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Taehyung sighed, his best friend's endless chatter finally building up in his skull and creating mind-numbing pain. Actually, that wasn't true, since if his mind were truly numbed, then he could at least escape the torture with a few months in a nice, quiet coma.
He clutched his books, hoping to find some relief and comfort in the familiar as Jimin continued to wave his hands about excitedly, the subject today being his birthday party that coming Saturday.
Today was Monday.
Taehyung and Jimin had been friends since their mothers had decided to take the same pre birth education class before their birth. After they were born , their mothers got them together for every holiday and play date that could be crammed onto the calendar.
It was through this forced companionship that a real bond was formed. From six months to now, they were inseparable.
Jimin was fun, spontaneous, and very, very popular and had perfect body curve, was every high schooler's dream. Girls wanted to be him, everyone wanted to date him, and he still had that air of untouchability, except around Taehyung.
Long, jet black, silk-like hair shone in the artificial school light; and natural red lips made him one of the most desirable faces in the school. His size zero physique and perfect curves often made Taehyung want to kill him, and he did it already if he didn't love him so much.
Taehyung on the other hand, had too great body with great butt. His platinum blonde hair was unnaturally light and frizzy, his eyes a boring shade of brown, and he didn't dress to kill like Jimin. Usually, it was an oversized sweater or T-shirt with a pair of baggy jeans and his silver heart locket.
Both mothers and Jimin had complained numerous times about the nerd look he always carried. But Taehyung was Taehyung.
But back to Jimin, as the entire world usually did. Taehyung tilted his head down slightly so he could stare at how fast Jimin's plump lips could move as he talked. It was amazing, really. He'd once counted, and Jimin had managed 89 words in one minute.
"So, I was thinking something daring to wear for the party. Dad said no, but Mom's sending him out all night to find fake gifts and food that doesn't exist. He said as long as it didn't show everything off, it was fine and- Taehyung ?" Jimin waved his hand in front of Taehyung's face, causing the blonde to blink and grin apologetically.
"I'm sorry Jimin, it was your lips. You're just so damn sexy!" The cheerleaders walking by stopped hearing him and gaped before scurrying off, whispering excitedly to each other in their annoying high-pitched dolphin-like voices. Jimin groaned.
"Taehyung, now you see why some people think we are dating! Why do you do this?"He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his best friend.
"Well even if they think, does it matter??" Taehyung shrugged, shutting his locker with a resounding bang. "I can care less what these egotistical bitches think of me."
"Also as if we could be a thing, we are both omegas and have clits."
Jimin rolled his eyes, rubbing the blossoming headache that always seemed to accompany him by his best friend. "Geez, Taehyung , we need to go over what you're wearing to my party."
Taehyung sighed, a flash of guilt spreading through his chest. He hated these same arguments whenever his best friend decided to throw a party. Taehyung much preferred hanging out at home watching the Evil Dead trilogy and laughing at the orange water they called blood while munching stuffed crust pizza.
"Jimin, you know I'm not going. I hate parties, and you always manage-" The rant died before it began. In fact, Taehyung's whole world stopped right then and there, and had he been able to form an intelligent and coherent thought, he would have berated himself for using such an overused description.
But how true it was.
The alpha passed him by, like always. He wore his football jersey like he always did on Mondays. He gave a half wave to Jimin, and Taehyung couldn’t help but stare at the bicep exposed by his jersey. Oooh, bad Taehyung .
Seokjin was a god among alphas. Body and face of a Greek God, a decent sense of humor, and he managed to pass his classes with a solid A-.
Taehyung was a brain, it was true, but hey, brains had sex drives, and Seokjin managed to push his pedals to full throttle.
"You know, when you get all glassy-eyed, I know you're using the car metaphors in your head again." Jimin's amused and slightly irritated voice broke Taehyung's inner sanctum where Seokjin was worshiping him with those oh so delicious lips of his. He gave himself a mental memo to hurt Jimin later for ruining a perfectly good fantasy.
