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What Namjoon loves the absolute most about coming home is not his comfortable condo with his collection of figurines or books, it’s not his personal studio with top-range music equipment that his hands have become more than attuned to, it’s not his little bonsais or succulents waiting for him on his window sills.
It’s Jimin.
Jimin lounging around on their sofa, reading a book. Jimin, softly singing with that angelic voice of his while he does the laundry. Jimin, whipping up something atrocious in their kitchen that Namjoon will no doubt have to secretly throw out later.
Simply Jimin. In all his pouting perfection, his deity-like beauty, his softness and love.
Jimin.
He sees his mind’s fantasy coming to life as the door is opened and there his beloved is with a shy little smile, barefooted and his small four-months bump showing just slightly against the button-down shirt he’s wearing. The shirt looks far too big on him and Namjoon realises then that it’s his.
He feels a rush of fondness for his mate and also a rush of something not-so-innocent once he notices Jimin isn’t wearing any pants. The shirt ends a little above his knees and Namjoon’s eyes are blessed with a peek of his mate’s gorgeous thighs.
They may be married and he may have kissed, fondled, and left a few marks on those thighs countless times but that doesn’t mean he’ll ever get used to how beautiful Jimin is. Times like these, when his usually shy mate surprises him with a bit of boldness, makes him remember how an utterly weak alpha he is for Park Jimin.
“Hi, sweetheart,” He greets, enveloping his mate in a hug and pressing a kiss atop his head.
“Hyung,” Jimin whispers into his neck, standing on his tiptoes to do so, “I missed you,”
A twinge of guilt flares in his heart. He has been working far too much lately.
“I missed you too, baby. Here, I got you the chips you wanted,”
Jimin lets out a happy hum and kisses his neck before reaching to open the shopping bag in Namjoon’s hand.
The change is immediate.
Jimin’s soft peachy scent goes from content to upset and his sweetly smiling face turns cloudy as he stares into the bag still in Namjoon’s hand.
Namjoon only has a split second of looking into his mate’s tear-filled eyes before the omega runs from him, going deeper into the condo before Namjoon hears a door shut and worse, locked.
Aghast, he quickly steps inside, shuts the front door, removes his shoes and goes running after his mate.
“Jimin? What’s wrong? Baby, open the door,”
His hand works on the knob uselessly, turning it even though he knows there’s no opening the door unless Jimin unlocks it.
“Jimin-ah, please, what’s wrong?”
He doesn’t get a reply and getting increasingly panicked, he gets on his knees and bends to peer into the minuscule space between the door and the floor. The lights are off but he can smell his omega’s sadness filling the room and beneath the sadness is anger. He’s been with Jimin long enough to know the smallest changes to his scent and right now, Namjoon knows he’s in deep shit.
Jimin hasn’t smelled this upset in a very long time.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he looks through the shopping bag, wondering what it is that had made Jimin upset.
Fuck , he can hear sniffling now and he can feel that painful twist in his heart as his mate is hurting without him able to do much about it.
He’s got everything that Jimin wanted. There’s that bag sour cream and onion chips and he’s even got Jimin’s favourite chocolate bar and a maternity magazine for him.
What the fuck did he do wrong? Is it the magazine?
Jimin used to be an Idol. It was how they met but since a nasty and completely untrue scandal tarnished his group’s reputation, Jimin had lost all his love for the Idol life. Back when the scandal was at its most ugly phase, almost all the magazines or entertainment sections of newspapers would have something written about it.
They had only been dating for a few months back then and Namjoon remembers how Jimin would refuse to even glance at the magazine section of any convenience store that they happen to walk into.
Has he made a big mistake in buying this?
“Jimin-ah, please talk to me. Let me in, baby, please,”
Again, nothing. With a sigh and an anguished heart, Namjoon gets up from the floor and goes to their kitchen, searching for the spare keys to each room that they keep in the bottom-most drawer in their pantry.
He doesn’t want to do this. He would hate to intrude on Jimin when the omega obviously doesn’t want his company but something about Jimin’s scent is so wrong that it’s going to make his alpha go crazy if he doesn’t do something about it fast.
He makes it back to their bedroom door and realises that he’s still holding on to the shopping bag like some sort of lifeline. Dropping it by the doorframe, he slots the key in the lock and turns it.
