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Deep breath. Skip, two steps, half turn- don’t forget to dip the arm…there you go. Now grab his hand- tighten your grip so you don’t lose connection, Jimin. Here it comes- don’t twist your shoulder again… perfect.

  His teeth nipped his lip hard enough to break skin, dragging it into his mouth to soothe the pain. The eyes on him didn’t matter- they were learning not scrutinizing. Dance was his comfort place. It was the one thing he knew he could do confidently and brush off the whispers around him.

He was primo ballerino in university for a reason.

  His partner gripped his thigh, a hand wrapping around his chest as he picked him up. Muscles in his shoulders and neck tensed to an ungodly position, feeling as if they could snap any minute. But Jimin was never one to stop in the middle of a performance.  

When the music slowed and he was placed back on his feet, his arms reached up, flicking his wrists once-twice- and then he was bowing. The applause rippled through the small practice room and if he closed his eyes he could imagine the stage again. He could imagine the lights burning into his skin.  

That part of his story was over now, but he would find his way back. He always did.

“Yun-seo, you will be dancing the part that Soobin just performed.” His finger waved at his partner, eyes lingering on the groups of students before him. “Minsun. You will be Yun-seo’s partner and be performing my part. The lift is intermediate level, so you shouldn’t have problems executing it.”  

The student’s eyes were wide, glimmering in the studio lights with excitement. The others were seated with legs crossed and leaning forward to catch what Jimin was telling the pair that were picked for the duet.  

Jimin had been the instructor of this class for years. Ever since he graduated university, he’d been here day and night teaching children of all ages the one thing that saved him. Dance.

He grew up in a home where he was free to do whatever he liked. Wealthy and with parents that were barely there, he’d experimented with things that only brought him temporary happiness. Never a true passion that he cared strongly about. That was, until he found dance.

It started out with hip hop— dancing with his friend Hoseok in the studios at the upscale middle school his parents pushed him to attend. There he experimented with all types of dance styles— hip hop, modern, contemporary. But when he found ballet, that’s when he felt he truly found himself.

 He’d begged his parents to let him attend the school of arts in Seoul for high school, where he met his best friend, and soul mate, Kim Taehyung.

Dance and Kim Taehyung, the two things that saved him and held him together.

Though Taehyung would argue Jimin was the one that helped him, it was really the other way around.

“Seongsangnim, how should I hold her wrist so that I don’t twist her shoulder?"  

Blinking out of his stupor, he rushed to help his students. While his parents wished he’d have picked a different career, standing there watching the passion burn bright in his students’ eyes just like it did in his was all he ever wanted.

He was a carefree soul with only the wind as his guide.

“Thanks for inviting me to help teach this class, Jimin-ssi.”  

Soobin leaned against the wall next to him as they observed the sight. His shoulder knocked into his, the beta throwing him slightly off balance. A surprise laugh bubbled from Jimin’s lips as he righted himself.  

“To be honest, it was either you or Hangeul and I can’t stand his scent.”

“Ah,” the beta nodded his head, arms crossed. “So, you cheated and picked the beta with no scent.”  

“Oh, come on,” Jimin laughed and punched Soobin’s shoulder. “Would you like to be drowned in that god awful wet dog scent?”  

Soobin hunched over in a laugh, loud and tumbling out of his mouth at the way Jimin’s face scrunched up and covered his nose with his hand.

“I can only imagine what it smells like to his future mate. Who smells his scent and thinks ‘yeah I’d mate that alpha right now’?”

“The world is full of omegas and betas- even some alphas- that would go crazy for a man that smelled like wet dog.”

With a shake of his head, he pushed off the wall. “Well, it’s not me. He can stay far away from me on the other side of the building. I don’t want my studio being filled with that putrid scent.”

He clapped his hands together, dawning the infamous smile that had the students warming up to him as soon as they met him. Flitting his eyes towards the clock he announced that it was time for a small break before working on the group piece.

He watched as the room cleared, students grabbing water bottles and opting to sit in the hallway. They knew during breaks Jimin used the studio to practice his own pieces. They were mainly dances conjured up in his own mind, things he put together on a whim and kept locked away for only him to see.  

“Do you mind if I watch?”

Placing his hands on his knees, he twisted his back, popping the joints and then took his chin in his hands to do the same. He looked over at the beta that stood by the sound system and shook his head.

“Not as long as you hit play for me.”

At the first sound of the music he threw himself to the floor, catching himself on his hands and knee going down to break the fall. Back twisting as he rolled, he placed a foot beneath him to launch himself back up.

It was freeing–to dance.  

He had complete control over his muscles; they obeyed his every command. In a world where his status–subgender and riches–determined how he should be portrayed, dance was an escape where he could be exactly who he wanted to be.

Arms reached out, his chest following the movements before his legs were moving the opposite way, pulling the rest of his body in tow. His feet came together, his head bowed, and shoulder curling in as the music slowed to a low thrum of a violin.

And then he was dancing across the floor, throwing out his inhibitions and opening his chest up to the world. It was a feeling he only got when he was truly in tune with himself.

His chest heaved when the song was over. The burn that he loved too much was trailing through his muscles, washing over him in a heat that was comforting.

“New choreography?”

Jimin nodded. “I’ve been mulling over it for days. Just wanted to get it out and see how it looked.”

“I don’t know how you do that.”

Standing up, Jimin dusted his legs and reached for his water bottle. “Do what?”

He thanked the beta when he threw him his water bottle, tilting his head back and opening his mouth.

“Create such dynamic pieces in your head and then execute them without any practice. It’s admiring to see how passionate you are.”

With a shrug and a shy smile, he wiped his face to rid himself of the sweat he collected before taking a look at the clock. It was almost time to resume the lesson.  

“I’ve never been a plan it out type of person unless I’m teaching my students. When I dance I like to do as I please. Most of the time that means having a concept in my mind and figuring out the right steps while I’m dancing. It makes me feel… liberated .”  

Soobin stood up just as the students started filing back into the room. He patted Jimin’s shoulder. “Keep thinking of dance that way. Because the day you stop that mindset is the day you start to hate it.”

***    

“That alpha isn’t giving you anymore trouble at work, is he?”

“Which one? Choi Yeonjun or Choi Beomgyu?”

“There’s two of them?”

Taehyung threw his head against the booth, lolling it side to side with his eyes pinched shut. A groan sounded between them, resulting in a roll of Jimin’s eyes before he was kicking Taehyung’s leg underneath the table.

“There should be more than two of them drooling over me but sadly, yes, there are only two.”

Jimin sat up in his seat, arms crossed on the table and eyes staring amused at his friend. “You complain about them ‘harassing’ you all the time, yet you sound disappointed there aren’t more alpha’s falling at your feet.”

“‘m the most beautiful omega any alpha could ask for. I should have hundreds falling at my feet. It’s a shame there aren’t.” When Jimin looked at him with raised eyebrows, Taehyung leaned forward and mimicked Jimin’s position on the table. “I like the attention they give me. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. They are both constantly supplying me with an ego boost. And we all know how I love for my ego to be boosted. But, I don’t know…I’m kind of conflicted on how to feel.”  

“Then maybe you should go out with them. Not at once– I mean unless you want to, I wouldn’t shame you for having two alphas– but, maybe, trying dating again.”

“Why don’t you try dating?”

Jimin leaned back. His hands nervously went to pick at the straw in his cup, twirling it around and mixing his drink. “We’re talking about you right now."  

“Jimin,” Taehyung groaned. He reached his hands across the table to grab Jimin’s arms. “You are constantly trying to get me to go out and find somebody but you haven’t dated in years. I think the last date you went on was in your first year of university… five years ago.”  

Jimin scoffed. “That wasn’t the last date I’d been on. I went out with Jiwoo two years ago.”

“Okay. When’s the last time you had sex?”

A heat curled up Jimin’s neck, sticking itself to his skin as he looked away. He couldn’t look his friend in the eyes, not as he thought back to that night with Jun-

“Oh, so it hasn’t been that long, then. Who is he? Do I know him?”

Oh boy do you.

Jimin cupped his hands around his mouth, trying to hide the smile that tried to creep its way onto his lips. He’d never been a great liar. “No, it’s just someone I met at the club last time we went.  

“The last time we went to the club was two months ago.” Taehyung raised his eyebrows before gasping. “You’re telling me you’ve been getting dick for two months and you didn’t tell me?”

I’ve been getting it for a lot longer than that…

  “Tae,” Jimin groaned at how loud his friend was. He looked around, ducking his head when more than a couple of people gazed at him. “Would you stop being so loud?”

