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Dandelions (Ruth B

❝ But if you hold me

without hurting me,

You’ll be the first

who ever did ❞

Jungkook readjusts the bag straps over his shoulder. He lets out a long sigh as he scans his neighbourhood. It didn't change much during the time he was in boarding school. In fact, it was quite the exact same, with the exception of a small pharmacy and a few other necessities, it was exactly identical.

His mother had insisted he go to the 'All Alphas Baytown Boarding College’ ever since he was in diapers. Four years of boarding school were hard and stressful, but now that they was over, Jungkook was glad his mother had insisted on it. The schooling he received was worth the hysterical breakdowns on the mock tests and quizzes all year round. Now, he would relax and be lazy to his heart's content until the university applications would come in. 

Jungkook hums as he walks to his house in the lane. It too, is the same. Red paint nearly peeling off at some places, overgrown grass that hasn't seen the light of a lawn mower for what seems like years, and the same tree, as old and strong as ever, with a swing hanging from ropes. Ah, memories! 

Jungkook walks through the new fixed door (seeing how it isn't nearly falling off anymore!) and hears voices inside, buzzing excitedly with anticipation.

He was supposed to come back home a week later, but he’s finished with all his tasks, so he’s home early. Something he hasn’t told his family. It’s always fun to see the shocked, but pleased faces whenever he drops in for a surprise visit. 

Perfect, everyone's home. A wonderful surprise! 

He walks towards the kitchen: source of the giggles and laughter and frowns as he hear an unfamiliar, yet familiar voice. 

Wait, those giggles . . .

Jungkook opens at the door and instantly freezes at the sight. 

Jimin?

What's he doing here? 

His crush is in his house! Why is he here? Why's he here? —to confess his unwavering love for Jungkook—? to tell him that he, too, has been madly in love with Jungkook all along—?

"Hyung!" A surprised voice yells. "Oh my god, you’re here!" 

His fourteen year old brother, Junghyun, runs towards him, hugging him tightly as he squeals in excitement. 

Jungkook lets out a laugh as he hugs him back. "Yeah, I’m back . . . Oof, you've gotten heavy,” he adds jokingly.

"This is the best surprise ever!" Junghyun beams, hugging him tightly. It instantly makes Jungkook smile warmly. He truly missed his family. 

“How’ve you been?” Jungkook smiles, caressing his hair.

Junghyun nods vigorously. “Great! I got a D- in my maths test, so mom and dad put me off TV for a week, but I’ve been improving!”

“That’s nice to hear,” Jungkook grins.

"Hyung, this is Jimin, my babysitter!" Junghyun introduces. "Jimin, this is my hyung, the one I've told you all about!" 

Jungkook's eyes shift towards Jimin, the other boy is already looking at him—he seems as surprised as Jungkook.

Jimin's as adorable as Jungkook remembers;

with his cute button nose that's now tinted with flour, round, pink cheeks, his lips—oh, his lips—as thick and juicy, pink and luscious as ever, and faint freckles over his nose and cheeks. 

Jimin's in a short-sleeved, pink t-shirt with ripped jean shorts that barely cover his ass. Jungkook notices the gems that cover his jeans. Never beating the fairy allegations, he thinks. He's also wearing a cute yellow apron and matching oven gloves. 

Jimin smiles, cheeks turning red. "Thank you, Junghyun-ssi. We've already met before though. Jungkook-ssi, how are you?" 

To give himself some time to think, Jungkook turns to Junghyun with a raised brow.

“Jimin? Not Jimin-ssi or Jimin hyung? He’s older than you, you know," he says. 

“No!” Junghyun stomps his foot stubbornly. “He’s my Jimin and I’ll call him whatever I want.” 

Jungkook glances at Jimin, who gives him a sweet it’s-okay smile. 

"I'm well," Jungkook finally croaks out. Why did his mouth get dry all of a sudden?

Gosh, Jimin's so pretty and looking at him with those pretty doll eyes of his . . .

"You've met before?" Junghyun frowns, arms around Jungkook loosening up a bit. "Where?" 

Alarms ring in Jungkook’s head and he gulps audibly.

"Oh, what're you guys making?" Jungkook asks, glancing at the dishes on the kitchen counter, changing the subject effectively.

He doesn't want Junghyun to know (or be potentially influenced by it) that he used to sneak out of his school at midnight and walk 15 minutes to the library. Where he would meet Jimin and they'd giggle about the bizzare ‘coincidence’ of them meeting there everyday and proceed to read books in the quiet, sitting side by side, occasionally talking or cracking jokes or gasping and intriguing the other when something shocking happened in the book they were reading. 

For an entire eight months.

They laughed and shared fleeting, stimulating touches here and there, heated whispers—nothing too serious (they both liked each other but never confessed in fear of rejection), but Jungkook thought it was all lost now that the boarding school was over. Thought he'd never see Jimin again. 

But here Jimin was. In his house. Baking muffins. 

"Blueberry muffins!" Junghyun answers excitedly. "Jimin's the best at them! I'm going to marry him one day!" 

Jungkook's head whips towards Junghyun and then towards Jimin, doe eyes widening. "W-What?" He sputters. 

Jimin's burst into a fit of giggles. And Junghyun is frowning at that. Apparently, Jimin giggling isn't the best answer. 

Junghyun stops hugging Jungkook and runs to the chairs, climbing onto the kitchen counter and crawling towards Jimin. He takes Jimin's face in his palms and pecks his cheek.

"I'm going to marry you," he declares, looking straight into Jimin’s eyes. His voice is full of determination.

"Sure, my little Prince Charming," Jimin coos at Junghyun, pecking his nose. It’s obvious he thinks of it as a light joke, but Jungkook knows Junghyun and how stubborn he can get . . . Especially with the raging hormonal changes he’s probably going through at his age.

Jungkook clicks his tongue annoyedly, upset for some reason. Well, at least his name would be ‘Jeon Jimin’ then.

Now satisfied, Junghyun's attention shifts towards the muffins. Jimin cuts the muffin into bite sized pieces and feeds them to Junghyun as Jungkook walks towards the duo. 

"So . . .  babysitting, huh?" Jungkook asks, helping himself to a muffin. His eyes watch as Jimin helps himself to a muffin too.

Jimin nods, glancing at Jungkook, positively blushing, and then looking away. "Mhmm . . . ever since my college ended two weeks before yours, I've been home and babysitting Junghyun." 

"Don't you get tired of this demon?" 

Jimin gasps, looking at him with a pout that Jungkook wants to kiss away—

"He's a very sweet and affectionate kid. And he doesn't throw tantrums . . . well, most times anyway!" 

Jungkook grins, knowing all too well how his brother can get.

"What're you gonna do now?" Jimin asks, eyes looking at him, taking a bite of the muffin. "Now that you're done with school."

He's too pretty, Jungkook thinks. And his voice is so beautifully soft. Like a garden fairy playing a lyre under the enchanting moonlight. 

Jungkook gulps as Jimin's lips enclose over a section of the delicious treat, blueberry syrup sticking to his lips like saliva. 

Jungkook thinks how those lips would feel over his own.

He thinks how the blueberry syrup would look on the pretty boy, trembling underneath him, gasping and whining from the stimulation as Jungkook plunges his tongue deeper and deeper, licking the blueberry syrup clean from his—

"Jungkook-ssi?" 

Jungkook blinks. 

“Jungkook-ssi, are you okay?" 

Jimin's looking at him quizzically. He reaches out to touch Jungkook’s forehead with the back of his hands and Jungkook feels his skin burn at the touch. 

Huh? Right.

"Oh, yes . . . I'm fine. Erm, me? Oh, well, I'm just gonna laze around and play video games for a few months till the university applications come in after the result announcement." 

Jimin's looking at him, nodding, with his mouth hanging slightly ajar and Jungkook looks away before he can get any more strange thoughts. 

Turns out, looking away doesn't help.

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A week passes by fairly quick.

And Jungkook's not happy with the immense attention his crush is giving his brother . . . In fact, Junghyun seems almost smug about the attention Jimin's giving him—if his smirks directed towards Jungkook are an indication anyway!

It's bed time for Junghyun now. 

"I don't want to!" Junghyun protests. "It's only ten!" 

"Junghyun-ssi, your mother said—” 

"Yeah, yeah," Junghyun grumbles. "She won't be back today so you have to put me to bed and blablabla." He rolls his eyes, plopping down on his bed with a mad frown. 

Jimin smiles tenderly. He sits down near Junghyun. "Yes, so won't you be a good boy and have a bath now?"

"No!"

Jimin puts on his best pouty face. His lower lip wobbles and he looks at Junghyun with doll eyes. "Will you be this troublesome after we're married too? Maybe I should marry someone who listens to me . . ." Jimin says, sighing dramatically, checking his nails. 

That catches Junghyun's attention. "I-I won't! I promise! I'll be good and take my bath—so don't marry anyone else!" He yells hurriedly, springing up and rushing to the bathroom, Jimin following him with a giggle. 

He bumps into Jungkook on the way, who catches him by the waist and steadies him before he can fall. Jimin's breath hitches as he makes eye contact with Jungkook. The areas where Jungkook's touching him feels very hot and Jimin gulps, drawing his feet in together.

submit submit submit–

"Careful,fairy," Jungkook says in that hot, unbothered voice of his. Hot, deep, sexy. Whatever you wanna call it.

"Y-Yeah . . .” He looks up at Jungkook, hands resting on the alpha’s chest and is startled by their closeness. 

"Bath?" Jungkook says casually, glancing at Junghyun who's going towards the bathroom. He’s still holding his waist, softly brushing his thumb against the skin peeking out of Jimin’s shirt. 

Jimin licks his lips, mind going a bit lazy when he feels the light shivers from Jungkook’s touch. 

"Un-hun . . ." he says slowly, lost in Jungkook’s eyes.

Jimin swears he's gonna leak if Jungkook keeps staring at him with that intense stare. All of a sudden, Jimin feels very vulnerable, Jungkook's staring at him like he's a prey and Jungkook is ready to pounce. 

Honestly, Jimin's very close to submitting to Jungkook right now. If this continues, he's going to beg the alpha to fuck him right there. 

Jungkook looks away and squeezes Jimin's waist before letting him go. 

Jimin's flushing from head to toe, he's almost in a daze and nearly whines when Jungkook lets him go. He wants to wrap his arms around Jungkook, get kissed with tongue and whimper when Jungkook's fingers get shoved up his ass. He shudders when he thinks of the marks the alpha might leave on his neck, chest, thighs, ass—

"Go on," Jungkook says, exhaling heavily through his nose as he pats Jimin's ass lightly, Jimin's heart still lurching out of his chest at the motion. "Junghyun's waiting." 

"O-Okay," Jimin stutters, dashing away. He's jittery in his movement, ass jiggling, bulging out from his shorts with each step. 

Jungkook watches him leave with a dark look in his eyes. 

Jimin pulls the bathroom door open and heaves out a deep breath as he leans against the door, door closing softly behind him. 

He shakes his head, walks to the bath and opens the tap to fill the bath with warm water. 

"Jimin, are you okay?" Junghyun says when Jimin splashes water over his burning face. He never uses honorifics with Jimin, even though Jimin's much older than him, despite the fact he doesn't look like it. Jimin, however, addresses Junghyun politely even though he's older and doesn't have to.

"I'm fine, don't worry, Junghyun-ssi." Jimin smiles weakly. 

"Oh. Well, I want the blue bath bomb and my rubber ducks and my blue ship and my favourite lemon-scented bubbles and . . ."

Jimin nods, mind occupied, as he quickly searches for all the things Junghyun's mentioned and gathers them in his arms.

Once the tub is filled, Jimin fills it with bubbles and Junghyun's toys. 

He puts the bathbomb on the sink and turns to leave. "Have a nice bath, I'll lay out your clothes. And make sure to shower a bit before stepping into the bath, okay? I’ll drain the bathtub and clear everything up later, so don’t worry about that.”

He leaves the bathroom and gasps lightly as he sees Jungkook standing exactly where he was earlier. 

His concentration is directed to the reading material in his hand and he seems to be getting increasingly frustrated as he further reads it. Jimin gives himself a small pep-talk before walking past the alpha. His movements are very stiff because—well, Jungkook. Because Jungkook is looking so hot and unbothered and God knows Jimin loves it when boys are hot and unbothered. Boys as in his alpha candidates. A silly name he came up, really. 

"Forget something, Jimin-ssi?" Jungkook asks, folding up the material with his big, veiny hands.

“N-No. Just going to pick out Junghyun's . . . nightclothes and . . . and lay them on the bed . . ." Jimin's not exactly sure why he's mumbling but Jungkook just makes him feel so hot, he can't help it!

Those big, veiny hands of Jungkook could grip Jimin’s waist. Those big, veiny hands could come up to his face and tug his chin roughly. They could push into his mouth, ordering Jimin to suck. They could manhandle Jimin and throw him onto the bed. They could grip Jimin in a bruising hold, pinning his arms above his head while Jungkook's other big, veiny hand could go to his bottom and—

"Earth to Jimin," Jungkook says, blinking at him. 

It could happen.

Jimin is embarrassed but also slightly upset at the interruption of his not-so-innocent fantasies. 

"I . . ." Jimin hesitates. 

"You . . . ?" 

Jimin squirms as Jungkook squeezes his waist, this time, hold a bit rough. And that turns Jimin on.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook, their faces close to each other. Jimin's eyes are drawn to the mole under Jungkook's chin. It's funny how he never noticed it before. It makes Jimin smile slightly.

"You've got a mole under your chin," Jimin murmurs, hand instantly reaching up to touch it. 

Jimin hesitates, not sure how comfortable Jungkook is with someone touching his face. Noticing his reluctance, Jungkook lets go of his waist and engulfs Jimin’s hands in his own, bringing them up to his chin, letting Jimin trace his fingers on the mole.

Jimin’s face lightens up and Jungkook sees the way he licks his lips nervously. His breath fans over Jimin's bottom lip. 

"J-Jungkook-ssi?" Jimin whispers. 

Jungkook hums. 

Junghyun's scream of laughter has them pulling apart quickly, like they’ve been hit by an electric shock. It's like their personal heaven has been interrupted.

Later, Jimin wonders what would've happened if they had continued . . . 

Junghyun comes back in a bathrobe half an hour later while Jimin's tidying up around his room, and smiles on seeing Jimin. 

Jungkook's also in Junghyun's room, playing Minecraft on the TV which Junghyun insisted be kept in his room for a day, to celebrate his maths exam grade and how much he improved. He got a B+ this time. 

Jimin turns around with closed eyes, sitting patiently at the edge of the bed like a doll as Junghyun pulls his clothes on. Afterwards, Jimin dries Junghyun's hair softly and combs his hair.

He's more like Junghyun's personal maid than a babysitter, Jungkook thinks.

Jungkook's alpha really likes how good he's with kids. How he'd be so good with the pups Jungkook would pump into him—stop.

Jimin puts Junghyun to bed, covering him with the blanket and hands him a mug of hot chocolate. Junghyun takes it gratefully, sighing contentedly when he sees nine marshmallows in it, just as many he asked for.

"Is there any significance to the nine marshmallows you asked me to put in your hot choco?" Jimin asks with a smile as he puts the hair blower back in place. 

"Yes!" Junghyun says proudly. "The two big ones are you and me! And the other seven are our kids! We'll have an entire cricket team and, besides, you'd look so cute, pregnant with a big belly!"

Jimin chokes on air at Junghyun's words. P-Pregnant? With-With a big belly! What on Earth has Junghyun been thinking of? He’s only fourteen for goodness’ sake!

Blushing furiously, he accidentally makes eye-contact with Jungkook and blushes some more. If there’s anyone who looks more shocked at Junghyun’s words than Jimin, it’s Jungkook.

Fortunately, Jungkook spares him the embarrassment of an answer. 

"You want to torture him with seven kids? Aren't you enough of a kid for him to handle?" 

Junghyun glares at Jungkook, who merely rolls his eyes.

Mrs. Jeon had laughed when Junghyun told her he was going to marry Jimin. She had told Jimin not to worry about anything because: “Junghyun's just a kid and, although he's 14 now and going through his teenage years, he's bound to have his first crush”. First Love, Mrs. Jeon called it.

So Jimin had only smiled at her half-heartedly and looked polite when Junghyun continued the topic of their marriage. He wasn’t exactly comfortable, but he supposed he was going to have to pull through. 

While Junghyun drinks his hot chocolate, Jimin picks up the dirty clothes and towels and puts them in the laundry. 

"It's time to brush your teeth and go to bed, Junghyunie," Jimin says, sitting at the edge of the bed when Junghyun burps loudly. Junghyunie slips out of him and none of them really notice.

"Don't wanna brush my teeth!" 

"But then your teeth will fall off if they get dirty. You don't want them to get damaged now, do you? Or the tooth fairy won't come and—" 

"Jimin, I'm 14." Junghyun deadpans.

"You don't act like you're 14," Jimin grumbles with a pout. "Now, come on, brush your teeth quickly." 

Junghyun sighs and compiles, going to brush his teeth. He's back in a heartbeat and climbing in his bed. 

"Jimin, sleep with me," he demands when Jimin begins to leave. Jungkook pauses, wide eyes darting between his brother and crush.

