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Mood: Needy - Ariana Grande

2 months ago…

Jimin sighs dramatically for the 100th time today.

He's lying on the couch with Single’s Inferno playing in the background. Bam is snoring loudly on the plush rug in front of the couch. 

Jimin checks if he has any new messages from his alpha.

Ugh, Nothing.

He hasn’t heard from him since this morning when Jungkook checked if he had eaten breakfast. It's now 7:00 p.m. 

Jimin usually blows up his alpha’s phone all day, telling him what he’s doing, what he ate, and sending him selfies. He hasn't sent a single selfie today, and his alpha hasn't even noticed.

Jimin ponders why the hell he's at home on a Friday evening and why his alpha isn't showering him in attention.

He sighs. Again. Because Jimin does know why. 

His alpha has been tied up with business and probably important, underground mafia, nonsense for two weeks now. 

That’s why he’s currently at his own apartment, huffing and puffing on his couch.

Bam is technically Jungkook’s big, chocolate brown Doberman, but Jimin and Bam hit it off on day one. So when his alpha is busy, Jimin takes Bam home with him to keep each other company.

He can’t remember exactly what is stressing his alpha and the Crimson Wolves out because Jungkook has a knack for keeping Jimin updated only after he’s fucked the life out of him and all Jimin can do is say Yes, alpha, mindlessly.

Jimin snorts when he recalls asking Jungkook why their pack is called the Crimson Wolves. Jungkook simply responded gravelly, Because we bathe in the blood of our enemies, baby . He had scrunched his nose at the mental image, but his omega had him slicking up at the alpha’s intimidating aura.

He's fully aware that his alpha is busy and probably stressed, so Jimin is trying to be good. 

A good omega . 

He swears on his Christian Louboutin heels that he’s trying .

It’s just that Jimin has needs. Emotional and physical needs. So as he lies on his couch, he thinks about how he misses Jungkook terribly. He kicks his cute socked foot in the air like a petulant child.

Somehow, his mind strays to the thought of how hot his alpha is when he's pissed off .

The furrow of his pierced brow, the clench of his cut jawline, the fire in his deep brown eyes, the flex in his muscles when he lifts Jimin like a sack of potatoes and bends him–

Nope. Fuck this.

Jimin hops off the couch quickly. Bam is startled from his sleep. He jumps straight into a protective stance in front of Jimin, looking all around the room for a threat.

“I’m okay, Bam. Sorry.” Jimin giggles as he pets Bam’s head. 

With a smirk on his face, he sashays down the hall to his bedroom to get ready. “Here I come, Alpha,” he says in a deceptively sweet voice.

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Mood: Ball for me - Post Malone ft. Nicki Minaj

After showering, Jimin sits at his vanity table to put on his makeup and hash out his plan. He’s almost positive Jungkook will be having a meeting tonight at his high-end strip club, Seven, where he and Jungkook met for the first time. 

He smiles as he applies smoky eyeshadow and eyeliner, reminiscing on his failed attempts at riling up his alpha to get his attention.

When he found out the black card Jungkook had given him had no spending limit, Jimin spent five grand on designer clothes, bags, and shoes in one day. He waited patiently for an upset phone call, but when his alpha finally called him, all he had to say was, Did you get lingerie too, baby?

Jimin is nothing if not dedicated. After trial and error, he was successful on two occasions. 

The first was when he purposely ignored Jungkook’s calls and messages for an entire day. The second was when he went out clubbing with one of his best friends, an omega named Taemin.

Jungkook is convinced Taemin wants to sabotage their relationship. His alpha will never get over when Taemin tried to hook Jimin up with one of the bouncers at Seven.

On both occasions, Jungkook hunted Jimin down like prey. He dragged him home and kept him hanging off his knot all night.

Jimin knows he needs to step it up this time. He’s going big.

He styles the finishing touches to his blond, wavy hair and heads to his closet. He pulls out a full-body black harness. It crosses over his chest, wraps around his waist and hips, and attaches to bands that wrap around his mid-thigh. It’s one of Jungkook’s favorites.

Minnie will take the stage one last time.

Jimin has been a professional dancer and choreographer since graduating from college. He also used to be Seven’s top stripper for about six months. He started stripping one to two nights a week to help pay off his college debt. 

Well, until Jungkook happened. 

Once they officially started dating, Jungkook asked him to quit stripping. They are unworthy to see you like that, and you’re mine, he would say with a growl. 

Jimin didn’t mind quitting, and Jungkook paid off the rest of his debt for him anyway.

Jimin places his pointer finger to his lips in thought. Usually, he would wear sheer lace panties under the harness and nothing on top. He shakes his head and grabs a black bandeau and booty shorts instead.

He’s not completely shameless, okay. He still respects his alpha’s wishes, to some degree.

He slips on cream-colored matching shorts and a long-sleeve button-up blouse over the lingerie. The leather bands around his thighs peek out. He bends to put on his Christian Louboutin heels—yes, the same ones he swore on. His painted pretty lavender toes peek out. 

He puts on his gold choker with a moon pendant that Jungkook gifted him and swaps out his belly button jewelry for his gold piece with a small dangling charm of the initials JK .

He snaps a photo of his outfit and sends it to Taemin.

Taemin 👯‍♂️😈

Uh oh. What are you up to bitch?

Jimin

Oh just going to Seven

Maybe do some dancing 

Maybe around a pole

Taemin 👯‍♂️😈

🤦🏽‍♂️

What dramatic shit are you doing now?

Jimin

Are you in or not?

Taemin 👯‍♂️😈

Hell no.

You know your alpha would kill me if he thought I was involved.

Jimin

Ugh. You suck.

Taemin 👯‍♂️😈
ily too. Bounce that ass on stage

Jimin

It's what I do best 🍑🫡 

Jimin shakes his head fondly and heads to the front door, where Bam meets him. 

“I’m off to drive your daddy crazy,” Jimin says in a baby voice. “Be a good boy and watch the apartment, please.” 

He gives Bam three kisses in quick succession.

Grabs his bag and heads out, leaving Bam tilting his head in confusion.

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Mood : Need to know - Doja Cat

Jimin struts to Seven’s double doors guarded by Jungkook's men. He can see a queue of alphas and betas to his right eyeing him with lustful eyes as they wait for their turn to enter the club. He stops in front of the guards, a hand on his pushed-out hip.

One of the guards is an older alpha Jimin doesn’t recognize. The other is a young beefcake who used to pursue Jimin when he first started working at Seven. Jimin had to turn him down gently. Not his type, too soft.

“J-Jimin-ssi?” Wonho stutters anxiously. “Does Jeon know you're here?”

Jimin smiles sweetly with a flutter of his eyelashes. “No, he doesn't Wonho and I’d like to keep it that way.”

Wonho blushes. Easy.

“O-Okay, but I hope I don't get in trouble for this,” he says as he opens one of the doors. 

“Of course not,” says Jimin as he walks by, patting Wonho on the shoulder.

He knows Seven like the back of his hand. He heads to the back of the club, where the private and dancer prep rooms are. 

Sensual music hits his ears, and he can feel tingles thrum throughout his body, naturally itching to get on stage.

He’s starting to get excited but also nervous. 

Jimin has somewhat of a conscience. He knows his alpha is used to his whims, but he’s beginning to wonder if he might be going too far this time. 

His steps slow at the thought, but a door swings open down the hall, startling him. A male beta props open the door. Jimin tilts his head curiously as he nears the open door.

He suddenly stops as a warm, spicy bourbon scent wraps around him, as if seeking him out.

Alpha is here.

His omega prances around at the thought of their alpha close.

Jungkook’s scent is thick and potent as it billows out into the hall. As a dominant alpha, he tends to mark his territory wherever he goes, leaving no questions about who is in charge. 

His guests are probably choking on the alpha’s scent right now. Fuck he's so hot.

He clenches his thighs together, trying very hard not to leak slick and keep his scent subtle. He's positive that his alpha would find him immediately if he leaks slick right now.

Jimin knows he should walk quickly and head towards the prep room, but he also really, really wants to get a glimpse of the alpha.

So he walks swiftly past the open door and then turns around to peek from the other side of the doorway.

What he sees has him salivating and simultaneously pissed.

Jungkook is leaning forward as he sits on a couch with his elbows on his knees as he reads through a stack of documents. Probably some kind of deal with his guests. 

His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, exposing his tattoos. His glorious pecs are peeking out of his black dress shirt, which has the top few buttons undone. That sexy furrow of his brows is present, and he nibbles on his lip ring as he concentrates on the papers he's reviewing. 

The room is a bit dim so Jimin can't see it clearly, but he just knows that the veins on his forearms and hands are probably visible with the way he's gripping the stack of documents as they bend. He should be gripping me and bending me like–

Focus, Jimin. Damn.

Half-naked omega and beta strippers are floating around the room to entertain the guests, which doesn't surprise Jimin at all. Very standard. 

What has his omega wanting to claw a bitch is the sight of an annoying omega that smells like she's been soaking in her grandma's perfume. 

Yejin is the resident mean girl. 

She thinks she’s better than every stripper in the club and always tried to compete with Jimin when he worked there, though she always lost. When Jungkook started to show interest in Jimin, she tried desperately to get Jungkook to like her instead.

Yejin is sitting on the arm of the couch next to Jungkook leaning forward trying to entice him with her tits. She's probably spreading her nasty geranium scent. Jimin can't tell for sure because all he smells is his bourbon alpha. 

She places a hand on Jungkook’s upper bicep and starts to caress up to his shoulder. Jimin bites his cheek, trying to hold in a hiss.

Jungkook’s tattooed hand comes up to smack Yejin’s hand away roughly. Jimin can hear a low growl from his alpha, all while his eyes never stray from the documents.

Yejin’s face scrunches into a pout, and then she’s off to entertain a guest.

Jimin's omega purrs at the dominant display by his alpha. Heat stirs in his belly, and he realizes he needs to go now . He's about five seconds away from dropping his panties. 

Any doubts he had before have gone up in flames as he reaches the prep room.

Jimin hears a few gasps and squeals as he enters the room. His old coworkers are thrilled to see him, rushing to give him warm hugs and nuzzle him sweetly. He hears a familiar voice behind him.

“Why is Jeon’s precious kitten here?” says Chaelin, the female alpha in charge of all entertainment at the club.

Jimin turns around gracefully with a smile on his face. “Chaelin Noona,” he says in a sweet, singsong voice.

He is very fond of Chaelin. They have a lot in common. They’re both pretty, impulsive, and have a knack for driving their alphas crazy. 

Chaelin could have any omega she wanted. She knows exactly how to make them swoon, but that’s never been her type. 

Much like Jimin, she wants a strong, brawny alpha that can put her in her place. That's why she's soon to be mated to Jungkook's third-in-command, Mingyu.

Chaelin stares at Jimin, giving him a scrutinizing once-over from head to toe. Her cat-like eyes land on the leather straps peeking out from his shorts.

She sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose, tilting her head back, praying to goddess that this is not what she thinks it is.

“Jimin, what the fuck kind of trouble are you about to get me in?”

“No trouble, Noona. I'm just here to surprise Hyung,” Jimin says as he clasps his hands behind his back. He sways slightly, trying his best to charm her with his cuteness. “I haven't seen him for two weeks,” he pouts.

Chaelin says nothing as she narrows her eyes, seeing right through his bullshit.

Jimin sighs and places his hands on his hips, “I’ll convince Hyung to give you and Mingyu Hyung time off to go on that vacation you want.”

Chaelin smirks. 

“He should know better than to leave you alone for too long.” She walks past Jimin and smacks his ass.

“You’re on in 10, Minnie.”