"Hey, if it works, it works." Jimin's eyes narrowed, making them almost nonexistent, and Taehyung knew a just-tell-him lecture was about to commence. He hated hearing the same thing over and over again. If it didn’t sink in the first thirteen times, why would it the other twenty-six?
Thankfully, the bell managed to ring at just that moment, and Taehyung ran as fast as he could towards his class. Not without, of course, colliding with a rather solid object, sending him flying and landing on his butt.
"Woah!! Taehyung? Are you okay?"
Taehyung was still staring at the person's legs in jersey shorts, and he really didn't want to look up. He knew what would happen. He'd stop thinking, stare at the alpha, and be unable to come up with a coherent answer to any question he put to him.
Then he’d run as fast as he could in the other direction to get away from the freak. Scrambling to his feet, he snatched up his books and walked past him as quickly as he could without falling again, not bothering to answer him.
"Hey, wait up! You're Jimin’s friend, right?" Taehyung stiffened at the familiar line and only walked faster. It was always the same thing; you're Jimin’s friend? Can you give him this note for me? Can you give me his number? Can you ask him if he likes me?
Taehyung always politely flipped all the boys off. He didn't know if he could handle having Seokjin ask him if Jimin liked him or he'd go with him to a party as a date. He might actually beat the shit out of the alpha and risk expulsion.
"You've got good grades, right?" Damn, he caught up to him! Stupid perfect body with stupid perfect legs that go stupid perfect fast.
"Yeah." Don't look him in the eye, Taehyung. Bad things happen when you look at him.
"Any way I can talk you into some tutoring? Paid, of course." He managed to trap him between the door to his already in progress math class and his hard, marble-like body. Taehyung had a hard time breathing, trying not to stare at his chest although it was the only thing within his line of vision.
" Why do you need tutoring when you get A?"
Taehyung said, his hand reaching out mid air to turn the knob. He sucked in a deep breath and slid his eyes slowly up from the number on Seokjin’s jersey to his collar to his throat, finally resting on his eyes. He didn't look like he usually did, with polite indifference. For once, he seemed completely focused on something, and for some ridiculous reason, that something was him.
"One should always try to improve themselves more." He grinned.
Now the question was, would Taehyung pounce on him or run?
"Ok.''
"Tutoring?” Jimin’s voice perfectly mimicked Taehyung ’s deadpan tone whenever clothes were brought into a conversation. “He corners you in the hall, and instead of confessing your undying love and devotion, you agree to tutor him. What, pray tell, are you tutoring him in?”
Taehyung shrugged, letting the air of the open window cool down his face.
“Taehyung , come on! You’ve been salivating over that football player since tenth grade, and now God has decided that you’re not such a bad person and has dropped the perfect scenario in your lap! Sex in a library!” Jimin’s eyes glittered perversely as he switched gears, the car practically purring.
Taehyung sputtered and glared at his completely unrepentant best friend.
“We are not going to have sex in a library! We are not going to have sex period! I am going to tutor him in whatever, overcharge him, then graduate and never see him again.” Taehyung ignored the slight twinge in his chest when he said that. What did it matter if they never saw each other again? Wasn’t like he knew he existed outside of academic excellence. And he knew Seokjin liked Jimin, everyone does.
“Poor Taehyung , so lonely, so undersexed.”
“Jimin, shut up!! I fucking hate you.”
“Love you baby.”
And If Taehyung didn’t love him so much, and if they weren’t eighteen years old, he would pull him down a peg or two and rub mud on him.
Oh, to be five again.
"Ok, so your beginning is good, but after your opening is gets a little bit shaky. You need to draw out an outline so when you rewrite this, you’ll have a concrete map to get it done quickly.” Taehyung slid Seokjin ’s paper across the circular table back to the quarterback. It was the third day that he’d been tutoring him, and today he was having trouble with a history paper about architecture in Rome, namely the aqueducts.
