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He’s doing it again.
Leaning in close with an attentive and friendly grin. He must find what the other said amusing, because Jungkook sees small hands clutch at the alpha’s suit jacket, a full body laugh overtaking him. It causes him to curl in closer to the other, but the owner of the jacket doesn’t seem to mind.
Instead, the alpha gazes down at him completely – and utterly – besotted.
Jungkook can’t blame him.
Park Jimin’s presence demands attention.
It comes naturally to him, Jungkook knows. Whether the omega tries to or not, appreciative eyes are always on him. Whether he’s being sultry on stage, cute in front of the camera, or just every day Jimin – people take notice. Alphas, betas, omega. Jungkook has seen it all.
Jungkook knows this, and still he can’t help but glare darkly at the other alpha from across the stage, a possessive snarl threatening to slip past his clenched jaw.
Which would be bad, seeing as how they’re currently at an award show in front of hundreds of cameras.
“Smile, Jungkook.” Namjoon nudges him slightly, dimples on show as he waves at the audience before bowing once more. The show has come to an end and now they were set to thank the audience and fans that were watching, confetti falling all over as dozens of idol groups came up to the stage to thank the viewers.
Jungkook wills his glare to lessen, a strained smile on his lips forming as he waves and bows to a particularly demanding camera man.
“Sorry, Hyung.” The young alpha murmurs to the beta beside him, guilt settling heavy within him. They don’t need the media to use their expressions and reactions for clickbait articles – even if some of them wouldn’t stray too far from the truth.
“It’s alright. He’s just friendly, you can’t fault him for that.” Namjoon reassures him and settles his arm over his shoulder. Jungkook appreciates it knowing the elder was doing it to ground him, as well as to keep him in line. It wouldn’t be good for their image if Jungkook rushed the other alpha on national television.
Dispatch would have a field day.
“I know that,” Jungkook glances over briefly to where Jimin is, shoulders tensing under the weight of Namjoon’s arm as the alpha leans down to whisper something into Jimin’s ear. The omega slaps at the other’s chest, eyes narrowed in that playful way of his.
Right.
That’s fine.
Jimin is his own person. He can have his friends and enjoy the company of others without Jungkook looming over him like some hormone-crazed possessive alpha that’s always being shown on those shitty K-dramas.
He’s not that type of alpha.
He refuses to be.
He’s better than that – Jimin deserves better than that.
Still, Jungkook can’t deny the jealous feelings he gets seeing his (unmarked) mate so close to another alpha.
It’s… difficult. His wolf certainly doesn’t like it, if the snarling and constant thoughts of Mine, mine, mine, is anything to go by. The visions that follow consist mostly of him rushing the alpha, possibly tearing into him in an admittingly violent manner, and then mating Jimin on national television in front of a live, studio audience and millions of at-home viewers, give or take a few.
Forget Dispatch, every South Korean news outlet would have a field day. Possibly all of Asia, to be honest.
And the fandom wars… Jungkook can only imagine the bloodbath twitter would be.
“I know that,” he mutters again, finding it difficult to look away. It’s kind of dumb. He’s kind of dumb.
As if feeling the younger’s gaze on him, Jimin turns around briefly and notices his staring. The elder gives him that smile. The one that drives Jungkook’s heart into overdrive and leaves him wondering if he’ll go into an early cardiac arrest. At this point, it’s more than likely.
Jimin subtly gestures with his eyes for Jungkook to look out into the crowd, eyes fond as he mouths something like, ‘Pay attention,’ and ‘Kookie’.
Fuck.
He’s so far gone for Park Jimin.
“If you know that, stop staring,” Seokjin says from somewhere behind him. “You’re always so obvious. I don’t know which is worse, your lovesick heart eyes or your jealous glaring.” The eldest laughs and takes a couple of jabs at his sides playfully, always a jokester whenever in front of the camera.
It’s also a way to draw Jungkook’s ire before the young alpha does something he regrets.
