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2.4k of fluff I wrote earlier this week thanks to randomly telling Helena (Helli225) that I wanted to write a little marshmallow-y, fluffy one shot and subsequently brainstorming with her for half an hour to come up with this bunch of silly heheh.
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The first time it happened, Jungkook suspected nothing.
“Baby? I’m home.”
“Wait right there!”
Jungkook stared as Jimin came barreling around the corner into the hallway, sliding along the hardwood floor in his socks and crashing into Jungkook with a small ‘oof.’
The alpha was bewildered, but caught him easily, steadying the agitated omega in his arms.
“Baby?” Jungkook laughed. “Where’s the fire?”
“Ha ha, very funny,” Jimin rolled his eyes, gathering the alpha by the elbow and inching him back toward the door to their apartment.
“What are you doing?”
“Can you just...just wait outside for a minute,” Jimin said breathlessly, shooting a worried glance over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen.
“Did you break something?” Jungkook asked.
Jimin scoffed.
“Just...can you please wait outside. I’ll be two minutes. Promise.”
“Okay,” Jungkook said, smiling down at him. Oh, yeah, he definitely broke something.
True to his word, Jimin opened the door a couple of minutes later, stepping back to let the alpha inside.
“You can come in now,” he said softly, leaning against the door.
Jungkook stepped forward, shaking his head and dropping a soft kiss on the apologetic omega’s lips.
“Hi, baby.”
~~
The second time it happened, Jungkook was confused.
“Babe? I picked up dinner.”
“You did?” Jimin said, smiling when the alpha came into the kitchen, dropping the bags on the table.
“Hi,” Jungkook said, leaning down to depositing a quick kiss on his lips, nuzzling his cheek.
“You have flour on your face,” he said, smiling fondly as he brushed Jimin’s chin with the pad of his thumb. “Were you baking?”
“Oops,” Jimin laughed, swiping a hand over his face. “I was doing some reorganizing in the pantry.”
“Ah, let me admire your work,” Jungkook said, taking a couple steps toward the cupboard.
“No!” Jimin scrambled to the door and slamming it closed just as Jungkook started to open it.
“What–”
“Ah, it’s not ready yet,” Jimin said hastily, slipping in between the alpha and the door, leaning his back against it.
“Okay,” Jungkook said, baffled, letting go of the handle.
He took a step back and turned toward the refrigerator. “What do you want to drink?”
“I’ll get it!” Jimin leapt forward, falling into the door of the refrigerator and effectively shutting it when Jungkook reached for that, too.
“I mean, you just have a seat and relax. Let me take care of you.”
Jungkook blinked at him, bewildered by the omega’s antics. “Oo..kay,” he drew out the word, making no move to sit down at the table.
“What’s going on, Jimin?”
“What do you mean?” the omega asked nervously. “Nothing’s going on.”
“Why can’t I look in the fridge?”
“Don’t be silly. Of course you can look in the fridge,” Jimin countered, his hands poised at his hips. “I just want to take care of you tonight,” he pouted. “Is it so terrible for me to want to look after my alpha? You work so hard.”
The omega reached for him, massaging his small fingers into the alpha’s shoulders as he turned him around and began walking him toward the table. “Think of it as an early birthday present.”
Jungkook sat down obediently, his expression turning fond as he looked up at the omega with an affectionate, albeit puzzled, smile
“I mean, I won’t say no to that,” he said, reaching for the omega’s waist and tugging him forward. “How about you be my present?”
Jimin giggled. “Great,” he said, hopping away from him. “What would you like to drink?”
Jungkook’s eyes followed him around the room, his gaze turning predatory as the omega slipped out of his reach.
“Whatever you’re having,” the alpha murmured, eyes darkening as he watched Jimin raise up on his tip-toes to pull two glasses down from the cupboard.
“I’ll have what he’s having?” Jimin asked with a laugh, turning around and sucking in a sharp breath as he found Jungkook suddenly standing behind him, his smoldering gaze trained on his full, pouty lips and Jimin’s pink tongue darted out, unconsciously licking them.
“Something like that,” the alpha smirked, before he descended on the omega.
They didn’t resurface for dinner until much, much later.
~~
The third time it happened, Jungkook was hurt.
“Hi, baby. I’m downstairs, can you buzz me in? I forgot my key card,” Jungkook said as soon as Jimin picked up his phone.
“Ah, yeah, sure. Just give me one sec.”
