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The music hits Jimin like a rush of hot air, when he steps on the dance floor, tasting of euphoria. The atmosphere feels electric, a rhythmic beat pulsating from the speakers, flashing lights blinding him, obscuring the shapes of people dancing together, wrapped around each other, fueled by alcohol.
Jimin is one of them.
This is why he’s here. The music and dance, dance and more dance.
This is when he feels alive.
Some people his age shake their heads at him still enjoying clubbing at the age of 25, but this is when he can let go. Here he doesn’t have to dance to a specific choreography, like he has to as a backup dancer. Here, he doesn’t have to break down his moves to explain them to the young students in the dancing classes he’s teaching. Here, he can just move.
He’s dancing with someone. He forgot her name, but he remembers that they kissed earlier. Now they’re kissing too. She’s good. At kissing but also at dancing, their bodies moving together in fluent motions, carried by the beat of the music.
From what he can tell, she’s completely human, no trace of wolf to be found in her scent. Jimin usually prefers it this way for a quick fuck.
Hooking up with humans is easy and clean, there aren’t any pheromones involved that make him produce slick and no knots that make him lose his mind and babble embarrassing shit. Hooking up with humans usually leaves him satisfied in a satiating way.
Hooking up with other wolves on the other hand always leaves him with some kind of primal itch beneath his skin, a sensation that makes him fear he might lose control of himself. It leaves him satisfied too, but in a different way. The satisfaction of an orgasm with another wolf, surrounded by wolf pheromones, always makes him crave that satisfaction more and more, makes him long for it, ache for it. It’s addicting.
So, this is how he prefers it.
The girl presses herself closer and Jimin asks himself, if she would do this, if she knew that he has wolf blood in him.
Most young people don’t mind, especially since having a wolf as a partner comes with quite a few perks, like great stamina. Omega slick and alpha knots, topics that were considered tabu only a couple of decades ago, are now discussed with great interest among young people, for some it’s even a kink.
Yeah, the younger generations don’t mind them. It’s usually older people frowning at them for some reason, even though the line between human and wolf has long been blurred. Wolves aren’t really wolves anymore.
When human’s and wolves started living together thousands of years ago, they of course started to intermingle and propagate. And since human genes are significantly more dominant than wolf-genes, wolves slowly disappeared.
Only traces of wolf behavior can be found in some of the people walking the earth nowadays. According to a recent study only about a third of the world’s population carry wolf-genes.
And carrying a wolf is really no big deal.
Jimin looks like a human, behaves like a human… the only difference is, that his sense of smell is significantly better, that he reacts to pheromones and that he, as a wolf with omega status, produces slick when he’s turned on – but only when alpha pheromones are involved, just like an alpha can only form a knot with omega pheromones present. Wolf pheromones are actually an emerging trend on the erotic market right now, usually among the best sellers these days. More and more couples, where only one partner is a wolf, want to experience the full thing and the sex industry provides them with possibilities.
But that’s basically it. There really aren’t many differences between wolves and humans.
“Can’t wolves also change their eye color?” Hoseok, his best friend asked, shortly after Jimin moved in with him back in their college days. Jimin mentioned his wolf gene to him right away, wanted to be open about from the get go, worried his roommate might be uncomfortable around him for some reason.
Hoseok didn’t mind, welcoming him with a bright smile and open arms, but he was curious, since he’s never been close to a wolf. And Jimin was happy to educate him, always glad when he could clear up misconceptions about his kind.
“Well, technically yes. Anatomically it’s possible, but I’ve never seen anyone do it. It’s rare and doesn’t really happen. I’m not able to do it.”
Now, Hoseok dates a wolf himself. Granted, his girlfriend – or rather fiancée and mother of his unborn child – is a beta, displaying little to no wolf behavior. Apparently, she didn’t even know she was a wolf until she hit her mid-twenties.
Usually, wolves present in their late teens, for Jimin it happened when he was 18, just after he graduated high school.
For him it didn’t come as a surprise that he’s a wolf.
Sometimes, the gene skips a couple of generations and suddenly appears in someone who has no idea what’s happening, when they present, but Jimin’s parents and one of his grandmothers carry a wolf and the possibility for him carrying one too were pretty high. The only surprise was, that he presented as an omega, even though both his parents and his grandmother are alphas.
He didn’t mind though and his family didn’t mind either, mostly because they don’t give a shit about anything when it comes to Jimin, only shrugging their shoulders at whatever Jimin does. In that case that was a plus.
He wonders if the girl he’s dancing with – she’s kissing him again, tasting of peachy lip gloss – would mind him being an omega. If she would prefer an alpha.
Suddenly, someone pulls on his arm.
He detaches himself from the girl and turns around.
“We’re leaving!” Hoseok shouts against the music, his platinum blonde hair reflecting the flashing neon lights.
“What? We just got here!”
“There’s a house party downtown Seokjin wants to go to. A guy named Namjoon? I don’t know.”
Jimin remembers that name.
“Ah, I think that’s his new crush – one of his agency’s producers… How are we gonna get there?”
“A friend of Seokjin’s is giving us a ride.”
Jimin turns around to ask the girl if she wants to come with them, but she’s already disappearing into the crowd of dancing people, searching for a new dancing partner.
He huffs. Great.
Hoseok grins at him apologetic. “Sorry for raining on your parade.” Then he checks his phone, with a worried frown.
“Seo-Hae told you to have fun tonight, stop checking your phone.”
Hoseok sighs and slides his phone into the pocket of his jeans. “I know, but she had bad morning sickness today.”
“It’s 11pm, it’s not morning, she’s fine.”
His best friend throws him a look. “You don’t just stop being pregnant at 11pm.”
He flinches when apparently his phone vibrates and pulls it out of his pocket, unlocking it.
“What does she say?”
Hoseok rubs the back of his neck. “Told me to stop annoying her and have fun.”
“And that’s what we’re gonna do. Where’s Seokjin?”
“Waiting outside.”
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
Jimin shivers when cold night air grazes his naked arms, his skin still heated from dancing. The sudden lack of loud music makes Hoseok’s voice sound somewhat muffled to his ears when he speaks up, scrolling through his messages with their friend.
“Seokjin is already in the car. Black Toyota at the far end of the parking lot. His friend had to leave to make a phone call but should be back soon.”