Jimin squeals, jumping in tiny. He rushes to check his hair and makeup. It’s showtime.

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Mood: Neva Play - Megan Thee Stallion ft RM

The lightest hint of vanilla hits Jungkook's nose, his alpha perks up, but it's gone just as quickly as it arrived.

He brushes it off. Get a grip.

His alpha has been restless, urging Jungkook to hurry up. It's been too long since he’s seen his omega, and he’s been insufferable to be around the entire time. 

Jungkook’s men steer clear of him unless necessary. His right-hand men, Yoongi and Mingyu, have been complaining that his scent is chokingly bitter.  

He can’t help it. He’s incredibly irritable. 

Omega probably doesn’t even smell like us anymore.

His alpha growls, and Jungkook’s scent sharpens with smoky possessiveness at the thought.

He hears the alpha sitting across from him start to cough uncontrollably in response. Weak.

“We’ve come to an agreement, yes?” says Jungkook as he leans back on the couch. Beside him, Yoongi pushes a contract towards the arms dealer. “Y-Yes,” he says as he regains composure and signs the contract.

“Good. I’d like to remind you that I’m known for keeping my word,” Jungkook says casually as he watches Yoongi pour them a drink of whiskey on the rocks. 

Jungkook swirls the glass handed to him and takes a sip. His eyes bore into the arms dealer before saying, “I’m also known for swiftly taking care of those who wrong me.”

The alpha’s eyes widened, scent souring with fear. “O-Of course, Jeon. I understand.”

Jungkook hums. “Relax, Choi. Have some fun before you go,” he says as he gestures for the strippers to continue their entertainment.

As he takes another sip of his drink, Jungkook hears unusually loud cheering and wolf whistles coming from the club floor. He looks over at Mingyu.

“Mingyu, go take a look.” He nods and leaves the room.

Jungkook’s alpha is beyond restless now. 

He can't stand it anymore. He'll go to his omega as soon as he finishes his drink. He checks his phone for missed messages from Jimin, his eyebrow raises when he finds none.

Mingyu walks back in looking apprehensive, and Jungkook can tell immediately he won’t like what he’s about to hear. 

“Uh, Jungkook,” he says as he rubs his neck nervously.

“Spit it out,” Jungkook commands. 

Mingyu sighs, pinches his nose, and says in a nasal voice, “ Minnie is on stage.”

Jungkook’s scent flares angrily with the scent of burnt cloves and bourbon. 

The omegas and betas in the room gasp as they bare their necks in submission. “F–Fuck,” says Choi as he starts to cough, choking on the burnt scent.

Jungkook slams down his glass, breaking it. 

Without a word, he walks out of the room.

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Mood: You Know - Jay Park ft. Okasian

Jungkook reaches the club floor, he can already smell the spicy arousal brewing amongst the crowd of alphas and betas.

His alpha snarls in his chest.

He stops next to the bar as his gaze locks onto Jimin on stage, his smooth, soft shoulder is exposed as he slowly unbuttons his top. 

Jungkook clenches his fist. He can see what looks like leather straps, and he hopes that Jimin isn't wearing that body harness—the one Jungkook personally picked out when he took Jimin shopping one day. 

Jimin tosses his top to the side with a flourish and dammit it is Jungkook’s favorite harness— this brat.

Jimin wastes no time shimmying his shorts off seductively and kicks them off one of his red-bottom heels that Jungkook knows he loves so much. 

The crowd goes wild with cheers, but Jungkook tunes it out because he's devastatingly torn in this moment.

Part of him wants to stop the show. 

He wants to either drag Jimin away from all these unworthy eyes or, better yet, claim him right here in front of everyone. His alpha, of course, thinks that's the best idea Jungkook has ever had.

He also knows that is precisely what Jimin wants . 

His beautiful, bratty omega is acting out. He knows this because Jungkook has made it excruciatingly clear how much he dislikes Jimin stripping.

The other part of Jungkook is stuck in a trance. 

The way Jimin dances is as graceful as a swan and as alluring as a siren’s song. 

All of which is making him horny as fuck. 

So, as Jimin teasingly dances around the pole in the center of the stage, not yet touching it, Jungkook decides to let his little omega play his little game.

He knocks on the bar counter, and with a flick of his hand, another glass of whiskey is brought to him. 

Jungkook won’t let his omega off easy, though. He decides it's about time to make his presence known. 

He spreads his rich bourbon scent tinged with a smoky undertone. It's demanding and possessive. 

Jungkook can see the exact moment when his scent reaches Jimin. He’s walking towards the pole to grab on before his steps falter. No one catches the slip-up, except the alpha.

He smirks cruelly and leans back against the bar, one hand in his pocket, as he takes in Jimin’s delicious curves as he twirls around the pole.

His eyes rake up and down Jimin's body, landing on the gold choker around the omega's unmarked neck. Jungkook growls softly. At least the brat remembers who he belongs to. Mine .

Jungkook clenches his jaw as he registers the steady increase of aroused pheromones in the audience. He's getting pissed off again.

Thankfully, the song is about to end. 

Jimin takes to the pole one last time and swings into a ballerina move. His right leg is wrapped around the pole, while the left stretches out beautifully across the wrapped leg with pointed feet. His upper body is arched and tilted towards the audience, with an outstretched arm. 

He can see Jimin’s eyes scanning the crowd as he spins slowly.

They lock eyes for a moment.

Jimin simply smirks and finishes his performance.

Little omega is proud of himself.

Jungkook doesn’t take his eyes off Jimin as he sets his glass down and stalks toward the stage like a predator. 

He reaches the stage as Jimin lands in his finishing pose. 

The crowd goes wild again, but the omega's attention never leaves Jungkook.

He tilts his head to the side, looking down at Jungkook from the stage and says sweetly, “Did you miss me, Alpha?”

“Pick up your fucking clothes, Omega,” Jungkook growls in a tone that leaves no room for objections.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Jimin scoffs, but Jungkook can smell how his tempting vanilla scent sweetens and begins to swirl with hints of cinnamon.

Jimin makes a show out of picking up his clothes. With his back facing Jungkook, he spreads his legs and folds his upper body over keeping his legs straight to show off his flexibility and plump ass.

The crowd wolf whistles and tosses more money onto the stage.

A very drunk older alpha who can't read a fucking room to save his life, stumbles up to the stage right next to Jungkook.

He pulls out a fat wad of bills and tosses it on stage at Jimin's feet as he's straightening himself.

“Gimme that ass, Omega! I'll pay you nicely!” He slurs his words as he reaches out towards Jimin.

A nasty snarl rings out.

The club fills with a thick, aggressive scent of charred bourbon—threatening, to say the least.

The DJ cuts off the music. Everyone is stunned into silence.

Jungkook’s hand shoots out to his side and wraps around the older alpha’s neck. 

The alpha’s eyes widen as he realizes the mess he got himself into. He whimpers as he looks into the red glowing eyes of Jeon Jungkook. 

His hands instinctively come up to grasp the hand around his neck. “J-Jeon,” he chokes out.

“H-He’s yours? F-Forgive me!” The alpha’s grass scent is wilted and full of fear. 

Jungkook says nothing as he squeezes his neck enough to make the alpha pass out and tosses his limp body to the floor.

He barely stopped himself from killing the bastard. He’d rather not deal with the cleanup tonight. 

Jimin’s vanilla scent bursts with a buttery sweetness. The cinnamon sugar scent of his slick hits Jungkook’s nose, making his head snap up to his omega. 

Jimin's eyes are hooded with lust as they flash purple, his omega calling out to his alpha. It’s time to go. His alpha urges him.

When Jimin's dominant omega is present, his scent intensifies uncontrollably, trying to entice his alpha. It doesn't stop until sated, and Jungkook will be damned if other wolves are witness to Jimin's sweet essence that's only meant for him.

He beckons his omega to him with a crook of his finger. 

Jimin crouches down when he reaches the edge of the stage. He smirks and speaks, “What is it–” 

Before he can finish his bratty comment, Jungkook pulls on his arm, making Jimin instinctively rise slightly and tilt toward him. He wraps an arm behind Jimin’s knees and throws him over his shoulder as Jimin gasps.

He turns around to leave, scent still chokingly intimidating. He misses the way Jimin smirks, dangling from his shoulder.

“Look elsewhere unless you want to loose your fucking eyesight!” Jungkook commands. He spots Yoongi and Mingyu standing on either side of the entrance. He signals for a car to be brought around.

People are scrambling to move out of his way with their heads down. Even after Jungkook finally exits the club doors, his remaining scent leaves tension and unease behind.

Jungkook snarls and snatches the coat held out to him by Mingyu.

His men stand at the club doors watching Jungkook enter the limo. Yoongi looks over at Mingyu. “You may wanna have a talk with your girl,” he says with a chuckle.

Mingyu groans as he runs a hand over his face, “Fuck.”

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Mood: In The Mood - THEY ft. BLEU

The door to the limo is thrown open and Jimin is unceremoniously tossed on the car floor. 

Jungkook’s coat is thrown in before the alpha slides into the car and sits in the middle of the back seat. His burnt scent fills the car, immediately overpowering Jimin's blooming scent. 

Jungkook snaps instructions to the driver and puts up the privacy window.

Alpha is really mad.

Jimin's omega purrs, pleased. Finally, he has his alpha's attention.

Jimin vibrates with anticipation of feeling Jungkook's touch. He's about to slink over to start smoothing things over, but before he can, Jungkook speaks.

“You interrupted a very important meeting, Jimin.”

Jimin scoffs, although he does feel a little guilty. 

“What did I do, Alpha?” Jimin says coyly.

“You’re not a dumb blonde, Omega,” Jungkook says with a stoic expression.

Jimin gets off the floor to sit on the left side of the limo. He crosses his left leg over the right so Jungkook can get a good view of his plump, smooth thighs pressing together. 

And sure enough, he doesn’t miss how Jungkook’s eyes rake up and down his legs, a glowing ring of red starting to appear around his irises. Soon he tells his omega.

“Well,” Jimin starts as he tucks his hair behind his ear and places one hand over the other on his thighs.

“I was bored sitting and waiting at home, so I decided to look for some attention elsewhere.”

Jungkook growls warningly.

“I'm starting to get fucking pissed off, Jimin.”

“Fine!” Jimin says petulantly, annoyed that his alpha keeps saying his name. “Then drop me off at home.”

He knows he’s playing with fire with what he’s about to say next, but he needs something strong to get his alpha to cave.

Jimin leisurely admires his lavender-colored nails as he says, “Maybe I’ll see if Taemin is up for some fun–”

“Come here,” Jungkook growls.

Jimin turns his head to look at Jungkook.

“ Now .”

Jungkook’s commanding tone sends a shiver down Jimin’s spine. His scent blooms again, buttery sweet vanilla and cinnamon.

He gets on top of the seats and crawls over slowly and seductively like a feline.

He straddles Jungkook’s lap as the alpha leans back in his seat. He runs his hands up Jungkook’s chest, over his shoulders, and down his biceps, feeling his rock-hard muscles, wishing Jungkook would ravage him already. 

He’s waited long enough dammit.

“Yes, Alpha?” he says sweetly.

Jungkook grabs the leather straps around his thighs and yanks him impossibly closer. 

Jimin gasps in surprise.

He feels Jungkook's hand trail up his thigh in a feather-light touch and feels a few drops of slick trickle down. 

Jungkook's hand continues upwards, pausing to flick the ‘JK’ dangling from his belly button jewelry. Jimin mewls in tiny at the sensation.

He starts to get antsy with all the teasing touches. 

