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Haunting shrieks reverberate through the hollow darkness of rundown hallways, chipped wood drenched in blood gleaming under flashing lights. It’s cramped, and it’s crowded, and it’s loud, growls rumbling just low enough to send shivers down spines and make hairs stand on end.
Jimin loves it.
A piercing scream right next to his ear does nothing to dampen his spirits, Jimin tossing his head back and barking out a laugh that gets drowned out immediately by a distant mechanical roar. He catches himself on a nearby wall, spiderwebs tangling around his wrist, eight legs attaching to his arm and making him jump before he bursts into another round of wild laughter.
Beside him, Hoseok releases a string of loud curses, taking off with Seokjin in tow as they try to make their way to the exit before one of the roaming monsters catches up with them. Jimin barely hears Hoseok’s call for him to hurry up and follow, too busy giggling as he peels the sticky web off his skin.
By the time he looks up, Jimin’s friends are nowhere to be seen, the hallway empty aside from a few stragglers from a larger group of college students that had passed not too long ago. He shrugs to himself, righting his shirt and reaching up to make sure the halo sitting delicately atop his head is still in place, then starts down the hall in the direction he saw Hoseok and Seokjin go.
Unlike them, Jimin has no problem navigating the dark mansion corridors on his own. Each scream, every shriek of maniacal laughter or flash of violent red lights, only excites him more.
He’s in his element here. Horror and the macabre are what he does best.
Jimin uses his palms to feel his way around a particularly dark corner, skimming along the wall until he finds his way through an archway shrouded in thick fabrics. It opens up to another part of the house—honestly, it’s more like a maze, all traditional architecture and confusing dead ends—that Jimin instantly recognizes. A good sign that he’s going the right way.
Another few steps, and Jimin sees shadows of other people up ahead, recognizes a particularly loud “oh, fuck!” as Seokjin. He follows the sound, snickering to himself, even as the wall splits open and a flurry of wrinkled, decaying hands reach for him.
Jimin dodges them with a smooth little hop to the left, letting out a startled laugh when one manages to hook a finger in the open back of his shirt. He pulls away, putting a little more distance between himself and the wall, only for his smile to drop and his heart to leap into his throat.
A sound of surprise slips out of him as hands grip his shoulders and tug, nearly knocking Jimin off his feet. Before he can right himself, arms wind around Jimin’s waist, securing him in place as he’s dragged deeper into the mansion.
“Hey! What d’you think you’re—?”
He’s cut off by a sharp hiss of warning in his ear, the arms around him tightening. He hears the thud of a door swinging open behind them, followed by a grunt as he’s yanked into another room just before a nearby couple gets close enough to see them.
The door shuts, dampening the chaos on the other side. It’s dark, hardly any light coming from the moon shining through a set of heavy curtains. Jimin can barely make out his surroundings, letting out a startled gasp as he’s pressed up against the door, palms catching himself on it before his face collides with wood.
Behind him, the figure crowds up close, arms still tight around Jimin’s middle even as he squirms. Ruffled fabric brushes against the exposed skin of Jimin’s back, the delicate chains draped across his torso ticking him with every shifted movement. The body keeping Jimin in place only presses harder against him, hips meeting the swell of his ass, nearly flattening him against the door.
With a small squeak of surprise, Jimin mumbles urgently, “Jungkook! Not so rough—watch out for the pup!”
The figure freezes, going stock-still against Jimin, before huffing out a bewildered laugh. His grip around Jimin’s waist eases slightly, palms flattening across his belly. Jungkook drops his forehead against Jimin’s shoulder, laughter rumbling through him and shaking Jimin slightly.
“Hyung,” Jungkook murmurs in response, nosing teasingly beneath Jimin’s ear and making him giggle. “You’re not supposed to break character.”
Jimin can’t help himself. Being with Jungkook makes him so damn giddy—still does, nearly three years later. He laughs, wiggling his hips, a devilish grin curling onto his lips when he hears Jungkook suck in a sharp breath, nose burying deep in the crook of Jimin’s neck.
“I guess this kinda ruins the whole non-consensual thing, huh?” Jimin muses, tilting his head to give Jungkook better access.
He shivers, Jungkook’s lips attaching to his throat and leaving tickling little kisses across his skin, just the way he knows Jimin likes. Jimin lets one of his hands drop from the door, instead curling it over Jungkook’s where it still rests on his belly, linking their fingers together.
Jungkook hums. “Little bit,” he says, though he doesn’t sound the least bit bothered by it. “We’re pretty bad at this kinky shit.”
This time, when Jimin laughs, it’s loud and free, and Jungkook rushes to shush him through his own laughter. Jimin wiggles against the alpha again, making enough room for himself to twist around in Jungkook’s arms, leaning back against the door and flattening his palms across Jungkook’s chest, playing with the ruffles of his costume shirt.
Even in the near-pitch black darkness of this little side room, Jungkook is stunning. Immaculate costume makeup paints his face—Jimin takes a moment to admire his work one last time before it inevitably gets smudged and ruined—and his eyes sparkle as he gazes at Jimin, bright and full of a love that makes Jimin’s heart flutter.
The vampire costume only makes him look more hungry for Jimin, fake fangs poking out, red lenses adding to his already intense gaze.
Jimin would gladly let Jungkook devour him if he asked.
“Just shut up and kiss me,” Jimin mumbles, a crooked, love-drunk smile on his face as Jungkook leans in and captures him in a kiss.
Jungkook is a little more careful in how he handles Jimin now, the earlier reminder enough to completely snap him out of whatever character he’d tried to embody for their failed roleplay. They discussed it in depth for weeks, were aware of all the risks and concerns that came along with consensual non-consent, had a safeword, and had signals in the event that one of them wasn’t able to speak. They had everything planned out.
Go figure Jimin’s overprotective omega instincts are what brought the whole thing to an end before they could even really get started.
He’s not too bothered though. They can always try again another time. The thrill of being hidden away in a secret little side room of the festival’s haunted house is enough for him tonight, the sound of footsteps scurrying by just on the other side of the door sending a little shiver of excitement zipping through Jimin.
Maybe to someone else, the shrieking of festival-goers as scare actors jump out of dark corners and chase them through the halls might be a mood killer. But for Jimin and Jungkook, it only adds to it—it’s the perfect reminder of how risky this is, how close they are to being caught.