After finding said car – Seokjin waving at them through the window of the passenger seat – they hurriedly open the doors to slip into the back seats, escaping the cold night. Once he pulled the door close behind him, the earthy scent of rosewood hits Jimin’s nose and he freezes.
He inhales again, discreetly, exhaling a shuddering breath when traces of pheromones hit him, confirming his suspicion.
Alpha.
And a good smelling alpha at that. Jimin inhales again, his eyes fluttering shut. A really good smelling alpha.
Heat pools in the pit of his stomach, sending a tingling sensation through his body, and his eyes fly open, his cheeks growing incredibly hot.
Oh no.
He adjusts himself in his seat.
He absolutely cannot pop a boner in Seokjin’s friend’s car like a creep, just because his omega likes the scent too much. The alpha would even smell it and probably be highly uncomfortable. Oh God.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Jimin waves Hoseok off, clamping his legs shut.
And then he feels the wetness.
Shit.
He hasn’t produced slick in such a long time, hasn’t been around alpha pheromones for so long, that he totally forgot how it feels. How it feels when his body is getting ready to be taken by an alpha.
He buries his fingers into the seat padding on either side of him, when the heat in his stomach flares up even hotter. He closes his eyes again, inhaling through his mouth, trying to tune out the delicious scent until he feels his body relax slightly, the heat simmering down.
Thank God.
“Jungkook should be here any minute, he had to make a phone call.”
Jimin’s eyes fly open, the name hitting something deep inside his memory, so deeply hidden, that digging it out, bringing it to the forefront of his mind, is highly uncomfortable.
He knew someone named Jungkook.
But it can’t be…
“What’s his full name?” He asks.
Seokjin turns in the passenger seat to look at him.
“Jeon Jungkook. You know him?”
Cold dread worms his way inside his chest, spreading down to his fingers. He swallows thickly, his throat feeling very dry all of a sudden.
“Huh… I think we went to the same high school,” he mumbles, fastening his seatbelt.
He looks out of the window, eyes scanning over the people in the relatively dark parking lot, none of them looking familiar.
“Ah, there he is.”
He follows the direction of Seokjin’s finger until his eyes land on the silhouette of a tall person approaching the car with big strides.
He shifts in his seat, the seatbelt digging into his shoulder. Suddenly he feels trapped, can smell his own stress seeping from his pores. He wants nothing more than to run because Jeon Jungkook is one of the last people he wants to see. Most people from his high school days he doesn’t want to see, but Jeon Jungkook is pretty high up on that list.
From a young age Jimin knew he was in a dysfunctional family. He didn't know that word back then of course, but when he was really young, he knew something was wrong. He always tried to fix everyone around him with hugs and kindness. But it didn’t work. His parents were constantly fighting and instead of learning friendship and love, he learned anger and resentment and soon he gave up on trying to fix them with kindness.
He brought his family’s anger to school with him. And since he pretty quickly and totally by chance made a couple of friends that were bigger than average, who helped him shove the other kids around, that’s exactly what Jimin did.
He enjoyed it. It was a sadistic power trip and power like that goes to your head. Doubly so when you're a teenager.
Jimin thought he was hot shit. Everyone was scared of him and his ‘friends’. Nobody short of adult could stop them. They ganged up on others, insulted them, threw stuff at them… If you said something to Jimin that he didn't like, he'd retaliate by grabbing your homework and tearing it up in front of you, or by dumping a coke in your backpack while walking behind you. If you wanted to fight back, that was perfectly fine with him, he would just get his bigger friends to fight for him.
It’s a myth that the strong bully the weak. It’s rather that those who are weak, who can’t handle their stress, attack the gentle natured.
Jimin attacked Jungkook because Jungkook was too gentle, too kind, too clever, too pretty... There was a softness to his appearance, a mix of warmth and shyness. It was the look of an honest soul. And Jimin hated it. He hated that Jungkook had good grades and a functioning family who was proud of him. All that was excuse enough for him to make the younger boy his target. One of many, but definitely one of his main targets.
It wasn’t until Jimin presented as an omega and changed cities to go to college, finally leaving his family’s toxic household behind, that he changed his ways. College was like a new beginning for him. Here, nobody knew that he used to be a mean kid, here he found people, who showed him friendship, and love, and kindness.
And Jimin soaked it up like a sponge. That warm fuzzy feeling of true happiness. And finally, he learned how fulfilling it could be, to give kindness and get kindness back.
Ever since he graduated high school, every now and then, he thinks about Jungkook. The shy boy with big brown doe eyes, who just let Jimin do his shit, who never fought back, when Jimin tripped him, shoved him, called him names, knocked his lunch tray out if his hands, stole and ruined his textbooks… The boy who always watched Jimin from a distance with so much hatred in his eyes.
Back then, Jimin thought it was funny, that someone so gentle hated him so much.
Now he thinks it was just sad. Over the years Jimin’s regret for being the way he was, especially to Jungkook, grew bigger and bigger.
He felt and still feels horrible for what he did.
But he slowly learned to cope with the feeling of regret by shoving the memories away, every time they pop up. He’s grown somewhat comfortable with pretending it never happened, now that he lives a new life in a new city with new people.
But tonight, his past seems to have finally caught up with him, ready to call him out.
He feels sick with stress when the car door opens and a big figure slips into the driver seat.
He holds his breath when he’s hit with a sudden wave of rosewood and the scent of something so purely alpha that it brings the heat between his legs back.
Jungkook is bigger now. A lot bigger than back then. Jimin supposes presenting as an alpha does that to you. His hair is a lot longer too, styled to the side to show off an undercut and many silver piercings dangling from his ear, one from his eyebrow.
“Hi,” Jungkook say as he closes the door and Jimin flinches at the sound of his deep voice.
He sees the other’s shoulders tense and knows he can smell an omega on the verge of panic in his car, mixed with the scent of hot arousal. It comes as no surprise that his head whips around to Jimin immediately.
When their eyes meet, Jimin’s heart stops for a second.
Yes, this is definitely Jeon Jungkook. He looks so different from back then but also not at all. His nose is still the same and his eyes are still as big, but his skin is clearer, his face less round, the cutting jawline a stark contrast to the soft waves of his hair.
Even in the dim light he can tell the exact moment Jungkook recognizes him, because that’s when the calming pheromones that the alpha automatically started emitting come to an immediate stop, making room for the smell of confusion, then uncertainty, then something ugly.
“Park Jimin.”
It’s not a question, rather a statement, his tone neutral just like his expression, not even a hint of surprise in it, perfectly masking everything that’s going on in his scent.
