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Mirrors are such an amazing invention, really. Jimin truly doesn’t know where he’d be without them—well, he’d probably be somewhere looking like a hot mess.

 He’s seemingly not the only one that feels this way either, because his friends vehemently agreed when he brought the topic up during a long shift at his publishing company. His manager, Namjoon, joined in the conversation when passing by, adding on his philosophical ideas of why mirrors were important. Jimin, being a little thirsty, didn’t have the heart to interrupt the alpha’s lecture on how “Mirrors ask you to look past your physical attributes and see your soul and the condition of your heart, blah blah blah—” to tell him that he most definitely preferred to stare at his own ass instead. It gave the blonde more time to stare at Namjoon’s large chest anyway, so a win-win for both of them.

Perhaps people stared at themselves through their rippling reflection of water before mirrors were commonly used, or just said ‘Fuck it’ and left their homes looking atrocious. However they’d done it before, the blonde was all too thankful to be living in a much later era. He needs at least twenty minutes to admire his outfit choice and body proportions, and then another five to praise the universe for placing him in the time period of mirrors before leaving the house.

But right now, as he’s staring at his own ass in his full-length mirror, he genuinely frowns for the first time ever. Nothing is wrong with the glorious mounds of muscle and fat, of course. It’s the gross black print on the beauty that upsets him.

“I just want this fucking thing gone, hyung. I swear if I see it anymore, I’m going to scratch my own skin off,” Jimin says, grimacing at his reflection in the mirror. He rubs the mark a few times, though he knows it won’t smudge or wipe away. Oh, how he wished it would.

Yoongi, who’s barely paying attention, sits at Jimin’s desk, hastily typing away at an email containing a few new beats he recently created. He doesn’t respond in a coherent sentence, only humming when Jimin huffs loudly towards the beta.

Jimin rolls his eyes, but continues to complain anyway. “And Danbi noona won’t even be here for like, a gazillion months, so I can’t get it covered.”

The brunette stops typing, turning to raise an eyebrow at Jimin. “She’ll be back in two months, Jimin. She went to Japan, not space.” 

Jimin dryly laughs, plopping his body onto the couch. “It feels like it—you know I only go to her to get my tattoos done.”

It’s the truth. Yoongi, being Jimin’s loyal friend for the past four years, had been there to watch Jimin get his first tattoo. It was a simple ‘13’ on the inside of his left wrist, but it had been more than enough to have Jimin prancing out of the tattoo parlor with stars in his eyes. He’d also been there for Jimin’s most recent professionally done tattoo, which had been the biggest one yet. The vibrant red dragon snaking down his spine had taken a total of eight, long hours. The radiant smile Jimin had flashed at the perfectly drawn and detailed tattoo was completely worth hand-feeding the omega snacks for all those hours. Anything for Park Jimin.

“You didn’t go to Danbi for that atrocity on your ass, though.” Yoongi snickers, watching as the omega before him turned red. 

“Look, you and I both know it was a drunken accident. I was wasted—otherwise, I clearly wouldn’t have let Hangyeol’s stupid fucking friend tattoo my ass cheek.”

Yoongi frowns at the mention of the alpha. “Yeah Minie, I know. Wish I was there to beat his ass.” 

“Me too, hyung. Me too.”

He turns to pick up his phone from Jimin’s desk, waving it in the air. “I’ll tell you what,” he starts, tapping away at the screen. “I know a friend of mine that’s back in town—he came back ‘bout three weeks ago after studying abroad.” 

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Okay?” 

“He’s really good at tattooing.”  Jimin’s face drops.

“Oh no, hyung I told you—” The beta doesn’t let him finish his sentence, shoving his phone so close to his face that he almost hits Jimin square on the nose. He takes a few steps back before squinting at the image displayed.

A large, black dragon with white highlights had been tattooed on a woman’s back. The skin was slightly reddened and raised around the tattoo, indicating that it was freshly finished that day, clean, and well-drawn. The fire the dragon is breathing had been shaded with a bright aqua color, creating an effect that made it look like the fire was truly glowing . Jimin’s jaw goes slightly slack. “Holy shit. He did that?” Yoongi nods.

 “How old is he?”

“Twenty-four.”

“Twenty—hyung, he’s a baby!”

Yoongi smiles, his chest puffing up with pride. “A damn talented baby.” 

“So, if he was studying abroad, what’s he doing tattooing?” Jimin asks, picking up the sweatpants beside his feet. Yoongi sighs, placing his phone back on the desk. “His parents are kind of loaded—so they did what just about every loaded parent does here in Korea—send their kids abroad for bragging rights.”

Jimin scoffs. The chaebols of Korea were a different breed of rich—perhaps equivalent to royalty, the way they held so much power. Sending their kids off to god-knows-where was a pretentious little stunt they all did just for bragging rights, while simultaneously ruining their relationships with their children. Who wants to be shipped off to a foreign country where you know no one, have to adapt to their culture, and maintain the intense workload of whatever prestigious university you’re at all by yourself? That’s a kind of pressure that the omega couldn’t ever imagine enduring. How depressing.

“You’re friends with a rich kid?” Jimin asks, raising an eyebrow. The beta had come from quite literally the dumps of the dumps in Daegu, struggling so much at the hands of greedy landlords and doctors who sought to steal every last penny from him and his single, sick mother. Rich people were at the bottom of Yoongi’s list of people he’d ever befriend.

The beta shakes his head. “No, not Samsung-chaebol type. His mother is the CEO of some popular skincare brand—the one with all the aloe products ‘n shit. Like ‘regular rich’, I guess.” Jimin glances at the six bottles of aloe face wash, night cream, toner, face masks, and facial lotion sitting on his dresser. His eyes widen comically. “Busan Fresh? Is that the company?” 

“Oh yeah, that’s the one.” 

Jimin’s jaw drops for the second time, as he stares at Yoongi incredulously. The said male stares back curiously before realization flashed across his face.

“Oh, no no no. Jimin, I’m not begging him for free products.”

“But hyung—” 

“No, Jimin. If you want to do that, go ahead. I, on the other hand, have dignity.” The omega rolls his eyes, focusing on slipping his legs into his sweatpants. “Whatever. I’ll go over to whatever parlor he’s at and get this shit covered. You better not be setting me up with a beginner.”

“You saw his work, so you know he’s way past beginner level. The boy’s got talent.”

