Jimin woke up completely wrapped in Jungkook's arms. Waking up to Jungkook's scent, the warmth of his chest and the oversized shirt draped around Jimin's frame made Jimin's omega near purr in his chest.

He looked at Jungkook's beautiful face - his eyelids and lips heavy with sleep. Jimin traced each mole with the lightest brush of his fingertips, soaking Jungkook in while he rested.

Jimin swallowed; the claiming marks Jungkook had left over his body seemed to burn. There were no mating ones, but the imprints of Jungkook's teeth had gone deep, marking his neck and thighs.

With a surprisingly content smile, Jimin nuzzled deeper into Jungkook, whose arm was a comforting weight around his waist. He inhaled Jungkook's scent, breathing it in slowly and deliberately, feeling his omega settle further inside him. A part of him whispered that he should feel embarrassed being so cuddly and clingy - but Jimin silenced the thought with the same strength of sass he usually directed at Yoona after one of her art critiques.

It wasn't his fault Jungkook was so fucking comfortable. He was like a giant black bear - one that rolled around in the mud, making it impossible not to want to rub his head, even though the zookeepers constantly reminded everyone that a single bite could take your head off.

Memories of last night rushed back to him - of what they did together - and Jimin's face flushed a deep red. But the last thing he wanted to do was get up.

As he moved, the fucking raw fire in his ass doubled down on the thought.

Jungkook blinked awake; he yawned cutely and stretched his arms out before settling them back around Jimin's waist, nuzzling his nose into Jimin's neck. Jimin gasped, swallowing as Jungkook's scent enveloped him, seeping under his skin. His omega hummed in response, instinctively welcoming the display of affection. A broad smile spread across Jungkook's face. The alpha's eyes were bright and full of life.

Jungkook buzzed with a truly remarkable amount of energy for someone who had only just woken up.

"Sleep well?" Jimin murmured, offering a smile in return. His was smaller, shyer, but just as intense.

Jungkook laughed. "Cute." He pressed a kiss to Jimin's forehead before shifting out from under the comforter that had become a part of Jimin's nest.

Jimin shot him the largest, most dramatic pout he could possibly achieve. "Why are you getting up? The nest's so warm." He whined, cuddling back up into the sheets.

Jungkook pulled on his sweatpants that had landed on the floor, leaning down to kiss Jimin's neck before standing tall and stretching his arms overhead again. Jimin couldn't help but watch as the muscles in Jungkook's chest shifted, the v-line dipping into his sweatpants. Jungkook was near glowing as the morning sun filtered through the windows, hitting his back perfectly.

"I'm gonna make us some brekkie." He said.

"Some what?" Jimin snorted, tossing a pillow at Jungkook. He dodged it easily, then punched the pillow like a kid playing karate.

"I heard that's what people in Australia call it. Breakfast. But cute. Like you." Jungkook said, tossing the pillow back at Jimin.

Jimin pouted again. Every fiber of his being protested the idea of Jungkook leaving his side. Jimin groaned, rolling out of his nest, and as Jungkook turned to head to the kitchen, Jimin lunged, throwing himself onto the alpha's back.

Jungkook grunted in surprise, then laughed, his powerful hands quickly finding their way under Jimin's knees as the omega clung to him like a koala.

Jungkook grabbed eggs, butter, and mini sausages from the fridge, then took a frying pan from the cabinet. He moved effortlessly - as if carrying an omega on his back was just another part of his daily routine. Jimin kissed Jungkook's neck, mainly because he wasn't sure what else to do while clinging onto the back of someone, which made Jungkook snort as he heated the pan.

"No distracting the chef, Jimin." Jungkook quipped.

"Then tell the chef to stop being hot." Jimin said, causing Jungkook to smirk in an almost boyish way.

Jungkook started cooking and Jimin watched the display with wide, curious eyes. Jungkook had a habit of naming every ingredient he used before cooking it. Jimin had heard him do it occasionally when he walked in on Jungkook cooking meals at midnight. The jock's two favorites were "chicken!" and "rice!".