He's so desperate for Jungkook to manhandle him like he usually does that he's thinking of acting out again, but then Jungkook grips his hips bruisingly. 

Jimin's eyes slip closed in pleasure, and he moans prettily, slick now drenching his booty shorts.

When he opens his eyes, he's met with Jungkook's red glowing eyes that have him biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

The alpha's eyes follow the movement, and his scent flares with arousal. 

Finally , Jimin feels like he's drowning in bourbon spiced with clove and nutmeg, sweetened just slightly with notes of caramel.

He instinctively leans forward, nose seeking out Jungkook’s scent gland to inhale the rich, all-consuming scent. 

Right before he reaches what he desires, he feels a hand in his hair yanking his head back, neck fully exposed.

Jimin exhales a breathy moan. He feels Jungkook trail his sharp canine teeth from his jaw to his scent gland. 

He’s so wet at this point he knows he’s soaking his alpha’s expensive pants with slick, but he also knows Jungkook is probably loving it. 

Go on, make a mess he always says to Jimin.

He hears Jungkook take a deep inhale of his scent.

“A-Alpha,” Jimin whispers desperately.

Jungkook still says nothing as he licks over his scent gland and bites hard . Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to bruise and satiate Jimin’s omega. 

Jimin moans while his body goes lax and pliant in his alpha’s hold. He feels Jungkook turn his head towards him, so he opens his eyes.

Jungkook simply stares at him for a moment. Eyes ablaze with something possessive.

“You drive me fucking crazy, kitten.” 

Jimin feels a bite on his pillowy bottom lip, making him gasp and open up for his alpha to devour him. 

Jungkook kisses like he's starving. He licks the inside walls of Jimin's mouth and sucks greedily on his tongue.

Jimin takes it all while he whimpers and whines for more. He can already feel himself slipping into a haze. His hands come up to paw at Jungkook’s shirt, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin. 

One of Jungkook's large hands suddenly grabs and locks his wrists behind his back. He feels the other hand grip the back of his neck, bringing his face closer to the alpha.

“I just missed you,” Jimin whines, eyes pleading and needy as ever.

“Alpha missed you too,” Jungkook replies as he licks over Jimin’s bruised scent gland, nipping and kissing his way up. Jimin can feel warm whiskey breath fan over his ear.

“But that doesn't mean you're off the hook, kitten.”

Jimin has a visceral reaction to Jungkook’s husky, deep voice and the meaning behind his words. It’s time to pay for the stunt he pulled. 

He should be ready to argue, to demand that it’s Jungkook’s fault he had to go out and find his alpha. That it’s his fault Jimin felt lonely for two weeks, missing his scent and warmth. 

But he can’t help the way his eyes become hooded and glaze over, the way his omega continues to sweeten his scent, ready to submit and present. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jungkook chides, squeezing Jimin’s neck to ground him.

“Not yet, kitten.” 

The limo intercom beeps–it helps Jimin snap out of his daze—and the driver’s voice comes through: “ We’ve arrived, sir .”

“Omega,” Jungkook says firmly.

“Hm?” Jimin feels a coat being wrapped around him.

“Go inside and get ready,” Jungkook says as he buttons up the jacket. “I’ll let you choose. Be naked or wear something that a club full of alphas didn’t already see you in,” his voice turning into a growl at the end.

“Okay,” Jimin whispers. He turns to leave the car before remembering something and looks back at Jungkook with wide eyes.

“Bam-ie is waiting at my apartment.”

A hint of a smile graces his alpha’s face before he speaks. “Alpha will take care of it.”

He feels a smack on his ass and Jimin squeals rushing out of the car. 

He runs past the bodyguards who can’t take their eyes off him, and he’s sure they can smell his giddy arousal, but he couldn't care less.

He’s not in danger, and he’s about to finally finally feel his alpha.

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Mood: I want you around - Yugyeom ft. Devita

Jimin freshens up in the bathroom and decides to change into a deep red leather chest harness with gold rings and chains that drape across his chest. He puts on a matching waist harness, the chains hug his hips and the curve of his ass. He slips on a red thong and goes out to the bedroom.

He sits prettily on his heels in the middle of the bed, looking like Aphrodite in chains sitting on a cloud of white soft sheets.

The anticipation Jimin feels reaches an all-time high when he hears Jungkook’s footsteps approaching down the hall. They feel loud to his ears in the silence of the room.

Spiced bourbon creeps into the room before the alpha himself.

Jungkook enters the room with a hardened stoic face that doesn’t meet Jimin’s awaiting puppy eyes. He sets his phone down and removes his belt as he heads into the closet. 

When he walks back into the room, he turns on some sensual R&B music. His scent steadily consumes the room.  

“Do you like my outfit?” Jimin asks, unable to stand not being acknowledged anymore.

Jungkook says nothing as he removes his watch and sets it on the nightstand. He begins to unbutton his shirt, and Jimin starts to feel on edge. He tries to take in deep breaths of the alpha’s scent to calm himself down.

He asks anxiously, “D–Do I look pretty?” Wanting any attention the alpha is willing to give right now.

Jungkook ignores his question, “Lie on your back, head at the foot of the bed.”

Jimin’s scent sweetens as he scrambles to the end of the bed to obey. His body chains tinkle as they slide down his body.

When Jungkook meets Jimin at the foot of the bed, he pulls him farther down the bed so his head is slightly hanging off the edge. 

Jimin is met with the alpha’s hardened bulge—his mouth waters at the sight. 

Jungkook unbuttons his pants and pulls his boxers down below his balls, freeing his cock. It stands big, proud, and veiny before Jimin’s face. 

He licks his lips and can’t help but reach out to touch. Jungkook swats his hand away, “No hands. Sluts don’t get to touch.”

Jimin whimpers and tucks his hands behind his lower back, not trusting himself not to reach out.

“You know what to do if you need a break or want to stop,” Jungkook reminds him.

Jimin nods, well accustomed to their nonverbal signals. Tap his alpha’s thigh twice for a break and pinch his thigh if he wants to stop.

“Open.”

Jimin’s pink glossy lips part and the alpha smears his pretty gloss around with the head of his cock, mixing with precum, before he slowly fills his omega’s warm mouth.

Jimin welcomes the heavy weight and taste on his tongue. He relaxes his throat and breathes bourbon and spicy clove through his nose straight from the source. 

Jungkook goes easy on him at first, slowly inching deeper as Jimin's throat starts to relax even more. 

Jungkook hums in appreciation. “You must have been waiting for this, kitten. You’re already soaking the bed.” 

Jimin makes a muffled sound in response. “This hardly seems like a punishment.”

He slides in and out a few times before Jungkook seems to be done taking it easy. His scent sharpens with demanding arousal. He starts to earnestly fuck his omega’s throat.

Jimin’s eyes roll back in his head getting lost in the feeling of his alpha’s cock smothering him. He’s been yearning for this feeling for weeks. 

A feeling of letting go and only focusing on pleasuring his alpha, and feeling delicious pleasure in return.

Jimin hums around Jungkook’s cock, omega feeling content having their alpha use them. 

Jungkook groans at the sensation and digs deeper.

Tears spring to the corner of Jimin’s eyes on a particularly deep thrust. He starts to gag when he loses the pace of his breath and pats his alpha’s thigh twice.

Jungkook pulls out immediately, letting Jimin cough and pant, catching his breath.

He looks up to his alpha from his upside-down position and nods to let him know he’s ready.

Jungkook smirks, almost menacingly. “Hold your thighs to your chest. Going to open you up.”

Jimin pulls his thighs to his chest with no hesitation and spreads his legs eagerly. 

“You’re not allowed to come. If you do, you won’t get fucked tonight.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Jimin replies easily. He’s absolutely getting dicked down tonight.

Jungkook enters his awaiting mouth again. Jimin sinks back into his floaty headspace for a moment before he feels his thong being pushed to the side, and two fingers enter his hole with no warning.

He lets out a loud, muffled moan at the delicious stretch. His small cock twitching uselessly, caught in his thong.

Jungkook chuckles cruelly. “I was right. With how much you’ve been leaking, I could easily skip to two fingers,” he says, moving his fingers in and out with finesse. 

Two becomes three, and soon the squelching sound of slick becomes almost louder than the music. Jimin would blush profusely at the sound if he weren’t already fucked out.

He doesn’t realize he has let the pleasure at both ends consume him before he feels the heat and pressure in his cock about ready to burst. He panics at the thought of coming when Jungkook told him he isn’t allowed to. 

His arm shoots up and pinches Jungkook’s thigh as he starts to gag again.

The alpha pulls his fingers out and his cock follows. Jimin rolls over on his side, taking in big gulps of air, trying to calm down.

He feels the mattress dip on the other side of the bed. He rolls onto his back again and sits up, resting on his elbows.

Jungkook is now naked, sitting against the headboard. His upper body is rippling with muscles, his firm, thick thighs on display as his legs stretch out before him. 

His deep gaze ignites heat in Jimin’s belly as he pats his thigh. “C’mon, kitten.”

Jimin tilts his head cutely, not understanding.

“You showed off how you can bounce that ass for hundreds of alphas tonight. Get over here and fucking bounce on this,” Jungkook says as he points to his intimidating cock that's glistening with Jimin’s spit and the alpha’s precum.

Jimin whimpers at the sight.

He crawls over to Jungkook and lifts his leg to straddle the alpha’s lap, but Jungkook stops him.

“No, turn around,” the alpha growls. He sounds agitated, probably at the reminder that his omega stripped tonight.

“B–But,” Jimin starts.

“Be good and make me come like this.”

Jimin pouts but obeys. He straddles Jungkook’s lap, facing away from him. 

Jungkook reaches out and snaps his thong clean off, throwing it somewhere off to the side. Jimin gasps and leaks slick over the alpha’s awaiting cock.  

Jimin guides it to his hole and slowly sinks down. He mewls and moans all the way down until his ass meets Jungkook’s hips.

He leans his head back and closes his eyes, taking in the moment, remembering how good it feels to be filled like this. 

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “Get to it, kitten. Put those pretty hips to work.” 

Jimin rises and sinks again slowly, almost awkwardly. He’s not used to doing the work. He’s a self-proclaimed pillow princess. He’s used to Jungkook manhandling him, not having to lift a finger.

“I wanna see those chains on your pretty harness dance.”

Jimin’s scent sweetens at the compliment. He’s been desperate for a compliment or praise all night.

He places his hands on the alpha’s firm thighs and begins to swivel his hips. He starts to build a rhythm and hears Jungkook breathing deeply through his nose. 

Every time he grinds down on Jungkook’s cock, it hits his favorite spot making him moan loudly. He has to slow down frequently to avoid coming before his alpha. 

As hard as he tries, the pleasure still builds as Jungkook’s grunts and growls fill his ears. He feels large, warm hands grab his hips and squeeze. 

Jimin gasps at the touch, pleasure shooting through his body, making his back arch. Tears spring to his eyes, “No no no–”

“I can’t, I can’t—I can’t stop it–” Jimin desperately rambles out as he tries to lift himself off. His climax is rushing to spill over, and he can not have that. 

He feels his hips gripped and push down roughly, Jungkook’s warm chest presses against his back and a large hand wraps around his cock with a squeeze.

Jimin’s chest heaves as he breathes in and out deeply through his nose, calming his body down. The hand around his cock is gone once his breath evens out. He feels his alpha snake a hand up to his neck and pulls him back into his chest, trapping him.

He lets his head fall back onto his alpha’s shoulder, completely pliant.

“If you had behaved, you would've been passed out on my knot by now.” 

“I was good,” Jimin says quietly but with sass.

Jungkook nips at his ear, his scent imposing, “Try that again.”