Jungkook huffs and bats at the beta’s hands, finally turning away from the sight of Jimin and the alpha whose name he still doesn’t know. Which is – whatever. He doesn’t need the alpha’s name to know he could take him on in a fight.
If they had a fight.
Not that they would, though, because he’s a good alpha and Jimin would be pissed.
And… well. As arousing (and terrifying) that sight is – truly, it is – Jungkook doesn’t want to hurt Jimin by starting some bullshit alpha pissing contest.
That he’d win.
Without a fucking doubt.
“I’m not obvious,” he grumbles. Namjoon snorts beside him.
That’s… fair.
“Okay. I’m not that obvious, Hyung.” Jungkook ducks and throws a light jab back at the beta’s side, a small grin already forming on his lips. Seokjin coos at the sight and moves to smother him in hugs and kisses, the younger laughing and trying to push him away, ducking back against Namjoon.
“You’re pretty obvious, Kook.” Namjoon watches on with amusement, steading hands settling on Jungkook’s shoulders. The leader gives Seokjin a look and the beta mutters something about ruining his fun before settling down, arms crossing.
“Yeah, the only reason you two haven’t been outed is thanks to Jiminie’s friendly nature and the media’s obliviousness.” Seokjin muses, glancing over quickly to see where the others were. It seems the farewell ceremony was just about ready to wind down and finish. He spots the others mingling with some familiar faces and relaxes, turning his attention back on Jungkook. “You know you have nothing to worry about, right? It’s Jimin, Jungkook. He thinks you’re his world and that you hung the stars and moon yourself. Frankly, you two are so in love it’s disgusting.” The beta teases, voice lowering as to whisper his last few words.
“I know that,” Jungkook is starting to think those are the only words he knows. “Knowing that doesn’t stop my wolf from wanting to knot Jiminie-hyung in front of everyone, though.” The young alpha says a bit louder than he should, if the choked sounds of a nearby idol is anything to go by. Jungkook lowers his voice, shooting his two older bandmates a sheepish look. “You’re right, I know he wouldn’t – they’re just friends. I don’t ever doubt that, Hyung.”
Jungkook has the utmost trust in Jimin. Even without a mating mark, they’re bound to each other – mates in every sense of the word.
“I just hate smelling other scents on him that aren’t ours,” or mine, the last bit is left unsaid as the young alpha whispers his confession, stopping himself from looking at Jimin. “I won’t do anything stupid to jeopardize our group, don’t worry.”
The two betas look at him with fond grins as the staff start guiding the idols off the stage, the closing ceremony coming to an end.
“Joon-ah… isn’t he the cutest?” Seokjin reaches forward to stroke at his hair, much to the young alpha’s chagrin. “Our baby alpha has grown up so much,” the beta coos and teases him further. “Jiminie has trained you well, hasn’t he Jungkook-ah?”
“Hyung!” Jungkook whines, low and embarrassed as he pulls back from those teasing hands and sends another quick jab at Seokjin. His attempts at warding off the other has Namjoon laughing as they move closer towards the exit, this time not stopping the older beta from having his fun with their youngest.
Jungkook knows he could force Seokjin to stop if he truly wanted, and while the younger was more aggressive when he first presented, Jungkook always tries to rein back the instinct to seriously dominate and show aggression towards his bandmates – his pack.
Jungkook may be an alpha but he respects his hyungs more than anything.
Besides, Seokjin wasn’t too far off when he said Jimin had trained him well. When he had presented he had certainly been… difficult. Honestly, Jungkook knows he had been downright unbearable at times, throwing his weight around and snarling whenever he felt someone was challenging him even when they weren’t.
It didn’t take long for Jimin to take matters into his own hands.
Jungkook stops that train of thought for… obvious reasons.
The rest of their members had finally gathered around after bidding farewell to their friends, freeing Jungkook from Seokjin’s relentless teasing. Unable to help himself, Jungkook turns to see whether Jimin has finished talking to the alpha.
Through the crowd of moving idols, Jungkook catches the sight of the alpha’s hand moving to rest behind Jimin’s neck, thumb brushing over the omega’s scent gland.
