’s pretty late and I have a spare bed I can make up for you,” Jimin offers shyly.
“Thanks, but I don’t live too far away and I’d like to walk a little bit,” he kindly refuses.
Jimin nods. He tries to quell the rejection his omega is feeling. It’s stupid, of course he wouldn’t accept his offer. They’re still practically strangers and Taehyung is still his boss. His omega is out of line.
He guides Taehyung down the streets leading to his apartment. It’s a quiet neighborhood. The neighbors in his apartment building are friendly and they don’t disturb him too much.
“This is me,” he announces standing in front of a tall building.
“Do you want me to accompany you to your door?”
“That’s okay. Thank you.” He feels his omega raging inside him once again. It feels wrong to reject an alpha trying to ‘protect’ him. Taehyung is not courting him, Taehyung is just another alpha, they don’t have any amorous relationship. Convincing himself, his omega, of this is difficult, but necessary.
However, when they separate their hands and turn towards each other, he is unable to go inside. He is pinned under the alpha’s gaze, enchanted by the sparkle he probably mistakes to be fondness.
They stand in the cold in front of Jimin’s apartment building for an immeasurable amount of time, tracing each other’s features with their eyes, both pretending not to be entranced. Jimin discovers the alpha has a constellation of moles on his face, one underneath his eyelid, one on the tip of his nose and just below his bottom lip, one that he has an irrepressible urge to kiss. He doesn’t.
“It’s snowing,” Jimin remarks, face turning to the sky, feeling the coldness of the snowflakes that gently fall and melt on his face. He feels a smile take over his face. This is the kind of snow he loves.
Next to him, Taehyung is not facing the sky, but is rather staring at the omega next to him. “You’re right, it is quite beautiful,” he whispers, eyes fixed on the omega’s bright expression.
When Jimin starts shivering, Taehyung insists he heads inside.
“It’s freezing and you should go to bed.”
“You’re sure you don’t want to come inside for a cup of warm tea or cocoa?” Jimin offers.
It’s difficult for Taehyung to refuse such puppy eyes, but he must. “I’ll arrive in the heat of my own apartment fast enough, don’t worry.”
“Alright. Walk safely.”
Before the alpha can leave, Jimin lifts himself on his toes and brings his lips to Taehyung’s cold cheek. He probably lingers a second too long, but as he lowers back down, he is satisfied to see Taehyung’s colored cheeks.
They bid each other goodnight and when their backs are turned, heading in opposite directions, they have an identical smile lighting up their face.
The next week Taehyung is absent from the office, it bothers Jimin more than it should. Taehyung almost never misses work days anymore compared to when Jimin first started, but he is always gone one week per month.
But Jimin is smart. He knows it concurs with his ruts. It’s normal for him to take time off for them, almost every employee does. The thing that bothers him though, is that if Taehyung is indeed spending his ruts during those weeks, he isn’t spending them with Jimin. The thought makes Jimin’s heart pinch in his chest and he tries to ignore it, but he, especially his omega, can’t seem to let it go.
The day Taehyung is due to be back in the office, Jimin decides to dig out a black pleated high waisted skirt instead of his usual pair of pants. He bought it a long time ago and never had the courage to wear it. He decides today will be the day. He slips it on, tucking in his white blouse and looks at himself in his body length mirror as he puts on his blazer.
It hugs his curves just right, making his waist look especially tiny. Turning around, he remarks that it’s just long enough to not be indecent. He smirks. He looks good. He chooses to apply a faint smoky eye and bold red lipstick as makeup, and styles his blond hair up to expose his forehead. He doesn’t forget to adorn his fingers with his multiple rings and chooses to match the outfit with his chunky Chelsea boots.
Getting to the building is not a totally pleasant affair. Looks are thrown his way, both appraising and judgemental, and mostly are alpha gazes, but he ignores them the best he can.
Entering his work space, he gets compliments from most everyone. He is lucky enough to work with a group of people who are progressive and who are not aghast if a man walks in wearing a skirt. The alpha who had cornered him all those weeks ago is nowhere to be seen and Jimin is glad for that.
“Causing up a stir, Jimin-ah?” Seokjin pops his head around his cubicle door. His eyes travel up his body to his face. “I love your outfit, you look hot.”
“Yeah, a lot of people on the subway seemed to think so too,” he sighs.
“Are you okay?” Seokjin makes himself comfortable in the other chair.
“I’m fine. I just hate that every alpha seems to think that my legs are free real estate for their eyes and that they have permission to ogle me just because I’m wearing a skirt.”
“I’m sorry, Jimin-ah, alphas are shitty. If you ever want to change though, I might have a pair of extra pants for you,” he offers.
Jimin thanks him before he heads back to his own cubicle.
All morning, he moves around the office, occupying himself with small tasks. The blinds in Taehyung’s office are shut, meaning he probably isn’t in yet. He sighs to himself. So much for wearing his skirt today. He likes the feel of it however, so it wasn’t all for naught. He thinks he’ll invest in another or two.
He’s refilling his coffee in the break room when someone comes up to him, clearing his throat. He gets an awful sense of deja vu. Turning around to greet his colleague, he is relieved to see a nice beta, whom he’s worked with before.
“Hello, Jimin-ssi,” the man greets shyly with a curt bow.
“Hello,” Jimin greets back, hesitantly.
“I just wanted to say you look great today and that I admire you.” Jimin was about to cut in saying he isn’t interested, but he halts. “When I go shopping with my partner I look at the dresses and the skirts and wish to be courageous enough to buy one, but I’m afraid. How do you do it?”
“Oh. I, uh, it’s actually the first time I wear a skirt so I’m not the courageous man you probably think I am,” he smiles. “I would talk to your partner about it if I were you. They can give you the support you need, but it has to come from yourself too. Believe in yourself, I think a dress would look great on you.”
“Thank you, Jimin-ssi,” he bows again with a blush high in his cheeks and quickly takes his leave.
Jimin chuckles to himself. That was an interesting yet pleasant interaction. He’s glad he can inspire other people to be brave enough to be themselves.
On his way back to his cubicle, he gets intercepted again.
“The boss wants to see you in his office,” the short omega says with a bored look before leaving the way she came.
Jimin frowns. He thought Taehyung wasn’t in today. He makes his way back to his office and knocks before opening the door.
Taehyung looks up from his computer when he enters. He leans back in his chair and gives Jimin a onceover, licking his lips.
“What’s the occasion?” he asks, looking at Jimin with hooded eyes.
“There isn't one. I wore this for myself,” he sips his coffee and props himself on the arm of the couch. His skirt rides up his thigh, exposing more skin, and Taehyung catches the movement with lustful eyes. Jimin smirks in his cup.
“Well, you’re attracting a lot of attention,” Taehyung joins his fingertips together.
“Maybe I want the attention,” he raises his eyebrows, challenging the alpha.
Taehyung’s eyes harden. “You’re here to work, not to flirt,” he clicks his tongue.
“Noted,” Jimin gets up, flattening his skirt. “I’ll go back to work then,” he adds, eyes glinting mischievously.
He goes to grip the handle, but Taehyung’s voice stops him. “Wait,” he sighs in defeat, leaning his head back on his chair. “Come here.”
Jimin makes his way to Taehyung, depositing his mug on the desk. Taehyung reaches out to graze the skin right under the hem of his skirt. Jimin bites his lip to prevent any sound from escaping.
