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Jimin was walking through the park late at night. Late at night, every night. For the past few days, his new schedule at work had forced him to have to walk home from the bus stop extra late. He worked as a dance instructor at an adults’ and kids’ studio. He taught some of the most advanced children’s classes and some of the intermediate and advanced adult classes. He had just taken on a new class, an evening one that went until later into the night than he was used to. Combine the new schedule with the fact that it got dark early and there was a long bus ride to get to his apartment and he was pretty much going to be walking home in the dark every day.
He had not gotten used to his new route yet- it went through some ordinary city streets and then cut through a park, as the route he usually took was closed after dark. This would have been fine, maybe even count as the scenic route, except it was pitch black out. There were no lights at all in the park and although it was usually nonthreatening when he had walked through during the sunset time, as soon as it was dark the whole place became somewhere he could get jumped. A scary person was behind each bush, behind the children’s playground. He hated deserted playgrounds, and the fact that it was at night only made it worse. Not that he was scared about a simple walk, however. It was just that he was more on edge than he normally would have been.
Jimin was walking to his house with his dance bag over his shoulder when he heard a low growl behind him. He knew this would happen eventually, but he had counted on settling into the new routine before having to call one of his alpha friends to walk him home sometimes, or to scent him. He turned around slowly and was met with the face, and smell, of an alpha. This boy looked to be a few years older than he was, and his face was twisted into a bit of a grimace.
The newcomer’s face was hard; he looked as if he method acted the role of ‘bad cop’ as a job. His hair, dyed platinum silver, went to his shoulders and was braided back into two different braids. He would have looked like a schoolchild if he didn’t have biceps the size of Jimin’s head and hands that looked like they could mercilessly crush a puppy. He looked down at Jimin and stopped growling as soon as he saw his face. “What’s a pretty boy like you doin’ out here?” Jimin breathed in to steady himself; he had been genuinely shocked by this alpha’s approach. Too late, he realized that that would be a mistake. The smell of mint, spicy and alarming, hit his nose and brain like a truck.
His inner wolf was screaming at him to submit, to calm this stranger down, but with years of practice behind him, he stopped it from taking over. Instead, he smiled a cold smile, one that said, ‘I’m definitely better than you, get out of my way’ in the brattiest pretty boy fashion he could, and replied, “Oh, I’m just walking away from the bus stop.” he knew that if he said that he was walking home, this man would fake chivalrous and ask to walk him to his door. He wanted no strangers knowing where he lived, and was decidedly unclear with his answer. “We could go to my place,” The guy suggested, reaching around Jimin to the arm he was using to hold his dance bag and easily plucked it out off of his shoulder, carrying it like it weighed nothing.
Jimin was well and truly scared at that point. He knew that he was emitting distressed omega pheromones- he couldn’t help it. Jimin was aware that his usual sweet scent of lemons and honey was souring, the lemon becoming overpowering and bitter. He only hoped that either a friendlier alpha would arrive or this one would back down soon. He put his arm on the man’s arm and tried to draw the bag back to him. The alpha, however, plugged his nose with one hand and kept holding his bag with the other. Jimin was nearing his boiling point by now. He was tired, hungry, and more than a little done with alphas who thought they ran the world. He grabbed onto the bag with both of his hands and, mustering all of the strength he had left after a full day at work, pulled. He seemed to have caught the man by surprise- his bag dropped from the unfamiliar grasp and into his. He was not prepared for the sudden weight and fell backward a little, only to right himself with a dancer’s balance.
He got one last look at the man before speed walking away from him. He knew he only had a few seconds, but he tried to mind over matter his body into releasing more stress pheromones before this man gave an Alpha Order. He was extremely uninterested in watching his body as it performed tasks against his will, tasks he would never give consent to doing under any circumstances. He whirled around to face the man as he caught up, one stride of his long legs equal to about three of Jimin’s. Jimin was well and truly terrified at this point was was only hoping for some guardian angel to come and get him. He knew this was one of the bad eggs. One of the alphas that thought they deserved more because of their status, one who disrespected omegas as simply housemaids or doormats.
The man loomed over Jimin, opening his mouth to give some Order, not doubt, when a new scent entered the scene. Contrasting with the sharp mint of the disgusting alpha, this newcomer smelled like warm, roasted coffee and almonds. Jimin barely had time to deduce the scent when it changed. It smelled of fire and smoke. He knew that this was the alpha’s rage scent, and he did not want to be caught in the middle of a pompous alpha fight. He backed up from the silver-haired man, hoping he would be distracted enough to leave him alone. Unfortunately, he had good reflexes. He grabbed Jimin’s arm so hard it hurt, and Jimin let out a quiet yell of pain. The man did not release him, however, if anything, he tightened his grip on the arm that was already sure to be bruised tomorrow.
