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jimin pouts at the dark wood of his door, hand longingly curled around the handle.
all his friends are gathered in the living room of tae's and his apartment. chatting and laughing and making cuddle-piles wherever the limited space allows. they have only one small sofa, one fuzzy ikea armchair, and most of the carpet in front of the tv is occupied by a coffee table. it's cozy nonetheless (or maybe precisely because of that), and jimin would like nothing more than being a fluffy blanket burrito snuggled amidst his friends, under the warm glow of fairy lights, bathing in physical affection and their combined scents interwoven with the smell of whatever food they're sharing.
but jimin's door stays closed. he can't have that today. he's sick, not so much to be completely knocked out but definitely contagious, and he doesn't want to give the others a cold as well, no matter how much they assured they wouldn't mind.
his inner omega perks at the sound of one particular voice. instinctively jimin tries taking a deep breath to catch a whiff of his favourite scent, momentarily forgetting the uselessness of his stuffy nose.
nothing. he can't smell anything, not even the one scent that scrambles his brain into a blissful puddle of goo at a regular basis.
a low, miserable whine bubbles at the back of his throat, and his heart clenches. he wants yoongi. he's sick and alone and at least wants to smell the alpha if he can't be in his company already. on top of the fleece pyjama pants, hems stuffed into a pair of fuzzy socks, jimin even wears yoongi's hoodie the alpha forgot here after their last hangout. it's huge and soft and carried so much of his scent it made jimin feel as if yoongi was in his room with him.
but the intensity naturally faded. and now jimin can't pick up the last remnants due to his cold.
the omega's bottom lip starts to wobble, and he leans his forehead against the cool wood in defeat. he strains his ears for more of yoongi's voice. but seconds pass without hearing it, and he's fighting down another whimper when suddenly three gentle knocks sound from the other side of the door.
"jimin-ah?"
he gasps, heart stumbling in eagerness to increase speed. he barely holds back from ripping the door open and throwing himself into the alpha's arms.
"jimin-ah." it's already overwhelming how gentle yoongi sounds. the deep rumble of his voice pours warm honey into jimin's stomach, welcome nectar for dozens of tiny butterflies. he sags a bit against the wood.
"h-hello, hyung..." it comes out as only a small, timid croak, and the omega winces slightly about the ugly sound. why does yoongi approach him now, where he's the exact opposite of cute or pretty? he sounds sick and probably smells like it too. and despite knowing the alpha is anything but shallow like this, jimin is a thousand times shyer than already usual being in such a state in front of the man he is helplessly pining after for a shameful amount of time.
"jimin-ah. can you open the door for me, please?" does he sound relieved? jimin's omega for sure thinks so, urging him to stop separating himself from yoongi so the alpha can take care of him.
jimin's warm face heats up even more. he's so busy with valiantly squashing the images his omega throws at him of yoongi coddling him back to health, that jimin doesn't notice his hand moving without his bidding until he's staring at a broad chest instead of unanimated wood.
the cheerful blabber of his friends is louder now, but jimin registers it only vaguely. as if hypnotized he looks up to meet familiar slanted eyes that crinkle under a soft smile when their gazes finally lock.
so warm. so, so warm.
a part of jimin is relieved the door is only opened about two palms wide. it prevents him from embarrassing himself even further by melting right into yoongi's chest.
"there you are." the alpha makes a subtle, pleased rumble that makes jimin's heart stumble over its next beat.
"h-hello." he whispers dumbly. "w-what do you want?" jimin wants to slap himself for how rude that sounded.
yoongi doesn't bat an eyelash.
"you called." he says instead. still gentle but a bit more serious, brows slightly drawn together. the answer only heightens jimin's confusion. because he for sure didn't call out for anybody. especially not yoongi.
"i...what?"
the alpha looks indecisive for a brief moment, then gives another small smile. "i just- you're wearing my hoodie."
jimin startles out of his reverie about how yoongi's black strands fall over his forehead slightly mussed, as if someone ruffled his hair. the omega's eyes grow wide in shock. "oh-oh my god, i'm so sorry, hyung, i-...i didn't mean-... i just-" while spewing a useless rapid-fire of choppy apologies at the silent alpha, jimin scrambles to pull his arms inwards out of the hoodie's sleeves. "i didn't mean to keep it, really! you forgot- and i just- i'm so sorry- you're getting it back of course-"
"jimin-ah, stop." before jimin can start pushing the fabric over his head two big hands gently curl around his upper arms. the omega immediately stops his struggle and deflates with an embarrassed whimper. what does yoongi think of him now? is he annoyed that jimin didn't notify him of the forgotten item days ago, does he find it creepy that jimin wears it? they're friends, but sharing clothes is very unusual outside of romantic relationships. did he make yoongi uncomfortable? just because jimin is desperately in love with him doesn't mean yoongi also-
and the stupid cold prevents him from smelling yoongi's scent. he can't determine if the alpha's mood soured or not, and that makes his anxiety go haywire. he whimpers and squirms in the tender hold, a beginning headache throbbing at his temples.
"it's okay, jimin-ah. it's okay. i'm not mad. you can wear my hoodie as much as you want."
"but i can't smell it!" just blubs over jimin's lips in his agitation.
"what?" the alpha's voice has a quiet softness jimin doesn't register, he just barrels. on. "i-i can't smell it. the scent is almost gone and my nose is so stuffy and i can't smell it." desperately he ducks down to nuzzle into the hoodie's collar, but again, nothing. the next noise building in his throat is a sob. his headache pounds and tears prickle in his eyes, and he still can't smell yoongi's comforting scent.
suddenly the alpha's hands leave, and jimin almost cries out loud. that's it. yoongi is weirded out by him. he'll never-
it gets worse when yoongi swift yet carefully pulls the hoodie off of him. he curls into himself, arms wrapping around his middle and shivering in the thin t-shirt he's wearing beneath. he feels his heart starting to crack, and his omega howls in accusation for making the alpha angry at them.