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⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹
“We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.”
⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹
Jimin was nervous, fingers sweaty as he gripped the paper bag filled with doughnuts, pastries and tiny bite sized cakes from sweet desire ; their favourite go to place.
Jimin and Taehyung's favourite place.
He contemplates leaving the packet by the door if it meant that he could avoid Taehyung for another few days but it was impossible now and frankly Jimin couldn't deny how much he had missed the other.
He had something to tell Taehyung, something which he cannot in good sense hide from his best friend anymore. ( “you haven't told Tae yet?” Jungkook had a mischievous look on his face like the mere idea was giving him immense joy. Jimin had narrowed his eyes at him “Why are you looking at me like that?”. Jungkook just gave him his sweetest smile and a quick swift pat to his ass. “bro code, Jimin hyung. I can't tell you everything. ”)
Nonetheless, Jimin is sure Jungkook is Satan's spawn.
He loved that little shit.
He presses the doorbell and waits. Taehyung had given him a spare key to his apartment when he had moved out of Jin's as a ‘safety measure’ and Jimin still had that key safely kept at the back of his drawer. He could have brought it with him but considering Jimin was doing his best impression to move on and had kept Taehyung in the dark, he thought the alpha wouldn't appreciate him barging in.
Before he could coach himself on how to greet Taehyung again, the door opens with a resounding click. The scent of freshly mowed grass hits him. Taehyung looks beautiful, his hair seems to have grown a bit longer now curling around his nape. Jimin has a hard time not looking. For some unfathomable reason, Kim Taehyung had decided that today was a good day to move around shirtless, displaying that golden skin on display. Legs clad in black sweatpants that hang too low on his waist.
gods, he was so screwed .
Seeing Taehyung after a day made him needy for affection and cuddles but meeting him after weeks of avoiding the other stumped him blank. He stares with his mouth open, not realizing that Taehyung hasn't said a word in greeting. The usual smile is missing from those brown eyes.
Jimin's brain collapses on itself.
After hardly exchanging more than a handful of sentences in almost two weeks to seeing him in person, his physical body, not just pixels on social media apps Jimin swears he doesn't stalk. It was all too much to handle.
“Why are you not wearing a shirt?" He blurts out the first thing his brain latches on. It was cold and yet the man was moving around his apartment like they were in the middle of may. He couldn't even claim that he was nagging because he didn't want him to catch a cold, alphas were always warm like a furnace.
Taehyung's perfectly sculpted eyebrow shoots up, eyes intense as he looks Jimin all over and then shrugs. He takes a step back, hand still holding the door open.
“Wasn’t expecting company that's all.” he says and the words aren't unkind. Jimin hadn't informed him before coming but in his defense he never had to before. To be honest, it wasn't even in his plan. He was walking home when he passed by the café they had countless breakfast dates in and the longing to see Taehyung had risen in his chest , an uncontrollable selfish desire.
Taehyung hadn't invited him yet and suddenly Jimin feels self conscious.
Why do you think he wants to see you now?
Jimin swallows hard, breathing in through his mouth. He feels better already, his mind not running a mile per second with worries. Taehyung's mere presence and scent was enough to calm him down. Today, his usual clean fresh scent had undertones of dark musk. Jimin's knees feel weak. He is acutely aware that he is still standing in the hallway outside of Taehyung's apartment. He adjusts the bag in his hold. It would be a shame if he drops it now.
“Right. I'm sorry I should have informed you before—nevermind. I just wanted to give you these cupcakes! I should probably leave now anyway I have dance classes in an hour and Hobi hyung—"
"Come on in, Min-ah." Taehyung takes the bag from him and scoots over, waiting for Jimin to move inside. Jimin's skin burns where Taehyung touches his lower back, it was a slight touch of fingers, a thoughtless action. It burns all the same.
Jimin removes his scarf and coat, hanging it on the coat rail by the door. He removes his shoes slowly taking his sweet time till there was a considerable distance between the two. Taehyung keeps the brown bag at the centre table, busying himself by carefully opening the box.
Jimin makes his way towards the purple couch, taking a seat on it. He melts there, snuggling in the pillows and rubbing his toes all over the soft fabric. He has to stop himself from outright purring that his omega clearly wanted to do. It wouldn't be dramatic to say that he had missed their couch too, this one they had found at a yard sale after walking the whole day between shops. It was a miracle when Jimin's eyes had fallen on it.
Jimin lays down in a fetal position, watching Taehyung sit opposite to him. The man had taken pity on him by finding a red flannel and draping it over his body. Though, the first few buttons were not fastened. Jimin looks at that patch of bronze skin peeking through, somehow it looked even more sinful compared to when he was half naked. It felt forbidden to let his eyes stray there.
how about you just kill me instead .
"It's going to reek of you for weeks now." Taehyung mocks, lips stretched around a cupcake. He takes a big bite and shoves the entire thing in his mouth, getting pink frosting at the corner of his lips. Jimin's finger twitches with the need to get up and wipe it off. He stays put.
Taehyung is in a mood. He wipes the corner of his lips with his thumb and promptly pokes his tongue out to lick it clean all the while looking at Jimin. Jimin shivers and looks away.
He coughs and sits up, it was clear that Taehyung wasn't going to address the elephant in the room.
“I wanted to talk to you.” Jimin's voice is hesitant, even a bit breathy from how hard it was to ignore the fluttering in his chest. It was probably not a good idea to stay; his face, his movements, hell even his breathing gave away his feelings so blatantly it was so obvious . It shouldn't be. Not anymore. Jimin has to lock his feelings so deep and dark that he couldn't access them even if he tries, it wasn't his fault that Taehyung was the sun in his life. He was capable of more than he could think.
Taehyung stops eating, licking his messy fingers clean. He looks bored.
“Go ahead then Jimin-ah. Make your excuses, I'm listening.”
Jimin's eyes widen, instantly he wants to laugh. It's his natural response to situations that make him nervous and just imagining about this particular ‘situation’ taking place had made him lose his sleep more nights than he could count.
“It's not an excuse, Taehyungie. Both of us were busy! you with your term end and I had to practice for my winter recital.” Jimin doesn't beat around the bush, getting to the point of this simmering tension between them, picking the bull by its horn.
“Yeah. busy.” Taehyung scoffs, taking a swig of water from the bottle kept on the table. “Fine. If you are so busy, what are you doing here? Go to practice.”
This time it's Jimin who feels his temper rising, he knew he was in the wrong but being at the receiving end of Taehyung's indifference is disorienting when he wants nothing more for things to go back to normal because now it can . Jimin is trying.
“Don’t do that. I missed you. That's why I’m here. I really missed you Taehyung-ah. Nothing is ever the same without you.”
Taehyung's icy stare thwarts and melts at Jimin's confession. Both of them were entirely too dependent on each other but to be reminded that with words of assurance, maybe they need to work on that.
“Why did you avoid me? Where have you been spending all your time? I went to your apartment four times, Jimin-ah. I think your neighbour almost called the cops on me. I was so fucking worried. You don't get to say you were busy ." Taehyung's voice is soft but his words are sharp, the man always had his anger controlled because he knew just where to hit to make it hurt.
Jimin felt terrible, he wanted to hug Taehyung, tell him that he never has to worry about him. That he really loved him. He doesn't move. Proximity will just set them off like firecrackers.