“Hello Jungkook,” Jimin says and can’t look him in the eyes any longer, busies himself by looking out the window, hoping to God that Jungkook won’t say anything else.
“Jimin mentioned you guys went to the same high school!” Seokjin exclaims, the two humans in the car not having a clue about what’s going on. “What a small world, right? And this is Hoseok.”
From the corner of his eyes Jimin sees Jungkook and Hoseok shake hands briefly, before Seokjin announces:
“I have to pee.”
Jungkook turns back around to fasten his seatbelt.
“Why didn’t you go when you were still inside?”
“I didn’t want to use a dirty club restroom when I can use a perfectly clean toilet at Joon’s.”
“Well, with traffic it’ll take about 20 minutes.”
Seokjin groans. “It’s really urgent.”
“Then I can only offer a dirty gas station restroom down the street.”
Seokjin grimaces. “I’ll take it.”
Jungkook starts the car, his hands gripping the stirring wheel so hard, that Jimin can see his knuckles turning white.
When they drive off, Jimin stares at the entrance of the club disappearing from his sight, longing for nothing more than being back in there, enjoying a carefree night. Or literally anywhere else. Just not here, surrounded by alpha pheromones from a guy who hates him.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
When they stop at the gas station, Seokjin hops out.
“I’ll be quick!”
“Wait, I’ll come with you, I have to go too,” Hoseok removes his seat belt, hopping out of the car as well.
Then both car doors close and suddenly it’s only him and Jungkook.
Jimin stares out the window, doesn’t even dare to blink, his heart beating fast inside his chest. The silence is heavy and uncomfortable, the air feeling so brittle, Jimin thinks it might snap any moment, and if it doesn't, he himself might. He gives his shoulder a wiggle, trying to release the tension building in his neck, knowing very well that he smells of heavy stress.
When Jungkook speaks up, it makes Jimin flinch.
“Who would’ve thought. Park fucking Jimin. A fucking omega.”
Jimin looks up and locks eyes with Jungkook through the rearview mirror, before the other gives him a once-over in the cold neon light of the gas station that’s illuminating the inside of the car. It has Jimin squirm in his seat and he bites his tongue.
“I need to use the restroom too,” he mutters, unbuckling his seatbelt and making a move to open the door.
“You sure you want to walk around outside like that?” Jungkook sounds amused, making Jimin halt. “I can smell your slick from here, Park. There’s probably a cute little wet patch already, isn’t there? Probably made a mess of my backseat already.”
Jimin is speechless, hearing those kinds of words from Jeon Jungkook’s mouth.
Innocent awkward Jeon Jungkook.
Suddenly Jimin feels angry. So deeply fucking angry with the universe, that he whole time it made Jimin think he could sweep his past mistakes under the rug and now it decides to clap back at him. And he’s angry, because he knows fully well he fucking deserves it too. He deserves every part of this humiliation.
His stomach churns when he thinks about how disappointed his friends will be with him, when they hear about his past behavior. They might even hate him. Just like Jimin hates his past self.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Shut up,” he hisses, lashing out like a trapped animal, watches an amused glint flash through Jungkook’s eyes, as if he just waited for Jimin to snap.
“Ah, there he is.”
Jimin leans back in his seat and crosses his arms, as discreetly as possible clenching his thighs. It feels positively wet between his butt cheeks. But at least his thighs feel dry, he doesn’t think anything has seeped through his jeans. Yet.
When another wave of alpha scent hits him, sending a hot shiver through his body, his eyes snap back to find Jungkook’s in the mirror.
“Stop it with your fucking pheromones, Jeon.”
“Am I too much for you to handle, omega?”
“You?” Jimin scoffs, hating the way he addresses him by his status. “Get off your high horse.”
Jungkook just grins and it infuriates Jimin. It’s as if just seeing him has Jimin back to the point of no self-control and he doesn’t know why. Probably because he’s scared. Scared of the consequences that are awaiting him.
He carefully tries to repress his boiling anger, letting it cool down. He doesn’t want it to explode. Not under any circumstances.
Thankfully, that’s when the car doors open and the others slide back inside, talking and laughing animatedly, not a clue that the inside of the car reeks of both hatred and arousal. Omega arousal. But when Jimin sniffs hard enough, there’s a clear hint of alpha arousal as well.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
After they’ve arrived at their destination, an apartment building on the outskirts of the city, Jimin basically runs from the car. Inside, he asks for the bathroom right away, locking himself in, checking his pants and underwear.
Luckily no slick has seeped through but the embarrassment is hot in his cheeks, when he wipes himself clean. He can’t believe this happened.
When he’s done and finds the others in the crowded living room, there’s no sign of Jungkook. The only indicator that he’s indeed somewhere around, is his scent lingering in the air. Faintly, but it’s there.
Aside from Jungkook, there are a few other wolves present. An alpha and omega couple outside on the balcony, Jimin can only smell them once the balcony door opens briefly, two or three betas upstairs and another omega in the kitchen.
Jimin tries to calm down, taking a sip from the cup Hoseok hands him, telling himself that he’s going to be fine, he’s going to be okay, he just has to avoid Jungkook.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
Jimin is not okay. The whole night he's on edge.
Seokjin introduces them to Kim Namjoon, who seems to be a nice guy with interesting thoughts and opinions, but Jimin can’t really concentrate on what he’s saying, his eyes wandering, scanning the room as if on autopilot, constantly searching for one specific person.
And he always finds him.
This time, he’s talking to someone Jimin also clearly remembers from high school. Kim Taehyung. Jungkook’s only friend back then, who was always throwing Jimin looks from across the school yard, clearly itching to get back at him but too scared to make a move. Or maybe Jungkook told him not to.
Just like back then, Taehyung’s eyes find Jimin’s from across the room. A deep frown appears on his handsome face until he’s practically scowling. Jungkook follows his friend’s gaze, locking eyes with Jimin as well and Jimin catches the knowing smirk forming on his lips just in time before he looks away. Only to look back a couple seconds later. Jungkook is still smirking at him.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
It keeps going like this the entire time.
Jimin watches Jungkook’s every move, watches Jungkook watching his every move. They follow each other whenever the other steps away a little too far, as if by instinct.
Jimin can’t help but notice how insanely good Jungkook looks. Muscular thighs in ripped jeans, strong arms, one of them covered in tattoos up to his hand, long beautiful fingers…
Him being so ridiculously hot doesn’t help with Jimin feeling hot.
