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Ï“Please tell me this is the last box” Park Jimin huffed as he set the large box onto the ever-growing stack in the newly acquired apartment. The omega glanced slowly around the room, taking in the new environment for everything it had to offer. It was cozy, that’s for certain. His usual soft coconut scent spiked slightly in pleasure.
“Who knew we had so much shit” Jeon Jungkook huffed, carrying the final – although considerably smaller - box inside. His dark hair fell in a set of sweaty tuffs across his forehead. The soon to be college graduate had dressed in a pair of tight sweatpants and baggy t-shirt. Knowing that he would be getting some dirty work done he shied away from his typical expensive clothing.
“How we had space in that tiny ass dorm room of ours to accumulate this much is beyond me,” Jimin sighed, eyeing the boxes with angry distaste. Although, for four years worth of time spent together this likely wasn’t as overwhelming as it could’ve been. Plus he had forced Jungkook to go through his hoard of clothing before they officially made the move.
“But now we are finally done!” Jungkook cheered as he dramatically lifted his arms above his head. With a beaming smile he flung himself onto the nearby leather couch. Kicking his legs happily in the air like an excited child. “That was so much work,” he sighed dramatically. Jungkook’s own alpha scent shifted slightly, adjusting to the new environment.
“Yah!” Jimin waved an accusing finger in Jungkook’s direction. “Don’t you even try it, mister. Your boxes were literally half the size of mine! You have nothing to complain about.”
“What!” Jungkook called and quickly pushed himself up into a seated position. Glaring slightly he locked eyes with the other – whom according to Jungkook was slightly overdressed for the occasion with a snug pair of jeans and grey knit sweater. “That’s a blatant lie and you know it's Park Jimin! My boxes were just as big – if not bigger – than yours.”
Jimin snorted and rolled his eyes. “Look who’s over exaggerating yet again.” To an untrained eye the two men would appear to be taking a path down a destructive argument. However this was natural behaviour for them. Jungkook would likely never admit it, but this was one of the many things he found intriguing about Park Jimin – the elder never took any of Jungkook’s shit. Especially for an omega. Jungkook had experienced far too many omegas that would bend to his every word simply because he was an alpha. That was never the case with Jimin. He never allowed his omega status to define him and the way he communicated with others.
“Am not” Jungkook huffed. Crossing his arms over his chest in a defiant manner. “My boxes were nearly double the size of yours” Jungkook insisted – now that was likely an over exaggeration but Jungkook never denied he wasn’t dramatic.
“Double the size?” Jimin rolled his eyes in disbelief. “More like they were half the size.” A smirk tugged at Jimin’s lips as he decided to tease the younger. “But I suppose that makes sense. I am Hyung here. I am bound to be stronger considering I’ve had two years worth of more rice than you.”
Jungkook quickly rolled forward and did a somersault across the couch. Positioning himself into a squatted form directly in front of Jimin. A glare was plastered to his lips, a clear sign of his assertiveness. “Did you just use the age excuse?”
“And if I did?” Jimin questioned. It was his turn to cross his arms as he stood his ground against the other. “What could you possibly do about it?”
“Nothing you’re going to like,” Jungkook mumbled.
“Oh you’re feeling violent tonight,” Jimin teased.
“Don’t make me hurt you” Jungkook threatened.
“You can’t hurt m-ah” Jimin flinched away, wrapping his hands around his head for shelter. “Did you just throw your shoe at me?” he stared at the younger in disbelief.
“What?” Jungkook tilted his head in a clueless action. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about Jimin. Why would I ever throw my shoe at you?” he flashed the elder an innocent smile.
Jimin bent down and lifted a pale pink converse sneaker that landed on the floor just before him. Holding it up he raised an eyebrow at Jungkook. “Purple converse is just falling from the ceiling now?”
Jungkook shrugged in response “maybe it’s a bonus aspect to the apartment? We just moved in after all. It could rain shoes?”
“That’s the story you’re going with?” Jimin asked. “An apartment with a ceiling that rains shoes?”
“Yeah?” Jungkook answered very unconvinced.
“Okay” Jimin shrugged. “So you won’t mind if I keep this random purple converse shoe? Maybe the matching pair will fall from the ceiling eventually too.” With a playful smirk Jimin moved towards the hallway intending to lock the shoe in his bedroom.
“Yah!” Jungkook called. Pushing himself over the back of the couch he launched himself towards Jimin – successfully jumping on his back.
“What the fuck” Jimin cursed, catching Jungkook in time for what appeared to be a pathetic attempt at a piggyback ride.
“The shoe wouldn’t even fit you,” Jungkook mumbled, wrapping his arms and legs around the elder. “You should just give it to me.”
“Oh it wouldn’t fit me, but it’ll fit you” Jimin said in a voice of understanding. “Maybe that’s because you’re so much shorter than me so you need smaller- ah! Jungkook!” Jimin grumbled feeling the blue haired male bite into his neck warningly.
“What?” Jungkook’s lips turned up into a smirk as he pressed his face into Jimin's neck.
“Why the hell did you bite me?” Jimin groaned, unimpressed at the boy's actions.
“You know it’s how I show my love,” Jungkook said in an innocent tone. With a twinkle to his eyes he rubbed his nose against the elders neck, before closing the space and digging his teeth into the male's skin for another bite.
“Yah!” Jimin released his grip on the boy and set him down on the floor. Spinning around to face Jungkook he held a deep glare on his lips. “What the hell? Are you a vampire or something?”
“You weren’t complaining about my biting last night if I remember correctly” Jungkook smirked and reached forward to tug on Jimin’s collar. A spike of arousal filled his nose. He knew he got Jimin with that one. It was an easy way to ensure he got what he wanted.
The elder shoved the pink shoe into Jungkook’s chest with a deep blush on his cheeks. “Here’s your stupid shoe. Stop throwing it at people.”
“Aw Jimin” Jungkook smiled apologetically. “Would dinner make you feel better?”
“Are you offering to make us dinner?” Jimin quested as he stepped around Jungkook to take a seat at one of the disorganized randomly placed chairs. He leaned back and relaxed slightly.
“Umm no” Jungkook answered. “For three reasons. First, you will kill me if I disorganize the kitchen, which isn’t actually organized at the moment but I feel as though the statement still stands. Second, I can't cook for shit, you wouldn’t even allow me to touch the microwave at the dorm in fear of me burning down the place, so I assume ovens are unapproved. Third, we literally just moved in, there is no food anywhere in this entire apartment and I have many skills but magically making food appear is unfortunately not one of them.”
“Was that a long, unnecessarily detailed reasoning to support us ordering takeout?” Jimin asked from his spot in the living room.
“Yes,” Jungkook nodded. “It was.”
Jimin chuckled softly and gave his head a little shake of disbelief “that sounds like a great idea.” From his pocket he retrieved his phone, swiping to unlock it. Quickly his fingers began to work. “Oh lord I could go for some japchae! And let's get some bulgogi too.” Jimin was mumbling the order more to himself than the other.
Jungkook paused for a moment, allowing his gaze the opportunity to look over Jimin. The elder was hunched forward slightly, with his entire focus on his task. Smiling slightly to himself Jungkook took in the way Jimin’s blonde hair brushed across his forehead and how he nibbled on his bottom lip. So easily Jimin had made himself appear right at home slouched comfortably in the chair. Crossing over to the kitchen Jungkook retrieved a water bottle from the cooler and tossed it in Jimin’s direction. “Catch,” he called.
“Thanks,” Jimin answered, catching the drink in one hand. Finishing up on the phone he put it away, leaning back into the chair. “All ordered. It’ll be here within a half hour.” His gaze then moved around the apartment as he took in the new space, “so what do you think?”
“Seems nice,” Jungkook answered with a shrug. “Certainly larger than our last place.”
Jimin chuckled softly. “Well we’ve been living in a college dorm room that I’m pretty sure if you laid on the floor it was likely approximately your height.”
“Hey” Jungkook flashed him a glare. “What did I say about insulting my height?”
“I was insulting the room” Jimin shook his head playfully. Pushing himself up from the chair Jimin sauntered over to the large stacks of boxes. When the younger of the two released a groan, Jimin flashed him a glare. “Is there a problem?”
“Please tell me you aren’t intending to unpack and organize everything tonight?” Jungkook whined. Jungkook was never one for appearing cute, but he would do anything to get what he wanted, and in this case he wanted Jimin to take pity on him. Palming his cheeks, he pouted his lips and batted his eyelashes.
“What are you doing?” Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. He froze mid action, his hand halfway to the first box.