Jimin rested his chin on Jungkook's shoulder as he listened to the sausages sizzle in the pan. He laughed each time Jungkook said something cute - like "butter" or mimicking the noise of the splattering grease by pursing his lips. He looked absolutely, utterly, locked in on his task, with his mind drifting to whatever far-off-world Jungkook often disappeared into.

Jungkook was just – Jimin had no words. Adorable? Maybe that was the best description, but it was more than that. He was like a burst of crackling energy, sparking in unpredictable directions. The alpha moved around the kitchen quickly, grabbing spices, vegetables, and meat to add to the mix, naming each one as he did so. He even started to dance to a song playing in his head, all while Jimin still clung to him. Every so often, Jungkook fed Jimin over his shoulder - which made Jimin feel crazy, like he was a fucking bird. Jimin would have said something snarky about it, but the food was so good that he only dropped a satisfied hum instead.

After a while, Jimin climbed down from Jungkook's back, laughing when Jungkook broke into some impromptu footwork from a tester-bite of his breakfast.

Jungkook started plating the food while Jimin busied himself making coffee: black for Jungkook and a latte for himself. They fell into a happy rhythm, moving around the kitchen like they'd made breakfast together a hundred times before.

"About last night..." Jimin began as they sat down to eat, his ears already burning red. "You said you wanted to...you know. Be something. Like - date." He let out a nervous laugh, rubbing his forehead with his thumb. Jungkook watched him intently, his expression somewhere between patient and completely lost, like a loading screen was stuck at 99% on his forehead. "Me and you, I mean." Jimin cleared up with a shy laugh. "When did you start thinking like that?"

Jungkook paused mid-bite, his fork hovering near his mouth. "I don't know. I think a part of me already thought we were a thing. I've been trying to read you all month, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure how you felt until last night. I planned to talk to you about it sometime this week, but..." Jungkook let out a deep breath, leaning back against the table as he scrunched his lips in a way that nearly made Jimin fall over and squeal over how adorable he looked. "I kept overthinking it. Hobi said you'd probably want a wolf to ask you out over dinner, and Yoongi said maybe flowers and something artsy would be better. So, I've been trying to figure out how to ask you out all week. But yeah. Last night completely derailed that plan."

Jimin bit his bottom lip, running a hand through his hair. He melted over the mental image of a flustered Jungkook brainstorming date ideas with Yoongi and Hoseok.

"I guess nothing's more official than last night," Jimin said, his voice softening. "When did you, um, start seeing us as more than friends, though?"

Jungkook tilted his head, a thoughtful grin tugging at his lips. "When you painted that portrait of me. I thought it was a courting gift."

Jimin blinked, breaking into a shocked smile. "Jungkook. Alpha's do courting gifts."

"Yeah, but you're all artsy and cute, and you use words that are so much bigger than mine. I thought it was like a modern thing: fuck the patriarchy and all that." Jungkook's ears started to turn red. "When, um, when did you consider us a thing?"

Jungkook's leg bounced nervously under the table, his round eyes darting across Jimin's face like he was trying to read every thought. It made Jimin soften, and he shifted further into the oversized shirt Jungkook had lent him.

"To be honest?" Jimin began. "I thought maybe after your baseball game when you pulled me to your team's table. But then neither of us made a move, and Taehyung was acting weird, so I worried I made it up that we'd been flirting all night. Then Seokjin mentioned you might like me - but Seokjin thinks everyone is in love with me. I guess I overthought it, too."

They shared a warm grin, mirroring bites of their food.

Jimin took a sip of his latte before continuing, his mind traveling to the memory Jungkook's arms around him, holding him on the floor as his body cramped. "Then yesterday... I mean, shit, Jungkook, it felt like every part of my wolf was already marked by you." He scratched the back of his neck, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "Like my wolf claimed you long before that." Jimin sighed, guilt threading through his words. "But I'm sorry. I wish we'd talked about this before everything happened. I never wanted to hurt you or make you feel like I was using you-"

Jungkook's expression softened immediately. "Jimin-ah, I don't feel used by you. Whether or not we had a label, I would have helped anyway." His voice was gentle as he leaned forward. "I grew up in a family of alphas. I've never had to see what omegas go through during heat, but I know it can be terrifying and painful. You reached out to an alpha your wolf felt safe with. I could never hold you to anything that happened in that situation. Don't get me wrong, I'm over the fucking moon that you're into me," Jungkook grinned, "But still."