"Hmm?" 

"I'm scared to sleep alone . . . stay till I sleep." 

"Oh, okay."

Jungkook watches with eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as Jimin lies down in bed next to Junghyun and yawns. He seems exhausted too. 

Jungkook is jealous beyond the roof. Junghyun, that little sneak!

Junghyun hums happily, immediately hugging Jimin and burying his face in his chest. He would've felt Jimin's nipples through the shirt, but he's too tried and sleepy. He tangles their legs together and purrs when Jimin softly brushes his hair, lulling him to sleep. 

Jimin doesn't mean to but he falls asleep too, very snug and sleepy.

Jungkook shuts down the computer after an hour and glances at the bed.

Jimin's shirt has risen up slightly and Jungkook can see his belly button, soft tummy peeking out. His shorts have risen even higher, if that’s possible, and all Jungkook wants to do is leave kisses all over Jimin’s adorable pouting face.

Jungkook adjusts his shirt gently and covers him with a blanket, softly brushing his hair as he looks at him. 

He really really likes Jimin. At first, he thought it was merely the attractive forces, but now all he wants is the softness, sex be damned if it has to.  

Jungkook’s line of vision travels to the sleeping body next to Jimin and he sighs as he sees Junghyun hugging Jimin. Honestly, he wants to switch bodies with Junghyun now. 

What if he tells mom he needs a babysitter too? The same babysitter Junghyun has. 

Jungkook groans at his own thoughts and shakes his head as he squeezes Jimin's (face) cheeks softly, making his lips pucker outwards in a pout before heading out. He’s got a soft smile adorning his face. 

A few hours later, Junghyun wakes up, thirsty. He reaches for the glass of water that Jimin put on the bed side-table and gulps it down. 

Jungkook walks through Junghyun's room at that moment, glancing inside Junghyun’s room through the glass window.  

Jimin stirs in his sleep, pouting at the absence of a warm body.

"Junghyunie, come back to bed~" he whines, eyes closed, pawing at the bed where Junghyun's supposed to be asleep. The sight has Jungkook instantly hard. Oh, he looks like . . . Like an omega begging his alpha to come cuddle him after his alpha is done . . . pounding him . . . hard.

His shirt has risen even higher now, chest almost out and Jungkook's quite sure he'll expose himself if he moves one inch more.

Jungkook pokes his cheek with his tongue, annoyed, jealous, and desperate. He wants to be the one next to Jimin so bad!

If he were dating Jimin, he’d punish him by spanking that ass hard for sleeping with someone else. Hard and fast, until the boy would be begging him to stop. 

He imagines Jimin with his ass up, trying to convince Jungkook that he'd be a good boy tearfully and wouldn’t do it again. He imagines spanking that ass until it would be cherry red and Jimin would whine, completely at Jungkook's mercy. 

Jungkook walks away then, thinking of ways to ask Jimin out as soon as possible and trying to stop himself from thinking such dirty things about the poor, innocent boy. 

Junghyun slips back into bed happily. He now feels Jimin's nipples through the shirt and grins to himself. 

Junghyun hitches a leg between Jimin's thighs, pressing closer and closer until he finds what he's looking for. He presses his knee against that spot again and grins as Jimin lets out a soft whine in his sleep. Junghyun makes sure Jimin's sleeping and sneaks his hands up Jimin’s shirt, brushing his nipples, grinning when he hears Jimin moan softly, still deep in sleep. He pinches them harshly and is immensely pleased when he sees the nipples harden. Junghyun pinches them again and watches as Jimin slightly stirs. 

Junghyun then presses his knee between Jimin's thighs again, looking pleased when they land on Jimin's private part, who whimpers, frown developing on his face.

Junghyun's been curious about his and Jimin's body for a while now. His hormones are making him incredibly horny and he got his first ever boner last week, when he accidentally caught Jimin changing his shirt.

Junghyun vividly remembers Jimin's chest and perky nipples, so pink and beautiful—just waiting to be sucked harshly. Waiting to be put on a nipple clamper. He found out what nipple clampers were when his friend brought his dad’s magazine to school. It was full of naked girls, but Junghyun thinks none of them can match Jimin’s beauty. 

Grinning, Junghyun falls to sleep. 

Jimin wakes up the next day and is horrified when he sees that he's somehow leaked in his panties over the night! How could he, with the kid he's babysitting right next to him?! Jimin prays for forgiveness, not knowing that it was Junghyun who toyed with him the night before.

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Jimin's playing with Junghyun right now, with his cars and balls. 

"Uh-oh," Junghyun says, dropping his ball ‘accidentally’ under the bed and looking at Jimin with puppy eyes. Junghyun doesn't want to ruin the new clothes mum had bought him. 

"It's okay, I'll get it," Jimin crouches down to retrieve the ball, obviously weak to puppy eyes. Everyone in the neighbourhood knows it—and they often take advantage of it. 

Jungkook clears his throat and looks away as the boy bends down, ass pushing out from the shorts he's wearing. His soft, unblemished, fat ass. Jungkook's honestly never seen an ass prettier. 

He catches Junghyun staring at Jimin, almost drooling. Why that little shit— 

"Here," Jimin emerges, handing the ball to Junghyun, and Jungkook quickly retracts his hand from where it was about to smack Junghyun. 

"Jimin, can we go to the beach tomorrow?" He says eagerly, ball forgotten. 

"Hmm?" Jimin says, eyebrows coming together as he thinks. "Of course, but we'll have to get permission from your parents first." 

"Yay!" Junghyun kisses Jimin's cheek and seats himself in his lap, shooting Jungkook a grin as he does so. 

Junghyun adjusts a bit in the poor boy's lap, making him gasp and squeak. 

"J-Junghyun, why don't you sit there for a b-bit?" Jimin says shakily, squirming as Junghyun continues to move around, putting all his weight on Jimin’s private area on purpose. 

"I like it here."

Jungkook glares at Junghyun, smacking the back of his head as he walks past. 

"Ouch!" Junghyun cries, turning around and hiding his face in Jimin's chest. Jungkook sputters when he sees Junghyun rub his face in Jimin's chest—masking it as though he's crying! 

Jungkook didn’t even hit him that hard!

"Oh no, are you okay?" Jimin says worriedly, rubbing Junghyun's head softly. He turns to Jungkook with a pout. "Jungkook-ssi, how could you?" 

Jungkook's heartstrings tug.

"It was an accident,” Jungkook says sheepishly, pulling on Junghyun's hair to get him away from Jimin. "This one is too." 

"Ow ow ow!" Junghyun wails.

"Jungkook-ssi!" 

"Just get yourself a glass of lemonade or something—I'll be right back with him," Jungkook forces out a laugh, dragging Junghyun away. 

Jungkook pulls Junghyun into his room and locks the door. Throwing him onto the bed, he looks at him angrily. 

"What was that? Explain!"

"What was what?" Junghyun says, feigning innocence. 

"Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, you pervert!" 

"I'm fourteen!"

"So act like it!" Jungkook snarls.

"He loves me because I'm small and cute!"

Jungkook gives him a you're-so-delusional look.

"That's exactly why he's so defenceless around you! And you're taking advantage of it, you sick bastard!" Jungkook says angrily. 

Junghyun rolls his eyes. "I'm gonna date him when I'm 18 anyway." 

"No, you're not, you're delusional—" Jungkook rolls his eyes. "He's too good for you and—for heaven's sake, he's 21, you're 14." 

"Love has no boundaries and age is just a number. I'll marry him and I'll kiss him too! On the mouth like mom and dad!" 

Jungkook looks at him incredulously, wanting to do nothing but beat him up. "He's only pretending to like you because you're a kid and he thinks you'll grow out of it!" 

Junghyun looks offended. "No he doesn't! I'll always love him—even more than my spiderman figurines!" 

Jungkook raises his eyebrow but then gets an idea. He slowly laughs like a maniac that has Junghyun muttering, "one brother I get and that too, an idiot." 

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Beach day is here! They got permission from the parents and, having nothing better to do, Jungkook tags along. 

"Don't you have other things to do?" Junghyun says irritatedly as Jungkook gets into the car and turns it on. 

"Not really," Jungkook grins. "We look like a couple taking our kid to the beach," Jungkook adds, looking at Jimin seated in the passenger seat. 

Jimin blushes.

When they arrive, Jimin takes the stuff out of the car, Junghyun offering to hold a basket like a 'gentleman'. 

"Anything for you, honey," Junghyun says proudly when Jimin thanks him. He walks away and Jimin looks stunned. 

"His vocabulary is improving," Jimin says to Jungkook conversationally. 

Jungkook shakes his head with a sigh. "This punk I swear . . ." 

"You look pretty," Jungkook murmers, scanning Jimin. He's wearing very short beach shorts and a white t-shirt so oversized, it covers his shorts completely. Jungkook can see the omega's orange bra from the sheer material. 

Jimin blushes. "T-Thank you . . . so do you." 

Jungkook's wearing khaki shorts and a white t-shirt similar to Jimin's, although it isn't as see through. 

"Thanks, sweetheart." 

Jimin blushes at the term of endearment and walks towards Junghyun awkwardly, clearly flustered. 

Cute, Jungkook chuckles.

A van pulls up next to their car and Jungkook smirks as he sees the kids getting out from it. 

His glorious plan in action!

He's invited Junghyun's classmates to the beach. This way, Jimin's attention will be focused on all the kids, not just Junghyun. The kids are fond of the pretty omega and the omega is fond of kids.

It's the perfect plan. Frankly, he's a genius. Or, at least he thinks he's a genius. 

"Hey guys!" Jungkook calls to them, waving a hand in greeting. 

Shouts of "Jungkook hyung!" and "Jungkook oppa!" greet him, the kids filtering past him with a high five and running towards the sea. 

With a laugh, Jungkook takes off his shirt while walking along with them. His six pack sees the light of the day at last. He took extra care of his body during the last few years, working out becoming a routine. 

Jungkook surges towards the rising tidal waves with his blue surfboard. It's been so long since he's done this! He feels a state of euphoria and a sudden heartburn as he soars past the waves. Surfing used to be his thing. His thing.

Jungkook’s always been good at surfing, winning the surfing competition every year in their little settlement. 

Jimin gasps in awe as he sees the strong alpha makes his way through the waves. He clearly has a thing for guys that are bigger than him. Bigger and stronger and so, so muscular. And he's had a crush on Jungkook ever since their first meeting in the library. 

Now, Jimin's seen a lot of dudes with Jungkook's physique. But none of them have Jungkook's heart. None of them ever stayed to listen Jimin rambling about the books he's read, about his unpopular opinions on the books, about his life and hobbies. 

Not only that, but Jungkook's shared his own opinions too. His thoughts and ideas. Jimin knows Jungkook's favourite book is Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. It's a contrast, because Jimin's favourite classic is Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. 

Oddly enough, it makes Jimin giddy and blush. 

He's so cool, Jimin thinks dreamily, squirming as he feels slick gushing out of him. Jimin gasps, he can't believe he's leaking over Jungkook's abs with kids around! Oh, God! 

Warning Junghyun not to go away from the beach, he rushes towards the bathroom stalls—to clean up his mess quickly before anyone notices his scent, getting redder and redder at his embarrassing moment. He decides to change himself into his bikini too, now that he's here. Well, all he needs to do is pull his shirt and shorts off. 

It's a pretty orange bikini set, with small pale green hearts all over. The triangular bra barely covers his tits, with green-coloured strings holding the bra in place, tied into pretty knots on his shoulder. It's so delicate, that a small readjustment would reveal his modesty. The matching underwear has a pretty ribbon bow in the middle, and it's also tied together by the green, thin strings on either side of his hip. 

Jimin blushes as he double checks the tightness of the strings. He hopes Jungkook will like it . . . He gives himself a small pep talk before leaving the room. 

When he returns five minutes later, Jungkook's still on the surfboard—as sexy as ever—the water's wet his shorts and Jimin can see the outlines of his d—where's Junghyun? 

Jimin’s heart pauses momentarily.

Did he just lose the kid he’s supposed to be babysitting?

Jimin panics, sprinting off immediately to all corners of the beach.  

"Junghyun!" He calls, palm getting sweaty. He's about to inform Jungkook before he sees a group of excited fourteen year olds.

"Junghyun?" Jimin tries, running towards them. "Junghyun, are you there?" Jimin's eyes are shining with tears when he sees Junghyun in the centre of the group. 

He lets out a long sigh of relief, nearly dropping to the ground. He hadn't realized how weak his knees had gotten.

"You're okay, Junghyun! God, I thought you were lost,” Jimin says to Junghyun as he pulls him in for a hug. 

Junghyun looks embarrassed in front of his classmates and nods in irritation.

"I'm fine. I'm fourteen, not a kid." He mutters as his classmates look on.

"And yet, your parents think you need a babysitter," Jimin smiles, patting his cheek. "Don't be embarrassed; having no adult supervision isn't cool in the slightest." 

Junghyun nods, face buried in Jimin's chest as he sighs. He's just noticed that Jimin's in a bikini and has got the audacity to blush! Junghyun's arms wrap about Jimin's waist, resting along the curve of his bottom—dangerously close to his ass. Junghyun looks upwards at Jimin, such that his mouth presses directly against where Jimin's nipple is covered by the bra. 

Junghyun has an unexplainable urge to mouth his babysitter's breasts and ass. He's ashamed for thinking that, but he can't help himself—he's feeling like this for someone for the first time and doesn't know how to stop it.

"Where are your parents?" Jimin directs towards the kids, not noticing the impure actions of the kid. 

Jimin looks weirded out with the whistles he's suddenly met with. A group of men next to them scan his body, making dirty gestures and winking at him. 

Jimin looks scandalized because: 

1) They're around 14 year olds. How can they do that around the kids especially? (He doesn't know 14 year olds these days know all about sex) 

2) Did no one teach them manners? 

Jimin suddenly feels conscious in his bikini. It doesn’t give too much coverage but — but it's pretty . . .  And Jungkook was coming too so he thought . . . he'd look pretty for Jungkook and maybe! Maybe . . . tempt him too? Maybe?

Jimin detaches from Junghyun, who's a bit reluctant to let him go. 

"Daddy's right here!" A twenty-three year old replies with a smirk that makes Jimin want to punch him. The group of men he’s with, all look big and mean.

Jimin keeps his gaze on the kids sternly. "Where are your parents, kids?" He repeats, ignoring the men.

"Oh, they dropped us off because Jungkook hyung said there's a party at the beach and we're all invited," A kid says, already looking around for something to eat. "Do we have something to eat?" 

Jimin blinks. 

What party?

Jimin looks around to make sure but . . . nope! No party in sight! 

"I think Jungkook hyung is mistaken," Jimin says slowly. 

"So we have no food?" The kid asks, looking disappointed. 

Jimin looks at him with a cute smile. “I’m afraid not, sweetheart. But you can have the sandwiches I made—” 

The group of teenagers don't look too pleased to be ignored. One of them walks towards him, hands shoved in his jeans pocket.  

"Hey, pretty boy! You deaf?" 

"Go easy on him, Minhyun!" Another voice laughs. “He looks like he’ll cream instantly if you’re rough with him.” 

His words are met with cackles and roars of laughter from his group. 

Jimin cringes at the words and knows he hasn't got a choice but to acknowledge them now. 

Trying to calm down his frightened heart, he rubs his sweaty palms on his arms and faces them.

"What do you want?" He says calmly, heart thundering wildly in his chest. He honestly just wants to run away, but there’s pre-teens around him. He can’t just leave them! 

The man—Minhyun, laughs, snapping his neck to the side to smirk at his friends. 

"Did you hear that, guys? What do we want?" He says lazily. 

They laugh like idiots and walk towards him faster. Jimin's a little scared because not only do they look stronger, but they've also got tattoos over them. A stereotypical interpretation of bad boys, but often correct. Jimin shivers, instantly taking a step back, pulling Junghyun behind him.

"What do you want?" Jimin repeats, glaring at Minhyun.

He smirks, stepping close to Jimin so that there's barely distance between them. 

He shrugs an arm around Jimin's waist. Jimin squeaks and tries to move away but Minhyun grabs his wrists before he can do so. "You are so cute.”

"Let me go!" Jimin hisses at him, struggling in his hold. 

Minhyun pulls their bodies close together and Jimin lets out a pained whimper. He tries to move, but he can't because the alpha is too strong for him.

"Stop," Jimin says. "The kids are watching." 

"I want," Minhyun whispers slowly in his ear, hand moving downwards until it reaches his ass. He squeezes the thick globe tightly in his hand, making Jimin gasp out loud. "This ass." 

"Hey!" Junghyun yells at Minhyun. "Let go of my Jimin or else!”

Minhyun laughs. "Or what, kiddo?" 

Junghyun considers. "Or my brother is going to beat you up!" 

Minhyun raises his eyebrow as the rest of his friends surround them. One of them grabs Junghyun, smacking his face hard.

"No, don't!" Jimin cries. He turns towards Minhyun. "Please don't hurt him." 

"Oh? Pretty is begging me now?" He smirks, taking Jimin's earlobe between his teeth. 