The room is dim but by the light shining in from the hallway outside, Namjoon can see Jimin’s outline in their bed. The omega has been nesting on it since the past week and Namjoon has been given the lovely pleasure of sharing the nest ever since it was made but now…now he knows he isn’t welcomed inside it anymore.
Previously, the nest was made with a lot of his clothing inside it along with some pillows and fuzzy blankets but now Namjoon sees that it has been altered to exclude anything and everything related to him.
All his clothing now lies haphazardly on the floor, no doubt thrown none too gently from the nest.
Not only is he now worried, he is also a little scared of what he had done to deserve this.
“Jimin-ah, what’s wrong? What did I do?”
Jimin turns around and even in the meagre light, Namjoon can see the shine of tears on his cheeks.
His omega’s sad face turns to anger upon seeing him and Namjoon watches, a little confused and a lot worried, as Jimin starts unbuttoning the shirt he’s wearing. He isn’t doing a very good job of it, his hands are trembling and Namjoon remains quietly standing just inside the door, torn between going to Jimin to calm him down and remaining where he is (where it’s arguably safer).
As he decides to do the right thing and takes a step toward the nest, Jimin screams at him.
“Get out! I don’t want you—or—or anything of you in here! Get out!”
The omega flings the shirt he was wearing right at his face and Namjoon gasps. He watches as Jimin wraps a blanket around his unclothed body and burrows himself into the nest. Then, he starts crying again, his small frame shaking with the intensity of his sobs.
“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon whispers, not daring to move, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m really sorry,”
“Get out,” Jimin stutters out between sobs, “I don’t wanna talk to you,”
“Baby, please tell me what I did wrong. You were fine just now—what was it?—was it the magazine?”
Namjoon isn’t answered for a while and he edges closer to the nest but avoids touching any part of it, choosing instead to kneel on the floor by the bed.
“Jimin?”
“You’re so stupid ,”
Jimin sits up just then and he must’ve seen the hurt flash across Namjoon’s face because the alpha can see the subtle switch between anger and regret briefly crossing the other’s face. It’s replaced by sadness again as Jimin turns his face away, staring at the wall across from him as he says, “You got me the wrong chips.”
“Jimin-ah, you wanted the sour cream and onion-”
“Yes! You’d think I was specific enough wasn’t I?!”
“I got you the right ones, baby, you didn’t look properly-”
Namjoon snaps his mouth shut as his omega turns to look at him again, that dangerous look in Jimin’s eyes lets Namjoon know he’s going to regret it if he doesn’t shut up.
“I told you I wanted the spicy sour cream and onion chips. You got me regular ones,”
That can’t be true. He’s pretty damn sure he got the right chips that Jimin wanted. He slips a hand in his pocket, wanting to get his phone to read the text that Jimin had sent him earlier.
“You really want to prove me wrong, don’t you?” Jimin looks at him with something close to disgust and it really makes Namjoon want to cry a little. Jimin hasn’t ever been this mean to him.
“Baby-”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Okay—okay—Jimin-ah, just let hyung check, okay? I’m not trying to prove you wrong but-”
The words die on his tongue as his eyes finally read the text that Jimin sent him. And yes, the omega did indeed specifically request for the spicy sour cream and onion chips. Jimin had even placed a couple red pepper emojis at the end of the text.
Fuck.
“Well?” Jimin asks him, mockingly.
“I’m sorry,”
“Get out, hyung. I don’t wanna talk to you anymore,”
“I’ll get you the right ones,”
“Don’t bother. I’ve lost my appetite,”
“Please don’t be like this,”
“Like what?!”
“Jimin-ah,” Namjoon pleads, “Are you really going to treat me like this over some chips?”
“Over some chips? Over some chips ?!” Jimin’s voice starts quivering and Namjoon knows that it’s not sadness this time but pure anger, “You’ve barely been home this past few months, do you realise that? I’d call you sometimes and it’d go straight to voicemail, I’d text you and you wouldn’t answer until hours passed and—and—you keep sleeping over at the company! How do you think that makes me feel? I’ve been home all alone for so long and the one time I asked you for something, you couldn’t even do it right!”