They won’t be, of course—the staff-only storage room housing extra props for quick fixes in an emergency is hidden down a short side hallway, the entrance of which is blocked off by a thick curtain to make it practically invisible—but they could be. That’s what matters.
It’s certainly all Jimin is thinking about as Jungkook’s hands drop to his waist, pushing under his shirt. Warm fingers tickle along Jimin’s hipbones and tease the crisscrossing chains before pausing as they splay out to cup the ever-growing bump of Jimin’s stomach, the gesture soft and tender, a contrast to the situation they’re in.
Jimin whines softly against Jungkook’s mouth, opening up for him when Jungkook swipes his tongue across his lower lip. They kiss deep, slow, intimate, exploring each other like it’s the first time, when it’s only one of an endless amount.
The love Jungkook feels for him pours straight into Jimin’s heart, felt through their bond. It’s bright and warm and almost overwhelming, and the way Jungkook sighs and melts against him is proof enough that he feels Jimin’s too.
It’s something Jimin doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to, still shivering involuntarily whenever he gets that surge of emotion from his mate, that reminder of connection and devotion.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Jungkook murmurs against Jimin’s lips, peppering kisses at the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and back again. “Want me to fuck you here still? Right where anyone could find us?”
Jimin’s head tips back against the door with a gentle thud, his eyelids fluttering closed and mouth dropped open around a soft moan. Jungkook traces his jaw with tiny kisses, trailing all the way down to Jimin’s scent gland. His tongue darts out to trace Jimin’s mating mark, a low growl in his throat as he explores the shapes left by his own teeth.
Sugary caramel and sweet apple drifts through the air, mingling beautifully with the rich spiciness of clove and nutmeg. Jimin has grown so fond of the way they smell together, enjoys it even more when it’s laced with the sharp headiness of their arousal.
“I have a better idea, actually,” Jimin murmurs, guiding Jungkook up to kiss him again. He traces the shape of Jungkook’s cock through his pants, grinning when the alpha lets out a soft groan and bucks into the touch. “Let me touch you now, gorgeous, and you can return the favour later.”
Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle, bracing one palm flat against the door beside Jimin’s head. Jimin grins, teasing little almost-kisses as he works his mate’s pants undone and slips his cock out, the familiar weight of it in his palm making Jimin shiver. He’s already leaking, precum wetting the tip, and Jimin swirls his thumb through it as he flutters his lashes.
“You’re really turned on by this, aren’t you?” Jimin whispers, watching every little flicker of emotion that dances across Jungkook’s face. “The idea of taking what you want from me, right here, where anyone could walk in? Of someone seeing you ruining me, holding me down while I whine and beg for you to stop?”
As he speaks, Jimin slowly works his fist over Jungkook’s cock, flicking his wrist every time he reaches the tip. Jungkook’s breath fans across his face and his free hand grips Jimin’s hip, his waist, slides behind him to squeeze his ass and spur him on—he touches, explores, takes in everything, but he lets Jimin call the shots.
The opposite of what they planned for tonight, though neither of them is complaining.
“Fuck, Jimin,” Jungkook gasps, his hips twitching, a hum of approval from Jimin coaxing him to start fucking into the tight ring of Jimin’s hand. “Y-Yes, I— Bet you’d sound so gorgeous like that, would look so pretty, tears running down your face—”
Jungkook cuts himself off with a low groan, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. His eyes start to flutter shut, the flush of his cheeks visible even in the low light of the room.
“Ah-ah,” Jimin tuts, loosening his fist, the corners of his lips curling into a coy smile when Jungkook lets out a whimper of frustration. He curls the fingers of his free hand beneath Jungkook’s chin, tilting his head up and stealing a quick kiss as he murmurs, “Eyes on me.”
With effort, Jungkook manages to force his eyes open, the desire in them making Jimin shiver.
“That’s it,” Jimin whispers, hand working properly over Jungkook’s cock again. “My good alpha.”
He feels the tremor in Jungkook’s body, knows his mate is close by the way his brows pinch together and his breaths become more and more erratic. A little groan of warning, just Jimin’s name on kiss-bitten lips, and Jimin knows that Jungkook is right on the edge.
All at once, Jimin freezes, his hand going still as he squeezes the base of Jungkook’s cock, right where his knot would form—if Jimin were to let it.
But he won’t. Not yet, anyway.
Jungkook sucks in a sharp gasp of surprise as he’s hit with the full force of his ruined orgasm, the sound shifting into a low, frustrated groan as his eyes squeeze shut. His head drops against Jimin’s shoulder, cock twitching pathetically in Jimin’s hand as he pants hard, fingers digging into the flesh of Jimin’s ass.
“Fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice tight and dripping with frustration. “God, really?” He laughs, a hint of disbelief in it. “You’re a fucking menace.”
Jimin hums proudly, the gentle rumble of a purr building in his chest. He peppers little kisses to Jungkook’s hair, tipping his head to the side to let the alpha scent him thoroughly as his cock starts to soften, his breathing beginning to even out.
“Just think how good it’ll feel when we get home,” Jimin says finally, once Jungkook has collected himself enough to lift his head back up. His eyes sparkle, a tiny, crooked grin on his lips that matches Jimin’s own. “When you can knot me properly, alpha.”
Without another word, Jimin lifts his hand, holding Jungkook’s gaze as he brings it to his lips. His tongue darts out, lapping at the precum clinging to his skin, the bitter taste making him shiver. Jungkook’s eyes fly wide, his mouth dropping open in disbelief before he lets out a frustrated groan, forehead falling against Jimin’s chest as he laments.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, hyung.”
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Jungkook bounces on the balls of his feet, impatiently glancing around, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie.
He’s ready to leave. He’s been ready for almost half an hour, actually, but Taehyung had insisted that Jimin do his makeup before leaving the Village for the night. As much as Jungkook loves watching Jimin work, each brushstroke precise and careful, Jungkook is fucking dying right now.
Every time he glances over, Jungkook swears Jimin’s eyes are on him, shooting him tempting little glances over Taehyung’s shoulder, the other omega’s eyes closed as Jimin paints his face.
Or maybe that’s just Jungkook’s horny alpha brain talking.
Though, with Jimin? Jungkook has a feeling he’s very much doing this on purpose. He’s been just as, if not more insatiable than Jungkook lately. Not that Jungkook is complaining.