Jimin flinches, cringing as the alpha bites his ear. He tries to throw him off, but Minhyun's holding his body tightly and he won't stop fondling his ass. 

"Why don't we show everyone what you're hiding?" Minhyun laughs at Jimin, eyeing his bikini. 

Jimin's eyes widen. "No! Don't you dare!" He hisses, trying to break the hold, but he’s instantly stopped by a hard spank to his ass. His mouth drops open in a silent scream.

"Behave, pet," Minhyun bites his neck, licking it softly as he does so. "What do you say, I let the kids go in exchange for a session with you?"

Jimin freezes. He shivers as he makes eye contact with Minhyun at last. Their lips are nearly touching. 

"You wouldn't," Jimin says. “You sick bastard!”

Minhyun tugs at Jimin's bra string, making his tits jiggle. Jimin’s wrists are still held behind his back. Jimin clenches his eyes shut, forcing himself not to cry as the crowd howls and whistles watching his nipples harden. “Please, stop,” he sobs, tears overtaking him instantly. 

"It's either here in front of them all or in my bed,” Minhyun winks. “I'll treat you well, princess. I'll even shove a finger in you first." 

Jimin starts to cry loudly as Minhyun undoes his bra strings. He tries helplessly to throw him off for the nth time, but one of Minhyun’s friends takes hold of him while Minhyun squeezes his ass and works on his stings. He's nearly managed one and—

Minhyun grins. "Now you're talk—" 

He doesn't get to finish his sentence when he's punched so hard, his hands fly off Jimin and he falls to the ground. 

Jimin looks towards the man who punched him—it's Jungkook! Jimin wants to cry with relief. 

Jungkook looks absolutely livid, eyes hard and cold as he stares at Minhyun. His wet hair falls in front of his eyes, but there’s no hiding the feral eyes. His fist is tight, with drops of Minhyun’s blood splattered on it. 

His friends snarl at Jungkook as they inch towards him. He's still wet from the water, but that doesn't stop him one bit from beating all five of the assholes, one after the other. As Minhyun gets up from the ground, yelling at him, he's knocked out again by Jungkook. 

Minhyun's friends are either scared or exhausted but they don't try to do anything when Jungkook starts to beat Minhyun up. They're probably scared, because their body is covered in bruises. 

"You asshole," Jungkook growls as he delivers a punch to Minhyun's face. "Pick on someone your own size, you sicko! Not so strong now, are you?” 

"I'm sorry," Minhyun wails, blood dribbling down his mouth. "I won't—won't do it again. I’m sorry, please let me go—ah!” 

Jimin's standing frozen, one hand holding his bra in place as the left knot has become undone. There's tears running down his face and shivers taking over his body. He wants Jungkook to beat him up, but Minhyun's full of bruises and blood now, and Jungkook isn't stopping, so . . .

Thankfully, Junghyun intervenes before he has to. 

"Hyung, stop it!" Junghyun too, is crying and shivering.

Jungkook listens to him, delivering one last punch to Minhyun’s face, breaking the little teeth he has left, before letting him drop to the ground. There's blood on his hands and chest, but he doesn’t seem to care.

"Junghyun," he says, demeanor changing, hugging his brother tightly. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, hyung. But Jimin . . .”

Jungkook lets go of him, and his eyes spot Jimin who's already looking at him. 

Jungkook picks up a towel and walks over to Jimin. 

He softy gathers Jimin's face in his hands, wiping off the tears gently. Jimin doesn’t say anything, but looks at him as he does it, wiping his tears again and again when they keep falling. He looks at Jimin soothingly, assuring him no harm, as he gently takes the bra strands from Jimin's hand and ties them again. He then wraps a towel around Jimin and hugs him tightly. Not a word is spoken. 

Jimin can feel Jungkook's arm wrap around his waist—but the feeling is so different from Minhyun's earlier. It's warm and comforting and devoid of any sensuality. 

Jimin's movements are slow as he hugs him back, surrounding his arms around his neck. He buries his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck and sniffs. The sniffs turn into sobs in Jungkook's chest, who doesn't seem to mind at all. In fact, Jungkook sinks down with Jimin in his arms on the ground. He seats Jimin on his lap, readjusting the towel on him and hugs him tighter, letting him cry. 

Jimin cries and cries till his heart feels lighter, hands grabbing Jungkook's shoulders tightly, he’s sure it’ll hurt. But Jungkook doesn’t say anything. A few minutes later, he's hiccuping, head resting on Jungkook's shoulder blade and arms crossed around his neck. Jungkook's softly rubbing his back and whispering words of comfort. 

"Do you feel better?" Jungkook asks softly, brushing Jimin's hair away from his face. 

Jimin opens his eyes, then closes them again. "Mm." 

Jungkook kisses his forehead. 

"Do you want to go home?"

Jimin's arms around him tighten. 

"No," he whispers. "Wanna-wanna stay with you, please." 

"Okay." 

For a while, they sit on the sand together as Jungkook instructs the kids to play volleyball. They all listen to him except for Junghyun, who's sitting alone near the shades they set up earlier. He looks sad and upset. 

Jungkook looks at him in worry. 

Jungkook shifts in an effort to get up, but Jimin makes him stop. The boy's looking at him with puppy eyes, threatening to burst into tears if he leaves. Jungkook gulps guiltily. 

"Junghyun!" Jungkook calls. "Come here." 

Junghyun looks at him and then at Jimin. He walks towards them, looking guilty. 

"I'm sorry." He says. 

That makes Jimin and Jungkook look up, confused. They settle up and say at the same time:

"Why are you sorry?"
They look at each other with surprise and smile. 

"I couldn't protect you," Junghyun says sadly. "I said I would marry you, but I can't even get those losers away from you."

And I'm not so different from them, am I? 

"Junghyun, it's not your fault," Jimin says immediately. He turns and gestures Junghyun to sit near him. 

When Junghyun hesitates, Jimin reaches out and hugs him tightly. "Hey, you’re fourteen, you tried, but they were older and stronger. Besides, who said you had to protect me? I'll be your husband, so I'm protecting you too." 

"You deserve someone better than me," Junghyun says sulkily. "You should marry Jungkook. At least he can protect you." 

Jimin and Jungkook cough hysterically. Jimin glances at Jungkook and both of them look away.

Junghyun leaves them alone, telling them that he's gonna join go pack up so they can go back. 

Jungkook clears his throat and looks at Jimin, who seems as awkward as him, tension high.

The sun is setting low. 

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks carefully. "It must've been upsetting . . ."

Jimin looks at him with a sad smile.

"Well, this isn't really the first time it's happened. I still hated it, I don't know why this keeps happening to me and . . . Sorry, I just can't form—thoughts—I don't—" 

"It's okay," Jungkook assures immediately. "Let's go back now. I'll drop you at your house, take an early leave. Or you can stay if you like. I'm right here.” 

Jimin looks at Jungkook and he's not sure why, but in that moment—it's like his heart burst with how much he likes Jungkook. It's an overwhelming feeling and Jimin blurts out:

"You know . . . I really like you."

There's a silence at his words and it's as though Jimin's just realized the extent to of what he's said. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe I just said that! I'm so sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me—please, just forget it—"

"I like you too," Jungkook whispers softly. "I've liked you for a while now, actually." 

Jimin's breath hitches. They look at each other as the sun sets and an orange haze grows over. They can hear the sound of the waves crashing, the water nearly touching them from how close they sit to it.

"You like . . . me?" Jimin sputters, wildly gesturing towards himself as though it's impossible for Jungkook to like him.

"Yes." 

"It's not a joke?"

"No." 

"So you really like me?" 

"Yes." 

"Are you sure? Because I can't believe that you—" 

Jungkook suddenly hovers over him, face close to him. 

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers, and Jimin is lost in his eyes. A part of his brain must still be functioning because he jerks his head forward, nodding softly. 

Jungkook closes the distance between them, lips meshing together like pieces of a puzzle. It's a soft kiss, none of that sexy hunk oppa vibes (i’msorry). Jimin closes his eyes as he lets Jungkook take the lead. The alpha moves his lips softly, brushing over his lips. Jimin gasps once Jungkook thrusts his tongue in. He grips Jimin's face softly as he deepens the kiss. The omega squeaks but welcomes it, forgetting how to breathe once Jungkook's tongue explores all corners of his mouth. He sucks at Jimin's bottom lip—it's as delicious as it looked. Jungkook lets go for a second before he dives back in, pecking the corner of Jimin's lips as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

They kiss for some time—soft and spicy—before Jungkook lets him go. Jimin's out of breath and lips, fully swollen and red. He has a dazed expression on his face and he looks as though he's run a marathon. If this is what only kissing does to him . . .

"Let's go home." Jungkook says, taking Jimin’s hand and holding it tightly in his.

💌🕊️

The door opens and Jungkook hears someone walk in. Jungkook and Junghyun look at eachother and run to the door—maybe Jimin's back—

He's not. 

It's just their mother. 

Just mom. 

The last time Jungkook saw Jimin was when he dropped Jimin off at his house from the beach. Jimin hasn't come since that day and their mother told them he won't be coming for a while to babysit because he's not feeling well.

"Why do you guys look so disappointed to see me these days?" Their mother says, exasperated as she takes off her shoes and hangs up her coat. 

"We're not," Jungkook assures. "Just thought that Jimin's back, maybe." 

"Well, he won't be back for another week," Their mother says conversationally, taking some meat out of the freezer. 

"What?" Jungkook and Junghyun yell. "Why? Is he okay? What did his parents say? Does he need someone to cheer him up? Because I'm free! I could totally—totally—go and cheer him up—"

Jungkook's mother looks at him, wide-eyed and confused. She wonders to herself for a while before she finally smirks, as if she's come across a dirty secret. A holy revelation! 

"Ah, I see,” she says, looking suspicious.

"W-What?" Jungkook asks defensively. 

"You know, I wondered why you're so obsessed with that boy lately. I guess I finally have my answer." 

"Huh? What do you—me? Obsessed? Ha!” (Yes, I am). “No chance! You've no idea what you're talking about—“ 

"Just don't get him pregnant," she says loudly. "You can go visit him." 

Jungkook reddens down to the tips of his toes. "Mom! You can't just—say that!" 

She looks at him with a I'm-so-done-with-this-boy expression and gestures towards the door. 

"I mean it Jungkook, don't get him pregnant!” 

Jungkook huffs out more stutters and tries to explain when the door opens again. 

It's Jimin. 

Jimin closes the door behind him and immediately makes contact with Jungkook. He blushes and smiles tentatively but doesn't look away.

Jungkook's hands suddenly feel sweaty. He smiles back awkwardly and waves. 

Did you really just wave? Jungkook slaps a hand over his forehead and groans to himself. That's perfect! He sure as hell isn't making a good impression! Jimin likes guys who're more confident—stronger—those dominant kind of men. He sure as hell isn't acting that part right now!

Jimin giggles. 

And Jungkook smiles in relief. And just like that, his worries slip away. 

"Good evening, Mrs. Jeon—oof!" Jimin squeaks out as Junghyun practically runs at him, hugging him tightly—making the boy fall to the floor. 

Mrs. Jeon chuckles fondly. "Good evening, sweetie. I thought you were sick and weren't gonna come for another week?"

Jimin manages to say, "I was feeling much better, so I thought I'd—" before Junghyun attacks him with kisses all over his face. 

"You're okay, right?" Junghyun says frantically as Jungkook lifts him away from Jimin. 

"For God's sake, Junghyun! Let the poor boy breathe!" Jungkook rolls his eyes. He looks at a Jimin sprawled on the floor, hair falling over his face and looking out of breath. He extends a hand to Jimin.

Jimin takes his hand in a while, squeaking when Jungkook pulls him to his feet. "Hey, baby."

Jungkook smirks when Jimin—if that's even Jiminly possible—blushes even more! It’s working! 

"Umm," Jungkook scratches his head. "Wanna come to my room? We could do . . . things." 

Jimin looks stunned at the implication and Jungkook panics. NO, he didn't mean sex!!

"NO! No, it’s not what you’re thinking! Not that you’re thinking that—I mean! We could, like—play video games, or—" 

Jimin smiles shyly and bites his lip. "We could." 

Junghyun frowns. "Hey! No fair! He's here to babysit me!" 

"You know, Junghyun, I think you're too old for a babysitter now," their mother says. 

Junghyun sputters. "No I'm not!" 

“Mom, I agree.” Jungkook says instantly. 

"You were saying it yourself, weren't you? That you're 14 and don't need a babysitter . . ." Mrs. Jeon trails. 

“Mom, no!” Junghyun complains. 

“Exactly, mom! You should have a babysitter for me,” Jungkook says solemnly. 

All three heads turn towards him. 

“What?”

“What?”

“What!”

It’s complete silence for a few seconds after that, before—

Junghyun and Mrs. Jeon began arguing again, and it’s the perfect time to sneak Jimin to his room, nobody would know and— 

"Jungkook!" Mrs. Jeon yelled. "I meant it, don't get him pregnant!" 

Jimin squeaks, looking away from Jungkook and Jungkook groans in embarrassment. God! His mom is insatiable!

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook tells Jimin, cringing. "Mom's just . . . being mom." 

"Don't worry," Jimin says shakily. "My mommy said the same thing when you dropped me off last week . . . Thankfully, daddy wasn't home or he would have beaten you up."

Jungkook snorts at that. 

They enter Jungkook's room and Jimin looks around. 

It's not really what he expected Jungkook's room to look like. It's much simpler than he envisioned. 

It looks cozy, bed in the corner with blue sheets, and matching curtains. There's a table and chair by the bed, full of unfinished science projects and sheets of assignments from his high school times. But other than that, the room's pretty clean and tidy. The wardrobe is open, and all the clothes are neatly stacked and put away. There's a separate glass cabinet for his Mario figurines.

There's no socks or underwear scattered on the floor and that makes Jimin extremely happy, since his previous boyfriend was super messy and he expected Jimin to clean it up like a ‘good wife’—the audacity!

 Jungkook gives good boyfriend vibes.

"Boyfriend?" Jungkook muses. "So I'm boyfriend vibes to you?" 

Jimin's breath hitches. He did not just say that out loud!

"I'm . . . umm.”

"You're . . . ?” Jungkook looks amused. 

Jimin blushes and squirms under Jungkook's gaze. "Umm, well . . ." He says poutily. 

"I'm only teasing, Jimin," Jungkook laughs. But then he looks serious. "But, do you want to be boyfriends? Because I would love to be your boyfriend.”  

"I want to be your boyfriend too," Jimin says shyly. 

Jungkook smiles, giddy. "Yeah? Then you're my boyfriend from today. And I’m yours."

They feel like kindergarteners once again, like it’s their first time having a partner.

Jinin giggles happily, clutching Jungkook's shirt with his cute, small fingers. Jungkook notices and takes Jimin's hands in his, kissing them softly. 

Jungkook encloses Jimin's hands in his and hugs him tightly, who wraps his arms around the alpha’s neck and sighs contentedly. They stand there for a while, looking at each other with heart eyes, lips getting closer and closer until— 

CRASH!!!

They flinch at the loud noise, jumping apart.

Something breaks downstairs, quickly followed by Jungkook’s mother screaming loudly at Junghyun. 

"TAKE THAT DAMN BAT OUTSIDE, JUNGHYUN! WE DO NOT PLAY SPORTS IN THE KITCHEN!"

"We better get downstairs before my mom loses it," Jungkook says and they laugh together.

Jungkook kisses Jimin's forehead gently before they detach and Jimin wants to cry at the softness!

He intertwines their fingers together and leads him to the kitchen.

"Stay for dinner?" Jungkook murmurs when Jimin makes a move to leave. 

Jimin considers for a while. 

“Please.” Jungkook adds. 

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Jimin repeats. “But I have to go soon. Mommy wants me well rested before we harvest the apples tomorrow!” 

“Harvest the apples?” 

“Oh! I didn’t tell you, did I? My parents are farmers and we’ve got a huge apple orchard on the outskirts of the village! It’s officially apple harvesting season and mommy and daddy want all hands on deck,” Jimin says happily, bouncing in his steps. 

HE’S SO ADORABLE SINAJSNWNSN—Jungkook, calm down. 

“Oh, isn’t that hard—I mean—not for me, I’m strong! No, I mean—“

“Well,” Jimin grins playfully. “Why don’t you come tomorrow and find out?” 

💌🕊️

"Wow . . .” Jungkook is mesmerized. He looks at the hundreds of acres of apple trees, full of juicy-looking bright red apples, ready to be plucked. 

“Like it?” Jimin says smugly. He’s wearing the usual he does. T-shirt with shorts. This time he’s got his cowboy hat and boats on the go. 

“You better wear those if you don’t want your shoes full of mud and face scorched!” He adds, pointing to the boots and hat in the cabin. 

His family is already working, dragging carts and buckets around to collect the fruit. 

“This is like—like AppleJack from ‘My Little Pony’!” Jungkook yells. “Where’s your cutie mark?” He adds teasingly, taking a hold of Jimin. 

Jimin gulps, and looks at Jungkook with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Maybe, maybe—if you’re really good at this, I-I’ll show you my cutie mark later.” 