“Please don’t make us unpack tonight” Jungkook repeated his statement, this time in a sweet tone.
Jimin simply rolled his eyes. “Jungkook” he chuckled lightly. “When are you going to learn that doesn’t work on me?” This was a straight up lie. Of course the cute look worked on Jimin. Jungkook so rarely used it that when he did it was near impossible to deny him of any request. “Besides, it’s best if we get the unpacking over with. If we put it off today we will find excuses to continue putting it off.” And that is why Jimin was packed with omegas. He had a natural way of keeping everything - and everyone - in order.
“Today has nothing to do with it,” Jungkook insisted. “I can find an excuse to put it off any day.”
“Ah but that was the old Jungkook when we still lived in a college dorm” Jimin argued. “This could be the new and improved Jungkook that gets his shit done without procrastination.”
“Me? As a new Jungkook?” the younger titled his head curiously. “But I quite like the old Jungkook. I don’t think I want to change. Don’t make me change Jimin.” Jungkook tried pouting again, this time folding his hands in front of himself in a begging action.
Jimin heaved a deep sigh, eying the boxes in distaste. Over the past couple years Jimin found himself on more than one occasion wondering how it was he and Jungkook hadn’t torn the other to pieces yet. There were so many incidents where the two clashed in terms of behaviour. Jimin preferred to stay on top of his work, get tasks done as soon as they arose – especially in terms of household chores. Jungkook however preferred putting things off until absolutely necessary, there used to be piles of laundry stacked in corners and Jungkook’s desk is almost always a mess.
However, over the years, by some miracle, Jimin and Jungkook learned to work together and balance each other out. They complimented each other in the ways they needed it most. As both friends and omega and alpha. It was interesting to see the way the two opposite sub genders joined together easily. They developed a partnership in more than one sense.
“You’re lucky you’re cute” Jimin gave in to the begging and closed the box back up. He crossed back over the makeshift excuse of a living room and claimed the seat on the couch beside Jungkook. “Feel like watching a drama as we wait for our food to arrive?”
Jungkook gave a shrug of his shoulder and retrieved his laptop from his leather bound shoulder bag. Grabbing a stranded moving box he tugged it over to place the computer on. “We need to buy a coffee table,” Jungkook grumbled more to himself than anyone else.
“You’re lucky I ordered a couch and chairs” Jimin rolled his eyes. “Otherwise your ass would be sitting on the cold hard floor right now.”
“Hey, I’m more intelligent than that,” Jungkook answered, pointing an accusing finger at Jimin. “I would at least find a pillow or blanket to sit on. Plus, to be fair Jimin, the couch isn’t that soft.” Jungkook eyed the second hand dark leather couch they were currently seated on.
“Oh? You don’t appreciate our couch?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Then you can sit on the floor after all.” with a gentle shove Jimin pushed Jungkook off the edge of the sofa. Swiftly he shifted so he was lying across the leather cushions giving Jungkook no place to sit.
“Mean” Jungkook grumbled, eyeing the elder. “I could lay on top of you if I really wanted to.”
“Good thing you don’t like skinship,” Jimin smirked in response.
The younger simply huffed in response, but made no move to climb onto the couch and fight Jimin for space. Accepting his fate – and seemingly content with it – Jungkook pressed play on the most recent drama the two had been watching before leaning back against the couch.
As the minutes passed and the two university students sat in silence Jimin had absentmindedly moved his fingers through Jungkook’s hair? The soft strands of Jungkook’s blonde hair brushed against Jimin’s palm. A smile tugged at his lips as he felt the other boy lean into his touch. Jungkook might argue he hates skinship, but when it actually occurs, he rarely shies away.
A buzz sounded through the apartment, signaling someone was at the door. The apartment was older – of course it was considering the cheap rent – but the downside was they couldn’t buzz the delivery person inside, instead they would need to go downstairs every time a guest arrived and let them in manually. Jungkook sighed softly and pushed himself off the floor. “That’ll be the food” Jungkook crossed the room and grabbed his discarded pink converse. “I’ll head down to get it. Do not start the next episode without me.” he shot Jimin a warning look before turning on his heels to leave.
Jimin watched the other from behind as he walked away, closing the door behind him. Leaning his head back against the armrest of the couch he heaved a deep sigh he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Jungkook and he had been roommates at their college dorm for the past three years. The idea of living together in an apartment shouldn’t be making his heart skip a beat. However, renting an apartment – choosing to live together – felt far more domesticated.
Retrieving his phone from his pocket, hoping for a quick distraction he noticed the text messages that came through from Taehyung.
Tae:
Jiminie! How’s the new apartment?
Jimin:
The apartment is fine.
We moved all the boxes in.
Waiting to unpack tomorrow. Just chilling tonight.
Tae:
Chilling on a Saturday night?
Sounds like nothing changed.
You might as well be at the dorm still.
Jimin:
At least ones things changed
I can watch my dramas in peace
Without you barging into my room and dragging me to some wild party.
Tae:
Bold of you to assume I won't come barging into your apartment.
“Hey” Jungkook huffed, pushing the door open with his foot and stepping inside the apartment. “I thought I told you not to start the next episode without me.” There was a pout tugging as he lips as he moved into the kitchen and set the food out on the counter.
Jimin smiled sheepishly and lowered his legs, sitting up straight offering Jungkook some space. “Sorry” he apologized, waving his phone around. “I was texting Tae and didn’t realize the next episode started. I’ll back track it.'' he leaned forward towards the laptop when he froze. “Oh.”
“Hmm?” Jungkook was distracted with his hands in the takeout bags, retrieving the plastic containers.
“Your hyung is video calling you” Jimin answered, moving the cursor over to the notification, intent on answering it.
“Will you answer?” Jungkook requested.
“He already did” Junghyun’s voice came through the speakers. “Hey Jimin. Hey Jungkook – wherever you might be?”
“Sorry hyung!” Jungkook called out. “I’m just sorting out dinner.”
“He cooked?” Junghyun lowered his voice, the tone laced with concern. His question was obviously directed towards Jimin – who simply laughed at Jungkook’s expense.
“You think I’d let him destroy my kitchen before we even got a chance to move in?” Jimin teased. “Of course not. We ordered takeout tonight.”
“Okay” Jungkook frowned. “Why does everyone assume I can’t cook? Is this just a running gag?” He grabbed a couple containers and pairs of chopsticks before approaching Jimin, claiming the open seat on the couch.
“Jungkook” Junghyun rolled his eyes. “The last time you spent the weekend with us you spilt pancake batter all over your black shirt.”
Jungkook flashed the elder alpha a quick glare. The thirty-four year old was leaning back into his couch, legs crossed. Gone were the standard freshly pressed white button up shirts Jungkook was so accustomed to seeing his hyung wear as if he graced the cover of magazines. Instead he wore a faded pink sweatshirt with a white stain across the shoulder. His hair was tousled and slight bags under his eyes. The alpha looked like he hadn’t slept in years - which was likely very possible.
“Oh I remember that shirt!” Jimin burst out into a fit of laughter. He grabbed at a pair of chopsticks and began reaching for some food. “You thought bleaching it would get the stains out.”
The younger puffed his cheeks and stuffed a dumpling into his mouth. “Bleaching should’ve worked,” he grumbled with his mouthful.
“Yeah, if it was a white shirt,” Jimin answered. “And don’t talk with your mouthful. Have some manners.”
Jungkook was quick to shoot Jimin a glare – which only made Junghyun laugh and cause Jungkook to blush lightly in return. “Mean” he mumbled under his breath.
The elder of the two only offered up a smile of response and grabbed at a napkin. Reaching over he wiped at the corner of Jungkook’s mouth, cleaning it up swiftly with a little shake of his head. His omega instincts had a way of taking over at times. He would feel the impulse to take care of his pack. And Jungkook was his pack.
“So how has work been going?” Jungkook asked curiously around another bite of food. It had been months since he was last home with his brother and his family. Jungkook hadn’t gotten the chance since his final semester started. But his hyung understood he needed to focus on school.
Junghyun gave a small shrug in response “it’s been fine. I got a couple projects coming up,” he explained. It was clear by the tone of his voice he wasn’t pleased with the heavy workload coming, knowing it’ll take him away from home more often.
“Have you considered taking some more time off?” Jimin questioned, mixing the noodles around with his chopsticks. “I know it might not be ideal in terms of money coming in, but you might enjoy some more time at home.” Jimin was a firm believer in putting family time first, that the rest would fall into place. It was one of the many reasons he insisted that the pack regularly eat dinner together. There was that one time Taehyung had eaten on his own at the dorms and Jimin got offended by it - he almost started crying. But Jimin also blamed that on his pre-heat.