“I'm sorry. I had been staying with Namjoon hyung and Hobi. They have a spare bed and it was easier to go to practice together.” I purposefully moved so that I could settle my heart. “I was in a bad place Taetae. I needed space.” A half truth.
Taehyung draws in a breath and looks to the side, where the window is. The overhead sun casts a beautiful glow on his face, highlighting the contours. Jimin thinks Taehyung looks like a painting, a wonderful piece of art that he could look at freely. He wanted to place a kiss there, at the bottom of his jaw where he could feel his pulse. Would Taehyung allow him?
“You wanted space from me?” Taehyung asks then. And when he turns his face towards Jimin, the heartbreak is clear as day. “We never—” he trails off.
Jimin picks up the loose thread of that unsaid sentence and twines it around his fingers, trying to roll it so it doesn't hurt.
“We never had to before, yes, you have been my anchor for the longest time. But, there are some battles that I have to fight alone. For them I can't rely on you.” Jimin smiles a sad little thing. Oh he wishes Taehyung wouldn't hurt, that he wasn't the reason Taehyung's mood was downcast.
Taehyung stays silent. Contemplating. Jimin follows. He didn't have anything else to add.
Jimin had wanted space . Which was fair. Jimin had no obligation towards him. Except that it was hard for him to swallow down the thought. That it could be so easy for Jimin to pick Taehyung up and toss him out of his life, only coming back on his own terms like Taehyung's feelings didn't exist. It was worse that he didn't care. As long as you need me, have me.
“Okay Jiminie.” He says. “Please don't disappear again. Tell me if you need me to leave you alone. send me a letter if you have to but tell me ." a forlorn sigh leaves his lips “I was lost." it hurts.
Jimin chokes up. He felt like absolute filth.
this is all your doing, you are a selfish omega and a selfish friend.
“Come here, Taehyung-ah.” Jimin says, soft and malleable. “I want to tell you something important.”
Taehyung for all his sadness could never deny Jimin anything, he was his best friend, his soulmate, his moon.
He makes to get up only to fall right back on his ass when a sharp pain stings through his head. The uncomfortable feeling that he had accounted for not enough sleep slashes through his body and makes cold shiver rise throughout his system.
He wants to bite Jimin.
The realization, although not surprising, was so viscous in its strength that Taehyung's hand trembled where it lay on his lap, clenching and unclenching around nothing. His gum sore, the dormant canines threatening to break out like a feral beast. He belatedly realised how strongly he was releasing his pheromones in the air when Jimin audibly gasped, eyes widening owlishly, posture strung like a bow.
“Taehyung-ah.” Jimin sits up straight, pupils blown wide. The animal in him responds to the mating pheromones and the smell of a strong virile alpha in front of him. The alpha that he had been pining for years . He swears. This can't be happening right now. Especially not now.
“Shit. You are in rut.” he says, stating the obvious. His pink tongue peeks out to wet his lower lip, Taehyung's feverish eyes trail the movement. “Alpha.” Jimin adds, and even he knows that it was foolish to address him as such. It was showing meat to an enraged lion, akin to a wish to be trampled down battered yellow and blue. Maybe, That's what Jimin wanted all along.
The air feels charged with an impending storm, the hair at the back of his neck stand up, alert. His omega was ready to run, give in to the mating chase. There was no room to hide and it was laughable to even think he could outrun an alpha in rut. Taehyung wouldn't stop at anything until his knot was snuggled in him if Jimin made a choice to dangle the chase in front of his face. Jimin had an insane urge to cackle like a banshee. They were going so well. Why did nature had to fuck them up?
The cupcake lay ruined on the carpet, had fallen down somehow when both of their attention was diverted. Taehyung's eyes flash and he tilts his head, assessing Jimin from head to toe. The hormone sizzling under his skin made his vision narrow. It would be so easy to cage him— no.
At the back of his head, the part which could still distinguish between the Jimin that was his friend, the one he had sworn to protect, the one that he had hand-fed more time than he could count, the Jimin that had slept on top of him the entirety of his first year in college because he was homesick, the Jimin that was his best friend; was asking him to reconsider. He couldn't deny his body, the alpha in him wanted to ruin the same Jimin, His wolf saw him as a potential mate, and the desire to mark him, bite him was echoing in his head. Jimin Jimin Jimin— Since when Jimin smelled so sweet?
He stands up before Jimin could form another word and crosses the distance between them. He kneels down in front of the omega, his head level with Jimin's pretty toes. He kisses his feet, ignoring the way Jimin's hand shakes where he has it above his heart.
“Jimin.” Taehyung's voice is gruff, gruffer than it should be. He has gone through ruts his entire life and yet this did not compare. He felt more animal than he did human and it wasn't easy to hold himself back. When Jimin was right there, all plumped up and sweet and ready to be devoured.
Jimin doesn't dare say anything. He bites his cheeks hard, the skin threatening to give under the pressure and adding the iron tinge smell to the already stuffy room. Something told him blood will be spilled either way. It was not his choice.
“Tae.” Jimin breathed out, hesitantly cupping the side of his cheek, checking the waters. Taehyung immediately leans his head and smells the scent gland located at his wrist, a deep rumble leaves his chest. Jimin smiles, so fond. It was similar to how a cat would purr when you scratch just the right spot on its ear.
Taehyung doesn't ask for permission, running his nose up and down the scent gland, marking the skin there with his own potent smell of drenched earth. The burst of earthy and bitter herbs makes Jimin's mouth pool with saliva. It's dark and hypnotic, Jimin realizes how this is probably the first time when he's been showered in Taehyung's smell like this, the alpha has been so careful with him. But there was not a trace of that control left.
“Jimin-ah, leave.” Taehyung is still on the floor, the sweat beading on his forehead telling Jimin everything. “But, I—I want you to stay. I feel—” crazy, I feel like if you leave me now I will die. “No. You have to go.
Jimin bites his lip, this was a tough spot to be in. Clearly, Taehyung wasn't expecting the rut to hit him now or he wouldn't have allowed Jimin to enter his apartment. His instinct was clashing. He wanted to stay and take care of Taehyung exactly how an omega would take care of their alpha. But, Taehyung wasn't his alpha. It was…..
Then, Taehyung stares right in Jimin's eyes, his fingers grip Jimin's ankles, fingers rubbing the spot. The want and arousal displayed in the brown eyes that were so familiar to him makes Jimin's core run hot.
“Tae. Baby. I would love to help you out. But promise me, this wouldn't change anything between us." The words are honest and raw. Jimin has a choice and he knows Taehyung won't lay a single finger on him if the omega said no and left.
The alpha nods eagerly, “I promise." He even locks their pinkies together. “It won't have to mean anything.”
It leaves his mouth like the lie it is. It would mean everything.
But, Jimin has to remember that Taehyung was in a rut, after a while he will probably won't even remember that Jimin is his best friend. He will want to sustain his appetite to dominate and breed.
A sudden burst of confidence hits Jimin, a smile lighting up his features. He leans in closer to Taehyung till their nose brush against each other, Taehyung's eyes flutter close and Jimin relishes in the control that he has over the alpha.