Jungkook grins and then—realization. Dun dun dun! He gasps, looking at Jimin’s apple red face. Suddenly, Jimin pecks his lips and before Jungkook can register what’s happened, Jimin’s running away from Jungkook, towards the orchid and Jungkook lets out a half-chuckle, half-cry.

By “show cutie mark”, did he possibly mean . . . ?

"Sweet apple acres,” Jungkook whispers to himself. He looks down and smirks. “You’re getting some action today, bud.” 

Jungkook grins wickedly, following Jimin to the trees and sees Jimin with a basket in his hand, hopping up and down while plucking the apples.

Jimin tries to look indifferent towards Jungkook, but his flaming ears tell Jungkook a different story. 

“So, just to clarify,” Jungkook begins. “Did you mean sex?” 

Jimin squeaks, dropping his basket and looking at Jungkook with his mouth open. The apples bounce away. 

“W-What? You—“ Jimin sputters, a hand on his chest. “You can’t just—say it!”

“But you did mean sex,” Jungkook presses on urgently, coming closer to Jimin and grabbing his waist before he can run off again. 

“But you can’t just say it like that,” Jimin pouts at him. The innocent expression makes Jungkook kind of forget if they’re really discussing sex here or . . . what? 

Jimin struggles against Jungkook, trying to leave but Jungkook just grabs his wrists with one hand, pinning them behind his back, just above his perky ass. 

Jimin gasps, a small whine escaping his throat when Jungkook comes impossibly closer. 

“J-Jungkook,” h says in a whiny voice.

“I’d love to see your cutie mark now, little pony,” he murmurs in his ears. Jimin shudders, legs squishing together when Jungkook licks his earlobe.

Oh, dear! 

“Jungkook,” Jimin says, looking scandalised. “There’s people here.” 

Jungkook ignores his word, his other hand going to squeeze the globe of Jimin’s ass. He loves how it fits right in his hand, made to be fondled by him. He’s wanted to squeeze this for so long! 

Jimin lets out a moan and squeaks when he realizes that he made that sound. 

“You make such pretty noises, angel.” Jungkook coos at him. 

Jimin breath hitches when Jungkook’s hand travels between his legs, forcing his legs open. His hand pinches the fat of his inner thigh, making him jump, getting all jostled up in Jungkook’s place. His tits squish against Jungkook’s sturdy chest and he mewls at the feeling. 

Jungkook lets his wrists go, but orders him to keep them there. The authoritative tone tips Jimin’s over the edge and makes him leak. He feels slick drip into his panties and makes a noise at that. 

“Jungkookie. . .” Jimin whines, looking around to see if anyone is near. 

Their position is such that Jimin’s leaning on Jungkook, hands at his back, tits getting squished between himself and Jungkook. Jungkook’s one hand is between his legs and the other is on his waist, slipping into his shirt. 

Jimin’s eyes widen as Jungkook’s hand reaches his chest. He shudders, letting out a loud moan when the hand pinches his nipple. His thighs squish together, trapping Jungkook’s hand between them. Jungkook forces his legs apart once more as his other hand rubs circles around the boy’s nipple. 

Jimin’s whimpering with shaky legs. The slick continues to leak in his panties making it uncomfortable for him. He wants . . . off. Wants it off. All of it off.

"Oh—" Jimin mewls when Jungkook pushes his shirt up all of a sudden upto his neck, exposing his beautiful, gorgeous, fat, round tits. The nipples have hardened and Jungkook growls as he takes in the sight of the juicy treat.

“Mmfm!” Jimin gurgles as Jungkook pushes his fingers inside his mouth suddenly. They’re out as soon as they’re in, and on his nipples. 

“Ah!” Jimin whines when Jungkook makes contact of the saliva coated fingers with his nipples. He squeezes, pinches and rubs it as Jimin shudders and gasps in his hold.

“Jungkook!” Jimin gasps, trying his best to breath as Jungkook pushes him up against the tree. Jungkook pulls Jimin’s shirt off, leaving Jimin to look around to see if anyone’s there. 

Jungkoon hums contentedly as his mouth finally encloses around the nipple he’s been dreaming about. He sucks hard, using his teeth to leave marks over it. Jimin trembles, moaning and whining Jungkook’s name. He tries to pull away when Jungkook continues torturing the same nipple over and over, but Jungkook’s hold is too strong for him to get out of. 

“Jungkookie,” he begs as his nipple becomes swollen and red. “T-Too much!”

He doesn’t want it to end though. 

Jungkook pays him no heed and moves on to the other nipple. Jimin almost sighs in relief, but screams when Jungkook’s fingers enclose over the first nipple and squeeze it. He thrashes in Jungkook’s hold, hands breaking free of Jungkook’s grip and running up and down the alpha’s chest because it feels too much!

Jungkook continues to lick, bite, squeeze and pinch his nipples till they’re flaming red and swollen. He pulls back and begins to suck hickeys on his breast, making as many and as deep as he can. 

“Jungkook,” Jimin cries out in a daze. “W-What if someone sees?” 

"No one is gonna see," he growls, mouth full of nipple. 

"Koo, my parents—"

Koo. 

No one has called him 'Koo' before. Somehow, the nickname makes him go incredibly soft. He wants to cover Jimin up and scent him and cuddle him and never let go. 

He looks up at Jimin, letting his nipple fall out of his mouth.

Would he really be so selfish to take Jimin's first time with him like this? With no lube, no condom, out in the open field? 

Jimin looking at him, face red and breathless. No, he deserves better. He deserves his first time to be in a bed full of roses. There's no way Jimin, an omega, would be comfortable doing it out in the open. 

Omegas are sensitive and easily heartbroken. 

Jungkook pulls away from Jimin despite his protests and picks up his shirt from the ground. He pulls it over Jimin's head and kisses him softly. 

Jimin's looking at him tearfully.
"Alpha doesn't like me?" He asks, voice breaking. 

It's so innocent, Jungkook wants to cry. 

"No, sweetheart, it's not that. Alpha likes you far too much to do you here. You deserve so much better and I'll give you so much better, I promise." He says sweetly, peppering kisses all over Jimin's face.

Jimin breaks out in a smile, hands holding onto Jungkook's shirt tightly. "Thank you, alpha." 

Jimin then winces. "I'm . . . I'm still wet and it's uncomfortable," he mumbles, holding his legs awkwardly apart. "It's wet," he complains in a pout. 

Jungkook looks at Jimin softly before going down on his knees. He pulls Jimin's shorts down, an action that makes Jimin squeak and look around frantically.

"I-I thought alpha will wait," he gasps and jumps as Jungkook pulls on his panties and releases them again, causing the fabric to snap back at Jimin's skin. It leaves a pretty red mark.

"I've got to clean you up too, sweetheart," Jungkook says as he pulls Jimin's panties aside, revealing his glorious hole.

Jungkook has never seen somethibg prettier. It's pink and slightly swollen, leaking globs of delicious smelling slick. The slick trails down Jimin's thigh, who has his hands on Jungkook's shoulders, gripping them tightly. 

Jungkook loves how the omega is so pilant in his hold. His porcelain princess, ready for him to devour. 

He noses at Jimin's fold, causing the omega to jerk forward, little fingers tightening hold. Jimin's face is straight out of a porn film. It's so lewd and Jungkook hasn't even done much yet. 

He pushes aside the pads of Jimin's folds with his thumb and licks a stripe from Jimin perineum. 

"Alpha!" Jimin cries out when he feels Jungkook's tongue right there. No one has put their tongue there before. His previous boyfriends and girlfriends never ate him out, so this new experience has Jimin whining and moaning instantly, unused to the feeling. 

Jungkook expert tongue (help, I suddenly thought tongue technology) plunges into his hole and that's what tips the iceberg. Jimin lets out a loud moan, legs trembling and Jungkook grips his thighs tightly to not let him fall. He's standing there, ass leaking the sweet nectar juice, half naked while Jungkook is fully clothed.

The power dynamics turns both of them on. 

"Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook!" Jimin chants, crying out as he blubbers out praises for his alpha. 

Jungkook bobs his head, tongue swiping in and out, in and out. He wants his omega to feel good, to feel the best. 

He finds the squishy spot that has the omega moaning and gasping loudly and grips Jimin's hips tighter.

"Nghh—oh, Jungkook . . . Jung—ah!"

He concentrates on plunging right into that spot over and over. 

"C-Close," Jimin whimpers, gripping Jungkook's hair tightly. "Alpha, hmm-ah, wanna come, please. Ngh, can I come?" He says the last part sweetly.  

"Come for me, sweetheart," Jungkook says, and that's all what Jimin needs before coming. He comes with a cry, body trembling and arching prettily. Ropes of white color Jungkook's face and he gobbles it all up greedily, sucking at Jimin folds hungrily. 

The over stimulation has Jimin trying to escape but the alpha tightens his hold on the omega's waist, unrelenting, sucking deeply even as the omega's whining in the aftershocks of the orgasm. 

“Jungkook!” He whines. “T-Too much!” 

Jungkook’s determined and makes his omega come for the second time, despite his soft cries and sweet begs, and only then lets him go. 

Jimin is completely spent. This was the first time he's had his ass eaten and it was amazing.

The omega twitches with occasional whimpers as the alpha licks his thighs and hole clean, going one too many times towards it naughtily. He's content with his alpha cleaning him or doing whatever he wants at this point. 

Jungkook kisses his thighs softly before tugging his panties back in place and pulling his shorts up. 

Although, the bite marks are still visible, thanks to Jimin's choice of shorts size and Jungkook's unrelenting alpha’s desire to suck as many hickeys as humanly possible.

Jimin clings to him after Jungkook gets up and Jungkook hugs him, picking him up with one arm under his hips and one massaging his neck. He knows omegas get extremely sensitive after sex and want to be held close by their alpha.

So he does just that. Resting against the tree trunk, he pulls Jimin on his lap, who all too readily sits there, not letting go of Jungkook for even a second.

”Did you like it?” Jungkook asks, softly pecking his earlobe as his hat covers his eyes from the burning sun.

”Mhmm. . .” Jimin closes his eyes, too tried to say much. He’s unconsciously scenting the alpha, purring as Jungkook massages his neck. 

Jungkook’s eyes follow the trail of fallen apples. Oh, right. He came here to help Jimin and his family harvest the apples. With a groan, he separates from the sweet omega, who all but lets go.

”C’mon, sweetheart, the apples,” Jungkook kisses his lips.

Jimin gets up, Jungkook needing to steady him so he doesn’t fall. His legs are shaky and weak, cum trailing down his leg. He feels messy and wants to cry for some reason. He’d like them to be somewhere in a bed, cuddling and then showering together.

He doesn’t voice his concerns to Jungkook, but the alpha notices his scent anyway.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Jungkook asks in panic. “Why are you upset?”

Jimin sniffs, looking at the alpha with teary eyes. “Wanna—wanna be close. . .” he hiccups, clutching Jungkook’s shirt tightly in his small hands. 

Jungkook understands.

An hour later, they’re fully showered and changed and back to plucking apples.

As Jimin’s handing Jungkook a basket, Jungkook’s thinking of how Jimin’s bathroom is as cute as him. He never really thought of ever decorating his bathroom, of all things, but it seems like Jimin has. It’s cute and pink and so him.

It makes Jungkook laugh. Jimin is such a unique person. He’s never met someone quite like him. Someone who cares about him so much. He wouldn’t have ever thought about the little things for people—little things like asking them their favourite colour to hand them a towel of that choice. Jungkook had never noticed the little things Jimin did before. But all of a sudden, they strike his memories one by one.

The day at the beach, the day at the library, the day they made muffins. They hit him hard and he can’t breathe. He can’t believe it’s been only 12 months—a full year—since they’ve known each other. But he already likes Jimin so much! So freaking much!

The eight months at his school, the four months he’s been back. It’s been filled with Jimin, food, Jimin, clothes, Jimin, fun, Jimin Jimin Jimin—

He’s lit up Jungkook’s life with the colours he never knew existed. Something he hadn’t noticed was missing from his life. He feels something more than just like for Jimin, but doesn’t quite understand what the feeling might be.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Jungkook says. 

“You seemed spaced out.”

“Just thinking.”

“Thinking? About what?” Jimin looks at him curiously.

“You,” he says softly. 

Jimin laughs, brushing it off as a joke.

They move onto picking the apples. Jungkook loves it when Jimin whines if the apples is too far up to pick. Of course, like the strong boyfriend he is, Jungkook helps every time. By helping, I don't mean plucking the apple for him, oh no.

He situates a hand under Jimin's ass and lifts him up, Jimin's hands flying around for purchase. Jimin blushes and picks the apple hastily before Jungkook lets him down, patting his ass, and sometimes spanking it for good measure. It makes Jimin's tummy feel funny and warm.

By the time the sun's setting, they've picked out enough apples to fill five carts.

"Five carts!" Jungkook exclaims proudly. "Isn't it a record?" 

Jimin giggles and shakes his head. "My highest was seven carts two years ago. My ex and I got here early in the morning."

Jungkook’s face sours. His ex, huh? So he got more than Jungkook? Jungkook's competitive mode is ON.

“You still gotta pluck them tomorrow?”

“Yeah. . .” Jimin says slowly, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook in suspicion. “Why?”

“I’ll get you ten carts tomorrow!”

“You don’t have to do that, Kookie. You already did good and I’m proud of you for that,” Jimin pecks Jungkook’s nose, crouching down to contain his giggles and Jungkook grumbles something about “being serious” that’s lost in the laughter of it all.

True to his word, however, the alpha does come early morning tomorrow with boots and sunglasses and works all day in their little farm, plucking the apples and tossing them in the cart. Jimin has to force him for breaks every now and then and chase after him.

He ends up filling fifteen whole carts, and he looks immensely proud.

“That mutt has nothing on me,” Jungkook mutters, referring to Jimin’s ex.

💌🕊️

Jimin’s currently in panic, rushing to one corner of his room to the other, flinging clothes, shoes and jewelry everywhere. His mother sighs, picking up the mess he’s creating and folding it.

“Mommy, does the pink or the white top go better with my hot pink shorts?” He asks, looking out of breath, holding up two options in front of his mother.

“Hmm, I think it’s the white,” his mother says, snatching her marriage ring away from Jimin.

“Hey! But that matches with my outfit!” Jimin whines in protest, little hands chasing after the ring.

She’s much taller and stronger than Jimin because she’s an alpha, so she grips his head, shoving him away. “Not my wedding ring, you rascal.”

Jimin sniffs, gently taking her hand and rubbing it against his face. “Mommy, pretty please. . . I’ll mow the garden tomorrow, do the laundry and wash the dishes and do anything you tell me to.”

“You have to do that anyway and no,” she flicks his head and shoves his own jewellery box at him. “For heaven’s sake, you’ve got enough rings to last you a lifetime!” It’s true, because his parents spoil him to death.

Jimin wrinkles his cute nose in protest. “But none of them look as pretty as this one,” he pouts, trying to cling to his mommy as she tries her best to push him away.

She groans and gives up, allowing Jimin to cuddle with her. It’s not everyday Jimin gets to cuddle with his parents, given that they’re both alphas so he’s immensely happy and snuggles closer.

“Jimin,” she growls in warning when Jimin sneakily tries to take the ring off.

Jimin sits up and sighs. “Sorry, mommy. . .”

She looks at him gently. “Baby, you know your boyfriend isn’t gonna take a look at what kind of ring you’ve got on and decide he doesn’t want you.”

Jimin sighs and rolls over, allowing his mother to caress his tummy soothingly. “But mommy, I really really like him. I don’t want him to get a bad impression or anything. . .” he mumbles. “It’s our first date and I want him to like me so much, everything about me.”

“Oh I’m sure he likes you, ahem, you two seemed cozy with each other plucking the apples.” She says playfully.

Jimin’s eyes widens and he quickly gets up to kneel by his mother in panic. “Sorry, mommy! We won’t do it again—”

“It’s okay,” his mother chuckles. “A little scenting before marriage is okay by me.”

Scenting?

She thinks they just scented?

“Scenting?” Jimin says cutely with a frown. Ahh, he’s been saved by the heavens! “Ah, yes! S-Scenting!”

Jimin’s reaction to it makes her realize something is wrong. “Wait, why are you confused?” Her eyes widen when she realises.

”Jimin!” She roars, trying to grab her son, who squeaks and tries to run away.

”Mommy, sorry! Really sorry! Sorry, sorry! Mommy don’t!” He begs when she tackles him to the floor, pinning his wrists in her hands.

“You guys had sex?!” She screeches.

“No, mommy! Well. . . Not fully—”

“That’s it!” She hisses, “that’s it. You’re not going to that date, you’re not allowed to meet that boy again—”

“But, please,” he whines as he struggles to set himself free.

“That’s it! I’m taking you to your father right this instant. You’re not allowed to cozy up with alphas before marriage, sweetie!”

“Are you taking me for a punishment?” He whines as she leads him downstairs.

“Obviously!”

"No spanking again though! I’m too old for that now!” He grumbles and then gasps as he looks at the time. “Mommy!” He shrieks so hard, his mother gets scared.

“What?! What is it? What happened?!”

“I’m going to be late, Jungkook will be here any minute now!”

“Jimin, you’re not going to that date!”

“But —”

“No buts!”

