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Jungkook threw his head back, losing himself to the music. Then, with his hands above his head, he grooved to the rhythm that took over his body. The upbeat music vibrated through every fiber of his body, which was so good.

Oh, how much he missed this.

The club was new. It had great music and even better drinks. The place was classy and affordable, which was a plus. Jungkook’s colleagues had been inviting him over for a few we, and he has always been putting it off.

Now he was glad he came. The new job was stressful. With a need to prove himself and cement his position in the team, he often worked overtime. Finally, after several weeks of hard work, the first phase of their project was over. So Jungkook thought it was time to unwind.

Life has never been the same after his post-graduation degree. With a master’s in computer science, he was finally where he wanted to be. Gone were the days when he managed two part-time jobs between his classes. Now it was finally time to slow down a bit and enjoy the life he always wanted.

Dancing felt great. It was liberating. When the song changed, he stopped dancing and weaved through the crowd, heading to the bar. The bartender was immediately by his side, a beta given his scent. Dabbing the back of his sleeves over his forehead, Jungkook ordered a drink and turned around to watch the crowd.

There was all type of people here, from students who came here to unwind to the working adults who came to burn off some steam. The place was crowded to the brim. With several scent diffusers placed strategically around the club, it was really a great place. Jungkook preferred this to the stuffy clubs with tons of pheromones. However, he would have chosen a Korean BBQ with soju over this any day.

“Here’s your drink.” He heard the clink of glass on the counter.

He accepted the drink with a nod of thanks and sipped it, relaxing as the alcohol warmed his throat. It quenched his parched throat while he savored the sweetness laced with the signature taste of his favorite alcohol. 

Jungkook’s gaze scanned the floor, catching the eye of the alpha who was coming over and nodded curtly.

“That was good, huh?” Heesung slid next to him, panting as he waved the bartender over. “It feels like ages since we hung out together. When did we last go clubbing again? Wasn’t it before our post-graduation finals?”

Jungkook hummed non-committedly. “Yeah.”

Heesung went to college with him and had gotten into the same company but worked with different teams. The bartender brought Heesung’s drink while Jungkook drained his glass and ordered another drink. The beta left with a ‘be right back.’

“You’ve been so quiet lately. All good?”

Jungkook hummed. “Yep. Just trying to settle with work and everything else.”

“Ah, I know that feeling. Luckily my team head is amazing, but you ended up with Mr. Grumpy Pants.” Heesung slightly bumped into his shoulder before jerking his head to their right. “They’ve been eying you for a while now. Just your type.” He winked with a mischievous glint.

Jungkook suppressed the urge to roll his eyes and kept his gaze away from the omegas. He had noticed them right away. Heesung was right. They were his type, and Jungkook from four months ago would have entertained them, but today he wasn’t in the mood or had any plans to get laid. He just wanted a couple of drinks and change of scenery. Unfortunately, the effect was fizzling down at an alarming rate.

“Ah, come on, man. You gotta release some of that stress,” Heesung continued. “You’re stiff as a rod. What’s gotten into you lately?”

“Nothing.”

“You aren’t seeing anyone, do you?” Heesung frowned. “Is everything good, man?”

Jungkook shrugged, not wanting to answer further. His friend didn’t look convinced.

“Your drink, sir,” the bartender interrupted before Heesung could speak further.

Jungkook grabbed his drink and took a sip as he noticed the two omegas approaching him in his peripheral vision.

“Hi, there…” The one in a short red dress waved. “I saw you were alone all night. Wanna dance together?” she asked.

Jungkook forced a smile with a shake of his head. “Tired. Sorry.”

The red dress was pretty with a heart-shaped face. Her blonde hair framed her face, falling over her shoulders. Her smile fell a little, but she masked it immediately. “Oh. We can go somewhere private if you want.”

Her pheromones washed over him, perking with interest, subtle yet luring, and he scrunched his nose. Heesung was almost plastered to his side, eyeing the omegas with interest.

Jungkook sighed. “Not interested.” Heesung nudged his side eagerly, a sigh he understood without any need for words. “He is free, though.” He pointed at Heesung and took another sip before putting the half-finished drink on the counter. “I’m done for the night. I’ll see you on Monday.” He slapped at his shoulder and headed out of the club without waiting for his friend’s response.

The warm breeze of August washed over his face as soon as he stepped out. The night was still warm, with no traces of rain or moisture. The rain should have started around this time, but the weather was really unpredictable around this year. One moment it was bright and sunny, and the next, it was cloudy with gentle drizzles.

He flagged a taxi and hopped in, releasing a relieved breath as he rattled his address. All the tension that had left his body was once again back, coiling tight around his already stiff shoulders.

Jungkook rubbed a hand over his face. The club and the few drinks he had should have relaxed him, but he felt wound tighter than ever. He threw his head back at the headrest with another sigh. The alpha hummed along with the songs on the radio, drumming his fingers on his thigh as they navigated through the light traffic.

How long had it been since he had a proper release?

Heck, the alpha couldn’t even jerk off peacefully since he ran into him four months ago. Not without those big, brown eyes and plump lips haunting every moment. And he couldn’t meet the omega’s eyes the next day without feeling like a prick, so he put a tight leash on his libido, trying his best to ignore his needs.

Jungkook couldn’t wait to get home and maybe get a whiff of that grasse jasmine and may rose he has come to find comfort in. An involuntary smile tugged at his lips at the reminder of the omega, who had his sole attention for the past four months, ever since he moved into this new apartment.

Park Jimin, the blonde omega with a petite yet curvy frame, occupied every waking thought of his days. His alpha was smitten, and like a lovesick puppy, it longed to get a whiff of his addictive scent. Every morning and evening, he hoped to get at least a glimpse of the said omega or run into his in the hallway. Those rare days they shared the elevators were Jungkook’s favorite.

However, for some reason, the omega shot down all the advances. At first, Jungkook thought it might be because of another alpha, but soon it became evident that Jimin was single and had been single for a long time.

A few cans of beers could really loosen tongues.  The security of their apartment complex was a middle-aged man who worked there for almost eight years and knew everything about everyone. And if Jungkook bribed the security with some drinks, no one has to know about it.

The thirty-five-year-old nurse was way out of his league, but Jungkook wasn’t someone to give up easily. Unlike the other times, this wasn’t just a mere attraction. He felt it in his guts. He wanted the omega to like him back. For the first time, he wanted to court the omega and share his life with him.

His grin widened at the thought. Jimin might have shot him down when he asked him out the first time, but the subtle shift in his scent and the pink flush of his cheeks every time they ran into each other told him a different story. So Jungkook kept trying. As much as it hurt to be turned down, he wasn’t going to accept defeat until the omega gave him a proper reason.

Jungkook sobered when the car stopped in front of his apartment complex and paid the driver before exiting the taxi. As he shut the door, the wind blew in his direction, and he caught the whiff of grasse jasmine and may rose. His lips stretched as of their own volition.

The alpha took off in a gentle jog inside and, in his peripheral vision, saw a figure hauling several grocery bags up the stairs. His gaze flicked to the elevator. There was a whiteboard in front of it, and it read “OUT OF ORDER.”

