Jungkook wasn't sure exactly why, but that scent, that overwhelming pull, told him it was safe to push open the painter's door. He stepped inside, his wolf pushing to the forefront of his senses, turning his eyes dark, the irises fully black as they scanned the room. Jimin's bedroom was just like him - chaotic yet beautiful, a disorganized kind of harmony. Bookshelves lined the walls, piled with novels that had collected a layer of dust, framed photos of friends scattered throughout, and trinkets from travels or events he'd attended, each holding a piece of Jimin's soul. The bed was nestled in the corner, surrounded by soft sheets and plush pillows, but the center of the room captured Jungkook's full attention.

At the center was a makeshift nest of soft blankets piled on top of a deep purple comforter. The edges were bordered by various pillows, their soft forms creating walls around the space, while clothes were scattered throughout. Among them was Jimin's SNU sweatshirt, which was a gift from when Jungkook first moved in, and Jungkook's gray hoodie, now woven into the nest as if it had always belonged there. Jimin was in the middle of it all, curled into himself, his body tense. His eyes snapped open as he sensed Jungkook's presence, and they weren't the soft brown eyes Jungkook was used to seeing. Instead, they had shifted to a deep, molten gold, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, their wolves regarded each other.

"Your nest is beautiful," Jungkook murmured, his voice thick with a primal, possessive drawl. He tilted his head, respect and care evident in his gaze, silently waiting for Jimin to signal it was okay to approach.

Jimin's eyes flicked between Jungkook and the nest, his water lily scent drifting past the scent blockers, a soft but unmistakable confirmation that he was feeling more at ease. Jungkook assumed Jiweon must have helped Jimin remove the blocker earlier, especially considering how much distress they had caused him.

"You must have worked very hard," Jungkook added, his tone gentle yet full of admiration for the nest Jimin had made. Jimin's expression softened, and he sat up with a slow nod like a wolf acknowledging its alpha. His body shifted with a fluid grace, leaning on his forearms, his weight settling onto his folded legs.

"Can I come to you, Jimin?" Jungkook asked softly. His eyes locked on the omega, and his gaze intense.

Jimin blinked, those beautiful, golden eyes flickering. A waft of sweet scent filled the air - silent approval. That was all Jungkook needed. He stepped over the makeshift walls of the nest, settling just a breath away from Jimin, the space between them charged with tension and tenderness.

Jimin sat back, wrapping his arms around his knees, his lips caught between a slight bite. His golden eyes flickered between their omega hue and the familiar human brown.

"If it's your heat, Jimin, I can help you," Jungkook said, his voice low, though a quiet urgency laced his words. He swallowed hard, struggling to steady his breath. "But I just... I need to know if it's only the heat right now or if it's more than that. Between us, I mean." His gaze was steady but soft as he reached out, placing his hand gently on Jimin's knee. "I'm going to help you either way, so you don't have to worry about that."

Slowly, Jungkook crawled closer, his heart pounding as he watched for any shift in Jimin's body language or scent that might signal him to stop. Every instinct told him to be careful, move slowly, and respect the space. Jimin's scent grew sweeter, a subtle warmth filling the air.

"But I need to know if there's more to it," Jungkook said. His voice was so incredibly vulnerable that it would have been easy to mistake the nest for his own. Jimin's eyes widened, his head perking up, pouting in concern as he reached his hand to Jungkook's cheek, cupping it. His thumb brushed lightly over the skin.

Jungkook shivered, the touch sending a wave of warmth through him despite the restraint he fought to maintain.

"Like I said, Jimin," Jungkook continued, swallowing hard, "I'm going to help you, no matter what. But I like you. A lot. And it'll mean something different for me than it might for you when I do." His breath caught as he searched Jimin's eyes, his heart pounding.

Jimin's hand moved slowly, tenderly, to tuck a stray lock of Jungkook's thick hair behind his ear. The motion felt intimate, like a silent answer in the space between them. His lashes were dark against the soft glow of his golden eyes, and he stared at Jungkook with an intensity that made everything around them fade. Their lips hovered so close, mere inches apart, yet Jungkook had never felt more distant from Jimin than he did at that moment.

"It's not the heat," Jimin said after a long pause. Their breaths came in sync, slow and steady, as the air in the room thickened, the nest seemingly drawing them closer together.

Jimin trembled slightly, his soft sweater and comfy shorts contrasting sharply with his vulnerability radiating between them. The man who had always seemed so larger-than-life to Jungkook now looked so small, so delicate. Maybe it was the environment, maybe it was the sweetness lacing both their scents, or maybe it was simply the fact that they had circled each other for months.