  “Will you start telling me when you're getting dick?”

  “Absolutely not.”

  “So who is it?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he plucked a dumpling from the plate in front of them. “I can keep a secret.”

  “No, you can’t. Remember the time I asked you not to tell Hoseok hyung that I found out Yoongi liked him? Not even an hour later you called him because you were ‘going to burst into flames.’”

  “Spontaneous combustion is a real thing.”

  “Yes, but not with people,” Jimin shook his head. “I didn’t hear the end of it from Yoongi hyung after that. Still to this day he’s upset about it, and they’ve been together for three years.”

  Taehyung grinned. He shrugged his shoulders and leaned back into the booth. “Really, he should be thanking me. I’m the reason they’re together.”

  “You’re unbelievable.”

  “So enough about me,” Jimin rolled his eyes at the way Taehyung clasped his hands on the table. “It’s time to tell me who the mystery guy is. And how come I never smell him on you?”

  “We have a no scenting rule. Saves us from being… caught.”

  His nose scrunches up as flashes of rendezvous nights pass through his mind. The way his body molded with the alpha’s, bending to the commands that hung in the air. His scent that swirled around him made his head light and eyes unfocused. The hands that gripped him, pulling him closer and closer until there was no more room between them.

  He could still hear the breathless pants of the alpha in his ear. Could feel the lips ghosting over his neck, always avoiding the one spot that would make him lose his mind. Or the tongue that dipped into his collarbones and trailed down his chest.

He couldn’t get him off his mind. Even with his brother, and Jimin’s best friend, sitting in front of him. 

“I’m impressed by the measures you’re taking to keep this guy a mystery.”

Jimin shook his head, breaking the chain of dirty thoughts that took over his mind. Taehyung sat oblivious before him–chin tucked to his shoulder and eyes wandering the table in thought. 

He was relieved that he’d kept his sex life under wraps thus far. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know how Taehyung would react when he found out his best friend was fucking his brother. 

And had been for nearly a year. 

“There’s no need for everyone to know who I’m sharing a bed with,” if we ever even made it to the bed. “Especially since everyone would push me to court the alpha or vice versa.” 

“The only people that would try to push you to court the alpha you’re fucking are your parents. And you barely talk to them as it is, so how would they find out?”

“By that loud mouth of yours.” 

Taehyung rolled his eyes. His shoulders lifted in a shrug and leaned forward to take the last dumpling within his chopsticks. “Whatever. I guess if you don’t want to tell your soulmate, who you tell everything to, then I will respect that.” 

Chuckling, Jimin reached forward and plucked the dumpling from Taehyung and plopped it into his own mouth. “Thank you.” 

"Okay, rude.” Taehyung glared at Jimin, kicking his leg lightly under the table. “I forgot to mention earlier, but Jungkook is coming over when we get home to help me set up the new entertainment center I bought.”

Jimin choked. The dumpling he’d just put in his mouth got caught in the back of his throat, causing him to cough violently. “He’s what?”

“He’s coming over. Come on Jimin, I know you two can’t stand each other but he really is a nice guy.”

“I don’t doubt that, Tae. And it’s not like I hate him. We just… sometimes don’t get along.” He hates the way he cringes. His eyes cast down and he holds his breath to keep his scent from exposing him. Such a fickle thing that could give Jimin away. 

“Well just try, okay? I’d like to be able to hang out with my brother and my best friend at least once without you two going for each other's throats.”

Oh we go for each other’s throats in more ways than one.

“I’ll try. For you, I’ll try.”

Taehyung beamed a bright smile at him. He patted his hand over the table before moving to slide out of the booth. “Alright, now let's go. I want to get everything together before my favorite drama comes on.”

With one last deep breath, Jimin trails behind Taehyung and tries to quiet the omega that whines deep within him.

***

People have a fascination with things they can’t have. Maybe it’s the rush it provides. The dopamine that bolts straight to the head provides the tiniest bit of motivation to keep going. It makes you want to keep searching for it, like dipping your hand in the cookie jar over and over again.  

All to satisfy a craving.  

And that’s what Jeon Jungkook was to Jimin. An itch he needed to scratch. Something to get out of his system. But once it was out, he couldn’t stop thinking about the next time he could feel that rush again.  

He was a habit. Learned over the years and never ending. Once you’d had a bite, he left you coming back for more.

It rattled Jimin to his core.

Jungkook was arrogant, a blueprint for a typical alpha in Jimin’s eyes. When he walked into a room, all eyes turned to him. He thrived under the audience. Probably even imagined himself on stage, blinding lights shining down on him. He was the only one on top, not a fear that anyone could usurp him. 

That’s what being raised with the world at his fingertips did to him. It shaped him into the insolent alpha that Jimin believed him to be.

  Trying to escape him was like running on a hamster wheel– there was no end. He tried, though he never truly could. Not with Jungkook being his best friend’s brother. They’d been around each other since Jimin was fifteen, right when he met Taehyung. 

It was bad enough that they’d started their fuck buddies arrangement within Jimin and Taehyung’s shared apartment. But to make matters worse, Taehyung decided to give a key to their apartment to his brother. For him to “come and go as he sees fit.”

It was Jimin’s own personal hell. 

“Jimin-ah.” There was the man of the hour, standing by his front door, said keys in hand. Jungkook’s fingers jiggled them as he placed them in the bowl in the hallway, the sound becoming a trigger for Jimin to hide.

But did he really want to hide?

Jungkook tugged off his jacket, tossing it to Jimin as he slipped off his shoes. “Take care of that, would you?”

“I’m not your butler, Jungkook.” He thrusted the jacket back into Jungkook’s chest, just slightly jostling the alpha. It made a small smile appear on his lips, though he quickly schooled it and scoffed. “And take off your fucking shoes, you dog.”

The older man chuckled and grabbed the jacket from where Jimin had it shoved into his chest. His hands gripped Jimin’s, removing his fingers from the material and giving them a squeeze as he turned to hang it up himself.  

“I thought you would’ve been house broken by now.”

Jimin gritted his teeth. A snarl tried to work its way up his throat, a common reaction he had to Jungkook’s remarks. It was still bewildering to him how he’d manage to get himself into a situation where he was fucking the very man that made his blood boil with anger.

Swallowing down the growl, he walked away from the alpha. His pheromones were now stinking up the apartment. Waves of obsidian crashed into him as the scent proudly rolled off Jungkook. Jimin’s own scent was dampened now, the sweet scent of chamomile fading into nothing.

“I thought you would’ve been dumped on the streets like the mutt you are by now. I guess we were both wrong.”

Jungkook glared at him. Eyes bore into the back of his head as he walked away. From the corner of his eye, Jimin could see Jungkook’s tongue poking the inside of his cheek. Jimin smiled. He hit a nerve.

“Where’s my brother?”

“In his room.” Taking a seat on the couch, he watched as the alpha walked towards him. Arms crossed over his chest, making the material stretch across his shoulders and biceps. Jimin didn’t stop himself when his eyes began wondering, no longer gauging the reaction he was receiving from the alpha. He’d relinquished his embarrassment a long time ago. “He’s been waiting on you.”

“Oh yeah? Have you also been waiting on me?” The smirk on his lips told Jimin that Jungkook was in the mood to tease. The heat from his stare went straight to his own stomach, settling there and simmering until he was adjusting uncomfortably on the couch. 

“To build our entertainment center, yes. Waiting for you personally? No, I could keep waiting. Or preferably, not at all.”

Jungkook walked towards him even more. The infuriating smirk still played on his lips when he reached the couch. The shoes he never took off hit the edge of the couch and then he leaned down. With him this close, Jimin’s nose twitched as the scent surrounded him.

As he was within reach, Jungkook moved a hand out and brushed his chin with his fingers. He held them there, adding pressure behind the grip as his thumb hooked on his lip, pulling it down before releasing it. He saw the alpha’s eyes track the movement as he reached up and did it again. And then his eyes stayed there, trained on his lips.   

An icy heat crept down Jimin’s neck, covering his whole body. He subconsciously leaned forward, into the hands that gripped him, searching for more. His tongue darted out, playing with the alpha as it ran over the tip of the thumb that tried to slip into his mouth. He nipped at it.

A low growl formed in the alpha’s throat. Rippling in his ear and sending shivers down his spine. The pressure on his lips left and then suddenly his chin was being held in a firm grip, fingers splaying across his neck. He had no choice but to follow the fingers that gripped him, head tilted back and chin up to the ceiling. 

