Archive of Our Own

The loud thump of the music along the walls reverberates inside of Jimin. It’s a constant boom, boom, boom that makes it hard to hear everything else going on around. Of course, with his heightened senses, it’s not hard to keep up with the conversation going on around him.

Not that he’s focused on it, that is. Whenever Jeongguk is around, he’s all Jimin can focus on, after all. He leans back, content where he is, on Jeongguk’s lap. Jeongguk’s hand is settled protectively on Jimin’s hip and though his attention seems to be on the conversation, Jimin knows that he’s just as focused on him. The constant back and forth of his thumb is enough proof of it.

There’s plenty of space for Jimin to sit down, but there’s nowhere he’d rather be than where he is. Being close to Jeongguk is the one thing he likes the most, so he never misses a chance to be as close as possible.

“Want a fry, hyung?” Jeongguk asks close to his ear, bringing a fry closer to Jimin’s face.

Jimin parts his lips and takes it into his mouth, munching on it as his gaze moves around the room. The nightclub is packed tonight and as much as Jimin enjoys a night out, he feels a bit bothered by all the eyes that are on Jeongguk. He stands out a lot, after all. He let his hair grow out over the past few months and right now, it’s long enough that he’s tied up half of it, curls falling here and there at either side of his face. He’s wearing dangling earrings that make his features look sharper and he has the faintest brush of dark eyeshadow to make his eyes look even more alluring.

He chose all leather tonight, too. The tight pants make his thighs look big and muscular. And the fact that he discarded the leather jacket means the tattoos on his right arm are entirely visible. Jimin glances down to where Jeongguk is reaching out for another fry and his eyes are inevitably drawn to the beautiful patterns of ink.

As Jeongguk brings the fry to his lips and munches on it, Jimin reaches for his forearm and holds onto it, pressing his thumbs to the ink. Jeongguk isn’t the slightest bit fazed. He’s used to Jimin touching him randomly. They’re close like that, even though they’ve only been glued to the hip for about three years. Thing is, ever since they met, there was an instant connection between them and it was just a matter of time before Jeongguk became a part of the group.

He’s the only human, yet everybody took him in as if he was apart of the pack. It was a nice thing, seeing all of his friends like Jeongguk just as much as he liked him. Though the bond he and Jeongguk share is different to the one he shares with the rest of the group.

They’re closer. It’s difficult to explain, but Jimin often finds that he doesn’t need to. Their friends are not the slightest bit surprised about them being glued to each other all the time and Jimin doesn’t care what the rest of the world thinks, as long as he has Jeongguk beside him.

“What’s up?” Jeongguk asks, once more talking close to Jimin’s ear.

Jimin shakes his head and turns in Jeongguk’s lap, until he’s sitting sideways. Jeongguk leans back against the backrest of the booth and places his hand entirely on Jimin’s thigh, giving him an easy smile.

“Nothing,” Jimin says with a shrug. “You know I like your tattoos.”

Jeongguk nods, his lips tugging further up into a grin. Jimin cocks an eyebrow, but Jeongguk just gives his thigh a tight squeeze before his attention moves back to Namjoon calling out to him. Jimin hears them speak and answers to what he’s asked, but soon he’s distracted by Jeongguk’s closeness again. There are so many scents around them, all of them mixing together in the packed nightclub.

Still, Jimin can easily make out Jeongguk’s. Even though the rest of the guys don’t seem to sense any scent whatsoever coming from him, Jimin has been able to smell it since the day they met. That day, he’d been so mesmerized by the gentle warmth that his scent brought, that he’d been staring at him like an idiot until Jeongguk managed to catch his attention.

Jimin leans in towards Jeongguk’s neck and presses his nose to his heated skin. Ah, there it is, something akin to burnt sugar, kind of sweet, but also bitter, mixed with this faint scent of wood. It’s an addicting thing, one Jimin just never gets tired of. It makes his omega settle, it makes him feel calm and relaxed and comforted―though sometimes it also makes him feel hazy and overwhelmed. It depends on the situation, that is.

Gently, he presses his nose deeper under Jeongguk’s jaw, breathing him in. Jeongguk’s hand tightens on his thigh, making Jimin’s toes curl. Jeongguk isn’t that much bigger than he is, but he is a bit on the buffer side and his hands are big enough that when they’re on Jimin, it feels as if they envelope him entirely. Jimin won’t lie, he really likes feeling smaller than Jeongguk sometimes. It makes him feel protected, in a way.

He rubs his nose back and forth against Jeongguk’s skin, releasing his pheromones and surrounding Jeongguk with them so that he smells like him and only him. It pleases his omega and once he’s satisfied that everybody here can tell Jeongguk is his, he smiles to himself, dropping his forehead against the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, closing his eyes and allowing himself to enjoy his closeness for another long while.

“Come on, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung’s voice snaps him out of it. He lifts his head to find him standing beside them. “Everybody knows Jeongguk is yours already, so lets go dance, huh?”

Before Jimin can respond, Taehyung turns around and tugs at Yoongi, taking him towards the dance floor despite his obvious protests. The rest of the guys are there already, dancing in between all the other bodies that are getting lost in the music. Jimin turns his head towards Jeongguk and finds the other one already looking back at him. He has that easy smile on his lips.

“Wanna dance, hyung?” He asks. “Only for a little bit, hm?” Jeongguk’s hand gives his thigh another gentle squeeze. “And then we can go home, I can tell you’re tired of all the scents already.”

Jimin’s heart jumps a little upon Jeongguk’s words. He always knows Jimin so well, can read him like a book. And yes, Jimin is a bit tired of all the scents, even if he really enjoys going out with all of his friends.

“Just a few songs, then,” he says with a smile.

Jeongguk grins, lifting his hand and gesturing for Jimin to stand up. Jimin does, despite wanting to remain close to Jeongguk. And yet, Jeongguk’s hand quickly reaches out for his once he’s standing too and he tugs at Jimin towards their friends, maneuvering his way in between the dancing bodies. The place is far too packed and there are too many people dancing, but as soon as they reach the spot where the rest of the guys are, Jeongguk’s body seems to frame him, protect him from everybody else.

Arms snake around his waist and his warm body envelopes his and Jimin forgets all about the rest of the bodies surrounding them. He can’t quite recognize the song that is now playing, though the beat is strong, yet slow. It sounds like spanish, though Jimin isn’t entirely sure. What he does notice is that it sounds very sensual and everybody starts to dance following the beat.

“What song is this?” Jimin asks with a giggle, confused about the sudden addition of a song in spanish.

“Dunno,” Jeongguk replies, his hands sliding towards Jimin’s hips. “But it’s kinda sexy. I’m gonna shazam it, wait.”

He steps back and takes his phone out, quickly opening the app. Jimin glances around and sees that, sure enough, people are dancing a lot more sensually than they were before. Jeongguk’s phone screen is suddenly in front of his line of vision and his eyebrows furrow as he reads the name of the song and the artist. He has no idea who it is, but the song is nice and it makes the atmosphere turn into this very sexy thing.

Jeongguk puts his phone away and grins, his hands falling to Jimin’s hips again.

“I’m definitely gonna listen to it again later,” he says, stepping closer.

He doesn’t hug Jimin this time. Instead, he presses his cheek to Jimin’s and moves his hips from side to side to the beat of the song. Jimin follows, glancing to the side. There’s a couple dancing beside them and they seem to know how to dance to this sort of song because they seem very into it. It makes Jimin smile―they look so in love with each other.

When he focuses on Jeongguk again, he finds that the other one is looking back at him. He glances to his side too and spots the couple. Then he looks back at Jimin and presses even closer, his hand sliding to the low of Jimin’s back.

“Dance with me, hyung,” he says, his other hand tightening on Jimin’s hip.

Jimin wants to point out that he’s dancing with him already, but Jeongguk suddenly turns him around and places his hands on his hips, pulling him flush againts his body. Maybe it’s the heat of the packed place, or the song. Or just Jimin’s omega acting out. But as soon as he feels Jeongguk behind him, his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back. He lets Jeongguk guide him, moves his body from side to side to the same pace he’s following.

It’s easy to follow his lead, to get lost in the music and forget the rest of the world exists. And Jimin can’t say he doesn’t love it. It’s as if he’s floating, guided by Jeongguk’s hands and his body. He can feel the warmth of him pressed to his back, one of his hands sliding forward to Jimin’s belly, settling there as his other hand grips his hip tighter.

A warm feeling settles in Jimin’s chest. He turns around and faces Jeongguk. Jeongguk stares back at him with surprise, but Jimin is quick to wrap an arm around his shoulders, pressing his cheek to his as he starts moving again what feels like waves, bodies moving from side to side, pressing closer, brushing against each other.

Jimin’s omega claws at his chest. It’s as if he needs to be closer to Jeongguk, even though they’re already very tightly pressed to each other.

Jeongguk’s hand settles on the low of his back, but it doesn’t stay there. He tugs at his shirt until he’s taking it out from where it was tucked into the waistband of his pants. Then he slips his hand under, fingers splaying out over Jimin’s skin. Jimin shudders, leaning against Jeongguk and pressing his forehead to his shoulder. He startles a little when Jeongguk’s lips press to his jaw.

Normally, it’s Jimin who’s brushing his nose along Jeongguk’s skin―sometimes his lips when he’s feeling particularly needy. Jeongguk doesn’t do it often, though he has done it a couple of times. Thing is, he doesn’t rely on that sort of thing as much as Jimin does. Jimin scents him and touches him because that’s his way of expression his love and affection. Jeongguk, on the other hand, offers comfort, gentle smiles and words.

Gentle yet firm touches too, though those are specially reserved for Jimin.

Maybe it’s the few drinks Jimin had, but his head spins as Jeongguk’s lips press to his skin once more. It’s the faintest of touches, gone before he can even process it and his omega claws at his chest, wanting more. He wants to get closer to Jeongguk, somehow. He wants them to mold together in some way. Ever since he met Jeongguk and especially since they became so close, he’s craved his closeness, his warmth and his comforting scent. But sometimes, much like right now, he wants it even more.

It’s a feeling that invades him sometimes, one he can’t shake off, no matter how hard he tries.

Tonight, it makes his knees feel weak and he stumbles a little as Jeongguk sways from side to side. Jeongguk’s arm locks around his waist, steadying him and he leans back a bit, searching for Jimin’s eyes. He tilts his head to the side, reaching up and cupping his cheek. His thumb brushes back and forth over Jimin’s skin.

“Your eyes are glowing,” he says softly, his expression somewhat mesmerized. “They’re amber.”

Jimin blinks several times, wondering how he lost control so much that they got that way. It happens to him sometimes when he’s with Jeongguk or whenever he experiences strong emotions. But he’s always been good at keeping his omega in control, so it’s always shocking when it happens.

“M’sorry,” he exhales, fisting the front of Jeongguk’s shirt.

There’s an overwhelming sensation in his chest that makes it feel as if he can’t breathe.

“There’s nothing to apologize for, hyung,” Jeongguk reassures with an easy smile. “Do you wanna go home?”

Jimin was enjoying himself, but once Jeongguk mentions home, Jimin is quick to nod. There’s nothing like going home with Jeongguk and finally being away from all the noise and the heavy scents. They’ve been out all afternoon and it’s probably past midnight already, so Jimin is fine with leaving.

They say goodbye to everyone and Jeongguk holds his hand as he makes his way to the entrance so they can grab their jackets. Once they’re out, Jeongguk puts Jimin’s jean jacket on him and helps him slip his arms through the sleeves. He makes sure it’s right in place before putting his own jacket on and turning around. He bends his knees and reaches behind himself.

“Jump up, hyung,” he says. “I’ll carry you home.”

Jimin’s lips tug up into a smile. This is one of the things he loves the most about Jeongguk. He’s so considerate of everything . And he notices the things that sometimes Jimin himself doesn’t notice. But mostly, he goes out of his way to ensure that Jimin is happy and content. He’s even focused on the smallest details, on the little things that other people never seem to notice.

And then there are also times when Jeongguk just wants to make Jimin smile―like tonight. And it’s the best thing in the world. It serves its purpose―it makes Jimin smile so wide, heart content. He jumps onto Jeongguk’s back, arms wrapping around his shoulders and legs hooking around his waist. Jeongguk’s hands settle under his thighs and hold him in place as he starts the ten-minute walk home. It’s a good thing Jimin lives nearby, it makes it so that they can go to sleep faster, after all.

Like most nights out, Jeongguk will stay over and have breakfast with Jimin in the morning. Sometimes, Jimin stays at Jeongguk’s place. But he always likes it more when it’s the other way round because it means Jeongguk sleeps on his bed and his scent is left behind for a few days that Jimin enjoys a lot.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Jeongguk asks, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against Jimin’s thighs.

Jimin closes his eyes and nuzzles into Jeongguk’s nape with a smile.

“I did,” he replies. “Did you?”

Jeongguk hums. “I always have fun with you guys.” Jimin squeezes his arms tighter around Jeongguk’s shoulders, brushing his nose against the skin of his neck. It’s so soft and so warm. Jimin makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. “Is everything okay, hyung?” Jeongguk asks. “You’ve been a bit out of it all night.”