“What, you don’t like that I get attention unless it’s your attention? How possessive of you,” he teases, sitting himself on the desk and crossing his legs.
“I’m not possessive. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taehyung firmly denies.
“I think you’re jealous,” Jimin concludes.
“Am not,” the alpha stays stubborn.
“If you say so. I was thinking about asking Yoonjae over later. He’s cute and he complimented my skirt earlier. I think he’ll say yes. What do you think?” Jimin's voice is laced with mischief, but Taehyung’s brain is buzzing at the information so he doesn’t notice the taunt in his voice.
He grabs Jimin’s waist, hands almost wrapping around completely, and lifts him onto his lap. The omega is straddling Taehyung’s thighs and his knees are digging in the leather of the backrest, but it’s not uncomfortable. Taehyung’s hands are encircling his ribcage, holding him in place.
“You are not going anywhere tonight except your own home, understood? I don’t even want to see you leave with him,” he growls, eyes piercing into Jimin.
“Not possessive, huh?” he whispers. He finds Taehyung’s possessiveness arousing. The fact that an alpha doesn't want to share him makes his omega feel unbelievably satisfied. “You just want to keep me all to yourself,” he whispers, inches away from Taehyung’s mouth. His finger traces along his cheekbone and down the slope of his nose.
“Is that so bad?” Taehyung whispers back, eyes transfixed on Jimin’s red lips.
“No,” he answers honestly. “As long as I get you all to myself too.”
“You’re mine,” Taehyung professes, pulling Jimin closer to his chest. A thrill goes up Jimin’s spine and the butterflies take flight in his stomach. He leans his forehead against the alpha’s and nuzzles his nose.
“I’m yours,” the smaller affirms. He hides his face in Taehyung’s neck, nosing at the scent gland there, while the other wraps his arms tightly around Jimin’s waist. Their scents mingle together making the office smell like a field of blooming flowers. A purr erupts from his chest, but it isn’t in his mind to be embarrassed about it.
But of course, Taehyung can’t keep the moment sweet. His hands find their way to his thighs and they caress the soft skin until they slip underneath his skirt where they still.
“Are you not wearing anything underneath?”
Jimin smirks against his neck. “Just enough to cover the important parts.”
He feels the alpha’s hands slide further up his ass and his index finger slips underneath the string of his panties while his other hand grips his waist from under the skirt. He follows the piece of cloth down the cleft on Jimin’s ass until his finger brushes against his hole, causing a shiver to go through Jimin’s body.
“Bold choice,” he comments, circling his wet rim before easily slipping a finger inside. Jimin gasps from the unexpected intrusion, but moans when Taehyung starts pumping his finger. “Already open and soaking for me, such a good boy.”
“Prepped myself earlier in the bathroom,” Jimin confesses. Taehyung slides in a second finger and Jimin opens his mouth in a whimper. He grazes the alpha’s scent gland with his teeth and rolls his hips, grinding against the alpha’s rapidly growing erection.
“So you can take me right now?” Taehyung grits out, crooking a finger inside Jimin and hitting his sweet spot.
“A-ah! Yes, fuck me, I need your thick cock inside me,” Jimin pants against his neck. He starts giving kitten licks along the line of his throat leading to where it meets his jaw. The taste is sweet against his tongue.
Taehyung removes his fingers swiftly, making Jimin whine, to rummage through his desk drawer for a condom. Jimin brings his lips just below the alpha’s ear and trails slow kisses along the sharpness of his jaw, leaving behind red imprints in the shape of his lips.
He fumbles with the zipper on his slacks and lowers them just enough to let his cock slap against his stomach. He rips the foil and hastily rolls the condom on, hissing at the touch, and gives himself a few strokes.
He pulls Jimin by the waist, lifting him up to his knees. The chair leans backwards from the weight and Jimin’s hands fly next to Taehyung’s head for leverage.
“You won’t fall, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Taehyung reassures, squeezing his waist.
Jimin chuckles nervously and threads his fingers through the strands on the back of Taehyung’s head. The latter sighs and leans into the touch.
“Ready?”
At Jimin’s nod, Taehyung positions himself at his entrance and when the omega feels the tip, he sinks down to the hilt, skirt flaring around him.
“Fuck!” Taehyung exclaims, digging his nails into Jimin’s hips through the material. The omega doesn’t complain, he rather welcomes the pain. He is also speechless for a moment, having missed the feeling of Taehyung filling him up so well.
He lifts himself up until only the tip is inside him and drops back down, a moan escaping him. He establishes a pace, bouncing in Taehyung’s lap, the alpha’s hands guiding him along, still clasping his hips.
“Just like that, sweetheart, making your alpha feel so good,” he closes his eyes in pleasure. Jimin’s tightness is ecstasy to his senses.
He looks back up at him, eyes blown and breathing labored. Every time Jimin drops down, his skirt lifts up prettily, giving Taehyung glimpses of the red panties he’s wearing underneath. He tries to hold back his groans, but with Jimin looking so sinful and perfect above him, it makes it especially hard to be in control.
He drags his hands along his sides and presses his thumbs over Jimin’s nipples. The omega throws his head back with a high pitched whine, briefly halting his rhythm. His small hands grip the alpha’s wrists pinning them against him to keep the pressure as he starts rolling his hips again.
“So sensitive,” Taehyung breathes out. He pulls Jimin’s blouse out of his skirt and fumbles with the buttons in his haste to get to Jimin’s skin. Once unbuttoned, he throws the garment to the floor and his hands splay over the omega’s chest. He brings his mouth to a brown bud and licks over it. The sensation rips a wail out of Jimin. Taehyung continues mouthing over his nipple, pinching the other one with his fingers and Jimin is unable to move, too overcome with pleasure. Taehyung’s cock is deep inside him and the stretch added to everything else is overwhelming.
Jimin is on the brink of exploding and Taehyung is so focused on pleasuring the omega, that when the phone rings, Taehyung misses falling out of the chair and Jimin screams. His mouth is quickly covered by the alpha’s hand, silencing him.
“Oh my god,” he pants, heart beating a mile a minute. He calms his breathing as much as he can before he picks up the phone. “Kim Taehyung speaking.”
Jimin looks at him incredulously. “What are you doing?” he shouts in a whisper.
Taehyung brings a finger to his lips in a motion to be quiet. Jimin squints at him and decides to make this phone call hell for him. He plants his hand on the alpha’s thighs and starts rolling his hips. Taehyung looks at him in alarm and Jimin smirks back at him. He plays with the hem of his skirt and brings it between his teeth, fully exposing the lace panties that are restraining his leaking cock. Taehyung’s eyes roll back in his head at the sight and the words he speaks into the phone come out laboriously.
“Stop it,” Taehyung mouths to him, eyes blazing. Jimin gives him his best innocent look and drops the skirt. He leans over him, wrapping his arms around his neck, and brings his mouth to his ear.
“Stop what?” he whispers sultrily, licking the shell of his ear. He continues to mouth at his earlobe and he feels Taehyung’s unoccupied hand dig into his side. His hips continue swivelling, driving Taehyung to near insanity.
Suddenly, the phone is slammed back down on the receiver, making Jimin jump.
“What the hell are you doing?” He tries to say seriously, but the feeling of Jimin’s wet heat is making it difficult to form words.
“You answered a phone call with your dick inside me. What was I supposed to do?”
