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December 2023: The first snow

First snows entail the start of a new journey for couples; true love, long lasting relationships. 

Just as the light flakes fall from the sky, they tether a string, a red line of fate, from person to person as they stand in the cold, wrapped in one another’s arms. Weightlessly falling into eyes, covering hair with a thin veil of white, it can signify a wish coming true as well. A yearning that settles in the arms of a lover. 

Jimin knows as soon as he looks up that his wish came true. 

Jungkook stares at the city of Seoul, unaware of the omega’s eyes on him as he takes in the beautiful sight of the city being painted in white. Jimin watches as the snowflakes attach to the alpha’s hair, landing on his lips and melting from the warmth of his skin. He looks ethereal against the dull gray skies. Like a painting Jimin wants to keep locked away in the gallery in his mind forever. His tan skin contrasts so beautifully with the white snow that Jimin isn’t sure any price of artwork could do justice to the real thing. 

The real thing that was all his.

“Jungkook.”

The alpha hums, tightening his hold around Jimin’s waist. Yet he doesn’t look down. Still mesmerized by the sight he’s watching from their balcony. 

“I’m so grateful I have you.” 

Those words gain his attention. Not that Jimin didn’t have it before, but now the alpha was looking at him with a confused gaze, leaning down just slightly as if he was trying to pick up a tainted scent from the omega over the mixing scents from the city below. 

“As I am for you,” Jungkook mumbles. His brows are knitted together and Jimin looks up, lifting his glove-covered hand to thumb away the creases. “What brought that thought along?”

Jimin shrugs, wrapping both arms around the alpha’s neck and hanging his arms down his back. “Just feeling extra sentimental today. And I needed to make sure you knew how much you meant to me.” 

Despite the cold and the snow covering their feet rapidly, they stay on the balcony, wrapped around each other, gazing into each other's eyes. Jungkook leans down, presses his cold lips against Jimin’s and whispers a “of course I know” against his lips. 

“I think it’s the snow,” Jimin says and he laughs at himself, lifting his chin to the sky and closing his eyes at the soft fall of the flakes against his skin. “First snow of the year and I finally get to spend it with you.” 

“We spent last years together—”

“You were in the office all day,” Jimin muses. He stands up straight, pulling Jungkook’s long coat open and fitting himself inside, smiling when the alpha wraps him tightly in the coat, right against his chest. “We spent the last twenty minutes of the snow together. It’s not the same as witnessing the start of the snow together.”

“Oh, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Aish. You’re such a brat.” 

“Maybe.” Jungkook kisses the top of his head, humming when Jimin nuzzles against his neck. “But no one is a bigger brat than Park Jimin.”

“ No one is a bigger brat than Park Jimin, ” Jimin mocks and Jungkook chuckles against his hair. “Really, you need to come up with something else. That phrase is getting old. Just like you.”

“Oh?” Jungkook rocks them from side to side, hands roaming all over Jimin’s back. “Getting too old for you now? You’re no spring chicken either, baby.”

“At least I’m not approaching thirty like you are next year.”

“You know, I was thinking about dyeing my hair silver—”

Jimin throws his head back in a loud laugh and slaps Jungkook’s chest. “Stop!”

“Maybe even taking out the lip piercing. Can’t go into the old folks home with that—”

“Do not—” Jimin surges forward, grabbing Jungkook’s face between both hands. He looks down at the piercing nestled in Jungkook’s lip, a recent addition to the beautiful artwork Jungkook has on his body, and then flicks his eyes back up to Jungkook’s, “do not take it out. I’ll leave you. Pack up my shit so quick. I bet Taehyung will let me have my old room back.”

“And you say I need to come up with new phrases. I'm pretty sure you threaten to move out at least fifty times a week.”

“How else will I keep an untrained alpha in line?”

“An untrained—” 

Jimin shrieks when he’s picked up off the ground, laughing and wrapping his legs around Jungkook’s waist, arms throwing themselves around his neck. He feels the world spinning as Jungkook whirls around towards the door, carrying him inside, back into the warmth of their apartment. 

