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Jungkook didn’t know how to be a boyfriend.
Which was lucky, because he wasn’t a boyfriend.
It’s not like he wanted to be someone’s boyfriend either. Relationships were messy and he didn’t have the time nor the attention span for them, but if someone was – hypothetically – worth that time and attention then – hypothetically – Jungkook wouldn’t know how to be a boyfriend.
Fortunately, no one was asking him to be their boyfriend.
No one that mattered, anyway.
No one at all.
It wasn’t like there was an alpha that Jungkook wanted to be boyfriends with.
Like a stupid, cocky, asshole alpha that Jungkook had to see almost every day, one that had a scent he couldn’t stop thinking about, all heady and spiced that Jungkook wanted to breathe in and shake off all at the same time, one that Jungkook craved to be touched by and gave in without hesitation each time yet felt like a whirlwind of frustration whenever they were apart.
Park fucking Jimin.
It had only been a few weeks since the college semester started after summer break, and once again proving how right Jimin often was Jungkook had to sit out of training for those few weeks as well as the upcoming first match because of his ankle. Like Jungkook had told the other alpha though, he wasn’t concerned about missing out. He attended each training session regardless, continued working out at the campus gym without straining his ankle, and bided his time until he could play again. By now, walking wasn’t a problem but Jungkook’s football coach wasn’t willing to risk worsening the injury until the team’s physiotherapist – who was also one of Jimin’s professors – gave the all clear.
Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off Jimin. They hadn’t talked in a few days, not even a text message between them, and Jungkook couldn’t be sure why. They had been hot and cold with each other ever since returning to college, the awkwardness between them when on campus surrounded by other people the complete opposite to the way they devoured each other in the dorm rooms between classes.
Initially, Jungkook was content with not talking about whatever relationship they had – or whether it was a relationship at all. The abrupt change from despising each other to acknowledging there was an attraction – and something else? – between them was a little head-spinning, and Jungkook had rather just not talk about it at all like the elephant in the room. Their friends still didn’t know the extent of the change between them after the camping trip, so Jungkook and Jimin were only ever hooking up when no one would see them.
But now... Jungkook was getting a little irritated, and his alpha was getting restless. He knew why he didn’t want to talk about their relationship, but why didn’t Jimin? What was his excuse? Jimin started all this, after all. He kissed Jungkook first – he upturned all Jungkook’s feelings and made him realise the hatred and anger was covering up something else.
So Jimin needed to take responsibility for it. Jimin needed to be the one to initiate the conversation. Why the fuck should Jungkook do it?
It’s not like he wanted to be Jimin’s boyfriend.
It’s not like he wanted everyone to know that Jimin was his and he was Jimin’s.
Not at all.
There was a mix of exhausted murmurs and laughter filling the locker room as the team grabbed their bags and walked out after training ended, the coach departing as well. Jimin glanced at Jungkook, just a cursory thing that Jungkook couldn’t quite decipher the meaning of, but Jungkook took it as an invitation anyway. He started across the locker room, unsure what his intentions were but wanting something regardless and—
Then Jimin walked away.
Jungkook froze, mouth agape and Jimin’s name poised at his lips but the other alpha had slung his bag over his shoulder and was already at the exit, not a second glance back.
“How’s your ankle, JK?”
He blinked, tearing his gaze away from the locker room door as it shut behind Jimin and looked instead to Hajoon. He was the captain of the football team, an alpha as well and a foot taller than Jungkook, his scent fresh and light against Jeongguk’s nose but in a way that always had him feeling like he was about to sneeze, like over-fragranced baby powder. His alpha hated it.
“Huh?”
Hajoon chuckled, damp black curls swinging in front of his eyes. “I was just asking about your ankle.”
“Oh, yeah it’s fine,” Jungkook finally answered, pushing away the pang of frustration in his chest.
“We’ve been missing you during training, even though you’re watching from the sidelines. Think you’ll be playing our first game on Friday?”
Jungkook shrugged, unconcerned. “Unlikely. Professor Lee wants to wait another week or two.”
“Man, I don’t know how you’re so chill. I’d be itching to get on the field for the first match if I was in your place.”
Jungkook did have an itch, but it wasn’t to get on the field. He was itching to get on Jimin’s di—
“You wanna go out tonight?”
The question took a moment to land, but then Jungkook was scrunching his nose up at Hajoon with another, “Huh?” leaving his lips.
“Oh— I — I mean, go out with me and a few of the team! We’re going to meet up for a couple of drinks at Chaser’s tonight,” Hajoon explained, readjusting his bag that hung from his shoulder.
Jungkook perked up at that, if only by the thought of Jimin being there too.
“Is Park going?”
“He said he’d think about it but don’t worry, I’m sure he won’t come,” said Hajoon, and it was a reminder that Hajoon and the rest of the team still thought Jungkook and Jimin hated each other. He used to ask whether Jimin would be attending social events just to decide not to go, and yet here he was asking for the opposite reason.
The realisation that Jimin wouldn’t be there made Jungkook all the less enthusiastic.
“I’ll, uh, let you know,” he decided.
“Okay, sure. I can text you a time so you can meet me there, if you want.”
They went their separate ways as they walked out of the locker room, the small parking lot of the campus football field empty now. Perhaps naively, Jungkook had imagined he and Jimin would walk out together after training sessions and matches, wait for each other to finish showering and packing away their gear – not that Jungkook would ever admit that out loud, especially not now.
Jungkook made his way back to the dorms by himself though, had been doing so after every training session. It was late afternoon and as Jungkook returned to the common areas on campus there were plenty of students milling about, sitting in scattered groups around the grassy areas or strolling between buildings. The dormitory was tucked away in a quiet corner of the campus, close to the library and cafeteria buildings, and Jungkook swiped his student ID card to open the front door.
His roommate wasn’t home, but that didn’t surprise Jungkook. Mingyu had finally sealed the deal with a girl on campus and ever since the semester started he had been spending all his free time with her, either on dates or at her dorm on the other side of the building. Not only had Jungkook been thrilled for his friend he had also been thrilled for himself, the idea that he would have the dorm to himself more often had created a fantasy of falling asleep and waking up with Jimin in his bed.
Well, that fantasy had been drop-kicked out of his mind pretty fucking quickly.
Sure, Jimin had come to his dorm and they had fooled around a few times, but Jimin didn’t hang around afterwards. He always had an excuse at the ready – and Jungkook always refrained from asking outright.
He didn’t, however, refrain from asking Jimin to come over and that was exactly what he did now. Knowing Mingyu would be gone for the night Jungkook thought the timing perfect, so he ignored the brush-off Jimin gave him in the locker room and tapped out a message.
You:
Mingyu’s out. Come over?
Jungkook scrolled upwards as he waited for a reply, seeing the lull in messages during the previous few days. The last message had been from Jimin, just an eye-rolling emoji he had used to respond to some stupid joke Jungkook sent him. There had been a bit of banter, the type that had Jungkook grinning foolishly into his phone and his alpha wriggling like an excited puppy and although there was an undertone of antagonism that was familiar to the both of them it was softer at the edges, not lined with barbs but more like… affection.
The little dots of a message being typed appeared on screen.
Park Fucking Jimin:
I’ve got plans tonight. Tomorrow?
You:
Are you going to Chaser’s?
Park Fucking Jimin:
Can’t. Don’t let them drink too much if you go. They were fucking horrendous at training today already.
Jungkook rolled his eyes. He wanted to ask about Jimin’s plans, wanted to suggest that Jimin come over later even if it was after midnight, but Jungkook refused to come across as desperate so he replied only with a thumbs-up emoji. Disappointment sat heavily in his chest.
He hated the feeling.
His phone vibrated in his hand and he quickly checked his messages again, only to find that it wasn’t from Jimin. The message was from Hajoon.
Baby Powder
6pm. You coming? First drink’s on me.
Fuck it, he thought and tossed aside his phone. Jimin didn’t want the team to drink too much and impair their fitness, but he didn’t say anything about Jungkook not drinking.
It was almost six o’clock by the time Jungkook had finished showering and dressed in new clothes. He chose one of the many pairs of baggy black pants he owned, but he tucked the ends into his heavy combat boots and with the nighttime temperatures still mild he wore a fitted white t-shirt and his favourite black bomber jacket.
With a quick message back to Hajoon, Jungkook left the dorms.
Chaser’s was the go-to bar for college students, given how near it was to the campus and the discounted prices if you showed up with your student ID card. Jungkook only had to follow the sidewalk out of the campus to reach the bar, the name Chaser’s written like simple graffiti above the front door. The bouncer waved Jungkook in without asking for ID.
“JK!”