Jimin jerks back noticeably from the alpha, eyes narrowing as his smile drops immediately and Jungkook–
Jungkook sees red.
A heat, dark and coiling surges from deep within him. The young alpha suddenly leaves their group despite Namjoon’s attempts at calling him back and pushes past the crowd of idols, uncaring of the confused looks and glares shot his way. His jaw clenches tight to keep his growls – possessive and downright bestial – from slipping past his lips.
Jungkook is in front of the pair within mere moments, eyes dark as they stay rooted firmly on the alpha.
“Jiminie-hyung,” his voice is rough, a hint of a snarl threatening to tear from his throat. “Namjoon-hyung wants us back. We’re leaving soon,” he manages to string two sentences together while somehow controlling the urge to tear into the other alpha’s throat. Still, Jungkook can’t stop himself from pressing a hand against the small of Jimin’s back, guiding the omega closer to him and away from the glaring alpha.
“Jungkookie!” Jimin greets him with relief clear in his eyes, willingly stepping closer into Jungkook’s space and practically attaching himself to the younger’s hip. Jungkook notices the way Jimin’s shoulders loosen at his presence and wastes no time in back hugging the other, arms resting securely around his slim waist, dark eyes fixed pointedly on the other alpha.
Jimin sinks back against his hold with a pleased murmur before blinking, head tilting back as he takes in the sight of Jungkook’s tousled hair. “What’s up with your hair? Did Jin-hyung get to you again?” He chuckles softly when Jungkook nods, voice fond as small hands reach up to try and fix the bird’s nest Seokjin left behind. “Honestly, that hyung… he should know better than to mess up your hair while at an award show.”
Jungkook leans into the gentle touch before subtly nosing against Jimin’s neck, unable to resist the familiar, soothing action despite the hundreds of cameras trained upon them. For now, they can still play it off as the maknae hugging his hyung, despite their statuses.
The sour, repulsive stench of another alpha’s scent hits him and Jungkook goes rigid. He fails to bite back the sharp, threatening snarl that slips past his lips, teeth bared in challenge – thankfully hidden against the omega’s shoulder and hopefully not caught on camera. The other alpha shoots him a smug look, knowing he had succeeded in rubbing his scent on Jimin with only that brief touch before the omega had managed to pull away.
Jungkook wonders how smug the other would be if they were to settle this elsewhere with no prying eyes nearby – no one to witness the young alpha freely let go of the reigns on his wolf. His arms tighten around Jimin’s waist, jaw clenching shut to try and hide the way his canines were elongating, dark eyes already starting to bleed red.
Fingertips trace gently over his hands and forearms, soothing over the bulging veins his clenched grip on Jimin’s waist had caused. The touch is light, given in a way that appears accidental should anyone glance over. It grounds him. Stops him from doing something they’d all regret.
Well.
He wouldn’t regret it much… but his hyungs would never let him live it down.
“It seems like the award ceremony is closing, sunbaenim, we’ll have to catch up some other time!” Even without looking, Jungkook knows Jimin has a friendly – if small – smile on his lips.
Jimin has always been great at keeping up appearances.
But Jungkook can hear the way the omega’s voice lacks any real warmth as he bids the other a farewell, bowing his head politely.
“Jimin-ah, wait-” The alpha attempts to reach forward but Jimin is already turning around as if he hadn’t heard him, reaching up to pat lightly at Jungkook’s chest. “Come on, let’s not keep Joonie-hyung and the others waiting.” With that, Jimin grasps Jungkook’s hand and starts leading him back to their members without giving the other alpha a chance to respond.
Jungkook follows Jimin with little resistance – but not before peering back over his shoulder to shoot a last, vicious glare tinged with something smug.
They leave a fuming alpha behind.
Jungkook knows an out of the way supply closet isn’t the best place to start this. He also knows that he should wait until they get to their dorms, where privacy is a given and they wouldn’t run the risk of getting caught by strangers.