The new man walked up to the pair, practically dripping with dominance and power. It made Jimin go weak in the knees- just a little. He chanced a look at the man and, in a way, wished that he hadn’t. This was the prettiest man he had ever seen. An angelic oval face with an open mouth and hair dyed black, he was nearly impossible to describe. He was wearing black skinny jeans with chains on the side, and his shirt was a plain white one. What really took Jimin’s breath away was the jacket, however. It was a letterman jacket, one that could only be gained by being on a varsity sports team in high school. There was a thick white stripe on top of each of his shoulders that extended down the sides of his arms. The shoulders and waist accented his figure, which was lean but clearly muscled.
Jimin could not stop staring, and the stranger locked eyes with him briefly. Jimin blushed and looked away. “What are you doing?” The man asked coldly. His voice exuded power, and Jimin was unsure how the first man had not frozen in his spot. “Just giving my omega a little... talking to, that’s all. Why don’t you mind your highschooler business somewhere else, huh?” The smell of a fire quadrupled, and Jimin cowered, his stressed smell likely also increasing. As far as omegas went, he was pretty dominant, but with two battling alphas in his presence his senses were swamped. “I don’t think I will, not with how terrified ‘your’ omega looks.” Jimin stifled a small giggle as the man holding onto him looked more and more flustered. Despite the situation, the man’s humor was dry and sarcastic.
Suddenly the air changed from that of a friendly conversation to something darker, more intense. “Let go of the omega.” The voice was a blast of power, and Jimin’s knees finally crumpled. Strong, capable hands were there to catch him, and he recoiled before realizing that they belonged to his saviour. At around the same time, the two of them realized that Jimin was leaning on the stranger, his hands around the slightly smaller boy’s waist firmly. The alpha stepped back and seemed a little flustered himself. Jimin was sure he was blushing all the way across his face and down his neck. The man who had been bothering him was walking away, not looking at either of the pair. He said nothing, and Jimin felt relieved as he watched the broad back retreat into the darkness. He turned back to the stranger and stammered, “Hi- um, I’m- uh, I mean, thanks, I-ah, yeah.” He looked at the ground and cursed himself for being so shy around new people. The alpha put a few fingers under his chin and gently lifted his face up to look at his eyes. Jimin would have been terrified with the intensity of his gaze but for his smile. A huge, gummy smile that seemed to stretch all across his face. He looked so delighted to be looking at Jimin’s face.
Jimin leaned his head into the touch and looked away to the side, “What’s your name, o valiant savior of mine?” He added with a slight laugh. The little jump in the hand still cupping his face told him he had said the right thing. “I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi. And you, o one needing to be saved?” Jimin’s head popped up to look at the strenger- no, Yoongi’s face. He was wearing a dopey smile, an act that made Jimin nearly let a giggle pass. “I-I’m Jimin.” he managed to stutter out, losing his confidence once the alpha took a little bit of control back. “Well, Jimin, I had better be going, then. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He smiled a smaller smile, and turned around. The back of his incredible letterman jacket read ‘SUGA 93’ and that must have been the final straw. As a last resort- he did not want to lose this man who had saved him from intense discomfort- he blurted out, “I’m still a little scared. Will you walk me home?” he tried not to whine- much- and was proud when he succeeded.
Yoongi turned back around, smiling that gummy smile of his. This caused Jimin to smile the smile that made his eyes disappear into crescents on his cheeks. “I’d be glad to.” Yoongi walked back over to Jimin and took off his jacket, putting it wordlessly over Jimin’s shoulders. “You are shivering,” He said as his only reasoning. Jimin stopped to take note of his body and realized that he was, indeed, shivering. Head to toe. The adrenaline was wearing off, however, and he was a little calmer. Calm enough to protest when Yoongi picked up his dance bag for him. Reluctantly, he handed it back to Jimin and settled for slipping a cautious arm around his waist.
Jimin sighed contentedly. The alpha’s scent calmed him more than any safety could. The smell of this alpha was safety. They walked through the park in silence. Just as he was caught peeking, he caught Yoongi peeking at him through the hair that was carelessly swept over his forehead. After a little more walking they reached the end of the park and the residential streets. Just as Jimin was about to cross a street, Yoongi pulled him away and asked, “Are you sure you want me to know where you live? For all you know I could be some kind of creepy murderer.” Jimin quietly giggled and responded, “You’d be the worst murderer I know. You could’ve stabbed me all this time and you didn’t.” While Jimin had not trusted Yoongi totally before, the fact that he had confirmed that it was okay to know where an unmated omega lived made Jimin decide that he was another one of the gallant alphas, the ones that are in the stories about perfectly mated pairs.
