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If pure contempt and bitterness could start fires, the piece of paper on the kitchen table would have already started a huge housefire from Jimin’s stares alone. How dare Hyungjin send him divorce papers after cheating on Jimin! It should have been Jimin to get the satisfaction of filing for divorce first, which he would’ve done in due time, once he figured out his… situation.

The omega huffed, turning away from the table as if the paper sitting on it had personally wronged him, and not the alpha sending it to him. 3 years together, 2 of those mated, and Hyungjin didn’t even have the balls to hand-deliver his audacity- couldn’t even look his pregnant mate in the eye after cheating on him repeatedly for who knows how long? Jimin started typing on his phone angrily. 

“He fucking filed for divorce! Couldn’t even wait two weeks for me to do it first!” Jimin yelled into the receiver after sitting down on his raggedy old couch. The springs were digging into his back uncomfortably, adding to his already sore back muscles from carrying a 5-month baby bump around all the time.

In hindsight, Jimin should’ve demanded Hyungjin to leave their three-bedroom house, instead of having run off to his old, ratty studio apartment he was planning to sell. Now the bastard was enjoying their expensive memory foam mattress, fucking as many bitches as he pleased, as the mattress basically did it for him. Meanwhile, Jimin was tossing and turning on a too-hard mattress, which screeched like a pig at a slaughterhouse at every movement.

“He did not!” Kim Namjoon, Jimin’s therapist turned friend, gasped on the other line, delivering exactly the right amount of shock that Jimin needed to hear at the moment. Jimin nodded subconsciously, eyes boring into the off-white wall of his living room. There used to be a TV there – a TV which was probably being used by his mate at the moment. Probably being used while he fucked some random bitch on the couch. Jimin didn't want to think about it, but the thoughts kept eating at him. 

“He definitely did! I got the letter today!” Said stupid letter was still sitting on his kitchen table, taunting Jimin with all his failures. A heavy silence followed his outburst as his explosive anger disintegrated into intense sadness and dejection.

“What are you gonna do now? Breaking a mating bond is immensely taxing on the body, even without a pup on the way” Namjoon mumbled. His voice sounded worried. Lately, it always did when Jimin talked to him. Ever since that day, it felt like he and Namjoon were reverting back to their old therapist-client days. 

Jimin hated being pitied, even if his situation was more than pitiful – heavily pregnant, cheated on, and deserted by his mate. “I will just have to deal, Joon. There is nothing I can do about my situation now, except try to be hopeful and stay positive for the little one on the way.”

“If you need help with anything, you can always come to me and Tae, you know that right?” Jimin sighed, forcing his shoulders back and chin up.

“I know, thank you Joon. But I got this.”

I have to. He didn’t say the last part out loud.

---

Over the next week, Jimin figured out very quickly that he don’t got this at all. The sweltering rage that had accompanied him over the last weeks after discovering his mate in bed with some random omega quickly turned to immense sadness and feelings of inferiority.

What was he lacking that Hyungjin found in other omegas? Was he really that undesirable now that his stomach was growing to accommodate the growing life inside of it?

Or did it all start even earlier? How long has it been since Hyungjin was looking for other people to warm his bed and wet his dick when Jimin was always right there?

Thinking back on it, Jimin thought that his mate was happy about the pregnancy, but now he wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe the smile and enthusiasm were fake after all. It would at least explain why he could never make it to any doctor’s appointments and didn’t care to keep the ultrasound pictures in his wallet as Jimin urged him to do.

Needless to say, all this overthinking robbed him of a lot of well-needed sleep the past week, and that didn’t help with his mood either. But the true reason why Jimin was standing in his bathroom, grabbing the sink with white knuckles as he stared at his dolled-up reflection while fighting with his emotions, was that today would be the first time he would see Hyungjin again.

Granted, it was with lawyers present, as they had to discuss their assets and how to divide them.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to drive you?” Namjoon asked from behind Jimin, leaning against the door frame.

Jimin could see his worried frown through the mirror just as clearly as the older alpha could see his teary eyes. Jimin blinked them away, making sure his eyeliner wasn’t smudged around his eyes.

He would look his absolute best, showing no weakness in front of his ex-mate. Jimin would be damned if Hyungjin actually saw how much their separation affected him. Or rather the way they separated, with Jimin storming out of their house in tears. 

“I’m fine. I can do this” Jimin mumbled, squaring his shoulders as if getting ready to march out into a gladiator arena.

Namjoon stepped aside as Jimin walked through the door, getting ready to put on his shoes and coat. He trailed after the pregnant omega, still worried about Jimin’s mental state after having to talk to his mate again after so long.

“Well, you know how to reach me. I’ll keep my phone on loud, so I’ll be there in mere minutes” the alpha said, a defeated sigh slipping through his lips.

He knew Jimin well enough at this point to know that he could not force his support on him. He would reach out if he needed to. Namjoon just hoped he would do it before the ceiling would fall on top of his head.

“I know. Thank you. But I really gotta go now or I’ll be late.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want me to drive you?”

“No, the bus station is just around the corner and it’s only like 4 stops to the courthouse.”

It took about fifteen minutes until Jimin was standing in front of the pompous building. It looked way too grand for a place where dreams of happy ever after die, in Jimin’s opinion, but the ominous footsteps echoing through the hall as he entered seemed foreboding enough.

His lawyer, a beautiful beta woman by the name of Jeongyeon was waiting for him at the bottom of the staircase at the end of the grand hall, her smile soothing to Jimin’s nerves.

“Good morning, Mr. Park. Mr. Kang and his lawyer are already waiting inside for us, but I wanted to personally greet you before we get into the lion’s den.” Jimin chuckled at her choice of words, rubbing one hand over his belly soothingly as his nerves returned tenfold. Hyungjin’s name alone made all the unpleasant memories of that fateful day rush back to the forefront of his mind.

“Thank you for warning me in advance” the omega mumbled, then started his slow and laborious ascent of the carpeted stairs leading up to the courtroom. It became harder and harder to do basic things the more his belly grew, and although Jimin knew that he was barely over the halftime mark of his pregnancy, he was just about ready to push the little one out to trade it for his former agility.

Jeongyeon matched his snail pace without any complaint, opening the door to the room after Jimin had a few seconds to catch his breath. He was once again grateful for her understanding, loathing to show Hyungjin any kind of weakness.

He walked into the room with his head held high, his gaze not even grazing his cheating mate. He was beneath Jimin. Scum on the bottom of his shoe. Not even worth the unsatisfying orgasms every blue moon that he gave him when they were still together.

Hah, he probably couldn’t even satisfy his side pieces. Has to rotate through so many because they won’t return his calls for repeat dick appointments. That’s how much his dick sucks! Jimin psyched himself up in his mind, but it all came crashing down rather quickly. 

“You look good, muffin.”

Any thoughts of superiority vanished with the blink of an eye, his breath leaving him with a pained wheeze as he sank into the chair opposite the alpha. His eyes found the alpha’s on their own, a small smile on the other’s face as he looked at Jimin with the same sparkle of appreciation he had the first few times he took him out on dates.

“Why?” Jimin’s eyes filled with angry tears as he stared Hyungjin down with all the hatred in his body. “Why do you think you get to say those words and use that nickname after what you did to me?” Jimin spat out the words as if they were poison.

This day was getting worse and worse by the second.

Hyungjin had the audacity to look surprised by Jimin’s reaction. That bastard!

“I can’t appreciate your appearance after not seeing you for these past weeks?”

Jimin bristled at the words, clawing the plush armrest of the chair he already knew he was gonna have problems getting out of. “No! You don’t get to say that! You fucking cheated on me and filed for divorce! We are here to settle said divorce! You do not get to talk to me as if you did nothing wrong!”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room after his outburst. Both lawyers just sat there, sorting through their papers which were already in order, deciding to let the former couple fight this one out on their own.

“Fine. I won’t say anything. We will keep this strictly business, then” Hyungjin said curtly, having the audacity to be mad at Jimin now. Jimin was already tired of him and ready to go home.

After they "settled" that issue, they could tackle the real reason they were here. Jimin was surprised by how quickly Hyungjin agreed to his child support demands, expecting more of a fight from him after he had informed him about taking sole custody of their son when he was born.

But Jimin soon realized that this was all a plan to get away with the real prize of the day: the house. After all, it was only fair that Hyungjin keep it since he already gave in to all of Jimin’s previous demands.

“Besides, you do still have an apartment that is in your name, while I sold mine when we moved in together.”

Hyungjin’s smug smile told Jimin that he had already won. That he got exactly what he wanted and Jimin had played straight into his cards.

All his protests fell on deaf ears, and Jimin had to leave the courthouse feeling almost as bad as when he walked into their bedroom that day.

The whole bus ride home, Jimin battled with the pesky tears stinging his eyes, keeping them turned up to the ceiling so no tears could fall, even when his eyes strained and started to hurt from the position.

The fifteen minutes it took for him to reach his apartment, felt like the longest fifteen minutes of his life, and when he finally reached his little safe haven and walked to the kitchen, he noticed that his fridge was empty.

Typical. Now Jimin had the choice between a mental breakdown and scream-crying, or saving the last shreds of his dignity and making his way to the convenience store down the street. He could even get some ice cream as a reward for himself for being so strong.

That sounded way better than traumatizing the neighbors with his sorrow and lying on a cold kitchen floor he knew he wouldn’t be able to get up from without assistance.

So Jimin walked back down all the flights of stairs and waddled his way over to the convenience store at the corner of the street.

The bell jingled as the omega walked inside, walking straight past the healthy produce section and to the instant ramen section, picking out some junk food impulsively. Junk food always made him feel better and then inevitably worse fifteen minutes after finishing it. But Jimin was looking for a temporary fix, so ramen and ice cream made it into his cart.

By the time he got everything he wanted and made it to the only open checkout, Jimin was feeling tired and hungry. He dumped everything onto the conveyor belt, then stepped up to the cash register.

“Good evening” a low voice greeted him as he rummaged through his bag, making him look up to return the greeting.

What he didn’t expect was for the pleasant voice to belong to an even more pleasant-looking alpha. His eyes widened as he drank in the appearance of the man scanning his groceries. Tall, dark brown hair which fell out of his sloppy bun into his face, a strong nose, and even stronger jawline, dark eyes accented by powerful eyebrows decorated with a barbell through his right one.

Jimin could tell even through his t-shirt that the man worked out by the way the fabric clung to his body. On his eyes’ descent down the alpha’s body, Jimin noticed now that the arms which were bagging his groceries for him were heavily tattooed. Ideal type alert. 

“Hi” he mumbled after a few seconds too late, his face heating up slightly at his shameless ogling. But the alpha didn’t seem to have noticed, simply handing the bag over with a small smile.

A lip ring glinted in the corner of his lips, and Jimin just blinked in surprise instead of taking the bag. “That would be 21,600 Won,” the alpha said.

“Oh, yes of course, sorry” the omega mumbled, chuckling to himself as he resumed rummaging through his bag, only to come out empty-handed. He blanched as he remembered just a few minutes ago when he punted his wallet through the living room. He couldn’t remember picking it back up again and putting it in his bag.