“I tried so hard to be g–good, but my omega was craving you.” Jimin’s eyes start to well up with tears. 

“Alpha’s s–scent was gone. It’s your f–fault,” he cries, tears now painting his cherub face.

Jungkook hums. His scent softening ever so slightly, a tiny hint of remorse.

“Yeah,” the alpha says as he slowly starts to grind his hips. “It's Alpha’s fault, isn’t it?” 

Jimin nods as he lets out a shaky breath at the sensation.

“Let me make it up to you, baby.” He flips them over and pulls out, before turning Jimin onto his back. 

Jimin can imagine the sight he’s providing for his alpha. His blonde hair is a wavy mess splayed out on the sheets. His cheeks are rosy and wet from his tears, his pink gloss is smeared around his lips, and his milky smooth skin is decorated in gold. 

His legs fall open, welcoming the alpha to his wet heat. Jungkook’s scent flares with possessiveness at the sight. 

Jungkook must be done holding back because he dives in and claims Jimin’s lips sloppily. He lifts Jimin’s hips and enters him with a harsh thrust that has Jimin’s toes curling.

Jungkook is relentless as he finally gives Jimin what he wants. He’s all grunts and growls for a while, focused only on pounding Jimin so thoroughly.

Jimin completely lets go and drowns in ecstasy. There’s not a single thought in his head except how much he loves the feeling of his alpha’s weight pressing him into the mattress.

His hands tangled in Jungkook’s hair slide down the alpha’s shoulders, and Jimin’s nails scrape down his back, leaving red marks behind.

He faintly hears his alpha speak. “It’s coming, kitten,” he grunts as his knot starts to swell.

“You gonna be good and squirt on my knot, baby?”

Jimin tries to respond, but he’s so far gone at this point that he’s not sure if any words are coming out, so he nods his head meekly, eyes on Jungkook.

He hears a pleased rumble from Jungkook's chest, before Jimin is being split in half on his alpha’s knot. With a final thrust, the knot locks them together.

Jimin comes hard . His body locks up as he spurts come between their bodies and he clenches around Jungkook so tightly the alpha growls out, “ Fuck — C’mon, baby.” 

Then he’s gushing slick like a waterfall.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Jungkook says as the first spurts of come release inside of his omega.

“That’s my baby. So fucking good.” Jungkook licks and bites all over Jimin’s scent gland. 

He flips them over, and Jimin whimpers at the tug of the knot. He settles Jimin on his chest and caresses his back gently as his knot empties. He whispers sweet nothings in Jimin’s ear as he comes down from his floaty headspace. 

Most of the time, Jimin has no sense of what Jungkook is actually saying to him as he comes down. He just feels comforted hearing his deep, affectionate voice. But there is one thing Jimin always hears his alpha whisper to him. It helps to ground him every time, like a warm hug.

Jungkook kisses his temple and whispers, "My pretty spitfire."

Jimin nuzzles into Jungkook’s neck, letting him know he has fully come down. He starts to purr, so utterly happy, satiated, and exhausted.

He’s barely awake when he whispers, “I’m sorry I ruined your meeting, Alpha.”

Jungkook chuckles, “You didn’t ruin anything, it was pretty much over.”

Jimin hums. 

“Sleep, baby.”

☾

Mood: Agora Hills - Doja Cat

Present Day

Warm sunlight peaks through the curtains and caresses Jimin’s sleeping face. It’s late morning as he slowly wakes up. He stretches his limbs, points his feet, and curls his small hands. 

He can already tell his alpha has left for work before he even opens his eyes, since he’s not drowning in a cloud of warm bourbon and doesn’t feel strong arms around him.

His omega is still content. Even in his sleepy state, he could feel Jungkook scenting him before he left, probably hours ago.

Jimin officially moved in the day after his grand club stunt and spicy night of passion. 

Jungkook let him redesign the whole house to his liking. They have very similar tastes so there wasn’t a drastic change, but Jimin made it feel more like a home. 

His presence could now be felt all around the lavish house. 

Cozy blankets are now easily accessible in every room, matching sets of pretty mugs grace the kitchen cabinets, and fuzzy cute slippers can be found abandoned throughout the home.

Jimin rolls over to Jungkook’s side of the bed to take in a lungful of his scent, not wanting to get up yet. 

He hears tiny tapping sounds against the hardwood floor in the hallway. The sound quiets down before he feels a wet nose gently poke at his arm from the side of the bed.

He smiles and opens his eyes to Bam’s happy panting face. “Good morning, my baby,” Jimin says fondly, petting Bam’s head and scratching behind his ears. 

He lies his head back down and closes his eyes, but Bam nudges him on his arm. “Okay, okay, you’re right.” He rubs his forehead on Bam's head lovingly and heads to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

He has a light schedule today, teaching two contemporary dance classes at Hoseok’s dance studio, his other best friend. After a quick shower, he puts on some black leggings and a light taupe-colored wide-necked blouse. The blouse is long-sleeved and flowy, making him feel pretty as he dances.

Bam lies at his feet as he does his hair and makeup. Over the last two months, Jungkook has made regular time for Jimin to keep him satisfied. 

He often picks Jimin up from the dance studio, he goes to his performances, and they have dinner together most nights. On the weekends, his alpha takes him out on dates to luxury restaurants, shopping, concerts, whatever the omega might fancy. It’s his fault I’m so spoiled.

He’s so happy he moved in. Even when their schedules don’t match, Jimin looks forward to when he can lie his head on his alpha’s chest and feel the safety of his arms. 

Some nights he’s delighted to be woken up by his alpha’s cock gently but firmly grinding into him and deep breathy hums in his ear that turn into grunts once the alpha notices he’s awake.

He squeezes his thighs together, not wanting to get heated at the thought. That’s his favorite way to wake up, and it’s been happening often this week since they both have been quite busy.

He's had dance performances, classes to teach, and was even filmed in a music video. Jungkook has been busy dealing with some conflicts in the underground.

His alpha has kept him in the dark this time, but he knows the issues must be troubling. Jungkook won’t stop nagging him about taking a bodyguard or only going places with his friends.

After finishing his makeup, he heads to the kitchen to warm up the breakfast Jungkook prepared for him. It’s a spread of his favorite doenjang jjigae , rice, and side dishes. 

It smells delicious. He just hopes he can keep it down. 

He’s been feeling off lately. He even threw up a couple of times over the last few days. He blames it on the stress he’s been under with his busy schedule. 

He makes a mental note to tell his manager to tone down his schedule.

An hour after arriving at the dance studio, Jimin finds himself resting on the couch in Hoseok’s office. He had to run to the bathroom in the middle of his class. 

His hope to keep down the breakfast his alpha carefully prepared for him was flushed down the toilet. 

Hoseok told him to rest in his office while he finished the class for him, and he would check to see if Jimin could teach the evening class after resting.

He’s pouting with his eyes closed when he hears his cellphone ring from its spot on the armrest above his head. Ride for Me by DeVita fills the room, and Jimin knows exactly who is calling him.

“Alpha,” Jimin whines, sounding worn out.

“What's wrong, baby? Where are you?”

Jimin giggles softly at his alpha’s protectiveness and turns to lie on his side. “I’m at the dance studio.”

“Why do you sound like that then?” Jungkook asks in a concerned voice.

Jimin thinks for a moment. “I don’t feel good today. My stomach is upset.” He decides to leave out the fact that he’s been throwing up regularly and feeling this way for days.

There’s silence on the line, and Jimin just knows his alpha is probably contemplating dropping everything to come and get him. 

He hears a voice in the background call for Jungkook. He can tell it's Yoongi. 

Jungkook growls, sounding like he’s holding the phone away from his face. “Hold the fuck on.” 

“Okay, damn,” he faintly hears Yoongi say.

There’s a rustling sound before he hears Jungkook speak clearly again.

“You’re worrying me, baby.”

Jimin wants nothing more than for his alpha to come get him and scent him so he can feel better, but he knows Jungkook is busy. He tries to placate him.

“I’m okay, Alpha. It’s just an upset tummy,” he replies, not sounding very convincing.

There’s another pause.

“Go home and nest,” says Jungkook, voice gravelly and firm.

Jimin feels heat stir in his stomach, and it’s not from his tummy ache. He knows his cheeks are probably blushing like crazy. He puts his hand on one cheek and grips the phone with the other hand. 

Jungkook always knows precisely what he needs. His omega whines at the thought of nesting in their home. His scent sweetens, filling the office. Hoseok is going to give me so much shit.

“Mingyu will pick you up in 10 minutes. You have the credit card, so have whatever you need delivered.”

Jimin wants to protest. He can just wait, and Hoseok will drop him off so he doesn’t have to bother Jungkook and his men. “Hyung I–”

“Listen to me for once, Omega.”

Jimin snaps his mouth shut at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. It’s unusually soft, almost pleading before it turns commanding.

“Don’t have me out here loosing my fucking mind over you when we’ve got enemies out for our blood.”

Jimin whimpers softly, “Okay, alpha.”

“Good boy. Let me know when you’re home, baby.”  

Jimin hums, and they end the call.

Hoseok walks in and scrunches his nose immediately. The office smells like the sweetest pastry shop. He props the door open and fixes Jimin with a look that says Bitch, I thought you were sick.

“So…” Jimin stalls. He sits up and fixes his blouse. “My ride will be here soon.”

Hoseok assesses him for a moment. “Okay, I’ll cancel your evening class.”

Jimin nods. 

“Are you okay? Are you sick?” Hoseok says softly.

Jimin sighs. “I’ve just been feeling nauseous and I’ve thrown up a couple of times.”

“Maybe you should be going to the doctor instead?” Hoseok questions. He sits next to Jimin and rubs his back.

“Hm. If I still feel like this in a few days, then I will. I think it's just stress.”

He leans into Hoseok, and they nuzzle each other. His beta friend's light, clean linen smell comforts him. 

He hears his phone ping and checks it.

🗡️ CL’s Mingyu 🗡️

I’m outside

Jimin snorts every time he sees the name. Chaelin put Mingyu’s number in his phone for him, so territorial.

Hoseok walks Jimin out to the front of the dance studio, where Mingyu waits in the car. As Jimin is about to open the car door, he feels his omega raise its head.

He feels like he’s being watched, so his eyes dart around. He turns his head, looking for anything unusual, but he doesn’t see anything. His eyebrows furrow, wondering if he was mistaken.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the car window being rolled down. 

“Jimin? Are you ready?” Mingyu asks, confusion all over his face.

“Ah, yes. Sorry Hyung, lets go.”

Jimin brushes it off, thinking he must be sensitive since he’s not feeling well. Definitely need my nest.

☾

Mood: Snooze - Sza

It’s been more than a few days, and Jimin still feels off. 

Thankfully, he’s at least able to eat now, but certain foods and smells have been making him nauseous, and he always feels tired. 

To top it all off, he’s missing his alpha again. They’re like ships passing in the night at this point. Any other time, he would have devised a scheme to snatch his alpha back, but he just doesn't have the energy for it.

So instead, he finds himself raiding Jungkook’s closet one evening after showering. He finds a black hoodie doused in Jungkook’s scent and quickly puts it on. 

He’s drowning in it, and he loves it. Jimin sighs in contentment, feeling wrapped in warm bourbon.

He grabs another of Jungkook’s hoodies and a shirt, then heads to his closet to put on his favorite purple booty shorts.

He takes Jungkook’s clothes with him to the living room and grabs the blankets lying on the back of the couch. Bam watches him curiously from the kitchen.

He arranges the pillows and blankets on one side of the couch and lays Jungkook’s clothes on top of the pillows near his face.