When his eyes met those of the alpha, he glared and locked his jaw.

“Always so pliant for me. Aren’t you, little omega?”

Heat bloomed within Jimin. Coiled in his stomach as he mulled over the words of the older. His omega whined as the alpha scraped his nails over the delicate skin of his neck. One caught the edge of his scent gland, a moan pushing past his lips and his legs clenching shut.

“You’re ready for me to take you right here. Right where my brother could walk in and find us, aren’t you?” His lips were next to his ear. The puffs of breath that hit it had goosebumps rising on Jimin’s skin, always so reactive to Jungkook. 

“I’m ready for you to build the stand for Taehyung and leave.”

Jungkook tutted. His tongue clicked the roof of his mouth before darting out to lick at the shell of his ear. “Good boys get rewards, Jimin-ah. Bad boys get punished.” 

Just as Jimin leant forward, longing for the touch of the alpha before him, he heard Taehyung’s door open from down the hall.

“Jimin-ah! Is Jungkook here yet?”

Pushing himself away, he scrambled to the other side of the couch. Jungkook watched him amused, tongue darting out to lick over his lips. With one last glare, Jimin curled into the opposite side of the couch just as his friend walked in. 

“Oh, you are,” Taehyung tilted his head, confusion morphing into a smile. “Well, let's get to work. And by lets I mean you, Jungkook. Us omegas are just going to sit here and look pretty.” 

“Mhm, sit and look pretty.” His eyes glanced at Jimin, an inconspicuous smile. “Sounds like a plan. Do you have the tool set I gave you?”

Jimin blew out a breath as the two brothers walked off together. His omega was purring, sated from the attention it received from the alpha. Though, he willed his omega to calm down. Jimin and his omega rarely ever agreed. Especially when it came to Jungkook.

He wanted to be free of the alpha and used any excuse not to be around him. But his omega pulled him towards Jungkook. Whining and tightening his chest when they were within the same hundred feet. 

It was infuriating. 

They were complete opposites. Even though he grew up very similar– with wealthy families and more privileges than most– they were worlds apart. The two were always at each other’s throats. They had been that way ever since Jimin met him. 

Jimin would describe himself as optimistic about life, seeing the good in everyone. But that trait seemed to have passed over Jungkook the moment he met him. 

He was the complete opposite of Jungkook. Sweet and charming omega that couldn’t care less about what money could buy and more about the experience of life itself. 

But to Jungkook, life was about the money in your pocket and the status you held. 

It was infuriating–the way he held himself on a pedestal.  It was a factor that would discourage anybody from getting involved with the self-indulgent alpha. But it seemed that Jimin was the exception.

“Why are you even wearing a button up?” 

Jimin peeked up from his phone to find the brothers standing before him in the living room. Taehyung sat there, staring at Jungkook with an exasperated expression as the older unbuttoned the white shirt he was wearing. 

Jimin tried to hide the way his eyes widened and the way his thighs clenched together once again. But he knew he’d been caught when Jungkook looked over Taehyung’s shoulder right at him, slowly slipping the shirt off his shoulders and leaving his torso bare. 

“I came straight from work to help you, Tae. And I can’t build a whole entertainment center in my work clothes.”

“Then maybe you should’ve gone home to change instead of stripping in our living room.” Jimin couldn’t stop the words from leaving his lips. Couldn’t even stop his eyes from roaming the naked torso of the man before him, not even with his best friend looking back at him. 

When his eyes caught sight of the bite mark he’d left on Jungkook from their last night together, he blushed and looked away.

“Look! You’re making Jimin uncomfortable! I’m going to get you a shirt to put on.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook ripped open the box with his hands. The muscles in his arms bulged, veins rippling as he tore it open. “I assure you, little brother. I am not making Jimin uncomfortable.”   

Taehyung turned towards him. Hands on his hips and eyebrows lifted. For a split second, Jimin feared they’d been caught. The expression on his friend’s face had fear running through him and he was ready to get up and run away. 

“Is he making you uncomfortable? I can make him put on a shirt.”

Though Jimin knew he should say yes, make him put clothes back on. He shook his head, a soft “no” coming out instead. Because who was he trying to fool? He wanted to see Jungkook like this, half naked in his apartment and building a center bigger than himself. Grunting as he lifted pieces or hammered nails into the right spots. 

That’s a sight he wants to see. 

Taehyung held a piece of wood up for Jungkook, looking impatiently around as his brother looked for the nails the instructions called for. Jimin knew Taehyung just planned to throw the work off onto Jungkook and hide himself in his room. It’s what he normally did. 

So he wasn’t surprised when a large gasp left Taehyung’s lips and he was suddenly talking about work he’d forgotten to send to his boss. “I’m sorry Jungkookie, but can’t Jimin help you? I have to send this in before midnight.”

The alpha grunted. He didn’t even look up as he muttered a “whatever,” eyes still trained on the work before him. 

“Jiminie,” The sweet voice that Taehyung used when he was trying to get his way rang out around the room. Looking up, Jimin glanced at him quizzically prompting Taehyung to smile. “Would you mind coming to hold this for Jungkookie?” He wiggled the board he was holding, jostling it from the alpha’s grip as he tried to twist in a screw. 

Sighing, he pushed himself off the couch. “Sure.”

A wet kiss landed on his cheek once he was next to his friend. He grimaced, the other  omega saying his thanks then practically running away from the two. Leaving them alone in the living room.  

Being alone with Jeon Jungkook was always his downfall. 

“Jungkook.”

A distracted hum came from his chest, eyes unmoving. His attention stayed on the work he was completing, and Jimin huffed. 

“Jungkook-ah.”

His favorite thing to do was be a brat around the other. He denied it within himself. Told himself that he didn’t even like the attention of the alpha. But another part of his brain told him he did it just to have the alpha’s eyes on him. 

Because he loved it when all Jungkook could look at was him. 

Eyes always on him as large hands roamed his skin, pressing in all the right spots to make him unwind. Going pliant in his hold when the right words whispered in his ear. The lips that bruised his neck, nipping and sucking on the skin but narrowly avoiding his scent gland. It was muscle memory by now. To be able to feel him even when they were apart.  

Other nights he couldn’t stand being under the attention of the alpha. But tonight was not one of those nights. 

“Alpha.”

  Jimin knew what he was doing. The single word flowing off his lips had the muscles in Jungkook’s back tensing. His scent spiked, flowing around them, making Jimin dizzy. But it brought the curve of a smile to his lips because now he could tell he was on the alpha’s mind. 

“What do you want?’

Jimin huffed. He rested his chin on the wood he was holding and glanced down at Jungkook. “Why won’t you look at me?”

“Because you are just being a needy omega and I am trying to build your god damn entertainment center.” 

“‘m not needy,” The pout that previously settled on his lips deepened. “I was just trying to make conversation.”

An exasperated sigh left Jungkook's lips and he looked up sharply. “Fine. What?”

A sweet smile settled on Jimin’s lips, his eyes crinkling just the way he knew the alpha loved. “Did you know that many oranges are actually green?”

“For fucks sake.” It happened so fast. The way he stood up, whirling Jimin away and sliding the piece of wood from him. In a flurry of movement his back hit the wall, head following, and eyes spinning as the grip on his arms tightened and the alpha was in his space. “Got you so worked up earlier that you couldn’t stand it, huh?”

“I don’t… I’m not…” He gulped. His head was still dizzy from Jungkook’s scent and how fast he’d been turned around. He stared up at Jungkook with wide eyes. He didn’t even know what he’d been trying to achieve. Just knew he didn’t like standing there without the alpha’s eyes on him. 

“Couldn’t wait long enough for me to finish?” Jungkook’s hands moved from his arms to his stomach, trailing down to the waist of his jeans before trailing back up again. Jimin’s breathing picked up, scent spiking at the hands that ghosted over his skin. And then his eyes landed on the naked chest before him. Before he could stop himself, his hands were already reaching out, fingernails scraping the skin.

The tips of his fingers grazed Jungkook’s nipples, a lopsided smile forming when he flicked them causing the alpha to inhale sharply. 

“Remember what I said earlier? Bad boys get punished. Do you want to be punished, Jimin-ah?”

He felt his head shake but what wanted to come out of his mouth was, “yes.” He knew he was toeing the edge of Jungkook’s patience. But he felt a need to step over the line, rile up the alpha. 