His father comes in right that second and sighs on seeing Jimin being dragged by his wife. “Oh come on now, dear, let him go.”

“Do you know what he did?” She hisses. “Cozying up with an alpha before marriage—”

“Daddy!” Jimin says immediately with a pout. “Tell mommy to let go, please!”

“I’ll let you go, you little—”

“Come on, darling,” his father says patiently. “Let the poor boy get ready for his date.”

She glares at Jimin and lets him go. “If you dare have sex again—”

“Won’t,” he says immediately, blinking innocently. “Will too,” he mumbles under his breath as he scurries away to get ready.

She sighs and drops to the couch, hands on her face. Her mate sits beside her and hugs her. “Don’t be so hard on him, dear.”

“I know,” she sighs. “It’s just. . . he’s an omega and I don’t know how to deal with them and. . . omegas are really emotional—I just don’t want him to get hurt.”

“I know,” he says. “But if anything happens to him, he’s got a strong mother to protect him, and me too.”

She smiles a bit at that. “Yeah. . .”

“Let him have fun sometimes. You know he’s always such a good boy. He does all the chores around the house, he massages us, has a babysitting job and is at the top of his class. He was never a difficult kid, he needs this, love. Let him go out on a date or two if he wants. He barely ever does things for himself.”

”You’re right,” she says finally. “He’s such a good boy and I’m just . . . dreading the time he’s gonna leave. I wish he could stay with us forever.”

Jimin listens to them talking through his bedroom door and bites his lip guiltily. He looks at the picture of him with his parents at the Mississippi trip and sniffs. He loves his parents but really, sometimes he wishes they would be less protective over him.

A while later, he finishes his makeup. A cute summer look with gems around his eyes. He ended up wearing the pink crop top, showcasing his belly button piercing which he had to beg his mommy to get.

He’s just wearing his shoes when the doorbell rings. Picking up his wallet, he dashes downstairs.

 “I’ll get it!” He calls out and opens the door, slightly out of breath.

Jungkook’s wearing black jeans and a white shirt. His hair is brushed to the side, exposing his forehead and he’s got a lip piercing that made him look sexy.

Jimin suddenly feels small and insecure in his tiny shorts and croptop.

Jungkook looks at him and takes in a sharp breath. His eyes rake down Jimin's body before zeroing on his lips again.

"Hey," he says, smiling his doe-eyed smile at him.

"Hi," Jimin says nervously.

"You look pretty."

Jimin blushes and parts his legs, feeling squirmy.

"You too." 

"You look prettier." He says and swoops in to kiss Jimin's lips before Jimin even notices what's happening. "You taste pretty too," he whispers. "Is that the strawberry-flavoured gloss?"

"H-Huh?" Is all Jimin manages to say, head still fuzzy from trying to process the kiss. It's so fucking hilarious considering they've done filthier stuff than bare old kissing.

“For you,” Jungkook says, blushing, handing him a bouquet of pure white roses. They’re absolutely gorgeous and look fresh! Jimin takes them gratefully and sniffs them. They smell divine too. 

“Thank you, Jungkookie,” Jimin says smilingly as his heart lurches in his chest. He handles them with tender care as he puts them in the vase on the table next to the door. 

"Ahem," Jimin's mother says, vaporising next to Jimin all of a sudden. "Well, I see you're one whole minute late, Jeon boy. It's 5:01 PM."

"Mommy—” Jimin tries to protest but is shushed by his mommy holding a hand over his mouth.

"Mmf!" Jimin tries to remove the hand while his mother smiles her fake smile at Jungkook.

"Well, Jungkook?" She says expectantly, like there isn't a struggling boy in her arms.

"Uhh," Jungkook glances at Jimin. "Well ma’am, I got here a minute ago, actually so—”

"I see," she says before removing her hand from Jimin's face.

"Mommy!" Jimin says accusingly. “I—”

"Don't get him pregnant and be back by 8 PM, got it?" She says before turning towards Jimin. She kisses his cheek and scents him before leaving.

Jimin sighs in embarrassment as she leaves. "Sorry, mommy is just a bit worried—”

"That's okay," Jungkook says quickly, holding out a hand in front of him. "Shall we go?"

Jimin giggles, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers together. He sighs happily, leaning into Jungkook's embrace. His face is right under Jungkook's neck where his cederwood scent is strongest and Jimin purrs at that, snuggling in closer instinctively.

"Did you just purr at me?" Jungkook teases, bumping into him playfully.

"Did not," Jimin playfully bumps back.

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did n—mmf!" Jimin squeals as Jungkook crashes his lips onto his, thrusting his tongue in. Jungkook holds his face in grips with both face, and Jimin gasps at the ferocity of the kiss. Jungkook is intense and seems possessive too. Jimin lets out a whimper into the kiss, putting his hands on Jungkook's pecs for purchase as he starts to feel lightheaded.

He taps weakly on Jungkook's chest and Jungkook sucks his tongue one last time before detaching. He pecks Jimin's lips, and then again and stops.

Jimin's lips are a swollen red and he's breathing as though he's been fucked non-stop, hands resting on Jungkook's chest.

Jungkook tries to kiss him again, but stops when Jimin whines breathlessly. So he settles for kissing all parts of his face instead.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook and lightly closes an eye as he feels Jungkook leave a kiss there. He then stands on his tiptoes to kiss his boyfriend but it's still too short to reach Jungkook's mouth. So with a whine, he grips Jungkook's shoulder for support, trying to inch higher but he's met with Jungkook's chest instead. Jimin crashes into it making Jungkook laugh as he helps the poor boy kiss him.

"You're too tall," Jimin pouts as they break the kiss and he surrounds his hands around the alpha's neck.

Jungkook holds him firmly by his waist, leaning down to his neck to scent him. "You love it."

Jungkook growls lightly as he sucks a hickey onto Jimin's neck, licking and biting there until his omega smells strongly of him. He makes sure it bruises fresh red before leaving his neck, a bit scent-drunk.

Jimin shivers at the feeling and clings to Jungkook as he leads them to wherever he's planned the date for.

"Where are we going?" Jimin ask softly, rubbing his face onto Jungkook's arms to coax the answer out of him.

Jungkook's grip around his waist tightens, but he has a playful smile on his face. "Guess."

Jimin whines into Jungkook's chest. "Dunno!"

"Guess it, baby."

"Umm," he pauses. "Movies?"

"Nope."

"Uhh, restaurant?"

"Not today."

Jimin looks at him. "I can't think of anything else." 

"C'mon, baby, try a bit harder. Where were you taken on dates?"

Jimin looks away.

"Well . . . Taeso took me to a sex hotel on our first date—"

Jungkook startles and looks at him in alarm.

"What? Just like that?"

Jimin blushes and looks away.

"Umm, yeah. It was my first time doing . . . It, so. . ." 

Jungkook looks almost sad, although Jimin expected him to be a bit jealous. “I see. . .” is all he says. 

Jimin walks along with Jungkook, without knowing in what direction. (My pride and prejudice heart)

They arrive at the gates of the ‘Town’s Ice Rink’ and Jimin squeals in delight.

“I love this place!”

Jungkook laughs and looks at Jimin with heart eyes. 

“I’m glad!”

They rent skates at the counter and make their way towards the ice floor. Turns out, Jimin is a flawless ice skater. He’s done classic ballet for years before enrolling in his college. He’s a graceful dancer and the skills help in ice skating.

“Me, mommy and daddy often come here, they don’t know how to skate much so they’re usually just clutching me around, making me fall along with them,” Jimin giggles, pulling his skates on.

“Let me,” Jungkook murmurs, taking hold of Jimin’s skates and tying the laces together.

Jimin looks endeared at the alpha’s sweet actions. He’s never had boyfriends or girlfriends who did things like that for him. And yeah, maybe all the people he’s been with were Grade-A assholes or maybe he just had low standards.

It doesn’t matter anymore though.

There’s Jungkook now.

“Woah!” Jungkook gasps, clutching onto Jimin’s hands for support as soon as they enter the ground. “Damn, this is slippery.”

Jimin looks at him questioningly. “Have you never been to an ice rink before?”

Jungkook shakes his head.

“Well, I’ll make sure you have a great first time!” Jimin says excitedly, guiding the alpha to the floor.

“I’m looking forward to—AH!” Jungkook crashes into Jimin and they both fall down, Jungkook on top of Jimin.

“Sorry!” Jungkook yells. He immediately gets off from Jimin, afraid of crushing the minuscule boy with his weight. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” Jimin assures, sitting up and slipping onto Jungkook’s lap. He gives Jungkook a sweet kiss and stands up.

“Get up, alpha! You have lots to learn.”

An hour later, Jungkook’s covered with bumps and bruises and looks beaten up. He’s fallen yet again, so he gets up for the nth time.

“Again!” Jimin calls out. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest, trying to look intimidating. But there’s no way he can with that cute little face with his cute pouty lips and pink clothes. He looks like a fairy and way too small to be intimidating. He does make Jungkook laugh though.

The boy is interesting to say for the least.

“Baby, I think that’s enough skating for today,” Jungkook laughs, wiping the blood from his lip. He must’ve cut it when he fell.

“Is that blood?” Jimin says in alarm when he notices. “Oh no, Jungkook! Are you okay?”

“I’m . . . fine,” Jungkook murmurs, heart skipping when Jimin cradles his face in his hand. His fingers wipes the blood from his lip and takes out a pink band-aid from his pocket. It’s got Hello Kitty on it and Jungkook throws his head back to laugh.

“Where’d you get this from, fairy?” He says in amusement as Jimin applies it on Jungkook lip. It’s a small, circle-shaped one so it gets on easily.

“Hush!” Jimin whines, smoothing the plaster on Jungkook and pouting in distress. “Don’t want alpha to get hurt . . .”

“Thank you, baby,” Jungkook says, completely endeared as he swoops down to kiss him.

Jimin moans into the kiss, hands taking position around Jungkook’s neck as the alpha grabs him by the waist roughly. Jimin’s clinging desperately onto Jungkook, making Jungkook deepen the kiss, arousal obvious in his scent.

Jimin breaks the kiss to breath, only for the alpha to dig back in, holding his face in a tight grip. Drool dribbles down Jimin’s chin and he whines but chases after Jungkook’s lip when he pulls away anyway.

Jungkook loves nothing more than watching Jimin’s lips get red and swollen after a kiss.

“Alpha,” he pants, hiding his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck. “Want. . . want. . .”

“What does my sweetheart want?” Jungkook says, kissing his nose.

Jimin whines in Jungkook’s hold. He grinds onto Jungkook’s crotch for a second, whimpering when he does so. “Want. . . it, please. . .”

Jungkook’s face hardens and he grips Jimin’s ass. “Behave yourself, omega. There’s people here.”

That didn’t stop you that day on the farm! Jimin wants to tell him, but he’s too busy whining. “Please, alpha. . . I’ll be good! Want—want you!”

There’s a fleeting second in which Jungkook considers, before Jungkook pecks his lips and takes him away. He pulls their skates off and storms out, already having paid before. Jimin’s still clinging and whining in his chest, pawing at the alpha’s cheeks lovingly.

Jungkook’s pants tighten. Jimin looks so. . . breedable right now. He wants to hug him right and never let go.

He throws open the door to his house and marches inside.

“W-Wait!” Jimin says suddenly. “Isn’t—isn’t your mother home? Or Junghyun?”

“No one’s home,” Jungkook growls as he steps into his bedroom and throws Jimin on the bed. Jimin lands there with an ‘oof’, immediately getting up, but Jungkook pushes him back onto the bed roughly.

Jimin whimpers when the alpha crawls onto the bed, knees caging the omega’s waist. Maintaining eye contact with Jimin, he removes his belt and throws it somewhere in the room.

“Alpha,” Jimin gasps as Jungkook’s hand pin his wrists over his head. His legs part instantly and he tries to kiss Jungkook but he moves away that second.

“Kookie. . . kiss, please,” the omega mewls, eyes rolling to the back of his head just as Jungkook grabs the hem of his shorts and pulls them down till his knees. He ignores Jimin and groans as the scent of sweet slick hits him, leaning down and nosing at the omega’s panties.

Growing shy at the alpha’s ministrations, Jimin tries to close his legs, but Jungkook forces them apart instantly. Jimin feels the sting before he sees it. He moans loudly when the alpha spanks his ass, leaving a red print on his ass. His soft skin is easily bruised and Jungkook loves it.

“You keep these open for me, got it?” He growls, biting his omega’s thighs in warning, Jimin leaking more slick as response. 

“Yes, alpha,” he breathes, turning his head to the side because it’s already feeling like too much and Jungkook has barely even started yet.

Jungkook mouths at Jimin’s hole through the wet panties, running his lips up and down. It’s been far too long since he’s had some action. Jimin’s last boyfriend was two years ago. He hasn’t had sex ever since, since he’s not the type to do it with anyone he isn’t dating. No one-night stands.

Jungkook turns his head to bite at the omega’s soft thighs, wanting to leave his mark at every inch he can find. He sucks a dark hickey on his inner thighs that has Jimin huffing in pain and pleasure.

“Jungoo. . .” he wails, taking his hands away from above his head and grasping the soft bed sheets for purchase.

Jungkook snarls at him. He pulls the omega’s wrists above his head again. “These stay here.”

Jimin sniffles at him with teary eyes. “Y-Yes, alpha.” 

Jungkook gives him a warning look before he dives back down. He pulls his panties down and continues sucking there. He wants to make the omega cum, but stops. He ate him out last time, so he’ll fuck him today.

And maybe eat him out later.

He sucks around the omega’s hole but doesn’t go anywhere near where his omega wants to so bad. “Alpha, do it. . . there.” He sniffs, trying to move his hips to get his alpha’s mouth there.

“Behave,” the alpha orders, smacking his ass hard and squeezing it afterwards to soothe the pain. 

“Nghh,” Jimin moans, wiggling his ass to coax the alpha into spanking him again.

His mouth drops open in a half cry when the alpha does spank him again, much harder this time, on the same cheek. He’s torn between trying to get away or asking for another one.

“Alpha~” he ends up whimpering. “Kiss, please.”

Jungkook seems satisfied with the marks on his thighs and moves his mouth upwards, canines biting his groin and stomach.

Jimin wails at a particular hard suck on his groin. Gobbles of slick drip down onto the bedsheets, which the alpha ignores. The omega’s hands come down to tangle themself in the alpha’s hair but they’re roughly pushed above his head again.

“Be a good omega,” Jungkook grumbles at him, nipping his neck. “Only good omegas get kisses.”

“I’ll—I’ll be good, alpha!” Jimin cries out. “Promise, please kiss me, kookie.”

Jungkook leans upwards and finally kisses him. Jimin sighs contentedly into the kiss. He makes a move to touch the alpha again but rests his hands above his head obediently.

Jungkook leaves a trail of kisses down his chin and to his neck. He licks the omega’s scent gland before biting it softly, making Jimin’s breath hitch. He’s extremely sensitive there.

“Alpha, can I—can I please move my hands?” He asks sweetly.

“Since you were so polite, baby,” Jungkook coos at him before tearing at the omega’s neck again, sucking his soft, pink skin where his scent’s the strongest.

Jimin’s pliant underneath him, squirming and whining. He’s very needy, Jungkook notices.

When he’s littered enough hickeys on his omega’s neck, marking his claim, he takes off the omega’s shirt. The sight has him going nearly crazy.

Nipples.

Perky, pink nipples. 

Waiting to be sucked on.

He attaches his mouth to the right nipple and sucks hard, biting it softly. 

Jimin chokes out a moan and arcs his back in pleasure. It has him feeling tingles. Jungkook twists the other one in his hand, pinching the nub between his thumb and forefinger.

Jimin leaks impossibly more slick and tries to grind his thighs together but a growl from Jungkook has him putty in the alpha’s arms again. Jungkook loves how obedient the omega is in bed.

“You’re so pretty, baby. The prettiest omega I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He groans as he coats the nipple with his spit and bites it.

He does the same with the other nipple until he’s satisfied with the crying omega, before he’s moving south.

“Ahh~" Jimin's too far gone. His face is pink and filled with tears.

Jungkook grabs the omega’s balls in a hand and squeezes softly. The action has the omega arching his back sharply, turning into a blubbering mess of “alpha!”

Jungkook tightens his hold on his balls and squeezes hard, smirking when the omega’s thighs tremble, slick dribbling down through his thighs and gathering at the spot on the sheets under his balls. He smears the slick on the omega’s balls and cock. Jimin’s hands are on the alpha’s biceps and he’s sobbing in pleasure mixed with pain.

Jungkook pulls his hand away but before Jimin can complain, he thrusts in a finger in Jimin’s hole. There’s enough slick so that he doesn’t need lube. He’s painfully hard at this point.

The fact that he’s completely dressed and Jimin’s completely naked, under his mercy shoots a thrill of pleasure down his groin.

Jimin’s mouth opens in a silent scream.

“You good, baby?” Jungkook asks, breath laced with want. It’s clear he’s struggling hard to control himself.

Jimin nods but croaks out a “yes” when the alpha tells him he wants to hear it.