Jimin nods, letting his nose continue to brush along Jeongguk’s skin.

“Everything is perfect,” Jimin mumbles, a bit dazed.

Jeongguk chuckles, hands squeezing around Jimin’s thighs for a brief second.

“Are you drunk, hyung?” He asks.

It feels like the change in temperature, moving from the heated nightclub to the cold air outside, has made the light buzz under his skin grow a bit. It’s nothing bad that everything is spinning, but just enough that it makes him giggle.

“Not drunk,” he mumbles, letting his lips brush against Jeongguk’s skin this time.

Jeongguk tilts his head back, bumping it softly against Jimin’s.

“We’ll be home soon,” he says. “Get some shut eye if you’re tired.”

Jimin isn’t exactly tired. If anything, he feels like he’s buzzing with energy. He feels giddy, in a way. It’s hard to explain, he just knows that he doesn’t want to close his eyes nor miss a single moment of this. He wants to focus on Jeongguk’s warm body against his, the way he’s holding Jimin and carrying him home.

He pulls his lips back and bite down on Jeongguk’s nape, earning himself a soft laugh.

“What was that for?” Jeongguk asks, still unfazed.

Jimin shakes his head and nuzzles into Jeongguk’s nape again.

“You smell nice,” he mumbles. “I like it.”

Jeongguk hums, seemingly carrying Jimin with ease. Jimin’s body sways from side to side with every step Jeongguk takes. He’s really so strong, doesn’t even seem to be breaking a sweat. Jimin slides his hands to Jeongguk’s biceps, squeezing them once, his intrusive thoughts taking over. That makes Jeongguk laugh again.

“You’re always saying that,” he says, looking over his shoulder, though he probably can’t really see Jimin properly. “The guys don’t smell me, though. I asked Namjoon hyung and he said I don’t have a scent.”

“Mm, you do,” Jimin murmurs, nuzzling into the spot where Jeongguk’s neck and shoulder meet. “Right here, you smell like something sweet and bitter. You smell like wood. You smell so nice,” he mumbles, biting down on the spot with the same sort of gentleness from before.

Jeongguk doesn’t laugh this time. Instead, he gives Jimin a big smile and looks ahead again.

“What about you?” He asks. “What do you smell like, hyung?”

Jimin thinks about it for a moment. He knows what he’s been told and he can smell himself on the guys whenever he’s scented them or been close to them. But it’s a very…subjective thing. It depends on the person and how they perceive the pheromones.

“Everybody says it’s something sweet, like peaches,” he replies. “Sometimes also something similar to candy. It’s different for everyone.”

“Ah, I’m so curious, hyung,” Jeongguk confesses, thumbs rubbing back and forth against Jimin’s thighs again. “I wish I could smell you too.”

Jimin’s omega likes that. He likes that Jeongguk is interested in his scent, his pheromones. “Maybe if I scent you enough, you’ll end up smelling me.”

He says it lightly, a bit teasing, like a joke of sorts. But Jeongguk’s response is as serious as can be.

“Maybe we should try that out.”

Jimin’s heart flutters and he burrows his face into Jeongguk’s nape. He doesn’t respond immediately because he feels a bit overwhelmed and he’s worried it’ll be obvious in his voice. Once he’s sure it won’t be that way, he murmurs softly against Jeongguk’s skin, ‘maybe.”

He likes the thought of it, though. He likes it so much, a part of him wants to pin Jeongguk down and scent him to his heart’s content. Sometimes, the scenting, as intense as it might be, is not enough. Jimin tries to hold back a lot. Thing is, with Jeongguk, it’s easy to lose control. And even when he’s spent long minutes thoroughly scenting his neck, sometimes it’s not enough. Sometimes, he craves more.

Much like right now.

He physically has to stop himself, pressing his cheek to Jeongguk’s nape and closing his eyes in an attempt to think about something else that isn’t biting down on Jeongguk’s skin or licking it to make sure his scent remains there for a longer while.

The rest of the walk back home is spent in silence and it’s not long before they get to Jimin’s apartment complex. The reception lady doesn’t seem the slightest bit surprised of seeing them as they walk in. She greets them both and goes back to the book she’s reading as Jeongguk walks towards the elevators. Once they’re inside, Jeongguk puts him down and Jimin quickly steps closer to him, pushing him against the wall in his attempt to hug him.

Jeongguk doesn’t say a thing. His arm naturally wraps around Jimin, his other hand placed on the metal bar as he leans back with Jimin’s body against his. It’s a short ride to Jimin’s floor and soon, Jeongguk is reaching for his hand, tugging him off the elevator. He puts in the code to Jimin’s apartment and they slip inside before he closes the door and locks it.

After taking his shoes off, Jimin heads straight to his bedroom, feeling a little bit breathless for some reason. He rubs at his chest with a frown on his eyebrows, distracted enough that he startles when Jeongguk suddenly puts a glass of water in his line of vision.

“Have some water, hyung,” he says.

Jimin doesn’t protest. He downs the water in one go and says a quick thank you as Jeongguk slips out of the room to leave the glass in the kitchen. As soon as he’s gone, Jimin drops onto the bed facing the ceiling, all sprawled out and closing his eyes. He’s not sure what this feeling in his chest is, but it won’t go away even now that he’s laying down.

“Don’t fall asleep like that, hyung,” Jeongguk says, apparently already back in the bedroom.

Jimin opens his eyes and watches him moving around the room, reaching for one of his drawers and opening it. He pulls out sleeping clothes―one of the many things he’s left behind in Jimin’s apartment. Honestly, sometimes it feels as if they’re living together. Wether they’re staying here or at Jeongguk’s place, they leave stuff over a lot. Both places feel so familiar to Jimin’s omega. Their scents are always lingering, mixing together. It’s a nice thing, being so close to someone. Jimin never thought he could connect so well with someone.

Yes, the guys are his pack, his best friends. But things are different with Jeongguk. And it’s hard to explain.

“Come on, take off your clothes and get into something more comfortable,” Jeongguk insists.

Jimin hums and takes his pants off, dropping them to the floor even though he doesn’t like leaving his clothes thrown around. He’ll pick them up tomorrow. He stands and takes his shirt off too, heading to his drawers to take out a shirt. As soon as he does, though, he spots one of Jeongguk’s oversized shirts and he quickly whips it out to put it on.

Nothing like falling asleep surrounded by Jeongguk’s scent and engulfed by his clothes.

They head into the bathroom together and brush their teeth―Jimin with his toothbrush, Jeongguk with the spare one he has here. Jeongguk tells him he’ll drink some water and Jimin does his business before leaving the bathroom. When Jeongguk comes back, he slips into the bathroom as well.

By the time he comes out, Jimin has already slipped under the covers and he’s feeling a bit more relaxed. FInally, the feeling has faded somewhat and he feels more calm.

He watches Jeongguk as he moves around the room picking up Jimin’s clothes, folding them and placing them on the desk. It makes Jimin smile.

“I was gonna pick that up tomorrow morning,” he points out.

“That’s okay, hyung,” Jeongguk assures.

He turns off the bedroom light and Jimin’s eyes quickly adjust to the darkness as Jeongguk makes his way towards the bed, slipping under the sheets as well. It’s then that the feeling comes back. Jimin feels it bubbling right behind his sternum, this weird tug that makes him feel a bit breathless. Jeongguk’s arm wraps around him, pulling him flush against his body. Different to Jimin, he sleeps shirtless, though with sleeping pants. And Jimin can feel the warmth of him even through the shirt he has on.

For some reason, he’s restless, antsy. He shifts, curling his toes and trying his best not to move too much that he might bother Jeongguk. It’s like second nature, sleeping together like this, seeking each other’s warmth. Jeongguk knows how Jimin likes to be held and Jimin knows how Jeongguk falls asleep with his arm or leg locked around Jimin to keep him close. Tonight, though, Jimin can’t settle down.

He clears his throat and shifts, spinning around so he’s giving his back to Jeongguk. Jeongguk doesn’t miss a beat. He lets Jimin turn, slips his arm under his head and as soon as he’s fully giving his back to him, his other arm locks around Jimin’s waist, pulling him flush against his body again. He presses his face into Jimin’s nape and his breath fans over Jimin’s skin, making him shudder.

Jimin shifts again, that strange sensation seeming to grow. He can’t stay still. The more he tries, the worst it gets. It’s intense and overwhelming and he doesn’t know what to do.

“ Jimin ,” Jeongguk says, his voice a gentle warning of sorts. He doesn’t address Jimin without honorifics often, but when he does, it feels a bit demanding, almost as if he’s going to give him an order of sorts. “Settle down.”

And yes, there it is. It sounds much like an order, firm and steady, murmured right against Jimin’s nape. He can’t help that he shudders, eyes fluttering shut. He goes pliant almost instantly, his omega eager to obey. Thing is, whenever Jeongguk’s hoarse voice gives out an order like that, Jimin can’t help that he becomes like this. He likes the way it makes him feel, all warm and fuzzy.

When he shifts again, Jeongguk’s arms lock around him, both of them squeezing him tight to his chest.

“ Settle down ,” he says again, this time a bit firmer. Jimin relaxes, his lips parting. A nice feeling slides down his spine as Jeongguk places a soft kiss on Jimin’s nape. “I’m right here,” he murmurs.

He is. He’s here, with Jimin. Holding him, hugging him, offering comfort. Jimin relaxes for good this time, his eyes closed, his body fully relaxing in Jeongguk’s arms. They stay wrapped tightly around him, though. Not to keep him where he is, but more like a soothing presence. Jimin snuggles back into Jeongguk’s chest and smiles a little.

Happy.

He’s exactly where he’s supposed to be.

♥

Jimin shifts in his bed, grabbing the pillow and pressing it to his face. He takes a deep breath, hoping to have some more of Jeongguk’s scent. He’s not sure why he’s feeling this way. It’s true that he’s grown used to spending almost every single day close to Jeongguk, even if just for a few hours. But, for some reason, he feels terrible right now.

And the strange part is, he’s been feeling this way since Jeongguk left yesterday for his weekend trip. He left at twelve in the afternoon and even though he spent the morning with Jimin, as soon as he was gone, Jimin felt…empty. It’s as if there’s something missing. And the thought of having to wait for another two days is making it worse.

How is he supposed to survive the next two days when he feels like this? His limbs feel heavy and his he has a slight headache that’s settled in his temples and he misses Jeongguk so much that it actually hurts . It feels as if it’s escalating, slowly becoming worse and worse as the hours go by.

He’s known that Jeongguk had a photoshoot event that he’d been planning to go to for months. And yet, he never expected to feel this way.

Jimin groans in frustration and rolls onto his belly, pressing his face deeper into the pillow. It still doesn’t make Jeongguk’s scent more prominent. It’s fading, slowly disappearing and when it’s gone, Jimin doesn’t know what he’s going to do with himself.

The day is spent doing basically: nothing. Jimin lingers in bed, only gets up for food and water and to use the bathroom. As the hours go by, he starts to feel worse. The feeling in his chest becomes a tightness that’s making him breathless and there’s an ache in his heart that makes him want to cry. The worst part of it all is that he can’t even talk to Jeongguk. The event requires his full attention, so he’s only replied here and there to Jimin, a lot of time after Jimin’s messages went through.

Jimin misses his voice, his warm hands touching him for comfort, his body close to his.

His heart aches and he sniffles, rubbing at his eyes to stop the tears from flowing. He’s not sure why he feels this way. This has never happened to him before. Granted, he hasn’t spent a lot of time away from Jeongguk ever since they met, but still…it doesn’t feel okay that all of these emotions are crowding up in his chest.

As the night settles, Jimin finds himself dreading the pass of the hours. He sleeps poorly. He does manage to fall asleep, but he has nightmares or wakes up before long has passed. And as the night starts to be replaced by the morning, he finds himself staring up at the ceiling, his eyes heavy, his body as well. He feels terrible.

And the ache in his chest has become so intense, he doesn’t even want to move out of the bed.

That’s how Taehyung finds him after lunch time, laying on his bed with his eyes on the ceiling, struggling to keep his emotions in. He couldn’t even stomach food. He nibbled on the sandwich he made, but honestly, he couldn’t find it within himself to enjoy it.

“Well, you look like shit,” Taehyung says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Are you sick?” As he asks, he places the back of his hand against Jimin’s forehead. “You’re kinda warm. Have you checked if you have a fever?”

“Dunno,” Jimin mumbles and closes his eyes, trying to find comfort in Taehyung’s cool hand. He does feel a bit hot, though he hasn’t really been paying attention to it. All he seems to think about is Jeongguk.

“What’s going on, Jimin-ah?” He asks. “I thought you were exaggerating when you said you missed Jeongguk so much you didn’t want to get out of bed.”

Jimin clears his throat and closes his eyes. The mention of Jeongguk makes his heart ache even more and he doesn’t want to worry Taehyung, so he has to focus on being okay.

“I was exaggerating,” he replies. “I think I am sick,” he adds. “It’ll probably go away soon, though. You know we never get sick for too long.”

