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There's always a certain stigma that comes with mating, properly mating because it's kind of the biggest decision anyone can ever make in their entire actual literal lives. And people start talking about it from pup-age onwards, whispering about how those who mate too early are stuck with mates they don't like, how bonds can be broken, but the process leaves behind shells of bodies--and not even that sometimes--fragments of shells of bodies. And those who mate too late are forever unsatisfied, too taken by the choices and possibilities, too taken with the lives they could have lived with their mates if only they had just chosen sooner, if only they hadn't dragged it out so long, waited and waited till the one had slipped from between their fingers and they had to settle for... something less than the picture perfect life they'd imagined for themselves when they were still pups, eyes wide as night, bright as stars.
They meet on a street corner, across from the local market, where there's a community garden for those backyard enthusiasts who live in a city where backyards aren't exactly an option. They meet by accident, one of those accidents that are everything but accidental, and Jimin swears that everyone else who had come before, everyone else who had warned him about falling in love had just done it wrong because they can't have known this kind of love. This kind of meant to be, the kind that sparks when eyes meet eyes, the kind that sizzles down his spine and curls at the base of his torso and torments him for days on end.
He doesn't even know the boy's name.
"Jungkook," the boy says, when Jimin opens his door with his heart thudding up against his voice box, the scent impossible to miss, civet, hyrax, and castoreum--the definition of musk. Jimin swallows and feels his own pupils dilate.
"Jimin," Jimin answers, stepping aside to let Jungkook in. Jungkook dips his head with something of a shy smile (Jimin hadn't known alphas could be shy but maybe it was all just a ruse, some beautiful ploy to make Jimin his, and Jimin isn't entirely opposed), peering into Jimin's studio flat, nose twitching.
"Sorry to just come barging in like this," Jungkook says, voice catching along the edge, slightly gruff as he turns to look at Jimin, whole body thrumming with a kind of invisible energy that hums through the air and strikes every single chord Jimin has to offer.
Jimin shakes his head, "No, no--it's fine." still holding the door open with a hand, his back pressed to the wall, head buzzing with the dull heat washing over his entire body, the result of having Jungkook so damn close. He's never reacted to an alpha like this before.
"Can I?" Jungkook asks, gesturing towards the rest of Jimin's flat. Jimin nods, blinking as his eyes catch on the flex of Jungkook's shoulders and he lets the door fall shut behind him, following Jungkook into his own house, feeling more like a stranger than he's ever felt before. Jimin makes coffee and almost burns himself when pouring Jungkook a cup, but Jungkook only grins and tells him it’s delicious. They share bites of silence, crumbles of sound, conversation, their voices mingling over their half empty mugs, neither of them quite ready or willing to mention the other energy at work in the room, twisting around the pair of them so that when they look up from their own hands, at the same exact moment, and their eyes catch like zippers or lace or huge, wide-knit sweaters, Jimin almost doesn't swallow the whine at the back of his throat in time and Jungkook has to bite back a growl that's been rumbling through his chest since the second he set foot into Jimin's house.
How do people miss this?
This.
They were made to mate for life for a reason, and this is it. Because there's only one other person out there, that's made for them.
This.
Jungkook says that they should grab a bite to eat sometime, Jimin asks if it'd be a date and Jungkook says yes, if that's what you want it to be. Jimin says yes, yes, yes.
Yes.
So they go on a date, and the air around them swirls with the truths that neither of them are willing to say out loud, for fear of making them less true, of giving them more weight than they can handle, but when Jungkook walks Jimin home and stops on the street corner, Jimin turning to face him, there are more than truths strumming in the air between them--there are realities, all the realities that could be if only they were to reach out and grab it. Jimin teeters and Jungkook does too, grinning wide as he bends down to nose at Jimin's nose. Jimin shivers, leaning up to close the space between them.
They kiss for one beat short of forever before Jungkook pulls back and Jimin is almost panting.
"I'll see you... tomorrow?"
"Yeah, tomorrow."
Tomorrow never comes soon enough.
The heatwave hits Jimin square in the chest, stealing his breath faster than he can breathe in, spinning his thoughts out so far it's all he can do to grab his phone before he stumbles into the bathroom and turns on the cold water, and that's how Jungkook finds him, sitting in the bathtub with the cold water running, hugging his knees to his chest, sweat beading his forehead, dripping down his nose.
