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Renegade by Aaryan Shah

"Fuck this," Taehyung, Jimin's lifelong best friend wails over the booming music. "Fuck it all!" 

Jimin sighs, albeit half heartly and a little fond, and takes the red solo cup from the brunette man's hand. "I think you've had enough to drink for the night, Tae." 

"Wrong," Taehyung rips the drink from his hand, cradling it like a baby, "I don't think have had enough at all. I can still feel. How disgusting." 

Jimin giggles, the buzz in his bones causing him to half agree. "Just a few more then, okay?" 

His best friend nods and sinks deeper into the couch with a sigh. Jimin grumbles slightly at the sight, a mysterious stain sitting just inches away from the man's head. It was a frat house couch, after all, there was no telling what indecencies had occurred on the cozy seat.  

His earthy eyes trail the dancing bodies in the crowd around them. The scene is blurry and moves unnaturally slow, but Jimin likes it that way, feels almost as if the world is finally slowing down to beat to the tune of his drum. He knows the music is blaring, but it sounds as if it was miles away.  

The murmuring crowd seems to part like water, and his eyes catch on a man sitting across the dance floor from him.  

He's an alpha, Jimin can tell just by the way the man sits, legs spread and chest puffed. His hair is thrown back in a messy bun and the omega's fingers itch to tangle themselves within the dark locks.  

He has a tatted arm wrapped around a small omega girl perched prettily on his lap. She throws her head back in a laugh and it's beautiful. Her hair cascades down her back and her smile gleams a pearly white.  

But the alpha's pierced face remains impassive, and Jimin almost feels offended for the girl. She's jaw dropping in every sense of the word and deserves at least more than a half heart glance. He takes a long drag of the joint between his inked fingers and his head hits the couch he sits upon as he exhales. 

Through the smoke and moving bodies the alpha's dark eyes land on him and Jimin's heart stops. Excitement stirs in his gut, but he doesn't look away. He looks up through his long lashes over his cup as he downs it.  

He watches with calculated interest as the alpha trails his eyes down Jimin's body.  

The man's cold gaze finds him again and the omega watches a slow smirk spread across the alpha's handsome features.  

"TaeTae! Minnie!" 

Jimin's head snaps in the direction of the red headed omega barreling through the people in their direction.  

The world seems to speed back into place and his senses become painfully sharp, as if a cup of cold water is dumped over his head.  

"Hobi," Taehyung fake cries as the fellow omega drapes himself across his lap.  

"Aw," the redhead coos, squishing his face, "is our TaeTae still heartbroken?" 

"He was the love of my life!" 

"You dated him for two months." Jimin deadpans, fluffing his pink hair out of his face.  

"Those were the first months I ever lived." Taehyung barks back at him, before digging his nose into Hoseok's shoulder.  

"Well, my sad little friends," the redhead fake pouts at them, "a group of, well, who the fuck cares are gathering in one of the bedrooms to play some party games and smoke a little weed, which by the looks of it, you could both use." 

Both Jimin and Taehyung physically perk in interest.  

Hoseok laughs as they both eagerly nod their heads. "Then, this way." 

His best friends stand and Jimin's eyes unconsciously find the alpha across the floor. The man's dark gaze is still trained on him.  

Jimin bites his thick lips and gives him the smile he's used on almost hundreds of other alphas before turning his back on the man and following his friends down the dimly lit hallway. 

~ ~ ~  

"Alright!" An alpha Jimin couldn't remember the name of says as he comes to sit on the floor of the small circle they'd made. They sat in the room of the 'secret stash' owner. "I'm waiting for a couple of my friends to show, then I'll light it," he motions towards the bong sitting on the table in the middle of the room.  

"Just light it now," an omega that clings to his arm whines. 

"Good things come to those who wait," he laughs, and kisses the omega's pouting lips sloppily. "How about we play a little game before we start? True or dare anyone?" 

Hoseok lights up, clapping his hands and giggling beside him. Jimin all but growls.  

"Fuck that," he leans over to Taehyung. "I'm going to go sit on the couch in the back until the real fun starts." 

Taehyung just gives a curt nod of his head, and Jimin flops down on the leather couch a few feet away from the drunk circle of people.  

The leather is cold on his skin, but he relishes the feeling.  

He looks up to the popcorn ceiling as the laughs and shouts of excited omegas and alpha fill the air.  

The party goes on that for a while. An omega is dared to give a lap dance to anyone of her choosing, and another dared to dry hump someone. Some silly crushes and secrets are spilled.  

Then, Jimin feels it. The hairs on his arm stick up and his belly ignites. Lazily, he rolls his head to the side and finds the handsome alpha from before. 

The beautiful omega he'd seen sitting on his lap prior sinks down to sit in the circle and pulls excitedly on his arm. But the alpha's dark gaze doesn't leave him for a second, ripping his hand away and stepping through the crowd of people as if he owned the place. He grabs the bong out of an alpha's hands, who looks up with an angry exhale of smoke. 

"The fuck man?" 

Only then does the alpha look away, turning to glare darkly at the boy. "It's my weed, go find someone else's shit to smoke." Before he's continuing on his way; straight for Jimin.  

The alpha plops down on the small loveseat, his thick thighs brushing his as he spreads them, making himself at home.  

He lights the bong up again and takes a deep inhale of it, before handing it to Jimin all while looking dead ahead. Jimin accepts it wordlessly.  

"Your weed, huh?" As he speaks, the smoke escapes from his lungs and bleeds into the air around them. 

The alpha hums, taking it gently from his grasp and inhaling the bong's contents.  

"When I said Wonho could get into my stash, I didn't mean he could share it with the whole damn university." 

Jimin giggles slightly, hiding his smile behind his hand. "You're sharing it just fine with me?" 

The alpha smiles and his head hits the leather couch. He opens his mouth, the gray fog bleeding up and into the man's nose as he inhales it again. He rolls his head to the side, eyes looking directly at Jimin's lips. 

"I play well with pretty omegas, not so much hot headed alphas." 

Jimin turns his body, sitting crisscross on the leather seat, and leans forward. He enters the alpha's space, a sultry smile on his lips. Their faces just inches apart, he nibbles on the flesh. "You want to play with me, alpha?" He whispers, his eyes honed in on the alpha's pink lips. 

The second the man's head raises from the couch, Jimin leans even more forward, almost into his lap, and pulls the bong from his hands.  

He settles back into his seat, a small victorious smile on his lips. 

The alpha laughs, a small sideways smile on his lips as he looks to the ceiling. "That's just playing unfair." He rasps. 

"Try hard to get." The omega giggles, taking a deep inhale of the drug.  

Then, large hands are pulling the bong away, causing Jimin to cough slightly and scoff in mock offense.  

"If we're playing hard to get, might as well make you work for  my  weed." 

The alpha presses his lips to it, and it bubbles as he inhales. The second his head hits the couch, Jimin surges forward, kneeling over the alpha, as places his own plush lips inches away from his.  

The man smiles, and an inked hand reaches up to thread through his pink locks as the alpha pulls him closer.  

He exhales, and the omega greedily drinks in the smoke offered to him.  

Once the alpha is done, Jimin sits on his heels, but the man's hand doesn't leave the back of his head. He takes another deep inhale of the drug, before placing it on the table beside them, not once breaking eye contact.  

Jimin knows exactly what the tattooed man wants, and eagerly gives it to him, crawling into his lap and immediately attaching their lips together.  

The second their lips connect, heat sparks in Jimin's gut and a soft moan leaves his lips. The kiss is messy, and tastes of cheap alcohol and weed as they pass smoke back and forth, breathing deeply into each other's mouths, but it leaves Jimin reeling, especially as one of the alpha's strong hands inches down his torso before sliding down onto his ass. 

Jimin rolls his hips slightly and a deep growl resonates in the strong chest he has his hands trailing down.  

"Minnie!" He hears slurred from behind him. He breaks the kiss and turns his head, but doesn't remove himself from the alpha's lap. The man mouths down his jaw and neck as Jimin looks with lidded eyes behind him. 

"Hobi and I wanna leave, are you coming with or-" Taehyung looks to the alpha his best friend is currently dry humping, and his eyes widen slightly. "O-oh," he studders.  

"I'll drive him home in the morning." The alpha says, before continuing his assault on his neck. 

"No need," Jimin pants, he looks around the room, noticing how it's almost entirely cleared out, minus the three of them, "give me twenty and wait for me downstairs."  

Taehyung continues to stare at the alpha, who pays him no mind and licks down Jimin's neck, before turning on his heel and starting out of the room.  

"Oh, Taehyung!" Jimin yells as the alpha's arms circle around his waist and pull him impossibly closer. "Door, please." 

His best friend giggles and the door closes with a soft click.  

"Only twenty minutes?" The alpha nibbles on his ear, pulling Jimin's attention back to him.  

"Do you want to fuck me or not?" 

The deep chuckle the dark haired man gives him goes straight to the omega's gut.  

"I'll just have to play with you properly another day. I doubt there's enough time in the world for the things I want to do to you, little peach." 

Suddenly, Jimin is flying through the air and his back hits the cold leather. The alpha kneels between his legs and the omega scootches back slightly to make room for him. 

Jimin greedily drinks in the sight of the alpha ripping his loose shirt off. His muscles ripping under his tattoos as he closes in on the pink haired omega.  

Jimin throws his head back as the alpha's teeth sink into his skin. The smell and feeling of rain blossoms across his body and ebbs into his very core. Strong hands are suddenly under his shirt, caressing his sensitive skin, as the alpha grinds down, giving the omega the friction he craved.  

"F-fuck," he whimpers, his hands threading through dark locks.  

The alpha kisses down his neck, down his collarbones, and nips at his pink nipples as he descends further and further down. 

Jimin helps him take off his pants, kicking them off a little too eagerly. His omega whining at the sound of a belt buckle being undone, then bare meaty thighs meeting his.  

"Want you," the pink haired omega pants, clawing at the alpha's shoulders.  

"You'll have me," he promises, his fingers finding their way into Jimin's underwear, and the omega all but screams when a finger grazes his rim.  

Jimin flips himself over, pressing his face into the now warm leather. He lifts his ass into the air, pulling his panties down to rest around his knees, and spreads his cheeks for the alpha.  

"Hurry up and fuck me before I fuck myself and make you watch." 

"I'd like that," is the alpha's reply, but the man complies nonetheless, Jimin moaning with his entire chest as the alpha pushes into the hilt in one good.  

He's big. Almost too big. His ass burns as the alpha pulls out, before harshly thrusting in again. But Jimin  loves  it. The pain mixes with pleasure and he feels so alive. 

He feels so good. He lets go. Focusing on the feeling the alpha's cock leaves him with. He knows the room will reek of his scent when he leaves it, but he doesn't care. Not right now. Not with an even better smelling alpha filling the room with pheromones just like he does.  

The alpha lurches forward, continuing to ram him from behind, and growls deeply in Jimin's ear when the force of his thrusts starts to push the omega away from him.  

Strong hands trail up and down his torso, sending goosebumps down his skin. A tattooed finger brushes his neglected cock, and Jimin comes undone, then and there.  

His body spasms and his mouth falls open in a soundless scream, the alpha pulls out and Jimin relishes in the soft groans that fill the air before a warm liquid is spewed on his back. 

Jimin's legs give out and he tumbles forward into the couch. He pants slightly, watching through his cross faded haze as the dark leather glazes over with his breath.  

Then, large hands are manhandling him up and back onto his knees, and he whines slightly. Said whine turns into an almost full scale scream when he feels a mouth tongue at his overstimulated rim.  

"What are you-" his voice cuts off as the alpha licks deeper. "What are you doing?" 

"You're mine for twenty minutes." An obscene slurping sound fills the room. "You're not leaving here until I get at least two more orgasms out of you." 

The alpha got two more. He got three at that. Once with the man's tongue lapping at his overused hole, then two more just from splitting Jimin open on his cock.  

~ ~ ~  

Jimin groans, stretching his limbs out over his head, fingers carding into his sheets. Groggily, he sits up, trying his best to ignore the splitting headache.  

He follows the sound of his friends' voices into the kitchen, right outside his bedroom door.  

"Do you want a- Oh!" A calp comes from Taehyung, who rounds the kitchen island. "Look who it is! Our very own resident slut!" 

"Oh shut up," Jimin shushes, falling into the brunette's arms. "I'm hungover." 

"Oh, no amount of headache is going to get you out of this one." His best friend pushes him away. "Are you crazy?" 

With heavy footsteps, Jimin makes his way to the coffee maker. Hoseok lightly taps his butt in greeting as he passes him. "So I fucked a random alpha last night. It's not the first time and won't be the last. Grow up, Tae." 

"You didn't just fuck some random alpha," Hoseok interjects, leaning on the counter behind him. "You fucked  the  Jeon Jungkook, babe." 

"The who?" Jimin's face crumples up in confusion as he pours himself a cup of dark and steaming liquid. Sighing as he tries to place the name in his head, it did sound familiar. 

"The Jeon Jungkook!" Taehyung screeches. 

"Repeating his name isn't going to tell me who he is." 

"Jeon Jungkook. As in Jeon Enterprises. As in the richest and oldest familiar in all of South Korea. As in-" 

"I think he gets the point, Tae." 

"Does he get that the 'random alpha,'" he makes dramatic quotation marks in the air, "he boned last night happens to be  the  most popular alpha on campus, and is  practically  a god." 

Jimin stares down at the marble countertop as his best friend continues his tangent quite animatedly behind him.  

Jeon Jungkook.  

It was a name he'd heard after all.  

Slight pride rises in his chest. He'd be lying if he said that knowing he'd fucked a highly desired alpha did nothing to his ego.  

Then, the feeling of his ego being pet is overcome by pure and raw excitement as last night comes rushing into his head full force.  

Snip.

Jimin creates a mental picture of his feelings, represented as wools of yarn, and his fingers twitch from around the coffee mug he has in his hands as he imagines cutting the long pieces of thread with a pair of silver scissors.

It's a habit he's had since he was younger when he'd feel an emotion too overwhelming or a feeling he didn't want to feel. The first therapist he had said it was unhealthy, that he was detaching himself from natural things he needed to experience. He didn't tell any of his other therapists about the habit.

He busies himself by pouring sugar into his dark coffee.  

"He never sleeps with the same omega more than twice. He's only done it on two occasions. Lee Yanji and Choi Mujin. Both popular omegas in his circle, and both that never shut the fuck up about how good of a lay he is." Taehyung jumps onto the counter next to him with a small huff. "He was a good lay, right?" 

Jimin tries to hide his giggle by rolling his eyes. "I thought you  despised  the idea of me sleeping with him?" 

"I despise the idea of his little fan club finding out you slept with him, but I love the idea of you getting boned by one of the best  fucks of campus. So," his best friend shakes his shoulders, "spill please." 

"Tae, stop being such a gossip," Hoseok sighs next to them. 

Jimin smiles into his coffee as his best friend continues to whine next to him.  

He hated to break it to them, but his night with 'the'  Jeon Jungkook meant nothing. 

~ ~ ~  

Jungkook likes the color purple. It reminds him of lilacs, his favorite flower. Reminds him of sunsets. Of the neon sign he meets his plug under. Reminds him of the skimpy outfit the peach smelling omega he'd met last night wore.  

Jungkook can still vividly picture the way the tight purple shirt dipped around the omega's waist and into his skinny, so skinny, skinny jeans.  

He can still picture that sultry smile. Still, hear his beautiful moans. And can still smell the omega's slick on his skin. 

He takes another drag of the joint he'd just lit as he sat shirtless in the frat's common room.  

An omega skips down the steps in the far corner, wearing nothing but a bra and a skimpy skirt, her items jumbled together in her hands. She freezes in her place when she sees him, and Jungkook watches as the familiar look of desire and excitement spread across her features.  

"Hi, Jungkook," she waves at him with perfectly painted nails.  

His eyes rake down her body, and he takes note of how she squirms under his attention. Thick hips, slender thighs, pale skin. She could do. 

She takes a step into the common area and the smell of flowery arousal washes over him. 

"Not interested in anyone's sloppy seconds." He sighs, bringing his joint back up to his pierced lips, as he suddenly changes his mind.

He can smell the embarrassment and shock the omega runs away in. 

Because that's all he does. 

He smells. 

Being blessed with prime alpha genetics wasn't great like everyone else thought it was. His bloodline was nitrous for being so closely related to their primal ancestors. His senses were heightened almost twice that of the normal wolf, and it killed him every day.  

All he did was hear, see, smell, and feel.  God, he felt so much. The smallest insult could send him into a blind rage, smallest compliment could send him spiraling into a giddy frenzy.  

All he did was feel, and all he felt was tired.  

Distantly, he hears familiar voices laughing in the kitchen and takes another long drag to dull his senses even more.  

It'd been months since he'd felt anything but over it. No amount of drugs, alcohol, or wet omegas had worked.  

Until he'd caught whiff of the ripe smelling peach waiting pliantly for him in his bedroom.  

"Joon," he calls, and almost immediately, his friend comes bounding in from the kitchen. 

"Yeah?" The tall alpha responds, plopping down into the recliner next to him.  

"That sweet smelling omega, from last night, I want the name." 