Plus, the scent. Jungkook obviously knows his scent his turning Jimin on and uses it to knock his mind of balance every time they are somewhat close in one of the rooms.
At one point Jimin runs into him. Literally runs into him, when he rounds a corner, colliding with a strong chest. He immediately knows it’s Jungkook from the scent invading his senses and his heart speeds up. He loses his balance from the impact, his drink sloshing over his hand when he stumbles, before a hand on his waist steadies him.
“Oops,” Jungkook grins down at him, his hand on Jimin’s waist shifting and that’s when Jimin realizes that his shirt has ridden up a little and that he can feel Jungkook’s hand on his skin. His breath hitches, the warmth of the contact turning hot in the blink of an eye. Heat pools between his legs and Jungkook’s nostrils flare.
Jimin takes a step back, wiggling himself out of Jungkook’s hold.
“Sorry,” he mumbles and flees the scene, feeling Jungkook’s eyes on him.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
“Having fun?”
Jimin flinches, almost dropping the bottle he’s been inspecting. He puts it back on the kitchen counter, turning around.
Jungkook eyes him up and down, his scent engulfing Jimin, making him feel restless immediately.
“Yep,” Jimin says before turning back, reaching for the next best bottle and a cup.
Jungkook steps next to him, so close that Jimin can feel the heat radiating of him.
"What are you going to do with that?"
He looks up at Jungkook, who’s a lot taller than him now, so different from the scrawny and short boy back then.
"Let me think," Jimin deadpans. “Drink it?”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Your pouring pure lemon juice.”
Jimin looks back at the bottle he has grabbed without thinking and indeed. 100% lemon juice.
“Ah, shit.” He puts the bottle down, hot embarrassment creeping up his neck and Jungkook chuckles.
“What has you so flustered?”
He can hear the knowing smirk in Jungkook’s voice. Of course he knows that it’s him.
“I’m not flustered,” Jimin says, keeping his voice steady and turns to face Jungkook, as if that proves his point.
The alpha grins, takes a step forward and before he can stop himself, Jimin takes the tiniest of steps back. Something hot flashes through Jungkook’s eyes.
“Are you gonna run from me?”
And suddenly Jimin knows what this is.
And he knows where it is going.
It’s a chase.
And he’s the prey.
He swallows hard but not because he feels fear. He feels something entirely else.
“You gonna try to catch me?” He asks and licks his lips.
Jungkook’s eyes turn dark and electricity arcs between them, warming Jimin’s blood as he feels the pounding of his heart in his throat. The alpha takes another step forward and Jimin another one back. The corners of Jungkook’s mouth quirk into a grin but before he can say anything else, Hoseok’s voice booms through the kitchen.
“Jimin! Come on, we’re having shots!”
Jimin blinks and tears himself away, leaving the room with big strides.
When he looks over his shoulder, he sees Jungkook standing in the threshold of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, shamelessly watching him, pinning him down with his eyes. Jimin feels hot and holds his gaze for as long as he can withstand the flame, then he turns back around to focus on the shot glass someone pushes into his hand.
His heart is pounding and he feels euphoric, his omega is thrilled to the point where he’s almost craving to finally be caught.
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
The bass is pumping through the speakers, vibrating through Jimin’s body, as he begins to move. He briefly wonders who Namjoon’s neighbors are, that they are okay with this kind of noise, but the thought is gone as quickly as it came.
His hands move up his body, over his stomach and chest, brushing up against his neck as he closes his eyes and lets the music take over.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been dancing for, it must’ve been several songs already, sweat collecting on his neck, when he opens his eyes for some reason. Maybe it’s because the song changes or maybe because he can feel his eyes on him again.
Jungkook is sitting on one of the chairs in the corner, leaning back lazily, legs spread, holding a cup from which he keeps sipping while his eyes are clearly fixated on Jimin.
When their eyes meet, he doesn’t look away, only raises an eyebrow.
Maybe it’s his imagination but Jimin thinks he can smell him too, among the many scents of the party going on around him, thinks he can sense alpha arousal in the air.
It makes his omega feel giddy.
An alpha is watching them and he seems to like what he sees.
Jimin keeps his eyes locked with Jungkook’s only for a moment longer, before he closes them again, swaying his hips sensually, moving in the most flirtatious way possible. He lets himself be carried by the music, tries not to think too much about the other, but the scent in the air gets stronger and stronger. And when the song changes again, suddenly, a pair of strong hands wraps around his waist from behind and he stills, inhales deeply, breathing in the scent of rosewood surrounding him.
“Keep going.” Jungkook’s deep voice sends chills up Jimin’s spine. He can feel his hot breath in his hair, then his hips move against Jimin when he pulls him back against his chest, his hands slipping around Jimin’s stomach.
Jimin closes his eyes, feels one of Jungkook’s hand move from his stomach to his ribcage, as Jimin rubs his ass against his crotch. The other hand dips lower, tracing the waistband of Jimin’s jeans, slipping one finger underneath the fabric, before pulling back out, wandering back up to his stomach.
Heat pools between Jimin’s legs. He feels dizzy from pheromones, his own and Jungkook’s. His pulse is hammering fast inside his throat, as they keep moving against each other in perfect rhythm, rolling their hips together.
Jimin knows he’s getting hard and knows Jungkook is too. He feels it against his ass, can smell it, the scent of arousal making him clench. He’s wet, slick trickling out of him. Jungkook growls und pulls Jimin back harder, buries his face in Jimin’s hair as one hand wanders further up, brushing over his chest, before taking hold of Jimin’s throat.
Jimin shudders at the display of dominance. He bites his lower lip to prevent himself from moaning out loud. Jungkook’s other hand slides from his stomach down to his waistband and then even further down, until he’s cupping him through his jeans, apparently not giving a fuck about the other people around them. Jimin’s head falls back against Jungkook’s shoulder and the moans slips past his lips.
He pushes his hips harder against Jungkook’s crotch, rubbing himself against the other just the way Jungkook’s hand is rubbing him, feeling hot all over. With one hand he reaches up and around the alpha’s neck, turns his face to press his nose against the other’s throat, inhales deeply, the scent making his head swim.
“Alpha…,” he whispers without really thinking about it, quietly, but loud enough for Jungkook to hear.
The other tenses, then his hands spin Jimin around, until their chests are pressed together.