He presses his nose into the alpha’s hair, suppressing a giggle as Jungkook grumbles against his shoulder. And then he’s unceremoniously dropped onto the couch, bouncing against the cushions while he laughs, slightly tangled in his coat that drapes around the pajamas he hastily threw on upon seeing the snow.

He’s high on happiness. 

“Untrained alpha my ass,” Jungkook grumbles as he stares down at him. He takes his own coat off, revealing the pajamas he wore to bed last night, the ones that Jimin bought him for Christmas last year . The matching set to the omega's own. 

“Oh that’s right,” Jimin grins cheekily. “I did train you. Pretty well, actually. Got you house broken the first day I stepped foot in this apartment to stay.”

The air is warm around them and it’s not just from the heat that runs away the nipping cold outside. But also from the happiness radiating off both the alpha and omega as they tumble to the floor together, the alpha tackling him from the couch, rolling over each other with screams of joy and giggles of bliss. 

When Jimin can no longer breathe, his chest heaving with laughter, he rolls on top of the alpha, resting on his hips and placing his hands on the broad chest in front of him as he catches his breath. He runs his hands up Jungkook's chest, up to his neck, letting a finger caress his scent gland before bringing it back down.  

“Got me wrapped around your finger,” Jungkook whispers. 

Jimin grins down at him. “Oh I know." He taps his chest. "Now, go make me some hot chocolate. Pronto.” 

“You little devil—”

Giggles escape him as he scrambles off the alpha’s lap, kicking away the hand that grasps at his ankle, and runs away to the bedroom, hiding away even though he knows the alpha won’t come after him. Jungkook was going to make the hot chocolate just like Jimin asked (demanded) even if he was acting grumpy about it. The alpha was addicted to the chocolate drink just as much as he was.

As he flops back on their bed, Jimin sighs into the silent bedroom, blissful smile on his face. It’s been like this for a while: living in a warm, happy bubble. Every day is a new adventure, especially living with someone like Jungkook. The alpha has a tendency to be very spontaneous. Jump up off the couch, declare they were going out somewhere or having a small date night inside the apartment. There was never a time that Jimin could just predict how their day would go. 

Unless Jungkook was stressed out about something. 

The first thing Jimin realized after living with Jungkook for so long is that when the alpha is stressed or nervous, he becomes anal about the cleanliness of the apartment.

Everything had to be spotless. No finger marks. No dishes in the sink after a meal. Their clothes can’t even lay on the floor for too long before he visibly starts getting upset, itching to jump up from the couch to go grab the clothes they shed before their hasty shower, having thrown them in the corner of the bathroom.

Usually these periods of stress cleaning came after hard weeks in the office or a big lead up to a new court case that required his full attention. But Jimin knew Jungkook’s schedule, he was always told when Jungkook would be absent around the apartment. 

It’s one of the things he loves about him so much. He cares for Jimin so much that he never leaves him to guess when he’s coming home. Even when he has so much going on at work. 

But today… today Jungkook let go of whatever has been bothering him the past few days and stayed home with Jimin. The predicted snow storm had closed the dance studio, Hoseok deciding it was a Friday after all and that everyone could use a three day weekend. 

Which Jimin was grateful for. He could sleep in. 

He was even more grateful when he woke up still sleeping soundly on Jungkook’s chest, who was sleepily running his fingers through his hair and told him he decided to stay home with him and forget work for the day. 

Jimin couldn’t complain. He loves having Jungkook home. But something was off. 

He could tell in the way the alpha brought the hot chocolates to the bedroom, hands carefully holding onto the mugs as any person would do, but his eyes rapidly flick over the room. As if searching for something to be out of place. For something to need his attention to fix it. 

Even now, as they lay in bed together, hot chocolates discarded on the side table, Jimin between Jungkook’s legs, a book in his hands and a movie softly playing in the background on the t.v, he can tell Jungkook is thinking about fixing something in the room. If the fidgeting with Jimin’s hair, frequent sighs, and glances towards their closet was anything to go by.

Jimin sighs, laying his book on his chest. “What is it?”

“Hmm?” Jungkook snaps his attention back to the t.v, trying to act nonchalant. “What do you mean?”