While the rest of their friends are all headed to a party, Jimin and Jungkook planned to go right home, eager to take advantage of their pup-free night. It’s been a few months since the last time they’ve been away from Joori for more than a few hours—Jimin still gets antsy if they’re separated from her for too long, and while Jungkook understands and also gets a little panicky himself, he’s been itching to have Jimin all alone for a little while too.
The further along in his pregnancy Jimin gets, the more Jungkook feels his instincts going haywire. He swears he wasn’t this clingy last time, that he was a lot more easygoing and didn’t fuss so much.
Jimin wholeheartedly disagrees, and laughs at him anytime Jungkook tries to defend his past self. But in Jungkook’s defence, an unplanned pregnancy with the guy he’s been pining after for an entire year is pretty life changing. He’d adapted nearly instantly, something snapping into place, leaving no room for doubt.
Even after only two months of dating, Jungkook knew that Jimin was it for him.
“Jungkook.”
Jimin’s voice was stern, but soft. Softer than Jungkook had ever heard from him, though it still commanded attention. Jungkook froze, a string of Christmas lights gripped in his fingers, his heart leaping into his throat.
Oh, god. Was he moving too fast? Was it way too soon to ask Jimin to meet his parents over the holidays?
“I— God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to— I don’t know…”
Jimin paused, taking a deep breath that shook his whole body, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Jungkook’s scent spiked, sharp in his own nose.
“I think I might be pregnant.”
The words tumbled from Jimin’s mouth so quickly that for a moment, Jungkook was sure he misheard. He blinked, eyes growing wide and mouth dropping open around words he couldn’t find.
“I’m sorry,” Jimin repeated, arms wound tight around his middle like he was shielding himself from Jungkook. “I understand if this is too much, too soon. I can… We can discuss what—”
“Jimin.”
Mouth snapping shut, Jimin fell silent, curling tighter in on himself. Even as a smile, lopsided and ridiculous and a little embarrassing, spread across Jungkook’s face, Jimin only looked more concerned.
“You mean it?”
Jimin huffed out a small, incredulous laugh. “I wouldn’t joke about something like this.”
“Okay, I… Okay. That’s… Wow, I mean,” Jungkook said through his own bewildered laughter, “that’s definitely unexpected but I— Okay.”
He tossed the lights down in a messy, tangled pile on the couch and rounded the coffee table. Every instinct in him needed to be by Jimin’s side, to hold the omega and scent him until he sweetened back up to his usual rich caramel.
“You don’t have to pretend to be okay with this,” Jimin said, taking a small step back.
“What? No, Jimin—baby, I’m serious.” Jungkook reached out, smile softening when Jimin let him pull him close. “It’s unexpected, sure, but… We can figure it out. Make it work. If it’s what you want, I mean. If you… if you wanna have… I’m with you.”
Jimin snorted, but Jungkook could feel him starting to relax a little, some of the tension leaving Jimin’s shoulders as Jungkook gently squeezed them. He still looked uncertain though.
“Think about what you’re saying, Jungkook. Really think about it,” Jimin insisted. “This is… i-it’s huge. Life-changing huge. I’ll understand if you don’t want this.”
Undeterred, Jungkook shook his head. “I know it is,” he insisted. His hands trailed down Jimin’s arms, gently unwrapping them from around the omega’s body without much resistance, then tangling their fingers together. He took a step closer. A hint of caramel tinged the air, sweet instead of anxiously bitter. “But I mean it. If you want to… to have this pup,” Jimin’s breath hitched as Jungkook acknowledge it aloud, Jungkook’s heart beating faster, “then I’m all in, Jimin.”
Jungkook stood steadfast and unwavering as Jimin searched his face, the doubt still lingering in his expression finally melting away. He could only hope that Jimin could sense it, could smell the pride in Jungkook’s scent that he was powerless to control, the excitement and the raw joy he felt.
Finally, Jimin seemed unable to hold himself back anymore. His expression crumbled as the first relieved sob left him, his arms thrown around Jungkook’s shoulders to pull him close, seeking the comfort and surety of his alpha’s scent.
All things considered, the pregnancy didn’t change much for them. They decided to take things as slowly as they could, just in case, and by the six months mark when everything was still working out perfectly, they were moving into a new home that was suitable for a new family.
They were still themselves, silly and a little shy around each other sometimes, but fiercely loyal and hopelessly devoted. Honestly, when Jungkook looks back now and wonders where he would be in life if they hadn’t finally taken that chance on each other two years ago, he can’t come up with anything. Not anything substantial or meaningful, at least.
Call him cliché, but Jungkook thinks he might have started to believe in fate that day.
Now here he is, a father, with a gorgeous, loving mate, and their second pup on the way. It seems impossible, given how forceful (and downright sneaky) their friends had to be to get them to even act on their feelings, but who is Jungkook to complain?
He will, however, start complaining soon if he doesn’t get to take Jimin home in the next couple of minutes.
Jungkook has been some level of uncomfortably turned on ever since Jimin cheekily dropped a kiss to his lips before darting out of the staff-only side room they were in. It took way longer than he’d like to admit to get himself calmed down enough to get back to work, and even then, the last hour or so of his shift went by agonizingly slow. He barely managed to change out of his costume, stripping out of the ruffled shirt and costume jewelry in favour of throwing on a hoodie, not bothering with his pants.
“And… there!” Jimin’s lilting voice rings out. He sits back, hands in the air to admire his work, brush still held between his fingers. “Perfect, if I do say so myself.”
His chest puffs proudly, instructing Taehyung to turn his head this way and that as Jimin checks and rechecks that everything looks the way he wants it. Jungkook has seen exact expression on his mate countless times before—Jimin is a perfectionist in everything he does, and party makeup for his best friend is no exception.
Seeing his opportunity, Jungkook steps over to peer around Taehyung and peek at his face. Even now, everything Jimin is so impressive that Jungkook finds himself letting out a small sound of surprise.
“Wow,” he says, caressing the back of Jimin’s neck with a hand and giving a small squeeze. The omega hums in delight, glancing up at Jungkook before going back to admiring his work. “You always outdo yourself, hyung.”
“Thank you,” Jimin chirps, wiggling in his seat as his scent swells with pride. He hands Taehyung the mirror set aside next to him, the other omega gasping and leaning in close to take in his reflection.
