Maybe...the blueball season is coming to an end. he he...

***

If Jimin was in his human form he would have felt ashamed or chastised himself for his actions, but the animal side didn't give two fucks. The wolf loved the free reign he had in the mansion. New scents, new people everything made him curious.

The men stepped out of his way as his nails clicked on the marbled floor. The floor was kinda slippery but the wolf seemed to enjoy it a bit more than he should. Taehyung was chased off to rest so it was just him. The wolf was in control but he kept his mother's warning in mind.

He hadn't thought twice when he caught Jungkook's scent and decided to follow. His aim was only to see his alpha, greet him and maybe play with him a little. However, the moment he smelled the itchy vanilla scent he saw red.

There was only one thought in his mind. No omega scent should be that close to his alpha, especially not one that held the traces of heat pheromones. It was overly sweet and he had entered the room, ready to rip that omega into shreds. Fortunately, for that omega, it was only a jacket he saw.

He eyed the box on the floor, Jungkook's furious scent washed over him. Somehow, it was so pleasing to the wolf. He tilted his wolf head, wondering how best he could respond, and then did the first thing that came into his mind. He peed.

The satisfaction washed over him once the vanilla scent was covered in the stench of his pee was out of this world. He finished his business and didn't wait around to find the expression of the others. Whoever bitch thought they could court his alpha be damned. He'd gladly show them where they belonged.

With a huff, he walked out, stopping only when he bumped into someone.

"Oh, Jiminie, here you are," his mother said. "Go and shift back, Puppy. Your studio is ready."

He wagged his tail enthusiastically, tongue lolling out before he barked.

"Do you want mommy to come to watch your practice?"

He jumped to put his forelegs on her shoulders, towering over her. She laughed out loud.

"Ah, is my puppy excited?" She rubbed his sides and he made an exciting noise in his throat. She buried her fingers in his scruff, scratching behind his ears. "I can't wait to see you dancing."

That was how he ended up dancing with his mother watching.

Dressed in a pair of sweats and a large t-shirt that belonged to his father, she looked the part of a cheering mother. She sat cross-legged against the wall, sporting a wide grin that lit up her entire face like Christmas lights. Her warm ocean breeze scent sweetened, mingling with his roses.

Growing up, he always wondered how it would feel to have someone come and watch your dance recital. When every child would bring their parents who would cheer for him, Jimin would stand alone behind those children, how it would feel to have that for himself.

His foster parents allowing him to dance alone was a big deal for him. You see, they never wanted children. Both were recovering drug addicts who were under probation. They adopted him because some sick fuck gave them an idea saying fostering a kid would change their reputation in society. So Jimin was only a means to their acceptance back in the society.

They didn't know how to be a parent. He was glad he was out of that life and he had Taehyung to get through half of the shit they put him through.

Now as he watched his mother's expression changing into awe, admiring his every move through the mirror, he felt energized, moving with purpose to impress her. She clapped her hands when he was done.

"You were perfect!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands excitedly. "Gosh, my son is so talented. Tae wasn't kidding when he said you were one hell of a dancer." She laughed. "Oh, God! Jungkook wouldn't know what attacked him if you're going to go ahead with this performance."

Jimin beamed, accepting the water bottle she handed him and plopped beside her. "You think so?"

"I know so." She booped his nose.

He uncapped the bottle and drank from it, a frown tugging at his lips. His scent soured slightly.

"Mom, someone is trying to court my alpha," he told her. "My alpha isn't happy, but...I can't help feel unsettled." He fidgeted with his fingers. "Did he...Was he courting anyone before me?" His heart clenched and his wolf howled in his mind, protesting. "I-I'm not a homewrecker. I—"

His mother shushed him with a warm smile. "There was no one," she said, carding her fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it away from his forehead. "He has had a few flings when he was in college, but that's all. His position comes with responsibility and liability. Everyone wanted a piece of him. Omegas would have trapped him in any chance they got. So he never gave them that chance."

Jimin sighed, relaxing under her touch. He scooted closer to lay his head on her lap. "Mommy..."

"Mhmm..."

"Can I tell you something?" he drawled, feeling the heat already spreading to his cheeks.

"Of course, sweetheart. You can tell me anything," she encouraged.

"I'm sure someone is gonna tell you sooner or later but yeah..." He cleared his throat. "So um...I was in Jungkook's office earlier and before you ask I smelled another omega inside. My wolf went ballistic because we caught a whiff of heat pheromones."