“By the looks of it, you don’t seem to know what you’re asking for.” His hands moved to his back, slowly sliding down the white t-shirt he was wearing. Jimin arched off the wall as he pressed himself more into Jungkook, hands trying to find purchase on his chest. And then the large hands on him were gripping his ass. Squeezing so tight it was almost painful. He should be pushing him away, complaining that they were being too much, taking things too far with his brother just down the hall. But a low moan betrayed Jimin and his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Do you want a reward, Omega?”

Jimin couldn’t recognize himself, not by how fast he nodded his head. Being alone with Jungkook always brought out the neediness of his omega. But when his omega was not in control, it was like a flip had switched and Jimin couldn’t stand being in the same room as him. 

“Then let me finish what I’m doing and stand there like a good boy, okay?”

 A whine of frustration slipped from his throat. 

Jungkook surged forward, his lips just centimeters away from Jimin’s ear when he let out a growl from deep within his chest. The sound made Jimin freeze, hands still on Jungkook’s chest and eyes opened wide at the call of Jungkook’s alpha. “I said be a good boy, okay Omega?”

“Okay, Alpha.”

When the weight of Jungkook’s body lifted, he took a deep breath. His senses were clogged with his scent, clinging to him even as he watched him walk away and bend back down to work. 

His hands clenched by his sides, nails digging in and creating crescents in the skin. It was funny, the way Jungkook made him feel disconnected from his body. And how he came crashing down, back into the mind and body of someone who couldn’t regulate how they felt about the alpha. 

Walking back over, he grabbed the board Jungkook had thrown to the ground, standing it up, and avoiding the other’s eyes. They stayed silent for the rest of the time. Only talking when Jungkook requested Jimin to hold something else or help him lift a piece up. 

Normally Jimin hated silence, but right now he thought it was much needed. 

“I came to check and see how my favorite boys were doing!” Taehyung’s voice sang through the room, making Jimin jump slightly and the alpha glare up at him for the disturbance. “Oh look! You’re almost done!”

The large entertainment center stood tall against the wall. It was almost complete, but missing one shelf that Jungkook was working on while Jimin held it. 

“See, I told you guys that you could do it! Thanks Jiminie for helping!” 

Rolling his neck from side to side, Jimin popped the joints and released a gentle sigh. “Yeah, of course. Exactly how I wanted to spend my Thursday afternoon after working all day and having to go in again tomorrow.”

“Oh, how was work? I forgot to ask you that earlier.”

Taehyung sat on the floor in front of them. He crossed his legs, leaning his elbows on his knees as he watched the two finish off the last piece. When Jungkook was done, he took the board from Jimin, lifting it up and putting it in the right spot. Jimin nearly clapped. It was done. 

“Work was good.” He grabbed a water bottle he’d gotten a while ago and took a sip. He felt exhausted even though Jungkook was the one who put in the most work. “Soobin and I showed them the routine for the duos. It was the one I was telling you about, to the theme of black swan.”

Taehyung perked up. “Oh! The one that fancy lift is in? Was it nice? Being in Soobin’s arms while he grabbed you like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows, making suggestive looks at him.

Jimin rolled his eyes and sat on the floor as well, stretching his legs in front of him. His eyes glanced over to Jungkook, raking down his back and taking in the way the sweat rolled down his shoulders. “Me and Soobin have been dance partners for years. I don’t think in any certain way about how he ‘grabs’ me for our routines.” 

“I’ve seen him before. He’s hot. Maybe you should go out on a date with him.”

“Who’s Soobin?” Jungkook’s voice tore his attention away from his friend. He locked eyes with Jungkook for a second. Saw the way the alpha grimaced at the name. 

“He works with me at the studio. Like I said, he’s just my dance partner.” He directed the latter part at Taehyung, making sure to accentuate the word dance. 

At that, Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Yeah well, you need to call off this secret dick appointment you have and get back into the dating world. A mystery guy with a good dick isn’t going to give you everything a mate could.”

“Oh, Jimin-ah? You have a… dick appointment?” Jimin could hear the smirk on his lips before he could see it. 

The heat that crawled up his neck was searing hot, tinting his cheeks in pink. He avoids Jungkook’s eyes, ducking his head down and throwing curses at Taehyung. The way Jungkook placed his hands on his hips, jutting them out just the tiniest bit had even more heat rising to his face. 

This could not be happening right now. 

“He sure does! I just found out about it today! He said he’s been getting it for over two months! And he didn’t even tell me.” 

He could see what Jungkook was thinking. It was exactly what he was thinking when Taehyung asked him about it earlier. They’d been doing this for way longer than two months. 

“Is it good dick then?” 

It was infuriating how hot Jungkook looked at that moment. With the knowing smirk on his lips and bare chest on display. 

“It’s fairly good, I guess. A bit small if anything.” Now it was time for him to return with his own smirk. He flitted his eyes to the alpha, glancing at him from under his eyelashes. He saw how his stance faltered but he never let it show on his face. 

What a pity. 

“Sounds like you need to find yourself a real alpha then.”

“Oh, I’m sure I could find a better alpha out there somewhere. Or maybe even a beta. Giving Soobin a chance wouldn’t be so bad.”

He could feel the heat radiating off Jungkook. The way his jaw clenched tight and his tongue ran along the front of his teeth gave him away. His eyebrow quirked and his head tilted to the side–a challenge. 

“Maybe you could once you find a real job. No alpha wants an omega that can’t put in a bit of work.”

“Jungkook!” 

Ringing started in his ears. High pitched and stinging as he stared at the alpha from the floor. His fingers clenched, wrapping into fists, digging into the skin. 

He was used to it–the comments about his chosen line of work. He’d grown up with it, coming from a wealthy family that expected him to go into business or something more ‘fruitful’. But no one could ever make Jimin fall out of love with dance. No one could ever make him feel small for choosing it as his career.  

Except for Jeon Jungkook.

“No omega wants an over demanding, overly cocky, insolent alpha either,” Jimin quipped.

“At least this over demanding, overly cocky, insolent Alpha can provide for his future mate unlike you. You were given everything to make you successful growing up and you chose this? Now all you’re good for now is to be stuffed full and breed.”

It was silent. No one spoke after the words flew from Jungkook’s lips. They were all too stunned, even Jungkook himself. “Excuse me.” Jimin stood up, steady as ever and eyes cast down as he raced away from the room. 

With thimble feet he quickly made his way to his bedroom, opening the door and slamming it shut behind him. He could feel his hands shaking, body quickly following their lead. He was hot with anger but also felt that he could break down crying any moment.

He moved away from the door, pacing the floor with long strides as he willed himself to calm down. His scent had spiked, smothering the room in bitter chamomile rather than the fresh scent that he usually carried. 

He shouldn’t be surprised. This is how they always were. 

Push and pull, that was the kind of relationship they had. They would have good moments, times they could communicate and be around each other. And then they would have moments they were full of menacing words and insults. Which eventually lead to them fucking to “work it out.”

It was bound to drive them to insanity. 

Jimin stopped in his tracks when he saw his bedroom door opening. It creaked, the hinges giving away the intruder that pushed through. And then his attention fell to Jungkook as he slipped through, eyes blank and jaw working side to side. 

A growl formed in Jimin’s throat to ward the alpha away—tell him to slip right back through the door and leave him alone. He didn’t seem to heed the warning at all.

“Omega.”  

“Don’t.” Jimin rushed forward and pushed at Jungkook’s chest. He stumbled a bit. Jimin didn’t let up on his assault. “You’re an asshole! You have been your whole life. Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

Jungkook grabbed the hands that pushed him, locking them in his against his chest as he pulled the omega closer to him. “I’m sorry for riling you up back there. It just slipped.”

  Jimin tried to jerk out of the hold but the alpha had too strong of a grip on him. “ ‘It just slipped.’ That’s what you say every time! You’re not sorry. You don’t even know the definition of an apology. It has no meaning to you whatsoever! And don’t say it just slipped! You’ve thought that low of me since the first day you met me. It’s a wonder you even want to fuck me, since I’m an Omega that won’t be able to provide for my future mate!”  

“Calm down.” Jungkook leaned forward, his nose nudging the skin on his jaw as the omega tried to get away. “Omega, I said calm down.”

Just as his nose touched Jimin’s scent gland, he jerked his head back. They had a strict no scenting rule. They didn’t even go near each other’s scent glands, it was too much of a risk. That and it was too intimate for what they occupied their time doing.  

“Jungkook, stop.”

His nose left his neck, head turning down so that his lips could attach to his collar bone instead. A puff of air left Jimin’s lips as he threw his head back. He wanted to growl, to let out his frustration, but it got caught in his throat. Jungkook knew that was his favorite spot, knew he loved it when he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin there. 