“Come and catch me first Taetae.” He whispers and the change in Taehyung's demeanor is lightning fast. But Jimin knew what little advantage that he had was of surprise. He was inferior in both strength and speed, what he did have was agility. He kisses Taehyung's nose, the alpha's eyes widen and Jimin takes that second of lapse in attention as he hooks and plants his feet on the couch, using the momentum to do a backflip that he has done countless times for his dance class. He lands on his feet softly, like a cat.
For a moment they stare at each other, the couch providing a barrier in between before Jimin takes off towards Taehyung's kitchen, it was the most spacious part of the house and he could use it to his advantage. His ear catches on the growl that leaves Taehyung's lips and it's ferocious, it's warning others that this was his omega that he was chasing; not that there were other alphas to warn off.
Jimin's heart is beating down his throat, he doesn't need to look back and check if Taehyung is after him. The smell of rapidly drenched earth and the loud footsteps are indication enough. The thrill of it all makes tingles go down Jimin's spine, he loves that Taehyung has to work for his right to put his hands on Jimin's body. A giggle leaves his mouth, an unbridled thing.
He makes a sharp turn towards the window near the hallway that leads to Taehyung's room and as expected the alpha barrels after him.
Taehyung is fast on his feet, his hand catches the back of Jimin's top, fingers brushing against the soft fabric. He was so so close.
but not fast enough.
Jimin lets Taehyung feel like he won, that Jimin was under his thumb before he spins on his heel and uses his momentum to veer towards the main kitchen, he looks back and sees Taehyung collide with the wall. A pained grunt leaves his mouth and Jimin thinks if he wasn't hell bent on their little chase he would have been all over the man, looking for injuries. But as for now, all he feels is a sense of satisfaction.
“Too slow, aren't you?” Jimin taunts, the sense of having this little win makes him feel invincible.
Taehyung pushes his hair back, eyes locking in on Jimin's body hiding behind the kitchen table.
“When I get my hands on you and it's a ‘when’ not a ‘if’ you will regret coming here. little omega. ” Taehyung delivers in the same teasing sing-song voice. The threat is clear, Jimin gulps.
Shit. That was hot. He had never thought Taehyung would ever address him in such a primal way.
Jimin's body thinks it's the perfect time to start slicking, his face turns red in mortification. He feels the slick dribbling down his inner thigh, the scent of freshly baked vanilla cake becomes overbearing. And, of course Taehyung can smell it. The self satisfying grin on his face is answer enough.
“I—” Jimin can't add more, not that his brain was providing anything smart enough to say. With Taehyung on his mind and the rush of adrenaline in his blood, he starts going dizzy with desire. He has never spent a rut with anyone, had only helped omegas with their heat. He had no idea what pheromones alone could do to his body. The slick leaking makes a whine leave his lips and he closes his eyes.
“Alpha.” He whines desperately in confusion, tears threatening to spill. His bravado slowly leaving his system, it was true that he was attracted to Taehyung, it was more than obvious but suddenly everything felt too real, too fragile. What if this was a mistake? Jimin whimpers. He couldn't lose Taehyung, he couldn't.
Through the haze of emotional onslaught he doesn't catch on when Taehyung closes the distance between them. There are hands snaking around his waist, Jimin melts and tilts his neck in response. He sniffles. No matter what, Taehyung had always been Jimin's biggest source of
comfort and it wasn't going to change now.
Taehyung takes a deep breath, nose tracing the delicate line of Jimin's throat, the act was both territorial as well as sprouted out from his need to calm Jimin down.
It works, Jimin let's go. He becomes a puddle in Taehyung's arms.
“I will take care of you.” Taehyung's warm body pressed against Jimin's back is a welcome distraction. Jimin thinks about how this was wrong, he could name a million reasons why they shouldn't do this, that he should call Yoongi and he would take care of Tae. But, it wasn't so easy was it? He didn't care. He wanted to be the one to look after Taehyung, it arose from his chest. The feeling was as solid as the body against his.
“I don't think you are in a position to take care of me, Tae.” Jimin whispers and turns around to face the boy, his best friend. He loops his hand around Taehyung's neck making the alpha lean down so that they are eye level with each other. This close he can map out the pretty moles scattered like little stars on Taehyung's skin.
“ I will take care of you.” Jimin declares, he pushes his own need to the back. Taehyung didn't need to deal with the unrequited love when he could barely talk through the pain and haze. He kisses Taehyung's forehead, an assurance and a promise.
The alpha shudders in Jimin's arm.
“I will take such good care of you Taehyung-ah. Now where were we?” Jimin's mouth curves in a coy smile. His own body has started to heat up in response to Taehyung's. The confusion from mere minutes ago had been wiped out with the need to be good .
Taehyung's hand tightened around Jimin's waist like he knew that Jimin was planning to run away again.
“That was really sweet and all but I'm not letting you go again.” Taehyung's breath is warm and sweet against Jimin's face, it smells like cupcakes. “Last chance, angel. Say no to me. Go back to your apartment. We will pretend none of this happened, that you weren't leaking slick all over my kitchen floor because of me. I will manage, and you can jerk off to the thought of me and I know you will. But, if not I'm going to knot you so hard and good you won't even remember your name. Understood?”
Jimin's poor hole clenches around air, he eyes the man in front of him and can barely stop himself from presenting his ass like a desperate slut. He needs to make sure that this is about Taehyung, he has to shut his own feelings off but it's getting harder to ward off.
“All bark and no bite. I asked you to catch me and here I am in your arms yet all you have been doing is talk. You talk so much.” Jimin knows he is on thin ice, Taehyung's hand which was previously on the swell of ass glides down to grab a handful of meat and uses it to force Jimin's body against his, no space between them. Their noses brush against each other.
“A brat, that's what you are Jimin and I'm going to treat you like one.”
Jimin smiles, eyes twinkling. Somehow the statement makes him want to pinch Taehyung's cheek and coo but he does neither, He doesn't think Taehyung's alpha would appreciate being babied.
“You think I'm cute huh?” Taehyung asks, an eyebrow raised. And, of course he knows. The ability to read each other's minds wasn't new. Jimin is making that face where he looks at Taehyung from behind his lashes, eyes a clear depth of bottomless sea reflecting back the love he holds.
“What gave you the idea?” Jimin teases back, it's hard not to let their familiarity with each other surface even in a situation like this.
Taehyung growls loudly and this one sends a pleasant tingle down his gut. He nips Jimin's ear, a mock bite but Jimin knows Taehyung wouldn't seriously consider leaving a bite there, not unless the omega asks him to.
Jimin's breath hitches, a laugh stuck in his throat. His finger trails a path from Taehyung's defined eyebrows to his lips, Jimin really wants to kiss his stupidly beautiful lips.
“Take me, Taehyung.”
Famous last words.
Jimin is pleasantly surprised when Taehyung picks him up with an arm pressed around his waist, suddenly they are closer than they ever have been. Like this, Jimin can count the thousand lashes that fan across the alpha's eyes.
“Finally I have you where I've always wanted you.” Taehyung whispers, there is no fear when he presses a kiss to the side of Jimin's lips. Their lips barely brush but Jimin feels like the world just shifted around him. He is hyper aware of how dangerous this is, the game that they are playing. Taehyung's judgement is clouded by his rut, he probably doesn't even realise what he is saying. But Jimin should know better. It shouldn't make his heart gallop in his chest like a butterfly trapped in a cage.