Seokjin glanced over the paper and nodded, ripping out another piece of paper and copying the title of his history paper, or what he had of it anyway. “Yeah, I get it. It did sound stupid to me, glad I wasn’t alone in that.” The alpha flashed him a smirk that disarmed him momentarily. Damn, didn’t he know how much that really affected him? His legs had to be splashing on the floor at this point.
Taehyung mentally shook himself and tamped down his hormones. “It didn’t sound stupid, I knew what you wanted to say, but how you were saying it was awkward.”
Seokjin grinned at him cheekily from across the small table in the library. Thankfully Taehyung prepared himself this time for that fucking gorgeous smile. “Yeah, yeah, you’re just trying to make me feel better.”
“No, not really. If I wanted to make you feel better I’d do a better job at lying through my teeth.” Taehyung kicked himself for that, be a bitch right now, that’s fucking attractive.
“Ouch, ok, that hit my ego in the balls.” Yet the alpha was still grinning. Taehyung felt extremely uncomfortable at the way he kept focusing on him. When the hell did he become a blip on his radar?
Taehyung flushed and looked down, throwing his stuff in his bag. “Yeah well, I gotta go. I promised Jimin I’d meet him later and I’d like to run the opposite way while he’s not trying to sniff me out.”
Seokjin nodded, and if Taehyung didn’t know any better, he would have said that he looked almost disappointed at his sudden need to leave. He pulled out his wallet.
“How much do I owe you?”
Taehyung shook his head. “I don’t want your money. It's a free period anyways, I don’t do anything else except help stack books.”
Seokjin shoved his wallet back into his back pocket. “Fine. Then go with me to Jimin’s party, and we’ll be even.”
Taehyung couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t say anything. Had Jimin told him to ask him? Was he the senior prank this year and no one bothered to inform him?
“How could that possibly make us even?”
Taehyung finally managed that brilliant sentence in a tiny whisper of a voice, his eyes wide in total disbelief.
“I’ll pick you up at eight,” Seokjin gave him another grin and jogged out of the library, his bag swung over the shoulder haphazardly.
Taehyung would have slammed Jimin’s locker door on his hand if Jimin hadn’t snatched it away in time. “Jimin, what the hell did you do?!”
“What are you talking about? And keep your voice down!”
Taehyung counted to ten very, very slowly, glaring at his soon to be ex-best friend. “Seokjin just asked me to your birthday party.”
Jimin’s squeal could have easily been heard by dolphins off the coast of California. The glasses-wearing community was just grateful that he didn’t cost them a fortune for new lenses. “He asked you? That’s excellent!”
“No, that’s shit. Either you made him ask me, or he’s playing some dumbass prank on me.”
Taehyung tried to control the tears that threatened to come out. He was so damn tired of this whole school, and had been ready since freshman year to get out. If Seokjin was playing him, he didn’t know if he’d recover. He just knew that he couldn’t take it. "He fucking likes you! Then why would he?"
"Wait what??" Jimin blinked, couldn’t believe what he just heard.
"He is my cousin Taehyung!! What the fuck are you saying??!"
"What??" Taehyung paused for a moment, before crying hard and Jimin sighed. “I didn’t say a word to him, and I’m kinda hurt that you think I would. And Seokjin isn’t into the pranks, besides the fact that he’s the only the decent alpha around here. He’s not going to dump a bucket of blood over your head and make you massacre the entire prom.”
"I know him Tae, he is a good person. "
Taehyung sniffed and slumped against the lockers. “I don’t know, Jimin. The hottest guy who’s actually nice and extremely popular decides that he wants to take me as a date? Why am I finding this so hard to believe?”
Jimin flicked his forehead in annoyance. “Because you’re clinically depressed. Taehyung , he’s not better than you; YOU’RE better than him. You’re smart, hot, and he’d be an idiot not to ask you.”
Taehyung gave a small smile at that. “You’re just saying that because you know I wouldn’t kill you at the prom massacre.”
“Yeah, and?”