“We cleaned everything yesterday, babe. It’s your day off.” He moved so that he was lying on his stomach, chin propped on his crossed arms over Jungkook’s chest. “But I can practically hear you thinking about fixing something else.” He reaches a hand up, smoothing out the lines on Jungkook’s forehead. “What’s going on up there? Something bothering you at work? I thought you said you could afford to take a day off. You normally obsess over the apartment when you’re stressed…”

Jungkook sighs. Moving one of his arms from behind his head, he wraps it around Jimin’s back, rubbing soothing circles into his bare skin. "Since when did you figure me out so well?”

“Since I started seeing your mediocre face every day of my life.”

“Careful,” Jungkook muses, lifting a brow at Jimin’s grinning face. “We’re having a peaceful afternoon. Don’t start something you can’t finish…”

“Who said I can’t finish?” Jimin grins wickedly, thumbing over Jungkook’s lips, then pulls his hand away from the alpha’s face, tucking it back under his chin. “Seriously though, tell me what’s up.”

The alpha grabs the remote beside him and mutes the t.v. Jimin frowns, glancing at his face, wondering what could be bothering the alpha so much that he needed to get rid of distractions. It has Jimin worried. Could he have done something? Has he been too clingy today? This is how they usually are on their days off so he doesn’t see how that—

“My parents want to come over for dinner before the holidays.”

Jimin blinks. He looks at Jungkook, and then he nearly laughs. “Excuse me…what?”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at him, turning to look towards his window where the blinds were drawn back, letting the light wash over the room. “Look, I know it’s last minute with Christmas next week and all—”

“No.” Jimin does end up huffing out a laugh, readjusting on Jungkook’s torso. His hands pat his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. “No that's…that’s not why I’m laughing. I thought you were going to say something serious—”

“This is serious,” Jungkook cuts him off, an incredulous look on his face. His brows knit together and Jimin refrains from leaning up to press kisses to them.

“I know, baby,” he whispers. One hand rubs over the alpha’s chest, calming him. “It is serious, I agree. I just meant that I thought you were going to say something about us—our relationship. With the way you got quiet and turned off the t.v. I thought something was wrong.”

He can see the way the alpha deflates. His chest loses tension as he melts into the bed, into Jimin’s arms. An apologetic look washes over him and he mumbles out a “sorry” as he leans forward to press a kiss to Jimin’s forehead. He stays there, resting his lips against Jimin’s skin. And Jimin lets him. Leans into it with closed eyes, a small smile on his face.

“You’re perfect. Nothing could be wrong between us. You’re a brat sometimes—”

“Hey!”

“—But I love you just the same.”

Jimin shakes his head against Jungkook’s lips, tilting it back so that he can capture them in a sweet kiss. He smiles into it, caressing the alpha’s cheek with the back of his knuckles. He grips his chin, pulling away smiling, and then leans in and kisses his lips in three quick pecks. “I love you too.”

Lost in their own world, they forget about the pressing matter—not really pressing but in Jungkook’s eyes it is—of Jungkook’s parents. Instead, they immerse themselves into the small bubble they created in that moment. Kisses landing on lips, cheeks, necks. A stray hand caressing any part of the other that they could reach.

They get like that often on their break days. When neither of them have anywhere to be, they lay in each other’s company. Soaking up their time together before they have to go back to the real world.

Before they go too far, Jimin rolls over, onto the spot next to Jungkook, and scoots up. He puts his head on his chest, hand coming up to twist the fabric of his white shirt between his fingers. He looks up, catching Jungkook staring at him. “Okay…so your parents want to come over for dinner. Why is that bad?”

“It’s not bad,” Jungkook mumbles. “It’s just stressful. Especially since I know they are going to smother us with questions about when we are going to mate, when we will have pups, when I’m going to buy us a house and move from the middle of the city.”

Jimin hums. He’s used to hearing all of these questions. Since he moved in with Jungkook everyone around them assumed they were ready to mate. His own parents even told them they would pay for a ceremony, even though they never speak to Jimin nor Jungkook. 

And really, they’ve only been together for two years (one year and six months if you’re really counting…which Jimin is). So mating right now isn’t on their radar. 