When the omega seems okay with a finger, he puts in another one, watching as Jimin moans, eyes closed and whining. Soon enough, he’s got four fingers in his omega, stretching him impossibly wider. Nice and wide for his cock.

“I now realise I should’ve asked this before but, what are your do’s and don’t’s when it comes to sex?”

Huh? Somewhere floating along a cloud, Jimin opens his eyes.

“Oh, umm,” Jimin says nervously. His hesitation makes the alpha frown. He pulls his fingers away and cages the omega, who whines at the loss of the feeling.

“Baby, don’t be nervous. Tell me,” Jungkook says softly, demeanor completely changing in a matter of seconds when Jimin hinted discomfort. He kisses Jimin softly and looks at him. “Don’t be afraid, sweetheart. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to, no matter what it is.”

“I . . . umm, I don’t want you to call me names like . . . slut, or whore or . . . desperate and things like that," Jimin mumbles, turning his head away. "I want you to stop if I tell you to stop . . ."

Jungkook looks at him earnestly. "Of course. I'll neither call you any derogatory terms, nor will I take you without your permission. I promise you." 

"Thank you," Jimin whispers as if Jungkook's doing him a big favour. As if this isn't the bare minimum.

"Did someone—" Jungkook begins unsurely. "Did someone do that?"

"My ex," Jimin says after a while. "He wouldn't stop when I told him to, it hurt so much. He-He tore me open at times, and said it was his kink or something . . . and m-my previous girlfriend was too possessive, she'd call me names in bed and sometimes hurt me . . . I told her not to, so she broke up with me because I wasn't sexually satisfying her or—whatever."

Jungkook says nothing but kisses him softly, whispering praises to his ear. “I will never do that to you, sweetheart. I promise, so don’t be afraid, okay?”

Jimin kneads the alpha’s pecs, eyes not meeting Jungkook’s. “Thank you, alpha.”

Jungkook kisses him again, trailing from his lips to his chin. It feels ticklish, making Jimin let out a giggle.

When Jungkook’s happy enough with the omega’s mood, he tugs at his boyfriend’s cock. Jimin whimpers, hands travelling up to Jungkook’s shoulders. “Aah, Jungkook!” 

“Do you want me to continue, sweetheart? Let’s stop here—“

“No!” Jimin says, hands cradling Jungkook’s face instantly in alarm. “No, I want it, Jungkook.”

“Baby, are you sure —?”

“Yes, alpha! I promise! I want it so bad, so give me it, please alpha.” Jimin whines, rolling his hips into Jungkook’s crotch.

It makes them both moan in arousal. Jimin clutches Jungkook's shirt, wanting it off. "Kookie, take it off!"

Jungkook slaps his balls, making the omega cry out, slick gushing out of his hole. "Ahh!"

"Uh-un,” he tuts. “Try again.”

"Please! Please, take it off!"

Another slap to the balls has his omega crying harder, trying to close his thighs.

It only makes Jungkook hit his balls again, this time his cock too, making the omega jerk and scream.

"Ahh! Ah, alpha, please! Please, take your shirt off and breed me, alpha, please!" He sobs, pawing at Jungkook's shirt, legs quivering.  

"Oh, you beg for it so sweetly," Jungkook smirks. He pulls away for a while, taking his shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere in the room. His necklace dangles from his neck and the omega leaks another ounce of slick as the alpha's toned body comes into view. His muscles flex as he grips Jimin's neck in a tight hold, keeping him from moving around. 

Jimin's left leg jerks when the alpha shoves his middle finger in again and moves his finger in and out vigourously. The sight of Jimin's hole sucking his finger in has Jungkook painfully hard again. He shoves in another finger and watches as the omega squirms to take it in. In and out, in and out, he sets a rough, yet gentle pace as he moves his fingers. When he seems comfortable again, the alpha pushes in two more fingers, moving them to stretch the omega further. 

"Nghh, ah! J-Jungkookie. . . " Jimin feels so full and Jungkook's cock isn't even in yet.

"Alpha, want—want your cock, please! Want it now," he begs, spreading his legs wider.

"Are you streched enough?" The alpha growls.

"Yes, I am, alpha. Please, want it now!"

Jungkook pulls away from Jimin. Jimin whimpers at that, looking at Jungkook tearfully.

“Jimin,” He says, sounding way too serious. “I don’t have condoms.”

Jimin looks at him, chest heaving, eyes hazy, face red, neck and thighs littered with Jungkook’s hickeys, trying to catch his breath. He’s still painfully hard and his legs are wide spread, showcasing him to his alpha. And he wants the alpha so bad—but there are no condoms. Well, now that’s just perfect!

“Jeon Jungkook, I swear to god—“

“My dad has some,” he blurts. “Although, mom and dad will probably notice if there’s some condoms missing from their bedroom.”

“I don’t care right now,” Jimin says stubbornly. He’s way too horny to give a fuck. “Just get the damn condoms and fuck me.”

Jungkook leaves instantly, Jimin wincing when Jungkook pulls his fingers out suddenly and runs to his parents’ room. He rummages through his parents’ drawers. Fortunately, he doesn’t find any of their ‘private things’. He makes a move to grab the lube too, but then reconsiders. Jimin’s leaking way too much slick, so he’s quite sure they won’t be needing any of the lube.

He jogs back to his room and falls on top of Jimin, kissing him hungrily. “Got the condoms, babe.”

“Great. Now fuck me, please,” Jimin whines, spreading his legs wider. Jungkook groans at the sight of the pretty pink hole squeezing around air. 

Without any other warnings, Jungkook pulls down his pants and boxer. Jimin’s eyes instantly go round at the sight, mouth dropping open. 

“Alpha’s s-so big,” he gasps, nearly drooling. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, ego inflating impossibly larger. 

Jimin reaches down to touch it and he grips it tightly in his hands, making Jungkook hiss. 

“Wanna suck,” he whines, looking into Jungkook’s eyes. “P-Please, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook spanks the omega, jostling him into his arms. “Not before I fuck you, baby.”

He lines his cock up with the condom and then he's pushing it in, all the way into the omega's whole without restrain.

Jimin screams and instinctively tries to run away from the abuse to his hole. Jungkook's wraps a firm hold around his waist when the omega tries to escape. He begged for it and now he'll take it. All of it.

Jimin's got tears running down his face, biting the alpha's biceps to contain his sobs.

Jungkook waits a moment to get the omega used to the feel of his cock, then begins to move. He pulls his cock out and slams it all the way back it. It’s slow, but hard at first and has the omega shivering in pain and pleasure.

Jimin’s mind is fixed between trying to run away from the cock or asking the alpha to be faster.

He lets out a moan with each thrust, scumming to his primal instincts and letting the alpha do as he desires. He’s content with being the pretty princess pillow he is.

“Oh, Jungkook! Mmm, like that . .  .”

He closes his eyes and lets out a squeak as the alpha strikes at a particular spot that has him curling his toes. “Jungkook, r-right there!”

Jungkook lets out a groan as he picks up his pace. He lets his hands roam through the omega’s body, taking every inch in it. He wants to worship the omega's sinful body, so lets himself moan as pleasure shoots up his spine.

Jimin's so pretty and pliant underneath him. The perfect omega. He's gorgeous, inside and out. The best.

The sight of Jimin’s hole clenching around his cock as it tries to take him in deeper has him going feral. He thrusts harder and hums appreciatively when the omega lets out a sob.

Jungkook kisses the omega’s tears away, taking away his mind from the pain as he fucks into the gaping, tight hole faster. “Oh, feel—nghh—feels so good, alpha—ah.” Jimin moans, eyes hazy as the alpha slams into him.

The bed squeaks with the alpha's thrusts. Jimin runs his hands through the alpha's body, his firm pecs and chest. The alpha is so muscular and strong! He scratches Jungkook's back when a particularly hard thrust hits him, whimpering as he sniffs into the crook of Jungkook's neck.

Jungkook coos at him, kissing his neck softly as Jimin's moans get louder and louder. 

"Alpha?” He calls adorably, blinking his eyes. “S-So close now!"

Jungkook hums, hugging Jimin's body closer as he picks up the pace.

"Come for me, sweetheart."

A few thrusts is all it takes for Jimin to arch his back, toes curling as he lets out a choked back. The orgasm hits him intensely, ropes of white shooting out on his thighs and chest.

"Oh! G-gukie!" He whines, trembling as he tries to get down from his high, but the alpha is unrelenting. He keeps on thrusting into him wildly, grasping his omega's waist tightly to keep him from escaping.

He cums a while after, moaning as he does so. His thrusts get sloppy towards the end and he falls on Jimin when he's done.

A small whine has him shifting to the bed instead of his poor omega's small body. They're quiet for a few minutes as they catch their breaths.

Jungkook turns over after a while and smiles at Jimin. The omega has the audacity to blush! Jungkook laughs, kissing him on the nose. "You're so cute, baby!"

Jimin giggles but quietens soon after. He looks a bit nervous and Jungkook notices that he's fiddling with the sheets.

"A-alpha?" Jimin calls out quietly.

"Yes, baby?" Jungkook gives him, what he hopes, is a reassuring smile. His omega looks so innocent and adorable at the moment, lips jutting out in a pout.

"Was I g-good? Did alpha like it? Was—was I good for alpha?"

He's covering himself with the sheets as he says so. He looks so cute and utterly small, Jungkook wants to wrap him in a blanket and protect him from any bad thing that wants to hurt him.

"You were perfect. My perfect omega. You were so good for me, sweetheart." 

There's relief on Jimin's face at the words and he snuggles close to the alpha, whining in his chest. A silent demand for a kiss and Jungkook gives it to him immediately.

"Was I okay?" Jungkook asks. He makes it come off as a tease but Jimin can sense nervousness in his scent. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Sorry, I think I went a little rough—"

"I loved it alpha," Jimin confesses. "It was amazing. It was the best love making I've ever had,” he says, becoming slightly shy at the end.

Jimin becoming shy = Jungkook becoming confident.

He smirks at the omega's confession. "The best, huh?"

"Don't tease me!" Jimin grumbles, accepting Jungkook's apology kiss.

Jungkook sits up and pulls out of the omega. Or so Jimin thinks he is, but he chokes out a moan when Jungkook unexpectedly thrusts into him hard. Jungkook pulls out after that, tossing the used condom into the trash can.

Jimin blinks once and shakes his head.

His alpha is such a tease! 

"Nice shot, alpha!" Jimin grins. 

"Yeah?" Jungkook murmurs, caressing Jimin's ass softly. And if he squeezes the omega's cheeks in between, it's his business.

"Mhmm . . . you should participate in the basketball game this year. Out town's participating in the ‘Annual National Basketball Competition’ this year and . . ." Jimin chirps on, enjoying the soft caress.

"Maybe I will," Jungkook says thoughtfully. His hands travel to Jimin's waist and he pulls the omega closer.

They lie tangled in the cum drenched sheets for the next few minutes; cuddling and softly kissing and whispering to each other.

When the clock strikes seven, Jungkook gets up, pulling the omega along with him.

"Come on, babe. Your mom is gonna kill me if we're a minute past eight."

Jimin laughs and nods. Too right she would! He gets up, but immediately hisses as pain shoots up his back. 

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, concern obvious in his eyes. 

Jimin looks up at the alpha. “Mhmm . . . You were just . . . A bit too good in bed.” 

Jungkook blinks and his eyes widen as the realisation hits. He’s torn between apologising or being smug. Well, he’s not sorry he fucked the omega good. He definitely didn't want to hurt him though.

“Shall I carry you?” Jungkook asks, blushing. 

Jimin blushes too and raises his arms, tightening them around Jungkook’s neck when he holds him, allowing the alpha to carry him to the bathroom.

Other than a few touches here and there, nothing really happens.

Jimin's favorite part is when Jungkook shampoos him. 

And when Jungkook cleans him . . . down there.

His exes never did that so it's oddly very nice.

Although, Jimin supposes it would have been better to do it himself because as he's leaning with his legs between the alpha's head, hands on his shoulder—he's trembling.

Jungkook's fingers thrust in and out, cleaning the cum and slick off. Jungkook isn't trying to make it easy for him either. He either purposely drags his finger a bit further to hit his prostate or thrusts in fast and hard. 

By the time Jungkook's done, Jimin's hard again and his face is completely red. 

"J-Jungkook," he breathes, voice whiny and high-pitched. 

"Oh? My omega is hard again? Does he want to come?" Jungkook says teasingly, looking amused as if this wasn't just what he wanted!

He encloses a hand over Jimin's cock and pumps it. His hand works at a vigorous pace, and Jimin can hardly breathe, let alone support his body weight.

Jungkook's other hand flicks his balls, making the omega jerk forward, pawing at Jungkook's chest weakly. "Ah!"

He comes soon in Jungkook's hand and his legs feel like jelly. So, he surrenders himself in Jungkook's arms, who brings his hands upto Jimin's face. 

"Clean it up,” he orders, with a smack to his ass.

Jimin makes a confused noise. He stretches his hand towards the cleaning rag, but is jostled by Jungkook. "Suck it clean."

Jimin colours red instantly and looks up at the alpha for confirmation. He's smirking at him, so slowly Jimin kittenishly licks his own cum off Jungkook's hand, face burning with the shame of enjoying his own release, but Jungkook seemed turned on at the sight. 

Jungkook gets painfully hard at the sight of the omega’s small tongue peeking out of his mouth, slowly licking his fingers, but he keeps it in. He’s sure Jimin’s quite sore at this point. 

Jungkook decides not to tease him further and cleans them up properly. He dresses Jimin in his black t-shirt, which is way too big on the omega but it'll have to do. It reaches the omega's thighs.

Unfortunately, none of Jungkook's trousers fit him so he wears a pair of boxers. They're hidden beneath the shirt but they're too wide.

So Jimin stands, holding his shirt up to his chest as the alpha ties a belt around the boxers. He lets out a whine when the alpha ties it too tight, so Jungkook readjusts it quickly with a soft apology kiss. Jimin lets his shirt fall to his thighs when Jungkook’s done.

They walk downstairs and Jungkook throws Jimin's clothes in the laundry. 

"You can get them tomorrow. Or I'll come over and—" 

"I'll come over to babysit Junghyun tomorrow early. So I'll get it, Koo." Jimin says eagerly. 

"Early? You mean earlier than usual? You're always there at 7 AM!" Jungkook says teasingly.

"Alpha!" He pouts. "Don't tease!"

"Just joking!"

They walk back to Jimin's house. It's a 15-minute walk so they still have 10 minutes to go. Being the perfect boyfriend he is, Jungkook carries Jimin piggy-back style when Jimin starts to complain about his feet hurting halfway across. 

And they make out during the remaining time. Right infront of Jimin's house, against the old tree standing there. The unsuspecting, poor, old innocent tree Jimin spent his childhood swinging by. 

Jungkook pulls Jimin and gives him one last kiss before they part.

"Bye, baby. See you tomorrow!"

(I love you, sweetheart)

"See you later, alpha!" Jimin gives Jungkook a flying kiss as he pushes his door open.

(God, I love you, alpha)

Jungkook pretends to catch and eat it and they laugh until Jimin waves and the door shuts.

"Okay," Jimin whispers to himself once he's inside. "I'll just go to my room and change quickly before mommy notices and—AHH!"

His mom materializes infront of him and gasps as she looks at Jimin. His hickeys are clearly, very clearly visible. Dark bruises on his neck and thighs. And he knows he's got hundreds of them everywhere. God, Jungkook! 

"I can explain!” Jimin says nervously, hands instantly reaching to cover his neck and thighs. “Mo—Ow! Ouch! I'm sorry, mommy don't. I'm sorry, please . . .”

Later, Jimin thinks the sex was worth it. 

💌🕊️

 Jungkook wakes up next morning with a warm body right next to him. He hums in delight as he snuggles closer to the source of warmth. It smells like vanilla, so delicious! He senses hands brushing his hair softly in a gentle caress and it feels so good . . . 

Wait, a warm body?

On his bed?

He opens his eyes and is greeted by the gorgeous sight of his lover.

"Good morning, Jungkookie!" Jimin coos at him, smiling warmly.

Jungkook's too darn sleepy to process anything. The omega’s gently playing with his hair and the touch is so comforting, so soothing . . . it lulls him right back to sleep. He closes his eyes as he grabs his omega by the waist, pulling him into the sheets, and is out in a second.

"Kookie," Jimin says softly, adjusting himself in the sheets, unaware that his boyfriend’s fallen asleep again. "Get up, baby. We have to go, Junghyun's waiting . . . Wait, Kookie?"

Junghyun barges into the room right at that second and frowns on seeing his brother asleep. Not just that, but his Jimin cuddling with him!

He's already brushed his teeth, washed his face and worn his clothes but his hyung is still sleeping? Outrageous! Scandalous! Irresponsible! 

"JUNGKOOK HYUNG!" He yells, running towards the bed, making Jimin flinch in the process. "GET UP!"

He jumps on the bed and starts shaking Jungkook roughly.

"J-Junghyun-ssi, I don't think you should—” Jimin tries to pry him off, but Junghyun's not even listening.

