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The Jeon Group headquarters was moved to Seoul four years ago because Jungkook lived here. It was easy for his Papa to meet him this way. The previous headquarters in Busan was converted into a regional office.

The head omega's office was functioning from there, however with Jungkook as the new head omega, those files too would be handled from the Seoul office.

Jungkook was no stranger to the Seoul headquarters. He has been here countless times, mostly after office hours to avoid being noticed by the others. He stopped going there after Minhyuk joined the office. Honestly, he didn't understand why Sohee would move here instead of staying back in Busan. But a part of him knew. She just wanted to live closer and she might even have even hoped to run into him here.

However, Jungkook was pettier than her when he wanted to be. He just handled all the pack related affairs from his home or school for the time being. The last thing he wanted was for the evil eyes to be on him and the growing pup in him. A few knew it, the better.

The omega scoffed and slurped at his sweet beverage, relishing the taste. It was just so good. He always loved food, but now he loved it a bit more. When the taxi stopped in front of the Jeon Group building, it was exactly ten minutes before the meeting.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't have been here today. But this upcoming deal they were working on was important and Jimin needed someone who knew French for this meeting to discuss with the French delegates. His mate suspected that there was a mole because of whom this deal kept slipping through their fingers in the past years.

Hence, they decided they needed someone trustworthy and someone who wasn't part of the team. Jungkook was only happy to assist. He was glad his hobby of learning foreign languages during his school and college days came handy to his dear husband.

He walked leisurely, looking so different from everyone else who buzzled around in suits and formals. Opposed to them, the head omega chose to wear a loose black t-shirt with long sleeves and gray pants. His fluffy, black hair was pushed behind his ears. He wore a facemask and his favorite pair of glasses looking like a college student.

Several heads turned toward him because well, the Jeon Group had a dress code even for its visitors. Apart from that, no one bothered. But who would question the head omega? Not that Jungkook gave two fucks about the dress code. As a head omega he didn't have one. It was something he despised with a passion. Those two-piece suits were too confining. He loved his comfortable clothing a bit too much to compromise.

The crowd assembled on the lower floor was a bit unusual. They all looked like they were expecting someone. They all turned their heads toward the entrance when he entered, but soon lost interest and went back to chatting.

What's the occasion?

The foreign delegates were visiting the headquarters today, but that wouldn't warrant so much crowd. Confusion washed over him when he noticed the reporters. Usually, there were only one or two business reporters attending. Sometimes, they only received an email with all the details from the PR department.

A security detail, who was on duty approached him, gaze trailing from his head to toe. Probably he meant to stop him and remind him about the dress code, as was his duty.

However, Jungkook cut in before he could even utter a word. "What's with the crowd?"

"Our Head Omega is visiting today," the guard replied. "Sir—"

"Are those reporters?"

"Yes, sir. But—"

"Does that thing work?" he asked, pointing the walkie-talkie in his hip.

The guard blinked. He quickened his steps trying to keep up with Jungkook's pace. "Ah, yes?"

"Good. Tell my dad I'm here for the meeting."

"Huh, sir? Come again."

Jungkook was already walking toward the VVIP elevator that was reserved only for his Papa and now his mate. He took long strides having no mood to put up with those inquisitive stares he was receiving.

"Tell him to keep a chocolate drink ready," Jungkook continued, casually entering the security code to the elevator and opening it. He tugged his mask down since he knew this guard didn't have a clue who he was. He smiled as the guard's eyes widened and understanding dawning on his face. "And make it cold."

The elevator took him to the top floor where the Chairman and Vice Chairman's officers were located. The meeting was expected to take place in the Chairman's office.

Half of the administrative department worked on this floor. So it was always crowded. Since his grandfather liked to know every employee by their names, he designed all their offices in such a way. When he would exit the elevator and walk down the aisle to reach his office, he would be able to see every staff member on the floor and they would be able to see him.