He grabs the remote and enters his mini nest that smells like vanilla cupcakes spiked with bourbon. 

“Bam-ie, do you wanna wait for Alpha with me?” Bam runs and jumps on the couch, making Jimin giggle and pat the blankets, wanting Bam close. He smiles as Bam curls up, half on top of his legs.

He’s determined to stay awake until Jungkook gets home, so he turns on the TV and decides to watch Street Man Fighter , hoping the dancing and music will keep him awake.

He makes it through one and a half episodes before he falls asleep. 

When he starts to awaken, his omega is already purring. His lungs are filled with a rich and smoky scent. Alpha must be home.

He happily opens his eyes but startles when he realizes he’s in his main nest in their bedroom, Jungkook nowhere to be found. He pouts when he sees the sun streaming through the cracks of the curtain, and his pout grows even bigger when he sees that it's already nine am.

He can’t believe he fell asleep, and Jungkook didn’t even wake him up. He hastily calls Jungkook. The alpha answers promptly after two rings.

“Baby.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Jimin whines.

Jungkook chuckles, “I tried to.”

“You didn’t try hard enough. I waited for you,” snaps Jimin. He’s feeling sensitive.

“You haven’t seen your thighs yet, have you, kitten?”

Jimin sits up to throw the covers back and gasps. His inner thighs are littered with love bites. He blushes profusely. 

“You must have been tired.”  

Jimin belatedly realizes he can’t smell any trace of his own scent. 

Jungkook must have given him a full-body scenting, where an alpha scents not only the neck but also the wrists and groin. It's a very intimate act, and Jimin is sad to have missed it. How did I even sleep through that?

“What are you doing today, baby?”

Jimin falls back down on the bed. “Hm, no work today. I think I’ll invite Taemin and Hoseok over.”

Jungkook hums in response. “Eat some breakfast. There’s a lot of fruit.”

Jimin’s heart aches. Yesterday, he texted Jungkook complaining that he was craving fruit for breakfast, but there wasn’t any in the house. 

“Why aren’t you here in bed with me?” Jimin pouts.

“I’m trying, baby,” says Jungkook, sounding exhausted.

“Okay, Alpha.”

After their call, he sends Jungkook a cute selfie of him lying in bed, hoping it makes his alpha happy. 

He texts Taemin and Hoseok to see if they want to come over for lunch. They excitedly agree, saying they will bring food.

Since he has a few hours before his friends arrive, he decides to have a relaxing soak in the bath after breakfast.

After he gets dressed, he flits around the house obsessing over making sure their home looks presentable for his friends. His omega feels restless as if nothing is prepared, nothing is ready.

He repositions the pillows on the couch multiple times, straightens the picture frames gracing the walls, and swipes at invisible dust for a third time. Not even realizing what he’s doing. 

Bam follows him from room to room. Before he knows it, the doorbell is ringing. He’s startled from his cleaning trance, and his fuzzy-socked feet carry him to the door to greet his friends.

“We’re here!” Hoseok says, happily holding up bags of takeout.

“Come in, come in,” Jimin says, stepping aside to let them into the house. 

“Whoa, your house is insane,” Taemin says in awe. He’s looking around, taking in the luxurious home. It’s the first time Jimin is having them over since he moved in with Jungkook.

Bam greets them both cheerfully, familiar with Jimin’s friends. 

Hoseok looks taken aback when he looks up at Jimin after petting Bam. He points at Jimin and brings his hand down, pointing out his outfit, “ What are you wearing?”

Jimin blushes and looks down at his clothes. 

His friends are used to seeing him dressed impeccably in designer clothes that hug his curves, even when he’s wearing lounge clothes. 

Today, he looks like a mess.

His hair is tousled from a quick blow-dry, and his face is bare. He’s wearing a forest green hoodie that’s at least three sizes too big and baggy grey sweatpants that look like they could fall off any minute. His feet can barely be seen if it weren't for the baby pink fuzzy socks peeking out.

Taemin smirks, “You can’t tell, Hyung?”

Hoseok looks at Taemin, confused. “Tell what?”

Jimin just stands there, embarrassed, scrunching the hoodie in his small hands. 

It’s no secret how infatuated he is with his alpha, but they don’t know the extent of his neediness, and he’s feeling weirdly vulnerable today.

“Those are Jungkook Hyung's clothes.”

Understanding washes over Hoseok’s face before he looks over at Jimin fondly. “When did you become so cute?”

Jimin scoffs, “I’ve always been this cute.”

He gives them a tour of the house. They spend a long time in Jimin’s closet trying on his clothes and shoes, gabbing about anything and everything. 

When Taemin complains about being hungry, they migrate to the kitchen and set up the food on the dining table. They brought Samgye-tang , a healthy chicken soup. Jimin feels warm inside knowing they chose it because he hasn’t been feeling well. 

He sits down at the table. Hoseok serves him a hefty bowl of soup. Jimin stirs the soup, and the smell tickles his nose. He starts to feel a little nauseous. 

He only had some fruit when he first woke up, so he thinks maybe he just needs to eat more. 

He brings a spoonful of soup to his mouth, but he gags and covers his mouth before he can eat it. “Are you okay?” both of his friends ask, startled.

Jimin wants to answer, but feels some telltale signs. If he doesn't run to the bathroom right now, he'll empty his stomach at the table. So he bolts, leaving Hoseok and Taemin stunned.

As he finishes dry heaving, he feels Taemin’s warm hand rub his back soothingly. He’s so tired of this.

He brushes his teeth and sits on the closed toilet. Hoseok hands him a glass of water and asks, “What happened?”

“I think it was the smell of the chicken.”

“But you love Samgye-tang,” Taemin says, confused.

“I thought you said you’ve been able to eat again?” asks Hoseok.

“I–I have. But some food and smells have still been making me throw up.” 

Hoseok and Taemin look at each other with a knowing look that Jimin catches. He starts to feel anxious, scent turning slightly sour, not knowing what they’re thinking.

“W–What is it?” he asks nervously.

“Jimin,” Taemin says slowly. He kneels in front of Jimin, grabbing his sweater paw hand.

“Min, I think you should take a pregnancy test.”

Jimin’s eyes widen in shock, staring back at Taemin. He looks up at Hoseok, who purses his lips and nods slightly. 

Jimin looks down at the floor when everything starts to piece together.

The vomiting, the sensitivity to smells. He’s exhausted all the time and more emotional than usual. He’s been obsessively nesting, and his omega feels restless.

“O–Okay,” He whispers, still looking at the ground. He feels Taemin squeeze his hand.

“I’ll go get some tests.”

Taemin quickly leaves and returns with two pregnancy tests.

His friends sit on the edge of the bathtub as Jimin paces back and forth, waiting for the results.

Strangely, his omega doesn’t feel restless. It feels content somehow, as if finding this out was what it needed all this time.

The timer Hoseok set echoes loudly in the bathroom. Jimin tenses and somehow feels like he knows the answer before he even sees the results.

He can hear his friends hold their breath as he walks over to the tests on the counter. He stares at the tests for a while before registering what he sees.

Two red lines.

On both tests.

“I–It’s positive,” he says in a whisper that feels loud in the silent bathroom. 

Jimin’s scent bursts without warning. Milky sweet vanilla fills the bathroom. His omega is elated, jumping and yipping happily inside his chest.

Hoseok gasps and covers his mouth in shock. “Whoa,” Taemin chuckles at Jimin’s blooming scent. “Smells like an ice cream parlor in here.”

His friends are about to congratulate him until they start to smell sour milk. Tears trickle down Jimin’s face, and Hoseok stutters, “W–Why?”

Taemin rushes to Jimin and wraps him in a hug. Jimin’s mind is running a mile a minute. 

He’s pregnant with Jungkook’s pup. The alpha that he’s crazy about. The strong dominant alpha who takes care of him so so well. 

He’s happy, truly. 

Yet Jimin’s insecurities are threatening to consume him. They haven’t been together that long, only six months. What if Jungkook doesn’t want a pup?

Sure, they’ve talked about breeding during sex, but that’s just dirty talk. Right?

They haven’t even said they love each other yet.

Which hasn't bothered him before because he already knows Jungkook loves him. The alpha is rough around the edges and sometimes a man of few words, but Jimin can feel the love in everything Jungkook does for him.

But now, the fact that they haven’t voiced it to one another has his insecurities doubling. Thoughts of Jungkook leaving him bounce around in his head. 

Just like my alpha parent.

“What is it?” Taemin asks after giving Jimin a moment to process.

“W–What if he’s not happy I’m pupped? What if he leaves me?” He says with quivering lips.

Taemin and Hoseok are stunned at Jimin’s confession. “Min, c'mon,” says Taemin.

“He may be a big, scary alpha, but he’s down bad for you.”

Hoseok chuckles lightly, “We couldn’t even smell you until right now when your scent went crazy. I’m surprised Jungkook hasn’t bitten your neck by now.”

That gets Jimin to laugh softly.

“We see the way he looks at you and takes care of you. You have nothing to worry about.”

“How do you feel about it?” Taemin asks.

Jimin smiles, “I’m happy.”

☾

Jimin goes to the doctor to confirm his pregnancy the next day. He tells Jungkook he’s just going for a regular check-up. 

When Jungkook asks if he wants him to make time to go with him, Jimin frantically comes up with an excuse. He tells his alpha he’s going to an omega-only clinic and that he won’t be allowed inside. Jungkook surprisingly buys the excuse.

Jimin is waiting in a private room after having his blood drawn. Taemin is in the waiting room. He came with Jimin for support since he hasn’t told Jungkook yet.

The door opens, and his doctor, a middle-aged female omega, walks in. “Well, Jimin, you’re definitely pregnant.”

Jimin isn’t surprised, but he’s still confused about how he got pregnant when he’s been on birth control and he hasn’t shared a heat with Jungkook yet. His last heat was right before they started dating. He explains it to the doctor.

She reads over his file again, contemplating Jimin’s question. “You’re a dominant omega, yes?”

“Y–Yes.”

“Dominant omegas are extremely fertile. They have roughly a ten percent chance of getting pregnant outside of heats.” 

Jimin vaguely remembers learning this in sex education class in high school.

“What sub-gender is your partner?”

“D–Dominant alpha.”

The doctor hums, “And if you happened to forget to take your birth control pills correctly, this was bound to happen.”

“How far along am I?”

“About 10 weeks.”

It dawns on Jimin that this must be the result of their passionate night after he danced at Seven. He covers his face with his hand when he remembers he took his birth control pills late two days in a row, when he hadn’t seen Jungkook for two weeks. His whole schedule was thrown off.

“Do you want to do an ultrasound before you go?”

Jimin’s scent sweetens, “Yes, please.”

Jimin clutches the sonogram tightly and stares at it fondly while Taemin drives them to lunch. 

“When are you going to tell Jungkook Hyung?”

“Soon,” He says as he looks out the window. A sudden craving slams into him out of nowhere.

“I want spicy pork,” Jimin blurts out.

Taemin laughs, “And so it begins.” 

☾

Mood: Million - Jay Park

“Amazing job today, everyone!” Jimin says as he claps excitedly. “We’ll pick it back up next week.”

Jimin just finished teaching a late afternoon dance class. A few students ask him for help on some dance moves from today’s choreography, and he gladly helps them.

He starts to gather his belongings in the corner of the room to leave the studio for the day. Dancers linger around the room, chatting while they put their shoes on and pack up. 

Jimin hears some whispers and a small gasp, but pays it no mind. He figures they must be looking at something on their phones.

“Oh my god, he’s so hot.” He hears someone whisper yell.

Jimin bends down to put his shoes on when a familiar rich bourbon scent caresses his nose, and he freezes.