Namjoon's eyes widen slightly, looking over his shoulder at his boyfriend who had followed him into the room. 

"The, uh, the long brown haired one, right?" 

Jungkook's eyebrows furrow. He racks his brain. "Who?" 

"Uh, Jennie? She was on your lap all last night. You slept with her last week, remember?" 

"Hm," is all he says, and Namjoon sighs. His alpha best friend goes into a long list. Rattling off omega name after omega name, a long list of people Jungkook had interacted with last night. 

"He's talking about the pink haired one, aren't you, Kook?" Seokjin says as he rounds the couch, throwing himself into his boyfriend's lap. "Park Jimin." 

"Park Jimin," Jungkook echoes.  

It's sinful how good his name tastes on his tongue. 

"He's a friend of a friend. I can get his number for you if you'd like." Seokjin giggles, Namjoon follows suit, and Jungkook understands why.  

He doesn't take an interest in omegas. He makes sure of that. He's built his reputation of breaking hearts thoroughly, through hard work. Omegas were too much work, required too much feeling. Too much everything.  

His night with Park Jimin meant nothing. 

"I'll take his Instagram." 

He just wants to look. 

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"Fuck, Hobi!" Taehyung giggles, throwing his head back as he takes another shot. "You didn't have to attack me like that!" 

"We're playing never have I ever, the point is to attack if you want to win!" Hoseok screams back over the pulse of the club music. Jimin all but throws himself into Hoseok's lap as giddy laughs overtake their small group.  

It was Jimin's first time clubbing. It had taken Hoseok a little while to scrounge up the fake IDs for him and Taehyung, both of them still being twenty.  

He scrolls through his phone, going through the pictures he and his best friends had taken that night. He clicks on one before his phone is ripped out of his fingertips.  

"Minnie, Minnie," Taehyung sticks his tongue out as he concentrates, flicking through his camera roll. "Please post this one. It's so hot." 

When his phone is given back to him, he breaks out in a full body laugh at the image on the screen.  

It's a picture of him, one they'd taken when they'd first arrived. It's from Taehyung's point of view as Jimin shamelessly rolls his ass back on his best friend. Jimin looks good, he'll admit. The small shorts he wears leave little to the imagination and the look he's giving the camera as he looks over his shoulder is downright sinful. 

He giggles as he uploads the picture to his Instagram story. 

He places his phone down face up on the table and it stays that way for almost an hour.  

Jimin continues throughout his night. Dances on the dance floor. Lets a shy alpha buy him a drink. He's resting at their claimed table when he finally pays attention to his phone again.  

Jeonjk97 started following you.  

Jimin ignores the way his heart skips a beat. 

Jeonjk97 sent you a message.  

With drunken fingers, he unlocks his phone, opening Instagram within seconds.  

"Aren't you a little bit too underaged to be clubbing, little omega?" The message is a reply to his story. The omega rolls his eyes, it was just by a year.

Jimin looks over his shoulder. Taehyung and Hoseok dance freely on the strobe lightened floor. He slides into the booth.  

"Aren't you a little bit too much of a stranger to know that information?" He types back. 

He bites down a smile at how fast the alpha begins typing. "It's in your bio, little love." 

"I'm not little." He sends. "Why do you keep calling me little?" 

"Because you are. But that's okay. I like the way you fit underneath me so perfectly." 

Jimin bites his lip nervously. He swipes into the alpha's profile. There aren't many posts, but he goes through the grand total of five thoroughly. They all consist of nights out with friends, and very few selfies, but each picture of the alpha could send any omega sparling into heat.  

He hears the familiar cackle of Hoseok over the music.  

Taking a deep breath, he clicks back into his DMs. 

"Well, I'm having a little bit too much fun to be flirting with you." 

"The fun is flirting with me." Is all he says in response. 

"I won't deny that." Because he won't. Jungkook demands attention just from his domineering looks alone, and Jimin is a little too tipsy to deny the alpha that. "But my phone is at the table and my friends are on the dance floor." 

"What club are you at?" 

Jimin hesitates. "The one next to that one bar, why?"  

"I'll come pick you up." 

"I'm here for my friends, not alphas." 

"Consider us friends then. Come back to mine. I don't bite." 

"Well, I do. And scratch." 

"You'll crawl and beg too by the time I'm done with you." 

Hot arousal pools in his gut. 

 "I'll share my weed." 

Jimin looks back to the dance floor. His friends haven't changed positions much, minus the fact that they're slowly slinking towards an attractive pair of alpha in the corner.  

He shouldn't. 

"You should have just started with that." He responds. 

Jungkook goes offline and Jimin turns his phone off. His screen lights up again, and Jimin is almost ashamed of how fast he clicks on the notification.  

"Be there in 5." 

Jimin gathers his things, kisses his friends goodbye, and exits the crowded club. 

~ ~ ~  

A nice car rolls down the street, and Jimin knows it belongs to Jungkook long before the alpha pulls up at the crib right next to him. The only person that could own such an expensive thing could only be the Jeon Jungkook. 

He slips into the passenger seat and takes a shuttered breath at the thickness of the alpha's scent.  

He busies himself with doing his seat belt and then checking the time. 1:34 in the morning. 

"What's such an important alpha such as yourself doing awake at this time?" He snuggles into the plush car seat as Jungkook takes off down the street.  

"Important alphas don't get much sleep. Comes with the brand." 

Jimin tries not to give the alpha the satisfaction of laughing and turns his head to look at the alpha for the first time since they'd slept together.  

His long and silky hair sits handsomely unstyled on his head, flowing down into his dark eyes and eyebrow piercing. He's dressed casually, with loose and baggy clothing choices, but Jimin can tell just from the fabric that the loungewear is more expensive than anything in his closet.  

His tattooed arm sits between them on the console as he drives one handedly, tapping his finger along to the rap song playing quietly in the background. It has a sensual beat and the atmosphere of it adds to the fuzz already in his head. 

Jimin raises a hand, his head lulling to the side, and traces his tattoos gently, his touch barely there. 

The alpha momentarily watches the omega trace his arm.  

"You like them?" He asks quietly. 

"I do," Jimin hums. "They're hot." 

The alpha chuckles, his lips turning up slightly as he gnaws on his lip piercing. 

"And significant," Jimin continues, tracing up to his bicep, quirking his head ever so slightly. 

"Are they?" 

"You're not the type to ink something into your body without it meaning something," the omega remarks.  

"I'm not? Don't think anyone has ever told me I was the sentimental type." 

"Then, no one has ever been right about you, little Jeon." Jimin giggles drunkenly, sliding his fingertip back down to his wrist. 

"And you are, little omega?" Jungkook turns his head and Jimin meets his gaze, giving him a small smile. 

"Of course," he nods in affirmative, "I major in the mind, my friend. I've never been wrong about a person before."  

"I don't think anyone has ever been right about me," the alpha says, and Jimin feels as if the words aren't meant for him.  

"Well, I know you won't give me the chance to be," Jimin whispers back, before leaning over and turning the music up.  

The song's slow beat shakes the car with its bass, and Jimin fans his fingers out across the dashboard to feel it. 

"What about you?" The alpha asks, speaking loud over the music. 

"What about me?" The pink haired omega keeps his eyes trained on the city lights rushing past.  

"Your tattoos. They significant?" He feels a gentle hand trace up his spine. His moon phase tattoo takes up the length of it, a sight the alpha is familiar with.  

He turns his head slowly to the side. "No," he giggles, "they're not. I just like the moon." 

Jimin leans back into the seat, but Jungkook's hands don't leave him for the rest of their short trip. 

~ ~ ~  

"Okay," Jimin says, handing the bong back to the alpha as he stretches his legs out, placing them in Jungkook's lap. He huffs, pondering what his next question should be in their back and forth game. 

"Okay," Jungkook echoes, taking a long drag. 

"Weirdest dream you've had," he rolls his ankles and the dark haired man's hand comes to hold his thigh.  

"I don’t know," the alpha relaxes into the seat, smoke flying past his lips, "I don't really dream." 

Jimin giggles. "That's fucking sad. I always do. But," he sticks his finger up in a 'matter of fact' fashion, "since you failed to answer, I get to go again." The alpha nods his agreement. "Did you know my name? That night I mean." 

"The truth?" Jungkook pulls him closer by the hold he has on his legs and the omega scoots across the familiar leather couch. "I didn't." 

Jimin giggles, folding over his knees that are now in the man's lap. He rolls the alpha's long hair around his finger. "I didn't either." He announces and Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.  

"You didn't?" 

"Nope," Jimin says popping the 'p.' "I know, surprising. Since everyone on campus knows your name. I knew it. I just didn't know you were the Jeon when I all but presented myself to you like a bitch in heat." 

The bong bubbles as Jungkook drinks in the drug. Jimin watches with glazed over eyes. Jungkook cups the back of his head, and the omega immediately opens his mouth, eagerly accepting the smoke the alpha breaths into his lungs. "Tastes so good when it's from you," Jimin mumbles.  

The alpha's eyes darken, and Jimin crawls into his lap before he can muster a reply. 

"But," he says, his arms circling the man's neck, "the reason I asked is because I want to know if you asked about me. I didn't tell you my name. My friends didn't. Yet, you still found me again. How is that?" 

Slowly, Jungkook drags his hands up Jimin's thighs until they take a strong hold on his hips. 

"It's my turn, not yours." Jimin watches as the alpha's gaze falls upon his lips. "How did you feel when you found out it was me you slept with? Do I meet the standards of my reputation?" 

Jimin giggles, rolling his head forward until their foreheads align. "Can I be honest?" 

"Always," their noses brush. 

"I thought 'there wasn't much the about him,' do you know what I mean?" Jimin raises his hands until he cups either side of the alpha's face. "You were just Jungkook. Just a guy I shared a bong with. Just an alpha that fucked me so good. Just the Jungkook who made me cum so many times I lost count." Jimin watches the alpha watch him. Watches his gaze follow his lips as he talks. "There surly wasn't any Jeon about you. What Jeon holes up in a frat house? I thought you were some broke college kid I was letting fuck me for the night." 

Jungkook surges forward, eyes trained on Jimin's glossy lips. But the omega's small thumb meets his mouth, stopping him from taking what he wants.  

"My question," he pants into the alpha's lips. 

"I asked. My friends had to go through a list before they got to you. 'The one sweet smelling omega,' that’s what I said. I didn't even remember more than half of the omegas Namjoon told me about. But I remembered you." Jungkook squeezes his waist, and Jimin fights back a moan. "But I promised, didn't I? That I'd take my proper time with you?" 

"Such a smooth talker," Jimin smiles before he loosens his hold on the alpha, who doesn't hesitate to finally lick into the omega's mouth.  

Jungkook stands from the couch, and the omega wraps his thick thighs around his lean waist as the alpha holds him. He feels the large tent in Jungkook's sweats with his ass and subconsciously grinds down against it. 

Jungkook lands them in a bed, before pulling away, leaving Jimin panting on the sheets. They smell of the alpha so strongly, he has to physically restrain his omega from burring his nose in them. They smell of rain, so stormy and dark, so fresh and cold.  

The alpha undresses, and Jimin bites his lips at the sight. Jungkook is just as strikingly beautiful as the last time he'd seen him, and Jimin suddenly understands. He gets why omegas kiss at his feet. Why alphas trip over themselves to be his friend.  

Jungkook is a god.  

Jimin trails his hands up his abs, watching the muscle react under his sun kissed skin.  

Well, he's built like one, to say the least.  

Jimin kneels on the bed, his head still only coming up to the bottom of the man's pecks. He kisses his collarbones slightly, before kissing lower, and lower.  

The second his hand cups Jungkook over his loose pants, he's being thrown back onto the bed, a sharp gasp leaving his lips. He doesn't have a second to recover before the alpha is on him. Lapping at his lips and undressing him, slowly, all too slowly.  

"Wanted to taste you," Jimin mumbles into his lips.  

"You will," the alpha strips him fully of his underwear, "but you're going to have me after I've had you. Want you to clean up the mess you're going to make on my cock. Want you to taste how delicious you are."  

Two fingers enter his slicked hole in one go, causing Jimin to throw his head back in pleasure and surprise. He wraps his hand around the alpha's wrist and pulls him away.  

"No," he pants, as Jungkook makes work of kissing down his exposed jugular. "Don't prep me." 

"I'm going to," the alpha says, "you bled last time." 

Jimin hadn't even been aware.  

"No," he reaffirms, leaving no room for arguments, "I liked how big you are. I liked the burn. I liked how I could barely take you, but you made sure I did. Want that again." 

Jungkook growls into his neck, it's deep, and Jimin feels it vibrate in the skin under his fingertips. "Fuck," the alpha rasps, "you're so-" 

The alpha takes hold of the back of Jimin's knees, raising his legs into the air and folding him in half, before he's suddenly inside. Forcing his length into Jimin's tight hole. 

The omega scratches down the alpha's back from the pain, but he thrives at the feeling.  

Jimin makes good on his promise of scratching. He marks the man's back up thoroughly, drawing blood, as he thrashes from the pleasure that overtakes his body. 

He makes good on the biting. Sinking his teeth into the alpha's meaty arm as he comes so hard he almost blacks out. 

Jungkook makes good on his promises, too.  

Makes Jimin beg for him as he fucks him slowly when all Jimin wants is fast. Fucks him so deep Jimin has to beg for him to lessen his pace. Makes him say his name over and over again, until it's the only word Jimin knows how to say, repeating it like a brainless slut. 

Then, when he's exhausted the omega, he makes Jimin crawl towards him on all fours and shaky legs fresh from an orgasm. He makes Jimin lap up the mess he did make on the alpha's cock.  

And he makes Jimin thank him for the treat. 

~ ~ ~  

Jimin groans. Loud. With his full body.  

"Told you I should have prepped you," the alpha chuckles behind him.  

Jimin leans up on his elbows and looks over his shoulder as Jungkook wipes down the mess he made of his hole. He'd only fallen asleep for half an hour when he woke up to a cold rag between his legs.  

"Just go back to sleep, I was just cleaning you up." The alpha pats his bare butt signaling he's finished his work. 

"No," Jimin groans again, sitting up and ignoring the pain that shoots up his back. "I should be getting back home." 

"Jimin," Jungkook laughs, "it's almost four in the morning. We have classes tomorrow. Just get a couple hours of rest and I'll drive you home in the morning." 

"Appreciate it," Jimin says, leaning down for his underwear and shorts, "but I don't want any of your fraternity brothers seeing me leave." 

A stillness washes over the alpha. "What do you mean?" 

Jimin looks up at him through his lashes. "I've heard the rumors about the Jeon Jungkook, and I don't want my name to be in the title of the next one." He states, trying to force his ass into the small denim fabric.  

"Thought you said I wasn't very 'the' to you," the alpha crosses his arms over his bare chest.  

"You're not. You're just-" Jimin waves a hand at Jungkook, "a guy, I guess. But a guy that attracts drama I don't need, nonetheless." 

"What are the rumors you've heard?" The alpha pulls a pair of sweats on.  

"You're a fuck and forget kind of guy." Jimin pulls on his shirt, brushing it down his torso. "Which I get, and respect. You don't have to worry about me being one of those cock crazy omegas lining up outside your door. I just don't want my name attached to yours. Everyone looks down on the omegas you leave in the dust." 

"You're name won't have anything to do with mine. I won't talk about you. To anyone. The only omega you hear about are the ones who kiss and tell."  

"Okay," Jimin tries not to scoff at the sudden attitude Jungkook is giving him. "Well, I don't kiss and tell. I can promise you that." 

"Not even to your little omega friends?" Jungkook leans against his bed frame. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Your brunette friend. Seen him in my crowd before. Taejon? Tae something- has quite a mouth on him. I'd watch him." 

"It's Taehyung, and I can handle my friends just fine." 

"Just making sure," he raises his hands in mock surrender, "just want to make sure my name doesn't get attached to yours." 

"It won't." Jimin angrily throws on his shoes. "There's nothing much to talk about anyways." 

"Not even how I 'fucked you so good? Made you cum so many times you lost count?'" An annoyingly attractive smirk traces along his features.  

Snip.

Jimin stomps his foot down, pushing his toes into place. "I said that for the mood, Jungkook. You're a mediocre fuck at best." He lied, and he lied hard. "I've had better and had to fake orgasms less with alphas less than twice your size. Get off your high horse the Jeon name has put you on and wake the fuck up." 

The omega storms up to the door.  

"Bye, Jungkook. Thanks for the weed." 

~ ~ ~  

It'd been two weeks since the small feisty pink haired omega named Park Jimin stormed through his bedroom door. 

Two weeks since he'd last shown up to one of his classes. 

Two weeks since his last satisfying fuck.  

He'd had a different omega in his bed every night since, sometimes twice a day, but nothing, no one, did it for him. He'd come, but his body wouldn't spasm the way it did with Park Jimin. He'd get high, but his mind wouldn't empty the way it did with Park Jimin.  

Park Jimin. 

Park Jimin. 

Park motherfucking Jimin. 

He was all he could think about. All he'd dream about and Jungkook hadn't dreamt in years.  

Jungkook never fucked the same omega more than twice. It was a rule he'd made for himself. The rule had been in the back of his head when he saw Jimin off that night.  