Once more, several people turned to see who just exited the VVIP elevator, ready to greet him. Jungkook had removed his mask, but not many recognized him. There was confusion on their faces. Many were frozen midway between standing and sitting as if they didn't know whether they should greet him or not. Because for one, he didn't wear a suit or looked like one of them.

Well, I'm not one of you.

Jungkook ran a hand through these dark curls, feeling it bounce back in place despite his attempts to keep it back. Cool air from the air conditioner breezed over his skin. He wrinkled his nose, taking in all the different scents wafting toward him despite the scent neutralizers in place. It reminded him once again why he hated being here.

School was a better place to be. Surrounded by pups with bright eyes and tingling laughter, soaked in their unadulterated milky scent and rediscovering the world through their eyes were his favorite things. Honestly, he would handle fifty pups over two adults any day. This was definitely not his forte.

What an irony though. He was now in charge of hundreds of families that belonged to his pack. A head omega's position meant he was a maternal figure and someone everyone looked up to. He wasn't sure if he had grown enough to handle the responsibilities that came with it, but determined to see through it all.

"Jungkook?"

A voice he hadn't heard in six years called from somewhere. Surprisingly, the omega felt nothing as he noticed the tall, lanky figure coming over to him.

"Jungkook, is that you?"

His lazy gaze flitted over Minhyuk briefly, his wolf instantly comparing his ex with his mate.

Dodged a bullet.

Damn. I can't believe I was once attracted to this thing.

Why the heck is he so loud?

"Oh, my God! It's really you." Minhyuk was all smiles.

Why does he look like that?

"It's been years. How have you been? You never really came for any of the family gatherings. We all missed you. Grandma missed you the most," he rambled as if they have been best friends all along, gaining the attention of many people on the floor.

Minhyuk was now only ten feet away. Jungkook halted in his tracks.

Did he always smell like a wet haystack? And why does he have his arms outstretched? The omega glanced behind him. There was no one, but all eyes on the floor were on him.

Jungkook scrunched his nose and rubbed a finger to dispel the scent from getting into his nostrils. Eek. It wasn't just a wet haystack. It mostly smelled like a wet dog that had rolled in a haystack. His stomach roiled.

They didn't have strict rules about scent blockers. It was the employee's choice, but they did have a rule about wolves not controlling the pheromones they were emitting. And Minhyuk was emitting a lot. It was too much. Did he always do that when he was around?

Jungkook tried to take another sip from his drink and made a disgruntled noise in his throat to find it empty. With a scowl, he thrust the empty cup into Minhyuk's hands. "Trash," he said before he began to walk again in the direction of his father's office.

If he had looked back, he would have seen how Minhyuk went red in his face with the remnants of the drink splattered over his pristine white shirt. His eyes were comically wide and mouth agape.

Every step away from Minhyuk flooded him with relief. He really despised that scent and kept raking his brain thinking if he always smelled that way or he just noticed it now. How did he even choose him in the first place?

Jungkook didn't stop there though. He snapped his fingers at the nearby staff, who was gaping at him. "Where are your scent neutralizers?" he barked. "Why does he smell like a wet dog that rolled on a haystack? Disgusting." He stopped, tilting his head at the omega that had doused pheromone-enhancing perfume, smelling extra sweet beside the first one. "Who are you here to seduce?" he growled. "Clause 15.1 of the HR's employee code of conduct, all employees are restricted to use pheromone-enhancing perfume in the premises. Who the hell is monitoring this? Where is your manager?"

"Excuse me?" A man in a black suit approached. "Sir, I think you're not supposed to here. Not looking like that." His gaze trailed over Jungkook with a trace of disapproval. "May I ask what are you here for?"

Jungkook pushed his hands inside his pant pockets. He was lying through his teeth. This alpha knew exactly who he was and what his position was. "I'm here to meet a few important people."

The guy, his nametag called Yim Jong-dae's lips twisted with distaste. "Not sure how you got here and why no one stopped you. You're not allowed to enter this floor wearing that outfit. Also, it really isn't your place to tell our employees what they should or shouldn't be doing." Yim Jong-dae looked proud of himself. His voice rang with mockery. "Please follow me out. You can come back when you have changed into a proper outfit as per our rules and I also have to see your appointment."

