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“Jimin baby, please. It was a mistake, you’ve gotta believe me,” Minseok called after him as he followed Jimin around their shared apartment as the younger man angrily shoved what he could of his belongings into a blue duffel bag.
“Oh, so your dick just accidentally ended up in her vagina…twice!? How stupid do you think I am, Minseok? This is just the last straw and I’m done,” Jimin hissed as he stomped into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush and shower products, shoving them into his bag as well.
His boyfriend of two years had cheated on him with a coworker and he’d found out about it when one of his good friends, who also worked with Minseok, had showed him the receipts which included pictures and text messages. It was all very real and Jimin felt like the entire relationship had been building to this moment where everything finally broke apart. After all, they’d literally gotten together after a one night stand. It had been the best sex Jimin had had for a while and he had wanted to keep that going so they became fuckbuddies. One thing led to another and they decided to make things more official about three months in. But Minseok had always been a little shady, secretive about his phone and sometimes his whereabouts. Jimin had expected that something like this would happen at some point. It was also strange that it was with a woman because Minseok had always been adamant that he was gay.
Jimin decided he didn’t know Minseok as well as he’d originally thought he did.
The older male tried again to block his way from leaving the bathroom and Jimin rolled his eyes.
“Move. Now,” Jimin demanded, nowhere near in the mood to argue.
Minseok looked stricken, like his entire life was falling apart, like he truly cared. But Jimin knew he didn’t, not truly.
”Baby, please give me another chance,” Minseok pled with Jimin, his eyes wide and glistening with unshed tears.
Jimin knew those crocodile tears would never fall and he scoffed audibly.
”You have had two years of chances. I’m not wasting another single second on you. Now move; Jungkook will be here in five minutes,” Jimin said, knowing his best friend was coming to take him away from all of this was a huge comfort to Jimin.
Minseok’s face contorted into violent rage. “That fucker has no right to interfere in our relationship. I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
Jimin laughed bitterly. “It’s funny that you think you have a say in who I interact with or that we still even have a relationship to consider. You know very well that Jungkook is my best friend.”
”Yeah, and also the guy who has had a permanent hard-on for you since the day you met. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d fucked him before, to be honest,” Minseok posed bluntly and Jimin gasped dramatically.
”I have never once been unfaithful in our relationship. I want that to be known right now. But now, I’m free to fuck whoever I want whenever I want. So get the fuck out of my way before I call Jungkook and tell him to beat your ass,” Jimin threatened and watched with vile delight as his former boyfriend’s furious mask cracked a little, allowing the fear to come through.
Jimin knew what he was doing. Minseok was a coward when it really came down to it. He’d never risk fighting with Jungkook because he knew he’d lose. Most people would. His best friend who he’d known since he was in high school was taller than Minseok by a full head and he was both broader and more muscular. Jungkook was sort of addicted to working out and building his body to be stronger and more fit so he looked intimidating to say the least but Jimin also had to admit he was incredibly hot. His muscles flexed even through the shirts he wore and sometimes Jimin had to bite his tongue to keep from drooling or saying something he might regret. He loved his best friend who was always there for him through thick and thin but they’d never been romantically involved. Jungkook had only ever dated girls and had never hinted that he was bisexual so Jimin assumed it’d never work out. It didn’t stop him from admiring his friend’s body but he’d never once thought about cheating on Minseok with anyone, including Jungkook. He was a loyal person and loved wholeheartedly, so it hurt that Minseok would say that. He’d break up with Minseok before he’d ever cheat on him.
Still rampaging through the house closely followed by a panicked Minseok, Jimin heard his text tone on his phone, two chimes that he knew signified Jungkook had texted him. He pulled his phone out and sure enough Jungkook had messaged him saying he was outside.
“Jungkook’s here. I’m leaving. Our lease is up next month. I’ll send my half but after that you’re on your own. I won’t be back. Don’t text or call me,” Jimin shot off as he moved toward the front door, where he hoped Jungkook was waiting. Now knowing his best friend was outside, he was losing his composure bit by bit, slipping into the need to be cared for and held. Jungkook was his safe place and nothing made him feel better than being wrapped in his arms.
He put on his jacket, the brisk autumn day a little chilly. When he slipped his shoes on, there was a knock at the door.
“Jimin, seriously, let’s talk about this,” Minseok pled again as he attempted to grab Jimin’s arm.
The smaller man jerked away from his grasp and yanked the door open. Outside stood Jungkook, his longer black hair styled back and away from his face, his eyebrow ring and lip ring glinting in the sunlight. He wore a leather jacket and jeans, chunky black sneakers. His dark eyes were focused on Jimin at first but then hardened when he noticed Minseok standing right behind him, his glare completely malevolent.