But there’s only so much he can take before his patience reaches its limit.
Jungkook slams the door shut behind him, dark eyes narrowed as he stalks forward, crowding a wide-eyed Jimin against the closet’s paint-chipped wall. The omega’s hands reach up to press against the younger’s chest, pink tongue peeking out as he licks his lips.
“Jungkookie… don’t you think this can wait until we’re at the dorms-”
“Jimin,” Jungkook cuts him off, voice rough as his hands settle on Jimin’s hips, head ducking low to nose over the older male’s scent gland. He picks up that alpha’s sour scent over the usual soothing smell of evening rains and peaches. A low snarl rises from deep within the young alpha’s chest, hands tightening their grip as he presses closer. “You smell like him, hyung.”
Jungkook hates it. Hates that he wasn’t able to get there in time. He knew the moment that alpha had pressed his hand to Jimin’s neck it was to rub his own scent on the smaller male – to scent his mate.
Had they been anyone else – had they been wearing each other’s mating mark – Jungkook would have been well within his right to jump the other right then and there.
“Do I?” Jimin’s hands curl against the alpha’s chest, swallowing roughly as his neck tilts – unbidden – to offer the younger better access. Jungkook grunts softly, pleased as he mouths at the tender skin. He lavishes the omega’s scent gland with sharp nips and soothing licks, determined in removing every single trace of the other alpha.
Jimin arches against Jungkook’s mouth with a groan as the younger focuses entirely on scenting his mate, unable to help the way heat coils low in his belly. His hands reach up to tug at the alpha’s hair, lips parting with a gasp at a particularly bruising suck.
“F-Fuck… Jungkookie…”
Jungkook’s eyes darken at the tug on his hair before noticing the change in Jimin’s scent. It thickens, heavy and sweet with traces of slick already present.
“He touched you, hyung.” Strong hands move downwards to knead firmly at the thick swell of Jimin’s ass, drawing a moan from the omega’s lips. “Tried to scent you – make you smell like his.” Jungkook growls out, rutting his hips impatiently against Jimin’s, the alpha already half hard and straining against the tight fit of his dress pants.
“Jungkook-” Jimin doesn’t get the chance to respond before he’s suddenly being turned around, Jungkook’s larger form pinning him up against the closet wall to cage him in. He curses, breathless, as those same strong hands slip underneath his shirt and pants, one palming firmly at his leaking cock while the other settles possessively against his stomach.
Jimin knows it’s mostly subconscious. Instinctual. But having Jungkook’s hand so securely, protectively, pressed against his belly finally pushes him over the edge. Jimin feels the moment his pants get ruined as a thick glob of slick trickles out of him, his hole clenching uselessly around nothing.
And that’s what finally sets Jungkook off, Jimin realizes.
The alpha practically glues himself to the omega’s back before rutting against the swell of his ass with sharp, forceful thrusts. It drags a strangled groan from Jimin’s lips, eyes half-lidded as he glances down and takes in the sight of his mate’s veiny hand jerking him off in time with his thrusts. It’s messy and clumsy and wet as Jungkook palms at the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum all over his length to make the drag smoother. Jimin bites his lower lip hard at the captivating view before tilting his head back to rest it against Jungkook’s shoulder, baring his neck to the younger. He can’t help but to laugh breathlessly – fondly – as Jungkook immediately occupies the offered space, nosing and scenting the bared skin with a whine full of need.
He knows it’s useless to argue, now.
“So impatient… you couldn’t even wait until we got home?” Jimin asks, eyes fluttering shut as his hands brace against the wall, legs spreading instinctively from the desperate need to feel the younger inside him. His hips jolt forward to fuck into Jungkook’s hand before pressing back against the alpha’s tented cock, full lips curling into a grin as he looks over his shoulder and sees his mate’s strained expression.