Jimin rolls his eyes for the nth time, ready to change the subject, but Yoongi is still looking at him expectantly. “And you won’t try to charm him into lowering the price of his work for you or seduce him into giving you free products, correct?” 

The omega gapes. “Hyung! What kind of person do you think I am?”

“A determined one,” Yoongi shoots back.

“I only did that once! I just really wanted those jeans, but I hadn't received my paycheck for that week—”

“Jimin.”

He huffs. “I won’t, I promise.” The beta nods, turning back to the computer. His phone rings just as he does so. He answers the phone with a small smirk on his lips.

“Oh? Jungkook-ah, I was just talking about you.” Jimin perks up.

There’s a faint voice on the other end of the line that he can’t quite make out. Yoongi smiles a little bit, smiles , fully grabbing Jimin’s attention.

“No, Kook-ah, I was just getting you a potential client. Are you all set up at the shop with Hoseok?” A pause in which Jimin presumes that ‘Jungkook’ is giving a response.

“Good, good. Well, my friend here,” He glances up at Jimin for a second. “He’s got a bit of a problem and needs a tattoo covered.” 

Jimin blushes. 

“Yeah, classic drunk mistake—but you see, it’s on his, uh, ass cheek. Are you open to doing those, or do you still blush like a schoolboy?” 

Huh. That’s kind of cute. Sounds like the type Jimin could convince to lower his prices for his work. It’s a shame he promised not to.

“You tattooed a what in America? Actually, no, don’t repeat that. I don’t want what I thought you said to be confirmed.” 

The two men talk on the phone a couple more minutes before Yoongi bids Jungkook goodbye, sighing contently after ending the call. “You’ve got an appointment on Saturday, so that gives you two days to think of something you’d rather replace that hideous man’s name with.” Jimin nods, smiling at the beta.

“I won’t be able to join you because I’ll be in the studio with a few new trainees, but my rule still stands. Leave that poor boy alone.”

Jimin nods again. “What does he look like, anyway?” The omega asks, shuffling closer to reach for Yoongi’s phone. He smacks Jimin’s hand away immediately. 

“One, don’t touch my phone, you heathen. Two, I don’t have photos of him anymore because I lost my old sim card when I accidentally dropped my phone into a fucking river,”  He grumbles. Jimin rolls his eyes.

“I’m sure he’s got an Instagram.” 

“Yeah, but it’s only drawings and scenery. He never liked taking pictures of himself.”

Yoongi couldn’t be serious. “Hyung, can you at least tell me what he looks like from memory? When’s the last time you saw him?”

“Like, four years ago, right before I met you. “He’s an alpha and has this awkward bowl cut, from what I remember. He could’ve changed it now, but I doubt that. His body is kind of lanky. Picture the most Disney-esque Bambi eyes—those are his—and he’s got cute bunny teeth. Shy, stutters sometimes when he’s really excited, and did I mention awkward, already?” He turns to look Jimin dead in the eyes. 

“He’s a perfect victim for your shenanigans—and if I catch you terrorizing that poor boy, I will burn every pair of Chelsea boots you own.”

The omega releases a terrified gasp, his hand reaching to clutch his heart. “You—you wouldn’t !”

“I sure would, Minie. Try me.”

When Saturday rolls around, Jimin finds himself pacing anxiously in front of the cafe next to the parlor, stopping occasionally to peep at his reflection in the window. He’s already got the kind of tattoo he wants in mind, courtesy of his best friend Taehyung spamming him with an abundance of ‘ tattoos that would make Jimin sexier ’, but he still felt a little uneasy. Every tattoo he’s gotten has been done by the trusted hands of Danbi—no offense to Jungkook, but he really wasn’t in the mood to get another terrible tattoo again. 

Not to mention, he’d have to reveal to a stranger the fuck-up on his ass cheek. That’s embarrassing enough as is. 

He takes a deep breath while checking the time on his phone. It reads 2:48 PM. Good. Not early, and not more than five minutes late. He finally steps into the parlor. 

It’s actually warmer inside than he expected, a deep contrast to the chilly winter air outside. The omega shudders at the temperature adjustment, slowly slipping off his coat to hang on the rack by the door. 

“Just one moment, I’ll be right there!” A cheery voice sounds from the back, nearly startling Jimin. As anyone who’s waiting for their appointment to begin does, he takes this chance to look around the waiting room. Framed band posters litter the gray walls, intense tattoo designs accompanying them in the small spaces that needed to be filled in. He guesses that they’re there to help customers decide on tattoo ideas. There are a few binders placed on a coffee table which Jimin also assumes are filled with generic designs—Danbi noona always kept a couple of those as well for her indecisive clients.

The blonde was most definitely one of those indecisive clients when he first started getting tattoos. Now, being much more experienced, he has a less difficult time choosing tattoos. He’s got a better understanding of what art style and designs fit him and his personality better, so when he looks at people that have sleeves similar to a child’s scrapbook, he can’t help but cringe. Whatever, it’s their skin. And it’s not like Jimin can actually say he’s an expert—he’s only on his eighth tattoo—the drunken one doesn’t count. 

“Hi, do you have a scheduled appointment?” The same cheery voice says behind Jimin, making him swiftly turn around. The beta he faces is quite handsome, his broad smile similar to the shape of a heart. Based on Yoongi’s description over text, the man’s name must be Hoseok.

“Hi—uh,” He pauses to clear his throat when his voice cracks slightly. “ Yes, I have an appointment for 2:45 PM? My name is Park Jimin.” The man taps the computer a couple of times before smiling impossibly wider. “Oh!” He says, clapping his hands together. “You’re Yoongi’s friend!”

“I sure am,” The omega responds, feeling a bit more comfortable. Something about the beta was oddly welcoming, like a warm spring day. He’s not sure how Hoseok and Yoongi are friends, but hey, opposites do attract one another.

“Gosh, you’re way more beautiful than Yoongi said—wow, Jungkook’s gonna flip.”

“E-excuse me?” Jimin’s not sure he heard the beta correctly.

“Nothing, dear,” He taps a few more times on the computer screen, leaving Jimin to stand awkwardly, rocking back and forth on the balls of his heels. He tries to avoid staring at the beta, opting to look around the waiting room once more. Hoseok must notice his awkward behavior, because he immediately speaks up.

“Oh, I’m sorry! My name is Jung Hoseok, the owner of this establishment, and Yoongi’s friend as well! You’ve booked an appointment with Jungkook, correct?” Hoseok says, looking up from the front computer. 