“I just don’t know if I want to go.” The thought of having all those people stare at him when he arrived with hot Seokjin , looking as dumpy as he always did, made him force back another wave of tears. It just didn’t feel like it would be worth it for the ridicule.
Jimin snorted. “Too late. You have a date, and we’re going to the mall now.” He grabbed Taehyung ’s hand and dragged him away, sparking new excited whispers amongst the cheerleaders.
“Guess who else is going to be fighting off the two omegas dating rumors.”
Taehyung paced the living room, glancing up at the clock for the third time in two minutes. 7:56. When was Seokjin going to get here? Maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke, making him wait all night.
The outfit chosen for him was an emerald green silk shirt, his black jeans were extremely tight that his ass looked like delicious peach. He went for simple and he hoped Seokjin liked it.
Taehyung was pulled out of his thoughts by the doorbell ringing loudly and insistently. He glanced at the clock and almost burst out laughing.
8:00 on the dot.
He grabbed the black jean jacket also purchased the day before and threw it on before opening the door. He was glad he was holding onto the door, or he might have fallen over.
Seokjin was standing there with his full forehead exposed. He wasn’t wearing his football jacket, thankfully, but rather a simple denim blue jacket. Underneath that he could see a black shirt with a band logo and a silver chain with a crucifix on it.
Once he shook himself out of his personal drool-fest, he closed the door and locked it, tucking the keys into the pocket of his jacket.
His parents were with Jimin's parents on some kind of a cruise for a week so that the boys could have some time alone. Some people thought it was stupid, but the boys were responsible, and Jimin would appoint about six people with cars to be sober all night in case someone needed a ride. The last time that lucky person was Taehyung , and the couple he’d been driving threw up all over him and their car.
Seokjin finally seemed to shake himself out of whatever was making him stare at him so long. He grinned, dragging his gaze over his body, or what he could see with the jacket on, pausing at his chest before meeting his eyes. Taehyung flushed, completely thrown off by the intensity of his gaze.
He half bowed, gesturing towards his car. “You ready?”
Taehyung nodded, walking past him to his car, giving the alpha a shaky half-smile when he ran to open it for him. He slid into the seat, silently giving approval at the lack of fast food bags or empty beer bottles. Seokjin jogged around the car and slid into the driver’s seat, starting up the car before clicking his seat belt into place.
The omega folded his arms over his chest protectively, still very wary of whatever Seokjin’s intentions might be.
The said male glanced at his way before pulling out into the road. “God, don’t look so happy, Taehyung , you’ll scare people with all that smiling and shit.”
Taehyung chose to ignore him.
Scratch that. No one had ever paid this much attention to him. Not an alpha, anyways. He felt a little intimidated by Seokjin’s unwavering gaze during their study sessions, how he seemed to keep following him when he scooted a couple inches away from him.
He didn’t even know why he kept trying to pay him for them, he was catching onto the material so quickly that he had serious doubts that he even needed his help.
He barely noticed that the car had stopped when Seokjin ’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
“Taehyung ?”
Taehyung flinched, turning towards the source of his current confusion. “Yeah?” He noticed that they weren’t at the party yet, but he wasn’t worried. Seokjin may turn out to be an asshole before the night was over, but a rapist he was not.
Seokjin sighed, giving him a sidelong look. “Have I somehow offended you?”
Taehyung blinked, trying to refrain from biting his lip. “No.”
“Are you going through your heat?”
“No!”
“Okay, good; then what the hell is with the silent treatment? "
Taehyung sighed, fingers idly playing with his jacket cuff. “Am I the senior prank? Am I going to have pig blood dumped on me or have naked pictures posted around the school?”
Seokjin blinked, his jaw dropping slightly before running his fingers through his long hair. The omega watched and waited, until finally he couldn’t take it anymore and opened the door, slamming it shut and hugging his jacket closer as he walked in the opposite direction of the car.
