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jimin doesn’t know what it is about him that makes him jeon jeongguk’s target, but he’s sick and tired of it.
with his ass against the hardwood bench and arms crossed stubbornly over his chest, jimin sits out on yet another sparring session because he’s outmatched by his opponents size. it’s a bullshit reason and everyone knows it. just last week, yoongi was put up against an alpha woman five inches taller than him with significantly more muscle. jeongguk didn’t seem to care then when yoongi, an omega, was being rammed into the sparring mat.
jimin’s cheeks darken a deep shade of red when taehyung—beta—looks over his shoulder, eyes full of pity as they fall on jimin. great, now his friends are starting to look at him like he’s some sad case. it’s only a matter of time before they start treating him the same way the captain does.
the omega huffs and turns his head away. he shouldn’t even be here anymore. he doesn’t want to be here, but it would be childish of him to leave his team just so he can wallow in self pity. so, he settles for the next best thing and continues to pout on this bench.
the sound of feet rustling on the fighting pad fills the room, followed along by the loud voices of his team. when they were formed as a team in the beginning of the year, a lot of them were quiet, introverts. they mostly kept to themselves and didn’t bother each other, but that didn’t last more than a few weeks. and now…
“get her neck!”
“take her down, lee.”
“punch her face!”
“this is sparring, taehyung, not the battlefield.”
“whatever..KICK HER ASS!”
“yeah!”
the team whoops.
jimin’s head snaps to the side, watching as two omega women, jieun and eunji, spar with their bare fists. jieun, the taller of the two, bends at the waist and barrels her shoulder into eunji’s abdomen. eunji grunts and her hands fly to jieun back, nails clawing at her back. but jieun is known to be fast, and fast, she is. jieun grabs eunji’s legs and straightens out, holding the shorter omega over her shoulder and all the other can do is hang in defeat.
ugh, i could have totally taken her! jimin thinks to himself.
maybe not jieun..
you know what? hell no. jimin could totally take jieun. he’s one of the strongest omegas in their team and her height shouldn’t intimidate him in the slightest. he refuses to sit by idly and watch his team practice their technique while he unwillingly lazes around.
he shoots off the bench, parting his lips to give jeongguk a piece of his mind, but before he can get the opportunity, the captains booming voice fills the room.
“that was a childish approach. what are the possible ramifications of jieun-ssi’s actions?” jeongguk holds his arms behind his back, walking along the other side of the mat where no students stand.
everyone’s arm flies up.
jieun drops eunji to the mat and the sound of the omegas grunt on impact makes jimin cringe. ouch.
jeongguk nods at minsoo, nicknamed stains (don’t ask).
stains puts his arm down. “she could have hurt herself. eunji could have had stainless steel armor under her shirt—would’ve dislocated her shoulder instantly.”
jeongguk tilts his head from side to side, showing the answer is correct, but not the one he’s looking for. “or..?” he drawls.
“the weight of eunji in her arms could tire her out. she’s already fatigued from fighting and holding her up woul—“ another team member cuts in.
jeongguk shakes his head. “next.”
“jieun made herself defenseless. by doing that, she made it easier for eunji to attack.” jimin speaks up, drawing all eyes on him.
jeongguk’s gaze sharpens slightly, something like..amusement flickering in his dark eyes. “how so?”
jimin takes a measured breath. “her back was left wide open and eunji had perfect access to it. if it was a real battle, the likelihood of eunji having a weapon is high. she could have easily stabbed jieun in the back— and a wound like that would have taken her out completely.”
the side of jeongguk’s mouth twitches, dangerously close to quirking up into a half smile. “good.” his eyes linger on jimin for a second more before jeongguk instructs the next two people to step on the sparring mat.
jimin plops down on the bench with a huff, hands fisting the fabric of his uniform tac pants. good enough to answer a question, but not good enough to be put on the mat. how does jeongguk plan to prepare jimin for battle if he doesn’t train him? he’s only let jimin on the mat twice: once with an omega three inches shorter than him and the next with a beta who had a little more muscle than him. jimin beat the omega to shreds, but the beta slammed jimin so hard into the mat, he nearly passed out. since then, jeongguk has never put him back on the mat. the only practice jimin gets is during their technique training before sparring; fighting the air will truly only get him so far.
jeongguk is training him to die.
and those words aren’t coming from dramatic jimin, they are coming from normal jimin because he will die once he graduates and gets sent into active battle fields with zero combat experience.
————
jimin continues to stew over combat class at lunch, sitting at the long table in the corner of the dining hall. he’s sandwiched between taehyung and yoongi, while hoseok and namjoon sit across from them. seokjin, the poor thing, is tortured with the task of sitting at his girlfriend's table across the room every other day. today happens to be one of those days and everytime jimin’s eyes lock with seokjin’s, he can’t help but laugh. to anyone who doesn’t know him well, seokjin would look normal, but jimin can see the ‘help me’ clear in his eyes. seokjin’s girlfriend is kind, a sweet omega who jimin has talked to plenty of times, but she has her own group of friends. her group of friends just so happen to be slightly obnoxious.
jimin bites into an orange slice, the sweetness making his mouth water, but doing nothing to lift his sour mood.
“did you guys hear about the invasion on the west?” namjoon leans onto his elbows, glasses perched up on the bridge of his nose all scholarly.
taehyung straightens out. “oh yeah. professor lee told us about it this morning. is your sister still stationed out on the western border?”
namjoon pauses for a moment, eyes darting down to the empty space on the table before him. jimin notices the flicker of sadness on his features and it seems the rest of the group can tell too, considering how they all remain silent, eyes glued to namjoon.
he nods. “yeah, but i was told she’s okay—three wolves were injured and two dead.”
it’s moments like this where the reality of what they’re doing kicks in. this isn’t just a school and these classes aren’t just fun and games. this is real life and in real life there is an on-going battle between their country and one of their neighbors. thousands of people get sent from this exact training school to fight and nearly a quarter of them die their first year on the job. the weight of it sits heavy in jimin’s stomach, making his appetite non-existent.
yoongi, as usual, keeps his bitterness sharp. “those fuckin’ bloodsuckers..” he mutters through gritted teeth, shaking his head. “this war sucks ass, but let’s all be glad we were born normal.”
taehyung snorts. “what we call normal, the humans call ‘unruly beasts’.”