“Ah, yes.” 

“Splendid!” Jimin’s not sure of the last time he’s heard anyone use the word splendid. He almost giggles.

“If you follow me, I can take you to Jungkook’s workspace. He’s just finished cleaning and prepping materials. Do you already have a tattoo in mind?”

The blonde nods.

“Great! If you decide that you aren’t sure, Jungkook will be happy to draw up some designs for you!” They turn the corner into a large room, little stations separated by walls about 4 feet high. There are people already in the seats, chatting with the artists in their stations. Some are getting pierced, some are getting shoulder and thigh tattoos. 

The omega makes a note to plan another appointment with Danbi for another piercing. He’s got a total of six already —two on each ear, one on his belly button, and one on his clit. Yoongi had promptly choked on his food when Taehyung and Jimin showed up to his apartment at 10:00 PM on a Wednesday night, announcing Jimin’s impulse piercing. He’d nearly lost his shit, frantically searching on his laptop about possible nerve damage and pain, but the omega assured him that he’d heal just fine. He did, thank fucking goodness . 

His ex, however, reacted much worse than Yoongi. He’d immediately made a disgusted face, stating that he wouldn’t put his mouth near Jimin’s vagina if it meant it would taste unnatural. He wanted a “ pure ” omega with no alterations—and Jimin’s tattoos were already pushing it. When he looks back on that time, he almost has to stifle a giggle, but in that very moment of time, he’d felt really hurt by his words. Hangyeol was an asshole, and he made it abundantly clear that night. A boring, tasteless , asshole.

He should get another piercing for sure. Perhaps a tongue piercing? Septum? He’d have to ask Taehyung for his opinion later.

“Oh, um,” Jimin spoke up when he noticed they were passing the empty workspaces, heading farther into the back. “Am I not sitting in a chair out here?” 

Hoseok stops walking, turning to face the blonde. “Uh…I didn’t think you’d be very comfortable in the open area. Y’know…considering the fact that you’re getting a tattoo…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, opting to pointedly move his gaze toward Jimin’s lower half.

May the ground swallow the idiot that is Park Jimin whole.

“Shit, no you’re right that would be w-weird. Sorry. I’m not thinking right now.”

The beta only laughs, patting him gently on the back as they continue down the hall. “No worries, Jimin-ssi. You must be nervous, right?”

Jimin nods.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook is one of our best artists! He’s quite friendly and professional when needed—he’ll take great care of you!”

He wants to believe Hoseok’s words so much, but his nerves are now spiraling as they stop in front of a door. The beta knocks three times before opening the door.

“Jungkook-ah! Jimin-ssi is here for his appointment, please take care of him, yeah?”

When Hoseok steps aside to let Jimin in the room, the omega almost stops dead in his tracks.

Yoongi, that lying fucker.

“Hi Jimin-ssi, I’m Jungkook. I’ll be doing your tattoo today. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.” 

The alpha in front of him smiles widely, standing up to lightly bow. He’s most certainly not lanky. He’s lean, the bulk of his arms being clear evidence that he works out often. His hair is long, falling slightly into his face. Yoongi clearly doesn’t know what a bowl cut looks like. The only things the older beta seemed to have gotten correct were the large doe-like eyes, and the adorable bunny teeth the alpha flashes with his broad smile. 

It was as if Yoongi decided to describe all of Jungkook’s features with antonyms— he was going to kill Yoongi.

He’s got one arm covered in tattoos down to his knuckles, and god , that’s so fucking attractive. Jimin can practically imagine what that arm would look like wrapped around his torso, holding him close as Jungkook fucked him from behind—

“Jimin-ssi?” 

The omega hurries to the chair when he hears his name, cheeks flushed red. “Sorry, I’m Jimin—wait, you already know that. Yeah.” He’s literally digging his own grave.

Jungkook chuckles, reaching his hand out to shake the omega’s. The alpha’s hand is warm, his grip firm when Jimin places his smaller hand in his. He waits until Jungkook turns around to bring his hand to his nose like a fucking creep. But god, he even smells heavenly. His scent is a faint mixture of coffee beans and sandalwood. Not a common combination, but Jimin finds himself going in for a second sniff, already becoming addicted.

“Okay, do you have an exact design ready for me to stencil, or something in mind that you’d like me to sketch?” 

The omega brings his hand down when Jungkook turns around, flushing once again at almost being caught. He can tell his scent is getting a little strong, the sweetened pheromones permeating the air. That’s so embarrassing, god he needs to calm down. 

“I was thinking, maybe two koi fish with a bit of a background — blue for the water to show it flowing and some flowers?” The alpha smiles and nods, pulling a sketchbook from the drawer. 

“I actually have a few unused sketches of koi fish you might like. If not, then I can draw a new one.” He flips a few pages before turning the sketchbook around. 

Jimin takes it gingerly, eyes widening when he sees the first design. 

“Holy shit. Wow.” He flips the page, the second drawing even more stunning than the first. “Jungkook-ssi, you’re so talented. Oh my god.” 

“Thank you, I try.” 

Jimin doesn’t have to flip any farther than the third page before deciding that the design was perfect for him. Two koi fish, one orange with black spots and one white with black and orange spots circle one another like the yin yang symbol. Sky blue water flows around the two fish, and cherry blossom flowers litter the water. It’s so vibrant and colorful, and Jimin can’t help but fall in love with it.

“Please, can I have this one? Oh my god, it’s so pretty.”

Jungkook nods, taking the sketchbook back. “Of course you can, Jimin-ssi. One pretty tattoo for one pretty omega coming right up.” Jimin could melt right then and there in that chair. He actually might. Yoongi said Jungkook was awkward and shy. 

He’s such a liar.

“Okay, do you have on underwear that reveals the exact spot you need to be covered, or do I need to bring a cover for you…” 

“Underwear that reveals…you mean a thong? Yeah, I have one on. Unless you meant a jockstrap. Then no, I don’t. I have a thong.”  The alpha’s cheeks tint red, and he nods after swallowing thickly. Oh shit, he made Jungkook blush. This was his chance to redeem himself. He’s been a bumbling idiot for the past 10 minutes—it was time to turn the tables around.

“A-ah okay. Well, could you remove your sweats, please? I need to see the area so we can decide how large you want it.”

“I don’t know about anything too big. I want it big enough, but not to the point where I can’t handle the pain.”