It wasn’t fair. The way he knew his body better than Jimin knew it himself.

  His hands went still as lips brushed his throat, moving to bite down on the other side of his collar bone. He could feel the tension leaving his body as he was surrounded by Jungkook’s calming pheromones. He fought it, he tried, but then when the lips fully touched his skin, biting down to give him just a hint of pain, he went pliant in the alpha’s hold. 

  “Now isn’t that better, hmm?” Jungkook continued his ministrations, tongue lathing the skin in a layer of saliva as it drug from his collar bone down to his chest, as far as he could reach.  

  Jimin gripped the alpha’s shoulders. He pulled himself closer as lips continued to nip at the skin of his neck, trailing up and kissing his jaw. His annoyance was still there, swirling around in his mind. Although now it was taking a backseat.

“This isn’t fair.”

Jungkook hummed. His face was nuzzled in Jimin’s neck, still pressing light kisses to his shoulders that were covered by his t-shirt.

“You can’t do this every time you’re in trouble. Why can’t you just own up to your arrogance? Is this how you get out of shit at work?” Despite Jimin’s words, his hands made their way to Jungkook’s hair. He pulled on the strands, just how he knew the alpha liked it, twisting it around his fingers so that they were locked. The end result was satisfying–a growl emitted from the older’s throat.  

“You seem to enjoy it each time it happens. You get off on our fights, don’t you omega? They rile you up so much you don’t know how to contain yourself. You enjoy the way we fuck afterwards.”

  The words rang through his ears. And Jimin thought he was messed up in the head, because Jungkook was right. He did enjoy the way they got off on each other. Their dynamic was strange–constant fighting and annoying the other–but the sex that came after was amazing. They couldn’t even be defined as friends with benefits. 

More…enemies with benefits.

Jimin thought it was immensely hot–the way Jungkook would aggressively pick him up and throw him around. Their hatred of each other fueled their desires to the point that they would sneak off and satisfy their needs right then and there, wherever they were. 

It was a craving. A habit.

And he didn’t know how to break it.

“Oh god…” a moan slipped past his lips when Jungkook placed a hand over his clothed cock.  

“Answer me.” His teeth tugged at Jimin’s ear, pulling the lobe into his mouth. His tongue swirled, dipping into the shell of his ear and then nipping at it with his teeth. 

All of Jimin’s fight left him. “Yes, yes, yes. I do.”

Jungkook pressed his hand down, adding pressure but never giving him the friction he craved. It caused a whine to leave Jimin’s lips, his omega reaching out to take over. His hips bucked up, trying to get the hand gripping him to move. Jungkook indulged him for a moment. Moving his hand in time with the small thrusts from the omega, pulling whispered pants from his lips.  

Jimin could feel the slick dripping out of him. The scent permeated the air and for a second he worried about Taehyung just down the hall. But he didn’t have time to entertain those thoughts as he was pushed back towards his bed and flipped over.

“Alpha,” he gasped. 

Hands slid up his back, pushing him lower until his chest met the cool material of his silk sheets. His cheek pressed into them as Jungkook’s hand gripped the back of his head, smothering it until the white sheets were all he could see. 

He arched his back, longing for contact with the alpha that lent over him. He nearly moaned when he found it. The feeling of the alpha’s erection pressing into his ass sent him spiraling further, his omega reaching up to take over.

Though it was fleeting, because soon after Jungkook was standing back up and away from him.

“What do you want?”

Jimin whined. Loud from his chest as his eyes rolled back into his head. He thought it was pretty clear. Wordlessly, he pushed his ass back but was stopped when hands gripped his waist hard enough to leave marks.

“Use your words.”

  Jimin ached. His mind was a mess of thoughts. It chanted Jungkook’s name with desire, asking to be unraveled by his hands. But at the same time he was repulsed by how willingly he bowed down to the alpha. It made him just as needy as Jungkook said.  

“You, Alpha. Want you.”

  Jungkook leaned over him, chest to back. Thumbs massaged deep into his skin as he dropped a kiss on the back of his neck. They were teasing, feather light as he began trailing them down, over his shirt. 

  He was dizzy with desire, pulse quickening and scent filling the space while the alpha continued to tease. His omega keened as the alpha lifted his shirt, hands running over the expanse of his back all the way to his shoulders. 

“Need you. Please, need you.” Slick poured out of him, soaking the material of his pants at an alarming rate. His omega was always so willing, needy for attention all the time.

  “You can have me.”

 C ontrary to those words, the pressure on his back relinquished. The hands on his waist lifted and Jimin had to suppress a whine at the loss. He nearly sat up, wanting to look behind him at where the alpha went, before he felt hands tugging at his pants.

  “You’re always so wet for me. So responsive.” Jungkook shuffled behind him, dragging his pants and underwear off in one go. 

  Jimin gasped, jerking forward as a finger circled around his rim. It teased the ring of muscles, flattening out and dipping in just the slightest bit before pulling back out. His eyes slipped shut on their own accord, whining when Jungkook gathered his slick and drug it up his crack.   

Moans filled the room, sharp inhales coming from the omega when the flesh of his ass was gripped tight. Fingers dug into the skin, pulling his cheeks apart so that his hole was fully exposed to the man behind him.   

Jungkook sucked a hickey on his hip, teeth nipping before pressing a trail of wet kisses down his hips. When he licked the first stripe along Jimin’s rim, tongue flat and flicking at the hole, Jimin lost himself completely.

 He cried out, burying his head into the sheets to muffle the sound. His hands gripped the sheets, pulling up with white knuckles as he tried his hardest to be quiet. But he could never be quiet with Jungkook. It was nearly impossible. 

  “You’re going to have to be quieter than that, Omega. Can’t have my brother finding out what we are up to, can we?”

  He didn’t answer, just moaned again when the alpha’s tongue laved at his hole, collecting the slick that rushed out. A sharp smack landed on his ass, jerking his body forward at the force, tingles running up his spine. He threw his head back, eyes rolling and he bit his lip to keep his whimpers at bay.

  “It’s like you want him to find us.”

  A heat ran up Jimin’s neck at the thought of being caught. It raised goosebumps on his skin, more slick leaking down his thighs. The thought of Taehyung walking in here scared him to death, but it also sent a thrill running through his veins.

  “Bit of an exhibitionist, are we?” Jungkook laughed lowly behind him. And then he was crawling up his body again, fingers coming up to his lips and pushing past them roughly. “Suck.”

  He gladly obliged. Pulling the fingers into his mouth, his tongue swirled around them. He craned his head back, moan rippling around the fingers as Jungkook gripped his hair with his other hand. 

  “Look at you. So desperate to fill both holes.” He ripped his fingers from his mouth, immediately diving his tongue back in and teasing around the rim. His fingers came up to join it, teasing the rim and then burying themselves in, past the tight ring of muscles.  

  “Alpha, more. More, more, more.”

 J ungkook hummed. The sensation sent vibrations through him, up his spine and all the way to his toes. The fingers within him curled, hitting exactly where his prostate was settled. A strangled gasp was ripped out of Jimin as Jungkook’s tongue slipped in beside his fingers, stretching him further.

  Jimin reached between his body and the sheet to grab his cock. He nearly cried as he gripped it, smoothing his hand over in a fluid motion in time with the thrust of Jungkook’s fingers. But his fun was soon over when Jungkook’s other hand reached up to bat away his hand. 

The high pitched whine that built up in his throat released at the frustration Jungkook threw him into. 

  But then the alpha’s bigger hands were taking over, jerking him off in time with the thrust of his fingers. The abuse to his prostate and the dip of his tongue sent him over the edge.  

His breath hitched as his organsm crashed into him, leaving his legs shaking and arms shooting up to grip at the sheets. A strangled cry sounded from him as he pushed back, against Jungkook’s hold and then he was cumming all over the sheets. 

  Jungkook didn’t stop. Still sucking on his rim, pulling the wave of slick from him and into his mouth. He lapped at it greedily, pulling tremored moans from Jimin as he teetered on the line of oversensitivity. 

He nearly reached back. Nearly pulled Jungkook’s hands from his body himself, but he let out a sigh of relief when Jungkook pulled away from him. 

“Feel sated enough, Omega?”

“Oh, fuck off.”

***

He should’ve seen it coming. The storm that’s been brewing from the moment he woke up. It was like lightning trapped in a bottle, sure to explode just as you're observing it with a twinkle in your eye. 

But Jimin kept his head up, searching above the clouds for a rainbow that wasn’t promised.