Hajoon was the first one to see Jungkook, jumping out of his chair like the damn golden retriever he was and coaxing Jungkook toward the group with a wave of his hand. The bar offered a variety of live music so a stage was set up at the front, what would eventually become a dancefloor filled with tall tables and stools given it was early evening and not quite at that point in the night where people were intoxicated enough to dance. Low lighting filled the space and larger tables for bigger groups hugged the walls, while the black-lacquered bar was manned by a few staff already fulfilling drink orders.
Jungkook stumbled as Hajoon threw a heavy arm around his shoulders, giving the impression he had already had one drink too many despite it being not that long after six o’clock. The captain’s powdery scent tickled Jungkook’s nose but fortunately he was released a moment later, allowing Jungkook to perch himself on one of the empty stools.
The whole team hadn’t shown up, which didn’t surprise Jungkook. There were plenty who weren’t the drinking type on a school night, like Jimin, so there were only five others seated around the table and who greeted Jungkook with raised beverages.
There was a tray of empty shot glasses in the middle of the table, except for one that hadn’t yet been drunk. Hajoon picked it up and slid it over to Jungkook with a grin.
“Oh and don’t worry, Jimin’s not coming tonight,” said the captain, nudging Jungkook in the arm.
Jungkook wrapped his fingers around the shot glass. “I know. He said he had—”
“Studying to do, yeah.”
Studying? Jungkook looked up at Hajoon, perplexed. “He told you he was studying tonight?”
“Crazy, right? The semester only just started! He needs to relax a bit,” Hajoon answered with a scoff.
Jungkook’s gut twisted, his eyes dropping back down to the awaiting shot glass. If Jimin was studying, why didn’t he want to come see Jungkook? And why didn’t he just say he was studying? Or was he lying?
Whether Jimin was lying to him, or to Hajoon, Jungkook didn’t know.
That twist in his gut turned to frustration, sharp and hot, and he tossed back the shot decisively. The spicy taste of tequila burned down his throat as he turned to Hajoon and, ignoring Jimin’s request, Jungkook said, “Another round?”
Because fuck Park Jimin.
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Jungkook absolutely, most definitely, did not regret drinking too much last night.
The soft sounds of stifled giggling had Jungkook opening his eyes. He lay with his head nestled on the pillow of his folded arms, the quiet of the library blissful to his pounding head. Mingyu had returned to the dorm this morning, having no qualms in waking Jungkook up and talking his ear off about the night he spent with his girlfriend, so Jungkook had retreated to the library instead where he was guaranteed quiet.
Here, where whispers were encouraged and loud noises were hissed at by the librarian, Jungkook had found himself a table hidden behind the aisles of books and intended on napping until his hangover faded away. That didn’t leave him entirely undisturbed though, like now – a couple of female students had ventured into Jungkook’s corner, looking for privacy of their own, though they didn’t notice Jungkook straight away. The couple were too caught up in scenting each other, the omega girl was nuzzling into the other’s neck, scenting like they hadn’t seen each other in months, and although Jungkook scrunched his nose at the sickly sweet pheromones emanating from them he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
It felt like ages since Jimin had last scented him.
And Jimin was the only person Jungkook liked being scented by.
The couple spotted Jungkook then, blushes colouring their cheeks before they quickly hurried away, leaving Jungkook to close his eyes once more.
He thought he might be able to sleep off his hangover here, if he could just get a couple of uninterrupted hours.
Except.
Books slammed onto the table beside him so suddenly Jungkook flinched, pain thumping through his head at the same time. He clutched at his head and looked up, ready to curse out whoever felt the need to disturb him only to find that it was Taehyung and Jimin.
Had he not been so hungover he might have noticed the approach of their scents, the fragrant smell of sweet and tart berries mixing with the heavier, headier scent of familiar spices that, in most cases, made Jungkook’s head swim with pleasant arousal. Now, Jungkook only felt his stomach churn.
Or maybe that was due to the looming reprimand he could see in Jimin’s expression.
Despite that, Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from checking Jimin out. Why did the fucker look good no matter what he wore? His outfit wasn’t anything special, just a slim-fitting charcoal sweater with a crewneck that shaped his collar and shoulders nicely, the faint outline of his pecs visible by the way the shirt was pressed against his chest under the satchel strap that crossed over his body, and a pair of faded-grey skinny jeans that accentuated his slender frame. He hadn’t styled his blonde hair either, leaving it freshly tousled and falling over his forehead effortlessly.
Even the stern, tense line of Jimin’s lips couldn’t detract from their fullness, the soft pinkness of them.
Fuck, Jungkook wanted to kiss them so bad. He could feel the urge of his alpha, wanting to reach forward and claim Jimin but also roll over and present itself all at the same time.
In contrast, Taehyung was grinning like a cheshire cat as he regarded Jungkook’s condition. “You had a fun night out, apparently.”
Jungkook might have agreed had he remembered anything, or if Jimin wasn’t staring him down. Instead he offered a faint shrug and said, “It was just a couple of drinks.”
“A couple of drinks?” Taehyung repeated with a snort, he sat down opposite Jungkook and Jimin did the same after a second or two delay. “I’m pretty sure I counted more than just a couple of drinks in the photos.”
Jungkook lifted his brow, panic jolting through him. “Photos? What photos?”
It was Jimin who got his phone out first and with a few flicks of his finger, he turned the phone around and lay it on the table so Jungkook could see the screen. The other alpha had opened Instagram and, more specifically, Hajoon’s profile to where the latest five photos all featured Jungkook’s face in various states of intoxication. There was one where he held a shot glass in each hand, Hajoon and a few of the others standing around him as if they were egging him on; another photo had Hajoon with his arm slung around Jungkook’s shoulders again, leaning into each other with their expressions frozen mid-laugh.
“I didn’t realise you and the team captain were such good friends,” Jimin remarked then, snatching his phone back before Jungkook could inspect the other photos.
Guilt prickled across Jungkook’s skin, like an itch. He didn’t exactly know what he felt guilty about though; it was another feeling he hated, and with Jimin looking at him the way that he was Jungkook bristled in response.
“Perhaps you don’t know me very well then,” he snapped, slumping back in his chair with folded arms.
“Oh, don’t you two start,” Taehyung said wearily.
Jimin rolled his eyes, but that only heightened Jungkook’s irritation and so he said, “How was your boring-ass night studying?”
“Studying?” Taehyung repeated, shooting Jimin a look of confusion.
It only reinforced the suspicion that Jimin had been lying.
“I wasn’t just studying, I had plans,” the other alpha answered, holding Jungkook’s gaze as he did. Jungkook waited for him to elaborate but when it became clear that he wouldn’t, Jungkook abruptly pushed away from the table, the chair legs scraping noisily against the floor.
“Whatever. I’m going back to the dorms,” Jungkook muttered.
“Jungkook—”
Taehyung and Jimin called his name at the same time, but Jungkook ignored them both. He earned a few glances from other students as he strode out of the library and Jungkook knew his scent was spiking, knew the jagged edges of his frustration was causing his scent to react and that Jimin could probably smell it too.
The fact that Jimin could probably smell it and wasn’t coming after Jungkook only made it all the more worse.
His alpha wilted with the sense of rejection.
Jungkook didn’t attend training that afternoon. He knew his absence would be noticed by everyone, even if he wasn’t actually expected to attend while his ankle recovered, and a part of him felt a little bad knowing that several of his teammates would still be trying to shake off their hangover like he was, but Jungkook didn’t care. He stopped checking his phone too, stopped hoping for a message from Jimin asking where he was, asking to see him, or just checking if he was all right.
The next time they did see each other was at the first game of the season.
And Jungkook’s team lost.
He wouldn’t claim that it was because of his absence on the field, but secretly Jungkook told himself that was exactly the reason. The team didn’t play a bad game, not really, but the Bobcats were simply better. It wasn’t a surprise, given the rivalry between the two teams and how close the Bobcats had come to winning last year’s season, that they had come to BNU with a point to prove. Unfortunately for BNU, that point had been proven.
Jimin may have been vice-captain, but he took the role of bad cop more often than Hajoon as the captain did. Jungkook was sure Hajoon enjoyed being liked by his team too much to give the harsh words when the harsh words were needed so Jimin, and the coach of course, did it for him.
Once everyone had changed out of their uniforms and showered, the team gathered in the locker room to listen to Jimin point out all the issues from the game. Hajoon occasionally chimed in with words of encouragement as if it could soften the blows, while Jungkook stood at the back and observed – well, he observed Jimin.