“Wait patiently until I finish it.”
“Not with your cock inside me, I’m not,” he answers cheekily, rotating his hips and sighing in pleasure.
“You know what? You’re being a brat.”
“Wha-”
Before he can ask what Taehyung means, he’s being lifted up and dropped on the couch. Taehyung manhandles him in the position he wants, one leg dangling off the edge and the other thrown over the back, skirt fanning across his chest. Without warning, Taehyung swiftly slips back inside Jimin, punching a cry from the latter. He pistons his hips without mercy, making Jimin inch up the couch with every thrust.
“Wanted to get fucked, sweetheart?” Taehyung taunts as he speeds up. His slacks had slipped down, so the slapping of skin is clear in the office. Jimin’s mouth is open in a silent cry, but when Taehyung hits his prostate dead on, he lets out a scream.
“Right there! Fuck, alpha, right there, don’t stop,” he cries. His fingernails are digging into the leather of the couch above his head.
Taehyung keeps his pace and with his hand, he frees Jimin’s cock from the pretty lace and strokes him in time with his thrusts.
“Oh god!” he bucks his hips into Taehyung’s palm, close to his climax. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
Taehyung pounds his prostate, his thrusts starting to get sloppy as he is reaching his own climax, and soon, Jimin arches his back and cums with a cry. He shoots white over Taehyung’s fist and onto his skirt, and his legs tremble with the intensity of his orgasm, but Taehyung doesn’t stop. He continues to abuse Jimin’s prostate, the other rapidly becoming overstimulated and keening with every thrust.
“I’m almost there, just a few more,” he groans, his knot starting to catch on Jimin’s rim. Jimin is so overwhelmed that he isn’t thinking when he pulls Taehyung down and crashes their lips together. The alpha moans into the kiss and tangles their tongues together. He eventually breaks the kiss, Jimin’s name falling from his lips repeatedly, and with a drawn out moan he cums, knot locking him inside Jimin. The feeling of Taehyung’s knot stretching him even more added to the overstimulation makes Jimin cum a second time, spurting a little bit of cum out of his spent dick.
Taehyung collapses on top of Jimin and they stay in that position trying to catch their breath, chests heaving.
“Wear a skirt more often,” Taehyung requests and Jimin chuckles.
Neither of them mention the kiss. And although it isn’t their first, after the night they walked together in the cold, they had silently agreed that kissing is much too intimate for their type of relationship. Jimin knows they should talk about it, but decides to enjoy the moment. He’ll bring it up later.
~
Several things change over the course of the next few weeks. Every morning when he walks into work, a cup of coffee is waiting for him at his desk, sometimes accompanied with a note. It makes him smile knowing that Taehyung remembers exactly how he likes to take his coffee. He sticks up every post-it on the wall behind his computer and pretends it’s not because seeing words written in his calligraphy, and addressed to him, makes his heart beat faster.
On the days he works at his own desk instead of taking up most of Taehyung’s, Jimin makes sure to pop in from time to time to make sure he doesn’t need his help. He sometimes brings him tea, because he knows how anxious he can get when things get overwhelming. If he’s feeling brave enough that day, he drops a kiss on his cheek. Sometimes Taehyung even turns his head at the last second so he meets his lips. His visits often turn into Jimin getting impaled on the alpha’s cock, but who is Jimin to complain.
When it’s time for Taehyung to leave the office and the last light is emanating from Jimin’s cubicle, he makes sure that the omega leaves with him so he doesn’t overwork himself. He walks Jimin home, like the night they ate tteokbokki and it snowed, and Taehyung finds it difficult not to tell him how beautiful he thinks he looks under the night sky. He keeps it buried deep inside him though, because he can’t feel that way for Jimin. He won’t allow himself to.
Seokjin, ever the observer, starts getting suspicious. Jimin tries to dodge him whenever he sees him approaching him, but it’s difficult when they are cubicle neighbors.
“What’s going on with you and Taehyung?” He asks, plopping himself down in a chair and propping his feet up on Jimin’s desk. It's become a sort of routine at this point.
“We’re fucking, you know that already,” Jimin swerves around the question.
“Yeah, but it’s not just fucking anymore, is it?” Seokjin peers at him, twirling the pen in his hands.
Jimin can feel his face start heating up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You’re being so obvious, oh my god! He brings your coffee every morning? Look at your fucking post-it murale!” He gestures to the wall in question, which has accumulated over twenty post-its. “This one just has a heart on it, ugh, gross.”
That one in particular is Jimin’s favorite. He didn’t think Taehyung would be the kind of alpha to leave notes with hearts on it, so he was pleasantly surprised when he saw it. He had stuck it on his computer frame so it would be the first one he saw every morning.
“Just admit it, you like him!”
“Of course I like him!” he exclaims, making Seokjin widen his eyes in surprise. “I like him, and I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it okay?” he continues in a lower voice, a tear threatening to slide down his cheek.
“Oh, Jimin-ah, that’s fine. I’ll always support you, but I just don’t want your heart to get broken,” he reaches to clasp Jimin’s hands in his. “No matter what happens, hyung’s got your back, alright? I’m happy if you’re happy.”
Jimin nods and pulls him in for a hug. “Thank you, hyung. I am happy.”
“For the record, you are such a romantic, it’s disgusting,” Seokjin adds, making Jimin let out a wet chuckle.
The next morning, when Taehyung comes to drop Jimin’s coffee at his desk, Seokjin leans against the doorframe, blocking his only exit.
“Be careful with him, Taehyung. I know you better than he does and I really hope you don’t mess this up, for both your sakes,” he tells Taehyung. The latter stares at him, not quite knowing what to say. “Break his heart, I break your fingers,” he warns before disappearing to his cubicle.
~
“I’m hosting something like an office party this week-end. You’re invited,” Taehyung announces one day while Jimin is sitting in his lap. Their clothes are still on, Jimin just finds the alpha very comfortable to sit on.
“Oh? Who else is coming?” Jimin questions.
“A lot of people. Some from here, some from other firms. You don’t know them all,” he answers. The hand resting on Jimin’s thigh squeezes the muscle.
“Is there anyone I know who’ll be there?”
“Seokjin hyung should be there. I will be there,” he moves his hand up and down his thigh in reassurance.
“I suppose you won’t be very available, what with all your guests,” he smiles down at Taehyung.
“I’ll make some time, don’t worry. They're not that important anyway.”
“Oh hush, you need to keep them on your good side. Don’t ignore them for me, I’ll hang out with hyung.”
“So I’ll see you there?” Taehyung inquires, a hopeful lilt to his voice.
“Send me the address,” he replies. “Now, I’ve got to get back to work.” He leans down and kisses the corner of his mouth before sliding off his lap and sauntering out of his office. Before he steps out, he turns back towards Taehyung. “Can I bring a plus one? Or rather, a plus two?”
Taehyung frowns. “Uh, sure, if you want.” He doesn’t know who Jimin is talking about and he hopes it’s not the two alphas that flash in his mind at his words.
“Great,” he flashes a smile and is gone.
The night of the party, Jimin is struggling to decide what to wear. Taehyung never mentioned a dress code and he’s panicking a bit. As a desperate measure he video calls Hoseok.
“What are you wearing hyung? Should I dress clean but casual or should I wear a suit because it’s technically a business thing?”