“fuck the humans,” yoongi counteracts without missing a beat.
“ew, i don’t want to. i heard they smell.” taehyung scrunches his nose.
jimin lets out a laugh. it’s easier this way—to joke about the dysfunction of their world instead of dwelling on the negative possibilities. “you’re not wrong,” he says, leaning in conspiratorially. “i read in a blog online that they smell like iron and dust. can you believe that?”
“all of them smell the same?” hoseok asks, quick to join the conversation around gossip.
jimin nods his head. “that’s what i heard.”
“you know—“ taehyung leans in just as jimin did. “—i met a human once.”
everyone at the table gasps. hoseok, yoongi, and namjoon lean in.
“what?” namjoon whispers, eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.
hoseok shakes his head, voice hushed. “no way. you’re lying.”
yoongi rolls his eyes. “of course he’s lying. remember that time he told us that hot alpha third year asked him on a date? he’s full of shit.”
taehyung’s jaw drops, utterly appalled at the accusation. “that wasn’t a lie! he asked me to walk with him to class. that’s, like, basically a mini date these days.”
jimin snorts. “a true love confession.” his words are laced with sarcasm.
taehyung glares at them all. “haters. all of you. haters.” taehyung huffs. “but, i’ll tell you my human story anyway, because it’s epic. so, there i was—“
“bullshitting?” yoongi interrupts, deadpan.
jimin nudges him with a silent laugh.
taehyung ignores him, pressing on. “—minding my own business at that cafe with the lavender coffee i really like.”
“quiet finch?” hoseok quirks a brow.
taehyung snaps and points to the alpha. “that’s the one. i was studying and all was normal, until i smelt it..” he pauses, building the dramatics. “..iron, just like jimin said. he looked normal, not too much different from us, but it was his scent and manner that made me realize.”
“what was he doing here? humans never cross into our land. it’s unheard of.” jimin’s curiosity gets the best of him.
taehyung shrugs. “i’m not sure, but he looked comfortable here. maybe he lives here.”
the entire table scoffs. jimin waves his hand. namjoon makes a “psh” sound. hoseok and yoongi simply shake their heads.
yoongi leans away. “no way, a human would never—“
“we’re talking about humans?” a voice, a very annoying voice, makes its way into their conversation. “i know plenty of humans.” jeongguk drops his tray on the table and plops down next to namjoon, right across from jimin.
jimin doesn’t pride himself on being childish, but if he could push out his pheromones of discomfort, he would. if scent blockers weren’t mandatory, letting the bitter scent of burning strawberries fill the nostrils of jeon jeongguk sounds like an amazing way to continue the rest of lunch. especially because jimin knows jeongguk doesn’t like his scent.
it happened at the beginning of the year, when jimin was new...
it was the first day of sparring class when jimin found out the hard way that reading the school’s rule book is important. who would have thought?
he went his first period unbothered, earning a few looks, but jimin thought that was normal. everyone was new at the time, being surrounded by new faces naturally makes you curious. little did he know the reason they were staring was because jimin didn’t put on a scent blocker. his dumbass didn’t even notice that everyone was scentless, too nervous about his first day to pay attention to the scents of the school's population.
jimin found out in sparring class, when captain jeon was walking by. his nose instantly scrunched, jaw tightening as he paused in front of jimin’s desk.
“cadet..” jeongguk’s eyes looked down at jimin name sticker, “park. what’s rule sixteen in the lupine guard academy rule book?”
jimin became stiff in his seat and his cheeks flushed bright red. “w-what? the rule book? um..” he pressed his lips together, eyes flitting around the top of his desk like the answer would appear.
“rule sixteen. does anyone have the answer?” jeongguk looked up to the rest of the class.
some cadet from the back row called out, “all first year students must wear scent blockers during their school hours.”
all of the embarrassment and shame started to build up inside of jimin, an apology sitting on the tip of his tongue.
jeongguk looked down at him again. “go to the dorms and put on a scent blocker. if you don’t have any, go to the nurse and they’ll have some.”
jimin’s lips parted. “now?”
the captain raised his eyebrows in what seemed like surprise. surprised that jimin was genuinely asking. “no, i meant on christmas.” he deadpanned. “yes, now. you’re smelling up my classroom.”
with that, jimin quickly got up and left. he ran to his dorm and slapped on an adhesive scent blocker over his neck and rushed back to class.
to say his first interaction with jeongguk wasn’t the best is an understatement. not only did jeongguk embarrass him in front of the class, he blatantly showed how much he hates jimin’s scent. to a wolf, an insult like that is personal. a scent is something a wolf can’t control, but it’s such a huge part of their identity, any comment about their scent is a sensitive topic.
besides, no one has ever mentioned jimin having a bad scent. it isn’t something out of the ordinary like vinegar or mulch, it’s fucking strawberries for crying out loud..
“you know humans?” taehyung asks with wide eyes.
jeongguk nods casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world to know humans. “yeah, most of them are pretty nice.”
the table falls silent and all most of them can do is stare at jeongguk like he’s some sort of alien. though, usually when jeongguk decides to join them for lunch, most of jimin’s friends marvel at the sight of the captain anyways. he doesn’t join them every day, but when he does, eyes from all around the cafeteria linger on them. jeongguk is close friends with namjoon because they are both third years. the captain just so happens to be lupine’s golden boy and was promoted to teach sparring class because of his skills and experience.
namjoon looks at jeongguk with furrowed brows. “you never told me this. how the hell do you know humans?”
jeongguk plucks a piece of fruit off of his tray, wrapping his lips around a..strawberry..and taking a bite. “my dad was stationed at the human border when i was younger.” his mouth gleams with the red juice of the strawberry. “had a lot of human friends back then.”
jimin rolls his eyes. what a show off. he rests his chin in the palm of his head, turning his head away to look at the expanse of the dining hall. it’s far more interesting than whatever jeon jeongguk has to say. and he’s totally not looking away because his cheeks are pink from watching jeongguk eat that strawberry.
the group murmurs behind him for a little bit, gossiping more about humans and their weird traditions. jimin doesn’t pay attention to most of it, too petty and upset from earlier to give jeongguk the time of day.
but then, that voice cuts through the air like a blade.