It’s already late.
It's not Jimin's omega that leaps at Taehyung, cupping his cheek and kissing him desperately. He wanted that contact so desperately he itched all over with it. If loving was a sin, then Jimin would gladly go to hell kissing the man he was forbidden not to have.
Taehyung is not surprised by the action. He takes Jimin's needy touches, his hand comes up to take hold of Jimin's tiny hand, squeezing his fingers in assurance.
Their kiss born out of greed, want, lust and longing soon drowns them in pure pleasure. Jimin kisses Taehyung with all the pent up desire that has been sticking to his heart. His fingers play with the luscious hair on the alpha's head and he feels on top of the world.
Jimin moves back to suck a mouthful of air greedily, his eyes remain unfocused, a sheen of tears making them look bigger than they actually are. Taehyung rumbles a pleased sound, mouth latching on Jimin's exposed collarbone. His teeth bite the skin there and Jimin knows he's trying to be gentle but the sloppy sound of kisses being pressed there makes Jimin's hole leak slick again.
He sighs in contentment and leans back on the table behind making Taehyung chase his taste.
When Taehyung moves back the dangerous look is back in his eyes, his fingers clench around his waist in a grip that should be too tight but Jimin doesn't mind.
“Do you have any idea how fucking pretty you are? makes me want to worship every inch of you.” He kisses the dip of Jimin's collarbones slowly “makes me want to ruin you.”
The words are enough to make Jimin moan a low, needy sound, he hides his eyes with his arm, legs snaking around Taehyung's waist in a desperate hold pulling the alpha closer.
“C’mon Tae. Fuck me. please.” Jimin whimpers.
Taehyung bites his lips, eyes impossibly darker. He takes a hold of Jimin's hand and places a soft kiss to the soft skin of his wrist, a full body shudder goes through Jimin's body.
“Let me take my time with you, Jimin-ah. You are so precious to me I would hate to hurt you.”
Taehyung's voice is sincere and Jimin has not the heart to tell him that he would take whatever Taehyung does to him, whatever the alpha decides was enough. Jimin has longed for the touch so much it has developed a consciousness of its own.
Jimin nods. “Okay.”
Taehyung smiles and it's the most beautiful thing Jimin has ever seen, could ever see. Would Taehyung still smile at him like the peonies blooming in summer if he knew the turmoil that wrecks Jimin's heart, the darkness that surrounds it?
Would Taehyung ever feel the same? He didn't want to know the answer. He wanted to drown and never come back up.
Jimin's attention is snapped back to reality with the sensation of Taehyung's lips closing around his nipple, the alpha looks at him and Jimin can barely keep his eyes open to look back and maintain the contact.
“T-taehyung.”
Jimin's words get stuck in his throat, a horrible sticky mess.
Taehyung sucks the brown buds, using his tongue to flick the tender skin there. Jimin's lips open in a perfect 'o'. His hands previously holding the counter hover mid air before they find their place in Taehyung's hair, grasping them in his tiny fingers. He pushes Taehyung's head harder against his chest and Taehyung's chest rumbles a happy feral sound. His teeth graze the tip of Jimin's nipples, the reaction is instantaneous. A loud moan escapes Jimin's rosy pink lips.
The sound doesn't affect Taehyung or if it does he doesn't show an outward reaction. His fingers latch themselves around Jimin's neglected nipple, rolling the bud around with his index and thumb, the skin reddens under the careful ministration. Jimin couldn't look away even if he wanted to.
“Taehyungie. It feels so good—ah” His words are garbled, wet with snot and tears. A mess. He was a mess under Taehyung.
He feels so close to the edge already. His thighs have been continuously tightening around Taehyung in a desperate move to quench the ache in his hole, to get a ghost of friction.
Taehyung laps at him like a man starved and Jimin his sole reason for living. Jimin can't take the rising tide inside of him anymore and he ruts desperately against Taehyung's thigh that's lodged between his legs. His slick is everywhere, the smell of vanilla nauseatingly sweet, the kind that sticks to the back of your throat like a stubborn stain.
“Can I—can I come? I'm going to come.” Jimin blabbers, he has long given up on his quest to immortalize Taehyung's image. His head is thrown back, neck stretching to expose his glistening unblemished skin.
Without a word of warning Taehyung slides Jimin's trouser down, his panty coming down next and Jimin's skin grows hot with mortification when Taehyung takes a second to take it all in. His hole quivers and a glob of slick runs down.
Taehyung smirks, Jimin could die.
But thankfully, The alpha doesn't make a comment on the obvious show of eagerness being displayed by Jimin's body, not like he was faring any better.
His fingers trace his rim, softly.
“Is this okay?” Taehyung asks.
“Yes.” Jimin heaves a breath. “More.” he adds.
Taehyung's skin is breaking into a sweat again and Jimin guesses it must be an effect of his rut.
The alpha pushes his finger in and Jimin's world stops turning but this time it's not because he wants to write romantic letters but because of how long Taehyung's fingers are and they reach so so deep.
Jimin pants, his own skin flushing muted red.
Taehyung doesn't give him time to adjust before he is pushing a second finger in. The wet squelch echoes around the hall, with it Jimin slowly loses his mind to senseless lust.
“More! Taetae—” he hiccups and belatedly realizes he had been sobbing “I need you to fuck me open.”
“Needy little thing.” Taehyung growls.
This time Jimin screams, a sound born out of such intense pleasure it's bordering on the threshold of pain. Taehyung has got four of his fingers inside his wanton little hole and he uses his upper arm strength to really drill into him.
His arm gets progressively wet with Jimin's slick, thumb rubbing Jimin's perineum.All that escapes Jimin's mouth is a constant sound of Taehyung's name and low incessant moans that make Taehyung harder than he has ever been.
Taehyung quickly realizes his favourite thing to do is make Jimin fall apart on his fingers.
“You are so tight around my finger baby, but not for long hm? need to get you loose and ready for my cock.”
Taehyung's finger scissor inside Jimin's walls making his thighs tremble. Jimin's brain focuses on the word ‘baby’ and it involuntarily pulls a smile on his face. He reached out towards Taehyung with his hands.
“Kiss. Kiss me, please.” Jimin whispers, a part of him still feels awkward in demanding things, it doesn't matter that Taehyung's fingers are literally inside of him.
Taehyung leans in, “You are so beautiful.” he says.
Jimin opens his mouth to accept Taehyung's lips and they kiss languidly, no rush in their movements. And then, Taehyung's finger find his prostate. Jimin feels a burst of stars behind his eyelids. Taehyung readily swallows his moans and bites his lips. The bead of sweat drips from his forehead and lands on Jimin's equally sweaty skin. It feels surreal to be engaging in this debauchery.
This time Jimin doesn't get to warn Taehyung when he tips over the edge considering the man is actively stopping words from leaving his mouth. A muffled scream, fingernails digging against tan skin, the smell of extra sugary vanilla are all the signs that manifest as Jimin cums on Taehyung's fingers. His back arches off the table, plastering itself against Taehyung's body.
Taehyung cranes his face above Jimin's, their foreheads touching, heavy pants leave their mouth and paint the air around them in streaks of fiery hot.