“Calm down Jimin. You don’t need to panic, just dress to impress. You don't want to seem like you don’t belong, but you don’t want to go over the top either,” Hoseok replies calmly. He’s slurping noodles, sitting on his couch.
“You make it sound so simple,” he sighs, falling back on his bed dramatically before getting back up and rummaging through his closet. “This turtleneck? Or my black blouse with roses?” He holds up the two pieces of clothing to show his hyung the options.
He doesn’t answer right away, seeming pensive. “Ooh I know! Do you still have that silk shirt with the sparkles over the shoulders?” Hoseok exclaims, pointing his fork at the screen.
“The see-through one?” He pulls the white item out of his closet and matches it to his black slacks. “Isn’t this the definition of over the top?”
“Nonsense! You’ll look absolutely gorgeous, now go change!”
After all, he does have someone he wants to impress. He goes to slip into his outfit and decides to match it with a choker made out of white cloth. He changes his simple earring to hoops and puts a dash of eyeshadow and mascara. He tops it off by rolling some lipgloss over his lips. He gives himself a onceover, satisfied with the result.
He meets up with Hoseok and Yoongi before they head over to Taehyung’s place.
“Okay, so what’s the deal with your boss?” Yoongi asks straightforwardly.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, hyung?” Jimin laughs nervously.
“Hobi has been keeping me updated on everything,” he deadpans.
“Hyung! That was supposed to stay between us!” he whines.
“You know I can’t keep a secret, Jimin-ah! Especially when it comes to Yoongi. How can you resist this face?” His smile makes his nose scrunch and he leans down to peck Yoongi on the lips. The latter looks annoyed, but melts into the kiss.
“Ugh, fine,” he huffs. “What do you wanna know?” He speeds up his pace so they can get to Taehyung’s and get this conversation over with.
“Do you like him?”
He almost freezes in his steps, not expecting that to be the first question.
“That’s awfully direct, hyung,” he tries to deflect.
“We’re just confirming a hypothesis,” Hobi adds, which doesn’t help Jimin feel calmer.
“You’ve been theorizing about my life?” he exclaims, exasperated. He turns around to confront his hyungs.
“Jimin-ah,” he rubs up and down his arm. “It’s just, you talk so fondly about him, it’s not hard to guess.” Jimin looks skeptical and crosses his arms. “Well, minus the fact that you hated him at the beginning.”
“Fine, you’re right,” he sighs, turning back around to resume walking.
“Does he like you back?”
A feeling he can’t really describe settles in his stomach. “It’s hard to tell, but it really feels like he does,” he replies, a smile creeping up on his face.
They stop in front of a tall building, seemingly made out of glass, after another few minutes walking. They look up in awe and Jimin is really curious to see the inside.
“I didn’t even know a place like this was in my neighborhood,” Jimin says, mostly to himself.
They step inside and enter a fancy lobby, with futon chairs and low glass tables with roses in vases on top. There is a grand piano in the corner next to high potted plants and a security guard is roaming around. The floor is marble and Jimin’s heels click with every step he takes towards the elevator.
“Wow, your boyfriend is rich rich,” Yoongi says in wonder as he looks around the room.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” he corrects, although tingles go through his body at the thought of it. “And of course he’s rich, he’s one of the biggest CEOs in Seoul.”
The elevator door opens and a couple come out, dressed to the nines, and head out the door into the cold air. They move inside the elevator and Jimin presses the 14 button, and they are headed towards the penthouse.
Once they step out of the elevator, they walk to number 227 and when Jimin tries the door, it’s unlocked. They go inside and their ears are struck with the smooth low crooning of jazz. They hang up their coats on empty hooks and they make their way towards the sound.
The hallway opens into a large room where something like fifty people are milling about. The lights are dimmed, adding to the ambiance and the chatter and the clink of glasses make it sound like a scene right out of a movie. To their right is a bar behind which a bartender is mixing drinks. To their left, three couches are set in a U shape where people are lounging and conversing enthusiastically. There is a fancy staircase leading to the upper floor where Jimin spots Taehyung leaning on the railing, immersed in a conversation with an important looking woman.
He feels awfully out of place and when he turns towards Hoseok and Yoongi, they are already posted at the bar. He rolls his eyes fondly at his hyungs and joins them quickly.
“Jimin-ah! You didn’t tell us the alcohol is free!” Hoseok exclaims, handing him a glass with what looks like water.
“I didn’t know it was,” taking a sip confirms it is rather a gin & tonic. He gladly takes another gulp.
“So where is your alpha? Are you gonna introduce us?”
“I saw him up there when we arrived,” he motions towards the storey where Taehyung was now nowhere to be seen. “You’ll meet him eventually,” he doesn’t know why he feels so nervous for his hyungs to meet Taehyung. He feels like this is just a dream and that Taehyung will act like he isn’t more than a friend to keep up the pretense.
“Speak of the devil and he shall appear!” Yoongi announces, extending his hand towards an unknown figure coming up behind Jimin. As soon as Yoongi speaks up, he feels gentle fingers curve around his waist and pull him in slightly. They shake hands and bow to each other. “Min Yoongi, it’s an honor to meet you, Taehyung-ssi. This is my mate, Jung Hoseok.”
“Please, just Taehyung is fine,” he insists as he shakes Hoseok’s hand.
After they finish introductions, Taehyung turns towards Jimin and leans down to whisper in his ear, “Good evening, beautiful.” Jimin blushes and leans into him, resting his palm on his chest. Taehyung tightens his grip.
“Your place is huge! Isn’t it too big for one person?” Hoseok inquires, his eyes roaming around the room and up the staircase, ignoring the storm going on inside Jimin’s chest.
Taehyung laughs as he takes a glass of champagne offered to him by the bartender. “I agree, it does get lonely sometimes,” he pauses to take a sip of champagne from his flute. “Although, I quite like the peace. And the view,” he adds, throwing a glance to the wall-length windows.
“Don’t you think you would like it better if someone were to, I don’t know, live with you?” Hoseok continues. Jimin shoots him a glare as a warning to watch his words. Hoseok ignores him, sipping his drink innocently.
Taehyung doesn’t seem to catch the clear inference, but if he did, he doesn’t react to it. “I haven’t really put any thought into it. It’s been a while since I lived with someone else, so it would definitely take some getting used to.”
“Hm, I see. Maybe you should start thinking about it, then,” Hoseok says boldly. Jimin wants to kick him for being so forward, but can’t without making it any more obvious what Hoseok is referring to. Before he can say anything, two other figures insert themselves in their group.
“Hyung! I didn’t know you would be coming!” He turns towards the voice and is pleasantly surprised by the newcomers.
“Jungkook, Eunwoo, I didn’t know you would be here either,” he hugs them each in turn and proceeds to introduce them to Hoseok and Yoongi.
They fall into pleasant conversation, his hyungs and dongsaengs getting along better than he thought they would. If his eyes and ears aren’t mistaken, his hyungs might even be flirting with an unsuspecting Jungkook, who seems enamored with them. On the other hand, Taehyung’s fingers are digging into his side and he doesn’t participate much in the conversation.
Eventually, Eunwoo gets pulled away by somebody else and Hoseok drags Yoongi and Jungkook away to go see the view up close, leaving Jimin alone with Taehyung. The alpha turns him around and wraps both his arms around his waist, pulling him fully into his chest. Jimin rests his arms around his neck.