“Oh no… no no no” he whimpered, and then the dam broke. Normally Jimin wouldn’t start crying at a minor inconvenience like this, but today has been a long day with a lot of huge inconveniences and he had been trying to hold himself together for too long now.

It wasn’t the quiet kind of crying that you would resort to in public places, Jimin was ugly-crying, with all the whimpers and loud snorts and sobs clawing their way out of his throat, and at this point, there was nothing Jimin could do to fight them back.

The alpha visibly flinched at his sudden outburst, staring at Jimin with wide panicked eyes, the barbell through his eyebrow straining against his skin. He certainly wasn't used to scenes like these at his workplace. 

“I-“ he stuttered, putting the bag back down on the conveyor belt. His eyes quickly scanned the store only to find out that they were completely alone.

“Are you okay?” he asked cautiously.

Jimin started wailing even louder.

“Do I look okay to you? My mate cheated on me and now I’m going through a divorce. He’s getting the house and I get to live with my baby in my ratty studio apartment without an elevator while he gets our nice three-bedroom house! But you know what I got out of it? I got the bed! He so generously let me have the bed with the memory foam mattress, so I would sleep comfortably. Sleep comfortably in the bed that he cheated on me in! I get to keep that as a reminder! I am five months pregnant with a baby that will have to grow up without a father in their life! I am hungry! I crave junk food even though I know that is bad for the baby, but I will eat it anyway and then feel even worse afterward! I am aching all over! I can’t see my toes! I am constantly horny and emotional, and to top it all off, I forgot my wallet at home!”

Jimin was out of breath by the end of his hysteria, staring at the frozen alpha in shock. The tears were still streaming, tears of shame now joining the mix for yelling at a poor convenience store cashier who did not deserve his outburst.

“I’m sorry” he whispered, wiping at his eyes with the corner of his sweater. “You didn’t deserve to be yelled at, I’m really sorry.”

The alpha didn’t say another word, just left the register and disappeared behind a door that read “Employees Only”. Jimin sighed, accepting his fate of having to stay hungry for the night, when the alpha returned, Tupperware in his hand.

“Cooking is tiring, so I totally get why you would resort to junk food after that day you’ve had” he mumbled shyly, putting the Tupperware into the bag with Jimin’s groceries. Jimin watched silently with wide eyes.

“My hyung makes really good kimchi jjigae. I hope you like that.”

“You’re giving me your food? Why?” Jimin asked after his brain rebooted and caught up to the alpha's words.

“To solve at least the three problems on your list that I can solve for you” the alpha simply replied, handing Jimin the bag of groceries again. He took it gratefully, albeit hesitantly.

“Thank you” he whispered, pressing the bag to his heart as if it was something extremely precious.

The alpha smiled, a dimple appearing in his cheek along with cute bunny teeth. Jimin couldn’t help but return the smile.

“You’re welcome-“

“Jimin.”

“That’s a beautiful name. I’m Jungkook, by the way. Have a nice evening now, okay?” Jimin started walking backward, still smile-crying as he nodded his head.

“Thank you again, Jungkook.” Then he turned around and booked it out of there.

---

“So, what you’re telling me is, he’s hot as shit and you want to climb him like a tree.”

Jimin quirked up one eyebrow at his best friend’s remarks, sipping on his tea as he fixed Taehyung with a stare.

“I believe my words were ‘he's really nice and I want to thank him for what he did on Wednesday’.”

Taehyung waved his hands dismissively, reaching for Namjoon’s milkshake with the other one. “Semantics” he mumbled, taking a big slurp that alerted Namjoon to the whereabouts of his stolen drink.

“Babe” he mumbled quietly, sounding every bit as betrayed as he looked. Jimin had to really try hard to hold back his laughter.

“I’m a pregnant omega undergoing a very messy divorce. Even if he was single, I doubt that someone like me would be high up his priority sex list” Jimin added, watching Namjoon’s hand helplessly hover over his drink as Taehyung gulped it down like a camel at an oasis.

“What is a priority sex list?” the alpha asked, finally lowering his hand and admitting defeat.

“A list where you sort potential hookups by your priority to get them into bed, duh. Use your university degree brain, babe.”

Jimin almost spit out his ginger tea at the withering look Namjoon shot his boyfriend at his words. Taehyung didn’t even notice.

“Anyways,” he tried to change the subject slyly, setting his mug down gently. “I still need to give back the Tupperware, so there is my excuse to talk to him again. But what am I supposed to say and what could I do as a thank you for last week?”

“You could offer to suck his dick. You’re good at that.” Jimin groaned, throwing Namjoon one helpless look.

“Your boyfriend is too horny for his own good. Either do something about that or you take over as the advice giver, please.”

Namjoon sat up straighter, his telltale sign that he was about to engage in serious therapist mode. “You don’t really know much about this alpha, except maybe his name. So, I don’t think you should think too hard about gifts. You don’t know enough about him to pick something special out anyway. I suggest some chocolates along with a heartfelt thank you and that should do the trick.”

Jimin nodded along to Namjoon’s words, taking his therapist-turned-friend’s advice seriously.

So the next day, dressed in his finest pregnancy clothes, Jimin waddled all the way back to the scene of his breakdown. He clutched the alpha’s Tupperware to his chest protectively as he craned his neck to chance a look at the checkout counter. If Jungkook wasn’t working this shift, he would just leave and try tomorrow again probably.

But to his luck, he could spot a semi-familiar mop of dark hair at the checkout lane, talking animatedly to another person he didn’t recognize.

“Now or never Jimin. You can do this” the small omega psyched himself up quietly, taking one last deep breath before striding over to the conversing people with the most confident smile he could muster with all the nervous butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. As if there was even room for them with the pup squishing his organs.

The stranger – an alpha by the scent- noticed Jimin approaching first. His head was cocked to the side curiously as he watched Jimin, which was slightly unnerving to the smaller omega. Why did he look at him this intently? Jimin almost turned back around to book it out of the store. 

“Hi.”

At Jimin’s shy mumble, Jungkook finally turned to face him, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape, as if he didn’t expect anyone to talk to him at his workplace.

Recognition flashed over his face as Jimin held out the Tupperware container to the alpha. “I came to return your food containers… You gave me your lunch last Wednesday, remember?” Jimin asked awkwardly, a flush creeping up his neck.

“I thought I recognized my Tupperware there” the stranger now spoke up, his voice way more casual and teasing than Jimin would have guessed from his intense gaze.

“Ah, yeah. Remember when I told you about the omega who came here?” Jungkook now turned to his friend, handing the containers to him immediately.

“I remember some things you might have said about his pretty nose and sad eyes,” the other alpha said.

Jimin went completely rigid at his words, eyes flitting to Jungkook shortly, just to see the same look of mortification on the young alpha’s face.

“Hyung” he hissed, chuckling nervously when his eyes found Jimin again. “Thank you for bringing it back. He was getting annoying about it.”

“Sorry it took me so long to give it back. The food was delicious by the way” he quickly added to his sentence, looking at the tall alpha again. He nodded with a small smile in thanks.

“I’m glad I could help” the handsome alpha smiled. With the intense gaze of the other alpha on both of them, Jimin left rather quickly again, only realizing once he made it back to his apartment that he still had the box of merci chocolates in his tote bag.

With a groan, he told himself he would go there again tomorrow to fulfill his mission.

---

Out of one visit came several more and soon enough Jimin knew exactly when Jungkook worked and would choose only these times to do his grocery shopping. He began to look forward to his fridge emptying and having to take a walk down to the convenience store.

And the smile he got from the alpha whenever he noticed him, made it all worth it. Maybe he had developed a small crush on the younger alpha. A harmless one he wouldn’t act on because he already had too much baggage with the divorce still going in full swing and the baby on the way.

Jungkook didn’t need a pregnant omega to tie him down, especially since he was just starting to make a career as a tattoo artist for himself.

“Only a few more weeks and I will be out of here for good and join my friend Yoongi as an artist at his tattoo parlor” the alpha had told him once while scanning his groceries, the excited grin on his face making a similar one blossom on Jimin’s face.

“That’s awesome, Jungkook! I will have to visit there one day” Jimin had said, earning a small smile from the alpha before he bid him goodbye.

Taehyung, who Jimin kept updated about all his grocery shenanigans, always tried to encourage him to act on his small crush, but Jimin stayed adamant about staying out of Jungkook’s business.

“At least try his dick out once, if he’s up for it” Taehyung would always say before ending his call, making Jimin sigh at the other end of the line as he lowered his phone.

It wasn’t that easy as Taehyung thought it was. As a pregnant – and still technically mated – omega, Jimin didn’t really have alphas lined up to fuck him. If the pregnancy belly didn’t deter them, the mating bite sure did, and Jimin couldn’t even find an alpha for a single night.

With his pregnancy hormones surging, he was constantly horny, but his hand and dildos were the only reprieve he could find. The orgasms were never satisfying, his omega crying out for a  knot that never came. All he wanted was to be plugged up and held after his orgasms, but the only caress he felt on his skin was the cold, filthy blanket of his bed.

Jimin was miserable, to say the least. He was missing every single aspect of intimacy that he should have during his pregnancy.

He wasn’t quite sure if it was the constant simmering horniness or his bleeding heart that craved for human contact, that made Jimin agree to go out to a bar with Namjoon and Taehyung that following Saturday. On the one condition that Taehyung made sure that he wouldn’t leave alone that evening.

Not that Jimin had had much faith in Taehyung’s promise anyway. He came here with very low expectations, but now that he was sitting in an overcrowded bar, a drunk Taehyung sucking Namjoon’s face and grinding in his lap, Jimin really cursed that he agreed to do this.

The worst part was that he couldn’t even drink alcohol to forget about his misery and the blatant PDA going on right next to him. It made him feel even lonelier.

“I’m gonna go get another coke” he mumbled to no one in particular as he got up with difficulty, making his way through the sea of people to the front of the bar. The only advantage to being pregnant was that people automatically made space for him wherever he went, so he managed to get to the bar fairly quickly and with minimal human contact.

“Jimin?” a voice suddenly asked from right beside Jimin and he startled, turning his head to see who had called his name so suddenly. He certainly didn’t expect the smile to greet him to be Jungkook’s though.

“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” he asked, eyes wide with surprise as he mustered the casually dressed Jungkook from head to toe.

“I’m celebrating my new job with my hyungs! I had my last day at the grocery store today” the young alpha exclaimed in excitement, gesturing to a table close to Jimin’s own. “My friends are over there. Why are you here?”

Jimin followed his hand gesture, seeing the same alpha from that one day at the store sit at a table with two more people he wasn’t familiar with.

“My friends dragged me here” he finally chose to answer, finding Jungkook’s excited gaze again. “It’s not really the best place to be for a pregnant omega though.”

Jungkook nodded sympathetically, chewing on his bottom lip.

“But anyway- congratulations on your new job! You must be so excited!” the omega quickly tried to dispel the weird mood which had now taken hold of them.

“I am!” the alpha smiled, looking down at Jimin with a mischievous grin. “There is one downside to it, though” he mumbled, the same grin still in place.