It's downright filthy when Taehyung removes his hand out of Jimin's hole only to lick the slick coating his fingers, his tongue, oh his sinful tongue caresses the skin there like it was the last drop of water he will ever have. Jimin's eyes roll to the back of head at the sight.
“That’s —that’s dirty. You shouldn't.” Even to Jimin's ears the words sound half-hearted at best but he feels the need to say it anyway. The idea that the act might unsettle his already shaken heart was too much.
Taehyung snorts, like this he looks young and carefree again, his hair is in a state of disarray with how much Jimin had been pulling on it. Jimin is so fond and so so gone for him it would be a foolish notion to try and stay his racing heart.
“A bit late for that don't you think Jimin-ah?” His voice is mocking, a confident lilt to it. He knows he is making Jimin lose his mind.
Jimin thinks he has a whole lot of audacity which he would love to crush beneath his heel.
Jimin doesn't think of the consequences when he makes the split second decision to grab Taehyung's cock through his trouser and of course the freak is not wearing underwear. Classic Taehyung stuff. But that makes it easier for Jimin to grab the base and apply pressure, he hopes his face doesn't show the surprise when his palm barely circles around the girth of it.
A hiss escapes Taehyung's mouth but he makes no move to dislodge Jimin's hand.
“You think you can do something about it, darling?” he whispers against Jimin's lips “think you can pleasure me?”
Jimin grits his teeth while his cheeks flare up with heat and he tightens his fist to the point of it hurting the alpha's impossibly hard cock. The fact that Taehyung would so blatantly use his lack of sexual experience against him made the need to prove the alpha wrong even stronger.
Park Jimin knew how to suck a cock and it was time that Kim Taehyung got to experience it.
It was only now that Jimin was noticing the abundance of clothes on Taehyung, the man had not removed a single layer. The shirt, although half unbuttoned, was still on and his jogger too remained fastened. While Jimin's own state was not decent, His trouser had somehow found a place on the ground and his shirt had been shoved beneath his chin to expose his tits to the air. How barbaric.
Jimin shoves Taehyung back creating some distance, he sits up straight.
“Is everything okay Jimin? Did I—” Taehyung maintains the distance and for it Jimin applauds him. It was not easy for an alpha to stay away from the omega he had chosen to spend his rut with.
Jimin removes the shirt from his body, stretching his back muscles in tandem. Laying on the hard marble surface, contrary to popular belief, hurts like hell.
Being naked as the day he was born, he stands up. He sees Taehyung visibly gulp and the rush of power makes a part of him sing voraciously.
He takes Taehyung's hand in his, he wanted the alpha to be free to take him as his alpha demands and if he won't do it himself well Jimin never said he wasn't above a little manipulation.
The path to their—Taehyung’s bedroom is short. Taehyung's eyes shamelessly rake over Jimin's figure, his voluptuous ass, the little dimples that rest over the cleft of it and he wants to bite it, explore his body at his own pace. The desire that runs through his veins is as true as the beat of his heart.
As soon as they cross the threshold, Taehyung loses his patience. He pushes Jimin up against the wall and kisses him hard and fast.
Jimin moans in surprise, he holds the back of Taehyung's head and pushes him back.
“No more kissing for you, little tiger.” Jimin growls, it's not as impressive as an alpha's but it's enough to make a point.
He tests his luck and shoves Taehyung who lands on his ass at the edge of the bed, his eyebrows furrowed, lips pushed in a pout. Jimin thinks it's downright adorable.
Jimin does not know where the confidence is coming from but before he loses it he walks towards the man and crawls in the space between his legs, eyes on level with his cock that's still hidden from his sight.
“Get that off.” Jimin signals towards Taehyung's flannel, his voice is clipped and Taehyung is fast to obey. He takes the apparel off, throwing it somewhere across the room.
Taehyung then moves his hand to remove the bottom, Jimin stops him by giving him a hard look.
“No. You will sit back and take what I give to you. understand?”
Taehyung curses. “You are killing me, Jimin.”
Jimin smiles devilishly, “Good.”
Jimin traces the hard line of Taehyung's thigh, hand moving up slowly, nails scratching a scorching path towards their destination. He tugs the pants down, Taehyung pushing his body up to help him better.
Taehyung's cock is, for the lack of better word, huge and imposing, standing tall with heavy veins and a red protruding head. The base of it swollen tight with the need to form a knot. Jimin has never spent a rut with an alpha but that doesn't mean he is an idiot, he knows how much it must be hurting Taehyung to ignore his body's demands to tend to Jimin instead. No more. The sole reason he agreed to this was because he wanted to look after Taehyung, not the other way around.
keep telling yourself that.
Jimin has gone cross eyed looking at it. Taehyung gently cups the back of his head, thumb rubbing up and down against the back of his neck. He doesn't say a word of persuasion but the imploring dripping out of his skin gives it away.
Jimin gives himself a quick mental pep talk.
This is fine. They are friends. Friends help each other out. This means nothing. Taehyung is your soulmate. You promised to always be there for him.
With that mantra in his head Jimin gives a small kittenish lick to hear Taehyung groan. He quickly swallows the cock down his throat, like many other aspects of his life Kim taehyung manages to surprise him again. Park Jimin, self proclaimed Blow job connoisseur struggles to fit the whole of it inside. But thankfully, he doesn't gag.
Taehyung whines and leans back on his elbows spreading his legs for better access and Jimin would appreciate the view if he wasn't busy trying not to choke.
“Fuck Jimin.” Taehyung croaks “How are you so good at this?”
It is clear he doesn't really want an answer and neither Jimin bothers to give him one. Not like he can. Jimin wraps his fist around the part where his mouth can't reach and rotates his head expertly, swirling his tongue around. The drool leaking past his lips dripped down Taehyung's balls and on the ground submerging with the puddle of slick already on the floor.
Jimin picks Taehyung's hand from where it is stuffed around the white sheet of his bed and places it on top of his head.
use me.
Taehyung bites his lip, hesitant. Jimin rolls his eyes. He pulls off and a translucent thread of cum and spit connects Taehyung's cock to his lips before it disappears into thin air.
“Fuck my mouth alpha and fuck it hard.”
Taehyung doesn't even get to utter a thing before Jimin goes back to blowing him off like a champ. The alpha's lust guides him ultimately, hands tangling in Jimin's soft blonde hair and tugging them hard, pushing Jimin against his cock hard enough for it to hurt. Jimin who had been doing a wonderful job at not gagging till now makes an awful choking sound when Taehyung's entire cock makes a way down his throat. His nose touches the base of neatly trimmed hair and his eyes water something horrible. He can't see anything through the haze of it. Can't even breathe really.
Above him Taehyung is making inhuman sounds of pleasure, Jimin's name on his tongue right along with that of a god.
Just when he thinks he would have to tap out Taehyung pulls back, Jimin heaves a lungful of air. His throat feels like a giant bruised mess.
“Was that hard enough?” Taehyung asks and his voice is cruel. Eyes dark with desire, a thing that cannot be controlled.
Jimin opens his mouth, lips shiny coated with precum.
“That was——.”
He was convinced Taehyung would knot his mouth, he knew how much it hurt but with how long Taehyung had gone without knotting he had figured it was a possible outcome.