“I would love to be able to spend more time at home,” Junghyun sighed softly. “But as you said it leads to a pay cut and being out of the industry can be difficult to recover from.”
“Yeah but you are still well known and in the spotlight,” Jimin stated, hoping to reassure him.
“Who’s in the spotlight?” a feminine voice asked from a distance.
“You are darling” Junghyun’s face lit with a bright smile, his gaze turning away from the screen to his wife and beta that had entered the room. “I was just talking with Jimin and Jungkook.”
“Why does your name get spoken first?” Jungkook grumbled.
“Because I’m the favourite,” Jimin answered with a chuckle.
“Jimin! Jungkook!” the voice cheered as women entered the screen. She took a seat beside her husband, resting a hand on his knee in a comforting manner. “Jimin '' she cooed, “I saw the photographs of your latest shoot. You looked so handsome.”
A light blush dusted over Jimin’s cheeks. “Thank you noona” he clapped his hands slightly and gave a grateful bow. His coconut scent shifted to one of pride - although the others couldn’t smell it, it warmed Jungkook’s heart.
“Oh you should’ve seen her,” Junghyun chuckled, and gave a small eye roll. “Sungmi refused to leave the convenience store until she found the right magazine. She must have flipped through a dozen before she found the right one!”
“Noona!” Jimin whined and blushed even more. “I told you the name of the magazine!”
“I forgot it” Sungmi blushed slightly. “I guess it was the pregnancy brain?” she tried to pass it off.
Jungkook chuckled softly, his hand absentmindedly finding a resting place on Jimin’s knee. “Noona, Jungwon is already six months old, '' he rationalized. “I don’t think you can still blame the pregnancy brain.”
“Oh Jungkook” Sungmi laughed lightly. “When are you going to learn that I can blame the pregnancy brain for as long as I want?”
“She was still blaming her forgetfulness on pregnancy even before Jungwon was born. Meaning she was referring to Sunghoon” Junghyun laughed lightly. “And he’s four!”
“Ah speaking of Sunghoon” Sungmi’s eyes lit up, glancing off screen. She held her arms out that were quickly filled with a giggling little boy. Lifting the pup into her lap they both beamed at the screen. “Sunghoon look at whom we’re talking to!” The beta cooed.
The little pup with damp charcoal bangs falling across his face leaned forward to gaze at the screen. His face burst out into a large smile. “Uncle Jimin! Uncle Kookie!” he giggled, reaching to touch the screen.
“Even Sung says your name first,” Jungkook grumbled – which earned him an elbow to the rib cage from Jimin.
“Hey Sung” Jimin leaned forward sporting a beaming smile. “Did you have a good day?” he asked happily.
Sunghoon nodded quickly, giving his little hands a clap of joy. “I coloured and picked flowers and took a nap” he resisted his day for the elder. “I have a bath,” he added. “And story time.”
“Oh I love story time,” Jimin cooed. This was an understatement. Jimin adored story time – especially with Sunghoon. Every time Jimin would visit Junghyun and his family with Jungkook he insisted on being the one to read Sunghoon to sleep. It was a tradition he has held onto for the past four years since Sunghoon was born.
Jungkook will always be surprised with how easily Jimin took to the role of uncle. They had only been friends and roommates for a couple months before Jungkook got the call that Sungmi had gone into labor. But when he ended the call Jimin was there with keys in hand offering to drive the younger to the hospital. Once there it was Jimin that directed Jungkook to the gift shop to grab a bouquet of flowers and a plushy.
Sometimes Jungkook caught himself thinking about what Jimin would be like as an eomma. He knew the other man had the natural eomma instincts to him. He had proven that enough with the way he treated his nephews. However, there were times he envisioned what it would mean to have Jimin regularly putting their pups to bed by tucking them in with a kiss to their forehead, discussing what schools were best and not to mention the family dinners of trying new foods with their puppies.
Not to mention how Jimin would look around with pregnancy. He had such a naturally slim frame Jungkook wondered how his body would shift carrying a pup. The way his hips would surely widen and how his chest would develop. Plus there was the added bonus of breast milk, and Jungkook couldn’t say he wasn’t interested in learning if it was coconut like Jimin’s slick. Jimin was always glowing, but he would be bound to illuminate the entire room when carrying a pup. And his scent would be perfect!
Yeah, Jungkook wouldn’t mind watching Jimin glow as he carried their pup.
Wait! Their pup? Jungkook shouldn’t be thinking like that. He knew better than to view Jimin as somebody serious that he would want to have pups with. No. They were friends, the occasional fuck buddies. Jimin was not his omega to breed pups with.
“What book are you going to read?” Jimin asked eagerly, pulling Jungkook out of his dream world.
“This” Sunghoon held out the book he had grasped close to his chest. The cover was decorated with a dragon that Jimin had come to know well.
With a light chuckle Jimin leaned forward fondly, “another Cooky book? You and I will have to read it together when you come for a visit.”
“Yeah!” Sunghoon agreed with a quick nod.
It was Jungkook’s turn to laugh. “And don’t forget to bring your Cooky plushie that uncle bought you'' he reminded the little pup. For this past Christmas Jungkook had bought the boy the plushy of the black dragon insisting it looked like Uncle Jimin. And the pup had been inseparable with it ever since.
“I bring my Cooky” Sunghoon stated firmly, hugging the plushy he had safely tucked under his arm until then.
“Sung is always with his Cooky,” Junghyun said with fondness.
Jungkook cooed. “How sweet” he said lightly, before a smirk tugged at his lips. “I got my very own Chimney right here,” Jungkook stated as he wrapped an arm around Jimin’s shoulder and pulled him into an embrace.
The elder laughed and playfully pushed back against Jungkook, a light blushes forming on his cheeks as his coconuts turned sweeter. Their affection wasn’t something they hid from family. Junghyun and Sungmi were well accustomed to their known behaviour. It was often a subject of teasing. Jungkook would never hear the end from his brother about how he and Jimin acted like an old married couple despite not even dating – although nobody ever believed them when they said there wasn’t anything going on between them. Everybody insisted eventually they would mate, the timing just wasn’t right apparently. Jungkook however, had very little interest in mating with Jimin or any other omega.
Of course it wasn’t technically a lie – but it wasn’t the full truth either. The best terms to describe Jungkook and Jimin were that they were best friends with benefits. The affection from their friendship would often cloud other people’s opinions on their relationship. Making the two apart far more like than ever intended. Not that Jungkook is completely minded. He didn’t care much for people’s opinions. He was confident and content with their agreement. They regularly had sex and didn’t need to rely on socially constructed labels or expectations of anything official. They were heat and rut partners without asking. They knew each other's bodies and scents as well as they knew their own. It was exactly how Jungkook wanted it. No commitment needed.
Sungmi and Junghyun shared a knowing smile, a look that almost became agreement on who would get to tease this time. “Aw look Sungmi” Junghyun chuckled lightly. “It’s Cooky and Chimmy.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes in response, now releasing Jimin from his hold. “Whatever” he mumbled, focusing on some unimportant box off to the side. Had he been looking at Jimin he would’ve noticed the flash of a hurt expression across his face – one that he hid before the elders could notice hopefully.
“We should probably be going,” Junghyun stated, feeling the moment of awkward silence. “We gotta read Sunghoon his book after all.”
“We will see you soon at your graduation,” Sungmi added with a beaming smile.
“You’ll make it?” Jungkook turned back to the screen.
“Of course,” Sungmi answered. “We wouldn’t miss it for anything. We get to watch you and Jimin walk across the stage to accept your degrees. How could we not be there to see it?”
“And don’t worry” Junghyun quickly added, noticing the look in his younger brother’s eyes. “It’s just Sungmi, the kids and I.”
“I look forward to seeing you,” Jungkook said with a small nod of thanks.
“We both are,” Jimin added in a brighter tone. “We can all go out for dinner afterwards.”
“Of course,” Sungmi agreed. “We will make a whole night of it. It is meant to be a celebration for you both.”
“I look forward to it. '' Jungkook breathed out, his sandalwood evening out.
“We will talk soon,” Junghyun promised.
“Say goodnight Sung” Sungmi coached the little pup that was already falling asleep in her lap.
“Night uncle Kookie” Sunghoon yawned, glancing at the bright screen. “Night uncle Jimin.”
“Night sweet puppy” Jimin cooed with a beaming smile, his scent soaring happily.
“Night Sung” Kookie added with his own fond look. His brother and wife offered one final goodbye before the conversation ended.