In his peripheral vision, Jungkook saw someone running toward him as if their ass was on fire. Upon nearing, he saw it was Jimin's new assistant.

"I'm sorry I'm late." Hannah bowed ninety-degrees. She glanced between him and Jong-dae once. "I hope I'm not interrupting. This way, sir. Chairman Jeon and Mr. Park are waiting."

"Hannah-ssi, I don't think our guest here can meet them today," Jong-dae intervened. "He didn't follow the dress code. I'll have to call someone to escort him wherever he comes from."

Hannah's eyes widened and her face paled. Before any of them could respond, another voice cut through the long corridors.

"Ah, look who is here!" Standing at the end of the aisle was Jungkook's dad with all smiles. "Isn't that my favorite pup in the world?"

Jimin stepped from behind him with a soft smile. There was more in his eyes only Jungkook could decipher. His husband was already stripping him bare with his eyes.

Jungkook flushed slightly but chuckled, turning his attention to his dad, who was walking toward him. "I'm your only pup, Papa."

His dad slowed down, taking in the scene in front of him. His eyes sharpened and Jungkook noticed the tell-tale sign of anger in his face.

Beside him, Jong-dae blanched. "P-Papa?"

"Mr. Yim, this is Jeon Jungkook-ssi, Head Omega of the Jeon Pack, one of the key shareholders of the Jeon Group and our boss," Hannah said. "You should know that the head omega doesn't have a dress code and has every right to scold an employee or a pack member under his domain," she continued in a stern voice.

"I...I..." Jong-dae stuttered, feigning ignorance.

Jungkook chuckled and fixed his glare at the man. He was the supposed floor manager. "Yim Jong-dae, I sat on my grandpa's lap when he revised the existing employee code of conduct. He added that clause about scents because I was sensitive to smells and then improvised it later because he saw how it reduced workplace harassment and improved the working conditions for omega sub genders," he said and then turned to Hannah. "Dismiss anyone on the payroll using pheromone enhancer against our rules, including him. I want more scent neutralizers here. Send a warning to any alpha or omega who isn't controlling their pheromones."

Yim Jong-dae blanched. "B-But I didn't use one. S-Sir, I apologize for not knowing who you were. I'm sure this is all a huge misunderstanding."

Jungkook sniffed. "You received a special bonus and a circular was rolled out regarding my appointment to every pack member and employee," he stated casually. "You failed to monitor the staff properly and let them do whatever they want, especially Minhyuk because you wanted to suck up to my grandma." His features hardened. He glanced around and the said alpha was not conveniently around. "Don't think I know nothing if I'm not here. You knew exactly who I was but you just wanted a reason to humiliate me in front of the others and earn merits from her. You can go tell her that it's over for her and anyone who follows her." He then relaxed as his father approached, face screwed tight as he listened to the conversation. "You smell like dog food by the way."

Jungkook headed to his Papa and hugged him before nosing over his scent gland, inhaling his refreshing scent. It felt so good and washed away any traces of pheromones that were beginning to give him a headache.

Jong-dae gaped at him and turned to Senior Jeon. "Alpha Jeon, this is all a mistake. I really didn't know." He bowed immediately. "Please...Please reconsider. Head Omega Sun-young is a distant relative and I have no other connection to her. H-He's acting on his dislike of her," he cried. "You can't dismiss me over a simple mistake."

"Head Omega's words are law," came another strong voice from behind them. "Your Head Omega is Jeon Jungkook, not Sun-young. It's in his right to punish the ignorant wolves," Jimin stated. His eyes were narrowed and face hard as a stone. "Only a fool would question a head omega. Do you perhaps think he's incapable of taking such decisions?" he demanded. "Or perhaps you believe he's inefficient and hence challenging his position as a head omega. I must remind you that such affairs would be directed to the head alpha and I can assure you, it won't end in your favour."