He had meant to scare the omega away, but not as much as he did. He liked to leave the omegas he'd fucked missing him just a little bit. He liked them knowing he was an asshole and still want him.  

He hadn't meant to make Park Jimin hate him.  

But what the fuck did the omega mean by "mediocre" fuck? He knew the pink haired man lied, but nonetheless, it ate at him from within.  

The way he’d said his family name was what bugged him the most. The way he’d said it. The venom of it. The Jeon name. Fucking hell.

He had realized how much he liked behind ‘just’ Jungkook to someone until his name was being thrown in his face. 

He cracks his neck frustratedly as he sits in the back of his new class. The new semester had just begun and per his father's request, he'd go to all his classes the first day to see which ones he did and didn't like.  

Namjoon huffs beside him, tapping his pencil annoyingly against the table.  

Fuck, Jungkook needs some weed.  

He makes a mental note to call Heesung, his plug since high school.  

"Hey, Kook-" Namjoon starts, but his words are immediately lost on the alpha, as his senses perk up and he feels as if a bucket of cold water is poured over his head. 

Peaches.  

His eyes trail across the room, and surely enough, he catches a flash of bright pink hair bobbing through the large lecture hall doors.  

A sly smirk spread across his lips.  

He had a class with Park Jimin. 

He'd show the omega that there was nothing mediocre about him. 

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Jimin’s fingers tap along the cool table impatiently. His leg bounces up and down beneath the desk and he tries, he really does, to pay attention to whatever his new professor is going on about.  

It was supposed to be an easy class, a quick A to fill up his scientific credit. It was astronomy for fuck sake. Who knew there was more to stars than being big boiling balls of gas? 

The old lady had gone over the same basic thing seemingly three times by now, albeit, Jimin wasn’t paying close attention at all.  

Not with the stare he knew was fixed on the back of his head. 

Because of course, Jeon fucking Jungkook had the bright idea of taking astronomy, too. 

It had been two weeks since he’d last seen the alpha or maybe more. Jimin tries to push the memory away and out of his head.  

He does successful work doing so, too.  

Except when it’s late at night and the thing keeping him away is the memory of the alpha’s cock filling him up. Of the hands on his waist. The breath on his skin. The inked fingers in his hair. The commanding voice.  

Maybe he wasn’t doing such a good job after all.  

“Thank you, class,” the professor claps her hands together, smiling the way only sweet old ladies can. “Our next class starts at 5 pm Wednesday! I hope to see you all there!” 

Jimin follows the example of everyone else, making quick work of gathering his things.  

He stands, and files into the long line down the stairs.  

The pungent smell of rain fills his nose and he pushes down whatever the fuck just bubbled in his chest.  

 “Jimin,” he hears the familiar raspy voice, and his spine shivers.  

He turns, keeping his expression passive.  

Jungkook stands in all his glory a step above him. A tall blonde alpha stands beside him and nods his head in greeting when they make eye contact.  

“Jeon,” he nods, and he doesn’t miss the way the alpha’s eye almost instantly twitches.  

“This is Namjoon,” Jungkook sticks a thumb in the alpha’s rather large chest. “We’re in the same frat.” 

The blonde alpha offers a hand and Jimin smiles as he takes it. “Park Jimin,” he nods. 

“Kim Namjoon,” he repeats, despite having been introduced, “I’m dating Kim Seokjin. He’s a friend of Hoseok’s.” 

“Seokjin?” Jimin’s eyebrows quirk as he tries to place the name. “You mean the alpha Hoseok likes to gossip with? Used to have purple hair right?” 

Namjoon laughs fondly. “Yeah, that's the one. He lost a bet to this big oaf here.” He gestures to Jungkook who just raises his eyebrows at Jimin. “But he liked it and stuck with it for a while.” 

Jimin laughs along out of politeness until the conversation comes to a standstill.  

“It was nice meeting you, Namjoon,” he bows slightly in the man’s direction. “Jungkook.” He turns sharply and walks through the row.  

“Uh, Jimin!” The blonde alpha’s voice follows him, causing the omega to turn. “We’re having another party tomorrow night. We’d love to see you there.” Jimin tries not to scoff at the use of ‘we.’ 

“I appreciate it, Namjoon,” he eyes the tall tattooed alpha, “but I wouldn’t want to step on anyone’s toes. Besides,” he waves him off, “my friend, Taejon, has a big mouth. Wouldn’t want him around now would you.” 

The last thing he sees is Namjoon’s eyebrows shooting up in surprise and the dark look he earns from Jungkook before he races down the row and out the doors. 

A vending machine catches his eye on the way out and he freezes in his tracks. He glances at the door he’d just come through then back to the food and his stomach grumbles. He decides he’ll risk talking to Jungkook for the bag of chips all but screaming his name. 

He fumbles trying to get his wallet from his back pocket, his mouth already starting to salivate. He pulls a five out of the leather pouch and eagerly feeds it to the machine. Craning his neck to the side, he tries to momentarily memorize the numbers of his bag of chips.  

He’s got the letter pressed in when an inked hand presses the coin return button and Jimin’s jaw drops at the instant sound of quarters dropping.  

He doesn’t turn.  

He doesn’t need to. 

“Asshole move,” he says, taking a step back despite the chest his back runs into to watch his money fall.  

“Well, you ran away before I had the chance to even breathe on you. Drastic measures needed to be taken, I’m afraid.” Rumbles along his back. 

“Ever occur to you I don’t want you breathing on me?” 

“No,” then there’s a kiss being placed right behind his ear, and another on his neck. The kisses are wet and sloppy, then the alpha is blowing, gently, cooly, and Jimin’s skin ignites in goosebumps. “I know you like it when I do.” 

Jimin tries to restrain his shiver as thick arms come to wrap around his waist. “That’s unfair.” 

“Try hard to get.” Jungkook echoes. 

“Well, too bad I don’t want to get you. Go find another omega to stick your knot into.” 

“Is that what you’ve been wanting? I haven’t knotted you before. I bet you’d look so cute swollen with my come, wouldn’t you? If you’re good enough, I might even let you cock warm me when I’m through with you.” 

Jimin doesn’t respond, too busy trying to push down the feelings igniting in his gut. The alpha continues to kiss along his neck as he whispers in his ear. 

“Or are you going to call my knot mediocre, too? Even though you like it when I rip you apart from the inside and fuck you so hard you forget your own name.” Jungkook’s hands trail his torso, rubbing up and down his body. “Should I fuck you mediocrely right here so your name is attached to mine forever? 

“Want to be known as the slut ‘ the’ Jeon Jungkook fucked against the vending machines?” Jimin throws his head back and a small moan escapes his lips when Jungkook’s canines graze his jaw. “You do, don’t you? I can smell it on you. Smell so sweet when you’re aroused. So delicious for me. Can still smell you on my sheet, you know. Even after I washed them and fucked over ten omegas on them, they still reek of you.” 

Something within the omega snaps, and he whirls around, his arms pulling the alpha close as their lips clash together. The kiss is almost painful, full of teeth, and Jungkook’s arms pulling him so close he can barely breathe, but it’s exactly what Jimin has been craving since he stormed out of Jungkook’s room.  

The next thing he knows, they were crashing into the nearby staff bathroom, and he was being stuffed full of the alpha’s cock. 

Jeon Jungkook was the biggest piece of shit, a man with zero regards for anyone else’s feelings, but the way he licked into Jimin’s mouth and moaned almost made up for it.  

Jimin felt dirty letting a man who had scorned so many kindhearted omegas just for the fun of it. He felt disgusting for relishing in the inked hands that trailed his body.  

He felt sullied by the way Jungkook slowly broke him apart piece by piece only to put him back together a whore.  

And he knew he was a sinner for enjoying it. 

But where Jungkook was the devil, he was also the priest.  

Where he fucked like a rabid dog, he held him like a gentle lover. Where he bite and sucked and marked like a possessive animal, he kissed and licked and caressed.  

Jimin fell malleable into Jungkook’s awaiting hands, yet was still surprised by how empty he felt cleaning the cum and slick from his thighs in the cold bathroom alone.  He lets himself grovel in the emptiness for a while, before he creates the mental imagine of his scissors and yarn. Snip. He didn't care.

Where Jungkook made his heart race and blood pump, Jimin steeled his emotions and iced his feelings.  

Because his night with Jeon Jungkook meant nothing. 

~ ~ ~  

 


"You did what?" 

Jimin groans, hiding his flushed face in his hands as Taehyung shakes his shoulders.  

"What the actual fuck, Park Jimin? The bathrooms? At school of all places? You're insane!" Taehyung screeches, slamming his feet onto the ground as he sits up straight on their small couch.  

"I know, I let it get out of hand." He admits, pulling his knees up to his chest to hide better.  

"I'm never going into any of the bathrooms at the University again." Hoseok shakes his head.  

"We didn't fuck in all of them. Just one." 

"But you fucked him! Again! Oh my god," Taehyung stands up straight. "You've broken his record, Jimin. You've had sex with the Jeon Jungkook three times! Oh my god!" 

"You don't know that. You've barely even spoken to the guy," Jimin sighs, glaring at Taehyung. "How do you know every detail of his love life?" 

"Um," Hoseok says from where he still has his feet propped out on the coffee table in front of him. "I'm good friends with Kim Seokjin, so I get the gossip practically from the source itself." Jimin rolls his eyes at the pure idioticness of the statement. "God, Seokjin is totally going to flip his shit when he finds out you've broken the record." 

"No he's not," Jimin sits up straight, trying to sound stern. "Because he's not going to find out. Jungkook promised to keep his lips sealed and you guys are going to as well."  

"Of course," Taehyung says, suddenly serious. "We'd never tell anyone anything you didn't want us to. But you don't know that Jungkook won't out you guys." 

"There is no 'you guys,' Jesus. And I know he won't because he said he didn't kiss and tell." 

"Well," Taehyung says, cozying into Jimin, "from what I hear, there's nothing Jungkook doesn't tell Namjoon, there's nothing Namjoon doesn't tell Seokjin, and there's nothing Seokjin doesn't tell the entire campus." 

Jimin rolls his eyes as his best friend wraps them up in a blanket. A sudden anxiety sparks in his chest, along with a minute feeling of excitement. He loathed the idea of the prying eyes that would stalk him if they found out he'd slept with the Jeon Jungkook.  

But he loved the idea of people knowing that the all desirable Jeon Jungkook had fucked him.  

He swallows shallowly.

Snip.

~ ~ ~ 

The next day, is not as easygoing. His classes begin full throttle, all assaulting him with work on top of work.  

When his astronomy class nears, he’s already drained beyond his limits.  

He flops into the seat he had sat in yesterday with a huff.  

“Long day?” 

Jimin nearly falls from his chair as he turns.  

A man, an alpha, sits beside him. A small entertained smile on his otherwise passive expression. He’s pale, with minty green hair, which his scent reflects, the cool refreshing feeling passing over him. His feline eyes stare straight through Jimin and he taps a pencil on the table slowly.  

He’s fucking cute.  

“Uh,” the pink haired omega laughs nervously, straightening up. “You could say that.” 

“Sorry to hear that,” the alpha responds. “Min Yoongi,” he offers a hand. 

“Park Jimin,” the second his hand slides into the alpha’s larger one goosebumps spread across his skin.  

“I know,” Yoongi says, leaning on his elbows once their hands have parted. “We had psyc 101 together last year.” 

“No way!” Jimin scoots his chair closer, pulling his notebook out of his bag. “I feel like I would have remembered you.” 

“We didn’t even speak to each other once. My hair wasn’t dyed back then either, I was a bit shy. I knew you, though. You’re quite extroverted, aren’t you?” 

Jimin smiles shyly. “You could say that. If you came out of your shell, you could say I went back into mine. I’ve reeled it in a bit.” 

“That okay,” Yoongi quirks his head to the side ever so slightly, “I like to keep my omega to myself anyway.” 

A small laugh of disbelief travels up the omega’s throat. Shy his ass.  

“Noted,” he says, leaning onto his elbows and into the alpha’s space.  

“Alright, everyone!” The familiar voice of the professor quiets the lecture hall and soon edges into to talking.  

Jimin pays her no mind, but Yoongi does. 

Jimin watches the way his icy expression twitches in interest every now and then. Watches him take notes from the projector. Watches him lightly chuckle at the teacher's shit jokes.  

He trails his eyes down his face. From his piercing feline eyes, down the bridge of his small nose, to his thin lips, his unblemished skin.  

The back of Jimin’s mind screams how different he is. How little their appearances have in common.  

Jungkook has doe eyes he seems to keep lidded, while Yoongi’s are sharp and he widens them to pay full attention. Yoongi’s skin is pale and pure, while Jungkook’s sun kissed and inked.  

Yoongi turns his head and meets Jimin’s gaze. 

Yes, they truly are different.  

Yoongi looks at him like he’s a delicate flower. Like he’s a star hung in the sky. Like he’s nervous, scared to mess up in front of him. 

Jungkook’s eyes never hold the warmth Yoongi’s does, despite them almost always being ablaze. He looks to Jimin like he’s the desert he’s been craving for the past week. He looks at Jimin and the omega can see the itch to destroy in his dark eyes.  

Jimin decides he quite likes Yoongi. 

“Excuse me,” both the pink haired omega and green haired alpha turn at the sudden intrusion, and Jimin’s jaw drops slightly.  

There, halfway through the lecture, Jungkook walks down the aisle, b-lining straight for them.  

He walks with the confidence he always does, the prowess of owning the place. His hair is styled back in a small bun and he wears some jersey Jimin doesn’t recognize, showing off his inked arm. He looks fucking good. 

Jimin forces his eyes back to the front, but much to his dismay - and prayers - Jungkook stops right next to Jimin in the open aisle.  

“Can I sit here?” He says, a little too loud for an active lecture hall. Jimin looks up at him, then back to the chair he sits in at the very end of the row as if to say ‘really?’ 

“There are open seats right there,” Jimin points down the aisle they sit in. 

“Yeah, but I want this one,” he shoves his knee into the omega’s chair, “bad bladder. I like being on the end. Just scoot down one and make room.” 

An omega from the row before them flicks her long black hair sassily, shushing as she does. Her gaze lands on Jungkook, Jimin rolls his eyes at how he waves inked fingers in her direction and she immediately turns around. 

Grumbling, Jimin slides his things down and into Yoongi’s space, who had been quietly observing thus far. The alpha takes the hint and moves down a spot, letting Jimin fall with a huff into his previous chair.  

“Sorry about that,” Jimin whispers in his direction.  

The alpha shakes his fluffy green hair. “Do you want me to say something? The guy is an asshole but I stayed out of it because it seemed like you knew him.” 

“No,” Jimin places a small hand on his arm and squeezes, “it’s over now.” The omega faces Jungkook who is already looking at him. “And no,” he says pointedly. “I don’t know him.” 

Jungkook raises his pierced eyebrows and Jimin immediately turns away, scooting closer to Yoongi.  

Saying Jimin is pissed is an understatement.  

The audacity the alpha had was just straight up outrageous. Jeon Enterprises may own half of South Korea, but they sure as hell didn’t own their university, and Jungkook needed to figure that out, fast. 

But he knew that wasn’t the main reason he was pissed. He was pissed because all he could think about was the smell of musky rain emanating off the alpha.  

All he could think about was the way Jungkook had pinned him to the cold bathroom wall just yesterday and fucked him within an inch of his life.  

“-about the principle we discussed in class today.” Jimin tries to refocus is attention on where it actually needs to be. “Groups of four or five and no less, please. Submit a form online of who you’ll be pairing up with.” 

“G-groups?” Jimin sits up, turning towards Yoongi, confusion etched across his face.  

“Groups,” the green haired alpha nods. “There are fifteen cosmological principles and we need to make a PowerPoint over them.” 

“Great,” Jimin’s gaze surfs the room. His eyes landing on the annoyed omega from earlier right in front of them. She’s eying him slightly, before speaking up. 

“Um,” she turns fully around in her seat. “Jungkook, right?” The addressed looks up from where he’d been texting away on his phone. “Would you like to be in our group?” 

“Group? Uh-” The alpha leans forward on an inked elbow, clearing his throat. “No thanks.” He slings an arm over the back of Jimin’s chair and pulls the omega towards himself as if he weighs nothing. “I’m already paired up with him.” 

“Them,” Jimin corrects, scooting out of Jungkook’s hold. “I’m paired up with Yoongi and we need a group of four.” He sticks his chin out at the group of young girls before them. “Go ahead and partner up with them. They only need one more person.” 

“Well, our group is already full then, isn’t it?” Jungkook turns his attention away from Jimin. “Namjoon’ll be with us. Sorry girls.” 

The group turns back around, giggling as they do, excited from the short interaction with the nitrous play boy. 

“Not even going to ask permission?” Jimin crosses his arms over his chest, he leans away slightly and bumps into Yoongi’s chest. The small alpha has turned to face the omega completely, his knees against his chair and his arm on the back of his seat.  

Jungkook eyes Yoongi, resting on his elbow. “You two didn’t seem to want to cozy up to anyone else so I just thought I’d make it easy for all of us.” 