"The suppressors kicked in a while ago," Jimin confessed, his voice wavering ever so slightly as he ran a hand through his hair, the movement almost defeated. "I, um, I feel more in control again."

Jungkook was afraid to move, as though even the slightest shift might make Jimin pull away. He slowly pulled his hand from Jimin's knee, brushing it gently down his calf while he thought. The light pressure from his touch made Jimin's scent sweeten, filling the air with a deeper intensity. Jungkook's heart hammered in his chest, but his voice remained steady.

"Then tell me what you need, Jimin-ah," Jungkook commanded, his tone darker than usual - more like a growl, desperate for clarity from the omega before him. "Tell me what this is. If it's not the heat, then what are we, because I am barely holding myself together right now. It's taking everything in me not to kiss you right now and find out myself."

His eyes flickered briefly to Jimin's lips, and the omega's cheeks flushed a deep, radiant red.

"I think..." Jimin began, his voice soft, barely above a whisper, "I think I just want you, Jungkook." The words tumbled out. "I think I've wanted you since you moved in, and now my wolf does too." Jimin quickly covered his mouth with the back of his hand, shaking his head as if trying to deny the weight of what he'd just admitted.

"And I don't know if that's okay," Jimin added, his voice breaking as the vulnerability in his eyes shone through. A delicate shine lined his eyes.

Jungkook focused again on Jimin's leg, drawing his touch upwards now, pushing the muscle of Jimin's thigh as he so subtly adjusted his grip around it to apply the correct pressure, his wolf howling at the way the omega shivered under the touch, that water-lily scent more like honey.

"What doesn't make it okay?" Jungkook asked. His eyes stayed on his traveling hand as it brushed down Jimin's side, over the dip of his waist, and finally landed on his thigh, fingers resting just under his shorts at the flush of his ass.

Jimin's breath hitched, his hands gripping the comforter under him in desperate need of the nest's security. It felt raw – to have Jungkook settled between his legs, in his room, in his nest. Jimin had never allowed anyone into his nest before - not Jin, not his parents, not even Taehyung. His heats had always been intense, but they came quick and left just as fast. He usually just needed cuddles from his friends to get through them. They had never once been like whatever the hell his body had endured before the meds kicked in. As the pain subsided, though, one thing remained: the overwhelming, gnawing desire for Jungkook.

"I haven't dated an alpha in a long time, Jungkook," Jimin said, shaking. "What if I do it wrong? What if I hurt you? I mean... you're this optimistic guy who always finds hope and joy in everything around you. What if I'm the reason you lose that? What if it's not that I've just been dealt bad cards - but that I'm poison to the people around me? I can't - I can't be the reason someone else leaves me. I can't be the one to make your life worse."

"You're worried about hurting me? Jimin. You've got to trust I've got thicker skin than that. It's not that I'm some happy dude all the time. It's that I body whatever is thrown at me before it becomes something I can't handle. We're a team, remember? Whatever you're afraid of, we'll face that together and body that too." Jungkook said, snaking his hand up Jimin's shorts to rest more firmly on Jimin's skin. Jimin melted into the touch, at the longing and desire communicated through it, as he bit his bottom lip. "I'm not going anywhere," Jungkook said. "My life is better with you in it."

"You're not worried that this is a terrible idea?" Jimin asked, his voice tinged with doubt. "I mean, we literally live together. What if something goes wrong, and you no longer feel safe here? What if it gets awkward? What if I made you run away?"

Jungkook exhaled slowly, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. "Jimin," he said, his tone steady and reassuring. "I want you. You're not poison. You won't make me run away. I like the way you think, the way you see the world. Honestly, it blows my mind sometimes when I try to figure you out - but in a good way. It means you see things differently, and I love that. Isn't that the whole point of this?" Jungkook gestured between them. "To meet someone who challenges you, who makes you better just by spending time with them?"

Jimin looked unsure.

"Lay down," Jungkook ordered, taking a new route to reassure the wolf below him. Jimin's eyes widened, but his scent swelled again with sweetness as he maneuvered onto his back into his daydream of pillows and blankets. Jungkook tapped Jimin's hip where he had held him, a silent order for Jimin to spread his legs and wrap them around Jungkook's waist.

Jimin obeyed, slowly opening his legs up and biting his lip again as he raised them before crossing his ankles over each other around Jungkook's lower back. The position felt extraordinarily intimate, hidden away in his dim room. Jungkook's fingers traveled to find Jimin's own, reaching them above the omega's head and interwinding their hands before he applied some pressure to lock them against the ground.