It's a messy business, the stench, the raw desire, the lust trapped under their skin waiting to roar high and engulf them in pure unadulterated pleasure.
Taehyung picks Jimin up, making the omega yelp in surprise, his hand floundering in the air. His body meets the soft sheet of Taehyung's bed, the smell of pine and earth so strong it makes him dizzy.
When Taehyung descends on him, it's like meeting an old lover. The warm skin of his chest, strong arms around his body, legs tangles and breath sharing the same air.
“You are beautiful.”
Jimin thinks it's him who said those incriminating words.
But it's not, it's Taehyung whose eyes bore into his. The fire in them scares Jimin. Scared Jimin never made good decisions.
“You are prettier than—”
Jimin never lets him complete his sentence. He grabs a fistful of Taehyung's curly hair and kisses him hard. A leg finds its place above his ass and pushes his bottom half against his. Taehyung moans into the kiss, biting Jimin's pink lush lips.
“Get in me. now.”
Taehyung for the better part had held back enough, he had tried to restrain his alpha as much as he could but now it was of no use.
Jimin is leaking, his much smaller cock hard and standing proud against his chest, poorly neglected.
Taehyung pushes their cocks together to get a kick out of their size difference and Jimin scoffs when he realizes the glee on the alpha's face.
“You are such a kid.”
Taehyung only laughs, the novelty of the act of touching Jimin's cock hasn't lessened but the urge to fuck into his hole rises inside him like a siren's call.
“Hit me hard if you want me to stop.” Taehyung says and makes sure the words make a home inside Jimin's rut influenced brain.
Then, he pushes in. Slowly at first, focusing on Jimin's face and its lines. When there's no hesitance, he imaples Jimin with one hard push, completely getting encompassed in the warm slicked muscle.
Jimin shouldn't be surprised at the sheer size of him considering he did had it in his mouth moments ago. But, the feeling of his cock inside of him is entirely new. Not painful, no. The alpha made sure Jimin would be stretched and dripping for him, well, he didn't need to bother with the dripping part as Jimin just needed to smell Taehyung before he started dripping slick, a part that he never had control over. Thankfully, the alpha never seemed to notice the sweetening of vanilla and wildflowers around him.
“Fuck.” Jimin whimpers out, grabbing Taehyung's arm to steady him? stop him?
Taehyung has no control over his desires that run rampant, the rut now having completely taken a hold of him. His wild eyes are fixed on the sight of Jimin's body stretching around his cock.
He places a hand on Jimin's abdomen, pushes his hips back and plunges himself again and then again. His hand feels the shape of his cock through Jimin's lower abdomen and it makes him feel ecstatic, makes him burn like a furnace, makes him want to do things to Jimin he had sworn he would never.
Tears have started to escape Jimin's eyes, little translucent pearls that clump his eyelashes together.
“Taehyung—I.” Jimin doesn't know exactly why he called out for him except that he really wants Taehyung to kiss him again. But, he fears that it would be too intimate a thing. He stops himself from making that request.
“Do you feel good my Jimin?” Taehyung asks, his hips have found a steady rhythm of fucking into him. His cock entering him again and again, reaching that sensitive spot that other alpha's barely ever find. Jimin clenches around his length, legs hugging his waist. He feels embarrassed at the amount of slick that leaves his body at this rate he will get dehydrated before Taehyung.
The alpha rolls his hips and stretches over Jimin's body to kiss the side of his face from his crown to the base of his chin. Chaste small kisses in contrast with how fast and rough his thrusts are. Jimin's body is positively jostling across the bed and if it was not for Taehyung pushing him down on the bed with a firm grip on his waist he would probably have hurt himself on the wooden headboard behind him.
Jimin gasps and whines when Taehyung slaps the side of his hip, it is by no means a hard hit and barely stings but the fact it's Taehyung treating him like makes his toes curl.
“I asked you something, my pretty dove.”
Jimin thinks, yeah he did. “Feels good Taehyungie. you are so big inside of him, bigger than anyone else. You make me hurt in the best possible ways. I think i might be addicted to your—you.” a smile curves up his lips “but a knot would make me feel better.”
“It would.”
Taehyung flips Jimin so that he would be on top of him, his thighs around Taehyung's hips, cock still inside him. Jimin barely makes a sound of protest before Taehyung plants his feet on the bed, grabs Jimin's waist and plummets inside at a speed that was unlike anything they were doing before.
Even though the position usually puts Jimin in control Taehyung gives him none, making Jimin take what is given and just exactly how it is given.
Jimin's body is a ragdoll being jostled around to suit Taehyung's needs, his body bouncing up and down, his own little cock slapping against his stomach coating it with precum.
“Is this enough?”
Taehyung asks and Jimin is in no position to answer, his hand is braced on Taehyung's chest, blunt nails digging in and leaving crescent shapes marks all over perfect skin. His thighs shake with the force of it all, his mouth continuously opened to let out screams of pleasure, his prostate getting abused over and over again. At some point he comes all over Taehyung again. Drenching the alpha in slick, adding to the mess he has already made. He finds it hard to care. The act of marking the alpha as his, with his own scent and slick is exquisite.
Taehyung's hand roam Jimin's back, ass and thighs, praising the omega and leaving filthy dirty compliments, promises of what exactly he will do to Jimin before his rut is over.
Jimin would love nothing more to take and take but his hole is bordering on oversensitivity and it has started to—hurt. But, he doesn't want to stop Taehyung. Not now, not ever.
But he needs him to knot.
“Al—alpha you need to cum please. Made me feel so good so full.” Jimin says, his lips sliding over Taehyung's with how rough and fast the pace is there is no time to kiss. Jimin presses a quick one over his lips anyway.
Jimin takes Taehyung's hand and places it over his hard stomach, the fact that Taehyung's hand is big enough to cover his entire stomach makes him involuntarily clench around Taehyung's cock.
“Look. Do you want to put pups here? want to breed me? I want it Alpha. I want your pups, want your k—knot in me. Fill me with your cum—”
The words are false, cis male omegas can't get pregnant but no alpha in rut can resist the urge to breed and to mate.
Taehyung growls. He grabs the back of Jimin's neck and forces him to lay parallel on top of him.
“My omega to breed and mate. Mine.”
The words are a product of rut, it is clear with how red Taehyung's eyes are and yet Jimin can't help but kiss him fiercely. The alpha squeezes the flesh of his ass, spanking the skin there and pushes in with one hard thrust his growing knot pops inside Jimin's hole.
Jimin moans, the sensation of something so big is foreign. He has never laid with an alpha in rut, had never experienced a knot but he knows that they are locked together and oh— Taehyung is cumming. The warm feeling spreads all over his body like wildfire. He feel sated and comfortable and sleepy. Taehyung's deep raspy voice is telling him that he did good, that he was the best omega, that he doesn't need anyone else if he has Jimin.
From the fog of intense love making, the sharp sting of valuable information pricks at his consciousness. That he was supposed to tell Taehyung something, something of importance. Is he to blame that he can't form a single coherent thought after getting fucked by his best friend?
Taehyung kisses the side of his head and faintly Jimin hears the ringtone of his phone, it's distant and his tired body assigns it low on his priority list.
He succumbs to sleep, cradled in Taehyung's arms, his knot still inside him. He wanted nowhere else to be.