Jungkook hesitated for a moment before asking quietly, "Has that... happened before? Where you needed help like that?"

Jimin shook his head. "No. Usually, Taehyung or Seokjin cuddle me through it, and you obviously know I'm not exactly in love with being scented - or, well..." He hesitated, cheeks flaring red. "I don't know anymore. You've flipped that on its head." Jimin stretched his hands out. "It's like my skin is burning for you to cover it-" Jimin stopped abruptly, his blush deepening as he stumbled over his words. "What I mean is - no. You're, um... you're the first. For that. Other than the very first time I went through a heat when I was fifteen. Which was so messy and super awkward and nothing like what we did." Jimin shifted, trying to find the right words. "Yesterday felt like... like if I didn't have you close to me, I would've actually died. I've never felt anything like that before - for anyone."

Jimin paused, his voice quieting slightly. "The suppressors took away the panic, but not the..." He laughed awkwardly. "The want."

Jungkook nodded slowly, absorbing Jimin's words. But instead of the soft smile Jimin expected, Jungkook's expression darkened, his brows pulling into a frown.

"Taehyung said something messed up about that, actually." Jungkook began cautiously, his eyes scanning Jimin's face as if debating whether to continue. "He sort of weaponized the fact that he's helped you through heats before when telling me to back off of you. Said it like it was some dick-measuring contest." Jungkook paused, pushing his tongue into his cheek. "I'm not trying to turn you against your friend. Honestly, I'm not the type to be threatened by stuff like that, but... I'm not sure if you know he talks about you that way."

Jimin froze, his brow furrowing. "He said what?"

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, ruffling his hair. Jimin could tell he was treading carefully - which was new territory for someone who always said the first thing that came to their mind.

"He said, 'Who do you think helps Jimin through his heats?'" Jungkook's voice was low, laced with frustration. His eyes flicked to his fork, moving it through his fingers. "We ran into each other in the bathroom at the bar. I think he caught on to how I'd been flirting with you all night and got jealous. Which, okay, I get it - but the comment was fucked."

Jungkook sighed, his jaw tightening briefly before he continued. "That's why it took me a minute to find you outside. The guys were trying to calm me down before I did something stupid. Like punch him."

Jimin swallowed slowly. His mind flashed to a memory of Taehyung sprawled on his couch, smoke curling lazily around his signature boxy smile. The thought made his chest tighten, anger simmering just beneath his skin. He felt gross - like a thousand showers wouldn't be enough to feel clean. "The only time Taehyung has ever helped me through a heat was that very first time. I was fifteen, we were both dumb high schoolers, and neither of us had any control over our wolves. Every time since, I've had meds and nests to get me through it. He's never even offered – not in an asshole way like he wouldn't help, but in the way that friends don't."

Jungkook nodded, his expression softening. "Okay, that's kind of what I figured. I never got the vibe that you two had anything going on." He paused, his jaw tightening as he spoke more seriously. "I was more mad about the principle of it. It's just a messed-up way to talk about an omega. It's why I got self-conscious last night. Because I like you a lot, Jimin. I really want you, too. I want to date you and be with you, but Taehyung got in my head with that."

Jimin tilted his head, a smile tugging at his lips. "Then let's date, Jungkook. Officially. If, uh, you don't mind us actually saying it this time instead of trying to Houdini guess the vibes." He scratched the back of his neck, looking a little shy. "I'll talk to Taehyung, too. Make sure there are boundaries and that he respects that I want you as - this sounds so corny, but like, as my alpha." Jimin said.

To his surprise, Jungkook, the star player of SNU baseball, the muscle-bound god with a full sleeve of tattoos, audibly squealed.

