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Jimin's life was a canvas painted with ordinary yet heartwarming hues. A cute little kid with chubby cheeks and small hands, even at the age of ten, he basked in the adoration that surrounded him. His parents, generous with affection, indulged his every whim, creating a cocoon of love. Surrounded by friends at school, Jimin floated through his days untouched by bullying, shielded by the formidable reputation of his hyung. His loving hyung, Kim Namjoon, doted on Jimin tirelessly, adding an extra layer of comfort and care to his world.

Jimin's life felt complete, each day a tapestry woven with contentment. The notion that something might be missing never crossed his mind until Jeon Jeongguk stepped into his life, or rather, into his hyung’s life.

At ten years old Jimin thought Jeongguk was a captivating presence, a cute kid with doe eyes that seemed to hold entire galaxies within their sparkling depths. The first time Jimin spotted him in their living room, surrounded by scattered toys, he found himself entranced. He engaged in conversation with Namjoon, their words filled the air, yet Jimin found himself unable to grasp any of it. His attention, like a compass drawn to an irresistible magnetic force, was fixated on Jeongguk.

Before that moment, Jimin's life felt complete, his wishes met with unwavering fulfillment. However, as he laid eyes on the boy with bambi-like eyes, something shifted within him. Jimin, accustomed to having everything he wanted, now found himself wanting for more – he wanted Jeon Jeongguk.

Sensing Jimin's gaze, Jeongguk glanced past Namjoon toward the doorframe and met Jimin's eyes. Despite the shy instinct, Jimin, fueled by a desire to befriend Jeongguk, pushed aside his timidity. With a radiant smile, he locked eyes with Jeongguk, the warmth blinding in its sincerity. Jeongguk blinked, curiosity evident, before breaking into a smile in response to Jimin's friendly overture.

"Jiminie, come here," Namjoon called, patting the seat beside him with a smile, inviting his cute little brother into the warmth of their shared space.

Wanting to join his hyung and the intriguing new friend, Jimin restrained his eagerness, padding slowly towards them. Dressed in a cute jean salopette over a white shirt, he couldn't help but find his outfit adorable, secretly hoping that Jeongguk, too, found it cute as he approached with a shy demeanor. Seated on the floor, Jimin fiddled with his clothes, glancing across at Jeongguk.

"Minnie, this is Jeongguk; he's a friend of mine," Namjoon finally introduced him.

Jeongguk waved warmly, endeared by the little boy's behavior. He knew Jimin was only two years younger than him, but he looked so small. "Hi there," he greeted, and Jimin responded softly, eyes wide in amazement.

"You can call me hyung, okay?" Jeongguk asked with a sweet voice, finding Jimin irresistibly cute. "Okay, hyung," Jimin replied right away, sitting up closer, a spark of newfound connection igniting in the air.

"You'll see a lot of him now," Namjoon remarked to his baby brother, ruffling his hair. "He won't be as shy the more you see him," he added, this time directing his words to Jeongguk, who nodded eagerly, anticipation in his eyes as he looked forward to seeing Jimin come out of his shell. Together, the trio engaged in a play with Hot Wheels cars, laughter and the joyful sound of friendship filling the room.

Namjoon wasn't lying when he said he’d be seeing a lot of Jeongguk. Through high school and the passing years, Jeongguk became a constant presence in their lives. Jimin witnessed Jeongguk's growth, feeling a deepening attachment with each passing day. Jeongguk's visits became a regular occurrence—whether for study sessions, video games, or sleepovers.

As Jeongguk turned eighteen, Jimin expected the typical physical changes that came with presenting as an alpha, but the impact hit him unexpectedly hard. Jimin found himself shocked by the intensity of his feelings for the now grown-up Jeongguk, especially after the latter’s transformation.

Jeongguk’s transition into an alpha brought a physical presence that left Jimin awestruck. Towering over him like never before, Jeongguk now possessed growing muscles, longer hair, and an intensity in his eyes that captivated Jimin. Jeongguk had always been taller and more on the lean, muscular side, but now his muscles appeared incredibly apparent, giving him a more alpha-like appearance. Despite these changes, Jeongguk's affectionate nature persisted.

Even after becoming an alpha, Jeongguk remained closely connected to Jimin. He showered him with affection, indulging him with hugs, forehead kisses and he fulfilled every whim Jimin had. Despite indulging Jimin with whatever he wished and spoiling him, Jeongguk remained firm when necessary. Unlike his hyung or his parents, who had never scolded him, given his generally well-behaved nature, Jeongguk didn't hesitate to reprimand when the situation called for it. The strictness Jeongguk occasionally displayed served as a reminder that he wouldn't let Jimin get away with everything. Like that time he had caught Jimin cutting school with one of his friends a year ago. Back then Jeongguk hadn’t presented yet, but he was still as overpowering as an alpha.

Jimin stood in front of his school's gate, eagerly awaiting his best friend Taemin for their Black Friday shopping spree. The allure of the big sale coincided with a school day, prompting them to skip classes. Jimin reasoned it wouldn't hurt anyone, especially since it was just one day, and the school wouldn't likely report it to his parents. The anticipation of a day filled with bargains overshadowed any concerns about the consequences of their small act of rebellion; after all, he was just 15 years old.

As the lectures began, the school grounds appeared deserted, and Jimin thought he was in the clear. However, his illusion shattered when he heard footsteps behind him. Turning around with a wide smile, expecting to see Taemin, dread washed over him as Jeongguk came into view. Panic set in as Jimin realized escape was futile—Jeongguk would catch him in no time. The realization weighed heavily as he braced for the impending confrontation.

"What do you think you're doing?" Jeongguk questioned firmly, eyeing Jimin, who nervously shifted from one foot to the other, dressed in his school uniform. Jimin gulped, knowing there was no escape.

"I... I was," he started, attempting to make up some excuse on the spot, and quickly added, "Uh, about to go inside—yeah," as he attempted to dart past Jeongguk and enter school.

Jeongguk moved swiftly in front of him, preventing his escape, and Jimin ended up bumping his nose into Jeongguk's broad chest.

"Really now?" he questioned, watching as Jimin rubbed his sore nose. Suppressing the urge to coo at Jimin's adorableness, Jeongguk interrupted Jimin before he could make up another lie. "You better not be lying to me, Park Jimin," he warned sternly, leaning down to match Jimin's height.

Facing Jeongguk, eyes locked, Jimin felt a surge of fear. "I'm sorry, hyung," he whispered feebly, casting his gaze down at his black polished shoes.

Jeongguk, however, wasn't having any of it. He gently lifted Jimin's chin, instructing, "Look at me when I'm talking to you." Jimin complied immediately, eyes wide with anticipation.

"Is it for the Black Friday sale you've been talking about all week?" Jeongguk questioned, still holding Jimin's chin. Jimin nodded slowly. "Are you serious? You're gonna skip school for a stupid sale?" Jeongguk asked, dropping his hold on Jimin and shaking his head disappointedly.

"But hyuuuung, it comes just once a year," Jimin whined, stomping his foot. No matter how scary Jeongguk looked when angry, Jimin could never hold in his complaints. Despite looking like an adorable kitten, Jeongguk couldn't let Jimin get away with this act of rebellion.

"And I want that lip gloss! It's half the price, and—" Jimin continued whining, but his protest was abruptly cut off by Jeongguk's booming voice.

"Jimin." The stern interruption hung in the air, signaling the end of negotiations and making it clear that Jeongguk wasn't swayed by Jimin's pleas.

"I don't care about that damn lip gloss. You're going to jeopardize your education for a stupid lip gloss?" Jeongguk's voice grew louder, frustration evident.

Jimin looked down again, murmuring quietly, "But I'm not doing that. It's just one day."

"So I should give you a pass today, is that what I'm hearing?" Jeongguk retorted, anger palpable in his voice, and jaw clenched. The sternness underscored the gravity of Jimin's actions, emphasizing that Jeongguk was not willing to overlook the decision to skip school for a shopping spree.

"Today it's Black Friday, tomorrow is gonna be a book signing event, and after tomorrow it's gonna be your friend's dying cat," Jeongguk listed in succession, emphasizing the pattern to convey the message that he couldn't entertain Jimin's excuses. It was a stern reminder that giving in to Jimin's pleas now would set a precedent, potentially leading to a repetition of similar situations in the future. He didn't shy away from addressing the situation, making it clear that even though he spoiled Jimin, he wouldn't tolerate actions that compromised his education and well-being.

Jimin looked up, eyes glaring, retorting, "It's only this once, I'm not doing anything wrong!"

Jeongguk responded with a stern and mocking tone, "That's alright. Since you're in the right, obviously, your parents should know too. Maybe something they want is on sale too." He took his phone out, ready to dial the number.

Jimin's eyes widened in desperation as he jumped on Jeongguk, holding onto his arm to prevent him from making the call to his parents. "Don't tell them, please," Jimin pleaded, his gaze locked with Jeongguk's.

Jeongguk wrapped one arm around Jimin's waist, his expression serious as he asked, "Why not?" The question hung in the air, prompting Jimin to find a compelling reason to sway Jeongguk's decision.

"I'm sorry; I shouldn't be skipping school. Please don't tell anybody," Jimin pleaded, feeling a lump build in his throat. Jeongguk maintained his stern demeanor and stated, "Let this be the last time I catch you doing something like this."

Jimin nodded fervently, but Jeongguk demanded more. "Words, Jimin," he said, pinning him with an intense gaze.

Jimin swallowed hard before uttering, "I understand, hyung."

Jimin entered the class half an hour late, but luckily, the teacher didn't dwell on it, given Jimin's reputation as a model student. Despite escaping a more substantial consequence at school, he couldn't shake off the lingering disappointment of not getting the lip gloss. What weighed on him even more was the scolding he had received from Jeongguk – an unfamiliar experience that left him feeling somber.

Returning home with Namjoon and Jeongguk as usual, his sadness persisted. Opting for an early night, Jimin, after showering and donning fresh pajamas, laid in bed, nuzzling his comforter when door to his room opened. Jimin's eyes opened slowly, sitting up immediately upon realizing it was Jeongguk.

"Gukie hyung?" Jimin asked, his voice a little muffled from the impending sleep. Jeongguk smiled, kissing his forehead as he sat on the side of the bed. Jimin rested his head on Jeongguk's chest, hearing him chuckle lightly.

"Minnie, I have something for you," the older said, ruffling Jimin's hair.

Jimin looked up from his position, slowly detaching from Jeongguk. "What is it?" he asked, looking at his hyung with curiosity.

Jeongguk pulled something from his pocket, peering at Jimin's reaction. "The gloss?" Jimin almost screamed from excitement, and Jeongguk looked at him, endeared. As he held the gloss in his hands, seeing the bold silvery print that said Fenty Beauty, Jimin couldn't help but let out the tears he had held back in the morning and cried.

"Hyung, I'm sorry. I didn't— I'm not," he hiccuped as he tried to explain. Jeongguk just shushed him and pulled him close, allowing Jimin to hide his face in his chest as he continued crying.

"Shh, Jiminie. I know, shh," Jeongguk comforted, providing the solace Jimin needed in that vulnerable moment.

Jimin sobbed harder, letting his weight fall onto Jeongguk. Jeongguk, caught off guard, fell flat on the bed, his back meeting the soft sheets. Jimin half-laid and half-sat on him, still crying and clinging on his uniform. Overwhelmed by Jeongguk's love and touched by the fact that he remembered the exact brand and shade, Jimin couldn't help but be moved. His hyung was undeniably adorable.

Jeongguk knew Jimin could afford to buy the lip gloss at full price with the pocket money he received from his parents each month. However, Jimin wanted to save money and not bother his hyung or parents about it and Jeongguk understood that. He knew Jimin was spoiled, but he also recognized that Jimin wasn't the type to take advantage of his maknae status. Being the youngest in the family, Jimin was coddled and spoiled rotten, and Jeongguk wanted to maintain that for him because he believed Jimin deserved it.

The cursed gloss had morphed into Jimin's favorite over the years. Now, as a 17-year-old, he wielded it so frequently that it became a distraction for Jeongguk, making it difficult for him to concentrate.

The sinful thoughts Jeongguk harbored about Jimin were too numerous to even begin listing. It accentuated Jimin's plush lips, adding a sheer layer of glossy mauve color, leading Jeongguk to envision them parted around his cock. Jimin's eyes, wet with tears that clung to his eyelashes as he could only look up at Jeongguk from his kneeling position. His mouth open and stuffed full with his cock, saliva dripping from his sinful lips onto the floor, the wet squelch filling the room as Jeongguk used his mouth roughly, his cum adding another layer of a sheen to the plush skin. This was just one of the many thoughts that ran through Jeongguk's mind as he observed Jimin complaining about something to the closest friend he had made last year when he moved to Seoul, Taehyung.

While entertaining controversial thoughts about Jimin, Jeongguk remained careful to control his scent, not wanting to give away any signs of arousal. Over the last year, he had learned to manage it whenever he was around Jimin. Despite Jimin not being able to smell it yet since he hadn't presented, Jeongguk was mindful that his rich coffee scent could leave a trace for Namjoon to detect.

Jeongguk and Namjoon were now in their second year at Seoul National University (SNU), having relocated from Busan to Seoul, given their shared dedication to academic success. Namjoon and Jeongguk each purchased an apartment in the same building near their university. Namjoon settled on the third floor, while Jeongguk occupied the seventh floor. Despite the different floors, they spent countless hours in each other's apartments, given their best friends status. Moving to Seoul had been fairly easy for them.

However, leaving Jimin behind hadn’t been easy. Despite having two more years of high school left in Busan before he could join them at university, Jimin insisted on moving to Seoul with Namjoon. Unfazed by the prospect of changing high schools or parting with his friends in Busan, all Jimin cared about was staying with his hyung.

Jimin's close bond with his family, especially Namjoon, played a significant role in his decision. While he didn't want Jeongguk to leave either, Namjoon was the primary reason for his insistence on coming to Seoul. Initially, nobody agreed to let Jimin go to Seoul. Despite his pleas and tears, clinging to his hyung and insisting that he would be alone, both his parents and Namjoon resisted the idea. Jimin even went as far as refusing to talk to Namjoon for a whole day after his proposal was rejected, something completely new as they never argued. The concern was rooted in the belief that a sudden move to a new environment might adversely impact Jimin's studies.