Perhaps it was because he wasn’t one of the players being berated, but he couldn’t help but think how attractive Jimin was when he spoke with authority. That was the other change in their dynamic that messed with Jungkook’s head ever since their camping trip – he used to enjoy riling Jimin up just to see him lose his cocky, calm composure but now Jungkook enjoyed it because it turned him on. Jimin’s arrogance still pissed him off, sure, but when it was followed by a heavy make-out session Jungkook couldn’t help but be addicted to the rollercoaster. He had always been an adrenaline junkie, after all.
Right now, however, the heat in Jungkook’s veins was both arousal and anger. He hadn’t forgotten about Jimin’s little lie the other night and, over the past few days, Jungkook had done nothing other than stew on it, let it churn and churn inside him to create a whirlpool of frustration and anger inside him.
Which was why, as everyone else was filing out of the locker room and Jimin was gathering the last of his things, Jungkook said, “Why are you acting like such an asshole?”
All at once, everyone froze. The players who hadn’t already left the locker room all turned in unison to look between Jungkook and Jimin, a collective breath held amongst them. They weren’t unfamiliar to Jungkook and Jimin’s arguments, but given the foul mood in which Jimin had been in during the post-game briefing their shock at Jungkook’s remark was evident.
Jimin dropped his jacket back on top of his bag and turned away from his locker. “Did you just call me an asshole?”
“You were acting like one, so yeah. I did,” Jungkook quipped.
“Guys—”
Hajoon tried to intervene, but Jimin silenced with him a hand up and said, “Get out, all of you.”
Despite being the captain, Hajoon had no desire to get in the middle and so he turned away, quickly ushering the others out with him. The door swung shut behind them, leaving Jungkook alone with Jimin in the locker room and Jungkook thought that a good thing, because suddenly he was feeling even more enthusiastic at the idea of provoking the other alpha.
“It was the first game of the season, Jimin. It’s no reason to yell at the guys like you just did.”
“Being shit on the field sounds like the perfect reason for me to yell,” said Jimin scathingly.
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “They weren’t shit. The other team was just better.”
“You weren’t even playing,” said Jimin, reaching for his jacket once more. “Why the fuck do you care how I was talking?”
“I’m still part of the team, asshole,” Jungkook snapped back.
Jimin whirled back around – and slammed Jungkook into the lockers. The loud clang was sharp against Jungkook’s ears but there was no one left in the locker room to hear the sound. Had it been anyone else Jungkook’s alpha would have retaliated instantly, and although Jungkook could have easily pushed Jimin off him he didn’t want to, not when the show of strength stirred arousal in his gut and the action had brought Jimin right up against him.
He liked having Jimin this close.
But he hated that he had to pick a fight with Jimin just to get this close.
“Stop calling me an asshole,” Jimin uttered.
Jungkook tipped his chin up. “Stop acting like one then, asshole.”
“You little—”
They could have kept arguing and slinging insults because that was familiar territory for them, but Jungkook wanted to shut Jimin up and he knew the best way to do it. He wrapped his fingers around Jimin’s nape and jerked him forward, crashing their lips together in a rough, messy kiss of teeth and lips but Jimin responded instantly. He took control like he always did and Jungkook’s knees buckled slightly when he felt Jimin’s hand press more firmly against his throat, not quite choking him but almost giving the impression of it – and hey, that was new. Jungkook didn’t realise he had a choking kink.
Jimin broke the kiss by dragging his teeth against Jungkook’s bottom lip and at the same time he pushed his knee forward between Jungkook’s thighs, deliberately pressing against his dick.
“Did you try to pick a fight with me on purpose?” Jimin asked lowly, creeping his hand up Jungkook’s throat and forcing Jungkook to tip his head back.
“That depends,” Jungkook answered, fighting back the grin that was lifting his mouth. “Did it work?”
Jimin wasn’t amused. “Get on your knees then.”
Jungkook glanced surreptitiously at the locker room door. He knew the chances of anyone walking in were slim, but rather than worry about those chances he felt a subtle thrill sweep up his spine at the thought of being seen.
Maybe then everyone would know Jungkook was Jimin’s and Jimin was Jungkook’s.
Dragging his hands down Jimin’s ribs to grip firmly at his hips, Jungkook lowered to his knees and came eye-level to the developing bulge beneath Jimin’s sweatpants. He hooked a hand under the waistband, scraping his blunt nails over the sensitive skin and trail of light hair before finding the base of Jimin’s cock. He heard the other alpha breathe in, caught the shifting aroma of Jimin’s intoxicating scent as his arousal heightened, and as Jungkook freed Jimin’s hot, flushed cock he sent his gaze upward so their eyes could lock.
The thrill of satisfaction hummed through Jungkook at the dazed look Jimin already had on his face, as if the anticipation of having his dick in Jungkook’s mouth was overwhelming him. Or maybe Jimin had felt just as deprived as Jungkook had? Maybe he missed Jungkook’s touch just as much as Jungkook had missed his?
Spurred by those thoughts, Jungkook licked over the head indulgently before pressing his lips to it, letting them widen around the girth of Jimin’s cock slowly, teasingly, so Jimin could watch the way he disappeared into Jungkook’s mouth.
Jimin huffed a laugh, as if knew what Jungkook was doing, and dropped a hand into Jungkook’s hair to scratch lightly through the strands. “Like being watched, don’t you?”
Only by you, Jungkook thought. He pulled back, sliding his mouth up the length and swirling his tongue around the cockhead once again and was rewarded with the first bead of pre-cum. Jimin’s grip tightened just enough to encourage Jungkook to pick up the pace, sinking down and reeling back in a rhythm he knew Jimin liked. He slipped his other hand under Jimin’s t-shirt and splayed his fingers against the alpha’s lower back, coaxing him forward, more closely, and Jimin had to brace himself with his own hand against the locker above Jungkook’s head.
“Keep going, baby. Deeper now, we both know you can do it,” Jimin whispered, his hips starting to rock slightly.
The words had Jungkook’s stomach tightening, brought his attention momentarily to the ache in his own pants where his dick had started to strain against his pants but then Jimin was thrusting more, overtaking the pace Jungkook had sent so Jungkook slackened his jaw. Jimin brought his other hand down to cup Jungkook’s chin and their eyes were on each other again, gazes held as Jimin chased his orgasm into Jungkook’s throat. Jungkook felt tears pricking his eyes as Jimin pushed deeper but he didn’t close them, too intent on watching Jimin’s face as his pleasure built and built all because of Jungkook’s mouth.
Jimin was panting, his body bowing forward as his hips moved, his hands still holding Jungkook’s head yet without any pressure, as if he was making a conscious effort to keep his grip gentle. And then Jungkook saw it, the moment right before Jimin came because his mouth snapped open in a soundless gasp and Jungkook’s mouth was full, cum spilling down his throat that he quickly swallowed.
The strain in Jungkook’s jaw disappeared as Jimin pulled out of his mouth, but then Jimin was tugging on Jungkook’s arm and so he stumbled to his feet. He didn’t get the chance to even catch his breath before Jimin was kissing him, like he wanted to taste himself on Jungkook’s lips. The kiss was hungry, desperate almost, as if Jimin was unsated even after cumming.
“Turn around,” Jimin ordered, though his tone was soft, a seductive whisper that had Jungkook shuddering with anticipation.
He did as he was told, his chest hitting the lockers with another clang as Jimin pressed in behind him. The fact that Jimin was slightly smaller in stature than Jungkook and yet somehow managed to feel the opposite was a skill Jungkook couldn’t comprehend but delighted in regardless.
“You gonna fuck me? Right here in the locker room?” Jungkook asked, pushing his ass back just as Jimin’s hands came around to work at his zipper.
Jimin groaned. “Don’t tempt me.”
The heat of Jimin’s hand at his cock made Jungkook moan, head dropping onto forward against the locker. “Why – why not?” he whined.
“Not enough time, and I don’t want just a quick fuck,” Jimin told him, though he rubbed his soft cock against Jungkook’s ass as if in consideration. “My parents want—”
“Please don’t talk about your fucking parents right now,” Jungkook cut in before Jimin could kill the mood.
Jimin scoffed. “Then stop asking questions.”
Jungkook moaned instead, the sound falling from his lips as Jimin stroked his cock with one hand while the other brushed over his balls.
“Fuck, fuck,” Jungkook uttered, breathing harshly. “My – my neck. Scent me, please. Please.”
Jimin responded by swiping his tongue across Jungkook’s scent gland, licking all the way up to the column of his neck into the sensitive junction beneath his ear. Jungkook whined for more, heat and tension coiling in the pit of his stomach as Jimin smeared precum over his cock with each stroke.
“Hyung—”
And then Jimin nuzzled his nose into Jungkook’s scent gland and their scents bloomed against each other, the subtle fragrance of roses mingling with head-spinning rum and spices. Jungkook was so lost in the feeling of Jimin scenting him that his orgasm caught him by surprise, the sudden eruption of pleasure making his back arch and his head fall back against Jimin’s shoulder. His knee buckled but Jimin held him upright, one arm curled tightly around his waist to hold him through his release.