"So, I can call you my omega now?" Jungkook grinned, his voice filled with excitement. "Like, out loud? I can actually say we're boyfriends and not just practice it in my head?" He paused, his eyes lighting up. "Does this mean you'll paint me again? I really liked being painted. You made me look so hot. Honestly, saying we're dating out loud feels a thousand times better than just whispering it to myself and hoping you'd cuddle me."

"Jungkook - what?" Jimin laughed, shaking his head. "Why did you never make a move?" He asked, his voice growing curious. "We had so many moments on the couch where it could've led that way."

Jungkook shrugged, looking almost shy. "I wanted to wait for you to kiss me first. With how much you love those romance movies, I just thought you'd want to take it slow. I was just so happy to be near you. I didn't want to rush anything and mess it up."

Jimin's heart melted - as it always did when it came to Jungkook. He pushed his chair back and walked around the table, his smile growing. Jungkook blinked, pushing his chair back to stand, but Jimin gently touched his shoulder, nudging him back down. A secret smile curled on Jimin's lips. He cupped Jungkook's face, his thumb brushing over the alpha's skin as their eyes locked.

Jungkook's gaze followed Jimin's every movement, his head tilting back slightly as Jimin could hear his heart beginning to race.

Jimin brushed his nose to Jungkook's neck, taking in a deep breath and savoring the shiver down Jungkook's spine, before he comfortably sat on top of him, straddling the alpha. His alpha. His boyfriend. Then, he connected their lips. Jimin kissed him deeply, taking his time to savor Jungkook's lips as Jungkook's palms found Jimin's waist. Jungkook held him in place, a growl leaving his lips as Jimin trailed his lips down Jungkook's neck. Jimin felt Jungkook push Jimin down onto him, rolling a light friction between them that made Jimin groan.

"Will you come to all my games?" Jungkook gasped as Jimin worked on his skin. Jungkook's hands moved to lift under the t-shirt he had loaned Jimin, cupping his ass which caused Jimin to arch with a light whine. He started to slick up and Jungkook's eyes darkened at the scent of it.

"Of course." Jimin said into Jungkook's neck before locking his lips onto a higher spot. He wanted to leave a mark where it would be visible, having a sudden, visceral need to place a claim of his own on him. To make sure Jungkook didn't leave their apartment without the world knowing he was taken. Jungkook seemed giddy over the display, tilting his chin so Jimin had a better angle, kneading Jimin's ass as he did so.

Jimin laughed softly. "What else? What makes you happy, alpha?"

Jungkook beamed, slapping Jimin's ass playfully. "Want to sleep in my bed tonight?"

"Easy enough." Jimin said after pretending to think about it.

Jungkook smiled as he started to draw his fingers close to Jimin's entrance, leaning in to place a kiss on Jimin's jaw, then his chin, and right under his ear. Jimin hummed as Jungkook pushed it inside. His slick started to pool around Jungkook's finger, causing Jimin's face to burn a deep red.

"We can cuddle." Jungkook said, looking down at Jimin's lips and connecting them in a kiss, his finger now slowly pushing in and out, curling to find a pleasurable spot. Jimin shivered in his lap. "We can watch something on my laptop." Jungkook added between his kisses. "Before falling asleep." He pushed another finger in, causing a surprised moan to tear from Jimin's lungs, his hands finding Jungkook's shoulders. His nails dug into him, adjusting around Jungkook's fingers as they worked him with a slow pace. Jungkook added more force with each stroke, causing Jimin to needily shift his hips.

Jungkook grinned dangerously, his irises growing black, like an eclipsing taking over a brown sun as he looked Jimin directly in the eyes. "You know - something wholesome like that."

Jimin bit back a smile, his hands trailing down Jungkook's chest, hooking under the waist band of his sweatpants. Jimin sat up, placing his knees on either side of Jungkook's chair, so that he could pull them down, springing Jungkook's hard dick free. Jungkook raised a brow, his hands leaving Jimin's ass and returning to Jimin's hips, both thumbs drawing lazy circles of the bone.