Plus, Jimin would rather mate Jungkook without the theatrics of everything.

“They’ve done that to us before,” Jimin starts. “We just need to reiterate that it’s our decision and we will do everything when we are ready.”

Jungkook sighs, wrapping an arm around Jimin and hugging him tightly to his chest. Jimin goes willingly, smiling as his face is squished into the alpha’s chest. He gasps when Jungkook digs his fingers into his side, tickling him. “You’re right. And I know you’re right…I just can’t stand being asked that a million times every time we are all together. I will mate you one day.” 

Butterflies swim through Jimin’s stomach at the way Jungkook says that. Like he was making a promise.

“And I will mate you one day,” Jimin says softly. "But that’s for us to decide. No one else. Okay?”

He reaches up, pulling Jungkook’s lip from his teeth, rubbing over it with his thumb. Jungkook sighs, nodding into Jimin’s hand. “Okay.” 

***

Usually the times when Jungkook takes a nap is when Jimin finds himself the most creative. Maybe it’s the lack of stimulation from his boyfriend that gets his brain to go into overdrive and find something to occupy his time. Or maybe it's because without Jungkook the apartment goes silent. 

And Jimin hates silence. 

But he loves finding new things to do. Whether it's trying a new hobby—like crocheting, he loves to crochet lately—or reading a new book he bought from the store he discovered down the street, he always finds something to occupy his mind and give his restless hands something to do. 

Today, however, he decides he will become a baker. 

And a damn good one at that. 

“Okay,” he mumbles to himself. The recipe is lit up on Jungkook’s ipad, propped against the countertop. The ingredients he snuck out to get once Jungkook finally fell asleep—which took a while since the alpha can only fall asleep when laying on Jimin’s stomach, the omega’s hand in his hair—are scattered all across the counter. He didn’t spare a single dime when it came to getting ingredients. Holiday cookies were serious business. 

“Did I get the…” he rifles through the ingredients he had hastily thrown down and makes an “aha” sound when he finds the cookie cutters shaped like Christmas trees and snowmen. “This is going to be so cute.” 

He pulls bowls from the cabinets, nearly crawling on top of the counter to reach them. For some reason, Jungkook thought it was funny to put the dishes on the highest shelf when it was his turn to unload the dishwasher, making it harder for Jimin when he decided to spontaneously try his hand at cooking. Jungkook was the only one that normally cooked around the apartment since Jimin was almost positive he would burn the apartment down. That, or make charcoal for dinner. 

But he is determined to make these cookies. Especially with Jungkook’s family wanting to come over this weekend. 

It is going great. He has the wet ingredients mixed up, eggs whisked, butter melted. He is feeling like a true baker, wearing Jungkook’s sweater that came down to mid thigh and a cute apron he made Jungkook buy him a couple months ago. It says “sweet treat” on it and Jimin begged for it to come home with them from the store. His argument was that he is the sweet treat.

And maybe he promised to wear it around sometimes—only that.

“Well what do we have here?”

Remember when he said everything was going great? Well, the sudden voice of his boyfriend caused him to jump, making the flour that was in the measuring cup in his hands fly everywhere. All over his apron and puffing up into his face. 

He can’t even be mad about the mess on the counter, that can easily be cleaned. But his apron…

“Jungkook!” 

The alpha stops in his tracks and looks at him, wide eyed like a doe caught in headlights. But with one look at Jimin, who has flour in his recently washed hair and all over his face, he bursts into laughter. 

Jimin gasps at his boyfriend, pouting and stomping his feet as he cries “it’s not funny” over and over again. 

He has flour in his nose. Gross. 

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook gasps. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

He rounds the counter, entering the kitchen with a sly smile and an amused look sitting snug on his face. Jimin is  still glaring at him as he reaches for a towel and wets it, coming up to Jimin who still stands in a pile of flour scattered on the floor. 

“You clearly saw I was concentrated and wanted to startle me.”

“But did I think you would throw flour everywhere?” Jungkook clicks his tongue. He grabs the measuring cup still hanging from the omega’s fingers and throws it onto the counter. “No, I didn’t.”

“That mess—“ Jimin points to the flour on the counter and floor. “Is yours to clean up.”