There were some fumbling noises followed by a loud yelp and a crash in the background, then what sounded like muffled curses and whispering.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yep,” Jimin breathed, holding the phone to his ear again. “On my way now.”
A second later, the lobby door clicked and Jungkook pushed it open, heading for the elevators.
“See you in a minute,” he said, pressing the button for their floor.
He found the door locked when made it to their apartment. Frowning, he knocked and waited for Jimin to come and let him inside.
Oranges.
That was the first thought Jungkook had when Jimin finally opened the door. He could smell oranges. Oranges and something richer like a dark chocolate. It was bitter to Jungkook's nose. The thought was fleeting, however, as he was suddenly distracted by the fact that the omega hadn’t actually let him inside. Jimin had opened the door just wide enough for him to stick his head out and shove a piece of paper into Jungkook’s hands.
“Can you run to the store and pick some things up for me, baby?” Jimin asked, sounding winded. “Here, I’ll take your briefcase.”
“Sure, but can I just–”
“Thanks, baby! You’re a lifesaver.”
And the door slammed shut.
Jungkook stared at it, alone in the hallway, a deeper frown etching across his features. He looked down at Jimin’s list and let out a bark of incredulous laughter.
-radishes
-meat
-coffee
-peanut butter
-beans
What kind of shopping list is this? he thought, horrified, praying that the omega didn’t intend for all of this to be included in the same meal. He hadn’t even specified what kind of meat!
With another frown, Jungkook recognized the same citrusy scent he’d noticed in their apartment last week and the week before as well and his heart shuddered as he came to an aching realization.
Jimin was not alone.
As he trudged back down to the lobby, he ran through the events of the past few weeks in his head. Jimin nervously making him wait in the hallway. Jimin keeping him from going into the pantry. And now, the omega wouldn’t even let him into the apartment at all.
The omega was obviously hiding something. Or someone, his very unhelpful brain supplied, and his alpha let out a furious growl that quickly dissolved into a pitiful whimper.
Jimin would never cheat on him, Jungkook scolded himself. There would be a logical explanation for the omega’s odd behaviour and there would be a logical explanation for the citrus smell so often wafting through their apartment lately, too. He just needed to put on his big boy pants and ask his boyfriend about it like an adult.
~~
By the night of his birthday dinner, Jungkook had not asked his boyfriend about it like adult.
Instead, he’d petulantly spent the days leading up to party at Tae and Yoongi’s house moody and quiet.
Jimin had worried, fussing over him and trying to coax the alpha into telling him what was on his mind, but Jungkook had waved him off, assuring the omega that he was only stressed from work.
At first, Jimin had looked dubious, annoyed even, but as the days passed, the omega's spirit had wilted. Jimin had tried to put on a brave face and soldier on with the party preparations, but he now carried a fog of dejection in sharp contrast to his usual bubbly, smiling self. Jungkook's heart ached, his alpha alternating between furiously huffing at him for neglecting their omega and whining at him for not doing anything about it.
Now they were standing, shoulder to shoulder, at their friends front door in heavy silence. Jungkook glared angrily at the doorbell before smashing the button with his thumb, signalling their arrival.
Yoongi let them in, greeting them and ushering them into the living room where the rest of their friends were waiting. Brightly coloured balloons and streamers decorated the space, with a giant, homemade ‘Happy Birthday Jungkook’ banner that hung from a curtain rod above the window topping it all off.
Jungkook had never felt more miserable.
“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon approached with a shy but happy smile, his arm around the waist of a tall brunette with broad shoulders. “I’d like you to meet Kim Seokjin. My boyfriend.”
Jungkook smiled politely, reaching out a hand to shake Seokjin’s. “Please to mee–” he choked on his sentence. This was the scent!
The crisp, citrusy scent that had been tormenting Jungkook for the better part of a month, driving him half mad with worry that Jimin, his Jimin, was secretly seeing another alpha, was now swirling around them, undiluted and potent.
“But you’re an omega!” Jungkook blurted before he could stop himself.
Jimin gaped at him. “Jungkook-ah!”
Namjoon clears his throat awkwardly, eyes darting between Seokjin and his friend. Jin immediately broke out into an understanding smile, seemingly unbothered.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Jungkook-ssi.”
“Uh, and you know Jimin already,” Namjoon continued.
“Hi, hyung,” Jimin gave the other omega an embarrassed wave, stealing furtive glances at Jungkook out of the corner of his eye.
Jungkook was staring hard at him. “Jimin, can I talk to you for a minute.”