Jimin buries his face in his hands as Namjoon finds it hard to even breathe. He knows he’s been working a lot lately and it was only last night that he was thinking he should take a few months off to make up for all the time he’s left Jimin alone but for some reason, his work keeps piling up.
The Idol group that he’s in charge of will be debuting in a couple months and on top of that, two of the most popular soloists in the country are entrusting a large chunk of their album sound-mixing to him.
He’s not some unknown, underground producer anymore and it wouldn’t hurt him a bit to refuse to partake in some of these projects but his workaholic tendencies have gotten the better of him.
And he’s hurt his mate, terribly.
“Jimin-ah…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,”
“ Get out, ” Jimin’s hurt voice is breaking Namjoon’s heart and knowing that he’s the cause of all this is pure agony.
“I’m not going anywhere until I fix this,”
Jimin mumbles something back and although he can’t quite catch what it is with how soft the omega is speaking, he does hear ‘stupid alpha’ and ‘annoying’ thrown at him.
He thinks fast, quickly cataloguing all the work he has on his plate, how to lessen some of that work, who to outsource it to (he’s thinking Min Yoongi might be the best option and he knows the omega is going to gloat over it), and last but definitely not least, how to remedy this spicy sour cream and onion chips catastrophe.
He works on the chips first, figuring it’s the easiest to manage. Barely two minutes of work on his grocery delivery app has that situation sorted out and all he has to do in a few minutes is to get the precious chips at his doorstep.
Next, still sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor, still afraid to even touch the nest, he crafts a quick text to Min Yoongi.
Something came up. I can’t work on Sohae’s and Bora’s albums anymore. Care to do the honours?
He sighs. He had visions for those two albums but knowing Yoongi, the omega’s going to do just as good if not a better job than he would have. Also, Jimin is more important than all the albums that he would hope to work on in his career.
Placing his phone aside, he glances at the bed.
Jimin’s on his side, turned away from him and facing the wall but at least he isn’t crying anymore. His scent is still angry though and sad, but Namjoon’s going to fix it.
He places a hand on the edge of the mattress, right on the outer perimeters of the pillows that Jimin has placed around the centre of their King-sized bed, testing the waters.
“Jimin-ah, I’ve ordered the right chips for you. I’ll get them for you once they come,”
Quiet, and then,
“You’re dumber than I thought if you think those chips are all you have to fix,”
Ouch.
“I’ve texted Yoongi to take over a couple of my heavier projects. I’ll be home more after this. I swear,”
“What did Yoongi hyung say?”
There’s less anger in Jimin’s tone now and dare he say it, a tad of curiosity too.
Namjoon absolutely loathes to admit it but he suspects Jimin has a little bit of a crush on Min Yoongi. He’s known it since they first started dating and although Jimin has assured him it’s nothing more than an ‘omega-crush’ and that he’s only into alphas, Namjoon can’t help how challenged his alpha feels whenever Jimin gets all star-struck around Yoongi.
“He hasn’t replied but he’ll do it. He’s even more of a workaholic than I am,”
“I bet Yoongi hyung would know when to stop though,”
Oh. Now that’s going a bit too far. He can’t quite keep the petulance out of his voice as he answers,
“He sleeps over at the company more than I do. You should see how his mates have to drag him home some nights,”
“Should I start doing that, then?”
Chastised, Namjoon says, “No, baby. I’ll come home to you every night from now on, I promise. I’ve been stupid, I see that now. I’ll be home more after this,”
Jimin is quiet for a long time again. Namjoon waits. He wants nothing more than to give his mate a good, long hug but he might get punched if he tries touching Jimin when the omega is so upset with him.
Not that Jimin’s punches would do him much harm. The other’s hands are tiny . Still. He can wait.
“And what about during the day? If you’re only coming home late at night then don’t bother,”
Well, he deserves that. Since the past few weeks, since he’s gotten tangled up with Bora’s album, he’s been staying back later and later each day.
“I’ve asked Yoongi to work on the thing that was making me late, baby. It’s not gonna happen anymore. But, it—it—might happen now and then, I can’t promise you I’m always going to be home on time but it won’t be as bad anymore. And I won’t sleep at the company anymore, I can promise that,”
“But you’ll try to be home on time at least most days, right?”
The sad way that Jimin asked him that just about breaks his heart.