-
Taehyung stirs awake before Jimin, his throat parched and stomach grumbling. He smacks his lips, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand to wake himself up. Jimin is snoring softly on top of him, lips pushed in a pout against his chest and drool shining the skin there. It is too adorable and too domestic for his poor heart. His cock had slipped out at some point, cum spilling out of Jimin and onto his own thigh. Jimin's face is relaxed, his beautiful blonde hair sparkles in the sunlight as if spun gold.
Taehyung knows that soon the itch to fuck would come back with a vengeance and he wanted them to eat something before that, thankfully he had stocked up protein bars and knew how to make gimbap. He just wished that he had enough ingredients.
His phone vibrates somewhere on his left and he picks it up to see ten missed calls. If it wasn't bad he had fifteen messages too and most of them were from Yoongi, some from Hoseok and a single “are you alive?” from Jungkook.
He decides to send a simple text “rut. will ttyl.” to everyone, it was Hoseok who replies instantly as if he was waiting for Taehyung to message him. The other alpha instantly switches on his protective mode, asking if Taehyung needed anything or if he was comfortable enough.
“Do you want me to drop by?”
Taehyung stares at his phone screen till it goes black. Of course, their friends don't know that Jimin decided to help Taehyung with his rut. He couldn't decide if it was okay to tell Hoseok that either when Taehyung himself was confused by the fact, he didn't regret that they had sex. No. But, it was true that this complicated things. Taehyung and Jimin were soulmates, best friends, stuck at the hip, people had confused them as a couple more times than he could count and they had always brushed the observation with laughter. They treated it as an achievement of their friendship that they would be mistaken as a couple. Maybe i should kiss you taetae and give them what they want.
They had kissed and done so much more. They had sex. Taehyung had knotted Jimin and the omega still had his cum inside his hole. Fuck.
“Do you know where Jimin is? we can't get a hold of him? Namjoon is really worried.”
Taehyung's confusion shows on his face, lips in a pout and eyebrows scrunched. He tries to type but the hand hovering over Jimin accidentally knocks against his head, the omega stirs mumbling something about donuts? . Taehyung stops breathing till Jimin falls back to dreamland.
“No you don't need to come.”
“why is namjoon hyung worried?”
Namjoon was a recent addition to their friends circle. Omegas swooned over his sweet personality and deep dimples that popped up whenever he talked or smiled really. Jimin was no better, everyone knew he had a small crush on Namjoon but Taehyung knew it was just that. Jimin would tell him if there was something more. They never kept secrets from each other.
stop lying to yourself.
Taehyung waits for another message to show on screen.
“Taehyungie.” Jimin's voice is heavy with sleep, he shifts his head so that it isn't facing the window. Fine lines appear on his nose, eyes squeezing together. Jimin snuggles against his chest, rubbing his scent gland against the warm skin. Taehyung freezes.
Jimin was scent marking him. And, it was turning him on really fast.
He throws his phone to the other side of the bed ignoring the buzz it makes indicating that he just recieved a new message.
He cards his fingers through Jimin's soft curls, massaging his scalp with the tip of fingers. Jimin makes a sweet sound at the back of his throat, a purr vibrating through his chest. Taehyung smiles at the action.
“Jimin-ah. Stop. Let's eat first." Taehyung coaxes. His own cock is stirring and Jimin's dark velvety scent is charging the air with the need to do a certain activity that requires sustenance.
Jimin pulls back. his upper body above Taehyung's. He looks at Taehyung like the moon looks at the Tide, hypnotized, charmed and filled with longing.
“Morning.” Jimin's voice is shy, he is so sweet and warm like a toasted marshmallow. His cheeks are pink, he probably didn't realise that he was scenting Taehyung.
Taehyung grins, “Good morning.”
It's late in the afternoon which means they have spent the better part of the day making love.
Making love.
Taehyung would love nothing more to cuddle back and press lazy kisses to Jimin's lips, scent him right back till people knew .
Jimin winces when he slowly tries to get up and out of Taehyung's hold. The alpha has a hand on the small of his back for support not that Jimin needs it, if he fell he would still end up in bed but Taehyung never pretended that he wasn't above fretting.
“How do you feel?” Taehyung asks him, concern lining his mouth hard. Maybe he went too hard on his poor Jiminie.
Jimin yawns, stretching his hand above his head like a cat, his back littered with soft hickeys varying from red and blue. The worst was of course done to his neck. Taehyung would rub ointment on his skin later but for now he was beyond ecstatic to see such an obvious mark on Jimin.
“I feel okay. My ass—back is sore, we should take a shower soon. Everything is so sticky.” Jimin whines, using his hand to wipe dried cum on the back of his thighs. “Gross.” he says and wipes the mess on the sheets, not that Taehyung minds. They would eventually have to change the sheets either way.
“Go take a show shower then. I will make something for us.”
Taehyung shifts his body, legs touching the cold wood of the floor. He bends and picks up his discarded pants, putting it on. The lack of response from Jimin makes him turn around. The omega's cheeks are apple red, and Taehyung is surprised by his ability to blush so much.
“Jimin?” He raises one perfectly tailored eyebrow.
“Nothing. I'm taking a bath first.”
And with that he makes a run for the attached bathroom, not even bothering to take a change of clothes with himself. Taehyung sits back on the edge of the bed and thinks, really thinks .
He loved Jimin, has loved him since middle school when Jimin didn't even know he existed. The thing was, Jimin is too kind. Helping out your friends with their ruts or heat wasn't something new and people went on with their lives as usual. But, Taehyung was in love with Jimin and that complicated everything.
-
Taehyung feels the familiar heat spread under his skin, the itch spreading from his fingers to his chest. He had taken it safe by making instant ramyeon, the beef flavour that he knew Jimin liked. His body was on autopilot, he had chopped the few vegetables he could find in his fridge and thrown them in the soup.
He smells Jimin before he sees him. The clean fresh scent of vanilla now mixed with the lavender of Taehyung's body wash. A cotton ball grows itself in Taehyung's throat. It's silent except for the simmering of the ramen.
The silence is not new, considering Jimin had been actively avoiding him before his rut started but this one feels especially loaded with undercurrents of awkward . Which was funny considering what they had been doing.
He doesn't notice when Jimin creeps up on him, the boy wasn't intentionally trying to be discreet, the alpha was too lost in his head. Maybe, they could laugh it off too? how Hoseok had spent his rut with Jin. No strings attached. Except they were now in the slowest of slow burn part of their relationship where everyone but them knew about each other's crushes. Maybe, taking them as an example wasn't a good idea.
“Taehyungie?” Jimin's voice is soft, careful.
Taehyung stops stirring the pot and turns the heat off, he didn't want the noodles to turn soggy. ‘Kim Taehyung who can't even make ramyeon right’ was a title he would rather not live with.
He turns to face Jimin and for the thousandth time thinks, how was he not supposed to fall in love? it was unfair honestly for him to keep his heart in check.