“Ah, shit,” he groaned and followed the floral scent, grimacing when he saw the omega struggling with his grocery.

Jungkook was quick; he rushed to grab the bags from him and noticed the wave of relief washing over the omega’s features before he masked it. The alpha tucked that tiny information away to reminisce when he was alone in bed later.

“Hello, Jimin-ssi,” he greeted with a smile. “Grueling shift, I suppose.”

“Yeah.” The omega sighed, looking too exhausted to take the bags away from his hand. They began to climb the stairs, an exhausting five stairs. “What’s with the elevator? It was fine when I left this morning.”

Jungkook shrugged. “It was fine this evening too.”

This was becoming a common occurrence these past few weeks. The building wasn’t old per se, but it wasn’t brand new either. The rents were affordable, and it was closer to the subway with ample space for parking. Jungkook thought they just would have to endure these mild inconveniences once in a while since the pros outweighed the cons.

The omega looked so exhausted and smelled mildly of disinfectants. His freshly showered hair was left to dry in the air and unkempt. He looked so soft in his white sweater with blue flowers. The alpha would have offered to carry him on his back, too but didn’t think it would be appreciated.

Jimin must have been really exhausted because otherwise, he wouldn’t have accepted Jungkook’s help. He dragged his feet with every step he took, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. The omega was lean but not at all in bad shape. And this was nothing new. They climbed the stairs at least once a week because of their elevator issue. He had seen Jimin skip two steps with ease. The bags under the omega’s eyes were more prominent as he observed him closely. The alpha frowned but said nothing.

By the time they reached their adjacent doors, Jimin was panting as opposed to the alpha, who only broke a sweat because of how hot it was. Jimin unlocked the door and turned to take the bags from Jungkook, but the alpha brushed past him to walk into his apartment and heard Jimin sigh tiredly behind him.

The alpha almost growled at the onslaught of the pure, unadulterated scent of sweet grasse jasmine and may rose to cloud the apartment. It was intense within the closed walls, and he knew it’d be even more wonderful inside the omega’s bedroom.

He forced those thoughts away and headed to the kitchen. All the apartments in the complex had the same layout, so he found the kitchen quickly. This was the first time he entered Jimin’s kitchen. The last two times he was here, he was in the living room, and that too only for a few minutes.

“Did you have dinner?” he asked as he placed all the bags on the counter.

“No,” Jimin answered tiredly, and up this close, Jungkook could smell his exhaustion.

“Why don’t you change and freshen up? I’ll make you some ramen.” The omega looked ready to protest. “You look so exhausted, Jimin-ssi. Let me help this once. Neighbor to neighbor, you know. We should help each other,” he coaxed gently.

The omega’s shoulders slumped. “Okay.”

Jungkook watched the omega pivot on his heels and disappear into one of the two rooms in the hallway. He exhaled, blinking his own tiredness away as he set to locate the ramen packet and the pots. As expected, there were new packets in the grocery bags.

His stomach rumbled, and Jungkook realized he could also use a packet for himself. He hesitated only for a second, though. Jimin had no reason to refuse him a meal, especially when he was the one making it. Besides, Jimin was too good to say no.

Jungkook had the ramen going within the next few minutes. He also began to fry the pork belly and searched for the kimchi in Jimin’s refrigerator, grinning widely when he saw the instant rice packets.

Jimin returned just as he was done with his self-invented kimchi stew recipe Jungkook often made when he was too lazy to cook or when he had nothing in his fridge other than kimchi.

“Wow,” the omega said as he came to stand beside him. He was now dressed in a pair of comfortable T-shirts and sweats. His scent was free of any traces of disinfectants. “That was quick, and you made all that?” His eyes were wide but the scent sweetened with a pleasing smile.

Jungkook grinned in response. “Yep. Take a seat. I’ll bring the food to you.”

“Let me grab the bowls.” He turned only to be stopped by a grip on his wrist.

“I got it,” Jungkook said in a gentle tone. “Come on. Sit.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, and blood rushed to his cheeks. He ducked his face, pulling his hand away from him before rushing to take a seat. Perhaps he just wanted to get away from him.

Jungkook didn’t read too much into it, but grinned to himself. He carefully brought the dishes to the table and easily found the bowls he saw earlier in one of the cabinets. Jimin said nothing and dug in as soon as he put the food in front of him. He closed his eyes with a soft hum, and the alpha beamed with pride.

They ate in silence. Jimin appeared too hungry to speak, and Jungkook was too absorbed in watching him eat to his heart’s content. This was the longest time he spent with Jimin, and he didn’t know how long he had before Jimin shut him out again.

Jungkook knew the omega was attracted to him, but there was something that was stopping him. He wondered what it was. He just had to be patient; maybe Jimin would let him in someday. Because the alpha was smitten with this omega, and there was no way he could move on so easily.

He vowed to wait as long as it took. Once done, he carried the empty dishes to the sink and didn’t protest when Jimin said he would take care of it.

“I’ll get going then,” he said, suddenly feeling exhausted. The day and the drinks he had earlier were slowly catching up to him. Besides, he didn’t want to overstay his welcome and make the omega uncomfortable. “Good night, Jimin-ssi. Thanks for letting me stay for the meal.”

The omega opened and closed his mouth before biting his bottom lip nervously. “Um…no, I should be the one thanking you,” he said gently. “Thanks to you, I’m going to bed on full stomach.”

Jungkook’s features softened at the implication. “You shouldn’t do that, Jimin,” he chastised in a tone softer than ever. “If you’re ever tired to cook yourself some dinner, just gimme a ring; I’ll bring you something or maybe leave a box at your door?” He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced away. “I mean…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. This doesn’t have to mean anything. I’d do the same for my friends.” He took a deep breath. He was now rambling. “I mean…yeah…you can count on me, Jimin. I’ll go now.”

Jimin’s smile turned warm and he ducked his head. Jungkook stepped back and pivoted on his heel almost flying out of the apartment. His heart beat faster and a stupid grin found its way to his face. Maybe it wasn’t all lost. He just have to show Jimin that he cared and perhaps that would convince the omega to give him a chance.

That night when he went to sleep, Jungkook was still smiling, dreaming of the soft omega and his even softer voice.

***

“He’s looking at you like he wants to devour —ow…ow…ouch!” Taehyung slapped his hand away, rubbing his forearm furiously. “It hurts.”

“I told you to shut the hell up and don’t look at him,” Jimin hissed, cheeks warming up. His neck tingled with awareness. He could feel the intensity of the young alpha’s gaze on him. He could feel how it trailed over his body, lingering longer in his face.

Jimin pushed the alpha promptly into another aisle, pretending to look through the items displayed meticulously on the shelves. It was a Sunday, one of the rare weekend offs. As a labor and delivery nurse, Jimin sometimes worked even on weekends, always getting his days off during the work week. So the time he met Taehyung during the weekend was rare.

Today he decided he would do grocery shopping for the entire week and maybe cook some dishes and sauces and refrigerate it for the rest of the week. Of course, he would have preferred to cook fresh, but on most days, he barely had any strength to properly wash up before hitting the bed.