"I would love that." Jimin said, leaning forward to kiss Jungkook, pressing his chest into Jungkook's own as he so, so slowly, lowered himself down onto Jungkook cock, listening to the alpha groan like it was the most beautiful sound in the entire world. "Except it better be as far from wholesome as possible."

Jungkook moaned as Jimin started to lift and lower himself onto him, his hand wrapping around the part of Jungkook he couldn't quite fit, needing to stretch more for it to settle fully inside. Jungkook brushed his nose against Jimin's scent gland, and his citrus forest scent pushed through every single fiber of Jimin's body. Like his very blood was replaced by the essence of the alpha inside of him.

"What movie do you want to watch tonight, baby?" Jungkook said with a grin, watching with black irises how his omega arched his back, using his Jungkook's to fuck himself, draping his hands around Jungkook's shoulder's so he could get him deeper. Jungkook's hands traveled back to Jimin's ass, working on it as he breathed through his nose, watching Jimin like he was a dancer on stage.

"Baby?" Jimin gasped, laughing through his labored breaths. Jungkook finally pushed Jimin's body down onto him, forcing his hips straight down with a rough tug. He grinned as Jimin whimpered, struggling to take all of him in so directly. His body shivered as Jungkook kept him there, his grip strong as Jimin tried to shift back up so he could start up a rhythm. But Jungkook was relentless, the look on his face like beautiful murder, as he refused Jimin even an inch of friction to work with.

"Thought I would try the nickname out." Jungkook said and Jimin nearly cried as he felt Jungkook's knot expand, locking him in place, completely full and still tender from the night before. His body was unprepared to have all of Jungkook's length so deep inside him, expecting to at least get a couple more strokes in. Jimin was caught between his omega purring at being filled and his own desire for Jungkook to absolutely tear him apart, fucking him until he was crying. He could taste it on his lips - the begging that threatened to escape his throat. He wanted more.

"The movie, Jimin-ah." Jungkook teased, a smirk on his lips when Jimin had dug his nails into Jungkook's shoulders, gasping as he tried to get used to the knot. The slightest movement and Jimin could feel the width of it push against his body. "I asked you a question. It's rude not to answer." Jungkook said, brushing his lips against Jimin's scent gland and Jimin audibly screamed at the sensation.

His stupid, oversensitive body completely failed him as he shivered under every flick of Jungkook's tongue, unable to form a single word, let alone a thought, as violent pleasure shot through him. Marks were left under Jimin's nails as he clawed Jungkook's shoulder's, trying to find anything tangible to ground him.

Jungkook was evil – Jimin thought. Purely, completely, evil.

"Would that make you a masochist then, baby? If I'm so evil, but you're the one hard because of it?" Jungkook laughed, licking the gland again. Jimin tried to process that he had called Jungkook 'evil' out loud as he moaned deeply.

"Jungkook, I - I can't breathe." Jimin struggled to say, trying to rock against Jungkook to get the pain in his cock to subside, needing Jungkook to help him. It caused Jungkook to chuckle, moving to the other side of Jimin's neck. He struggled to prepare for the violent surge of pleasure from another round of Jungkook scenting him, stretching his toes to try and release some of the tension.

"You can, Jimin-ah." Jungkook said, rocking his hips up just an inch causing the knot to push further than Jimin thought was possible. It wasn't meant to move inside him at all; now clawing deeper in a way that made Jimin gasp like he was choking. "You were so good for me yesterday. Don't you want to be good for me again?"

"Fuck." Jimin gasped, Jungkook's lips lingering over his other gland. "You can't just say things like that." Jimin seethed. He was started to sweat, his legs threatening to stretch out if it wasn't for evil-fucking-Jeon-fucking-Jungkook holding his thighs in place to ensure that relief didn't happen. "I'll never be able to walk again if you do."

Jungkook chuckled, his fingers leaving Jimin's thigh to tuck his hair back gently. "Do you want to me stop?" he purred, his irises flickering between black and brown, like the wolf and the jock were struggling for control. Jimin didn't trust his voice, so he bore his neck for Jungkook like a pup pulled by the scruff instead.