Yim Jong-dae shook his head, paling further. He dropped to his knees in front of Senior Jeon. "I apologize, Head Alpha. Forgive me. I wasn't thinking clearly. It was my fault."

Jungkook ignored him and pulled back. "It's getting late. Are they here?" he asked in general. "Where's my drink?"

"Yes, sir," Hannah answered. "I've already ordered your drink, sir. It should be here in a few. The meeting was pushed back to twenty minutes since the Chairman and Vice Chairman had something important to discuss with you first."

"Alright, lead the way, Hannah-ssi. You did well today."

Hannah beamed. "It's my duty, sir."

They both walked past his father and Jimin. The mated pair locked their eyes, sharing a look only they both understood.

"You deserve a mind-blowing blow job for that," Jungkook's gaze conveyed. He licked his lips, pushing his tongue to the side of his cheeks to get his point across.

"You're so fucking hot," JImin's gaze said. "Wanna smother you with kisses and maybe do more."

Jungkook grinned. His thoughts were more R-Rated than the alpha's. Maybe it was his hormones, but who cared. That was his man, alright. It wasn't like Jungkook needed him to defend his honor, but it certainly was a flex and he milked every bit of it.

"Is she the one you told me about?" he asked Hannah once they were out of earshot from other employees. "The one kept throwing herself on my mate?"

"Yes, sir," Hannah answered under her breath, matching his pace easily. "I warned her against the pheromone-enhancer twice, but she told me to fuck off," she lowered her voice. "Excuse my language but that was so-fucking hot by the way. You should have seen her face."

"I missed." Jungkook chuckled.

"I wanted to smack her face when she puffed her chest this morning when Mr. Park walked past her. Unfortunately, it's against the code of conduct."

Jungkook could only grin. He liked this girl. She was sharp and quick-witted. From the day they spoke, she kept him updated like an obedient pup and took care of his alpha's food and water intake as per his advice.

"Oh, Chairman Jeon wanted me to check with you regarding the new office. He said you could choose any office here and design it as per your taste. We can have a floor allocated to you just like the Busan office and have willing staff transfer from there to Seoul to work for you."

Jungkook hummed. "A floor would be convenient, but I want an office near my alpha and as for decorations I want it to be child friendly for when I bring my pup here."

Hannah nodded, immediately tapping on her screen. "Noted, sir. Congratulations by the way." She beamed. "Mr. Park told me you have a brand new pup on board and to take special care of your needs since you're expecting. No one else here knows," she quickly added. "You can ask me for anything you need and I'll do my best to fulfill it."

"Thanks, Hannah. As of now, I really do need that chocolate drink I asked for. I'm craving it and feel like I'd pull someone's hair if I don't get it."

Hannah chuckled. "Please go in, sir. I'll go check on your drink." She bowed. "And please don't pull my hair. I just got new hair extensions. However, I can find you a few volunteers who deserve it."

Jungkook cocked his brow. "I like you. Knew you were a bright one."

Hannah's grin widened. "At your service, sir." She saluted and then she was off with a bounce in her steps.

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Once in his father's office, Jungkook crossed his legs as Jimin began to explain everything expected of him. The office was just as he remembered. The mahogany desk was full of their photos. The omega could tell his beloved Papa died to add photos of his grandpup too.

Soon.

For now, Jungkook really wanted to stay low key. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but seriously he trusted no one. There was just too much at stake. He couldn't let any harm befall his pup. His grandma and her minions might not be able to touch him physically, but they could harm him emotionally and mentally if they wanted to.

As much as Jungkook felt he was safe, he didn't want to stir the hornet's nest before it was time. His priority was the pups and his family. He was still adjusting to his new life. Marrying and living together took a lot of time to adjust.

When he began to date Jimin, there wasn't much going on in his life. Then things suddenly began to pile up. While he was ready to take the responsibility, he wanted to do it at his pace. Also, Jimin had to find all the moles that were trying to harm the company.