Unfortunately for him, Jungkook was also shopping in the same supermarket, and they had already run into him twice. Jimin tried to pretend the alpha wasn’t there, but his best friend wasn’t helping.

“Come on, Jiminie.” Taehyung pouted. “How long are you gonna push him away? You won’t know unless you try.”

Jimin heaved a sigh, grabbing the fresh meat packet and dropping it in his shopping cart. “We already had this chat at least a hundred times and I’m not having this discussion here.”

“Jimin-ah, he looks like a good alpha. I’ve talked to him a few times, and he’s so polite,” Taehyung continued, ignoring his protests.

Jimin pursed his lips, knowing his best friend wouldn’t stop anytime soon. He tried to tune out his words, but it wasn’t helping when Taehyung pinched his arm to get his attention back on him.

“He’s different. Look at his smile. He’s so handsome and soft-spoken. Tall with broad shoulders. I can tell he works out, and did you see those tats that sometimes peek through his sleeve? He’s definitely your type.”

Yes, he was. Jeon Jungkook—an alpha with an easy smile and kindest eyes. The one who treated him like a human. The omega sighed.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be courted or be in a relationship. But, at thirty-five, he thought he had already seen it all. The nursing school had taken most of his life away, and what was left housed not-so-pleasant memories of failed relationships and his several failed dates.

A few times, he thought he had found the right one, but his hopes were squashed after just one night with them. He was naturally submissive and had the tendency to slip into subspace during sex. His partners behaved as if they knew what they were doing but knew nothing in reality. He was a needy omega when aroused and when he let himself be vulnerable around his partners, they often misused the situation to their advantage.

His partners didn’t know how to take care of him, which led to horrible sub-drops that drained him later. It left him in a wrong place emotionally and physically. Insecurities flooded him after sex, and the lack of aftercare made him feel abandoned and worthless.

The alphas always said he acted like an omega in heat when they fucked him, and that didn’t bode well with him either. It was how they said it, looking him down as if he was nothing but a cock slut, which he obviously wasn’t.

Jimin needed to be loved, told he was good. He needed to be praised and held like a precious treasure. He loved gentle lovemaking and occasional hard fuck. But all his previous lovers got the wrong notion as soon as they got down to it. He often felt too powerless to dictate or make decisions during the act itself. And though pleasurable, it left him feeling dirty afterward.

When he finally felt brave to confess his troubles to his childhood best friend after an episode, he did a lot of research and told Jimin that he should date a dominant alpha who knew what he was doing and how to take care of him. But Jimin wasn’t interested anymore. Also, he didn’t want a dominant alpha. Instead, he wanted a caring alpha who would take care of him.

The emotional exhaustion and physical fatigue weren’t worth the risk. He also wasn’t into any kind of kink, so the word dominant alone gave him shivers. But, to be honest, he didn’t know how it all worked and wasn’t in the least interested in finding out anymore.

He simply couldn’t afford to be that vulnerable in front of anyone. He had his hands and toys for days when he felt like it. That was enough. He didn’t need to bring an alpha into this equation to complicate it further.

Sex wasn’t the only thing that deterred him from a relationship. As if working a grueling 12-hour shift wasn’t enough, his partners expected more from him at home. He had to clean, cook and take care of their needs while they did nothing.

Wasn’t a relationship supposed to be a two way thing? What good did it bring him when he had to do everything in the household? He didn’t see a point in having a companion who only kept him around because he was useful. He never felt loved or cherished or cared for.

Jimin realized he was better off alone than being with someone. With a sigh, he refocused on Taehyung’s words he had heard at least a hundred times before. His best friend might be right, but it wasn’t just for him.

Besides, Jungkook was just so young, a decade younger than him to be exact. A young alpha like him shouldn’t waste his time with someone like Jimin. Also, what good could come out of dating him? It was just a regular attraction that would fizzle with time. It always did. One day the young alpha would realize it was just his hormones acting up. He would give up and move on.

So as hard as it was, he had to tamp down his desire and attraction toward the alpha. He didn’t look at Jungkook again even when he could smell the alpha and feel his gaze on him. He pretended not to notice much, to Taehyung’s dismay.

This was the only way. Nothing good would come out of dating Jungkook, and he wasn’t into hookups. So this was for the best for both of them.

***

Maybe Jimin spoke too soon because it was impossible to avoid Jungkook. He was everywhere he went. Well, not literally. He was always in his thoughts with his gentle smile and subtle gestures.

The alpha continued to gift him flowers occasionally and brought food for him. Jimin was too tired to argue or turn him down regarding food. Jungkook’s cooking was just so good. The omega was addicted to the alpha’s delicacy, and it would be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy being pampered, even if it was minimal.

These past few weeks had been testing the strength of his carefully erected walls, the alpha’s persistence slowly chipping it away. The omega was whipped for this alpha, who kept coming back for them.

Jimin’s omega was a sucker for these small actions. It stirred every time Jungkook was in the vicinity. It basked in the alpha’s scent that lingered in the hallways like a comforting blanket. The pine and woodsy scent fitted him so well. Sometimes he wanted to wrap himself in the alpha’s scent.

A few weeks after the alpha cooked his first meal, Jimin realized he was playing a losing game. A part of him wondered if he should just accept the alpha’s proposal, but another part of him refused, fearing the worse. Unlike the others, he won’t be able to avoid Jungkook if this doesn’t work out because they both lived next door.

But things just don’t go as expected for one all the time, does it? Jimin too slipped after being careful for so long.

It happened on a busy weekday. Jimin was heading down for his morning shift early that day because the hospital had called. He rushed to the elevator to see the doors were closing, but to his luck, a hand shot out, opening the doors and allowing him to get inside.

Jungkook greeted him with a friendly smile. There were two more alphas from the floor above. Jimin just stood beside Jungkook, counting the seconds with a scrunch of his nose as the alpha pheromones clouded his sense.

It usually did not affect him, but he was in preheat and the omega was irritated with the different scents. Perhaps the alphas didn’t even realize they were doing it. It was in their biology to react to the omega pheromones. But Jimin’s scent was neutral as usual.

He covered his nose with his scarf when he felt like the pheromones were suffocating him. As if on cue, the elevator doors opened, and more people stepped inside. Jimin lowered his scarf, wanting to get some fresh air, but the condition only worsened because more alphas added to the mix.

The morning crowd pushed him into a corner, and he almost gagged, covering his nose again. A dull pounding at the base of his skull promised a prolonged headache.

Suddenly, Jungkook stepped into his line of sight. A wave of pine washed over him, and Jimin let out a barely audible whimper, leaning forward to bury his nose into a broad chest. He didn’t think twice before inhaling the calming pheromones as if his life depended on them. His fists clenched at the front of Jungkook’s jacket and the throbbing in his head stopped.

Jimin’s omega sighed contently, rubbing his cheek over the alpha’s chest gently. He felt a soft hand wrap around his shoulder, guiding him out of the elevator and then to a car.