They walked down the streets some more in silence. It was a comfortable one, however. They both were content and neither was on edge. Yoongi’s scent had long lost the campfire smell and was back to the roasted coffee beans and almonds scent; likewise, Jimin’s lemon scent had receded to the background and he smelled well enough of fresh honey. When they reached the front door of Jimin’s house, they stopped. Jimin went into his pocket to get his house key and was reaching to unlock the door. Yoongi stopped him with the key stuck in the lock, and turned Jimin to look at him. “May I scent you?” he politely whispered in his deep voice he seemed to naturally have somehow. Jimin could only step into his waiting embrace and put his nose into Yoongi’s neck. He breathed in for a bit as Yoongi’s nose moved over the scent gland on his neck, softly nuzzling it. After a bit he fully pressed his nose into the spot right in front of Jimin’s scent gland, and he let a small gasp slip through his mouth. He had never been scented that intimately before. Others had only pressed their face right in and then moved right away. He was enveloped in Yoongi’s scent and he closed his eyes, holding onto Yoongi tightly around his waist. Jimin felt Yoongi smile against his shoulder and he lifted up his face to ask what was so funny. Yoongi did not move, however, he kept his face buried in Jimin’s neck.
After a bit more of just holding each other, Jimin asked in the smallest, meekest voice possible, “May I scent you?” Usually only alphas scented their omegas, but Jimin hoped that this one would be kind enough to carry his scent. Jimin wanted other omegas to know that this man had someone interested in him. Yoongi only smiled at him and pulled Jimin back into his warm embrace, this time pulling Jimin’s head into the crook of his shoulder. Jimin nosed around a bit, scenting him more naturally first. He then softly pressed his nose into the front of Yoongi’s scent gland. Yoongi’s arms tightened around him just a little bit, and he squeezed just a little bit back.
He then pulled away from Yoongi’s heavenly scent, looking into his eyes. Jimin turned back to let himself into his house, and he got the door open without a struggle. He found Yoongi’s hand and squeezed it before letting go, heading into his apartment. He blew a kiss to the alpha right before closing the door. He had his dance bag with him and he put it on the side of the table he usually kept it on. He was getting used to smelling different when he felt his stomach growl. He was really hungry at this point, and he hurried to make himself some leftover soup. Jimin sat down to eat and sighed in relief as he felt more full. He then put the rest away for the next night’s dinner and went upstairs to change out of his day clothes and into his warm, comfortable pajamas.
He was in his room, ready to take off his clothes, when he finally noticed. He had accidentally stolen Yoongi’s letterman jacket. He mentally kicked himself and thought that he would return it to the man when he realized that they had not exchanged numbers, nor had they even mentioned calling each other. He took off the jacket carefully and eyed it. He wondered if Yoongi’s number was in it somewhere.
He looked in both of the pockets, and found a piece of paper in one. A-ha, he murmured to himself. He took it out and sure enough, there was a number written on it. He planned this, the sly alpha, Jimin thought to himself. He could not have been more delighted, however, and set both the jacket and the number aside. He changed out of his dirty day clothing and got in the shower, feeling the warm water rush the dirt and grime from the day away from him and down the drain. He got out and was thinking that he smelled a little strange when he remembered that Yoongi had scented him.
He smiled warmly to himself. The scary alpha of the evening was already fading a bit in his mind to make room for the perfect one he had met because of him. He left the bathroom, pink hair still wet, and headed to his room. He donned his comfortable pajama pants and a soft, lighter pink tank top he reserved for sleeping. After a bit of consideration he added the number as a contact in his phone and opened up a new message. He then put the letterman jacket over his sleeping clothing and took a brief selfie.
He sent it to Yoongi with the caption, ‘You forgot something!’ and, satisfied, he put his phone away. He did not, however, take the jacket off. It smelled like Yoongi and felt like the most comfortable thing on the planet. He went to his bed and drifted off into sleep, feeling warm coffee keeping him safe and warm.