“what’s wrong, park? upset with me again?” jeongguk’s tone is laced with amusement, walking the fine line between taunting and mockery, as if jimin emotions are nothing more than a game.
jimin’s head snaps around, eyes narrowed as they lock onto the captain. the tension at the table shifts, thick and palpable—everyone feels it.
“as if i would let you affect my emotions.” he scoffs.
jeongguk’s mouth quirks up into an infuriating smirk. “you sure? because you look upset.”
“i’m not fucking upset.” jimin snaps, voice clipped.
jeongguk only shrugs. “okay then.”
jimin clenches his jaw, shifting in his seat before deliberately looking away again. he won’t let jeongguk get under his skin. not again.
the group slowly starts chatting again, something about one of the professors and his strange style of teaching. jimin would join the conversation, but he’s too busy stewing over his annoyance with a certain alpha.
jimin can practically feel jeongguk’s eyes burning into him. the captain isn’t speaking, deciding for once in his life not to be irritating, but the cost is him staring a hole through jimin.
unfortunately for jimin, jeongguk doesn’t stay silent for long.
“i heard the first years have their weapons assessments. have you been wearing those glasses i gave you?”
jimin rolls his eyes and huffs. there he goes again, being told what to do like he’s a kid. “no, i don’t like them.”
“it doesn’t matter.” jeongguk tilts his head, expression unreadable. “you need to wear them.”
“says who?”
jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “me. i’m your captain.”
jimin glares at jeongguk, frustration burning underneath his skin. “no one else wears protective glasses, why should i? you think i’m that bad with guns?”
jeongguk exhales sharply, closing his eyes for a brief moment, as if he's the one who’s irritated. “stop being stubborn, you know they’re for your safety.” he leans in. “i don’t get you. do you like getting hurt, is that it jimin?”
the tension between them gets pulled taut. this time, no one else seems to notice, too caught up in their own gossip about the professors.
jimin’s fingers curl into his palm under the table. “i can tell you what i don’t like and it’s you ordering me around. you think i’m a weak omega and i’m not.”
jeongguk’s jaw tightens. “i wouldn’t have to order you around if you just listened.”
a shiver crawls up jimin’s spine at the roughness in jeongguk’s voice. the alpha’s eyes seem to darken and jimin feels like he’s under a spotlight, every movement, every breath, being watched.
“you act like i don’t know what i’m doing.” jimin says, voice not coming out as strong as he hoped it would.
“i act like i know what can happen to you.” jeongguk says calmly. so calm that it pisses jimin off even more.
jimin rolls his eyes. “typical, douchebag alpha. thinking omegas can’t hold their own.” he crosses his arms over his chest. “i can take care of myself, captain.”
jeongguk laughs incredulously. “can you? all you do is throw yourself into situations that can hurt you. i stop you because i know what it looks like when someone gets hurt and i don’t want that to be—“ he pauses, eyes scanning over jimin’s features, eyes glinting with some sort of unspoken emotion jimin can’t decipher. “—i don’t want that to be on my hands. i just became captain.”
“you’re a selfish prick.” jimin spits. “it will be on your hands when i fail the combat assessment.”
the second it leaves his mouth jimin regrets it because he knows what’s coming.
jeongguk cocks a brow. “so you are still upset about earlier?”
jimin grunts, frustrated. “i’m not upset.”
“it’s very apparent that you are.”
“i am not.”
jeongguk lips quirk up in a cocky smile. “you so are.”
jimin is practically seething. “jeongguk, shut the fuck up, okay?” he says through gritted teeth.
but the captain doesn't let up. “it’s okay if you’re—“
“of course i’m upset.” the words spill out of jimin before he can stop himself. his frustration boils over, uncontrollable as he lifts his gaze to the man who frustrates him the most. “you never let me spar. just because i’m an omega doesn’t mean i can’t defend myself.” his voice gains momentum, getting louder as he speaks. the table falls silent, all his friends watching him as he lets his built up frustration pour out. “when i graduate and go to a real battle, some bloodsucker is gonna drain me of my blood in seconds—all because of your incompetence as a captain.”
silence. heavy, tense silence lingers.
jeongguk’s smirk remains, unmoving as if he was waiting for this moment—waiting for jimin to snap. something flickers in his eyes, sharp and assessing. the table watches in silence, eyes bouncing back and forth between the two.
jimin’s holds his breath, heart pounding in his chest. if jeongguk has another smart remark lined up, he will leave this table right—
“fine, since you’re so insistent on getting hurt,” jeongguk finally says, “you can spar with dayeon next class.”
the same omega jimin beat before.
hot, roaring rage rushes through him. “are you fucking kidding me? dayeon?” jimin shakes his head in disbelief. “i want to fight someone who will challenge me. hell, put me up against an alpha, i don’t care. anyone but dayeon.”
“an alpha?” jeongguk repeats, raising his eyebrows.
jimin confidently confirms. “an alpha.”
“great.” jeongguk grabs another strawberry, twisting the stem with his fingers. “let’s see what you’ve got. tomorrow at 8 pm, meet me at the sparring room.”
jimin’s face falls.
what the fuck did he just get himself into.