Jimin frowned, leaning against the counter of the bar to face Jungkook more comfortably. “And what could that be?”

“You won’t come brighten my day at work anymore.”

Jimin did not expect that answer, a blush quickly creeping up his neck and settling in his cheeks and ears. Thankfully it wasn't visible over the strobing lights of the dance floor.

“I-“ he stuttered, looking anywhere but Jungkook’s grinning face, “I could visit you!”

Jungkook chuckled, leaning against the bar himself now. “What are you drinking?” he asked. Jimin’s mind was reeling from the sudden change of demeanor from the younger alpha.

“A coke” he mumbled, the alpha leaning more into his space to understand him over the music and chatter all around them.

“Coke. Got it” he said, then waved over a bartender to order coke for the both of them. When he had the two bottles in his hands, he gently herded Jimin out of the throng of people to the side where it wasn’t as crowded, and they could speak in a more comfortable volume.

“Thanks,” Jimin mumbled as he was handed his coke, looking at Jungkook with wonder. “You didn’t have to.”

The alpha just smiled, taking a sip of his own bottle as he leaned against the wall. “I wanted to.” Jimin just stared at him for a couple of seconds, mind absolutely reeling.

“Don’t you want to get back to your friends?” he asked, watching Jungkook shake his head with a smile.

“They see me often enough. Right now, I want to talk to you.”

“Oh.”

“Why are you here today?”

The question caught Jimin off guard, the bottle he was about to take a sip of, lowering back down so he could talk.

“My friend really wanted me to come” he finally settled on after a few seconds of deliberating on his words.

Jungkook hummed, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s face. It was almost a bit unnerving to have this alpha’s undivided attention, but Jimin didn’t really mind it. It was nice to be listened to this intently. Hyungjin never looked at him when he told him about his day.

“You don’t seem like you’re enjoying your stay very much. It doesn’t seem like your scene. ”

Jimin shrugged, relaxing a little against the wall. Standing over long periods of time was growing more and more difficult but for now, he was fine.

“It used to be. My scene, I mean. Before I met Hyungjin I would go out every weekend, and I’d dance and dance until my feet would give out.” A small smile stole its way on Jimin’s lips as he reminisced about his youth.

“Hyungjin? Is that his name?”

Jimin hummed, nodding his head slowly. “He didn’t like it when I went out. He said I attract too much attention when I dance, and it makes him jealous.”

“Sounds like he was insecure. Probably knew you were way out of his league.”

Jimin laughed at the sheer ridiculousness coming out of Jungkook’s mouth. “No. If anyone was out of anyone’s league, it was me who didn’t fit.”

Jungkook huffed, leaning closer towards Jimin, commanding his attention. The omega couldn’t help but hang onto every word leaving his lips.

“You severely underestimate how gorgeous you are. Kind and intelligent too. You’re a catch, Jimin.”

Jungkook had managed to singlehandedly knock all of Jimin’s breath out of his lungs. For a few seconds, he was completely silent, just staring at the other.

“I think you’re the most beautiful omega I have ever seen, and your mate never deserved you.”

Jungkook was inching closer and closer and Jimin could do nothing else but watch him advance, eyes wide, and heart beating out of his chest.

“But I’m also glad for his stupidity because it means I can shoot my shot with you.” Jimin short-circuited, not sure if he just imagined those words leaving Jungkook's stupidly attractive lips. The piercing glittered in the artificial light.

“J-jungkook, you don’t know what you’re saying. You’re drunk” Jimin whispered, but his body gravitated closer to the alpha’s, closing the distance between them more and more.

Jimin could feel Jungkook’s breath on his lips as he chuckled. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I drank the same thing you did. I’m just as sober as you are.”

Jimin’s breath hitched, his stare locked onto Jungkook’s lips as they got closer and closer. “You’re going to regret this in the morning” he whispered.

“If I’m reading this wrong, then tell me. But I can’t help but think that you want me too.”

This was the all-deciding moment. Jimin could back out now, say that the attraction Jungkook felt was one-sided. Or he could just grasp this opportunity and get what he wanted for once.

“I want you” he whispered before he could talk himself out of it, then Jungkook’s lips descended on him hungrily.

Jimin had completely forgotten what desire felt like. Ever since his pregnancy, Hyungjin wouldn’t even look at him with a lustful gaze anymore, and now that he was alone, he didn’t even dare dream. But Jungkook kissed him with an intensity he had missed.

He held him gently but passionately as their lips slotted together. It was so overwhelming but needed that Jimin almost feared he would start crying from the emotions. Thankfully, he didn’t, instead pouring all his pent-up frustration and yearning into Jungkook’s soft pillowy lips.

He lost track of time completely as they stood against the wall of the bar, kissing like they were all alone in the confines of their own home. They didn’t notice the stares, didn’t register the music still drowning out their heartbeats.

After some minutes, they broke apart to catch their breath, Jimin’s lips tingling and red. He could somehow still feel the ghost of Jungkook's metal ring on his own lips. His eyes fluttered open again to find Jungkook’s gaze already on him.

The alpha looked at him with a sparkle of wonder in his eyes, as if he couldn’t quite believe that Jimin was real and in his arms.

The omega chuckled shyly, averting his gaze to make eye contact with Jungkook’s chest instead. He felt more than heard the alpha’s soft chuckle as he kissed the top of his head.

“This is unreal. I can’t believe you just kissed me” Jimin giggled, resting his forehead on Jungkook’s pecs. The alpha chuckled along, gently wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling him as close as the baby bump allowed him to.

“If you think that is unreal, just wait until I ask you to come home with me so I can kiss you all over” he chuckled hungrily, pressing another kiss into his hair. Jimin smelled lovely, like a blooming flower garden, a hint of honey hiding under the fragrant aroma.

He wondered if Jimin always smelled this intoxicating, or if it had to do with his pregnancy, but he simply couldn’t get enough.

For a few long, agonizing seconds, Jimin didn’t say anything, and Jungkook was just about to open his mouth and retract his offer when the smaller one spoke up.

“Take me home, alpha.” His whisper was barely heard over the music and the loud chatter of the patrons, but Jungkook heard him well enough. His arms tightened around the omega, a pleased rumble sounding out of his chest. Jimin shivered at the sound. It was infinitely harder to get his mate to make those sounds in response to something he said or did.

His omega felt extremely happy and validated by the little gesture. “I’ll take you, baby. Don’t you even worry about a thing” Jungkook whispered, then he pulled away, gently grasping Jimin’s hand in his as he led him back into the throng of people and out of the stuffed bar.

As they left, Jimin caught the eye of Taehyung over the sea of people. His best friend’s eyes were comically wide in excitement as he mouthed something Jimin couldn’t quite make out.

It was probably along the lines of “Are you ditching us for dick? Good for you! Good for you!” Jimin chuckled quietly to himself at his own thoughts.

Jungkook looked at him with a soft smile as he waved down a taxi. “What’s funny?” he asked, his hand still gently cradling Jimin’s.

“My best friend saw us leave together” Jimin giggled, leaning against Jungkook’s side to leech a little warmth from him. Alphas always ran so much hotter than omegas, and it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t the exception to that observation.

“Oh yeah? He didn’t mind?”

Jimin laughed, staring up at the pitch-black sky. “Are you kidding? He is ecstatic! Just you wait until I tell him it was you who I left with.”

Finally, a taxi stopped for them and Jungkook helped the pregnant omega into the backseat. “What do you mean by that?”

Jimin settled comfortably in the seat, blushing a little as Jungkook buckled him in without a second thought. He already felt so much more taken care of than he had the whole five months of his pregnancy with Hyungjin.

“I might’ve told him about you lots… and he may have picked up on my very subtle crush” he fibbed, looking out the window bashfully.

The alpha laughed. “How lucky to have my affections reciprocated” he mumbled, gently turning Jimin’s face towards him again. “I still think you are so out of my league; it isn’t even funny.”

“Don’t lie to me. You’re a young alpha with the world at his feet. You could have anyone you wanted” Jimin mumbled, his eyes straying back down to Jungkook’s lips on their own volition.

The smirk Jungkook sent his way at his stare, made butterflies of anticipation churn in his stomach. “How strange then that I want only one omega at my feet.”

His words were full of filthy promises, and Jimin blushed at the connotation, chancing a quick glance at the taxi driver. He continued driving as if he didn’t hear anything, and Jimin sincerely hoped that it was true.

“You’ve got quite a filthy mouth on you” he whispered, staring up at the alpha through his lashes.

Jungkook looked almost bashful as he smiled at the smaller omega. “I can get a little mean with my words when I’m riled up. Too much?” he asked softly, a hand coming up to thumb at Jimin’s bottom lip.

Jimin granted him access without a thought, gently running his tongue over the digit. “I can handle a little bit of mean, as long as you kiss it all better afterward” he grinned, gently sucking on Jungkook’s thumb.

Jungkook couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sinful sight. “That I can definitely do.”

The sound of the window being cracked open quickly shook them out of their heated gaze. Jimin realized with a pang of embarrassment that the driver was airing out their heady and aroused scents. To his mortification, Jungkook just began to laugh quietly to himself at their predicament, not in the slightest bit embarrassed at being caught.

A few minutes later, they stopped in front of an apartment complex, and Jungkook opened the door for Jimin to get out. He quickly paid and tipped the driver, then took Jimin’s hand again.

They watched the taxi pull away from the curb and disappear down the road in silence. Then Jungkook leaned over to kiss Jimin softly. The kiss was full of promise, and Jimin had no doubt that he would deliver on them.

“Let’s go inside” he whispered into Jimin’s lips, pulling apart to gently lead Jimin inside the building and to the elevator.

Jimin secretly breathed out a sigh of relief at seeing the contraption. He couldn’t imagine a less sexy scenario than panting like a labored horse while climbing stairs next to the alpha. So it was probably a very good idea that Jimin didn’t suggest his own apartment for the hookup.

Jungkook pressed the button for the fourth floor and waited until the doors closed behind them, before crowding Jimin against the wall, kissing him once again.

His hands were splayed next to Jimin’s head, and something about being caged in by the alpha like that, made his heart flutter. They kept kissing until the elevator doors opened with a ‘ding’. Jungkook pulled out his keys as they walked up to his apartment door.

The atmosphere was calm, even as they entered the apartment in silence, although Jimin became more and more nervous the closer they got to the bedroom and the prospect of taking their clothes off.

He hadn’t been naked in front of another alpha for a long few months, and just thinking about it was beginning to terrify the omega. Jungkook picked up on that quickly, however, stopping in his tracks as he pulled off his shoes.

His eyes were full of sincere worry as he looked at Jimin, straightening his posture and taking Jimin’s face in his hands. “Do you not want to do this anymore?” he asked softly. “There is no obligation to do anything if you don’t feel up for it anymore.”

Jimin smiled up at Jungkook’s concerned eyes, shaking his head slightly, which was still cradled in Jungkook’s hands.

“It’s not that. I still want you, but I haven’t been naked in front of an alpha in a long time, and… I’m not necessarily in my most desirable form right now.”