Jimin giggles. “You’re not shy tonight. Are we even allowed to show this much PDA?”
“No one’s paying attention. We’re fine, as long as you don’t kiss me out in the open,” Taehyung teases. “I don’t want anyone to steal you from me. I don’t want people, and I’m being specific here, to think you’re available. You look stunning, everyone will fall to your feet,” he adds, making Jimin feel hot from the compliments.
“Stop lying, I’m not that pretty,” Jimin whines, hitting Taehyung on his chest.
“Sweetheart, I can see your nipples through your shirt. I want to eat you whole and show everyone here who you really belong to,” he whispers. The hot air on his ear makes Jimin shiver down to his toes.
“You’re making it awfully hard not to kiss you right now,” Jimin states, biting his lip. Lifting to his toes, he’s about to add something when another voice interrupts him.
“Good evening, lovebirds,” Seokjin’s voice cuts through whatever was beginning to form between them. It makes Taehyung tense up and that wakes Jimin up. He moves away from the alpha to put some space between them.
“Good evening, Seokjin,” Taehyung responds after clearing his throat. “Who is this?” he turns towards the broad man on Seokjin’s arm.
“This is Namjoon, my boyfriend. I wanted you to meet him,” he announces, turning towards Namjoon, a grin taking up his face. “This is Jimin,” he gestures towards him, “and this is my boss, Kim Taehyung.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Namjoon expresses after they come up from their bow.
“As have I, but I’m afraid Seokjin hyung here has omitted to mention how attractive you are Namjoon-ssi,” Jimin admits daringly. The alcohol seems to be starting to have an effect. Taehyung chuckles next to him and Namjoon blushes fiercely.
“You can call me hyung, Jimin, and, uh, I’m hardly that attractive,” he says, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.
“Namjoon-ah, stop being humble, you’re gorgeous. I just wanted to keep your hotness all to myself a while longer,” Seokjin compliments him. He turns Namjoon’s face towards his and presses a soft kiss to his lips.
“As much as I would like to stay and talk, I must attend to the rest of my guests,” Taehyung interrupts awkwardly. “If we don’t see each other before you leave, it was a pleasure Namjoon-ssi.” He bows curtly and addresses Jimin. “I have to abide by my host duties, I’m sorry. I’ll be back for you, don’t stray too far away,” he winks.
“It’s fine, Taehyung-ah, go mingle. Make people fall for your charms, but not too hard, because you’re mine, right?” he looks up into Taehyung eyes, a bit self conscious as he absentmindedly plays with the alpha’s tie.
“Exactly,” he assures as he lowers his head and brushes his lips against Jimin’s cheek. Jimin closes his eyes and absorbs the feeling, but when he opens them again, the alpha is gone, leaving his rosy scent in his wake as the only proof that he was there.
When he turns back to Seokjin and Namjoon, they are looking at him with a mixture of worry and fondness. He opens his mouth to defend himself but Seokjin interrupts again, “Namjoon-ah, tell Jimin about what your student did in your class.”
Namjoon laughs and starts talking about what happened in his class and Jimin forgets about the weird looks. He orders another drink and they keep talking as the minutes fly by. They stay by the bar, exchanging stories and laughing together, and Jimin has to agree that Namjoon is something. He’s happy his hyung found someone like Namjoon. Hoseok, Yoongi and Jungkook join them again when they come for more drinks. Against all odds, the six of them get along exceptionally well.
But as Jimin’s luck goes, the fun has to come to an end. An hour ago, he would have never guessed he would be in the situation he is right now. But again, Taehyung never ceases to surprise him.
“Oh that fucking bastard,” Seokjin seethes out of nowhere, slamming his glass on the bar. Venom drips from his hyung’s voice and Jimin is relieved to not be on the end of his words. He has never seen his hyung this furious, even Namjoon looks scared of his boyfriend.
Jimin turns in his seat, following his hyung’s glare and he wishes he hadn’t in the first place. The scene that meets his eyes makes his heart drop and he gulps with difficulty, his throat suddenly dry. A stranger is pressing Taehyung’s wrists to the wall, plastering their bodies together, and is positively devouring his mouth. His vision starts to swim and he tries to stand, but stumbles. His omega is crushed and the scent around him becomes sour.
“Jimin-” Jungkook tries to warn him as he reaches for his arm to stabilize him.
“I’m going to the washroom,” he announces more calmly than he feels. He pushes through people and finally finds the bathroom, in which he locks himself in. He falls against the door and slides down, dropping his face in his hands. HIs heart is beating out of his chest and he feels like crying.
, he thinks. I’m not going to give this man my tears. He stays sitting against the door for what feels like forever until he gets up and goes to the sink to splash water over his face. He holds himself up with his hands on the edges of the sink as he calms his breathing. He fixes his hair and decides he will give Taehyung a piece of his mind.
He stalks out of the bathroom in search of the man in question. He finds him with his friends, where Seokjin is screaming something unintelligible to his face. When they spot Jimin coming towards them, Taehyung meets him halfway.
“Jimin, let me explain-” he places his hands over Jimin’s forearms. He can tell Taehyung is releasing calming pheromones to soothe him, but he won’t have any of it.
“Let go of me, Taehyung,” he says calmly.
Instead of listening, Taehyung tightens his grip and desperately says, “Jimin, please-”
“Let go of me!” he shouts. Taehyung flinches and listens to him, dropping his hold on Jimin.
“Jimin, he kissed me out of nowhere. I was trying to push him away. Sweetheart, you have to believe me, please,” he begs.
“Don’t sweetheart me right now,” he spits. “I’m aware that I was just part of a long list of omegas you would fuck to get off, but I actually believed that I was the only one at this point. How naive of me, I should’ve listened to Jin hyung. He told me not to let you get to my head, but I did. I let you get under my skin, get into my thoughts, get into my heart,” he stops, collecting himself so he doesn’t start crying in front of everyone. “You got me believing that when you said I was yours that you actually meant it, but not even a full hour later you’re kissing someone else. Is that really what you call your host duties?”
“Jimin-” Taehyung’s voice cracks over his name.
“What am I even saying? You’re just an alpha I sleep with, we’re nothing more than that. We’re not dating, you’re not my mate. You can do whatever you want, go back to kissing that stranger if you want, I don’t give a fuck anymore,” his speech is starting to sound delirious and Hoseok has to pull him away from Taehyung so he can stop talking. The alpha looks like he’s been shot, not that Jimin notices, too busy trying to get his hyung to let go of him.
When he manages to escape his hyung’s grip, Taehyung is nowhere to be seen and neither is Seokjin.
“I think it’s time to leave,” Yoongi speaks up.
“Nuh-uh, the night has just begun, hyung! Let’s get shit-faced, I’d like five shots please,” he says, addressing the bartender. The latter looks lost, having witnessed the scene, and looks at Yoongi as if asking for permission to give that many shots to Jimin. Yoongi sighs and shrugs.
Jimin downs the shots one after the other as if they were water and pulls Jungkook to the middle of the room. They dance as best they can to the music that’s playing and several people shoot them confused glances, but Jimin doesn’t want to care anymore. He ignores everything and pretends everything is fine as he dances with his dongsaeng. Eunwoo joins them and even though Jungkook tries to make him understand that it isn’t a good idea, Jimin pulls him in. He thinks about kissing him, but every instinct in his body is disgusted at the thought of kissing someone who isn’t Taehyung. So he doesn’t.