“Jimin,” a voice called, and Jimin had to blink several times to focus. “You okay?”

He sucked in a sharp breath at the proximity and pulled back. Heat rushed to his cheeks, and he glanced around to see they were beside Jungkook’s car.

“Get inside. I’ll drop you on my way,” the alpha insisted.

Jimin swallowed, averting his gaze as what happened a few minutes ago crashed into him. He had never behaved that way before. Shame filled him, but that gentle touch was back. It guided him into the passenger seat, and he blushed when Jungkook secured the seatbelt.

His heart beat wildly in his chest, his sweetening grasse jasmine and may rose to betray how happy that gesture made him. Jimin wanted to control the omega, but it was in no position to listen to him. Instead, it focused entirely on the alpha’s masculine scent, which promised safety and comfort.

Jungkook climbed inside, backing away from the parking lot without another word. When they eased into the traffic a minute later, the alpha took his hand in his, pulling it over the center console to put it on his thigh.

Jimin’s heart cartwheeled, and his eyes went wide. The alpha said nothing as he covered his hand with his large palm. He removed his hand only to shift gear; otherwise, he held Jimin’s hand. If Jimin felt something stirring inside the deep pit of his chest, no one had to know that.

The next time it happened was when Jungkook accidentally left his jacket after another meal in his apartment. The omega initially intended to return the coat. However, as soon as he grabbed the jacket, a wave of pine washed over him, and before he knew what he was doing, he had his nose buried into it.

Alpha.

His omega chanted as he furiously dug his nose into it. Soft whines left his mouth as he tried to fill his lungs with gulp after gulp of the potent scent that did things to both his body and mind. He didn’t get to linger longer because someone rang the bell.

Jimin pulled back with a daze and pushed the jacket behind his back. When he opened the door, Jungkook stood outside.

“Ah, Jimin, sorry to disturb. I forgot my…” He trailed off, his nostrils flaring and gaze sliding down.

Jimin’s eyes widened, cheeks heating up as he realized he was still holding Jungkook’s jacket behind his back and wasn’t being sneaky as he thought he was. A soft smile lifted the corners of his lips.

“Um…” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck. “I…ah, I forgot to tell you good night,” he mumbled. “Good night, Jimin.” He backed away from the door with the same smile before pivoting on his heel and disappearing into his apartment.

Jimin stood stunned as he wondered what just happened. But the omega rejoiced inside him because for a moment he thought the alpha had come back to take the jacket back. And it would have taken every fiber of his restraint to hand it over right then. He didn’t feel a least bit embarrassed when he carried the jacket to his nest, happily weaving it to the pile by his head.

That night Jimin slept like a baby.

Jimin had the worst day at work. He loved being a labor and delivery nurse. He helped bringing countless lives into this world, listened to their first cry and witnessed them taking their first breath. Watched the parents’ tears of joy as they shared that most happiest moment of parenthood together.

⚠️

But on days like this, he questioned why he was still there and putting himself through it all. A mother lost her child today. The umbilical cord had tightened around the little one’s neck and he was already gone by the time they had admitted the mother in the hospital.

The gut wrenching cries of the mother, still echoed in his ears. He had to painfully watch as the doctor tried to console the mother and her alpha. Even after all these years, he shed tears as he cleaned the little one, bundling it in a clean towel.

⚠️

He couldn’t stomach the thought of eating when his heart felt so heavy. Luckily, he had the next day off. Usually on days like this, he would go to his apartment and drink to oblivion. But today, his foot stopped in front of the alpha’s door, knocking it twice.

When Jungkook opened the door, Jimin broke down in front of him. The tears he had been holding inside had broken free without his permission. The alpha immediately hugged him with an alarmed expression before pulling him into his apartment. He led him to the couch and made him sit before sitting beside him.

Jimin couldn’t talk. One would say he was overreacting and he should get used to such circumstances as this wasn’t his first and it wouldn’t be his last. But how could one get used to things like this? It hurt him like it hurt him on his first time of losing someone.

⚠️

“What happened?” the alpha asked. “Jimin, did someone hurt you? Did something happen at work? Tell me…please…”

Jimin shook his head. “W-We lost a baby today,” he cried. “He was already gone but…” He couldn’t talk more but Jungkook understood.

⚠️

The alpha wordlessly pulled him over his lap, allowing him to curl against his chest. Jungkook held him as he broke down further in his arms.

As a male omega, his chances at pregnancy were naturally slim. And now he was over thirty, it was rare. Because with age, their fertility rate reduced. Hence they weren’t the most desired when it came to dating or marriage. One of the other reasons why Jimin couldn’t find a suitable alpha. There weren’t many that showed interest in male omegas unless if it wasn’t for a hook up or a brief fling. He was interested in none of those.

Jimin didn’t know why was this time so hard on him. Maybe it was the preheat that was messing with his emotions. The omega melted in his arms, breathing in the calming pheromones. He had been alone for so long and right this moment in his arms felt so right. It felt so good to be held like this. He hadn’t been held like this in ages.

When he fell asleep in his arms later, he didn’t even stir when Jungkook carried him to the bed. The next morning when he woke up in the alpha’s bed, his omega was purring loudly as he rolled in the bed, scenting every inch of the bed and claiming that space as theirs.

The alpha hadn’t commented about it later and something had shifted between that day. In his heart, Jimin knew he was falling slowly but surely. No one had ever made him feel the way Jungkook made him feel.

He felt safe and comfortable around him. With Jungkook, he didn’t have to be conscious about everything and anything. So when Taehyung suggested that he should ask the alpha for help during this heat, for the first time, Jimin had no protests on his lips. In the coming days, he was considering it, pondering over several ways he could ask the alpha.

He wanted to chicken out but he held himself together. You’re an adult, Jimin. You can do this.

He cheered for himself before inviting Jungkook over for dinner that night. Perhaps it was his hormones that gave him the strength to go through with it because of his heat which was only a day or two away. Jungkook said he was interested in his, didn’t he? If he was able to help him through this and take care of him, then he genuinely had nothing to worry about.

The alpha showed up right on time dressed in a pair of tight black jeans and white thin sweater that emphasized his toned physique. In his hands, was a bouquet of fresh roses that smelled divine.

“Hey…” Jungkook smiled warmly, offering the roses to him. “For you.”

“Come in,” Jimin welcomed him inside with a smile and accepted the roses with a smile. He shyly ducked his head, taking a whiff of those beautiful blooms with a contented sigh. Maybe the heat in his cheeks was matching the color of roses, but he stopped caring after he accepted the fact that he was falling for the alpha.

When his scent sweetened, he didn’t try to hide and school his features like he usually did. He let the alpha read his mood and basked in his pleased scent that was wrapping around him warmly. The pine was so pleasant and flooded his apartment.

“The food is ready,” he said. “I was in mood for hotpot dumplings today. Hope you don’t mind.” He led him to the dining table.

“Really?” There was genuine amusement in the alpha’s voice and he turned to see the twinkle in his eyes. “Mom used to make it every time I visit her.”

“Oh…” He smiled. “I added kimchi, tofu, mushrooms and veggies.” Jungkook eagerly grabbed his bowl. “Let me do it for you.”