————
okay maybe he went too far...
namjoon stayed at his dorm late last night, walking him through a few advanced moves—techniques usually reserved for second-years. the alpha had shown his proper punches, how to block with precision, and how to move with intent.
they practiced for hours and all it did was prove to jimin that he is in way over his head. the ache in his arms is a friendly reminder of that.
jimin sits on the bench in the dimly lit sparring room, his leg bouncing impatiently. the dull hum of overhead lights fill the silence, the only sound keeping him company. the air smells of leather and sweat, and jimin wonders how much blood has been washed off of the cement floors below and between the square mats.
will it be his blood tonight?
the door creaks open and jeongguk walks in. he isn’t wearing his usual tactical pants and black tee-shirt, no. tonight, he wears a black tank top and black sweatpants that sag low enough on his hips to reveal the band of his calvin klein boxers underneath. he holds his overused duffel bag in one hand, muscles straining slightly to hold up the weight of whatever the bag carries. those muscles..
jimin swallows thickly.
the sound of jeongguk dropping his bag to the floor shakes him out of his stupor, head snapping away from where they were directed, ogling the captain. god, what is he thinking? he must be close to his heat, so openly looking at this asshole the way he just did.
jimin has always noticed how attractive jeongguk is. how could he not? jeongguk is not only the talk of the school, but also a recurring thought in jimin’s mind, no matter how much he hates it.
jeon is insufferable. he’s annoying. he’s infuriating. he’s an asshole. but he’s so fucking hot.
jimin grips his wrist, rolling it mindlessly in his hand to test the lingering soreness. his mind replays last night's training with namjoon, the corrections, proper blocking, effective punches.. in the back of his mind he knows that remembering means nothing if he can’t execute them properly.
he’s fucked, but he tries not to remind himself.
jeongguk turns to jimin, fingers tying the strings on the waistband of his sweatpants. “on your feet, park. you ready?” he slips his shoes off, walking onto the mat with sock covered feet. “you must be. joon told me he was helping you last night.”
fucking traitor.
“yeah, well, it’s not like i get practice anywhere else.” jimin steps onto the mat.
“exactly.” jeongguk rests his hands on his hips, looking at jimin with a neutral gaze. “so, you really think you can beat me?” without any practice? he practically says and the corners of his eyes let up, as if his face is slipping into his version of a soft expression.
he’s trying to give jimin an out.
“yes, i really think i can.” no, i don’t. i really, really don’t.
jeongguk nods once, “alright then, show me how good you are.” he lifts one hand and beckons jimin with two fingers.
jimin laughs incredulously. “you’re a dick, you know that?” but he comes anyway, stepping up to jeongguk.
jeongguk smirks. “i’ve heard it a few times before.” his stance remains relaxed, muscles loose, like he’s not even considering jimin a threat. it should make jimin feel insulted. instead, his pulse hammers harder in his ears.
he rolls his shoulders back and takes in a steadying breath, lifting his fists.
focus. just stay focused. remember what namjoon taught you. jimin says to himself.
jeongguk, like the ass he is, doesn’t move. he simply stands there and watches jimin, eyes trailing up and down his form as if he’s looking for mistakes to correct.
jimin lungs first. the second he does, he knows he’s made a mistake. he steps with his foot first, body already angled in the direction of his punch. the omegas eyes are dialed in on exactly where he’s aiming for—jeongguk’s right side.
jeongguk steps back effortlessly causing jimin to miss.
“too slow,” jeongguk hums.
jimin repositions himself, ignoring the words of the captain. he grits his teeth and suddenly shoots forward, pivoting into a sharp strike towards jeongguk’s jaw. this one will land. but then, jeongguk moves like it’s second nature, dodging the punch.
“predictable,” jeongguk comments, “you’re going for obvious places—“
jimin snarls, “shut up, jeongguk. you’re here to fight me, not teach me, so fight me.” he enunciates his last two words slowly.
jeongguk cocks his head to the side, “that’s no way to talk to your hyung.”
“you’re not my hyung. you’re nothing to me.” the omega argues.
jeongguk progresses forward, stopping only a foot away from jimin, and bending his knees. finally preparing himself for a fight. “then how come it’s so easy for me to rile you up?” he holds his fists up loosely in front of his chest.
“because you’re annoying.” jimin does the same, nails digging into his palms.
they’re so close that jimin can smell jeongguk. he’s rarely ever close enough to smell the alpha’s scent and each time he does, he’s reminded why he wants to run every time he does. jeongguk smells like maple and pine, the most beautiful blend of an earthy scent with a slight sweetness. jimin’s omega always reacts intensely to it, making his knees weak as if his omega is pushing him to the floor so he can submit to the alpha.
bear your neck. show obedience. his omega sings into his ear, taunting him with the needs of his primal side.
jeongguk swats at jimin’s clenched fist, knocking his arm to the side like it’s nothing. the ease at which he disrupts jimin’s stance is humiliating, a silent reminder of how outmatched he is.
the alpha speaks up again, his tone curious. “why do i get under your skin?”
jimin readjusts his arms quickly, cheeks hot. “because you treat me like some fragile omega.”
“you are a fragile omega.”
jimin huffs and his hands tremble with anger. “i am not. i can protect myself against anybody.”
jeongguk moves quicker than jimin’s brain can process, arm reaching out and pushing his hand against jimin’s chest. he uses the strength of one arm to push jimin backwards, sending the omega stumbling back on his feet.
jimin gasps as his feet wobble on the mat, arms extending out by his sides in case he has to catch himself.
“nice protecting.” jeongguk stands with his arms crossed over his chest, a look of ‘i told you’ on his face.
the second jimin gains his footing, all hell breaks loose inside of him. he charges jeongguk, slamming both of his hands onto the alphas chest and shoving him with all the force he can muster.
jeongguk stumbles back—not one step, but two. his feet slide on the mat until he comes to a firm stop, planting himself in place. he blinks at jimin, the familiar look of amusement flickering across his face.
jimin doesn’t give him another second to wait, lunging forward again. though this time he aims lower, attempting to knock jeongguk off of his feet.
but, jeongguk moves faster.
within seconds, jeongguk steps to the side and his large hand clasps around jimin’s arm, twisting it behind his back. jimin barely has a moment to register the movement before the world around him is a blur—his back slamming against the mat.
jimin whimpers at the impact, all the air being stolen from his lungs as jeongguk follows through, effectively pinning jimin against the mat. the alpha’s larger body drapes over his own, one arm pressing against his chest while the other holds both of his wrists above his head.
jimin bucks underneath him, trying to pull his arms from jeongguk’s grip, but it’s useless. jeongguk is barely using any of his effort to keep him down.
his body goes limp under the alpha, chest heaving as he attempts to catch his breath.
jeongguk tilts his head. “are you done?”
jimin glares up at him, breathing sticattoed and frustratingly shallow. all because he was struggling against jeongguk’s grip. how embarrassing.
