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Jimin has never gotten along with alpha Min Yoongi.
Being in opposite universities on rivaling basketball teams, the two have constantly been at each other’s throats since the second they met two years ago. It was Jimin’s first game, Yoongi’s second year playing; Yoongi was a cocky alpha and Jimin was a fierce, petty omega, who teased the other team for getting “beaten by a little omega like me.”
His team had won that day, and ever since then, Min Yoongi has always watched him like a hawk. That’s how it started, at least. Yoongi would stare him down and Jimin eventually started shrugging at him sarcastically and began targeting the alpha. He even started laughing in his face if he missed a basket—though it rarely happens, but it only makes Jimin laugh even harder when it does.
However, Yoongi isn’t so light on Jimin either. He bumps into him on purpose, indirectly talks about him on social media, and is cocky as hell when they go agaisnt each other. Jimin hates the smirk on Yoongi’s face any time he scores, because he always directs that smirk right at the omega and nobody else, rubbing it in his face.
It’s like they just know what gets under each other’s skin.
Jimin hates it, but a part of him loves annoying Yoongi in return. It’s back and forth between them, and they never stop.
On days like today, where they have a game against each other, Jimin feels riled up and ready to play. They only have one game against each other during basketball season, but Jimin usually sees Yoongi during practice, when the teams get together like a bunch of buddies and go against each other for really no reason at all.
Today is different, though. They’re wearing their team jerseys—black and gold on Yoongi’s side, yellow and white for Jimin’s university. Jimin spots Yoongi immediately, locking eyes with the alpha from across the court. They’re at Yoongi’s university court, so the place isn’t as familiar to Jimin, but he knows how to play the court regardless.
Their coaches make them greet each other before allowing fans to meet them, which Jimin can’t tell whether is unfortunate or not because he gets to be playfully sassy towards the opponents, but he also has to greet Min Yoongi.
The alpha reeks like a citrus tree, which isn’t bad, but it bothers Jimin so much for that reason. He rolls his eyes because the alpha hardly even makes eye contact with him, simply giving a small bow—if he can even call it that—and he walks right away, giving a smile and deeper bow to the next person.
“Wow, rude much?”
Yoongi turns his head to Jimin, but he looks so unbothered. “What?”
“You can’t even greet me right?”
“Oh.” Yoongi lowers his head into a proper bow and stays there for a second while Jimin watches intensely. He feels a weird satisfaction settling within his soul. But then Yoongi raises his head and says, “I’m only greeting you out of pity, Jimin-ssi. The least I could do is welcome you to my court before beating your team tonight.”
Jimin’s lips part in shock, but all he can do is watch as the alpha chuckles and walks away once again. He feels like a dummy for just taking that sort of verbal damage, but what more could he do? His brain couldn’t even comprehend that level of pettiness at the moment.
“Asshole,” he whispers under his breath as he squints at Yoongi from across the court, glaring as Yoongi smiles and greets everyone else nicely. He even hugs some of the players like they’re best friends or something, but Jimin knows otherwise—Yoongi’s best friend doesn’t play basketball, but his other good friend does; he’s an alpha named Kim Namjoon—not that that’s even important.
Ignoring the whole Yoongi situation, Jimin searches the court for his own friends, immediately finding them. He heads over to them, throwing one arm around the beta, Jungkook, and then he throws his other arm around his omega best friend, Taehyung, once he leans in close enough.
“Do you think sunbae is here?” Jungkook asks, directing his question to Taehyung, who begins glancing over the seats. Jimin rolls his eyes at the two. They’ve had a massive crush on Jung Hoseok since he can remember, and it’s all because Hoseok smiled and waved at them once. Now, they’re on a mission to make Jimin’s life miserable by talking about him; it’s only miserable because Hoseok is friends with Yoongi.
“Can’t you guys ever talk about something else?” he asks. “Like our game, perhaps? You know, the thing we’re here for.”
“Look! There he is!” Jungkook exclaims happily into Taehyung’s personal space, not even caring to listen to Jimin. Again, Jimin rolls his eyes as his two best friends stare over at Hoseok before finally catching his attention, and they wave like dorks to him. Hoseok smiles and waves back, and Jimin is sure they’ll talk about it for ages, especially judging by their pleased and giddy scents stinking up the air.
“Alright, alright,” Jimin sighs. “Congrats on your interaction.” The two finally acknowledge Jimin’s existence, smiling from ear to ear at him. “Now, let’s go win this game or else Hoseok will think you’re losers.” Their eyes widen as if they’ve just realized something so important, and they immediately start stretching and pep-talking themselves up, wanting to look cool for the beta who’s here for his own friends.
Jimin looks around for said friends, seeing Yoongi and Namjoon talking to Kim Seokjin, pointing to the direction where Hoseok is, and Seokjin kisses Namjoon’s cheek before hurrying off to sit with Hoseok.
When the game is finally starting up, Jimin doesn’t exactly feel the greatest. His neck still hurts from sleeping on it wrong last night, and he’d missed out on eating anything before the game, so his energy isn’t exactly the best either.
He chugs water and hopes for the best, but as the game moves along past the first period, he can already tell that this won’t be his team’s greatest moment. Taehyung and Jungkook play well, but Jimin misses his shot once and it ruins him for the rest of the game; his motivation is all to hell, especially once he sees Yoongi’s dumb smirk.
“You really think you’re all that?” Jimin asks over the chatter of the crowd, and Yoongi just shrugs with that smirk still on his face.
“Don’t know, I think I’m doing pretty good, Jimin-ssi.”
Jimin scoffs as Yoongi runs by him, leaving his scent behind. It boils Jimin’s blood. It always does.
What boils his blood even more is the fact that Yoongi’s team beats his. Taehyung and Jungkook think it’s the end of the world, and Jimin is salty as he watches Yoongi’s team cheer while Yoongi throws him a cocky smile after mouthing “I won” to him.
It pisses Jimin off so much, but he knows that he’d do the same thing if he was in Yoongi’s shoes; he’d probably be even more cocky, honestly. Still, it bothers him. He’ll just have to practice harder to beat Yoongi next time.
All he wants is to put that damn alpha in his place.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
It’s a Saturday afternoon when Jimin meets his friends at their usual restaurant. They meet here often because it’s their favorite place to eat, and it’s cheap as well. Jimin makes sure to fill himself full because after he leaves here, he’s going grocery shopping, and it’s better to shop on a full stomach so he won’t be craving and buying everything he sees. In fact, he might just be miserable walking in the store with the amount of food he ordered.
“Oh, yeah!” Taehyung blurts out, lifting his phone. “Guys, I searched online for some nice lodges around and I really think we should rent one soon for vacation. Look.” He turns his phone around to show Jimin and Jungkook the fancy house he’s got bookmarked.
“Isn’t it too cold?” Jimin questions, but Taehyung shakes his head as he scrolls through the pictures.
“It has a jacuzzi,” he says. “And a fireplace. It has four rooms, but can sleep about thirteen people. And look, there’s even a video gaming room with a TV and three computers.”
“Woah,” Jungkook lets out, amazed.
Taehyung is smiling away, showing off the lodge. “Yeah, I know right? And the more people we invite, the less it’ll cost to stay. We can invite a few friends.” He gives Jungkook a pointed look, but Jimin doesn’t read into it.
Jimin finishes off the rest of his food, chuckling as the beta beside him looks through the photos with stars in his eyes.
“Sure,” Jimin says. “Find some people willing to join us. Someone who can cook,” he tells them, chuckling as he gets up from his seat. “I gotta go, though. You guys have fun looking.”
The two tell him bye and Jimin wonders if they’re seriously considering the lodge thing. He doesn’t exactly have any good friends outside of them, but he’s sure they’ll invite somebody they know and trust. Surely. Who else would they invite, anyway?
Jimin brushes off the whole thing and heads to the grocery store. He starts to feel regretful of the two plates he’d just eaten because now he’s full and lazy, just wanting to relax at home. But there’s a sale today at the store and he really doesn’t want to miss it. He forces himself to the store and grimaces at the sight of all the food there—after just eating, he doesn’t want anything else.
He strolls through the aisles and sighs once he gets to the meat that was on sale; people made it here before him and grabbed all the good-looking meat. Looking through the different packs, he suddenly gets a whiff of a familiar citrus, and it catches his attention. Just as he’s about to turn and look, he hears an agitating voice.
“Nice game last week.” It’s Yoongi’s voice. Jimin turns to his right, where the alpha steps up, looking at the meat as well. “You should really work on your posture while shooting your baskets, Min.”
Jimin scowls at Yoongi. The alpha knows damn well that posture is Jimin’s weakness. Of course, he mentions it.
“And you should really work on your attitude,” Jimin bites back at him.
Yoongi merely chuckles, his shoulders shaking lightly as he reaches out for the meat specifically in front of Jimin. “Take care.” He leaves Jimin with that same cocky attitude, and Jimin squints at him very animatedly as he walks away, praying he’d look back and see him, but he never even looks back.
When Jimin goes to look through the meat again, he realizes that Yoongi took the one that he was going to take. He clenches his fists and imagines he’s choking the alpha.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
Jimin is pretty sure the universe is playing jokes on him.
He was going to have a nice day practicing at the local basketball court, but he realized quickly that he’s freezing out in the cold weather, and not only that, but the very person he doesn’t want to see showed up.