"J-Jungkook--I'm--I--"
Jungkook's nose crinkles as he reaches down to pull Jimin up, wrapping him in a towel and carrying him bodily from the bathroom, kicking the nozzle to the off position, cooing into Jimin's hair. Jimin nuzzles into Jungkook's shirt, scent overwhelming in its intensity, in its grating warmth that somehow plays counter to his own heat, the suffocating itch right beneath his skin that he just can't seem to scratch no matter how hard he tries.
Jungkook lays him down on the bed and it takes visible effort for him to pull back, his eyes sharp and dark and flashing.
"I'm sorry--I shouldn't... I didn't realize I'd called--" Jimin inches back on the sheets, squirming as he feels heat pool out of him in great, heaving waves, red tinting his cheeks as his voice breaks.
"It's okay," Jungkook says, but there's a barely controlled tremor to his voice that somehow speaks otherwise. He crinkles his nose again and his eyes rake down the length of Jimin's body, his clothes sticking to his skin, the white T-shirt he's wearing obnoxious in its barely-there-but-still-there-ness. Jungkook curls his hands into fists and Jimin chews on his lip, pushing himself into a semi-setting position, toying with the hem of his shirt, pulling it down to try and cover the very obvious tent in his drenched boxers.
"You should... you should go." Jimin looks everywhere but at Jungkook and Jungkook stiffens.
"Do you want me to go?"
Jimin's eyelashes flutter as he frowns at the ground. No. He doesn't want Jungkook to go. No, he never wants Jungkook to go.
"Because I don't want to go--not because you're like this--" Jungkook says, and there it is again, that tremor, that trill his voice sometimes catches, and it gives away his age, still young enough for some to consider dangerous. But he doesn't feel dangerous, not to Jimin.
Jungkook drops to his knees in front of Jimin and Jimin shivers at Jungkook's palms on his thighs, a whine working its way out of his throat, a whine that Jungkook wants desperately to lean in and catch, to drink down till his belly is full of nothing but the sounds Jimin makes. And what sounds they must be--
Jungkook gives Jimin's thighs a squeeze, "If you want me to go, I'll go. But I want to... I want to stay."
Jimin looks at Jungkook; Jungkook looks back.
They've known each other for three whole days. Less.
They've known each other for an eternity.
Jimin leans forward and presses their lips and it isn't stars aligning and everything falling into place, but it is Jungkook pressing back, kissing back, not pulling back, no never, pushing forward till Jimin is falling into the sheets, fingers shaking as they curl into Jungkook's shirt front.
"Door's open," Jungkook mumbles, half-tearing the shirt and boxers from Jimin's body, hauling Jimin forward by the ankles, Jimin whimpering as he grinds himself against Jungkook's leg, drawing out a long moan.
"Don't care," Jimin says, pawing at Jungkook's belt, leaning in to nose into the soft trail of dark hairs leading down Jungkook's stomach and Jungkook's fingers fist in Jimin's hair, jerking him back to a soft gasp, the action shooting straight to Jimin's dick, Jungkook bending over to mouth at Jimin's lips, sucking on his lower lip till it's bruised and nearly bleeding.
"N-never had anyone to--" Jimin doesn't get through the rest of his sentence before Jungkook is pressing two fingers into his slick, thumb rubbing soft circles into the sensitive skin between Jimin's dick and his balls, nosing into Jimin's inner thigh, sinking his teeth in. Jimin yelps and jerks up, precum leaking down the head of his cock, reaching down to grab it but Jungkook's free hand comes up to pin Jimin's wrist to the mattress, growling against his thigh.
"No one gets to touch you but me, not even yourself, understood?" Jungkook's eyes are too bright and too dark all at once and Jimin nods, groaning as Jungkook leans forward to lap at the head of his cock, two fingers sinking into Jimin's heat, and he's cumming, just like that, keening as Jungkook laps at the hot ropes of cum painting Jimin's stomach, several drops landing on Jungkook's face.
He grins, wolfish, and nuzzles into the base of Jimin's cock.
Jimin almost chokes as he feels Jungkook tonguing at the rim of his hole, licking at the wetness there, humming so the vibrations shock through Jimin's system, coiling till he's hard again, painfully so, till he's sure there'll be holes in his sheets from how hard he's gripping them.
"How pretty," Jungkook coos, lifting his head to rest his chin on Jimin's thigh, looking up the length of his body to where Jimin is gasping, lashes damp with tears as Jungkook drags his fingers along Jimin's walls, making forays to his prostate.