They stood like that for a few moments, their laboured breaths almost in synch. Jungkook opened his eyes only for them to flutter closed when Jimin tenderly ghosted his lips over Jungkook’s scent gland in soft, chaste kisses.
It was these moments Jungkook looked forward to the most, if he were to be honest; the moments where the fire, the roughness, the hunger and bickering disappeared to leave something soft and tender, raw even.
Jungkook craved these moments.
He turned around, dipping his head to catch Jimin’s lips and even the kiss they shared was warm, enough for Jungkook to melt into it.
Then Jimin pulled away. “I wasn’t brushing you off the other night, you know.”
Jungkook lifted his brow, taken aback by the words.
“My parents are in town from Seoul. I had to have dinner with them, that’s all.”
He had the urge to shrug it off and pretend like he didn’t care, like he hadn’t been mulling over the potential lie for the last few days, but there was an earnestness in Jimin’s eyes that Jungkook didn’t often see and so he nodded instead, accepting the honesty. Jimin rarely talk about his parents, but knowing what he did now about Jimin’s relationship with his parents Jungkook understood why.
He wanted to know more, though. He wanted to talk with Jimin more, spend time together doing things other than fucking and bickering.
Feeling determined, Jungkook said, “Do you think maybe tomorrow we could—”
But Jimin’s phone started ringing. It was buried somewhere in his bag, the basic ringtone muffled somewhat, and so Jimin hurried over to find it. One of his hands was dirtied from having gotten Jungkook off and so he used his clean hand only, rummaging through his bag until he fished his phone out.
“It’s my dad,” he said, looking back to Jungkook. “You should go. I’ll shower again here.”
Jungkook didn’t get the chance to respond because Jimin answered the call, greeting his dad with little enthusiasm.
Sighing, Jungkook fixed up his clothes and retreated from the locker room.
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“Jungkook-ah, I’m pretty sure you didn’t call me just to ask about my work.”
Lying on his side, phone propped up against a pillow, Jungkook stared into the expectant face of Yoongi who sat on the other side of the screen with his studio behind him. The last ten minutes of the conversation had been Yoongi explaining the most recent software he had installed, the latest equipment he had purchased, and how that was improving the quality of music he was creating for himself personally and for those who had employed him.
All of which went right over Jungkook’s head. Sure, he loved seeing his hyung speak so enthusiastically about his passion, but Jungkook really had only called Yoongi for a specific reason – and Yoongi was right, it hadn’t been about his work.
Yoongi, like Taehyung and the others, still didn’t know that Jimin and Jungkook had been fucking each other’s brains out ever since they returned from the camping trip and, in recent weeks, that had made it difficult for Jungkook to find someone he could vent to about all his frustrations and confusions.
He needed to vent though.
Since their little session in the locker room, Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t hooked up. They had hardly even talked. Minimal messages were passed between them, Jimin usually taking the longest to respond, and even at training Jimin kept their interactions brief like they hadn’t been shoving their hands down each other’s pants and kissing each other like reunited lovers only a few days prior.
Jungkook couldn’t tell if he wanted to scream, punch Jimin in the gut, or collapse into an exhausted pile on the floor. Words pressed against the inside of his teeth, demanding to be spoken and yet Jungkook held back each time because he wanted Jimin to speak first.
Not speaking at all, however, was leaving Jungkook with a restless, frenetic buzz under his skin.
So, talking to Yoongi seemed like the safest option. He wasn’t around Jimin and Jungkook like Taehyung was, so it was highly unlikely Yoongi would put two and two together once Jungkook started talking.
Loosing a breath of resignation, Jungkook said, “There’s someone.”
“Someone.”
Yoongi’s tone was deadpan.
“You know, someone,” he repeated, with emphasis. When Yoongi offered nothing more but a blank stare, Jungkook glowered and added, “Someone I like. We kind of… confessed to each other, I guess? It was just before the semester started.”
“You’re dating?”
Jungkook pursed his lips for a moment. “Not exactly. I mean, I don’t think we are.”
“Okay. Start from the beginning, Kook-ah.”
He didn’t start from the beginning because that would have given too much away. “It was unexpected, but we both realised we liked each other. He told me he was attracted to me and I understood I had more feelings for him that I thought. We’ve been hooking up ever since and I guess I assumed that would lead to being, you know, boyfriends.”
“But it hasn’t?” Yoongi guessed.
“It hasn’t. He keeps sending me all these mixed messages. I know he likes me, I can feel it when we—”
“Please don’t finish that sentence.”
Jungkook blushed. “You know what I mean. I know he likes me, but then it feels like he’s putting all this distance between us.”
“Did he tell you he wanted to date you?”
“Well, not in those exact words.”
“Did you tell him you wanted to date him?”
“…No.”
“For fuck’s sake, Jungkook-ah. Were you expecting each other to master the art of reading minds?” Yoongi shook his head, a palm dragging down his face in exasperation. “Sounds to me like you’re just friends with benefits at this point.”
And, oh. That was exactly what it sounded like.
The thought sunk unpleasantly into the pit of Jungkook’s stomach, leaden and bitter. He rolled onto his back and let his eyes drift listlessly up to the ceiling, all the moments between him and Jimin passing through his mind until he went right back to that rainy morning in the campground. Not once did Jimin say he wanted to date Jungkook; he didn’t even say he liked Jungkook, did he? He just admitted to an attraction.
So that was all it was, a physical attraction?
They were just fucking because Jimin thought Jungkook was hot?
“You look like you’re about to have an existential crisis,” Yoongi remarked. “If you want something more with Jimin, then you need to talk to him about it.”
Jungkook clapped his hands over his face that was suddenly hot with frustration. “I’m such an idiot. All this time I thought we—”
He stopped, Yoongi’s words finally registering. The name Yoongi had spoken finally registering.
Peering through his fingers, Jungkook turned back to the phone. “What did you just say?”
“How stupid do you think I am, Kook-ah?” said Yoongi with a scoff, and the heat in Jungkook’s cheeks changed to that of embarrassment. Yoongi slouched back in his expensive studio chair and said, “I knew you were eye-fucking each other before either of you did. Just talk to him. If you both want different things then you put yourself first and walk away, but I suspect that won’t be the case.”
The idea of admitting to Jimin that he wanted something more than what they had made Jungkook’s stomach churn, especially with the thought that Jimin might not. After all, if Jimin did want more than just sex wouldn’t he have said something by now?
“I gotta go now. Just try not to drive yourself crazy and speak to Jimin when you see him next, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook mumbled, not entirely convinced. “Bye, hyung.”
The video call ended and Jungkook reached out, locking his phone and pushing it aside. He rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow, too many thoughts in his head and a jumble of feelings in his chest. It was all too similar to the camp trip, those moments where Jungkook had lay in his tent and churned through the conflicting thoughts and feelings he had been having about Jimin.
Jungkook thought he had made it through all that. He had made the choice and ventured down the unknown path to explore something new but now he was in uncharted territory, a little lost and unsure how to reach his destination – or what the destination even was.
And it was all Jimin’s fault.
Park fucking Jimin.
How the fuck was Jimin still the bane of Jungkook’s existence even after they had stopped hating each other and started kissing each other instead? How, almost a month later, was Jungkook still spending all his waking hours thinking about the other alpha?
Launching himself off his bed, Jungkook shoved his feet into his sneakers and then made for the door. He’d take Yoongi’s advice and talk to Jimin, but not to confess his own feelings and wants – to demand answers.
There were more dorm rooms on the floor above Jungkook’s, occupied mostly by older students, and that was where Taehyung and Jimin’s room was. It was late in the morning on a Sunday so everyone was either sleeping off a hangover in their room or outside with their friends amongst the campus grounds, so Jungkook couldn’t be sure if Jimin was in his room or not. He could have just called Jimin, but he didn’t want to give the other alpha the chance to dodge Jungkook’s call.
He navigated through the interlocking corridors of white walls and light-grey carpets, following the numbered doors as he did, until finally, standing outside Jimin and Taehyung’s door, Jungkook banged his knuckles against it impatiently.
The door flew open a few seconds later, but it wasn’t Jimin.
“Is the world ending or something?” Taehyung said in exasperation, looking at the door as if expecting to find a crack in it.
Jungkook’s alpha was instantly alert, catching the hint of something far too sugary in Taehyung’s scent suggesting he was in pre-heat. He peered over the omega’s shoulder though, looking into the room behind him. “I need to talk to Jimin.”
“Jiminie’s not here. What did he do to piss you off this time?”