The alpha coughs. “H-huh?” 

Jimin turns to look at him as he slowly steps out of his sweatpants, keeping his front-facing away from the male. “The tattoo. I’m talking about my tattoo.”

“Y-yeah, right. Okay. Let’s uh, take a look here.” 

He inches closer to the omega, hands hesitantly reaching out until they stop just a breath away from the hem of Jimin’s hoodie. Jimin nods, happy that Jungkook was waiting for consent. Slowly, the alpha lifts his hoodie, a warm thumb pressing right against the supple flesh of his ass cheek. Jimin’s breath hitches, and he lifts the hoodie higher than necessary to expose more skin to the alpha. 

“Whoever Hangyeol is, he did a shit job at writing his own name. Ruined such pretty skin with an atrocious tattoo.” Fuck , he knows Jungkook is only trying to make him feel less embarrassed, but Jimin can only feel his face and neck heat up more by the second. 

“Yeah, uhm. It was his friend that drunkenly tattooed it, but I’m sure Hangyeol would’ve been even worse at it.” He chuckles to himself, trying not to whine when Jungkook splays his hand out over his ass cheek. 

“If we make the tattoo a little bigger than my hand, I can get the orange koi fish to perfectly cover up the name, is that alright? I can try to do it smaller or bigger if you’d like.”

The blonde shakes his head. “No, your hand is quite large. It’s a perfect size for me to handle.” 

The alpha grows awfully quiet behind him, pulling away abruptly. Jimin begins to fear that his innuendos are becoming too obvious and that the alpha is rejecting him. His omega whimpers at the thought, pawing at Jimin to stop thinking such hurtful thoughts. He sighs quietly, moving back onto the chair. He needs to cut his behavior out anyways. He’s here to get a tattoo, not hook up with the hottest alpha he’s seen in years—as much as he’d love to.

“I’m going to go use the thermal imager to make your stencil, I’ll be right back, Jimin-ssi.”

He only nods, looking away as Jungkook steps out of the room. There’s no way Jimin was going to survive this appointment—not without switching artists. The omega could only pray that he doesn’t leak when Jungkook put his hands on him. Hopefully, the needle will be a good enough distraction.

The first hour actually goes much better than Jimin anticipated. He does his best to fall asleep instead of interacting with the alpha, but having a needle poke painfully at the flesh of your ass isn’t something anyone can easily doze off to. Eventually, he turns his head to face the side Jungkook is on. Might as well talk to the alpha.

“How long did you say this was going to take?”

“I’ve finished one fish, we’ve got the other and the background left to do.”  Jungkook replies without missing a beat.

Jimin hums. “So, how long have you been tattooing?”

“Mm. I think this upcoming Friday marks my fourth year. Not as long as Hobi-hyung.” 

“But your work looks absolutely amazing—like you’ve been doing this for much longer.”

“Thank you, Jimin-ssi. That means a lot."

The omega smiles to himself, though he’s unsure of what to say next. Fortunately (and unfortunately), Jungkook begins to speak.

“So…Hangyeol, hm?”

Good god.

He groans, shoving his face into his hands. “The shittiest alpha to ever exist.” 

“And now you know why we don’t tattoo lovers’ names on our bodies, right?” Jungkook says teasingly.

“I was shitfaced, Jungkook-ssi. Trust me, I never wanted this. I was just drunk and upset.”

“Upset?” 

“Yeah. I was planning to break up with Hangyeol the next day after he’d said some hurtful things. Decided to party with him and his friends one last time, and woke up with him gone, a major fucking headache, and a sore ass.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

The blonde dryly chuckles. “I’m not even sad about it anymore. I’m more upset about the fact that of all names, I chose Hangyeol. Now I wish it was someone else’s.”

“Oh, I agree,” Jungkook chimes in as he wipes at excess ink on his skin. “Hangyeol isn’t a pretty name for your skin.”

“Oh yeah?” Jimin’s curious to hear the alpha’s explanation.

“Mm. Should’ve been something else.”

“Like?”

“I don’t know. JK sounds great to me.” 

He can’t help but let out a little laugh as he props himself up on his elbows, his back arching in the way he knows is mouth-watering. He turns his head to face Jungkook as much as he can.

“Jungkook-ssi.”  The brunette doesn’t look up, but he’s got a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, Jimin-ssi?”

“Did you offer the name, JK, because it’s your name’s initials?”

Jungkook finally looks up, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “JK could stand for any name.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Joonki, Jaesuk…”

“Jungkook,” Jimin finishes. 

“Perhaps.” His eyes flash with something the omega can’t quite read, then he resumes tattooing Jimin.

The blonde settles back onto the chair, sighing when Jungkook grips the fat of his cheek a slightly harder. He knows it’s nothing more than the alpha trying to make sure he tattoos his skin properly, but it still feels good to have Jungkook’s hand on him that way. A comfortable silence falls between the two, and Jimin actually almost falls asleep to the buzz of the tattoo gun. Jungkook breaks the silence again just as he begins to doze off. 

“I’m curious—what exactly was the breaking point for you with Hangyeol? I really can’t wrap my head around someone not doing everything in their power to keep you by their side.”

Jimin can’t help but blush deeply at the compliment. It was obvious now that Jungkook was flirting with him, so there was no reason to not flirt back. Yoongi was probably going to kill him but it’s not his fault. 

“Laying it on thick, aren’t you, Jungkook-ssi?”

“Maybe. Is it working?”

Jimin stays silent for a second, pretending to ponder the question. “Maybe.”

He pauses again, before deciding to answer Jungkook’s question. It’s nothing too hurtful to think about anymore, so what’s the harm in talking about his idiotic ex? He could use a good rant.

“Well, he was cute—I’ll give him that. I’m not really one to lie or switch up about that. If you’re hot, you’re hot.”

Jungkook hums, urging him to continue. 

“He was sweet for like, the first four months we dated. Doted on me, bought me shit, introduced me to his friends.” He vaguely remembers meeting Hanyeol’s friend group. They’d all been kind to him the first few hangouts. Then, the alphas turned sleazy, always invading Jimin’s personal space in the name of “being kind”.

“When Hangyeol saw that his friends began to flirt with me and pay more attention to me than him, he did a complete 180 on me.”

“On you? Why?”

“ Hell if I know.  I never once reciprocated their flirtatious comments. I was nice, yes, but I never accepted any gifts—besides food. Man’s gotta eat, y’know?” 