“What, are you stalking me or something?” Jimin scoffs, shivering as he notices his own breath in the chilly air. Yoongi—who’s dressed according to the weather, in a jacket and sweatpants—steps up and raises an eyebrow at him.
“I come here all the time,” the alpha tells him, seeming defensive. “I’d say you’re the one stalking me.”
He swoops in, taking the ball straight from Jimin’s hands, and Jimin gapes in not only disbelief, but anger. “Hey!” Jimin chases him, blocking the ball just in time as Yoongi shoots it, and he takes it, shooting the basket and huffing out, “That’s how it’s done.”
“One on one?” Yoongi questions.
Jimin crosses his arms over the basketball, holding it against his abdomen. “Why would I wanna play with you?” he asks in return. A smile breaks out on Yoongi’s face, as if he’s amused.
“Knew you’d be too chicken.”
Rolling his eyes, Jimin steps up and tosses the ball, checking it so that they can begin. He doesn’t necessarily want to play ball with the dummy, but he’s also no chicken and he won’t go down as one either.
However, a few minutes into playing, Jimin begins to lose focus. He begins to lose focus because they work up a sweat, and of course, the winter wind blows Yoongi’s scent into his direction. The woodsy, citrusy scent is heavy and clear. Usually, they play against each other in a room surrounded by people of all subgenders; their scents are normally all mixed together, but right now, it’s just the two of them. It's just Yoongi’s scent that Jimin can focus on.
They were at equal scoring, basically passing the ball to each other to shoot. But now Jimin can hardly focus enough to block the ball because he’s way too close to the alpha. His wolf isn’t exactly the best at paying attention to anything else except for the alpha in front of him. He loses the ball multiple times, sometimes having to shake off the damn thought of his scent.
“Thought you’re a professional basketball player?” Yoongi questions as he makes the winning basket, getting the ball and turning it on top of his finger, smirking like the asshole that Jimin thinks he is. Jimin rolls his eyes and knocks the ball off of his finger, making it hit the alpha’s chest.
“Thought you were an alpha,” he snaps back. “All I smell is jerk.”
Yoongi hums, his face completely expressionless. “This scent?” He runs the pads of his fingers along his own neck, raising his chin a bit, and Jimin bites so hard onto his tongue that he might bite it off. “This is the scent of a real alpha, Min. Maybe you’ll learn one day.”
He tosses the ball to Jimin, who can only stare dumbly at him as he walks away, grabbing his water bottle and bag before he stars chugging the water and heading back to where the bus stop is.
Realistically, Jimin knows that Yoongi was dissing him for never being with a “real alpha,” but Jimin can’t help it as his brain thinks that him “learning one day” would be learning how much of an alpha Yoongi in particular is—it was in the context, after all. Jimin scoffs at the idea, mostly because his useless omega wolf practically perks up at the idea.
“Damn alpha,” he mutters under his breath.
He rushes off, not wanting to be in the cold air anymore, and he brushes off the entire interaction with Yoongi, not wanting to think of him ever again. He’s annoying.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
Usually, packing for trips is hard for Jimin.
He decides what he’s going to wear based on what the weather will be like and he makes sure to pack enough socks and underwear. Plus, he absolutely has to make sure he has all of his smaller things, like his toothbrush and all of his accessories—no, he will not leave the house without them. It’s all a mix of Jimin stuffing random things into his suitcase and hoping for the best outcome.
He brings sweaters and jeans, but also more comfortable clothes like sweats and t-shirts, plus his pajamas. Taehyung and Jungkook rented the place for an entire week and Jimin only has to pay his part for the stay, plus food, so it isn’t too bad of a deal.
The place is huge and nice-looking. It’s a modern lodge with beautiful new remodeling done to it, and it even has a jacuzzi. And a gaming room, most importantly—Jimin can already imagine him and Jungkook using that room on the first night.
He doesn’t really think about the other people who will be staying with them. Jungkook has a friend group outside of Taehyung and Jimin, and Taehyung is practically loved by everyone, so Jimin figures they easily found some friends to come along.
However, once Jimin finishes packing and meets up with the group at Taehyung’s apartment, he has no idea what he’s in for.
Going up to his friends in the parking area, Jimin is all smiles and glad to see two familiar faces greeting him. But when other cars pull in and get out to greet them as well, Jimin’s face drops and he eyes his friends, wondering just why in the hell they invited Jung Hoseok to the trip. He wants them to be happy, of course, but it’s what Hoseok says to them that really has Jimin glaring at his friends.
“The others are on their way,” he told the two with the sickenly sweet scents. “Namjoonie and Seokjinie stopped by for snacks. Yoongi hyung should be getting here any minute now.”
Never in his entire life has Jimin ever glared so hard at his friends. They’re so busy ogling the beta that they don’t even notice Jimin’s frustration until his bitter scent makes its way to them and they all turn to look at him mid-conversation, startled by the bitterness.
“Oh, right,” Taehyung mutters, raising his finger to his chin and looking away as if he’s thinking of a way to calm down his friend, but Jimin squints his eyes at him, causing Jungkook to cower behind Hoseok a little.
“You two are dead to me,” Jimin announces, earning wide and sad eyes from Taehyung. Jungkook also looks guilty, frowning to himself.
“Jiminie,” Taehyung calls out, stepping forward and wrapping his fingers around the nape of Jimin’s neck, massaging gently and trying to calm his scent down a little. Jimin crosses his arms and pouts, upset with him. “We thought it would be cool to play some basketball together, you know? There’s a court right down the street from the lodge. Plus, Jungkookie and I finally got the courage to speak to Hoseokie hyung. Aren’t you proud of us?”
Jimin looks at Hoseok, who smiles sheepishly and raises his hand, waving his fingers. “It’s true,” he starts, stepping up to Jimin as well. “They messaged me on Instagram and told me to ask my friends if they wanted to come this week. Honestly, Namjoon’s the one who convinced us all. Do you know how often Namjoon takes a break? Never. Obviously, we had to come.”
“But,” Jimin whines. “Why couldn’t you guys just ask him out like normal people?” He groans, feeling even worse when Hoseok giggles and the other two blush like crazy.
Jungkook tells him, “Don’t worry. I’m sure sunbae will be just as disappointed to see you here.”
“He doesn’t even know I’m coming?”
Hoseok shakes his head. “Nope.” He smiles widely and Jimin wishes he could be mad at him, but he looks like an angel and he makes his friends happy, so he merely rolls his eyes.
About ten minutes of waiting goes by before a black car pulls in. Jimin still has his arms crossed, pouting heavily as he watches Yoongi approach them with his hands in his jacket pockets, clearly looking confused as to why Jimin and his friends are here.
A black truck pulls in just as Yoongi barks out an amused laugh. “No way, he’s coming on our trip too.”
“It was my trip first!” Jimin bites back, crossing his arms even harder and averting his eyes, locking his gaze onto the power mates approaching them now, holding bags of candy and food. Their road trip will last about two hours, and something clicks in Jimin’s mind—they’re only taking two vehicles to stay together on the road easier. He snaps his head to his friends’ direction. “I am not riding in the same car as him.”
If it goes anything like the other week, when they were playing basketball together and Jimin couldn’t focus well due to his scent, then Jimin definitely doesn’t want to be stuck in a car with him.
“Stop whining, we won’t.”
“We can ride with our friend groups,” Namjoon suggests, but Seokjin lightly smacks his bicep and shushes him. The alpha is baffled, but then Seokjin explains his reasoning.
“I think Hoseokie should ride with Taehyung and Jungkook,” The omega smiles sweetly at Jimin. “Come on, Jimin. Won’t you ride with us? We’ll be amazing friends.”
Jimin’s gaze bores into the other omega, but then he glances at his two friends and thinks about how Hoseok riding with them would be the perfect opportunity for conversation and getting to know each other without a fourth wheeler sitting awkwardly in the passenger seat.
He seriously can't believe he's considering this…
“What kind of snacks do you have?” he asks Seokjin, earning a pleased smile from him, and the others seem surprised by Jimin’s reaction, not expecting yes as an answer. He doesn’t exactly say yes, but he walks towards Seokjin as the omega opens his bag of snacks, and naturally, they all pile up into two groups. Jungkook shares the address with Yoongi, who is apparently going to be driving.
Yoongi glances at Jimin a few times as they make their ways to their cars. They get in Seokjin’s truck after tossing their luggage into the back, and Yoongi gets in the driver seat while Seokjin thankfully pulls Jimin to sit in the back seat with him; Yoongi and Namjoon sit up front, having light conversation as Seokjin shows Jimin all the gummies and chips he got.
Luckily, Jimin doesn’t have to bother with bickering. Yoongi is focused on driving and Jimin is preoccupied with Seokjin and the game on his phone which they’re playing together. Despite Jimin thinking the ride would be awful, Yoongi is a nice driver and Seokjin is an amazing distraction—he keeps joking around chaotically, which is something Jimin has never seen anyone else do before, and he thinks that there’s no way this man is Yoongi’s best friend. He’s great. Yoongi is not. Not at all. He’s annoying.
“We’ll be there in twenty,” Yoongi says from the front, looking in the rear view mirror to make eye contact with Seokjin, and then his eyes land on Jimin’s. Jimin averts his eyes quickly, feeling his stomach twist uncomfortably and his blood boils with anger. How dare Yoongi look at him?