When the day came for Namjoon and Jeongguk to leave, Jimin hugged them tightly, still crying and holding onto the hope that perhaps his hyung and his parents would change their mind.

A week passed, and Jimin had never appeared so affected by anything in his life before. Dark circles and red eyes marked his face throughout the first week of being alone, as he cried himself to sleep every night. His attention in class waned, and even his friends couldn't manage to lift his spirits. Witnessing Jimin in such distress, his parents grew incredibly worried, prompting them to call Namjoon.

Concerned for his baby brother's well-being, Namjoon, despite reservations about Jimin's studies and his friendships, decided to give in and allowed Jimin to come to him. The worry about Jimin's health outweighed the concerns about the new environment and new people. Namjoon reasoned that perhaps Jimin wouldn't be adversely affected and that being together was the priority.

Both Namjoon and Jeongguk were relieved when Jimin joined them a week later. However, Jeongguk realized that he was once again at square one. He had hoped that the two-year distance from the younger might help him get over his infatuation, but fate seemed to have other plans.

Jeongguk wasn't a child, and he wasn't necessarily ashamed of the thoughts he had about his best friend's little brother. However, Jimin was still a minor, still innocent, and Jeongguk was mindful not to taint him in any way. Jeongguk was aware that Jimin often looked at him in awe, checking him out and staring frequently. Despite showering Jimin with love and affection through hugs and kisses, Jeongguk maintained boundaries between them. Since Jimin never attempted to cross those boundaries, Jeongguk assumed that perhaps Jimin was merely exploring – experiencing what it felt like to be close to another alpha who wasn't his brother. The unspoken understanding allowed their dynamic to continue without crossing into uncomfortable territory.

Another crucial factor for Jeongguk was his determination not to let Jimin cross any boundaries before turning 18. Despite acknowledging Jimin's responsible behaviour and maturity, Jeongguk was adamant about ensuring that their interactions remained appropriate and that Jimin never felt like he was being groomed. It was a conscious effort on Jeongguk's part to prioritize Jimin's well-being. The awareness of Jimin's age and innocence served as a barrier, prompting Jeongguk to approach their relationship with caution and respect. The challenge intensified when Jimin openly discussed his craving for attention in front of Jeongguk, especially now with Jimin attending his last year in high school.

"So, what's the symbolic imagery of the dog for Joyce?" Taehyung asked Jimin as they revised their notes of the day together in Jimin and Namjoon's apartment. Jeongguk looked up from his phone toward them, pleased that Jimin had made a good friend who influenced him to study and not skip school.

"Tae, what if I die single?" Jimin said, not having listened to a single thing about Joyce. Jeongguk's brows furrowed, expecting Jimin to answer Taehyung's question, but Jimin was lost in a stream of "what if" scenarios.

Taehyung coughed in surprise as he pushed Jimin slightly, saying, "Minnie, will you please focus?"

Jeongguk observed the interaction, curious to hear more about Jimin's complaints. He tried to make it look like he wasn't paying attention, nonchalantly fiddling with his phone.

"But I'm 17, and I still haven't had my first kiss," Jimin whined to Taehyung before dramatically smashing his head against a pillow on the sofa. Jeongguk couldn't help but suppress a chuckle at Jimin's antics, his attention momentarily diverted from his plan to look busy on his phone. Jeongguk cheered internally, glad about how no undeserving asshole had stolen Jimin's first kiss.

"Minnie, it's okay. You still haven't presented, there's time," Taehyung reassured him, grabbing Jimin's arm and trying to make him sit up.

"Yeah, but I want it now," Jimin pouted, huffing as he sat up again. Jeongguk couldn't help but feel a strong urge to kiss away that cute pout, but he maintained his composed exterior, returning to fiddle with his phone.

"Hmm," Taehyung let out before saying, "What about that cute guy that winked at you yesterday?" That's when Jeongguk stopped messing with his phone and just stared at it blankly. "He'd kiss you senseless," Taehyung added, laughing a little with a teasing tone.

"Yeah, I guess he's—" Jimin began to say before he was abruptly interrupted by Jeongguk standing up.

Jimin looked up, surprised, as he saw Jeongguk close to him. "I better not see you fooling around with random people, Park Jimin," he stated, his usual sweet coffee scent now bitter and sour. He ruffled Jimin's hair before bidding them goodbye. The sudden change in atmosphere left Jimin bewildered, glancing between Taehyung and the departing Jeongguk.

"He's totally into you," Taehyung said, all giddy, while clapping his hands.

"But he doesn't approach me," Jimin protested, plopping his face into the pillow again.

Jimin had quickly came to terms with the realization that, as a kid, he wanted to be friends with Jeongguk, but as he grew up, he felt attraction towards him. Jeongguk was everything he had ever wanted in a guy. He was older, he indulged Jimin, spoiled him, and babied him just the way Jimin desired. However, Jeongguk also knew how to be strict, and that made heat coil in Jimin's lower torso. Despite Jimin's numerous times of ogling Jeongguk, not once did the alpha comment on it. Jimin reasoned that maybe Jeongguk just didn't like him like that, but then he wondered why it was such a problem for Jeongguk if Jimin went around kissing whomever. Jeongguk was clearly into him, yet he seemed to be holding back for some reason, and for Jimin, it was torture.

When Jimin first presented, there was only chaos. Jeongguk, Namjoon, and Jimin were having a movie night, just like old times. Namjoon, however, was running late, having spent time at his boyfriend's place. Jimin knew he was going to present any day now, having turned eighteen a week ago, but he didn't anticipate it would be that bad. He hadn't been feeling his best the past few days but also didn't want to worry his hyung about something that happened to everybody. What were insignificant cramps the past days turned into strong ones that night, knocking his breath out.

He choked out a sob that immediately grabbed Jeongguk's attention, causing him to come running into the living room, forgetting about the popcorn. "What's wrong?" he asked, crouching down in front of the sofa, between Jimin's sweatpants clad legs.

"Hyung," Jimin let out with difficulty, finding purchase on Jeongguk's hoodie.

"Hyungie," he whispered in pain, almost doubling over from the intense fit that hit him suddenly. Jeongguk swiftly sat on the couch, dragging Jimin between his legs and cradling his face to his neck. He released comforting pheromones that helped lessen the discomfort, catching up immediately on what was happening to Jimin.

"It's okay, love, it's all good," he whispered softly in Jimin's ear, reaching down into his pocket and retrieving his phone from his jeans as he dialed Namjoon's number. Jimin trembled in his hold, whimpering in pain.

"Joon, hurry the fuck up, Jiminie's presenting," he gritted his teeth, hearing a bunch of curses on the other line of the phone. He quickly hung up, holding Jimin even closer, trying to lessen his pain.

"I need—" Jimin looked up at him as he gulped, "scent, please. I need it," he concluded, eyeing Jeongguk desperately. Jeongguk knew he shouldn't have given in to Jimin's request. He knew he shouldn't scent Jimin since it was going to affect his heat, but he also knew that it would help distract Jimin from his cramps, so he complied.

He dipped his nose into Jimin's neck, close to his scent gland, and began rubbing softly against the skin. Not deeming it enough, he added his cheeks to it, grazing Jimin's skin gently as he nuzzled it, the wide neckline of his white jumper only made it easier. Jeongguk's comforting scent enveloped Jimin, providing a sense of security and alleviating some of the discomfort that came with presenting.

Jimin became putty in his arms, finding comfort in Jeongguk's scent. When he placed a kiss on his scent gland, things escalated quickly. The first drops of slick began soling Jimin’s boxers as he whimpered, demanding more. The enticing smell of slick hit Jeongguk’s nose in full force, sweet candy like scent with strong hints of coconut.

Jimin's scent was like a full bakery, and Jeongguk was a sucker for sweet things. The intoxicating aroma of Jimin's presentation triggered a primal response in Jeongguk, heightening the already palpable tension between them. Jeongguk realized that what he had been smelling was Jimin's slick only when he felt wetness on his jeans. The sudden awareness caused Jeongguk to pull away from Jimin abruptly. Jimin, confused, searched for him deeper in the haze now, a mix of pleasure, pain, and heightened emotions.

"Hyung?" Jimin called him, sitting on the sofa, looking at him with tears brimming in his eyes. Jeongguk was having a hard time controlling his alpha, entranced by the seductive pheromones the newly presenting omega emitted.

"Alpha, please don't leave me," Jimin begged, trying to get closer to Jeongguk. He was completely gone, unable to make sense of anything besides the hurt he felt from the distance his alpha was putting between them. The plea carried a desperate tone, revealing the vulnerability that presented itself alongside Jimin's heat.

Jeongguk's jaw clenched at being referred to by his rank. He wanted nothing more than to let loose, but he knew Jimin wasn't in his senses, if his golden eyes were anything to go by. Jeongguk's own eyes shifted from red to chocolate brown as he talked sweetly to Jimin, trying to reassure him, "I'm here, love. I'm not going anywhere."

"Closer," Jimin said, making grabby hands at Jeongguk. "Please, alpha," he added with desperation, tears now flowing down his rosy cheeks as he pleaded Jeongguk. The alpha didn't know how to refuse Jimin; the omega clearly wasn't in any condition to understand why they couldn't be closer. It was already hard as it was, staying in proximity to him and smelling his slick, but he also didn't want to hurt the omega anymore.

"I can't," Jeongguk shook his head from where he sat on the floor. "Why?" Jimin yelled frustrated, trying to blink away his tears, wanting to see Jeongguk. He was getting agitated from the distance, pulling on his hair and sobbing.

"Shh, love, hold on a little bit," he tried to reassure Jimin, but Jimin was having none of it as he continued to cry violently. Jeongguk couldn't watch any longer and approached the omega slowly. He took Jimin's hands and pulled them away from where they were hiding Jimin's face. He wiped his tears gently, staring into the golden eyes. He was kneeling on the floor, between Jimin's legs once again, putting both their safeties in danger by being this close, knowing how fast things could escalate.

Jimin looked at him hopefully before clutching Jeongguk’s sleeve, trying to pull him in closer. “Kiss?” he whispered, his voice heavy with crying and hiccups. Jeongguk just smiled at him as he pulled some hair away from Jimin’s face.

“No love, we—“ but Jimin interrupted again, more insistently, hinting to another wave of cries.

“Kiss.”

Jeongguk was just ready to shake his head once again when Jimin pulled Jeongguk down by the collar of his bordeaux hoodie and kissed him. Jeongguk was too weak of a man, as he gave in right away to the kiss. Jimin kissed eagerly, trying to pull Jeongguk flush against him. Jeongguk responded with equal desire, their tongues mingling as they explored each other’s mouths. Their kiss was a collision of desire, a fiery meeting that set their senses ablaze. Lips crashed together with intense hunger. The taste was electric, a blend of urgency and fervor that left them breathless. As their mouths molded together, every second intensified the magnetic pull drawing them closer, creating a passionate vortex that consumed them entirely.

Jeongguk broke the kiss, putting some distance between them and teasingly remarked, "You're such a brat, always getting what you want, hmm?"

Jimin just stared at him, his eyes still wide and golden. Given that Jimin was presenting at that moment, it was logical for the omega not to be able to formulate sentences or fully comprehend what Jeongguk was saying. Jimin gazed at Jeongguk for a moment before emitting a whiny "alpha," yearning to reach out to Jeongguk and pull him in another kiss.

But Jeongguk was resolute, standing firm and not allowing himself to lose control again, relief filling him as he sensed the door beep, signaling Namjoon's arrival. Namjoon rushed immediately to Jimin, finding him on the sofa with attention directed towards Jeongguk, who focused on Namjoon instead. The room was filled with heavy scents, and Namjoon shot murderous glares at Jeongguk. He swiftly flew to Jimin, lifting him into his arms as Jimin protested, repeatedly asking for his alpha.

Namjoon spoke loudly, "We'll talk later," as he headed for Jimin's room. The whole apartment filled with Jimin's sobs and cries, calling for Jeongguk over and over again. Jeongguk’s heart too was aching, his alpha clawing at his chest demanding he go satisfy his omega, but he knew better than to let his alpha overtake him. With a heavy heart, he headed for the seventh floor.

Sleep didn't come easy as he kept thinking about how much pain Jimin was going through and how his talk with Namjoon was going to go. He didn't have to be too anxious about it, as the following day, early in the morning, he heard incessant bell ringing. Padding to the door with his chest bare, hair pointing in different directions, he rubbed his eyes and opened the door to find Namjoon standing there, stern and serious.

"How's Minnie?" Jeongguk asked as he yawned, voice laced with worry and sleep, and followed Namjoon inside.

Namjoon turned around quickly, gritting out, "Fine." Then continued mockingly, "As fine as an omega can be while missing his alpha." Namjoon's frustration mounted as he heard Jimin's desperate calls for his alpha during the first night of his heat. The anger simmered within him, fueled not only by the perplexity of why Jimin referred to Jeongguk as his alpha but also by his own inability to provide the support Jimin needed. His baby brother was navigating this challenging experience alone leaving Namjoon with a sense of helplessness and frustration.

Jeongguk quickly realized what Namjoon was hinting at and said, "I swear I didn't touch him." Technically, they had kissed, but practically, it was Jimin who initiated that. "I just scented him because it would help him!"

Namjoon rubbed his face in frustration as he threw himself on Jeongguk’s couch. “Fuck. I’m sorry, Gguk, I believe you. I’m just…” he trailed off a bit before speaking up again. “I’m stressed and worried. He’s in pain and alone. He’s been distressed since last night and— fuck, everyone’s gonna be all over him more than before,” he confessed, looking at Jeongguk as the latter took a seat on the table in front of the sofa.

Jeongguk nodded in agreement, saying, "It’s okay, we’re both here for him," trying to ease his best friend’s worries. But the truth was that he, too, worried about Jimin. If Jimin was beautiful before, now, after turning into an omega, Jeongguk was sure he’d become even more breathtaking. Jeongguk seethed at the thought but consoled himself by reflecting on how Jimin had given him his first kiss. He found solace in the fact that Jimin’s first kiss wasn't with some lousy kid taking advantage of him and lusting after him. Despite knowing Jimin wouldn't remember it due to the haze of his heat, Jeongguk decided to patiently wait for Jimin to approach him again, hoping for a kiss they both would remember.