“I will, Jimin-ah. I’m really sorry for everything. For the chips, for how busy I’ve been lately. I’m sorry,”
Jimin finally turns around, sitting up and clutching the blanket to his chest as it starts to slip.
It’s then that Namjoon remembers Jimin’s most likely naked beneath that blanket. He bets the omega regrets his earlier tantrum now. Jimin’s got a cute pinkish hue on his cheeks and he isn’t looking at Namjoon as he says, “You can come in,”
Afraid of Jimin’s forgiveness being taken away, Namjoon is very careful as he gets inside the nest and he tentatively reaches a hand out, wanting to see if Jimin’s okay with being touched and when the omega nods, he lets out an exhale of relief.
“Baby,” He breathes into his mate’s hair as he engulfs the smaller one in a hug, “I’m sorry. Hyung is so sorry,”
Jimin hugs him just as tightly, small hands clutching onto his shirt and whispering, “Just don’t go being stupid again,”
“I won’t,” Namjoon laughs softly, “I promise,”
They hug for a long while, not moving much except Namjoon leaving faint kisses atop Jimin’s head and his hand gently rubbing at the omega’s lower back.
When Jimin bares his neck and whines softly, Namjoon understands.
Gently, he manoeuvres the omega so that Jimin’s on his lap and he brushes the blanket aside to reveal more of his mate’s gorgeous skin. He scents him gently at first, quieting the soft whines and then when Jimin tugs at the hair on his nape, Namjoon gives him a soft nip.
“More,” Jimin whines.
“Yeah? Aren’t you still angry with me?”
“I will be if you-”
Namjoon quickly kisses him while chuckling softly.
“I’m joking, sweetheart. Hyung will gladly give you more,”
Jimin pouts at him and that is just one of Namjoon’s many weaknesses when it comes to Jimin. Lord knows that pout could even make him kill somebody if that’s what Jimin wants.
He noses along the column of his mate’s exposed throat and lower still to the hollow between his collarbones where Namjoon leaves a kiss.
“Are you wearing anything beneath this, baby?” His fingers play with the hem of the blanket.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?” Jimin whispers from behind his hands that he’s using to hide his pink face.
Huffing softly at Jimin’s brazen remark delivered so shyly, Namjoon gently peels the blanket off his mate’s body.
Jimin is clad in nothing but a pair of white panties and knowing that it was only this that the omega had had on earlier with his shirt is driving Namjoon crazy.
He lays Jimin down on the bed and leans over him, scenting him again but this time as per the omega’s quiet request, more thoroughly until every inch of Jimin’s skin is doused in his alpha’s scent.
He kisses the omega’s cute bump many times and only stops when a giggling Jimin pushes him away, claiming it’s too ticklish.
He’s also really trying not to look too much at Jimin’s lower body. He wants to redeem himself and he feels as if he doesn’t really deserve bedding his gorgeously pregnant mate after what he’d done.
But then he can smell how sweet Jimin’s gotten and the omega’s probably a little hard because he always gets aroused after a thorough scenting.
“Alpha?”
Oh shit. Jimin doesn’t call him alpha that often…unless…
“Yes?”
“Don’t you want to-”
The sound of the doorbell interrupts him.
“That’d be your chips, sweetheart,”
Jimin laughs softly, gathering the blanket to cover the lower half of his body.
“Can you get them for me?” Jimin asks, “And if it’s the right flavour this time, I’ll let you knot me,”
Jaw dropping open, Namjoon can only leave the room without a word and feel his briefs slowly getting tight.
He’s a bit surprised to find the delivery-boy still in front of the door. Usually, they just leave the ordered stuff and go.
The boy looks a little taken aback once Namjoon opens the door and it’s then that he realises he must be smelling strongly of not only his own arousal but Jimin’s too.
Embarrassed, he mutters a thank you and reaches his hand out for the package. It’s then that the boy talks.
“Uh, sir…I’m sorry but uh, I forgot to check the bag before I left the shop and um… they did the packing, you know? I’m just the deliverer,”
Frowning, Namjoon takes the package and looks inside at the lonely bag of regular sour cream and onion chips.
Now he has two of those.
And one horny yet soon-to-be angry mate waiting for him in his bedroom.