When he woke up the next morning, he was clutching the letterman jacket closely around his body. He checked his phone to see if Yoongi had responded and, to his surprise, he had. ‘Could I come over tomorrow and pick it up?’ was the request the message gave. It had been sent late the previous night, and Jimin worried already about Yoongi’s sleep schedule. Jimin responded, ‘Sure, come over whenever!’. It was his day off, which meant that he had nothing to do all day. He could have visited his friends, Namjoon and Jin, but he assumed that they would want their lovey dovey disgusting sappy basically- married- ness to themselves for awhile. Jimin got out of bed wearing the letterman jacket and pocketed his phone in case Yoongi texted again. He shook his head to clear out the morning fuzz and it failed. It anything, the movement made him more tired.
He went to his kitchen to make himself breakfast, and, after some time spent cooking, felt his phone buzz against his thigh. ‘Be over in 20’ the message said. Jimin was too tired to read the contact name and, since he didn’t have many close friends, he assumed it was Namjoon impromptu- texting him about meeting up. He had not had anything to eat and was barely awake. He had made the only recipe he could make while mostly asleep- rice with fried eggs. It took forever, and when he was nearly done he heard his doorbell ring. Odd, he thought to himself. Usually Jin just lets himself in. He went to the front door, forgetting that he was wearing his pajamas, and opened it.
Yoongi was standing there. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw him, and Yoongi’s eyes betrayed the surprise he saw as well. The tiny, yellow-haired omega in pajamas and his letterman jacket from the night before, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Jimin, never one to forget his manners, opened the door further to let Yoongi in. “Good morning,” Jimin tiredly slurred. He then turned around and walked right back to the kitchen. It had been too long since he had had actual guests over, and it seemed that he had forgotten how to treat people who were not friends so close they acted like family.
When he saw that Yoongi hadn’t followed him, he beckoned him over. He then went into the kitchen and got out the breakfast he had just finished. He plated some for himself and some for Yoongi, and then brought them over to the table. He then sat down, beginning to eat. Yoongi started eating as well, eyes never straying from Jimin’s face. “Good morning to you too, Jimin.” Yoongi said with warmth in his voice, “Also, what the hell is this.” Jimin, after eating a bit, finally came to his senses, eyes widening with surprise. He began to talk quickly to cover up how flustered he was.
“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry I was making breakfast and I forgot that you were coming so I didn’t even change for you and I’m so sorry now you probably hate me and think that I’m not even trying and that I’m a bad omega-” he was about to continue to spiral out of control when a finger on his lips silenced him. Yoongi looked at him with so much care in his eyes that Jimin nearly got whiplash. “You’re beautiful.” Was all Yoongi got out. He then inhaled, collected himself, and looked Jimin back in the eyes. “This wasn’t what I expected, but it was sure better.” He looked Jimin up and down, allowing his gaze to travel over his whole body. Jimin blushed and went back to eating. He realized belatedly that he was still wearing Yoongi’s letterman jacket, and he took it off to hand it back to him. “What about….you keep it until it smells like you.” Yoongi suggested.
Jimin’s eyes widened impossibly more but he nodded all the same. They finished their food and, for lack of anything better to do, went over to sit on Jimin’s couch. Jimin selected a random movie and pressed play, not caring what it ended up being. Apparently Yoongi didn’t care either. As soon as the movie started he efficiently picked Jimin up and deposited him straight into his lap. There was no protest from Jimin other than a surprised squeak.
Yoongi’s arms settled over Jimin and he bathed in the scent surrounding him. Yoongi smelled Jimin’s hair and pressed soft kisses to it. He fluttered these small kisses over Jimin’s head and down to the tops of his ears, then the sides. Then he moved on to Jimin’s neck, lips moving softly and slowly. Jimin soaked up the attention and leaned back into Yoongi’s firm chest. Settled like that, the pair fell asleep.
When Jimin woke up he was being held onto by Yoongi, still secured in his lap. When he tried to get up, Yoongi, still very obviously asleep, whispered, “My omega..” and gripped him with a little more strength. Jimin instantly went pliant under his arms at that utterance, and just watched Yoongi’s peaceful face as he slept. Jimin did not know how long he was like that, curled up and content within the scent he loved already, gazing at the face of the man who had been nothing but kind and loving to him since they had met.
After a while, he could not stop himself. He pressed a brief kiss to Yoongi’s lips, feeling the warmth radiate from them. Yoongi’s eyes instantly opened and he pulled Jimin against him. “Did I just dream this, or did the boy I’ve been infatuated with for the last 36 hours just kiss me?” he said it more to himself than to Jimin, but Jimin took the opportunity when he saw it, “I just kissed the man I’ve felt protected by and have been infatuated with for the past 36 hours, yes.”
Jimin was instantly pulled into an embrace. He dropped his head onto the crook of Yoongi’s shoulder and inhaled his scent. He felt safe, warm, and loved.