True to Jeongguk’s prediction, Jimin's beauty, already striking, reached new heights after presenting as an omega, attracting a growing number of suitors. Jimin looked ravishing, his body soft and curvy in all the right places. Rosy cheeks, widening hips, and plush thighs combined to make him one of the most beautiful omegas at the university. The increased attention didn't sit well with Namjoon, who took measures to ward off potential admirers. His anger prompted him to directly address the guys at the university, warning them to steer clear of his younger brother. His reputation at the university, combined with his protective nature for his brother, ensured that even other alphas hesitated to challenge his warnings. While they refrained from approaching Jimin directly, the lingering stares persisted from a distance.

Jeongguk was equally, if not more, protective of Jimin compared to Namjoon. Namjoon also resorted to violence, but he preferred using words and threats. He was more of a peaceful soul, not the typical alpha who just needed a reason to assert his dominance and power. His control was his power; he knew he could crush anybody if he wanted to, and that was dominance for him.

Jeongguk, on the other hand, wasn't just limited to words; he would resort to violence. He was more of a free spirit. He wasn't one of many words, and everybody at university found him intimidating, even more than Namjoon. So, while words should be enough for him, he wasn’t one to turn a blind eye and shut off his instincts. If he felt like putting somebody in their place with his fists, he just went with it. An example was when he sent Seungcheol to the hospital a few weeks ago.

Jeongguk had just finished a three-hour practice session, and the room was filled with alpha pheromones and sweat. While getting dressed after a shower, he overheard his teammates engaging in the usual talk about omegas – the typical mindset of knot head alphas with nothing in their brains. Usually, he'd ignore them, but that day was different.

Seungcheol's voice echoed in the room, catching Jeongguk's attention. "Have you heard about that new omega?"

Another voice chimed in, "Oh yeah, Jimin, right?" Jeongguk froze while packing his practice bag to leave.

"Man, if he's cute," the remark made his jaw clench, and he struggled not to overreact, telling himself it was nothing significant. Jimin was, indeed, cute.

"Cute? That’s an understatement. He has those luscious lips," Seungcheol said, chuckling wickedly. Jeongguk struggled to conceal his anger, his alpha reacting strongly to the comments about his omega. His chest heaved as he attempted to calm his instincts.

The laughter of his teammates filled the room, and though seething with anger, Jeongguk forced himself to continue packing his bag. He resolved to warn them to stay away from his Jimin; everything would be fine, he thought reasoning on not retorting to violence for once. But he couldn't follow the advice his brain provided as he heard the next comment.

"I bet he’s a screamer in bed. I’d like to tap that ass," he added, causing an angry growl to escape from Jeongguk's throat. Jeongguk lost all reasoning as he slammed his bag on the floor, turned around, and jumped on Seungcheol. He punched and punched, his scent sour with anger. The other alpha tried to land a few punches too, unsuccessfully. He felt a few hands trying to pull him off the now unconscious alpha on the floor, but Jeongguk wasn’t going to let him go.

"Jeongguk-ah!" he heard somebody yell as they managed to put a bit of space between him and the other alpha.

His eyes kept switching from red to brown as he warned, growling, "If I see any of you near Jimin, I’ll make sure you don’t live to see another daylight." With that, he lets himself be dragged away by Mingyu.

Needless to say, he was banned from the basketball court for a week, but he couldn't care less. Upon hearing the news of his suspension Namjoon was proud of him for having shown that alpha his place. On the other hand, Jimin kept asking him the reason, and Jeongguk didn’t budge. He couldn't tell Jimin about the comments they had made about him. The younger eventually gave up but did make sure to let Jeongguk know how hot it was of him to take down another alpha like that.

If only Jimin knew how hot their kiss had been too, but Jimin didn’t remember any of it - just like he had imagined. The omega had been pretty out of it for half of their conversation the day he presented, eyes golden and just a few words leaving his mouth. Jeongguk was disappointed because he thought that Jimin was finally making his move on him. Instead, he should have known that it was Jimin’s heat making him act like that. He felt disappointed, but he knew it wasn’t Jimin’s fault. So, he stuck to not uttering a word about the event to Jimin, knowing it would only cause embarrassment to the latter.

Jeongguk didn't change at all, not even after Jimin had presented. He now drowned him in his scent, keeping away every alpha from him, giving a clear sign that he had laid his claim on him. Even though he hadn't, nor had Jimin suspected that he was doing it to satiate his possessiveness. But that’s how it looked like to other alphas, and if it did the job, Jeongguk certainly wasn’t going to complain about it, not when he already had been imagining Jimin as his omega.

First half in his first year at university, Jimin demonstrated his capability in studies. However, he struggled with physics, finding it challenging to understand and apply the memorized notions practically.

In the midst of a physics lesson, Namjoon explained, "And that’s how the current flows through the solenoid—"

"What’s a solenoid?" Jimin interrupted, looking at him with confusion.

Namjoon turned to him exasperated, "Minnie, I’ve literally explained that 2 minutes ago," putting the pen down from where he drew the magnetic field.

"Hyung," Jimin whined, laying his head on the table in frustration. "You use too many big and weird words; I can’t get them in my head," he looked up at Namjoon, pouting.

"Min, I don't know if I can explain it better than this. It's a scientific subject," Namjoon scratched the back of his neck as he tried to convey his position. The truth was that, while scientific subjects had their limits in terms of simplification, it was also because Namjoon, despite being a top student with the best grades, wasn't exactly the best at explaining concepts. Being a born genius with an IQ of 148, these matters came naturally to him, and he didn't experience nor fully understand the struggle.

"But I have the exam soon, and I'm so lost," Jimin continued complaining, now sitting up and huffing.

"Try asking Gguk, maybe he can explain it better than me?" Namjoon suggested, ruffling his baby brother's soft hair. Jimin had dyed it blonde after presenting, affirming that he looked cuter, and he sure did.

"Good idea!" Jimin beamed, standing up and grabbing his books from the table as he walked cutely to the door. His eyes sparkled at the idea of bothering his hyung a little bit and spending time with him. Jimin thought that maybe Jeongguk would have made a move of acknowledging his advances after he presented, but Jeongguk had done no such thing. Well, advances is an extreme word since all Jimin did was ogle him and sneak in some 'you’re hot' comments here and there.

Jimin made his way to the seventh floor and rang Jeongguk's bell once as he heard footsteps on the other side. Jeongguk opened the door, dressed in baggy jeans and a simple white tee, hand holding a red bull. He smiled at Jimin, who smiled back, coconut scent sweet with happiness. He let Jimin in, and after talking for a while, they got to studying. How Jimin regretted coming to him to study, he couldn't explain. Jeongguk was strict and unmoving as he kept repeating the same concepts over and over again. This wasn't how Jimin thought it would be going, nothing like the cute tutoring session he had in mind.

Even Namjoon, after three times of Jimin asking the same question, would have given up, but Jeongguk remained impassive as he kept explaining each time. Jimin wanted to bang his head on the table for being stupid and thinking Jeongguk would go easy on him.

"Hyung, I wanna take a break," Jimin suddenly interrupted. Jeongguk stopped moving his hands on the book, looking at him seriously.

"We took one 15 minutes ago."

"But you're boring, hyung. I don't understand what you're saying at all," Jimin whined, pouting. Jeongguk raised his eyebrows challengingly.

"That's because you don't pay attention. No breaks," he said firmly, picking up his pen once again.

Jimin retorted, "You're even worse than Joon hyung," hoping that maybe this comment could distract Jeongguk for a bit.

Jeongguk was obviously the smarter between the two as he didn't take Jimin's bait to start an argument. "Good. I'll show you worse if you don't stop playing around," he said, smirking and eyeing Jimin with indifference to his comment. Jimin rolled his eyes at him, but they soon widened realizing his mistake.

"What did I say about rolling your eyes at me, Jimin?" Jeongguk asked, grabbing his chin and turning his face to the side so their gazes could meet.

"Not to do it," Jimin whispered nervously. "I didn't mean it!" he added, putting up his best puppy eyes. Jeongguk scanned his face, eyes particularly latching onto Jimin’s lips before he nodded. One thing about Jeongguk was that he hated when anybody rolled their eyes at him. It wasn’t anything big per se, but it irked him, thinking he wasn’t being taken seriously. Taehyung called this ‘daddy behaviour’.

Another thing he hated was being lied to, and Jimin didn’t do that often, but when he did, it always ended up with him being found. It was near the end of his first year when his biggest lie, and relatively the most serious one, had been caught. He always stole Namjoon’s clothes, as well as Jeongguk’s, but lately, he stole Jeongguk’s varsity jacket and wore it whenever he could. Jeongguk often had to look for it, thinking it was in the laundry, clueless about how Jimin paraded around wearing it. When it first had happened a week ago, Jeongguk didn’t mind. He was happy that not only was his omega scented throughly by him but he was also wearing his clothes. Jeongguk prided himself on thinking that it would drive some daring suitors away, and unknown to him that was the exact reason why Jimin had started stealing it more frequently.

There was a guy at university who relentlessly tried to court Jimin. When he had gotten him flowers and confessed, Jimin had rejected him gently, stating that he already had somebody he liked. The alpha was tall and handsome, but Jimin really had somebody he liked, who was Jeongguk. However, the guy didn’t give up at all; he had only become more persistent. He'd ask Jimin's classmates to hand him strawberry milk he bought personally because he knew Jimin liked it, he'd make flowers get delivered to him, and he'd also leave dainty jewelry on the seat where Jimin usually sat in the cafeteria for lunch.

Jimin was uncomfortable but he thought he could handle the situation. He thought that maybe the guy would leave him alone if he saw Jimin wearing an alpha’s clothes. He couldn’t wear Namjoon’s clothes anymore; his suitor most likely knew Namjoon was his hyung, so it had to be someone else. Not just any alpha, but a Jeon who had a reputation as not one to be messed with - this being the reason why the varsity jacket was the one he stole the most from Jeongguk, as it wrote "JEON" in bold letters for everyone to read.

Jeongguk didn't suspect anything the first week, but he picked up on Jimin's anxious scent whenever they were at university. Namjoon also sensed it, but Jimin brushed off both of them, attributing his unease to the final exams stress. Jimin thought he had everything under control until one day, instead of finding the usual expensive small gifts at his seat in the cafeteria, he found a letter. With a racing heart, he dared to open it, and his panic only heightened. The letter listed a long description of what the alpha would like to do to him. How he thought Jimin would look pretty crying and begging for him to stop while he had his way with him. How he’d hang pictures of Jimin’s vulnerable and bruised state all over university walls, so everybody could enjoy the view. How he’d lick blood away from Jimin’s abused hole, but reluctantly since it could serve as good lubricant - in case Jimin was too shy to leak some actual slick.

At that, Jimin's ears started ringing, and his heart skipped beats. He couldn't continue reading the letter and he bunched it up in his hand, and fled the cafeteria. His scent was so sour he didn't even realize he had caught everybody's attention. Full-on panicking, eyes turning blurry with unshed tears, he ran through the hallway. He couldn't see where he was going, almost tripping twice in his white Converse, as the only thought he had in mind was going home and nesting.

As he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, thinking how close he was to making it out of the university gates, he bumped into the person he wanted to avoid the most. Choi Minho, name still unknown to Jimin, stared at him wickedly, eyes smiling upon seeing the omega he desired right in front of him and so close. Jimin couldn't see clearly, but he recognized that spicy and overpowering musky scent as he tried to get away from him.

The alpha only pulled him closer, plastering himself against Jimin, smiling sinisterly. "Where are you going, little omega?"

Jimin tried to put distance between them, blinking away his tears, not wanting to let them flow. He would only look weaker and an easy target for the alpha. He pushed with all his strength, but the alpha’s hands were digging into his wrists, probably about to leave bruises. Minho leaned closer, dipping his head into the juncture between Jimin's neck and clavicles, releasing his repulsive scent on Jimin. At that moment, Jimin's brain circuited, thinking about all the possible scenarios that could take place if he didn't react – one of them being Minho using his alpha voice on him.

He couldn't let that happen, he thought, as he lifted his knee and hit hard between the alpha’s legs, finally getting some distance between them. That gave him enough time to land a punch on the alpha’s nose, who stumbled back. His hand hurt probably more than the alpha’s nose, but he took the chance and ran as fast as he could from there, turning to look back only once and seeing him crouched down, holding his crotch and nose in pain.

He ran up the stairs of his building, his mind playing games on him and making him think the alpha was still chasing behind him when he had clearly seen him on the pavement a few minutes ago. He rushed to his door, fumbling with the code twice as his vision turned blurry again. He was still panicking, conscious he had escaped the danger, but he couldn’t feel safe until he was cocooned inside his nest. Sobs began echoing on the third floor as he still tried entering the code in the electric keypad again.

"Love?" he would have heard his name being called a couple of times if his sobs didn't drown it out, but all he felt was a sudden grip on his arm. Dread filled him again as he flinched back, jumping and hitting blindly, thinking Minho had caught up to him.

"Don't touch me. Don't touch me, I swear—" he sobbed, pushing the person with all his force, but now both of his arms were cuffed by big hands as he was pulled closer and interrupted, "Jimin, it's me!"

He blinked a couple of times, vision getting less blurry as he took in the person in front of him. Black attire of a t-shirt and cargo pants over slippers. Jeongguk. Relief filled him upon seeing his hyung, face still drained of color and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Hyung," he whispered brokenly. Jeongguk looked at him in concern, worry seeping in his scent as he let Jimin hide in his chest and cry. Just as he was about to spit out his questions, the door opened, revealing a half-asleep Namjoon.

"Minnie, sorry I was—," he stopped talking, his voice still rough with sleep, as he took in the scene in front of him. His eyes immediately hardened, staring at Jeongguk who was also looking for answers.

Jeongguk decided that it was going to turn into a long discussion as he picked Jimin up in his arms and got inside with Namjoon following swiftly. He put Jimin down gently on the sofa, Jimin still clinging to him and crying. Namjoon crouched down in front of him, releasing calming pheromones, bergamot filling the room.