Jungkook snorts, clearly amused with his storytelling.

“But anything that had their scent, I refused politely. Hangyeol literally got so pissed, saying I wasn’t allowed to hang out with them, and that I was being too nice. He basically implied that I couldn’t be trusted."

“Are you serious? His friends were the ones hitting on you.”

Jimin rolls his eyes at the image of a red Hangyeol, firmly telling him that he couldn’t hang out with them anymore. “Yeah, well. Stupid fucking alphas and their egos. That wasn’t even the worst part.”

“There’s more?”

The omega nods. “Mm. He already hated the tattoos I had. He said that tattoos weren’t meant for omegas—we’re supposed to be dainty and pure.”

“What a fucking dick—”

“Exactly! It’s literally my body.” He takes a second to look over his shoulder and check the progress. Jungkook looks up at the same time, his eyes following Jimin’s gaze. “Oh, I just finished the second koi fish. I’m about to work on the background.” 

“Time is flying faster than I thought.”

“Yeah, it sure is. Now, are you going to continue your story? I’m invested.”

Jimin sighs, turning back around. “So basically, I got a piercing in a place he clearly did not approve of, because he looked at me so disgusted when I showed him that night.” 

“Approve of? What is he, your father?” Jungkook grumbles in response, wiping at the excess ink on his skin again. Jimin bites his lip when the tattoo gun resumes working on the skin, the strokes being a bit more painful than usual. Jungkook must be shading again.

“I guess he thought he was, because he yelled at me, calling me disgusting. With his whole chest, he told me he wouldn’t eat me out anymore because now my vagina was going to taste like metal—which pissed me off because he was never good at giving head anyway. Fucking loser.”

Though faint, Jimin hears Jungkook’s breath hitch as he stops tattooing. 

“Your…”

“My vagina—well, my clit. I got my clit pierced.” Jimin finishes for him, smiling to himself when the room slowly begins to fill with a more intense sandalwood scent. Jungkook remains silent for a few moments, presumably basking in the mental image of Jimin’s pierced clit. At least, Jimin hopes he is.

“That’s…wow.”

He raises a brow at Jungkook’s eventual response. Wow? What was that supposed to mean? 

“What? You got something against clit piercings?” 

“No, absolutely not. It’s just,” He pauses taking a deep breath. “I don’t know, I didn’t expect that from you. Like yeah, you’ve got tattoos and ear piercings, but a clitoral piercing? That’s so…”

“So weird? Is it because I look too dainty and pure for that?” Jimin can feel his mood begin to sour. The appointment had been going so well. Too bad Jungkook was starting to sound like his stupid fucking ex.

“What? No. I was going to say hot. That’s really fucking hot.”

Oh . 

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, Jimin-ssi. I think it’s hot as fuck.” He turns off the tattoo gun, sliding away from the chair Jimin is currently splayed out on. “And you’re finished, by the way. Do you want to take a look in the mirror?”

Too embarrassed to speak, the omega simply nods before Jungkook moves to help him off of the chair. The full-length mirror isn’t far from the chair, so he turns his body, twisting his head around to stare at his ass for the fourth time that day. 

He gasps. Not a single Korean character insight—just beautiful Koi fish and beautiful swirling water with flower petals surrounding them. He could almost cry. Cheating on Danbi-noona was the best decision he’s made in a very long time.

“W-wow, it’s so pretty—how much do I owe you?” Jimin breathes, eyes never leaving the tattoo. Jungkook comes around the chair, sitting down on it as he watches the blonde. “Two hundred,” He says nonchalantly. The omega spins on his heel to face the other male, an incredulous look on his face. There’s no way the alpha could be selling himself short—Jimin wouldn’t allow it—not for work this well done. 

“No way. You’re undermining your own talent and time. I’d say this is at least four-fifty.” Jimin points down, gesturing to the whole tattoo. The brunette chuckles lightly, his eyes meeting Jimin’s with a playful gleam. 

“Oh, I know it’s worth more. But,” he trails off for a second, his hand reaching out to brush against the hem of Jimin’s thong. He lets his fingers gently trail up to his navel, eliciting a hitched breath from the omega. He’s going to leak all on the fucking floor if this man didn’t stop, and Jimin isn’t sure he’s ready to deal with the embarrassment of cleaning up his own slick. He promised Yoongi he wouldn’t seduce his friend, but how is he supposed to resist the stud standing right in front of him? He’s filling up the room with his sharp scent, practically holding out his knot to Jimin, and he isn’t supposed to take it? He’s only a man—a man with an irresistible treat dangling in front of him.

“It’s one-fifty for you,” Jungkook finishes, his voice dropping an octave. 

“You said two hundred.”

“I can’t help but lower the price for such pretty omegas like you,” Jungkook responds steadily as if he’s said the line a million times before. The blonde can almost feel himself pouting at the thought of Jungkook having flirted with plenty of omegas before him, but he pushes the thought aside. He’s not his alpha, so there’s no reason to feel even the slightest bit of jealousy.

“Well,” Jimin says, stepping closer. Jungkook keeps his eyes on the omega’s, letting his hand move to rest lightly on Jimin’s hip. He likes the warmth the alpha’s palm brings, but it’s no match for the heat in Jungkook’s hooded eyes. The blonde almost chokes at the gorgeous sight of Jungkook looking up at him, but he manages to gather himself quickly.

Again, he prays he won’t leak slick despite the licks of arousal shooting down to pool in his stomach. The little thong he’s got won’t be enough to hold any of it in—it’s barely holding in his fat little pussy lips alone.

“Well?” Jungkook urges on, grinning. His canines are prominent and sharp, now that Jimin is much closer to his face, and god, that’s so hot . He probably bites so well, and wouldn’t have a problem leaving a mating mark on Jimin—

“I like to pay handsome alphas the proper price, and tip them well for doing such a good job .” 

He knows what he’s doing when he draws out the last couple of words, voice pitching into an almost moan. He knows it’ll affect the alpha—and it does, making him tighten his grip on the omega’s hip. 

“Let’s, let’s get the tattoo covered up, shall we?”

He stands, and Jimin takes a step back, smilingly triumphantly. He’s won the battle—perhaps he’ll leave the parlor with a kept promise—perhaps the alpha’s number as well if he’s lucky.