Jimin filled his bowl and watched fondly as the alpha inhaled deeply before digging in. The hum he let out was everything he could ask for. “Whoa! This is the best hotpot ever.”

He sat in his chair, filling his bowl. “Even better than your mom’s?” Jimin asked teasingly.

“Maybe…” Jungkook winked. “Just don’t rat me out to her when you both meet.”

Jimin visibly froze. ‘When’ not ‘if.’ He wants me to meet his mom? So he was in it for a long haul and didn’t mean it as a fling. Something fluttered in his belly, traveling upward to his chest.

The alpha seemed oblivious to his internal turmoil as he continued to eat, praising his cooking skills and how perfect it tasted with every bit he took. Warmth spread further across his chest.

He began to eat slowly, for the first time savoring every bite because with how Jungkook has been praising his cooking, it was impossible to miss it. Jungkook was the best critic, telling him what he loved the most, going as deep as to describe the texture and how the spices had blended with everything to make it taste so good.  

If the alpha acted so enthusiastic for the hotpot, he went absolutely wild when Jimin pulled out the chocolate truffle cake from the refrigerator.

“Oh, my God! You made this?” The alpha didn’t even wait for him to hand him the spoon. He dipped a finger into the chocolate, sucking it into his mouth. “Fuck! This is so delicious.” He grabbed a piece taking a considerable bite. “Can you marry me already?” he asked with his big, doe eyes peering at him, voice muffled, and chocolate smudged at the corner of his lips.

Jimin’s mouth fell open. “I—”  

“I don’t mind if you want to date first and then marry,” Jungkook continued, undeterred. “I mean, we are already late, but we will work something around.”

Jimin burst out into laughter. He bent over the counter, tingling his laughter echoing off him and bouncing around them. “Jungkook! Oh, lord, you’re unbelievable.”

“I wasn’t kidding, though.” He pouted, looking like a wounded puppy. “You like me too, don’t you?” He glanced around them. “I mean…you were…ah, you were giving all these signs and then…um, you invited me over for dinner. You were considering to accept my courting, right? Please don’t tell me I misunderstood.” He put the cake down, stepping closer. “Don’t give me false hope, Jimin. I’ve never been serious about someone before. But I’ve felt like I’ve met my match since I stumbled into you.”

Jimin gasped, his eyes widening as he stared at the alpha. “Jungkook…” He was baring his heart in front of him, and the omega could only gape at him.

“It’s true, Jimin. My intention toward you has always been long-term,” Jungkook rushed to say. “At first, I was drawn by your beauty. But with time, I was attracted by your kindness and everything that is you. You may not know, but I visited your hospital once. Saw how you comforted an elderly omega whose husband was undergoing critical surgery. Her only son was in the US, and she was alone with no one to support her. It wasn’t even your place to do that, but you went out of your way. You stayed with her after your shift ended and until the surgery was over.”

Jimin opened and closed his mouth like a fish.

“There are more incidents…I just… I just know I’m falling for you, Jimin,” Jungkook confessed.

Jimin glanced away for a moment, the gaze in his eyes too intense and stripping down the several layers of his soul. At that moment, his omega was overwhelmed with emotions, and he wanted nothing more than to jump into the alpha’s arms, telling him he wanted that too. But the fear held him back.

“Jungkook… T-There is something you should know first,” he said softly. “One of the reasons I invited you over is because of that.” It was now or never. The alpha’s expression fell, but he nodded either way. “Can we move to the living room?”

 He swallowed the trepidation rising in his throat and replayed Taehyung’s words of motivation. Jungkook was a good alpha.

In the living room, they ate the chocolate truffle cake in silence. The entire time Jungkook’s eyes were on him. Finally, he finished his portion and pushed the empty plate aside. Then he interlocked his hands in his lap.

It wasn’t an easy conversation to discuss something so intimate, but it was his only fear, and he thought it had to be addressed because it involved the both of them. Taehyung urged him that he should keep his communication open. He should tell the alpha his needs because no one could know what was on the other’s mind.

“The reason I was staying away from relationships…I-It’s…um…it’s intimate,” he started. “I’m a submissive.”

The alpha didn’t say a word, but watched him intently. When Jimin didn’t offer more, lost in the spiral of his own thoughts, Jungkook asked, “So…um, do you have any preferences?”

Jimin blinked and glanced at the alpha. “Preferences?”

“Um…yeah, I mean…any preferences in activities in bed?” His voice was genuine, brows furrowed in concentration. He wasn’t mocking or judging. On the contrary, Jimin could tell he was sincerely trying to understand him better. Relief flooded him. The conversation might flow easier than he expected. “What do you expect from me?”

Jimin visibly relaxed at that question. “Proper aftercare,” he whispered. After the last time it happened, he had looked up on the internet and met a therapist who specialized in this area. The therapist helped him understand everything better.

“Aftercare?” Jungkook frowned. “Isn’t that involved in these scenarios?”

Jimin smiled, more relaxed now. Jungkook seemed to have a knowledge about this. “Are you perhaps…a dom?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I’ve explored a bit when I was in college. But one of my friends is a professional dom who frequent to BDSM clubs. I’ve heard a lot from him.”

“Oh.”

“I know the basics, but I can learn more if you’re into that,” Jungkook assured.

“So have you had that type of relationship with anyone before?” he asked.

Jungkook shook his head and sat comfortably. Their knees brushed but either of them pulled back. Jimin welcomed the warmth and relaxed as much as possible.

“I’ve never been in a serious relationship before and these things aren’t something one could explore with a stranger you know nothing about. I mean…there are places for that but for me I need to feel an emotional connection. Both parties have to be comfortable with things they do in bedroom right? I find it hard to discuss all that with a stranger. So I didn’t focus more on it, but I always made sure to provide proper aftercare after a hook up and left only after making sure they’re good. Some liked to cuddle after sex but some wanted me to disappear the moment we are done. I was okay with either. But with time I realized I wanted more. What about you? What do you like? You can tell me if you have any kinks or anything else you like to do in the bedroom.”

“It’s not…I, um…don’t have any special kinks or preferences.” He took a deep breath. “I’m very sensitive, and my omega get scent drunk when I’m…um…being intimate. I get, ah, needy, and I tend to slip into the subspace easily. During those moments, I’m vulnerable. We have to trust the alpha to take care of us properly, and it almost never happened to me.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. The back of his eyes burned with tears.

“Jimin…” Jungkook moved closer, taking his hand in his and covering it between his palms. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Tell me please. What do you expect from me?”

The omega took several deep breaths. The alpha’s scent was calming and the touch was assuring. He could tell Jungkook. He would understand.

“I-I’m not a bitch in heat, Jungkook,” Jimin blurted out. “I do not fancy my partner calling me that. I don’t want anyone to dominate me or manhandle me. Not in the way they were doing it before. I-I don’t like that. I want them to care for me and love me. Make me feel I’m cherished and loved. Make me feel that I’m important to them. I want them to look at me with affection, not just lust as if I’m not good for anything else but sex. It hurts, Jungkook. It hurts when they do that.”