He bit down on his lip hard, trying to stop the tears that insisted on coming. Damn Seokjin and his football fucker buddies! He should have known that this whole thing was some kind of sick setup. Alphas were all the same. He should-
Suddenly Taehyung ’s whole world spun around, only to come to a sudden halt when a pair of warm lips crashed down on his own. His eyes widened only to slide shut languidly when Seokjin’s tongue parted his lips, a shiver racing down his spine when that same tongue fought his for dominance.
He almost melted when Seokjin tangled his hand in his hair tilted his head back, the other hand sliding down his back. He gasped when he made a bold move to caress his ass, his whole body tingling and warming at the sensation, slick leaking.
Seokjin slowly pulled away, warm puffs of air teasing the omega's slightly swollen lips. They both panted as Taehyung opened his eyes, barely smothering a gasp at the lust and something else swimming in his obsidian depths. “There will be no pranks, no blood, and nothing naked that you don’t agree to and enjoy.”
Taehyung didn’t reply. He couldn’t. Instead, he dragged his lips back to Seokjin’s, moaning as the kiss deepened. When the alpha grabbed his hips and pulled them flush against his own, he didn’t flinch at the evidence of how much Seokjin really wanted him.
Instead, heat suffused his face as he ran his hand up his arm, smiling when one of Seokjin’s hands found a bit of bare skin on his hip to stroke as his shirt slid up.
Taehyung couldn’t help but ask “Why?”
Seokjin grinned at him, running his thumb over his swollen lips. “Boy, you’re completely oblivious. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask you out for months. Jimin kept pushing me, but you seemed so uninterested in me.”
Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows, trying not to let Seokjin ’s roving hands distract him from his thoughts. “Okay, but why me? You realize I dress at least two sizes too big, right? I don’t wear makeup, and-“
The alpha cut him off again with another one of his oh-so-hot kisses. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. You’re smart, gorgeous with or without makeup, and I like that you have a hard-edge attitude. You’re not a giggling mess like other omegas but still hot as hell."
Taehyung bit his lip, mulling over everything he told him. He looked up at him through his heavy lashes. “Wanna skip the party?”
Seokjin cocked an eyebrow. “Won’t Jimin get mad?”
“Trust me, when he finds out that we hooked up, that’ll be the best gift anyone could ever get him. He thinks my overall bitchiness is from sex deprivation.”
Seokjin grabbed his hand and led him to the car, barely waiting in time for seat belts to fasten before making a U-turn and speeding back to his place. “You’ve been deprived of sex?”
“My whole life.” That made the car come to a screeching halt. Seokjin put on the brake in the middle of the road, turning towards him.
“You’re a virgin?” Taehyung wasn’t sure whether to be offended or flattered with that question. He figured why not go with the former.
“Is that so hard to believe?” Seokjin reached over, cupping his head and practically sucking his soul out of his body with a kiss.
"Its not that. And, I’m not as experienced as you might think.”
Taehyung had to hold back a full-out laugh at that one. “No hundred of bedpost notches?"
Seokjin glared. “No. Two, Just two. I don’t happen to believe in beer and easy lays.”
Taehyung leaned over and nipped his neck. “Well then, we’ll both learn something. The sooner we drive, the sooner we get back to my house.”
Seokjin groaned. “And your parents?”
“Like a bad porno, out of town for a couple of days.”
It Didn’t take Seokjin long to get back to his house, and it only took a few seconds for Taehyung to unlock the house. It took enough less time for Seokjin’s lips to fuse themselves to Taehyung’s as they stumbled upstairs to his room, removing both jackets and his shirt in the process before assaulting his nipples with his tongue, ringing a strangled gasp from him.
The alpha picked him up, pulling his thighs to wrap around his waist, and carried him to the bed, setting him down as gently as he could while still nipping and suckling his breasts.
“Seokjin!!” his name on his lips was a breathy gasp, an ego booster like no other. He switched to the other breast, laving it and leaving tiny hickeys across the top and sides of his impossibly soft flesh.