“Yes, sir.” Jungkook grins when Jimin rolls his eyes. He gently grabs the omega’s chin and begins wiping off his face, removing the flour from his eyes and helping him get it out of his nose before ruffling his hair to send the loose flour tumbling to the floor. 

“Is there a reason you are prancing around in just my sweater and an apron?”

Jimin gives the alpha a wink before turning back around, moving to the counter to continue baking and ignoring his boyfriend behind him. But he doesn’t make it long without Jungkook plastering himself against his back, arms wrapping around his waist, face going to the crook of his neck. 

“You’re trying to be a menace.” 

“I’m not trying to do anything except bake some cookies. You were asleep last time I checked.” Regardless of the hold on his waist, Jimin leans forward to knead the dough into a ball and then plop it on the counter to roll it out. “I just so happened to be warm and decided that the mood called for baking and wearing my favorite sweater.”

Jungkook’s cold hands move to his hips, under the sweater and land on his warmed skin, making him jump. 

The room starts to fill with alpha pheromones, overpowering the sweetness that radiates off the omega from the cookies he is baking. 

Jimin has to bite his lip to keep his sighs at bay as Jungkook runs his hand along his stomach. Clearly the alpha wants other things than to keep him company as he bakes. But he started this project, he was going to finish it. 

“You’re distracting me,” he mumbles. 

Jungkook nips at his neck, trailing kisses up to his ear. “Good. My plan is working then.”

Trying as best as he can to stay silent, Jimin reaches forward and grabs the cookie cutters. He lays the dough out flat and begins pressing the mold into it, placing the cut cookies on a baking sheet as he goes. 

Jungkook’s in his own little world, still hidden away in Jimin’s neck as the omega works. His mouth nips and sucks at the same spot on his skin to the point that Jimin can feel it getting red. Heat blossoms at the site of the abuse, traveling to his stomach and down to his thighs where he clampes them together at a particularly harsh nip. 

“Are you done yet?” Jungkook asks. 

“No.” 

The alpha hums in acknowledgment, yet his hand leaves the safety of Jimin’s sweater, traveling down until it’s brushing over his boxers and down to the bare skin of his thigh. As soon as his fingers grip the skin, Jimin lets out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. 

Dammit, Jeon Jungkook.

“Are you sure?” His hand travels further, slipping to the insides of his thighs where he knows Jimin is the most sensitive. And where the omega has a healing bite from the last time Jungkook decided to rim him to the edge of his life. ( He swears he sees the light sometimes.)

Jimin’s nodding but he’s not really sure of himself as he does so. Still, he continues to cut out the cookies and place them on the sheet. 

“Who are these even for?” 

Jimin grips the countertop, dropping the cookie cutters when he’s cut out the last one. He closes his eyes, pushing back against Jungkook as he grits out “your parents.”

“Hmm,” Jungkook hums against his throat. His other hand moves up Jimin’s chest, finding a nipple and rolling it between his fingers just as the hand between Jimin’s thigh gets a better grip and digs into his flesh. “Look at you being a good omega. Baking cookies for a Christmas dinner.” 

Mewls leave Jimin’s lips as Jungkook’s hands continue to explore his skin, body falling back against the alpha’s chest with a particularly hard pinch to his nipples. The alpha’s lips find the skin of his neck, right beneath his ear, suckling a mark until it’s blooming red. When he pulls off, his lips find his ear and he whispers, “remember when Taehyung caught us in the hallway? Why don’t we recreate that?”

Jimin gasps. “Jungkook!”

“What is it, baby?” 

The omega has had enough. With the cookies safely on the baking sheet, he pushes off the counter, spinning around until he’s face to face with his boyfriend. The alpha wears a knowing smile on his lips and his eyes are blown, melting into a golden amber the longer he looks at Jimin. 

“You’re such a fucking tease,”Jimin whispers before pulling the alpha down by his neck and slotting their lips together. 

The alpha goes willingly, after all, this is what he wanted all along. He leans down until Jimin is bending backwards to keep up with him, his arms wrapping around plush thighs to pull them up and around his hips. He never breaks the kiss. Never lets his lips fall from Jimin’s and continuously sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, pulling whines from the omega as he does so. 