He took a deep breath and focused on Jimin. In general, they were going to negotiate a business deal. The tender was usually renewed annually, but this time they wanted to go for a ten-year contract instead.

Many companies were competing to grab this contract because the money and benefits were great. In addition, the longevity was something too good to pass up. It was mutually beneficial.

Jungkook listened intently as Jimin voiced out his concerns and addressed why he thought they never won this contract before. To note, this wasn't the only contract they lost in years. There were many. Even the small and easy ones were lost at times.

Most of the time, purposefully as per Jimin's observation because those sabotaged contracts were actually given to someone close to the board of directors. To someone in their family or friends for a higher price. There was just too much corruption inside the system. Unless Jungkook's dad was personally involved, they were bound to incur losses.

Jungkook was fuming by the time Jimin finished explaining. He didn't know how bad the issues were. His dad had done a better job at concealing them from him because he didn't want Jungkook to worry.

It wasn't like Jungkook didn't notice the dark circles or the eye bags his dad sported recently. Every time he did, he felt so useless and blamed himself for being incompetent. His Papa would assure him everything was fine and it wasn't his obligation.

"I'm sorry, Papa. I should have helped you somehow," Jungkook said. Guilt flooded him and it didn't ease up.

His dad immediately shook his head and clicked his tongue. "We've had this conversation before, bun." He ran his fingers through his hair. "Just because you're born to me doesn't mean my responsibilities are yours and you have to walk on the path I chose to walk. In fact, you're not obligated to do this either. It's just that Jimin wanted someone we could trust and was really wary of the translators I recommended. And I told him that you could speak French fluently. He didn't think twice before asking you."

Jungkook smiled. "I'm glad you thought of me, Papa. I know I was selfish. Still am." He sighed. "I was young and it was all too much to handle then. Running as far as from them was the only thing I could think of. I didn't think of the consequences." He hung his head. "I didn't even care to take over mom's position even when I knew it was my path."

His dad put a comforting arm around him while Jimin looked torn. They had agreed to keep it to themselves when they were in the office. Jungkook didn't want anyone connecting the dots until he revealed it himself. Maybe he took pleasure in knowing something others didn't.

"They were torturing you in my absence, bun. You couldn't have stayed even if you wanted to. Remember who drove you to Seoul that night?"

"You." Jungkook's voice cracked.

"That's right. Your favorite Papa." His father laughed.

Jungkook too laughed. "You're my only Papa."

His dad stopped laughing; his expression was serious. "There is only one thing you need to remember. You did the right thing, son," his father assured. "Taking over as a Head Omega meant you would have to marry someone to stay in the position and bear a child before you were ready. I'm happy you chose to marry for love instead. I'm proud of you that you didn't let anyone force you to do something you didn't want to do."

"I agree. Everything happens for a reason, honey bun. I hope you stop blaming yourself for the past. Your decision had nothing to do with anything others did. These greedy assholes would do whatever they want to do. How they behave is not something you could control," Jimin said.

He reached to squeeze his husband's hand, suppressing the urge to climb over his lap and scent him to show his appreciation. That would have to wait and he absolutely hated that Jimin had a scent blocking patch on. He couldn't wait to rip it off his neck later.

They were still discussing when someone entered the office with a knock on the door. Minhyuk smiled brightly as he sauntered inside with refreshing drinks on a tray. "Hello uncle Jeon," he greeted with a smile. "Jungkook, I'm so happy to see you again. I got your favorite."

Jungkook was silent, foot twitching from where he was resting it on his knee as he glared at the stupid, shameless alpha.

"My instructions were clear, Minhyuk," his Papa said. "No one except Hannah should come inside during the duration of this meeting."

"The meeting hasn't started yet, uncle," Minhyuk deflected as if it was nothing. Thankfully, he applied scent blockers this time. "Besides, it's just you and Jungkook. We are family," he stated nonchalantly.