"Please--p-please--" Jimin says, trying to work his hips down into Jungkook finger's but Jungkook's palm comes up to press down on his stomach.
"Please what?" there's the lilt of a tease in his voice, and when he grins at Jimin, it's nothing short of absolutely wicked. "Please... more? Please... faster?" he varies his thrusts and Jimin whimpers, head thrown back, chest heaving, "Please... fuck you?"
At this, Jungkook pulls out his fingers and Jimin yelps, eyes going wide as Jungkook makes a show of licking them clean, finally climbing up to cage Jimin in with his body, lowering his head to lick a trail up Jimin's chest, biting down on Jimin's nipples, drawing out a choked sob.
"Yes--yes--yes--please fuck me--please--" Jimin nods, lips swollen and red, eyes glazed, hair sticking to his forehead and Jungkook leans down to suck a trail of bruises into Jimin's collar.
"Want me that bad? Or is it just cause you're in heat?" Jungkook asks, and Jimin lets out another sob as Jungkook presses his knee up between Jimin's legs, the pressure making Jimin's entire body jolt, his cock slick and bouncing against his stomach.
"Want you--w-wanna feel you--please--Jungkook I--" Jimin arches up into Jungkook, moaning at the friction. Jungkook's head drops and he bites down into Jimin's shoulder, hands coming up to pin Jimin's to either side of his face.
"That desperate for my cock? Or just any cock? Tell me, Jimin--c'mon--"
Jimin shakes his head, "No, no, just you, just you--Jungkook, I just want you--"
Jungkook shuts him up with a kiss, a harsh, biting, bruising, burning kiss, licking down into Jimin's mouth till Jimin can barely breathe.
"Just want you too," Jungkook murmurs, pulling back to peck Jimin's nose. Jimin whines, fingers flexing under Jungkook's grip and Jungkook grins, leaning down to lap at Jimin's lobes.
"But you look so good like this," Jungkook muses, working his hips down till it's teasing the skin of Jimin's inner thigh, smile stretching wide as he feels another flood of heat leaking out of Jimin, "so, so wrecked and needy, begging for me. God you smell so good--" his voice dips into a growl again, a low rumbling that resonates through the entire room.
"Jungkook--Jungkook--please, please, please--wanna feel you, wanna feel your cock, wanna--wanna cum with you inside me--"
Jimin is rambling, almost mewling as Jungkook drops his nose into Jimin's neck again and bites down gently, fitting himself at Jimin's entrance, nodding.
"Ready?"
Jimin moans. "Yes--just f-fuck me already--"
Jungkook thrusts forward and moans at the slide, the heat, how easily Jimin takes him in, clenching down around him till Jungkook swears he'll go insane. He pulls back and thrusts forward again, Jimin whining to his thrusts, his own cock untouched and pink with need. Jungkook wets his lips and grazes a hand over the head of Jimin's cock, flicking a thumb into the slit and watches in satisfied fascination as Jimin cums again, tears trailing down either side of his face, breath coming in short pants.
There are angry red marks dotting all up Jimin's front, and Jungkook can sit back on his heels and just stare for days.
"So damn beautiful," he says, leaning forward to pull Jimin in by the meat of his thighs, an arm hooking under Jimin's waist to pull him up, flush against Jungkook, Jimin's arms coming up to loop around Jungkook's neck. Their foreheads meet and Jimin pushes their lips together even as Jungkook hoists the pair of them up so Jimin's back is against the headboard, Jungkook fucking into him so hard the walls are shaking.
"Look so good when I'm fucking you," Jungkook says, pulling back just far enough to catch a glimpse of Jimin's face, Jimin's little moaning breaths washing over his lips--ah-ah-ah--J-Jung-kook-ah--
"Wanna make you mine," Jungkook grounds out, shifting Jimin higher up on the wall so he can jackhammer up into Jimin, feel Jimin's slick dripping down his thighs, the wet slapping sound of skin on skin downright sinful, echoing through the house, down the hall. It smells like sex and sweat and heat and the best kind of breaking.
Jimin is nowhere near coherent, gripping onto Jungkook as Jungkook tugs him in for another kiss and flips him around, pressing his cheek into the headboard, a palm smoothing over Jimin's back, savoring the way his back muscles flex and relax under Jungkook's touch.
