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Jimin led Yoongi through the door of their apartment. He wordlessly sat him down on the sofa as his husband watched him carefully. Despite couldn't smell anything due to the scent pack Jimin used, being quite observant alpha as he was, Yoongi could sense the anger radiating off his omega. But he chose not to say anything just in case it would fuel his anger. Jimin had dropped his gym bag and his jacket onto the floor and walked over to him, his fringe covering his eyes. Yoongi swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing.
“Why did you do that?” Jimin bent over, his face inched closer to Yoongi. His hands were on his hips with one eyebrow raised. A typical habit he did when he was angry. Jimin looked straight into his eyes. They were fiery, his lovely grey jewels dancing with rage. Ah… it’s almost Christmas and here Yoongi got a heavily pouting omega all for himself. He didn’t mind it at all though.
Yoongi really loved his omega, Jimin was so passionate and he didn't mind his hot-temperament and clumsy side, it made their relationship much more exciting. His eyes wondered around his omega’s body, admiring the man standing before him. Yoongi was very careful not to let a grin slip out.
“It's my job to protect you, Jimin-ah.”
Sighing, Jimin face palmed. “Don’t you tell me that Alpha bullshit, you yourself hate that stereotype, Hyung. And I can look after myself! I just... my feet happened to slipped, no big deals. You know I'm clumsy and all. You shouldn't bother to catch me!” He looked at him again. “Besides you have to go to work don't you? How can you finish that project with the new girl group with that broken arm!”
“Well. It doesn't really matter since I'm the boss of the company anyways.” He didn't mind being away from work. It was another excuse to stay with his omega. “And I’ve got a highly capable Namjoon by my side.” Yoongi couldn't hold his grin back anymore.
“You think this is funny, Mr. Min?” Jimin gripped the collar of his shirt and stared right into his eyes. He noticed how Yoongi’s eyes began to stray, whilst his smirk widened. He finally met his line of sight and released his collar to smack his head. “Min Yoongi you knothead!”
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“Jimin-aaah. I'm hungry. You have to feed me.”
“Cook something yourself you knothead.”
“It's not my fault you were trying to seduce your mate.”
He looked up from his phone and gave him a glare. “I wasn't trying to seduce you! You were supposed to be listening to me! Yet you were looking down my shirt, ugh!”
He pouted. “Why would I ever ignore the sweet melody of my omega's voice? And don’t act like you hate it.” Yoongi did not deny looking down his shirt to peek at his omega's supple pecks.
“Shut up Min!”
“You really need to stop calling me 'Min'. We're both Min now remember? Ever since you agreed to be mine.”
For all Jimin cared, this was not a perfect time to showed the possessive streak within him.
“Leave me alone!” He grumpily got up from the sofa with the cutest angry pout.
“But you have to cook something for me!”
“I already told you to do it yourself.”
Yoongi gave him the saddest look he could muster. “But… I hurt my arm.” He held up the cast on his left arm.
“You mostly use your right hand anyways. You can do it yourself.” Jimin walked towards their bedroom.
“Hm... don’t tell me this is neglect play?”
“Yah! Min Yoongi!” Yoongi could almost hear his blushing. It’s cute how his angry omega would deny his own favorite activity.
“Jimin-aaah. Please? You have to look after your dear husband don't you? I'll starve to death if I don't eat.”
There was silence for a little while. Then he heard the shuffling of Jimin’s slippers as he appeared into the living room again.
“You won't starve to death you idiot alpha.” He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. “Fine. It's dinner time anyways.” Jimin saw him grinning. Before Yoongi could say anything, he said, “D-don't expect anything good though, you know I'm not good at cooking!” He ran away embarrassed that he had given in.
Yoongi grinned. His omega was really too cute.
An hour later, the sun was beginning to set behind the line of buildings in Seoul. Yoongi waited with patience, his omega would be done soon. His broken arm rested on the arm of the sofa had a sort of dull ache but it was nothing unbearable for Yoongi. He was glad he had gotten hurt instead of Jimin. He was his number one priority after all. Jimin had gotten very worried and had taken him to the nearest hospital. While he thought it was not that hurt, they discovered that there was a fracture on his arm. He knew that Jimin would get mad at him but he didn't mind.
“I-it's done.” Jimin was standing under the arch of the wall, in a frilly apron he had gotten for Yoongi. A tea towel separated his hands from the hot handles of the pot. He watched him laid down the pot on a kitty-patterned heat mat. He shuffled back into the kitchen to retrieve two soup bowls and spoons.
While he was gone, Yoongi lifted the lid of the pot. Unsurprisingly, Jimin had managed to create some sort of orange concoction in the kitchen. It didn't smell too bad though. It smelt like regular corn soup.
Jimin came back to the living room and began to scoop some of his concoction into the bowls. He accidentally spilt a little of the soup onto his hand.
“Ouch!” He wiped it away with the tea towel and looked at his hand. Yoongi gently took his hand to inspect the wounded area. Jimin’s eyes met his as he watched, slightly entranced by his alpha's gaze. Yoongi began licking his hand seductively, not breaking eye contact with his lovely omega.
“Yum, I love the taste of my favorite Jimin.”
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For the second time of the day, Yoongi was nursing his head, sitting dejected on the sofa.
Jimin slammed a bowl down on the coffee table in front of him. “Eat.”
He began eating his portion, his face instantly contorting at the taste.
“Are you not going to eat?” Jimin asked him.
“I want you to feed me.”
“Feed yourself.”
“But Jimin-aaah…. You have to look after me remember?”
He stilled for a second but eventually gave in. “Fine.”