The alpha frowned at his words, shaking his head subconsciously. “There is nothing about you that could ever be undesirable. If you are referring to your bump, then, believe me, there is so much to love about it. You’re growing a little miracle inside of you, how could I ever look at it with any type of negative feelings?”

Jimin almost started crying at his words, but suppressed them quickly, instead giving Jungkook a watery smile. “You promise you won’t find me gross?” he whispered.

“This is a promise I can make with a good conscience” the alpha smiled back.

“Okay,” Jimin whispered, standing up on his tip-toes to kiss Jungkook again. For a few more minutes they stayed in the hallway, simply kissing, and holding each other, then they started advancing towards Jungkook’s bedroom.

Jimin allowed himself some time to look around as Jungkook cleared his bed. The walls were white, with one navy blue accent wall against which the bed was situated. Jungkook kept his room very tidy, only one chair filled with an assortment of clothes, which had rested on the bed before.

“Sorry, I didn’t know what to wear tonight, so I tried out a bunch of different combinations. I didn’t think I’d have company over tonight” Jungkook chuckled, sitting down at the foot of his bed.

Jimin smiled, stopping his silent survey of the room and walking closer to where Jungkook was sitting.

The alpha smiled as he watched him come closer, reaching out with his hands and pulling him to stand between his spread legs. Jimin’s hands found the alpha’s hair immediately, gently carding through the dark locks.

“Can I?” Jungkook whispered into Jimin’s hipbone, experimentally tugging on Jimin’s shirt to indicate that he wanted to take it off. With one deep breath for encouragement, Jimin nodded, lifting his arms up as Jungkook got up and began to tug his shirt over his head.

They stood in silence for a few seconds, Jimin willing himself to stay still and not cover up as Jungkook looked at him shirtless. He was aware of the stretch marks around his belly, and that Jungkook would most definitely be able to see them as well.

Before his thoughts could spiral further, however, Jungkook spoke up. “You’re beautiful, Jimin,” he said, and it sounded so sincere, that Jimin couldn’t help but believe it himself.

His hands splayed out over Jimin’s waist, sliding up his sides, and back down, caressing his swollen belly with featherlight touches. Jimin sucked in a breath.

“Can you take your shirt off too?” he asked, and Jungkook nodded immediately, pulling his shirt over his head in mere seconds, throwing it somewhere in the room, not caring where it landed.

Jimin allowed himself to take in Jungkook’s appearance. His defined muscles, the beautiful swirls of ink decorating his left peck and connecting to the stunning tattoo sleeve which Jimin had already noticed the first time they met in the grocery store.

His hands reached out to touch the hot skin, Jungkook twitching under his palms, but not moving away. “You are beautiful too” Jimin whispered, gaze finding the alpha’s again only to find that he was already looking at Jimin.

“You like my tattoos? Previous partners always seemed peeved by them” he asked, shifting his weight from his right to his left foot.

Jimin quickly shook his head. “I always thought that body art was a beautiful way to express yourself. I would’ve probably gotten some myself if I didn’t mate the man that I did.”

“It’s not too late to follow that dream” Jungkook supplied, drawing circles into Jimin’s hips. Arousal flared in Jimin’s belly from the touch alone.

“Would you tattoo me?” he asked softly, stepping even closer into Jungkook’s space, peeking at him from under his lashes seductively.

“Absolutely, but right now I’d rather leave different marks on your skin” the alpha whispered, picking up on the sweetening scent of arousal.

“I’d love that” Jimin whispered, moving Jungkook’s hands to the front of his pants, where a tent was already forming.

The alpha chuckled at his eagerness, but unbuttoned them all the same, helping Jimin step out of them altogether.

“Get on the bed, beautiful” he commanded gently, and Jimin followed the instructions immediately. He wanted to hear more sweet words and praises fall from Jungkook’s sinful lips.

The alpha now undid his own pants, letting them fall to his ankles and then stepping out of them as he crawled up on the bed on his hands and knees.

Something about the way he looked at Jimin almost felt predatory, and an exciting rush coursed through the omega’s veins, a shiver following.

He felt like this man would eat him whole if Jimin let him. And he so desperately wanted to let him ruin him.

Jungkook gripped Jimin’s ankle and yanked him down towards him, a soft squeal leaving the omega at the sudden movement. His legs were spread open on the covers, eyes open wide and glassy as he watched Jungkook.

“You’re gonna be good for me, won’t you, love?” he rasped, his voice almost sounding like a growl as he addressed Jimin.

The omega nodded almost desperately, still just lying there with anticipation and lust gnawing on his insides. “Gonna squeeze me so tight with your hot, wet walls. Gonna let me use you until I’m satisfied, right?”

A visible shudder went through Jimin’s body at the filthy words spoken right by his ear. Jungkook was towering over him by now. Jimin felt like a caged animal in the best way possible. He couldn’t quite believe he was already so wound tight from simple kisses and a few words.

Jungkook chuckled as if he knew Jimin’s predicament as well. “You’re already shaking. Are you this desperate to get stuffed full with my knot?”

Jimin reached for Jungkook’s underwear with shaking fingers, head nodding desperately as he babbled. “Y-yes. Please, I need your knot. I ache for it. Wanna feel so full and stuffed until I can’t remember ever being empty.”

A pleased rumble rolled out of Jungkook’s throat. The air growing thick with their combined pheromones. Jimin was slipping embarrassingly fast.

“Who knew my puppy had a dirty mouth like that?” he chuckled, allowing Jimin to pull down his underwear and throw it off the bed.

Jimin licked his lips and whined softly as Jungkook’s throbbing cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. He wasn’t even fully hard yet, but Jimin could already tell he was longer and girthier than Hyungjin. He would fill him up so nicely.

“You wanna hang on my knot this badly, huh?” Jungkook lazily pumped his dick in his hand, watching Jimin squirm under him with a borderline sadistic smile. “You think you deserve it?”

Jimin nodded his head frantically, gnawing on his bottom lip as he watched Jungkook jack off lazily. He didn’t seem like he was in any hurry to chase his pleasure. Very unlike Jimin.

“I deserve it” the small omega pouted, pleading eyes finding the dark and lidded ones of the alpha above him.

“Oh yeah?” Jungkook taunted, sitting back on his haunches as he looked at Jimin. “Then strip your underwear and present for me” he commanded, and Jimin instantly scrambled to shimmy off his underwear and get on his hands and knees.

It felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking to bare his innermost parts so shamelessly to the alpha, but the suppressed groan he could hear the alpha make at the sight poured some more confidence into the smaller omega.

“Fucking hell. Your ass” the alpha whispered. “So round. I can already picture you sucking me in so tight.”

Pride swelled in Jimin’s chest at the words. “Alpha” he whimpered softly, wiggling his hips from side to side to entice the alpha to action.

“What, baby?” Jungkook chuckled, and Jimin craned his neck to catch another glimpse of the alpha as he was jacking off. His eyes were zeroed in on Jimin’s ass, but his hand was still moving slow as ever. Completely unhurried. The only indication that he was affected at all was the ever-thickening scent of arousal he emitted.

“Want you to fuck me” Jimin whined, but Jungkook just chuckled condescendingly again. He reached out to grip one of Jimin’s ass cheeks in a tight grip, pulling his cheeks apart to get a better look at his throbbing hole.

“Tsk. This won’t do at all, pup. Can’t even fit a finger in there, let alone my cock.” Jimin whined, heartbroken at being denied his pleasure.

“Open yourself up for me.”

That Jimin could do, and he quickly shifted his weight so he could hold himself up with one hand as the other one reached back to fondle his hole.

He panted like a bitch in heat as he entered one of his small fingers, starting a slow pace that quickly sped up as Jimin chased his pleasure.

For a second, he even forgot that he had company at all, getting lost in the small sparks of pleasure that built up inside of him.

“Add another” Jungkook said after a minute, reminding Jimin of his presence.  Jimin did just that, stretching out his walls and scissoring his fingers, as continuous moans spilled from his swollen lips. He was already so wet, leaking slick which ran in small rivulets over his perineum and thighs, pooling on the bedsheets under his body.

Jungkook mumbled soft praises occasionally, his hand caressing his lower back and gripping his ass again when Jimin worked a third and fourth finger inside of himself. By this time, he was already pouring slick like he was in heat, the moans more frequent and higher in volume than before.

He was already so turned on, toeing the precipice of his release, but unable to fall over the edge. His small fingers just couldn’t reach that little bundle of nerves that would push him over the edge to his so desired orgasm.

Tears of desperation and frustration pooled in his eyes the more he tried and failed to reach his high. Jungkook could tell that Jimin was getting increasingly frustrated, and quickly took over.

“Ssssh,” he shushed lovingly as he pulled Jimin’s hand away.

“I got you” he whispered softly, as Jimin once again let out a heartbreaking whine. Jimin’s fingers were quickly replaced by Jungkook’s, and Jimin already felt so much more satisfied with his long fingers which stretched him a lot better.

At the first thrust of his fingers, he found Jimin’s prostate, and the omega cried out loudly at the sudden shock of pleasure tingling up his spine. His cock jumped between his legs, the ball of pleasure in his belly coiling tighter.

“Right there” Jimin mewled, and Jungkook chuckled.

“There? Right there you mean?” the alpha asked with a chuckle, once again massaging Jimin’s prostate with every thrust.

Jimin almost let out a scream at the white-hot pleasure searing through his body. He was already wound-up way too tight. His hips jerked back into Jungkook’s touch on their own accord.

“However could I have guessed that?” Jungkook said sarcastically, and Jimin only had half a mind to sass back, when the alpha started to incessantly massage the spongey bundle of nerves inside of him.

“Oh my god!” he keened, gripping the bed sheets with both hands. “I planned to make you come on my dick, but since you’re so desperate for it, I guess I could give you a little relief first,” Jungkook said conversationally, his voice so controlled and borderline bored as if he wasn’t about to make Jimin cum embarrassingly fast.

“S-slow down, too much” Jimin whimpered, hips jerking back into Jungkook’s touch on their own, contradicting his words.

“Hm… you can take it” the alpha just mumbled, and after no further protest from the omega, he went on as before.

It only took a couple more thrusts of Jungkook’s fingers until Jimin screamed into the pillow, convulsing as he spilled all over the covers. It must have been one of the most intense orgasms of Jimin’s life, thighs shaking and hole convulsing around the fingers helping him through his pleasure.

He panted as he came down, mind hazy with the pleasure he just experienced.

“Good job, love” Jungkook soothed behind him, pulling his fingers out and draping himself back over Jimin’s smaller frame. His lips pressed gently kisses along the omega’s spine, sucking on the skin where Jimin’s neck met his shoulder.

The touch helped ground Jimin back to the present moment, and soon he wasn’t shaking as much anymore. “Feeling better now?” Jungkook asked into the crook of Jimin’s neck, still draped over his body.

Jimin nodded, turning his head so their lips could find each other. Jungkook immediately indulged in Jimin’s need for affection and let their tongues tangle together.