"Stand away, Jiminie," Junghyun says bravely, as though he’s about to go and fight a war for the omega. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Junghyun-ssi, what are you—"

He jumps on Jungkook, hard enough to break back, and Jungkook’s eyes burst open.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Jungkook roars as his sleepy face comes into view. "JUNGHYUN, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU, I—Oh, Jimin!" 

Jimin’s standing in the corner, staring with wide eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him. "Hi, Jungkook," he says weakly.

Jungkook jumps off the bed, knocking Junghyun off the bed in the process, who lands with a loud thud on the floor—but Jungkook gives zero fucks—and scurrying towards Jimin, embracing him in a warm, tight hug. "Baby! When did you get here? Isn't it way too early?"

Jimin looks at him with a sympathetic smile. "It's 10 AM, babe."

"Exactly. Way too early." 

Jimin kisses his cheek and boops his nose softly. "Your mom said to take Junghyun to the amusement park early today. I woke you up to see if you want to come along . . . pretty please?" He ends it with a pout, lips jutting out as he looks up at the alpha adorably. 

"Of course I do!" Jungkook says readily, already hurrying towards the bathroom, but stops to plant a kiss on Jimin's lips. “I'll be ready in 5!”

"Ugh, no-uh,” Junghyun grumbles, scent souring when Jimin kisses Jungkook.

"Come on, Junghyun-ssi," Jimin says, slightly breathless and embarrassed that Junghyun’s witnessed them kiss. "I made you pancakes with exactly four spoons of honey, twenty-three sprinkles, six strawberries, eight slices of banana and three blueberries—just as you wanted!"

Junghyun rolls his eyes and walks downstairs, ignoring Jimin's outstretched hand. 

"Junghyun-ssi," Jimin frowns, walking after him. "What's wrong? Is it not what you asked for? I can fix it—"

He turns to glower at Jimin. "You didn't kiss me after waking me up in the morning!" He says accusingly. 

Jimin tilts his head in confusion, and Junghyun thinks he looks adorable like that. "I did too!"

Junghyun recalls. 

It was 7:15 AM when Jimin woke him up with a kiss on his cheek and went to the bathroom to set up his bath. 

• KISS COUNT (TODAY) = 1

He carried Junghyun to the bathroom on the boy's demand and prepared his bath as Junghyun brushed his teeth.

Junghyun ordered Jimin to read him a storybook as he bathed and Jimin did just that. After that, Jimin drained the bath after Junghyun stepped out and handed him the hot chocolate he asked for.

Junghyun kissed Jimin's cheek when he got the drink and Jimin massaged his legs as he drank it.

• KISS COUNT (TODAY) = 2 (+1)
• KISS COUNT ON THE LIPS (TODAY) = 0
• KISS COUNT ON THE LIPS (OVERALL) = 0

“But you never kiss me on the lips!” Junghyun argued. “You do that to hyung though!”

Jimin blushes furiously at that. He tries to rack his brains to think of an answer, but privately think that Junghyun must know at least this already? Kissing on the lips was only for a romantic relationship for Jimin (excluding his parents), Jimin learned that way before he was 14 . . . “Umm, Junghyun…” 

Junghyun grumbles all the way into the kitchen, but his mood is considerably improved by the pancakes. They look like heaven! Six pancakes stacked on top of each other, drizzling with honey and adorned with the fruits and sprinkles he wanted! 

Jimin sits at the chair diagonal from Junghyun as he picks on his nails absentmindedly. He hums a tune of a song he heard on the radio last week and asks Junghyun about his favourite games and schoolwork. 

Jungkook comes down 20 minutes later, dressed in blue jeans and a green t-shirt. He’s wearing a fanny bag across his shoulder and he's stuffing his camera and wallet into it as he walks down.

Junghyun’s only eaten about half of his pancakes, so he doesn't complain about Jungkook being late. 

Jungkook kisses Jimin as he comes into the kitchen, making Jimin's cheeks get tinted pink. He's kissed Jungkook enough times now, but he's still shy doing it infront of someone. Especially someone who looks like they'll explode with jealousy if the kissing continues. 

“You said 5 minutes,” Jimin teases when they move apart.

Jungkook chuckles. “Well, I had a certain someone to impress, didn't I?” he says smoothly as he turns the stove on to make himself some breakfast.

“I'm sure that ‘certain someone’ is quite impressed already.” 

“Is he now?” 

“Mhmm… has he impressed you though?”

“Oh, very much. He's very intriguing indeed . . . want some breakfast, baby?” Jungkook’s conversation turns to food as he cracks open an egg.

“No, thanks. I had scrambled eggs earlier,” Jimin says politely.

Jungkook nods and 20 minutes later, they're in Jungkook's Ford Pinto. It's a little old and rusty, but it's works just fine.

Jungkook drives them to the amusement park. Five minutes into the ride, Jimin grasps Jungkook's hands and it stays there, itching dangerously close to Jungkook crotch. They're not shameless enough to try anything with Junghyun in the car however, so it just lays there innocently.

A while later, they arrive at the amusement park and Jimin squeals happily as they get out of the car (Jungkook insists on opening Jimin's door because he’s a gentleman), much more excited than even Junghyun. 

“Excited much?” Jungkook smiles, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist.

“Very much!” Jimin says, pecking Jungkook's nose when he hooks his chin on Jimin's shoulder.

“Then there's no time to lose!” Jungkook says enthusiastically, whisking Jimin away towards the rides.

They try the Ferris wheel first, which has Jimin and Junghyun screaming their lungs out. Jungkook loves it when Jimin clutches his arm tightly and leans into him. He feels extremely protective of Jimin at that moment and thinks he'd literally die for Jimin. 

That really what sets him slightly off. He's never felt such intense feelings for anyone before. He's only known Jimin for a while and he knew he had a crush on him for a while. But it's only been a few months since they officially started dating. He wouldn't . . . nah, no way! 

Jimin's a scaredy cat in front of the rollercoaster though. So Jungkook and Junghyun ride it together and Jungkook has to sit through his brother crying in fright and regretting the fact that he (Junghyun) didn't stay on ground with Jimin.

Junghyun's in a daze when they get off the ride and pukes almost immediately. Angel baby Jimin (Jungkook’s words), rubs his back sympathetically while Jungkook fetches him something to drink.

“Feelin’ better?” Jungkook asks, handing him a bottle of soda.

Junghyun shakes his head as he accepts the drink. “I think I'll stay here for a few minutes,” is all he manages to say before he's barfing out all the pancakes he ate, again.

They leave him alone for a while to check out the other rides. 

They try the Carousel and Jungkook definitely doesn't whisper ‘adult things’ in Jimin's ears when they do. And Jimin totally doesn't blush and whimper in Jungkook's ear as a result. And of course, Jungkook would never keep teasing his poor boyfriend through the entire ride, leaving him teary-eyed at the arousal.

“You're mean,” Jimin hiccups with a sniff when they get off. His panties have become a bit wet and he blushes when people look at him knowingly. His scent’s full of arousal and he's quite sure people can smell his slick leaking through his panties. 

Jungkook laughs and kisses his ear in apology. 

“Sorry, baby . . . but the pictures turned out great.”

Jimin gasps at him. “What pictures?”

Jungkook dangles the camera in front of him wickedly. “You looked amazing.”

. . . What?! 

“Jungkook!” Jimin says, blushing furiously.

“What?”

“You—You just, but—you can’t just . . .”

“Do you want me to delete them?” Jungkook says seriously. “I’ll delete them right now.”

“No!” Jimin nearly yells, but gets red. “I, umm—ughh, just k-keep them! Don’t delete them, okay?”

Jungkook grins at him knowingly.  

Their next stop is the Haunted House and Jimin’s literally begging Jungkook to be as far away from that place as possible.

He's trying to drag Jungkook through his arms, but no matter how much strength he puts in, he hasn't been able to push Jungkook half an inch away from his spot!

Sometimes, he's annoyed that he finds muscular men attractive.

So, 15 minutes later, he's screaming his heart out in the Haunted House, staying glued by Jungkook's side as they walk through.

“Jungkookie . . . isn't this enough? We've had s-so much fun here. S-Shall we go now?” Jimin whispers, licking the alpha’s neck, trying to coax him into leaving the place. “Pretty please with a cute Jimin on top, hmm?”

“You're so fucking adorable, but we've only been here for five minutes!” Jungkook says. He's completely unbothered by the spookiness, clicking pictures with his camera and fist bumping the monster figurines.

Jimin's about to say something, but a zombie comes right at that moment and Jimin's screams again, hiding in the crook of Jungkook's neck, eyes squeezed shut. He feels Jungkook hug him tightly. “Don't worry, baby. It's just a disguise, hmm?”

They move along and Jimin shakes, teary-eyed at any moving creature, clinging onto Jungkook harder each time. 

One dude dressed as the zombie even removes his costume because Jimin is super frightened and almost in tears. “Yo, dudeeee. Chill, I'm not real.”

Jimin sniffs, peeking his head out of Jungkook's neck to look at the dude.

“Y-You’re not?”

“Nah, brooo. So chill and take it easy, brooo.”

“Okay…” Jimin sniffles.

The dude looks down at himself, as though he's just become aware of his existence.

“You know, dude . . . I'm kinda offended that my non-existence makes you feel better, to be honest.”

They leave the Haunted House after that.

“I'm sorry, Jimin,” Jungkook says guiltily. “I-I didn't realise you would have such a strong reaction to it—I just wanted to try it and . . . I'm really sorry.”

Jimin sniffs, wiping his tears on a handkerchief Jungkook lent him. “I was really scared, you know.”

“I know, and I'm really sorry, sweetheart. You didn't deserve that.”

“It’s okay, but . . . I'm not giving you the handkerchief back,” Jimin says poutily.

Jungkook looks relieved. “Oh, oh no, you can keep it. And I won't mess up again, really.”

They walk towards the rollercoaster, hand in hand, to fetch Junghyun and Jimin’s eyes spot a Baseball Throw at one of the stalls. His eyes linger on it for a while.

“Do you want one of those stuffed toys, baby?” Jungkook asks, noticing his interest.

“Huh? Oh, err, no. It’s okay,” Jimin says in embarrassment. He’s not quite sure why he’s embarrassed.

Johan didn’t like me asking for things, Jimin thinks.  

Jungkook leads him to the stall anyway and looks at the owner dude in interest. “How much for a throw?”

“Three bucks for the small prize. Seven bucks for the large prize,” He says, fetching some baseballs from the pit.

“I’ll take the second one,” Jungkook says, handing him seven dollars.

“It’s a bit pricey, Jungkook, let’s go—“ Jimin tries to whisper in his ears. 

Seungho said I was a gold-digger, Jimin thinks. 

“Now, now, let’s not ruin the fun, little omega,” the owner shoots him a dirty grin that has Jimin wrinkling his nose and hiding behind Jungkook. 

He’s clearly happy that someone’s trying for the big teddy bear. Means more money for him. 

He hands Jungkook the three balls and waits at the counter, smirking. These games are supposed to be rigged anyway.

Jungkook successfully knocks off all the bottles with three balls and leaves both, Jimin and the owner, shocked. He laughs happily while the other two boys look stunned, jaws dropped open and everything.

“This cost me 50 bucks,” the owner whispers, as he shakily hands Jungkook a big brown teddy bear.

“I want that one,” Jungkook smirks, pointing to a bigger and cuter one. “This one looks like you,” he adds to Jimin.

“I'm cuter than him,” Jimin huffs but his cheeks are pink. He's clinging to Jungkook's thick arm tightly, giggling to himself. 

He kisses his alpha's cheek when he hands him the teddy bear.

“Thank you, Koo. It’s adorable, I love it!” He says, rewarding his boyfriend with another kiss, this one on the lips.

He holds out the teddy bear in front of himself, looking at it fondly and hugs it tightly.

It's the first gift Jungkook's ever gotten him, he'll cherish it forever and ever and ever and . . . 

“Anything for you,” Jungkook says, kissing his ear, arms around Jimin's waist, chest to his back, leading him towards the rollercoaster.

But Jungkook’s neither Johan, nor Seungho, Jimin thinks happily. 

They make another detour for an icecream shake, vanilla with strawberry for Jungkook and caramel with chocolate for Jimin, before they reach Junghyun.

“Junghyun!” Jimin calls. “Are you feeling better now?”

He's sitting on one of the chairs near a girl his size. They're laughing about something, so Junghyun doesn't notice Jimin for a while.

“Junghyun-ah!” Jungkook says. “You stopped barfing your guts yet?”

Junghyun notices them and becomes red when the girl giggles. “He's better now, oppa.”

She bows to Jimin and Junghyun. “Hello! My name is Hyein. You must be Junghyun's brother and babysitter. Pleased to meet you.” 

“Pleased to meet you too, Hyein,” Jimin says brightly. “You're Junghyun's friend?”

She nods. “Yes! We're in class together. I spotted him sitting here a while ago, so.” 

She waves bye to Junghyun and bows to both of them before leaving. She must've been a beta, as she didn't have a scent.

“She was very polite!” Jimin says when she's gone. “Such a sweetheart. Junghyun, what do you say?” 

Junghyun’s still blushing.

💌🕊️

They grab a bite at a local shop at the carnival (which Jungkook insists on paying for) and decide to call it a day.

Junghyun's pestering Jimin about the teddy bear he got. 

“I can win you a better one!” He says insistently. “Let me get you one!”

“Oh, yeah?” Jungkook snarls, alpha challenged. Another alpha winning his pretty omega gifts? AS IF! 

The game is ON. Jimin’s standing at a corner. He was pushed there as punishment by both boys when he tried to interfere and stop them from the ‘childish argument’. 

“It’s a matter of pride!” They had said in response.

As the first challenge, the Jeon brothers are playing darts against each other, both of them looking confident as though they're already won. Well, Jungkook certainly has.

The owner just looks amused as he hands them a box of darts each. 

They start throwing the darts when the buzzer rings. Junghyun doesn't have much experience so he throws them randomly, just hoping for them to land on the balloons. 

By the time the buzzer ends, Junghyun's managed to pop 2 balloons and Jungkook, 9. 

Jungkook wins the prize and smirks at Junghyun. “Ha! Loser!”

He comes to Jimin and kisses him hard, making the omega stumble a bit, and hands him a bunny plushie this time. He parts his lips as he presses the prize into Jimin’s hands. 

“Now this one looks like you,” Jimin laughs, kissing the bunny’s nose. “Thank you so much, alpha.”

“My baby,” Jungkook coos, peppering kisses all over Jimin’s face. “I would never let another alpha think they've got a chance with you!” He fumes, darting a dirty look at Junghyun.

“Jungkookie—” 

“I can beat you at Whack-a-Mole!” Junghyun yells.

“Wanna bet?” Jungkook yells back.

Oh dear! Jimin thinks, face falling as he looks between the two frantically.

30 minutes later, Jimin's nearly sinking under the weight of plushies. Jungkook's won him a big brown teddy bear, a small white bunny, a small yellow chick, a medium blue koala, a small racoon, another big pink bear, a small panda, a big lama, a small giraffe, a rainbow Unicorn, a small elephant, a weird creature Jimin doesn't know, and a conjoined cat and dog plushie. 

Thirteen all together. And Junghyun still hasn't won.

Jimin struggles to carry the plushies as they move on.

It's 3:30 PM now and Jungkook's mother told Jimin to be back by 3 PM. 

“Guys, l-let’s go!” He tries to say, barely able to see where he's going with all the plushies. His arms hurt, his feet hurt and he can't see anything. The fact that he’s had mind-blowing sex with Jungkook just the day before, and is slightly limping as a result, doesn’t help. 

“Jungkook? Junghyun?”

“Aaaand Jungkook wins again!” Jungkook yells laughingly, adding a tiger plushie on top of the pile Jimin's already carrying.

Junghyun clenches his fist in frustration. “Just hold on, Jimin!” He says in panic. “I'll win you one no matter what!”

“It's, okay, Junghyunie, you don't need to—”

“Wanna try another one?” Jungkook says, looking very smug of himself.

Jimin whines, grasping the plushies tightly and trying not to fall. 

“Kookie,” he whines. The alpha’s too busy having a snarling competition with Junghyun so he doesn’t notice the omega. It tips the omega’s anger meter to a full 10 and has him bursting in anger.

“Jungkook!” Jimin yells, wiping the smirk right off Jungkook's face. “That's enough, now! Don't tease Junghyun like that, he just wanted to get something and you're being so competitive—he's younger! And you don't need to win me plushies to prove anything! It was cute at first, but now I'm just getting really angry!”

“And I'm tired!” Jimin adds, stomping his feet, while supporting the biggest pout he can muster on his face. “So tired and you made me carry all of these for 30 minutes! My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my back hurts, everything hurts! And it’s all your fault, you stupid alpha!”

Jungkook looks stunned and Junghyun looks at him guiltily. He really did make his omega carry all of it, but he can’t feel scared by the omega’s outburst because he looks so damn adorable. He does feel bad though. Jimin’s right. 

“I’m sorry,” they say at the same time. 

Jungkook buys a bag and Junghhun puts all the plushies in them. They carry the big ones themselves. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” Jungkook murmurs with a kiss on Jimin’s forehead as they begin to walk. “I didn’t realize how heavy these plushies are.”

Jimin pouts again, turning his head away with a “hmph!”