“You’re a dream in this sweater,” he growls into Jimin's mouth. “Thighs on display—god, how am I not supposed to want to take you here and now?” 

“It’s called—” Jimin gasps as he’s placed on the counter top, thighs coming into contact with cold granite. “Self restraint.” 

“That doesn’t exist around you.”

Moans tumble from his lips as Jungkook leans back and rips the apron from his body. He leaves the sweater on, but pushes it up so that his chest is on display, nipples hardening at being exposed to cool air. 

He doesn’t have any time to recover from the fast succession of events. Can only choke out another moan as wet lips wrap around his nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive bud. His hands find their way into the alpha’s hair, twisting the strands around his fingers as he throws his head back and moans. 

“Oh god…”

Jungkook hums, popping off one nipple and licking a stripe across his chest to the other one. He gives the same treatment to that nipple as he did the other, all while his hands hold up the sweater to Jimin’s shoulders. 

A few chants of Jungkook’s name and Jimin squeezing his legs around his waist gets the alpha to pull off, but he doesn’t go far. He’s grabbing Jimin again, pulling him to the edge of the counter top, hands gripping underneath his thighs, and then he’s searching for Jimin’s lips again. 

Jimin can feel the slick dripping from his hole. It’s wetting his boxers, just like the precum that comes from his painfully hard cock. The whole kitchen now smells like them, musky obsidian with the cooling tone of camomile flowing through. A low growl reverberates from the alpha’s chest as the scent of his slick hangs in the air. 

He takes it upon himself to lift off the counter, one hand gripping behind Jungkook’s back for leverage and the other digging into his shoulder as he pulls himself up, rolling his hips against the alpha’s. 

It isn’t the best position, but he’s working with what he has. 

And it seems Jungkook doesn’t mind. Moans tumble from his lips, curses following soon after. His hands go to Jimin’s hips to help guide him, ease the roll of his hips. 

They breathe into each other's mouths, neither wanting to back away from the other or even move an inch. Like this, Jimin can see every fleck of amber that takes over Jungkook’s eyes, smell his scent so strongly he becomes drunk on it. 

“Fuck, kook…” Jimin tugs him back towards him with a firm hand on his neck, leaning up to meet him halfway. Their lips connect and Jimin moans like he’s just tasted the sweetest, most delectable thing ever. 

And he has. Jungkook will always be that way. Addicting. A craving that he still has yet to extinguish. 

It’s Jimin who breaks the kiss and pushes Jungkook away from him, giving him a big enough gap to jump down from the counter and turn around, leaning his chest against the cool granite this time. Just as he moves his hips, presents to the alpha behind him, he hears a sharp intake of air. 

And then all of his senses are crowded. 

“So fucking beautiful,” Jungkook growls into his ear. “So gorgeous. And it’s all mine, right?” 

“Yes, Alpha,” Jimin breathes. 

He feels Jungkook grip his ass, hands smoothing over the skin before pulling the cheeks apart. Not that he could see anything, as Jimin’s spoiled boxers were still covering his hole from sight. But the action made the omega quiver and his knees buckle, chest falling completely onto the counter. 

“Jungkook,” Jimin whines. He pushes his hips back and his eyes nearly roll back at the feeling of Jungkook’s fingers slipping into his crack. “Get on with it.” 

“A bit of foreplay never hurt anyone.”

“A feral omega has.”

Jungkook pauses, leaning over Jimin's back to look at his face. “Are you saying you’re going to go feral if I don’t fuck you?” 

“Are you saying you want to wait and find out?” 

“Ooo, you’re feisty today,” Jungkook mumbles. With a smirk, he pulls back, looms over Jimin as he stays bent in half over the counter. He can feel the alpha’s breath on his neck, the little hairs there reacting to the sensation. When teeth graze the skin right behind his ear, Jimin whines, tilting his head to the side and giving the alpha room to lick up the milky skin.

Jimin grinds his hips back, pushing his ass into Jungkook’s hands and relishing in the way fingers dig into the flesh almost painfully. The cool marble of the counter does nothing to cool his skin that heats up at the touch of his boyfriend. 