Maybe it is him being sick. And maybe he’s not used to it because it doesn’t happen often. Maybe he’s just imagining things―imagining that it’s related to Jeongguk being away.

“Are you lying to me, Jimin-ah?” Taehyung asks, poking his side. Jimin jerks away with a groan, rolling onto his belly and burrowing his face into his pillow. Jeongguk’s scent is gone. Jimin’s heart hurts. No, no, no. It was supposed to last for longer. It was supposed to be there today too. “Hey,” Taehyung calls out gently, his hand settling in between Jimin’s shoulderblades. “Are you sure you’re okay, Jimin?” He asks. “Did you have lunch?”

“I did,” Jimin replies. “And yeah, I’m okay. Don’t worry, Tae.”

“I do worry, though,” Taehyung shoots back quickly. “Is there something I can do for you? Do you need something?”

Jimin thinks about it for a moment, wondering if there’s anything Taehyung can do to make him feel at least a little bit better. But the only thing he can think of is having Jeongguk with him. It feels like that will be the only thing that takes away what he’s feeling, that makes everything better.

“Actually, could you open the last drawer over there?” He asks, pointing towards the other side of the room. Taehyung cocks an eyebrow, but he stands up and heads there, opening the drawer. “There should be a black shirt tucked to the right.” Taehyung bends down and reaches for the shirt. When he lifts it, Jimin’s heart flutters. He’s not sure when’s the last time that Jeongguk wore the shirt, but maybe it wasn’t that long ago. Maybe it still smells a little bit like him. He reaches out and makes a grabby hand. “Can you give it to me, please?”

Taehyung snorts, but he closes the drawer and walks back to the bed, giving the shirt to Jimin.

“Is this Jeongguk’s shirt?” He asks, as Jimin brings the shirt to his nose and takes a deep breath. It’s there, very far away, but it is. Jeongguk’s scent. So comforting and so perfect and Jimin closes his eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Hey, Jimin-ah,” Taehyung calls out again. “Are you really missing Jeongguk so much that you’re like this?”

Jimin sniffles, turning onto his side and curling into a ball, the shirt bunched up to his chest.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs sincerely. “I think it’s a combination of being sick and missing him. He’s normally here with me when I need him and now he’s not, so I just―I don’t know, my omega feels overwhelmed, that’s all.”

It’s the best he can do to explain what he thinks is happening.

“Have you slept?” Taehyung asks, the bed shifting as he probably lays down. “You look exhausted.”

“Not much,” Jimin confesses.

Truth be told, his omega dislikes the smell of another person in his home right now. What’s left of Jeongguk’s scent is almost fully gone and Jimin’s omega doesn’t like it. It’s wrong. It shouldn’t be that way. Home is always supposed to smell like Jeongguk.

“I’ll stay until you fall asleep,” Taehyung says. “And I’ll leave food for you on the counter, so make sure to eat, okay?” He asks. “I’m worried about you. Have you talked to Jeongguk?”

Jimin isn’t sure he’ll be able to sleep, but maybe Taehyung’s presence will help a little bit. He does feel tired, his limbs heavy and now that he has Jeongguk’s shirt against his chest, he feels the slightest bit better.

“A few texts here and there,” he answers. “He’s very busy, so we haven’t been able to talk much.”

Taehyung hums. His hand settles in between Jimin’s shoulder blades again and he rubs gently. It’s comforting enough that Jimin relaxes, though his fingers continue to grip Jeongguk’s shirt and keep it close to his chest. He closes his eyes tightly and focuses on Jeongguk’s scent, brings the shirt to his nose so he can smell it properly.

It’s enough that it calms his omega down and he finally feels like he can breathe.

Between Taehyung’s comforting touch and Jeongguk’s shirt, Jimin finally finds himself relaxing a bit. And as sleep takes over him, he finds himself hoping that he can really rest for a long while, so he can let go of this exhaustion and at least feel a little bit better.

It feels like minutes have gone by when Jimin jolts awake.

Taehyung is gone and he must have left a while ago because the bed is cold where he was laying before. Jimin still has the shirt all crumpled up in his fingers and he doesn’t want to let go of it just yet, so he takes off what he’s wearing and quickly puts the shirt on. He doesn’t bother with pants, feeling a bit overheated. He doesn’t feel like he’s rested, even though it’s already night time and it’s obvious that a few hours have gone by.

There’s a note on his nightstand. It’s Taehyung asking him to call him if he starts to feel worse. Jimin considers calling, but decides not to in the end. Taehyung’s presence calmed him down somewhat, but he knows that it’s not the solution to what he’s feeling. Just thinking about Jeongguk coming back and wrapping his arms around him is enough for Jimin to feel like he can breathe properly.

So Jeongguk is the only one who can take away this feeling.

Still, he forces himself to stand up and goes to the kitchen to eat whatever food Taehyung has left for him. He eats as best as he can and finds that he can stomach most of it. He doesn’t bother cleaning up, feeling too exhausted to do so. Instead, he washes up as best as he can without taking an actual shower and heads back to his bedroom to try and sleep some more.

As soon as he’s in bed, though, he finds that there are tears sliding down his cheeks. It’s startling because he hadn’t even realized that he had started to cry, but once it happens, he can’t stop it. He misses Jeongguk so badly. He wants him, he craves his scent and his touch. He feels terrible. His omega is clawing at his chest, begging for Jeongguk and all Jimin can do is lay in bed and cry.

He’s not sure for how long he cries, but by the time he manages to calm down enough to reach for his phone, he feels all red in the face and swollen. He calls Jeongguk in hopes of hearing his voice at least once, hoping it’ll help a bit with what he’s feeling, but the phone rings and rings and goes to voicemail. Jeongguk doesn’t respond.

Jimin’s heart aches again. He stands up and heads to the kitchen for water, his throat dry. He’s been sweating for a while, so he feels a bit dehydrated. The water feels pleasant as it slides down his throat and he puts the glass in the sink before heading towards the living room again. As he reaches the room, though, everything spins and he places his hand against the wall, eyebrows furrowing.

He closes his eyes, trying to control the strange feeling. Everything is spinning and he feels weak all of a sudden, like he can’t hold himself up. He realizes a little bit too late that he’s going to faint and he has no time to stop it from happening. Instead, he tries to sit down before he actually passes out and suddenly, everything turns dark.

♥

Jimin is floating. Or so it feels the way. Everything is swaying as he comes back to himself, slowly becoming aware of his surroundings. It takes a while for him to realize that the reason everything is moving side to side is because he’s in someone’s arms.

Only then does he snap out of his stupor and notice the faint scent in the back of his head. It’s familiar, warm, comforting. He knows that scent. He’s known that scent for long enough that it suddenly feels as if he’s brought back to life.

His eyes open and sure enough, he immediately sees Jeongguk’s profile, his attention elsewhere, concern evident in his expression. Something in Jimin’s heart breaks. He turns, arms wrapping around Jeongguk’s neck with desperation. And Jeongguk is taken off guard, almost dropping Jimin as he twists in his arms.

Jimin clings to Jeongguk in a way he never has before. And he’s been very clingy several times, especially during his heats. This is different. There’s a palpable need in him, his omega clawing at his chest. He can’t breathe, he can’t think. There’s just Jeongguk so close to him―finally here, where he’s meant to be.

“Jeongguk,” he whines. “Jeongguk, Jeongguk .”

“Hyung, wait, I―” Jeongguk tries, but he stumbles as Jimin continues to struggle to hold onto him for dear life.

He reaches Jimin’s bed and falls forward in a mess with limbs with Jimin. Now, Jimin knows that’s he’s a mess of whines and whimpers, desperately trying to mold himself to Jeongguk in some way. They’re not close enough. There’s too much space between them. It’s not enough. Jimin has been in pain for so long. He needs more. He needs Jeongguk to squeeze him tightly, pin him down on the bed, cover his body with his own. He needs his scent to invade his body. He needs him everywhere.

He needs, needs, needs.

He craves.

“ Jeongguk ,” he whines. “Please, please, I can’t―”

He drowns his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair and tugs at it desperately, wrapping his legs tightly around his hips and tightening them enough that it feels like Jeongguk won’t be able to escape. Yes, that’s good. He should stay here with Jimin, only with Jimin. He should stay just as he is, pressed tightly to him.

It’s so comforting. It’s so perfect. Jimin whines again, tears stinging behind his closed eyelids.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk calls out again, his hand on Jimin’s hip, thumb rubbing back and forth against it. “Calm down, please. Breathe, yeah? Can you breathe for me?”

Jimin shakes his head and clings onto him harder. He begs and pleads, wants to become a part of Jeongguk somehow. They’re not close enough. Tears slide down his cheeks, his nails dig into Jeongguk’s back, over his shirt.

“Please, please,” he whimpers, rubbing his cheek against Jeongguk’s. “Jeongguk-ah. Jeongguk-ah, please.”

He knows he’s not making any sense and Jeongguk probably has no idea of what’s happening, but he just can’t find it within himself to stop begging, to stop crying. Everything hurt so bad for days and Jeongguk is finally here and Jimin doesn’t have to struggle anymore. All he needs is him. Only ever him.

“I’m here, hyung,” he Jeongguk replies, his voice soft but firm. “Settle down,” he orders softly. “Calm down, I’m―”

“Can’t, can’t,” Jimin mumbles, shaking his head, burrowing his face into Jeongguk’s neck. “Please, please, I―”

His voice is cut off by his gasp. He suddenly finds himself with his wrists pinned to the bed, right above his head. His eyes meet Jeongguk’s, startled, surprised. Jeongguk’s hair is a mess of strands that poke out here and there and he seems flushed, his chest heaving. His eyes are slightly wide as he takes a slow breath and clears his throat.

“Hyung,” he exhales, sounding breathless. “ Settle down ,” he orderS again, this time sharp and dominant. “I’m right here,” he adds, softer, gentle.

Jimin goes through several emotions all at once. His lips pucker out into a pout, but then everything explodes around him in a way that makes it impossible to keep his pain at bay any longer. He burst out in tears, sobs making his body tremble as he releases all the things he’s kept in his chest for the past couple of days. It’s overwhelming and it hurts and Jeongguk is so close, but not close enough and Jimin is frustrated, his omega isn’t content.

They need more. So much more. They need Jeongguk so badly.

He feels Jeongguk shifting, easily manhandling him onto his lap, cradling him against his chest. Fingers card through his hair, gentle words murmured against the top of his head as Jeongguk soothes him, reassures him that he’s there and that he’s not going anywhere.

It takes a long while for Jimin to calm down, despite Jeongguk’s presence. He hides his face into Jeongguk’s neck and focuses on his warmth in hopes of forgetting about everything else. Meanwhile, Jeongguk’s hands rub up and down his back, slow and gentle, calming, comforting. A hand settles on his thigh, rubbing back and forth too. Fingers slide to his nape, squeezing gently but also firmly. It makes him shudder, but they’re gone too quickly, slipping into his hair next.

Goosebumps arise over his skin and he’s successfully distracted. He settles, the tears slowly fading, his sobs turning into soft whimpers, whines that also start to fade until he’s sniffling, fingers fisting the front of Jeongguk’s shirt in fear that he might be a dream of sorts and disappear at any moment.

Fingers card his hair back again, softly, so gently. Lips press to his forehead and Jeongguk’s arms wrap tightly around him, holding him against his chest. Jimin is sitting sideways on his lap and it’s perfect for Jeongguk to lean in and press his face to Jimin’s neck. It’s a brief moment, one that doesn’t last long enough, one that leaves Jimin craving for more. But he feels a bit drowsy now, light-headed. No longer sad, but still scared. He doesn’t want to be away from Jeongguk.

He’s terrified that if he even speaks, Jeongguk will lean away and he won’t be able to breathe again.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk murmurs, pressing another kiss to Jimin’s temple. “Feeling better?” He asks. “What’s going on? You’re skin is too hot, are you sick?”

Jimin shakes his head, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “Just missed you,” he mumbles. And then he shifts, because he can’t help it and he needs to be closer to Jeongguk and this is no longer enough. He plants himself properly on Jeongguk’s lap, legs around his waist, arms around his shoulders. He burrows his face into Jeongguk’s neck and sighs. Content. Yes, this is it. This is where he needs to be. “Missed you so much.”

A firm, warm hand rubs up and down his spine, comforting, pressing him closer. Jeongguk’s other hand is on the back of his hair, keeping him where he is.

“I found you on the floor, hyung,” Jeongguk says, his lips brushing close to Jimin’s ear as he speaks. “It scared the shit out of me,” he whispers. “What happened? I don’t understand.”

Jimin shakes his head. “I was just a bit sick,” he murmurs. “But I’m okay now,” he says, pressing his cheek to Jeongguk’s. He closes his eyes and rubs his skin against Jeongguk’s with a content sigh. “I’m okay with now that you’re here with me.” Jeongguk’s hand lifts from his back and Jimin fists the back of his shirt, scared he’s going to move away. “Don’t let go of me,” he pleads. “Jeongguk-ah, please. Please, don’t.”

Jeongguk hushes him softly, his hand settling on Jimin’s hip.

“I’m not going anywhere, hyung,” he promises. “Look at me, hm? I promise I’m not going anywhere, I just want to look at you for a second.”

