"Are we talking now?" Jimin snarled, looking at Jihyun.

"I am sorry, Hyung. I saw Yoongi and I panicked. I didn't know what to do and I ran away. I shouldn't have left Jungkook there alone." The younger claimed, feigning innocence. 

Jimin inched closer, staring at him as if he was looking straight at his lie. "I have always forgiven you, boy. Even with Yoongi, you weren't exactly the best of friends. But know this. Jungkook is far more important to me than anyone. He is my omega and I will go to lengths to protect him," there was a territorial look in Jimin's eyes and an undertone of warning in his voice. "I have forgiven all your mistakes, but you need to tread this with caution. I might not be so forgiving the next time."

Jihyun felt his heart squeeze. His brother has always meant the world to him, and seeing him giving someone more importance, loving them so fiercely that he was threatening him, he felt like his Hyung was snatched away from him.

When Yoongi was in Jimin's life, he couldn't handle his feelings of envy either, but he was a teenager back then and so no one even doubted that he could have been the one to mix viagra into his brother's drink. He knew of Jimin's rut, and being an alpha himself, he also knew what could happen if he pro-agonized it. He was back to feeling threatened by Jungkook, and this time, it was much more than what he had felt at the time Jimin was dating Yoongi. So much so, that his plan was just beginning. 

He looked at the empty pouch of heat stimulant that he had mixed in Jungkook's tea as he wiped his tear harshly.

Jimin had walked away from him after warning him and laid down on the couch, folding his arm over his eyes in the dimly-lit living room downstairs, knowing he wasn't going to catch any sleep. All he wanted now was to meet Mr. Jeon and arrange a few things for him before flying Jungkook back to Paris. Since the time they arrived here, Jungkook has been unhappy. His court case was also over and he thought to ask his father's help to do the remaining work around the chemical wasteland after he will have been gone.

"Hyung," he heard his brother's voice and removed his arm to find Jihyun standing in front of him. "Can I please take a few moments of yours?"

"Leave me alone, Jih."

"I am sorry. I know I have been a little childish. But I promise I will do better. I will go and apologize to Jungkook right now if that shows you how much I care." Jihyun swayed, but Jimin suddenly sat up on the couch, blocking him by holding his wrist. 

"Not now," he declared, his voice ousted. "He needs to rest."

"Then what will cheer you up? I can't see you wallow like this."

Jimin sighed, shaking his head while looking at the floor and releasing Jihyun's arm. "I am fine, Aegi... Go and sleep. We will talk tomorrow."

"No, Hyung," Jihyun sat beside Jimin and grabbed his palm. "Let's go pick wasps. We used to do that as kids and it always cheered you up."

"I did it because it cheered you up," Jimin mumbled wryly, remembering a fond memory of 6-year-old Jihyun. 

"Then do it again for me tonight... Please?"

Jimin knew Jihyun loved him dearly and seeing his desperation, he was sure that the younger wanted to make up for what happened. He knew he wasn't going to find sleep, so he thought the fresh air was no harm. "Fine, but no killing them. We will release them after."

"Done deal," Jihyun closed Jimin's fingers into a fist before bumping his own fist with it and mimicking a sound of an explosion.

Jimin chuckled softly, shaking his head. Jihyun was a 23-year-old man, but he still acted like the same 16-year-old who would cry after hugging him if their parents said no to him for anything. He knew it was his fault too in how Jihyun had been spoiled. He got up, tightening his robe, and into the little backyard they went. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook began feeling a kick in his stomach after drinking tea, as if something was twisting his intestines. It was the feeling he got before heats, but it was barely two days ago that he'd gone through it. The feeling came hard and strong. He felt his skin flush and sweat oozed out. His inside felt like they were on fire and he panicked. "JIMIN HYUNG!"

But Jimin was not around to hear him. 

Jungkook dragged himself out of the room, holding onto his knees that were bucking. "JIMIN HYUNG!" He screamed from the stairs again, but he found no one in the living room. He didn't have the strength to walk back the stairs, so he grabbed the phone and dialed Jimin's number on it.

Only, the phone rang from the couch. 

"Fuck!" Jungkook was taking labored breaths, feeling the slick coming out of him. Embarrassed by it, he decided to rush back to the room, his eyes turning pink and then bright red, switching between the two colors as he fixated on one thought — Jimin's face and how gorgeous he looked every time he smiled. "You have to hold for some time," he breathed. "Maybe Hyung went for a walk nearby."