“Want you to fuck me now, though” Jimin whispered when they pulled apart for air. Jungkook smirked against Jimin’s cheek, nodding his head softly.

“I will. Don’t you even worry your cute little head about it” he hummed, pulling away until he was on his haunches again.

He gripped his cock again, guiding it to Jimin’s entrance, but not pushing in quite yet. Instead, he angled himself so he could thrust in between Jimin’s ass cheeks, coating his dick in Jimin’s copious amounts of slick, until he was drenched with it.

The slow drag was torture for Jimin, who was still feeling overly sensitive after his orgasm. It also didn’t help that Jungkook’s cockhead would occasionally catch on Jimin’s hole but never entering.

“Come on please” he whined, wiggling his hips more, trying to get Jungkook to slip inside of him, but the alpha pulled away completely when he caught on to Jimin’s intentions.

“Be patient” he reprimanded sternly, delivering one stinging spank to Jimin’s right cheek. Jimin gasped at the sudden spark of pleasurable pain, his hips bucking forward at the sensation.

“Oh, you like that. What a dirty, masochistic pup I have here in my bed. I would have never guessed,” Jungkook chuckled, and Jimin could feel a hot flush of shame creep up his neck and settle in his cheeks.

“N-no” he stuttered softly, burying his face in his pillow as the gentle flames of humiliation lapped at him.

“Don’t lie to me, pup. I saw your dick jump.” Something about the dry way Jungkook delivered his sentence made Jimin leak even more. He didn’t quite understand what it was about Jungkook’s mean demeanor turned him on so much, but he wasn’t about to make the younger alpha stop.

“Maybe one day I’ll test out how wet you can get for me just from spanking, but I think for today I’m done dragging this out.”

Jimin could feel Jungkook’s cock head nudge at his entrance again, and his breath hitched in anticipation. He was sure if Jungkook teased him one more time, he would burst into frustrated, needy tears, but to his luck, it seemed that Jungkook was sick of teasing as well.

He entered Jimin with one smooth stroke, proving how turned on and thoroughly prepared Jimin was to take him now.

Jimin didn’t want to compare or think about his ex at all, but he couldn’t stop the thoughts springing into his mind as he moaned into the pillow under him.

Hyungjin never prepared him this well. Penetration was always paired with some discomfort, a stinging sensation, but it seemed that sex didn’t have to start like that.

Jimin felt ecstatic from the first inch entering his body. Soon Jungkook bottomed out, the tip of his cock nestled perfectly against Jimin’s prostate, knocking the breath out of his lungs with a pathetic mewl.

“Still so responsive? You sure you’re not in heat, baby? You’re gripping me like a vice. How am I supposed to fuck you when you’re clamping your little hole like that?”

“Alpha” Jimin keened again, his knuckles turning white on the bedsheets.

Jungkook draped his body once again over Jimin’s, dwarfing the omega under him. His hands reached forward to hold himself up by Jimin’s head, putting his hands over Jimin’s clenched ones in the process.

“Relax, baby” he once again whispered, gently easing Jimin’s hands open and lacing his fingers with the omega’s smaller ones. The touch felt grounding, distracting enough so Jimin could relax his body again, allowing Jungkook to pull out and thrust back in.

The alpha started with a slower pace to get Jimin used to him but soon sped up when Jimin’s loud moans kept encouraging him.

Soon his hips were pistoning in and out, skin slapping against skin, as Jungkook’s pelvis met the pillowy flesh of the omega’s ass on every thrust.

Every drag of Jungkook’s pulsing cock along Jimin’s walls felt heavenly, only topped by the sparks of pleasure that would explode inside Jimin when the alpha’s cockhead pressed against his bundles of nerves just right.

Even though his last release was mere minutes ago, Jimin could already feel himself nearing the all too familiar, but highly anticipated precipice again. But it seemed that Jungkook wasn’t too far behind now. Although he acted unaffected before, Jimin could tell from the alpha’s pleasured groans, and continuously speeding up thrusts, that he was getting close too.

Jimin felt Jungkook’s hot pants, and groans at the back of his neck, where he kept nestling his head.

“So close” Jimin whined, feeling Jungkook’s knot start inflating, making the drag of every thrust even more delicious and mind-spinning.

“Yeah? Gonna come around my dick again? Gonna milk every last bit of my cum out of me?” Jungkook almost sounded feral as he growled animalistically. He was bucking like a stallion, Jimin had a hard time keeping up with his pace now. His hands were almost ripping the bedsheets from how tight he was holding on to them.

The knot kept growing and growing, and with one final rock forward, Jungkook locked inside Jimin, gyrating his hips into Jimin’s sweet spot as he groaned out his release.

Jimin felt Jungkook throb inside of him as he orgasmed, and that paired with the pleasure of getting his prostate so thoroughly stimulated drove him over the edge again as well, screaming out his pleasure into the pillow under him.

They both rode out their orgasms together, and once they came down enough to catch their breaths, Jungkook gently moved them so they could both lay comfortably on their sides as they waited for Jungkook’s knot to deflate.

The alpha held Jimin tightly to his chest as he kissed all over every inch of skin he could reach, hands gently caressing the baby bump.

“Are you okay?” he whispered after a minute of content silence, lifting his head from where it had been pressing kisses on the column of Jimin’s throat.

Jimin hummed sleepily, eyes already closed from complete bliss. Exhaustion was catching up to him fast.

“I wasn’t too rough? Too mean?” the alpha added, catching one of Jimin’s hands in his to play around with the fingers gently. The touch was grounding the smaller omega immensely. 

Jimin shook his head, slipping fast into exhaustion. “Were perfect” he slurred sleepily, wiggling back more into Jungkook’s arms to leech more of his body heat.

He could feel Jungkook chuckle behind him. “Good,” the alpha whispered, tucking his head into Jimin’s neck again.

They both fell asleep very quickly after their exhausting, but rewarding activities, both content by just being in the other’s arms.

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The next morning, Jimin woke up more sated and satisfied than he ever did before. At least as far as he could remember. He smiled into his pillow, eyes still closed, just basking in the soft afterglow of a good night’s rest, when the arms around him – which he just now noticed – tightened, a sleepy hum sounding from behind Jimin.

The omega immediately tensed up, mind reeling to catch up with the happenings of last night. That’s when it all rushed back: meeting Jungkook at the bar, going home with him…

And now he was tangled up in the sheets with him. After having had his dick in his ass.

Even still half-asleep Jungkook could pick up on Jimin’s discomfort right away, and Jimin cursed him in his head for that. The alpha groaned groggily, his arms tightening further to pull Jimin more into his body, a nose sleepily nuzzling his neck.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you sore?” he asked into the crook of Jimin’s neck, his raspy morning voice too attractive for the omega’s sanity.

Jimin’s head was reeling for a few seconds, his mind unable to concentrate on forming words at the feeling of the nose on his skin. It simply felt too good.

“A-a bit” he whispered back, holding impossibly still as Jungkook continued to nose along his skin.

The alpha hummed, pressing a peck on his neck. “Where does it hurt? Want me to massage you?” 

“I should probably go” Jimin blurted out suddenly, and the soft caresses stopped. Jimin could almost feel the frown directed at the back of his head, as Jungkook sat up, gently turning Jimin on his back to look at him.

“Why do you want to go?” he asked, and Jimin’s mouth ran dry. Unfazed by Jimin’s silence, Jungkook went on. “It’s early in the morning on a Saturday, and we just woke up. I planned to at least make you breakfast and rectify the soreness I caused before I let you leave today.”

Jimin chewed on his bottom lip as he listened. He wished he could take his words back. He just ruined a perfectly good morning with his own insecurities. Jungkook didn't look amused.

“Did I do something?”

Jimin sighed, closing his eyes briefly while he steeled himself for this conversation. “No. Jungkook you were wonderful. And every omega would be lucky to have you treat them the way you treated me last night, but-“ he sighed again, finding Jungkook’s stare again. He was still frowning. Jimin wanted to wipe it off his face.

“But not you?” he interjected, and Jimin bit his lip again, staring at the ceiling instead of the alpha’s face now. “You think you don’t deserve to be cared for? Because what?”

“Because I am going through a messy divorce, I am still technically mated to my ex, and I’m having his baby in less than four months.”

Jimin didn’t dare breathe throughout his whole explanation. For a few seconds after he finished speaking, there was silence, and then a disbelieving scoff.

It was so surprising to hear that kind of reaction, that Jimin chanced another glance at the alpha still sitting next to him.

“You don’t deserve to be cared for because you have been fucked over majorly by another alpha? In what world does that reflect badly on you and makes you undeserving of affection?”

Jimin was stumped for a reply, just staring with wide eyes as Jungkook went on.

“Are you trying to protect my alpha honor and the stupid archaic belief that an omega has to be pure in order to deserve alpha attention?” This time Jungkook was the one frowning at the ceiling.

“I don’t care that you’re pregnant from another alpha, I don’t care that his mark is still on your neck, I don’t care for this whole purity bullshit. I care about you, and I want to care about you in every way if you would just let me. But you're kind of making this difficult.”

“You really don’t care that in a few months’ time it wouldn't be just us? I will have a son, and he will be my priority always.”

Jungkook looked back down at Jimin and, for the first time since Jimin ruined the mood, he smiled. Jimin couldn’t help but reciprocate the hopeful smile directed at him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

A short silence followed where they just stared at each other with small, hopeful smiles. “So, you really wanna give this a chance?” Jimin mumbled shyly after a while.

“I think I should be asking you this. I really want to give us a try, but I will respect any decision you make. I know you have your pup’s welfare to consider as well.”

Jimin smiled for real this time, unabashedly. He couldn’t really help it when he could feel Jungkook’s sincerity in every word he spoke. He was still scared, he probably would be for some time, considering he had been burned by another alpha so badly. But he did want to give Jungkook a chance.

“Okay, then. I want to find out what we could be together as well”  he whispered, and surprisingly, he didn’t regret his words.

A beautiful, wide smile made its way onto the alpha’s features. A smile Jimin couldn’t help but copy.

“I won’t let you down” the alpha declared softly, then leaned down to press a soft kiss to Jimin’s lips. Jimin reciprocated immediately, hands coming up to cup Jungkook’s cheeks and hold him in place for a little longer.

When they finally pulled away to catch their breath, they were both still smiling. “So… Breakfast?” Jungkook asked after a few seconds.

Jimin nodded, giggling quietly as he watched Jungkook jump out of bed with a flourish. “But only if it’s pancakes.”

The alpha stopped at the end of the bed, hands propped up on his hips, with an exaggerated thinking face and pout.

“Let me check if I have all the ingredients. Any other wishes, your highness?”

Jimin giggled, sitting up now as well, albeit a bit clumsily. “Hot chocolate and kisses?”

Jungkook pointed one finger at Jimin, fixing him with a playful smile. “That I can definitely do!”

Then he simply turned around and left the bedroom, probably checking his pantry for pancake ingredients.

Jimin took the time alone to fish his phone out of his pant pockets and check his messages. He had five missed calls and 37 messages from Taehyung alone, Namjoon adding another healthy three messages to that total.