The alpha’s eyes widened.

“I want my alpha to make love to me. To hold me and cuddle with me after sex. To value me for who I am and not judge me based on how I behave in bed. They behaved as if I was the only one getting everything out of this and were doing me a favor.” A few stray tears fell down his cheeks. “But…they always think I’m just….” He paused. “I want to be treated with respect, but once they slept with me, they never…” he drawled. “I had horrible sub-drops in the past. I felt worthless and dirty afterward.”

The alpha cursed under his breath before engulfing him in a tight embrace. “Fuck those assholes. I’m so sorry, Jimin. Is that why you turned me down?”

Jimin nodded, breathing in the alpha’s comforting scent. “Y-Yes.”

The alpha kissed the side of his head. “I’m so sorry. I promise to take care of you, Jimin. I’ll never leave you feeling that way.” His calming pheromones enveloped him. “I’ll never judge you for what you want in bed. An alpha who can’t take care of their omega doesn’t deserve to have one. I promise to take care of whatever needs you might have. I promise to love you the way you deserve.”

“T-Thank you.” He choked on the overwhelming emotions that were flooding him. Finally, the omega exhaled, sinking into this warm embrace. It felt like a weight lifted off his chest as he rubbed his face into the alpha’s chest. The tears that burned at the back of his eyes were one of relief.

Jungkook rubbed his back soothingly until he calmed down. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Y-Yeah,” he whispered. “The main reason I called you was because…um…my heat is due in a day or two.”

“Oh. Do you want me to…um…Can I help? You can say no, of course. I can still leave you food and um…be there. I just—”

He slapped his hand over the alpha’s rambling mouth. “Yes.” He giggled, but sobered at a sudden thought. “I’m sorry…Is it too sudden? Shit, I didn’t think this through… What about your leave?”

“Don’t worry about it. We get heat and rut leaves. I just need to call my HR and inform them,” he assured.

“Oh, okay.” Jimin lifted his head, looking fondly at the alpha. Oh, how long he wanted to be held like this. “Can you kiss me?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yes.” He leaned until their noses touched. The alpha gently cupped his cheek. “Trust me. You’ll never regret this.”

Jimin swallowed with a nod. “I trust you.”

With that, they closed the distance. Their lips brushed, and Jimin sighed in contentment. The alpha’s lips were warm and soft against his mouth. His thumb rubbed against his cheek in a gentle caress.

The kiss was tentative, as if he was testing water or allowing Jimin to get used to the feeling. Jimin didn’t know because all he could focus on was his lips on him. The gentle glide was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The soft teasing of his tongue along the seam of his lips only fed the longing in his chest.

The omega surged forward to the front, taking control of his senses. Jimin whined against his lips, demanding more. The alpha responded by pushing his tongue past his lips. He tilted his head to kiss him deeper, better. He grabbed the alpha’s biceps, clinging to him with all his might.

There was no doubt anymore, but there was the intent. The alpha fused their mouths together, tasting every inch of his mouth, caressing his tongue with him, and sucking on it with a sensuality Jimin never experienced before.

The surroundings faded, and all Jimin could hear were his frantic heartbeat and the alpha’s ragged breathing. He slid his palm up to press it flat against Jungkook’s chest just above his heart. The alpha’s heart beat just as wildly as his.

Jimin felt the first drop of his arousal trickle down his hole, wetting his ass cheeks. Damn, and all they did was just kiss. His flowery scent sweetened with the tinge of his arousal, the omega letting our pheromones let their alpha know their intent.

The omega wanted the alpha right then and there. Wanted to be claimed in every way possible. Wanted to be owned and reminded who he belonged to. Wanted to give all of himself to the alpha he was falling for. An alpha he thought was a perfect match for him.

They didn’t pause until his lungs burned with the lack of breath. When they pulled apart, Jungkook look wild with a ravenous look on his eyes.

“I want you,” he growled. “Fuck, baby, you kiss like a dream.” He caressed his bottom lip, gaze zoomed in on his mouth. “Gosh…the things I want to do to you.”

Jimin whined, gripping him tighter. “Please…alpha…” A soft whimper was all he could manage as he arched his back.

Jungkook’s gaze darkened. The alpha adjusted him in his lap so that he straddled him. Their crotches pressed flush against each other as Jungkook kissed him again. Again, Jimin felt the wetness grow, now to an uncomfortable level.

Jungkook detached their lips to dive into his neck. Confident lips pushed against his scent gland, and Jimin trembled. His hold on him was loose. The alpha ran his nose up and down his neck a few times, again allowing Jimin a window to stop him if he didn’t want this. But the omega just buried his fingers in his hair, pulling him closer and baring his neck for better access.

“Please…” he whimpered. “M-More…alpha, more….”

And Jungkook complied. He opened his mouth to suck on his scent gland, kissing over the sensitive flesh and rubbing his pine scent on him. His hands slipped under his t-shirt, gracing his taut nipples. Long fingers rolled the hardened peaks, pinching it and rubbing it until he arched his chest, moaning without abandon.

Jimin whimpered, rotating his hips. It had been so long since he had sex, and the sudden onslaught of arousal wasn’t helping. He needed the release right now. He tried to hump him, but that wasn’t enough.

The material of his pants strained, and he was sure his slick would have now left a wet patch on Jungkook’s pants. But he couldn’t care less. He tried to circle his hips for the much-needed friction. It worked to some extent but not to the level he wanted.

He let out a distressed whine. “N-Need to come,” he demanded. “M-Make me cum, alpha. T-Too long. Wanna cum.”

Jungkook pulled back and hushed him with a kiss. “Let me take care of you,” he murmured. “Before that, I need to know something, baby.” He gripped his hips with both hands, bringing him flush against his hardening cock, and then thrust up.

Jimin’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull, mouth falling agape as pleasure shot from his groin.

“Do you want us to go all the way in?” he asked. “I can just use my hands if you don’t want that.”

“N-No. Want everything,” Jimin rushed to say with whatever lucidity he had left in him. Suddenly Jimin forced himself to stop because he was afraid he won’t be talking much once he reached his orgasm. After all, that was when he often lost all thread of control. Or maybe it would be different with Jungkook. “I-I’m safe,” he said. “Took my birth control shot two days ago. You can just…ah, I mean…are you? Are you safe?”

“Yes,” the alpha replied. “I haven’t had sex in a while and get tested regularly.”

The omega nodded. “Alright…then let’s…can we do it?” he asked hopefully. “I know it might be too soon but…I can hardly control myself,” he admitted. “It’s been too long. Please…can we? Can we just…I want know…I want to know if you can take care of me.”

“Sure, baby. Let alpha prove we are capable of serving you.” Jungkook kissed him. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

“Please…”

“Bedroom?”

“Y-Yes please…”

The alpha hoisted him with ease and carried him to the bedroom while fusing their lips together. He kicked the door with the same foot to shut it with a bang. He pulled back, pausing a few feet short of his bed.

“Such a beautiful nest,” he admired, his gaze carefully studying the setup. Pride surged in his chest, and he felt his cheeks flare again. “Can I come into your nest, baby? Will you let me in?”