"What happened? Did somebody say anything to you?" Namjoon asked gently, gliding a hand over Jimin’s knee. Both him and Jeongguk knew they had to be calm and not agitate Jimin any further with their spiking scents, so they put on a facade of being collected, while on the inside, they were both ready to rip everyone apart.

"What is it, love? What—"

"What's this scent?" Namjoon’s booming voice interrupted suddenly as he caught a whiff of Minho's scent on Jimin.

Jeongguk, who had been too alarmed seeing Jimin cry desperately to notice before, was suddenly hit with a strong musk—an alpha scent. His jaw clenched, and he couldn't hide the anger in his own scent of coffee turning intense as he recalled Jimin’s pleas outside the door not to touch him.

Jeongguk stroked Jimin's hair softly while Jimin still sobbed. "Did somebody touch you?" he growled out, fury evident in each word.

"Who is it?" Namjoon chimed in too, his usual pleasing bergamot scent now heavy with fury, as he sat up next to Jimin on the sofa.

"Baby, who was it?" Namjoon asked, holding both of Jimin’s cheeks and wiping his tears.

"There’s..." Jimin hiccuped. "Th-this alpha," he continued while shaking. Namjoon just waited patiently while stroking Jimin’s back, worry consuming him on the inside.

"He c-courts me, and I—" Jimin hid in Namjoon’s chest as he tried to speak clearly. "Hyung, he kee-keeps bothering me," he concluded, all while trying to regulate his breathing.

"Shh, I’ll take care of him. What’s his name?" Namjoon assured sweetly, trying to will his scent to go back to normal, wanting to comfort his brother. Jimin shook his head as he kept cuddling in his hyung’s grey shirt, gulping down his calming scent, finding peace in it.

"What’s this?" Jeongguk suddenly interrupted, holding the bunched-up paper that had slipped from Jimin’s pocket. The letter hand unknowingly put it in his pocket when he tried to push Minho away. When Jimin lifted his head from his hiding place and saw Jeongguk holding the letter, he jumped in panic, eyes widening as he tried to take it from Jeongguk’s hands. He couldn’t have Jeongguk reading it; he'd feel so humiliated even though he had done nothing wrong.

Jeongguk stood up, moving out of Jimin’s reach, who stood up as well on his shaky legs. If Jeongguk didn’t have an intention to read the paper before, now he had definitely changed his mind, seeing how Jimin was trying to hide it from him. One of Jeongguk's hands circled Jimin’s arm as he opened the worn out paper with his other. His eyes scanned the paper slowly, as if thinking he wasn’t actually reading it, as his anger increased tenfold - spicy and intense coffee scent clogging the room.

“What the fuck is this?” he raised his voice, pinning Jimin with his gaze of fury while clutching the paper tightly in his right hand. Jimin’s eyes filled with new tears as he could only look down. He gulped when he heard Namjoon stand up and move towards them, taking the letter from Jeongguk’s hand and reading it himself.

“Jimin, I’m asking you something!” Jeongguk yelled, clutching Jimin’s wrists and pulling him closer. At that, Jimin flinched, and Jeongguk lowered his gaze to the wrists he was holding. He knew that no matter how angry he was, he’d never hold Jimin tightly enough to make him flinch. So when he saw the bruises, his mind went haywire. Jimin, too, realized his actions as he tried to pull away in an attempt to hide from Jeongguk, and Jeongguk let go from the shock of seeing the blooming bruises.

But Namjoon wasn’t going to. He turned the blonde around, and his eyes hardened as he took in Jimin’s wounded knuckles from when he punched Minho and the bruises on his wrists, still not fully formed but definitely there.

“He did this to you?” Namjoon asked firmly, to which Jimin just nodded slowly, gaze still downcast. “What did he do?” Namjoon spoke up again, trying to soften his voice but it was a hard task when all he could see was his baby brother hurt and bruised.

When Jimin lifted his eyes up, he saw Jeongguk next to Namjoon as he gulped down, “Grabbed and scen-scented a little bit,” he kept looking between them.

Suddenly, it all clicked in Jeongguk’s mind, his eyes zeroing in on his varsity jacket on Jimin. “How long?” he asked, Jimin's eyes snapping at him. Jimin didn’t answer as he only stepped closer to Namjoon, trying to make this conversation die because he knew that Jeongguk had caught him in the lie, and he wasn’t going to let it slide, especially if it regarded his safety.

“What are you talking about?” Namjoon asked confusedly, staring between the two.

"What the hell, Park Jimin," Jeongguk growled, inching closer to him.

“This has been going on for two weeks?” Jeongguk yelled as he took hold of Jimin’s arms, avoiding touching his wrists. “Hmm? You won’t look at me because you’ve been fucking lying this whole time?” he spat out in anger, losing control completely of his temper.

“What? Minnie, two weeks?” Namjoon chimed in, disbelief evident in his voice as he stayed rooted in his position.

“I—hyung, I thought,” Jimin looked at Namjoon, rushing to give an explanation, but there was no justifiable clarification to this. “Ggukie hyung,” he looked now at Jeongguk in panic, “I had everything under control,” he whispered, noticing how stupid it sounded even to him. How could he have thought he had everything under control?

“Was it? That freak said he’d open you up with a fucking knife if he had to. You had that under control?” Jeongguk yelled, leaning down to match his height.

"W-what?" Jimin stuttered out, feeling like emptying his guts, and Jeongguk quickly caught on the fact that Jimin probably hadn't read the whole letter from fear. He cursed at himself for saying things the younger couldn't stomach, seeing how he looked even paler than before. Tears dropping on the floor, Jimin hung his head low again as he couldn’t find the courage to look at Jeongguk.

“Who was it?” Namjoon asked again, voice stern, but Jimin just shook his head again.

“What? Are you hiding it?” Jeongguk asked, clearly pissed, but Jimin answered in a rush, “H-hyungie, I don’t know,” looking up from his wooden floor at him with pleading eyes. Jeongguk just clenched his jaw, uttering a small ‘fuck,’ before he pulled Jimin into a crushing hug.

“We’ll take care of him,” he kissed his temple and made sure to get rid of the putrid alpha stench before letting Jimin leave his arms and head to Namjoon's, who scented him equally as thoroughly.

They were both still enraged, but they decided to tone it down, wanting to distract Jimin. Namjoon went out to buy him chocolate ice cream that Jimin usually craved when feeling down, while Jeongguk stayed with him. He had to wait an hour for Jimin to come out of the shower, knowing what was taking him so long, but he didn’t dare move, accepting that if Jimin needed to scrub thoroughly to feel reassured, it was fine. Even if there was no trace of that alpha on him, both he and Namjoon he made sure, it was fine if it could ease Jimin. He watched as Jimin finally came out dressed in a cute pajama set of white shorts and a simple top, his hair slightly wet, having dried with the towel. Jimin timidly made his way to Jeongguk.

"Scent me, please?" Jimin uttered, coming to stand in front of the alpha, who looked up at him. Jeongguk didn’t have to be asked twice as he got up and held Jimin in his arms. His heart was filled with endearment seeing Jimin’s rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes. He rubbed his nose and cheeks up and down thoroughly in the juncture between Jimin’s neck and his shoulder. He even left a few kisses here and there to intensify his coffee scent on Jimin. The blonde sagged against him, knees going weak from the feeling of being scented like this, his own scent sweetening incredibly but hiding underneath the alpha’s essence.

They eventually parted, and Jeongguk watched as Jimin tried to make a nest, precisely positioning some pillows in a certain way and rearranging them when he didn’t feel satisfied. When he was finally content with it, he laid down, eyes closing halfway, comfortable in his safe space. Jeongguk cooed at him as he brushed a hand through Jimin’s fluffy blonde hair but didn’t dare enter his nest.

“Hyung, I didn’t want to lie,” Jimin spoke up, taking hold of the hand Jeongguk had in his hair. “I even punched him and kicked him in the nuts!” he added, trying to sound strong. Jeongguk chuckled and leaned down, kissing his forehead.

“You’re my good boy, hmm?” Pulling away from Jimin, he added, “Next time, I hope there’s no next time; you tell us right away. I won’t have you hiding things like this from me and putting yourself in danger. I won’t forgive you if you lie to me on issues like this again.” His tone offered no talk back, having a certain finality in it.

The following day they reported the psycho, Choi Minho, to the authorities, but before that, they made sure to beat him to the pulp for messing with Jimin.

The first year of university for Jimin ended beautifully. His grades were perfect, even in physics, and nobody had dared to bother him since Choi Minho. Summer, too, went by smoothly. They visited their parents in Busan and went on a vacation together to Jeju with their friends. Namjoon also went on a one-week trip with his boyfriend, Seokjin. They had been dating for three years, basically since they had moved to Seoul, and Seokjin came over more often than not to their apartment. Seokjin and Namjoon had perfect chemistry, balancing each other despite being polar opposites—Namjoon focused on his future, a bit serious and clumsy, while Jin embraced life, believing in fate and not worrying about the small things.

They were perfect for each other, and Jimin could see that both Namjoon and Seokjin were serious about their relationship. His hyung had always been the type to say, “Date for marriage, not for time pass," and Jimin felt over the moon seeing him so happy. However, he also felt a little emotional since he knew he couldn't stay with his hyung forever, and the latter would have to eventually build a family of his own. So, he decided to take a big step to push their relationship further, even if it hurt him, because there was nothing more he wished than to see his hyung get the happiness he deserved. It was November, a few months into Jimin’s second year at university when he decided to take that step.

"I think I should move out," Jimin voiced out, eating his tteokbokki hungrily. He heard choking sounds as he looked up, seeing Namjoon choke on his food. Jeongguk, too, looked at him perplexed, while Seokjin sat with his mouth closed, knowing he didn't have a say in this conversation.

"What the fuck are you saying?" Namjoon sputtered after drinking water to gulp down the food.

"Hyung, I think it's time I move out," Jimin stated simply, shrugging his shoulders as he put down his chopsticks to meet his brother's stare.

"What? Why?" Namjoon retorted, a mildly angry shade painting his scent as he sat up straighter.

"I can’t stay here forever; you have Jin hyung—"

"What does that have to do with you moving out?" Namjoon gritted out, eyes boring into Jimin’s.

"I know Jin hyung is planning to move in, so I don’t—" Jimin started saying, but Namjoon wasn’t in any mood to listen, just like he had predicted.

"So what if he’s moving in? I thought you liked him!" Namjoon stood up abruptly, rounding the dining table to meet the younger. Jimin, too, stood up and spoke in panic.

"No, no! Of course, I love him! He’s so nice to me, and he’s beautiful," he assured, looking at Seokjin, not wanting him to get the wrong impression.

"Then what is the problem!” Namjoon raised his voice.

"I just think I’m grown up. I’m 19; you’re 21! You have your own life; you can’t just put it on standby for me," Jimin chewed on his lip, unknowingly releasing distressed pheromones and making Namjoon inch closer to him.

"Who said I’m putting it on standby? I have my own life, and you’re part of it," Namjoon held Jimin’s cheeks as he tried to make his baby brother look at him. "We have two bedrooms for a reason, Minnie."

"Yeah, but I can’t stay here 'til I’m grey and old. And I also don’t want to hear… you guys all the time," Jimin blushed as he said that, his hands holding onto Namjoon’s.

"Then I’ll—"

"No. You don’t have to change anything for me. You’ll always be my hyung whom I love so much, and that’s exactly why I want you to be happy," Jimin said, smiling and feeling a little emotional.

"But I am happy with you," Namjoon said, to which Seokjin sweetly added, standing and coming next to Namjoon, "I don’t mind you being here, Jiminie."

"I know," Jimin squeezed Namjoon’s hands and smiled widely at the omega. "But you guys will mate, and I too will find a mate, so I can’t just sit around until that happens and third-wheel between you guys," he said, a few tears springing from his eyes.

Namjoon was about to open his mouth to say something again before Jimin decided to put a hand on it to shut him up. He then hugged him tightly, inhaling his brother’s saddened bergamot scent.

"You can’t live alone," Namjoon stated, to which Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I wi—"

"I said you can’t, and you won’t live alone," Namjoon's voice was stern as he interrupted Jimin.

His voice softened as he explained, "I won’t let you live alone where I don’t know the people around you or what you’re up to."

"But I do te—"

"Do you, Jimin?" Namjoon asked seriously, fire blazing in his eyes. He was obviously referring to the Minho incident, and Jimin knew he couldn’t answer that question, so he stayed silent.

“I can’t let you do that... not after that,” Namjoon concluded, and Jimin could only look down.

“He'll live with me,” Jeongguk answered from where he still sat at the dining table inhaling food. He had been too hung up on 'I too will find a mate,' so he didn’t think much and took his chance to suggest that idea, not much of a suggestion since it sounded more like an affirmation. All three heads turned to him.

“I have a spare bedroom, he’ll just be a couple of floors away, and I’ll make sure he’s fine,” Jeongguk said, taking a bite of the spring rolls.

“And I’m not dating anybody, nor do I bring anybody home, so it should be fine.” He raised his eyebrows and cocked his face to the side, challenging Jimin to refuse. But Jimin was not going to refuse this golden opportunity. The one thing he wanted after Namjoon being happy was conquering Jeongguk, and he wasn’t going to pass up the reward that fate brought him on a silver platter.

Needless to say, Namjoon didn’t refuse, nor did Jimin contest. He moved in smoothly, shifting his clothes and stuff into his own room. Jeongguk gave him full permission to change things around if he wanted to, but Jimin didn't alter it much. He just added a few pictures here and there, his LED lights in the room, and his big candy stock to the kitchen. A cabinet full of sweet delicacies Jimin couldn’t wait to dig into for his fill of sugar. He had developed a sugar fixation after presenting, and even though Namjoon tried to take it away from him, claiming it was poison, he didn’t relent. He fake-cried in front of him, and Namjoon gave in, unable to see his baby brother cry.

However, where Namjoon gave in, Jeongguk didn't. He knew how to handle Jimin's brattiness. So when Jimin was caught eating strawberry laces at 2 am while studying, Jeongguk had taken them away from him.

"It's too much sugar, love," Jeongguk said, holding the plastic packet in his hand as Jimin tried to take it back. "It's just today!" Jimin retorted, standing on the couch and attempting to reach the candy held up in Jeongguk's raised hand.