They continue to move against each other, Jungkook’s erection digging into Jimin’s lower stomach now, while he holds him by his hips with a firm grip. Their lips are so close, their rapid breathing brushing each other’s face, Jimin would just have to lean in a tiny little bit and they would be kissing... He feels more slick trickling out.
Jungkook’s nostrils flare, then he grabs Jimin’s hand, pulling him away from the dance floor.
Jimin follows closely behind him, as they’re worming their way around groups of people, out the door and down the hallway that leads to the bathroom.
Jimin feels out of breath already, his chest rising and falling rapidly, while his omega goes crazy inside him. They haven’t had an alpha in a while and the anticipation and arousal pulsing through Jimin’s body makes him lose his mind a little bit.
He prays that nobody is inside, when they approach the bathroom door, relieved when Jungkook is able to push it open with no resistance, pulling Jimin inside. He locks the door behind them, then he pushes Jimin up against it.
“Say it again,” he whispers against his lips.
And Jimin does, obediently.
“A-Alpha…”
Jungkook closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, before grabbing Jimin by his hair, pulling his head back, looking down at him with fiery eyes.
“That’s right.”
Then he leans down to drag his nose along Jimin’s jawline, to his ear, then down the side of his throat.
“Fuck, you smell so good.”
He looks at Jimin again, both their breath going hard now, Jimin feels on edge, anticipation buzzing through his veins.
It feels like relief when their lips finally crash together, parting, their tongues meeting in a hot kiss. Jimin moans, pulls Jungkook’s closer by his hair, licking and biting his lips greedily, moving his tongue against his, tasting the bite of liquor and sugary coke. He feels the strength of Jungkook’s arms around him, feels the muscles working, inhales his scent. And it’s him, who slides a knee between Jungkook’s legs, revels in the way the alpha’s breath hitches. The kiss grows darker and deeper, their hips pressing together, a hot pull rapidly building in Jimin’s core, making his cock twitch.
Suddenly, Jimin is picked up, his legs wrapping around Jungkook’s waist as the alpha carries him over to the vanity, their lips never leaving each other.
He leans back against the mirror, his hand almost slipping into the sink when he braces himself to lift his hips, so the other can pull off his pants and underwear, the sweet scent of his slick filling the room.
He spreads his legs and he can tell, from the way two fingers slip inside him right away, that this is going to be quick and messy.
He cries out, the feeling of finally having something inside him making him shiver.
“So wet,” Jungkook’s lips move along his jaw. Jimin’s panting against him, arching into his touch. He moans when Jungkook moves his fingers in and out, squelching noises echoing in the room, bouncing off the walls. He feels soft and wet where Jungkook’s fingers are strong and hard. It feels like all his strength is in Jungkook’s hand now.
“Does this turn you on?” Jungkook asks, his big frame looming over him, his lips hot against his neck. “Having the kid’s fingers up your ass who you used to bully around in school, dripping all over his hand?”
Jimin whines. Why would he bring that up now?
“Th-That’s unfair…”
“How is that unfair? You had so much fun picking on me when I was weaker than you. How does it feel to have the tables turn on you?”
Jimin’s thighs tremble when Jungkook pulls his fingers out, bringing his hand up to grab his jaw, wet digits digging into his cheeks, the deliciously sweet scent of his own slick reaching Jimin’s nose. When Jungkook’s wet thumb traces his lower lips, he flicks his tongue out, licking off the slick there.
Jungkook moans at the sight, then surges forward, catching Jimin’s lips with his own, laps up the remnants of slick there, tasting him.
“I’m gonna ruin you, Park Jimin,” he growls breathlessly. “Gonna make you submit to me.”
His whole aura is so domineering that it makes Jimin’s omega whimper. He wants this alpha to ruin him. He wants to submit to him.
He reaches out with desperate hands, trembling fingers fumbling with the buckle of Jungkook’s belt frantically.
“Come on,” Jimin pants.
Jungkook pushes his hands away, wasting no time, opening his belt and his jeans in a hurry, pushing them down only so far that his cock springs free, standing tall and proud and big. Fuck.
Jungkook jerks it with his slick covered hand a couple of times and Jimin’s hole clenches at the sight, the scent of his slick mixing with the scent of Jungkook’s arousal making him dizzy. Even more slick drips out of him at the thought of having Jungkook inside of him, filling him up.
He pushes the other back with surprisingly strong hands, sliding from the vanity, before turning around. His eyes find Jungkook’s in the mirror above the sink for a second, then he leans forward, arching his back, bringing both of his hands back to pull his butt cheeks apart.
He knows what it must look like. Pink and fluttering and dripping. He can feel the wetness running down the inside of his thigh now.
He turns his head to look over his shoulder. Jungkook is staring at his ass with dark eyes, lips parted, still working his cock. Then he steps forward, bringing his hand up to land a hard spank against Jimin’s right thigh, ripping a moan from Jimin’s throat. His head is swimming, his brain somewhat fuzzy. He’s never felt like this before.
“Presenting like a bitch in heat,” Jungkook mutters darkly, his big hands on top of Jimin’s now, helping him to hold himself open. “Will you let me fuck you like one too?”
He moans and closes his eyes when Jungkook’s cock, long and hot and hard, rubs up and down between his cheeks, gliding through slick. When it catches his rim, Jimin opens his eyes again, looks at Jungkook through the mirror and holds his breath.
He watches as Jungkook takes hold of his cock, guiding it, entering Jimin with one deep push. A loud moan escapes both their mouths and Jimin brings his hands forward to support himself on the vanity, pushing his hips back to take Jungkook even deeper. He feels hot inside him, stretching him wide.
“Yeah, just like that…,” he hears Jungkook say, the sound of his breathless voice spurring Jimin on to move his hips again, fucking himself on the alpha’s cock with slow sensual movements, moaning loudly when he finds his prostate and keeps the angle just right, the hot tension in his lower belly increasing, slick gushing out of him, making the slide of Jungkook’s cock inside him even better.
Jungkook’s hands keep cupping Jimin’ butt cheeks but he doesn’t move, keeps completely still, while Jimin works his hips back and forth, using his hands on the counter for leverage. Jimin pushes back completely, takes him all the way in, clenches around him, revels in the way how Jungkook groans in pleasure and watches through the mirror how Jungkook watches him, how he observes his cock sliding in and out of Jimin, biting his lips.
