CW: Jimin's wolf pees in the last seen. It'll be kinda funny but if you're averse to that please skip the last scene.

*** 

Jimin sank under the clear, warm water only keeping his nose out. The omega purposefully avoided using scented soap so it didn't overpower the alpha's natural scent. He felt hot all over and his cheeks stung as he replayed the incident from the morning.

He was in no way that bold. Well, he'd never looked at another alpha or spared enough attention to get aroused. His heats were painful and intense; arousal was the last thing he felt with his wolf always over the edge. It was also time he felt most vulnerable and edgy, always ready to attack. So, this was new.

This morning he had woken up to the wonderful scent of sandalwood, wrapped around him. It was so warm and the tight grip of the alpha's hands on his ass felt too right. The omega didn't remember when his hands ventured that far. The specifics didn't matter though.

Last night played vividly in his mind. He felt a tingling sensation on his ass, remembering how tight Jungkook had grabbed and squeezed the flesh while digging his nose into his neck. He noticed the possessive marks on his neck, the alpha's scent oozing out of him as if he was some sort of scent diffuser.

Jimin loved how thorough it was. He hadn't known scenting could be pleasurable. He'd firsthand experienced how sensitive his neck was and how Jungkook was able to bring him alive with just a few touches.

The morning was unexpected. The omega didn't realize when he had begun to leak slick or the fact that he was even doing it. He sure didn't remember dry humping him. If anything, he thought he was in a nice dream. A super-hot wet dream where he rode Jungkook's thigh. It was one of his first wet dreams and Jungkook had to catch him at exactly that moment.

His cheeks stung at the memory. In his dream, both were naked. The alpha looked magnificent with his tattoos on display, tattoos swirling the canvas of his body. While he couldn't make out the designs he remembered a tattooed arm draped around his waist as he rode his thigh. Jimin clenched his thighs involuntarily, squashing that thought. He couldn't afford to go out with a hard-on.

The omega took a few deep breaths to calm the raging arousal, focusing on his surroundings rather than on his problem. Once it was down, he relaxed against the tub. His thoughts raced back to the morning.

However, his confusion waned when he realized what he was doing and the alpha straining to control. Maybe he shouldn't have teased the alpha like that. He wasn't someone to tease, but he couldn't help it. It felt natural to do so. The look on Jungkook's face was all worth it.

The dark, intense gaze had seemed to strip him off and leave him bare to his eyes. His body shivered underwater for totally different reasons. Jimin didn't know if it was okay to feel all these things suddenly about someone. Jungkook wasn't someone though. They were a couple now—courting each other intending to mate. This was inevitable, wasn't it?

Jimin exhaled and sat up, careful as he drained the tub and stepped out of it. As he dried his body, he couldn't help but worry if it was okay to tease the alpha like that. He didn't even know if the alpha was comfortable with that.

His wolf scoffed at his internal monolog.

He did say he wanted a taste.

What would Taehyung say? His smile fell when he remembered where Taehyung was.

I fucked up.

Shit.

***

"Wanna tell me why I saw a very horny alpha walking down the halls in his undies and why this place is smelling like sex?"

Jimin gasped, hands automatically going to tighten his bathrobe but he almost cried in relief upon seeing Taehyung scrunching his nose. He had just dried up and exited the bathroom, wanting to go and see him first.

"TaeTae!"

His best friend looked exhausted and his hand was bandaged, but his grin was bright. He ran toward him, jumping into his arms with a loud sob.

"Hey, Minnie..." Taehyung returned the hug, grinning against his neck. "Looks like someone was busy last night."

"No. We weren't..." He pulled back, ignoring the heat on his cheeks. "We just...scented each other."

Taehyung's brow shot up teasingly. "Yeah?"

Jimin pouted, knowing very well what he smelled. "I might have had a wet dream? I kinda soiled his pants and...and..."

"Oh, God!" Taehyung burst into laughter. "I was just teasing, Minnie."

"I know." Jimin jutted his lips.

"Come here." He pulled him back into a hug. "I'm so happy for you, Minnie. So how was it? The scenting?"

Jimin sank into his embrace. "So good, TaeTae." He sighed at the memory. "So safe. Warm. Made me feel so happy. Desired and wanted. I don't have anything to compare."

Taehyung hummed.

"What about you? How is your hand?"

He pulled back to inspect the bandage. His entire forearm was wrapped in white gauze and he could see a bit of blood that had soaked the material. His expression fell as guilt washed over him.

"I'm fine." He waved a hand. "Mom and Jin hyung were being dramatic. That's all."

Jimin grimaced. "They're gonna hate me."

His friend's expression was soft. "No one's gonna hate you, Minnie. Everyone knows it's not your fault. But...just be careful with mom, okay? I know she won't say anything but a mother wolf is unpredictable."

"I deserve her anger though," Jimin countered. He clutched his hand again, turning it gently. "I hurt her son. I took you away once. Made her live without her son for years. Now I again hurt you."

Taehyung grabbed his chin, squishing his cheeks playfully. "Shh...none of that. You're her son too. Talk like that once more and I'll have Jungkook spank you."