“Okay, then.” Jimin bends, gathering his bad from the floor and sliding his things inside. “I’ll submit the form when I get home. I’m leaving early.” 

“I’ll drive you,” Jungkook announces, picking his mostly empty bag up off the floor.  

“No thanks,” Jimin stands. 

“I will,” and the agitated omega stops in his tracks. Turning with a small smile at the green haired omega who stares up at him, dangling keys from his fingertips. “You can even pick the music.” 

“I’ll have to take you up on that,” Jimin says, but he doesn’t say it to Yoongi, even though his words are meant for him. He speaks directly at Jungkook, watching as slight irritation blossoms across his face.  

“See you Friday, Jeon,” Jimin adds, brushing the alpha with his hip as he walks away, a different alpha following him right after. 

~ ~ ~  

“So,” Yoongi says as he throws himself down onto Jimin’s ugly green couch. “Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Ferris Bullers Day Off, Indiana Jones, but the second one, The Notebook, and F-” the alpha turns his head to Jimin and away from the stack of CDs he was reading from, “Fifty Shades of Gray, you little freak.” Jimin giggles in response. 

“When you said you had a good collection of movies, this,” he throws the small stack in his hand onto the coffee table his legs are propped upon, “wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.” 

“Oh,” Jimin sips from his straw in the cup of coffee he’d just made, “I know it sucks. That was just an excuse to get you to hang out with me.” 

A slow smile appears on his face. “You could have just asked. I doubt there’s anything I’d deny you.” 

Jimin scoots closer on his folded legs. “Noted,” he breathes. 

Yoongi puts an arm across the back of the couch, both leaned in. They sit just inches away and Jimin itches to kiss him, even when Yoongi makes no move of coming closer.  

He wants to know how different the minty alpha tastes. Wants to feel how different the alpha feels against his skin. If he can fill him the way he can. 

“Minnie!” Jimin jumps in his seat, turning to sit on his heels and to look at the door. “We are going to a party tonight!” Taehyung comes stumbling, trying to quickly take off his shoes as he goes. Hoseok giggling and swaying behind him.  

The pair tipsily walk in together, trying to hold one another up for dear life. Their gaze land on the pair on the couch, Yoongi waving a hand slightly in greetings, and their eyes widen almost comically.  

“Park Jimin!” Hoseok throws himself on the back of the couch, checking Yoongi out. “You slut!” 

“You guys are supposed to be at your afternoon classes.” Jimin puts his drink on the table next to him. “This is Min Yoongi, I met him today in Astronomy. He drove me home so invited him in to watch a movie.” 

Taehyung throws himself on the pink haired omega, nuzzling the top of his head. “Our movies are shit.” He giggles at the green haired alpha, as if it’s a secret. “Well then,” he claps. “Min Yoongi,” the brunette's face turns serious all of a sudden. “You are coming out with us tonight!" 

The green haired alpha opens his mouth, but Hoseok slams a finger against his lips. "We're adopting you." He whispers.  

Jimin tsks, slapping his friend's hand away. "You don't have to do shit. Don't let them peer pressure you into anything." He says to the alpha. "Where are you idiots even going?" 

"Jeon's frat," Taehyung says, leaning over to squish Yoongi's cheeks. "Which is exactly why you need something to ward off evil." 

"It has an actual name, you know," Jimin huffs. 

 
"Yeah," Hoseok pushes himself up from the couch, "but no one uses it." 

His friends disappear down the hallway, screaming that they're going to get ready over their shoulders. Jimin turns to the alpha, an awkward laugh on his lips. "Sorry about them." 

Yoongi chuckles back, watching the tipsy omegas giggle down the hall. "I like them. Very full of life, aren't they?" 

"That's an understatement." Jimin rubs down the alpha's thigh, forcing his attention back onto him, "You really don't have to go. They'll be disappointed while they're drunk but completely understand sober." 

"Nah," the alpha smiles, squeezing Jimin's hand on his leg, "I'll go. Besides," he sits up, gathering their drinks off the table before heading into the kitchen, "you guys need a ride. And I'm warding off evil, whatever that means. I'm assuming it's about that kid from today that you definitely didn't know." 

"Definitely, and we do need a ride," Jimin admits as he watches the alpha put their dishes in his kitchen sink, "I have a car, you know. It's just been in the shop for the past couple of weeks since some high school kid hit me drunk last month. I'm supposed to get it back next Thursday actually." 

Yoongi leans against the sink and crosses his arms over his chest. "Even when you get your set of wheels, I'm more than willing to be your designated driver." 

Jimin fights back a smile, biting down on his lip. "Give me five," he says, before disappearing into his room. 

~ ~ ~  

"Okay," Taehyung turns towards Hoseok and Jimin from where he'd called shotgun once they're parked. They can feel the chaos and hear the screaming voices and blasting music from the safety of Yoongi's car. "Me and you," the brunette points at himself then at Hoseok, "have fun and get as drunk as possible." 

The redhead salutes. "Aye aye, sir." 

"You," Taehyung sticks a finger into Jimin's chest, "have fun, but not too much fun. No alpha for you tonight no matter how hot or horny you are." 

"Tae," Jimin whines, "not in front of Yoongi please," said Alpha just raises his eyebrows in 'hello' when Jimin looks to him.  

"Right," Taehyung throws himself over the console. He hugs the alpha's green head to his chest and rubs his cheek along the top of it. "Bless you, my little sage stick." 

Then his omega’s best friends are crawling out of the car and slamming the doors shut behind them. 

"I'm really-" 

"Sorry about them?" Yoongi finishes for him. Jimin nods. "Don't be. I told you, I like them." 

~ ~ ~  

The party is exactly like the last 'Jeon Frat' party he'd been to. There's booze and sweaty bodies everywhere. The smell of weed and arousal hangs potent in the air.  

Except unlike last time, where the omega found a couch in the corner and claimed it, Jimin takes his time exploring his surrounding, Yoongi on his arm.  

It's exactly what he'd picture it to be; a typical frat house. There's pool tables, a messy kitchen, a large backyard with a pool in the back, and red solo cups left over from previous parties.  

There's nothing distinctly Jeon about it.  

"Hey," Yoongi presses up against his back, a large hand on his waist, "let’s hit the backyard. There's less people out there." 

Jimin nods and takes the alpha's hand in his, leading them through the sliding glass doors. The back porch is grand, in almost every sense of the word. String lights trace until the very edge of the backyard. A large sound system sits under an awning in the back, and the pool glows a vibrant blue in the dark of the night. 

Yoongi walks up to the bar right by the door and refills their drinks. 

The alcohol starts kicking in after that.  

Yoongi is a good dancer, Jimin comes to learn. Their physiques align perfectly. Yoongi's leg slots so sweetly between his, his fingers cup the back of his head just right.  

Yoongi moves his body as if he's made of water, and Jimin drinks him right in.  

Soon, but not soon enough, Jimin realizes that the party has moved outside, his small moment with the green haired alpha only momentarily interrupted.  

They find themselves with bare feet in the shallow end as the party rages on behind them, yet no one seems brave enough to venture into the cold pool. 

"The Neighborhood for your favorite artist," Yoongi laughs, taking a deep swig of his drink, "how did I know?" 

"What can I say," Jimin bumps his shoulder into his, "I just scream 'Daddy Issues,' don't I?" 

Yoongi laughs, the deep and enticing way an alpha does, and Jimin preens as the man's hand squeezes his thigh.  

A football splashes into the water mere inches away from where Jimin is sitting. Yoongi leans across Jimin's lap, picking the sports ball up and throwing it back at the alpha across the pool. "Watch yourself!" The minty alpha yells. 

Jimin wraps an arm around the alpha as he laughs, looking to the group of alpha playing ball, when he sees him. He tries not to let it show that he's affected. Because he's not. He digs his head into Yoongi's shoulder. 

The alpha Yoongi had delivered the ball to, throws it right into Jungkook's awaiting hands. The alpha looks devilishly handsome, as he always does. He's surrounded by alphas Jimin recognizes as Jungkook's fellow frat mates. Alphas that climbed the social ladder high enough to be blessed with a Jeon's presence. A group of omega sit on the patio chairs and couches right behind them, watching the alphas play. 

He quirks his pierced eyebrow at Jimin and mouths around the word 'Sorry.' 

Jeon Jungkook is a "Fucking asshole." 

"Who?" Yoongi says, looking down at Jimin. "The Jeon guy?" 

Jimin makes a face when he realizes he's spoken out loud. "Yeah, the Jeon guy." He admits.  

"Want to tell me what happened between you and him?" An arm wraps around the omega's thin waist, Jimin smiles up at him, trying to find the right words to say.

"Are you Park Jimin?" Rings in the air before he can speak.

The omega sits up, unraveling himself from his new friend, and turns slightly. A small group of omegas has them circled. A tall boy stands in the middle, his scent sour, with freshly dyed blonde hair.  

"Whose asking?" Jimin tries his best to give a polite smile. 

"Is it true you've slept with Jungkook?" Another omega calls out.  

"It's not," he doesn't hesitate to lie.  

"Well," the first omega says, squatting down into the pink haired boy's space. "I run this campus sweetheart, so don't think you can lie to me, and I've heard you're the newest repeat fuck of his." 

Jimin sighs and holds back his scowl. "So what if I am?" 

"So, I'm Choi Mujin." 

Jimin nods, waiting for the boy to go on. He doesn't. He looks back across the pool. The party has gone mostly still. The group of alphas have stopped throwing the ball around, the man himself has taken a seat on an ottoman and sits upon the leathery furniture as if it's a throne. His eyes are trained on Jimin. 

"Uh," He glances at Yoongi, "cool?" 

"Um," another omega in the back that Jimin hadn't even noticed speaks up. "He's practically Jungkook's omega. They're like, unofficially official." 

Jungkook didn't seem to be official with anyone else when he was balls deep in him, fucking him like his life depended on it, but Jimin decides against saying that. 

"Uh, sorry your unofficial official alpha fucked me, then. Won't happen again," he sticks his hand out. "Pinky promise." 

"Slut." 

Is the last thing he hears, before he's sent spiraling into the icy chlorine waters.  

His shoulder hits the concrete hard. And bubbles fly from his mouth as he cries out.  

His heart races, and his hands struggle to find purchase on something, anything. His chest fills with panic and he kicks with all his might but he feels as if he's going nowhere.  

Then, there's a distant splash and arms around his waist. 

When he breaks the surface, he gasps so hard his lungs burn. His ears pop and he coughs up water as he's dragged out of the pool. 

"What the fuck!" He hears Yoongi's distinct voice yell.  

"The slut seems eager to get wet every time my alpha is around, so I thought I'd help him out." 

Jimin heaves more, spewing bitter water out. His shoulder aches. Humiliation burns in his very core. 

"He's obviously not your alpha if he's out fucking a different omega every week. Grow the fuck up. Your problem is with him, not Jimin." The pink haired omega watches with teary eyes as Yoongi crowds into the boy's space, water dripping from his clothes. "Or is it you know Jungkook won't spare you a second glance so you act like a fucking child and take it out on the omegas who are actually hot enough for his attention?" 

Tears well up in the boy's eyes, and his chin quivers.  

"Yoongi," Jimin whimpers and the alpha's attention immediately falls upon him. The green haired man bends and helps Jimin to his feet, Jimin whining when Yoongi's gentle hands find his shoulder. He looks down, to find blood dripping down his wet arm. 

"Wait here," Yoongi says after he's led Jimin to a bathroom that sits quietly at the end of the hall inside. "I'll go round up your friends and bring the car around. Run some hot water and warm yourself." 

Jimin stares at the tile floor and the small pool of water gathering around his feet. Suddenly there are cold hands cupping his face. His eyes meet the alpha's earthy ones, as wet green hair falls into his face.  

"I'll be right back, okay?" The alpha says, placing their foreheads together and rubbing his thumb under Jimin's eyes when stray tears begin to fall.  

Jimin nods into his hold, closing his eyes as the alpha kisses his forehead in a gesture of comfort.  

Once Yoongi is gone and the door is closed behind him, Jimin stares at his reflection. His clothes a mess, his lips purple from the cold as makeup sits a mess on his face. 

He watches the tears well up in his eyes and he wills them not to fall. 

Pure embarrassment and humiliation burns in his gut and he breathes deeply, trying to dissociate from the negative feelings. 

He feels stupid. 

Not only because some small part of him had trusted Jungkook to keep a promise, but because who the fuck almost drowns in the shallow end of the pool. 

He could have just stood up for fucks sake.

His scissors saw at the bundle of strings he is feeling. He even makes work of closing his eyes and making the cutting motion with his fingers, taking a deep breath as he does. 

There's a light knock on the door and Jimin cusses out loud. He already knows who it is.  

"Go away," he yells, anger boiling in his gut. He allows himself to feel that. 

"Just thought you could use some dry clothes." 

Jimin all but rips the door off its hinges. Jungkook stands before him, dry, impassive, and holding a pair of expensive fabrics in his hands. 

"No clothes for Yoongi?" He raises an eyebrow and Jungkook forces his body through the door, closing it behind him.  

"He wouldn't fit in my clothes." 

"Bullshit." He says, snatching the offered items out of his grasp, a sneer on his face. "You're twice his size. Of course they'd fit." 

Jimin peels the wet clothes from his skin. He may be mad at the man but the itch his skinny jeans were providing won out against being petty. Jungkook shamelessly watches Jimin go nude, his eyes zeroing on the large concrete burn across Jimin's pale skin. Jimin inspects the injury in the mirror, flinching when his fingers brush it, as the alpha sits on the lidded toilet. 

Jimin pulls the man's clothes on and equally hates and enjoys the feeling of rain that blossoms across his skin. He stares at the alpha through the reflection, waiting. 

When Jimin realizes the alpha has no intention of leaving, he heads toward the door.  

"What?" Jungkook calls. "No thank you?" 

"Uh," Jimin swiftly turns around, pure shock on his face. "What the fuck do you want me to thank you for? Not keeping your bitches in line? Because thanks. Exactly how I wanted my night to go." 

"I didn't ask Minjun to say shit to you. His attitude is not my fault. I could barely even remember his name the two times I fucked him." 

Jimin stares at the man, hands on his hips, jaw dropped. "Are you fucking serious?" 

"What?" Jungkook stands from the toilet.  

"Munjin." Jimin laughs. His body folds over as he does, the alpha looking at him confusedly. "His name is fucking Munjin, you piece of shit. Oh my god." He wipes a tear from his eye. "He thinks you're dating and you don't even know his name." 

"Which just proves how insane he is, Jimin. I didn't-" 

"I know," Jimin interrupts. "You didn't ask for him to act like that. I get that. I'm pissed at you," Jimin says as he sticks a finger in the alpha's meaty chest, "because you kissed and told, Jeon." 

"I didn't-" 

"Kim Seokjin?" 

The alpha's expression steels.  

"Looks like it's not my friends that need to be kept on a leash." Jimin basks in the glare Jungkook gives him, before turning and heading towards the door. "Don't expect to hear from me again, and I'm keeping your shit. Don't bother coming to class, I'll do your work for you." 

Jungkook is suddenly pinning him up against the bathroom counter, his inked fingers digging into his cheeks as he holds the omega in place.  

"Mujin doesn't mean anything to me." 

Jimin glares at the alpha through his eyelashes. Jungkook is pissed, for whatever reason. Jimin thinks he could figure out why, the idea nagging in the back of his mind, but he decides he doesn't care to try. 

He lifts his chin, his plush lips grazing the alpha's slightly.  

"I don't care who you fuck, Jeon," he whispers with as much venom that he muster, "as long as it isn't me." 

Jimin slams the door shut on the way out. 

~ ~ ~  

Jungkook coughs, the hit he inhales is too big, even for him.  

He's had too much.  

He takes another deep drag of the rolled joint between his inked fingertips.  

His head lulls to the side from where he sits on the floor, his back pressed up against the couch in his room. The omega in his lap takes the chance to kiss down his jugular, scenting and biting as she does. 

The dim lights in the room streak as he moves his eyes around. Everything is slow. Cloudy. His mind is hazy. Confused. His vision lands on the drugs on the coffee table before him, white powder a mess, and his nose still burns from inhaling it.  

The omega palms him through his jeans, her own nose bleeding. She was the resident addict of his friend group. He'd seen her around before. Always on the sidelines. Always laughing at the jokes that didn't involve her. Always so eager to please. 

He remembers the look on her face when he'd sought her out just an hour before. She was decent looking, but it wasn't her body he was interested in. It was the drugs he knew she was carrying.  

Her eye lit up in the way an omega's eyes always did when he smiled at them. Within minutes he had her in his room all but humping his thigh.  

All his life, he's gotten what he wanted.  

Every omega, alpha, and everyone in between, always spread their legs for him the second he looked their direction.  

Even Park Jimin. 

He still remembers the first time he'd laid eyes on the pink haired beauty. He looked so good, so delicious, under the lights of his frat. He'd seen a million omegas sit in that exact chair, had even fucked a few on it, but none of them glowed the way Park Jimin did.  

"Jungkook," is moaned in his ear. He lets the girl climb into his lap, lets her grind down on him, lets her undo his jeans, and watches her slip off her underwear. He takes another drag of his joint and looks at her. He watches the smoke exit his mouth and part around her. 