“i asked you a question, park.” jeongguk drawls.
maple and pine surround jimin, saturating every bit of air that he breathes in. the omega parts his lips, trying to breathe through his mouth instead of nose to avoid it, but then he tastes it on his tongue. saliva pools under his tongue and he closes his mouth instantly, feeling even more frustrated because of how his body is reacting.
jimin shakes his head, trying not to think about the thigh between his legs right now. “no. i’m not done.”
“okay,” jeongguk’s grip tightens around his wrists, “then how do you plan on getting out of this one? there’s no resets in the real world.”
jimin closes his eyes, disconnecting his body from his mind as he tries to think of a way out. think real world..think real world. there’s no rules in real combat. no fairness.
his eyes snap open.
he shifts beneath jeongguk, using their position to his advantage, and without hesitation, he jams his knee up—straight into the alpha’s crotch.
jeongguk chokes on a breath, a strangled groan ripping from his throat. “oh, fuck!” his grip weakens instantly as pain overtakes him.
now he’s the one breathless.
jimin takes full advantage. he yanks his wrists free, grabbing a fist full of the alphas tank top. with a forceful shove, he shifts his weight, using jeongguk’s unsteadiness against him.
in a swift motion, jimin rolls them, switching their positions. within a blink of an eye, jeongguk’s back hits the mat with a thud—and jimin is straddling him.
silence falls between them.
jimin braces himself on top of jeongguk, thighs squeezing on either side of jeongguk’s hips and his hands splayed flat across the alphas hard chest. he can feel the rapid rise and fall of jeongguk’s chest, along with the quick beat of his heart. they’re close.
and their position..
jimin swallows hard.
“you fought dirty,” jeongguk rasps, voice rough.
the omega tilts his head to the side, feeling something tug on the skin of his neck, but it’s easy to ignore when jeongguk is under him like this.
jimin breathes, “i fought to win, captain.”
jeongguk’s mouth parts, like he’s preparing to speak again, but the words never make it past his lips. his eyes are zeroed in on jimin’s neck and jimin can feel the alpha’s body go tense underneath him.
“your scent patch.” is all the alpha says, words strained.
jimin’s hand instinctively reaches for his neck, fingers searching until they catch on the edge of his scent blocking patch—half of it barely clinging to his skin. the adhesive must have loosened from sweat, and with all the movement, it must have peeled away.
with a sharp tug, he peels it off.
instantly the air floods with his strawberry scent, sweet and unmistakable. it clings to the space between them, thick.
jimin exhales, watching jeongguk’s reaction. if he hates my scent so much, let’s see how he handles this.
he drops the discarded patch onto the mat.
“look, jeon,” he taunts, “i’m breaking the rules. now everyone will smell my scent. don’t you love it?”
jeongguk’s arms lift upward, hands briefly opening as if he’s reaching for jimin—before he stops himself. his fists clench, and with a controlled breath, his arms fall back to the mat. his eyes shut, and a sharp exhale escapes through his nose. “get off me.” he grits.
“hmm..let me think..” jimin hums, “no.” he crosses his arms over his chest, thighs pressing into jeongguks hips.
jeongguk’s nails dig into the mat. “jimin, you don’t know what you’re doing. get. off. now.”
“you think i can be ordered around because i’m an omega? you can’t tell me what to do. i—“
the alpha quickly cuts him off and his eyes snap open, glowing with a fierce amber hue. “you’re so fucking stubborn.” he growls, voice thundering off the concrete walls. “why don’t you just fucking listen?”
the force of his words silences jimin, sending a shudder down his spine as he stares down at the alpha, eyes wide.
jimin doesn’t know why he does it. he doesn’t know why he continues to push jeongguk, but he does.
“why should i listen to you?”
jeongguk’s hands are suddenly on his hips, his fingers pressing into jimin with a quiet restraint that makes the omegas breath hitch. he moves slowly, deliberately, rising until they are face to face, their noses almost brushing.
jimin is frozen. his body refuses to move, afraid that a single movement will set either of them off or end the moment completely.
jeongguk scent, heady with musk and something deeper, something primal, wraps around jimin like a tight coil. it sinks into his skin, into his lungs, chest stuttering at the intensity of it all.
jeongguk’s amber eyes flicker, dragging over every bit of jimin’s face, his voice dropping into a murmur. “because if you don’t, i’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
the sound of the omegas heartbeat drums loud inside of his ears. he wants to speak, but no words come out.
jimin sucks his lip between his teeth and jeongguk’s gaze drops, tracking the movement of soft flesh whitening under the press of teeth. the alpha's eyes darken, his grip twitching.
jimin’s forces himself to speak, voice shaking. “stop yourself from what?”
jeongguk’s throat bobs. “tasting you.”
the omegas scent explodes, sweetening and pouring out from him like a broken perfume bottle. jimin’s hands fist at the thin fabric of jeongguk’s tank top and his omega breaks, giving into his instincts and tilting his head to the side, presenting his neck to jeongguk.
jeongguk’s lips part. he doesn’t speak, but he moves.
the alpha’s mouth is on him in seconds.
jimin’s hands press against jeongguk’s abdomen as wet lips part over his heated skin. a trail of opened mouth kisses are pressed into his neck, eagerly moving closer and closer to his scent gland. but it isn’t lips that touch his gland first. the slick heat of jeongguk’s tongue glides over the most sensitive part of him, making a gasp leave jimin’s throat.