The night goes on, he orders more drinks, more than he probably should, his hyungs watching from the side with concerned looks. People start to filter out of the penthouse as it gets earlier and earlier in the morning. He doesn’t see Taehyung for the rest of the night.
They are the last ones in the penthouse, Jimin is slow dancing with Jungkook. He’s tired, he’s drunk, he can’t think straight, but he doesn’t want to move away.
“Hyung, I think it’s time for you to leave, you need a glass of water and to go to bed,” he tries to convince him. He goes to unwrap Jimin’s arms from his neck but the omega tightens them.
“No,” he snuggles more into Jungkook. “You’re too comfortable Tae, I wanna stay.” Jungkook shoots an alarmed glance at Namjoon and Hoseok, who is almost dozing off, sitting at the bar. A sleeping Yoongi is snuggled against his side. He mouths to Namjoon, He called me Tae! “Why don’t you smell like roses?” Help me! He mouths next.
Namjoon walks to them and tries to extricate Jimin from Jungkook’s arms, but when he doesn’t relent and keeps asking why Jungkook doesn’t smell like roses he decides to search for Taehyung. He walks up the stairs where he assumes the alpha’s room is situated and it doesn’t take him long to find it.
Taehyung is laying in his bed with Seokjin who is stroking his hair softly.
“He’s almost asleep,” Seokjin whispers when Namjoon steps inside the room. “I think he’s heartbroken. Jimin’s words really hurt him.” He looks back at Taehyung with concern in his eyes.
“Hyung, he kissed somebody else, did he expect Jimin to be okay with that?”
“That guy kissed him without his consent, what he said before is true,” he sighs. “Has Jimin left?”
“Uh, no, that’s why I’m here. He’s drunk and he keeps asking why Jungkook doesn’t smell like roses. He thinks he’s Taehyung.”
At his words, Taehyung perks up. “Jiminie needs me?” he asks, half asleep.
“Tae, I don’t think it’s a good idea…” he trails off, knowing it’s useless to try and convince him to let it go. Taehyung is already standing and heading towards the door. Namjoon and Seokjin follow close by as he descends the stairs.
He approaches the two dancers and Jungkook looks scared. However, when Taehyung takes Jimin’s arms and wraps them around his own neck, the omega melts in Taehyung’s embrace. “Now you smell like roses, don’t ever change your scent again,” Jimin pouts in the crook of the taller’s neck, nosing at his scent gland. He wraps his legs around Taehyung’s waist so he is fully carrying him and Taehyung feels like sobbing.
Jungkook looks confused, but relieved he can go home now. He joins Hoseok and Yoongi at the bar, where Seokjin is already talking to them, reassuring them that he and Namjoon have it covered and they can leave.
Taehyung’s grip is tight around Jimin as he brings him up the stairs to his bedroom, Namjoon and Seokjin following. He tries laying him down on the bed, but he doesn’t want to let go of him.
“Jimin-ah, you have to let go so we can get you changed,” he tries in a soft voice. But Jimin is stubborn and doesn’t relent. “Sweetheart,” he whispers. Jimin whines. “Let’s get you out of these clothes, okay?”
“Give me yours?”
“Of course, sweetheart, I’ll get you some of my clothes.” Jimin looks so cute, it makes the emotions well up inside of him again, but he’s done enough of crying for one night so he quells it. And when Jimin puckers his lips in demand of a kiss, he can’t resist. When their lips touch, something settles inside him and his alpha starts whispering things he doesn’t let himself believe.
When Jimin is changed and the hyungs are gone, Taehyung lies next to Jimin at a respectable distance, but Jimin has other ideas. He grabs Taehyung’s shirt and pulls him to his side, and buries his nose in his neck. The featherlight feeling of Jimin’s lips along his throat makes a shiver run down his spine. He curls an arm around the omega to keep him close. They fall asleep wrapped around each other.
~
A piercing headache wakes Jimin the next morning. He opens his eyes and immediately regrets it, the bright warm sunlight making his headache a thousand times worse. He brings his fingers to his temples, massaging the pain.
“Fuck, what did I do yesterday?” he groans aloud.
“It seems you drank your body weight in alcohol last night,” a gravelly voice says from the doorway. The person comes to sit on the other side of the bed making the mattress dip under his weight. Jimin is given a tall glass of water and two painkillers which he takes eagerly.
After gulping them down, he manages to open his eyes wider and takes in the room around him. He doesn’t recognize his surroundings and a sense of panic shoots through him. He looks down at himself and notices that he isn’t in his clothes anymore. His boxers are still on, but he’s wearing a soft shirt that is three times too big for him and smells like roses. He whips his head towards the man next to him and upon seeing Taehyung, his heart calms down a bit. It speeds back up again when the events from the previous night come back to him bit by bit.
His eyes widen as he remembers that Taehyung had kissed someone else and Jimin had proceeded to sermon him and had almost confessed all his feelings. “What am I doing in your bed?” he whispers, scared of the answer.
“You didn’t want to let go of Jungkook because you thought he was me, so I had to come get you. You didn’t want to let go of me,” Taehyung tells him honestly. Jimin wants to die of embarrassment.
He hides his face in his hands. “Did we sleep together?” he asks from behind his fingers.
“Well, we cuddled, but no, we didn’t fuck.”
Jimin sighs, dropping back onto his back. At least he didn’t make that drunken mistake. Nevertheless, he realizes he should probably leave because as much as he wants to stay, Taehyung hurt him and he doesn’t want to face his problems right now. Taehyung makes it difficult because his fluffy bed hair makes him look absolutely adorable and his morning voice gives him an even more sexy allure. He is bare chested and wears his sweatpants low on his hips, which doesn’t help Jimin’s case.
He gets up in search of his own clothes, but the movement makes his head pound and he feels like throwing up. He stumbles, grabbing the closest piece of furniture to steady himself. Taehyung appears at his side, offering him support, but Jimin ignores him in favor of turning around, still searching for his pants, at least. He sways on the spot and strong arms loop around him to prevent his fall.
“Jimin, stop being stubborn. You don’t feel well, just lay back down and sleep some more,” Taehyung pleads. His fingers are resting delicately on his back and Jimin sags in his hold, thumping his head on Taehyung’s broad chest. His hair brushes the taller’s bare skin and he threads his fingers through it without thinking. He guides Jimin back to his bed and he snuggles into the comforter, and closes his eyes.
The next time Jimin wakes, it’s to a body pressed against his back and a weight across his waist. He basks in the comfort of it before he fully wakes up and has to stop pretending everything is fine. At least his headache has subsided. The more he lays there, the more he knows he has to leave. He turns in Taehyung’s embrace and takes in his sleeping expression. He traces the slope of his nose with his finger and stops at his lips. He closes his eyes and pushes himself up into a sitting position.
Before he can get up, the arm around him tightens. “Don’t leave, please,” Taehyung’s voice pleads.
He sighs and says, “Don’t make it harder for me.”
“Let me explain, at least. Then if you still want to leave, I’ll let you.”
“Fine, what happened?” Jimin keeps his back to Taehyung, it makes it easier for him to be strong.
“Like I said, he kissed me and I couldn’t get out of his grip. I swear I was trying to push him off me,” he repeats his story from the night before.
“Something clearly led him to believe you would be receptive to his kiss,” Jimin cuts in.