Jimin sighed, deciding not to take the time to read all the no-doubt drunk texts, and instead dial his best friend’s number.

Taehyung picked up surprisingly fast, considering he was drunk at a nightclub just hours before. Maybe he had had his phone on loud though, so he wouldn’t miss any incoming calls from Jimin. The thought warmed the small omega’s heart, even though it probably wasn’t the actual truth, and his chaotic bestie had just forgotten to put it on silent.

“Jimin! What happened yesterday!” Taehyung immediately blew out Jimin’s eardrums as soon as he picked up, making Jimin cringe away from the loud sound.

“Good morning to you too, Tae” the omega chuckled, fiddling around with the zipper of the blanket he was still lying under. It smelled just like Jungkook.

“Good morning. Now tell me if you got the dicking of your life or if you actually got kidnapped against your will and I enabled the kidnapper to hold you hostage for a whole night.”

Jimin laughed at that, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I got the dicking of my life, don’t worry” he whispered, just in case Jungkook had superhearing and was eavesdropping on their conversation this moment.

Taehyung let out a very school-girly scream and Jimin once again cringed away from his phone. He hoped Namjoon had been awake prior to the call, or else he would have a very rude awakening courtesy of Kim Taehyung’s powerful lungs.

“Tone it down a bit. I know it’s exciting to hear, but Namjoon and I would really appreciate keeping our hearing.”

On the other line, Taehyung took a very exaggerated breath to calm himself, making Jimin roll his eyes at his antics. Taehyung had always been a very animated person.

“Okay, I’m super zen. Now tell me what happened yesterday.”

Jimin hummed, collecting his thoughts as he once again got more comfortable in the bed. He would have to turn back on his side soon to avoid cramps in his lower back.

“So while you and Namjoon were sucking face, I decided to get myself another coke. At the bar I ran into Jungkook” Jimin purposefully paused there, so Taehyung could get his squealing out of the way and it wouldn’t interrupt his story.

“Please tell me he was the alpha you left with!” the other omega pleaded.

“No. I left with some rando after saying hi” Jimin deadpanned.

“No! Why would you do that, Park Jimin!” Taehyung sounded positively distraught.

“I’m kidding! Of course, I left with him! And I might have also gotten a boyfriend out of it” he added bashfully.

Taehyung once again turned into a banshee, demanding Jimin to spill the beans of everything he missed yesterday this second when Jungkook appeared in the doorframe. His amused smile told Jimin that he had caught quite a bit of their conversation up to that point.

He didn’t decide to comment on it, which Jimin appreciated.

“Pancakes are ready, baby” he announced, walking up to the bed. Taehyung gasped on the other side of the phone.

“Hot chocolate too?” Jimin asked, ignoring Taehyung in favor of giving Jungkook all his attention.

“Mhm,” Jungkook hummed, sitting down at the edge of the bed, facing Jimin.

“And my kisses too?”

“You know it, baby.”

The phone dropped down on the mattress, completely forgotten between pancakes, chocolate, and Jeon Jungkook.

---

Taehyung could look quite scary if he really set his mind to it, and right now his sole purpose was to make Jungkook as uncomfortable as he possibly could. 

Jimin threw him a look that clearly said “quit it” but his best friend had a mission, and not even Jimin’s anger could redirect him from his path.

“So. You are the alpha who ensnared my best friend” the other omega muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Jesus, Tae” Namjoon muttered under his breath, hiding behind the menu of the coffee shop they decided to meet at for the first time.

“Uh… yes?” Jungkook supplied hesitantly, looking at Jimin for directions, but he too decided to avoid confrontation and hide behind his menu instead.

“I see… You’re not ugly to look at, so I can understand our Jiminie.”

“Tae!” Jimin gasped, lowering the menu to stare at his best friend in disbelief. If he knew beforehand that Tae would act like this, he wouldn’t have asked Jungkook to meet his best friends so soon. Meeting Jungkook's friends Hoseok, Seokjin and Yoongi just went so well that Jimin couldn't help himself. 

“Thank you?” Jungkook mumbled, looking at Jimin for directions once again.

“What are your intentions with him?” Taehyung continued as if Jimin had never said anything.

“Good intentions only, I swear. I only want to make Jimin happy after everything he’s been through.”

“Aw,” Jimin cooed, looking at Jungkook with heart eyes and leaning his head on the alpha’s shoulder. Jungkook chuckled, pressing a quick peck on the crown of his head.

“You know that the pup is gonna stay, right? They’re a package deal.” Taehyung sounded gravely serious, and it was at this moment that Jimin realized that though his methods were questionable, Taehyung was very serious about this interrogation. He might have underestimated Taehyung this time. 

“If you can’t accept that, or think that Jimin should put you first, then I would advise you to leave now before you can do serious damage to my best friend. And inevitably I will do serious damage to your balls.”

Jungkook chuckled, and Jimin could feel some of the former tension leaking from him at the gesture. “You have nothing to fear. I understand where his priorities lie and I would never ask him to change them for me. As long as Jimin wants me in both their lives, I will be there.” He put one hand on Jimin’s stomach, rubbing small circles into the swell of his belly.

Jimin’s heart fluttered at the gesture, a smile blooming on his face.

It seemed like Taehyung was satisfied with that answer, because soon after a joyful smile bloomed on his face and he reverted back to the quirky Taehyung they all loved, and Jungkook would come to like as well.

“Great! Now that that is out of the way- you should try the quintuple hot chocolate here, it is SO GOOD!”

“Don’t! It’s gonna give you diabetes in one sip” Namjoon interjected, shaking his head vehemently, arms raised in front of his body as if trying to physically deflect an attack. 

All the tension left Jimin’s body as well now that his friends seemed to accept Jungkook. He was happier than ever.

---

They quickly fell into a comfortable routine of Jimin meeting Jungkook in the tattoo parlor before the alpha’s workday ended and then going back to Jungkook’s apartment together. Occasionally, if a client took a bit of overtime, Jimin would spend his time with Yoongi, Jungkook’s beta-friend, and coworker.

Today was one of those days. Jungkook was still concentrated on an intricate Chinese dragon tattoo on some alpha’s pecks, so Jimin took his usual seat behind the reception desk, gossiping with the heavily tattooed beta about his boyfriend Hoseok.

Sometimes the domesticity he fell into with Jungkook was almost a bit scary. They had only been together a few weeks by now, but he could see Jungkook as a permanent fixture in his life already. Comparing him to his previous experience in a relationship was almost impossible, it was so vastly different.

Yoongi, realizing that Jimin had zoned out to a place far away, stopped his newest story about Hoseok raising hell over a bug in their shower at 3 am, instead fixing Jimin with a goofy smile.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asked, effectively tugging the omega out of his musings.

“Huh? Sorry” Jimin chuckled, rubbing his neck sheepishly. “I was just thinking about how happy I am right now.” He blushed at his own cheesiness. 

“So Jungkook is treating you well?”

“You have no idea. I never thought I would meet another alpha who would be so okay with me being previously mated and having a pup from another alpha. He never treats me with anything but gentleness, and he’s so excited for the pup to be born. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve just made him up in my imagination. There must be a catch, right?”

“The only catch here is you” a deep voice sounded from behind Jimin as two strong, heavily tattooed arms snaked around his body. Jungkook’s nose immediately started rubbing over Jimin’s neck, scenting him adoringly as a pleased rumble went through his chest.

Jimin smiled, quickly relaxing after he was startled by his boyfriend so suddenly.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that” he whispered, turning his head so he could press a quick kiss to Jungkook’s temple.

“Why not? Knowing that I make you happy is very desired information for me, dolly.” Yoongi gagged in the background, but neither Jungkook nor Jimin paid him any attention.

“You’re a sap” Jimin quipped, the same goofy smile on his face. He put his hands over Jungkook's on his belly, interlacing their fingers. 

“Your sap though. You asked for this” the alpha countered, pressing another kiss to Jimin’s hair before he released him.

“Such a big sap actually that I plan to take you out for some Nutella waffles right now” he announced, watching Jimin’s eyes go wide with excitement.

“Really?” the omega squeaked excitedly, doing one little hop to release his happiness.

“Since I couldn’t get you any at 3 am tonight” the alpha just chuckled, getting his and Jimin’s jacket from the coat rack by the door. 

“Have fun, lovebirds” Yoongi called after them when they left the shop only seconds later.

The drive to the waffle place was pretty short, but Jimin still appreciated that he didn’t have to walk that distance from the parlor. He had arrived at the stage in his pregnancy where every step resulted in back pains and exhaustion. His son couldn’t arrive soon enough at this point.

Jungkook parked as close to the front door as he could, then helped Jimin out of the seat and to his feet. While the alpha went up to the counter to order their food, Jimin searched for a cozy booth in the corner where they would be undisturbed.

Soon enough the alpha returned with their food. He placed the generously topped Nutella waffles in front of Jimin, his own peanut butter and banana waffles set down right next to Jimin's plate.

The alpha slipped into the booth with Jimin, smiling at the omega. “Looks good?” he asked, procuring two forks from the cutlery basket in the middle of the table, handing one to Jimin.

“Yeah, extremely. It wasn’t entirely my craving, but they wouldn’t have any-“

“Pickled eggs?” Jungkook interrupted Jimin’s sentence, pulling a jar of pickled eggs from somewhere by his feet.

Jimin’s eyes were wide with bafflement as he stared at the jar, then at Jungkook.

“You did not seriously get me pickled eggs for my waffle” he chuckled in utter amazement.

“That I did. I definitely did do that” Jungkook chuckled, gently tapping Jimin’s chin so he would close his mouth again.

“How are you this perfect? I seriously don’t get what I did to deserve you.”

“The feeling is mutual. Now eat before they kick us out for the atrocity you’re creating” Jungkook chuckled, beginning to eat as well after he opened the jar for Jimin.

After they finished eating and Jimin’s cravings were satisfied, they stayed a little longer in their little bubble of happiness they created in their corner booth.

But after a while it was undeniable that Jimin missed his nest, so Jungkook packed them up and they made their way back to the car to go home.

Sadly, it didn’t seem like the universe wanted to let Jimin have a blissful day, because right as they unlocked their car, an all too familiar voice made Jimin halt in his steps.

“Jimin?” Hyungjin asked from behind the omega, and Jimin took a second too long before turning around.

“Hyungjin” he mumbled when he was face to face with his cheating ex-mate.

The alpha smiled tensely, tugging at the lapel of his ugly designer coat. Jimin could feel Jungkook’s stare at the back of his neck as he watched the interaction. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here with… someone else” Hyungjin eventually finished his sentence, side-eyeing Jungkook as he walked up to stand next to Jimin protectively. He still didn’t say a word, choosing for Jimin to handle the talking unless he was needed. Jimin appreciated the gesture.

“Mhm… What do you want, Hyungjin?” Jimin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew his ex well enough to realize when he was beating around the bush and had something to say.

Hyungjin chuckled, pushing his tongue into his cheek as he looked past Jimin at Jungkook. “I don’t want anything. You’re paranoid as always, I see.”