"Tastes so good when it's from you," he hears in the back of his head, and he releases a long groan. 

The omega moans loudly as she sinks down on him.  

He feels hands on his cheeks, but they’re not from the girl bouncing on his cock. They're small, a little chubby.  

"I liked how big you are. I liked the burn. I liked how I could barely take you, but you made sure I did. Want that again." Is whispered into his ear, but the voice doesn't come from the girl above him. It comes deep from the back of his mind and shudders through his body. 

"Fuck," he hears himself rasp in his memory, "you're so-" 

Perfect.  

He remembers the word being on the tip of his tongue.  

He sees pink hair in his inked fingers as he pulls on long locks. Sees a delicate drawing of the moon and her phases as he thrusts. He smells the pungent smell of peaches mixed with weed, then school air, then arousal, as his mind pushes him through memory lane.  

The omega he can barely remember the name of all but screams as he flips them over. He never remembers names. He never really has. Even back in elementary, he could barely remember the name of his teachers. No one was ever important enough to remember.  

But Park Jimin. 

That was a name he couldn't forget.  

It echoed in his mind, and off his lips when he pleasured himself in the shower.  

Park Jimin.  

It was a name that all but consumed his mind.  

He can feel the omega below him watching him. He can feel the way she's enraptured by him. Everyone he's ever fucked has always been.  

Even Park Jimin.  

Jimin moaned in his ear the way she did. Scratched down his back like she did. Cried for him like she was. He thrust harder. What made Jimin important enough for Jungkook to remember his name? To want to know it?  

He was painfully normal. A regular student with regular friends and a regular life. He'd spread his legs just as fast as everyone else ever had for him. Yet, Jungkook's frenzied heart seemed to beat in excitement every time the color pink entered his view.  

The omega screams as she comes, but Jungkook doesn't stop, doesn't even slow down. He's not here for her.  

"Don't expect to hear from me," he hears.  

What he would give to hear the omega. To hear him moan and scream his name in that beautiful way he did. He remembers the anxiety that sparked in his chest when the pink haired boy said that sentence. The fear, as he was suddenly transported back into middle school, watching his mother leave on business trips with no promise of returning.  

"Mujin doesn't mean anything to me." He had said. He didn't know why. But he knew he needed Jimin to know that. He needed him to know no one had ever meant jack shit to Jungkook, not even his own father. 

"I don't care who you fuck, Jeon, as long as it isn't me." 

He finally comes, long and hard, all over the omega's chest.  

Jungkook wants him to care. Wants him to want Jungkook. Wants him to be haunted by the idea of them the way he is. The idea scares him.  

Jungkook doesn't know if can only fuck one omega the way a 'them' requires. But as the girl licks down his shaft and all he can picture is the view of Jimin on his knees, lapping and sucking as he cries, he thinks he might be able to after all.

Chapter Text

Two months. 

Two months since his group project in Astronomy had taken place. Namjoon, Yoongi, and he gave their presentation without Jungkook. 

An entire two fucking months since he and Jungkook had slept together. There had only been a couple of occasions where the alpha actually showed up to class and during those rare days, Jungkook didn’t even spare him a glance.

Not that Jimin cared. Because he didn’t. He was rather happy that Jungkook was finally leaving him alone.

But, fuck, did it frustrate him that he was the one being ignored and not doing the ignoring. 

Jungkook was the one who had practically begged to fuck him. Jungkook was the one who followed him into the bathroom at the party. Jungkook had always been the chaser, the wanter, and Jimin had always been the chased, the wanted. 

But Jimin didn't care. Really, he didn't. Not when he now had an amazing boyfriend. An alpha that treated him so kindly and fucked him so deep. 

Jimin didn't want Jungkook anymore, not when he had Yoongi. 

Their first date had felt like a movie. Jimin got the butterflies when Yoongi tucked his hair behind his ear. Jimin blushed when Yoongi asked to kiss him. Everything had felt so magical and it was everything Jimin had ever wanted. 

Jimin was slowly but surely falling in love with the minty alpha, and he couldn't be happier. 

But for some stupid, fucked up, unknown reason, the alpha he dreamed about at night didn't have green hair, but a silky black. The arms that held him in his dreams were tattooed and crude, not pale and gentle. 

And Jimin fucking hated it. With all his being if he might add. 

Yoongi kisses the back of his neck, covering him with the refreshing feeling of mint that tingles his body all the way down to his toes. "Good morning," the alpha rasps from where he's still wrapped around Jimin's sleeping form. 

"Morning," Jimin whispers into the silent room. He turns in the green haired man's embrace, smiling as Yoongi immediately dives in, peppering his face with soft kisses.

Yoongi was so good. Treated him so good. Fucked him so good. Made Jimin feel so good in every sense of the word. He was exactly what Jimin needed in life. A stable rock to ground him.

Jimin couldn't ask for anything better than what he had with Yoongi. He shouldn't. 

And he didn't.

He didn't want better than Yoongi. There was no such thing.

He wanted so much worse. And what killed him the most was the fact that he was aware of it. 

The green haired alpha nosed down his throat, and Jimin giggled at the sensation, before patting the man's head. "We have class. It's the first AM astronomy class we've had all year." 

Yoongi groans like a dramatic toddler, throwing his back onto the bed, and releasing the omega. "Fuck astronomy."

Jimin leans forward, smiling into the kiss he places on his boyfriend's forehead. "You can fuck me after instead. But only if you behave yourself."

The alpha's eyes widen almost comically, then his signature devilish smirk takes over his face. "I'll have to take you up on that."

~ ~ ~ 

Jimin knew the day would come. He did. Jungkook had to come back to class at some point if he wanted to pass that is. 

But seeing the dark haired alpha stalk through the doors ten minutes late into the lecture, Namjoon stumbling in close behind, still sends shivers of shock down his spine. Because it's shock he feels. Shock. Nothing else.

It's definitely shock that heats up his stomach as the alpha's eyes immediately find his, despite the large crowd he sits in. 

Jimin busies himself with doodling on Yoongi's arm for the rest of the class, trying his best to ignore the eyes digging into the back of his head. Yoongi feels them, too. He knows that from the way his minty alpha keeps turning his head, openly staring back at Jungkook. And even though Jimin doesn't have the balls to interrupt their little alpha stare down, he knows for a damn fact that Jungkook doesn't bother hiding the fact he's been caught staring. 

The second the professor announces class is finished, Jimin can't pack his and Yoongi's bags quicker. He can tell just from his boyfriend's demeanor, the alpha is ready for confrontation the way he always it. And he knows Jungkook well enough to know the dark haired alpha never backs down from a fight.

"Park," he hears, and he all but physically collapses then and there. 

"Jeon," he tries to smile politely, his face tight and strained as he turns. 

There Jungkook stands. Look as fucking scrumptious as ever. The fucking audacity. 

"We were just leaving," he says, grabbing onto Yoongi's arm, but much to his dismay, and not to his surprise, his alpha doesn't budge. 

"Did Jimin borrow money from one of you or something?" He crosses his arms over his chest. 

"No?" Namjoon speaks up when he sees that Jungkook has no intention of doing so. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, your pig headed friend was staring at him all class like Jimin owed him something. Which," Yoongi laughs dryly, "we all know isn't true."

"I can look at whoever the fuck I want." Jungkook raises his chin, and Jimin tries to hold back his snarl. 

"Maybe look at someone who is actually interested next time," Yoongi's lips curl back. "My omega doesn't want anything to do with you."

"Yoongi," Jimin scolds at his tone of voice. 

"And why don't you pick fights you can actually win, little alpha," Jungkook steps forward, his chest puffed out, only to be held back by a firm hand on his arm. 

"Great seeing you again, Jimin," Namjoon cuts in, despite the salty smell of angry alpha pheromones. "We're having a party tomorrow night. I'd love to see you and your friends there." He smiles, showing off his dimples.

"I'll talk to them about it," Jimin tightly smiles back, pulling with all his might on Yoongi's arm. The alpha finally gives in, growling slightly as he passes Jungkook and follows the pink haired omega into the hallway. 

"The fuck, Yoon!" Jimin turns to say once the lecture doors close behind them. He continues to drag his boyfriend off campus. 

"He was staring at you all fucking class! Like you were a piece of fucking meat he owned! You expect me to just sit there and let him so do?" Yoongi pulls his arm away, taking the lead and slamming the exit doors open. 

"Yeah," Jimin flails his hands around him, "yeah I do. Because you not letting him is just going to rile him up even more!"

"He shouldn't be riled up over you in the first place!" Yoongi fishes his car keys out of his pocket. "First off, you're my boyfriend. Not his." He slams the car door behind him as Jimin enters the passenger seat. "He lost his fucking chance. He treated you like shit and walked all over you, Jimin. Filth like him has no right even breathing the same fucking air-" After his fifth failed attempt of jabbing the key into the ignition, he slams his hands down on the steering wheel. "Fuck!"

Jimin sighs, pulling Yoongi's hands into his. "Baby," he whispers as the green haired alpha huffs. "Baby, it's alright. The little fling I had with Jungkook is over. You're right," he cups the side of his boyfriend's face, who nuzzles into his hand immediately despite the anger overtaking him. "What he and I had is long over. He's just mad he can only dream of treating me half as good as you do, babe."

"I don't want him to dream it," Yoongi pouts, looking adorable, despite the pissed off scent he gives off. 

"He doesn't," Jimin says, rubbing under the alpha's face. "He wants nothing more than my body. My heart belongs to you, Min Yoongi. I can promise that."

And Jimin thinks he means it. He doesn't regret the words as Yoongi pulls out of the parking lot. He thinks his heart might just belong to the minty man. 

~ ~ ~

Jimin really does think he loves Yoongi. Really.

His body on the other hand, he wished would just follow along to what his heart was saying. 

He had zero fucking intention of going to the party Namjoon probably invited him to out of pity, nonetheless, he finds himself standing in the frat house the next day, Taehyung on his arm, and a lie on his lips to his loving boyfriend. 

The party buzzes the usual way it does. But Jimin notices the extra glances he gets. He's used to attention, looking as good as he usually did made sure of that. But Jimin wasn't dressed up tonight. He was here for the free booze only, he'd told Taehyung. So, he knows the attention he's getting now is from the surfacing rumors still floating around about him and Jungkook.

The alpha hadn't fucked anyone in a week. Which was big news apparently, considering that it had gotten back to Jimin's small corner of the world he'd carved out for himself. 

Rumor was that Jungkook had an omega. An official official one. And the rumor was that it was one of his repeat fucks. Jimin's name being one on the very short list. 

"Okay," Taehyung clasps his hands together, right after throwing a shot back. "There's a hot omega over there begging to be kissed, so I'm going to go make sure she gets one." His omega best friend says, pouring another pair of shots.

They were on their fourth round in a row now. Taehyung rounds the corner, vodka shooting down his throat as he does. He slaps Jimin's ass, which bounces in response, then disappears into the crowd.

Jimin giggles as he watches his best friend stalk away, sawing his hips, meaning he was on the prowl. Jimin pours himself a drink. Rum and coke, trying to keep it simple, and finds the small couch he'd sat upon on his first party in the house. He claims it quickly. Throwing his arms and legs out, sighing as he sinks into the cushions. 

"Oh my god," he frowns as a shrill voice sounds in the air. He peaks an eye open from where he had closed them in peace, to see Namjoon and a purple haired alpha barreling straight towards him.

"The sweet smelling omega!" Seokjin, Jimin assumes, screams, falling right into the couch, with no respect for Jimin's legs. "Never thought I'd see you again after Namjoon told me you outright rejected Kookie!"

"Ha," Jimin nervously laughs, looking over to Namjoon who just sits in the armchair to his right, an expression that screams 'sorry,' all over his face. "Well, there's more here than just Jungkook, isn't there?"

"Very true!" Seokjin giggles, obviously drunk, his solo cup in his hands swirling around as he speaks. "So happy you realize that! You're too cute to not have around. We need a couple of hotties like ourselves to spice up the place."

"I'm not on the market right now," Jimin doesn't know why he says it. Doesn't exactly match the flow of the conversation, but he feels the need to put it out there. 

"Oh," Soekjin pulls back as if he'd been burned, some of the brown liquid in his fingers sloshing out onto the couch. "Really? Does Jungkookie know that? He's had his eyes on you since you've gotten here. And I know those kinds of eyes if you know what I mean."

Jimin grimaces, and the song blaring from the speakers comes to an end. Filling the air with an awkward silence.

"Jungkook does know," Namjoon says, rubbing the back of his head. "He's even spoken to Jimin's alpha on numerous occasions."

Seokjin belly laughs. "That sounds just like our Kookie. A pure asshole to the end of his days." He speaks with fondness, despite his words. Once he's satisfied with his giggle fest, he tries to readjust himself on the cushions, and Jimin watches in horror, as his cup goes toppling forward, right onto Jimin's pants.

Both Namjoon and Seokjin gasp as if they are equally guilty, instantly fussing over him. He begrudgingly lets Namjoon lead him to a bathroom, a rather large one he's never been to before, as Seokjin scrambles to Namjoon's room to get Jimin a pair of the purple haired alpha’s pants he kept there.

Jimin stands in the bathroom, the buzz of the party softer from behind the closed door, a pair of baggy sweats in his hand, the door freshly closed by Seokjin.

He blinks a couple of times, trying to ground himself, before sliding his skinny jeans off and pulling the sweats on. He rubs a hand over his face before he gets to work, scrubbing tirelessly at his jeans so they don't stain, when there's a light knock at the door. 

"Occupied!" He half heartedly shouts. Despite his words, he hears the door slowly creak open, only to shut soon after. He turns on his heels. "I said occ-"

He clicks his tongue. 

He sighs, trying to calm the rage and fire building within. 

Snip.

He turns back to the sink, picking up the cloth he'd been scrubbing with backup.

"Not even going to acknowledge me? Kick me out at least?" is said, and Jimin's heart skips a beat when the soft sound of the lock clicking echoes in the bathroom. 

Jimin scrubs away, even though his attention isn't even close to being on his jeans. His focus is zeroed in on the alpha slowly approaching him from behind.

“Little alpha said you were his now,” he feels whispered into the side of his neck, “is that true?”

“What do you want, Jungkook?” Jimin turns the sink on, letting the alpha's arms circle his waist. 

"Take a wild guess," then, the dark haired man's lips are ghosting down the side of his neck. Jungkook bites and nibbles and kisses and sucks. It sends sparks down the omega's spine and heat right to his gut. 

"Jungkook," Jimin tries to sound firm, tries to make his voice sound like a warning, but the alpha's name comes out airy and breathless. Jimin sticks his hand into the man's dark wavy locks, with every intention to pull Jungkook away from his assault on his neck, but instead, his small hands thread through the silkiness and lock themselves there. 

"Hm," the alpha acknowledges, his fangs graze Jimin's scent gland, and the omega's legs give out, sending him straight into the counter.

The alpha's hand travels dangerously low, tattooed fingers dipping into his sweatpants.

Snip.

"Jungkook," he tries again. "We can't do this." But his hand squeezes the hair between its small fingers harder.

"I know," Jungkook cups him through his underwear and Jimin gasps.

"I have a boyfriend," he moans. 

"I know," the alpha pulls him in, and Jimin's ass grinds back from the motion.

"I think I love him," Jimin's voice comes out as a whisper. His sentence finally seems to reach the alpha's ears. He stills for a moment. Jimin can feel Jungkook's jaw tighten as he clenches it. 

Then, Jimin is thrust forward, hands flying out to the mirror to catch himself.

"I don't care," the alpha leans forward, whispering darkly into Jimin's ear. "No matter who your heart belongs to, no matter who you think you love. Even if you hate me, even if you won't even look in my direction. You will always want me, Jimin."

Jungkook pulls down Jimin's pants in one quick motion and enters him even faster. A scream dies out on his lips from the sudden intrusion. 

Jungkook fucks into him quickly and mercilessly, small unintelligible sounds leaving the omega's lips as he pushed harder and harder into the bathroom sink. 

"You can lie all you want to me and yourself in that little head of yours but your body will always," the alpha growls, thrusting harder, "always, belong to me." 

Jimin wants to deny him. Tell him he's wrong. But Jimin knows Jungkook is right. Those would be just words.

He could tell him he's delusional, but the way Jimin grips onto the facet for dear life, turning it on and off from the velocity he's being pounded into, will oppose that. He could tell him he's obsessive and not in a sane state of mind, but the way Jimin scratches his back will tell him otherwise. 

And the way Jimin kisses him, licking filthily into his mouth with a hunger that comes from deep within, will always, always, speak louder than any words Jimin could ever hope to say.

Jungkook has Jimin half suspended in the air now, his toes barely grazing the floor as the omega struggles to keep stable. His hips ache from the grip the alpha has on him, and his shoulders, back, and neck sting from where Jungkook has sucked countless hickeys into his pale skin. 

There's a knock at the door, and Jimin feels like he sobers up immediately. 

"Occupied," Jungkook echoes his earlier words.

"Jungkook," Jimin all but whines, hand reaching back to place itself on the alpha's abdomen. Jimin gets momentarily distracted by the feels of muscle rippling under his fingertips. "Jungkook we have to stop." 