Eventually, time passes. They pull up to their destination with Seokjin, Namjoon, and Jimin looking out the window expectantly, curious of how the lodge looks in person. Namjoon turns to look back at his boyfriend, pointing at the lodge and talking to him about it, but all Jimin can focus on is the fact that it’s probably the best-looking place he’ll ever stay in. It’s gorgeous and looks perfect. Way better than a suspicious motel room.
“We’re staying here?” he says in awe.
Seokjin asks him, “Did you not see the photos?”
“Yeah…” He did. Taehyung showed him, but he didn’t expect such a nice building sitting in the mountains, having the perfect view of the scenery. No wonder why they chose this place. It’s gorgeous.
Namjoon especially seems to love the scenery, admiring it immediately once he gets out of the truck. Jimin thinks that Seokjin and Namjoon are a cute couple, seeing how excitedly Namjoon gets to show his mate the perfection of their vacation home, and Seokjin laughs away happily.
“It’s pretty,” a low voice states, and it causes Jimin to turn and raise an eyebrow in the alpha’s direction. Yoongi is standing only a few feet away from him with his hands in his pockets, admiring the house and view. Jimin looks him up and down, assessing the alpha, but he doesn’t get to say anything before Taehyung comes bursting into everyone’s bubbles.
“We’ve figured it out!” he exclaims, holding up a piece of paper where he’s drawn boxes with words written inside of it. “So, there’s one room with a king sized bed. That room will be for Namjoon and Seokjin. Two rooms have two queen beds. Me, Jungkookie, and Hoseokie hyung will sleep in one.” He looks at Jimin and Yoongi. “The fourth room has three twin beds. So either you two can sleep in the room with the queen beds together, or one of you can take that room while the other takes the twin bed, or we can figure out something else.”
Before Jimin can even speak, Yoongi does. “I’ll sleep on the twin bed. It’s just a bed.”
He takes his suitcase out of the back of the truck and walks away, not giving room for any discussion. Jimin would’ve gladly taken the twin bed as well, but if Yoongi offers first, who would Jimin be to decline?
So, they head into the lodge and everyone is in awe at the spotless, shiny home. Jimin easily finds his bedroom up the stairs, but it’s across the room from the twin beds, it seems. It’s whatever. He’ll keep his door shut anyway.
It’s a gorgeous room with comfortable beds and a big TV, plus a dresser for his belongings and a desk that he probably will use for doing his facial routine and light makeup. Getting the window on the second floor means that he has an incredible view over the mountain, and he’s quite obsessed and pleased with the outcome.
He hears rustling throughout the house, and from down the stairs, he hears Seokjin yell to everyone.
“Yoongichi and I are cooking tonight! Be unpacked and ready for dinner in an hour!”
Briefly, as Jimin starts to unzip his luggage, he wonders what Yoongi’s cooking tastes like—Seokjin’s as well, of course. He just hopes that Yoongi doesn’t spit in his food.
A little over an hour passes before everyone is called to eat.
Jimin heads down the stairs and sniffs curiously at the meal waiting for him. His eyes widen in awe once he notices the dining table filled with tasty meat and sides to eat along with it. He hates to admit it, but it does look amazing. Once they all sit down and have filled their plates, Jimin digs in, his scent turning into a nice, pleased cherry-vanilla.
Unfortunately, he likes it. The food is amazing, even if it is Min Yoongi who cooked some of it. And while everyone compliments Seokjin and Yoongi’s cooking, all Jimin can do is mutter a quiet, “Yeah, it tastes amazing.” He ignores any side eyeing from the alpha. He refuses to see the smug look on his face—he just knows it’s there.
Sure enough, it is. Jimin shouldn’t have looked. Damn it.
He rolls his eyes once the alpha’s gaze meets his. Holding up his small hand, blocking Yoongi’s attention, he mutters, “You’re so annoying.”
“Good. I know.”
Again, he rolls his eyes, but he lowers his hand and continues eating, hating that he likes it. Once everyone finishes, they’re all energized and ready to do things.
“Let’s go to the court!” Jungkook suggests, stretching his arms and hyping himself up. Namjoon stands up and stretches as well, smiling a dimpled smile.
“You want to?” he asks, seriously taking the suggestion. “Let’s go. Two on two. Someone else join us.” He locks eyes with Yoongi, who shrugs.
“Losers wash the dishes?”
Jungkook gasps. “That’s evil.” He grabs ahold of Jimin’s arm and tugs on it. “Come on, let’s do this.”
Jimin’s eyes widen as he’s dragged up from his seat and encouraged to start stretching as well. “Huh? Why me?” he asks, pouting as he realizes that they actually want to play. “The sun is setting soon. Do we even have time?”
“There’s always time!” Namjoon announces. “But let’s go before the sun sets, actually. I don’t think hyung wants to be out in the winter night,” he laughs out as he wraps his arm around the other alpha, who clearly is questioning his agreement now.
They take Yoongi’s basketball and head down the street, wrapped up in winter clothing just to shoot a few hoops. Jimin thinks they’re crazy, but Jungkook and Namjoon are extra hyped to play. It’s really the only reason why Jimin came. They seem so excited.
It’s sunset when they begin playing. Two alphas versus a beta and an omega.
Jimin thinks back to the time he’d seen Yoongi in the grocery store, when he told Jimin to work on his posture. He plays with that in mind, letting Jungkook get a few hoops for the first bit, but then they change it up and Jimin steps in to take shots. He makes sure his posture is good each time, shooting each one perfectly.
In the end, Jimin and Jungkook are hyped up because they’re winning, and by the time the sun finally sets and they can hardly see the basket anymore, they declare that Jimin and Jungkook are the winners. Namjoon and Yoongi have the dishwashing duty now.
But when they get back to the lodge, everyone splits up. Taehyung, Seokjin, and Hoseok are downstairs watching a movie, Jungkook goes to take a shower, and Jimin sits at the dining table for a minute. As Yoongi and Namjoon get ready to wash dishes, Namjoon gets a phone call and excuses himself for a bit.
Jimin sits back and watches Yoongi, feeling a pang of guilt seeping into his gut as he watches the alpha wash away. It doesn’t seem fair at all. Yoongi cooked them a nice dinner and now he’s washing the dishes as well. Perhaps they should’ve come up with a different penalty for losing.
Sighing, Jimin gets up from his seat and steps into the kitchen, getting right beside Yoongi. The alpha turns his head to him, confused to see Jimin picking up the washed dishes and drying them off with a towel. He realizes very quickly that Jimin is helping him, and his gaze lingers on him for a second before he looks back at the sink.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me,” Jimin says curtly. “It’s not really fair for you to wash dishes, anyway. You cooked. Just let me wash them.”
Yoongi looks over to him. “It’ll be faster if we both do it. Let’s just work together.”
“What makes you think I wanna do that?”
“I wasn’t asking,” Yoongi says nonchalantly, continuing to wash the dishes. Jimin’s lips poke out into a frustrated pout, glaring at the alpha, but he keeps drying each dish Yoongi hands to him regardless.
As they finish up the dishes, Namjoon walks in and is shocked at the sight, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Instead, he apologizes and says he was on a call with his mom.
“It’s okay, Joon-ah,” Yoongi dries his hands and then pats Namjoon’s back, smiling at him. “You’ll be washing dishes tomorrow.”
He walks off and heads to his room, and Jimin holds back a laugh at Namjoon’s exaggerated confusion and shock. Walking up to the alpha, Jimin also gently pats his back.
“Good luck with that.”
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
Things are going well by their second day of vacation. They all get along nicely, laughing at the card games they play, and there’s a weirdly nice mix of everyone’s scents together. Jimin sort of likes being around this specific group of people—his wolf feels nice and warm inside when they all burst into laughter.
However, when they pick out their next game, they decide to draw teams of twos and have the seventh person as the MC—it ends up being Seokjin as the MC because his friends claim that he’s the best for it, and he agrees quickly that he’ll do it.
They write down numbers on little pieces of paper and then fold them up so that Seokjin can shake them into his palm. He throws them out onto the table and there are chairs scraping against the wooden floor as half of them rush their hands out, half-standing up to reach for their chosen paper. Jimin is one of the few who does this, eager to choose the piece of paper that Seokjin crumbled up in his palm just for funzies.
As the others unfold their paper easily, it takes Jimin a second to unball his, and he holds it out when he finally gets to read the number. “Number two!” he announces.
From across the table, a certain alpha’s head snaps into his direction. It earns Jimin’s attention and his tummy twists as he watches Yoongi raise his paper in the air to silently show him that they’re on a team.
“Okay, everyone sit with your partners,” Seokjin reminds them, laughing because Taehyung and Jungkook are pouty that neither of them were teamed up with Hoseok. He starts laughing even harder once he notices that Yoongi and Jimin are on a team.
Jimin sighs, but makes his way over to Yoongi, taking what was once Hoseok’s seat. He’s quiet next to the alpha, not even bothering to look at him because if he does, he’s afraid it might be too much. Instead, he listens as Seokjin explains the game to everyone, having to elaborate on a few rules. Eventually, they begin their game and chaos follows along.
“He’s cheating!” Namjoon exclaims, pointing to Yoongi, who accuses him right back.