“Kitten,” he hears a husky voice say.

Jimin whips around to see Jungkook leaning against the mirror on the other side of the dance room, his arms crossed, like he’s been waiting for the omega to notice. 

Jungkook's biceps look ready to burst out of his long-sleeve black turtleneck. His black slacks are fitted, and a designer belt cinches his lean waist. A chunky gold chain lies around his neck, and a gold Rolex adorns his wrist.

His jet black hair is slicked back, and his lip ring glints under the lights as he smirks. 

The sight has his omega ready to leak slick right there and then. He pushes the thought out of his head to focus on the fact that his alpha is here .

His scent blooms as his face lights up.

Jimin runs excitedly and jumps into his alpha's arms, wrapping his legs around his waist. 

With arms around Jungkook's neck, he kisses him passionately. He whines when he breaks away from the kiss and turns his head to expose his neck. 

Jungkook’s chest rumbles, pleased. He knows exactly what Jimin wants. 

He grips the back of his neck and dives in, scenting him thoroughly. Neither of them has any shame as they whimper and growl in public. 

Dancers walk by, snickering and mouths wide open in shock. 

Jimin feels like he’s floating when Jungkook’s done. He’s purring so loudly, smiling prettily, and his eyes are glazed over when Jungkook pulls back.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, baby,” says Jungkook as he brushes hair from Jimin’s face, waiting for him to return to his senses. 

“You’re here,” Jimin whispers as if he might be dreaming.

“I’m here.”

Jungkook hums and stares at him for a moment. His eyes flit across Jimin’s face like he’s taking in every detail. 

He gives Jimin a wet sloppy kiss before he pats Jimin on his ass and sets him down.

“Let’s go out to dinner,” Jungkook says as he walks to the other side of the room to pick up Jimin’s bag and shoes.

Jimin squeals internally, watching Jungkook’s muscles move and flex from where he stands.

  Alpha is so fine.

“I’m not going looking like this,” Jimin says, crossing his arms, shifting his weight to one side.

He’s wearing one of Jungkook’s workout shirts and some leggings. He didn't put any jewelry on, and he's bare-faced, thinking he was going straight home after class.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow, "What's wrong with how you look?" His eyes run up and down the omega's body. "You look like you're mine."

“And I am ,” Jimin says with pink-dusted cheeks. 

“But I’m not going out with you looking like you came out of a Louis Vuitton photoshoot while I look like a bum,” he exaggerates with sass. 

Jimin snatches the shoes Jungkook holds out for him. He hears the alpha chuckle as he puts his shoes on.

As soon as he stands up, Jungkook grabs his cheeks with one hand, making his lips pucker. The alpha gives him two quick kisses. "Fine. We'll go home first."

He lets go of Jimin's face to grab his hand, spins him around, and leads him out of the studio.

 ☾

Jimin buckles his platform wedge sandals nervously. He’s thrilled to be going on a spontaneous date with his alpha, but he still hasn’t told Jungkook he’s pupped yet.

He checks his outfit in a full-body mirror. He wanted to match Jungkook, so he’s wearing all black. 

He chose a sleeveless crop top with a large heart-shaped cutout on his chest exposing his smooth skin and high-waisted leather pants that hug every curve of his thighs and ass. 

He caresses his exposed tummy. 

He’s not showing yet, but his waist and hips look and feel softer. He wonders if his alpha will notice.

Despite his friends' reassurances, Jimin is still scared. He will have this baby no matter what, but he hopes Jungkook will want this too.

Jimin spent a lot of his life feeling unwanted by his alpha father, who left when he was a baby. When he got older, he cut ties with his omega mother, who blamed him for his father leaving them. 

Before he tells him, he’s determined to know how Jungkook would feel about having pups. He plans to sneakily interrogate his alpha without him knowing.

He smirks as he fixes his tousled hair. His gold dangling earrings make a tinkling sound as he turns this way and that.

His omega thinks it's a dumb idea, but Jimin doesn’t care. I need to know first .

He makes his way down the hall to the living room. He can hear Jungkook finishing up a call. Jimin sighs. His alpha is always needed.

“We’ll be leaving here soon. Make sure the boys are in position. I don’t want any interruptions tonight.”

Jimin rounds the corner just as Jungkook ends the call.

The alpha sits in an armchair, legs spread, looking at his phone as he pets Bam, who came to see what his alpha is up to.

He can see Jungkook’s nose twitch before he looks up. Eyes darkened with lust and his scent spikes with arousal as he traces Jimin’s body.

Jimin smiles and sways his hips as he approaches. Bam sniffs the air and slinks away, looking like he wants nothing to do with what's about to happen.

He slides into his alpha’s lap. A strong arm wraps around his waist pulling him close, the alpha’s nose diving into his neck. 

“Should we stay in?” Jungkook growls and breathes him in.

Jimin's scent sweetens, and he considers doing just that. Staying in, tangled in the sheets, and his alpha's warmth sounds–

His thoughts are interrupted by his stomach growling something fierce. He's hungry and craving spicy pork again . It's all he's been eating lately.

Jimin pats Jungkook's chest. “We can't. I'm starving, Hyung,” he whines.

He feels Jungkook’s arm tense, and his scent deepens with an earthy and clove undertone. It feels protective to Jimin, as if Jungkook's alpha needs to take his hunger away.

“Are you craving anything in particular–”

“Spicy pork,” Jimin says abruptly.

He tilts his head, looking up in thought. He mindlessly places a hand on his tummy.

“And dumplings. Hm. And japchae.” He nods his head cutely. 

When he looks back at Jungkook, the alpha has a sly smirk. “W–What? Is that okay?”

“Of course.” Jungkook leans forward to whisper in his ear, “Spicy pork is my favorite.”

Jungkook stands up with Jimin in his arms and sets him down. “Grab your things,” he says as he makes a call.

“Mingyu, meet us at Dasom Ahjumma’s place instead.” 

Jimin stands there with a hand over his ear and heated cheeks for a moment before he rushes to grab his bag. 

It slipped his mind that spicy pork is Jungkook's favorite dish. He smiles fondly. This pup is already just like their alpha.

 ☾

Jimin slides into a corner booth at one of their favorite restaurants. It's not a fancy place, it's a homey restaurant run by an ahjumma his alpha has known since he was a teenage pup.

They stand out like a sore thumb, completely overdressed, but Jimin and his alpha never go anywhere looking less than perfect. 

They’re a sight to behold together.

Jungkook slides into the booth next to him. Jimin immediately plasters himself against the alpha, so he rests his arm along the back of the booth.

A waitress comes to take their order. Jungkook orders everything Jimin said he was craving and adds a few more dishes he likes to eat.

Jimin remembers the phone call Jungkook had at the house. He could have sworn he heard the alpha tell Mingyu to meet them at the restaurant, but he's nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Mingyu Hyung?”

“He’s around.”

“Is he going to eat with us?”

“No, baby.” Jimin looks at Jungkook confused.

“I have them working as our security entourage while we’re out tonight.”

“Are things that bad?” Jimin asks, concerned for his alpha. Jungkook looks to be in thought, like he wants to carefully word what he’s about to say. 

“We’ve been dealing with some persistent pests, but they’ll be taken care of soon.” 

Jimin can see the way Jungkook’s jaw clenches. “Which is why I need you to take the bodyguards I assigned you, everywhere.”

Jimin sighs. He doesn’t really like having a bunch of alphas following him everywhere, even if they are very friendly and respectful.

“I’m not fucking around,” Jungkook says in a serious tone sensing Jimin's complaints. “Don’t fight me on this, baby.”

Jimin pouts and hides his face in Jungkook’s neck. “Okay, okay.”

He hears the sound of laughter and peeks over Jungkook's shoulder. He sees two pups giggling and playing with crayons at a table across the restaurant. They look to be no older than three years old.

Perfect. Time to get some answers.

“Alpha.”

“Hm?”

“Look at those puppies over there, aren't they so cute?” he says as he takes a sip of water. He watches as Jungkook barely glances at the table. 

“What? You want one?”

Jimin chokes on his water. Jungkook takes the glass from his hand and pats him on the back. 

“W-What?”

Jungkook laughs, and Jimin doesn't miss the mischievous look on his face. 

“They’re cute, kitten.”

Jimin is delighted that Jungkook finds them cute, but he really wants to know if he would want to have pups of his own . He starts to think of a way to find out.

Jungkook interrupts his train of thought, “A pup that looks like you would be better, though.”

Jimin looks up at the alpha with wide eyes. He can't help the way his scent sweetens. He’s flustered and doesn’t know what to say. Luckily, the waiter comes to his rescue with the food.

Jimin waits patiently as Jungkook assesses the food and makes sure nothing smells off. His omega purrs at the act.

Jungkook serves him a hefty portion of spicy pork, and Jimin digs in. He bounces happily, making satisfied sounds as he eats.

The food tastes so good that he momentarily forgets the second phase of his plan.

He feels Jungkook's hand caress his neck and give a gentle squeeze. “Good?”

“So good, Alpha.”

Jungkook's scent is pleased at providing for his omega. Jimin chatters happily about this and that. Jungkook takes it upon himself to make sure Jimin eats by feeding him.

He hears the laughs of the pups he pointed out earlier and finally remembers his goal.

“One of the dancers at the studio was telling us that his omega sister is pregnant.”

Jimin peers at Jungkook. He’s busy putting more food on Jimin's plate, he hums to let Jimin know he's listening.

“She told her alpha that he pupped her. You know what he said? He said he didn't want any pups and left her!” Jimin explains.

“She's devastated, that can't be good for the pup.”

Jungkook hums again and feeds Jimin a dumpling that he easily accepts. “Can you believe that, Hyung?”

“That’s not an alpha. Alphas take responsibility.”

It’s good, but Jimin needs more.

“What would you do, Alpha?” Jimin turns his upper body towards Jungkook and leans in. Jungkook sets down his chopsticks and wraps his arm around Jimin’s waist.

“Keep my pupped omega well-fed and fucked well.”

There’s fire in Jungkook’s eyes, something possessive. Jimin feels like he could be eaten alive by his alpha’s stare. For a moment, it feels like Jungkook knows–

“Eat some more japchae, baby,” he says unbothered.

Jimin’s phone rings as he eats the japchae offered to him. He checks who is calling and sees it's Taemin, so he answers and puts him on speaker.

“Did you see my text?”

“No, I’m at dinner.”

“Ugh, I’m bored. Let’s go dancing at–”

Jungkook growls. It's loud enough for Taemin to hear because he’s stunned into silence for a moment.

“Ah, you’re with the big bad wolf.”

Jimin laughs so hard at that he topples over into Jungkook’s lap. He misses the alpha’s fond smile at Jimin’s cuteness.

Once Jimin calms down and wipes the laughing tears from his eyes, he tries to see if Jungkook will actually go dancing.

“Alpha, let’s go dancing. It’s been so long since we did that together.” Jimin pleads and uses his best puppy eyes. “We’re already dressed for it.”

He leans in and bats his eyelashes. His scent sweetens easily at the thought of having Jungkook’s body pressed against his on the dance floor.

“Euphoria,” Jungkook says simply.

“Yes!” Taemin says excitedly, knowing what Jungkook means. Euphoria is a nightclub owned by Jungkook’s entertainment company.

Jimin squeals and bounces in excitement. “Meet us there, ho!”

☾

Mood: Slow - Ciara ft. Jackson Wang

Euphoria is a burlesque-inspired nightclub. Artists from Jeon Entertainment often perform intimate shows, and various entertainers perform at the club on any given night.

Jungkook says nothing to the bouncers as they hold the door open for him. He walks by hand in hand with Jimin.