“Are you going to make hyung yours, pup? Fuck me until I’m crying and begging and aching on your knot?” A mischievous glint flashes in the omega’s eyes. Jimin grinds back against Jungkook once more, the thought of someone walking in on them the furthest thing from his mind right now. Especially when he sees how much he’s affecting his mate. Jungkook’s pupils are blown wide open, dark eyes filled with lust as the pure scent of territorial and aroused alpha pours from the younger. Just a whiff of his scent has Jimin reeling, one hand moving down to grip Jungkook’s impressive length through his pants as he gazes back at him, eyes half-lidded. “Want to feel you in me, Jungkookie...”
“Fuck, hyung…” Jimin’s words and touch has Jungkook trembling, the alpha torn between rutting into Jimin’s hand or pausing long enough to rip their clothes off and finally thrust into the omega’s heat.
It doesn’t take long before he decides on the latter.
“Bet you’re eager for it, aren’t you?” Jungkook growls, voice dropping low as he meets Jimin’s coy look with one of his own. “Can’t wait to fuck you hyung… wanna see you sitting on my knot all nice and pretty.” He grinds down against Jimin’s hand with a wicked grin while moving to grasp onto Jimin’s form fitting pants to tug and –
… meets immediate resistance.
Jungkook tugs again, a grumbled curse leaving his lips as the damn thing refuses to budge, Jimin’s slim form stumbling from the force of Jungkook’s pull.
“Why are these always so hard to take off,” Jungkook whines, glaring down at the elder’s pants as if they’ve done him a grave disservice. His complaint has Jimin breaking character, the omega giggling bodily as he leans back against Jungkook’s hold, utterly endeared by his mate.
“Hyung! It’s not funny – seriously how do you even breathe in these?” Jungkook asks, trying to scowl but failing miserably. It’s kind of physically impossible to scowl when hearing Jimin’s laugh.
Jungkook’s pretty sure it’s like, some universal law, or something.
His hyungs say he’s utterly whipped.
He can’t really refute that.
“I thought you liked it when I wear tight pants,” Jimin teases, eyes closing into crescents as he smiles back at Jungkook and shimmies his hips in order to help the younger undress him.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Jungkook was so fucking past whipped.
“Not when it keeps me from fucking you,” Jungkook murmurs quietly, words at odds with how he leans forward to claim Jimin’s lips in a tender kiss. The angle has to be uncomfortable, because the omega is still facing the wall and has to angle his head to properly kiss back. Still, Jimin wastes no time in returning the kiss with a soft, content sound as his hand reaches up to cradle Jungkook’s cheek.
Responsibilities, troubles, shitty alphas with no sense of decency – all of it fades away.
Instead, like they often do, they get lost in each other.
A firm suck on the tip of his tongue draws a muffled moan from Jungkook’s lips. He melts easily into the older’s touch, Jimin’s thumb brushing lovingly over his flushed cheeks as the omega moves to trail soft pecks all over his jaw.
Sometimes, Jungkook thinks back to all of their past hardships. All of the struggles they had to overcome, the misunderstandings, his mistakes –
Jimin had once promised Jungkook he’d go to the moon with him.
It had been earlier on in their relationship – when Jungkook wasn’t as confident with his affections.
Back then – words that came effortlessly to others would, more often than not, get lodged in his throat, incapable of spilling out his love for this boy who did so much – gave so much… and always, always, always made his heart race.
He hadn’t said it back then, when Jimin had promised him that. He had been too embarrassed – too inexperienced in everything involving holding someone’s fragile heart in their hands. Still, even in those confusing times – he had felt that pull.
There are three universal laws that Jungkook believes in, and they all pertain to a certain Park Jimin.
The first law, he’s sure, is fundamental. It is physically impossible to frown – or scowl, or glare, or do anything other than look on like a lovestruck fool, really – when hearing Jimin’s laugh. And when Jimin gifts him one of his full body laughs? Giggling against Jungkook’s shoulder from some lame joke Seokjin had made, smelling so sweetly of peaches?
Yeah. It’s just not possible.
The second law is instinctual. Even before Jungkook had known Jimin – truly known him – the alpha has always felt a certain pull. Despite the confusion, fear, and insecurities that kept him from realizing how he felt back then – his younger self had never denied that pull.