“I”m ready, Kookie. Let’s get out of here,” Jimin greeted and moved to join him outside.
“Sure you don’t need me to beat him up for you?” Jungkook asked as he glanced at Jimin and then returned his glare to Minseok.
Jimin shook his head. “I just wanna get out of here.”
Minseok practically growled. “Shut the fuck up. He’s my boyfriend, you dick!”
Jungkook moved forward like he meant to attack Minseok but Jimin carefully kept him outside by gentle pressure on his shoulders. “Kookie, please…”
Jungkook wrapped Jimin up in his arms and without another word he led the smaller man away. “Don’t fucking call him,” Jungkook offered as a last remark.
Jimin breathed a lot easier when he was buckled into Jungkook’s car, the smell of his friend’s cologne permeating every pore of the vehicle.
“You’re staying with me,” Jungkook said, and it was a demand.
Jimin just nodded, completely fine with that.
Jungkook’s apartment was a little smaller than Jimin’s and Minseok’s had been but he lived alone so he didn’t need that much space. Jungkook was a little messy but every time Jimin came over he would always tidy up the place a little for him and just take care of him. Jungkook had been single for a long time and he had friends but not many that came over to his apartment regularly. Jimin was special, though, always had been.
The little hook by the door is where Jimin hang his jacket when they entered and Jungkook hang his keys up on the one beside it. Jimin and Jungkook both took their shoes off and then Jungkook led Jimin inside. The living room was just as the smaller remembered, his favorite fuzzy blanket draped over the back of the sofa from his last visit. Jimin grabbed it and wrapped it around his shoulders.
“What an asshole,” Jimin spat, trying to just calm down and get rid of the negative energy inside of him but it was so difficult.
“I won’t let him speak to you ever again,” Jungkook said as he pulled Jimin down in the sofa next to him, pulling him into his chest.
“Do you think I’m just cursed to be alone?” Jimin asked, feeling tears filling his eyes as he cursed himself for being weak and crying over such an idiot.
Jungkook shushed him and pulled him even closer. “You deserve someone better than that dick. You’re literally the perfect omega and that asshole doesn’t deserve to even breathe the same air as you.”
Jimin chuckled but it sounded painful as he tried to fight the sob trying to work its way out of his throat. He leaned his head onto Jungkook’s shoulder and sighed.
“Thank you for coming when I needed you,” Jimin whispered.
Jungkook squeezed his shoulder and Jimin marveled at how different Jungkook was when it was just the two of them. He could truly be one of the scariest and most intimidating people he’d ever met but he was such a big softie when it came to Jimin.
“I’ll always come when you need me,” Jungkook said.
Jimin felt so secure in that moment, feeling complete in all the ways that mattered. His best friend had never disappointed him and come to think of it, Jungkook was the perfect alpha. Whoever managed to steal his heart someday would surely be a lucky omega.
“I will try not to stay long, Kook. I’ll start looking for a new place as soon as possible,” Jimin said.
Jungkook shook his head. “No. You’ll stay here with me, Jimin. You’ll be safe here and I like having you here anyway.”
Jimin sighs. “Jungkook, I can’t just stay here. I-“
“Stay with me, Jimin,” Jungkook said, his face very close to Jimin’s now.
His eyes were intense, demanding, intimidating. His scent had spiked too, encouraging Jimin to submit. Jimin had always been helpless when it came to Jungkook so he easily did, agreeing.
The next few weeks, things developed at a natural pace. It began with sharing breakfast and many laughs together at the small kitchen table, watching episodes of their favorite show each night on the sofa after dinner, and crawling into bed together when one had a nightmare. Typically it was Jungkook as he’d had quite the traumatic childhood and had night terrors because of it. Jimin had cuddled him to sleep several times over the course of their friendship.
It progressed to a bit more intimate things, like Jungkook scenting Jimin before he left the apartment, the alpha walking up behind Jimin and wrapping his arms around the omega’s middle. He’d pick Jimin up and carry him to bed when the omega got sleepy and tuck him in. Things that normally didn’t affect him now made his heart flutter in his chest and his cheeks warm.
He was developing feelings for his best friend…or had they always been there?
Jungkook was the first one to make things more serious. Jimin had woken up late one morning and they were cuddled up asleep together in Jimin’s bed. The alpha began sleepily kissing the omega’s face and neck to get him to wake up. Jimin had gasped awake, feeling shivers over his entire body at the closeness and intimacy of Jungkook’s actions.
But the next time Jungkook had come home from the gym and he’d walked in shirtless had been the final straw. The alpha had walked in, his sweaty scent still clinging to his body and making his pheromones that much stronger. It made Jimin dizzy and he just stared at the alpha until Jungkook noticed him.
“You okay?” The alpha asked.