"Breathe," Jungkook said, and before Jimin could ask what he meant, Jungkook lowered his lips right over Jimin's scent gland. It was nothing like the two times before when Jimin could tell Jungkook had held back his scent from overpowering him. This time, everything that was the jock flushed through his system in a violent, electrifying, overbearing pulse that shot Jimin's spine into an arch. A pleasurable scream erupted from his lips.

Jungkook licked the spot before pulling his lips back so that the area of his skin immediately gained a rush of cold air, giving Jimin a second reprieve before Jungkook went to the other side of his neck. Jimin squeezed Jungkook's hands in preparation, taking a deep breath as he lifted his chin to give Jungkook more access.

"Just like that, baby." Jungkook hummed. "You're doing so well." He said before his lips found the second gland, this time painstakingly taking his time sucking and kissing it, drawing circles around it with his tongue with more pressure each time Jimin's back arched, pressing directly against Jungkook's chest. Jimin's legs lost their footing around Jungkook's waist, stretching out by his sides. He struggled against Jungkook's grasp as the alpha proceeded to scent him over and over again, causing Jimin to cry out moans as each brush of Jungkook's lips caused the full force of his citrus-earthy spice to infuse into every single living cell in Jimin's fucking body. The claim was clear, it was loud, and it was consuming.

Jimin was sweating, throwing his head back against his nest, pleasure pooling in his system like a hot wave and his omega humming happily in his chest. Every brush spoke volumes, a silent promise that resonated deep in Jimin's primal core. It was as if Jungkook wanted to show him, without the permanence of a mating mark, that his intentions were clear. This was more than just a claim; it was a vow that one day, the mark would come, solidifying the bond that Jimin's omega already craved. That he was wanted. The scenting was intimate, the position vulnerable, and Jimin was breathless under the weight of it, grasping onto Jungkook's hands like a motherfucking lifeline.

Jimin was gasping by the time Jungkook finished, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. He expected to see the alpha looking satisfied, maybe even smug, but when his gaze met Jungkook's, it sent a shiver through him. Jungkook's irises were pitch black, brimming with a hunger that seemed endless - as if no amount of time could ever be enough. Jimin felt a powerful need to claim Jungkook back. To meet that possessive energy with a vow of his own. To reassure Jungkook that the omega accepts him as his alpha.

Jimin prompted himself up on his elbows, spreading his legs wide and bore his neck to Jungkook, submitting his body to the man before him. Jungkook growled, reaching down to finally connect their lips, and Jimin hummed as he responded to it. The kiss was slow – and it was consuming. Jungkook's tongue worked artfully to deepen the kiss, Jimin's hand cupping Jungkook's face as he laid fully down on his back, near pulling Jungkook on top of him without breaking the kiss once.

Jungkook released Jimin's hands, brushing his hands down his forearms, before reaching under his shorts to cup his ass, leaning forward to add more of his body weight onto Jimin to deepen the kiss. They moved together, lost in each other as Jimin began to rock his hips, lifting them to gain any type of friction.

Jungkook cupped the back of Jimin's knees to get them to bend up, helping Jimin arch his back, as he shifted the sweater off Jimin's torso. His lips traveled down Jimin's chest, biting at the meat of Jimin's thigh, before drawing his teeth right above Jimin's hip. Jimin's hands threaded through Jungkook's hair, pulling softly as he felt slick start to spill out of him.

Jungkook could sense it too, his teeth digging deeper into Jimin's skin, enough so to leave a mark and cause Jimin to whine out from the pressure, begging for more like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it all together.

"Tell me what you want, Jimin-ah." Jungkook said the words into Jimin's skin. Jimin's omega roared in his chest, like it might rip through Jimin's skin to get closer to Jungkook. He tilted his head back, trying to breath and find his voice as Jungkook ripped down Jimin's shorts, springing Jimin's cock free. It was already pulsing and Jimin cried out when Jungkook cupped it in his hand, his thumb brushing over the head.

"Hm?" Jungkook asked, spitting onto Jimin's cock to lube it up, causing Jimin's slick to soak into the blankets. Jimin couldn't find his voice to answer, trying to breathe through the shocks of pleasure the way that Jungkook had coached him to when he'd scented him.

"Look at you." Jungkook tsked, starting to stroke up and down, lifting his body back on top of Jimin's and connecting their lips again, swallowing Jimin's shivering moans as Jungkook so slowly applied pressure, brushing his thumb over that most sensitive part causing Jimin to scream into his lips, before traveling back down to the base. "So pretty in your nest. But I can't give you what you need till you use those beautiful lips to ask for it."