“You’re lying,” he says bluntly. “I would never cheat. I am a loyal human being.”
Seokjin cackles. “I don’t know, Yoongichi, you used to steal my socks when we lived together.”
“Oh, come on.” Yoongi claims, “That was years ago, and that has nothing to do with me cheating.”
“So you are cheating?” Namjoon questions, and Yoongi laughs, his shoulders shaking. The others are watching, amused at the debate.
“I would never,” Yoongi says with his palm over his heart. “How could you accuse me of such things, Kim Namjoon? I thought we were friends.”
“We’re friends until it comes to board games. Every man for himself.”
Hoseok suddenly chimes in. “I can’t believe you guys are fighting over whether Yoongi hyung is cheating or not, when Taehyungie has been cheating this entire time.” Everyone gasps, snapping their head to Taehyung, and the omega’s eyes are wide for a few seconds before he turns to Hoseok with a pout.
“I thought I could trust you, hyung,” he says dramatically, also holding his hand over his heart like he’s been wounded. Hoseok laughs along with Jimin, but Jimin really bursts out laughing when Taehyung states, “Okay, fine, since we’re calling names, I saw Namjoon-ssi cheating earlier.”
Jimin, Hoseok, and Seokjin die laughing, while the others laugh more calmly. Out of habit, Jimin falls over into the next person’s lap, shutting his eyes tightly as he laughs, so amused by his friends calling out the cheaters. He’s barely on the edge of his seat, laughing so hard that he doesn’t even notice that it’s Yoongi he’s propping himself on.
Once his laughter dies down and he gets a grip, the others continue debating over laughter, but Jimin is brought back into reality as a hand settles over his back and he notices that the familiar woodsy-citrus is stronger and sweeter than ever. He leans up, only now seeing that he’s got his hand and arm on Yoongi’s thigh, and he’s been leaning over into him for an entire two minutes or so.
He backs away and straightens up in his chair quickly, shuddering as Yoongi’s fingertips glide across his lower back as he flees. Yoongi turns to look at him, but Jimin doesn’t dare look at him. He doesn’t want to face whatever sort of cocky smirk Yoongi has on his face right now.
Little does he know, Yoongi isn’t smirking, nor is he cocky. He’s simply smiling away, and he gets back into the debate instead of saying anything to Jimin about how he was totally all over him just then.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
“Let’s go to the jacuzzi,” Seokjin says, practically dragging Namjoon with him by the tips of his fingers. The omega gestures for Jimin to come as well, but he opts on it, waving the rest of them off.
“I gotta go work on my essay,” he says. “We still have plenty of days left. I’ll just get in some other day.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok speaks up as well. “My essay is due Friday, so I’ll go work on mine too. We could work together, if you want to?”
Jimin hums. “Sure.”
While the others get in the jacuzzi outside, Jimin and Hoseok go upstairs into Jimin’s room, dragging an extra chair up there so Hoseok can sit by him at his desk. They set up their laptops, but as they turn on their screens and get ready to begin typing, they decide to talk for a bit.
“So,” Jimin begins.
“So..?”
“You like my friends?” he questions, turning his whole body into the beta’s direction. “Because I know they like you. I just want to make sure you’re being real with them.”
A small smile forms on Hoseok’s face and he averts his eyes, clearly blushing. “I do like them. I’ve had my eye on them for a while—they’ve clearly had their eyes on me, too.” He giggles to himself and Jimin likes that someone likes his friends like this. He’s happy if his friends are. “What about you?” Hoseok suddenly asks, facing his direction again and wiggling his eyebrows. “You know, yours and hyung’s scents together are really nice. It kind of reminds me of Namjoon and Seokjin hyung.”
Jimin deadpans at the beta. “Are you talking about Yoongi right now?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes as he looks away from him. “Mine and his scents?” He thinks back to earlier, when he was laughing in Yoongi’s arms, and he shudders as he recalls that sweet scent of Yoongi’s—he realizes that his sweet vanilla and Yoongi’s sweet citrus might actually smell nice.
“You two smell really good together,” Hoseok says again. “Like Namjoon and Jin hyung do. But they’re mates, so that’s a given. You and Yoongi hyung, though… I’m not sure why it’s like that.”
“No idea,” Jimin murmurs, staring hard at his laptop screen. “It’s not like that between us. If anything, it’s the opposite. He’s so annoying.”
“You guys seem really competitive. Basketball is one thing you have in common, though. At least you’ve got that going for you.”
Jimin scoffs. “Why would I want anything in common with him?”
Hoseok shrugs. “You’re the only person I ever see hyung be annoying to like that,” he laughs out, amused. Jimin remembers seeing multiple times, how Yoongi has treated other people normally and always treats him differently. He’s always cocky when it comes to Jimin. Always. In a way, Jimin has always been cocky and teased people as well, but it’s never been like this before. He’s never specially given anyone else his attention like he does Min Yoongi.
“Why does he only do it to me?”
Why does Jimin only do it to him?
“No idea,” Hoseok tells him, shrugging. “I just think he likes to get a reaction out of you.” Now Hoseok smirks, once again wiggling his eyebrows.
Jimin shakes his head and then scoots up closer to his desk. “Anyways.” He clicks his essay open. “Let’s get to work,” he says. Hoseok follows, opening his essay document as well, but Jimin can hardly get to work because now, all he can think about is Yoongi. How he treats him, how Hoseok thinks his friend feels, and how Jimin feels as well—which he's unsure of.
He’s not sure what he’s supposed to feel.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
After they finish writing their essay, Hoseok goes to watch YouTube in his bedroom and Jimin watches a few TikToks that Jungkook sent him the other day, but he quickly gets bored of scrolling the app, so he plans to head downstairs to see if the others are out of the jacuzzi yet.
He changes into a white t-shirt and pajama pants, then makes his way out the bedroom door. The faint sound of the upstairs shower is running and the bathroom door is closed, so he figures someone is taking a shower, but doesn’t think much of it.
When he gets downstairs, Namjoon and Seokjin are sitting at the dining table, building a little lego house. Taehyung and Jungkook are in each other’s personal space on the couch, watching a show that’s on. Jimin believes it’s normal to see his friends this close together, but his heart feels all warm as he sees Jungkook gently rubbing his nose against Taehyung’s neck, right over his scent gland. It’s cute to see the two of them being so lovely together.
“Where’s Hoseok?” Jimin asks them and they turn their heads to look up at him.
Taehyung informs him, “Said he’s going to sleep soon. We aren’t sleepy yet and we didn’t want to bother him, so we’re in here.” He tilts his head to gesture to the mates at the dining table. “They’re building a lego cabin and Yoongi hyung is taking a shower.”
Right. Shower.
“Oh.” Jimin hums, seeing that everyone is busy, so he decides he’ll just go back to his room. “I’m going to go work on my essay some more, then.”
“You didn’t finish it?” Jungkook questions.
Jimin stares blankly at him. “No…” He was too busy overthinking and couldn’t get anything done. “But I’m going to finish it up now. Goodnight, you two.”
His friends tell him goodnight, as do Seokjin and Namjoon. After quickly chatting with them about their lego log cabin, Jimin heads back up the stairs and sighs to himself, bored out of his mind. Of course, he doesn’t want to work on an essay during his vacation, but he has nothing else to do anyway and it’s due by the end of the week. Just a few more pages and he’ll be done.
Coming up on the corner of the staircase, Jimin steps up the last step. Almost instantly, he stumbles as he’s trampled into, and his wolf suddenly goes wild, adrenaline surging through his veins as he feels a pair of hands wrap around his waist and he’s overcome with the overwhelming scent of Min Yoongi.
Jimin’s entire body grows instantly hot once he notices that not only does Yoongi have his hands on his waist, but he’s so naked. Yoongi is shirtless, only wearing some black sweatpants, and Jimin shudders as he watches the alpha’s black locks of wet hair drip down onto his neck—he wants to look away, but all he can really do is stare.
“You came up the stairs real quick, huh?”
Jimin’s wolf practically screams as Yoongi lightly digs his fingers into his waist, sending another spark of energy up Jimin’s spine, and the omega’s eyes flicker from brown to gold. His scent becomes sickenly sweet and he curses as Yoongi seems to notice, examining him from head to toe.
Seriously, all Jimin can do is stare dumbly at the water droplets falling down Yoongi’s bare neck and chest. He wants to bite, to taste, to feel every inch of that skin against his. Everything he’s ever fought against in his pretty little head just fades away, simply because Yoongi’s touch and the exposure of his skin really drives Jimin’s wolf insane.
“Why?” Jimin asks, his voice rough and hushed. He looks Yoongi in the eyes and sees now, how Yoongi’s eyes are also fading into a golden color. “Why the hell are you naked?” he asks, reaching for Yoongi’s wrists to push him away, but the second his fingertips land on the alpha, he freezes up, unsure of whether he wants to push him away or pull him even closer.
Again, Yoongi’s fingers dig into his waist, but this time it’s more prominent and it makes Jimin step forward, wanting to be closer—it makes the situation worse, however, both of their scents spiking as Jimin steps close enough that their bodies basically collide. Only then does Jimin realize what sort of desire he’s having right now, and it’s no good at all. It’s no good when he melts under Yoongi’s hold and their scents swirl together with pure lust.