Jimin shakes his head. He’s not ready to let go of Jeongguk. He doesn’t want to be away from him, even if it’s just to lean back and look at him.

“I don’t want to be away from you,” he murmurs, squeezing his fingers tighter around the fabric of Jeongguk’s shirt. “Please, don’t make me.”

Jeongguk’s arm circles his waist and his hand settles on Jimin’s cheek. “I know you don’t want to be away from me. I don’t want that either, hyung. But I want to look at you, yeah? Just for a little bit?” Jimin lets his cheek brush against Jeongguk’s as he leans back slowly. Only until he can look at him, still close enough that his nose is brushing against Jeongguk’s. Jeongguk looks into his eyes, his thumb rubbing back and forth against Jimin’s cheek. “Why were you on the floor, hyung?” He asks. “Did you faint?”

Jimin nods, even though he’s not entirely sure. It must have been that because he was feeling weak before everything went dark.

“I think so,” he replies. His voice sounds hoarse and shaky. He’s trying to settle down, but he still feels emotional and the pain in his heart has become faint, but it’s still there, as if threatening to come back.

“When you say you were sick, what do you mean?” Jeongguk asks, concern laced with his voice. “Did you have the flu? Why didn’t you tell me? Did the guys know? Why did they not tell me either?”

He sounds reprimanding and it makes a whine settle deep in Jimin’s throat. He drops his forehead to Jeongguk’s shoulder and shakes his head.

“Not the flu, just―” he tries to explain, distracted by Jeongguk’s hand slipping under his shirt, settling on the low of his back, right against his skin. He feels cool against Jimin’s heated skin, so comforting. Jimin shudders. He takes a slow breath, hoping to calm himself. “I just didn’t feel well,” he mumbles. “But I’m okay now that you’re here. I feel so much better.” Jeongguk leans back and in that split second, Jimin panics. He clings to Jeongguk for dear life. “Where are you going? Don’t go,” he pleads.

Jeongguk stops moving, his hand rubbing gentle circles over the low of Jimin’s back.

“Hyung, I’m not going anywhere,” he promises. “Calm down,” he says, leaning back again and searching for Jimin’s eyes. Jimin lowers his gaze, feeling slightly embarrassed about how desperate he is. Thing is, he’s terrified that Jeongguk might leave. He’s craved his closeness for days and the thought alone is enough to make him panic. “Tell me how to help you settle down, hyung,” Jeongguk whispers, tightening his arm around Jimin’s body, keeping him flush against his chest. “How can I reassure your omega, hm? I want you to stop feeling this way. I want to take care of you.”

Jimin’s heart swells. He knows what he needs. He knows what he wants . His omega craves .

“I just need you,” he whispers shyly.

Jeongguk hums. “I’m here, though,” he replies softly, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s shoulder. “And you’re restless. I don’t like that. I want to make it better. Tell me how.”

His words are like an order, a demand that Jimin is eager to give in to.

“Scent me,” he blurts out, tilting his head back and exposing his neck in submission. “Scent me, Jeongguk-ah.”

Jeongguk pauses, seemingly surprised by Jimin’s request. But then he leans in and presses his nose under Jimin’s jaw, gently brushing along his skin.

“Like this?” He asks softly, his lips also brushing against Jimin’s skin. It makes him shudder and he grips Jeongguk’s biceps, holding onto him for dear life. “This is how you do it normally, right, hyung?”

Yes. Yes, but it’s not enough. Jimin needs more. He needs so much more. He slips his hand into Jeongguk’s hair and tilts his head further back, a whine leaving his lips.

“More,” he pleads.

Jeongguk rubs his nose along Jimin’s jaw before trailing down the side of his neck, all the way down to where his scent gland is. There, he presses his nose deeper into the skin, making Jimin shudder.

“Like this, hyung?” He asks again, his hands on Jimin’s hips, gripping them tightly. Everything is spinning. Jimin can’t even form proper words. Instead, he nods and tugs at Jeongguk’s hair, tries to bring him closer somehow. “This is where your scent gland is, right, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, speaking right against the sensitive patch of skin. The brush of his lips against his scent gland makes Jimin whimper, his body pressing closer to Jeongguk, desperate need taking over him.

“ Scent me ,” he pleads again, arching against him. “Please, I―”

“I am scenting you, hyung,” Jeongguk responds, when Jimin fails to continue.

Jimin shakes his head. He lowers his head and looks deep into Jeongguk’s eyes, hoping he’ll be able to tell just how badly Jimin needs it.

“Use your mouth,” he pleads. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to make it so that you’re all I can feel and smell. I want your scent all over me, Jeongguk-ah. Please, please , I―”

“Shh,” Jeongguk hushes him, his hand on Jimin’s cheek, cradling it gently. “It’s okay, I’ve got you, hyung. You know I’d give you the world if I could.” As he finishes the sentence, his fingers slide back into Jimin’s hair, fisting the strands gently and tugging back. Jimin’s head falls back in pliant submission and Jeongguk dives in again, his lips closing around the sensitive skin of Jimin’s neck. They wrap around his scent gland and a wave of pleasure explodes around Jimin, so intense it makes him tremble. His fingers hurt with how tightly he’s holding onto Jeongguk’s shirt, clinging to him for dear life.

“ Jeongguk ,” Jimin exhales, breathless, but finally sated.

That’s what he needed―what he wanted. It’s what he craved. Jeongguk’s mouth on him, on his scent gland. He’s never asked for this before. Sure, Jeongguk has occasionally touched his scent gland, rubbed his thumb back and forth against the skin to soothe him, pressed his nose to it for just a brief moment, if only to help him calm down. But he’s never used his mouth before and, anyway, Jimin has never begged for it like that, either. Yet right now, it’s the only thing he thinks will help his omega settle down. It’s the only thing he feels will make everything better.

The ache he’s been trying to ignore fades away and Jimin sighs deeply, relaxing against Jeongguk. He drops his forehead to his shoulder and loosely keeps his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders, a small smile settling on his lips. He can’t even find it within himself to speak. All he can do is stay as he is and let Jeongguk take, mouth at his skin, invade him in a way that he never has before. His scent is making Jimin’s head spin, it’s taking over his senses. It’s everywhere, it’s inside of Jimin, it’s clinging to him in a way that he knows will remain for a long while.

And everybody will know that he belongs to Jeongguk and it’s exactly the way he always wants it to be.

“Does it feel good, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, curiosity laced with his voice. “I know I don’t have a scent, but―”

“Feels good,” Jimin interrupts, shaking his head and slipping his hand into Jeongguk’s hair. “Perfect. So perfect,” he mumbles. “Don’t stop,” he pleads. “Please, never stop.”

Jeongguk chuckles, murmurs something about having to stop at some point, but Jimin shakes his head and holds onto him tighter, not willing to move away just yet. And Jeongguk complies. He continues to mouth at Jimin’s skin, gentle and slow, deliberate. He pauses occasionally, but only to press feather-like kisses to Jimin’s scent gland. He alternates between those two, making Jimin’s head spin and then making his heart flutter.

Until Jimin feels a little bit more like himself and Jeongguk starts to slowly come to a stop. By then, Jimin feels like he’s floating. He’s drunk on Jeongguk’s scent, on his closeness, on the intimate feeling of his lips against his scent gland. He feels all dizzy and pleased and his omega is soothed in his chest, calm and settled, no longer restless.

“Better?” Jeongguk asks, pressing a firm kiss on Jimin’s scent gland.

Jimin nods, a small, pleased smile on his lips.

“Yeah,” he exhales, breathless.

He feels so good, he can’t put it into words. It’s as if he’s floating on a cloud of sorts, unable to come down. It’s the best feeling in the world. And he can still feel Jeongguk, even if he’s no longer scenting him. He can feel him everywhere and it makes his skin feel a bit too warm.

“Good,” Jeongguk says. “Tell me what happened,” he goes on, placing his hand in between Jimin’s shoulder blades and rubbing comfortingly up and down. “Were you really sick, hyung? Please, tell me the truth. I need to know what’s going on.”

Jimin himself isn’t sure he understands what’s happening. All he knows is that being away from Jeongguk physically hurt and now that he’s here, the pain is gone. There’s just this sense of calmness, of the rest of the world having faded away so he can have his entire focus on Jeongguk.

“I don’t know,” he whispers sincerely.

Jeongguk’s other hand settles on his thigh and squeezes once, successfully bringing back his focus.

“Try to explain it to me, hyung,” Jeongguk says. “ Try .”

Again, a demand, an order. And Jimin is so eager to reply, to tell him what he wants to know. He wants to be good for Jeongguk.

“I think,” he starts, nibbling on the inside of his cheek. “Being away from you hurt,” he confesses. “I can’t say for sure that it was that, but I started feeling bad the moment you were far away and it got worse the more time went by without you here,” he explains. “It was just a weird feeling at first, but then I started to feel sick and I got a bit feverish. And then when I fainted, it’s when I felt the worst.” He searches for Jeongguk’s eyes and when Jeongguk offers him a small smile, Jimin goes on. “I really missed you,” he whispers, heart aching again. The thought of being away from Jeongguk is enough to make him feel like that. “I felt like the world was ending,” he adds with a soft laugh.

It’s a tearful laugh, one that hurts a little. He sniffles presses his cheek to Jeongguk’s, closing his eyes and focusing on him again. Jeongguk seems to understand that he needs more comfort because he gently presses his cheek to Jimin’s, rubbing back and forth softly.

“I’m sorry you were hurting, hyung,” Jeongguk whispers, his lips brushing close to Jimin’s ear. “You should have called me,” he says. “Or let one of the guys know. It pains me to know you were here, struggling on your own. I should’ve been here with you.”

“It’s not your fault,” Jimin mumbles. “I don’t know why I felt that way.”

“Still,” Jeongguk insists. “You’ve been in pain and― fuck . I was gone for three days, hyung,” he says, leaning back again and searching for Jimin’s eyes. Jimin looks back at him, still a bit hazy and, fortunately, a lot calmer. Jeongguk’s constant comfort is helpful. His hand continues to rub gentle circles into Jimin’s back and his gaze is ever so gentle, his words too. “Was it too bad?” He asks, hand cupping Jimin’s cheek. “The three entire days?”

Jimin shakes his head.

“Not entirely,” he promises. “It grew as the days went by. And I’m okay now, really. I’m feeling better.”

Jeongguk doesn’t seem content with that knowledge. He cards his fingers through Jimin’s hair and sighs. “Have you had something to eat, hyung?” He asks. “Aside from the strange feeling you had, was there anything else wrong? Did you make sure to eat well? Did you get enough sleep?” Jimin presses his forehead to Jeongguk’s neck and considers lying. He doesn’t want to worry Jeongguk any further. He’s happy that he’s here and that’s enough for him. His omega is calm. His omega has settled. Jeongguk is touching him and holding him and that’s all he needs. “ Hyung .”

Jimin shakes his head.

“It’s been difficult to sleep,” he mumbles. “And eating…I don’t know, I didn’t really have much of an appetite.”

Jeongguk leans back immediately and Jimin quickly fists the front of his shirt.

“Jeonggukie,” he pleads. “Don’t move away, I can’t―”

“I’m going to fix you up some food and in the meantime, you’re going to take a bath,” he states, not really giving Jimin an option to protest.

Still, Jimin tries.

“I just want to be with you,” he whispers. “I just want you to hold me.”

Jeongguk cups his cheeks and Jimin freezes, his eyes getting lost in Jeongguk’s.

“And I’ll hold you, hyung,” he promises. “But only once I’ve taken care of you. Once you’ve taken a bath, gotten relaxed, once you’re properly fed, I’ll tuck you into bed and hold you the way you want me to,” he says. “I will, I promise. But first I need to make sure that you’re okay. Otherwise, I feel like I’ll go crazy. I hate the idea of you being here for days, feeling like this without―” he stops and shakes his head. Suddenly, he drops his face to the crook of Jimin’s neck and wraps his arms tightly around him. “Please, let me do this, hyung. Let me take care of you first. Then I’ll lay down with you and hold you for a whole week, if you want. But first this, yeah? Can we do that?”

Jimin swallows down the lump in his throat. His omega loves the attention. The fact that Jeongguk wants to take care of them, make sure they’re calm and settled, well fed and taken care of. The fact that Jeongguk feels restless just at the idea of Jimin not being okay. It makes Jimin melt into Jeongguk, his body molding to his, pressing impossibly close.

“Yeah,” he exhales, closing his eyes and pressing his cheek to Jeongguk’s head. “Take care of me, Jeongguk-ah,” he pleads. “Whatever you want, just―as long as you stay, you can do whatever you want.”

Jeongguk presses a gentle kiss to Jimin’s neck, making him shudder. He doesn’t fully lean away before responding, “ good .”

He sounds satisfied with Jimin’s response, though he doesn’t move immediately. Instead, he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around Jimin for another long while before finally moving away. It’s difficult for Jimin to let him, the sense of losing him still clinging to him even as Jeongguk intertwines his fingers with his and takes him to the bathroom.