Junghhun’s still a little upset that he didn’t win anything, despite playing tons of games. His sour scent is noticed by Jimin, who sighs and decides to forgive them after all.

“Why don’t you try a claw machine instead, hmm?” Jimin says to Junghyun when they come across one. “It’s a one-player, so Jungkook won’t get in your way.”

Junghyun peers at him hopefully. “Shall I?”

It takes 13 tries for Junghhun to finally get a small dinosaur plushie out of the claw machine, but he’s immensely happy all the same. 

Jungkook’s spent over a hundred dollars today, his entire saving of 4 years! But he doesn’t regret it at all, he loves all the plushies he’s got for his boyfriend!

“JUNGHYUN, YOU WON!” Jimin squeals happily, jumping up and down and embracing Junghyun in a tight hug. “CONGRATULATIONS!”

Junghyun’s blushing profusely. “It’s f-for you,” he mumbles, handing it over to Jimin.

Jimin takes it from him with a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Junghyunie. I’ll always treasure it, but you don’t have to—“

“No, I want you to have it. Really.” He says, laughing now. “Let’s go?” He walks ahead, giving the couple some space. 

“You didn’t look that happy when I got you all those,” Jungkook says sourly.

“Someone’s jealous,” Jimin giggles.

“Rightfully so! You better watch it or—“

“Or what?” Jimin says teasingly. “Is my alpha going to punish me? Did I make him mad?” 

Jungkook chuckles and looks at him in a gentle what-will-I-do-with-you kind of way.

“Alpha would never punish his omega,” he says softly. 

“Neeeever?” Jimin tilts his head cutely. 

“Never.” 

“Even if he does something that makes his alpha really, really mad?”

“Even if he does something that makes his alpha really, really mad,” Jungkook confirms.

“Why?”

The question makes Jungkook pause. He glances at Jimin and then away as if looking at him would make the omega aware of . . . 

Of what exactly? Jungkook thinks. He likes Jimin. Jimin knows that. But what he feels is far more than that.

Jungkook knows it because he’s been in a relationship with quite a few people. He liked them, he really did. But he never felt this weird feeling in his chest. His chest didn’t feel like it would burst out any second.

He never thought of someone randomly in the day and almost cried because he felt so lucky to be with such a person.

He wants to be with Jimin all the time. Wants to make sure he’s always okay. Wants to talk to him all day. Wants to scent him and kiss them at any opportunity.

He feels this in an intense way. In a omg-why-do-I-feel-this-my-heart-is-going-to-burst way. That intense.

He doesn’t answer and feels Jimin shooting suspicious glances at him.

“You owe me 36 bucks,” Jungkook calls out to Junghyun, changing the subject. “I want it all by today.”

“Jungkook!” 

They get in the car and Jungkook drops Jimin home. 

“It’s been a rough day, baby. Sleep tight.”

“Will do so, Koo.” 

“Gimme a kiss.”

Jimin pauses in his way out of the car and bites his lip with a glance to Junghyun. He leans forward and kisses Jungkook, who grips his jaws and deepens it. A hand around his throat has Jimin softly moaning, making him open his mouth, giving Jungkook a perfect opportunity to thrust his lips in. Jimin whimpers into the kiss and tries to tap Jungkook’s chest to get his attention, as his words just get drowned in the kiss.

“Gross,” Junghyun mutters. 

Those words have Jimin pulling away from Jungkook, gasping as he tries to breathe. “J-Jungkook . . .”

Jimin’s face is red as he grabs his bag. He turns back to Jungkook and is about to say something, but hesitates when he looks at Junghyun. 

“What is it, baby?” Jungkook asks with a frown.

“N-Nothing,” Jimin stammers, stepping out. He’s about to say something again, but hesitates, softly shutting the car door.

“Alright,” Jungkook sighs, getting out of the car. He slams the door shut and walks over to Jimin.

Junghhun sees Jimin whisper something to Jungkook at the door to his house. Jimin then hides his face and tries to run away into his house, when Jungkook holds him by the waist and whispers something back. He sees Jimin blush and rub his head on Jungkook’s chest, snuggling impossibly deeper. 

It seems like he doesn’t want to let go.

Junghyun feels like a third wheel, which he probably is.

He looks at his fingers in his lap. 

He really did like Jimin. He wishes he were a few years older, so he could court Jimin.

He thinks there isn’t much of an age difference. He’s fourteen, Jimin’s twenty one. Seven years.

In four years, he could officially court Jimin. He’d be eighteen, and Jimin twenty five. 

He doesn’t care about the age difference, he’s sure he’d be able to dominate the omega anyway. 

Well, at least that was his plan before Jungkook hyung came into the picture. Now, it seems like they’re dating. Junghyun sighs, his heart twisting in pain. 

Well, he got the plushie for Jimin.

A good ending for his first love. 

He’s broken out of his thoughts when he hears the car door open. Jungkook plops down in the seat and glances at Junghyun through the rear view mirror. 

“Say, would you be willing to walk home, Junghyun?”

Junghyun refuses. 

💌🕊️

Jimin frowns when he hears the door bell ring. It’s been two hours since he’d come back from the carnival. 

His parents aren’t home today, having to go to a festival next town. The festival’s gathering thousands from all over the country so they’ve gone to set up a stall for their apple goods.

He hums as he walks downstairs, drying his hair with a towel. He’s wearing his bathrobe, having just showered, and his skin’s moist from the lotion he used.

He opens the door. 

“Hello, I’m Jimin and my parents aren’t—Jungkook?”

Jungkook’s looking at him, grinning widely. He's wearing different clothes, so Jimin assumes he’s dropped Junghyun off and now is back.

“Hi, baby.”

Jimin gulps. He knows why the alpha is here. He told Jungkook his parents weren’t home so his house was empty and if he wanted, he could come over and they could . . .

~

“Oh!” Jimin moans, figure trembling when Jungkook plunges deeper. “Ah, l-like that, kookie.”

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook hisses. “You’re so tight, mhm. . .” He pushes his cock further in, making Jimin’s eyes widen. 

“Ah-hah Jungkook, maybe-maybe—“ His voice is cut off by a loud moan when Jungkook touches that spot. “Oh, Kookie, right there! More, please!”

Jungkook grits his teeth, bucking his hips. He pulls out entirely before he slams in back in and Jimin’s arms give out. He slumps down onto the bed, whining as Jungkook cages him from behind, thrusting in faster.

Jimin grabs the bedsheet for purchase as he feels Jungoook’s hips slam into him vigorously. He feel delirious like this. With Jungook’s warm body heat plunging into him over and over, tipping him nearly to oversensitivity. 

Drunk on pleasure, he moves his hips, accommodating Jungkook’s thrusts, chasing the high feeling. 

His breath hitches when Jungkook grabs his hips and forces him to still.

“Be a good omega and—ah—and be still for me. Take it how I give it,” he grits his teeth, as he squeezes Jimin’s ass, making the omega mewl in return.

Jimin loves how the alpha becomes so dominant over him in bed. He’s sweet to Jimin otherwise, but it’s an entirely different story in bed.

“Baby, you just got so tight,” Jungkook groans, pushing Jimin’s legs further apart to inspect his hole. It’s sucking Jungkook right in, fluttering softly when Jungkook slightly pulls out. “What’re you thinking of?”

Jimin’s face is squished against the pillow and his eyes are squeezed shut. He babbles something incoherent. Clearly, Jungkook’s nearly fucked his brains out.

Jungkook pulls out completely and flips Jimin over roughly so that he’s on his back now. Jimin cries as his eyes shoot open, whining at the alpha in front of him. “W-Why’d you stop?” He complains tearfully.

Jimin looks gorgeously fucked out. His hair’s a mess, body sweaty, chest heaving, lips swollen and slightly bruised, marks littered over his neck and chest . . . 

He looks ethereal in Jungkook’s eyes.

Jimin moans when he sees Jungkook’s cock. It’s erect and fully red. It’s so big and thick and veiny, Jimin licks his lips. He wants to suck it so bad, but the alpha hasn’t let him yet. It has Jimin wiggling his hips again, trying to take the cock back in, but Jungkook smacks his ass hard. He whines when he feels the pain shoot up.

“Calm those fucking hips unless you want me to leave, omega.” Jungkook growls at him, squeezing Jimin’s balls tightly as punishment, making Jimin shudder and sob softly.

Jungkook holds Jimin’s thighs apart as he pushes his cock back in slowly, watching as Jimin’s eyes roll back, hands grasping the bedsheets. 

Jimin’s legs twitch and he tries to close them against the intrusion, but Jungkook’s grip is unrelenting. So Jimin gives up and tries to focus on breathing through the uncomfortable stretch. 

He has never taken the alpha’s full cock. It’s too big to fit in, but it seems like his alpha wants him to take all of it. 

He jerks and lets out a loud whine when Jungkook squeezes his balls again. “Answer me!” His alpha commands.

Answer what? All Jimin can think of now is how the alpha’s cock sits snug inside of him. He can almost feel it in his belly and it makes him ache down there. The need to cum makes his mind hazy.

Jungkook pulls back again and slams the cock into Jimin, grinning when the omega screams, trying to wiggle his hips away from the alpha on instinct. Jungkook pulls him right back and thrusts into him again, making the omega cry out. 

“Jungkook!” He whines through his sobs, when the pain gets mixed with newfound pleasure. “Oh!” 

He’s nearly back to his dazed state when he feels the alpha pinch his balls. It makes his hips shoot up, hissing at the pain. He looks up from the pillow and sees the alpha looking at him with that intense glare of his. 

“Alpha!” He sobs when Jungkook hits his balls. “Alpha, alpha. . .”

“Fucking answer me,” he growls.

He thrusts into Jimin, who moans in response. The heat’s making it hard for him to breathe, yet here his alpha is. Demanding him to answer.

“A-Answer w-what, ah, alpha?” He says and cries out when Jungkook hits his balls again, harder this time. He flinches away, trying to get Jungkook’s hand away from his balls, but his actions only lead to Jungkook’s squeezing them tighter.

“Who were you fucking thinking of just now?” Jungkook says as he slams into Jimin’s sweet spot. The omega moans loudly and ruts his hips. His sweet whines are music to Jungkook’s ears, but the alpha wants an answer from him now.

Right when he knows his omega is about to come, he squeezes Jimin’s cock tightly, preventing him from coming at all.

Jimin eyes open and he looks at his alpha in betrayal as he orgasms dry, tears running down his cheeks. 

“A-Alpha,” he hiccups. “Wanna come, please!”

“Answer me, baby,” Jungkook says. He pulls out slightly and smirks at Jimin. “Come on, baby.” 

“Alpha,” he sobs. “It’s alpha!”

“Yes, sweetheart?” Jungkook says in a soft voice. Jimin looks at him in disbelief, it’s crazy how quickly his alpha can switch up from a raging, dominant alpha to a sweet, caring boyfriend.

Jimin shakes his head as Jungkook resumes his thrusts again. They’re slower this time, but so much harder, hitting all the right spots in him. He winces when he feels Jungkook’s cock piercing through his sweet spot. 

“No!” he desperately whines, shaking his head. “It’s—it’s alpha. Was thinking . . . of, ungh, alpha. Of you, alpha—ah!”

Jungkook stills for a second, but resumes immediately when the omega huffs in protest. His chest warms and he hauls Jimin up into his lap, the omega wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s shoulders immediately. Jimin sniffs into the crook of Jungkook’s neck and rests his head there.

He gasps when Jungkook drops him full onto his cock. He can feel the cock much more in this position. He shudders in Jungkook’s ear when the alpha squeezes his ass.

“K-Kookie, I’m—oh—I’m close! Please, wanna—unh—wanna come this time, please alpha.” He mewls in Jungkook’s ear, licking his ear sweetly to coax the alpha into letting him come.

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

Jimin comes with a sob, which is swallowed by the alpha immediately. He kisses Jimin fiercely through his orgasm. Jimin whimpers, hands pawing at  Jungkook’s chest, as he comes long and deep, making a sticky mess between their bodies.

The alpha fucks him right into oversensitivity and as much as the omega tries to move away, Jungkook won’t let him, holding him tightly by his waist, until he’s come as well, right into his omega’s pretty little hole that’s sucking him in so deeply.

“Alpha!” Jimin pathetically cries out. “Want—want your knot, ahh! Please, knot me, Kookie . . .”

“Damn right I will,” Jungkook growls, letting the omega fall into the bed as his hips stutter, close to cumming.

His knot swells inside the omega, making his belly bulge and that’s what makes the alpha come loudly, smacking the omega’s ass and watching it jiggle as he releases his load. His knot continues to grow until it tugs at the omega’s rim, fitting snugly in.

He drops onto Jimin and they catch their breaths for a while, lips hovering over eachother’s. He knot tugs at Jimin’s rim as he moves onto the bed, shifting his omega into his arms.

The omega whines at the pain, Jungkook shushing him instantly with a kiss. He continues to kiss all over his sweetheart’s face, until he’s distracted from the sting of the knot.

“My perfect omega,” Jungkook murmurs in his ear. “So good for me, took my knot so well . . .” 

Jimin purrs, hands rubbing his alpha’s pecs and his eyes close. He finds it hard to keep them open and murmurs something as he falls asleep. It’s too quiet for the alpha to understand, so he kisses his omega instead and is lulled to sleep with him.

When Jungkook wakes up an hour later, the swell of his knot has gone down, so he carefully pulls it out of Jimin, kissing the sleeping omega when he whimpers in his sleep. He looks at Jimin’s face for some time and realises he loves him.

He loves him. He truly does. He may be only twenty one and may not know a lot of things, but he knows love. 

And he knows he’s in love with Jimin. He feels it in the way his alpha howls in his chest.

 He gets up a while later and fetches a cloth to clean them both up. He’s not sure which one to use, so he takes a quick shower and uses the damp towel to clean Jimin up.

He cleans his face and neck, then his chest and then his cock softly. Jimin whimpers in his sheets when Jungkook inserts a finger in his hole to pull the slick and cum out, still asleep. The alpha softly strokes Jimin’s thighs and ass with the towel, making his legs twitch in his sleep, but he doesn’t get up. 

He licks up Jimin’s hole to clean up the areas he can’t reach with the towel. It’s nothing sexual. In fact, the quite opposite; an intimate action for their kind and Jungkook doesn’t mind it at all. 

Jungkook kisses Jimin softly as he lies down in the sheets (after changing them) and pulls the covers over both of them. 

“I love you,” he murmurs as he falls asleep.

Jimin wakes up half an hour later and is instantly met with beautiful, brown, doe eyes already looking at him. He blushes and hides his face in Jungkook’s neck, making Jungkook laugh. 

“Feeling shy now, are we?” Jungkook teases, nipping his neck softly. 

“Mhmm,” Jimin purrs, nosing at Jungkook’s scent gland.

“You weren’t so shy a few hours ago.”

“Jungkookie! Don’t be mean to me,” Jimin pouts, biting the alpha’s biceps softly.

Jungkook raises his eyebrow at the omega’s actions: softly nibbling on his arm, eyes closed.

He does that a lot.

Suck on Jungkook’s biceps.

They could be cuddling or watching a movie or just sitting and Jimin would mouth Jungkook’s biceps. Contrary to what Jungkook assumed, it’s not because Jimin finds his bicep hot (which he does), but rather it’s a comforting action for omegas.

So Jungkook’s heart tugs at the childlike innocence of his omega, and he chuckles. 

The alpha then quietens for a while, contemplating what he’s about to say. 

“Jimin? He says in a low voice.

Jimin pulls back and looks at him with a smile. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

Jungkook looks at him, he looks so in love with him! Tears well up in Jimin’s eyes when he hears those words. His heart beats as he lets out a sob. 

“Jimin?” Jungkook says worriedly, wiping the tears off his face. “I’m sorry, I—“

Jimin cradles him face in his hands. “Why are you sorry, dummy?” 

“I . . .” Jungkook deflates. 

“I love you too, alpha,” he says shakily and then he kisses Jungkook. He pulls the alpha close as though he’s scared to lose him, sniffling.

Jungkook deepens the kiss and looks at him, tears in his own eyes now.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Jungkook. I’ve been in love with you for a year now . . .” He sniffs, pecking Jungkook’s lips again.

“I’m so lucky,” Jungkook murmurs, kissing Jimin’s eyes. “I’ve loved you ever since that day in the library . . . Thank you for blessing me with your presence, I can’t imagine a life without you.”

He pulls Jimin on top of him, in a way that Jimin’s sitting on his lap, with thighs on either side. They kiss softly for a while, none of them eager to let go. It’s wholly pure and incredibly soft. 

They laze around for the rest of the day, cuddling putting up a movie, kissing, munching on popcorn and making love. At night, they shower together and cook domestically. 

As they sit with their dinner on the couch, Jungkook purposely puts on the movie ‘Exhuma’, which has the omega squeaking in fright, snuggling impossibly closer to him. 

When it’s late and time for Jungkook to go, Jimin stops him with a nervous bite on his lip.

“Kookie . . . My parents won’t be home tonight,” he says softly. “Please stay the night?” 

Jungkook’s eyes crinkle as he smiles widely. He kisses him and that’s all the answer Jimin needs.

THE END 💌🕊️