It started when he woke up—his alarm clock blaring right into his ear. 

Rolling over was a futile task as he got caught in the sheets, tumbling to the floor and bruising his elbow in the process. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. 

He wasn’t even thinking as he stood up and untangled himself. Didn’t think to check the time. Not even as he turned off his alarm that insistently blared into the quietness of the room. 

His mind wandered to his schedule for the day—work at eight with petites class and intermediate class, choreograph a new dance for his students, go to the store, and then head back home to cook dinner and relax. 

A typical day for him.

Had he not been running late.

“Fuck! Shit! ” The moment his eyes glanced at the clock in the kitchen, he was immediately sent into a state of panic. 

He didn’t recall a time he’d ever run faster than he was in that moment. He stumbled, sliding across the floor in his socks as he ran back to throw his night clothes off his body and dress in the first t-shirt and shorts he could find. 

He could change into his dance attire when he arrived at work. 

Thankfully he’d had half a mind to pack his dance bag the night before. It was sitting nicely at the front door, waiting for him to rush by and pick it up. Which is exactly what he did. 

Once he’d grabbed his phone and wallet and pushed his feet into the first shoes he could find, he was out the door, his bag in hand. 

He normally rode the bus to work—it was too busy to drive in the streets of Seoul and it was already overcrowded with cars. But today, he’d woken up nearly an hour late and had to settle on walking— running— to work instead. 

By the time he made it, he was already soaked with sweat. His first class began in ten minutes, only leaving him enough time to wipe down with paper towels in the bathroom and change into his dance clothes. 

“Hey, Jimin! You have a new— Jimin?” 

He could only imagine how crazed he looked when Hoseok walked into his studio. His blonde hair sticking up in various directions, his shirt askew on his body, and his belongings scattered across the floor as he dug through his bag to find his shoes. 

He probably looked feral. 

“I’m sorry I’m late. I don’t know what happened,” he rushed the words, looking back down with a frantic look. “I guess I didn’t set my alarm correctly and I woke up late and missed the bus. And it’s barely eight in the morning and I’m already a mess.” 

As Hoseok stalked closer, a concerned look took over his face. “Take a deep breath, Min. It’s okay. You know it takes a few extra minutes for everyone to get here.”

Pulling his shoes from the bag took a weight off his shoulders as the anxiety of being unprepared started to settle over him. He made quick work on putting them on, taking a deep breath just as his friend told him to do. 

He made it, that’s all that matters. He shouldn’t get too worked up over it. 

“Do you want me to grab you a coffee? I know it’s your routine to come in and make yourself a cup.”

“I don’t think I’d have time to drink it, hyung, but thank you.”

Hoseok clicked his tongue. “Nonsense. You can drink it while everyone stretches. I’ll go make you one. But first, the reason I came in here. I was going to let you know that you have a new student for the petites class. The mom is at the front. She wanted to meet you and introduce you to the little girl. So if you could…”

Jimin nodded. He jumped up from the ground, his usual bubbly energy rushing back at the prospect of a new student joining him. It was like a field day when a new student enrolled in the dance school–more particularly his classes. Integrating new students with his already seasoned students was fun for him, building activities and games for everyone to get to know each other. 

“Of course! I’m going now.” 

Walking into the waiting area of the building was hectic. Kids were running around, chasing their friends as they waited for their class to start or for their teacher to pick them up. It would’ve been hard for Jimin to spot his new pupil had it not been for the child’s mom trying to bend down and comfort the little girl hanging onto her nor for the way the child was clinging to her leg, crying silently as she looked around. 

“Hi, my name is Park Jimin. I’m the instructor for the Petites Two class.” He approached with a warm smile, his voice soft and airy so that he might not scare the child who didn’t see him approaching. 

“Look Ari, this is your new teacher.” The little girl sank lower to the ground, hiding her face behind her mother’s knee. 

Jimin bent down to smile at her, waving his hand but coming back up when he realized the little girl wouldn’t come out to talk. 

“Hi, I’m Choi Hana.” The mother of the little girl– Hana– extended her hand for Jimin to shake, which he took with both hands and dipped his head. 

“Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Choi. And pleasure to meet you Ms. Ari.” 

Mrs. Choi patted her daughter’s head with a soft smile and adoration in her eyes. And then her gaze was directed at Jimin, turning a bit more serious, something he was used to when speaking to the parents of the child. 

He was taking care of their pride and joy for an hour a day. He didn’t expect anything less than to be stared down and asked millions of questions. 

“Mr. Park, I asked to speak to you because Ari here tends to have a hard time joining new classes. She is very timid, borders on the line of having anxiety. She’s very afraid of alpha’s, female or male. So, I wanted to kindly ask if you could refrain from pairing her with any alpha’s for partner work?”

“Of course. My top priority is to create a safe and fun environment for my students to learn dance. I have many omega students in Petites Two class and a few alpha’s, but we will pair Ari with someone she feels comfortable with. No worries.” The latter part of his sentence was directed at Ari, who was peeking behind her mother’s legs with wide brown eyes. 

With a few more reassuring words from her mother, and a few comforting pheromones released by Jimin–with the permission of her mother, of course–he was able to take her hand and lead her to his classroom just in time to find Hoseok running around with the kids, screaming at the top of his lungs. 

Probably not the best environment to introduce Ari to first thing in the morning. 

“Hands on top!” 

“That means stop,” the kids chanted back. 

Hoseok gave an impressed look his way when the kids all did a jump to stop running and placed their hands on their head, just as Jimin was doing with his free hand. 

“Everyone, we have a new class member today.” 

To say that he was proud of his students for being warm and welcoming, even weeks into the class having started, would be an understatement. The first fifteen minutes of class were used as ice breaker games, where the students respectively gave Ari her space after noticing she wasn’t fond of speaking to just anyone. By the end of those fifteen minutes, everyone seemed okay, Ari was talking to other students and seemingly engaged in the lesson Jimin was teaching today. 

He was teaching the pirouette, an easy move to him but a disaster for his tiny students who were more clumsy than he was after just waking up. 

“No–Hanuel, baby. You’ve got to use your stomach muscles to keep up right. Here, try it with me.” 

He’d taken his eyes off of Ari for just five minutes the whole class time. Five minutes that his eyes were not watching her every move. But things could go horribly wrong in five minutes. 

With his hands adjusting Hanuel’s posture, he nearly jumped out of his skin at the deafening scream that sounded through the room. He spun around, tripping over his own feet as he maneuvered around the student he was helping and quickly ran towards Ari, who was crouched in a corner with Ja-Young standing near with a confused expression taking over her face. 

Ja-Young. Alpha Ja-Young. 

“Ari!” He fell to his knees next to the young girl, hands pulling her into his chest without hesitation. “You’re okay, it’s okay. Shhh… it’s Jimin. Mr. Park… you’re okay, love.”

She was shaking, trembling in his arms. The little alpha who stood close to them watched the two of them with wide eyes, lip trembling and hands coming up to pick at them. Jimin couldn’t care for both of them, not when Ari had a death grip on his neck, burying her face against the skin in search of comfort. 

So he was grateful when Hoseok burst through the door, having heard the screams coming from Ari, and came rushing to help. 

Carrying her back to her mother had Jimin trembling just as much as Ari. The little girl was still crying as he held her, snot dripping onto his shirt and small hands tugging at his neck when they arrived in the lobby. Mrs. Choi immediately stood up, concern written all over her face, making Jimin’s heart sink to the bottom of his stomach even more. 

“I’m so sorry, I had to take my eyes off of her to help another student and Ja-Young, an alpha in my class, tried to speak to her. Mrs. Choi, I am so incredibly sorry I should’ve kept a better eye on Ari today. Ja-Young meant no harm, she’s just a very social girl.”

The apologies immediately rolled off his tongue. He didn’t spare a breath, trying to make sure that Mrs. Choi understood that it was never his intention to leave Ari unattended for too long.

“Mr. Park,” Mrs. Choi’s voice brought him back from his frantic apologies. “You can’t keep your eye on Ari the whole class time with ten other students who need your attention as well. These things happen, please do not beat yourself up over this.” 

When her arms reached out to take a hold of Ari, the little girl jumped into her mother’s arms, a sob releasing from her tiny throat. Jimin’s heart broke into pieces hearing the sobs continue, feeling like he’d failed the little girl. 

“I tried to give her the best first day I could possibly provide.”