"J-Jungkook--I want... I w-want--you--"
Jungkook groans and nods, "I know--"
Jimin shakes his head, quivering, "N-no, I want--want you to have me--"
Jungkook almost pauses, almost stops, almost, almost, almost but he doesn't. He just slows, draws out his thrusts and kisses Jimin's shoulder blades.
"Already do," he says, but Jimin is peering up at Jungkook over his shoulder.
"No--" his breaths are still uneven and there are still little whines tugging at the tail end of his voice, his ass clenching on Jungkook's cock but his voice is steady as it can be when he says, "I want--want you to knot me."
And this time, Jungkook does pause, but his cock pulses at the thought, his entire body prickling with a possessive heat as he fights the urge to take Jimin then and there and never look back.
"Are--are you sure?" Jungkook asks.
Jimin nods, forehead dropping into the headboard as he pushes himself back onto Jungkook’s cock, hips working, fucking himself into Jungkook and Jungkook sinks his nails into Jimin's hips, hissing at the heat building in his abdomen.
"Fuck--shit," Jungkook grounds out, snapping his hips forward, once, twice--Jimin moans a right mess into the pillow--Jungkook--more-more--please--need it--need you--need--
"Wanna knot you Jimin, gonna make you mine, is that okay?" Jungkook asks, wrapping a hand around Jimin's cock, red and raw from overstimulation, and nipping into the small of Jimin's back when his voice breaks clear through the octave.
"Yes, yes, yes," Jimin chants, knees shaking as he tries to work back into Jungkook, "wanna be yours--just yours--wanna feel you cum--"
"Fuck Jimin--" Jungkook pumps his hand in tandem to his own thrusts, "gonna cum--gonna--"
Jimin breaks a second before Jungkook does, cumming almost completely dry this time, sobbing into the pillow, thighs dripping with his own arousal, Jungkook's hips stuttering as he feels himself swell inside Jimin, Jimin whimpering as Jungkook's knot grazes repeatedly against his prostate and he shudders and shakes through shock after shock of orgasm till Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin and lowers them both onto the sheets, peppering kisses against Jimin's back and neck.
He hooks his ankle over Jimin's legs and pulls Jimin in till he's cocooned in Jungkook's chest, their bodies still connected. He can feel Jimin's heartbeat fluttering against his palm as he smooths a hand up Jimin’s chest and back down, smiling into Jimin's shoulder.
Jimin mumbles in his sleep and finds Jungkook's hands with his own, lacing their fingers.
"Mine," Jimin says and Jungkook nods into the nape of Jimin's neck.
"Yours," he agrees.
They wake up to the sticky-sweet smell of sex, Jungkook nuzzling into Jimin's skin, Jimin almost purring at the contact. They wake up to each other and a world that is a million shades more vibrant than it has been.
"Morning," Jungkook says, tongue heavy with love and dreams, all of which are unreachable with Jimin in his arms.
"Morning," Jimin says, turning slightly, the both of them gasping at the sensation of Jungkook dragging along Jimin's walls. Jimin's cheeks are pink but his eyes are wide and bright and too many shades of beautiful to count. "Does this count as our second date?"
Jungkook laughs, "If you want. Or, we can go out for a proper date later."
Jimin hums, shimmying his hips experimentally. Jungkook groans and buries his face in Jimin's back again, heat washing up his cheeks.
"Later sounds good."
Neither of them bother to mention the door still open, breathing their combined scents out into the hallway, out into the world.
Taehyung is completely aghast when Jimin shows up to their weekly coffee date, his nose scrunching as he leans in and takes a whiff.
"You knotted with an alpha that's younger than you?"
Jimin shrugs, the residual tingles of his mid-afternoon session with Jungkook still working their way through his system.
"Namjoon-hyeong and Yoongi-hyeong knotted when Namjoon-hyeong was like... 17."
Taehyung groans and rolls his eyes, "But they're that like one success story that all the weird dating websites advertise on their first page, y'know? The whole find your soulmate blah blah blah, thing."
Jimin grins, all cheek, "Then we can be the second success story."
Taehyung bites his lip and sighs into his coffee mug, "Well, so long as you're happy."
Jimin nods, "I am."
Taehyung smirks, "You smell it too."
Jimin has the decency to blush, "Well, we're made to mate once for a reason, I think," and Taehyung quirks his head but Jimin pushes on, the words warm and round and smooth on his tongue, "because there's someone out there who was made for us."