His mother let out a loud snarl that caused him to jerk away. She looked scarier when she was pissed. Her eyes flashed a brilliant shade of amber that belonged to her wolf.

"Mom?"

She blinked. "It's not you, Puppy," her voice was laced with a growl. "That's fucking disrespectful. Heat pheromones? Who in their right mind would do that?" She suddenly smelled like storm.

"I don't know." He frowned. "We didn't like it."

She already had her phone out, dialing someone's number. He saw the flash of grumpy alpha's name on screen before his voice came online.

"Aunt Kim, good afternoon."

"Yoongi, who is the omega that sent courting gift to our Jungkook?" she cut to the point.

"Oh, it was Isabella, from La Costa Nostra. It's taken care of."

She growled, "How did you take care of it?"

"Well, our Jiminie's wolf kinda peed on the jacket she sent. Jungkook told me to wrap it and send it back to her. So I did just that."

Her head whipped to Jimin, brows lifting in question.

"Sorry," Jimin mouthed, cheeks stinging.

She laughed but sobered soon. "Did you know it was doused with heat pheromones?"

"What? No! Aunt Kim, did you say heat pheromones?" The alpha sounded genuinely confused.

"I did."

"We didn't...I-I'm sorry. We didn't know. We thought the scent was overly sweet and Jungkook's wolf was disgusted because it wasn't Jimin's scent."

"Spread the news. Do not accept anything that comes from them," she said. "I won't stop Jimin doing some serious damage if she keeps this up."

"Yes, Aunt Kim."

"A wolf during courting stage can be extremely possessive, especially an omega. They're territorial and do not like sharing. It might also affect their budding bond if the omega didn't trust the alpha," she warned.

"Yes, I understand, Aunt Kim."

She visibly relaxed. "Alright, Yoongi. Good job with the box of chocolates."

"Ah, I-I...thank you."

"You knew about the chocolates?" Jimin asked once she ended the call.

"Of course, I do. I always know what's going on with my children," she said. "Well, except for Taehyung that is. He has always liked to be independent, mysterious." Her smile was warm. "Last night, Yoongi went to Jungkook, seeking his permission to court my son."

Jimin's eyes widened. "He did?"

She nodded. "As a pack alpha, any wolf who wanted to court another wolf under his domain must seek his blessings. In this case, Taehyung is also his best friend. So of course, he went to Jungkook. Then he came to us."

"Wow." He looked down at his feet. "So he's serious."

She nodded again. "Yoongi isn't always grumpy." She patted his arm. "His ex was a disgusting alpha who always made fun of his size and tried to control him in every aspect. It didn't end well." She sighed. "It left him scarred and emotionally closed off. Everyone has a story, child. I understand why he lashed out at my son, but my son didn't deserve that. So Jungkook put him in his place and told him to get his shit together."

Jimin nodded in understanding.

"Whatever happens from here is entirely Taehyung's decision," she concluded.

"He likes him," Jimin whispered.

"I know." His mother smiled. "So when were you going to tell me that your omega went all territorial?" she teased and bumped into his shoulder.

"Mom..." he groaned. "I don't know why my wolf did that. I was just pissed you know and it did the first thing that came into its mind." He covered his face using both his hands. "It's so embarrassing."

"It's not." She laughed. "There's always someone who wants to dig their claws into our alphas. Mated or not, they'll always look for an opening to steal our men. That's why you have to be careful, especially at the beginning of the relationship."

"Yeah?" he asked wide-eyed.

"If I was in wolf form, I'd have peed on their legs," she grumbled.

"But...how do I keep my alpha interested?" he asked, bottom lips jutting out. "I...I don't know anything. We just...I don't even know if I'm doing it right."

Her smile was warm when she hooked a finger under his chin and lifted his face to meet her gaze. "There's no right or wrong when it comes to courting your alpha. You just follow your heart." She tapped over his chest. "You do what you think is right. Your wolf knows. Just trust him. He will never do something you're not ready to do."

Jimin nodded. "Okay."

She scratched his scalp and the omega immediately relaxed. "Your break is up, Puppy. Wanna dance one more time?"

"Sure." He grinned, jumping to his feet and dropping the water bottle in its place, feeling energized as ever. "Thanks, Mom."

"Always, sweetie."

***

Jungkook paused outside his bedroom door, his wolf perking instantly and nostrils flaring as it sensed another presence inside. He pushed the door gently open, heart leaping in his chest as the scent of blooming roses intensified.

Jimin's head whipped up as he jumped to his feet from where he sat at the edge of his bed, a bag clutched tight in his grip.