Jimin's hair was still damp, his skin had that natural flush and dew that made him look like a fairy. The water droplets still rolling on the planes of his neck and making his life miserable, reminding him that he was very much still in rut. That he would like nothing to bend him against the counter and fuck him till he——
“I hope you are fine with ramen. It's the only thing I could think of making. I should have gone grocery shopping when I still could.” His hand shakes as he open the drawer to take out two bowls and a pair of chopsticks. The thing between them is suffocating him. He wants. Like a fool that never learns. But, it was going to destroy everything. His head was splitting into two. He was so fucking selfish.
A pair of soft hands engulfed his, stopping him in his movement. He hadn't realized that he had started to breathe fast.
“Baby bear. Look at me.”
Taehyung takes a deep breath, angling his body such that he is facing Jimin. He feels like a little kid again, hiding in a stall. Shivering and waiting for Jimin to come pick him up. Because, Jimin felt like home .
Jimin cups his cheeks. “Breathe with me. I'm here with you. You are not alone.”
Despite their height difference, Jimin stands on his tiptoes to touch Taehyung's forehead with his own. The black T-shirt he has thoughtlessly put on after the bath belonged to Taehyung and barely reached past his ass.
There is a different type of tenderness that he feels for Taehyung. The type that he can't contain even if it makes more than a pair of eyebrows raise at how casual their intimacy is. He has to make sure Taehyung is okay . That he feels whole even if it means Jimin has to break his own parts to make it happen. When he sees Taehyung he wants that gorgeous smile to stay on his face. So when he notices the first sign of panic in Taehyung's eyes, he forgets all about the talk they were supposed to have.
His first priority was always his Taehyung.
Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin's waist and bends down to hide his face under Jimin's jaw, his nose pressed against his scent gland. They stay like that for what feels like an hour but is only really a few minutes.
“I'm sorry." Taehyung mutters. His breathing is normal but Jimin knows from experience how raw Taehyung feels after an episode like this.
“Don't. I will always take care of you. You have to know that Taehyung-ah.”
Taehyung untangles their limbs and it feels like he is at square one again when he notices how strongly Jimin smells of him again, his vanilla now drenched with flowers blooming after rain. He really can't get a grip on himself.
“Go sit down. I will bring the food. Your rut may start again anytime soon and you have to eat something before that.”
Jimin shoos him away, Taehyung doesn't protest. He sits down at the table, the same table he fingered Jimin on a few hours prior. Fucking hell. He had wiped away Jimin's slick from the surface as well as the floor, had used his strongest scent repellent because he didn't want Jimin to feel embarrassed. The smell wasn't empowering but he wouldn't be able to look at his table the same again.
He resolutely avert his eyes away to stop himself from ogling Jimin's beautiful exposed thighs. When did he leave a bite mark there?
“Here. Eat up, baby alpha.” Jimin's voice is bubbly with a hint of tease. Taehyung keeps his mouth shut and hunches around the bowl like a caveman, trying and failing to ignore his hardening cock.
“Not a baby.” Taehyung says petulantly.
Jimin scoffs. “That's exactly what a baby would say."
Taehyung grumbles but doesn't bother to reply. Secretly, very secretly he loves it when Jimin babies him, when Jimin looked at him like he was the most precious treasure.
Jimin's phone is in his hand as he scrolls and eats with the other. Taehyung doesn't say anything when Jimin stops and furrows his brows in what he recognises as guilt . He stops eating all together, chopsticks clinking back in the bowl. He types something, the expression hasn't left his face.
“Is everything okay?”
Jimin doesn't answer, bites his lips instead.
“Yeah. Don't worry.”
Taehyung slurps the gravy left at the bottom and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.
“You are clearly bothered Jimin-ah, don't tell me if you don't want to but I hate it when you lie to me."
Jimin pushes his hair back and sighs.
“Informed Hobi hyung I would be missing classes and you know how he gets.” He shrugs.
“And what did you say the reason for your disappearance was?” Taehyung asks.
“That I was…..sick.” Jimin winces.
“Why?” The question itself arose out of his need to know if Jimin felt embarrassed to spend his rut with him, He didn't really care that Jimin lied but he needed to know why Jimin wanted to hide the fact. He doesn't think about how hypocritical of him it was to question Jimin like this when he had avoided answering Hoseok about Jimin's whereabouts.
“You will think I'm a terrible person.” Jimin answers, his smile looks all wrong. Too crooked. He plays with the nail at his index finger, a nervous tick.
“I have seen you throw up on my PlayStation. Try me.” The attempt to lighten the air is obvious and so worth it when Jimin giggles.
“And it was your fault for not pacing me! you said you would stop bringing it up.”
Taehyung laughs, rubbing his thigh together to relieve some tension. His cock chose the worst time to get erect.
“I have a boyfriend.” Jimin says, and he is looking at Taehyung's eyes like he did not just snatch the metaphorical rug from under his feet. The room is silent, too silent. It's as if Jimin's words have snatched the noises out of their surroundings.
“What?” Taehyung croaks out. His palm has started to sweat, heart skipping a beat. “What do you mean?” The white noise inside his ear is too loud. This can't be real.
“I have a boyfriend Taehyung-ah. It's Namjoon hyung. I wanted to— wanted to tell you when I arrived but then.” He gulps and he looks rightfully admonished when Taehyung clenches his teeth hard and glares at him. “things got out of hand and I had to take care of you. You needed me. Friends help each other with ruts all the time, it's not a big deal—”
it's not a big deal.
you will never be enough for him.
Taehyung slams his hand on the table, the glass rattles and Jimin jumps with fright.
“Fuck Jimin. Does Namjoon hyung know that we had sex?" He gets up, his muscles are coiled with tension, he hates it when Jimin lies to him. And the omega decided it was not a big deal to tell Taehyung about his relationship? He felt bile at the back of his throat.
Jimin stands up too, the table keeping them apart. The omega looks shaken, his lips are wobbling, eyes tearing up and nose getting red.
“Y-yes. He said it was okay that he trusted me. I'm so sorry Taehyung-ah, I should have told you about this sooner. Don't hate me please. I—” A tear rolls down his cheek and Jimin looks pathetic.
Pathetic but so beautiful. A broken doll.
Taehyung's face is a stony mask of nonchalance, his blood is boiling. His heart hurts and he is confused. He loved Jimin. He didn't care that Jimin would probably never love him back. But to think Jimin fucked him out of pity or a sense of responsibility makes him want to break something. And wouldn't it be poetic justice if it was Jimin that he was going to break?
Taehyung rounds the table towards where Jimin is standing, his steps are measured, a predator stalking his prey and in that moment he truly felt like tearing Jimin apart and sinking his teeth in his heart till the red of his love matched Jimin's blood.
Jimin is sobbing, he doesn't try to move away. “Tae, say something please. Don't hate—”
Taehyung doesn't feel like himself, not anymore. “So he is fine with me fucking you?” He laughs, a dark tinge to it that colour the word acidic.
Jimin nods fervently. He needs Taehyung to understand that this doesn't change anything. They were best friends.
Taehyung is a step away from him now, his body cages Jimin's against the solid table. His eyes are dark and he looks positively mad.
“What about you? Do you want me to fuck you?" The sentence is loaded with a thousand implications. It's cruel to ask him that.
(cw: Non consensual biting)
Jimin barely gets a timid yes out of his mouth before Taehyung bites the side of his neck, finger knotted in his hair arching his neck to the side for better access.
Jimin doesn't register that the distant scream echoing in his head is his own.