Jimin feels a little bit numb. It’s a feeling he can’t quite explain. But all he does is watch as Jeongguk gets to work. He opens the water stream, makes Jimin sit down on the toilet lid and as the tub fills, he cards his fingers through Jimin’s hair, soothing him, keeping him calm. It’s a nice feeling. Jimin feels protected. He feels safe. And he feels complete.

The pain from before is long gone and if he tries hard enough, he can pretend it was never there. All he needs to do is focus on this, on Jeongguk’s touch. And everything will be okay.

It takes a while for the tub to fill up enough and Jimin cherishes every second of it, Jeongguk’s hand continuously carding through his hair strands, his attention on him even when it’s not entirely. Jimin’s omega likes it. He closes his eyes and just lets himself feel, lets himself be soothed. Until Jeongguk’s hand disappears and he opens his eyes quickly to see where he’s gone.

Only then does he realize that the tub has finished filling with hot water and Jeongguk is dropping a couple of scented bath bombs inside, the water quickly bubbling and filling the bathroom with a nice, calming scent―one that Jimin enjoys a lot. It’s what he usually puts in the water before and after his heats. His heart swells with pride upon knowing that Jeongguk pays so much attention to all of those little details and how he’s making an effort to ensure that Jimin remains settled.

Jeongguk’s hands settle under his armpits and gently lift him up. It makes Jimin feel a little bit like a baby, but he smiles and Jeongguk smiles too before pulling his hands back.

“Now you’re going to get into the hot water and soak in there for at least twenty minutes. Afterwards you can shower and come down, yeah? I’ll fix you up something to eat in the meantime,” Jeongguk orders gently.

Jimin reaches out and fists the front of Jeongguk’s shirt. “Do you really have to leave?”

Jeongguk’s gaze softens and his hands reach out for Jimin again, only this time they cup his cheeks. He leans forward and presses a very soft kiss in between Jimin’s furrowed eyebrows.

“Hyung,” he starts, gentle, but firm. “I hate knowing that you’ve been in pain for three days. I need to do this. I need to make sure that you’re okay. Only then I’ll stop feeling like I failed you, yeah? Please, let me. I want to soothe you, feed you and take care of you until there’s not a shadow of what you felt before I came.”

Jimin pouts, tears springing in his eyes. Nobody has ever said anything like that to him. And nobody has ever taken such good care of him, either. Sure, Jeongguk’s absence is what made him feel so sad and in pain in the first place, but now he’s here and he wants to make things better and Jimin is more than eager to let him do as he pleases. There’s nothing he wants more than that. The idea of just letting Jeongguk move him around and take care of him is nice enough that he nods and drops his forehead to Jeongguk’s shoulder.

“You didn’t fail me,” he whispers. “If anything, all you ever do is make everything better, Jeongguk-ah.”

Jeongguk’s arms wrap around him, holding onto him tightly. His face burrows into Jimin’s neck and he rubs his nose against his scent gland, making him shudder. His toes curl and his arms wrap around Jeongguk, fingers fisting the back of his shirt. He’s so warm and so strong and Jimin could stay here forever.

“I’m glad I do, hyung,” Jeongguk whispers. “You’re the most important thing to me in this world. Okay?”

Jimin nods, hiding his face in the crook of Jeongguk’s neck. He mumbles words in response, lets Jeongguk know that he’s the most important thing in the world for Jimin too and Jeongguk holds him tighter for another long while, fingers slipping into Jimin’s hair, cradling his head to his neck. They stay there for a while longer, until Jeongguk reminds Jimin that he should be soaking in the hot water and Jimin lets go with another pout on his lips.

Jeongguk taps his chin and gestures towards the tub.

“I’ll see you in half an hour,” he says. “You better not come out before that.”

Jimin pouts harder, but Jeongguk only smiles with endearment, his lips pressing to Jimin’s forehead one last time before he’s off. Jimin watches him go with his heart beating rapidly, the sense of panic coming back. But he pushes it away and focuses on Jeongguk’s heavy footsteps as they head to the kitchen and stop, the sound of plates and utensils being pulled out quickly filling the silence. Jimin reminds himself that Jeongguk is still here and that he’s not going anywhere before he starts to take his clothes off and steps into the bath.

The water is hot enough that it feels like a bit too much on Jimin’s skin, but it’s pleasant and Jimin needs it, so he sits down and sinks all the way until his nose is right above the water, the rest of his body submerged. The water is gentle against his skin, the scent invading him, filling his senses. It’s a soothing thing and it serves its purpose. The scent calms his omega and over the next few minutes, Jimin finds himself settling down even further. He leans back and closes his eyes, allowing himself to enjoy it without thinking too hard, without getting too lost in thought.

Instead, he focuses on the sound of Jeongguk moving around the kitchen, humming to himself with that soft, pretty voice of his. Jimin wants Jeongguk to sing for him, to sing in that beautifully gentle voice he has. Minutes go by and when the water is finally turning cold, Jimin lets it go down the drain before standing up and taking a shower. It’s a quick one, shampoo in his hair, soap on his body. He’s done and toweling off within seconds, already eager to see Jeongguk again.

He forgoes pants and instead only puts on boxer briefs and one of Jeongguk’s oversized shirts. He only wants to have Jeongguk surrounding him, after all. Then, he heads to the kitchen and finds Jeongguk already setting food on the table. It’s a mixture of side plates made out of left overs and whatever Jimin must have had in the fridge. It looks delicious―and maybe that’s because of Jimin’s little appetite over the past three days.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk perks up upon seeing him. His eyes move down Jimin’s body, focusing on the shirt he has on before he looks up again and finds his gaze. “Feeling refreshed?”

Jimin nods, stepping towards Jeongguk and settling beside him. Jeongguk straightens his back and pulls his attention away from the table. Jimin steps forward and wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s middle, burrowing his face in his chest. He sighs happily, having missed Jeongguk’s warmth, scent and closeness during the time he was in the bathroom. Jeongguk gives him a hug, fingers ruffling his hair gently.

He’s leaning back before Jimin has had enough, but he doesn’t protest because his stomach is grumbling and he’s very hungry.

Jeongguk leans forward and places his lips against Jimin’s hair. “Take a seat, baby,” he murmurs there, without pulling away. “I’ll bring out everything else.”

He turns and leaves before Jimin can respond and he’s left there staring at the space Jeongguk was previously standing in, thoughts running wild. Jeongguk has called him that before, right? Surely, it’s not the first time? He’s so stuck on it that he doesn’t move a single bit until Jeongguk comes back with a few more plates. He tilts his head when he spots Jimin still standing.

“Why are you not sitting down?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

“You called me baby,” Jimin blurts out.

Jeongguk sets the plates down and centers his attention on him again. He seems a bit embarrassed at first, but then he clears his throat and reaches out, fingertips brushing along Jimin’s temple as he pushes a hair strand back.

“Do you not like it?” He asks. Jimin shakes his head quickly. Of course, he likes it. It makes his skin feel warm and it makes his knees feel weak and it makes him feel all sorts of ways. “ Good ,” he murmurs with a smile. “Come on, sit down. I want to see you eat until you’re full.”

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s eager to obey. He likes the way Jeongguk keeps saying ‘good’ whenever he’s satisfied by Jimin’s responses. He wants Jeongguk to praise him and tell him he’s good. He wants to be good for him.

As soon as he slips into a chair, Jeongguk sits too and tugs his chair closer, until Jimin is right beside him. They’re close enough that Jimin can feel the heat radiating off of Jeongguk and he has to resist the urge to lean into him. If he does, he’ll lose focus from the food and he can tell that Jeongguk won’t hold him until he’s eaten. So first, food.

He reaches for the chopsticks and quickly starts eating. And maybe he’s biased but the food is so delicious he’s quickly munching on all the food without being able to stop. He really hasn’t eaten well in the past three days, so it’s only natural that he’s feeling so terribly hungry. Jeongguk watches him all the while, his chin propped up on his hand, elbow on the table. And he has a satisfied smile on his lips during that time. Jimin asks if he won’t be eating and Jeongguk tells him that he’s already had food, that he should enjoy it all on his own.

So, Jimin does. He eats so well that he’s soon too full to continue munching on the food. When he’s done he groans, leaning back in his spot and closing his eyes.

“You’re such a great cook, Jeongguk-ah,” he mutters, rubbing his belly. “I think I ate too much.”

“I’m glad you did,” Jeongguk replies, standing up and picking up the plates. “It looks like you didn’t eat much these past days.”

Jimin opens his eyes and gives Jeongguk an apologetic look. But all Jeongguk does is give him a smile before he takes the plates to the kitchen. Jimin watches him come back and pick up another few plates. Only then does he feel a little bit more alive to stand up and help. He picks up the rest of the plates and takes them to the kitchen, placing them in the sink with the rest. Jeongguk settles in front of the sink and Jimin is quick to wrap his arms around Jeongguk’s middle, burrowing his face in between his shoulder blades.

“Leave them there,” he murmurs, squeezing his arms tightly around him. “You said you’d hold me once I took a bath and was well fed.”

Jeongguk chuckles. His hand falls to Jimin’s forearm, squeezing reassuringly. “I’ll be there in a minute, hyung.”

“No, now ,” Jimin urges, tugging at Jeongguk without releasing his hold around his middle. “Please, Jeongguk. I feel sleepy.”

“Do you?” Jeongguk quickly asks, turning in his arms and cupping Jimin’s cheeks. “You said you didn’t sleep much, right?” He asks. “Then, lets go. I’ll clean up later.”

Jimin nods and wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s shoulders.

“Carry me?”

Jeongguk smiles and doesn’t even hesitate. Before Jimin knows what’s happening, Jeongguk’s arm is wrapping around his waist and picking him up. Jimin’s legs wrap around Jeongguk’s waist instantly and he burrows his face into Jeongguk’s warm neck as Jeongguk takes them back to the bedroom, not seeming to struggle the slightest bit upon having to carry Jimin to the room. Of course, he isn’t struggling. He’s strong like that, always protecting Jimin so well.

Jimin nuzzles his nose under Jeongguk’s jaw, nipping at the skin gently, feeling a bit overwhelmed again.

“What is it, hyung?” Jeongguk asks, his free hand settling on Jimin’s hip.

Jimin shakes his head. Jeongguk doesn’t ask again. Instead, his thumb rubs soothing circles against Jimin’s hip until they reach the bedroom and the bed. He’s gently put down, tucked under the covers and when he notices Jeongguk isn’t getting in, Jimin reaches out in a hurry, eyebrows furrowing.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

Jeongguk shakes his head. “I’m just going to turn the lights off,” he assures. “The sun will set soon.”

Jimin relaxes and watches Jeongguk move. He turns the lights off and then heads back to the bed. He slips under the covers too and Jimin instantly latches onto him.

It’s a pleasing thing, finally having Jeongguk’s body fully against his, pressing into him. They fit together perfectly. Jeongguk’s arm circles him, keeping him close, his other hand settling on the back of Jimin’s knee, lifting it up and hooking it around his hip. Jimin molds into him, wrapping his arm around Jeongguk and slipping his hand under his shirt to feel closer somehow. He burrows his face into Jeongguk’s throat and breathes him in, closing his eyes and letting himself be engulfed by him. Jeongguk holds him tightly to his body and Jimin finally feels completely calm.

He’s safe. And he’s protected. He’s in Jeongguk’s arms. He’s so happy it feels like his heart might bursts. It makes him shift, makes him try to press closer. A whine gets stuck in his throat, frustration bubbling in his chest. He’s not sure why he’s frustrated. All he knows is that he wants to be closer to Jeongguk in some way. He needs a little bit more. Just a little.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk warns, seemingly sensing that Jimin is antsy. “Settle down. I’ve got you.”

Jimin shakes his head. “It’s not enough,” he whispers, overwhelming. “I don’t―it feels good, but I need more. There’s something,” he mumbles, pulling his hand back from where it was hidden under Jeongguk’s shirt. He places it on his chest, fisting the fabric, as if that way he’s holding onto his own hart. “There’s something wrong .”

Jeongguk shakes his head and hushes him gently, lips pressing to Jimin’s forehead.

“There’s nothing wrong, baby,” he reassures. There it is again, the gentle pet name that makes Jimin’s body warm and his toes curl. “You’re here and I’m here. I’m holding you. Everything is right as it should be.”

Jimin shakes his head. Yes and no. There’s something―something is missing.

“Please,” he whispers, shaking his head. “Please, Jeongguk-ah.”

“Tell me,” Jeongguk orders softly. His hand is cupping Jimin’s cheek now, his gaze focused on his. It’s as if he’s looking deep into Jimin’s soul. “What is it, hyung? What do you need?” Jimin shakes his head. He tries to pull back, desperation under his skin, his body shaking. Jeongguk doesn’t let him pull away. His arms tighten around Jimin and his lips press to his forehead again. “Don’t go,” he says, a soft plea in his voice. “Tell me how to fix it. Is this―am I not enough? Is there something else you need? Tell me, hyung. I’ll get it for you. I’ll do anything.”

“You are enough,” Jimin exhales, his heart constricting. There’s no universe in which Jeongguk isn’t enough. “You’re all I need. I don’t need anything else. I don’t―” he stops, body shaking.