“I guess I complimented him on how he looked and may have said that in another context I might have taken him upstairs?” he recites rapidly, cringing at his words.
“Are you serious?” He turns around and pins Taehyung with his glare. “This is supposed to make me feel better?”
“I want to be honest with you Jimin.” It’s his turn to hide behind his hands. “I wasn’t being serious, but he didn’t catch that and took it as an invitation to kiss me. I promise, that’s what happened.”
“It still doesn’t erase the fact that you told him that had we not been at your office party, you would have kissed or slept with him! You’re not helping your case here, Taehyung.”
“It wasn’t true! I wanted to butter him up! We’re not allowed to be together, Jimin, I can’t just go around saying I’m seeing my secretary! It would have bad repercussions on both of us and you know it!” Taehyung starts raising his voice.
“That doesn’t give you an excuse to flirt with who you want in order to get them to like you! Hasn’t the thought that you might be hurting me occur to you in your thick brain?” Jimin reciprocates his tone, hitting the comforter with anger.
“I know, Jimin, I know and I’m so sorry. I never intended to hurt you and it breaks my heart that I did.” His eyes lock with Jimin’s and they hold so much remorse that if he is lying, then he’s an excellent actor.
“You can’t do that again,” Jimin’s voice breaks as he crumbles. He takes Taehyung’s hand lying on the covers and the latter pulls him close. Jimin rests his head on his chest and Taehyung winds an arm over his hips anchoring the omega to him.
“I know. You’re mine, remember?” he brushes his lips against the top of Jimin’s hair.
“Am I really?” Jimin looks up into the alpha’s eyes, his insecurities filling his head once again.
“Yeah, you are.” He hooks a finger under the omega’s chin, guiding his face close to his and lets their lips seal together.
“Show me,” Jimin exhales into his mouth and as soon as the words are out, he is being rolled onto his back, Taehyung hovering above him.
He leans back down to capture his bottom lip between his teeth and pulls gently. He licks over it to soothe the sting and pecks his lips once, twice, three times before gradually parting Jimin’s lips so he can slip his tongue inside his mouth. Jimin’s thoughts go blank as Taehyung kisses him. He holds Taehyung in place by the nape of his neck and kisses back, hoping Taehyung tastes what he is trying to convey on his lips. He smells his lily scent getting thicker and twirl together with the rose scent of his lover.
Taehyung trails wet kisses along his jaw to his neck, stopping to lick at his scent gland. Jimin tilts his head to the side to give him more space. His hand is grasping the strands of his hair, pushing his head closer to his throat. He knows what his omega wants, but he won’t let it take over him.
“Don’t you dare bite me,” he struggles to get out.
“Cute, your omega want my bite?” Taehyung taunts.
Taehyung’s hand slips under Jimin’s baggy shirt as a distraction. The feeling of his fingertips grazing his abdomen makes Jimin shudder in Taehyung’s hold. His fingers push up his shirt to reveal his perky nipples.
“Seeing you in my clothes makes my alpha feel so satisfied. You look so cute. And you look like mine,” he adds before licking a stripe over each brown bud and blowing cold air over them. Jimin whimpers and tries grinding up into Taehyung, but the latter doesn’t let him. He leans back up to swallow Jimin’s sounds and graze his nipples with his thumbs, causing Jimin to arch his back.
Taehyung grins against his lips. “Is this the first time we’re properly going to fuck in a bed?”
“I guess so,” Jimin chuckles before his instincts take over and a feeling of wrongness washes over him. “Wait, wait, wait,” he says as he suddenly pushes Taehyung off of him.
The alpha looks down at Jimin worriedly. “Did I do something wrong?” he questions as Jimin keeps repeating the word wrong under his breath.
“Get off of the bed please,” Jimin ushers Taehyung away and the other complies without really understanding what is going on. The omega shuffles around the mattress on his knees, arranging and rearranging the pillows and covers around the bed. After five minutes of him doing that, he sits back on his knees, shirt flowing around his thighs, and looks up expectantly at Taehyung. “You can come now.”
Something clicks in Taehyung’s mind and he tries to repress his smile, but is unable to. “Did you build us a nest?” He coos as he kneels down on the bed, careful to not dislodge Jimin’s doings.
Jimin nods cutely and asks in a vulnerable voice, “Do you like it?”
“It’s perfect, sweetheart,” Taehyung praises. “It smells like flowers, like us.” He crawls to where Jimin is kneeling and kisses the blush on his cheeks. He finds his lips next and he pushes him down delicately. Jimin kisses him back eagerly, dragging him down with him and his legs open so Taehyung can settle between them. Jimin’s hands travel down Taehyung’s back, feeling his muscles ripple underneath his touch, and reach the hem of his sweatpants. His fingers tease before slipping underneath the material and grabbing the fat of his ass.
Taehyung hums in the kiss. “Eager, are we?”
Jimin nods vigorously and breathes, “I want you to make me yours.”
“Okay,” Taehyung whispers back. He lifts Jimin’s shirt over his head before bringing their lips back together. “I can’t get enough of your lips, why did we decide to stop kissing?” The question goes unanswered as Taehyung grinds his hips down on Jimin’s hard on. The smaller hisses at the contact and throws his head back. Taehyung attaches his lips to the expanse of his neck once again. He takes the liberty of sucking hickeys along the line of his throat and Jimin is in ecstasy.
“Enough of the foreplay, just fuck me already,” Jimin whines at another undulation of Taehyung’s hips. He can feel and see the outline of his dick in his sweats and there’s a wet patch that’s getting bigger on the front of his own boxers.
Taehyung kicks off his pants and helps Jimin do the same. Jimin’s hands move down the expanse of Taehyung’s chest, straight to his dick. He strokes it slowly, collecting the pre-cum at the tip, making goosebumps appear all over his body. Jimin can feel himself slicking, probably making a mess of Taehyung’s sheets.
Taehyung reaches for the drawer where he keeps his condoms, but Jimin stops him with a hand on his arm.
“Are you clean?” he asks him.
“What?”
“Have you been tested?”
“Yeah, I got tested recently, I’m clean,” he tells Jimin.
“Then let's not use one.” He pushes the drawer closed, his hand over Taehyung’s.
Taehyung hesitates. “Are you sure?”
Jimin nods. “Trust me, I know what I want.” He pulls Taehyung down so he can meld their lips together and by doing so, their cocks grind together causing them to gasp in each other’s mouths. He feels Taehyung’s fingers prod at his entrance and he swiftly inserts two at the same time. Jimin moans at the feeling of finally being full of Taehyung’s fingers. They pump and scissor for a brief moment, but long enough for Jimin to crave more.
“So wet, didn’t even need me to finger you,” he whispers in Jimin’s ear and the latter whimpers. “Ready to take my cock like the good boy you are?” he asks, pressing the tip of his cock at Jimin’s rim.
“Please, fuck me good, alpha,” Jimin whines, spreading his legs even more, giving Taehyung a beautiful view of his hole. He seems already delirious without Taehyung having done anything yet. He pushes in and the slide is easy, Jimin is slicking so much. His walls are tight around Taehyung and without barriers between them makes the feeling even more euphoric.
Jimin feels dizzy. He will never get used to the alpha’s size. He fills him up so well and hits all the right spots, nobody will ever compare. When Taehyung starts rolling his hips, he shudders out a breath and wraps his legs around his waist, his feet pushing Taehyung even deeper into him.