Slowly, he made his way down his chest to his stomach, practically rolling his eyes in the back of his head when he saw Taehyung's belly button ring. He tugged and suckled it, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them off.
Taehyung threaded his fingers in his hair at the base of his skull, whimpering when his tongue reached the top of his panties. Only two omegas?! More like two hundred!"
He nipped the skin around his panty line before pulling them off, immediately attacking his clit with his tongue. The omega tightened his fingers in his hair, hips thrusting upwards of their own accord.
Like any teenage omega with a sex drive he’d masturbated before, but nothing he’d ever done could compare to this. The slick muscle tormented his clit for a moment longer before thrusting into his warm, wet passage, making him shudder and mewl his appreciation.
Taehyung had gotten off numerous times by just rubbing his clit, but the orgasm he felt building was deeper, warmer than any he’d ever had before. Masturbating took the edge off; he was never completely satisfied. His thighs shook around Seokjin ’s face, and when he swiped his thumb along his clit with his tongue he screamed, coming apart at the edges.
Panting, he practically growled and pulled the alpha on top of him, tasting himself on those intoxicating lips as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down feverishly. He thanked God that he wasn’t wearing any boxers, or briefs for that matter.
Taehyung nipped his ear before flipping him over, positioning himself and dropping down on his cock before Seokjin could protest; the only sound he heard after that was a groan as his hands shot to his hips, stilling him before he could do anything else. The pain wasn’t excruciating like everyone said, more like getting a cut and waiting the few moments for the sting to die down
“I could have done it,” Seokjin whispered, his confused expression pulling a smile from Taehyung’s lips before he kissed him.
“I know, but I wanted it to be quick and you would have been slow to keep me from hurting. And before you ask, I’m on the pill.”
He shifted then, grinning at the way the alpha's eyes rolled into the back of his head briefly. He started to move, rotating his hips in a circle. Seokjin ’s eyes were absolutely smoldering, sending his whole body on fire as he began to move his hips faster, moaning at just how insanely good he felt inside him.
He had tried to just think about getting past the pain, but now that it was gone, everything tingled. Every time Seokjin bucked up, a wave of pleasure shot from his breasts to his toes. His calloused hands caressed and pinched his hard nipples, bring a sob of need to his lips.
Damn, didn’t he realize? Didn’t he know just how fucking perfect this was? Taehyung’s golden honey skin beaded with sweat, his abdominal muscles visibly straining as he moved, his hands on his skin. Seokjin just wanted to crawl inside him forever and just fucking die, it was all so perfect.
Suddenly Taehyung was on his back, mouth covered harshly as his thighs were draped over broad shoulders and hands were held above his head. The alpha pounded into him, reaching deeper and deeper as the knot became tighter and tighter in his belly. When he bit where his neck met his shoulder, he screamed his name, his back coming completely off the bed.
It only took a few more thrusts before Seokjin joined him, practically growling his name in his ear, warmth flooding his insides. He quickly rolled to his side, his cock still inside, kissing Taehyung softly before using his breast as a substitute pillow.
“So,” Taehyung broke the tranquil silence of their afterglow, “What does this mean?”
Seokjin propped his head up on his stomach, flashing him a grin. “Well, this means that we sleep for a few hours, do it a few more times, and then sleep again. The process repeats until Monday, when we finally leave for school but with a date set up, and hopefully this time we make it to the predetermined location.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “I was really wasting time tutoring you, wasn’t I?”
“More than likely.”
The omega smiled and scratched his scalp lightly with his fingernails. “So, are we dating now?”
Seokjin rose then, crawling up his body like a sleek panther stalking his prey. He kissed him deeply, reigniting flames inside him that demanded to be extinguished, then making his way down his jaw.
“Yeah,” He murmured circling his hips slowly making Taehyung moan." I will not let you live sex-deprived anymore."
“Cocky!”
“Nerd!”
“Seokjin you- Oh shit, right there! Ah don't stop!”