But this time, it’s because he’s realizing something, something he hadn’t stopped to consider before. Since they met, he and Jeongguk haven’t spent a single moment far away from each other―not until Jeongguk’s trip three days ago. And their connection was so sudden and quick from the moment they met. Everything seemed to settle into place. Jimin’s omega became connected to Jeongguk in a way that seemed natural at first.

And yet now that they’ve been away from each other, Jimin realizes that it wasn’t as natural as he thought. It was much deeper. It was something else. He stares deep into Jeongguk’s eyes. There was more to it than just the instant connection, the way they got along so well from the very first moment. There was more to it. So much more.

All this time, Jimin’s omega has been connected to Jeongguk in a way that can’t be undone―not without them pulling away from each other for days, weeks, months. And so his body reacted to their separation, the dizziness, the fever, the feeling like everything was broken, his lack of appetite, his lack of sleep― everything . It was because Jimin’s omega couldn’t stand Jeongguk’s absence. Because Jimin’s omega is bonded to Jeongguk, imprinted on him.

“Hyung?” Jeongguk asks, eyebrows furrowed. His concern snaps Jimin back to the present. He’s not sure when he sat up, but Jeongguk is sitting too, both his hands on Jimin’s cheeks now. “What’s wrong? What happened? You’re worrying me. Please tell me what to do. I just want you to be okay.”

Jimin shakes his head and fists the front of his shirt.

“I think I know,” he exhales. “Why I felt this way the past three days,” he explains, swallowing down the lump in his throat. “Why it doesn’t feel like enough right now.”

Jeongguk nods. “Then, tell me,” he pleads. “Tell me so I can make it better.”

“It’s hard to explain,” Jimin murmurs. “I don’t even―”

“Tell me so I can fix it, baby,” Jeongguk interrupts. “Let me fix it, yeah?”

Jeongguk’s normally collected demeanor seems to have shifted into something different now. He sounds desperate, there’s urgency in the way he’s looking into Jimin’s eyes and holding onto his cheeks. Jimin releases his shirt and splays his hand out over Jeongguk’s heart, noticing how fast it’s beating.

“There’s nothing to fix,” Jimin whispers. “It’s me, my omega. I―it’s just that I hadn’t realized,” he tries to explain, shaking his head. “I must have imprinted on you,” he confesses, his hands trembling. Though maybe it’s Jeongguk who’s trembling. Jimin isn’t sure anymore. “I’m sure that I did. And when you left, it was a shock to my omega. It’s why I missed you so much it hurt ,” he explains. “It’s why it felt like the world was ending.”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow. He slides his hands down the sides of Jimin’s neck, across his shoulders, towards his back. He wraps his arms around him and suddenly, Jimin is being pinned down again, Jeongguk’s body covering his. It’s a strong hold that leaves him breathless and makes his head spin. Jeongguk is crushing him down, but it’s such a nice feeling. It’s like the world starts and ends with Jeongguk and there’s nowhere Jimin would rather be.

“I missed you so much it hurt too, hyung,” Jeongguk confesses. “I came back a day earlier. You didn’t notice, did you?” He asks. Jimin’s eyes widen. He wraps his arms around Jeongguk, fingers fisting the back of his shirt. “There was this feeling in my chest that I couldn’t shake off. I felt incomplete. Is that what you’re talking about?” He asks. “What do you mean you imprinted on me? You’ve never said that before.”

There’s still that desperate edge to his voice and his arms are still holding onto Jimin so tightly he almost can’t breathe. But Jimin doesn’t dare say anything. He doesn’t want Jeongguk to let go of him. He loves the way Jeongguk’s body has molded to his.

“Imprinting means that my omega bonded with you,” he whispers shakily. He closes his eyes, the confession feeling overwhelming in a way. The thing is, the bond is something Jimin doesn’t want to let go of. He doesn’t want to be away from Jeongguk for it to fade away. He wants to accept it, he wants it to invade him. He wants it to always be there, keeping him tied to Jeongguk. And he wants Jeongguk to want the same thing. “It means I want to be with you all the time. It means I feel pain when you’re not with me. It means that my omega wants you, your scent, your closeness, your touch. It means that we’re tied together in a way―or, more like I’m tied to you . Maybe you feel it a little bit, but it’ll never be the same way as it is for me.”

Jeongguk shakes his head and lifts himself up on his forearm. He looks down at Jimin with this soft expression. His gaze is loving as his fingertips trace over Jimin’s cheekbone. He looks at him so carefully, so gently.

“I might not be able to imprint the way you did,” he begins. “And maybe you think it’ll never be the same way for me as it is for you. But it sure does feel that way, hyung,” he confesses. “I hate being away from you. I like it when you’re in my lap, scenting me, spreading your scent all over me, making it so that everybody can smell you on me. I want to be tied to you, too,” he murmurs. “I want to be yours, baby. Nobody else’s.”

There’s a feeling in Jimin’s chest that’s so overwhelming it makes his eyes sting with tears. It’s a feeling that grows and expands and invades him. It takes over his body, over his soul. It makes the rest of the world fade away. And suddenly, everything is as clear as day. The way things have been between them, the way they felt the connection so easily, the way they feel around each other, so at ease and so happy and content and complete. It all makes sense.

This is how it’s always been meant to be.

“Yeah?” He asks, soft and hesitant.

“Yes,” Jeongguk exhales. “Only yours. Can I be, hyung? Can I be yours?”

Jimin nods in a hurry. “I want to be yours too.”

There is a split second during which Jeongguk just looks back at him with this sort of fascinated expression. His gaze is a little bit lost and his eyes travel down Jimin’s face, to his lips. And for a second, there’s nothing, not a small movement, not a breath of air. Then it snaps and suddenly, Jeongguk’s lips are against his and Jimin isn’t sure anything has ever felt as intense as it does to have Jeongguk pinning him down with his body while claiming his mouth in a way nobody ever has before.

Jeongguk takes as if he owns . He kisses Jimin’s mouth as if it belongs to him and it does . Jimin is his. Jimin has only ever been his, even when neither of them knew it. Jimin’s omega wants Jeongguk in a way Jimin didn’t understand before. But it’s been sending him signals, trying to make him understand that Jeongguk is all they need.

Hands slide down his sides and Jimin wraps himself around Jeongguk tightly, all arms and legs, desperate to feel locked to him in some way. He kisses Jeongguk back as best as he can, but Jeongguk is kissing him like a hungry man, urgent, desperate, messy and possessive. For all his gentle way of treating Jimin, he’s now this overwhelmingly possessive being and Jimin can’t breathe .

But it’s good. It’s so good. Jeongguk’s tongue slips past his lips, drags along the roof of his mouth, swirls around his own tongue, invades him in a way that feels so intense. Jimin isn’t used to Jeongguk’s sudden urgency, but he doesn’t mind it one bit. It makes him want to lay there pliantly, let Jeongguk take what he wants and give him what he surely knows Jimin needs. Jeongguk might know Jimin’s body more than he knows it himself because he knows where to touch, how to touch and how to kiss him to make his head spin.

“Can’t breathe,” he mumbles against Jeongguk’s mouth, slipping his hands into Jeongguk’s hair, fisting the long curls. “Can’t―”

“You don’t need to breathe,” Jeongguk grunts against his mouth. “ All you need is me .”

Truer words have never been said. All Jimin needs is Jeongguk. And so he lets Jeongguk have everything he wants. He opens up to him, tilts his head back, tries to present himself for him. Jeongguk makes a soft, pleased sound against Jimin’s mouth before he leans back a bit, just enough that he can open his eyes and look at Jimin. Jimin looks back, hazy and breathless, trying to make sense of things. But he finds that there’s no need for that. Not when Jeongguk is looking at him as if the rest of the world has stopped existing, as if there’s nothing he cares about other than this moment right here, the both of them together.

“I like the idea of you being mine, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, leaning back a bit and even though Jimin doesn’t want to stop feeling his closeness, he finds that he can’t move. Jeongguk’s hand settles on his cheek and trails down his throat, gentle, a soft weight that doesn’t linger for long before it moves down to the place where his collarbones meet, then to the side, pressing down on one of them. As he sits back on his knees, in between Jimin’s parted thighs, his hand trails down his middle, to his abdomen, it fists the shirt he has on―Jeongguk’s shirt, and lifts it up to expose his belly. Jimin’s heart flutters. “Don’t get me wrong, hyung. I know that the guys are a part of your pack. I know I’m a part of it, too. And I know it’s the way you guys communicate with each other, through scents and touches. But it made me a little bit jealous,” he confesses, placing his long fingers on Jimin’s abdomen, splaying them out as he looks up with a gaze so intense it leaves Jimin breathless. “Even if I know you don’t scent them the way you scent me,” he whispers with a small smile. “You scent me as if I’m yours. And I’ve always liked it, from the very first moment.”

Jimin reaches out, fingers fisting the front of Jeongguk’s shirt. He’s too far away.

“Because you are,” he blurts out. “I wanted them all to know that you’re mine. Everyone. You’re mine, Jeongguk. Mine, mine, mine.”

Jeongguk hums. He leans forward, covers Jimin’s body with his own and ah, it feels so good. He’s heavy and strong and he envelopes Jimin and Jimin’s omega settles at the feeling.

“Yeah,” he exhales, pressing a very soft kiss on Jimin’s lips. “I’m yours, baby. Just yours.”

Jimin places his hand on Jeongguk’s cheek, fingers brushing against the long curls behind his ear. His other hand is on the back of Jeongguk’s head, bringing him closer. Jeongguk dives in and Jimin opens his mouth, lifts his head to meet him halfway. Jeongguk kisses him again and though this time it’s not as fast and urgent as before, he can still feel that note of desperation under the slow way in which Jeongguk is moving his lips. It’s a sensual kiss, one that somehow makes Jimin even warmer. 

His toes curl and his body aches for more, for Jeongguk’s closeness, for his hands to touch his body and drive him crazy. He arches up into him, parting his lips wider, asking for more. Jeongguk seems to understand because his tongue finds solace in Jimin’s mouth, invades him once more. Fingers are squeezing around his hip, another hand is on the low of his back. Jeongguk’s body is entirely pressing him down and Jimin wouldn’t have it any other way.

“ Fuck , hyung,” Jeongguk exhales against his mouth. He bites down on Jimin’s lower lip and tugs, making him sigh softly, thighs closing around Jeongguk’s hips. “You drive me crazy, you know?” He asks. “Every time you look at me, touch me, scent me. I thought that it was just the way you are. I thought it was just your way of letting me know you cared about me, that I was important to you and your omega. But the way your pretty eyes found mine and the way you leaned into me for comfort, it made me want to have you all to myself. It made me want to lift you over my shoulder and take you away so nobody else could see your beautiful face.”

Perhaps it’s because Jimin is used to Jeongguk being so calm and collected, so perfectly in control of himself. But knowing that all this time he’s felt like that, has wanted Jimin and hoped for more―it makes his heart ache. Jimin thought too that the way things were between them was just how it was meant to be, how they naturally molded around each other. But he was wrong. There was more to it. His omega knew that Jeongguk was the person they were meant to be with.

And finally, Jimin has that. He has Jeongguk right where he belongs―with him, against him, on him.

He should be everywhere, surrounding him, invading him. His body warms at the thought of them being connected on a physical level as well. The bond is there, tugging at his heartstrings, but there’s more to it. There’s more they could have. So much more.

“Take me away,” he pleads, lifting his head and pecking Jeongguk’s lips. “You drive me crazy too. All this time, my omega has known . Yes I did all of those things because I cared about you, but also because I wanted you. I wanted your touch and your closeness, I wanted you to have eyes only for me.”

Jeongguk chuckles, pressing his face to the crook of Jimin’s neck. Jimin tilts his head back again in silent submission, hoping that Jeongguk will kiss his skin, his scent gland, everywhere . 

“Believe me, baby. I only had eyes for you,” he promises.

And finally, his lips part against his scent gland, sucking harshly against the skin. It’s so sudden it makes Jimin gasp, pleasure trailing down his body in a way that makes him hot. Everything is spinning, Jeongguk’s scent invading him. Jimin will never get tired of it.

“Yes,” he exhales, arching into Jeongguk. “Yes, yes. Don’t stop, Jeonggukie. Please, keep your mouth on me,” he pleads,

Jeongguk hums and the vibrations send a jolt of pleasure down Jimin’s body. He’s always been sensitive but something about having Jeongguk touching him like this, scenting him in such an intimate way, is much more intense than anything else has ever been. Nothing can even begin to compare to this feeling, to how perfect it is to finally be claimed by Jeongguk in this intimate way.

“How come you never asked me before to scent you?” Jeongguk asks, pulling back slightly to speak, though making sure his lips remain brushing against Jimin’s scent gland. “If I had known you’d become like this, so pliant and so eager to have me all over you, I would’ve done it ages ago,” he whispers, his tone teasing, as if he knows what his mouth is doing to Jimin, how it’s driving him crazy.