“Goddamn, Jiminie,” he says, a grin splitting his face. “It’s almost a shame I’m going to have to mess it up later.”
Jimin giggles, covering his mouth with his hand. His smile never fades as he begins packing up his things, the glitter dusted on his cheekbones and smudged across his eyelids catching the lights. Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away, is helplessly caught up in the way his mate moves, his halo bobbing with each twist and turn.
His costume suits him. Jimin is as angelic as they come, sweet and a little shy, soft spoken and kind even to those who might not deserve it. He’s the prettiest thing Jungkook has ever seen, and pregnancy only enhances his natural beauty, his cheeks a little more plump, his hips full. Jimin practically glows, even without shimmering makeup on his skin.
Jungkook watches and admires as Jimin gets to his feet and packs away his supplies, wiping down the brushes he’d used on Taehyung. The thin, flowy white fabric of his shirt cuts low in the back, leaving the line of moons tattooed down Jimin’s spine on display, pretty chains crisscrossing along his body in place of actual wings. His pants cling tight to his hips and the upper parts of his thighs, a deep slit cut along the outer side of each leg.
The outfit barely leaves anything to the imagination, the delicate jewelry meant to draw attention to his smooth, bared skin. Even the neckline dips well below Jimin’s collarbones to show off more of the chains, the way they hug his body and follow his curves.
But what stands out the most, what Jungkook can’t tear his eyes away from, is the thin lace band wrapped around Jimin’s upper thigh. It’s high enough that, unless Jimin moves just right, it stays hidden aside from the small gold chains strung from it, matching the ones on his upper body, peeking out just where the slit in his pant leg begins.
Jungkook wants nothing more than to grab Jimin, pin him down, bite at his thighs until they’re blooming with pretty purple marks in the shape of his mouth—
“You’re gonna start drooling if you keep staring like that.”
Jungkook jumps, head snapping away from where Jimin is pulling on his sweater—a fuzzy white thing that goes well with his costume but nearly swallows him whole, the sleeves coming down over his fingertips. It softens the look, makes it fall more on the side of innocent and less temptation. Not that it does anything to deter Jungkook or his alpha.
He hadn’t even noticed Taehyung approaching, too busy daydreaming about his mate.
Taehyung snorts, shaking his head slowly back and forth in amusement. “Come on, let’s get going so you two sluts can go home already.”
“Excuse me,” Jimin retorts as he comes up beside Jungkook, looping his arms around one of Jungkook’s and resting his head on his shoulder. “I am the picture of innocence and purity, thank you.”
“There isn’t a single innocent bone in that body,” Taehyung shoots back, grinning as Jimin laughs and sticks his tongue out.
The three of them make their way outside to meet up with their friends, saying quick goodbyes to the other staff members they pass on the way. Jimin stays pressed close to Jungkook, his scent rolling off him in gentle waves, teasing Jungkook’s nose in a way that’s way too deliberate to be simple instinct.
He’s still playing his game. Trying to get Jungkook riled up.
And boy, is it fucking working.
The others are already gathered by their cars when Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung reach the parking lot. They’re all dressed in various costumes, laughing at something Seokjin says as they come to a stop near them.
“And—damn, Tae. Look at you!” Seokjin says with a delighted grin, pulling his mate to his side to press a sweet kiss to his hair, careful not to touch his makeup as Taehyung preens.
As Seokjin coos over Taehyung, joined by Namjoon and Yoongi, who insist they take pictures before heading out, Hoseok turns his attention on Jimin and Jungkook.
“You two sure you don’t want to come?” Hoseok asks, even though he already knows the answer. Just courtesy, Jungkook figures.
Jimin nods, his head resting against Jungkook’s arm. He seems so content, practically melting into Jungkook’s side. “Very sure. A party where I’m the only one not drinking, surrounded by all those scents?” He wrinkles his nose. “No thanks. Besides, we have better plans tonight.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Seokjin says, arm winding around Taehyung’s middle as they all fall into a loose circle, apparently satisfied with the photos they’ve taken. “We know, we can smell Jungkook from a mile away.”
Jungkook feels his cheeks heat, letting out a huff of mild embarrassment. Jimin giggles, rubbing his cheek against Jungkook’s bicep.
“At least he smells good,” he purrs, glancing up at Jungkook through fluttering lashes. A little pulse of heat flickers through Jungkook, and he has to swallow hard to control his arousal as his cock twitches with interest.
“Speak for yourself,” Yoongi counters, earning a ripple of laughter. “Alright, we better get going. Get home safe, you two.”
He fixes Jimin with a pointed look, to which Jimin fakes an indignant scoff, trying and failing to keep his wicked little grin off his face.
“Are you implying I can’t keep my hands to myself, hyung?”
“Yep.”
“Rude.”
Yoongi flashes the two of them a smirk that’s laced with an unmistakable fondness, circling around to the driver’s side door. The others pile in, waving their goodbyes and promising a very stern Jimin that each of them will text to let him know when they’ve made it home safe after the party. The omega clings to Jungkook until they’re at their own car, only unwinding from him when Jungkook pops the passenger side door open for him.
It’s going to take everything in Jungkook to keep his shit together until they get home, his cock already stirring the minute he’s in the car with Jimin, just the two of them in such a small space, caramel apple filling the air. So sweet, so tempting—and Jungkook is a weak man.
Jimin does not, in fact, keep his hands to himself.
Jungkook knew he was fucked when, just as he pulled out of the parking lot, Jimin’s small hand came to rest on his thigh. Maybe if Jimin’s scent hadn’t been so overwhelming that Jungkook could hardly breathe, he could believe that it was innocent, just a desire to feel close to his mate.
But then Jimin’s hand wandered, inching further between Jungkook’s thighs, fingers ghosting over his cock before darting away when Jungkook twitched in surprise.
More than once, Jungkook almost pulled over on the side of the road, his strength waning with each passing minute of Jimin’s incessant teasing. Just subtle enough for it to seem like nothing, but persistent enough that by the time they’re parked and climbing out of the car, Jungkook is so achingly hard that it hurts, cock rubbing uncomfortably against the zipper of his pants.