Jimin blinked, puzzled. “Uh, yeah, of course. Excuse us,” he said, smiling apologetically at Namjoon and Jin.
Jungkook reached for Jimin’s hand, tugging him away from the couple and into the kitchen. He sucked in a breath when they entered the room, overpowered by citrus again. It was everywhere, he realized belatedly, but definitely much stronger in the kitchen - a fact that has his alpha pumping territorial pheromones everywhere. He was sure the people in the other room would smell his possessive outburst soon if they hadn't already, but Jungkook pushed away any thought of caring, his alpha instinctively focusing only eradicating any scent other than that of himself and Jimin.
“Jungkook-ah, what’s going on?” Jimin asked worriedly.
“I feel like a crazy person,” Jungkook said, running his hand through his hair and shaking his head.
“Talk to me. Please...please, let me help you,” the omega pleaded. “This is killing me. My omega is killing me.”
He was greeted with silence.
“Is it me?” Jimin asked, his voice cracking.
“How do you know Kim Seokjin,” Jungkook asks bluntly, fighting his instinct to reach for the omega, to scent him and comfort him.
Jimin stares at him, flabbergasted. Then it clicks.
“Are you…” he sniffed. “Baby, are you jealous?”
Jungkook balks, barely suppressing a whine. “I’m not…” he lowers his voice as loud laughter filters in from the other room. “I’m not jealous.”
All of the tension leaves Jimin’s body in an instant and for the first time in days he doesn’t feel like crying. Instead, his eyes are twinkling. “You absolutely are.”
Jungkook looks away with a pout. “Our apartment smells like him.”
“Baby, Kim Seokjin is a pastry chef,” Jimin said, peering up at the alpha with a soft smile. “I met him at the grocery store a month ago when I ran into him and Joon-hyung shopping. I was stressing about your birthday party and wanting to make you something from scratch. They sorted me out when I was standing in the middle of the baked goods aisle, pulling out my hair, and Jin-hyung’s been giving me lessons on how to bake.”
“You...what?” Jungkook stared at him.
Jimin laughed softly, grabbing the alpha’s hand and pulling him over to the fridge. “Go ahead, open it.”
“Jimin-ah…”
“Just open it so I can tease you, you big, baby alpha.”
Jungkook glared at him, but opened the door. No sooner had he peered inside when Jimin was reaching on his tip toes and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
Jungkook shook his head, incredulous.
“You baked me a cake.”
“I baked you a cake,” Jimin beamed at him.
“I am such an idiot,” Jungkook said, pulling Jimin against him and pressing his nose into his hair and inhaling the omega’s soft vanilla into his lungs.
Jimin said something, but it was muffled against Jungkook’s chest. He loosened his grip on the omega and peered down at him. “What was that?”
Jimin gazed up at him, eyes shining with affection. “I said you’re my idiot.”
Jungkook let a low growl rumble through his chest. “Yours.”
After a few minutes of desperately needed scenting and cuddling, they rejoined their friends in the living room and Jungkook apologized, reintroducing himself to Seokjin, who waved him off, promising he’d taken no offence.
When dinner was ready and they were all filtering into the dining area, Jungkook leaned down to Jimin to teasingly whisper in his ear “does this mean you’re going to start cooking for me, too?”
Jungkook choked when the omega grinned devilishly and whispered right back that he would, but only if Jungkook agreed that Jimin would be the dessert.
And it was for that reason that their friends all looked up, bewildered, as an uncharacteristically embarrassed Jungkook entered the kitchen, face red as a tomato, and Jimin followed after him with a triumphant cackle.
After dinner, Jungkook was holding Jimin’s hand under the table, their fingers threaded tightly together, as they chatted and laughed with their friends. Unbeknownst to Jungkook, Jimin signalled Taehyung and the other omega nudged Yoongi with his elbow before getting up from his seat, slipping away into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the lights suddenly dimmed, and Jungkook looked up to see Yoongi grinning at him from across the room, his hand on the switch. A second later, Taehyung emerged from the kitchen carrying Jimin’s cake, now adorned with twenty-four flickering candles, and their friends started singing.
Jungkook, though shy at being the sudden centre of focus, could only grin, his chest bursting with happiness as he leaned down to Jimin, breathing an “I love you” into the petite omega’s ear. Jimin's smile was radiant as he turned, gazing at the alpha beside him adoringly before reaching up and pressing a quick kiss to his lips.
“Love you, too.”
Fin.