“It’ll be nice to see them,” Jimin stated directly after the video call ended. He stood and began to collect the trash. Putting it into the plastic bag it had originally been delivered in. Jungkook was actually impressed that Jimin was able to wait as long as he did before gathering the garbage.
“Yeah” Jungkook nodded in agreement, leaning back into the couch to relax. “It’s been a couple months since we’ve all been together.”
“Now that we aren’t stressed out with assignments,” Jimin stated, “we should drive out to visit them more.”
“That actually sounds nice,” Jungkook sighed softly. “So long as my internship isn’t too overwhelming. I am starting it in a few days.”
Jimin chuckled lightly. “How can I forget? HYBE. You haven’t stopped talking about them for weeks since they reached out to you.”
“Because HYBE is incredible!” Jungkook gushed in awe. “They house BigHit! A gender neutral based clothing line in South Korea? How many of those do you know? And they selected me as their intern? They contacted me Jimin! They said they saw my work online and felt like it fit best with them. It’s a miracle!”
“I know” Jimin smiled fondly at the alpha’s excitement, recognizing the shift in his scent again. “And I am excited for you Kookie.”
“This will help me grow.'' BigHit is known to keep their team small. There’s only ever been four of them working together. I would work my way up in the company. Start as an intern and maybe become a designer with them. I mean, I know it’s a long shot but I should try it right?”
“You should,” Jimin agreed firmly. “Always strive for the dreams you want to achieve.” With that Jimin turned on his heels and carried the garbage into the kitchen. Just as he did the phone rang to signal another call.
“It’s Hoseok,” Jungkook said, grabbing his discarded phone.
“We are certainly popular tonight,'' Jimin chuckled, nodding slightly to signal Kookie should answer it.
“Hey Hoseok. Hadn’t expected to hear from you tonight” Jungkook answered with a relaxed ease.
“Just checking in,” Hoseok’s light voice said through the phone. “How is life outside of the dorms? Settling into the new apartment?”
Jungkook rolled his eyes lightly as he switched his phone to speaker, so Jimin could listen in. “what did you want Hoseok?”
The beta gasped dramatically. “Who says I want anything?”
“You always want something Hobi,” Jimin answered, making his presence known.
Grumbling could be heard through the phone, possibly Hoseok talking to somebody else. “Can we come over?” he finally got to the point.
“You’re inviting yourself over?” Jungkook questioned with a slight frown.
“Nope” Hoseok answered with ease. “I’m asking if we can hang out, specifically at your place.”
“And what’s wrong with hanging out at your own place?” Jungkook asked, not giving in easily to the younger woman's request.
Hoseok groaned lightly. “Jimin. You know how shitty our dorm is. Nobody wants to spend more time here than necessary.”
“We will bring the drinks!” Yoongi’s voice sounded over the speaker.
“Besides,” Hoseok added, knowing that his next sentence was bound to get them. “We are a pack after all. It’s natural we will want to be with our entire pack.”
Jimin looked to be hesitating in terms of responding. Glancing at Jungkook he mumbled, “we haven’t unpacked. It’s not the cleanest place.”
“I doubt they care about some boxes,” Jungkook answered with a low tone. It’s not that Jungkook had a huge interest in college parties, but he did enjoy the occasional letting loose. They had put so much work forward in moving today that part of Jungkook wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, but the other part wanted to celebrate with friends.
“How many are we talking about coming?” Jimin asked Hoseok.
“Just us seven in total,” Hoseok answered. “It’s already ten. You know I wouldn’t overwhelm you with a huge gathering. We already got the drinks and Jin and Namjoon are buying some food. We can just put on some music and hang out if you want?”
Jungkook smirked a little glancing at Jimin, “you could do some of your favourite dances.”
Jimin groaned lightly, already feeling himself caving to the request. “Okay fine. But we must keep it quiet. I don’t want to get in shit with our neighbors before we’re even properly moved in.”
“Oh great!” Hoseok cheered. “So glad you agreed, because we are already outside your apartment building.”
“What?” Jungkook got up to move to the window, thinking he could see them outside but of course he couldn’t. But just to prove they had in fact arrived the buzzer sounded. Sighing softly Jungkook went to grab his shoes. “I’ll head down to get them,” he said as he exited the apartment.
When Jungkook reached the main door to the complex his eyes widened slightly. As promised it was only the six other friends outside waiting. But what caught him by surprise was the amount of food and drinks they held in their arms. Hoseok certainly wasn’t lying about supplying the alcohol.
Speechlessly he stepped aside and allowed the friends to enter. This is not what he had in mind when he agreed for them to come over. He had expected a couple drinks shared and some snacks. But it wasn’t like he was complaining. Leading them up the darkened, rundown stairway it was Jin that voiced what everyone was likely thinking.
“Damn,” Jin mumbled, stepping around what was likely a used condom. “I know you got a cheap deal on this apartment but this is ridiculous. It looks like a murder took place here.”
Jungkook chuckled lightly. “Yeah Jimin said something similar when we first entered too. But the apartment itself isn’t as bad. It’s only the hallway. Just watch your footing and it’ll be fine.” He guided them to his apartment and let them enter.
“Hey Jimin!” Hoseok cheered when he saw Jimin. The omega was trying to arrange a couple boxes in hopes of making it slightly more presentable. He flashed Hobi a smile as the beta moved to the kitchen to start handing out the drinks.
“Jungkook, where's your stereo?” Jin called glancing at the boxes stacked together. There was no denying that Jungkook had the best sound system out of all his friends and they were often in search of it.
“Ah check the box labeled sound equipment,” Jungkook answered, silently thanking Jimin for insisting they labeled their boxes before moving.
“I thought we agreed to keep it quiet?” Jimin mumbled coming up beside the alpha.
“Yeah I thought so too,” Jungkook stated in a huff. “But we should know by now that Hoseok doesn’t know the definition of quiet.”
Jimin gazed across the room. Jin was opening boxes to find the sound system, Namjoon was placing bags of food on whatever free surface he could find and Tae and Hoseok were serving out a drink to Yoongi.
“I guess” Jimin started with a growing smile. “If you can’t beat them” he shrugged a little as he moved into the small kitchen. “Join them.”
“Beer?” Jungkook asked Jimin to grab a can and offer it to Jimin.
The eldest chuckled lightly. “What are we college students in a dorm room?” he teased. Reaching around Hoseok, he grabbed a bottle of red wine. “I’m classier than that.” Popping the cork he lifted it to his mouth and took a large gulp.
Jungkook shivered as he watched Jimin’s tongue glide across his lips catching any drops. “Yeah” Jungkook mumbled in awe. “Classy.”
“Dance with me?” Jimin smirked, holding the bottle of wine in one hand and offering his other to Jungkook.
Jin had gotten the music started and Twice’s Alcohol Free began to play. With a slight shrug Jungkook accepted Jimin’s hand and allowed himself to be guided to the makeshift dance floor – already hearing Jin laughing and teasing the couple from the sideline.
Jungkook had immersed himself into the party and found he greatly enjoyed it even though it wasn’t planned. He was certain he had finished two bottles of wine between him and Jimin. Glancing around the room he noted the others had joined them in the living room. Jungkook had found himself on more than one occasion pressed into a group of swaying hips as Tae and Hoseok surrounded them. The scents of the other alpha and omega overwhelmed him.
“Jimin!” Hoseok called over the music as the Bicycle started to blare through the speakers. “Come on! This is your song!”
Jimin glanced at Jungkook questioning, but the younger one easily nodded and waved his hand in the direction of the omega. Indicating the elder should join the cover dance.
With a smirk on his face Jimin decided to opt out of dancing with Hoseok in favor of standing on the coffee table. Jungkook watched in awe, captivated by the way the many ran his hand across his thigh and bent his body to the music. Then there was his tongue. Jimin always had a thing for that particular body part. Whether it was licking wine sensationally from his lips, putting it to work in the bedroom to gather heavy moans or on the dance floor sticking it out in slight concentration and running it across his bottom lip.
Jungkook quickly found himself stepping off the dance floor, moving slightly to the kitchen, but continued to watch. His eyes never once left Jimin. With a deep smirk on his lips he hummed softly to himself. He shot the elder a wink when he saw him thrust his hips forward slightly.
“So how’s that going?” Namjoon asked, an alpha like Jungkook, stepping up beside the elder with a knowing smirk. His own woodsy scent dulled with alcohol.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungkook answered with a quick shrug.
“Your relationship with Jimin” Namjoon replied with ease. It was normal for Jungkook to avoid the pestering question.