the omega arches forward, pushing his body closer to jeongguk’s, who receives him by wrapping his arms around him tightly. jeongguk squeezes their bodies together and jimin is so lost in the moment, he barely recognizes they’re moving until his back presses into the mat.
jeongguk’s body settles between his legs and his strong arms cage jimin in, driving both him and his omega crazy. he feels so safe, so protected, so wanted. if jeongguk’s actions aren’t enough to prove it, his lust filled scent is more than enough. the way jeongguk sucks on his scent gland is more than e-damn-nough.
jimin’s hands disappear into jeongguk’s hair. “j-jeongguk.” he whispers, breathless.
the alpha growls and jimin feels the vibration of his chest against his own. teeth graze over his scent gland and jimin can’t stop the high pitched moan from escaping his throat. then, jeongguk’s tongue continues to lick at his scent gland, stopping every few seconds to suck over the spot, and make jimin’s omega go wild at the sensation.
jimin’s vision is blurry, mind unfocused because of the earthy sweet smell that invades him. he feels drunk and utterly wrecked by jeongguk, who’s just barely touched him.
those soft lips kiss up his neck, across his jaw, until they find jimin’s mouth. jeongguk brushes his wet lips over jimin’s, teasing him. the omega tilts his chin up, trying to kiss the alpha, but jeongguk backs his head away. a smirk finds its way to the captain's lips and jimin’s whines, face hot at the rejection.
“such an eager omega,” jeongguk rasps in a whisper.
jimin chokes on a moan when jeongguk presses his hips down against his own, feeling the body of the alpha against him completely. he feels every point of contact, hyper aware of where their bodies touch. all the way from where jeongguk’s muscled chest and abdomen press against his, to where jeongguk’s half hard cock presses against his own.
it’s then jeongguk finally gives him what he wants, pressing his lips against jimin’s. he takes control immediately, licking into jimin’s mouth, leaving jimin to fumble their kiss a few times, too overwhelmed to keep up. usually jimin is the one who takes charge, no alpha has ever had such command over his body before. he’s never wanted to give over control to someone else so badly.
jimin moans and locks his arms around jeongguk’s neck, keeping him close. the sound that jeongguk makes when he grinds against him is the single hottest noise jimin has heard. that alone causes his hole to slick up.
jeongguk’s hand slides up his shirt and jimin shivers at his touch, body tensing before relaxing as the alphas calloused hand feels his body. he takes his time, kissing jimin breathless all while memorizing the shape of him with the gentle movements of his hand. jimin shifts under him, body rising into jeongguk’s touch, asking for more.
“gguk, touch me.” jimin mutters against the captain's lips, grabbing jeongguk’s wrist, and pushing his hand down towards where he needs it the most.
it’s surprisingly sweet, how jeongguk touches him so gently despite his rough demeanor. he touches jimin like he’s delicate and jimin’s chest flutters as he does.
jeongguk’s hand slides down the length of jimin’s chest and stomach. the omega isn’t even pushing his hand anymore, but his fingers are clutched around jeongguk’s wrist. a large hand settles over his clothed cock and jimin instantly bucks into his touch.
“here?” jeongguk whispers teasingly, head drawn back to watch jimin’s reactions.
if jimin weren’t so turned on he’d probably be embarrassed. he usually isn’t this shameless.
jimin nods his head.
jeongguk’s pupils are blown wide, nearly covering the entire brown color of his iris. he looks down at jimin with so much want, so much need, that jimin can’t help but flush dark red. the captain's hand doesn’t linger over him for too long before squeezing jimin’s length through his pants. jimin’s back arches off the mat, hands flying to jeongguk’s shoulders as his body demands more.
the alpha finally gives him more, fingers skillfully tugging off jimin’s belt and popping open the button to his pants. jeongguk pushes jimin’s pants and underwear down to his thighs like he’s so eager to touch jimin, he doesn’t even attempt to pull them off all the way. a large hand wraps around his cock, already slicked up with an embarrassing amount of precum.
jimin whines loudly, only to be silenced with the press of warm lips over his own. it’s a short kiss, but it’s enough to leave jimin yearning for more. that’s all he wants from jeongguk: more.
“you’re so wet for me, omega,” jeongguk drawls, nipping at jimin’s lower lip, “dripping all over my hand like a virgin omega. is that what you are, hm?”
jimin’s finger nails dig into the fabric of jeongguk’s tank top as the alpha’s hand begins to lazily stroke his cock. “n-no—fuck—no.” he shakes his head.
jeongguk looks between them, watching himself touch jimin. “could’ve fooled me. your little cock is leaking like a fucking sieve.”
captain’s scent surrounds him, taking up every particle of the air he breathes in. he moans, his own scent growing a tad bitter at the embarrassment, but it grows sweeter suddenly after, loving the way he feels under jeongguk’s attention.
jeongguk coo’s. “don’t be embarrassed, baby. you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.” his hand starts to work faster over jimin’s cock. “love how wet you are for me.”
jimin’s jaw drops open and moans tumble recklessly from his mouth as jeongguk tugs his cock so perfectly. his body feels like it’s on fire, unable to keep up with the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his orgasm builds deep in the pit of his stomach.
the alpha pays special attention to the head of jimin’s cock, thumb stroking over the sensitive underside of his head in a way that nearly has jimin blacking out. he trembles on the mat, cock twitching against jeongguk’s fingers. a puddle of slick grows on the mat between his leg, hole clenching around nothing as it begs to be filled.
jimin gasps. “gguk, m’gonna cum.”
jeongguk strokes jimin’s cock, once, twice, before pulling away entirely.
“no—“ jimin reaches out for jeongguk’s wrist, whimpering at the loss of an orgasm.
jeongguk is already moving though, getting on his knees between jimin’s legs. the omega can barely pay attention, head falling against the mat, trying not to cry out for more touches. his hips can’t stay still though, rising into the air, grinding against nothing
his lower half is completely stripped, barely feeling the chill in the room against his burning hot skin. jeongguk slides his hands up and down jimin’s thighs, looking like he’s found home between his legs.