Their fans had termed him Satellite Jeon with amusement, his instinctual trailing after the omega obvious for all to see.
In more ways than one, they were right.
Because, much like how the tides are pulled by the moon’s gravitational force – Jungkook will always be drawn to Jimin.
Jungkook doesn’t need to visit some far off, unattainable place.
Not when he has Jimin.
“Jungkook.”
Jungkook blinks, suddenly brought back from his thoughts. He’s greeted by a soft peck to the tip of his chin and Jimin’s warm gaze.
“Welcome back,” Jimin greets him, used to his mate’s habit of getting lost in thought. It doesn’t tend to happen often when they’re in the midst of making out, thought.
“For someone so eager to fuck me in some dirty, unused storage closet… you’re sure taking your time.” Jimin teases him before facing the wall once more. His pants are pulled down to his thighs, the tight material keeping Jimin’s legs locked together as a small hand reaches back to grasp the soft swell of his ass.
Jungkook’s breath hitches, watching as Jimin bares himself open. The omega gazes back at him with hooded eyes and a knowing smirk, dripping wet hole on full display.
“Well?” Jimin arches his back, always knowing how to make Jungkook go absolutely mad. “Aren’t you gonna claim what’s yours, pup?”
Jungkook growls, the sound deep and guttural as he hastily unbuttons his own pants to free his hard length. The head of his cock slaps wetly against his abs before he grasps it firmly and scoots forward, guiding the thick head between Jimin’s slick drenched cheeks, smearing his precum against the omega’s rim. “Bent over and begging for my cock so prettily… who’s the eager one now, hyung?”
Jimin bites his lower lip to keep a needy whine from slipping past his lips. He arches his back further to press back against Jungkook’s cock. “Maybe if you actually fucked me I wouldn’t have to resort to beg-”
Jimin’s taunt is cut short as Jungkook suddenly slams all the way in, forcing a sharp cry from the omega’s lips as the younger spears him open with no warning.
“F-Fuck…” Jimin gasps at the overwhelming stretch, chest heaving for air as he falls back against Jungkook’s chest. Strong arms wrap around Jimin’s slim waist. It’s the only thing keeping him grounded as Jungkook’s thick cock splits him in two.
The burn is intense. It always is.
“Feels so good, hyung,” Jungkook groans against Jimin’s ear as he buries himself fully, the omega’s hole clenching unbearably tight around him. It’s hot and wet and Jimin’s closed thighs makes everything so much tighter. It urges something deep and primal within Jungkook to start thrusting in earnest, his wolf blinded by the need to fuck and claim the omega. The alpha clenches his jaw and ignores the urge, muscles tensing as he stills his hips to let Jimin get used to the stretch.
“Okay?” Jungkook asks, despite knowing how much the older loves being taken unprepared, if only for the first initial thrust. It had taken a lot of reassurances and ‘I’ll be fine’s on Jimin’s part to get Jungkook to agree and reach this point, but the fear of hurting Jimin was always there.
“Y-Yeah…” Jimin responds, voice airy and high as he reaches back to thread his fingers in Jungkook’s hair, both to reassure the younger and also because he desperately needs something to hold on to. He tugs down and Jungkook obediently follows, the alpha’s lips leaving a trail of possessive marks and kisses over his bared neck.
“S-So big, Jungkookie… love t-taking you like this,” Jimin whines as Jungkook laves attention to his scent gland with rough laps of his tongue, scenting him so thoroughly, he knows he’ll be carrying his alpha’s scent for weeks. His wolf preens at the thought and Jimin turns his head to brush his full lips over Jungkook’s scent gland, satisfying his own territorial need to make Jungkook smell like his. And that includes drenching his alpha’s cock with his slick.
“W-Wait,” Jungkook hisses, grip tightening around Jimin’s waist as the omega arches into him. It leaves him feeling breathless, tearing into his self-control as Jimin greedily presses back and clenches around his thick girth, taking Jungkook as deep into him as possible.