“Where is he?”
Taehyung sighed. “I don’t know, I’m not his keeper.”
“Then when will he—”
“JK?”
The interruption came from Hajoon at the end of the corridor. He had a backpack hanging off one shoulder, his green-and-white lettermen jacket unzipped with a white V-neck shirt beneath and loose, ripped jeans spilling over his converse high-tops. His face lit up as Jungkook looked at him.
“You here for the vice-cap? I hope you two haven’t had another fight,” Hajoon said, walking toward them. “Hey, Taehyung.”
“Yo,” Taehyung answered, though he sounded disinterested. To Jungkook he said, “Jimin will be back later.”
“But—”
The omega slammed the door shut.
“You all right?”
Jungkook scowled at the door; Taehyung was definitely in pre-heat, or at least close to it. Whenever Taehyung went into heat, the only alphas he wanted around him were Jimin and Hobi, even if it was just for platonic scenting and cuddling, because the scent of any other alpha only agitated him.
All the fiery energy he had mustered on his way here in readiness to confront Jimin ebbed away, leaving Jungkook deflated.
“JK?”
“I’m fine,” he muttered.
“That wasn’t at all convincing,” said Hajoon, a lopsided grin on his face. “You want to get a coffee with me? I was gonna head down to The Fix.”
An iced americano did sound tempting, so Jungkook nodded sullenly and fell into step beside Hajoon.
The Fix was the campus coffee shop, though it was more like a hole in the wall with a dozen tables and chairs scattered outside under umbrellas. It was only open for a few hours on Sunday too, so by the time Jungkook and Hajoon reached it there was a small queue waiting to be served.
Two staff stood behind the serving window, one hastily making drinks from the large coffee machine and the other taking orders. Beneath the counter was a glass display, all manners of sandwiches, pastries and sweet treats available and Hajoon offered to buy one for Jungkook, but Jungkook politely declined. He couldn’t stop Hajoon from paying for his drink though.
“One iced americano and a mocha, please,” Hajoon ordered, handing the girl at the counter some money.
Hajoon’s request for a mocha teased a smile across Jungkook’s lips, if only because he remembered Jimin ranting about it. He had been disputing people who said they drank and enjoyed coffee when they only ever ordered mochas, proclaiming that they did not, in fact, enjoy coffee if they had to sweeten it up with the flavour of chocolate. Jungkook had learned that Jimin was a lover of both, indulging in coffee when he needed a caffeine hit or treating himself to a hot chocolate when he craved sugar – which wasn’t often, courtesy of his parents who expected him to limit his sugar intact.
“What’s going on between you and the vice-cap?”
Jungkook was jolted from his thoughts, his brow shooting up in panic. “What?”
“The arguing?” Hajoon reminded him as he handed Jungkook his plastic cup filled with an iced americano. There was a free table nearby and so they sat down beside each other, shaded by a large umbrella above them. “The only times I see you interacting are when you’re arguing. You seemed kinda civil with each other after the break, but I don’t think that lasted. What’s going on between you two now?”
Jungkook opened his mouth to answer, only to stay silent when he realised he wasn’t sure what answer to give. He could have just lied and plucked any topic of argument they’ve had previously, knowing Hajoon would believe it without question, but Jungkook was tired of keeping up that pretence. He couldn’t give the truth either because, really, Jungkook didn’t know what the truth even was.
So he settled with, “Nothing. There’s absolutely nothing between us.”
“Okay, change of topic then.” Hajoon furrowed his brow in contemplation as he sipped his mocha. “What are the chances of us winning the next game if you’re not playing? I’m thinking zero.”
Jungkook huffed a laugh. “Definitely zero.”
They talked as they finished their drinks, Jungkook finding himself actually enjoying the conversation. The caffeine helped too, chasing away the heaviness in his chest that lingered from his thoughts of Jimin, though, occasionally, when Hajoon’s powdery scent tickled Jungkook’s nose his mind drifted to the smooth, woody scent that belonged to Jimin, how velvety and pleasant it felt against his senses whenever Jimin was near.
“We should hang out more often,” Hajoon decided as they ambled back through the dormitory corridor.
It was true Jungkook hadn’t socialised often with the football team, or even the basketball team last year, but that had been a result of his animosity towards Jimin. There were plenty of nights where he didn’t want to be within six feet of the other alpha, so going out with the team when Jimin would be there too had been out of the question. And, if he did choose to go it was so he could piss Jimin off; hardly had he paid much attention to his teammates and actually enjoyed the night out.
Hajoon had only become captain last year, a sore point for Jimin that Jungkook had never failed to ridicule him about when given the opportunity, and the urge to be well-liked by his teammates had meant Hajoon was constantly organising bar nights or other social get-togethers. Now, though, if Jungkook went as well as Jimin it wasn’t the hostility toward each other that kept Jungkook occupied it was pretending that the hostility still existed or, at the very least, being nothing more than civil with each other.
Jungkook wanted neither.
He wanted to sit at a bar table with his arm around Jimin, or Jimin’s hand possessively on his leg, wanted to kiss Jimin unabashedly and scare away anyone who tried to flirt with him, but Jungkook couldn’t do any of those things.
Because, maybe, Jimin didn’t want any of those things.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Jungkook finally responded. They paused at the base of the stairs between Jungkook’s floor and Hajoon’s to part ways. “Maybe we can go out for drinks again with the team after this week’s game.”
Hajoon bobbed his head in agreement, but then he rubbed his hand against the back of his neck and suddenly there was a shyness to his demeanour, his gaze diverting timidly to the side. “We can do that, yeah, but I mean, like, just you and I? You know, by ourselves.”
“That’s cool too,” Jungkook said, shrugging, a little bewildered by the shift in Hajoon.
“Okay, great. Maybe we could— Oh! Hold still.”
Jungkook did go still, if only from confusion. Hajoon leaned forward, focused on something at Jungkook’s cheek, and Jungkook didn’t move as the captain brought his hand up carefully before swiping his thumb across it, the touch feather-light.
“Eyelash,” Hajoon clarified, showing Jungkook the tiny black strand perched on the tip of his thumb.
“Jungkook?’
Jimin’s voice grabbed at Jungkook, turning his head to the side where the other alpha was at the bottom of the stairs. His phone was in hand and he had a leather jacket on over a black sweater and loose beige cargo pants, though the outfit didn’t give Jungkook any indication of where he might have spent his afternoon, but it was the expression on Jimin’s face that held Jungkook’s attention. His brow was pinched together in puzzlement, eyes flicking between Jungkook and Hajoon as if trying to understand what they were doing.
“Where have you been? I was trying to call you,” Jimin said, frustration coiled through his voice.
Jungkook dropped a hand to his pocket, only to realise he didn’t have it. His bed flashed through his mind, his video call with Yoongi; he had marched out of his room so quickly that he had left his phone on his bed.
“Hey, Jimin!” Hajoon greeted happily. “JK and I were just hanging out at The Fix.”
Then, all at once, Jimin’s features shifted. Something unreadable came over him instead. “I see.”
“You okay?” asked Hajoon as Jimin started up the stairs. “You seem a bit—”
Jimin pushed right through them as if they weren’t even there, causing both Jungkook and Hajoon to stumble backwards. Hajoon shot Jungkook a look like a kicked puppy, but Jungkook only watched Jimin’s back as he continued up to the next floor.
What the fuck was that for?
“What the fuck was that for?” Jungkook snapped the thought out loud.
Jimin ignored him, disappearing out of the stairwell.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Hajoon.
Jungkook ignored him.
He turned heel and sprinted up the stairs instead.
Jimin was already halfway down the corridor, his and Taehyung’s room around the corner so Jungkook sped up. He swung around Jimin, shoving a hand into the other alpha’s chest to force him to a stop.
Jimin didn’t retaliate with any anger, instead lifting his gaze up from his phone and offering Jungkook nothing more than indifference.
It only pissed Jungkook off more. “What’s your problem?”
“Problem?” Jimin shrugged. “I don’t have a problem, I just didn’t want to interrupt your little date.”
“Date? That wasn’t a date.”
Jimin scoffed. “Does Hajoon know that?”
The words didn’t any make sense. It was just a fucking coffee, why would Jimin think—
Unless.
“Are you jealous?” Jungkook asked then, and maybe if it had been a couple of weeks earlier he might have felt elated at the thought of Jimin being jealous but instead he only felt a tight, unpleasant twist in his chest because it was a reminder of what they weren’t. There had been plenty of times when Jungkook felt the pang of jealousy, but he had quashed it with the harsh thought of he’s not my boyfriend.
Jungkook expected Jimin to deny it, to mock the idea of him being jealous and brush it off but instead Jimin said nothing, just the clench of his jaw and the bittering of his scent telling Jungkook that he had been right.