“you’re so pretty, omega.” he’s eyes wander around jimin’s body. “so much prettier than i imagined.” jeongguk mumbles.
jimin preens at the words, scent sweetening and legs widening for the alpha. jeongguk’s eyes lower, narrowing in on the slicked up hole that’s now on display for him. the alphas scent thickens, nearly suffocating jimin.
jeongguk pushes jimin’s knees up, exposing him more. “gonna eat you so good.” he whispers, lowering himself onto his belly. he has this crazed look in his eye, like he’s about to devour jimin, and he fucking does.
“wait, ggu—ahhh.” jimin tenses for a moment before all of his muscles relax. no one has ever touched him like this. no alpha has ever licked him down there. it’s warm and wet, so soft that it almost feels teasing. the omega’s hands fly to jeongguk’s hair, needing something to hold onto.
jeongguk’s steady tongue licks fat stripes over jimin’s hole, lapping up the globs of slick spilling from the omega. “god, you taste fucking amazing.” he practically growls.
jimin’s body feels like he’s vibrating, wiggling relentlessly on the mat as jeongguk’s mouth brings him to heaven. his thighs clamp on either side of the alphas head, trapping him there so the man can make him feel this good forever.
he reaches new heights when jeongguk sucks on his rim, seeing stars, and being reduced to a whimpering mess. then, jeongguk’s tongue pushes past the ring of muscle and jimin loses his breath.
having jeongguk’s tongue inside him makes him realize how empty he feels. how badly he wants jeongguk’s cock inside of him. he needs jeongguk’s cock inside of him and suddenly, he doesn’t want to cum anymore. not unless jeongguk is buried deep in him.
“jeongguk—ngh, ah—gguk—“ jimin moans, trying to get the alphas attention, but the man ignores him, too focused on fucking his tongue in and out of jimin.
jimin tries again, tugging at jeongguk’s hair.
“g-guk.” his voice shakes, but to no avail.
jeongguk’s tongue plunges inside of him, the wet sound of jimin’s slick permeating the air. the omega moans, torn between losing himself in the moment or demanding the alphas cock.
but the tug of jimin’s omega overtakes him. he needs to be filled with jeongguk’s cock.
“alpha.” jimin commands.
jeongguk’s eyes snap up like he’s been broken out of his trance. he halts his movements, leaving his lips to brush against jimin’s sensitive hole. jimin tries not to grow shy under jeongguk’s gaze, but his cheeks are helpless, turning red.
“fuck me.” jimin breathes. “please, fuck me.”
jeongguk holds jimin’s gaze, pressing a slow open mouthed kiss between the omegas ass cheeks.
the alpha pulls back, kissing up jimin’s thigh, the length of his cock, and his tight abdomen. “anything for you.” he mumbles.
jimin takes off his shirt completely and his hands have a mind of their own, tugging up jeongguk’s tank top too. the alpha is quick to comply, pulling his top over his head and tossing it onto the mat.
“oh my god..” jimin groans, almost pained, as he stares up at the chiseled god of a man between his legs. a sheen of sweat covers his tanned skin, light on the ceiling reflecting off the peaks of muscles on his stomach. jimin swallows, eyes wandering to jeongguk’s chest—all big, toned, and hard nipples—he wants to devour him.
jeongguk drops on top of him and shoves his face into the crook of jimin’s neck, nosing over his scent gland and inhaling the scent jimin was sure he hated.
“i think i’m obsessed with your scent, is that okay? can i be obsessed, baby?” jeongguk mumbles against his ear, large hand dragging down the side of his body.
jimin shutters. “yes..yes.”
“could smell you all day long.” jeongguk’s fingers trail across his thigh, closer to the spot jimin most desperately needs him. “could eat you all day..wanna wake up to you sitting on my face, that’s how fucking much i like it.”
he slowly pushes a long finger inside of jimin. the omega’s body goes pliant, giving himself over to jeongguk completely. the elder doesn’t need to finger him, he doesn’t need to open jimin up—jimin is so wet the alpha could easily slip inside of him. but jeongguk has always loved to tease him, to push his buttons.
jeongguk works two fingers into his hole, eventually leading to three until jimin is crying out, begging for his cock through uncontrollable moans. he’s so desperate, he doesn’t even realize when jeongguk’s fingers are gone, still grinding down, but this time onto nothing.
“shh, baby.” jeongguk soothes, slick covered fingers working to push down his sweats and boxers just enough to be able to pull out his cock. “i’ve got you,” he whispers faintly, sounding like a dream. then, jimin feels the head of jeongguk’s cock press against his hole.
he hooks his legs around jeongguk’s waist, hands finding purchase on jeongguk’s shoulders. jimin’s lost, so completely gone that he’s dove into a headspace he’s never encountered. but, he's not scared because jeongguk makes him feel safe.
the alpha’s thumb massages his hip as he slowly slips inside of him. jimin greedily takes him inch by inch, relishing in the feeling of being stretched. jeongguk is so big—just when jimin thinks he’s bottomed out, he hasn’t.
“ggukie.” jimin moans, breathless. “so big, cock so big.” he looks between them, heart swooping into his stomach at the size of jeongguk. and still, he isn’t fully inside.
jeongguk hums. “taking me so well, doing so good. you’re a good omega, aren’t you?”
jimin nods without hesitation. “the best for you. a good omega.”
jeongguk moves at a snail's pace until he finally bottoms out. “good boy..good omega.”
jimin preens, voice sounding choked because of how full he feels. “yours.”
he would be ashamed if he wasn’t so lost in himself, but at the moment, it feels like the right thing to say. and although jeongguk pauses, still unmoving inside of jimin, his reply doesn’t disappoint.
“all mine. you’re all for me, baby.”
jeongguk lowers his head to jimin’s chest, kissing across his skin while he pulls his hips back and thrusts back in. jimin wails, fingernails pressing lines into the alphas skin. jeongguk’s cock drags against his walls. he moves slow at first, but he picks up his pace with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the walls. the noise is unmistakable and if anyone were to do much as crack the door open, it’d be obvious what they were doing.
but jimin could care less.
jeongguk fucks him like it’s his main purpose in life, sucking on his nipples and moaning particularly loud whenever jimin clenches around him. his cock hits him so deep and jimin’s eyes fill with tears when jeongguk slams against his prostate.
he gasps. “fuck, fuck, alpha. can’t..can’t handle it.”