Jungkook scoffed inwardly. Absolutely nothing has changed. He was still the same asshole, who thought he was born in the Jeon family and was a part of it. All because of that stupid, dried up eel. He was silent as Minhyuk put the tray on the table, distributing everyone's drink.

Jungkook saw the drink in front of him with a scrunched nose. "What is this?"

"Caramel Macchiato with whipped cream," Minhyuk announced while Jungkook stared at it like he couldn't believe it himself.

A humourless laughter bubbled in his throat. "That's not what I asked for," he stated.

"But that's your favorite," Minhyuk stated confidently. "Hannah is new here. She doesn't know what you like to drink."

Jungkook clenched his jaw. "And you do?" If wasn't for the scent blocking patch he wore, the room would have filled with his souring scent. Beside him Jimin tensed. Jungkook lifted the hand he had on the arm of his chair and raised two fingers, telling him to keep calm.

"Of course," Minhyuk beamed. "Who knows you better than me? We practically grew up together."

The omega scoffed. "You're wrong. I fucking hated that drink and still do."

"Jungkook..." Minhyuk's smile fell. "Listen, I know our friendship didn't end well—"

"There was nothing between us, Minhyuk. You were some dude who went to school and then college with me. You also happen to fuck my cousin, but doesn't mean you know me well." He sat back with a tight expression. "You're an employee here and I'm your boss. Know your fucking place and stop acting like you know me."

"Jungkook, that's not true." Minhyuk laughed. "I've known you all my life."

"But I don't," Jungkook responded curtly.

Hannah entered the office right then and her expression turned alarmed as soon as she spotted Minhyuk. She cursed under her breath. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" she hissed and rushed toward him. She grabbed the caramel macchiato and placed the cold chocolate drink in front of Jungkook. "I apologize again, Head Omega Jeon. I saw that Minhyuk changed the order so I went to get it myself. I told him to stay put in his place." She bowed. "I didn't think he would bring it inside."

Jungkook grabbed his drink with a relieved sigh and drank a few generous gulps, ignoring the cold sting. It smelled and tasted just like his dear mate. And it obviously lessened his anger. He licked his lips and pulled the straw away when he was relaxed.

Glancing at Minhyuk, he said, "I don't appreciate people who overstep their boundaries. You always forced yourself into my life and inserted where you didn't belong. First, you sought after my friendship and then you tried to court me. When you realized I'm not someone who would bend to your will, you targeted my cousin." Jungkook sniffed. "Not sure what you're trying to prove now. We haven't seen each other in six years. What makes you think I'd want to be friends? If you're dating my cousin then that's between you and her. Whatever relationship you think we have is outside of these premises. The only relation we have right now is that of a head omega and a pack member, a boss and employee. Know your place. Leave."

Minhyuk swallowed and hung his head. "I'm sorry. I just—"

"These offices are off limits to someone in your rank," Hannah cut in. "Didn't he speak in your mother tongue? Do you need a special translator to drill it in your head?"

"I...yes." Minhyuk cleared his head and bowed. "I'll take my leave."

"Take your shitty drinks with you too," Jungkook snapped. "I only have two best friends and you're not one of them. Don't push your luck with me."

Minhyuk smiled bitterly. "You're acting on your personal vendetta against me. Thought Head Omega should be unbiased."

Jungkook uncrossed his legs. "I never heard of anyone barging to their Head Omega's space, carrying drinks and blabbering about old friendships. If you need to meet me, get an appointment first. And with a legit purpose of course."

Minhyuk scoffed and pivoted on his heel, muttering something under his breath. But Jungkook only heard the soft growl that reverberated from Jimin's chest. When Jungkook glanced up, his husband schooled his features with a shake of his head. His Papa looked ready to pounce, but held back for some reason.

Jungkook ignored it willingly. Minhyuk dampened his mood by being an ass but he wasn't important. None of this was. He was fuming but tamped it down and drank his chocolate drink. This wouldn't be the first time he would meet Minhyuk and it wouldn't be the last time either. They were bound to run into each other.