Jimin pouted again. This time more heat spread across his neck. "I thought you were gonna stay there for two days."

Taehyung shrugged. "They wanted me to, but that place is boring. I sneaked out."

Jimin gasped. "Why are you like this? Did you eat breakfast?"

"Yep, but something better than breakfast." Taehyung gave him a boxy smile before pushing his hands inside his pockets and producing a few chocolates.

"Wow." Jimin grabbed one, unwrapping it. "Where did you get that?"

"Yoongi."

Jimin stopped the chocolate short of his mouth. "That grumpy alpha gave you this?"

"He even stayed all night." Taehyung sighed with a playful grin on his lips. "He said I was having trouble sleeping and he stayed over. It felt like the old days you know. When it rains we are safely tucked under a blanket."

Jimin put the chocolate back on his palm with a smile. He knew how it felt. "Jungkook keeps him around. So he must definitely be a good alpha though a bit grumpy. I just want him to treat you right."

"I wouldn't accept anything less." Taehyung put the chocolate back into Jimin's mouth. "Why did you put it back?" He pushed it past his lips. "This isn't a courting gift. Even if it was, I wouldn't mind sharing it with you."

Jimin smiled and moaned when the goodness of chocolate exploded in his mouth. "Mmm...He got your favorite one." He reached for another one. "You know what keeps him."

His friend chuckled. "Of course, I'm keeping him. He might be an asshole, but my wolf thinks he's our asshole." He wiggled his brows and eyed the couch. "Is it safe to sit on the couch?"

"Hey." He slapped his chest playfully. "I told you we didn't do anything."

"Fine. I'm gonna air out the room." Taehyung went to open the balcony doors. "Forget going to the dance studio this week. Namjoon hyung is clearing out a part of the gym so you can practice. It has a mirror and all. You have to adjust there a bit."

Jimin nodded in understanding though Taehyung couldn't see it. "Are you gonna be okay though?" he asked worriedly. "Wouldn't Mom be worried about—"

The door opened with so much force that it hit the wall with a thud. Taehyung's mother stood there, fuming and Jimin could almost see the steam coming off from her ears. His wolf cowered inside him. No one messed with a mother wolf.

"You!" She pointed a finger at Taehyung. "I told you to stay in the infirmary and get well. What the hell are you doing here, Kim Taehyung?"

"Mom..." Taehyung swallowed. His hands were frozen mid-air where he opened the balcony door. "I..."

"To your room. Now!" Her voice clearly left no room for argument. "Go and see your brother for your morning meds."

Taehyung looked torn, shifting from one foot to the other but before he could respond her attention turned to Jimin.

"And you," she growled, waving an accusing finger furiously. "You bit your brother. Bad puppy."

Jimin let out a whimper under her wrath. Clasping his hands in front of him, he hung his head, feeling smaller than usual. His wolf tucked his tail between his legs, going to hide in a corner of his mind.

"S-Sorry, mom."

She clicked her tongue. "Apologize to your brother. Now!"

Jimin's eyes welled with tears as he felt chastised by his mother. "Sorry, Taehyungie."

Taehyungie watched them with wide eyes. "A-Accepted," he stammered.

"Good. Why are you still here? Go to your brother." Before Taehyung could reply, she turned to Jimin again. "Shift to your wolf form and come down, Puppy. When you're not working or practicing, you'll spend your time in this mansion in your wolf form."

Jimin gawked at her. "W-What?"

No-no-no.

Bad bad idea.

His wolf perked up at the idea of being able to roam free while the human side protested. No offense but he knew his furry side could be a jerk at times. Giving free rein to that bitch was going to be a pain in the butt.

"You heard me."

"B-But—"

"You'll discipline your wolf, Puppy. I'll whoop his furry ass if he can't tame it down and tell the difference between friends and family," her stern voice once again left no room for argument.

Jimin blinked. His wolf shivered. "Y-Yes, mom."

She's scary.

"Good. Now come down for breakfast. We need to work on your wolf's social skills before you accidentally hurt someone else."

"Yes, mom," Jimin agreed in a small voice.

"For the time being, you'll shift once a day. I don't want to overwhelm you. But he needs to learn to trust again." She kept going.

Jimin swallowed. She wanted to tame and socialize his wolf. Hope flickered inside his chest. Taehyung tried before, several therapists tried before, but all failed. Every time, it tried to bite off their heads. However, this time, his wolf didn't let out a peep when she spoke.

"Yes, mom."

She watched him for a long moment before exhaling louder. "Come here."

Jimin perked up, sauntering to her with eager steps. His wolf finally emerged from his corner, wagging his tail.

She pulled him into a hug. The omega's body went lax and she rubbed his back. She carded her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with blunt nails. He whined and then purred, nuzzling into her neck as a pup would do with its mother.

"Don't be hard on yourself, Puppy. It's a mother's responsibility to teach you all this from childhood. I'm sorry I'm late."

That did it for Jimin. He sniffled, rubbing his nose into her scent gland.

"Shh...I got you, my baby. I got you." She ran her hands through his hair, gently rocking him. "You have me now. Mom is gonna make it alright."