"Please." Jimin shivered, arching his hips up top try and add more friction to Jungkook's grip, near fucking himself into his hand. "I need you."

Jungkook pulled his hand back, causing Jimin to growl, before Jungkook tapped his waist for the omega to turn around. Jimin blushed, shifting under Jungkook, stretching his arms out in front of him and burying his face in his nest as he spread his knees wide, feeling slick drip down his leg. He lifted his ass up into the air, presenting himself to the alpha. Jimin needed it, needed the finality of Jungkook's claim on him like he needed water to breathe, the desperation clawing under his skin like it was alive. It was primal, but it wasn't the heat, it was Jungkook. They were bound to end up like this, Jimin under Jungkook, so open and willing to take him, and Jungkook ready to claim. A part of Jimin knew it since the first time Jungkook scent entered his home, nearly rendering Jimin to his knees.

"You're not poison, Jimin-ah." Jungkook said into Jimin's ear, sucking on the lobe and biting it. Jimin listened to the brush of Jungkook's sweatpants dropping, joining the wall of his nest like they were a part of the protective space. His hand found Jimin's chin, turning it so that Jimin's golden irises had to look into the steady determination in Jungkook's pitch black own. "You're mine." He says, a growl of his wolf bleeding into his voice before he tugged Jimin's chin with his thumb and forefinger, connecting their lips. He lined himself up and thrust into him.

Jimin screamed a moan into the kiss, Jungkook swallowing it like it was the sweetest wine, staying inside of Jimin at his full length as he felt the omega's wall tense and stretch to get used to the size of him, his slick warm and coating Jungkook, making a sloshing sound that caused Jimin to bury his head into Jungkook's arm in embarrassment.

"Mine." Jungkook said softer, kissing Jimin again, this time he was tender, affection bleeding in every push and pull of their lips, as Jungkook slowly pushed his hips in again, just brushing against the spot that causes stars to burst behind Jimin's eyes. Jimin's hand gripped Jungkook's muscled arm, his breathing labored, as he clutched onto it with the gentlest, most telling, sense of security the omega could ever communicate without words. It was all Jungkook needed to clamp his lips down onto Jimin's shoulder, nowhere near deep enough to seal a mating mark, but would leave an imprint for days.

Jungkook gripped Jimin's waist, shifting him into the exact position he wanted him in, before he covered Jimin's back with his chest. Jungkook started to thrust, increasing the pace with each moan that tore from Jimin's lips. He cupped the back of Jimin's knees, pulling him closer, so that he could get even deeper, pushing in further until he heard Jimin cry out. Jungkook smirked, having found the exact spot he was searching for, and started to drill into it. His palms ran down Jimin's thighs and up his ass. Jungkook didn't want Jimin to just feel good, he wanted him completely unraveled.

"I - I can't -" Jimin moaned, gripping onto the sheets. Jungkook straightened up, his hand stroking up Jimin's spine as he continued to thrust, slowing down as he scratching his way into Jimin's hair. He gripped it harshly to pull Jimin's head back, causing the omega to arch his back into the comforter further, raising his ass higher in the air. Jungkook growled, leaning down while still holding tight onto his hair, and sucking a deep, dark spot onto his neck as he slowed down his pace, humming as Jimin cried out from the pleasure, struggling to keep his body upright, as Jungkook began to slam back into him.

"Touch yourself, Jimin-ah." Jungkook hummed, stroking down Jimin's arm and gently guiding it down to Jimin's cock that was throbbing and hard under him. Jimin was choking on sweat, shaking his head as Jungkook continued to thrust, now increasing his speed again causing tears to line Jimin's eyes at how consumed he was by the pleasure coursing through his system.

"I - c-can't." Jimin said. Jungkook kissed him, deep and slow, and Jimin melted completely against it, kissing Jungkook back passionately, his free hand cupping his alpha's cheek. He kissed him like Jungkook was oxygen, like he was everything Jimin ever wanted, like the moon had fallen from the sky and landed before him.

"You can." Jungkook said, pulling his lips away and helping Jimin wrap his hands around himself, slowly beginning to pump. Jimin's legs stretched out at the first stroke, crying out in pleasure, as Jungkook took his hand away and placed both on Jimin's hips, gripping him fiercely enough to leave soft, possessive, claiming marks on his waist, as he found a near animalistic rhythm pushing himself inside over and over. Jimin, the ever obeying omega, did as he was told, matching Jungkook's pace on himself, and Jungkook howled in approval at the foggy look starting to gloss over Jimin's eyes, escaping into a clouded sub-space that only the most trusted, most intimate, moment could ever achieve.