It’s Jimin’s fault. Yoongi’s wolf wouldn’t be affected if it weren’t for Jimin’s wolf going haywire. Yoongi has an omega in front of him, probably reeking from the amount of desire he has, and it causes Yoongi to fall into the trap as well. They both spiral. Jimin spirals into sudden heat, slick practically oozing from him now, and Yoongi can’t control his alluring scent which is ten times stronger since he’s naked, nothing to block the smell.
“Jimin…”
The low tone of Yoongi’s voice sends Jimin over the edge, making him ready to fully submit and reveal his neck.
“Jiminie!” He hears the sudden voice of Taehyung, who Jimin doesn’t even bother to watch coming up the stairs in a rush. Jimin whines out as he’s pulled back by his friend, and he frowns as Seokjin passes by them to try and snap Yoongi out of it as well.
Taehyung has to force Jimin to go to his room, telling him he needs to calm himself and stop being so stubborn. Once Jimin is in his bedroom, he realizes now, as his heat takes over, that the reason he’d gone into heat is because of Yoongi— Yoongi, who isn’t in the room with him right now, though he should be, because Jimin’s omega is crying out for him.
“Jimin?” Taehyung questions, trying to get his attention, but Jimin climbs up into his bed and plants his face into his pillows, groaning because he’s just realized something so horrible that he might actually move to a new country because of it.
“Taehyungie,” he whines out, pouting as he turns his head to him. Taehyung runs his fingers through his hair, asking what happened, but Jimin only tells him, “He’s my mate, Taehyungie.”
At that, Taehyung’s eyes widen. “What the hell happened? I just saw you, like, five minutes ago, and suddenly Yoongi is your mate? That must be a record.”
Jimin tosses over, still pouty and whining as he tugs at his shirt. “Please just leave, and don’t let anyone in my room except for you until my heat is over.” He pulls his shirt over his head, burning up. Taehyung pats his head a few times, telling him not to worry, that he’ll bring him anything he needs, but Jimin is quick to get him out of the bedroom so that he can strip his pajama pants off.
Already feeling restless, Jimin tosses and turns about a billion times, unsure of what to do. He’s in heat, so he really should take care of himself, but it feels odd to do so when he’s in a house full of people and his mate is just across the hallway— also, what the fuck? Yoongi is his mate?
He gets angry at nature and bites down onto his shirt, even angrier that he was given Yoongi as his mate for a reason. They’re meant to be together. How fucking fantastic. After all the years Jimin has repressed his attraction to the alpha, it turns out that it was all useless in the end? All the cocky smirks that Jimin thought was lowkey hot, he could’ve been rightfully thirsting over this entire time? Maybe if he knew that Yoongi was his mate before, he wouldn’t have kept his thoughts to himself. Hell, he could’ve been annoying Yoongi a million times more, knowing that Yoongi felt the attraction too.
Because he definitely does. Judging by the way Yoongi looked at him, the change of his eye color, and the scent of his rut taking over—it’s clear, now.
People find out who their mates are by earning a connection, and the ones who can be sent into heat or rut can tell who their mate is by being near them during that time. When Jimin was sent into heat, having Yoongi’s hands on him and scent near him, he instantly knew. And if he knew, then Yoongi did too. He was sent into rut, after all.
But this is never how Jimin imagined he would find his mate. He definitely didn’t think it would be Yoongi; they’re rivals who tease each other constantly. Them being mates is truly a surprise to Jimin, but maybe not to Yoongi. He wishes he knew what Yoongi was thinking, or what he’s thought of him all this time. Did Yoongi know that they were mates? Is Jimin the dense one here? Surely not. Yoongi had even called himself dense when they were playing board games, so there’s no way he knew they were mates.
They definitely know now, however, as they’re locked in their rooms and isolated from everybody else. It sucks that they’re going to miss out on most of their vacation week, but what sucks even more is that Jimin’s mate is right across the hall, yet he can’t have him.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
Waking up, Jimin feels groggy.
The rest of the week flies by and Jimin has been in heat the entire time. He’s been going wild, whining into his pillow and crying out for an alpha—his alpha, his brain keeps telling him. But he went through his heat sad and alone, feeling more upset than he wished for. His wolf was restless, not going down easily. He couldn’t sleep, wouldn’t feel satisfied, and would barely eat whenever Taehyung would bring him food.
Though Jimin was upset, he’s glad that Taehyung was by his side to help him calm down and help Jimin try to get a grip on himself. Their friends had contacted the owner of the lodge and explained what happened, thankfully allowing them to rent the house for a few more nights.
As they come up on Sunday, Jimin and Yoongi will get one last night of vacation before they leave Monday at noon. Jimin has unhelpfully been told that Yoongi’s rut ended this morning. But Jimin had finally fallen asleep around six in the morning and didn’t wake up until four in the afternoon. Now, he’s taking an extremely thorough and slow shower, getting ready to go downstairs for dinner with the others. As he showers, he sees a few things that are Yoongi’s—they have to be his, considering they’re the only two staying upstairs.
He sighs, looking at the alpha’s belongings; shampoo and soap that are meant to cover up his scent, but it hardly works. They look brand new, like they’d been bought recently, and Jimin can’t help but wonder if the others had bought it for them to block out their scents. It doesn’t work, unfortunately. Jimin can still smell citrus, and it doesn’t help that he’s only ended his heat last night and his wolf is practically eager for any taste of his alpha that he can get.
The scent of Yoongi lingers, reminding Jimin of the entire situation. He isn’t out of his mind in his heat anymore, so everything hits him all at once as the hot shower water washes over him.
Holy shit, he thinks over and over again, Min Yoongi is my mate.
It doesn’t sound true. For years now, Jimin’s one rival has been his fated mate all along. Yoongi is so annoying, though—annoyingly getting under Jimin’s skin all this time, like he knows just how to, or maybe he does know. All Jimin knows is that he has no idea what to do now. What is he supposed to do? Confront the situation? He’s too shy to bring it up, especially with Yoongi of all people, because he has no idea what Yoongi wants to do. If he knew what the alpha wanted, maybe he’d be more inclined to do something. Maybe if he knew that Yoongi wanted him in any way at all, he’d go for it. He might let Yoongi court him and be with him.
Hell, Jimin would do more than that. He’d give in so fast he wouldn’t even know what hit him. If his mate came along asking to court him— even if it’s Min Yoongi— Jimin would swoon and blush like a teenager, and give in immediately. He’s a sucker for romance and a sucker for Yoongi, whether he wants to admit it or not. So, if Yoongi shows any sort of interest at all, Jimin’s interest would be off the charts.
However, going downstairs to finally come face to face with the alpha is a hard task. Jimin is terrified of seeing him. He has no idea what the alpha will think of him now. What if he’s angry? Upset? Never wants to see him again?
Jimin steps quietly down the stairs, trying to be stealthy under the chatter happening at the dining table. Namjoon and Hoseok are the two loudest, seeming to playfully fight over the mint chocolate debate, and just as Jimin takes the second to last step on the staircase, he notices there’s pots and bowls for their dinner along with a tub of mint chocolate ice cream that Jungkook is currently scooping into.
“Jimin!” Seokjin suddenly calls out, diverting the attention from one topic to another for a split second. Jungkook and Hoseok ask if he’s feeling alright, but Jimin is distracted by the fact that when he glances at Yoongi, the alpha is already looking at him. He’s sitting at the table as well, picking at some rice. Jimin averts his gaze. He can’t help but look away, feeling embarrassed over the fact that he caused such chaos the other day. Thankfully, Seokjin asks him, “Do you like mint chocolate?”
Slowly, he makes his way to the table with his head down. He shrugs. “It’s not the best flavor.” He sits down as far away from Yoongi as he can possibly manage, and he’s offered a plate of barbeque from Seokjin.
“See!” Namjoon exclaims. “Jimin is the only person here who understands me.”
Seokjin laughs out. “I’m literally your mate, Namjoon-ah.”
“Yeah, but you agreed with Hoseok.”
Again, he laughs, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders. “That’s just because it’s hot to see you riled up, alpha.”
Yoongi, who has been silent so far, scoffs. “Okay, lost my appetite.” He picks up his obviously empty plate and bowl, and then heads towards the sink to wash his dishes. Jimin watches him, idley picking at his food. Seeing the alpha he’s meant to be with, he can’t stop thinking about him and only him. He doesn’t listen to the debate anymore and he doesn’t even look at what food he’s picking up to eat.
Are we really meant to be together?
Yoongi turns around after he’s finished washing up, and his eyes land on Jimin’s. They hold eye contact for only a split second before both of them look away. Jimin knows already, that things will be awkward between them. He has no idea what to say or do now.
“Since this is our last night here,” Seokjin earns everyone’s attention, “how about we do something fun for Yoongi and Jimin, considering they missed most of their vacation days?” He looks at Yoongi and then to Jimin, wanting suggestions, but the two are silent.
“How about a movie?” Namjoon asks. It's Yoongi who shrugs in response.
“I’ll do whatever Jimin wants to do,” he says. Jimin glances at him, his eyes wide in awe. He can hardly believe that Yoongi is putting his wants before his own. There’s no way he actually cares about what Jimin wants to do.
Jimin says in return, “I’ll do whatever Yoongi wants to do.”
And he means it, truly. He’d be satisfied doing what the alpha wants; it’s because his wolf wants to please him, and only now does Jimin realize that maybe Yoongi’s wolf also wants to please him as well. Maybe he was being considerate.