“S-Shit, hyung. Stay – fuck Jimin, stay still,” Jungkook curses, cock throbbing hotly inside the smaller male. Despite his big talk earlier, he’s pretty damn sure Jimin hasn’t fully adjusted yet and tomorrow they’ll be performing at another award show. Jungkook knows they’re both aware of this. As much as Jungkook wants to fuck Jimin open – leave his rim gaping and aching with cum dripping down his thighs… he seriously doesn’t need Hoseok’s chilling glare every time Jimin misses a step – as rare as it is. “You’re still not – just wait.”
Jimin doesn’t seem to care.
“J-Jungkookie... move,” Jimin breathes, both a plea and demand as he tugs sharply at the alpha’s hair. He shifts forward, Jungkook’s slick coated length slipping out of him until only the thick head remains, breaching his rim wide open. Before he can slam back onto the younger’s cock and relish the burn of being stretched by his mate, Jungkook locks his hips in an iron grip to keep Jimin from moving.
They both quiet, stewing in a tense silence only broken by their ragged breathing.
“Jungkook-ssi…”
Jimin’s low, threatening satoori drawl has Jungkook tensing as both arousal and fear ignites within him.
Jungkook swallows roughly but remains silent, his wolf perking up at the omega’s tone.
“If you’re not gonna fuck me properly,” Jimin gazes back at him with narrowed eyes, fingertips releasing the alpha’s messy locks to instead grasp at the back of Jungkook’s neck. “You’re walking out of here without knotting me for the rest of this month.”
Jungkook stares at Jimin, wide-eyed.
Jimin stares back, nonplussed.
It’s nowhere even near the middle of the month.
Jungkook would rather die.
Taehyung knows he should have gone with scissor.
Instead, he decided to trust his gut feeling and went with rock.
Like an idiot.
So now, after getting utterly destroyed by four paper-handed hyungs with equal looks of relief across all their faces – Taehyung has to fetch Jimin and Jungkook from their impromptu love nest in some shitty, really out of the way closet –
Which. Honestly. It wasn’t even really out of the way, as he’s seen plenty of the staff walk by the hallway – resolutely ignoring the heavy stench of alpha and omega emanating from the tiny closet.
They’re really, really, really lucky everyone’s bound by some contract to not say shit about idols and their dating.
Taehyung scrunches his nose as he nears the wooden door and has to breathe through the dark alpha musk and sweetly cloying omega scent of his two best friends getting it on.
Great.
“You’re being unfair,” he hears Jungkook growl through the flimsy wooden door.
“And you still haven’t fucked me,” Jimin hisses back.
Taehyung stares blankly at the wooden door as the two continue to argue, their muffled voices still distinguishable.
They seriously haven’t started yet?
Okay.
Maybe he can understand why Jimin sounds so irritated.
What’s taking them so long?
“You know how Hobi-hyung gets when we go too hard before a performance. He’s gonna lecture us if you’re… limping all over the place during rehearsal tomorrow.”
Understandable.
Taehyung nods to himself, Jungkook’s fear completely valid. Sunshine reincarnated Jung Hoseok is terrifying when it comes to ensuring everyone’s condition prior to performances.
The beta shudders thinking back to the last time he got their normally bright and utterly caring hyung angry.
Jimin must seriously want dick if he’s egging Jungkook on like this.
“I know. And I don’t care.”
Yup. There it is.
“Besides, I’m a professional. I won’t limp during the performance.”
There’s a moment of silence.
“I mean… before the BBMAS-”
There’s the sound of a light smack.
“Shut up. That was… I had just finished going through my last heat. You know that.”
“…”
“…What?”
“…Is it your heat? Did my domineering presence against that other alpha make Jiminie-hyung get his heat early?”
Another smack is heard, followed by a huff that failed to hide the omega’s amusement.
“…Listen here you little brat–”
“You weren’t calling me little a few minutes ago.” The alpha’s retort is smug.