The mixture of desire from both him and Jungkook still lingers in the room as Jungkook wraps—well more like tapes the wrap—onto Jimin’s ass cheek. He wants to speak up and say something—anything that’ll entice the male into giving him his number— but he’s suddenly unsure of what to say. This can’t be the end, no? A flirtatious and lust-filled meeting only to end in absolutely nothing? Is Jimin seriously getting blue-walled right now?

“You know, I highly disagree with your ex,” Jungkook says, snapping Jimin out of his wallowing thoughts.

“Pardon?”

“What he said about your…piercing.” Jungkook’s nearly pressed flush to his back, the heat radiating off of his body, already engulfing Jimin. His hands are back on Jimin’s hips, thumbs hooking under his hoodie, rubbing circles into the milky skin. Jungkook’s breath is hot against the back of his neck when he speaks, sending shivers all down the omega’s spine.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping, but, clit piercings are perfect, Jimin-ssi. They deserve to be worshipped—sucked and licked on for hours.” 

He must not have heard the alpha correctly. But instead of asking Jungkook to repeat his words, he remains speechless—his shock displaying itself as he stands still, open-mouthed. Jungkook seems to be encouraged by his response, because he steps closer, pressing his hips completely flush to the omega’s ass. His nose is so close to Jimin’s scent gland, so close to sending the blonde into a cock-driven daze with just his scent and words only. 

“A real alpha would have you sit that pretty little cunt right on their face, yeah? I know I would.” Jungkook’s grip on his hips is surely going to leave a bruise on him, but he doesn’t care anymore. Technically, Jimin wasn’t the seducer—Jungkook was—so this didn’t count as breaking his promise to Yoongi. Fuck it. Even if it was, there’s no way Jimin’s going to ignore the growing bulge in the alpha’s pants. It’s nudging its way into the cleft of his ass cheeks, the fabric of Jungkook’s sweatpants thin enough to leave little to the imagination. He can feel the heat radiating from his cock as it slowly fattens up, readying itself for the sole purpose of stuffing Jimin full. 

The omega can’t help but push his hips back, eyes fluttering shut when Jungkook groans lowly in his ear. Jungkook could take him right here—hell, he just might—and Jimin is so fucking ready to let him. When Jungkook begins to meet his little pushes with small thrusts forward, his ass cheek aches sorely. It’s a reminder of the entire reason he’s here, to begin with, but the blonde could care less. The stretch of his little cunt around Jungkook’s fat cock would be a well enough distraction for him to not even notice the ache. 

“Jungkook…what if we get cau- oh ,” He can’t finish his sentence, inhaling sharply when Jungkook starts to suck on his neck, his hot and wet tongue moving languidly on his skin. The alpha grins, his canines grazing his skin ever so slightly.

“We won’t,” he whispers, his hands beginning to roam across the milky expanse of Jimin’s skin. “If you’re quiet, no one will know you’re riding my tongue in this room, right? You’ll be good and be quiet for me, mm? Jungkook continues. 

Jimin can only nod fervently, the big, warm palm of Jungkook’s hand sneaking up his hoodie. When he cups his chest, Jimin lets out a little embarrassed whimper, a small hand reaching to push Jungkook’s away. The alpha lets out a grunt of confusion. 

“What’s wrong, omega? What’s got you so shy all of a sudden?” 

He knows his cheeks are red—he can feel heat flourishing throughout his face, so he avoids turning to make eye contact. Instead, he speaks in a low, almost whisper.

“Y-your hands are too big…”

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. “My hands?”

“Mm. They’re too big for my…chest.” It’s so embarrassing having to say it out loud, and Jimin’s already been embarrassed enough as it is during this entire appointment. When Jungkook chuckles in his ear, he only wants to shuffle farther away, humiliation seeping into him. He loves his figure—Jimin is not one to shy away from the mirror, obviously . But, something about this alpha has really left Jimin in shambles. He was perfect—the best alpha Jimin could ever dream of. He’d probably had so many omegas at his feet, and they were probably perfect as well. In the span of 3 hours, his ten years of undying confidence have dwindled into almost nothing—all for an alpha. He’s got a pure stud pressing his hard cock against him, and now he wants nothing to more than to be bred well. Anything that could deter the alpha from doing so, like his small breast, is now his biggest concern.

“What? These?” Jungkook asks, bringing both hands to cup his little tits, squeezing the small cups of fat between his fingertips. They fit his palms perfectly, like two handfuls made for him. This makes Jungkook grin proudly. 

“They’re small,” Jimin mutters breathily as Jungkook toys with them, letting his tits bounce in his hands, pausing every couple of seconds to squeeze and pinch at his nipples teasingly.

“They’re perfect little handfuls, baby. So cute and small, mm? But, I can fatten them up for you if you’d like. How does that sound? D’you wanna be bred, full to the brim with my pups? I bet your tits would get so fucking fat and full with milk.”

Jimin tilts his head back, jaw going slack as he gasps, Jungkook’s words sending unbearable shocks of arousal down to his pussy. It already aches so much, yearning for the sensations Jungkook’s thick cock is sure to bring when dragging against the slick yield of his tight walls. He knows his cunt would welcome him in easily, slick drooling down the alpha’s balls as an encouragement to keep pounding deep, breeding the omega so well. I

He’s leaking so much now, his omega howling happily at the idea of baring pups for the alpha. The thought of being ravished right here in the shop makes his hole clench hard, slick beginning to pour out in thick dollops, forming a little stream down his legs. In all of his twenty-six years of life, Jimin has never wanted to carry an alpha’s pups so fucking bad. And it’s showing—his panties soaked beyond belief, practically useless in every aspect of its purpose. It doesn’t even leave much to the alpha’s imagination, clinging to the chubby, slick vulva like a perfect mold. When he tries to close his legs, Jungkook pries them open with a single hand, moving it cup his soaking wet cunt through his panties.

“O-oh,” The blonde gasps, finally receiving a little bit of relieving pressure against his cunt. Jungkook caresses his slit teasingly through the panties, enjoying the way the omega was already writhing in his grasp. “Look at you,” he tsks, pressing the pad of his middle finger against Jimin’s clit. 

“Already a mess, and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“Alpha, please.” Jimin can’t muster any strength to retort the humiliation, his limbs already feeling weak at the taunting words falling from Jungkook’s cherry lips. He wants to kiss them, he wants to feel them against his skin again, kissing sloppily at his wet cunt. 