“Mmhmm,” Jimin hummed while staring at Jungkook’s toned chest
The alpha noticed where Jimin was staring and he walked toward him until he stood right in front of him. “Wanna touch?”
Jimin’s eyes flew up to meet Jungkook’s. The alpha seemed like he was in a way teasing but also there was a sensual and serious spark in his eye.
Jimin was never one to back down from a challenge.
He reached his tiny hands and placed them on Jungkook’s chest. He couldn’t help the stuttered moan that tumbled from his lips.
“Fuck, Jimin,” Jungkook growled.
Jimin couldn’t stop his hands from exploring his entire torso. Once they had a taste of Jungkook’s skin, they wouldn’t stop.
“You’re truly handsome, Jungkook,” Jimin breathed
“And you’re fucking gorgeous. Jimin,” Jungkook replied.
They were both breathing heavily now and leaning toward each other.
And then the thread snapped.
Jungkook pulled Jimin in by his waist at the same time Jimin reached both hands out to grab his t-shirt and pull him into a kiss. Jungkook’s big hands clawed at Jimin’s waist and the omega’s were clenching the alpha’s shirt so hard his knuckles were white.
Their lips moved together sloppily and fast, panting breaths shared between them as the tension finally boiled over. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Hands finally pulled at clothes and before Jimin even knew it he was in Jungkook’s bed with the naked alpha hovering over him. His hunky muscular tattooed best friend and he had always had a close bordering on too close relationship and the omega just stared up at his friend’s face, marveling at how stupid he’d been to ever look at any other alpha but Jungkook.
“Kookie, fuck me,” Jimin panted, his eyes teary and wide as he clung to Jungkook.
“Oh, my fucking pleasure, Minnie,” Jungkook husked before he licked and kissed his way torturously slow down Jimin’s body before he reached the spot between his spread legs.
They were both naked so there was no hiding now. His slicked hole and hard cock we’re on full display and Jimin shivered at the loud growl that escaped Jungkook’s chest before he literally dove in head first, his tongue lapping at Jimin’s entrance.
“F-Fuck!” Jimin screamed as he squirmed on the bed, unable to move because of the strong grip Jungkook had on his thighs. He would surely had bruises but he smiled, happy he’d be able to remember their time together every time he would look at them.
Jungkook ate him out like a man possessed and slowly stretched him, getting his hole ready to take his cock. It didn’t take long with how turned on Jimin was but the alpha made it his mission to drive Jimin insane because he didn’t stop once his hole was tongue-fucked loose and gaping. No, he made Jimin cum loudly on his tongue and didn’t stop until the omega was quivering and squirming to get away from the oversensitivity.
Then, he’d crawled up the omega and brought both of Jimin’s thighs up to wrap around him as he maintained eye contact with the only omega he’d ever loved in his entire life, his very best friend and the person he considered the other half of his soul. Jimin didn’t know it, but Jungkook had been hopelessly in love with him for years and had waited patiently for the day he could confess his love for him.
He looked at Jimin with a question in his eyes and when the omega nodded at him Jungkook thrust inside him in one strong push of his hips.
“Oh, fuck…oh, damn…you feel like heaven, Minnie,” Jungkook muttered, his husky voice in pleasure doing all sort of things in Jimin’s belly and making his insides clench.
“Kookie, you feel good, too. Fuck me,” Jimin begged, rolling his hips.
Jungkook pulled out slowly and then rammed back into him, making Jimin’s eyes roll back in his head. After that, everything was a blur. They fucked like savages, their bodies starved for the other in ways they didn’t even know could happen. They clung to each other and experimented with every position they could think of, maneuvering their bodies to bring each other to pleasure again and again. Jimin lost track of the number of times he had orgasmed and after some point he realized Jungkook had gone into rut and he had gone into heat. After that, he truly lost track of night and day, of sleeping and fucking, but everything was Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook…
When he awoke on the fourth day and wasn’t mindless to the need to be knotted yet again, he could finally think clearly and he just smiled. He could feel the healing and still very sensitive mating bite on his neck and remembered with fuzzy details how Jungkook had bitten him in the middle of his heat, how he’d begged for it and came the moment the alpha’s fangs had pierced his skin.
Jungkook’s arms were wrapped around him and ther combined scent and the smell of sex and cum filled the room. Jimin snuggled into his best friend’s arms and thought that this was how things were supposed to be. He was supposed to end up with Jungkook, the alpha who had never let him down, had always been there for him through everything. Jungkook was a protector, a provider, a true loyal and reliable friend, an honest confidante, and a passionate lover. He was everything an alpha should be and he was all Jimin’s.
“I love you, Kook,” Jimin whispered.
Arms tightened around his waist and he heard the words of Jungkook’s reply whispered in his ear.
“I love you, too.”