Jimin nodded, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “Please…”

Jungkook carefully lowered him first, settling in the middle, patting his side for Jungkook to climb inside.

The alpha smiled and quickly worked his pants, kicking them away before pulling off his sweater. It left him only in his boxers, and Jimin almost drooled at sight. He knew Jungkook was well built, but to see him in bare clothing was another thing. He was just so handsome.

Jimin wanted to spend time mapping those ropes of muscles, kissing every inch, but some other time. He was too wound up to do anything right now. Suddenly it felt too hot, as if he was already in heat though he knew that wasn’t the case.

Jungkook climbed inside carefully. The alpha wasted no time getting rid of the sweatpants and t-shirt, leaving him only in his briefs. His scent thickened with his arousal. “Fuck, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” the alpha almost moaned. “I could eat you up the whole.”

The omega’s smell sweetened as if he didn’t smell ripe and ready for harvest already. “Eat me then,” he invited, feeling bold. As he drank his features, the desire and lust he saw in the alpha’s eyes emboldened him.  

“Hmm…let me do something first, though,” the alpha said, hooking his hands in his boxers’ waistband and pulling it down. “You’re so fucking perfect. Gosh, look at you,” he moaned. “Gonna ruin every fucking man out there for you tonight,” he growled, falling over his abdomen.

Jimin naturally spread his thighs, bracketing the alpha’s head.

“Smell so delicious…” He kissed his abdomen, nipping gently at the flesh. “Wanna wreck you.”

“Please…” Jimin arched with a gasp. Precum dripped from the tip of his cock and onto his taut abdomen.

Jungkook wrapped a hand around his cock, moving his hand up and down gently. He fell forward, caging him against the mattress. He nipped at his bottom lip, slotting his hips between his thighs. “But before that…I need to know something. Tell me, baby. Tell me what you don’t like,” Jungkook coaxed. Their breaths mingled, and the omega gasped when he rolled his hips against his. His scent blossomed upon hearing the endearment.

Jimin scrambled to think. “D-Don’t like it when they’re being mean.” He arched beautifully into him. “H-Hate it when they call me names.”

“What do you like, baby?” he asked, thumb rubbing smooth circles on his cheeks. Intent gaze locked with his.

Jimin breathed in the alpha’s intoxicating scent, eyes rolling to the back of his head. “L-Like it when they’re nice.”

“Yeah? Like it when they call you pretty? Tell you how good you are.”

Jimin’s breath stuttered in answer.

“You like it, don’t you?” Jungkook peppered feather-light kisses along his jaw. “So beautiful when you’re like this, omega.”

“Ngh…” Jimin thrust his hip up involuntarily. “Fuck…” he hissed. “Alpha…oh…”

“Gonna worship you all night, omega.” Something warm and wet enveloped his cock. His eyes shot open, not even remembering when he closed them.

Oh, God!

The alpha was sucking him off. He watched his cock disappearing inside the alpha’s mouth mesmerizingly. The rise in pressure was instant. He came fast and hard before he could even warn the alpha.

Jungkook just sucked him hard, drinking his release and letting him go with a pop. His vision swam, but he blinked several times to watch the alpha eagerly because Jungkook rose to his knees. His large hands gripped the back of his thighs, spreading them apart as he licked his lips.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled. “Gonna eat you up.”

That was all the warning he got before the alpha dropped his head. He felt him lick a fat stripe from his perineum to his balls. Jimin’s body shuddered, and he closed his legs involuntarily, only to be stopped by the alpha’s broad shoulders.

The tip of his tongue left a warm trail up his balls, sucking one into his mouth. Jimin clenched helplessly, body heating up at the unexpected feeling. His tongue sank into his plush bottom lip, feet curling behind the alpha’s back.

Jimin bit into his fist, muffling the wanton noises that threatened to spill out of his mouth. His heels dug between the alpha’s shoulder blades when he felt the first touch of that sinful tongue over his rim. The alpha teased him tenderly, running his tongue along the crevice of his ass and kissing him there.

His long fingers massaged his inner thigh as he held him open for this seeking tongue. Jimin arched into him, hips gyrating as Jungkook pushed his thumb inside his leaking hole. He held him open, sliding it in his tongue.

“Angh!”

Jimin clenched tightly around his tongue, leaking more slick. He sensation was just so heavenly. His hips rose to meet the alpha’s mouth in tandem. The obscene slurping noises the alpha made while sucking at his rim made his cheeks heat up to the point he thought it could start a fire.

“Oh, God!’

Jungkook growled appreciatively, nipping at his puckering flesh. The alpha took his time with his and the gentle grip he had on his thigh and the thumb that rubbed smooth circles were such a contrast to the wreak his tongue havocked inside him.

“Hngh…ah!”

The omega, for the first time in his life felt truly desired. It didn’t feel like Jungkook was in it just for lust and using him, but he felt cared as the alpha pleasured him intimately. Jimin didn’t think it was possible to feel so many emotions other than just pleasure. He couldn’t explain the warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest or the dizziness in his head.

“Angh! God…oh…ah…”

A finger slid inside him along with his tongue, reaching the most sensitive bundle of nerves. He massaged his insides, causing his hips to lift off the bed. But the alpha’s free hand moves, holding him down and pinned to the bed as he dove deeper.

Before he knew what was happening, Jimin came apart. He spilled across his abdomen untouched. Droplets of cum left a trail over his chest, and some splattered his jaw.

“Alpha!”

His body shook from overstimulation, and the alpha pulled away, wiping his glistening chin with the back of his hand. He grinned at the omega.

“You sounded so beautiful, omega.” He hovered over him with a smile. “You taste so sweet and addictive, baby. I wanna live between your legs forever.”

“Alpha…” Jimin moaned, eyes glazed as his head swam. Again, that warm, fuzzy feeling spread all over his limbs. This time he welcomed it happily.

“Such a gorgeous omega. I can’t wait to get inside you. Bet you’re so tight, and you’ll make me cum as soon as I’m inside.”

Jimin whimpered.

“Fuck! You make me feel like a teenager again.” Jungkook slid two fingers inside him moving it gently. “Wanna know how you make me feel?” He took his hand and put it over his boxer. Jimin blinked realizing it was wet. “I came just by eating you out. You’re like a fucking drug, baby.”

“Alpha…” Jimin moaned. “I-I did that?”

“Yes, baby. Look at the power you hold over me.” Jungkook smiled. “I wanna be inside you, baby.”

“Please…” Jimin pleaded. “Please, alpha…want that.”

“Yeah? Want me inside you, baby? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes. Yes, please…Alpha…hurts…please…” He arched his hip.

Jungkook hooked his fingers under his waistband, wiggling his hips to push it down his hips. He couldn’t wait until he got rid of it. So he just adjusted himself between Jimin’s legs, pushing his cock inside him little by little.

The omega’s body opened willingly, allowing a gentle glide. Slowly, he pushed to the hilt, bottoming out with a loud moan. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” he panted above him.