“Let’s play board games again,” Taehyung suggests instead. “We can’t talk during a movie, and we were having fun playing games together the other night.”
The others agree that they did have fun playing games, so that’s what they decide to do. This time, Yoongi and Jimin don’t get put on the same team at any point during the night. They play on opposite teams or individually, and they don’t say a word to each other—not even to tease or annoy for no good reason.
It’s awkward. Neither of them know what to say to the other, and even if they do, it’s not like they want to talk about it in front of their friends. They don’t get a chance to be alone and by the time the night is over with and everyone is off to bed, there’s still tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
Even worse, they have to go up the stairs together to get to their rooms, and Jimin’s scent is nice and sweet just because he’s by his mate. It makes his tummy flutter, but it also makes him clench his fists out of irritation.
When they reach the short upstairs hall, Jimin steps towards his door, but he’s stopped when he hears Yoongi call out his name. He turns to the alpha, eyes wide in confusion. “Yes?” he asks, his heart racing in his chest.
“Um.” Yoongi grips onto his door handle, twisting it, but not opening the door just yet. “Goodnight,” he says quietly, his low voice causing the omega’s knees to feel weak. Jimin stares dumbly as Yoongi gives him a small smile and heads off into his bedroom. He doesn’t say anything back, too shocked to form words.
He’s not being rude or teasing me? Is this a joke?
Jimin goes to his own room, lying face-first into the pillow as he thinks about Yoongi for what might just be the entire night.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
“I just don’t know what to say to him,” Jimin tells Taehyung as he tosses his luggage into the back of his car. He and Hoseok swapped places for the ride back home because they don’t want to risk having Jimin and Yoongi in the same car for too long—which is fair, but it makes Jimin feel bad regardless.
“Well,” Taehyug begins, rearranging his suitcase next to the omega’s. “How do you feel about him? Especially now that you know you’re mates.”
Jimin frowns to himself. “My wolf really wants him. It’s so aggravating.”
“You’re always so annoyed when it comes to him.”
“Because he is annoying,” Jimin groans out. “Now more than ever, he’s annoying me, and he’s not even near me right now.”
Taehyung chuckles. “I wouldn’t say that’s gonna last long,” he says as he tilts his head in the direction of the lodge door, where Yoongi is coming out and heading towards them. Jimin sighs while Taehyung steps away, giving them privacy.
“Min.”
Jimin crosses his arms and tilts his head, intrigued by what sounds like the start of a normal conversation between the two of them. “Yes?” he questions, following the motion of Yoongi’s hands being tucked into his jacket pockets. Yoongi averts his eyes and drops his head before speaking again.
“I’m sorry about what happened the other day.” The alpha glances up at Jimin and the younger merely stares at him with wide eyes. Yoongi chuckles at this, once again looking away from him. “Don’t act so surprised. I just wanted to apologize for what I did when we ran into each other—putting my hands on you and all. I shouldn’t have done that. Clearly, I stepped over the line and caused a bunch of shit to go down.”
“I’m the reason shit went down,” Jimin says, eyeing him. Yoongi’s eyes go wide now, baffled. Jimin rolls his eyes and groans. “If it weren’t because of you and your damn scent—”
“Okay, we’re all packed and ready!” Hoseok calls out, gesturing for everyone to get in their seats.
Yoongi’s once confused gaze shifts into a relaxed, amused smile. Jimin could choke Hoseok right now for cutting his words off at such awful timing. Instead of finishing his thought, he once again rolls his eyes at the alpha and hurries towards the backseat he’ll be sitting in, closing the door and blocking out any form of communication from Yoongi. Hopefully he’ll die of embarrassment before he sees him again.
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
During the long ride home, Taehyung turns around to face Jimin—Jungkook is driving them. “Jiminie,” he says, giving him a genuinely concerned look. “What did Yoongi hyung say to you earlier? Did you talk it out?”
The only thing they got to say to each other was an apology and a half-assed thirsting on Jimin’s part. Taehyung reminding him of their conversation makes the omega’s skin crawl, and he curls up in shame.
“Don’t remind me,” he whines, hiding his face into the back of Jungkook’s seat.
“What happened?” Jungkook asks, curious.
Jimin sighs heavily. “Well, he apologized, but I made myself look like a horny dog.”
“That’s not far off,” Taehyung unhelpfully states. Jimin curses at his wolf for being so swept up in its mate. If his wolf wasn’t such a needy little thing, he’d be just fine. Taehyung adds on, “He was a horny dog, too, Jimin. Just saying.”
“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles. “A few of us had to leave the lodge because we felt like we were intruding. His scent was strong strong. And he kept growling anytime Seokjin hyung tried to bring him food or check up on him.”
Imagining Yoongi growling protectively at someone for entering his space, Jimin’s scent spikes up and the other two look back at him—Taehyung fully turned in his seat and Jungkook looking in the rearview mirror.
“I’m fine,” he says, sighing out again.
“Oh, you’re definitely fine,” Jungkook laughs out. Taehyung giggles along with him. “You seem to like the idea of Yoongi hyung in rut, huh?”
Jimin pouts and swats at Jungkook’s headrest. “Shut it, loverboy. You’ve been thirsting over Hoseok for years now.”
“Ah,” Jungkook sighs dreamily, ignoring Jimin’s words as he locks fingers with Taehyung over the console, “they grow up so fast.”
Jimin rolls his eyes and curls back into his seat. Taehyung asks him, “Why don’t you just talk to him again when we get home? This time, maybe plan what you’re going to say, though.” Plan what he’ll say? The only way he could plan something to say without messing up or with no interruptions is if…
“Perfect!” Jimin exclaims proudly. “I’ll just message him on Twitter.”
“Oh, that’s not—”
“Perfect! Thanks, Taehyungie~”
•🏀•🏀•🏀•
When Jungkook drops Jimin off at his apartment, it’s late in the afternoon. He figures that Yoongi is already home, considering he had a shorter ride from the lodge—only about thirty minutes shorter, though.
Jimin is relieved to be home, stepping into a familiar comfort place that smells purely of vanilla. He feels warm, though it’s cold outside. But before he gets too comfortable, he places his suitcase by the wall and immediately takes his phone out, making his way to his sofa.
He opens the Twitter app, where Yoongi has always indirected tweets towards him; it’s always a “better luck next time” type of saying that boils Jimin’s blood. Now, he opens the app in hopes to start a decent conversation with him.
Me:
Hi, Yoongi-ssi
Could we talk??
Min_93:
“Yoongi-ssi”??????
Why so formal
And sure. Call me
[Contact Attached]
Totally freaking out, Jimin sits up straight on the sofa. His eyes are bulging out in pure horror. This wasn’t a part of the plan—he was meant to message Yoongi so he can calculate his responses, not call him.
Still, he sucks it up and inhales a deep breath before pressing Yoongi’s phone number. His heart races as the phone begins dialing the alpha and he quickly puts it on speaker phone before setting his phone on the armrest of the sofa. As he’s holding his breath, the call beeps with an answer.
“Jimin-ssi.”
Jimin curls up into the side of the sofa, planting the side of his face into the cushion. His wolf is excited, loving to hear his alpha’s voice, but Jimin blushes like he’s never felt before. He quickly answers, “Don’t call me that.”
Yoongi chuckles through the phone and Jimin can imagine the gummy smile on his face.
“You’re the one who called me Yoongi-ssi first.” There’s ruffling on the other side of the phone. “Okay, Min. What do you want to talk about, hm?” His voice is low and there’s a slight purr in his tone, which Jimin isn’t so used to hearing—why does he sound so different over the phone? He sounds so calm and relaxed.
“About the trip,” Jimin mumbles quietly, feeling ashamed at the mention of it. “I don’t like how we left off. I didn’t get to say much.”
Again, he can practically hear the amusement in Yoongi’s voice. “Oh, you said plenty. Me and my scent, huh? What about it?”
Jimin’s gut drops at the tragic mention of what he never got to finish saying earlier. He never meant to say anything at all, honestly, but it was the truth; if Yoongi’s touch and scent didn’t affect him so much, he never would’ve gone into heat. But they also never would’ve known they were mates, either.
“Ignore that,” he demands with a bit of a whine in his voice. He ignores Yoongi’s laugh and his protest. “Stop teasing me for once, you jerk. I just wanted to apologize for ruining the trip. That’s all. So take my apology, ‘cause you’ll never receive another.”
“Oh, I accept the apology,” Yoongi says lightly. “But it was both of our faults. Not just you. And you didn’t ruin the trip.” There’s a split-second moment of silence, like Yoongi hesitates before he says, “The only thing you can ruin is me, Park Jimin.”
As if he wasn’t blushing before, Jimin’s cheeks physically turn red now, burning hot with the thought of ruining the alpha.
“How..?” he asks in a quiet voice, seeming unsure of where to take their conversation. He doesn’t know what lines to tip-toe around and what lines he can cross.
“My wolf,” Yoongi says with a sigh that echoes through the phone. Jimin knows exactly what he means, but Yoongi still elaborates. “My wolf has been going crazy ever since that day. Every time I see you or even think about you, I feel like I’m ready to run a mile.”