Without warning, Jungkook prods two fingers against his hole, smearing the slick before sinking them in. 

Jimin’s jaw drops open with a silent cry at the intense feeling of Jungkook’s thick fingers sliding into him. 

“I always know how to silence you, huh?” Jungkook breathes the words into his neck before he bites down on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Jimin jerks at the feeling, moaning when the reaction causes Jungkook’s canines to protrude, sinking further into his skin and instilling a frenzy inside the omega. 

More. More, please. 

Jungkook crooks his fingers inside his hole, twisting until he is pushing against his prostate. Jimin cries as he hits it, launching his body higher onto the counter until just his toes are what are keeping him on the ground. His fingers claw against the marble, desperately trying to grab onto anything but failing. 

“Jungkook–” Jimin turns his head, seeking the alpha’s lips and finding them almost instantly. The alpha never denied him for too long. Not anymore. He couldn’t resist Jimin just as much as Jimin couldn’t resist him. “Jungkook– Alpha , please. Stop playing with me and fuck me.” 

Jungkook’s answer came in the form of a soft kiss pressed to his lips and his fingers leaving his hole. Jimin nearly protests, a whine building up in his chest, but the sound of Jungkook pulling his sweat pants down stills him. He turns his head, laying one cheek against the counter to get a glance of the alpha behind him. He catches Jungkook’s eye as the alpha pulls himself from his boxers, kicking both his pants and boxers across the floor as his hand tugs on his cock. 

Jimin’s mouth starts watering at the sight–toned, tanned legs and a thick cock standing behind him. 

He whimpers when Jungkook keeps stalling behind him. 

“Alpha…”

“I’m right here, baby.” Jungkook’s hands were back on his skin, legs stepping between his spread ones. His hands pull his cheeks apart and then–

“Oh god–” Jimin moans. 

Jungkook sank into him slowly, stretching him wide around his cock. All Jimin can do is gasp and whine as he pushes further. He can feel everything, every slight movement from the alpha in this position. So intense he can’t help but cry out as Jungkook stills his hips right against his ass.

It never lasts long with them anymore. They have grown so close and intimate over the last year that Jungkook knows exactly how to take Jimin apart, which buttons to push. And Jimin, in turn, knows everything there is to know about how to rile the alpha up so much that it’s almost impossible to be right at the edge the entire time.

Sometimes he misses the days they would drag out their sexual escapades and go at it for hours. But other times, like right now, he just wanted to come.

His leg is shifted to prop up against the counter, testing his limits as a dancer with how tight it pulls his muscles. Jimin whines, propping himself up on his elbows to try and alleviate some of the stretch, but he can’t deny how good it makes him feel.

To be stretched and filled in the most delicious way.

“Jungkook—” An immediate answer to his cry comes in the form of a sharp thrust of hips, hitting directly on his prostate. “I’m close, Alpha.”

Jungkook grunts, not able to give a verbal response. He pistons his hips into Jimin’s so fast that the omega is steadily moving up the counter, until his leg propped on the side is the only thing anchoring him.

“Always so good for me,” the alpha growls into his neck. He’s nipping and sucking at his skin, growing closer and closer to his scent gland. Jimin bares his neck for him, a silent plea of bitebitebite coursing through him.

And Jungkook does bite. Just not where the omega wants him to.

His teeth sink into Jimin’s shoulder just as the alpha comes inside him, hips riding out his orgasm and pressing right into the omega’s prostate. Just a second later, Jimin follows him over the edge, coming all over the kitchen cabinets.

***

“I told you it wasn’t going to be as bad as you thought it would be.”

“My mother asked around fifty questions. Thirty-five of which revolved around mating.”

“It definitely wasn’t fifty questions,” Jimin snorts. He leans his head back against Jungkook’s shoulder, the alpha’s chest pressed against his back as they crowd around the open door, seeing the alpha’s family off after the dinner they just had. “Maybe thirty, I’ll give you that one, but fifty? No, not a chance. You would barely let her talk when we were ice skating. Just kept skating away!”