“It's not a relationship,” Jungkook insisted. “We are just friends.”
“Friends don’t fuck each other” Namjoon chuckled, amused by Jungkook’s quick denial. “Friends don’t regularly share heats and ruts together.”
“Friends with benefits do,” Jungkook argued. “Same with heat and rut partners.”
“Friends with benefits aren’t uncles to each other’s nephews, kiss each other goodbye before parting ways or share a bed every night” Namjoon smirked, feeling as though he had already won the argument.
“Jimin and I don’t share a bed,” Jungkook grumbled. “We don’t even share a room anymore.”
“You’re serious?” The alpha raised a questioning eyebrow.
“Why do you think we got a two bedroom apartment?” Jungkook huffed. “We shared a room because we were roommates, in a university dorm.”
“I know that. But I figured the two of you would be sharing and the second bedroom was extra or set to be an office” Namjoon took a moment to seem confused by the news. “The two of you always act like a couple I had just assumed.”
“We aren’t a couple” Jungkook insisted yet again. “How many times do we have to explain that? Jimin and I fuck, that’s it. We share ruts and heats, but we are not mates. We have sexual frustrations and needs that we both agree to go to each other with. But we still live our lives separately. That means not sharing a room or a bed.”
“But sharing an apartment is okay?” Namjoon asked.
“Sharing an apartment is something friends do,” Jungkook replied with a shrug, brushing off the argument. “Tae and Hoseok insist they are going to share an apartment after graduation.”
“Yeah well Tae and Hoseok aren’t fuck buddies,” Namjoon mumbled. “And Hoseok is obsessed with Yoongi, you know that. His beta won’t want Tae the way Jimin’s omega will want you.”
Jungkook, feeling tipsy and annoyed from the conversation, simply shrugged. “It’s what works best for us,” he said in a tone that said this discussion was over. “I’m not courting Jimin and I’m not interested in being mates.”
Namjoon however had one final concern to bring up. “So long as you both agree it is what works best for you.” His gaze shifted towards Jimin, still dancing on the table. “I know you have a deep rooted hatred for commitment, and prefer to keep labels off your relationships. I understand that you never want to enter a courtship or settle down with a mate. But not everyone has the same opinions. You don’t want to potentially lead anyone on with certain expectations. It could lead to hurting the person and their internal wolf.”
The elder alpha of the two followed Namjoon’s line of sight. Swiftly his eyes locked with Jimin’s own half fallen ones. A smirk tugged at the omega’s lips when he spotted Jungkook watching him. Purposely he ran his hand slowly up his thigh, knowing that it would surely entice him.
“Jimin understands our arrangement,” Jungkook answered. “And he’s okay with it. It was him who originally suggested it.”
“That was three years ago,” Namjoon sighed softly. “People change. They grow up. Wants and expectations can be altered to needing something more. His internal omega would’ve changed and matured. He’s graduated now. He’s settling down. It’s only natural that his omega will start to consider courting and mating and breeding.”
Mating wasn’t in the cards for the alpha. Jungkook had known that long before he had even presented as an alpha. He had no interest in placing his bite along somebody’s neck. And he certainly didn’t want to breed an omega! That was ridiculous - although he had to admit Jimin would look amazing round with their pups.
Jungkook opened his mouth to argue – although he didn’t actually have anything readily available to say. Instead Jin shouting “time for shots' ' cut him off. The gentle giant stood in the kitchen and held up a large bottle of vodka.
“Body shots!” Hoseok cheered from the dance floor. That received a large cheer from others – specifically Taehyung. Hoseok giggled as he crossed the living room floor into the kitchen, with Yoongi stumbling after him. So much for keeping the volume down. There might have only been eight of them in the apartment but it felt like there were eighty.
Jimin jumped off the coffee table a little too confident. If it hadn’t been for Jungkook appearing beside him to steady him, he likely would’ve fallen. “Thanks” he giggled, looking down at the boy.
“Anytime” Jungkook answered, his small hand remaining on the elders bicep. Namjoon’s last comment rested heavily in the back of his mind. What if their arrangement turned out not to be enough for Jimin? They were graduating university after all. Set out to experience the real world now as full-fledged adults. The arrangement they made back in their university dorm might not be as appealing to Jimin now – he might expect more from Jungkook than he was willing to give. His omega might start to expect more. They had been together for so long, rationally they understood what they were in terms of relationships, but could their alpha and omega side comprehend that too?
“You okay?” Jimin questioned, noticing the wheels turning inside Jungkook’s mind.
“The hosts should go first,” Jin said, having poured a shot glass.
“Yeah!” Taehyung added. “Come on!” The group around the counter cheered out encouragement.
“I’m fine” Jungkook swiftly answered Jimin’s question. He released his hold on the omega and stepped away. He crossed the small distance to the kitchen and pushed himself up to sit on the counter. Rolling his shirt up to reveal his middle he laid back on the counter. It was a confident action of someone who had done this before.
Had they gone to a club, or even back at the dorms, it would’ve been expected of the omega to expose their stomach. However, Jungkook never gave much thought into those gender roles. He didn’t care about his positions with Jimin. Who was supposed to do what? Hell, Jungkook had been fucked by the omega before. Body shots were nothing to him.
Hoseok carefully placed the shot glass over Jungkook’s belly button. A smirk tugged at his lips as he turned to Jimin. “Well Jimin?” he questioned innocently with a tilt of his head.
Jimin gave a roll of his eyes but he didn’t complain. Moving towards the counter he stood within the small group, Taehyung playfully pushing against his shoulder. Glancing down at Jungkook, his eyes slowly gazed over his body.
Locking eyes with the alpha, Jimin flashed a small smirk. Turning down to his middle Jimin lowered his head, wrapping his lips around the cool glass. Quickly he tipped his head back, feeling the burning liquid move down his throat. Groaning slightly, Jimin grabbed the glass from his mouth to hold.
With a deep smirk Jungkook reached up with his slender fingers and grasped the back of Jimin’s neck. Leaning up Jungkook pressed his lips onto the elders. Moving his mouth against Jimin’s the sugary lip balm the elder loves so much transferred onto Jungkook’s lips. His free hand moved up Jimin’s chest – itching to slide under his shirt.
Jimin gave into the temptation. He pressed himself into the other male. Guiding his arm around Jungkook’s waist he tugged him into a seated position. Pushing Jungkook’s legs apart, Jimin stepped forward to comfortably stand between them. Resting his hands on his lower back he felt Jungkook pull away from the kiss. However he was quick to latch onto his neck. Jimin tilted his head to the side slightly, giving the other access to his skin.
Letting out a deep groan, Jimin noticed the sound of whistling around him. Their friends were receiving a fairly good show - although this wasn’t anything new for the group. Jungkook and Jimin might not display affection for each other often but when they had a few drinks in their system all hesitation for PDA was gone. And Jimin’s coconut was certainly spiked with a deep sense of want.
“We should take this to your room” Jungkook purred in Jimin’s ear. His hands were now lightly trailing over his waistline towards his belt. Hooking his finger into a belt loop he pulled the elder closer with a smirk.
“What about the others?” Jimin breathed out as though their friends were not a couple feet away watching the entire exchange. He glanced at them worriedly for a moment, considering his want to relieve today’s frustrations or being the responsible.
“They can stay out here and continue partying,” Jungkook answered, remaining in his own bubble. The remaining of the pack had parted ways from the kitchen. Some went back to the dance floor and others chilled on the balcony letting the cool air in. “they won't even notice we’re gone.”
Jimin found himself nodding along. He didn’t want to admit how easy it was for the alpha to convince him of walking away. But he knew what he wanted, what his omega wanted. He could feel it between his legs.
Jungkook smirked as he jumped off the counter and sauntered away from Jimin, purposefully swaying his hips. He paused only for a moment to grab at a bottle of wine before continuing his journey to the bedroom that had been designated for Jimin.
The elder hesitated for a second. Glancing at their friends. It was Taehyung that locked eyes with him and shared a knowing look and a wink. Jimin blushed slightly, tilting his head downwards. He could hear Tae’s snicker despite the loud music. With an eye roll Jimin made his way down the small hallway towards his bedroom.
The moment he entered the small space Jungkook was grabbing at his waist to shove him against the now closed door, pinning him into the wall and capturing their lips together.