Jimin darts ahead of him, humming a soft little tune as he unlocks their door. The chains along his back glint in the warm lights of the decorations strung up around the house, the same tiny pumpkin lights Jungkook has had for years lining the doorframe. Jungkook’s eyes linger on the dip of Jimin’s back, tracing the jewelry to where it disappears beneath his shirt, and he can’t help himself anymore.
Stepping forward, Jungkook’s fingers dance along the bare skin of Jimin’s spine, the omega shivering gently at the touch. He giggles, pushing the door open and spinning around to dart just out of Jungkook’s reach as he leads the way inside, a tempting, kittenish little smile on his lips.
“Impatient,” Jimin tuts, toeing off his shoes before moving deeper through the house. He zips around a corner, disappearing in the direction of their bedroom before Jungkook is even fully inside.
Jungkook huffs out a laugh that’s tinged with a hint of frustration. His skin feels hot, his alpha getting increasingly restless with each passing moment. The house smells like them, their family, a combination of their scents and the sweet, delicate milkiness of pups, and it drives him wild.
There’s this itchiness under his skin, a desperate desire to scent, claim, worship. The tiny reminders of Jimin’s second pregnancy—the open box of his favourite tea, the seaweed snacks he’s been craving, the extra pillows piled on the couch for nesting purposes—only make it worse, remind Jungkook that this is his.
His perfect mate. His mate carrying their second pup.
Jimin is already starting to look pregnant, his belly beginning to swell just enough that Jungkook finds himself staring at it any chance he gets. He can’t get enough of Jimin lately, and he knows Jimin feels much the same.
Even now, there’s a sharp tug through their bond that Jungkook recognizes as his mate’s impatience, as if Jimin wasn’t the one making a game out of edging Jungkook in public.
Laughing to himself, Jungkook swings through the door of their bedroom, only to come slamming to a halt the moment he lays eyes on Jimin. His halo has been abandoned somewhere, leaving his blonde hair slightly messy. The low lights catch the glitter on his cheeks, in his hair, dusted along his collarbones, making him look like something otherworldly, something ethereal and celestial.
An angel. He truly looks like a goddamn angel, even with his clothes abandoned and his legs crossed delicately where he perches on the edge of their bed. Even with the sultry smile curled onto his lips.
Dangerous and tempting.
The chains still dangle prettily across Jimin’s body, matching earrings hanging from his ears and swaying when he tips his head, tempting Jungkook closer. He still has the lace band wrapped around his thigh displayed perfectly where it sits atop the other, drawing Jungkook’s gaze to it when Jimin traces it with his finger.
“Are you just going to stand there and look all night, alpha?” Jimin muses, his voice sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine and making his alpha surge to life. “Because you can. But I’d much rather have your hands on me.”
Arousal pulses through Jungkook like a bolt of lightning and he rushes to pull off his hoodie, his cock twitching hard against the front of his pants. It catches Jimin’s eye, his gaze dropping shamelessly to it as he lets out a small hum of delight, lip caught between his teeth. His gaze is cloudy with lust already, and when he shifts ever so slightly, the cloyingly sweet smell of slick hits Jungkook’s nose so suddenly that he almost drops to his knees and begs.
Jimin leans back on his hands, gazing up at Jungkook with hooded eyes and the ghost of a pout on his lips. “Why are you still dressed?”
The impatience in his voice is unmistakable, but he holds himself back, arching an eyebrow pointedly at Jungkook’s belt. Jungkook takes the hint, making quick work of kicking off his pants even as he makes a show of it, a small sigh of relief escaping him when his cock finally springs free. Jimin watches every movement, every shift of muscle with his full attention, throat bobbing when Jungkook finally stands bare before him.
“That’s better,” Jimin purrs, his eyes finding Jungkook’s again. His smile curls higher as he uncrosses his legs, sitting up straight and moving back on the bed.
Like this, the room fills with decadent caramel, Jimin’s inner thighs glossy with slick. He’s so wet already, his pretty cock curled high and leaking, the tip flushed a gorgeous red—it’s a testament to his dedication to driving Jungkook fucking insane that the omega has any self control left in him right now at all.
Jungkook can feel his want through their bond, the way his mate’s body cries out for him, craves him. But in their time together, Jimin has gotten bolder, more confident. He’s still just as sweet as the day Jungkook met him, shy and soft anywhere else, but alone together?
He’s a force to be reckoned with.
“You’re so beautiful,” Jungkook tells him, crawling onto the bed with him. Jimin’s cheeks flush even brighter, pink extending all the way down his chest as he glows with pride. “What do you want from me tonight, angel? I’l give you anything.”
As the word angel leaves Jungkook’s lips, Jimin’s lashes flutter and he sucks in a sharp breath. His cock twitches, precum beading at the tip, and for a moment Jungkook expects him to lie back and coax Jungkook to settle between his thighs.
Instead, Jungkook is surprised when a palm splays flat against his chest and pushes him onto his back. He goes easily, and Jimin is on him in an instant, thighs spread wide over Jungkook’s hips as he leans down to crash their mouths together.
Jimin kisses him with an unfettered ferocity, moaning softly into his mouth when Jungkook grips his waist and pulls Jimin flush against himself, cocks slotted side by side, Jimin rocking his hips in search of friction. Jungkook’s hands roam the expanse of Jimin’s back, fingers catching on the chains every now and then. He just wants to touch, to feel, his mouth dropping open as Jimin’s tongue pushes in insistently, the omega’s body practically buzzing with need.
Having Jimin on top of him like this, all over him, still isn’t enough. Jungkook wants all of him, wants to be inside, taking Jimin apart the way he knows best.
But Jimin seems to have other plans tonight.
He whines into Jungkook’s mouth when Jungkook grabs his ass, squeezing the plump flesh between his fingers and spreading Jimin apart. He practically growls, low and possessive, using his grip to roll their hips together, feeling himself pulled deeper and deeper into his own heavy desire.
Jimin pulls away suddenly, breaking their kiss with a small gasp as he tries to catch his breath. He sits back, Jungkook’s hands dragging from the swell of his ass to rest on his thighs instead, eyes roaming Jimin’s bare, glittering skin.
His gaze settles on Jimin’s stomach, and his eyes widen, asking quickly, “Oh, shit— Sorry, did that hurt?”
Jimin shakes his head, fondness creeping into his expression even as he gazes down at Jungkook with hunger burning in his eyes. He sets one palm absentmindedly atop his growing bump.