Feeling something is one thing, but hearing that Yoongi feels the same exact way only makes Jimin feel more calm and a lot less embarrassed. “Same here,” he admits in almost a whisper. “What do we do? I can’t—” he gulps— “I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s so annoying.”
Yoongi hums lowly. “I know the feeling. Trust me.” He probably knows the feeling just as much as Jimin. The desire, the need to be by his side, and the territorial thoughts he has—they’re shared between the mates. Yoongi even tells him, “That was quite possibly the worst rut I’ve been through and it’s only because you weren’t there.”
Jimin recalls the feeling all too well, his wolf calling out for the one person he used to force his wolf to not like. It was awful, wanting to present for his alpha across the hall and not being able to. There were many times where he wanted to sneak over there and beg for his mate to take him right then and there—and as Jimin thinks about it now, his wolf is getting riled up, suddenly wanting the same thing again.
“Yoongi,” Jimin lets out in a whine, being shameless as he begs him. “Please come over.”
“Come over?” Yoongi asks with utter shock in his voice. “You mean… Jimin, are you sure?”
Jimin rolls his eyes. “Are you seriously asking me that? If you want me just as much as I want you, then what’re you waiting for?”
“I didn’t think you’d want me like that.”
“Well, think again.”
Jimin hangs up their call and quickly types in his address. This is probably the bravest thing he’s ever done in his entire life—including trying out to play professional basketball and playing in front of thousands of people. After sending his address, Yoongi sends a thumbs up emoji, and suddenly Jimin’s wolf is off the walls in excitement.
My alpha is coming over.
He jumps up and starts organizing his apartment a little. After that, he probably has about fifteen minutes before Yoongi gets there, so he hops in the shower and makes sure to be squeaky clean, smelling good. Then, he fixes his hair and puts on the shortest pair of shorts he owns along with a big t-shirt that makes him look smaller than he already is.
Once he feels nice and cute, he sits on his sofa again, tugging the t-shirt off his shoulder to show some skin. He’s not new to the act of seduction. He just hopes it works on Min Yoongi, though—which he never thought he’d admit, but it's happening.
It’s nearly seven o’clock when he hears a knock on his door. Rushing to the front of his apartment, Jimin tidies himself up and his heart pounds in his chest as he opens the door, revealing the alpha he never thought he’d invite to his apartment. He’s wearing a black mastermind shirt, a black jacket, and some jeans. His black hair falls loosely in front of his eyes, and his gaze is dark as he scans over Jimin from head to toe.
Though Jimin is checking Yoongi out, it’s Yoongi who speaks first. “God, you’re so fucking hot, Park Jimin.” He reaches for Jimin’s hips and the omega’s knees go weak, giving into the touch. They both step forward, Yoongi pulling him in by his hips and Jimin wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders.
Shivers run up Jimin’s spine as their bodies meet and lips collide; their lips perfectly fit together. They don't have to say a word because they know what they want and they waste no time getting it. Yoongi’s hum of satisfaction makes Jimin whine out, and he grazes his small fingers along the base of Yoongi’s neck just to get more of a reaction from the alpha, who moans into the kiss. It's electrifying.
Yoongi squeezes his hips as Jimin pulls away for a split second to close the apartment door. After he does so, Yoongi moves them towards the wall, pinning the omega against it and trailing kisses down towards his neck. Jimin’s chest heaves as he pants for air, and he lets out a silky moan once Yoongi’s lips slide over his scent gland. Vanilla and citrus fills the air, both of them causing Jimin’s apartment to become thick with the scent of lust.
Slick starts to build up in Jimin’s shorts—he isn’t wearing underwear at all. As Yoongi’s teeth skid across his neck, Jimin finally bucks up into him, gasping as their lower halves press against each other.
“God, Jimin.”
Jimin places his head back against the wall as his eyes roll back. “Yoongi,” he sighs in return, holding back embarrassing noises as the alpha touches him wherever he can. “Let’s go to my room before I make you fuck me here instead.”
“I’m not against that,” Yoongi tells him, but Jimin rolls his eyes and grabs onto his hand, pulling him down the hall as the alpha tries to slip his shoes off. When they get to his bedroom door, Jimin opens it, and he can sense the enjoyment in Yoongi’s scent as they’re hit with a waft of Jimin’s scent—it’s strongest in his bedroom.
“You like my scent?” Jimin asks and he pulls Yoongi in by his jacket, baring his neck to him. “It’s all yours tonight, alpha.”
Just like the night they found out they were mates, Yoongi’s eyes flicker into gold. This time, however, he pulls Jimin in by his waist and attaches their lips together again, not holding back anymore. He slips his tongue past his lips and licks over the omega’s, making both of them grow dizzy with the amount of desire it creates.
They only make out for a minute or so before Yoongi eases Jimin back towards his bed, making his legs hit the mattress before he lightly pushes him to sit down. Their lips separate as Jimin sits there, looking up at the alpha.
“You must love this,” Jimin assumes, smiling smugly up at Yoongi, who gently cards his fingers through Jimin’s hair and tugs. “The omega you’ve been fighting against all this time is wrapped around your finger now.” Yoongi nods and cups the back of Jimin’s head, lightly tugging the hair back there as well, making Jimin tilt his chin up higher to look him in the eyes. “You know it won’t always be like this, don’t you? Just because I want you to fuck me senseless right now, doesn’t mean I won’t still tease you like hell in the future.”
“In the future?” Yoongi questions with a small smile on his face. “Good. I like a challenge.” He pecks Jimin’s lips and lingers there, ghosting over the omega’s plump lips. “But you asked for it tonight, so get on the bed and let alpha treat you well, okay?”
The omega submits easily, scooting back onto the bed and lying down in the middle, letting his mate do whatever it is he wants to.
Yoongi dives in and breaks him apart little by little, undressing Jimin and skimming his hands down his bare body. He toys with the omega’s hole, teasing him by smearing the sweet slick around and hardly fingering him enough to feel at first. When he does start to feel the pressure, however, Jimin has his head pressed back into the mattress and his body begs for more pleasure—his dick throbs and his wolf cries for him to present himself and finally get his alpha’s knot.
“Can’t believe this is what I was missing out on all week,” Yoongi says as he kisses down Jimin’s inner thigh. Jimin gasps out once Yoongi’s tongue meets his hole, licking the slick up and fingering him faster, three fingers in. Moaning at the sensation, Jimin grabs onto Yoongi’s locks of hair, tugging and begging for him, but also telling him that he might cum if he doesn’t stop.
Yoongi pulls away and eases his fingers out, earning a pout from Jimin.
“Be patient,” the alpha says, unbuttoning his jeans.
Jimin feels like he’s going feral as he watches Min Yoongi undo his pants and slip them off along with his boxers. He’s already tossed his jacket somewhere, but now he lifts his shirt over his head and tosses it to the floor. They’re both naked now and Jimin couldn’t be happier—especially seeing Yoongi’s toned arms and the happy trail on his tummy.
“Fuck,” Jimin moans out as Yoongi moves closer, getting skin-on-skin now. His thighs press against Jimin and he pumps his dick in his hands a few times, sighing out as he places it against Jimin’s dick and thrusts slowly against him, earning moans from the both of them.
“Gonna fuck you now,” Yoongi tells him, directing his hips lower. Jimin spreads his knees further apart and sweet vanilla slick drips down his skin, but Yoongi is quick to press his dick along the strip, gathering the slick and easing it back to Jimin’s hole. The omega gasps out as Yoongi pushes forward, slipping his dick in and filling him inch by inch. He’s long and fills him just right. Jimin has never known something so perfect to exist.
“Fuck me,” Jimin begs in a whisper.
Yoongi does as he’s told, thrusting lightly at first, but the more relaxed Jimin becomes, the more Yoongi starts being relentless. Jimin’s entire body is hot and sweaty, legs feeling numb and dick throbbing with every thrust into his prostate. Yoongi’s skin smacks against his repeatedly and he kisses Jimin’s calves before leaning down and attaching his lips to the omega’s chest. Jimin sees stars as Yoongi’s abdomen presses against his dick, and Yoongi takes his nipple between his soft lips, earning a higher pitched moan from his mate.
Without realizing, Jimin gets a grip on Yoongi’s back. He scratches from Yoongi’s shoulders to his lower back, clawing into Yoongi’s waist once his fingers settle there. The pleasure drives him insane, and it must drive Yoongi insane as well, judging by the hisses and moans that leave his mouth.
Yoongi raises back up, looking Jimin in the eye as best as he can, with the omega trying to keep his gaze.
“There you go,” Yoongi mutters, fisting his fingers through his omega’s hair to get a good look at him. “You like that, pup?”
Jimin bucks up at the pet name, whining, and he begins rocking his hips down to chase his orgasm—he can feel it coming, just on the edge of his high. Yoongi thrusts faster and kisses Jimin’s moans away, earning mewls instead because it just feels so good.
Wrapping his small fingers around the tip of his dick, Jimin moans louder into Yoongi’s lips. He throws his head back and Yoongi’s eyes never once leave his face, wanting every visual of Jimin’s fucked-out face.
With a few tugs at his achingly hard dick, Jimin begins cumming into the palm of his hand. His hole clenches over Yoongi’s throbbing dick, causing the alpha to groan. Just to get him riled up even more, Jimin ghosts his fingers over the alpha’s scent gland, tickling his neck, and he rocks his hips down to help Yoongi fuck faster.