Jimin responded with a deep groan. His tongue guided across Jungkook’s mouth exploring the space he had come to know well over the past three or so years of their arrangement. His hands slowly travelled down Jungkook’s back. Slowly he firmly grasped his butt and gave it a tight squeeze. The alpha let out a low groan as he began to fight against Jimin’s tongue. The reaction from Jungkook pleased Jimin and encouraged him to continue. Grasping Jungkook’s ass he pressed harder against his body. Lifting his hips upwards slightly Jungkook slowly grinded against the elder. Jungkook never liked the idea of Jimin simply submitting to him. He wanted to fight between them.
Jungkook’s fingers held onto Jimin’s long shaggy locks. Giving it a gentle tug he released another deep groan. Rolling his hips forward Kookie pressed them against Jimin. The friction began to create a tent in Jimin’s pants – earning a smirk from the younger. Slowly, with each grind against Jimin’s core Jungkook began to feel his own pants tighten.
Jimin slowly began to guide his hands away from Jungkook’s hair and down his firm chest and stomach. Reaching for the hem of the Youngers shirt, he slowly tugged it over his head. The kiss broke apart as Jimin tossed the shirt somewhere into his bedroom.
“Jimin” Jungkook groaned softly, his mouth moved to the other’s neck. “Feels good.” His voice was muffled as he spoke against Jimin’s skin. His lips sucked on the skin softly, his teeth nibbling slightly. Jimin felt breathless as he released a low moan; tilting his head to the side he gave Jungkook more space – knowing the younger was leaving a trail of hickies. His tongue slowly glided across the omega’s scent gland. It had become a recent habit of the alpha that he couldn’t fully explain. Since they had agreed to move into their own place Jungkook was drawn to the specific spot, his tongue naturally licking across it or his teeth pressing in a little extra harder.
“More” Jimin groaned deep in his throat. Jungkook wasn’t sure if he was asking in the form of a question or more so was demanding. Nonetheless Jungkook pushed Jimin forward harder against the door. Carefully his hands moved inside Jimin’s tight jeans to cup his ass. However, that wasn’t where Jungkook intended to focus. His hand slowly moved towards Jimin’s crotch. For a moment he paused, looking again at Jimin for confirmation.
Jimin offered a nod in return. Leaning forward he nuzzled his face into Jungkook’s neck and shoulder blade. Uncontrollably a low, muffled moan escaped his lips. A little blush coated his cheeks, not just because of the moan but for the slick he felt between his legs.
Jungkook’s palm rested over Jimin’s crotch. Slowly he began to massage his member. Feeling an immediate response from Jimin Jungkook guided his finger along the sensitive tip. Jungkook was moving slowly, ensuring he wasn’t pressuring Jimin into something he was uncomfortable with.
Releasing a deep whimper Jimin moved his hands down Jungkook’s chest to his waistline. Lightly he trailed his fingers across the younger’s hip bones. He wanted Jungkook to know he was pleased with the direction they were going. Locking eyes with Jungkook he unzipped his own pants and tugged at them down slightly.
Jungkook clicked into what Jimin was saying. Pulling Jimin’s jeans and boxers down Jungkook was welcomed with the scent of coconut slick sliding down Jimin’s legs. “My omega is so wet for me already” he cooed. Reaching down he grasped onto the elder's shaft. Teasingly Jungkook’s fingers brushed against Jimin’s sensitive tip. The small touch alone earned a whimper of pleasure from the other.
Smirking slightly Jungkook’s palm took hold of Jimin’s shaft and started to slowly move in an up and down motion, speeding up only slightly as he moved.
The soft whimpers Jimin was releasing only stroked at Jungkook’s ego. Jungkook took pride in the fact he was obviously pleasuring his omega - it had a way of tugging at his internal alpha. Jimin’s moans filled the bedroom as Jungkook began to pick up speed. Jungkook’s hand glided along Jimin’s shaft faster, taking the moans and his scent as indication of enjoyment.
“Jungkook” Jimin moaned. A slight blush formed on his cheeks at the realization of how loud he was currently being. As well as the amount of slick he was releasing.
Jungkook remained focused on his omega, Jimin doing the same as he worked on pumping Jungkook’s member, stroking and rubbing him quicker. His hand went in time with Jungkook’s. What had once begun as them fighting against each other, soon turned into a balanced dance.
Slowly Jimin’s eyes gazed down Jungkook’s body. Biting down on his bottom lip, Jimin resisted the urge to moan. Jimin’s movements slowed slightly, deciding to tease the younger with his feather light touches.
Jungkook groaned lightly. “Tease” he hissed out, biting lightly at Jimin’s skin.
“Yes I am,” Jimin answered with a cocky tone.
This response seemed to have cracked Jungkook’s calm exterior. Jungkook pushed him forward, taking control of the embrace. Recapturing Jimin’s lips with his own, he began pushing Jimin backwards towards Jimin’s bed. The room was dark, only the light through the blinds shining, but Jungkook could make out the nest on Jimin’s bed.
“Wait” Jimin abruptly pulled away from the kiss. He grasped for air, as he firmly held onto Jungkook’s biceps to keep him in place. “The bed” he huffed, still lacking air.
“I know,” Jungkook groaned, trying to push them forward again. “Let's get on it.”
“It’s not made,” Jimin insisted. The elder wasn’t exaggerating. It wasn’t made – not even the headboard. The newly bought mattress lay on the bedroom floor, having been discarded there hours ago during the move.
For a moment Jungkook regretted not agreeing to Jimin’s early request to unpack a little tonight. But he quickly pushed the thoughts aside. “It’s fine,” he insisted. “We don’t need a headboard. The mattress is fine on the ground.”
“There are no bed sheets,” Jimin argued. “We at least need some sheets.”
Jungkook weighed what benefits arguing with Jimin would actually provide him. And the obvious answer was none. Jimin was particular about certain things, and cleanliness was one of them. Regardless of what Jungkook had to say he knew Jimin wouldn’t agree to continue unless the bed was dealt with. With a deep huff the younger detached him from the other and began scanning at the boxes they had stacked in there earlier.
“What are you doing?” Jimin asked, watching him curiously.
“Trying to find the box with the bed sheets,” Jungkook grumbled.
A beaming smile spread across Jimin’s face, pleased that the younger one listened to him. He got to work at opening boxes. Jimin knew he should’ve labelled the boxes with more than just “bedroom”. But Jungkook had insisted he didn’t need to label the contents of the box along the side. That’ll show Jimin to listen to Jungkook next time.
Jungkook should consider himself lucky that Jimin had only been concerned about the sheets on the bed. There was that time back in university, coming home late from overworking in the fashion design studio, that Jungkook found Jimin curled up in his bed crying. The alpha had very little experience with emotional omegas, having never been exposed to omegas much before having been raised in a purely alpha environment. Trying his best to comfort the elder, he had learnt through the mumbled responses that Jimin was displeased with the bed.
It lacked a nest.
Nesting was something individual, one of a kind, for each omega. It depended on their own unique senses and omega needs. Some omegas never built nests, others only during heat or pregnancy, some, such as Jimin, wanted a permanent nest - or at least majority of the time.
Since starting university and obtaining a roommate, Jimin had fought against the need, allowing his omega to cry out unhappily. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of an alpha - especially not Jungkook.
But he hadn’t known Jungkook well at the time, he didn’t know what modern thought’s Jungkook held. The alpha didn’t care about how omegas and betas and alphas were different. If Jimin needed a nest to feel comfortable in their room, then he should build a nest. In fact, Jungkook had absentmindedly offered to assist Jimin in making one - which only earned more tears that Jungkook still doesn’t understand the meaning behind.
“Got them!” Jungkook cheered, pulling out Jimin’s new cream coloured sheets that were still safely in the packaging.
“The white ones?” Jimin hesitated for a moment.
Jungkook shot him a glare. “Jimin if you want my dick up your ass tonight these are the only sheets you’re getting. It’s either these sheets or the floor. Take your pick.”
Jimin was quick to jump forward grabbing the packaging. Ripping it open he swiftly unfolded the bottom sheet and got to work. When Jungkook chuckled lightly at the amusing behaviour Jimin glared at him. “You could help,” he hissed.
The alpha’s response was to laugh again, but he did assist the other. Getting down on his knees he began tugging the sheet over the corners. Jimin would run his hand across the top a couple times before considering it to be perfect. Once it seemed to be of satisfaction Jimin laid back into the bed with his legs spread open.
“If this meets your approval” Jungkook hummed. “May I join you in bed now?” he questioned.
Jimin gave a small nod, nibbling on his bottom lip.
Smirking Jungkook crawled into the small space, reaching out for the elder. Jungkook’s eyes locked with Jimin. The two fumbled to touch each other, not hesitating to begin where they had left off a few minutes ago. Jungkook’s lips claimed the elders in a heated passion. Their scents of sandalwood, spices and coconut mix together to smell like a beach.