“I don’t know,” Jimin exhales. “I’ve wanted to, I just―I wasn’t sure you’d want to and―”

“Baby,” Jeongguk interrupts, suddenly leaning back entirely. A whine gets stuck in Jimin’s throat before Jeongguk’s gaze meets his and leaves him mesmerized. “Ever since we met, all I’ve lived for is to please you in every way possible. You should know,” he says, reprimanding. His warm, husky voice makes Jimin’s cheeks heat. “You should know that anything you ask for is something I would do for you. Anything ,” he insists, cupping Jimin’s cheek and shaking his head. “ Ask me ,” he orders. “Ask me for what you want.”

Jimin shakes his head. He doesn’t know what he wants because he wants so many things. There are so many desires growing in his chest, so many thoughts running wild in his head. Jimin wants Jeongguk to pin him down and kiss him; he wants to be crushed under his weight until he feels like he can’t breathe and it’s only Jeongguk giving him air; he wants Jeongguk’s mouth to trail south, across his collarbone, seeking other places that are better hidden; he wants Jeongguk’s hands to explore the spots that he’s never touched before.

He wants, wants, wants .

But he’s too embarrassed to ask for them because he knows that once he opens his mouth, a never-ending stream of pleas and whines will tumble from his lips without him being able to stop them.

Jeongguk isn’t having it, though. His hand grips Jimin’s chin in a way that feels forceful, but his fingers are gentle as they make Jimin continue staring into his eyes. “ Ask. Me. ”

It’s as if this change between them has opened up a vault of secrets that Jimin didn’t know existed. But perhaps he should have seen it under all the gentle ways in which Jeongguk took care of him. More often than not he’d give Jimin a command of sorts, always reprimanding him in that playful and sweet way, telling him to settle down whenever he couldn’t. Orders that made Jimin shudder, that made him want to please Jeongguk and do what he asked for. Now, they’re a bit more intense, stronger in a way, they make Jimin want to bend over and submit. The idea makes his skin heat and his toes curl, thighs fighting to close even though Jeongguk is in between them.

He’s growing aroused and as arousal spreads like wildfire all over his body, the signs start to show physically .

“Kiss me,” he pleads, because he feels too hot in the cheeks to ask for Jeongguk to put his mouth somewhere else. And Jeongguk seems satisfied enough by that, leaning down to kiss Jimin in that hungry way that he did before. He kisses Jimin hard and fast, his hand sliding down the side of his neck, across his shoulder, down his side until it’s on his hip, squeezing hard enough that it makes Jimin shudder. Being a human means Jeongguk isn’t stronger than he is in any way, but Jeongguk being rough makes Jimin tremble nonetheless. It feels good, to feel a bit overpowered, to feel as if Jeongguk is the one in control and all he can do is take what he’s given.

But all too soon, Jeongguk leans back and Jimin chases after him with a whine, head tilting back in search for his lips.

“You didn’t say where, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, his lips tugging up into a small smile. “Is that where you wanted the kiss?” He goes on, a teasing edge to his voice. “Or did you want it somewhere else?” Jimin’s thoughts are quick to supply images of Jeongguk’s kisses on other spots of his body and he whines in the back of his throat almost immediately. “Yeah? Where, hm? Tell me where you want my mouth, hyung.”

The back and forth between being called ‘hyung’ and ‘baby’ gives him whiplash. He’s always liked the gentle way in which Jeongguk calls him hyung, but hearing a pet name is even more exciting. The thing is, he says it in such a possessive way. He drawls out the word, as if he wants it to travel down Jimin’s body slowly, invade him in some way.

“Everywhere,” he blurts out, sinking his hands into Jeongguk’s hair and trying to pull him down. “Jeonggukie, please.”

Jeongguk leans down and places a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Jimin whines in protest, but Jeongguk’s lips continue to move. They slide across his jaw, settle under his earlobe. He leaves a feather-like kiss there. Then he moves sideways again, following the path of his jaw he just travelled across, until he’s on the corner of Jimin’s lip again. He leaves a kiss there. Jimin whimpers, frustration bubbling in his chest. Jeongguk’s lips move sideways but they skip his lips and settle on the other corner of his mouth. He stays there far too long, long enough that Jimin tries to turn his head and seek a proper kiss.

But Jeongguk is quick to move again, gliding along his jaw to his other earlobe. He leaves another soft kiss on his skin and Jimin whines louder this time. He wraps his arms around Jeongguk’s waist and locks his ankles together, squeezing tight to ensure Jeongguk doesn’t move away. Then he slides his hand down to his nape and tugs, pulling him down.

Jeongguk’s hands reach back, hold onto his wrists and lift them above his head. He pins them down on the bed, his nose brushing against Jimin’s as he looks back at him with warning in his gaze.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says, slow and deliberate. “Tell me where exactly you want my mouth,” he whispers. He leans down and pecks Jimin’s lips faintly, not nearly enough. “There?” He asks, then presses another kiss on his chin. “How about here?” Down to his throat. “Here, baby?” Jimin tightens his thighs around Jeongguk. “Maybe lower?”

Jeongguk releases his wrists, but Jimin keeps them where they are, a bit overwhelmed now that Jeongguk is heading downwards. All the desire building up inside of him is already manifesting itself in arousal, palpable in the air, all over the place. His pheromones have spread across the room and they make it feel heavy, musky with arousal. It smells so strongly, Jimin can’t help that he’s embarrassed―even if Jeongguk can’t smell it.

“You’re not speaking, baby,” Jeongguk says, bringing him back to the present. Jimin realizes that Jeongguk is now much lower, his face leveled with Jimin’s exposed abdomen. He leans down and presses a kiss there. Jimin’s back arches, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “I want you to use your words. I want you to tell me how you want me to kiss you and where ,” he demands softly. “So?” He asks, fingers hooking under the waistband of Jimin’s briefs. He doesn’t have to look down to know that he’s straining against the fabric, already hard with all of Jeongguk’s kissing, teasing and touching. He swallows down the lump in his throat, desperation making him finally speak up.

“Yes, there,” he blurts out. “Kiss me, Jeongguk-ah. I want your mouth on me―everywhere. I want you to lick me, suck me, bite me, mark me. Just― fuck . Please,” he whines, hands falling over his face as he closes his eyes to try and stop the tears that suddenly appear.

“There you go, baby,” Jeongguk replies, sounding pleased by Jimin’s outburst. “I’ll mark you up all you want,” he promises, as if that’s the only thing that he caught from what Jimin said. It doesn’t matter. He’s quick to tug down Jimin’s briefs and suddenly, Jimin’s scent is exploding around the room, even stronger than before. His cock springs free, falling heavily against his abdomen, hard and flushed. He can’t help that he’s watching, eager to look at Jeongguk down there, eager to see if there’s a chance―even if very little―that he can smell just how much Jimin wants him. “Fuck, you’re so hard already,” Jeongguk whispers, his hands lifting Jimin’s legs, helping make way to tug off his briefs entirely. Then he settles them down and places his big, strong hands on the insides of Jimin’s thighs, spreading them further apart. Jimin can’t help that he feels shy and exposed. He hasn’t been with anyone in a long time and even then, it’s never been with someone he cares about as much as he does with Jimin. It hasn’t been with someone he’s imprinted on, bonded with. “Don’t get shy on me, baby,” Jeongguk says, reaching for Jimin’s hands, that have settled in between his legs, as if trying to cover himself up. He gently moves them away, tangling his fingers with Jimin’s. “I want to see you.”

Jimin squeezes his fingers around Jeongguk’s and spreads his legs forward, wanting to please Jeongguk, wanting to do what he wants. And Jeongguk hums appreciatively, fingers slipping from Jimin’s, hands settling on his thighs again. He traces over Jimin’s skin in such a deliberate way, making his toes curl as those long, slender fingers inch closer to his cock. They never do touch him there, though and he finds himself whimpering. But one of Jeongguk’s hands slides downwards, down and down it goes, and yet he pauses. Jimin whines again, desperately arching his back in search for some friction―anything, really.

“What is that?” Jeongguk asks softly. And Jimin opens his mouth to reply, to let Jeongguk know that it’s his slick, already dribbling out of him in an obscene way, considering how turned on he is. But as his eyes open, he finds that Jeongguk’s attention isn’t in between Jimin’s legs. He’s actually looking up, searching for Jimin’s gaze. “It smells like…something sweet. Almost like candy, but…” he trails off, eyebrows furrowing. “Is that your scent, hyung?” He asks, eyebrows shooting up, his expression filling with hope.

Just the fact that he seems so hopeful about being able to smell Jimin’s pheromones makes Jimin’s omega preen. He loves it. He nods eagerly, reaching down, collecting slick with his fingers.

“Yeah, it’s my scent,” he mumbles. “Maybe it’s―I think it might be because of my slick,” he tries to explain, feeling shaky, feeling overwhelmed. Everything is happening so fast, but it’s so good and he wants more of it. He wants Jeongguk to have him fully, in every way that is possible and him being able to smell him is the perfect sort of thing. “Do you really smell it?”

Jeongguk’s attention is now on Jimin’s fingers, coated with slick, lifted in between them. It glistens on his fingers, sliding down to his palm. He feels embarrassed again upon the sight, but Jeongguk’s expression is full of fascination, his fingers wrapping around Jimin’s wrist, turning his hand so he can stare at it. Jimin’s cheeks heat.

“Slick,” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning forward, bringing his nose closer. There’s something so strangely arousing about the sight of him. He’s on his knees, in between Jimin’s thighs and he’s leaning forward, his hand on the mattress by Jimin’s waist, his eyes fluttering shut as he takes a deep breath, as if he wants to make sure he can smell all of Jimin properly. It’s an obscene sight, too. Jimin tries to pull his hand away, but Jeongguk holds on tight. “Fuck, it really does smell so sweet,” he mumbles. “I like it,” he adds, a grin taking over his lips before he leans even further and suddenly wraps his lips around Jimin’s index. He groans around the digit and Jimin moans so loud his ears ring.

“Jeongguk,” he exhales. “That’s―”

“ Delicious ,” Jeongguk hums, right after sliding back along Jimin’s fingers, collecting slick on his way. He swallows it down as if it’s nothing, his pupils blown wide as he licks at Jimin’s fingertip, grinning. “I swear, all of you is sweet, baby. I can’t get enough of you. I want to eat you up.”

Jimin’s omega loves the idea of it and Jimin manifests it with another loud moan.

“Yes,” he exhales. “Please, eat me up. Do whatever you want with me, just―I want―” he tries, a broken sob leaving his lips when Jeongguk’s fingers experimentally brush in between his ass cheeks.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Jeongguk whispers. He looks so sexy when he looks up at Jimin while having his hand down there. “I didn’t know about this, but I’m pleasantly surprised. You want me to do whatever I want with you?” He asks, lifting his hand in front of his face and staring at his slick coated fingers, a hungry expression taking over his eyes. “Is that why you’re so wet?”

Jimin whimpers. “Because I want you,” he confesses. “I want you so badly, Jeonggukie. I want you so much, I can’t even think straight. Please, please, please, ple―”

“Shh,” Jeongguk interrupts, suddenly leaning over him, pressing his slicked up fingers against Jimin’s lips. Jimin startles, surprised by the sudden feeling, but Jeongguk is watching with such heated eyes, Jimin doesn’t dare say anything. “Taste yourself for me, baby,” he orders, nudging at Jimin’s lips. “Open wide.”

Jimin doesn’t need to be told twice, he parts his lips and takes in the two fingers that Jeongguk quickly slips into his mouth. He sucks on them eagerly, making sure to stare back at Jeongguk as he does. He swirls his tongue around Jeongguk’s fingers, moaning around them as he tastes himself. Jeongguk is right. He tastes sweet and Jimin sucks on those two fingers with new-founded determination. He loves the way Jeongguk’s expression grows hot, his chest heaving as he watches Jimin suck on his fingers as if it were his cock.

“Are you putting on a show for me, baby?” Jeongguk asks, shaking his head softly. “You’re the prettiest sight in the world.”

Jimin whimpers, the words going straight to his cock. He feels it twitch, feels arousal grow stronger, enough that it’s making him desperate. He clenches hard around nothing, wishing Jeongguk would touch him in some way, relieve some of the pressure.

“Jeonggukie,” he pleads, releasing his fingers, pressing a kiss to them, hands shaky as he holds onto Jeongguk’s wrist with both of them. “I want you. I want you, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Jeongguk groans. He suddenly drops down and burrows his face into Jimin’s neck, nuzzling into his skin. It sends a shiver down Jimin’s body, even though it’s nothing compared to everything else they just did.

“M’sorry,” Jeongguk murmurs against his skin, pressing a kiss there before he goes on. “I’m just so fascinated by you, I can’t help that I want to learn everything that I haven’t known existed up until this moment,” he explains. “But you can show me all of it later, right?” He asks, lifting himself up on his forearm, staring into Jimin’s eyes again. “Promise you’ll show me everything?”

Jimin nods eagerly. “I will. I’ll show you anything you want. I promise, Jeonggukie.”