“yes you can,” jeongguk growls, looking down at jimin with eyes nearing the color of black, “you can take your alpha.”
my alpha. my alpha. my alpha. jimin’s omega chants relentlessly in his mind or maybe he’s talking out loud, he has no idea.
jimin bounces against the harshness of jeongguk’s thrusts, heavy lids nearly shut. his body feels like it’s vibrating, unable to feel his fingers and toes, overwhelmed with pleasure.
then, a hand wraps around his cock, and before jeongguk can stroke him once, jimin cums with a cry. tears leak down the sides of his face as he spurts ropes of cum all over his chest and stomach. slick pours out of him, gushing loudly every time jeongguk thrusts into him. the alpha fucks him through it, mumbling sweet words of praise into his ear.
jeongguk cums shortly after him, pulling out before spilling onto the omega’s stomach. he whimpers and shakes into his orgasm, and jimin thinks he looks beautiful like this—brows curled and cheeks flushed.
as much as jimin whined when jeongguk pulled out of him, denying him the pleasure of being filled with his cum, he knows it was a smart move. but, jimin’s current headspace refuses to believe it.
the omega barely has time to fret over it because jeongguk is right there, steady and quiet, a grounding presence. he kisses jimin’s neck as he comes down from his headspace, scenting him so much that he smells like nothing other than jeongguk.
“hey,” the alpha whispers softly and pulls his head back to look at jimin. he looks up at him with glazed eyes. “you did so good, felt so good around me.” jeongguk brushes the sweaty strands of hair off of jimin’s forehead.
“yeah?”
“yeah.”
jimin smiles lazily and wraps his arms around jeongguk’s neck, pulling him down for a hug. “can you cuddle me? just for a little.”
“of course.” jeongguk holds him tightly, embracing him like he’ll never let go.
they lay just like that for a while—hearts slowing and breath evening. the omega slowly leaves his headspace entirely and jeongguk takes care of him. without a word, he brings jimin to the locker room showers. the water is warm and inviting, wrapping around them both like a soft blanket. jimin feels everything: the way jeongguk holds him like he’s something precious, the way his fingers work through the lather with a patience and care that makes jimin ache.
jeongguk washes him with a gentleness he never knew existed, every touch delicate. he doesn’t rush and neither of them speak—only exchanging touches like they’ve been doing this for years.
jimin has always known alphas to be rough and dominant, constantly trying to overpower. he thought jeongguk was the same, but he isn’t. he’s something else entirely.
“finished?” jeongguk’s voice breaks through the silence.
arms wrap around jimin’s waist from behind, the warm water from the shower head beating against his chest.
jimin nods. “yeah.”
but instead of shutting the water off he turns in jeongguk’s arms, arms looping around his neck. their eyes meet for what seems like the first time in forever and both of their mouths crack into slow smiles, quiet laughter following.
jeongguk laughter dies slowly, leaving him with a familiar smirk. “oh, you so have a crush on me.”
jimin gasps, feigning shock. “i do not!”
jeongguk inches forward and brushes his lips against jimin’s. he can still smell his slick on the captain's breath, making him flush. “you’re a terrible liar. just admit it.”
“i don’t lie.”
“but you just did.”
“no, i didn’t.”
“you did.”
jimin huffs. “whatever.”
he’s getting far too annoyed with jeongguk not kissing him. his lips are so close, but he’s only there to tease, and jimin will have none of it. jimin leans in and presses chaste kisses to jeongguk’s lips. the kisses are returned easily, without a second thought.
“you have a crush on me.” jimin teases, but the reaction he gets from jeongguk isn’t one he expects.
“i do,” jeongguk says, gaze unwavering. “a huge fucking crush.”
jimin freezes, stunned. he hadn’t expected that. especially not from jeongguk, who’s been purposefully annoying him since the day they met.
was it all to get his attention?
that can’t be.
“since when?” jimin lets his curiosity show.
jeongguk’s fingers trace soft lines down his spine. “since i first met you.”
“why didn’t you say anything?”
jeongguk exhales, eyes searching the space beside them for a moment, trying to frame his words. “honestly, i thought you were dating taehyung at first, and when i found out you weren’t..well, you already hated me by then.”
jimin’s shoulders drop. “i didn’t hate you. i don’t hate you.”
“i know that now.” jeongguk grins.
his fingers play with the wet ends of jeongguk’s hair. “you annoy me, but that’s all. i thought you had some personal vendetta against me.”
jeongguk laughs. “i was hoping to annoy you, how else was i supposed to get your attention?”
“maybe you should’ve challenged me to a fight earlier.”
“maybe i should have.” jeongguk smirks again.
jimin drops his hands to jeongguk’s shoulders, eyes tracing the ink that winds across his skin. “why don’t you let me fight in training practice?”
jeongguk shifts under his touch, voice low. “i don’t want to see you get hurt.” he admits timidly.
jimin’s chest thuds and warmth floods his cheeks. “you’re stupid..” he mutters, blushing hard.
“stupidly cute?”
with an exaggerated eye roll, jimin steps away to shut off the water. “let me fight and you’ll be stupidly cute.”
jimin feels eyes on him as he steps out of the shower, grabbing two towels from the cabinet and tossing one to jeongguk. they dry off side by side, laughter echoing between flirty touches.
it’s not until they are back in their old, sweat-drenched clothes, sticky and uncomfortable, that jeongguk speaks again.
“i also don’t let you fight,” he says, “because i can’t stand the thought of anyone else putting their hands on you.”
jimin rightfully (and playfully) smacks him on the side of the head.
but from that moment on, jeongguk lets him fight—on one non-negotiable condition: he’s the only one allowed to touch him where it counts
the end.