Chapter Text
-Monday
“Taehyungie,” Jimin whimpered softly, “Why does it have to be so damn cold?”
Taehyung gave Jimin a sideways glance as they were walking along the sidewalk towards their favorite coffee shop that they frequented almost every morning before classes. He skipped up the step to the door and swung it open for his shivering best friend, “Jiminie, I think you’re the only one who gets cold in this nice weather. There isn’t even a cloud in sight, and it’s only September. What are we going to do with you?”
He smiled sincerely as his small, blond best friend walked through the door and let out the breath of air he was holding as he met the warm interior of the building. Taehyung quickly grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the back of the line of people waiting to order. Jimin turned to him with a small pout and playfully furrowed brows before speaking,
“It’s not my fault I don’t radiate the un-natural amount of body heat that you do. I swear, you’d think you were an alpha with how warm you run all the time. It’s not fair,” Jimin paused and tugged at the sleeve of Taehyung’s t-shirt before looking down at himself and the oversized hoodie and dark skinny jeans he was wearing, “Give me some, come on. Don’t be shy.” He finished with a mock-serious expression on his face.
Taehyung just laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around the other omega, “Oh my little baby Jiminie, you’re so cute when you try to act all mad like that. You can just ask for hugs, you know?” He started tickling the shorter boy’s sides gently.
“Aish! I’m older than you!” Jimin wiggled out of his grasp wearing the same pout as before and crossing his arms, “Let me get my coffee in my system so I can tolerate you a little more.”
He looked at the taller, brown-haired omega for a couple of seconds before a small smile started to spread across his face. Taehyung looked mildly offended, but this kind of banter was common for the two of them. After all, the two of them had grown up together, and even went to school together their entire lives. Both omegas were the same age, with Jimin being a couple of months older, although considerably smaller. They were attached at the hip since they could both remember, and no matter what kind of small disagreements they had here and there, that never stopped them from loving each other more than anything. The pair of omegas understood each other better than they understood themselves. They were soulmates. Taehyung and Jimin, Jimin and Taehyung.
“Oh Jiminie, so terribly cute.” He swooned as they both stepped up to the counter and ordered their drinks. Taehyung weighed his options for a short while before ordering one of his favorites, a too-sweet, ice-cold, almost-doesn’t-even-taste-like-coffee drink with whipped cream. He learned from Jimin that his signature caramel coffee beverage was a perfect match to his own sweet caramel scent, except the drink missed the light hints of almond that his best friend loved.
He smiled at the barista and stepped aside so the blonde omega could scoot right up the counter. He knew exactly what he wanted, as he got the same thing every time.
“Good morning, just a medium-sized dark roast. Black.” Jimin paused before he glanced over to the pastry-filled shelf. He never usually felt like having a sugary breakfast, but today something inside of him was yearning for something in particular. He adds, “Oh! And a cinnamon roll, please. I’m starving. We can share, Tae Tae.” He smiled widely at the barista and then at his best friend, pulling out some cash and paying before following the taller omega over to the end of the counter.
Taehyung was clapping his hands in a tiny and excited manner and squealing about how excited he was for their treat. Jimin was just as excited, craving a sweet breakfast before the start of their first day of classes. It was their third year in university, and there were definitely some nerves working their way up Jimin’s spine and lingering in his brain. This year was going to be a bit more difficult than the last one, as he had more difficult dance classes and longer practices at night.
He hoped he would be able to see his friends often in his classes, because wasn’t sure he would be able to much outside of school since he still needed to look for a part-time job. He only knew he had math first thing in the morning with Tae, the rest was a mystery. He decided then that when he arrived at his first class, he would send Hoseok a text asking for his schedule.
He swallowed down his nerves as his order was called, and he and Taehyung both grabbed their drinks and left the small, warm café with a ‘thank you’ called over their shoulders. The taller omega licked the whipped topping off of his drink before grabbing the cinnamon roll and taking a huge bite. Jimin just took a second to hold his coffee in both hands and brought it up to his nose, deeply inhaling the rich, bold scent. He finally took a sip and let out a deep sigh in relief. It tasted like heaven on earth.
They walked to class in comfortable silence, both enjoying their drinks and taking small bites out of their breakfast. Jimin moaned quietly as he tasted the pastry that they were sharing, admiring the sweet but buttery cinnamon flavor as he chewed. That along with his favorite coffee filled his stomach and he let out a delighted sound at the thought of it being a good start to his day.
Before too long, they were walking through the doors of their university and pitching the wrappers from their food. Taehyung had finished his drink and Jimin still held his own warm beverage in between his hands while the other quickly looked up the room number for their first lecture. It was math, something like Algebra or Trigonometry, which wasn’t too exciting. However, Jimin knew it would be a breeze considering he had a natural understanding of the subjects and could manage top marks in the class without a ton of effort.
Taehyung always joked around with him that he could major in math since he was so good at it, but Jimin always laughed and shook his head at the thought. He definitely did not want to make a career out of it. His passion was in dancing and performing, and always had been, just like Taehyung’s passions were in art and history.