Jeongguk nods, a satisfied smile on his lips. He leans in and kisses Jimin and Jimin melts against the mattress, warmth spreading all over his body. Jeongguk doesn’t stay there for long, but it’s a kiss that lasts long enough it makes Jimin’s head spin. It leaves him like putty on the bed as Jeongguk slides down until his head is settled in between Jimin’s thighs and his arms are wrapped around them, holding him in place while he brings his head down and instantly bites down on the inside of Jimin’s right thigh.

He gasps, back arching, pleasure tingling up his spine. He reaches down and wraps his hand around himself, unable to hold back. Jeongguk’s tongue suddenly licks at the head and Jimin moans loudly, pleasure shooting up his spine this time, making everything spin.

“Are you so desperate you can’t help but touch yourself?” Jeongguk asks. “Here am I wanting to please you and yet you’re being naughty, touching yourself without permission,” he chastises, but he doesn’t sound reprimanding. If anything, he sounds amused. “Let me be the one to give you what you need, baby. Let me drive you crazy with pleasure.”

Jimin nods, releasing his cock and Jeongguk’s mouth is instantly there, wrapping around the head, suckling on it in a way that makes Jimin’s toes curl. He moans again, fingers slipping into Jeongguk’s hair. He fists the long curls, overwhelming pleasure invading his body. It’s everywhere. It’s intense and his muscles pull taut, his eyes fluttering shut.

Jeongguk takes more of his cock into his mouth, all the way until Jimin is deep at the back of his throat and as soon as he’s settled there, his tongue gliding along the underside, Jimin shudders, thighs closing around Jeongguk’s head. But Jeongguk’s arms spread them wider, open him up and keep him there. Jimin lifts his free hand above his head, fisting the pillow, trying to hold on for dear life because Jeongguk is pulling back, hollowing his cheeks, sliding his tongue obscenely around Jimin’s cock.

He’s been hard for too long and maybe that’s why he’s sensitive, but Jeongguk doesn’t seem to want to focus on Jimin’s cock. It seems that his attention is somewhere else because before Jimin can start begging for more, Jeongguk is suddenly turning him around. He gasps when he finds himself on his belly, but Jeongguk’s hands quickly spread his ass cheeks and he licks a long path along Jimin’s rim.

Jimin’s body shakes violently, pleasure filling his senses.

“You taste so good, baby,” Jeongguk groans, licking across his hole again. Jimin pushes his ass back, spreads his legs in hopes to feel more of that deliciously hot pleasure bubbling in the low of his abdomen. “Does it feel good?” He asks, as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing to Jimin right now.

It does feel good. It feels so overwhelmingly good, he can’t think, he can’t breathe. He can’t do anything but lay there and take what Jeongguk is giving him. Hot tears slide down his cheeks as he nods. He’s sure his voice gives him away when he replies.

“So good,” he exhales. “More, more, more.”

Jeongguk hums, suddenly closing his lips around Jimin’s rim. He sucks on it and Jimin swears he sees stars. Nobody has ever taken their time with him like this, nobody has ever made him feel like this . A sob leaves his lips, but it’s muffled by the pillow as he drops his face into it, too overwhelmed to do anything more but lay there pliantly and let Jeongguk feast on him.

It’s a combination of several things. All of Jeongguk’s gentle attentions as soon as he got back from his trip, fixing him a bath, cooking him food, holding him, scenting him, taking care of him, kissing him, giving him pleasure, it’s all too much.

“Don’t cry, baby,” Jeongguk whispers, pulling back for a split second. “Does it feel so good you’re overwhelmed?”

He sounds concerned, as if he’s worried Jimin might be crying because he’s not enjoying himself. So Jimin is quick to nod, sniffling when he lifts his head.

“Just―it’s so good, Jeonggukie,” he mumbles, tears sliding down his cheeks. “It’s so good, I don’t―please, don’t stop. I want to cum. I want―”

“What do you want?” Jeongguk asks, licking across his rim again. “Is this not enough? Do you want my fingers too?” Before Jimin can beg for them, two of Jeongguk’s fingers slip past his rim and settle deep inside of him. The sudden intrusion shocks him and makes him shake violently with pleasure. It doesn’t push him over the edge but it does bring a warm and familiar sensation to the low of his belly, making his toes curl. Jimin burrows his face deeper into the pillow, unable to form coherent sentences now that Jeongguk’s slender fingers are deep inside of him. They crook tentatively and brush against his prostate, making everything spin. He moans loudly against the pillow, the sound muffled, but still pretty easy to hear. “Is it that you want to be stuffed full, baby?” Jeongguk asks, pressing a kiss to the middle of Jimin’s spine. “You’re so wet and so tight, but you’re opening up so well for me. Are my fingers also not enough?”

Jimin doesn’t know how to speak. He doesn’t even know how to breathe. His body has stopped functioning and all that he’s aware of is the pleasure that’s invading his body in all possible ways. Jeongguk’s fingers pull out and thrust back in, crooking deep inside of him and brushing against his sensitive prostate. It makes him jolt with pleasure every single time. And in between, Jeongguk’s tongue also swirls around his rim, slips past it with his fingers, makes Jimin shudder.

It’s a lot and yet Jimin wants more. He really does. He’s greedy and he’s desperate and he wants Jeongguk to be inside of him―not just his fingers, no. He wants his cock.

“Please,” he blurts out. “ Fuck me , Jeonggukie. I want more than your fingers, I want―” he cuts himself off, cheeks heating as the words almost stumble past his lips.

“What do you want?” Jeongguk asks, when Jimin doesn’t continue. He pulls his fingers back and thrusts back in with both of them, though this time he doesn’t crook them inside of Jimin. “Tell me what you want, baby. Ask for it.”

“I want your cock,” Jimin blurts out. “I want it. I want it inside of me. Please, Jeonggukie. Please, just―”

His words are cut off by his gasp as Jeongguk turns him around again so effortlessly. He’s on his back, but there’s no time for him to process what’s happening before Jeongguk is settled in between his thighs, expert fingers quickly undoing his own pants. He doesn’t bother taking them off, just slides them down with his briefs all the way to the middle of his thighs. Jimin watches as his cock springs free, hard and flushed. Warmth licks up his spine, the desire to have him inside growing.

Jeongguk’s fingers circle the base of his cock and he groans as he strokes himself a few times, as if trying to relieve the pressure. Jimin watches with fascination, his imagination quickly running wild. He wants to feel Jeongguk’s cock dragging along his walls, invading him, stuffing him full. His toes curl and his hands reach down, circling Jeongguk’s hips.

“ Jeonggukie ,” he pleads.

Eyes meet his. Jeongguk pauses, almost as if he’s hesitating. But then he speaks up.

“Do you have condoms, baby?”

Jimin quickly shakes his head. “No condoms,” he breathes out. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”

Jeongguk releases a shaky breath.

“I haven’t either,” he whispers and then his lips tug up into a smile. “You’re the only one I’ve wanted for a very long time, baby.”

Jimin whines, tugs at Jeongguk’s hips.

“ Hurry .”

Jeongguk doesn’t need to be told twice. He places his hand on the back of Jimin’s thigh and lifts it up slight, his other hand wrapped around his cock as he lines himself up to Jimin’s hole.

“You’re so wet, I bet I could slip right into you,” he murmurs and as if to prove his point, he tenses, hips pushing forward, the head of his cock easily slipping past Jimin’s rim. It’s a bit of a stretch, but Jimin’s body opens up to Jeongguk, pleasure running down his spine. “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Jeongguk groans.

Jimin doesn’t get a warning before Jeongguk presses further in, all the way until he’s nestled perfectly inside of Jimin, the head of his cock dangerously close to his prostate. A drawn out sigh leaves Jeongguk’s lips and his hands circle Jimin’s hips, holding on tightly. Jimin chokes on a moan, the feeling of Jeongguk inside of him so intense it makes his body jerk, back arching, hole clenching around Jeongguk’s cock.

Jeongguk mumbles something about Jimin being so eager, but before Jimin can say anything about it, he’s pulling back slowly, letting his cock drag along Jimin’s walls in a tantalizingly slow way. It drives him crazy, but he’s well rewarded when a second later, Jeongguk thrusts back into him, his hips pressing to Jimin’s ass cheeks.

A wave of pleasure takes over him and he lifts his thighs, securing them against Jeongguk’s hips. He places his hands on Jeongguk’s back, realizes he’s still wearing all of his clothes and quickly slips his hands under, touching his heated skin. Muscles ripple under his touch and as he slides downwards, Jeongguk starts moving properly. Back and forth, making Jimin’s body jostle upwards every time he thrusts deep into him, hips slapping against his ass cheeks.

Jimin’s hands reach Jeongguk’s ass cheeks and he pushes him forward, guides the movement of his hips and starts moving his own to meet him halfway. Intense pleasure licks up his spine, starts to invade his senses. He feels his orgasm starting to grow, heat spreading like wildfire all over his limbs. He can’t think, he can’t breathe. Everything is so overwhelmingly good. Jeongguk’s cock pushes into him over and over again, angled in a perfect way, hitting his prostate with each thrust.

There’s so much slick dribbling out of Jimin that the obscene squelching sound of Jeongguk’s cock moving in and out of him quicky fills the room. It’s the only thing that can be heard, aside from their moans and low grunts. Jeongguk himself has grown quiet, occasionally mumbling something about how good Jimin is taking him before he loses himself to pleasure.

His lips press to Jimin’s chin, up and up until he’s capturing Jimin’s mouth. He kisses him hungrily again, urgent and desperate. He claims his mouth the same way he did before and Jimin melts into it. He slides his hands up, sinking his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair and holding onto him for dear life as pleasure starts to escalate dangerously quick.

It’s overwhelming. It’s overpowering. It’s everywhere. Jimin wants more of it. He wants it to be all he can fell. He wants it to be the only thing he can think about for days on end.

“Ah, hyung,” Jeongguk grunts against his mouth. “You have no idea how good it feels inside of you,” he whispers. “I want to stay here,” he murmurs, reaching between them, pressing his hand to Jimin’s belly. The pressure makes Jimin gasp, flames bursting under his skin. It feels so good it makes tears form in his eyes again. He’s so close, he can feel release right there, close to the tips of his fingers. “Deep inside of you. For hours. You’re so warm and so wet and you’re squeezing me so tight. Do you want me to stay here too?” He asks. “Want me to keep my cock deep inside of you so you’re satisfied?”

Jimin nods eagerly. Yes, he wants Jeongguk’s cock. He wants to do whatever Jeongguk wants. He wants to be good for him.

“Please, please, I― ah ,” his voice cuts off with a moan, his back arching as another intense wave of pleasure invades him.

He feels it then, his orgasm suddenly exploding around him and it makes his muscles pull so tight, it hurts. But the pleasure that takes over his body is so good, Jimin’s head spins and everything turns white and he loses his breath, toes curling as Jeongguk suddenly grunts and pushes his hips forward faster, slapping his hips against Jimin’s ass cheeks until he also reaches his high.

Jimin feels it, in between the intense waves of pleasure. He feels Jeongguk’s cock pulsing deep inside of him, cum spilling. It feels like the waves of pleasure never stop. It’s as if he’s coming over and over again, never being able to stop feeling the pleasure. Tears spill down his cheeks, but Jeongguk’s lips are pressing to them, collecting the salty tears. He kisses him all over, until his lips capture Jimin’s again and he whines against Jeongguk’s mouth, overwhelmed.

He still feels breathless, but he doesn’t want to move an inch. He wants them to stay exactly as they are. So he wraps himself tightly around Jeongguk and burrows his face into his neck.

“Don’t go,” he pleads. “I don’t want to move, yet. I want you to stay inside of me and hold onto me and never let me go.”

Jeongguk doesn’t try to move away, nor does he try to pull back. He settles against Jimin, pushing him down with his body, crushing him into the mattress. It’s the nicest feeling in the world. Jimin relaxes, rubbing his nose along Jeongguk’s jaw.

“Baby,” Jeongguk whispers against his ear. There’s a hand on Jimin’s hip, Jeongguk’s thumb rubbing soft circles against his skin. “I’ll never let you go,” he promises. “Because I love you. I love you so much, hyung.”

Jimin’s heart feels full. A flutter settles deep in his belly and he smiles as he nuzzles into Jeongguk’s neck again, spreading his musky scent all over him.

“I love you too,” he confesses. “I love you a lot, Jeonggukie.”

He feels breathless still and a bit shaky, the aftermaths of his orgasm already catching up to him, making him feel drowsy and pleasantly tired. But he’s content as he is and he doesn’t want to move an inch.

Jeongguk hums. “You’re my everything. I want to be yours forever.”

Jimin likes that. He nips at Jeongguk’s skin gently.

“And I want to be yours forever, too,” he murmurs. “All yours.”

Jeongguk presses a kiss under his earlobe.

“All mine,” he agrees.

Jimin relaxes in his spot, his eyes fluttering shut, his body relaxing furthermore. Exhaustion weighs heavy on him, the past three days too much for him. And now that Jeongguk is here, he feels safe again, he feels complete. He’s okay. Everything is okay as long as he’s in Jeongguk’s arms.

“Yours,” he exhales, sleep already starting to take over him.

Jeongguk says something else, but Jimin doesn’t hear it this time around. Sleep takes over him, satisfaction clinging to his limbs along the way.