Jimin did not react to the blatant jab, just crossed his arms over his chest and waited. 'Was I really paranoid if I was right about you looking at other omegas?' He didn't speak his thoughts. 

And just as he expected, Hyungjin caved almost instantly. “I just think it’s interesting that you have a guy hanging off your arm while my bite is still on your neck. Stringing people along really isn’t nice, muffin.”

Jimin’s eye twitched at the pet name. He took one calming breath, felt Jungkook move closer, his hand ghosting along his waist. Silent support. Jungkook wouldn’t step in unless he deemed it absolutely necessary.

“The only reason it isn’t gone yet is for the sake of the pup,” Jimin said, tone ice cold and detached. “This bite is the only thing still connected to you, you lost my affections and my respect the day I caught you balls deep in some bitch.”

The memories flashed back again, the grunts of pleasure, the whispered praises. As much as Jimin wanted to say that he was unaffected by the memories, and the person standing in front of him, it was getting increasingly more difficult to contain himself in public.

Jungkook caught on instantly to the crack in Jimin’s composure. His hand snuck around Jimin’s back, curling inwards to pull Jimin more towards him. “Do you want to leave?” he whispered quietly, eyes flitting between Jimin’s tumultuous ones to assess his emotional state.

Through the sudden added grief, Jimin’s heart fluttered in a small burst of affectionate butterflies for the alpha.

Hyungjin, realizing he was about to lose his little power game, almost snarled as he addressed the still indifferent-looking alpha by his ex’s side. He didn't like being ignored. 

“Don’t act like such a saint. It must drive you crazy inside to know you got my leftovers. And that pup will forever be your reminder that I had him first. I fucked him first.”

Jimin was too stunned to speak. The silence stretched like gum, wrapping like a sticky noose around his neck as he desperately tried to find some words to fire back at his ex. 

This time Jungkook took over.

“Can you wait in the car for me, doll?” he asked calmly, pressing a deliberate kiss to the mating mark on Jimin’s neck. His eyes were fixed on Hyungjin but betrayed no anger.

“Yeah” Jimin mumbled, his voice so thin as if there wasn’t enough air in his lungs to produce a louder sound. Without another word, Jimin got into the car but left it open just enough so he could inconspicuously eavesdrop on the conversation.

He wanted to hear what they had to say, insecurity now gripping his heart tightly after what Hyungjin said. 

Jungkook let out a long breath as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. From Jimin’s vantage point, he couldn’t see the alpha’s face but had a clear view of Hyungjin, who had the nastiest, triumphant smirk on his face.

“Listen here, and listen hard,” Jungkook started, “I will not tolerate you talking about MY omega like that. It must truly kill you to see him with me now. Properly cherished, properly taken care of, BY ME.”

Hyungjin didn’t look as smug anymore. Jimin began to feel lighter and lighter the longer he listened to Jungkook speak.

“And that pup will be loved unconditionally. You might have helped conceive him, but that is gonna be the only role you will ever play in his life. If Jimin will have me, I will step up where you failed and show them both how a real alpha treats their family.”

Seeing the humiliation seep into Hyungjin must be the most satisfying thing Jimin had ever experienced if Jungkook’s words hadn’t already moved him close to tears.

“Remember this talk we had here today the next time you see us on the street. Remember this shame the next time you talk shit about divorced omegas. Remember that it is you who failed to cherish the single best thing that ever happened in your miserable existence. Remember that it is on you that he is in my arms now. I hope it eats you alive.”

With these parting words, Jungkook turned his back on the stunned alpha and got into the driver’s seat. Jimin closed his door at the same time Jungkook’s fell shut.

The drive home was silent, Jimin staring out of the window as his mind replayed the conversation he just overheard. He was so far in his own mind even, that he didn’t notice when they made it back to Jungkook’s apartment.

“Baby?” the gentle concern swinging in the question made Jimin look up, facing Jungkook who was turning his upper body so he could look at the omega properly. “How are you feeling?” he whispered gently. 

Jimin smiled softly, letting his eyes glide over Jungkook’s features. How he ever managed to catch his attention is still a mystery to Jimin. He was so lucky.

“I’m good. Just thinking” Jimin replied quietly, reluctant to disperse the calm silence they were engulfed in.

“Do you want to share your thoughts with me?” the alpha asked cautiously, eyes still scanning over Jimin as if searching for any signs of discomfort or sadness. He didn’t know if he should be relieved or concerned that he couldn’t find any.

“I was thinking about starting bond-breaking therapy” Jimin finally revealed, watching as worry, joy, and confusion flitted over Jungkook’s face.

“I want to be rid of all the traces he left. As much as I love you being so okay with it, I hate that you have to kiss the bite someone else left on me. I want you to be able to eventually leave your own. I want my son to call you daddy. I want to be yours entirely, not just in heart.”

It was terrifying to reveal this all so suddenly, but before Jimin could dwell on the vulnerability he just revealed to the alpha, a seatbelt snapped up against the car roof with a 'thunk' and he was cradled in strong, tattooed arms.

“Fuck, you can’t just spring that on me so suddenly. I didn’t plan to tell you I loved you in my car today” Jungkook mumbled into Jimin’s hair as he pressed kisses into his scalp. Jimin giggled wetly, the tears he held back finally falling down his cheeks, but this time from joy.

“You love me?” he asked softly as his brain caught up with Jungkook's words.

“I would ask if it was too soon, but since you just told me all that mushy stuff about the future you envision with me, I don’t think I have to overthink telling you this. I love you, Park Jimin. I am so incredibly in love with you," the alpha chuckled.

Jimin laughed, wiping at his eyes.

“I love you too if it wasn’t obvious enough already.”

---

So Jimin started bond-breaking therapy the very next week. They agreed to wait until Jimin had recovered from the birth until they severed the bond completely, as it was safest so Jimin wouldn’t go into premature labor in the process.

Jimin had also put his old apartment up for sale, including the bed he had gotten in the now finalized divorce.

Life was good now, great even, Jimin determined as he was sat on Jungkook’s couch, watching his alpha and their friends move his belongings into Jungkook’s apartment.

“What are you grinning about, doll?” Jungkook chuckled from behind the huge box which contained the new crib they planned to set up in the nursery. He was drenched in sweat from all the heavy lifting he had done today already, and Jimin’s mouth was watering at the sight.

He might have been close to bursting at the seams already, with his due date approaching very soon, but his sex drive was still as present as it had been throughout the whole relationship.

Jungkook winked at him as if he could read his thoughts, a smug grin making the soft dimples in his cheeks appear and his eyes crinkle handsomely.

As pronounced as his boner was for his boyfriend, Jimin’s heart boner was even stronger. He blushed and had to look away to hide how whipped he was from his friends.

“You’re so lucky we can’t make you help us,” Taehyung grumbled, as he fell into the couch cushion next to Jimin with a loud huff. Namjoon walked out of the nursery after his boyfriend, looking at the two omegas on the couch for a few seconds.

“Your rocking chair is assembled. Wanna try it out, Min?” he asked, and Jimin nodded quickly, letting Taehyung help him out of his seat. Hand in hand they walked into the nursery. Yesterday Yoongi and Hoseok had helped them paint the walls a soft mint green, and Jimin was in love with the way it made the room look.

Seokjin was sitting cross-legged in one corner of the room, back bent over the instructions of the changing table he was building. It didn’t look quite right, but Yoongi was already standing over him, working through the mistakes together with the alpha.

His gaze fell on the finished rocking chair next, Namjoon standing next to it awkwardly with his hands outstretched. He wiggled his fingers in a shy attempt of jazz hands, showing off the chair awkwardly.

“Ta-da! What do you think?” he asked, and Jimin stepped closer with a huge smile. The rocking chair was made of light wood, buffed with synthetic lamb fleece to make it as comfortable as possible to sit in and rock and feed the baby.

Jimin sat down in it with a small sigh, sinking right into the softness. “It’s perfect. Thank you, guys,” he said genuinely. Somewhere between Hoseok and Jungkook carrying in the crib, and assembling it, Jimin drifted off to sleep, rocking in his new chair.

---

Jimin sat up in bed with a start, his dreams already forgotten as he felt water trickle into the bedsheets, down his pajama pants, and into the mattress under him. Jungkook was still blissfully asleep, but not for long, as Jimin let out a startled whimper, pain shooting through his whole body in one powerful wave.

In a similar fashion to Jimin, Jungkook sat up in bed with a start, eyes barely open as he looked at Jimin next to him. It took him only another second to register the wetness seeping into his clothes, eyes opening all the way.

“Jimin?” he asked in his sleepy, raspy voice, pulling the covers off their bodies.

“My water just broke” Jimin informed the now alert alpha, his hands coming up to cup his baby bump.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook was frozen in shock, staring down at the wet patch on their bed.

“Either that or I just peed myself, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t” Jimin frowned, having half a mind to punch Jungkook in the arm at the stupid question.

“Shit, shit yeah… Sorry, I’m just-“ Jungkook mumbled, hands combing through his hair frantically as he rolled out of bed. “It’s the middle of the night, forgive me for asking stupid questions, love.”

He spoke absentmindedly, pacing the room as he threw stuff into their designated hospital bag.

Jungkook’s pacing made Jimin anxious, but he was still grateful Jungkook wasn’t openly panicking. His own sanity was hanging by a thread, and if Jungkook had started panicking, he surely would've started crying hysterically.

“Jungkook, I’m scared” he whimpered after a few minutes of watching the alpha pack their bag, unable to take the silence any longer.

The alpha instantly dropped the clothing he was holding, kneeling down on Jimin’s side of the bed, holding his face in his hands tenderly. “Ssssh, baby. I’m here, and you will be okay. I know it’s scary, but we can do this together. I love you, okay?”

Jimin sniffled softly, leaning into the gentle touch. He nodded, however, willing himself to be brave.

“We’re gonna have to start timing your contractions, okay baby?” Jimin nodded again, closing his eyes and willing himself just to focus on Jungkook’s voice and touch instead of the pool of dread swirling in his stomach.

“I’m gonna finish packing up and then I’ll help you take a shower. How does that sound?”

“Good” the omega whispered, and with that, it was decided.

Jimin kept sitting on the bed, watching Jungkook finish up their hospital bag. They started timing his contractions on Jungkook’s iPhone, Jimin squeezing the alpha’s hands through every wave of pain.

He got cleaned up and changed with Jungkook’s help, and soon after when the timer told them it was time, they were on their way to the hospital.

“I’ve got you, baby” Jungkook repeated every few minutes, still smelling Jimin’s obvious distress wafting through the car. But sadly, all he could do was squeeze his thigh reassuringly, having to keep his eyes on the road.

It was good that the streets were almost completely deserted this late into the night, so Jungkook could get away with driving a little speedier than he normally would.

They made it to the hospital in record time, Jungkook checking them in quickly and procuring a wheelchair from one of the nurses.

They were directed to a room and then all they could do was wait.

Looking back, Jimin couldn’t really put the following events into a cohesive order, all he knew was that there was increasing pain, nurses flitting into the room on occasion, checking his dilation, then leaving again. At some point, he got an epidural, and his pain was relieved to a degree. But what he did remember through all the bustle was that Jungkook never left his side for even a second.