Kneeling down on the floor between his husband's legs, he took his bowl and scooped a spoonful of soup and nervously brought it to his lips.
“You have to blow it for me.”
Jimin blushed at the innuendo.
“Thinking of dirty things Jimin-ah? Fancy doing those things after this?”
“Shut up! I’m not done angry with you!”
Jimin vigorously blew on the soup thrice and shoved the spoon into Yoongi’s mouth. Flustered by his thoughts, Jimin spilt some soup again. But this time, it had stained Yoongi's dress shirt.
He gasped and reached for the tea towel. “Sorry,” he muttered, his blush was brighter than the sun setting behind him.
He smiled at his adorable omega wiping his shirt. “Help me take it off?”
Blushing even more, he timidly looked up and muttering, “You know you can do it yourself.”
He grinned at him and opened his mouth to speak.
“Okay, okay! I have to look after my husband because you're hurt!”
“That's my Jiminie.” He began petting his head. They both stared deeply into each other's eyes. Jimin was so grateful to have Yoongi as his mate. He was always patient and kind to him. He could read right through him and catered to his every need. Jimin was still didn't quite understand why Yoongi would have ever wanted to marry and mate him while he was not a good house-omega, a stubborn one at that.
Yoongi, on the other hand, felt like the luckiest alpha on earth. He had a wonderful, beautiful omega who was independent and strong-willed. He could do almost everything himself whilst juggling the stress and pressure from his dance academy he co-owned with Hoseok. Jimin was truly caring at heart and loved to express his affection directly. He was a ball of energy. He never shy when it came to anything romantic and Yoongi loved how Jimin initiating things in their relationship, a total opposite of his calm and sleepy self. Yes, Jimin was quite stubborn when he was mad but his crescent-eyed smiles could melt anyone's heart.
The sunset shone through the curtain on their penthouse. The scene was truly romantic, setting the mood of the two newly weds.
Jimin broke away eye contact and reached up to the first button. Embarrassed, he bit his lower plump lip, something that made Yoongi slightly turned on. He continued to unbutton Yoongi shirt and felt the piercing stare of his husband. Yoongi was very still and watched Jimin unbutton his ruined shirt.
“Don't stare at me like that you knothead.”
Yoongi tilted Jimin’s chin towards him. He furrowed his brows. “You don't be so sexy then.”
Jimin looked away with a pouted and a slight blush. “Stop that! I’m still mad.”
He freed the last button and opened up to the expanse of Yoongi’s chest. Jimin realised what he had done and quickly closed his shirt again.
“Finish what you've started Jimin-ah.”
He blushed at the deep tone his husband used. It wasn't fair of him at all to use his bedroom voice.
With a heavy blush, Jimin opened the shirt again. “Lift... your arm.”
Yoongi obediently lifted his good arm and watched as Jimin gently pulled the sleeve out of his arm. Jimin leaned over his frame to pull the shirt around from the back and jolted when Yoongi kissed his neck, right at his mating mark.
“Stop that you knothead. I told you I’m still mad!”
Jimin puhed his chest away with one hand. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that Yoongi was bare chested. He retracted his hand but Yoongi caught his left wrist with his right hand.
“You know I like it when you touch me.” He purred. He guided Jimin's hand to rest it on his shoulder and made him blushed more. “Now please continue.”
Jimin obediently began moving Yoongi’s broken arm out of the other sleeve. Yoongi's grip on his other hand made the process harder.
“There you go. It's done. Now let go of my hand!”
Yoongi let go of his hand, but before Jimin could pull away, Yoongi leaned closer and circled his hand on Jimin’s shoulder. Kissing his hair and then scenting his neck. Jimin went instantly lax in his hold.
“Jimin-ah, please don’t be upset anymore. You know that I would gladly protect you again if I find you in danger, right? I know you would do the same for me.”
Jimin was silent for a while. And then he gave in and let out a sob and whimpered, “I was so scared!” Then Jimin proceed to crying out loud.
“The ladder just crushed down on you and fucking hell, Hyung! That huge ass christmas tree would too if not for Hobi hyung. And all the cables, the- the electricity, what if you got electrocuted to death-”
Yoongi chuckled, patted his hair lovingly. “You silly omega. The electricity hasn’t even been installed yet.”
Jimin let a single gasp, peeking from his embrace. “…Are you sure?”
Yoongi smiled and wiped his wet cheek. “Mhm. A little sting would not bring anyone to death, anyway.” He smirked and pinched the said cheek. Brought a mesmerizing shade of reds back on his omega’s beautiful face.
Full on embarrassment, Jimin tried to pushed Yoongi back. To no avail, for Yoongi instantly caged him harder in his embrace. “You idiot alpha! Let me go!”
“Aww… is my cute omega worried for me? Don’t worry, alpha won’t go anywhere before attending your year-end showcase and bring you the biggest, prettiest bouquet you ever see.”
Stopping his struggling, Jimin asked, “And where do you think you would go after that, then?”
“Hm…” Yoongi smiled, threaded his fingers into Jimin hair and leaned in for a kiss on his forehead lovingly.
“You see. I think our pup business is overdue. This should be a surprise but I already got tickets to Hawaii for our long awaited Honeymoon.”
Jimin gasped out loud, “You don’t!”
Yoongi stood up, laughed and balanced the pot and dishes with one hand.
“Wha- Hyung where are you going?” Too stuned to speak, he just sat there on the floor.
Yoongi looked back and smirked at his omega. “What else? I'm going to cook up a feast for my lovely omega of course.”
Jimin threw the shirt frustratingly at the back of Yoongi's head. “I know you can do everything yourself!”
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