“…”
Taehyung picks up the sound of a scuffle, Jungkook snickering as what sounds like another smack fills the silence, Jimin’s laugh following soon after.
“You’re so annoying. Seriously? We’re doing this now? You brought me in here and ruined my pants and now you don’t finish what you started?” The omega whines – not unlike that ridiculously viral twitter video compiling all of Jimin’s most whiney moments.
ARMYs can be weird at times with what they create, but Taehyung truly loves and cherishes them.
He also can’t fault them. Jimin is cute when he gets whiney like that. All the members agree.
But they were supposed to leave for that restaurant like – an hour ago and they still haven’t done shit and Taehyung hasn’t eaten anything since this morning and he’s pretty sure everyone is starving but Jimin and Jungkook refuse to fuck and go –
At this point, they’re not even trying to move things along.
“It’s hard for me too, you know? Literally, Jiminie-hyung. Just touch my dick I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”
“Jungkookie, if you literally just fucked me like you said you would–”
“I would have if you didn’t suddenly start going into heat and tried throwing yourself on my dick like your life depended on it, hyung!”
“I’m not going into heat!”
Taehyung sniffs the air. The sweet, cloying scent of omega slick is tinged with something more… appealing.
Taehyung has to side with Jungkook on this one.
Jimin’s totally going into heat.
And this is clearly taking longer than expected.
The beta knocks loudly on the wooden door, silencing the two inside immediately.
“Jimin-ah, Jungkookie, if you’re not knotted together, can you hurry it up? The hyungs and I are waiting so we can go eat,” Taehyung calls at them through the door, giving the passing staff lady a bright, boxy grin – as if picking up his two not-really-banging-but-clearly-did-something friends from some abandoned closet was a normal, every day occurrence.
He usually has better luck than this when it comes to rock-paper-scissor.
She side-eyes him and scurries past, resolutely looking away from what was clearly above her paygrade.
Also, understandable.
Taehyung turns back towards the door. He knocks again.
“Jimin-ah, Jungkookie, are you in there?” He calls out to them again, this time louder. His knocking also gets louder. And obnoxious.
Because any other day he’d be willing to tease them before letting them go back to it but today he’s hungry, damn it.
He hears Jimin clearing his throat along with the sounds of clothes being hastily put on.
“Taetae – sorry, we lost track of time,” Jimin calls out to him with an apologetic laugh. Taehyung hears Jungkook mumble something to the omega to which Jimin a few murmured words before his voice gets louder, now talking to the beta once more, “We’ll meet you guys out in a minute. Promise!”
“Hurry up! The cars are here already so when you’re done, we’ll head out to eat,” With his job done, Taehyung eagerly walks back towards the other members, not catching the rest of their hushed conversation.
“You weren’t being serious, right? About the whole month thing?”
“Tuck yourself back in, Jungkookie. We’ve held up the others long enough.”
“Hyung – hyung wait you can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.”
“Hyung!”
“But not until after my heat passes.”
“…So, I was right.” Jungkook smirks, smug.
“Shut up,” Jimin snorts softly. “It’s not that hard to pick up.”
“Still.”
“Mm, let’s go. I’m sure we’re all starving.”
Inside the closet, with rumpled clothes and messy hair, Jimin reaches up on his tippy toes to brush their lips together. Jungkook grins into the kiss as Jimin’s hands press against his chest, trying to lessen the creases on his jacket.
“At least now we’ll have an excuse,” Jungkook murmurs once Jimin pulls back from the kiss, reaching down to grasp the omega’s hand in his.
“Mm?” Jimin hums, gazing up at him with a questioning smile all while intertwining their fingers together.
“For Hobi-hyung,” Jungkook explains, grin widening as Jimin catches on and shakes his head with a laugh, leading the two out of the closet.
The third universal law is simple. Not because it lacks complexity, or difficulty, or challenges.
It’s simple, because for Jungkook, there is no other outcome.
In every life.
In every universe.
Past, present, and future.
Jeon Jungkook will always love Park Jimin.