Another, more insistent, knock pounds against the wood. 

"I said, fucking occupied!" Jungkook growls and Jimin is suddenly in the air, the alpha's thick arms under his thighs as he slams the omega into the wall next to the sink. His fangs are embedded deep into Jimin's shoulder as he fucks him harshly against the wall. 

Jimin's eyes roll to the back of his head, the alpha's teeth so close to where a mating mark would be. And some sick part of him, he finds, relishes in the idea of being mated to Jungkook, the rest of him sparks up in fear. He pulls at the alpha hair, hard. But the man merely moans into his flesh. 

Jimin lips pull back in a snarl. "Get your teeth out of me, Jungkook."

The alpha growls, vibrating both of their bodies as he does. His arms jostle Jimin slightly, and he somehow starts to fucking Jimin even deeper, the omega's jaw dropping open in pure ecstasy. 

The alpha finally relaxes his jaw as Jimin starts to loudly moan. "Don't tell me what to do, omega," he growls deeply into Jimin's ear. 

"I'll," his words break off in a moan, "I'll do whatever the fuck I want."

"Oh, really?" the alpha mocks. "I don't think you're in the position to make many demands."

Jimin snarls in Jungkook's face, whose eyes light up at the expression, red starting to peak through his irises. "Growl at me again," he says.

Pissed, Jimin leans forward and bites. His teeth breaking skin and blood flowing into his mouth. Jungkook falters for a second as Jimin latches onto his biceps. His arm constricts in pain and his hold loosens on the omega. 

Jimin's feet hit the floor, and he pants in victory, only to find his legs are made of jelly, and he falls quickly to the floor.

He has no time to recover, before Jungkook's tattooed fingers are burying themselves into his blonde locks, and there's a thick cock parting his lips. 

"Always so fucking sassy. Always have some shit to say. Always know how to hurt people's feelings like a true bitch. No one is sick enough to fuck a piece of shit like you except me." Jungkook fucks his mouth roughly, despite the way Jimin claws at his thighs. 

The alpha pulls out for a minute, letting Jimin breathe. The omega coughs and gags, spit running down his chin. 

"Yoongi makes sure he fucks the bitch out of me, unlike you," his voice is raspy as it comes out of his abused throat. 

The alpha's lips pull back, and then Jimin's being yanked up by his hair and then slammed face first onto the cold bathroom tile. Jungkook is back inside him instantly, spearing him open. 

"Don't you ever," a tattooed hand wraps around his throat from the front from where he has his ass in the air, "speak of another alpha when I've got my cock inside you."

"Then fuck me good enough the only alpha I can think about is you," he chokes out over the pressure on his windpipe. Jungkook pulls him up, pressing Jimin's sweaty back to his muscled chest, his hand still closed tightly around his throat. Jimin claws at the thick arm.

"I don't need to," he laughs darkly. "I know you thought of me when he fucked you. I know that every time he buried himself inside your fat ass you wished it was mine instead."

"Bullshit," is all Jimin can muster as his sweet spot is attacked endlessly.

"I can feel it in the way your body reacts to me, sweetheart. You can't escape your need for me. You can't escape the way you crave me." Jungkook pushes him down to the ground again, releasing his throat and gathering Jimin's arms in his, pinning them against his back one handedly. 

Jimin's mind goes blank as overwhelming pleasure fills his body. Tears start to stream from his eyes, smearing his makeup onto the bathroom floor. He distantly notes he's never cried during sex before. But then again, he's never felt so many intense emotions at once.

"Aw," he hears Jungkook's condescending voice ring. "Is my little omega crying? Getting fucked so good he can't take it?"

Jimin's mind reels at the use of 'my.'

"Tell me, baby," Jungkook leans forward, kissing at his neck, "do you want Alpha to slow down? Want me to fuck you nice and slow?"

He doesn't. 

"Please," he whispers, "can't take it."

He can.

"Oh, but you will, Park." Jungkook's tone goes from one of mock pity to vigorous hatred. "Only good omegas get what they want. Not sluts like you. Maybe if you begged me enough I'd think about it."

They both knew Jimin wouldn't beg. 

And he didn't.

Not even when Jungkook fucked him against almost every surface available. Even when he screamed in pain from overstimulation.

Even when Jungkook made him moan Yoongi's name so Jimin would remember he was an unfaithful slut. Even when Jimin's brainless chant of his boyfriend's name turned into one of "Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook," and the alpha shamelessly humiliated him for it.

Even when Jungkook's energy had left him, after coming three times, and the alpha ate him out for over an hour on the now warm tile floor, until the omega passed out.

Jimin didn't once mumble the word stop once, and took it all just the way Jungkook said he would.

~ ~ ~ 

Jimin hated himself. 

He was a disgusting piece of shit. 

He was the scum of the earth. 

He was an awful person and an even worse omega, he tells himself as he walks down the dully lit street. 

It was nearly 5 AM now, and the soft pastels of the sunrise peaked out over the city line. Jimin shivers from where he has his arms wrapped tightly around him as he sobs. His legs feel heavy and his body shakes as he cries. 

He's been sawing and sawing away, but even his mind won't let him cut his emotion strings. Even his mind knows he deserves to feel in the shitty way he does now. The strings won't cut, not matter how much he tries to imagine them to.

He had woken up, clean and warm, and in Jungkook's arms. The alpha held him they way Yoongi did in the mornings as if he was scared Jimin would disappear when he slept. The idea of Yoongi made him rush to the bathroom and vomit his small dinner up.

He stands outside his apartment door for a long time. At least half an hour he thinks. Hoseok wasn't home, he was away visiting his family. Taehyung wouldn't be either, more than likely in the bed of a pretty alpha or omega. But Yoongi was. Jimin had told him he could spend the night and wait for Jimin to get home from his night out with Taehyung. 

He pulls the door open with shaky fingers once his violent sobs have died down. His eyes find more tears to cry once the door is closed behind him and he's taken a bare footstep into the hallway. 

Green hair fans the back of the couch, soft snores emanate from the living room. His loving beautiful boyfriend had fallen asleep waiting for him.

He falls to the ground as he cries. The sound of his wails wakes Yoongi up, who is immediately rounding the couch and pulling the pink haired omega into his arms.

"Jimin, baby, what's wrong?" He cups his face, eyes wide as if he hadn't been asleep at all. Jimin watches with a breaking heart as Yoongi the omega in. The smell of alpha and sex cling to his skin, along with more bite marks and hickeys than Jimin would like to count. 

Yoongi blinks slowly, his expression going slack as he presses a thumb to a blossoming mark on Jimin's neck. "You fucked him."

Jimin's body shakes harder as another sob tears itself through him. 

"I'm so sorry," he covers his face. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry-" His words die off as Yoongi pulls him in again, letting Jimin wrap his arms around him as the omega mumbles apologies into his shirt. 

"It's okay, Jimin. Sh, baby. I know," Yoongi rubs up and down his back, not letting Jimin pull away even when the omega pushes at him.

"What do you mean okay?! I let that asshole fuck me, Yoongi! And I enjoyed it! I'm a piece of shit, I'm so sorry. Yoongi, I'm sorry." Jimin's spurt of anger dies out slowly as the alpha continues rocking him, rubbing his cheek along the top of his head, scenting him slightly. 

"I know you are, baby. I forgive you." Yoongi says, and Jimin somehow feels his heartbreak in a different way. 

"No, no, no, you can't. I don't deserve it."

"I knew he'd fuck you again, Jimin. It was only a matter of time before he made another move, and you've always been too weak to resist him. I can see it in your eyes every time you look at him." Yoongi lets Jimin pull away, but only slightly, cupping his face as the omega sobs. "But I see it when you look at me too, baby. I know you care about me. And I-" Yoongi tears up, and Jimin shakes his head. He can't cry. Jimin can't take it. "I love you, Park Jimin. I think I have from the very moment you invited me over to your apartment to watch shitty movies. I don't care if you fucked him, baby, I love you too much to."

"No, no," Jimin stands, pulling away from his boyfriend. "You can't forgive me. You can't-" He hiccups at the tears falling out of the alpha's eyes. "You're the best alpha I've ever met, Yoons. You deserve the entire fucking world and so much more. You're so kind. So good. And I'm not," Yoongi stands, trying to wrap his arms around the crying pink haired man. "No, Yoongi. You don't deserve me. This. I fucked everything up. I- I ch- I cheat-" his chest begins to rise and fall uncontrollably. 

"Jimin, baby-" Yoongi steps forward, concern lacing his features. 

"Leave," he says. Yoongi shakes his head. "Leave!" He screams. "Find someone who will love you the way you deserve."

The minty alpha stands there for a moment. His chest heaving as tears cascade down his sad features.

Then, much to both of their dismay, Yoongi does. He rushes out the door, with barely anytime to gather his things. 

Jimin collapse on the hard tile floor, and that's where Taehyung finds him hours later. Crying and empty as he stares at the ceiling, covered in love bites and the thick smell of sorrow.

~ ~ ~ 

Jimin's week didn't go up much from there. In fact, it somehow got increasingly worse. Yoongi had called him numerous times, and Jimin had caved every time he saw the alpha's name on the screen, both leaving the call with even heavier hearts and snotty noses. Yoongi loves him, and Jimin thinks he loves him too. No, he knows he does. He loves him too much to ever let himself fuck up Yoongi's life again.

Jimin didn't go to any of his classes, and he had tried to make up for the lost time in the library in the center of campus. 

That was where he was when it took the turn for being titled "absolute rock bottom." In a baggy sweatshirt, Yoongi had it left behind, nose deep in a textbook trying to catch up on the chapters he'd missed when a cold sweet smelling drink was poured over his head. He gasped, standing up in shock, his books and clothes soiled. 

"What the fuck!" He had exclaimed. 

Choi fucking Mujin stood before him, a mocking laugh on his lips as his bitchy friends followed behind him.

Or rather, Minjun, as Jungkook had called him. 

"What the fuck is your problem?" He had screamed, ice falling down his back.

"My problem?" The omega's smile dropped. "My problem is you, fucking slut! You fucked Jungkook, again. Not only that," Mujin inches closer, a sneer on his face, "but I heard you're a cheater now too. You've got two alphas willing to share just because you're that good at spreading your legs." Mujin stops inches from his face, a mocking smile on his lips. "I might just have to try some of that Park pussy to see what all the fuss is about. I bet you spread for omegas, too."

Jimin hawked up a loogie and spat it right in his condescending face.

Mujin didn't like that apparently, judging by the way he and his omega friend proceeded to throw multiple punches his way. Jimin was a swift dodger, though. Only one had landed on his face, busting his cheek, but the others had painfully landed on his torso. 

Jimin was on the ground, trying to regain his bearings, when Mujin pocketed his car keys and phone and raced away to do god knows what with them.

So, here Jimin stands, outside under an awning as it pours cats and dogs around him, clothes sticky, a busted cheek, no car or phone to seek aid from, and at least a two hour walk to his apartment, at absolute rock bottom. 

Tears well up in his eyes, and he finally braves the first step into the storm. His body moves on autopilot and he doesn't know where's arrived until he stands at a door. He knocks, against his own better judgment, and then he hears surprised exclamations and scuffling sounds. He waits for a while until the door finally opens.

And there Jungkook stands. Shirtless and relaxed as Jimin shivers before him from anger and the rain. 

Without another second of hesitation, Jimin launches forward, his hand connecting with the alpha's face. Jungkook doesn't stumble. He tongues his new cut on his pierced lips and then slowly turns his head. Soft murmurs and whispers sound from the frat house and Jungkook sighs.

"Let's do this outside," he says, reaching back into the door, grabbing his jacket off the rack, then closing the door behind him.

Jungkook steps into the rain without a second though, turning the corner into the small alleyway between his frat house and the neighboring building. 

The alpha leans back onto the brick wall, lighting a cigarette expertly despite the falling water, as Jimin shakes before him, trying not to cry.

"You," his lip wobbles, so he tries again. "You ruined everything."

Jungkook takes a drag of the nicotine, waiting for Jimin to continue. 

"Everything, Jungkook," Jimin cries. "I think I loved him, you know. Genuinely."

"He dump you?" Jungkook exhales, white smoke leaving his lips as he does.

"Fuck you," Jimin spits, "but no. That's the worst part. He was willing to stay with me. I had to break up with him."

Jungkook lifts a pieced eyebrow as if he's impressed. "Mashocistic bastard."

Jimin races forward, slamming his fist into the man's chest bare chest from where he has his jacket half-zipped with all his might, the alpha barely flinching as he does. "Don't you dare speak of him," he glares through his wet lashes. "He's more than half the alpha you could only dream of being."

Jungkook steps away from the way and into Jimin's face. "Then why was it me you fucked that night and not him? You act like I forced you into it, but we both know you showed up that night with every intention of me ending up balls deep in you. Take some responsibility for your actions, Park."

Snip.

"Do you know why I'm here, Jungkook?" Jimin lifts his chin, his lips baring his teeth. "I'm here because Mujin stole my car keys and phone and left me stranded in the middle of campus because you aired out my dirty laundry once again. Would it fucking kill you to keep your lips sealed for once?"

"I only told-"

"Or better yet, how about you finally man up and mate one of the fucking bazillion omegas you've stuck your dick into and be done with it? You're the slut, Jungkook. The sluttiest whore I've ever had the misfortune of meeting. And it's time someone finally told you that."

"Me?" Jungkook's eyebrows shoot up in shock. "I'm the slut? Let's ask Yoongi who he think is slutier-"

Rage overtakes Jimin's body, and he all but rips the cigarette from Jungkook's inked fingers. He sticks the butt of it right into Jungkook's skin, right over his smelly fucking scent gland. Jungkook pulls back immediately, hand flying up to cover his neck as he curses, but the damage has already been done. When the alpha lifts his hand again, Jimin sees a nasty burn mark that will surely leave a scar.

Jungkook looks at his bloodied hand and then back at Jimin, who smiles in his face. 

"Slut," he says slowly, with pure venom, over the pitter patter of the rain around them.

Then, Jungkook is on him. Pushing him harshly into the brick wall, their teeth clanging together as they go. His eager hands push away Jimin's clothes, Yoongi's sweatshirt, and Jimin makes work of the alpha's zip up and pants. Within moments, Jimin is split open on Jungkook's dick as the alpha holds him in the air.

Jungkook sinks his teeth into Jimin's shoulder. It's a habit Jimin has psychoanalyzed to express that the alpha is overwhelmingly excited. He'd bit into the leather couch the first time they'd fucked too.

Jimin tongues at Jungkook's scent gland. It takes bloody and ashy, the alpha groaning as Jimin covers the wound he'd inflicted with his spit. 

Jimin thinks he knows why his feet carried him here, to Jungkook. The smell of rain hangs pungent in the air and Jimin thinks he may have sought out comfort in the smell, Jungkook's stormy scent seemed to offer that to him in some sick way.

Jimin used to hate the rain. It was a nuisance and a plan ruiner, and although those facts hold true, he thinks he may like it just a little.

Jimin feels like he's on cloud nine. A week of constant misery, but Jungkook ebbs away the angst and pain in his chest just from the way he fucks him. 

He is close, so close, to finally feeling okay, on the verge of climax, Jungkook is too, he can feel it from the way he fucks him animalisticly, when it happens.

When Jungkook fucks up once again. Fucks him over once again. Fucks him over harder than he ever has. 

Because as they meet their release, Jungkook bites him. 

Bites him right over his scent gland. 

Tears into the flesh and marks Jimin as his forever. 

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Jimin tongues at his cheek, shutting his phone off from where it’s been ringing nonstop. He feels bad, really, he does, but Taehyung just needs to learn how to take a hint. Jimin has flat out told him he doesn’t want to talk about it, but both his best friends don’t want to leave him alone. 

He gets why, him showing up in the middle of the night with a mating mark on his neck is quite the cause for concern. 

He remembers their wide eyes when he walked in, cold, wet, crying, and most importantly, pissed. 

But what he remembers the most vividly from that night, was the wide eyed look Jungkook had given him. He looked like a scared child, pure terror written across his face as he stared down at the life link he’d just bitten into Jimin’s skin. 

The omega had fallen to the ground in shock, and soon tears took over. 

Jeon Jungkook had mated him. 

“Fuck, Jimin,” the alpha said, kneeling down before the crying pink haired man. 

Strong hands took him by his shoulders and he was pulled into a muscled chest. He cried harder as the feeling of pure comfort and ecstasy passed over him, the kind of comfort only a mate could offer. 

“What have you done?” He sobbed, fists banging on his chest. “What have you done, Jungkook?”

The alpha nuzzled into the wet mop of hair on his head. 

“I-,” Jungkook nibbled his lip piercing, “I don’t know, Jimin.”

The omega had ran out of there not soon after. Leaving a wet Jungkook screaming his name in the rain, but the alpha didn’t give chase. Simply watched the omega, his omega, run away from him on eager legs.

He’s been staying at his aunt’s house. She was the drunk but understanding kind. She was rarely at home but had opened her house up to him the second he’d texted. She didn’t ask questions, just slipped a shot glass in through his cracked door when she heard him crying at night.