Jungkook's gaze scanned his frame from head to toe, drinking in his delicate beauty. Ever since Aunt Kim began to train his wolf, it was hard to see Jimin in his human form and he wasn't allowed to watch his practice because it was supposed to be a surprise. So he hadn't seen Jimin in his human form all week.

Maybe added to that was a fact that Jimin might be avoiding him as well after that incident in his office.

While he was content with the wolf kisses and subtle scenting whenever the wolf would rub his entire length of the body by the side of his legs, he missed seeing Jimin like this. Missed seeing that pretty blush turning his entire face pink like that of a beautiful rose. His lips looked like those ripe berries and he couldn't avert his gaze.

"Hey," Jimin greeted, voice dripping honey.

Jungkook's wolf howled in joy. "Hey," he growled, clearing his throat and blinking.

Jimin chuckled. "Missed me?"

"So much..." he growled again.

Jungkook closed the distance between them, slowly stalking toward him, gaze never leaving his face. The omega looked so pretty dressed in all white. The white pants hugged him like a second skin while the white shirt was a size too big, revealing his flawless collarbone. His mouth watered with a sudden urge to mark that skin.

Jimin blushed again, shifting from one foot to the other. "I...um..." He lifted a paper bag. "I got you something."

"What is it?"

Jimin flushed more. "Open it."

Jungkook grabbed the paper bag. It wasn't wrapped yet he handled it as if it would tear if he gripped it a bit harder. He peeked inside, noticing the black bomber jacket.

"Latest collection, Louie Vuitton," Jimin said. "I'm sorry I ruined the um...I-I ah...thought I'll get you something fitting. Black suits you well."

Jungkook brought the jacket to his nose, smelling the omega's pure scent there. His eyes fell close as he inhaled deeper. His wolf ascended to heaven, but when he opened his eyes, his chest was heaving.

"You got his because you ruined the other jacket?"

Jimin's eye widened. "Oh, no, no. I-I-Sorry. That's not what I meant. I mean...I just...I wanted to be the one who gave you a jacket and not others."

Jungkook smiled. "But I don't want a jacket right now." He stepped forward. "I have plenty."

The omega's face fell slightly. "Oh...I-I'm—"

"A jacket isn't going to solve the little problem I have now, Omega."

Jimin blinked up at him. "Huh? Y-You have a problem." He looked genuinely confused and concerned.

Gods, this precious omega.

"There's something else I need," he said, letting his sandalwood scent sweeten.

Jimin swallowed, his nostrils flaring. Jungkook heard his heart racing, scent spiking a little, gaze flicking all over his face. "W-What is that you need?"

Maybe it was the wolf being bold or maybe it was the pent-up need to have his omega closer talking. Jungkook didn't care that moment. All he could think of was those pretty, plump lips.

Jungkook threw the jacket on the bed. "I think you have something I need the most more than that jacket."

Jimin's scent spiked again, sweetening immediately. He swallowed, lips parting with a silent gasp when Jungkook gripped his waist, bringing him closer.

"I-I have it?"

Jungkook's grip tightened as he pulled him even closer, lifting him slightly so he stood on his tiptoes.

"Yes."

"What's stopping you from taking it?" Jimin's eyes were slightly hooded, nostrils flaring so beautifully and lips parted as he gazed at him.

The alpha enjoyed the teasing lilt in his voice. "The owner hasn't given his consent yet."

Jimin's scent sweetened even more, wrapping around him like a warm embrace. "Maybe the owner is just too shy to verbalize his consent," he said breathlessly.

Jungkook's lips quirked to the side, leaning forward. "So, is that a yes, omega?"

Jimin licked his lips. "Yes."

"You don't even know what I need from you." Their breath mingled as the alpha cupped his face with his free hand, his thumb tracing his bottom lip, groaning internally at how soft it felt under his thumb.

Jimin's eyes fluttered. "Nothing I don't want to give you yet."

"Fuck, baby," Jungkook cursed, pressing his lips to his.

The omega gasped into his mouth and Jungkook tilted his head, slotting their lips together. Jimin's grip on the front of his chest tightened, his body arching into his embrace. His lips were softer and it was better than any feeling or imagination.

He inhaled his scent deeper, searching for any inconvenience but smelling only his pure need. When Jungkook began to move his lips, the omega relaxed in his arms, sighing against his lips. It took a few seconds before Jimin returned the kiss, tentatively yet eagerly mimicking the movements of his lips.

A soft moan left his throat and the omega pressed forward. Jungkook's wolf howled in his head, their combined scent dizzying his head.