“As I said, these things happen. Especially with Ari. She’s just very sensitive.” Mrs. Choi gave him a gentle smile. “But the fact that she let you carry her out here really shows that she trusts you. Don’t worry too much. I’m sure she enjoyed every minute of your class. I won’t hear the end of it once we get home.”

That had just been the first of many events that brought Jimin closer and closer to the edge of insanity. His day had been filled with small things that set him off, making his mood drop drastically and his scent sour. 

By lunch he had already dealt with four breakdowns from children, two upset parents, and one coworker who stole his food out of the fridge in the break room. He was usually great at cheering himself up on his bad days, but today he didn’t seem to be able to do that. 

So when a text came through on his phone by a certain alpha that knew exactly how to calm him down, he jumped on the chance at a stress free afternoon. 

Jungkook 4:46 pm

Come over tonight. I bought new wine. 

Jimin 4:47 pm

Okay.

Jungkook 4:53 pm

Okay… I was expecting to have to work harder for that response, but I’ll take it. See you soon, Omega. 

And at five thirty, he clocked out of work and hailed a taxi giving the address of one Jeon Jungkook. 

***

“I wasn’t expecting you this early.” Those were the first words Jungkook spoke to him as he opened the door, arm leaning against the door frame above his head. His torso was bare, save for the dress shirt hanging off his shoulder. Unbuttoned, completely open for anyone to see underneath. 

He couldn’t help the way he surged forward, hands touching the muscles of Jungkook’s stomach, backing the alpha into his apartment. “You're the one that invited me.”

  Jungkook’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. Eyes traveling down the omega’s body as he slammed the door shut with one hand, the other landing on Jimin’s waist. Suddenly, Jimin was pushed up against the door, head hitting the wood with a firm bang. “And yet, you’re the one that eagerly rushed over. Missing me that much, Omega?”

“Never, Alpha.”

The smile that he flashed the other had a rippling growl forming in the alpha’s throat and a hand coming up to wrap around his own throat, fingers digging into his jaw. 

  This is what he craved. The push and pull. It was the reason he kept coming back.

  He rutted his hips forward, already seeking out pressure from the alpha in front of him. A wave of pent up emotions pleaded to rush out, seeking a release. And Jungkook just happened to be that for him.

“You just got here and you’re this eager? Haven’t even gotten you past the doorway…” 

The apartment was full of the alpha’s scent, putting him in a chokehold and leaving him completely at the alpha’s mercy. Jimin was choking on it. Sucking it in and holding it in his lungs while it wrapped around him and squeezed. He sputtered it out only for his mouth to open and greedily breathe it in again.

No matter what he said, it was never enough.

  His hands found their way to the alpha’s shoulders, fingers digging into the skin as he pulled himself closer. “Shut the hell up, Jungkook, and take me to your room.”

There was no reply. No need for one. The lips pressing to his neck, nipping and sucking the skin between their grasp, said everything words couldn’t. The hands on his waist traveled to his ass, gripping and squeezing the flesh. He whimpered, a moan tumbling out from his lips right after, like his mind couldn’t make up how to feel. 

Only knew that his body was burning with need.

The hands gripping him patted his ass twice and Jimin grinned at the request. He jumped straight into the awaiting arms. Nails scratching the exposed skin of his shoulder as he pushed the shirt away, needing more skin to access. 

When his cock brushed Jungkook’s hips as he settled into his arms, he linked his hands behind the alpha’s neck, pulling his lips down to his own, capturing them in a heavy kiss.  

“What’s got you so riled up?”

  He ignored the alpha. Drowning the words in a loud moan and rutting his hips down to bring Jungkook’s into his own. He opened his mouth, swiping his tongue along the Alpha’s bottom lips, a gentle bite of his teeth asking for more. 

And Jungkook was willing to give it. 

Intoxicating was the only word Jimin could describe Jungkook’s lips. He’d never tire of kissing the alpha, never tire of the teeth that nipped at his lips before they moved to graze across the skin of his collar bones. 

With another loud moan from the omega, Jungkook moved them towards the bedroom, stopping in the hallway and stumbling over his feet when Jimin tugged at his pants, a hand diving straight in.  

“Fuck,” the alpha moaned. He slammed Jimin against the wall, nearly tripping over his feet when the omega took a hold of him, a hand slamming on the wall near his head. “I haven’t even made it to the damn bedroom and you’re already trying to undress me.”

“You’re too slow.” His words came out in pants. Too far gone to care what he sounded like. He knew he was begging, his omega was too far on the edge–half in control, half not.

  “Fine,” Jungkook met his hips, rutting into Jimin’s hand and pressing it between their bodies. He hissed, curses slipping past his lips, biting down on Jimin’s shoulder to silence himself. “You’ll take me right here then, Omega. If you’re that needy…”  

A whine bubbled in his throat. He arched his back as his head pushed against the wall at the words. 

“What the–” The words were ripped from his mouth as he gasped when abruptly put down, his mind spinning as his surroundings blurred around him when he was forcefully placed against the wall, face hitting it and hands coming up to support his weight. 

  “Is this what you wanted?” He heard the pop of his button, the pull of the zipper as Jungkook undid his slacks. Subconsciously he stuck his ass out at the sound, another whine tumbling into the air around them. “Wanted me to take you against the wall just like this?”

Lips traveled down the nape of this neck. Ghosting just above the skin, goosebumps rising in their wake. They hovered, never truly pressing down. Never attached to the skin that Jimin desperately wanted them to roam.

His nails dug into the wall, legs beginning to buckle beneath him. He felt the first wave of slick rush out of him. Painting the air with the sweet smell of chamomile and mixing with the obsidian rolling off the alpha’s body at an alarming rate. 

By now Jimin should be undressed, thrown onto the bed or bent over the couch with the alpha behind him, plunging into him without mercy. He was taking too long. 

Being too slow.

Pushing off the wall, he threw his body back, colliding with the chest of the alpha, and hands desperately reaching around to wrap around his neck. He pulled his lips toward him, searching for a way to get the alpha to take him right there.

  Wasting no time, he licked into Jungkook’s mouth. Tongue swirling and teeth clanging as they collided. Fingers gripped his cheeks, pushing in to make his jaw open wider and allow the alpha free reign. 

Jimin complied, opening wider for the alpha, his tongue meeting Jungkook’s as he licked into his mouth. He whined when Jungkook sucked on his tongue, arching back into him so that he could get more. Always wanting more. 

“Alpha, please.” He felt Jungkook’s hand trailing down his stomach. Getting closer and closer to where he needed him the most. But he stopped short, pressing firmly on Jimin’s stomach and avoiding his cock entirely. “Alpha. Please.”

  “Mhm. I love to hear you beg.” The lips just on his were now at his ear. “Beg some more.”

“Please, please, please. Alpha, need you. Need you right here… Can take you right here.” Jimin was a blubbering mess. Spit dribbled down his chin as he desperately tried to rut against the alpha behind him, feeling how hard he was even through the fabric separating them. 

“That’s it, little Omega. Keep it up… let me hear you.”

Lips trailed a path from his ear to the junction where his neck met his shoulder. The collar of his shirt was askew, tugged away and dropping off his shoulder so that the lips assaulting his skin could continue their path. Pants escaped through open lips when a rough tongue ran across his skin, eliciting a shiver to run through his body. 

  “Alpa, Alpha, Alpha, Alpha…” 

Jungkook hummed against his skin sending the omega into a frenzy trying to get the alpha to undress him. His nails scraped across his scalp, pulling on the hair in retaliation for the wait.

But Jungkook just retaliated on his own. His hand that had been exploring Jimin’s thighs moved inward, grazing over Jimin’s clothed cock for the briefest second and then pulling away. 

The hands Jimin had wrapped in the alpha’s hair wound the strands between his fingers, pulling so hard the lips on his skin lifted off. A growl emitted from the alpha, a warning bite placed on his shoulder.   

“More–” The words left him, caught in his throat when finally the alpha’s hands took hold of him, dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans without warning. “F-fuck.”  

His hips jutted forward, pushing his cock to slip into his hand more. His whole body screamed, desperate for the touch of the alpha that made him scream day and night–in anger and in ecstacy.

He couldn’t stop the loud moan that left him. Seemingly disconnected from his body as the hands that held him tugged at him, pulling the moans straight from his lips. He turned his head, searching for the lips of the alpha but instead finding the side of his face. Parted lips grazed the alpha’s cheek, nose bumping into the skin below his ear– dangerously close to his scent gland.

“You’re so wet for me, Omega. Already desperate for me and I’ve barely touched you.” A growl permeated his voice. Mixing in with the breathiness that had the omega smiling into his skin. He was just as gone as Jimin himself.