Jimin couldn’t stand to go outside. He was a taken omega now. The once enticing scents of alphas on the streets now stung the insides of his nostrils and made him sick to his stomach.

The worst of it all, was that it had been raining off and all for days. 

He’d blown up at his aunt when she’d cracked a window and the smell of petrichor flooded the small house. 

It felt as if everything was too much for him to bare. 

He rolls over in his bed, watching the rain streak down his window pane. His neck stings as thoughts of Jungkook, now his fucking alpha, flood his brain. The tattooed alpha hasn’t left his mind for a single second since he left him there in that dark alleyway. 

"How romantic," he snorts. He'd been mated in an alleyway that was likely crawling with rats and muddied over in dirt and grime. 

He rolls over in his sheets. They itched his skin slightly, but he knew he didn't have the right to ask for more from his loving aunt. His eyes find his phone. It's cracked slightly and dark from where he'd powered it down. It's been a few hours since he'd turned it off, he just wanted some sleep, but anxiety edges in. He holds the power button down and watches it ignite to life.

27 missed calls from "TaeTae <3." is the first thing that pops up on his phone.

One of your contacts just joined Snapchat! He swipes the notification away.

tomtomato792 and 15 others liked your post. That one was from Instagram. He hadn't posted in a month.

5 text messages from "Hobi Hyungie." He sighs guilty and swipes that one away too.

8 Missed calls from "The Asshole." He reads. 11 text messages from "The Asshole." 

Jimin shoots up in his bed, his eyes wide. His heart picks up in his throat and he suddenly feels the urge to vomit. His omega howls in glee.

Jungkook had called a couple of times, and Jimin had made the mistake of answering the first one. The second he'd heard the alpha deep and relieved "Jimin" he hung up the phone and saved the number. He hadn't picked up the phone since, but Jungkook had called, tried at least three times a day in the five days he'd been hidden away at his aunt's. 

He'd called, but he'd never texted before. With shaky fingers, Jinin clicks on the notification.

"Jimin, pick up your damn phone. I know you have my number saved. Just talk to me for fucksake." Is the first message he'd gotten. 

"If you don't answer soon, I'm going to come find you. Pick up the fucking phone." Jimin feels even sicker.

"Baby, please." Tears well up in his eyes and he has to take a deep breath before continuing. 

"Jimin, I can't take this anymore. I need to hear your voice, I need to see your face, I need something. Anything. Just let me know you're okay. I know you're mad at me, and you have every right to be. For once, I've got no fucking excuses to give. I just need you to talk to me, okay? I can barely stomach not being near you right now, let alone not hearing from you. Please, baby, just let me hear your voice." 

Jimin can barely stomach it either. He needs the alpha near him. He feels like he's been losing his mind without him. But his pride and his self-worth scream at him not to give in, while his heart just wants its mate. Because that's what Jungkook was now. A mate. His mate.

"Jimin, I'm serious. Do you want me to apologize or something?"

"Seriously?"

"I'm sorry, okay?"

"I get it, sorry won't fix anything, but it's something so please pick up the damn phone. Or at least text me back."

"Park Jimin I fucking apologized just text me back for fucksake."

"You know what? Fuck this. You're at your aunt's house right?" Jimin's once racing heart stills completely and fear creeps up his spine. No one knew where he was. Not Taehyung. Not Hoseok. Not even his parents. The only people who knew where he was staying were himself and his aunt. How did Jungkook know? 

"Be there in 30." Jimin scrambles to check the timestamp of the text and a shuttered gasp flees his throat. 

21 minutes ago. 

Jimin sprints out of bed. Does he make a run for it? No, no, he doesn't have enough time for that now. He'd barely make it out the door in time. Does he wait for Jungkook to arrive? He'd have to. Should he answer the door? Or let him knock all night?

Jimin finds he doesn't have long to ponder on his choices when a rapid knocking rings at the front door. He curses, gripping harshly onto his pink locks. His aunt was out for the night, and she wouldn't be back until late. 

Snip.

He conjures up his feelings in his mind, he imagines them raveling themselves up as thick yarn and he pictures his scissors slicing through, effectively detaching himself.

On shaky legs, he cracks his bedroom door open and makes his way into the living room. He stands at the front door as the knocking continues. It's excessive, like a small impatient child awaits behind, and Jimin figures that's not far from the truth. 

He gives a quick glance at his reflection in the body mirror his aunt has for decoration on the wall in her small entryway. His clothes are crumpled from sleep and baggy. His hair is a mess and tangled, he's got dark eye bags and looks unhealthy pale. The person on the other side of his door doesn't deserve to see him look good, he decides, pulling the door open. 

Jungkook stands before him. His thick arm raised from where he'd been knocking repeatedly. His chest heaves as if he's run a marathon, and his dark wet locks cling to his forehead from the rain. Jimin nibbles on his lips as Jungkook stares at him wide eyed. The alpha has cut his hair, it's much shorter now, grazing his thick eyebrows. His clothes are crumpled too, and black as per usual. The baggy fabric clings to his skin from where it's damp. 

"Jimin," he breathes and the omega almost goes weak in the knees. 

"How'd you find me, Jungkook?" His voice breaks slightly as he tries to be loud enough to be heard over the violent onslaught of the rain. 

"I, um," the alpha scrambles.

"No lies," Jimin barks, hiding behind the door slightly. He hasn't opened it up all the way quite yet, not ready to be fully exposed to the man.

"A PI." Jungkook nods, his wet hair dripping in his eyes. 

"A fucking Private Investigator? Are you fucking with me?" Jimin's jaw drops and his eyes widen almost comically as he laughs in shock.

"I lost my shit when Taehyung called me. He's that worried Jimin that he called me of all people. What the fuck were you thinking disappearing like that? I-"

"Makes sense he'd call you. You're my mate after all." Jimin says, venom in his voice. He watches the word take a visible effect over Jungkook, and is surprised to find it has one on him too. He curls into the door slightly and his nose stings.

Jungkook turns his head, staring down at the wooden patio. He bites violently on his lip and Jimin's eyes find the bandaid on his neck. Jimin sported one himself. They both covered the scent glands on their necks for the same reason, despite them being very different wounds.

"I know," Jungkook whispers. 

Jimin digs his forehead into the side of the door, trying not to whimper as Jungkook's pheromones assault his nose. He's surprised he can make anything out over the smell of the rain, but he figures his body is attuned to the alpha's scent now.

"You cut your hair," he whispers back. 

Jungkook looks at him, a look the omega has never seen before in his eyes. 

"I've had a couple... episodes while you've been gone," the alpha rubs the back of his neck hesitantly. 

"It looks good," Jimin says, staring at the black combat boots the man adorns. He watches them take small steps towards him and then a tattooed hand comes into his line of sight. 

"I'm sorry, Jimin," the alpha's voice is gentle and small, his hand finding the pink haired omega's cheek and tilting his face up. Jimin can't help the way his watery eyes start to spill. A forehead is pressed to his and he grips onto the door for dear life. "I am, baby-"

"I don't want to hear that," Jimin interrupts. He wants to pull away. He doesn't want to let the alpha touch him. But the overwhelming need for the man wins out, and he ends up crying harder as gentle fingers wipe away stray tears. "Don't tell me you're sorry. I don't want you to be. You mated me, Jungkook. I-it hurts when you make it seem like a mistake, which it was, and I- I don't fucking know."

"But I am sorry," Jungkook says, holding onto Jimin's face when the omega tries to pull away. He lets go of the door and pulls at the alpha's hands, but to no avail. "Sh, listen," he shushes when Jimin opens his mouth to speak. "I want you to know that I am sorry, but I don't regret it."

Jimin stills in his hold, staring down at the alpha's chest. 

"I haven't regretted it for a single second. But I'm sorry I didn't do it the right way. I'm sorry I didn't ask for your permission." The alpha whispers, slowly pushing their faces together. "But I'm not sorry I did it." 

Jimin's eyelids flutter shut as Jungkook gently pushes their lips together. His omega screams and relief finally floods his system. He feels as if it's his first sip of water in years. As if a killing thirst was finally quenched. A tattooed hand slips to the back of his head and sobering shivers shoot down his spine. 

Snip.

Jimin pushes softly on the alpha's chest, and is surprised to see Jungkook heed to his wants. He closes his eyes, tucking his head under his chin. The omega relishes in the way Jungkook slightly scents the top of his head with his cheek.

"You don't love me," Jimin mumbles, almost numbly. He looks up at the alpha, a dark glare in his eyes. Jungkook splutters, trying to find the right words to say, but stops when Jimin backs out of his hold. "I don't love you." His voice is watery as he shakes his head. "And because of what you did, I don't know if I ever can."

"Don't say that," Jungkook steps forward, but Jimin holds his hand out to stop him. 

"You're a piece of shit," Jimin cries. "You treat omegas like they are nothing but a fleshlight for your pleasure and not breathing and feeling people. You treated me like that at first, too. I've been nothing but an object to you and-"

"That's not true," the alpha interrupts. 

Jimin laughs in disbelief. "When have we ever even connected? Ever felt in each other's company-"

"We connected. Or at least I did. I felt seen by you, Jimin. And I haven't felt that way with anyone in years. You're going to stand there and tell me you've felt nothing when I was around?" Jimin's heart stutters at the pure look of offense that takes over the man's handsome face. "That you didn't feel the unexplainable need between us. There's always been a pull and you fucking know it."

"That need? That's fucking lust, Jungkook. You wanted to fuck me and I wanted to fuck you." Jimin takes another step into the house. "Are you so psychotic you misplaced that feeling with some fucked up version of love or something?"

"You don't get to tell me what I feel-"

"Then how about I feel?" Jimin spits back. "I feel like you're a piece of shit man who will be a piece of shit alpha. I feel that you're not someone I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Jimin watches with a heavy heart as something breaks in Jungkook's eyes. Snip. 

"Can you even picture having kids, Jungkook? Can you imagine anything outside of college and drugs and frats and drinking?" Jimin scoffs. "You don't take your major seriously. Your dad is making you take business right?" Jungkook nods, but it's short, like he doesn't like admitting it.

"I can tell by the way you don't care. You don't want anything to do with his company. You clam up anytime anyone mentions it or your family." Jungkook tongues his cheek, looking away from Jimin's blaring gaze. "Do you even know what you want in life? Not what your dad wants. But what you want." Jungkook doesn't respond. Jimin sighs.

"You're right, Jungkook. I do see you." He takes a step forward onto the small patio. "I see the daddy issues and the commitment issues and the fear you have of letting people get close to you." He pushes Jungkook back with harsh pushes onto his chest until they both stand in the rain. "I see the flaws you're packed to the brim with that everyone just overlooks because you've got a handsome face and a full wallet. You've got more issues than anyone I've ever met."

"You're not someone want in my life." Jimin thanks the rain, Jungkook can't tell he's crying now as his tears blend in with the water streaking down his face. "You're aggressive and violent a-and you throw a fit like a fucking child when things don't go your way. You're obsessive and a fucking stalker apparently!"

"You're my mate, I'm-"

"I'm not!" Jimin screams. The air is deafeningly silent, despite the roar of thunder around them.

"I'm not your mate." The omega whispers.

"You're getting the bond broken?" Jungkook says, and Jimin tries to ignore the way he looks so lost. Jimin would be lying if he said the idea hadn't crossed his mind. He thought of forcing Jungkook to pay for the surgery, the surgery of getting the scar tissue removed and the bond going along with it.

"Do you want me to keep this?" He asks, ripping the large bandaid off his neck. The rain stings his wound slightly, it still being relatively fresh, but he pays it no mind. Jungkook stares at his mating mark on the omega's neck, his eyes lidded with an emotion Jimin can't quite figure out.

"I told you, Jimin," he rasps, "I don't regret it-"

Jimin shakes his head again, sticking his hand out to get the alpha to shut up. "You don't get to not be regretful. You don't deserve it." His voice breaks. "I want you to regret it for the rest of your fucking life. Because I can get my mark removed, but you can't get rid of yours. Every omega that ever scents you will see that ugly cigarette burn on your neck. Every time you look in the mirror you'll see it. And you'll regret it." His voice breaks. "You'll regret how you treated me and be so fucking filled with guilt I hope it eats at your insides until your dying breath."

"Why are you so angry at me?" Jungkook shouts, and Jimin almost flinches back. "Yeah, I mated you without your consent but I-"

"You ruined it!" Jimin screams. A sob racks through his body and he starts to shake.

"You runied it, Jungkook." He cries. "You ruined love for me. I can't love Yoongi, I can't anyone else." He hiccups. "I can't love you. I don't know how to." He glares at the alpha, who stands, his jaw slightly agape as rain pours down his tall form. "You're not someone who people love."

"Jimin, I-"

Snip.

"Good bye, Jungkook." Jimin says, looking at the mud sticking to his bare feet. "I hope I never see you again."

He slams his aunt's door behind him, leaving a - his - distressed alpha alone in the rain.

~ ~ ~ 

Jungkook has always felt a lot. 

The therapist his parents paid for him to have when he was seven diagnosed him with SPS; Sensory Processing Sensitivity.

He could have the smallest stimuli and feel it for days on end. No matter what emotion, sadness, happiness, anger, when he felt it, he felt it strongly. 

Then, he presented, as an alpha no less. His father scolded him for being too emotional, and for not thinking with his head. His omega parent had already left him, he got no motherly comfort. With his new status, came his heightened senses, his family coming from a long line of deeply connected wolves. He could smell a distressed omega a room away when one usually needed to be within touching distance to pick up on pheromones.

He felt and sensed everything, which was why he numbed the way he did. He finished his first joint alone at thirteen. 

But just because he felt everything so intensely, didn't mean he understood his emotions. 

He'd been called an emotionally constipated bastard by maybe just a few omegas, and Namjoon. He never understood why. He felt. He fucking felt. But it wasn't until he met Park Jimin that he finally understood the term. He had years worth of unprocessed emotions built up within him, and Park Jimin made whatever control he had over them come crumbling down.

But what it seemed like to him, was where he felt too much, Park Jimin felt too little. Park Jimin didn't care. He didn't love. He didn't regret. He was angry, and he was distressed, but he wasn't saddened, he wasn't longing. Not the way Jungkook was. 

But it was that coldness in his eyes, the detached look on his pretty face, that made Jungkook want to ravish him.

The look the omega had given him as he called him a slut just minutes before their mating was permanently imprinted on the back of his eyelids. 

Jungkook rolls over in bed and reaches for the nightstand. This was going to be another sleepless night. It'd been almost two weeks since he'd last spoken to Jimin on that rainy night, and he hadn't gotten one ounce of peace since. He digs his hand into his drawer and pulls out a bottle of pills.

He'd tried to meet up with Heesung three weeks ago, but his long time drug dealer had been busy. So, Jungkook talked to Jackson, and the man introduced him to his dealer. He was a weird looking man, pale and skinny, just screamed addict. Jungkook asked the man if he had something stronger than just run-of-the-mill weed and the dealer offered up Xanax. Jungkook had tried the drug numerous times before, and he eagerly paid for it then and there.

He pops a pill in his mouth, taking a swing of an old bottle of water on the small table. 

Jungkook had figured out why Jimin interested him the way he did. Because no one had challenged Jungkook the way Jimin did. No one was such polar opposite of him the way Jimin was. Even the first night they fucked, Jimin didn't care. He gave Jungkook a time limit with a promise of no strings attached and the alpha dove right in. 

He sought Jimin out the night the omega was clubbing when he saw the sultry look in the pink haired man's eyes on his story. The look challenged him then, too, almost as if saying, "You can want me but you can't have me." Jungkook was already not fully satisfied from their first night together and before he knew it, he was balls deep within the omega all over again.

By the third time they'd fucked, Jungkook knew he was in over his head. He'd finally found an omega that he felt he couldn't handle, and that challenge was the best of them all. 

He figured out the deeper reason why Jimin interested him the way he did the day he met Min Yoongi. 

Jungkook's alpha had imprinted on the small omega, and he hadn't even fucking noticed. Deeper connection with his wolf his ass. 

His alpha ripped at his insides and screamed in his head every time the green haired alpha touched what should have been theirs. 

He hadn't been able to handle it. The intensity of everything that was Park Jimin. So, a month went by as Jungkook tried to handle it. It was safe to say he failed, seeing Jimin in what his alpha deemed its territory, looking all cute and sad and pretty. He still remembers the feeling of falling asleep with Jimin in his arms, it was a clique, but he felts so full and happy and shit. 

He huffs, popping the pill bottle back open and taking two more.

But nothing compared to the feeling that Park Jimin left ruminating in his chest the night Jungkook mated him. He still doesn't know why he did it, hell, he barely remembers it. But he remembers the panic attack he spiraled into watching his omega walk away from him.

Despite the overwhelming feelings Jungkook constantly felt, he'd gotten good at masking them on the surface. He hadn't cried in over a year, yet in the five days Jimin ignored his calls, he found himself in constant distress and panic. He went manic. He destroyed his room. Cut his hair. Pierced his ears. It was only day two when he hired the private investigator, and for the first time in his life, he was truly thankful he was his father's son. 