"It's okay, baby. Go ahead. Release." Jungkook said, picking up his pace and leveraging his weight onto his knee, his hand palming Jimin's thigh up. Jimin's back arched, his nails digging into Jungkook's forearm as his leg fought to stretch in Jungkook's grip. He saw stars dance behind his eyes. Sweat dripped from his neck, struggling to gasp a single breath as he felt the pressure build, and he finally came. His body slumped from the release, his forehead leaning against the comforter as Jungkook continued to rail into him, telling Jimin how good of a job he did for him, how perfect his nest was, how perfect Jimin was, all while his pace continued to strike Jimin in the exact same spot as before.

Jungkook connected their lips again, distracting Jimin from the overstimulation with his tongue as his hands caged Jimin's waist, before going the deepest he had yet. Jimin gasped as he felt Jungkook release, pouring warm cum inside of him, dripping out of Jimin and down his leg. Jungkook pulled himself out so tenderly, that Jimin nearly cried at the care, before he scooped Jimin up, and led them into Jimin's shower.

Jimin could barely remember the time they spent in there expect for the ghost of Jungkook's attentive hands as he washed Jimin's body off and his own, placing affectionate, soft kisses against his forehead whenever he seemed to disappear too much into his blissful haze.

"You did so well, Jimin. So incredibly well." Jungkook mused as he toweled Jimin off before telling him to wait in the bathroom for him to return. Jimin leaned his head against the mirror of the bathroom counter, focusing on his breath. The cold droplets of water trailing down his back helped ground him back into his body. He wasn't sure how much time had passed before Jungkook returned, helping Jimin into one of Jungkook's looser t-shirts, which nearly swallowed Jimin on his much smaller frame. Jimin raised a brow when Jungkook didn't hand him anything else to wear, which only caused Jungkook to grin mischievously before opening the door back to Jimin's living room.

Jimin gasped, covering his mouth at the sight. Jungkook had cleaned up the messy comforter, replacing it with the one from Jungkook's bed and the pillows they shared in their living room. There was tea on Jimin's desk if he wanted it, and Jungkook had even plugged in Jimin's fairy lights that were hung around his walls, moving them to be weaved into the pillows.

"We can sleep in your bed, in mine, or in your nest, but I wanted to make sure your nest was clean and ready for you, so you had it as an option," Jungkook said, a light blush dusting his cheeks, and Jimin whined at how fucking adorable the alpha could be. It was so sweet, so perfect, and so stupidly thoughtful that Jimin couldn't help himself but step into Jungkook's arms, standing up on his tippee toes and placing a delicate kiss against his lips. It lacked the intense hunger and passion from before, this time sweet and loving instead.

Jungkook blinked in surprise before melting into it, slowly wrapping his arms around Jimin. It was the first time that night, probably the first time in Jimin's whole life, that he genuinely believed it when someone said they wouldn't leave him. Not after what just happened. Jungkook brushed lazy strokes up and down his back, staring at Jimin with those wide, wonder-filled eyes.

"Where do you want to sleep, Jimin-ah?" Jungkook said. "In my arms is already included, so we just need the secondary location."

Jimin snorted, eyeing the nest the alpha had thrown together using his own bed sheet. His omega hummed; there was nowhere in the world more valuable and safer than inside his nest, yet somehow, being so close to Jungkook, he felt evenly matched. Jungkook nodded, catching Jimin's train of thought and leading him back to the now-clean nest.

Jimin breathed in Jungkook's dense scent from the sheets, smiling blissfully as Jungkook settled down next to him. Jungkook lifted a blanket for Jimin to crawl under. Jimin did as told, turning his back to be cocooned by Jungkook's chest.

"Breathe, Jimin-ah." Jungkook said and before Jimin could respond, Jungkook pushed Jimin's thigh up so that Jimin was laying at a slight angle, slowly pushing himself back inside Jimin. Jimin hissed at the tender spot, breathing through it, before he felt Jungkook's knot expand inside him, and his racing heart instantly calmed. He let out a happy sound, almost a purr, which caused Jungkook to smile into his shoulder, tugging him closer into his chest, rubbing circles above Jimin's belly until both wolves fell asleep.

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Please forgive any grammar or spelling mistakes, this was a large batch to edit!!

YAY they're finally official!! Took them long enough, right??

- Vi