He pushed the omega until he was falling over the bed, switching their positions midair so Jimin landed on him. The omega giggled when they fell on the bed, bouncing a little. But his eyes were glued to his lips.

Jungkook's wolf preened when the omega moved on top of him to connect their lips again. This time he took Jungkook's lips between his, kissing gently.

The alpha sighed, opening more and returning his kiss fervently. He buried his fingers into the omega's hair, bringing him closer. The omega's soft curves molded with his body, his legs bracketed his lean hips.

Jungkook enjoyed the soft weight of omega on his top. It felt so right and he didn't want to have it any other way. Jimin looked even ethereal up close. He pulled away to kiss his jaw, the corner of his mouth and again at his lips.

"I could kiss you all night," he mumbled against his lips. "Don't wanna stop."

The omega moaned in response. "Then don't stop."

So the alpha kept kissing the omega until their lips grew numb and then some more. Strangely, his wolf was content with just that and everything about the moment felt right.

He held the omega in his protective embrace, running his nose over his scent gland, scenting him occasionally before always finding his way back to his lips.

It was everything he could ask for and more. He didn't know how to explain that feeling in words. His chest felt full, warm and overflowing with an emotion he couldn't quiet explain.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"No, thank you," the omega replied. "I never knew kissing felt this good."

"Me too."

The omega giggled softly. "Kiss me?"

Jungkook kissed him in response. Both of them snuggling on the bed, continuing to kiss languidly until their eyes grew drowsy. They both fell asleep, their lips touching and breath mingling.

***

The scream tore through the luxury mansion, rattling the servants and guards. Their little mistress was known to throw temper tantrums from time to time when she didn't have her way. So this was nothing new for any of them.

The box hit the wall with a thud as she screamed again. She pulled at her hair, the putrid stench of urine filled the room and she dry heaved, clamping a hand over her nose.

The door to her room burst open. Her father came rushing inside, scrunching his nose and letting out a loud growl.

"What the hell are you watching? Burn that thing."

She lunged at her father, grabbing the lapel of his jacket. "I'll fucking kill him, Papa. I want his blood. I want to kill him with my bare hands." She shook him. "You saw what that bitch did. I won't let him live."

His features hardened. "Isabella, I told you he's taken."

"So what? I saw him first," she screamed, the veins on her neck popping. "I wanted him first."

Her father sighed and tried to guide her out of the room. The woman, however, wrenched her hand free of his grip. "Isabella, I told you, sweetheart. It looks like he wasn't lying all this time. That's one territorial omega he got there. He's already in a relationship."

Her nostrils flared. "I don't fucking care! I need him and I won't stop until I have him."

"Isabella..."

She freed his gun from its holster in a blink of an eye, holding it against her temple. "I said I want him."

He lifted both hands in the air. "Sweetie, listen, that's not how mating works. You cannot force an alpha to mate you. He let that omega handle your courting gift. He's not the one for you."

"No!" she yelled. "I'll seduce him then. He is the only one for me. He's the only alpha I want. How can he reject me? What do I not have, huh? He's just a fucking dancer, but I'm your little princess. One day I'll be the queen of your empire. How dare he turn me down? I should be the one rejecting, not him."

"Isabella, the alpha will never accept you as long as he has another omega."

Her features contorted, her vanilla scent soured causing the room to smell like spoiled cupcakes and mold. She moved away, pacing the floor.

"As long as he has the other omega," she whispered. She lowered the gun slowly. "Then all I need to do is to get rid of the omega."

Her father sighed, carefully removing the firearm from her hand. "Jeon isn't your next-door alpha. He's a self-proclaimed kingpin, one of the most dominant wolves. You can't just waltz in and touch his omega, Isabella."

"You know well, I don't give up that easily, Papa. I'm going to get him one way or another."

He growled, his eyes narrowing at her. "If that's what you want, you're on your own. I won't let you bring La Costa Nostra down because of your selfishness."

"Fine! I don't need you. I can do this on my own." She whirled around. "Call Marco," she ordered one of the servants.

"Isabella," her father's voice rang in a warning. "What you're starting might end everything we own. Think again."

"What good are all these things if I can't have what I want," she hissed, waving a hand around her. "I want him. That's all. I will not stop until I have him. I'll make sure that alpha is at my feet, begging me to take him."

He shook his head. "It's you and him then."

She scoffed. "I never fail."

"Good luck with that." He turned around, leaving the room without another word, foreboding churning in his stomach.