“No fucking way,” Jungkook uttered. “You can’t be jealous.”
Jimin seemed to take offence to that. “I can’t be jealous?”
“No, you can’t!”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because I’m not your boyfriend!” Jungkook shouted, the words flying out of his mouth before he could stop them.
He recoiled the moment they did, feeling like they had left him exposed in their wake – but Jimin looked the same, just as taken aback as Jungkook was.
He wanted Jimin to say something though, to do something.
And when he didn’t, Jungkook walked away.
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Jungkook was given the green light to play in the next game.
Excitement had rushed through his veins when he got the good news, but his first instinct had been to tell Jimin, knowing how invested Jimin had been in Jungkook’s recovery, and that excitement quickly abated. Instead, he had sent a message to the coach and Hajoon letting them know he was cleared to play.
Jungkook had only seen Jimin at training in the lead up to the game and even then, they hardly conversed. It was short remarks and missed glances, somehow feeling as though they were ignoring each other and yet tiptoeing around each other at the same time. Jungkook had just tried to focus on training, knowing he wasn’t at his best given all the recovery time which had interrupted his pre-season preparations.
It was because of that, and how unbalanced he had become around Jimin, that Jungkook had actually felt nervous to play when the night of the game came around.
“All good, JK?” Hajoon asked, clapping a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
They were all in the locker room, about to head out onto the field and start the game against the team from Daegu. Jungkook could hear the cheer squad revving up the crowd through the walls.
He looked up at the captain, and not for the first time he searched Hajoon’s face for any signs of flirtation. The implication Jimin had made had stayed with Jungkook, enough that he had replayed his interactions with Hajoon several times over in his mind, had even scrolled through the photos Hajoon posted on his Instagram of drinking with Jungkook. Even if Hajoon did have an interest in Jungkook, it didn’t mean anything to him.
He only wanted Jimin.
The thought had Jungkook glancing across the locker room to where the alpha in question was lacing up his football boots – but he had been watching Jungkook and Hajoon as well and, realising he had been spotted, Jimin quickly turned away.
“All good,” he answered Hajoon, standing from the bench. “Just eager to get out there.”
“We’re eager to have you out there,” Hajoon assured him which, Jungkook already knew. The player who had covered Jungkook’s striker position had been the most excited out of all of them when he learned Jungkook was returning to the field.
The coach hyped the team up with one last speech, and then they were jogging out onto the field with the roar of the crowd engulfing them. Their green-and-white uniforms were a stark contrast to the black-and-yellow stripes of the Daegu team, but the relationship between the two teams had always been one of friendly – albeit fierce – competition and Jungkook was expecting a tough match. Hajoon won the coin toss and signalled for the first kick-off, acknowledged by a thunderous bout of clapping as if the crowd agreed with the choice, and then the two captains separated.
Jungkook knew he had to focus, but as they found their positions on the field he allowed himself one last look at Jimin who was taking up his defensive place in the centre midfield and this time, when their eyes locked, Jimin didn’t look away. He gave a small nod, holding Jungkook’s gaze and his lips moved as if he was saying something, but Jungkook couldn’t make out what.
Then a whistle sounded, and the game began.
Jungkook scored the first goal, but it only served to ramp up the other team’s offence. A few fouls were called on either side and Jimin held the defence like he always did, an ace amongst the defensive line and when he cleared the ball out of Daegu’s goal in a forward pass it flew down the field. Jungkook captured it, feinting to the left when his opposition came at him and then he was snapping out a kick, slamming the ball into the goal and right outside the goalkeeper’s reach.
By the time halftime hit, BNU was leading by two. Jungkook’s blood was pumping and even though there was a slight ache through his ankle he ignored it, knowing it was nothing more than tension. He accepted the claps on his back from his teammates for the goals he scored, and with a quick recap of their strategy, some hurried gulps of water, the halftime break was over and they went back on the field.
Daegu scored next, and when they took the next goal Jungkook felt a faint buzz of panic under his skin. Neither team wanted to head into a shoot-out, so the final ten minutes of the match was a frenzy of offence by both sides, desperation hot on every player’s heels as they fought to get the ball into their goal.
Desperation made some players sloppy though, and that was what happened when Jungkook ran for the ball at the same time as a Daegu defender did. The player dropped into a slide though and Jungkook’s heart leapt into his chest right before the player collided with Jungkook, kicking his feet out from underneath him.
His first thought was his ankle, but it was his back that flared with pain as he landed hard on it. A whistle sounded, the referee sprinting over, but the player who had hit Jungkook was apologetically hovering over him. Had it been another team Jungkook might have thought the foul deliberate, but the remorse seemed genuine and so Jungkook dismissed it with a wave of his hand. The referee wasn’t as dismissive though, raising a red card and affording Jungkook a penalty kick.
“Jungkook!”
He looked up at Jimin’s voice, but instead he saw Hajoon and a couple of other players rushing up to him.
“Is your ankle all right?” one of his teammates asked.
“I’m good, don’t worry,” he said, pushing himself onto his feet and Hajoon grabbed his arm to help him. Jungkook looked over his shoulder though, instinctively searching for Jimin, but then the referee was stepping in front of him and Jungkook had to get into position for the penalty kick.
With only a few minutes left on the clock, it occurred to Jungkook that this would be the winning goal if he got it in. That should have made him more nervous, but instead it sent a thrill through him that had his focus narrowing on the goal only a short distance away. He wasn’t the team’s highest scorer for no reason, after all, and with that thought in mind he brought a grin to his face – and took the shot.
The roar of the crowd went straight through Jungkook’s bones when the ball landed in the goal, and then the last minutes of the game were gone, siren sounding and Jungkook’s team swarming around him victoriously. He knew the win didn’t rest solely with him but he gladly accepted the praise anyway, elated that his return to the field seemed even partially responsible for the result of the match.
But as he was grappled into a hug or clapped on the shoulder, Jungkook’s eyes caught Jimin walking toward him – or, more accurately, marching toward him. The intent behind it had Jungkook’s alpha perking up, bracing for something but not quite knowing what and there were too many smells on the field for Jungkook to single out Jimin’s.
Jimin shoved their teammates aside to get through them, and suddenly Jimin was standing right in front of him. Jungkook saw the other alpha’s hands lift, felt them cup his face, and then Jimin was kissing him.
Jungkook froze. The team seemed to freeze too, shocked by the sight in front of them and Jungkook could only stare at Jimin’s closed eyes, couldn’t even remember how to kiss back.
The moment he did remember, the kiss was over.
“Good job,” Jimin said.
Then he walked away.
Jungkook was left dumbfounded. He glanced at Hajoon and his teammates, even saw a few of the players from Daegu looking over at them from a few metres away, and he was pretty sure even a portion of the crowd had fallen silent.
What the fuck?
“What the fuck!” Jungkook exclaimed, spinning around to where Jimin was walking off the field.
“Are you two… dating?” asked Hajoon. He looked mildly horrified.
Jungkook ignored him.
He ran after Jimin, who was walking at too fast of a pace to be normal, as if he was trying to run away without making it obvious that he was running away, but Jungkook reached him just at the entrance to the locker rooms.
He grabbed Jimin’s arm, pulling him back around, and said, “Why did you do that?”
“Spur of the moment,” Jimin said dismissively. He shook his arm out of Jungkook’s hand and kept walking.
“What— Wait!” Jungkook put himself in front of Jimin again, his head spinning with confusion. “What do you mean spur of the moment? You just kissed me in front of all those people!”
“I get it, Jungkook. It won’t happen again.”
“It— it won’t happen again?” he parroted.
Jimin made a frustrated sound, his arms folding tightly over his chest. “Yeah, it won’t. I know you don’t want to be my boyfriend so I’ll back off—”
“Who the fuck said I didn’t want to be your boyfriend?” Jungkook interjected, his alpha bristling at the thought of someone saying that.
Jimin stared at Jungkook like he had grown a second head. “You did!”
“What? I never said that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“I didn’t!”
“In the dorms,” Jimin said pointedly. “You were pissed off at me for being jealous and made it pretty damn clear you weren’t my boyfriend.”
Now it was Jungkook’s turn to look at Jimin like he had grown a second head. “That’s because you don’t want me to be your boyfriend.”
“I never said that,” Jimin retorted.
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“But all this time you kept—”
“Wait. Shut up for a second,” said Jimin, and Jungkook almost protested except Jimin was cupping his face again, warm hands against flushed cheeks. “Do you want to be my boyfriend?”