If the other wolves couldn’t smell them before, Jimin’s sure they can smell them now, the way the room has become completely clouded with their scents of arousal. Jimin can feel his scent glands burning, every touch and graze of Jungkook’s jaw against his skin igniting them. His omega is howling at him, filling his mind with the utmost desire to breed, to mate. He barely knows Jungkook, but this lust he feels is all too powerful to ignore. 

“Look at the mess you’re making,” Jungkook says, scooping up a dollop of the slick that’s begun to slide down his thighs. Bringing it to his mouth, he makes sure to suck loudly on his two fingers, emphasizing just how much he enjoys the omega’s flavor. A scarlet blush blooms on his face as he listens to the sounds the alpha makes, simultaneously embarrassed and proud that his alpha likes his scent. 

His alpha.

Jimin mentally discards the thought, brushing it off as a thought caught in the throes of passion. Jungkook is not his alpha.

“Are you gonna let me taste it better, baby? Can alpha eat this pretty little cunt out?” His cock is painfully swollen now, dribbling enough precome to dampen the front of his sweats. When Jimin feels the wetness brush against his skin, his eyes shoot open in realization.

Jungkook’s not wearing any underwear. 

“You really c-came to work with no underwear on? D-did you plan this, alpha?” He gasps out, pushing harder against the pulsing erection. Jungkook’s cock twitches hard in response.

“Would you believe me if I said I had no intentions before the appointment, Jimin?” 

He swallows. “I-I don’t know.”

“I really didn’t, I promise. I forgot to put my laundry in the dryer, so I had to come to work like this.” Jungkook sounds slightly embarrassed when he explains himself—a first since they’ve met.

“Okay, that sounds like you,” Jimin giggles, squirming away when Jungkook bites playfully at his ear.

“Now look at me, ruining my sweats because some pretty little omega couldn’t keep his slick in,” His fingertips slide from the crotch of his panties to the hem, pausing when he pinches the fabric between his forefinger and thumb. “The second I smelled this juicy little cunt, no, the second I saw you, I knew I needed to taste—the smell just made you all the more enticing.” Jimin doesn’t stop him, faintly nodding when Jungkook begins to slide his panties down.

The fabric peels from his pussy lips the same way melted hard candy does from its wrapper, messy, but still flavorful and delicious. 

“Oh, god,” Jimin whines, humiliated by the way his slick still tries to cling to his skin in little strings. Jungkook hums, seemingly more pleased by the sight of such a messy omega.

“So fucking messy, fuck ,” He growls, letting the panties slide down Jimin’s legs. It lands at his feet, a faint yet audible plopping sound resonating through the room from all the slick the thong had managed to collect.

“Now, I’m gonna lay down on the chair, okay? And you’re gonna sit on it, got it?” Jungkook’s already moving toward the chair before Jimin has a chance to respond, one hand guiding him to follow. In any other circumstance, maneuvering his way to ride someone’s face while on a slim chair would be quite awkward. But both of them are too caught up in the moment to care, especially when Jungkook wraps his arms under Jimin’s thighs to keep him in place. 

“God, you’ve got the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen,” Jungkook groans, pressing his nose up to the leaking mound. There’s a little tuft of hair in the shape of a landing strip that Jungkook lets his nose graze over, inhaling deeply. Jimin lets out a mortified squeal, unable to move out of the tight grip Jungkook has on his thighs. Even more so, it makes Jimin impossibly wetter, dripping onto Jungkook’s chin. The alpha groans, lapping up the slick like a starving man. “Smell so fucking good, so ripe for breeding,” He growls, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to the thick vulva hiding the hot moist center of Jimin’s pussy.

The omega can’t help but whine in response. 

“Please, ‘m so ripe for you, alpha.”

The brunette groans again, pulling Jimin impossibly closer, laving gently at his cunt. When Jimin lets out a hum of approval, his strokes become more confident, until he latches his mouth onto Jimin’s clit and sucks, hard . It catches the omega off guard, sending him into an intense shock of pleasure he wasn’t prepared for.

“Nngh, fuck ,” He whimpers, mouth dropping open as he grips onto the side of the chair to remain stable. “T-that feels so good.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook asks breathily, removing one of his hands so that he can thumb at the omega’s winking entrance, hot and drooling from the stimulation. 

Jimin wishes he’d chosen to face away from Jungkook because when he looks down, the alpha’s already gazing back up at him, eyes hooded but observant, like’s he’s studying the blonde’s reactions. Jimin blinks hard, then looks away. Maintaining eye contact with the alpha felt like such an obscene thing to do—more obscene than the situation they were in at that very moment.

Jungkook goes back to lapping between Jimin’s slick folds, using his thumb to pry them apart. When his tongue dips past the rim of his hole, prodding teasingly, Jimin shudders, letting out a pleased moan. His hips rock on their own accord, desperate to feel the alpha’s tongue slide even deeper inside of him. 

The walls of Jimin’s slick cunt feel like silk on Jungkook’s velvety tongue, encouraging him to push farther into the omega. If this is what Jimin felt like on his tongue, he could only imagine what the blonde felt like around his cock, those slippery soft walls fluttering around him as it clenched from every drag in and out. 

“ Ah…ah… J-Jungkook!” Jimin cries out, rutting his hips against the alpha’s face. Like his body has a mind of its own, he begins to bounce fervently, practically fucking himself onto Jungkook’s tongue. It feels so good, so intoxicating, and it only drives Jimin crazier as he loses himself in the unfurling pleasure. He’s trying his best to keep a consistent pace, brokenly moaning as Jungkook stares at the omega in awe, happy to bring such pleasure to the blonde. 

He licks inside, curling his tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and then sucks hard, making Jimin clutch the chair harder. His thighs shake, hips stuttering from the intensity of Jungkook’s tongue. He’s so worked up, so close to coming and at the rate Jungkook’s eating his pussy, he might come faster than an omega in heat.

“W-wait, fuck , gonna,” He pants out, unable to finish his sentence. Jungkook wraps both arms around his thighs again, pulling them down each time Jimin tries to move away from his tongue. Jungkook’s forcing him to fuck his tongue, barreling right through his orgasm whether he likes it or not. The room is full of whimpers and slick, clapping sounds as Jimin continues to ride, his fat little ass cheeks clapping against Jungkook’s chin with every hefty bounce. Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut for the first time, seemingly lost in the pleasure of pleasing his omega. The older male would blush at the thought of the alpha being happy to provide for him, but he’s already flushed red from his ears to his chest.