"I saw you eat them every day since you moved in," Jeongguk sighed as he took a hold of Jimin's hand and pulled him down from the couch.

"What did I say about lying to me, Jimin?" he asked, crouched down a little to meet Jimin's eyes. Jimin bit his tongue at the lie, and Jeongguk couldn't help but think he looked so cute he wanted to snuggle him aggressively. Jimin wore one of Namjoon's oversized hoodies and boxers, looking cozy and cuddly. It was cold, indeed, but Jeongguk always had the heating on, knowing how Jimin easily got cold. His alpha felt glad he provided enough warmth so Jimin wasn't trembling and instead paraded around with bare legs.

"Please, hyungie," Jimin mustered, employing the sweetest puppy eyes and baby talk to enhance his cuteness. He knew Jeongguk had a soft spot for both, and he intended to use them to his advantage.

"Oh, now you're being polite? Too bad you lied," Jeongguk scoffed, affected by Jimin's cute behavior but determined not to let it get to his head and overlook the atrocious sugar intake of the younger.

Jimin then deployed his last weapon: fake crying. It had always worked on Namjoon and even Jeongguk, so he confidently put his plan into action. Tears filled his eyes, lips wobbling a little as he sniffed cutely. Jeongguk stared at him, his heart fluttering at the scene, wanting to kiss him senseless and hide him forever from everyone else.

"Love," he whispered, coming closer, wiping Jimin’s tears. He kissed his forehead while asking, "You think I don’t know you’re pretending?" Jimin’s eyes widened, tears clinging to his eyelashes as he realized he had been discovered.

"A certain birdie called Taehyung told me you can cry on command," Jeongguk remarked, smiling mockingly. He ruffled Jimin’s hair before saying, "No more sugar for you," as he left the living area. Jimin just threw himself on the sofa, screaming into a pillow in embarrassment, cursing Taehyung and craving his fill of sugar.

The following day, after cursing Taehyung for half an hour and smacking him with a book a couple of times, Jimin calmed down.

Sitting at the library, exasperated, he muttered, "He cleared my candy cabinet. There was nothing left this morning." He grabbed Taehyung’s shoulders and shook him a little, whining, "Nothing, Tae!"

Then, smacking his head on the table, he dramatically exclaimed, "What am I gonna do now?" — showcasing the drama queen side of him.

"Well, you do eat too much—“ Taehyung started to say but stopped quickly after receiving a death glare from his best friend. "I mean, how could he take everything?" he cleared his throat, and Jimin sighed.

"He’s always so mean. Why do I even like him?" the blonde scoffed, resting his face in his hand, elbow on the table.

"Because he’s not actually that mean, and he spoils you? And, to be fair, you’re into mean guys," Taehyung said nonchalantly, reaching for the plastic cup containing his hot chocolate.

"When is he going to fuck me into another dimension?" Jimin continued whining, ignoring Taehyung’s reasoning, knowing he was right.

"Jiminie, we’re in a library," Taehyung looked around, making sure nobody was listening before saying, "why don’t you try seducing him? You live together, it would be so easy."

Jimin beamed with enthusiasm, declaring, "You're right! I should do that." However, his excitement quickly faded. "How does one seduce?" he turned to Taehyung, pouting in confusion, seeking guidance for his newfound mission.

"Leave that to me," Taehyung smirked, reveling in his role as the seduction mentor. Taehyung, the mastermind, crafted threes plans and meticulously explained to Jimin how he should execute each of them. The first plan involved Jimin wearing skimpy clothes around Jeongguk and Jimin wasted no time in doing that.

He already wore shorts around Jeongguk but they weren’t a big deal since his oversized tops always covered most of them. But if those weren't affecting him, he'd have to resort to a bigger weapon. Jimin wore short shorts that exposed his legs and ass a bit, parading around the house waiting for Jeongguk.

When the raven head came home and found him lying on his stomach on the couch, he didn’t think before asking right away, “What the hell are you wearing?”

Jimin just turned around, looking all innocent as he uttered, “Tae gifted me these. Aren’t they cute?” while arching a little bit, close to presenting himself.

Jeongguk stared at Jimin’s ass, taking in his suggestive position as well. The skin looked so supple and smooth, all Jeongguk could think was how he wanted bite into it and savour it slowly. He closed and opened his mouth a couple of times, finding it hard to focus. All he could manage was a gulp and a nod before heading to his room. Jimin stayed there, confused and pouting. Jeongguk wasn't seduced as he wanted, so Jimin decided to try another skimpy item before moving on to plan B.

Jimin slept a little mad that night since Jeongguk didn’t even get out of his room once. The following morning, he opted to wear a cute skirt, overlooking the weather in order to seduce Jeongguk. He got out of the room feeling pretty because of his adorable outfit – a purple sweater paired with a white skirt and oxfords.

"Where do you think you’re going wearing that?" Jeongguk’s voice boomed behind him, making him jump. Turning around he saw Jeongguk in his sleepy state.

"Ah, hyung," Jimin approached him, eyes turning crescents as he smiled. "I have classes in a bit."

"It’s cold outside, change," Jeongguk said firmly, crossing his arms over his broad chest covered with a black shirt.

"But I like my clothes," Jimin retorted, his brows furrowing. Jeongguk was paying no attention to his outfit, and that irked him.

"It’s November, go change into something warmer," Jeongguk didn’t budge, looking at Jimin with hard eyes.

"I don’t care!" Sweet coconut turning bitter with anger.

Jeongguk raised an eyebrow, tongue poking in the cheek as he stepped closer to Jimin. "Jimin," he said with a tone that brooked no argument.

Jimin refused, asserting, "No, I can do whatever I want."

Jeongguk inhaled deeply before saying, "It’s fucking -2 degrees—"

"Bye," Jimin stopped him midway, ever so angry, as he stomped out of the apartment. Could he not compliment Jimin like a normal person? He dolled up for him, but Jeongguk was just stupid. Huffing, still angry, he opened the door to the apartment and went back inside, finding Jeongguk rooted in the same spot.

He got close to him and yelled, "You’re blind anyway!" before leaving again.

Jimin told about the event to Taehyung, who struggled to control his laugh, suggesting that maybe plan B would work out better. Jimin stayed annoyed the whole day at university, freezing as well. He cursed at himself for wanting to look pretty for Jeongguk and trying to seduce him. His hands shook, and lips trembled a bit, a bluish hue to them, as he stood by the vending machine to get himself hot chocolate. He thanked the heavens Namjoon didn’t have any classes today; otherwise, he would have scolded him for two hours, saying he should take care of himself.

He was waiting for the plastic cup to be filled with the beverage when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulders. He looked down to see a jacket on him, the familiar scent of coffee surrounding him. He swiftly took the jacket off and handed it back to Jeongguk. "I don’t need it. Thank you."

"Jimin," Jeongguk warned, putting the jacket back on him. The blonde tried to once again take it off before Jeongguk grabbed his arm and pulled him closer and pinned him with a stern stare. "Love, drop it," he said, emphasizing every word with a hard tone.

At that, Jimin stopped and glared at him, pushing him away, the jacket still resting on his shoulders. “Why do you care? Go away, I don’t like you.”

“What did I even do?” Jeongguk asked, genuinely confused, staring at Jimin’s side profile as Jimin crouched down to grab his hot chocolate. The blonde just glared at him while leaving with his hot chocolate to sit at his usual table in the library. Sipping on his hot drink he sighed in relief, finally getting some warmth.

“Why am I blind?” Jeongguk kept talking, sitting right next to Jimin. He had an arm resting over the backseat of Jimin’s chair, bringing his own to be closer to him.

“What is it, love?” he asked again softly. At that, Jimin put down his cup and mumbled quietly, “You never compliment me.”

“I never compliment you?” Jeongguk asked in disbelief, his hand moving to Jimin’s chin so the younger could look at him. Okay, that was clearly a lie because Jeongguk showered Jimin with love and compliments any chance he had. However, Jimin wanted to hear him say it in the morning when Jeongguk had just told him to change.

“You’re pretty,” Jeongguk let out, no hesitation whatsoever. “You’re always pretty. You look beautiful today—I like your purple jumper and that white skirt of yours. I like your sweater paws; they make you look adorable. Your cute tiny hands, your sparkling eyes—” he began listing, not even having to think about it. He didn’t exactly understand why Jimin was angry in the first place, but if all he had to do was have a monologue about what he liked about him, then he’d happily do so. Jimin just put a hand on his mouth, eyes wide as he bit his lips. He then proceeded to hug Jeongguk, seeking his warmth and comforting scent.

“I’m cold,” voice muffled from how he plastered himself to Jeongguk as much as he could, considering their seats. He rubbed his nose on Jeongguk’s neck, in an attempt to warm it up.

“It’s almost as if I told you to dress warmly this morning,” Jeongguk snorted, hand threading through Jimin’s hair while he held him close.

“I’m sorry for being rude this morning,” Jimin said, regret evident in both his scent and voice.

Jeongguk just hummed, kissing the top of his head. “Let’s go home.”

“I still have work to do,” huffed Jimin, trembling from the cold, wanting to go home too.

“I’ll help you, you’re freezing,” Jeongguk held Jimin’s hands, blowing on them. Jimin nodded, watching as Jeongguk took his books in one hand and held his hand in the other. He watched in admiration as Jeongguk guided them out of the library, thinking how lucky he was to have such a caring person around him.

Jimin wasn’t only attracted to Jeongguk’s physique but also to his personality. Jeongguk looked breathtaking, towering over Jimin, muscles rippling everywhere – his strong, tattooed arms, his abs that Jimin wanted to trace with his tongue, and his muscular thighs. Jeongguk was a walking wet dream, and oh, the dreams Jimin had about him. One, in particular, felt especially real – them kissing in Namjoon’s apartment, and Jeongguk calling him a brat afterwards. Jimin could only wish it was real.

Yes, he was attracted to Jeongguk’s body, but even more so to his nature. Jeongguk knew how to indulge him in stupid things, how to care for him, how to be strict when necessary, and how to spoil him. He was a full package. And talking about package, at university rumors about the size of his cock had spread quickly among the students. Jeongguk wasn’t the typical fuckboy, but he had had his fair share of sexual experiences. His drive was high, but he wasn’t one to entertain new people everyday - he just dealt with his hunger alone most of the times. The few people he had fooled around with talked and talked, and so did his fellow basketball teammates. Jimin's curiosity about the rumored size of Jeongguk’s package heightened, and he couldn't wait to find out if the rumors were indeed true and open said package.

Once home, they settled on the couch, with Jeongguk's back against the sofa and Jimin leaning against the older’s chest, a fluffy white blanket around them both as they studied. They settled into this position because Jimin's body was frigid when they arrived home, his teeth chattering in the harsh evening cold. Jeongguk reprimanded him again for his dressing choice, emphasizing how careless Jimin was, given that he knows his sensitivity to cold. In that moment, Jimin concluded that perhaps Jeongguk wasn't the typical alpha who went wild at the sight of the first sliver of skin. After all, Jeongguk was mature, being two years older, and had consistently behaved responsibly, explaining his lack of reaction to plan A.

With that thought in mind, he drifted off to sleep, curled against Jeongguk's warm body. Being an alpha, Jeongguk served as a human heater, emanating comforting warmth. That night Jeongguk broke the unspoken boundary as he decided not to take him to his room. It was their first time sleeping together, but he brushed off that thought as he pulled them both to lay on the sofa. Spooning Jimin from behind, he wrapped his arm around his small waist, falling asleep with the sole focus of preventing the blonde from falling sick and providing warmth throughout the night if necessary.

That's how Jimin woke up the following morning, attached to Jeongguk. Their sofa was spacious, but it obviously wasn't a bed, and that was another reason why they were glued together. He felt giddy at being this close to him, their scents intermingling in a happy symphony. Turning in Jeongguk's embrace, Jimin scanned every feature of his peaceful and adorable sleeping face. The urge to pinch Jeongguk's cheeks overwhelmed him, but he opted for soft kisses on them instead, savoring the moment of observing him in slumber. How could one look so adorable while sleeping but so intimidating when awake? The lip piercings gave him an overpowering look, but in the sleepy state he was seeing Jeongguk in at that moment, they didn't make him look unapproachable one bit.

While tracing his features, the realization of impending lectures struck him, causing Jimin to jolt up suddenly. Jeongguk too, confused and alert, jumped up searching for potential threats. Rolling his eyes, Jimin reassured him that it was just his tardiness for classes. Jeongguk, satisfied with the explanation, returned to slumber, while the blonde hurriedly prepared for the day ahead. In his haste, Jimin didn't forget the resolution to initiate plan B. He rushed to Jeongguk, who slept with his mouth slightly parted.

"Hyung," he called softly, but Jeongguk didn't respond. "Hyungie," he called again, this time tapping on his shoulder. Jeongguk opened his eyes slightly before closing them again, turning to his side, his face now toward Jimin as he hummed in acknowledgment.

"Hyung, I want your hoodie," Jimin whispered, almost cooing at how cute Jeongguk looked in the morning, all cuddly and cozy.

"Mhmm, 'kay," Jeongguk answered, eyes still closed. That was all Jimin needed to sit on the side of the sofa, gently lifting Jeongguk's hoodie off of him. Jeongguk didn't do anything to help, just raising his arms a bit so Jimin could take it off easily. After finishing, Jimin whispered a thank you and planted a kiss on Jeongguk's cheek.

He quickly slid into the hoodie, swimming in intense coffee, remembering how late he was for class, and couldn't help but wish he could stick around a bit more to ogle at Jeongguk's now bare chest, maybe even squeeze one of his pecs.

Plan B involved heavy skinship and a bit of clinginess, so Jimin decided to start by stealing the hoodie Jeongguk had worn the whole night. They planned to have lunch together since Namjoon was having lunch with Seokjin, and Taehyung was meeting a guy he had recently befriended from the arts major. It was perfect for Jimin since it would be just him and Jeongguk, allowing him to carry on with his plan. When Jeongguk arrived, Jimin jumped into his arms.