When Jungkook fell forward, caging him once again, Jimin whimpered full of need. He let out a needy whine, hooking his legs around his waist, heels digging in his bum. He pulled him closer with a bruising grip on his shoulder.

The alpha kissed him deeper, taking a moment to ravish his mouth before he began to move. He rested his forehead against him, their breaths mingling. The soft drag of his cock against the inner walls felt so delicious.

“Baby…” the alpha groaned. “Fuck! Feel so good.” He further cupped the omega’s face with a free hand. “How are you so perfect?” he moaned. “Feels like heaven, baby. Like you’re made just for me.”

At that moment, Jimin had forgotten all his past fears. Instead, the alpha gazed into his eyes with such affection that Jimin felt that warmth in his chest explode.

 “Alpha…”

“So fucking perfect…look at you, my baby…gosh, I feel like I’ll explode anytime. I don’t know if I can hold much longer.”

Jimin’s entire body ignited with a desire he had felt only when he was in heat. However, this time he knew it wasn’t the case. Jungkook kissed him again.

“Baby…how does it feel?” he asked, breathe fanning his lips. “Does it feel good? Do you like it? Does your alpha pleasure you enough?”

“Yes. Yes, alpha…oh, god, yes!”

“You like it, hmm?” Jungkook kissed him again. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long. Wanted to make love to you for so long. Hold you like this.”

“Y-You did?”

“Almost every night since I realized I liked you more than anyone else,” Jungkook confessed.

Jimin glanced at the alpha, pleasure swirling deep in the pits of his stomach. He slid his hands from his shoulder to cup his face. “Kiss me, alpha,” he whispered. “Please…kiss me and make love to me. Want your knot. Want everything you can give to me.”

Jungkook moaned. “Want to give everything to you, baby. You can have me. All of me. Whatever you want, it’s all yours.”

With that he captured his lips and began to move his hips. Every thrust hit that special spot inside him, causing him to moan louder. His lifted his hip, meeting every thrust. His cock brushed against each other’s torsos, the friction just so sweet.

Jimin moaned, their lips parting but never letting go of each other. They moaned against each other’s mouth, whispering each other’s names as he felt the alpha’s knot catch his rim.

Jungkook grunted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and it was such a nice site. Jimin didn’t know it could feel so good. He felt treasured. No alpha had ever been this transparent and vulnerable with him before. He felt assured and as if he didn’t have to hide his emotions. The alpha chanted his name like a mantra.

He was lost in Jungkook’s gaze when the orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. Losing himself in the haze enveloping him was so easy this time. He wasn’t afraid of feeling because he trusted Jungkook to catch him.

He closed his eyes; for the first time, he embraced the wave with a smile and closed his eyes, pulling the alpha flush against his chest and opening his mouth for his seeking mouth.

***

Jungkook could only gaze at Jimin in wonder. The omega’s beauty had no bounds. But, after the days he spent learning about the omega, he realized they had more in common. And Jimin was beautiful inside out.

His heart ached to know that the omega had been taken advantage of by his kindness, but no one had ever returned it. When he confessed the truth, Jungkook felt like his own heart was breaking.

He decided then and there that he would erase all those bitter memories. Instead, he vowed to spend years creating new memories that would only make Jimin smile warmly when he thinks about it every time.

When his knot deflated, he gently pulled out, almost shushing the omega who whined. He kissed the pout and crawled out of bed. He brought a washcloth and began to clean to omega, changing the sheet without disrupting his nest.

He then dressed Jimin in his discarded white sweater, watching it drown him with satisfaction. He looked so soft, warm, and cuddly like this. Jimin mumbled something in his sleep when he rummaged through his closet for his underwear. Jungkook felt like his heart would explode with warmth. But he also had a feeling Jimin would sleep more comfortable once dressed.

Once done, he climbed beside the omega, pulling him to his chest. He nuzzled into his neck, pressing his lips gently on his nape. Then, slipping a hand under his sweater, he pushed it flat over his stomach, stroking the skin gently. His alpha was so content that his lips stretched to form a permanent smile as he fell asleep, inhaling the comfortable grasse jasmine and may rose.

***

Jimin woke up feeling so relaxed and pleasantly sore. The scent of pine and breakfast washed over him. His mouth watered as his lips stretched involuntarily.

He stretched his arms above his head and grinned when he felt the soft material of the alpha’s sweater against his skin. He didn’t even open his eyes to know it belonged to the alpha. For one, it smelled so richly like the alpha, and two, he didn’t own anything so soft and so big.

He pulled the sweater to his nose, inhaling deeper before blinking his eyes. It was so surprising to him that he had never experienced such happiness before. His chest felt so light. He hopped off the bed with a bounce on his feet.

Even with the impending heat simmering under his skin, he felt refreshed.

The sound of the utensils somewhere outside the room drew him out of his musings. He padded barefoot to the kitchen with a spring in his steps and a soft giggle on his lips. His eyes twinkled with mirth as he sneaked to the kitchen. But before he could reach the alpha, Jungkook turned, bending to scoop him in his arms.

“Hey, baby…” he whispered. “Good morning, honey bunch.”

Jimin giggled. “Honeybunch?”

“Mhmm…” Jungkook nuzzled and brushed his nose against his with a smitten smile. “My sweet little sugar plum.”

Tingling laughter erupted from Jimin’s chest. He threw his head back and laughed. “I love that.”

“Breakfast is ready, sweetness,” he stated with an infectious grin.

“Mhmm…what did my chef cook for me today?” Jimin asked, clinging to him, mirroring his smile.

“There are two options to choose from.” He backed him to the dining table. “I have pancakes, bread toast, and scrambled eggs. Or maybe you can spread me out of this table and feed on me.”

Jimin burst out into laughter, but his eyes darkened. “We would both love that, don’t you? Maybe you would love it if I licked off the syrup from your abs.” His stomach rumbled. “I think I’ll have pancakes first and you next.”

Jungkook chuckled. “As you wish, sugar plum. But my abs are all yours.” He let him go and pulled the chair for him to sit. “How do you feel?”

“Good.” Jimin grinned. “Never been better.” He leaned forward and was granted a kiss immediately.

“That’s good. I’ll draw you a bath later and give you a massage.” Jungkook pushed a plate filled to the brim. “Then in the evening we can go to this new restaurant I found last month. I think you’d love it. Oh, we also need to stock the things you would need for your heat. I already made a list for you to go through and add whatever you want.”

Jimin smiled wider. Warmth rushed to his chest once again to know that the alpha had already thought of his heat and was making all the arrangements. “I’d love that.”

His cheeks hurt with how much he smiled since he woke up. Jungkook pulled his legs over his knee, long fingers digging into his knee, massaging gently as they dug into their breakfast.

Jimin vaguely remembered the alpha cleaning him and changing him. He felt Jungkook’s long finger stroke his skin gently and the alpha scenting him until he fell asleep, feeling safer than ever. He could already tell this was going to be okay. Everything looked up for him, and he felt better. With a smile, he looked forward to the future, which sounded promising just like the sugary syrup on his tongue, and for the first time, he wasn’t afraid to face it.