Taehyung lays over Jimin, pressing their bodies together. He takes Jimin’s hands and holds them above his head. Jimin tangles their fingers together like they’re finding their home between Taehyung’s. Their lips meet again in heated passion, and Jimin knows that this time, Taehyung isn’t fucking him, but making love to him.
It doesn’t take long for the rolling of Taehyung’s hips to bring him to the edge. But it seems that Taehyung is ahead of him because his knot is already locking them together and ropes of cum shoot inside him when he releases. The feeling of Taehyung cumming inside him is enough to bring him to his climax and it’s his turn to release white between their chests.
He lets Taehyung collapse on top of him, feeling high on pheromones, and when the alpha’s knot deflates, Taehyung goes to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean them up. They roll back in bed, not wasting time putting clothes back on, and fall asleep again, curled around each other.
~
Jimin walks into the office on Monday morning feeling energized and the happiest he’s been in a long time. He has a lot of work to do today so he decides he’ll stop by Taehyung’s office later, even if he desperately wants to give him a good morning kiss. Arriving at his desk, he notices the lack of coffee waiting for him, so he guesses the alpha isn’t in yet anyway.
He gets started with his work and doesn’t see time fly by. When he catches movement behind the blinds of the boss’ office he realizes it’s past lunchtime and decides it’s as good a time as ever to go pay him a visit. He prepares his tea as usual, humming under his breath, and makes his way over to see his lover.
When he opens the door, Taehyung doesn’t look up from his paperwork. Jimin clears his throat and he barely glances up. The omega tries not to let his smile falter.
“Ah, Jimin. I wanted to talk to you,” he greets in a formal tone.
“I brought you some tea,” Jimin answers, moving to set down the cup on his desk.
Taehyung stops him with a hand and says in a small voice, “Stay where you are, please.”
Jimin’s brain starts to go into overdrive. Something's not right. Taehyung doesn’t even want to look him in the eye and Jimin’s anxieties are starting to resurface. “What’s going on Tae?” he whispers.
For a moment Taehyung looks pained, but the expression disappears as fast as it came. “Listen, I’m not going to beat around the bush, so I’m going to say it directly.” He pauses and Jimin looks at him expectantly, fearing the worst.
“I’m not interested in knotting you anymore. At first, it was fine, but you’ve gotten too clingy, too domestic and to be honest, I hate it. So, whatever we were, it’s over. You’re just my secretary now. For real.”
Although he had spoken in a low monotone voice, every word out of his mouth was like a gunshot wound to Jimin’s chest. He looks at his boss, who had delivered his words to the window pane on the other side of the room, mouth open in astonishment and he feels as though his omega just died. The teacup slips out of his grasp.
His thoughts are going a million miles per second, replaying all the little things Taehyung had ever done for him, all the moments spent with him, laughing, arguing, fucking, and he wonders when everything had become a lie. Was it a ruse from the start, to get into the new boy’s pants just because he could? Did he show too much vulnerability, too much emotion? Did Taehyung realize Jimin is in love with him and decide he hadn’t signed up for that? The possibilities are tumbling inside his head making him hysterical. Where did he go wrong?
The teacup crashes on the floor. It might as well have been his heart.
“What?” he breathes out. The hand that was holding the cup is shaking.
“I don’t want-”
“I heard what you said!” Jimin suddenly shouts, balling his hand in a fist, and making Taehyung jump and finally meet his eyes. “I want you to say it to my face. Look into my eyes and say it like you mean it. Then I’ll believe you.” He can feel the tears gathering in his eyes and he wills himself not to let them fall while he’s still in this cursed office.
Taehyung crosses the distance between them and stops two feet away from Jimin, only the spilled tea and the glass shards separating them. He locks their gazes together and says, “Jimin, it’s over. I don’t want to knot you anymore.” There is no emotion in his voice and his eyes are stone cold when he delivers the words. Jimin realizes that he was wrong before, Taehyung is an excellent actor.
Rage suddenly overtakes his senses. “Knotting me? That was all it was to you? I should have known. I should’ve seen past your bullshit,” he spits, shoving Taehyung backwards. “I should’ve listened to hyung,” he adds, his voice starting to tremble. “I knew what kind of person you were when I decided to get involved with you, a selfish, arrogant, condescending alpha! I gave you a chance, I thought you would be different, that you actually cared, but it came back to stab me in the back. You’re no better than any of them out there. You’re so self-centered, you think everything is going to fall at your feet because you’re a rich, hot CEO, well guess what? Life is not that easy, sweetheart! I hope no other omega is stupid enough to fall in love with you like I did because all you do is bring misery.”
Taehyung’s eyes shutter, but Jimin thankfully doesn’t see him start to crack. He is aware the words coming out of his mouth are vile, but he can’t stop himself. His mouth is spitting all of his feelings out of him and he’s partly glad because if he kept it all inside, he would combust. And if Taehyung hadn’t guessed Jimin’s feelings already, well now he knows.
“Was it all just a game to you? You were using me from the beginning, weren’t you?”
“It was always just a ploy, Jimin.”
Jimin’s mouth starts to wobble and before he breaks down, he slams the door open and speeds out of the office, all the way out of the building, into the cold winter air.
His hyungs notice immediately that something is wrong. They’re concerned about him, but Jimin doesn’t give them much of an explanation other than “we’re finished” and “he’s an awful person”, so they try to comfort him without asking too many questions.
He doesn’t sleep that night, plagued with self-deprecating thoughts and “what if” scenarios. He decides to go to work early, and stop lying on his tear-soaked pillow, so he can quit first thing and spend the least amount of time in Taehyung’s presence.
In his cubicle, he completes the form and slides it in an envelope. He looks one last time at his desk. He’s going to miss working here, next to Seokjin, but this is something he must do. The colorful post-its stuck on his wall catch his attention and make a wave of emotions surge through him. He wills himself not to cry again and rips them off the wall, shredding them to little pieces.
He walks into Taehyung’s office, ready to be strong while facing him, but he isn’t there. Jimin is relieved but disappointed because even if he knows it’s not good for his heart, he wanted to see him one last time. He sets the envelope on his desk where he would find it, and walks out of the office and out of Taehyung’s life for good.
~
Taehyung arrives at work later than usual, having had a fitful sleep. He walks into his office, dragging his feet and in a sour mood. He’s positive nothing can ruin his day more than knowing that Jimin won’t come by his office anymore and kiss his cheek with his soft lips. But a small comfort is that he will still be able to glimpse him every day, even if Jimin pretends like he doesn’t exist.
He sits down in his chair and notices an envelope with Jimin’s pretty cursive. He doesn’t know what to expect, but still, his heart drops. He opens it carefully and dozens of colorful pieces of paper fall onto his desk. His confusion is dissipated when he finds two slightly bigger pieces of the same color, half a heart drawn on each of them, that when they are put together, complete each other.
His hands start to tremble and without having to look at the last paper in the envelope, he knows it’s Jimin’s resignment. He tries to regulate his breathing, but he can’t stop the tears from flowing down his face. The thought of never seeing Jimin again is like a knife through his heart. He tries to repeat to himself that he did the right thing, that Jimin will find someone better, someone good for him, someone that can cherish him the way he deserves. Someone that isn’t Taehyung.
Even if Jimin was that exact person for him.