“No, I’m okay,” he assures, breathless as he sits up straighter. “A little uncomfortable, but I’m good.”
Relieved, Jungkook goes to sit up too, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder. He hums curiously, settling back down as Jimin begins to crawl upwards.
“You stay,” Jimin murmurs, Jungkook watching his every move. “Promised you that you could touch later, right? You can touch now.”
His knees sink into the mattress, thighs spread wide on either side of Jungkook’s head. Jungkook feels his breath hitch, moaning softly as Jimin hovers above him, the scent of rich caramel so thick that Jungkook feels like he might die if he doesn’t get his mouth on Jimin now.
He hooks his arms around Jimin’s thighs, tugging the omega down and right onto his waiting tongue. Jimin squeaks in surprise at the suddenness of it, the sound fading into a moan as Jungkook flattens his tongue across Jimin’s entrance, giving long, teasing licks. He holds Jimin in place, relentless as he switches rapidly between lapping at the slick pooling around Jimin’s hole and pressing his tongue in just enough that it has Jimin trying to sink down further, to take him deeper.
“A-Ah, Jungkook—fuck, that’s good,” Jimin breathes, wiggling his hips as Jungkook flicks his tongue across his rim. “Feels so good, alpha.”
Jungkook hums, chest swelling at the praise. He works his tongue in deeper, fingers of one hand digging into Jimin’s thigh, the other wrapped around the lace band, using it to keep Jimin on his tongue. The omega whines above him, writhing as his pleasure builds, hips rocking as much as Jungkook’s grip on him will let him. He fucks himself down on Jungkook’s tongue, chasing it when Jungkook flattens it against his entrance again.
Fingers tangle in Jungkook’s hair and tug, just enough that it sends sparks tingling down his spine, his hips twitching involuntarily and making him buck up into the air. Jungkook aches with how badly he wants to be inside Jimin, to feel his mate squeezing tight around him, whispering his pretty words in Jungkook’s ear as he begs for more.
A tremor runs through Jimin’s body when Jungkook forms a seal with his lips and sucks, a gush of slick pouring onto his tongue that he swallows down with a low moan. He hears Jimin curse, a pretty string of fuck, oh fuck in his lilting voice, and then a hand is rapidly tapping at Jungkook’s wrist, asking for him to let Jimin up.
“Not yet,” Jimin breathes, shifting down Jungkook’s body. He stops to steal a kiss, long and slow, unbothered by the slick coating Jungkook’s chin.
Or maybe because of it, his tongue swiping across Jungkook’s lips with intent before he continues down, pausing to nip at Jungkook’s mating mark, leaving little pink marks in the shape of his mouth along Jungkook’s chest.
“Love you so much,” Jimin murmurs against Jungkook’s stomach. “My alpha. Always take such good care of me.” A kiss to Jungkook’s thigh, his cock twitching desperately.
“Love you too. God, Jimin, you’re so fucking beautiful,” Jungkook replies.
Jimin peers up at him, eyes sparkling, and Jungkook feels that love overflowing through their bond. The smile gracing Jimin’s lips is adoring, even with the hint of mischief glinting in it. His makeup is smudged, glitter streaking his body, his hair mussed, likely from running his hands through it while riding Jungkook’s tongue. The mental image makes Jungkook shiver, reaching down to cup Jimin’s cheek as the omega noses at his cock.
“You’re one to talk,” Jimin says, leaning closer to nuzzle against Jungkook’s cock, pressing the lightest of kisses along the length of it. Jungkook’s breath hitches, groaning when Jimin shifts onto his knees, ass high in the air, and takes Jungkook into his mouth.
The wet, warm heat after hours of craving something is like heaven. Jungkook’s head tips back, hand fisting the sheets as he feels arousal pulse through him, dizzying and electric. He sucks in a deep breath, willing himself to hold on just a bit longer.
Jimin moans around him, the vibrations making Jungkook’s hips buck, the wet sound of him hitting the back of Jimin’s throat almost enough to tip him over the edge. He lets out a breathy moan as Jimin pulls off to swirl his tongue around the head of his cock, glancing down when he hears Jimin whimper softly, and nearly loses himself.
Back arched beautifully, Jimin kneels between Jungkook’s legs, one hand braced on Jungkook and the other reaching behind, slowly fucking himself open on his own fingers. His lashes flutter, fingers pressing deeper into himself as he glances up to meet Jungkook’s gaze, taking him back into his mouth. He whines around Jungkook’s length, cheeks flushed and shimmering, his eyes drifting closed as he lets Jungkook rock his hips up, chasing the feeling as heat coils tight in Jungkook’s belly.
“F-Fuck—oh, fuck. Jimin, baby—gonna come—”
And then Jimin’s mouth is gone, his fist squeezing tight at the base of Jungkook’s cock. A growl of frustration punches from Jungkook’s chest, his heels hitting the mattress as his body twitches, cock jerking in Jimin’s hand. His breath comes in ragged pants, tremors rocking through him as he writhes, trying to fuck up into Jimin’s fist.
“Not yet,” Jimin tells him again, sounding so out of breath as he straightens up, fingers glistening with slick. He looks absolutely wild, pupils blown, cock heavy and flushed, slick pouring down his thighs. “Want you in me when you come. Want to come on your knot.”
Jungkook is surprised—impressed, really—that Jimin has held on this long. Usually, the pregnancy hormones make him insatiable, have him unable to take it slow even when he wants to. They typically don’t get much time either, needing to be quick in case one of them has to get up to check on Joori. It’s not any less satisfying, and they’ve become pros at stealing moments alone, but tonight is different.
Tonight, Jimin seems intent on making the most of their time. Fighting his own instincts, his own body, to draw this out, to get them both so worked up that they lose all control.
And Jimin seems to be at his limit.
He crawls back up after Jungkook is no longer on the brink, using the slick on his hand to coat Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook shivers at the touch, hands flying to grab Jimin anywhere he can reach, guiding him into position as Jimin grips the base of him to hold him steady.