Panting and sweating, when he reached inside the room, he texted Jimin's phone, so the older could see it after returning. He threw his shirt off, feeling like his skin was burning, then his pants were the next to fall. He managed to open all the windows and fell on the floor, writhing and moaning in pain while curling into himself. This had to be, by far, the strongest and the most painful heat yet.

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Jimin was laughing, prying the jar away from Jihyun's grip and freeing the wasps from it. Jihyun was giggling in pure bliss and laughing. "Hyung stop. You are letting them all go."

"That was the deal." Jimin chuckled, but then his smile suddenly flipped into something akin to a frown as he concentrated on the scent coming from the direction of his house.

Jihyun could sniff it too, but rather faintly. "What is it?" He asked Jimin. 

"I have to go," he put the jar in Jihyun's hand.

He sprinted back to the house. Not looking anywhere as the scent started becoming stronger the closer he came, he rushed inside the house. It was like someone had broken hundreds of lime thyme perfume bottles in there.

Horror crossed his face as he stumbled on the stairs and reached the bedroom, seeing completely naked Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed, groaning and taking labored breaths. The whole room was a mess, their bags were spilled on the floor and the nightstand drawers were pulled out. "Oh, baby," Jimin was about to hold Jungkook when the omega slid back. 

"YOU THREW MY PILLS AWAY BECAUSE YOU WANTED ME TO BE YOUR SLAVE!" Jimin couldn't wrap his head around anything for a second. How was Jungkook in heat again? Jungkook's throat made gurgling sounds as if he was choking on his own spit. He cried, he cried hard. "I HATE YOU!"

 "I deserve all your hate, but let me help you, doll," Jimin begged, his face pale and his fingers trembling as he tried to grab hold of him again.

"Okay," Jungkook nodded, suddenly hiding his face in his own palms.

Jimin understood that Jungkook was out of it, and he immediately turned on the AC and wrapped the omega into his arms.

Just as their bodies touched, Jungkook's skin was raided by goosebumps, cold and prickly, but also pleasurable. "Hyung," he sniffed Jimin's neck like a dog. "Hyung-ie, Hyung-ie..." He pushed Jimin's body and made him fall back on the bed until he was straddling his thighs, his face against the alpha's. 

"I know, doll. I know," Jimin kissed the omega hard, pouring all his feelings, the love, the fear of losing him, the lust, and the possessiveness. His hand encased Jungkook's waist as he undid his pants with his free hand and slid them down with the help of his toes, all while not breaking the kiss. His finger pushed past the slick, getting into his orifice and Jungkook moaned so hard and arched his back so much that his head could touch his back. 

Jimin flipped him and hovered on top. He fucked Jungkook raw and rough. That was what Jungkook needed. For hours, he fucked and blew Jungkook alternatively until the omega's mind turned sane again and his eyes lay droopy. "Please sleep with me, Hyung," Jungkook mumbled before he could snooze.

Jimin pulled him tight in his arms, touching his lips to Jungkook's forehead. "I am not going anywhere. You aren't going out of my sight, doll. And we are leaving tomorrow. I won't let you stay here."

Jungkook's lips had a small smile before sleep completely washed over him.

Jimin held him, sniffing him, scenting him, kissing him, feeling terrified for him. He didn't want to sleep for one single moment, but being entangled with Jungkook, he couldn't keep his eyes open after four hours as he also fell asleep.

Hours had passed when Jungkook felt like he was being shaken. His eyes slowly opened and he sat up to see an empty bed. The shower was running. Jungkook looked outside the window. It was still dark. A smile formed on his lips when he thought about their steamy night. He was grateful that Jimin's parents had to urgently drive up to their farmhouse and they weren't home to hear him. He wanted to get out of bed and join Jimin, but he didn't even have the strength to breathe it seemed to him. 

Feeling suddenly thirsty, he looked at the bathroom door, but Jimin seemed to be taking a long shower. With a groan, he got down from the bed while tying Jimin's robe around his naked body and walked to the fridge.

After having some water and before he could return to bed, he thought that he saw Jihyun standing outside his window. Jungkook flinched at first, his heart thudding like a balloon tied to a stripe in a kid's hand. He rushed to open the window to see clearly and Jihyun smirked, indeed being present there. "Ji-Jihyun... What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, looking at his sinister smile. The whole thing reminded him of something else, something horrible.

"Run, Jungkook," Said Jihyun so calmly that a chill slithered down Jungkook's spine at his eerily calm expression. "Run right now and run far. Because if you don't, Jimin Hyung will find out about what you did to Hana."

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