The omega responded easily. Wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck to pull him in deeper. As their tongues tangled together Jungkook took the opportunity to reclaim Jimin’s member, stroking and rubbing him slowly.
With a deep moan of desperation Jimin grabbed at Jungkook’s member and began to move his hand in time with Jungkook’s. Squeezing slightly around Jungkook’s shaft, brushing his thumb across his tip. Jungkook thrusts forward, wanting more from Jimin. Nodding in understanding, Jimin began to pump Jungkook harder and faster. Gently he brushed his thumb around the cum that had begun to leak from Jungkook’s tip. This earned another buck off Jungkook's hips.
“Jimin” Jungkook growled deep in his throat.
Jimin groaned in response. “Jungkook” Jimin practically purred in response.
“I’m going to cum” Jungkook hissed, feeling the pressure build up.
“Cum for me, '' Jimin whispered. Jimin pumped Jungkook fast, his hand squeezing as it moved over his shaft. Releasing another growl Jungkook’s pleasure builds up all the way and he is quick to release. Jimin smirked slightly, helping Jungkook ride out his orgasm as the white liquid continued pouring around his hand.
When Jungkook had shown signs of finishing, Jimin released his grip on the other member and lifted his hand to his mouth. Slowly his tongue swiped around his fingers, licking himself clean of the white substance. His eyes locked with Jungkook’s, always amused by the younger surprised expression. It had been years and Jimin never shied away from licking his hand clean or swallowing but Jungkook’s expression was still priceless.
“Your turn” Jungkook whispered, still a little breathless from his recent release. Leaning back he tapped on Jimin’s inner thigh “open” he ordered. He had allowed Jimin to have his fun but now it was his turn to take control. Giving into the command Jimin widened his legs to provide the other with more access, a deep blush on his cheeks. His slick pooled around his legs.
Jungkook lowered himself, nuzzling his face against Jimin’s inner thigh. His lips pressed into the soft skin, trailing slowly up his thigh. Jimin was already a mess beneath him. Moving upwards he nipped at Jimin’s round plump ass. Leaning in, Jungkook dragged his tongue along Jimin’s soft round skin. Biting at the plump skin he moved closer to Jimin’s hole. Breathing in deeply at the sweet coconut milk.
Jimin released a deep moan as Jungkook trailed his tongue across his entrance. His tongue was making quick work. Gliding along the hole he slid his tongue against the entrance again. Carefully Jungkook pressed his tongue into the hole, slowly swirling his tongue around. Licking eagerly at the slick. Jungkook had never had much interest in an omega’s slick. One omega’s slick was just like any other to Jungkook. But when it came to Jimin, suddenly he couldn’t get enough of the sweetness.
The elder male released a high-pitched moan, followed by a quick gasp of air. Another loud groan escaped his lips when Jungkook pressed his tongue harder. Jungkook slowly swirled his tongue around accepting the slick that his omega was releasing.
“Jungkook” Jimin cried in a begging tone. Raising his ass he forced the man’s tongue to go deeper. “Please Kookie,” he cried again. Jungkook simply groaned in response, indicating he had heard Jimin’s cries. The tip of his tongue slid deeper, pressing harder into his sensitive walls.
“Fuck” Jimin moaned. Jimin tried to give Jungkook a warning, an indication of what was about to occur, but he couldn’t force the words out in time. It was a rare occasion, happening only a couple times during his heats. Jimin felt himself clench slightly, wanting to close his thighs tightly to prevent it. But he couldn’t. His body, his omega got the best of him. Uncontrollably he released a gush of slick, directly into Jungkook’s mouth. He had squirted his coconut slick. How embarrassing!
The alpha took it in stride, in fact his sandalwood scent spiked at the thought of pleasuring the omega so greatly. He happily ate all the slick that Jimin had to offer him. Jungkook chuckled lightly as he pulled back, licking his lips slowly.
“Jung-Jungkook” Jimin stuttered softly, a blush once again coming to his face. Jungkook smiled deeply. Rather than replying with simple words, Jungkook closed the space between them. Capturing Jimin’s mouth with his in another warm kiss. Holding onto the kiss Jungkook pushed Jimin deeper into the bed as he climbed on top of Jimin, nearly saddling him.
Jimin slowly moved his hands up Jungkook’s flat stomach and chest. Gently he glided his fingertips against the other boy’s nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch.
Jungkook slowly started to roll his hips against Jimin. Receiving a moan from the omega, Jungkook was given the opportunity to slide his tongue into the elder’s mouth.
Their tongues fought against each other and their crotches rubbed together in a build up of motion. Jungkook moved slowly as he released the hold he had on Jimin’s hips in favour of brushing his fingertip against Jimin’s entrance. Jungkook tensed for a moment, a realization coming to him. He shifted to pull back, looking at the confused and slightly concerned expression on Jimin’s face.
“I don’t have protection,” Jungkook started with a sigh. There was an awkward blush on his face. When he had cleaned up their dorm room he had likely tossed the packages into the garbage with the other contents of his drawer. He had one in his wallet of course, but that was in his jacket pocket somewhere in the living room. He could go get it. But that meant having to get redressed and do a walk of shame in front of their friends – not that they hadn’t seen worse before.
“It’s okay,” Jimin answered in a soft voice. “We don’t need it.”
Jungkook nibbled his lip as he hesitated. “Are you sure?” it wasn’t that Jungkook was worried about transmitting anything from the elder. Both were loyal to each other, neither of them sleeping with another partner for years. But he did know Jimin was not a huge fan feeling the cum dripping out and he often found it unhygienic. “We can switch,” Jungkook offered. “I’ll bottom.”
In most relationships, an alpha bottoming was almost unheard of. Why would an alpha submit for an omega when that was literally what they were designed for? Omega’s submit, they present themselves, not an alpha. But Jungkook had never given a shit about those beliefs. He wanted whatever felt right in terms of sex. And that included taking a dick up his ass. Why alpha’s didn’t do it more often was beyond him. Regardless, he and Jimin were more than willing to switch positions. It was rare, Jungkook will admit that, having done it only a couple times. But he was fine to do it again.
“No, it’s fine,” Jimin insisted. “I want to bottom tonight. And I… I’m on birth control so it’s fine. Just help me clean after?”
Jungkook nodded firmly “of course.” The alpha moved his fingers back between Jimin’s legs. He moved his finger slowly across Jimin’s thigh and around his cheeks – successfully coating them with the coconut slick. Rubbing his finger against his entrance.
“Just, go slowly,” Jimin answered in a small voice.
Jungkook nodded in understanding. “I’ll be careful Jimin.” Reaching forward Jungkook moved his fingers around Jimin’s entrance. He rubbed the tip of his finger against Jimin’s hole, watching Jimin carefully to ensure he wasn’t pushing the elder too quickly. “I’ll go slow,” Jungkook promised. He pressed his middle finger forward, his fingertip entering Jimin carefully. Jungkook watches for any change in the boy’s behaviour. When Jimin tensed up slightly, Jungkook instantly froze.
“Go deeper,” Jimin insisted after taking a deep breath. “I’m fine I promise.” He appeared confident in his answer, allowing Jungkook to feel reassured in pushing his finger a little deeper. The omega wasn’t as tight as they both thought he would be – likely still a little stretched out from the day before and from Jungkook’s tongue.
Carefully Jungkook moved his finger in and out. Jimin struggled to hold back his moans as they quickly filled the air. Small passionate moans and pants of pleasure were released.
They worked together instead of against each other to make each other feel bliss. It was obvious the two worked well as a team – outside or inside the bedroom. Jimin had taken hold of Jungkook’s shaft again and began to stroke him, his fingers moving across the other man’s tip.
Jungkook slid his finger deep into Jimin, earning a deep moan from the elder. He twisted his finger around slightly, searching for the spot he had come to know well – until he heard the sudden sharp intake of breath Jimin released. Smirking slightly Jungkook growled out a low, “found it.” His full attention had shifted to the singular spot that he knew would give Jimin the greatest pleasure. He moved his finger deeper and began to pick up the speed. Carefully he added a second finger, beginning to scissor Jimin.
Jimin had tossed his head back as he became a squirming mess of want. He lifted his hips forward as his member throbbed. The pressure was too much, building up deep inside of him.
“Kookie” Jimin moaned as he reached above his head and grabbed tightly to the sheets, his fingers digging into the fabric. “I’m close.”