They enter a VIP section and sit in the middle of a large round booth covered in dark green velvet. 

A waitress comes to their booth to take drink orders. Jungkook orders Hennessey on the rocks and turns to look at Jimin with a hesitant expression. Usually, the alpha orders Jimin’s favorite cosmopolitan drink without asking. Odd .

Jimin knows he can’t drink since he’s pregnant, but he was worried Jungkook would get suspicious if he said he didn’t want to drink. He originally planned to act like he took a sip and then keep his alpha’s attention occupied.

“Cosmopolitan,” says Jimin to the waitress. He decides to stick to the plan.

“Min!”

Jimin hears his name being called and turns his head to find Taemin appearing from the crowd on the dancefloor. He already has an alpha attached to his back. Taemin waves them over and starts to dance the alpha.

Jimin laughs and shakes his head. “Are you ready to dance, Hyung?” Jungkook stands up, and Jimin pulls his alpha to the dance floor. 

Jungkook pulls on Jimin's hand and spins him around so his back is to the alpha's chest. Arms wrap around Jimin's waist, and he leans his head on the alpha's shoulder. He arches his back and swivels his hips.

Jungkook kisses and nips at Jimin's neck as they sway to the beat.

Jimin playfully unwinds Jungkook's arms and turns around to face the alpha. He backs up while he dances seductively. He crooks his pointer finger at Jungkook to lure him. 

With a smirk, Jungkook indulges the omega.

Jimin turns around and bends down to the ground and slowly brings his ass up shaking it enticingly at Jungkook, who welcomes the show. He wraps Jimin up in his arms again, and they grind against each other, getting lost in the music.

Jungkook feels his phone ring and takes it out of his pocket, checking the caller ID. 

“Yoongi is calling. I’ll go to the table to talk to him,” says Jungkook.

Jimin pouts, “Don’t be long.” 

“Stay with Taemin.” Jungkook gives him a peck on the lips and heads to their table.

Taemin snatches Jimin up as soon as he notices Jungkook leaving the dance floor. 

“This is our song!”  Taemin yells. 

☾

Mood: Tunnel Vision - Eric Bellinger

After dancing to a few songs, Jimin looks to the table in search of Jungkook.

He finds the alpha sitting in the middle of their booth, still on the phone. Jimin's eyebrows furrow as he sees a young man and woman approaching the booth. From what he can tell, they look like omegas.

Jimin's own omega raises its head, not liking the sight.

He sees Jungkook get off the phone and grab his drink. Jimin vaguely registers that no other drink is on the table. Did they not bring my cosmopolitan?

The omegas look like they want to get closer to Jungkook but are hesitant. 

The woman flips her hair and turns to the side, arching her back to show off her body. The man is a bit bolder. He dares to sit at the end of the booth with his body towards Jungkook, legs crossed. They're flirting with Alpha .

Jungkook says nothing as he glances at the omegas, face stoic. He takes a sip of his drink and then spreads both arms on the back of the booth, legs spread.

A nasty feeling sets fire in Jimin. His omega’s hair stands up, and his scent begins to sour.

Jungkook's eyes suddenly snap to him, and Jimin is momentarily stunned.

He feels Taemin put his arm around his shoulder. “What's wrong?”

Jimin says nothing. He can't seem to break his eyes away.

Taemin searches for what has Jimin's rapt attention. “Ah, looks like there’s trash at our table.”

He turns his head to look at Jimin. “Whatcha gonna do, Min? I think the trash needs to be taken out,” Taemin snickers.

Jimin's eyes glow purple, his omega can’t stand to see other omegas flocking to their alpha any longer.

Taemin smacks Jimin on the ass and sends him on his way.

Jimin struts over to the booth. He brushes past the woman with a small growl, bumping her shoulder. He doesn't spare them a single glance. He keeps his eyes locked on his alpha, who now has a ghost of a smirk on his face.

Jimin straddles Jungkook's lap and caresses his chest. He hears one of the omegas scoff. “What a whor–.”

Jungkook's scent flares possessively and angrily. His thick smoky bourbon scent barrels into the unwanted company. 

They gasp loudly. The woman's knees buckle and she stumbles onto the booth.

Jungkook's eyes are blood red. He pulls Jimin close by his waist, grips his neck and kisses him deeply, a clash of teeth and tongue.

When they break away from the kiss, Jimin looks back at the omegas and sees them scrambling to get away from them. Pathetic.

☾

Mood: Trust me - Penomeco

He feels Jungkook squeeze his ass and grip his hips. Jimin turns back to look at his handsome alpha.

He wants to relish in his attention and affection but he can't shake that ugly feeling. His insecurities are rushing to the surface again.

Jungkook is older than him, six years older. He's well aware that his alpha is more experienced and has had his fair share of partners. 

That doesn't bother Jimin, really. What does bother him is not knowing if Jungkook is as obsessed with him as he is with the alpha.

He wants to be Jungkook's best and last .

He thought he didn't need to hear those words from Jungkook's mouth. But he does .

He thinks if he doesn't hear it, he might actually go insane before he can even birth this pup. That’s why he can't stop himself from blurting out, “D–Do you love me?”

Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. He looks taken back. 

Jimin starts to regret even asking. He doesn't know what he'll do if he hears any answer that doesn't mean yes.

“Of course I do. Did you think otherwise?”

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise. The alpha answered so easily, as if Jimin should know the answer already.

“Y–You’ve never said it.”

Jungkook sighs. He brushes Jimin's hair back to look at his beautiful face.

“I'm a bad alpha, baby.”

Jimin shakes his head in disagreement. Jungkook’s large hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“I am. I do bad things and I rarely feel remorse for it.” His thumb brushes over Jimin’s lips slowly.

“I don't deserve you. But you are mine .” 

Jungkook has a wild look in his eyes as they glow red.

“You drive me fucking crazy kitten, but my devotion to you knows no bounds.”

The hand on his cheek feels scorching hot as it slowly wraps around to the back of Jimin’s neck as he speaks. He pulls Jimin's face closer, their noses touching.

Their breaths mingle, and Jungkook’s lips brush against his as he speaks. 

“You became my purpose the moment you fucking became mine.”

Jimin is speechless as he hangs on his alpha's every word.

“Everything I do, I do for you. And there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make you feel loved and safe.” 

Jungkook’s eyes return to his deep brown.

“So yes, Omega. I love you.”

Jimin's eyes glisten with tears as he whispers, “A–Alpha.”

“Yes, baby?”

“Kiss me.”

They share a kiss so sweet, tasting of love and devotion. Jimin can't help but want more, everything the alpha can give him.

His omega is almost frantic with how much he needs to feel the alpha close. The sweetness soon turns sultry and decadent.

His scent deepens in richness and cinnamon. 

His arms wrap around Jungkook’s neck tightly. Mewling and whimpering as Jungkook explores his mouth. Jimin’s hips rock, wanting to feel the friction of their bodies.

Jungkook growls into Jimin’s mouth and pulls his head back by his hair, breaking the kiss. 

“If we don’t leave this fucking club right now, I might end up killing the first piece of shit that I see take in a lung full of your scent.”

He gets up with Jimin wrapped around his body in a vice grip. He's lost in a daze, littering his alpha's neck with kisses. His omega having completely taken over.

“Let’s fucking go.”

☾

Mood: Drown - Baekhyun

Jungkook tosses Jimin on their bed with a flourish. He bends down from the side of the bed and kisses Jimin deeply. 

Jimin lifts his arms cutely, and the alpha pulls his top off. He unbuttons Jimin’s pants and tugs off the leather pants, but is met with resistance. Jimin’s leather pants are like a second skin. They are so tight.

Jungkook continues to pull at them with little progress, growling in annoyance.

“Baby, you look fucking hot, but I’m about to rip these pants to pieces if they don’t come off soon.”

Jimin laughs so hard he rolls over onto his stomach. Jungkook slaps his ass playfully.

“Here, Alpha,” Jimin says as he rolls back over. He pulls the top of the pants back as if peeling them off his body. Jungkook understands quickly and takes over peeling them off. 

He rids Jimin of his panties before he stands and works on his clothes.

Jungkook pulls his shirt over his head, and Jimin feels hot all over his body, admiring his alpha.

His alpha.

His alpha, who loves him.

The father of his pup.

He feels so lucky to have such a strong and virile alpha he can call his own, an alpha who gives his all to keep him satisfied. 

He knows he should tell Jungkook about the pregnancy now that he’s not worried about his reaction, but Jimin wants just one more night, just for two of them.

While Jimin is in his feelings, his omega, on the other hand, is more concerned with skipping right to making pup number two, if the slick pooling between his legs is any indication.

“C’mon, Alpha,” he whines.

Jungkook freezes with his pants in his hands, looking like he’s about to fold them. How can he fold pants at a time like this.

He looks at Jimin with a raised eyebrow at the impatience in his voice.

Jimin smirks. He spreads his legs and trails a graceful hand down to the slick dripping from his hole. He gathers some on two fingers and brings it to his lush lips to suck it off seductively.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Jimin purrs.

Jungkook’s eyes darken immediately. He tosses the pants over his shoulder and stalks towards him.

“Yeah, for something sweet.”

He flips over the giggling omega and pulls his hips up. Jungkook spreads his cheeks and dives in with a growl. 

He licks up all the slick that's gathered, licks around the rim, and gently nips at Jimin’s hole teasingly before he gets to work.

His tongue enters, and the alpha is relentless and loud . He grunts, growls, and slurps– sounding like he’s feasting on a grand meal. 

Jimin squirms and balls up the sheets in his hands. He’s so lost in pleasure he doesn’t realize he's muffling his moans in the sheets before it's too late.

A hard smack lands on his ass. Jimin bucks forward, moaning prettily as he lifts his head, panting. 

“You know better,” says Jungkook before getting back to work. 

Jimin reaches his first orgasm embarrassingly fast. “A–Alpha c–coming,” Jimin chokes out.

“Go ahead, baby.”

Jimin comes and his limbs give out, collapsing on the bed. Jungkook pats his ass, “Good?”

Jimin rolls over and nods his head before adding an ‘okay’ signal with his hand. He wants to let Jungkook know he’s still present and not just nodding mindlessly in his subspace yet.

“K–Knot?” Jimin asks as his breath returns to normal.

The alpha hums. “Of course, my kitten isn’t satisfied unless he’s knotted.”

He kisses up Jimin’s thighs and stops at his soft tummy. Jimin looks down, biting his lip as he watches his alpha.

He feels Jungkook’s nose lightly brush across his stomach before he places a few sweet kisses and then continues his path up to Jimin’s blushing face.

Jungkook holds his omega’s face gently as he kisses him deeply. When he breaks away from the kiss Jimin can see love in his alpha’s eyes and he can’t look away.

“C’mere,” says the alpha as he lifts himself up, bringing Jimin with him with one hand behind his back and another on his lower back. 

Jungkook sits on his heels, his knees spread and Jimin’s legs straddling him. He positions his cock at Jimin’s entrance.

“Look at me.”

Jimin wraps his arms around Jungkook’s neck and meets his gaze as his alpha lowers him down on his cock slowly.

Jimin feels like he’s already starting to slip, just feeling the stretch and the way Jungkook cradles him securely. His eyes begin to close naturally.

He feels a hand on his neck giving a squeeze, “Eyes on me, baby.”

Jimin obeys, and Jungkook starts to rock into him. It’s different from how they usually make love. It's slow and deep, and Jimin feels like their souls are bonding forever. He wonders if mating feels like this.

He’s drowning in that bourbon spiced with clove and nutmeg, and tonight it even smells sweet. Jimin wants it to seep into his skin and never leave. 