Besides, Jimin felt like the type of people to major in math were most likely boring and lacked any kind of creative drive.
He scrunched his nose up at the thought, following closely next to his best friend as he led them to the lecture room. They walked in and Jimin noticed that it was a smaller room instead of a large lecture hall. He sighed in relief knowing he wouldn’t have to strain to hear or see no matter where they sat, since he had left his glasses at home that morning. He looked around and realized that not many people have arrived yet, and there was no sign of a professor.
To his surprise, Taehyung plopped down in a seat right in the front row, motioning for him to sit beside him. Jimin just raised an eyebrow at him.
“Really? My Taehyungie wants to sit in the very first row? I thought you hated math.” The blond boy said as he pulled his bag off and set it next to him.
“Yeah yeah, but I want to do well in this class for my GPA. There is no way I will pay attention if I sit in the back.” He uttered before crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair, blowing a piece of hair that had fallen onto his forehead. The brunette boy turned his head slightly and looked at Jimin before smirking, “And who knows, I’ve heard that some professors take more of a liking to the students who sit near the front. Maybe they will have mercy on me if I smile a lot”. Taehyung finished with a wide, boxy grin. Jimin just snickered and pulled out a notebook before taking another sip of his coffee.
“I think that’s a myth, but I guess we will see.”
Jimin smiled and ran a hand through his hair before relaxing into his chair. He noticed that more students were flowing in through the doors, and before it was too late he quickly pulled out his phone and sent a few texts to Hoseok.
Me: hey hyung!
what does your schedule look like this semester?
I really hope I get to see you…I miss you :(
A response came shortly after.
hobi-hyung!!: Jiminie-ah! I’ve missed you like crazy
let me send a picture of it!!
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let me know what we have together, I’ll check after class
love youuu!~~
Jimin smiled down at his phone, appreciating the energy his friend always seemed to have. Hoseok was his dance partner in crime, and they usually had some classes together because they were both majoring in the subject. They also practiced a lot together and became close through school. Jimin felt very lucky, as Hoseok was a very talented, bright, and caring beta who was always the one to lend a helping hand to his younger brothers whenever they needed it.
He has even offered to help with his previous heats, and although Jimin would have felt very comfortable with someone like Hoseok by his side, that spot was reserved for his best friend. It was a very tiring and vulnerable time for an omega, and growing up with Taehyung, they only had each other.
While nothing sexual happened between the two, they always kept each other company and helped the other to bathe, eat, and stay hydrated until their heat was over. The blond was also very used to his friend's scent, although it did become a little too sweet during those times. He thought Hoseok’s bright citrus and floral scent might be too much for him, but he was still a wonderful friend.
Jimin sent another quick text in affirmation and an 'I love you' to his friend before he slid his phone in his pocket and looked back towards the front of the room. The clock on the wall read that class started in 20 minutes. They must have arrived way too early today.
As more students filtered into the room, Jimin caught a whiff of his coffee and sighed at how heavenly and delicious it smelled. He leaned forward and picked up the cup to take a sip only to realize the cup was empty. That’s strange…I’m smelling the ghost of my coffee now? Maybe I need another one-
Just then, Jimin looked up towards the front of the room at a new figure leaning against the large podium, and he stilled. His eyes widened slightly, and his breath caught in his throat as he openly gawked at the new presence in the room. The man was unbelievably handsome, and Jimin was in awe. He allowed his eyes to roam over the man’s figure. He was tall, well-built, and clearly an alpha. Jimin could make out his muscle tone through the layer of his white button-up shirt that was well-fitted and tucked into some very flattering black slacks. His thighs looked strong and his broad chest tapered into his thin waist. The omega glanced back up and noticed his big brown eyes scanning the papers he was holding in his hands.
Oh God, his hands. Jimin’s brain short-circuited for a moment and he let out a small whimper as he watched the man flick through the papers before setting them down on the podium and stepping around it to stand at the front. Jimin caught the slight shimmer of the watch on his wrist as he swept his hand through his dark brown hair and cleared his throat. The alpha looked young, almost like he could be a student, or even a student teacher, but there was this confident and authoritative aura about him that hinted he was a little older. The blonde boy squirmed in his seat and could not for a second take his gaze away from whoever this was. His omega didn’t want him to stop looking either, and he could tell by the way it stirred inside of him. The wolf inside of him was just as interested in this beautiful alpha as Jimin was, and that was unheard of for his omega.
There was a brief second before Jimin let out the breath he was holding and took another deep inhale to catch his breath as to not start panting in front of an entire room of his peers and his best friend next to him. It was then that he caught a whiff of the same rich coffee aroma, with a little hint of something else added in. His eyes widened again as he realized that the alpha standing at the front of the room was the source of the delicious scent.
I am so fucked, Jimin thought to himself.
The man checked the clock and cleared his throat again before speaking.
“Good morning everyone.” His voice is like music- “My name is Jeon Jungkook. You may call me Professor Jeon, or simply, Professor.”
Yeah, definitely fucked.