"If you stop, Jungkook." Jimin said, closing his eyes. "I will burn every single hat I've ever seen you wear."

Jungkook snorted, his hand rubbing a single, reassuring circle on Jimin's lower back. "No need to threaten, sweetheart. I'm at your mercy."

Jimin laughed back, looking up at Jungkook through his lashes as a soft smile grew on his lips. "I'm pretty sure I'm at yours, alpha."

"Hm." Jungkook hummed as he latched onto the other scent glance on his neck. Jimin did his best to breathe, working through the same coaching Jungkook had given him last night as his eyes fluttering closed. His body shook and his nails dug further into Jungkook's shoulders. He couldn't think - couldn't breathe. Jimin screamed in pleasure when Jungkook's canines broke through his skink, right over the exact spot that Jimin feared most. Jimin shivered, his legs stretching. Jungkook's hand only brushed his cock, a whisper of a touch, an almost taunting, humiliation stroke down the length of him, and it was enough. Jimin relaxed against Jungkook's chest as he came.

Jungkook held him close to his chest after, his hands rubbing up and down Jimin's back, showering him with complements as Jimin caught his breath. Jimin felt Jungkook's knot loosen enough to slip out of him, carrying Jimin to the bathroom. He fluttered soft kisses on Jimin's cheeks and butterflied them on his nose before he started a bath for them. After checking that the water wasn't too hot, Jungkook helped Jimin inside, slipping in after him. He held Jimin close to his chest, resting his head on the back of the tub with a content hum leaving his throat.

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asked when the brown color finally returned to his irises. "I'm sorry if I went too far. My wolf – he wants you in ways I can barely understand. It's hard to control, sometimes."

Jimin turned around in the water, tilting his head and reaching to cup Jungkook's chin, his own eyes now burning a bright gold, his omega having nearly taken over. "Only you get to do that to me." He purred. "Only you get to scent me. Only you get to mark me. Only you get to push me." Jimin's hand fell from Jungkook's cheek, resting instead over his heart. He scratched at it, the tips of his nails digging in a little too far making Jungkook hiss. Jimin was more wolf than human. "And you get to do it to no one else. Only me."

Jungkook nodded, careful to address Jimin's wolf, knowing the overstimulation paired with the night before must have made the omega's need to be claimed flare. He raised his hands slowly so Jimin could see them, his eyes darting between each palm as Jungkook gently grabbed the soap and then started to wash him. There was nothing suggestive in it, Jungkook keeping eye contact with the golden-eyed wolf so that he didn't feel even an ounce of threat from the alpha. Only taken care of.

"Only you." Jungkook repeated as many times as Jimin's wolf needed to hear it, until the brown was back in Jimin's eyes, and the water had turned cold.

Jungkook texted his coach that an emergency came up once they dried off and that he wouldn't show up to practice. It was the first time he had ever missed one, so he guessed he had some leeway not to get in trouble for it. Instead, he stayed home with Jimin so that he could cuddle Jimin up in blankets and spend the rest of the day taking care of him.

Jungkook cooked for them, a meal of kimchi pancakes and seaweed soup, and even made some god-awful brownies after. The taste was terrible, but the effort was there, and hitting the stone-hard treats against the kitchen counter had made Jimin laugh so hard that the omega almost passed out. So - the baking fail was still worth it. They ended the night cuddled on the couch, watching a movie Jimin choose, before Jungkook carried him into his bed. He stole the thickest blanket from the living room for them to sleep under so that Jimin could have his comforter for as long as he needed it to be a part of his nest.

Jimin shyly asked for Jungkook to knot him again before they slept, and so Jungkook obliged, sweetly kissing him and telling him how wonderful he was as he slipped inside, and the two fell asleep.

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A/N: 

Hey, let's go. It's a chapter on the day I promised. We're climbing back up in life, let me tell ya. 

Hope it was a cute chapter <3

- Vi