He wants to stay like this forever, feel connected to Jungkook forever. 

He’s overwhelmed with emotion as Jungkook picks up the pace, feeling him impossibly deep.

“A–Alpha.”

“Hm?” Jungkook grunts.

“Alpha, never leave me,” Jimin whispers as tears fall. Not sad tears, but tears of passion and love.

“Never,” Jungkook says firmly. “Nothing can take me from you.”

Jungkook thrusts up into Jimin with precision and power. He pulls Jimin down to meet his thrusts as the omega pants and moans. 

“Not even death,” says Jungkook.

He kisses Jimin deeply and speaks against his lips, “It's you and me, baby.”

Jimin feels his climax wash over him as Jungkook’s knot locks them together, and the alpha follows.

As he falls asleep with his head tucked into his alpha’s neck, he whispers, “I love you, Alpha.”

“I love you too, baby.” 

Jungkook kisses his temple, “My pretty spitfire.”

☾

Mood: Baby Powder - Jenevieve

Jimin’s been tossing and turning in bed for hours since Jungkook left.

He was able to wake up when his alpha was scenting him this morning, which led to some slow and deep early morning sex. 

He’s had a permanent pout on his face ever since Jungkook’s knot went down, knowing he would have to leave.

The pests will be taken care of today, kitten.

Jungkook promised him that things will go back to normal and they'll be able to spend more time together.

It’s been a couple of days since their surprise date. 

Now that Jimin doesn’t have any worries about how Jungkook will react to the pregnancy, he wants to tell his alpha the big news in a really cute way.

He’s been researching fun ways to tell your partner that you’re pupped.

While he was scrolling through tons of ideas yesterday, one in particular caught his eye.

Furbabies are cuter than storks

Jimin squeaks excitedly. He can already picture Bam with a basket filled with adorable pup clothes and socks, bringing it to Jungkook in the living room.

He thinks the alpha will love it.

Hoseok said he would help him, so they made plans to meet for lunch today and then go to a boutique pup store.

He’s looking super soft today wearing a fuzzy light purple sweater, black ripped skinny jeans, and black platform creepers. 

He wanted to be wrapped up in Jungkook’s clothes, but he also wants to wear as many of his clothes as he can before he's way too big for them.

“Bam-ie, I’m gonna need your help later,” Jimin singsongs as he kisses Bam’s head.

He grabs his bag when he hears his phone ping with a message.

My Big Scary Alpha 💖💋🍆

Stay home, baby. I’m sending a couple more guards to the house.

Jimin's scent sours as he reads the text. 

No no no. He can’t stay home. He has to get the pup clothes for the surprise.

He has to tell Jungkook about the pup as soon as possible. He’s already put it off for too long, and he started feeling guilty about hiding the secret after their date night.  

Jungkook deserves this. 

He deals with too many dark and dangerous things every day. Jimin just wants to make a good memory for his alpha. 

He checks the time. Hoseok should almost be here to pick him up anyway. Just lunch, the pup store, and back home, that’s all.

I’m doing this for him. He’ll thank me later .

Jimin sends a quick text back, Okay, Alpha . He grabs his bag and heads out to meet Hoseok.

He knows the bodyguards will probably follow him. He just hopes they can get everything done first.

☾

 “What kind of things do you want to put in the basket?” Hoseok asks.

Jimin finishes munching on some french fries before answering, “A cute onesie, socks, pacifier? Things like that.”

“Oh!” Hoseok clasps his hands together excitedly. “Don’t forget to put the sonogram.”

Jimin’s eyes disappear as he smiles big and nods his head. His milky vanilla scent is delighted. 

“I hope he likes it, Hyung.”

“He’ll love it, Min!”

Jimin is almost done eating his sandwich when Hoseok’s phone rings. 

“ What? There’s a leak?” Hoseok runs a hand through his hair roughly. His fresh linen scent turning distressed.

“Okay, okay. Yeah I’ll be there.” He hangs up and looks at Jimin apologetically. 

“What happened?”

“There’s a big leak at the studio. I need to get over there right away.”

“O–Oh okay. Yeah you should go, Hyung.”

“I’m so sorry, Jimin. How about we go to the store tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we can go tomorrow,” Jimin says, even though he has every intention of going today. It has to be today. His omega can’t stand his alpha not knowing anymore. 

“Shit. How are you gonna get home? I should–”

“I’m sure Jungkook Hyung's men are probably waiting outside for me. I’ll have them take me home.” 

His friends know his alpha is involved in the underground, they are used to Jimin having bodyguards since he started dating Jungkook. They just don’t know the extent of it.

They pay the bill and say their goodbyes before heading to the front of the restaurant.

Two of Jungkook’s men, that Jimin recognizes immediately, approach as soon as Jimin steps out of the restaurant. 

Hoseok looks at Jimin unsure. He nods, “I’m good, Hyung.”

“Okay, let me know when you’re home.” Jimin smiles and waves as Hoseok leaves.

“Jeon wants us to take you home right now,” says Yugyeom, sounding urgent.

Jimin knows he has to come up with an excuse quick if he wants to be able to go to the store. So he quickly says the first thing he can think of.

“O–Okay, I just have to go to the bathroom first. I’m just going to use the restaurant’s bathroom real quick.”

He heads back into the restaurant before they can even respond and turns to check they aren’t following him once he turns the corner.

He follows the hallway to the bathroom but slips out the back exit instead. 

The boutique is only two stores down. He'll go in grab what he needs and then slip back into the restaurant. Easy.

What Jimin didn't account for is the way he becomes absolutely obsessed with every little thing in the store. There’s so many adorable clothes, little tiny hats and shoes. He wants to buy the whole shop.

He should probably keep that thought to himself. He’s sure Jungkook would actually buy the whole store if he said that out loud.

Jimin's handbasket is already filling up with multiple duplicates of darling onesies and socks when his eyes land on some soft black and white pup-sized Nike shoes that look just like a pair Jungkook has.

He doesn’t think twice before throwing them in his basket. 

Jimin takes a detour before heading to the register. He can't leave the store without some ultra-soft blankets, so he heads to the back of the store where the blankets are located.

His small hand is halfway to a light yellow blanket he spotted when his phone starts ringing, and he freezes. It's alpha .

His omega is suddenly alert, and an ominous feeling washes over him. Jungkook's men must be looking for him. He winces when he thinks his alpha is worried about him. He knows he should answer the call to calm Jungkook and quickly pay for his stuff.

He pulls his phone out of his bag and is about to answer the call when he feels a heavy hand on his mouth with a handkerchief. 

His phone and handbasket clatter to the floor as his hands instinctively grab onto the wrist, fiercely trying to pull it off. He's screaming as hard as he can, but it's muffled by the large hand.

He thrashes, trying to get away before an arm wraps around his waist. His panic state increases tenfold as the arm presses against his stomach. 

My pup he thinks in distress. Alpha his omega calls out desperately.

Jimin starts to feel drowsy and slowly loses control of his body. As darkness starts to creep into the corners of his eyes, he belatedly realizes this was the cause of the ominous feeling his omega sensed.

☾

Mood: Die for you - Dean

Jimin hears a door creak open and footsteps approaching as he slowly wakes up. 

His head is tilted downwards as his eyes flutter open. He winces when he feels the tight pressure of ropes around his wrists and ankles. 

“This is Jeon’s omega?”

Jimin slowly raises his head to look around the room, completely disoriented.

“ Fuck . I’ve never seen an omega like this.”

He tenses once he finally registers he’s in–what looks like–a warehouse surrounded by several alphas and betas. Their combined scents are repulsive, making him sick to his stomach.

Yet Jimin's scent overpowers theirs easily. The smell of a rotten, spoiled bakery fills the warehouse. He wonders how they can be in a room with him when his scent is so distressed he can barely withstand it himself.

“He looks like a doll.”

“Maybe we should have a taste,” says a short but muscular alpha. He’s probably the most decent looking out of the bunch, and that’s not saying much.

“Yah, Hyung will kill you if you touch him,” laughs a beta in the corner.

Jimin looks down to assess his body, he doesn’t know how long he’s been out. He startles when he sees his sweater is ripped down the center and the rips in his jeans are torn open. His chest and thighs are fully exposed.

Thankfully, he doesn’t see any marks, and his pants are still buttoned and zipped up. His eyes still sting, and he bites back a whimper at the thought of being touched by anyone else besides his alpha.

He hears someone snicker to his right. “Don’t worry, little omega. No one touched you inappropriately…yet.”

The door at the far end of the warehouse opens, and in walks a tall alpha with tattoos of a snake on his arm. He stops before Jimin and looks at him from head to toe. Jimin can smell the pleased, spicy arousal in the alpha’s scent.

“Get Jeon on the phone,” he says with a lecherous look in his gaze.

The mention of his alpha destroys Jimin’s valiant effort not to cry. A sob bursts from his mouth, and his body shakes. 

He ruined everything. He should have just stayed home in his nest. He should have listened to his alpha. He should have been a good omega, for once .

His mind is spiraling from one bad thought to another. He probably caused more trouble for Jungkook, and now he put himself and their pup in danger. 

He's failed them both.

The alpha takes the phone handed to him and puts it on speaker. “Jeon,” he says, keeping his eyes on Jimin as he cries.

A deep guttural growl rips through the phone. Jimin’s omega whimpers inside of him, and he sobs even louder.

“You’ve made the biggest fucking mistake of your life, Hoon.”

“Hm. I don’t know, Jeon. The tasty looking sight before me might be enough not to regret." The men around him laugh and snicker.

“You will die today.” Jimin can barely hear Jungkook’s menacing voice as he wails. 

Hoon laughs, “Not if you want this little omega back in one piece.”

“What do you fucking want?” Jungkook growls.

“Sign the contract we sent you to hand over control of all your arms deals and supplies.”

He steps closer to Jimin and traces a finger across his collarbone and down his chest. Jimin chokes on a sob at the touch. Jungkook snarls.

“Bring the contract yourself to the address I’ll send you.” 

“Fine. Put him on the fucking phone right now.” Hoon snickers and puts the phone near Jimin’s face.

“A–Alpha,” Jimin chokes out.

“Jimin–”

“Alpha I’m s–so sorry. I d–didn’t listen to you,” Jimin rambles desperately. If he doesn’t tell Jungkook now, he might never get the chance.

“Jimin–”

“I need to tell you something, Alpha. I’m s–sorry I didn’t tell you sooner–”

“I know, baby.”

“W–What?” Jimin says, completely shocked. 

“I know already, don’t worry about that. Wait for Alpha.”

“O–Okay,” Jimin whispers as he sniffles.

“Be my spitfire, kitten.” Jimin's eyes widen at Jungkook's words.

“Enough of that. Do what I asked, Jeon,” Hoon growls and hangs up the phone.

Jimin takes a deep, shaky breath and steels himself. Jungkook wants him to be strong and wait for him, so that's what he'll do.

“Now, what shall we do to kill some time, little omega?” Jimin’s scent sharpens. He raises his chin, his usual sass returning.

“We probably won’t have to wait long since you’ve pissed my alpha off,” he says with attitude.

Hoon passes the phone off. “I guess you weren’t listening, slut.” Jimin hates the word coming from his mouth.

“Your alpha is going to be busy elsewhere. Why don’t we have a little fun of our own?”

Jimin hates the lustful look in Hoon’s eyes. He will be damned if he doesn’t go down without a fight. Jimin is determined to hold on for his alpha and to protect his pup.

He looks down at the Hoon’s crotch and smirks. “You wouldn’t be able to satisfy me,” he laughs.

“My alpha is packing big time.”