"Looks like someone missed me," Jeongguk commented, wrapping his arms around the blonde while chuckling. Jimin simply nodded, and they sat at the table. Jeongguk had brought lunch from outside and Jimin couldn’t wait to dig in.

"Feed me," Jimin stated, waiting prettily for Jeongguk to indulge him. However, the older man looked at him with raised eyebrows, as if to say, 'are you giving me orders?'.

"My hands are freezing, pretty please?" Jimin whined, slipping his hands into the pocket of his black coat.

Giving in, Jeongguk started feeding him and teased, "Such a brat." Two minutes into being fed, Jimin decided that this wasn't enough. He took out his hands from his coat and slid them into Jeongguk's puffer jacket. However, the older didn't react, continuing to feed him without batting an eyelash. Not seeing the reaction he wanted, Jimin slid to sit closer to him, their thighs completely touching now.

"I'll buy you heating pads," Jeongguk suddenly said, leaving Jimin disappointed. His scent was laced with worry, and he wore a frown on his face. Jimin realized that Jeongguk was truly a lost hope, thinking Jimin was getting close to him because of the cold. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes at him, knowing how the scene would escalate, and just kept put. Jeongguk eventually left after the lunch break, bringing him the stupid heating pads he didn't need.

Later that evening, he tried again, parading around in normal-sized shorts this time, the house fairly warm. As they sat together on the sofa watching Seinfeld, Jimin decided it was time to put continue plan B. Throughout the short episode, he subtly slid closer and closer to Jeongguk. Ready to make his move, Jimin slid his bare legs against Jeongguk's, almost positioning himself on his lap. He then rested his head on Jeongguk's shoulder. Surprisingly, Jeongguk showed no immediate reaction, only circling his arm around Jimin in a casual manner. Jimin, undeterred, nuzzled into Jeongguk's neck before daringly planting small kisses on his neck. Despite Jimin's bold moves, Jeongguk remained unresponsive, maintaining his statue-like position. Frustration began to build in Jimin as he couldn't comprehend how Jeongguk showed no reaction to the intimate display. How could Jeongguk be so engrossed in the show that he didn't seem to notice how close they were? Here Jimin, nearly overwhelmed by the potent alpha pheromones he was inhaling, was about to leak slick but Jeongguk couldn’t even spare him a glance. He wanted to yell "stupid" at him and storm out, but he wasn't in the mood to fight, especially considering Jeongguk knew nothing about what he was trying to do exactly. He huffed in frustration and slumped against Jeongguk, conceding his defeat.

As Jimin shared the latest failed attempt with Taehyung, his best friend burst into laughter once again.

"I'm telling you, I was this close to leaking slick," Jimin huffed, expressing his frustration by slamming his coffee cup on the table. Taehyung, still amused, nodded and suggested, "Okay, okay, so we move to plan C."

"The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach," they said in unison, but Jimin rolled his eyes, anticipating another potential failure in their quest.

Jimin spent his afternoon cooking, choosing a day when he didn't have classes, unlike Jeongguk. Jimin was a good cook, albeit a bit clumsy. In the kitchen, he managed to get hurt in more ways than he deemed possible – spilling food, slipping on it, burning himself, and even getting spicy powders in his eyes. Despite this, he decided to prepare kimchi jjigae, samgyeopsal, and bulgogi. He worked hard to make everything taste delicious and perfected the plating for a ravishing presentation. Satisfied with the result, he began cleaning the mess in the kitchen. Just as he finished, the apartment door beeped, announcing Jeongguk's arrival. Jimin smiled with anticipation as Jeongguk entered his line of vision. However, his expression faltered when he saw him holding a paper bag.

"Love, I brought tteok—" He stopped midway, noticing the dishes on the kitchen island. Jimin felt a wave of disappointment, his coconut scent souring as he left the kitchen and headed for his room. Jeongguk quickly stopped him, dropping the packed food on the counter and standing in front of Jimin.

"Love, I didn't know," he reassured, trying to get Jimin to look at him. Jimin knew he didn't know, as it was supposed to be a surprise.

"It's fine, I know you didn't. I just— I'm stupid," Jimin mumbled, trying to get past him.

"Love," Jeongguk took hold of his face, wiped the stray tears Jimin didn’t know he was shedding, looking at him fondly. "You're not stupid," Jimin just shook his head, thinking he should have confirmed with Jeongguk before cooking. He had worked so hard for something, and he felt disappointment engulfing him.

"I'll eat it. You know I love your cooking. I'll eat everything," Jeongguk reassured, trying to cheer him up.

"But the food—"

"We can give it to your brother, okay?" Jimin swallowed the urge to keep crying as he just nodded. Jeongguk crushed him in a tight hug, telling him to stop crying. When he stopped being emotional, Jeongguk grabbed his hand, making him hiss. A second later, Jeongguk was examining his burned hand.

"How many times have I told you to be careful? I don't want you cooking if you're gonna hurt yourself every time," he reprimanded sternly, applying a calming balm to the burnt part. Jimin just stared at him softly, now wanting to cry over how Jeongguk made him feel so loved. They ate dinner together, Jeongguk devouring everything, and Jimin forgetting about plan C.

"Some mentor you are," Jimin scoffed, pushing Taehyung to the side as they were walking to their classes.

"What? It's not my fault both you and Jeongguk hyung are dumb," he gasped offended.

"Oh, please, plan C was stupid as it was. What was hyung going to do after eating the food I made for him? Confess his undying love for me?" Jimin snorted, making a clear point Taehyung couldn't contest.

"Well, no, but the way to a man’s hea—" Jimin just pushed him again, laughing.

After the lectures, as they ate lunch together, Taehyung came up with another idea— plan D. Jimin, while knowing it was going to be stupid, was still eager to listen.

"Make him jealous," Taehyung said, stuffing his face with rice. "The fastest way to make a man react is by making him jealous. And Jeongguk hyung is an alpha, this should be a piece of cake, knowing how territorial they are," he concluded. Surprisingly, the plan seemed to make sense for once.

Jeongguk was indeed the jealous type. Jimin recalled the time when he had talked about wanting to have his first kiss, and Jeongguk had left, warning him to watch out because if he saw him with anyone, it would turn bad for him. Or even when Jimin had rambled about his philosophy professor, saying he was so charming; he had sensed how Jeongguk's scent had spiked up and how he had clenched his jaw. Even when a guy had given his mittens to Jimin last year, having noticed how cold Jimin was - those mittens had disappeared in the next hour, and he suspected Jeongguk was behind it, having noticed how he kept glaring at them.

The more he kept thinking, the more episodes of jealousy came to his mind. He had never thought about those moments as jealousy, but now it all made sense because one thing all these moments had in common were Jeongguk's hard eyes and his tongue poking in the cheek.

“Bingo," Jimin thought he had won the lottery as he smacked a loud kiss on Taehyung's forehead, the latter telling him to sit down and eat.

That evening, Jimin was excited because he knew for sure he'd get the reaction he had been waiting for. Jeongguk was sprawled on the sofa while Jimin studied in the kitchen. He often placed his book on the counter as he walked back and forth memorizing concepts. Today, though, he was pretending not to understand some topic.

“I should get someone to tutor me,” Jimin said innocently, looking at his book on the kitchen island.

“What do you need help with? I'll help you,”Jeongguk sat up right away, looking up in his direction.

"No, you're too strict," Jimin pouted, his chin resting on his hand, elbow on the counter. "They say there's a guy that teaches really well."

"I could teach you better. You aced the physics exam last time," Jeongguk replied right away.

"But they say this guy is really good," Jimin continued, resonating, as Jeongguk shook his head. "His name is Kim Mingyu, I've heard."

"He's my teammate. He's not half bad. If you really want to choose him over me, I could ask him?" Jeongguk dramatically emphasized, ‘choose him over me’.

Jeongguk reached to get his phone and searched Mingyu’s contact while Jimin spoke up again, “He’s really cute.” At that, Jeongguk’s fingers froze on the screen for a second before continuing to type like before. Jimin smirked, having seen the tiny action.

“Like really cute and handsome.” Jeongguk stopped typing again, jaw clenching. Jimin wanted to dance with victory as he saw the first sign of the telltale of Jeongguk’s outburst.

“He’s so tall, and he has those muscles,” Jimin sighed dreamily, taking in Jeongguk’s hand closing in a fist.

“And his hands are so big,” he added, sweetening his scent on purpose and seeing how Jeongguk inhaled sharply at that.

“His abs, and oh my god, his thighs. He looks so str—“ Jeongguk abruptly slammed his phone on the table as he made his way to Jimin in quick strides, eyes murderous and threatening. Jimin couldn’t help but let his scent become even more sweet, thinking about how insanely hot Jeongguk looked when angry.

“What? Do you like him?” Jeongguk took hold of his arm, turning Jimin to face him.

“I was just saying.”

“Saying what?” Jeongguk asked right away, inching closer to him, and Jimin couldn’t help but take steps backward.

“S-saying how c-cute he is,” Jimin stuttered, eyes almost as doe-like as Jeongguk’s.

“What else is cute about him, Jimin?” Jeongguk asked, face dark with controlled anger as he just kept backing Jimin.

“Uhm, he also has a-a lisp,” Jimin, for some reason, had started whispering, Jeongguk’s closeness overwhelming.

“I too have a lisp,” Jeongguk responded right away. Jimin knew he was going to regret his words, but it was the perfect time to say them.

“How's that relevant?” Jeongguk cocked his head to the side, enraged by Jimin’s supposed interest in Mingyu.

“What else?” He asked, now mere inches between them, Jeongguk’s hand having slid from his arms to the waist as Jimin held his hands on Jeongguk’s chest. His touch felt burning and Jimin was having hard time gathering his thoughts.

“He—uhm,” Jimin stuttered, feeling breathless at the proximity, but Jeongguk didn’t relent.

“What else, Jimin?”

“They say he has a big di—” Jimin landed the bomb and didn't even get to complete his sentence before Jeongguk held him tightly.

“Park Jimin,” his voice boomed in the silence.

“I'll make sure to ruin everything you mentioned about him by tomorrow,” Jimin's eyes widened as the hold on him was suddenly released. He trailed after Jeongguk, clutching the back of his shirt.

“But he's your friend!” Jimin felt genuinely scared for Mingyu, knowing Jeongguk's temper.

Jeongguk turned around with a serious expression on his face, “I have other friends too.”

Jimin was flabbergasted at his possessiveness as he decided to stop the madness, “I'm kidding! I don't like him. I was just messing with you.”

“Why?” Jeongguk asked, approaching him again. Jimin wanted to say it all aloud, but he pondered why Jeongguk hadn’t gone crazy and jumped him yet. Maybe he and Taehyung were right after all, and it wasn’t just a drunk nonsense they had spouted, because no other alpha would control himself to this extent if the omega they liked said things like this.

“Do you think he has erectile dysfunction?” Jimin asked, lost in his thoughts as Taehyung choked on his ramen.

"A what?" he coughed, gulping down soju quickly.

"Maybe that’s why he didn’t show any reaction, not even a small sign of a boner, when I wore those unholy shorts or when I touched him excessively," Jimin reasoned, seeking his best friend’s input on the idea, grabbing his own bottle of alcohol.

"You know what? It could be," Taehyung answered, looking deep in thought. "Because one thing I know is that no alpha can remain completely impassive to that. I think that’s it, bestie," he said, holding Jimin’s hand, saddened for him.

"But around campus, everybody talked about how big he is" Jimin sighed, stressed, voice laced with soju.

"The rumors are old, maybe that’s why," Taehyung offered, equally drunk, stroking Jimin’s back to comfort him.

"Makes sense," they said in unison, and Jimin's lips wobbled.

"No more fucking seven days a week," Taehyung cried. "My poor Jiminie," he hiccupped, Jimin's wailing accompanying his. The sleepover, supposed to be fun and entertaining, turned into a drunk night full of nonsense as they held each other and cried over a random rushed conclusion they had made.

"Do you have an erectile dysfunction?" Jimin asked gently, placing a hand on Jeongguk's arm in comfort.

Jeongguk sputtered at that, "A what?"

"It's okay, you can tell me, hyung. I won't tell—" Jimin reassured.

"Jimin," Jeongguk pulled him flush against him once again. "Do you really think I have that problem?" he asked bewildered.

"Then why?" Jimin asked, compassion leaving his face and now frustration evident in his voice. Jeongguk furrowed his brows, trying to comprehend what was going on in Jimin's mind.

"Why what?" he inquired.

Jimin blurted out, "I think you like me. Do you like me, hyung?"

Jeongguk answered nonchalantly, "I like you."

Jimin pressed further, "Do you like-like me?" He emphasized each word, his eyes wide.

"Yes, love. I like you," Jeongguk's eyes softened, endearment filling his heart.

"Then why didn't you react when I wore those stupid shorts and that stupid skirt? When I clung to you three days ago! Now that I'm talking to you about Mingyu hyung!" Jimin pushed him away, anger washed over him as he failed to move away from Jeongguk.

"Love," Jeongguk's calm voice resounded, "what was I supposed to do?" Jimin huffed, stunned at his cluelessness.

"Well, for starters, kiss me!"

“But I can't do that. I can't lose my control just because you're trying to make me lose it. Not when we're not together," Jeongguk soothed, fixing a strand of Jimin's hair. "I'm older than you. I need you to come to me to make sure I'm not imposing on you," he concluded. Jimin looked at him with a frown, and Jeongguk just kissed his nose and pulled him into a hug.

"But you knew I liked you," Jimin said feebly into Jeongguk's chest, and Jeongguk hummed.

"I thought you liked me, but I need you to say it out loud. Just because I think you like me doesn't mean you do. I can't assume your feelings, love," he kissed Jimin's hair.

"That time you wore those shorts, I wanted to put you in your place. The next day when you wore that skirt I wanted to suck bruises on your exposed thighs, and show everybody who you belonged to. But I couldn't because I need your explicit consent, by you taking the initiative on your own and not me getting it out of you" he continued explaining. If Jimin was lost for Jeongguk before, now he felt even more gone because how can somebody like Jeongguk exist?

"Show me," Jimin whispered, his scent spiking and sweetening.

"Mmh?" Jeongguk asked, not catching up.

"Put me in my place, show me who I belong to," Jimin said, and Jeongguk wouldn't have heard him if it wasn't for the fact that they were plastered together.