“‘m ready. ‘m ready alpha. Please, please… need you.”  

A content sigh left him when he was shoved forwards again, colliding with the wall as the alpha removed his pants in one swift motion. He stepped out of them when they dropped to his ankles, a blissful smile on his face when his legs were kicked apart.

Slick slid out of him, trailing down his thighs, surely pooling on the floor by how wet he was. Only a few seconds later fingers were scooping it up, dragging it up and over the flesh of his ass and massaging it into the skin. A thrill of excitement went through him at the feeling of Jungkook’s cock against his ass, straining against the material of his pants. 

He reached down to wrap his fingers around his own cock, moaning from the warmth. He threw his head back at the stimulation of his wrist flicking, once, twice, thre—

  “Ah, ah, ah…” Just as fast as it was there, his hand was pulled away and locked behind his back. His other hand came to join it, both being locked in the tight grip of one of the alpha’s hands that was on the verge of being painful. “You listen to Alpha tonight, Omega. No touching unless it’s my hand. Do you understand?”  

Jimin was a blubbering mess. Face squished against the wall, drool slipping from his mouth, and whines falling from his lips. He didn’t know how the alpha understood his words. They slipped from his lips, gurgled with the spit dribbling from his mouth. 

He needed his hands on him–needed more. Jungkook was teasing him. 

  “Look at you.” His free hand roamed his back, gliding down to his waist, stopping at his hips. He pulled him back against his hips, rolling his clothed cock onto the swell of his ass. “So willing. Leaking slick all over the place like a greedy slut. Ruining my favorite pair of pants.” 

“There’s a thing called a washing machine, asshole.” 

“Mhm, thought I’d shut you up a while ago. Guess it wasn’t enough to tame a brat like you. Maybe this will…”

A gasp was the only sign of Jimin’s pleasure as Jungkook pushed two fingers into him. No warning given, not even a change in his scent. Not like it could've prepared him for the pleasure that shot through him. His toes curled and back arched as his prostate was hit dead on. 

He pushed back against them, sinking them in until Jungkook’s knuckle was nestled into his hole, slick dripping around them and down Jimin’s thighs. 

“Look at the mess you’re making, Omega.” The fingers inside him crooked, stretching him until it burned. “People will be able to smell your slick here for days.”

Finally, Jimin heard the ruffling of Jungkook’s pants as the material slid down his thighs. It pulled a desire in him to turn around, desperate to look at the snake tattooed on the muscular thigh behind him that he loved so much. But the grip on his hands tightened and he was pulled back against the alpha, chin being caught in between strong fingers that bit into his skin with a delicious sting. 

“I love to have you like this. At my mercy. Begging to be filled with Alpha’s cock.” He nosed into his hair and Jimin could feel his naked cock on his back. 

“I don’t beg.”

“Mhm, so explain to me what you were doing just a minute ago.” The tip of his tongue ran across Jimin’s ear. “You’ll beg. Or you won’t get my cock, Omega.”

And just as Jungkook shifted away from him, his hands barely leaving his skin and the weight on his back moving away, Jimin reached to pull him back with as much force as he could muster. 

“No, no, no, no. Come back, come back—”

“So you’re ready to beg now?”

“Yes.” Jimin let out an exasperated breath once Jungkook was back on him, hand settling at his hips and not moving an inch. 

“Beg.”

Jimin did and he didn’t hold back. 

“Alpha, please, please. Fuck me. Fuck me I need you— need your knot Alpha. No one fucks me as good as you do, please. Alpha, Alpha, Alpha—”

 “Now that’s a good Omega slut.” As soon as the words were dropped from Jungkook’s lips, he fit himself inside Jimin with one swift thrust of his hips. 

 “Oh, oh—fuck!” Jimin screamed.

“That’s it. Let everyone hear you.” 

“Mhmmm— fuck! Harder! Harder, Alpha!”

A litany of moans fell from the alpha’s mouth mixing with Jimin’s own moans. They fit together like a symphony. Vibrating off the walls and filling the apartment with sounds of pleasure that the neighbors were sure to hear.   

Along with the obscene slapping of skin when Jungkook snapped his hips into him. 

He could feel the day melting off his body, rolling along with the sweat that dripped from his skin. Every time Jungkook pounded into him, his chest moved further up the wall, lifting him higher and higher just like the pleasure made him feel like he was soaring. 

Jungkook gripped his thigh and shifted it against the wall, angling it higher until he was almost on en pointe. 

“Always so fucking tight for me. Just me. No one else gets to fuck you like this, do they?” His teeth scraped across Jimin’s shoulder, sinking down just enough to have Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his back arch. 

He was so out of it. So immersed in full body pleasure that he didn’t stop the moans tumbling from his lips when keys rattled outside Jungkook’s door. The world around him was completely shut off, only the feeling of his oncoming orgasm on his mind when the front door burst open and in walked Kim Taehyung. 

“What the fuck?”

“Shit—”

“Taehyung, what are you doing?”

Jimin’s never ran away so fast in his life. Forgetting his clothes, he jerked away from the man whose brother was standing there watching his incriminating actions and made a beeline for his bedroom. 

“Park Jimin, get back here!”

“I’m naked!”

“So is my brother! Care to explain?”

Jimin ripped the robe that he knew hung on Jungkook’s bathroom door off and wrapped it around his body. His heart beat frantically in his chest as he walked back to the hallway, where a shirtless Jungkook—who’d tucked himself back into the pants he never took off—and his best friend stood. 

The latter looked like he was ready to rip them apart. 

“Tae we were just—”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, arms crossed and toe tapping on the ground. “You were just fucking my brother.”

“Taehyung, it’s not that big of a deal. Jesus.” Jungkook ran a hand over his face. 

“Not a big deal? I just walked in to my best friend and my brother fucking in his apartment! What is this? A fuck buddies arrangment? Friends with benefits? One night stand—”

Jimin knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was a bad idea as soon as it popped into his mind but hearing his friend list all the ways he and Jungkook were actually in a relationship with disappointment in his voice made him throw all sense out the window. 

“We’re dating!”

Everyone stopped. 

Jungkook whipped his head to the blonde while Taehyung sputtered from where he stood. 

“You’re what?”

“We’re what?”

The brothers spoke at the same time, Taehyung shouting louder than Jungkook yet Jimin could still hear the hiss in the alpha’s tone. 

“Yeah.” Jimin walked to where Jungkook stood, holding onto his arm and tucking himself right into his side. One of his hands went to his back, pinching the skin in warning. “We’re dating. And we have been for a while we just… didn’t want to tell you because we were afraid you wouldn’t approve.” 

“We most definitely are not.”

Jimin pinched the skin of Jungkook’s exposed back. 

The omega before them was silent. He stared at the couple with scrutinizing eyes before a squeal left his lips and he was jumping around in circles. 

“I knew it! I knew you guys were dating! I mean comm’on no one fights that much! I knew the bickering and fighting was just a cover for whatever you two had going on behind closed doors. I just didn’t think I’d be right!”

Jungkook snorted. Jimin wasted no time in pinching him again. 

“Mhm, right you are. Because Jimin is my… boyfriend.” The sickening sweet smile and overly happy tone had Jimin on edge. Jungkook was being too obvious that it wasn’t real. 

He was going to get them in trouble—

“I can’t believe this. My best friend and brother are dating? Ugh my dream came true. Jiminie, now you’ll really become part of the family soon!”

Now it was Jimin’s turn to sputter. He choked on his spit, leaned forward to grasp at his neck. “Excuse me?”

“Oh come on, Jungkook needs to settle down and find a mate soon. Twenty-eight is getting a little old, don’t you think brother?”

“I don’t need an omega— I mean. Yes it is and I certainly see a future with… my sweet Jimin.” 

Jimin hid his face in Jungkook’s shoulder as he mumbled, “Okay you didn’t have to go that far.”

Taehyung watched the whole exchange as Jungkook pretended to kiss his hair and hissed, “you got us into this mess. I’m not a god damn actor.”

The blonde glared at the alpha as he backed away and then turned back to his best friend, who was gathering his things and walking to the door. 

“Where are you going?”

“Uh I’m pretty sure you two didn’t finish what you had going on,” he waved his hands in a circle at the two with a grin. “So I’m going to head out and let you… finish.” 

“Kim Taehyung—”

The door slammed shut behind him. And then Jimin was left in the lion's den, with an alpha that looked like he was ready to explode. 

“Fix this. Now.”