Jungkook’s heart did a little flip, like he had just stepped too close to a precipice and felt the rush of almost falling. He couldn’t answer though, a sudden insecurity whispering into his mind because he still wasn’t sure what Jimin wanted. The thought of admitting that yes, I want to be your boyfriend was suddenly too overwhelming, too exposing.
The team arrived though, putting an end to the conversation and ushering Jimin and Jungkook into the locker rooms. They seemed to be over the initial surprise of seeing Jimin kiss Jungkook and had returned to the euphoria of winning the match, but Jungkook’s head was still a whirlwind of bewilderment. He let himself be gathered up by the team just as Jimin was, and the coach congratulated them all once more before dismissing them to get showered.
Jungkook stood beneath the stream of warm water with his hands over his face, feeling frustrated once more. He was replaying conversations between him and Jimin in his head, trying to make sense of what Jimin was saying and what he himself was thinking. The sound of the running showers was coupled by the other players talking to each other through the stall walls, chatting and laughing, high on their win, but despite all the noise Jungkook still heard the knocking at his door.
Dropping his hands, Jungkook turned for the door and flicked aside the lock. He pulled it open slightly— only for Jimin to barge into the shower, forcing Jungkook to stumble back. The door was closed and locked quickly by Jimin, who was naked and dripping water as if he had just left halfway through his own shower to join Jungkook’s.
Jungkook opened his mouth to talk, but Jimin beat him to it.
“I want you to be my boyfriend,” he declared.
And Jungkook’s eyes widened, even as water trailed down his face. “What?”
“I want you to be my boyfriend,” Jimin repeated, slowly, clearly, like he didn’t want Jungkook to misunderstand a single word. “I’ve wanted it since the camping trip, but I realised I might have been rushing you. I started all this and I worried that I was pushing my attraction on you because I had been attracted to you longer than you had to me, so I pulled away to give you space. Then the other day when you were angry at me for being jealous I thought it was because you didn’t want to be my boyfriend so—”
“I was angry because you hadn’t given me any signs you wanted me to be your boyfriend,” Jungkook said in a rush. “I didn’t know what we were. I was frustrated with you, that’s all. I wasn’t saying that to tell you to back off.”
Jimin looked exasperated. “Why didn’t you say something earlier then?”
“Uh, that’s a bit like the kettle calling the black pot, don’t you think?”
“You mean the pot calling the— You know what, never mind. Come here,” Jimin demanded softly, grabbing Jungkook by the nape and pulling their bodies together.
Jungkook’s lips melded into Jimin’s as they kissed and his alpha felt as if it was purring inside him, content and relieved and feeling right. He perched his hands on Jimin’s waist and pressed closely against him, the friction of their cocks instantly igniting arousal within him and Jimin clearly felt the same, a low rumble of appreciation sounding from his chest as he deepened the kiss with the push of his tongue.
The kiss was dizzying, more so than any kiss they had shared before though Jungkook didn’t think he could explain why with words. It felt significant, and between them Jimin’s scent was full and warm and all-encompassing.
But there was desire building, warmth sizzling into heat, and Jungkook didn’t think he could stop himself if they continued any further.
So he pulled away, muttering, “Jimin, can we—”
“Go back to the dorms? Yeah,” Jimin supplied. He let go of Jungkook, reaching back for the door instead. “Finish showering, then we’ll go.”
Jungkook had never showered so fast in his life, and when he rushed out to change into his spare clothes Jimin was doing the same, heated glances shared between them. The rest of the team were buzzing with curiosity, Jungkook could tell by their scents and the way they constantly looked over at him and Jimin, but no one asked.
Jimin didn’t even bother to help with the post-game debrief. He snagged Jungkook’s hand the moment they had finished packing and dragged him out of the locker room, ignoring the fact that the rest of the team were gathering for the debrief. They hurried back through the campus, hand-in-hand, stopping each other for devouring kisses before finally reaching the dormitory.
“Yours,” Jimin said before Jungkook could ask. “Tae’s in heat, can’t go there.”
They reached Jungkook’s door and he unlocked it impatiently, pulling Jimin in the moment it was open and—
Mingyu was sitting on his bed.
Of course he fucking was. The one night Jungkook finally gets Jimin to his room and Mingyu’s not with his girlfriend.
“Get out,” Jimin ordered.
Mingyu, naturally, took offence. “I don’t have to—”
“I’m going to fuck my boyfriend’s brains out with or without you in the room,” said Jimin bluntly. “Choice is yours.”
Boyfriend.
My boyfriend.
Jungkook felt giddy.
Mingyu made the wise choice and fled the room.
And when Jimin turned to Jungkook, there was a hunger in his gaze, a possessive intent that made Jungkook’s belly tighten.
They crashed together, pulled in at the same time by the same force, and Jungkook stumbled back against the door. Instantly he sought skin, pushing his hands up under Jimin’s hoodie to splay them against his slender back as they kissed and nipped each other’s lips. Jimin moved his hands in the opposite direction, slipping down to grasp Jungkook’s ass appreciatively and it coaxed a groan out of him, a groan that Jimin swallowed as he licked his tongue into Jungkook’s mouth.
Jimin moved with a bit more urgency, grabbing at Jungkook’s waistband to venture a hand underneath it and right down the cleft of his ass, fingers immediately finding the neglected ring of muscle. Jungkook’s breath stuttered at the touch, hips pressing forward against Jimin’s and his head tipping up. It gave Jimin the chance to break the kiss and drop his lips to Jungkook’s scent gland instead, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine.
“Lube,” Jungkook gasped, feeling the teasing press of a fingertip at his hole. He gestured blindly toward his bed, remembering where the bottle was but forgetting how to speak with his head so addled by want and desire.
But Jimin withdrew his hand and said, “Soon,” right before he turned Jungkook around.
He braced himself against the door with both hands and cast his eyes over his shoulder to see Jimin dropping to his knees. He drew Jungkook’s pants down at the same time and, naturally, Jungkook hadn’t bothered with underwear when he changed in the locker room so Jimin was gifted the immediate sight of Jungkook’s bare ass as his pants were lowered.
Hands traced the shape of his ass, fingers kneaded at the firm muscle of his cheeks, and then a tongue grazed against his hole.
Jungkook gasped, flinching forward but Jimin grabbed his hips and pulled him back, creating an arch in his back. The wet lather of Jimin’s tongue continued, stroking and swirling, sending wave after wave of pleasure across Jungkook’s body but it was when that clever, long, agile tongue pushed through the muscle that Jungkook almost buckled, his knees quivering at the sensation. Looking down, he saw pre-cum already dripping from his cock and just when the thought of touching himself crossed his mind he saw Jimin’s hand appear between his legs and tease at the head of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” Jungkook moaned. He dropped one hand to the doorknob if only for something to hold on to, keep himself upright, because Jimin seemed determine to give Jungkook his first orgasm of the night like this.
His mind felt split in two, torn between the two points of pleasure but they were both building inside him, combining, coiling into something that was on the verge of erupting.
Jimin thrust his tongue in as deep as it could go at the same time of stroking his hand up the length of Jungkook’s hard cock and fuck, he was so close, so close that he was sure on the next stroke he would—
But Jimin withdrew, his hand and his tongue disappearing. Jungkook let out a broken, almost despairing groan at the sudden loss of the orgasm that had just been cresting over him but he felt Jimin press his whole body against him, felt Jimin’s own arousal dig into his ass, and then he was being pulled away from the door.
Jungkook’s back hit the mattress and Jimin was on top of him, kissing him roughly, tugging at Jungkook’s sweatshirt. They shed their clothes one-by-one until it was only skin on skin and Jimin was grinding their cocks together as he mouthed at Jungkook’s neck once again.
“Fuck, I missed this,” Jimin sighed, skimming his mouth away from Jungkook’s and along the edge of his jaw, and then he said, “Missed you.”
Jungkook’s heart fluttered, but speaking his feelings still felt like a nerve-wracking thing to him and so he couldn’t conjure the words to say in return. Jimin didn’t wait to hear any such words though, crawling down Jungkook’s body with his lips blazing a path down his throat, into the hollow between his collar bones, over the firm swell of his pecs, and then he was capturing a nipple. Jungkook twisted his fingers into the blanket beneath him, a sharp inhale accompanying the zing of pleasure that went through his body. Jimin teased the nipple with his tongue and suckled it between his lips until Jungkook was squirming on the bed, his cock aching and his breaths short and quick.
“Enough, enough,” Jungkook pleaded, the hypersensitivity of his nipple almost too much.
“Never enough,” Jimin countered and he moved to the other nipple, biting it between his teeth instead.
Jungkook made a strangled sound at the spike of pleasure-pain and to distract himself he reached for the nearby nightstand, fingers fumbling for the drawer handle where he kept his lube, but Jimin whipped his hand out and grabbed Jungkook’s wrist to stop him.