“You little vixen” scent intensifying with arousal, Jeongguk showed him indeed, not wasting another minute. He darted to his bedroom, holding Jimin in his arms, hands squeezing his ass as Jimin had circled his waist with his legs.

As soon as he entered the room, Jeongguk slammed them both on the bed, starting a fiery kiss. Pressing their crotches together, he squeezed Jimin’s hip and bit his bottom lip. He slid his tongue in slowly, eyes opening to stare at Jimin’s flushed face before biting into the rosy skin. Jimin moaned, arching his back in an attempt to get closer to Jeongguk. The older sucked eagerly on Jimin’s plush lips, remembering their first kiss. He was going to take his time kissing Jimin this time; he wanted to devour and worship every part of him, starting with his lips.

Jeongguk's tongue met Jimin’s as they kissed passionately, saliva exchanging between their mouths. Breaking the prolonged kiss, Jeongguk began planting kisses on the blonde’s jaw, moving downward to his neck. He sucked intensely on the scent gland, likely leaving a hickey, then gently soothed the skin with delicate licks. Jimin whimpered at the sensation, gripped Jeongguk’s shoulders, and arched into him. Jeongguk's fingers slipped inside Jimin’s cardigan and shirt, pushing the garments up to reveal Jimin’s bare torso. With hunger in his eyes, he focused on Jimin’s nipples, diving in with bites and sucks while simultaneously running his hand up and down Jimin’s side. Jimin laid there, moans escaping his mouth uncontrollably, unable to do anything but clutch onto Jeongguk’s hair while the latter had his fill.

Eventually, Jeongguk grew tired of Jimin’s clothes getting in the way, so he decided to rip apart his light blue fluffy cardigan, buttons flying in every direction. Jimin gasped, “Hyung!” and Jeongguk looked at him challengingly as he proceeded to take off the shirt underneath as well.

Just when he was about to dive in again, trembling with the desire to mark Jimin, he was stopped by a hand on his chest. Raising an eyebrow, he awaited Jimin's next move.

“Off,” Jimin huffed, and Jeongguk squeezed his hand while chuckling, shaking his head, “Cute of you to think you’re in any position to give me orders.”

His voice held a threat, but he still proceeded to take his Klein shirt off and threw it on the ground. Jimin stared in awe, finally getting to admire Jeongguk’s abs up close. His skin was glowing, golden, and Jimin just wanted to dip his tongue into every hollow of Jeongguk’s abdomen. However, the latter gave him no time to continue his exploration as he pinned Jimin again to the bed, sucking on his chest hungrily. Both their scents were dripping in arousal, coffee and coconut proving to be a great mixture.

"Hyung, more," Jimin whined, thrusting his hips up to meet Jeongguk's and cause friction.

Jeongguk, however, just tsked against his chest, saying, "You take what I give you," and then bit with more force on the nipple. Jimin threw his head back at the sensation, wanting to cry from how hard he was, and it was only the beginning.

His pants were sticky from both precum and slick, starting to feel uncomfortable against his heated skin. Jeongguk decided to take mercy on him after feeling satisfied with the number of hickeys decorating Jimin’s torso and took off Jimin’s pants, now eyeing his thighs with interest. The thought of seeing these unblemished thighs covered with his hickeys and handprints the next day was driving him insane. He crouched down, eye level with Jimin’s soaked boxers as he bit on the plush skin of his thighs. At that, Jimin moaned brokenly, one hand resting on Jeongguk’s shoulder and the other in his hair. The older just continued painting Jimin’s thighs with red bites, shifting from sucking to biting to licking continuously. Jimin smelled divine, sweet like a bakery, especially now being close to the glands on his inner thighs. Jeongguk nuzzled them before turning his attention to the increasingly wet spot on Jimin’s boxers. He zeroed in on it, eyes almost crossing as he buried his nose in it - coconut so intense he couldn’t think of anything else. He inhaled deeply before mouthing over Jimin’s clothed hole. Jimin fiddled, whimpering, clearly wanting Jeongguk to stop the torture.

Jeongguk, wanting to see the actual deal, dipped his fingers into Jimin’s waistband and finally pulled the boxers down, discarding them on the floor carelessly. He gulped, eyes focused only on the glistening hole, leaking slick like a fountain. He wasted no time and attached his mouth to the source, almost drinking the slick.

“Fuck, so wet,” he mumbled against it, vibrations from his voice sending shivers down Jimin’s spine. He pushed his tongue in, tasting more of the coconut-tinged slick. He moaned at the taste, pushing his tongue in deeper, causing Jimin to curl his toes. Jimin tried to push him away, seeing how the older had been feasting for minutes on his hole, but Jeongguk delivered a loud spank on his ass, making him yelp. He held the inside of the younger’s knees, pushing his legs further apart as Jimin let himself be manhandled.

Jeongguk made Jimin hold his legs in that position as he reached with one finger to the hole. He penetrated with said finger, alongside his tongue, moving in and out slowly. Omegas were made to take alphas, but he wanted to be careful considering it was Jimin’s first time. The blonde tried to regulate his breathing, feeling overwhelming pleasure. Jeongguk inserted another finger, digging in deeper with his tongue one final time before kissing Jimin’s entrance and parting from it. His two fingers stayed inside snugly, he scissoring them inside, watching Jimin’s expressions. He felt himself getting harder at seeing the omega’s face, head thrown back, lips parted, and eyes closed. He jammed the digits inside harder, making his moves also faster. Jimin’s hands slid down to take a hold of Jeongguk’s wrist to halt his movements, but Jeongguk just snatched both of his wrists and held them in his free hands, fucking the younger’s insides relentlessly.

“What did I say, love?” Jeongguk tsked at his actions. Jimin kept trembling with pleasure, whimpering only. “What did I say?” he asked again, putting extra pressure in his thrusts.

“I take what- ah,” Jimin couldn’t help but gasp when Jeongguk curled his fingers inside of him, “what you give.” He concluded with difficulty, a frown on his face while trying to form the words.

“Good boy,” Jeongguk praised, feeling Jimin tightening around his fingers. The younger’s scent sweetened at the praise, feeling the building orgasm.

“Hyung, I’m - ah,” Jimin mumbled, eyes closing tightly, grasping the sheets beneath to ground himself.

“Come for me,” Jeongguk pressed against his prostate, Jimin’s body sagging on the bed as white ropes of cum painted his chest. Mouth wide open but no words leaving it, and Jeongguk savored the sight in front of him, preparing to see it more than once that night.

Jeongguk pulled out his fingers, licking them clean from the delicious slick while Jimin still was out of it. His scent was so intense Jeongguk felt like swimming in it. He leaned down, kissing his chest and sliding further down to collect the cum from the skin in his mouth. He came back up and kissed Jimin, letting the cum flow from his mouth to the younger’s. Jimin kissed back eagerly, tasting his own cum and moaning at the sinful act.

Jeongguk smirked, breaking the kiss. "My slut," he declared. Jimin blushed even more, if it was possible, not being able to meet his eyes. "Say it," Jeongguk continued.

"I'm not. I'm a good boy," Jimin whined, pouting, making his rosy lips bigger.

"You're both my good boy and my slut, mhm?" Jeongguk teased. Jimin, now hiding his face in his hands, eventually nodded, but Jeongguk wanted words.

"What was that?"

"I'm your slut," the blonde said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Fucking hell," Jeongguk pulled his hands away from Jimin's face before kissing him again. "How are you so perfect?" he mumbled against his lips, looking at him adoringly.

“Hyungie,” Jimin called him, hiding in his neck, still needy.

“What do you need, love?” the older asked, already knowing from Jimin’s whiny tone.

“You know already!” Jimin exclaimed, nuzzling Jeongguk’s shoulder lightly. They broke the hug, the older looking intensely at the blonde under him. He pretended to think, mischief evident in his eyes, and then shook his head.

“I can’t think of anything. Enlighten me?” he mocked, each arm on the sides of Jimin’s face.

“You’re so annoying,” Jimin retorted, staring at him with narrowed eyes. His shy nature returned when he spoke the next words. “I want your cock.”

Jeongguk smirked in victory. “My needy slut. It’s all yours, love.” He pulled away to get rid of his jeans and his boxers swiftly, letting his member spring free finally.

It hit his stomach in its full, angry, erect position, all veiny, long, and girthy. The rumors were true indeed; this had to be a monster cock because Jimin felt himself salivating at the sight, focusing particularly on the thick base where the knot resided and the mushroomy tip he wanted to suckle on. He found himself in a haze seeing it for the first time, laughing at himself for ever thinking Jeongguk could have an erectile dysfunction. Instead, it looked like it could rearrange your guts and make you dysfunctional for a couple of days, and Jimin was all in for the ride.

He hadn’t even realized he was now sitting up, staring at it up close. He reached a hand to touch it, unable to even close his hand around it, feeling it slick with precum. He glided his thumb on the tip, brushing away a bead of precum while also staring at the heavy balls at the base.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk hissed before grabbing Jimin’s shoulders and pulling him away from his cock. “You’re making me go insane,” he added, the size difference between them making his scent spike up.

“Hyung, I want it in my mouth,” Jimin rushed to say, not wanting to miss his chance. Jeongguk’s resolve started to break even more because how could the younger just say it while making that innocent face?

“Goddamn it—next time, love,” Jeongguk promised, already envisioning how he was going to fuck his mouth full and make him choke on it. He made a move to enter Jimin with his fingers again, but the latter stopped him.

“Please,” he pleaded, eyes so wide and expression so cute that Jeongguk could cum just from that.

“It’ll hurt, so I have—“

Jimin, already frustrated from being denied Jeongguk’s cock in his mouth, interrupted, stating boldly, “I want it to hurt.”

Jeongguk blinked before uttering a series of curses, knowing how Jimin was going to be the death of him. He stroked his cock a couple of times, catching how globs of slick trickled from Jimin’s cavern, who was watching him intently.

He came closer, supporting his weight on his knees, with Jimin laying on the mattress. He eyed the messy, coconut-doused hole, feeling the need to feast on it once again as he pushed the mushroomy tip in after lining it up at the entrance. He pushed slowly, Jimin’s mouth forming an 'O', eyes fluttering continuously. Jeongguk pushed more, now the whole tip being engulfed in the heat. He inched inside a bit more, Jimin holding his arm tightly as he tried to focus on opening his muscles up and relaxing. The slide inside was easy, considering how Jimin was still leaking slick, but actually entering him was hard. This was Jimin’s first time, after all.

“Hyung, just do it,” Jimin whined, brattily. He felt full already, but he knew Jeongguk wasn’t even halfway in; he was dying to feel the whole length inside.

Jeongguk huffed. “I guess that's what I’ll have to do because it’s clearly not enough to keep your bratty mouth shut.”

Jimin didn’t even have time to respond back when Jeongguk snapped his hips forward, his whole length resting inside, surrounded by the velvety and spongy walls. Jimin gasped at the feeling, eyes rolling to the back of his head at how full he was feeling.

“Cat got your tongue now?” Jeongguk asked teasingly, struggling to keep his hips still, not wanting to hurt Jimin. He stayed in that position for a couple of seconds, peppering Jimin’s face with kisses and praising him before Jimin rolled his hips around his cock.

He started thrusting in and out slowly, making Jimin feel every inch of his dick. The drag felt delicious around Jimin’s walls, the slow thrust only made him needier, and Jeongguk proceeded to satisfy that need. He pistoned his hips precisely, hitting spots in Jimin, making him moan each time. Jeongguk sucked on his lobe, on his scent gland, and on Jimin’s tongue while progressively fucking into him faster and harder. He teased his nipples, pinching them and rolling them with his fingers, arousing a whimper from Jimin each time.

Sitting up on his knees, he held the insides of Jimin’s knees and pushed the legs up, all spread apart in front of him. His eyes zeroed in on where they were connected, his cock hidden in Jimin’s heat. He watched as he stretched the hole open, coming out and opening the heat again while sliding inside. Slick and precum dripped from between Jimin’s cheeks and dropped on the sheets filthily. Enjoying the view, Jeongguk changed the pace of his thrust, now becoming hard and slow, mesmerized by how he fit so snugly inside. Jimin was overwhelmed by the different paces, eyes cracking open just a bit to see Jeongguk fixated on his hole. The scene was so erotic he couldn’t help but clench hard around the girth, watching Jeongguk hiss at the action. He saw Jeongguk look back up at him, finally removing his eyes from the filthy mess on the cock-stretched hole, eye contact so intense he shivered.

“Please,” he whimpered out again, having started crying, arms reaching to hold Jeongguk closer, and he wasn’t disappointed. Jeongguk's chest met his as they kissed, thrusts now back to being fast-paced. He was being pounded into, losing focus on the kiss now and getting lost in the feeling. Jeongguk kept snapping his hips forward unforgivingly, one hand now closing around Jimin’s neck. The pressure was light, but it turned on Jimin even more, feeling himself clamp tightly around the meaty length inside for a second. Jeongguk grunted at the feeling, eyes closing and mouth opening to mumble a few curses.

Jeongguk’s cock kept drilling inside him, sending zaps of ungodly pleasure through his spine as he couldn’t think of anything besides wanting to be filled even further. His prostate was being abused repeatedly, the cock slamming into it each time their hips met. Wet skin slapping resounded in the room, clouded with both coffee and coconut.

"Knot, please," Jimin asked breathily, finding purchase on Jeongguk’s hair. He whimpered as Jeongguk's cock twitched inside him, and he fucked harder into him. Jimin felt as if he was going crazy from having his guts rearranged like this, orgasm building quickly. His moans got louder, and Jeongguk held his hip tightly, most likely decorating it with a handprint by the next morning. He stared at Jimin, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

"I’ll stuff you full of my cum, keep you hanging off my knot. Don’t worry, love," he growled, trying to part Jimin’s legs further apart and reach deeper in him. The adjustment made Jimin cry, asshole clamping shut around Jeongguk’s cock, and his body shaking from the sudden orgasm. Gooey cum spilled everywhere from his own dick, a gush of slick leaving his hole, and his fingernails digging into Jeongguk’s shoulders as he kept riding his high. Feeling the tightness around his dick, Jeongguk felt his own length twitch as he relentlessly fucked into Jimin.