Jimin thrusts his hips back and forth again, massaging his own prostate with the tip of Jungkook’s cock. He feels hot all over, his cock twitching and pre-cum forming on the tip, running down his length. Then he takes Jungkook fully inside again, rotating his hips in tight circular motions, watches Jungkook throwing his head back, biting his lips.
“Fuck…” Jungkook moans and suddenly Jimin’s hips are yanked back, one of Jungkook’s hands hard on Jimin’s waist, the other gripping his ass.
The first thrust takes Jimin’s breath away and he doesn’t have much time to brace himself, before Jungkook starts driving his cock in and out of Jimin in a steady rhythm. He moans and whimpers, trying to meet Jungkook’s hips with his own but unable to keep up, all he can do is let Jungkook fuck him. So that’s what he does.
Jimin doesn’t know how long they’ve been doing this, but at some point, there’s a knock at the door.
“There’s another bathroom upstairs,” Jungkook shouts, keeps fucking into Jimin with quick thrusts.
Jimin clamps his mouth shut to stifle a loud moan, his senses are completely clouded with heat and lust, his fingers curling on the smooth surface of the vanity. The alpha is not slowing his movements, giving Jimin full, hard thrusts, Jimin’s cock bouncing up and down.
The mirror above the sink is giving him a full view of what is happening:
Jungkook in ripped jeans and a white shirt, his black hair slightly mussed, mouth open, intensity written all over his face. His reflection pulls at Jimin’s hair, tilting his head back.
Jimin closes his eyes in bliss, listens to their breathing, to slaps of flesh against flesh. His breath becomes shorter and shorter. He has to lean forward and brace his elbows on the counter when Jungkook lifts one of Jimin’s knees up on the vanity and drives himself deeper.
Jimin sobs each time Jungkook hits his prostate, the tight heat between his legs spreading throughout his whole body. He feels Jungkook deeper than he has every felt anything before. Jungkook’s fingers dig into his hips, the pain fueling Jimin’s need for Jungkook to ruin him. The spicy scent of arousal in the room makes his head spin, slick keeps dripping out of him, and for a moment his brain is completely filled with nothing but pleasure, the feeling slowly turning into a throbbing sensation that’s pulsing through his limbs, making his skin tingle.
Suddenly, he feels Jungkook even more.
Every touch, every move, every bite suddenly a lot more intense. He can smell Jungkook’s precum, can smell both of their scents intermingling, creating something completely new, can sense both of their orgasms slowly building up.
For a moment he thinks he might’ve lost his mind but when he looks at himself in the mirror he startles. And blinks.
The eyes that stare back at him are of a deep golden color.
His eyes.
Golden.
His pupils blown wide.
His eyes have never changed color, he has never been that in touch with his omega before.
“Shit,” he whispers.
Jungkook lifts his gaze and looks at him through the mirror, his body freezing in shock when his eyes find Jimin’s. He stares at him, lips parted.
Then his lips snap shut, his jaw clenches and a low growl ripples through the air, the sound so intense that Jimin thinks he can feel it even inside his body, making him shiver in arousal. He watches in awe as Jungkook’s eyes turn red, the deep color slowly bleeding into his irises, his pupils expanding just like Jimin’s. His alpha is answering the call of Jimin’s omega.
They stare at each other through the mirror. Red into gold and gold into red.
Then, in the blink of an eye, Jungkook’s cock slips from him when he grabs Jimin with strong hands and turns him around roughly. They pull each other closer, before their lips and tongues meet almost frantically. Desperate growls and whines escape their throats as they keep kissing, pressing and rubbing against each other, completely following their wolves’ needs, their combined scent spiking. Jimin fists his hands into Jungkook’s hair, wants him closer, wants to make him feel good.
They stumble to the floor, Jungkook pulling Jimin on top of him and Jimin immediately takes the opportunity to position himself and sink down on Jungkook’s cock. He throws his head back, when the hot length presses against his prostate right away, moans and whimpers when Jungkook starts jerking him of while Jimin bounces up and down on top of him, grinding and circling his hips, feeling floaty, almost like being carried by golden liquid.
When his thighs get tired, he lets himself fall forward onto Jungkook’s chest, buries his nose into his neck, right at the spot where he smells so delicious and whines, silently asking for Jungkook to take over. He feels the other’s grip on his butt cheeks, then a hard slap, before Jungkook starts fucking up into him. The feeling of Jungkook inside him and his own cock rubbing between their bodies with each thrust, makes him sob.
“J-Jungkook..."
“Hm?” Jungkook turns his head to look at him with red eyes, their lips almost touching.
“Feels so good,” Jimin whispers, before he’s silenced by a hot tongue inside his mouth. He greedily kisses Jungkook back, while moving his hips to meet his thrusts.
After a while, Jungkook turns them over. The tiled floor is cold against Jimin’s heated back, even through the fabric of his shirt, and it grounds him for a short moment, until Jungkook spreads his legs and enters him again. All he can think of is this overwhelming feeling of pleasure, the taste of Jungkook’s scent and this heat inside him.
Jungkook’s heavy breathing, mixed with Jimin’s, fills the room as well as the sound of Jungkook’s balls slapping against his cheeks.
It feels so incredibly good that Jimin’s thighs start quivering.
“Mine,” Jungkook grunts out, holding Jimin open by the back of his knees, pumping into him, his force almost brutal and exactly what Jimin craves. His red eyes are staring down at him.
“Y-Yours,” Jimin moans, his nails digging into Jungkook’s forearms. “Alpha…”
He can’t control the juddering of his hip anymore as the pressure builds to a point of no return and he finds himself right at the edge of that overwhelming sensation.
Jungkook’s pace turns frantic, almost sloppy, his moans loud in the room and Jimin thinks he can feel the cock inside him growing even bigger.
A long whine of euphoria escapes his throat, his toes curling, when he realizes Jungkook is going to pop a knot.
“Yes! Knot me,” he whimpers. “Alpha– Knot me… ah!”
Sweat is rolling down Jungkook’s temple as he drives his cock in and out of Jimin relentlessly until his knot catches his rim, growing bigger and bigger until it’s borderline painful, hurting in the best way each time it slips in and out of Jimin.
Jimin sobs, taking hold of his own cock, lying hard against his naked stomach, his shirt having ridden up at some point, and starts jerking himself off with quick movements. The tension inside him grows stronger and hotter with each breath and then it feels like his body can’t hold any more pleasure.