He was there through it all, soothing, comforting, encouraging.

At one point Jimin was told to push, and under throat-tearing screams, and exertion, his son was born.

The second the doctor laid his wailing baby on Jimin’s chest, all the pain of the last nine months became worth it. He was still full of blood from birth, but his pup was beautiful. Jimin could see so many of his own features in him. If it weren’t for his eyes staring up at him through the little body in his arms,  he barely could believe that this ethereal being had come from him at all.

“Hi” Jimin whispered with his broken voice, a sob accentuating the soft greeting. “Hi, my love. It is so nice to finally meet you.”

With shaking fingers Jimin reached out, watching as the infinitely smaller ones of his son clamped around his pinky finger. The omega laughed wetly, looking up to find the same tearful joy reflected in Jungkook’s eyes.

He was looking down at the both of them with so much pride and love that Jimin felt himself be filled with it.

“Would you like to bathe your son?” one of the nurses walked up to Jungkook with a soft smile, and Jungkook quickly looked down at Jimin, full of hesitant hope.

Jimin just smiled, adjusting his grip on the little pup, trying to transfer him to Jungkook. “Go wash our son” he whispered, missing the expression of tender joy flit over Jungkook’s face as he said it.

Jimin was exhausted, so even though he tried to stay awake and cherish the moment as he watched Jungkook with their baby, he succumbed to his exhaustion rather quickly. He knew their baby was safe with the alpha anyway.

---

“Thank you for taking Sunwoo, guys” Jimin smiled gratefully, as he handed the three-month-old to Taehyung, who received him with a smile.

“No problem, Min. We love the little guy,” the taller omega smiled, gently swaying the pup in his arms.

“I have prepared a few bottles for you guys, instructions are in the bag, as well as more diapers than he could ever shit in, the blanket I scented, the teddy bear Jimin scented, and-“

“Jungkook, we got this” Namjoon chuckled, taking the bag from the alpha’s hand, gently shaking his head at the younger man’s ramblings.

“You just make sure you take good care of our Jiminie, alright?”

Jungkook took one deep, calming breath, his eyes never leaving his son as he was swayed by Taehyung. He was almost more nervous than Jimin leaving their pup with the couple for a night.

“Got it,” the young alpha mumbled, finally pulling his gaze away from the baby sleeping in the omega’s arms.

“We’ll get him right in the morning when we wake up. Promise,” Jimin mumbled, chewing on his bottom lip as he watched their baby with hawkeyes.

“You’ll get him when you’ll get him. He’s gonna be okay, and so will you,” Namjoon chuckled again, gently patting Jimin’s hair. The smaller omega huffed, slapping his hand away good-naturedly.

“Fine, let me just say bye to him,” he conceded, leaning over Sunwoo to gently nose at his hair, scenting him goodbye.

“Be good for your uncles, Sunnie” he whispered into the dark tufts of hair, pulling away so Jungkook could scent him and say his goodbyes as well.

Then they were alone again for the first time in three months. It almost felt strange to be able to solely focus on each other. No crying, no preparing bottles, and changing diapers. Just the two of them at last.

If only their found freedom wasn’t tinged with something so ugly.

Jimin turned to face Jungkook, his eyes already watery from missing Sunwoo. Jungkook felt quite the same, but he knew they had to be strong. The evening would be emotionally taxing enough already without thoughts of their baby thrown into the mix.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jungkook asked softly, searching for any kind of hesitation in his omega’s eyes. Jimin looked grimly determined, nodding his head in affirmation.

“I want to be rid of the hold he has on me still,” he whispered, the silence in the apartment hanging over them like a blanket. As did the implications of his words. 

“Okay,” Jungkook whispered back. “Okay, let’s prepare.”

Together they scented Jimin’s nest, Jungkook also providing a first aid kit, two bottles of water, and some candles, which he lit, and put on their nightstand.

Jimin looked grim as he climbed up on the bed. His lips were pressed into a thin line, eyebrows drawn down on his face.

Jungkook wished he could take his discomfort away, but sadly he couldn’t do anything else but be there and try to ease his pain.

“Are you ready?” Jimin asked softly as if scared to disturb the silence which hung over them like a blanket.

Jungkook’s lips quirked upwards for just a split second. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”

“Maybe, but it won’t be pretty for you either” the omega sighed, watching as Jungkook climbed on the bed and sat down beside him.

Jungkook’s bigger, tattooed hands reached out for Jimin’s dainty fingers, intertwining them with his in a silent promise to stay by Jimin’s side through whatever ugliness may ensue this evening.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he whispered, kissing Jimin’s knuckles.

Jimin sighed, closing his eyes as if to steal himself. For a few seconds, they were completely silent. “No, I can’t-“ Jimin groaned in frustration. Jungkook could feel his hand shaking in his.

“Can we-“ Jimin started, searching for words to describe what he needed at that moment, “can we get naked? I need to feel your skin and know you’re there,” he finally vocalized his needs, and Jungkook instantly moved to fulfill Jimin’s wish.

It only took a few seconds to completely undress, Jimin doing the same in complete silence. There were no excited eyes roaming skin, just calm silence. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” Jimin whispered, as Jungkook pulled him closer, back against chest. Jungkook could feel him lean against him for support. Neither spoke as Jimin closed his eyes.

He started breathing deeply, just like his therapist instructed him to over the last few months of therapy. He had done this a thousand times, but this time he would actually go over the threshold which scared him every other time. Sinking into that meditative state was easy now, letting all his memories with Hyungjin pass through him not as much since he always held back from letting them surface in his meditation.

He remembered it all now, like a movie of their relationship playing out behind his eyes. How he met him in that club so many years ago. His mischievous, yet charming smile as he sidled up next to him on the dance floor, grabbing Jimin’s hip and making them dance together. Jimin had smiled back then, too drunk to care about who was touching him. Besides Hyungjin wasn’t bad on the eyes either. Everyone always said they made a beautiful couple.

The ugliness came later. Hyungjin was a perfectly sweet alpha when he was courting Jimin, but the second Jimin accepted him as his alpha, he seemed to drop his efforts to impress and woo Jimin. In hindsight, it was very obvious, but at the time the rose-colored glasses Jimin was wearing made all the red flags simply look like flags.

Hyungjin began to forget dates, anniversaries, birthdays. He stayed out late drinking with friends and started complaining about having to go out with Jimin and his friends. How many fights they had had over that matter.

And still, Jimin said yes when Hyungjin proposed. He had hoped that mating would revert them back to their freshly in love stage. That Hyungjin would turn back into the attentive, kind, loving alpha he was when Jimin first fell in love with him.

How foolish.

Jimin was completely in a trance now, unaware of all his surroundings as memories of his former relationship attacked him. It hurt all over again. He felt the same despair that wracked him on his wedding day when he found out that Hyungjin had shown up drunk at the venue. When he stumbled down the aisle, smelling like whiskey and giggling over his wedding vows.

It was painful, excruciatingly painful, and there was nothing Jungkook could do as he felt Jimin start shaking in his arms, taking in painful gasps of air. The mating mark, long since healed, started swelling and peeling, tearing a pained scream from the omega as it bled anew.

Jungkook felt utterly helpless as his love fell apart in his arms. Tears splashed like raindrops on the blanket, sobs wracking Jimin’s heaving chest. He was unresponsive when Jungkook called his name, tears of desperation and helplessness dampening the alpha’s lashes as well.

The mating mark continued peeling and bleeding, as Jimin neared the end of his tragic love story.

The pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom counter, the two red lines sealing his fate. Jimin had started crying on the spot from both hope and fear. They hadn’t planned for this to happen, but maybe it was what they needed to rekindle their love.

When he had shown Hyungjin, nose still red from crying, but eyes sparkling with happiness, the alpha had smiled back. He had scooped Jimin up carefully, holding him to his chest as if he was fragile. “How lovely. An addition to our life,” he had whispered, and Jimin had read it as happiness. For a few months, he had Jimin fooled into thinking that Hyungjin wanted the pup.

Jungkook had problems keeping Jimin still at that point, the smaller crying in pure agony as blood ran down the open wound on his neck. Jungkook had never seen such pain in a single person before. He desperately pinned Jimin’s hands down at his side, the omega clawing at his neck otherwise. 

In his mind, Jimin was standing in front of their bedroom door again, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach as he heard the unrestrained moans fill the air. He felt the same despair he did that day when he opened the door with shaky hands, coming face to face with his mate’s naked body, thrusting into the female under him.

Their stares met over Hyungjin’s shoulder, her mouth opened in an o-shape, quickly closing as she noticed the petrified omega standing in the doorway. “Hyungjin,” she had breathed out shakily, tapping his shoulder until with an annoyed groan, Hyungjin had turned around to face his mate.

Jimin had cursed the tears that started to fall as soon as Hyungjin’s stare found him. His surprised eyes had shown no remorse, only pity for himself for being caught. He didn’t even stop him as Jimin left the apartment. He never said a single word, only sent that damned letter weeks later.

At the height of his pain, Jimin’s pained wails echoed through the entire apartment, Jungkook draping himself over the smaller omega and pressing him firmly to the bed, so he wouldn’t hurt himself as he thrashed around. And with one final tug that shook Jimin’s whole body, the mating bond snapped, leaving nothing of that old connection behind.

Jimin went completely limp under Jungkook’s body, drawing in rattling breaths as he tried to catch his breath.

He was running a slight fever, the bite still bleeding and raw. It would take a couple of days for it to scab over and heal, only leaving the faintest trace of a bite afterwards.

For a few moments, they stayed in that position, back to chest, pressed into the mattress. When Jungkook deemed that it was really over now, he carefully lifted his body, gently turning Jimin on his back so he could examine his state. His face was red and wet with tears, eyelashes clumped together, and lips bitten raw. His whole body was glistening with sweat, chest still rising and falling quickly as he came down from the exertion his body just went through.

Jungkook took one shaky breath, trying to calm his own emotions. This was about Jimin now, he reminded himself, reaching for the first aid kit on the bedside table, preparing the aftercare.

Jimin’s eyes fluttered open as Jungkook pressed a cotton swab soaked in disinfectant on Jimin’s neck. He didn’t show any sign of pain from the touch, simply looked at Jungkook through lidded eyes. He looked exhausted.

“Hey, angel. You did so well. I’m so proud of you,” Jungkook cooed softly as he dressed the wound, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Jimin’s lips afterwards. A small smile lifted the corners of the omega’s lips, eyes once again drooping.

“It’s gone now,” he whispered, eyes fluttering closed.

“It’s gone now” Jungkook repeated just as softly, helping Jimin sit up and drink from the water bottles he prepared.

“I can start over now. With you,"  Jimin whispered, letting Jungkook help him under the covers. He immediately snuggled up to the alpha, putting his head on his chest.

Jungkook gently carded his hands through the sweaty locks of hair, pressing another soft kiss over the dressed wound. “I love you so much,” he whispered into Jimin’s skin, holding him closer than ever before.

“You will never have to go through such pain again. For as long as I live, I promise you that.”