Yoongi grabs onto Jimin’s hand and forces it against his neck even more, rubbing his omega’s scent all over himself. His head drops the second Jimin digs his thumb into his neck, giving just enough pressure to resemble a bite. Jimin feels proud of himself once Yoongi’s hips jerk and he starts filling the omega full of his cum.
The entire time Yoongi cums inside of him, Jimin keeps his thumb pressed down on his neck. His orgasm lasts for a good couple of seconds, filling Jimin full enough that when he slowly pulls out, there’s slick and cum oozing out of him as well.
Jimin releases his hold on the alpha’s neck.
“That was amazing, alpha.”
Yoongi squeezes the blankets beneath Jimin. “Shit.” He looks down below, where he’s got his knot in his hand. Jimin hums and then reaches down, wrapping his fingers around Yoongi’s much bigger hand. He squeezes it as well, earning a hiss from Yoongi, who plants his face into the omega’s neck. “You’re the fucking death of me.”
Jimin smiles. “Good.”
He lightly pushes his palms against Yoongi’s broad chest, his skin tingling at the touch as he guides the alpha to lay down on the bed. Once he’s lying with his back against the mattress, Jimin climbs up and tosses his leg over him, straddling his thighs.
“Here, I’ll put some weight on your knot.” He smirks just before lying down on the alpha, putting all his weight on him. Yoongi hums in satisfaction and wraps his hands around Jimin’s waist. Maybe it was an excuse to cuddle. Jimin won’t admit that, though.
“So, what now?” Yoongi asks quietly, his voice low and calm. Jimin likes his calm and gentle voice way more than his teasing one. He could lay like this all day and listen to Yoongi whisper into his ear.
“What do you want to happen now?” Jimin asks him. If he were to answer himself, he’d say that he wants this and more. But, he doesn’t want to exactly stop the teasing they had going on before all of this. Sure, it was annoying, but it was only annoying because Jimin liked it so much.
Lightly squeezing Jimin’s waist, Yoongi tells him, “I want to be with my mate.” He’s blunt and doesn’t hold back. Jimin wishes he could be as bold as him all the time, but at least he was bold enough to make the first move on Yoongi earlier.
“You’re with me right now,” he tests the alpha, who deadpans as Jimin smiles, his eyes forming crescent moons.
“I can’t believe you’re my mate. You’re so annoying.” Yoongi is smiling despite his words.
Jimin pouts, his smile easily ripped away. “Yeah, well I can’t believe you didn’t knot me. Now we’re in an awkward position because I feel bad and don’t want you holding onto your dick while we talk to each other.”
“It’s not awkward,” Yoongi says as he trails his fingers up along Jimin’s body, tickling his skin as he makes his way to Jimin’s head, cupping the back of it. “I think it’s a nice position.” He leans up off the mattress and plants a kiss on Jimin’s cheek. The once lustful air becomes sweet along with Jimin’s lovely smile.
“Didn’t know you were such a lover boy.”
Yoongi hums, almost like a purr. “I can be loving,” he states confidently. “I can also be annoying again.”
“Trust me, I know.”
The alpha chuckles. “Well, would you rather me be annoying or loving?”
Jimin tilts his head, looking the older in the eyes. “You’re annoying either way,” he mutters playfully, “But I prefer a little bit of both, anyways.”
“I can do that,” Yoongi says.
So, Jimin lays his head on Yoongi’s chest and closes his eyes, listening to the soft and slow beat of his heart. Yoongi moves one hand to his lower back and plays with Jimin’s hair while also caressing his back gently, the skin-on-skin contact making Jimin’s wolf pleased and happy. He’s never felt this content before. It’s nice. It’s really nice.
“Hyung..?” Jimin tries, earning a soft squeeze of approval and a questioning hum from Yoongi. He asks, “Were you being serious when you said you want to be with your mate? You know that’s… me… right?”
Yoongi chuckles out. “Of course, I know it’s you.” He holds the omega impossibly tighter. “It’s always been you and your annoyingly cute face and pettiness.”
Giggling as he thinks about the past, when he’d first met Yoongi and basically called him a loser, Jimin holds tight onto Yoongi as well. He cringes a bit, but it’s whatever.
“I love being petty and annoying you.”
“I know. That’s why I love annoying you even more,” Yoongi tells him. “But I want to annoy each other for as long as you’ll let me.”
Jimin sits up only enough to plant a kiss to Yoongi’s chest, and then he lays his head back down. “I think I’d like that.”
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“Jiminie! You’re late! Come in.”
Hoseok practically drags Jimin into his apartment. It’s noisy, all seven members of their friend group chatting from different rooms. Namjoon and Taehyung are in the living room, Jungkook is following Hoseok like a lost puppy with his arms around his boyfriend, and Seokjin is very clearly laughing with someone in the kitchen, which Jimin assumes is his mate.
While Hoseok goes back to his conversation with Taehyung and Namjoon, Jimin heads to the kitchen and his heart becomes soft and mushy at the sight of the back of Yoongi’s head. He’s cooking something; it’s Taehyung and Seokjin’s birthday month, so they all decided to meet at Hoseok’s house to hang out.
Sneaking up behind his boyfriend, Jimin smiles with crescent-mooned eyes as he wraps his arms around Yoongi. The alpha’s scent is nice and woodsy, a hint of citrus coming out as Jimin presses himself against his scent gland. Yoongi continues to move about, putting ingredients in a pot.
“Hi,” he mutters into Yoongi’s skin. “Did I surprise you?”
“Well, let me see.” Yoongi turns to look Jimin in the eye, and then he scans over him as usual, probably reflex by now just to make sure his omega is nice and safe. “Hoseok loudly greeted you at the door and I could smell you as soon as you walked through the hall, so you didn’t surprise me with your appearance. However, this is a shock,” he admits as he lowers his hand to tug at Jimin’s black skinny jeans, his finger curled into the belt loop.
Jimin tilts his head. “My pants are shocking?”
Yoongi nods. “They’re so… tight.”
“Oh, good lord,” Seokjin groans out, rolling his eyes. “Can’t we have one normal day in this friend group? First, Jungkook is going through some weird possessive phase, and now Yoongi’s about to go into rut again just because of some pants.”
Immediately arguing back, Yoongi says, “I am not going into rut. I just think Jimin is hot and it should be illegal.”
Jimin giggles. “You always think I’m hot, don’t you?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Yah, what a nice way to talk to your mate,” Seokjin says. Not even three seconds after, he’s holding up a wooden spoon in the direction of Namjoon who just walked into the kitchen, scolding him for trying to eat the ingredients and telling him he’ll smack his hand with the spoon if he tries again.
“But I love you and your food,” Namjoon says sweetly, wrapping his arms around his omega and placing kisses along his cheek and neck. Seokjin blushes intensely, lightly smacking Namjoon with the spoon anyways.
Jimin whispers to Yoongi, “We’re not that disgusting, are we?”
“Nobody is as disgusting as them.”
Just as he says that, the other three begin giggling from the living room, earning the others’ attention; they’re all piled up on the couch, Jungkook sitting with Hoseok and Taehyung happily towering onto him.
Jimin shrugs. “I think we could be more disgusting, honestly.”
“We’re disgusting enough,” Yoongi tells him, then kisses his cheek lightly. Jimin blushes and his heart feels like goo as he watches his alpha go back to cooking, ending their conversation. This is exactly what he likes—little banter, and a little cuteness. They’re both still shy with their new relationship, but as a few months passed, Jimin let his affectionate side come out and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to speak his mind or be affectionate when he’s comfortable doing so.
Jimin loves to hug and scent Yoongi, while the alpha loves to hold hands and scent him back. Scenting and kissing is a mutual favorite of theirs. It’s something they can and have done for hours on end. Now that they’re together, it’s just that easy. They’re mates who can’t get enough of each other.
But when it comes to playing basketball together, they’re ruthless. They know each other’s weaknesses a million times more now, and it makes playing against each other all the more difficult. They don’t hold back on their banter and teasing, either. When it comes to basketball, they throw the whole cutesy couple thing out the window and instead become a rival couple, playing somewhat unfairly and even sometimes “blocking” each other by cheating, wrapping their arms fully around the other or throwing in a quick kiss on the lips to serve as a distraction.
“That won’t work on a real court,” Yoongi would say.
Jimin would say, “That’s not fair!” even though he’s definitely the one who started the distraction method in the first place.
But looking back on how their life was before, Jimin thinks that life is much better now. Instead of suppressing his feelings all the time, he can openly enjoy his time with Yoongi. He can enjoy his presence, his scent, the stupidly hot smirk on his face, and the time they get to spend together as mates.
Though the timing of going into heat at the lodge was awful, Jimin wouldn’t change anything about that day. If it weren’t for that exact moment, he never would’ve confirmed that Yoongi was his mate. They never would’ve gotten so comfortable with coming to terms with their feelings. Jimin never would’ve admitted he’d had a thing for Min Yoongi, his jerk of a rival.
But now, he’s glad that the unfortunate timing was actually a blessing. Yoongi treats him so nicely and tenderly. And in return, Jimin gives his alpha all the affection and care in the world. They were definitely made for each other, Jimin realizes quickly. And it’s because of that, that he’s happier than ever. It’s because of that, that Jimin is glad to be Min Yoongi’s fated mate.
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