Jungkook sighs from where he lies in Namjoon's bed. He'd made the alpha switch rooms with him, he couldn't stomach sleeping in the same sheets Jimin once had. Namjoon hadn't questioned it when Jungkook demanded he switch, just gathered up his favorite pillow and exited the room.

He takes three more.

Well, maybe something compared to the feeling of distraughtness he'd felt the night Jimin walked out on him, a fresh mark on his neck, he realizes because nothing could ever top the feeling he felt when Jimin slammed the door to his aunt's house in his face and left him in the pouring rain. Nothing topped the break in his heart when Jimin said he wasn't his mate. When he said he would break the bond.

Because the omega was right. 

Jungkook's finger finally presses down on the call button his inked hand had been hovering over. 

Jungkook would spend every single day for the rest of eternity thinking about Park Jimin, whether they were mated or not.

~ ~ ~ 

Jimin goes back to his shared apartment a week later. Taehyung and Hoseok jump him immediately, crying in his arms, before scolding him for hours on end. He explains the situation. That Jungkook was the one who mated him. The two explode in fury and Jimin has to physically restrain his best friends from storming up to the frat house. 

A month goes by. 

And Jimin doesn't get the mark removed. 

Taehyung hints at the surgery almost daily, while Hoseok leaves tabs open on the pink haired omega's computers for doctor offices that specialize in mating marks. But Jimin doesn't have it in him quite yet. Part of him wants Jungkook to continue to feel the distress he does. The feeling of not being near your mate. The feeling of knowing that your mate doesn't want you. 

Another is loathe to park with the scar on the side of his neck. He doesn't have one of Jungkook's hoodies. Doesn't have a single photo of him in his camera roll. It's the last thing he has tethering himself to the alpha, and he just can't find it in him to get rid of it. 

Taehyung curls closer to his side, a yawn on his lips. Hoseok rounds the small couch and plops himself on the other side of Jimin, who holds the blanket up for him. The red-haired omega hands his best friends their requested drinks and clicks play on the remote. 

"I'm so fucking excited," Taehyung giggles, wiggling his toes as he places them across Jimin and into Hoseok's lap. "I've been waiting for two months for this movie to come out."

"Then, why don't you shut up and watch it," Hoseok glares, no real venom in his voice. 

Taehyung sticks his tongue out at the other omega and giggles break out across the group. 

They're thirty minutes into the movie when a buzzing takes over the couch. Jimin digs his hands around in the large blanket as Taehyung does. They fish out Taehyung's phone, the remote, and Jimin grumbles as crumbs get under his fingernails as he finally wraps his hand around his phone. 

"Who the fuck is calling you at 2:35 in the morning?" Hoseok asks, hooking his chin over Jimin's shoulder to look at the caller ID. 

Jimin's heart rate picks up. 

Incoming call from "Him".

He hadn't had the balls to delete his number.

"It that...?" Hoseok inquires, searching Jimin's facial expressions.

"I-I'll be right back," Jimin shoots up off the couch and races into his room. The second his door is closed, he swipes across his screen and raises the phone to his ear. "Hello?" He says, anxiety stirring in his stomach. No reply. "Hello?" Jimin tries again, with a different tone of voice as if that would work. No reply. "Jungkook?" He all but whispers and he hears a shuttered breath through the receiver. 

"Jimin," the alpha mumbles. 

Jimin chews on his lips, sliding down his bedroom door. "Why are you calling, Jungkook?" He says, breathlessly. 

"I-" It's silent for a while. "I don't know. To hear your voice, I guess?"

Jimin's leg begins to bounce up and down. "You're hearing it."

"Am I?" Jungkook laughs, but it sounds sad almost. 

"What do you want?" Jimin feels his lip tremble. 

"Anything, Jimin. Anything. I'll take anything you'll give me." Jungkook sighs. "I just want to hear you."

Snip.

"I," Jimin fidgets with the string to his hoodie, well, Taehyung's hoodie, "I don't have anything to say."

"That's not true," Jungkook rasps, "you're one of the most opinionated people I know."

"You don't know me, Jungkook," the omega whispers. He thinks he hears a pill bottle rattle in the background, then the sound of a water bottle crinkle and he sighs. Jungkook's on drugs. Typical. 

"But I do, Jimin," he laughs. "You're still my mate you know. You haven't broken the bond, yet."

"Yet," he echoes. "I'm going to do it, Jungkook. I just don't have the money right now." He lies. "Why? Finally realizing you didn't want to mate me?"

The pill bottle rattles again. "I still don't regret it, Jimin. I don't think I ever will."

He hears the alpha gulp down water. "How pills have you taken, Jungkook?" Jimin's eyebrows furrow. 

"Why do you fucking care?" The frat boy barks back. "You didn't care when we mated. You didn't care when I traveled halfway across the city just to talk to you. You never care, Jimin."

"How many pills, Jungkook." He demands. The alpha doesn't reply. "Jungkook." He yells. 

"The truth?" Jungkook says softly. "Too many."

Jimin takes a deep inhale, trying to calm himself. "On purpose?"

"Yeah," Jungkook whispers. "Yeah, I think so." Jimin feels himself tear up. 

"What are you taking?" His chin trembles. He's scared, he realizes.

"Xanax," Jungkook responds. 

"And you're sure it's not laced with anything? Fentyal?" He takes another deep breath. 

"Wasn't my usual dealer," the alpha slurs. 

"Can you go get Namjoon for me?" Jimin's tone morphs into the kind a kindergarten teacher would use. He doesn't get a response and a sob shakes his shoulders. "Please, Jungkook. Go get Namjoon."

"I don't want to, Jimin," he finally says.

"Jungkook-"

"Jimin," the man inturputs. "I want you to know something. Will you listen?"

"Jungkook, please get Namjoon, or someone else, anyone. Just-"

"Will you listen?"

Jimin cries. "I will."

"My mom left me when I was 13. And my dad? Let's just say he didn't win any Father of the Year awards. You were right. I've got bad daddy issues, mommy issues as well. I've got so many problems that have just been simmering inside me for so long, I'm just- I'm tired, Jimin." Jungkook sighs. "When I was 17, I had a best friend. She was an omega I'd met in the border school in the States my dad shipped me away to. She was in love with another omega. Her parents didn't approve."

The alpha pauses, and Jimin can picture the alpha biting his lip ring, his most common nervous habit. "She killed herself." Jimin gasps. "I found her body hanging in her dorm room, and honestly? I haven't been the same since. I called it in anonymously and returned to South Korea as if nothing happened." The line is silent for a moment. "I've never told anyone that I was the one who found her. You're the first person I've even spoken to this about. But you were my first in a lot of things."

"That can't be true," Jimin says, and his voice sounds watery.

"I never loved my mom, definitely not my dad. I never batted an eye at any omega. Never had someone I would call a brother. You're the first person I've ever anticipated seeing. The first person I've ever dreamt about. The first person I missed." Jungkook takes a deep breath. "You're the first person I've ever loved."

"Jungkook-"

"I love you, Park Jimin," the line goes dead and Jimin shoots off his bed. He races across his apartment, ignoring the shouts of his best friends, and all but flies down the stairs. He's starting his car up in seconds flat and pulling out of his designated parking spot. 

The drive to Jungkook's frat is usually fifteen minutes, but Jimin makes it there in eight. 

He raps against the familiar wooden door until his knuckles bleed. Namjoon pulls the door open groggily, blinking in surprise when he sees the omega before him. "J-Jimin?" He shouts as the pink haired man pushes him out of the way. He races up the stairs and slams the door to Jungkook's room open. 

His legs give out when a startled Seokjin greets him. "Jimin?" He mumbles, rubbing his eyes as if he doesn't believe he's actually there.

"Where is he?" He cries from where he's crumpled on the ground. 

"Jungkook?" Jimin nods frantically. "He's, uh- He's in Namjoon's room. The last door on the right- Hey!" Jimin doesn't let the alpha finish his sentence, he picks himself up and sprints down the hallway. 

The second he opens the door, the sad smell of rain floods his senses. On shaky legs,  he takes a step into the dark room, letting his eyes adjust. Jungkook's in bed, laying on his side. "Jungkook?" He calls and isn't surprised when he doesn't receive a response. The bed sinks as he sits next to the alpha. His hands find his face and he gasps when he feels how feverish he is. 

"Jimin?" Namjoon calls from the doorway, still just in his boxers. The alpha and his purple haired boyfriend take a step into the room, only to rush over when they hear Jimin's sob. "What's going on?"

"He overdosed," Jimin shakes, "Xanex I think."

"Jin," Namjoon barks immediately, "go to the bathroom and find a drug called Naloxone, it's the injection type and should be in the medical cabinet." His boyfriend scurries off instantly. "Turn him on his side, Jimin, come on." With the blonde alpha's help, he manages to turn the thick alpha on the bed. 

When Seokjin races back into the room, Jimin feels his head spin. The world moves slowly around him. His back finds a wall and he slowly slides down it. His senses are distorted. He's never felt so lost. So gone. So empty.

"Joonie," he hears distantly, "we should call an ambulance."

"We can't," is responded, "if his dad finds out, he'll kill him. And Jungkook would kill us if that happened."

"He fucking overdosing, Namjoon!" Is screamed. "I don't give a fuck who finds out what! What the fuck did you even make me give him?"

"Baby, Naloxone is an opioid antagonist that can be used to quickly reverse an opioid overdose. It attaches to opioid receptors to reverse and blocks the ongoing effects of an opioid agonist drug like fentanyl-"

"Don't go all undergrad med student on me!" Jin yells. "He took Xanex, Joon, not-"

"It takes a crazy amount of Xanex to overdose, they were obviously laced, Jinnie. We just have to wait for the Naloxone to kick in and he'll be up in no time. Thank god Daeshi had that sports injury last year-"

Jimin sits against the wall for what feels like hours. The sun rises. Namjoon checks in on him multiple times, checks on Jungkook, too. Seokjin makes him drink an entire bottle of water and tries to feed him, but Jimin doesn't stomach it and throws it up into the nearby trash bin. 

Jimin feels as if his world has stopped. 

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't hoped Jungkook would just drop dead sometimes. He'd wished that on the alpha more times than he could count. But now, the idea of never seeing Jungkook's dark and fiery eyes open again makes him tremble. 

He couldn't die, not now, not yet.

Jimin didn't want him to. 

Not after he'd said he loved him. 

He hears a cough, and he bolts up from the ground. Jungkook is in the process of trying to sit up when Jimin lands on him. The alpha catches them both with a hand behind his back as his eyes shoot open in surprise. Jimin squeezes his arms around his neck and burrows into his neck with a sob. 

"J-Jimin?" the omega can feel the alpha's hands hover behind him as if he's scared to touch him. 

"Don't you ever do shit like that again," he pulls back. 

Jungkook is pale, not his usual tanned beauty. The hands on his back are clammy and he can see that the man's eyes aren't yet completely cleared. But he relishes in the smile the alpha gives him. 

"Will you be my mate?" Jungkook rasps, and Jimin breaks out in a fit of giddy giggles at the suddenness of it, still on the high of Jungkook being alive.

"It's a little late to be asking that question, don't you think?" He presses his forehead to the alpha's.

"I mean it, Jimin," Jungkook presses him closer and the omega can feel the possessiveness in his hold. "Promise you'll be my mate. That you'll be mine and you'll let me be yours. I've never wanted to belong to a person before, but I want to with you, and I think that if you don't belong to me, I'll finish the job."

"So, you'll kill yourself if I'm not yours." Jimin closes his eyes, trying not to grind his teeth. "You're a piece of shit."

"I love you, Jimin."

Jimin knew he didn't. That the alpha had some fucked up perception of what love should be. He knew Jungkook didn't know what love really was, Jimin himself had no idea, but he knew what he and Jungkook had wasn't it.

But, he leads the alpha's mouth to his scent gland and lets him resink his teeth into his skin. Their mating bond buzzes to life between them. Jimin feels Jungkook everywhere. He feels that from the very tips of his toes to the top of his pink hair, he belongs to Jeon Jungkook. 

"Say it again," the omega pants. 

"I love you," the alpha licks down his neck. 

"No," Jimin threads his fingers into his now short locks. "Not that. Say you'd die for me."

"Park Jimin, I'll die if you aren't mine," Jungkook whispers along his open wound that's shaped perfectly in the fashion of the alpha's teeth. "I'd kill myself the very second you left me. I can't live without you."

Jungkook has him undressed and spread out on the bedsheets within mere minutes. 

They weren't in love.

But Jimin thinks that someday, they might be. 

Despite the fact their mating had been out of an itch to possess, not out of love or affection, but an animalistic urge that should have never been acted upon. 

He thinks someday, the Jeon Jungkook has it in him to be happy, to be sober. That someday, Jungkook can learn to love and love him right. 

And as their lips meet in a searing kiss that tastes of blood and tears and his alpha fills him up in the way that only his alpha can, he thinks that someday, he might just have it in him to love Jungkook, too.

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It's not dark like it used to be. Not all the time at least. The world still caves on him a little when his omega isn't in his line of sight, but he feels like he's breathed for the first time in years when Jimin is around.  

Jimin's little omega friends had taken a long time to convince concerning letting them move in together, but it had actually been Jimin's idea. The omega didn't like Jungkook continuing to live in the frat house. They were bad influences, he'd said. They encouraged Jungkook's destructive behaviors. Jungkook had agreed immediately when Jimin brought the idea up, but he figured out long ago that there was little he'd deny his lover. 

Then, Jungkook met Jimin's family. It was just Jimin and his mom, and the omega's parent took to Jungkook like a fish takes to water. He went over to her house by himself sometimes, when Jimin wasn't around and he was in need of comfort. She'd make him a plate of food and go through Jimin's baby pictures with him, despite the fact Jungkook had already seen every single one. It was the consistency he liked.  

For the first time in Jungkook's life, he felt like he belonged. Like he had a family. Like he had people who loved him, even if it was just Jimin and an older omega.  

He just wanted Jimin to feel the same way.  

He could tell Jimin was slightly disappointed in him. Jungkook had dropped out of school. He stayed coupled up in their small apartment most of the time. He didn't talk to his friends, not matter how hard they tried to contact him. 

Jimin swears it's not disappointment, just worry, but Jungkook had come to know Jimin better than he knows himself. He knows that look in his lover's eyes, but he's too happy to change his behavior. He doesn't want any changes. 

"Baby?" He hears called and he sits up in bed. It's three o'clock in the afternoon, but he has yet to venture out of their bedroom.   
 

"Minnie?" He calls back, and his omega steps into the room. The pink haired man's face crumples up in a smile when he sees the alpha, and Jungkook's heart feels so painfully full.  

Jimin walks fully into the room, pulling open the blinds and landing a takeout bag by his alpha's feet before he lands himself right in Jungkook's lap. It's a ritual they've accidentally created. Jimin gets home from school, from his friends, or for whatever reason he left to somewhere Jungkook wasn't allowed to follow, and he'd let the alpha scent him thoroughly. Cover him in the smell of rain and alphaness until there was no longer a single trace that Jimin even left the house in the first place. 

Jungkook missed him a little more than usual today, and soon, Jimin is stripped of his clothes and has his small hands tied to their headboard.  

Once Jungkook is done with him, he doesn't untie the lace fabric from his omega's wrists, and Jimin doesn't ask to be released. The omega sits there with his hands bound above his head until his alpha finally feels satisfied that he's there, that he's not leaving.  

"I love you, Jimin," he says as he finally loosens the bounds.  

Jimin just smiles, and kisses his lips gingerly.  

He never says it back, and Jungkok thinks that Jimin still doesn't believe him.  

But Junkook believes he truly does. 

It's hours later now. They haven't left the bed. Haven't gotten dressed. Hadn't put on a movie. Jungkook just rolled up a joint and they passed it silently between the two of them. No words were needed, they had never done them good anyways. They were better like this, with their bodies talking and their thoughts pushed away. 

Jungkook traces along Jimin's back as he leans up on his elbows. He's fidgeting with the tassels of a pillow as Jungkook drags his fingers down the moons on his spine.  

"I have a morbid thought," Jimin shyly giggles, and Jungkook smiles softly at the sound.  

"And what might that be?" He inquires.  

"People are always wondering what the purpose of life is and all the deep and poetic shit.” Jimin looks over his shoulder slightly and Jungkook feels his breath get caught in his chest. This beautiful being was all his.  

“And you’ve figured it all out? The meaning of life?” Jungkook laughs. He loved it when Jimin got high. It was the only time he could see the unrestrained and unhinged side of the omega. He loved every side of Jimin.  

“We’re born to die,” Jimin states. “We’re born to live, to experience life, and then inevitably to die.”  

Jungkook leans forward and kisses his bare shoulder. “Morbid thought, indeed.”  

The omega giggles again, leaning over to press their lips together in a chaste kiss.  

“I disagree though,” Jungkook mumbles against his lips.  

“But I’m always right,” Jimin jokes.  

And maybe Jimin was, as dark as it sounded. Maybe humans existed for the pure purpose of it; just to be. Or maybe it was just Jimin. Maybe Jimin lived in life for a plain and simple reason.  

Maybe Jimin was born to die.  

But Jungkook knew with every fiber of his being that wasn’t the case for him.  

“I was born to love you, Park Jimin.”