"Who’s fucking you this good, love?" he asked, feeling his own climax build inside.

"Hyung — mmh ah —" he moaned, his mind hazy from the orgasm. "M-my alpha, ah." Being addressed by his rank made Jeongguk reach another level of turned on. His knot got caught up inside Jimin a couple of times as it kept growing bigger. He thrusted into Jimin hungrily, chasing his release which approached quickly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he thrusted in sloppily now, squelching sounds filling the room aside from his grunts and Jimin’s whimpers. He pulled back out and slammed in one last time before his knot got stuck inside, and cum painted Jimin’s walls white. Warmth filled Jimin, and the feeling of being obscenely stretched around Jeongguk’s massive knot broke another orgasm from him. Tears slid down his flushed cheeks, sobs and broken moans leaving his throat as he couldn’t fathom the pleasure.

"Mine," Jeongguk growled, biting and sucking on Jimin's neck. He was still cumming, Jimin’s belly getting bloated by it, and he couldn’t help but feel both embarrassed and aroused at the evident bulge. Jeongguk caressed his bulge softly, nuzzling into his neck as they waited for the knot to go down. While waiting, they eventually drifted to sleep, still locked together, cuddling with each other and enjoying the warmth and touch of their skins.

Jeongguk woke up to spooning Jimin from behind. He basked in that warmth, kissing Jimin’s naked shoulder a couple of times before deciding that it was time to get up, and that meant pulling out of Jimin. He slowly inched out of Jimin, the latter frowning and fussing over the movements in his sleep, but Jeongguk soothed him with his scent and a small kiss on the nose. He watched mesmerised as cum came out gushing out of Jimin’s puckered and abused hole. He was a sight to behold. He shook the thoughts from his head and kissed Jimin all over the face in an attempt to wake him up.

“Love, come on,” he whispered in his ear softly, caressing his face lovingly. Jimin hummed and frowned a little, trying to open his eyes. He closed them again and mumbled, voice hazy with slumber, “Hyung, sleep.”

“It’s 12, love. You’ve slept enough,” heart fluttering at seeing how cuddly Jimin looked in that moment, he pulled him into his arms and headed to the bathroom. He made Jimin sit in the tub, deciding to clean him himself considering how he knew Jimin wasn’t in the state to do anything but sleep. Jimin fell back to sleeping as Jeongguk cleaned him thoroughly, not caring about spilling water since the tub was placed inside the spacious glass shower. He washed both of them. He cleaned thoroughly even on the inside, digging the cum out, Jimin still deep in slumber since Jeongguk was being so gentle with him. After changing the bedsheets, he rushed to the bathroom to pick Jimin up from the empty tub and place him on the bed, dressing him in his own hoodie and boxers. He let Jimin sleep as he headed to the kitchen to cook something, knowing Jimin was most likely going to wake up by lunchtime. As he was about to cook, the door to the apartment opened, revealing Namjoon.

"I brought food this time since last time you brought us some," he exclaimed, putting the paper bag on the kitchen island and sitting on the stool in front of it.

Jeongguk decided that this was the time to tell his best friend , or it could get too late as he blurted out, "I like Jimin."

Namjoon casually plucked an apple from the fruit chest sitting before him, appearing puzzled. "Okay, and?" he remarked with an air of nonchalance.

"What do you mean 'and'?" Jeongguk questioned, attempting to discern if it was a trick. However, Namjoon's content bergamot scent suggested otherwise.

"You don't really think I didn't know, do you?" Namjoon asked, looking at him as if to say 'are you stupid?' "Gguk, you're a lost cause," he smacked his own forehead, shaking his head.

"Do you really think I'd let anyone talk to Jimin the way you do? I'd let anyone raise their voice at my baby brother?" Jeongguk just stared at him because, in fact, he didn't think that, but now it made more sense. "Let you, an alpha, scent Jimin and lend him your clothes?" Namjoon almost started laughing. "And to top it all, let him live with you?"

"You're my best friend, sure, but that doesn't mean you get a pass for that," Namjoon kept biting into the apple, eating in amusement. "You got a pass because I knew you liked him, and it hit me when Jimin presented that nobody could treat him like you do. Some other alpha would have taken advantage of Jimin in the state of heat, but you didn't."

Namjoon had always observed how Jeongguk had only ever been gentle and sweet with Jimin. Initially, he believed it was just friendship. However, as time passed, Namjoon began to realize it was more than mere friendship. He noticed the way Jeongguk looked at Jimin with a similar intensity as he did with Jin, seeing reflections of his own feelings in Jeongguk's actions.

Despite recognizing Jeongguk’s feelings, Namjoon never felt the need to intervene or tell his best friend to back off. Jeongguk never gave him a reason to do so. Namjoon closely observed how Jeongguk treated Jimin, witnessing love evident in every action. What struck him even more was Jeongguk's restraint; he never overstepped boundaries. Jeongguk didn't look at Jimin inappropriately, nor did he make suggestive comments, despite Namjoon knowing for a fact that Jeongguk harbored romantic thoughts about his baby brother. The night Jimin presented as an omega confirmed Namjoon's theory. Beyond Jeongguk's feelings, Namjoon noticed Jeongguk's caution regarding Jimin's emotions. He realized that Jeongguk refrained from approaching Jimin, waiting for the omega to make the first move and provide a clear signal for any initiation.

That night a year ago, Namjoon came to the conclusion that no one could care for his baby brother more than Jeongguk. He would never let anybody yell at Jimin the way Jeongguk had when the incident with Choi Minho happened, but he say worry and panic for Jimin's well-being. He saw his own feelings towards both Jimin and Jin. In light of this, he decided to let fate unfold in whatever way it deemed fit, even if it meant letting Jimin move into his best friend’s house.

Jeongguk agreed with everything because he truly believed no one could love Jimin as much as he did. So, he just nodded along. "Well, this was easy," he shrugged his shoulders as he sat on the other stool, beside Namjoon.

"Mhm, but if I see Jimin crying once because of you, I'll personally bury your dead body," Namjoon finished casually, and Jeongguk found himself agreeing to that too because he'd only ever make Jimin cry in bed.

Namjoon had left by the time Jimin woke up, distress scent filling the apartment as Jeongguk rushed to his side, immediately wanting to know what was making Jimin sad.

"Love, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?" He sat on the side of the bed, holding Jimin, whose eyes brimmed with tears.

"Alpha," he sniffed before letting the tears shed and hiding in Jeongguk’s chest for comfort. "’S empty, I feel empty," he cried quietly, and Jeongguk released comforting pheromones while kissing his hair.

"I’m sorry, love. It’s okay," he whispered gently, rubbing Jimin’s back. It was normal for Jimin to feel like this, especially after his first time, so he just let the blonde soak his bare chest with tears as he whispered sweet nothings to him.

But Jimin didn't have to stay empty for long, as he consistently sought to get a reaction out of his boyfriend, purposefully pushing his buttons until Jeongguk couldn't resist taking him in various ways. More often than not, their moments escalated to the point where they couldn't even make it to the bedroom, and Jeongguk would take him against the wall - backing Jimin’s strength kink and he savoured every minute of it.

Jeongguk spoiled him even more now, stacking up on the Fenty lip gloss that made Jimin look ravishing, feeding Jimin without any need for excuses, and not only complimenting him but also demonstrating how stunning he looked in various positions. He still maintained sternness in certain matters, but now that he didn't have to control himself around the blonde anymore, it was challenging to resist his puppy eyes, baby talk, and especially his kisses. The trail down the jawline and neck had become Jeongguk's weakness.

Jeongguk was helping his boyfriend with maths, something Jimin seemed to struggle with a little. He didn't necessarily have bad grades in it, but he wanted to match them to his other perfect scores.

"So the asymptote trac—" Jeongguk was explaining the concept slowly before Jimin interrupted him.

"You look so hot in those glasses," Jimin sighed dreamily, staring at him and paying no mind to the book in front of him. Jeongguk looked absolutely breathtaking with his long hair, and the accessory of the day were the glasses.

"Love, pay attention," Jeongguk said, scolding him a little.

Jimin pouted in return, saying, "So I have to pay attention, but you get what you want?" Huffing, he glared at his boyfriend sitting across from him. He was referring to a week ago when Jimin wore his big reading glasses to study with Jeongguk, but the older couldn't focus on anything besides the fact that Jimin looked so cute with his big sparkly eyes, cute nose and luscious lips with the addition of those chunky black frame glasses. He acted on his thoughts and dragged Jimin to the room, leaving him bare from everything but the glasses as he showed him how affected he was.

"Yeah? What about the time when my hands looked so good it was, and I quote, 'a shame they weren't inside you' or that time where you thought my shirt looked better on the floor? Mhm?" Jeongguk listened, cocking his head to the side, intent on proving his boyfriend wrong. Jimin smiled sheepishly before telling him to shut up, grabbing the book to get back to studying, but Jeongguk just lifted him on his shoulder, giving in like all the times he had listed.

Jimin couldn't help but fixate on Jeongguk, just as much as he fixated on sugar, although Jeongguk still didn't return his candy stack to him. He gave him a few candies once in a while to balance the sugar intake, but little did he know Jimin bought more delicacies and ate them at university.

He waited for his daily dose, having sent Taehyung to get them for him since he was too lazy. He sat on one of the multiple benches in front of the university, thinking about ways he could officially confess to his boyfriend. Three months into their relationship Jeongguk had said, "I love you," and Jimin, despite loving him too, couldn't say it out loud yet. He felt guilty till this day, but his boyfriend, sweet as ever, had assured him that he didn't say it to pressure Jimin into saying it back. Jimin yearned to express his feelings, but at that moment, it seemed as if the words were trapped in his mouth for the first time. Experiencing his first love, the one he had longed for desperately, now brought a sense of fear. He questioned whether he truly understood love. He was scared because what if he couldn’t understand and express love the way Jeongguk could? His sweet boyfriend had reassured him, telling him that he could take all the time he needed, and now, a month later, Jimin felt as ready as ever. So what if he was scared to look like a fool when it came to love? He knew what he felt was love and he was going to confess. He planned to take Jeongguk on a romantic date soon and tell him in grand fashion.

Clapping his hands happily at his own thoughts, he jumped when he heard, "What's got my love so happy?" Looking down, Jimin saw Jeongguk's combat shoes, the sweet aroma of coffee invading his nose. He happily scrunched his nose, jumping to his feet and hugged him, Jeongguk's arms resting around his waist a second later.

"What are you doing here? You said you weren't coming today," Jimin asked, his smile still soft, and his eyes pouring with love, sweet coconut enveloping them both. Jeongguk usually came at the end of Jimin's lectures, his own finishing earlier, so they could walk home together. Today, though, was one of the days Jeongguk didn't have any classes.

"You didn't miss me?"

Jimin rolled his eyes at that, and Jeongguk immediately warned him not to do that again by biting his neck lightly with stern eyes. Jimin mumbled an apology before uttering, "I missed my alpha," he murmured, nuzzling his face in the crook of Jeongguk's neck, savoring the scent. It felt a bit absurd to admit he missed his boyfriend, considering they had seen each other in the morning.

"What were you waiting for sitting here?" Jeongguk asked, caressing his back. It was March, not that cold anymore, but Jimin still shivered. At that exact moment, Taehyung came into his line of vision. Jimin’s face fell, trying to keep his panicking scent under control. Taehyung held three packets of sweets in his hand as he approached them, fiddling with his phone, not looking in Jimin's direction and therefore not seeing Jeongguk. Jimin was dead meat if Jeongguk found out about how much sugar he consumed on the daily.

"Uh, nothing," Jimin said nervously, laughing. Jeongguk, finding it suspicious, broke their hug, looking at Jimin and searching for what was making him anxious.

"What's wrong?" he asked, wearing a frown, brows furrowed.

Jimin's eyes widened as Taehyung approached. Taehyung finally looked up from his phone and, seeing Jeongguk, panic filled him too because it was too late to run back without Jeongguk noticing him. His scent had clearly reached Jeongguk, the latter being an alpha and having a heightened sense of smells compared to other ranks.

"What are you looking at? Tae?" Jeongguk asked, about to turn his head to look back, but Jimin quickly took a hold of his cheeks, before he could see Taehyung, and kissed him. The older was taken by surprise but didn't hesitate to kiss back. Meanwhile, Taehyung sneaked the sweets into Jimin's backpack on the bench as quickly and silently as he could.

“Why are you anxious? What is it?” Jeongguk broke the kiss, his head about to turn left again when Jimin grabbed his attention.

"I love you."

He found himself with no choice but to blurt it out, unintentionally derailing his own plan to confess on a romantic date. Jeongguk, taken aback, sputtered in surprise. "What?" he asked, feeble and bewildered.

"I love you, hyung,” Jimin repeated, looking into Jeongguk's eyes with sincerity.

Jeongguk's surprised face transformed into a huge smile as he pulled Jimin closer, asking, "You love me?"

Jimin, still laughing, affirmed, "I love you." Jeongguk lifted him up, spinning him around in front of everybody, Taehyung having darted away somewhere in between. Jeongguk, unbothered by the attention, asked him again.

"Yes, yes, I love you," Jimin repeated, giggling. His love confession may not have gone as planned, but it seemed better this way—spontaneous and heartfelt, bringing his adoring alpha over the moon.

And even if Jeongguk scolded him for an hour after finding the multiple packets of candy in his backpack, Jimin didn't mind because, somewhere along the years, Jeongguk had become his dose of sweetness. And if Jeongguk got rid of them, Jimin didn't whine (much) because Jeongguk showed him what it meant to defy him - and with that he had Jimin not only whining but whimpering and begging.

He had always been a fool since he was younger. At the age of ten, Jimin had wished for Jeongguk, and by the time he turned nineteen, he had him. This realization dissolved his fear of love, understanding that looking like a fool was part of the deal. Could you even call it love if it didn't drive you crazy from keeping patient, seeping from actions before words? If it didn’t make you lose sleep from worry, longing, and just waiting? If it didn't make you look senseless while making up plans like seducing and provoking? If it didn’t make you scared to acknowledge it? Was it love if you didn’t look like a fool?

Fortunately for Jimin, he was a fool for Jeongguk and all the things he did.