When he feels Jungkook’s knot push past his rim for the final time, so big, slowly stretching him, filling him up, his back arches almost automatically, his hand on his cock speeding up, his whole body shaking.
“Oh my… oh– ngh!”
“Yes, take it,” Jungkook grunts.
Then it’s fully inside, expanding even more, heat crackling through Jimin’s body like lighting.
“Oh God, oh f-fuck…,” he sobs. “Gonna come…”
Jungkook growls.
“Show me your neck, omega.”
Jimin obeys immediately, tilting his head back to bare his throat. Submitting. He hears Jungkook moan, the scent of the alpha’s satisfaction hitting Jimin’s nose, making his lower abs tighten almost painfully until the tension inside him snaps. His cock throbs between his fingers as his orgasm washes over him. He comes all over himself with a silent scream, clamping down on Jungkook’s knot, hot cum running through his fingers, landing on his stomach, dripping down his side and onto the bathroom floor.
Then he’s floating away on his post orgasm wave, dizzy, trying to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” Jungkook’s red eyes are fixated on Jimin’s throat, he rotates his hips, grinding his knot inside with hard motions, once, twice, then his body tenses above Jimin and he follows him over the edge with a low groan and gritted teeth, his cock throbbing inside Jimin. His orgasm seems to go on forever, filling Jimin with cum.
When it’s over, he collapses on top of Jimin, right into the mess on Jimin’s stomach.
It’s silent for a moment, the only noise being the faint music of the party down the hall and their own rapid breathing. They’re both coated in a thin sheen of sweat and the aftershocks of pleasure are still coursing through Jimin’s body, when Jungkook speaks up.
“Sorry,” he pants and Jimin can feel his rapid heartbeat against his chest and the faint touch of his lips on his neck.
“The knot wasn’t planned.”
“Yeah,” is all Jimin can say, completely out of breath himself, the feeling of Jungkook’s knot stretching him making him shiver uncontrollably.
“Ah– f-fuck–” Jungkook tenses above him, then his knot pulses and Jimin feels another load of hot cum entering him, making him moan quietly.
“God... Sorry,” Jungkook mumbles against his neck.
“How much can you fucking cum? I’m going to fucking explode.”
“I think that should be it.”
“Good.”
It’s silent again and something in the air turns a little awkward.
“How long till your knot goes down?”
“Usually about 15 minutes but… it’s a… uh… rather big one this time, so I don’t know.”
Jimin huffs, but his omega feels flattered that they made Jungkook pop such a big knot and from the way Jungkook’s lips quirk into a smile against his neck, he must be able to smell his happiness.
“So – since we’re literally stuck here – how have you been? What do you do now?”
Jimin laughs. “Are you serious?”
“Well, I don’t want to just lay here in awkward silence.”
Jimin hums in agreement. “I’m… uhh… a dancer, I guess?”
“You guess?”
“I teach dance. Ballet, contemporary, hip hop… Mostly kids and teenager, but I also help out with Hoseok’s adult classes sometimes. And I’m a back up dancer. Music videos and stuff like that.”
“Oh, sounds fun.” Jungkook sounds surprised and Jimin wants to ask why, but catches himself just in time and bites his tongue. He doesn’t really want to know what Jungkook thought Jimin would do with his life, since Jungkook most likely didn’t have a high opinion of him.
So he just shrugs. “Yeah, I really like doing it. And so far, it pays the bills. What about you?”
“I’m a producer. And I sing a little bit.”
“Oh, so that’s how you know Seokjin?”
“Yeah, I was involved in some of his stuff last year. Just a little bit, only helping Namjoon and our friend Yoongi out. Now I’m a lot more independent. At least I like to think so.”
“That’s cool.” It really is.
Jungkook pushes himself to his forearms and looks down at Jimin, his eyes back to a deep brown color, nothing left of the bleeding red.
“Did it happen to you before?” He asks. “The eye thing.”
Jimin shakes his head.
“No.”
“For me neither.”
Jimin hums and worries his lower lip. “What do you think it means?”
“Either our wolves like each other, or we were just really horny.”
“I guess we can confirm the latter,” Jimin chuckles.
“Yeah, definitely.” Jungkook moves above him, a wave of their combined scents hitting Jimin’s nose and he can’t help but lift his head to bring his nose closer to Jungkook’s throat, inhaling deeply. The scent makes him dizzy. It’s addicting and Jimin inhales again, brings his face even closer this time, drags his lips up the soft skin. Jungkook’s growls quietly.
When Jimin pulls away he looks down at him, staring at lips, before his eyes snap up again. When he licks his own lips, Jimin can’t help but follow the movement with his eyes and before he can think much longer about it, he lifts his head again, this time pressing their mouths together.
Their kiss is gentler and slower than before, almost tender, but just as intense.
It’s going on forever and Jimin is so lost in it, that he doesn’t realize that Jungkook’s knot has gone down, doesn’t feel the cock inside him softening. But he does feel when Jungkook’s cock stirs to life again, hardening rather quickly, filling him up again, making him whimper, his own cock growing just as hard just as rapidly between their bodies.
Soon, their gentle kissing turns rough and hungry again. They moan in union when they start rolling their hips.
Nobody says a word, they’re just moving inside and around each other, chasing the fresh feeling of pleasure that’s burning just as hot as the first time.
Jungkook breaks their kiss to adjusts their position. Jimin holds his own legs open for him, lets him fuck in and out of him with hard deep thrusts just like before, feels the mix of Jungkook’s cum and his own slick gush out of him, his lower back sliding through the mess that it leaves on the floor.
They’re both panting, sweaty and exhausted, in a painful need to come again.
Jungkook’s eyebrows are furrowed as he watches his cock pump in and out of Jimin, his lips parted. Some strands of hair are plastered to his damp forehead, his cheeks dusted pink.
Beautiful, Jimin thinks.
He can tell from Jungkook’s scent that he’s close to coming again and that alone makes Jimin come first, untouched, his omega in absolute delight. This time again, he throws his head back, baring his neck, his legs twitching violently in his hold just like his cock is twitching on his stomach, his release feeling hot on his own skin.
Jungkook follows soon after with a low growl, no knot this time, but again a lot of cum, that’s slowly dripping out of Jimin, adding to the mess on the floor.
When they’re done, Jungkook collapses on top of him again, both of them completely drained, hearts hammering against each other’s chests.
“What the fuck,” Jimin pants, before an incredulous laugh leaves his throat.