The first press of his cock past the tight ring of muscle has Jungkook’s mouth dropping open, a low moan spilling from him. He slides in easily, Jimin sinking onto him in one fluid motion, head tipping back when his ass meets Jungkook’s hips. Jimin trembles above him, hands curling into fists atop his thighs, his throat bobbing and face twisted in pleasure as he starts to circle his hips.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Jimin gasps, lifting his hips before rocking back down, over and over, the wet sound of slick filling the room every time he takes Jungkook in again. His palms plant against Jungkook’s torso and Jimin braces himself, starts to fuck himself on Jungkook’s cock with little grace or care, but he still looks fucking gorgeous in every way.
The way his expression shifts when Jungkook digs his heels into the bed and fucks up into him, hitting his prostate. The smattering of glitter dusting his skin, the dainty chains of his costume, the lace around his thigh.
The gentle curve of his belly, proof of his devotion to Jungkook, of the love they share and the future they’ve promised to each other.
Just that little reminder is enough to send Jungkook’s alpha into a frenzy. Jimin is his omega, bred and fucked full and carrying their pup, smelling so beautifully of a combination of their scents. Glowing as he takes what he needs, pushing them both towards release, and sounding so, so desperate for it.
Jimin’s high, lilting voice lets out little moans like a song he sings just for Jungkook—it’s almost more than Jungkook can take, hands gripping Jimin’s hips to help pull him down, his own snapping up to meet Jimin halfway every time. Jimin cries out, nearly sobbing as his hand flies to squeeze Jungkook’s at his hip, to dig his nails into Jungkook’s forearm, frantic as he lets pleasure and instinct take over.
He’s so hot, so tight around Jungkook, clenching when the base of Jungkook’s cock starts to swell, his knot finally fucking allowed to grow. Jungkook growls, moans out Jimin’s name, tension coiling in his belly as he starts to lose his rhythm.
“F-Fuck— Jungkook— Alpha,” Jimin gasps out, a plea on his lips, his cock twitching as a violent shiver wracks through him.
He’s so fucking beautiful, his strong, lithe body—shaping up as it prepares for the long, arduous stretch of carrying their pup—writhing atop Jungkook, sinking back down one final time as Jungkook’s knot locks them in place. Jimin’s head snaps back, throat bared and mating mark on display, his fingers curing and his nails biting into Jungkook’s skin as he comes across Jungkook’s stomach.
Just the sight of him—of his mate, the omega carrying his pup, the man Jungkook loves more than he ever thought possible, with everything in him—so consumed by his own pleasure, feeling this way, looking this way all because of Jungkook, is enough to send Jungkook over the edge.
He lets out a satisfied, relieved moan as his knot fully forms, hips rocking against Jimin’s ass, grinding deep as he starts to spill inside. It hits him so hard, so suddenly, that his ears ring, his chest burning with each ragged breath as he tries to bring air into his lungs. Sparks tingle across his skin, through to his fingertips and toes, euphoria washing over him until all he knows is Jimin.
Jimin, whining softly as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm, fingers blindly searching for Jungkook’s until he can lace them together.
Jimin, his body glowing with pretty glitter and decorated with delicate jewelry, glistening with sweat a trembling as he collapses onto Jungkook’s chest.
Jimin, whose scent fills Jungkook’s nose and puts something tangible to the love brimming inside them both.
Jimin.
Jimin.
Jungkook loves him so much that he forgets how to speak, content to let their bond do the talking, to wind his arms around Jimin and hold him close as their heartbeats fall in sync. The gentle rumble of a purr vibrates through Jimin, Jungkook feeling it in his chest, his alpha responding in kind—such a rare occurrence, only ever happening during their most intimate, vulnerable moments.
This is everything. Jimin is everything.
Jungkook doesn’t realize he’s spoken out loud until Jimin lifts his head to look at him, eyes glassy and an adoring smile on his face.
“I know,” Jimin murmurs, leaning down to brush their lips together. “You’re my everything too, Jungkook.”
The kiss is tender, lingering, just an excuse to be as close as possible, in as many ways as they can. Jungkook would be content to stay here all night, locked together, just existing with each other.
“God, I fucking needed that,” he sighs after Jimin sits up a little, trailing a finger across Jungkook’s cheeks, his nose, just admiring.
Jimin giggles, the sound trailing off into a gasp as a small shiver passes through him when Jungkook’s cock throbs, his hips jerking as he spills another flood of cum. A dreamy, blissed-out smile spreads across Jimin’s face, his gaze unfocused as he pokes at the mole beneath Jungkook’s lip.
“Think you can handle being edged like that again? Not gonna lie, I kind of liked getting you all desperate for me.”
Jungkook lets out a laugh of surprise, a tiny flicker of heat zipping through him. “Yeah, I know you did,” he replies, fingers dancing along Jimin’s ribs and making him squirm. Jimin gives a soft moan when the movement has Jungkook’s knot tugging against his rim again, huffing as he swats playfully at Jungkook’s chest.
“Did you, though?”
Blinking, Jungkook tilts his head. “Hm?”
“Did you like it?” Jimin’s expression settles, turning into something serious, a hint of concern in it. “Was it too much?”
A fondness blooms warm in Jungkook’s chest, his lips curling into a tender smile. He lets his fingers drift up to Jimin’s cheeks, brushing them against glitter-stained skin.
He doesn’t need a costume to look like an angel.
“I loved it,” Jungkook tells him honestly, smile growing a little silly as Jimin laughs quietly, nuzzling into his palm. “Definitely not too much.”
Jimin hums, shoulders wiggling in delight as he settles comfortably. “Well, good. I’m glad then. Because you’re really hot when you’re all worked up like that,” he purrs, finger tracing a teasing pattern across Jungkook’s chest.
Laughter bursts from Jungkook, jostling the omega, who shoots him a playful glare that lacks any real heat. “I’m always like that around you, love. That’s like, my default state.”
“I know.”
The pride in Jimin’s voice makes Jungkook laugh again, his eyes drifting shut as he strokes soothingly down Jimin’s spine. The omega’s rhythmic purring starts to lull Jungkook to sleep, his body heavy as a deep satisfaction thrums through him, his alpha content to have their omega in his arms, marked and claimed and his.
He’s on the verge of sleep, moments from drifting off, when he feels Jimin mumble lazily against his chest.
“Think you’ll be ready for round two soon?”
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Epilogue
“Joori! Come on, pumpkin, it’s time to go!”