For someone so small, the control she had over his wolf amazed him. Inside him, the furry butt was whining like a puppy at this real maternal figure they finally had in their life. It soaked up all the warmth and affection she gave them.

That was how Jimin's training to control his wolf started. His mother was thorough in everything she did. It wasn't overwhelming. He found himself at ease when he was seated between Jungkook and Taehyung at the dining table for lunch later. It was weird to sit there in his wolf form, but his mother insisted it was necessary.

His morning was busy with his mom trying to get him accustomed to his new surroundings. The first thing she did was to take him to her den and introduce him to the different scents of their family. She later handed one piece of clothing that belonged to each of them, instructing Taehyung to expose Jimin to the scents every day. Next, she took him to the members of the Kim family. There was Dad Kim, Seokjin and Namjoon.

Taehyung was confined to the couch with another shot of meds he hated so much. He kept complaining from one corner while Mommy Kim spoke to him.

"This is your family, Puppy. You do not harm them."

Jimin's wolf was wary, sticking so close to her legs as he peeked from behind her, sniffing at their outstretched palms to get a whiff before retreating behind her. She took him to the dining room after that.

"It might be weird, but you need to get used to being in the presence of others. It's a social gathering and with your alpha there, you have no reason to fear for your safety," she said.

His meal was heavy compared to the others. He was served with grilled meat and steak. His mouth watered at the scent. Jungkook cut it to big bite-sized pieces with all the care he could muster before sliding the plate toward him.

Jimin's wolf chomped it down as fast as he could, his tail wagging the entire time. His alpha was feeding him. The gesture alone made him happy. Jungkook scratched behind his ears. His attention was entirely on food and of course on Jungkook. The wolf didn't even spare a glance at the others on the table.

In a way, he was glad to be in his fur rather than in his skin considering the curious glances thrown his way. Jungkook reeked like the omega and he was grateful he couldn't blush in the wolf skin.

***

Jungkook was amazed when he spotted Jimin's wolf coming down for lunch. Though Hoseok had warned him earlier, it still surprised him to see him behave like a small pup that hasn't weaned off.

He stuck to his mother's side the entire time and left her only when Taehyung or Jungkook was closer. The people in the mansion were warned to stay away from him and not to approach him unless he did it first. They were instructed to keep their heads down and scents neutral.

Aunt Kim was one hell of a woman. She'd been managing the entire household for years as the only woman. She'd kept the reckless wolves all in line with one look. It was no wonder he had Jimin follow her like that.

He headed to his office after lunch only to see a grim-faced Yoongi gesturing to the parcel on the table. Jungkook scrunched his nose, lifting a brow in question.

"It's from Isabella," Yoongi said. "It was delivered to your office while we were having lunch."

"What?" he growled, going to grab the parcel. "What does she want now?"

The big rectangular box was carefully wrapped in gift paper. He used his claws to rip through the packet with less care. The scent of overly sweet vanilla washed over him. Inside was an expensive leather bomber jacket—black green reversible, a monogram pattern, long sleeves, press-stud fastening cuffs, zip-fastening chest pocket, and an elasticated hem.

What the—

There was a small note inside. He grabbed the note, throwing the box carelessly to the floor.

To my beloved Jungkook,

I was at Paris Fashion Week last week.

This jacket made me think of you.

Wear that in our next meeting.

P.S: Dad spewed some bullshit about your rejecting our mating proposal. You should know how fortunate you're to be courted by an omega of the La Costa Nostra. Take advantage of that. I'm gonna shower you with things you can only dream of.

Jungkook scoffed, his blood boiling with rage and he thrust the note into Yoongi's hand. A scowl marred his face and the alpha growled when he finished reading.

"This bitch!" He lifted his gaze to lock it with Jungkook. "What do you want me to send her as a response?"

Before he could respond, however, he heard rustling followed by the scent of roses washing over him. He snapped his head to the side, his jaw falling open.

Fuck!

Jimin's wolf stood there, sniffing at the box and the jacket—his ears stiff.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Jimin's wolf was unpredictable. He needed to do something before he did something reckless.

However, in the same unpredictable move, the wolf lifted his back leg and began to pee on it.

"Jeez!" Yoongi whirled around, covering his ears.

The wolf panted gently as it did its business, sniffed at his handy work with a satisfying swish of his tail before scratching at the floor with his hind legs toward the box as if he was trying to cover what he did. Then he turned around and left the office, nudging through the door with a sway of that furry bum.

Jungkook just stared, his brain short-circuited, and lost all ability of logical thinking.

"Best of luck," Yoongi's voice infiltrated his senses. "You got yourself one possessive bitch." He scoffed as he looked at the door, eyeing the soiled courting gift with a scrunch of his nose. "Wanna wrap that up? I'll send it to Isabella with an extra fancy bow."

Jungkook smirked. Actions spoke louder than words. His gaze flicked to the soiled box. Jimin had blatantly claimed him from the other omega. Pissing was an extremely territorial behavior. He didn't think anyone can ever speak louder than this.

"Consider it done." He smiled.