“Yeah,” Jungkook chuckles, then he lifts his head to look at Jimin.
Before Jimin knows what’s happening, they’re lips find each other again, kissing softly but passionately, breathlessly, fingers wandering over sweaty skin, hands holding on, pulling the other closer.
“Fuck,” Jimin gasps between kisses. “You need to… get out.” He pushes at Jungkook’s chest. “God, you need to get out of me, I can’t– I won’t survive another round.”
“Same,” Jungkook rasps and presses one last kiss to Jimin’s lips, before he pulls out slowly, both of them wincing.
He helps Jimin sit up slowly.
They look around the room. It’s an absolute mess. They are an absolute mess. Slick and cum everywhere, on the vanity, on the floor, on Jimin’s stomach, between his legs, on Jungkook’s shirt.
“Oh God,” Jimin hides his face behind his hands.
“Thank God I have a fresh sweater in my car,” Jungkook mumbles, looking down on himself.
“Do you think Namjoon would mind us using the shower?” Jimin asks sheepishly.
“I hope not, because that’s what we’re going to do after we cleaned up all of… this.”
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
Half an hour later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch in the corner of the living room, freshly showered but in the same clothes, except for Jungkook who has changed into a different sweatshirt.
They sit quietly for a while, observing the ongoing party from their spot, surrounded by their combined scents, their thighs touching. Jimin feels like he’s glowing, his omega happy and content inside him, relishing in the content scent also coming from Jungkook.
Jimin takes a couple of sips from his cup, just water this time, then steals a glance at Jungkook, who has pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up and is leaning back, his head on the backrest of the couch, his eyes closed.
“Don’t fall asleep,” Jimin chuckles.
Jungkook slowly blinks his eyes open and looks at him with a lopsided grin.
“I really could fall asleep right now.”
He looks cute like this, somehow young. A little bit like back then.
Jimin stares at him for a while, then he makes a decision and turns to Jungkook where he’s sitting.
“I’m really sorry for what I did back then…,” he starts and when Jungkook lifts his head and opens his mouth to interrupt him, Jimin cuts him off.
“Please, let me do this.” He draws in a shaky breath. “I know you don’t owe me anything but please… please let me do this.”
Jungkook looks at him for a moment, then nods, resting his head on the couch again.
“You didn’t deserve what I did to you. Nobody deserved what I did, but I was especially horrible to you… I was an obnoxious fucking jerk and I know I ruined a big part of you high school experience, probably ruined a lot more with my absolute shitty behavior…" He drops his gaze, his heart beating nervously as he opens up about his past self that he so despises. "I envied you. You seemed to have the perfect life, everything figured out, money, a great family… Everything I wanted. I was jealous. And I took it out on you and for that I’m sorry." He gnaws at his lower lips for a moment, before looking at Jungkook again. "I’m glad we ran into each other tonight. Not because of… " He chuckles. "You know… but… I don’t know. You most definitely don’t need my validation or approval, but you seem like an amazing person and I’m sorry I never took the time to see that back then. Or rather, that I didn’t acknowledge it back then, because I definitely did see it." He inhales deeply before dropping his head. "I know I can’t do anything to earn your forgiveness but I’m – I’m asking you to forgive me. Maybe no today, maybe not tomorrow… but maybe one day. Maybe one day you’ll forgive me. Or maybe not – You’re entitled to never forgive me and if that’s the case I will accept it but – yeah – I’m terribly sorry.”
Jungkook looks at him for a long time without saying anything and Jimin feels like he’s falling, his heart racing inside his chest, scared of how hard the landing will be.
“Thank you for apologizing, I appreciate it.”
Relief floods through Jimin and he feels his shoulders relax, when the look in Jungkook’s eyes turns into something soft. The alpha chuckles.
“You know what’s a little sad? Deep in my heart, I really wanted to be friends with you back then. I thought we had a lot in common, shared a similar sense of humor... But you hung out with the cool and scary kids and I didn't hang out with anyone except for Tae.” He sighs. “Kids are mean – fact of life – but most grow out of it, just like you did. Not many have the guts to revisit their past mistakes in their adult life and apologize for them though. So, thank you for that. And yes, I will forgive you. Honestly… “ He looks at him in an almost apologetic way. “…no offense, but after you were gone, I kinda forgot about you, Park Jimin. It seems your regrets have dwelt with you a lot longer than my hurt dwelt with me. And I can tell you mean it, so yeah, I think I forgive you...” He grins. “Maybe now there’s finally a chance for me to be friends with the cool Park Jimin.”
“I’m not cool anymore,” Jimin chuckles. “Not that I ever was. But now I’m really not. I’m pretty boring.”
Jungkook looks him up and down, with a raised eyebrow, making Jimin blush.
“I beg to differ.”
From the corner of his eyes, Jimin sees someone approach them with quick steps, coming to a halt right in front of them. Kim Taehyung looks down at them with crossed arms. He throws Jimin a look.
“Park,” he says curtly and nods.
“Hi Taehyung,” Jimin smiles and watches as Kim Taehyung stares at him a moment longer, his lips pressing into a thin line, before he turns to Jungkook.
“I wanna go home.”
“Uh… okay? Did something happen?”
Taehyung shakes his head, then nods, then shakes his head again. Then he groans.
“Yoongi’s been talking to another guy the whole damn night.”
He gestures towards a corner of the room where a guy with silver hair is animatedly talking to Hoseok.
“The silver haired one? He’s talking to my best friend Hoseok.”
Jimin looks back at Taehyung, who’s still staring at the pair in the corner with a deep frown.
“Hoseok is straight as an arrow with a pregnant fiancée waiting for him at home.”
Taehyung’s facial expression relaxes slowly.
“Oh.”
He throws Jungkook a somewhat sheepish grin. “Well, I guess I’ll join their conversation.”
Then he’s gone.
Jungkook snorts. “He’s a mess sometimes.”
Jimin just hums, circling the rim of his almost empty cup with his finger.
“For the record: I would like to be friends with you too.”
Jungkook looks at him and smiles, his nose scrunching up a little when he does, pulling a fluttering sensation from Jimin’s stomach. There’s a sparkle in his eyes when he reaches out, his fingertips lightly grazing the top of Jimin’s hand, gone as quickly as they came.
“Let’s exchange numbers and see where this goes?”
“Okay,” Jimin says, smiling back at him. “Let’s see where this goes.”