Jimin turns just in time to hear the sound of little footsteps zooming towards him as Joori comes speeding into the living room. Her tiny fairy wings bop around wildly on her back, a wand clutched tight in one fist, the star on the end of it glittering and glowing a pretty pink. She had insisted Jimin paint her face, and he’s pleased to see that Jungkook kept his promise of making sure it stayed tidy, even as he wrestled with her hair.
Joori is a bundle of energy on a good day, never sitting still. She takes after her father in many ways—she got Jungkook’s passion for the things that interest him, and his often short attention span. She’s even the spitting image of him, her big, round eyes shining in the same way Jungkook’s do, even at such a young age.
Bright, curious, adventurous—and stubborn to a damn fault.
Jimin couldn’t possibly love her any more if he tried. He would probably burst, his heart exploding right out of his chest.
“I’m coming, mama!” Joori announces, skidding to a halt before Jimin. She beams up at him, waving her wand with even more enthusiasm, pointing a tiny finger at her hair. “Daddy put sparkles!”
Sure enough, nearly every inch of Joori’s head glitters in the light, her neat braids keeping her hair off her face. Jungkook must have used the hairspray that Jimin often uses in projects that require a fast, mostly mess-free sparkly solution.
If only Jungkook knew what a pain in the ass it was to wash out. Jimin will have to break the news to the alpha that he’s on bath duty for the next few days until all traces of sparkle are gone.
Biting his lips to keep from laughing at his mate’s misfortune, Jimin smiles down at Joori as he shifts the sleepy pup in his arms up a bit higher. “Wow! You look so pretty, sweetheart!”
His daughter puffs up her chest proudly, twirling on the spot, her wings flapping wildly. Some nights, Jimin and Jungkook get into lighthearted debates about whether she’ll present as an alpha or omega. Jungkook is certain that she’ll be an omega, based on the way she is with her baby sister, and her apparent intuitive sense for when someone around her is upset.
Jimin disagrees. He thinks it’s actually those things, plus the very obvious sense of pride she has at such a young age, that points to her presenting as an alpha when she’s older.
That, and he just knows.
Just like he knows that little Binna, cooing softly where she’s bundled up in Jimin’s arms as she grabs idly at his chest with impossibly small fingers, will be the wild, independent omega counterpart to her sister. It’s an intrinsic feeling, something likely born from omega instincts and months of being the one to carry the pup. The bond Jimin feels with his daughters is indescribable—Jungkook has explained he feels something similar, though they suspect there’s differences that can’t be put to words.
They’ll be happy no matter how their pups present, though Jimin really would like those bragging rights. As it is now, Jungkook correctly guessed that both pups would be girls, even though Jimin was sure Binna was going to be a boy. He certainly isn’t complaining though—she makes an adorable little candy apple for Jimin to tote around for a little while this evening.
Smiling down at her, Jimin adjusts the little headband that acts as the stick of the apple, her puffy outfit making her chubby cheeks even more pronounced. If Joori is a miniature Jungkook, then Binna is a smaller Jimin. She has his nose and, according to Jungkook, his “little beak and squishable cheeks”.
Just as Jimin is about to ask Joori where her father is, Jungkook rounds the corner, looking slightly out of breath and shaking his head. The pastel blue baker’s apron Jimin had sewn specifically to match his and Joori’s fairy costumes hangs loose, Jungkook reaching behind himself to tie it tight and secure it in place.
“Couldn’t find her tiara,” he says. Jungkook reaches into one of the pockets of his apron and presents the hairpiece in question, giving it a little wiggle of victory in the air as he steps over to Joori and clips it into her hair.
Jungkook gives a satisfied nod, looking Joori over with approval as she spins again.
“There,” he says, flashing Jimin a wide, toothy grin before turning his attention back to the pup. “Now it’s perfect.”
Joori cheers, bouncing in place as Jimin and Jungkook finish getting ready, gathering what they need for their evening at the Village.
The plan is to meet Jungkook’s parents there, so he can spend some time with them and the pups. This year, Jimin is the one running the face painting booth, his shift beginning in the early evening and ending when Jungkook’s begins—right as the Village swaps over from family-friendly mode to the night of horrors that they both love.
It’s difficult, handing Binna off to Jungkook’s mother, even though he knows how much the other omega adores her. Jimin feels that small sense of panic, of wrongness building inside him, worrying at the little pendant of his necklace—a gift from Jungkook for their three year anniversary—until an arm winds around his middle and pulls him close.
“You sure you’ll be okay tonight?”
Jungkook murmurs the question against Jimin’s temple, pressing a small kiss to his hair. He fiddles with the wings of Jimin’s costume, his eyes glued to the spot a few steps away where Joori animatedly tells her grandparents all about her costume.
“Mm.” It’s not much of an answer, and Jungkook gives him a small shake in response until Jimin can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Promise. Just…”
“Feels weird? Yeah, I’m with you there.”
Jungkook falls silent for a moment, just standing with Jimin, letting their emotions pass through their bond. It’s enough of a comfort to know that Jungkook understands, on such a deep level, what Jimin feels—to know that Jimin doesn’t need to navigate his emotions alone.
“Just think,” Jungkook finally says, and Jimin immediately senses the shift, “in a few hours, you’ll be so distracted you won’t even remember why you were stressed. I’ll personally make sure of it.”
He says the last part with a wink, a ridiculous grin on his face, and Jimin can’t help but burst out laughing. He catches himself on Jungkook’s chest, shaking his head as he peers up at his mate through fluttering lashes.
“Behave, alpha,” Jimin warns, leaning closer when he sees the flicker of excited heat in Jungkook’s eyes, “or you’ll be keeping those big hands to yourself.”
An excited shout from Joori demanding their attention interrupts Jungkook’s retort, the pup waving them over with an impatient, buzzing energy. Jimin snickers, leaning in to drop a quick kiss to Jungkook’s cheek before darting off to Joori’s side.
Life is hectic with two young pups, but Jimin wouldn’t trade it for the world. His omega purrs softly with content, even over the lingering worry, as he waves Jungkook and the rest of their family off after thoroughly scenting each pup and the alpha with everything in him.
He’s so proud to be here, so happy he took the chance all those years ago and didn’t listen when he was told that working at the festival would be a waste of his time.
As it turns out, Jimin was right all along. It was the best choice he ever could have made.
Now he gets to share this with not just his mate, but their pups too. It’s precious and it’s exciting, and most importantly, it’s theirs.