“What—”
Jimin silenced him with a kiss, rough and claiming, his grip tight on Jungkook’s wrist for a moment longer before he lifted himself up. Jungkook blinked dazedly and looked over to watch Jimin grab the lube himself, and for a moment he let himself admire Jimin’s body as he stood off the bed and poured lube onto his fingers. His cock curved upwards, flushed and wet, and his rounded ass was the most perfect ass Jungkook had encountered, a defined V cut into his Adonis Belt and soft lines of muscle shifted beneath his skin as he turned back to Jungkook and crawled over him.
“You’re staring,” Jimin pointed out, dropping his hand between Jungkook’s legs.
The tips of Jungkook’s ears heated as he said, “You’re nice to stare at.”
“Me?” said Jimin, as if in disbelief. “I think that about you all the time.”
Jungkook almost responded, but the sound that came out of his mouth instead was a breathless “Ah!” as Jimin prodded two fingers at his entrance.
“These legs,” Jimin continued, massaging his other hand into Jungkook’s thigh. He glided it upwards, curving his fingers around a hip. “This waist too, and your abs.”
Jungkook’s stomach twitched as Jimin traced between the dips and swells of his abdominal muscles, the touch tantalisingly soft while his other fingers teased his entrance below, putting pressure on the tight muscle but not breaching it yet.
“Your scent,” Jimin added lowly, that possessiveness Jungkook had seen in his eyes now evident in his voice as he curled his hand around the base of Jungkook’s throat. Then he dragged his thumb up, over the jut of Jungkook’s chin, until it pressed over his lips. “And this fucking mouth of yours.”
Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from grinning, knowing Jimin referred both to the smartass remarks he made but also the blowjobs he gave that had Jimin weak in the knees each time.
But then Jimin slipped his thumb between Jungkook’s lips and, at the same time, pushed two fingers inside Jungkook’s ass. He arched off the bed instantly, his mouth opening wider around Jimin’s thumb.
“Good alpha,” Jimin whispered, “You’re sucking me in already and it’s just my fingers.”
Jungkook’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of Jimin’s fingers stretching his walls but he swirled his tongue around the thumb in his mouth as well, if only to remind Jimin just how skilled he was with it. He heard a rumble of approval from Jimin, and Jungkook felt his alpha preen at the sound.
Jimin didn’t spend long stretching Jungkook open though – they both knew he didn’t need it – but he sat back and enjoyed the view as he did, watching as Jungkook was spread out before him with pre-cum dripping onto his naval, watching as his own fingers pumped in and out, watching as Jungkook panted in growing pleasure until he finally withdrew his hands and lined himself up.
The nudge of Jimin’s cock was hot, searing almost as Jungkook’s toes curled with anticipation. He felt the moment Jimin went in, the way his hole opened around the cockhead, but realising that Jimin was still sitting upright on his knees Jungkook reached out with a wordless request for Jimin to lean down, wanting to wrap his arms around the other alpha.
Jimin smiled at the action but complied, pressing his elbows down into the mattress either side of Jungkook’s head and Jungkook nuzzled into him, nosing at Jimin’s scent gland and letting the alpha’s pheromones roll over him with intoxicating intensity.
“Ready?” Jimin murmured, poised with his cock just inside Jungkook’s rim.
Jungkook nipped at Jimin’s neck and said, “Just fuck me already, Park. I’ve waited long enough.”
And with a laugh, Jimin did.
He slammed all the way into Jungkook with one thrust and it punched the air out of Jungkook’s lungs, but he couldn’t catch his breath before Jimin started fucking with earnest, one hand finding it’s way into Jungkook’s hair and gripping firmly enough that Jungkook a sting at his scalp. It didn’t detract from the sparks of pleasure firing through his body though, because Jimin was pounding into his prostate already, thrusts unrelenting even as Jungkook clawed at his back and babbled for deeper, faster, more.
“You feel so— so fucking good,” Jimin praised, sweat beading across his forehead.
Jungkook dropped his head back against the mattress just as Jimin took a moment to slow his pace, dragging his cock all the way out and then sliding it back in leisurely, as if he wanted to feel every inch of Jungkook’s walls. He moaned wantonly at the feeling, and although he could feel his orgasm creeping closer Jungkook was glad it held off – he wanted to enjoy this for as long as possible before the oversensitivity hit him, before he was boneless and sated and out of breath.
Then Jimin grabbed Jungkook’s right leg, lifting it up to perch it over his own shoulder and it angled Jungkook’s hips wider, opened him up further, right before he quickened his rhythm again and Jungkook was at his mercy.
“Harder,” Jungkook gasped out, “fuck me harder, please.”
Jimin did, until Jungkook’s eyes were rolling in the back of his head and that pit of hot tension inside him finally erupted. He came untouched, cum painting his stomach and he heard Jimin swear brokenly before slamming into Jungkook last time – and there was something else, a sudden burn in the stretch, a sudden extra fullness and Jungkook jolted upward off the mattress with a gasp, face burying into Jimin’s chest.
Jimin swept his arms around Jungkook’s back. “Fuck, are you okay?” he asked, sounding panicked.
They both fell back onto the mattress, chest to chest, and as Jungkook’s head cleared he focused more on the sensation at his ass, realising finally what it was.
“You knotted me,” he uttered, lifting his eyes up to Jimin’s in surprise.
“Sorry, sorry,” said Jimin, burying his face in Jungkook’s neck.
Jungkook huffed a tired laugh. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because I didn’t ask if it was okay,” he replied quietly. There was remorse in his voice and maybe even… embarrassment?
Realisation came to Jungkook then and he almost laughed a second time, amusement bubbling inside his chest. “Did you pop a knot unexpectedly?”
“Shut up,” Jimin uttered. He hadn’t lifted his head from Jungkook’s neck, as if too embarrassed to show his face.
Jungkook shifted his hips slightly, trying to better feel the way their bodies were locked. There was still a bit of discomfort, a faint burn from being stretched so wide for the first time, but the more he focused on it the more he liked it, and his alpha liked it too. It felt right, having the other alpha this close, this connected. The rest of his body was humming in the wake of his orgasm, a pleasant weariness in his muscles that could easily lull him to sleep if he let it.
“I like the way it feels,” he admitted, shifting his legs so Jimin could lie more comfortably between them.
Finally, Jimin looked up. His face was still a little flushed, a few strands plastered to his sweaty forehead, but he was still the most beautiful alpha Jungkook had ever seen.
“You do?” Jimin asked dubiously.
Jungkook leaned forward, hunting for Jimin’s lips and he offered them obediently, sharing a languid kiss.
“I do,” Jungkook confirmed.
Jimin relaxed against him, pressing a kiss to Jungkook’s chest where he lay his head. “We should have argued about being boyfriends earlier.”
There was that word again, that single word that could make Jungkook’s heart flip, make his breath hitch with sudden joy.
“We could probably do with a little less arguing,” Jungkook pointed out.
Jimin chuckled. “That’s true. But are we… We agree, right?”
“About what?”
“About what we argued about.”
“What did we argue about?”
Jimin’s head snapped up, irritation flashing across his face before he saw the shit-eating grin Jungkook had.
“You’re such a pain in the ass,” Jimin groused, dropping his head back down.
“And you’re an asshole. Is that what we were agreeing on?”
“Jungkook—”
“Boyfriends,” Jungkook interjected, dropping the tease. The moment he said it, though, a nervous flutter went through his chest, a familiar insecurity trying to wriggle into his heart.
As if sensing this, Jimin ghosted a kiss over Jungkook’s scent gland before nuzzling his cheek against it, his pheromones grounding as they emanated between them and Jungkook felt the insecurity inside him dissolve.
“Boyfriends,” Jimin repeated, shifting up Jungkook’s body slightly so they could be eye-to-eye. The movement had Jimin’s cock seeming to nudge at Jungkook’s prostate and his body responded instantly, lingering arousal stirring.
Jungkook sighed pleasantly. “I’m your boyfriend?”
“And I’m yours,” said Jimin.
They wrapped their arms around each other, then melted into another kiss — and Jungkook realised why it felt right, because this had always been the destination after he stepped onto that unknown path, when he had found himself at a fork in the road and took the more risky trail that followed his newfound feelings for Jimin. It had felt like wandering into uncharted territory, and maybe they had gotten a little lost within it for a short while – which, admittedly, could have been avoided if they had just fucking talked – but now they were here, in each other’s arms.
And maybe Jungkook didn’t know how to be a good boyfriend, yet, but that was fine.
He wanted to be Jimin’s anyway.
The next day, at training, Jimin made it very clear Jungkook was not available for dating.
Hajoon, wisely, kept his distance.