However, now he wasn't just Jungkook. He was now the head omega. Whether he liked it or not, he would have to put his personal likes, dislikes aside, and work with it. He exhaled with a narrowed gaze that was zoning in on a random spot on the desk. Too bad, this time he wasn't a kid who would fall for manipulative games. His will wasn't as weak as it once was.

He barely registered Minhyuk leaving the office room or the French delegates entering it. The meeting was as breezy as ever. There were no interruptions. Jungkook fit in like a fish in the water, swimming effortlessly against the current, charming his way into it. They looked extremely pleased when they left the office.

"You're a natural, honey bun," Jimin praised as soon as the doors closed. "I'm amazed why you aren't in this seat already."

Jungkook just huffed. "You're just whipped and hooked. Of course you'll say that."

Even though he acted as if it wasn't a big deal, he secretly loved the praise coming his way. And damn he loved the way his alpha looked at him. His Papa had conveniently walked out of the door with the potential clients.

Jimin wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his body. "Well, I've been already inside your pants," he whispered, dropping a kiss on his shoulder. His hand slipped under his t-shirt. "There's even proof." His hand fluttered over his belly and lips dragged toward the soft spot under his ear. "Right here." Jungkook shivered under that touch. "I mean it when I say something, honey bun."

"I know but you really gotta stop if you don't want me slicking right here," his voice wavered as heat pooled in his belly.

"We could just slip into the next room," Jimin suggested with a hint of mischief. "You can slick on my desk all you want."

"Alpha..." Jungkook whined. He threw his head back, allowing Jimin to do whatever he wanted. His body reacted automatically. "You can't say things like that and not expect me to react."

Jimin just turned him around, pushing him back until he was against the desk. "Your alpha is right here to serve you. All you have to do is to give me a command, berry bun."

Fuck. That name sent delicious shivers down his spine. Jimin used that name only in their private chats and in their bedroom, when they were alone and intimate.

"Want my mouth? Hands?" Jimin continued, peppering kisses all over his neck. "I could play with your nipples and make your cum with just that. Wanna try?"

Jungkook moaned softly. The image was too tempting.The slow teasing and all the build up for hours, Jimin mumbling filthy things in his ears while teasing him endlessly until he exploded. When he was in the mood, he would drag things out until Jungkook was nothing but a puddle.

"Tempting. But we're picking up Minmin and gonna have lunch with...ngh...P-Papa."

Jimin's fingers had already found their way to his sensitive nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. This alpha. Really. He never missed any opportunity.

Jimin slowed down at the reminder and slumped against him.

"It's almost one and your babies are hungry."

The alpha lifted his head immediately. "Why didn't you say that first?" Then he was straightening his clothes, smoothing it with a serious look on his face. "What do you wanna eat? I'll call the restaurant and have the food ready by the time we reach."

Jungkook smiled, stepping forward to nuzzle into his neck. "MingMing wants kalguksu, bossam and sundae. Oh, the restaurant won't have sundae. What about Gamja-tang?"

Jimin pecked his lips. "If MingMing wants sundae then I'll feed her sundae. No compromises."

Jungkook melted at his words. "That's why I love you." He kissed him lovingly, passionately and with all the love, he was feeling right then. His stomach rumbled. "I hate that I can't smell you now. I'm gonna rip that thing off your neck as soon as we are in the car."

"I'm all yours, honey bun. Now come on. Fetch your Papa. Let's get the hell outta here."

Jungkook could only smile, looking at the alpha who was already pulling out his phone to make that call. Jimin sensed his gaze on him and sent a wink over his shoulder.

There were two examples of how one should be and should not be under the same roof. One was his ex, who always tried to push his likes on him. Minhyuk never asked what Jungkook wanted. Just like today, he would just order what he liked and force Jungkook to drink it. Then there was Jimin, who always asked what he wanted and he always knew what he liked. He never said a word that opposed his choices.

With a smile, Jungkook shook his head and went out. 

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