“Ready to come again?” Jungkook smirked deeply. He pressed his finger harder into the elder. His desire being driven at the want of seeing Jimin become undone with pleasure. “Well we can't have that,” Jungkook stated. And with that he slowed down, slowly pulling his finger free. “Are you ready?” he questioned.
When Jimin gave a small nod in response, his breathing was heavy. His reply – or lack thereof – earned a smirk when the younger. “Legs up” Jungkook ordered Jimin on the thighs. Jimin slowly lifted his legs and rested them against Jungkook’s shoulders.
“Jungkook'' Jimin whimpered lightly. He bucked his hips forward wanting to feel Jungkook inside him. He had swiftly become undone and turned into a whimpering horny mess with Jungkook.
“Jimin” Jungkook whispered, neglecting to use formalities.
“I want you inside,” Jimin practically begged. “Please.”
“Please who?” Jungkook smirked, his hands lightly grabbing at Jimin’s hips.
“Jungkook” Jimin breathed out. “Please Jungkook”
Holding onto Jimin’s hips Jungkook slowly slid his tip into Jimin’s entrance. Jimin gasped softly, eagerly accepting the small pressure. Leaning back into the plush bedding he moaned softly. “Alpha'' he begged out for the other male.
Jungkook guided his shaft deeper inside. “What was that?” Jungkook teased lightly.
“Alpha” Jimin released another whimper as he felt Jungkook move inside him. “More. Please.”
“omega,” Jungkook answered. Holding onto Jimin’s thighs Jungkook moved deeper into him, increasing his speed slightly. He pulled in and out, feeling around Jimin’s cavern. Although he was being soft and careful with his movements, that didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to find Jimin’s sweet spot.
Jimin arched his back and let out a pleasuring cry as he felt Jungkook hit his walls. “A-alpha” he moaned out – struggling to hold back from turning it into a scream. “Jungkook” he cried out. He was arching his back in need, feeling himself building again. His fingers were tangled tightly into the sheets and he held onto them in desperation.
Jungkook began going harder, pressing himself forward. A moan escaped his own lips. The feeling of Jimin’s tightness around him was driving him crazy. The day they experienced had been filled with stress and frustrations as they moved everything into their new place. They both desperately needed a night together to release some of their built up tension.
Jimin finally released that scream he was holding in when he felt Jungkook pressed against his pressure point. Thrusting his hips upwards Jimin moaned. “Jungkook!” he cried out. At that moment he was glad the music was so loud. Screw the neighbours being upset over a couple songs – at least they wouldn’t be hearing Jimin getting his back blown out. Although he couldn’t say the same about the scent he was releasing. It was likely filling the entire apartment.
“Ah f-fuck” Jimin gasped in sudden pressure. He leaned back and rested his head against the soft mattress and sheets. “Alpha!” he moaned.
Jungkook forced his shaft deeper inside. Holding the other male in place he began to thrust in and out. Giving Jimin very little time to adjust to his sudden increase in speed. However Jimin didn’t seem to mind. The lack of adjustment seemed to only stimulate the elderly more. With hard thrusts Jungkook moved himself deeper into Jimin. He knew Jimin was ready to come at any second and Jungkook felt the need to catch up with him. The need to form his knot to lock them together.
Jimin arched his back again and let out a pleasuring cry as he felt Jungkook hit his prostate. “Alpha” he moaned out – struggling to hold back from turning it into a scream.
By now the younger one was pounding into Jimin. Jungkook was pleasantly surprised to see just how well Jimin was able to hold back his climax. In Jungkook’s eyes this was something extremely sexy. Especially considering Jimin had cum so easily in the past.
Jimin finally released that scream he was holding in when he felt Jungkook slam against his pressure point again. With each thrust Jungkook not only increased his speed but also the depth. This forced the younger man closer to his release. His legs grew weaker and he struggled to withstand the weight of standing. By now his member was certainly throbbing as it was pushed into stimulation.
Jimin began to feel like he couldn’t hold it any longer. His body needed the release. It was begging for it. He quickly bucked his hips forward. If he weren’t relaxing into the bed he likely wouldn’t be able to hold himself up. The moans had shifted to primarily screaming and they were coming closer together with greater force. "Alpha!” he cried out in pleasure. He was coming. He was going to be released. “I… I need to come.”
Jungkook released his own moan as he had reached his own breaking point. The younger struggled with holding his own releases back. He certainly didn’t have the skills that Jimin did. However he didn't mind. His own member was starting to throb, a clear indication that he needed to come.
“Me too my omega” Jungkook painted. With a couple strong thrusts Jungkook felt Jimin shake beneath him as his orgasm reached him. “I can pull out,” Jungkook offered in a last ditch effort to provide Jimin with opinions he might be more comfortable with. Although the alpha was bound to be disappointed. He could feel his knot wanting to form, and although he was willing to pull out it might be too late. Popping a knot outside of the soft walls of an omega could be painful.
“I want it,” Jimin answered with another moan. “I need it.” Jimin whimpered as his body vibrated against Jungkook’s. “Please cum!” He released a large force with the pleasure of overcoming him. He had reached his own climax. His toes curled and his back arched for a final time. “Alpha!” he screamed out in pleasure.”I want your knot!”
Jungkook's own release followed shortly after. A final thrust into Jimin earned a borderline scream from the elder. He was then pushed over the edge riding his own orgasm out with slight thrusts. Allowing his climax to fully ride out Jungkook held Jimin in place. Jungkook’s knot slowly formed, locking the two of them together.
With both men breathing deeply, Jungkook guided the two so they were lying relaxed in bed. Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin, holding him against his chest. Trying to offer as little movement as possible as he adjusted to the feeling of the knot inside him.
Jimin took a deep breath, leaning his head against Jungkook’s shoulder, allowing himself to relax for the first time that day.
Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss against Jimin’s temple. “You were amazing as always, Jimin,” Jungkook praised lightly. He had come to know Jimin well over the years. The elder craved skin ships and pillow talk whenever he was coming down from an orgasm. Which also meant Jimin loved being locked together with his alpha via knotting.
“alpha” Jimin hummed in response. “Alpha?” he repeated when the younger one didn't respond.
“Yes, omega?” Jungkook answered, his fingers slowly twirling Jimin’s hair. He loved the way their scents had blended. They were such a good match together - at least in terms of smells.
“Are you scared?” his voice was small as he spoke.
“Scared of what Jimin?” Jungkook questioned pulling the other closer to his chest, hoping to provide him with comfort.
“Life” Jimin answered. “The future. Adulthood.” Jimin turned slightly in Jungkook’s arms so he could gaze back at him. “This was our last year. We’ll graduate in a couple days. We are supposed to be entering the real world now, Jungkook. What if I don’t know what I’m doing? What if I fail?”
“You’ve always been in the real world Jimin” Kookie answered, his fingers twirling the other’s dark hair. “Every stage in life provides its own individual challenges and fears, but that doesn’t make one stage any less real. You have still been experiencing adulthood regardless of if you are in university or in the working force.”
A moment of silence hung over them, before Jimin broke it with a “that didn’t answer my question.”
Jungkook chuckled softly. “Yeah” he answered honestly. “I am scared. I’m scared the fashion industry won't like the direction of my designs and their breakage of social and gender norms. I’m terrified I’ll be stuck in a retail job that I hate but do because it’s as close as I can get to fashion. There’s nothing wrong with retail! But I want to design. Of course I’m scared of the unknown Jimin. I would be foolish not to.”
Jimin nodded along to what Jungkook was saying. Softly he voiced his own fears, “I’m scared all I am is a pretty face, and that won't support me forever.” Jimin knew his modelling career was nowhere near ending, but he also accepted that eventually it would. He won’t keep his young attractive face forever.
“You have never been only a pretty face. '' Jungkook leaned forward to kiss Jimin's temple. “You are graduating at the top of your class with a business administration degree. Your internship adored you and I’m sure they wanted to hire you had you not insisted on modelling. But regardless, your modelling career has already proven to be successful and I can’t picture it slowing down anytime soon. You have planned for the future Jimin. If you lay here concerned about ten years from now you will miss out on all of today’s opportunities.”
“Ten years?” Jimin questioned softly. “You think my pretty face will only last ten years?”
Jungkook pushed against Jimin’s shoulder and released a deep chuckle. Of course Jimin would turn something sweet he said into playful banter. “Your pretty face will never fade Jimin” Jungkook breathed. “You will be beautiful till your last dying breath.” His grip tightened on the elder as he held him closer to his chest, feeling their hearts beat together.
“Thank you alpha,” Jimin breathed softly.
“You’re welcome my omega.”