“God, you’re eating my pussy so well, fuck—just like that alpha, opening me up so good.” He hiccups, barely able to push out a  coherent sentence, but his words seem to fuel Jungkook’s determination to make him come. He laps like a starving dog at Jimin’s pussy, not once giving his hard, swollen clit a break. Jimin continues to buck his hips into the younger’s mouth, the pleasure becoming unbearable as both his and the alpha’s movements turn erratic and desperate. 

The aching lust that’s been flaring inside of Jimin has grown into uncontrollable flames, and he’s so close, so fucking close—

“J-just like that alpha, y-yes, so close, g-gonna—come— shit."

Jimin’s sent hurtling over the edge of his orgasm as Jungkook continues to fuck his tongue inside, drinking the new waves of slick that pour out of his sopping cunt. The omega bucks his hips wildly, body trembling and eyes rolling back when Jungkook mercilessly continues to sloppily eat his pussy, forcing him to ride his orgasm high until the very end.

“A-alpha, c-can’t s’ too much,” he sobs, tears staining his splotchy red cheeks.  Jungkook finally relents, letting the omega slide down until he’s seated in his lap. Both males are panting hard, staring at one another. Jimin plops his head down on the alpha’s chest, still very aware of the fat erection poking at his ass.

“Do you want to fuck me, Jungkook?” He asks, still breathing hard.

Jungkook brings a hand around the omega’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer. They’re both warm and kind of sweaty, but Jimin could care less. He likes the feeling of being close to Jungkook, their scents mingling together so well.

“I want to take you home. There’s no way I can properly pound into that pussy in this tiny ass chair.”

Jimin laughs, lightly smacking the alpha’s chest. “Maybe next time, don’t seduce omegas in your workspace,”

“There won’t be a next time for other omegas.” Jungkook’s voice is firm and certain when he speaks, his grip tightening on Jimin’s waist.

Jimin blinks hard. “Are you saying…”

“Just you, Jimin—if you’d like.”

Relief floods through the omega’s chest as he releases a huge sigh. “Thank fuck,” He gasps. “I thought I might’ve been the only one feeling this sort of pull.”

“No for real, like I’d never hook up with anyone like this—you make me act barbaric, Jimin.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, “It’s hyung now.”

“Oh shit, you’re older than me?” 

“Yeah, I’m twenty-six.” Jimin quirks an eyebrow.

“Damn. I was kind of hoping to be the hyung.” Jungkook says, sighing dramatically. Jimin sits up.

“You’ve got a hyung kink?”

“So what? You’ve got a breeding kink—unless you weren't lying, and actually want my pups.” Jimin flushes at the alpha’s words, making him turn to slide out of his lap. Jungkook grins, keeping him in place.

“I was considering having your pups, but I’ve changed my mind. Now you’re going to have to wait to have sex with me until we’re married.”

Jungkook guffaws, sitting up with Jimin. “I’m kind of hurt that you’re not letting me fuck and knot you today, but I’m also kind of happy that the prettiest omega I’ve ever seen has plans on marrying me.”

“Ew. Cornball.”

“You like it.”

“I don’t know. We’ll see after you take me on a date.” Jimin smiles charmingly, getting up to put his slide his sweat pants back on. He grimaces at the slop of cloth and slick on the floor, deciding that there’s no way he’s slipping those back on. 

“Can I keep those? For uh, sentimental purposes?” Jungkook asks, reaching to pull a ziploc bag from one of his drawers.

“You’re going to fuck it, aren’t you?” Jimin deadpans.

“Mm. S’gonna is the biggest orgasm of my life.” Jungkook smiles broadly, clearly proud of his response.

“Sure. But this solidifies you taking me on a date. I can’t lose a pair of panties, get my ass whooped by Yoongi-hyung, and be ghosted by you. I simply won’t allow that,” Jimin mutters, dropping the thong into the ziploc bag.”

Jungkook throws his head back and laughs heartily, his bunny-like teeth showing. Jimin nearly coos at the sight, but he manages to remain composed. 

“I promise I won’t ghost you—I’d be a complete idiot to do so.”

“You’re damn right about that.” He looks around the room, cringing again when he sees the small puddles of slick on the floor. 

“We should uh, probably clean this shit up. I don’t want you to get in trouble with Hoseok.”

“Oh I already know I’m in trouble—he knows that this appointment should’ve been over like an hour ago. He probably heard too, since you suck at being quiet.

“Well shit, it’s not my fault you sucked my soul out through my pussy.”

Jungkook chuckles, standing up. “And I’d do it again,” he whispers, cupping Jimin’s cheeks in his palms. When their lips meet in a chaste kiss, Jimin’s body relaxes, molding into Jungkook’s like they’ve done this a million times before. Jungkook’s lips are soft against his own, fitting like the perfect puzzle piece. He can taste himself on the alpha’s lips, but he doesn’t care. Kissing Jungkook feels good, it feels right.

He can’t help but giggle when they pull apart, unable to meet Jungkook’s eyes. 

“What?” The alpha asks curiously, smiling widely. Jimin shakes his head.

“This is so fucking backward. I can’t believe I rode your face before going on a date.”

Jungkook shrugs. “It doesn’t matter which order the dating process happens, as long as it happens.”

“Shit, I hope you’re right.”

Jungkook nods, looking around the room. “Yeah, let’s get this cleaned up now before the smell travels too far out into the rest of the parlor. I’m off after that, so how about we pick up some takeout and binge-watch movies at my place?”

“Are you asking me out on our first date?”

“Ah, you’ve figured me out,” Jungkook says dramatically, flinging a hand up to cover his forehead. “So, is it a yes?”

“Of course, alpha.”

They leave the parlor together after Jimin pays Jungkook the proper amount, despite the alpha’s protests. Hoseok says nothing—he just shakes his head, sucking his teeth disappointedly, but he lets them go unscathed. The harsh winter air blows against their faces as they stepped out into the street, but holding Jungkook’s hand makes Jimin feel even warmer.

“Damn,” Jungkook breathes, looking down to Jimin.

“What?”

“I kind of wanna tattoo my initials on your ass.” 

“Yeah, this date is canceled.” Jimin lets go of his hand, quickly walking to get ahead of Jungkook. He tries his best to hide the growing smile on his face by ducking his head. The alpha laughs, running to catch up to him. “Wait, baby, I was just playing!”