Jimin lifts his hands and waves to Jungkook’s mother, who shoots them a smile just as the elevator door opens. Jungkook grunts behind him, mumbling something about not giving her a reason to come back and talk their ear off, but Jimin stomps on his foot and tells him to stop being rude.

When he catches Taehyung’s eyes as he ushers his parents in the elevator, the omega winks, smiles, and mouths for him to text him later.

“Alright. They’re gone!” Just as the elevator doors shut, the alpha yells the words and hastily grabs the door, pulling Jimin back by the waist so he can shut it and lock it.

Jimin yelps, stumbling over his feet, jostling a little while the alpha all but manhandles him away from the door. He nearly falls on the ground with how uncoordinated they both are in the cramped space of their hallway, but manages to throw himself back into Jungkook’s chest while the arm around his waist tightens.

“Would you let go of me? My legs barely work from skating for an hour!”

The alpha groans mockingly, moving forward while he is still wrapped around Jimin, his other arm now joining the one around his waist. Nearly all of his weight is on Jimin’s back, pushing him to take a few steps into the apartment.

All the while the alpha follows and never lets go.

They look like a pair of idiots waddling into their living room like that. Swaying back and forth as Jungkook takes wider steps than Jimin’s to avoid stepping on his feet. It causes Jimin to giggle and Jungkook to huff out a laugh when they nearly trip over the rug together. However, somehow, they made it safely to the couch where Jungkook spun them around and sat down, Jimin landing on his lap.

“That was a lot harder than it had to be,” Jimin says, running his hand up the back of Jungkook’s neck.

“But it was more fun than the normal way.”

“The normal way?” Jimin raises his eyebrows, settling into the alpha’s lap with his legs thrown sideways and back against the armrest of the couch. “You mean walking separately like regular people and then sitting down?”

“Exactly. That’s only for boring couples. We aren’t boring.” Jungkook smiles, proud of himself. It makes Jimin roll his eyes in fondness.

Even with Jungkook’s age of twenty-nine, he still acts like a pup sometimes. Jimin loves it though. He would take playful boyfriend Jungkook over stressed lawyer Jungkook any day. The alpha was a brick wall with the latter option.

“I mean,” Jungkook starts again, one hand resting on top of Jimin’s thigh and one snaking around his back. “We could never be boring, not with that nine foot Christmas tree with tinsel—”

“It’s ribbon!”

“—Hanging mistletoe everywhere. The blow up Santa that sits on our balcony that literally no one in Seoul can see. Oh, and let’s not forget about these bad boys.” Jungkook flicks the zipper of Jimin’s Christmas sweater, the red and white abstract pattern contrasting with Jungkook’s matching gray sweater. And then his hand lifts and flicks at the reindeer antlers on Jimin’s head and points to his own bunny ears that Jimin insisted he wear. “How could we ever be a boring couple?”

Jimin laughs with his entire body. Throwing himself against Jungkook’s chest, hands hanging off his shoulder as he sinks further down, folding his body in half as he does. He has tears in his eyes when he leans back into Jungkook, trying to situate himself with the help of the alpha’s hands anchoring him in place.

“Everything you listed,” Jimin laughs, “is a Christmas must ! You have to have all of those when it’s Christmas.”

“You don’t have to. But I tolerate it for you.”

They smile at each other, Jungkook leaning down to press a kiss to Jimin’s forehead. The omega leans into it with a content hum, nuzzling his nose at the alpha’s jaw. “Yeah? Only for me?”

“Only for you, baby.”

Somehow, Jimin manages to coax Jungkook into turning on Four Christmases on the t.v even though he despises Christmas movies. The only reason he was able to finesse the alpha into doing so was because Four Christmases “wasn’t a real Christmas movie” according to Jungkook, because it lacked the “pedophilic Santa Claus and was a comedy movie.”

Jimin didn’t understand his way of thinking but he shut up and enjoyed the movie. Even if he did grumble to himself about missing out on the opportunity to watch Elf. 

Throughout the entire month of December, Jimin has worked hard on getting Jungkook to agree to do festive things. The alpha wasn’t keen on decorating the apartment, even telling Jimin last year there would be absolutely no Christmas decorations at all. Jimin managed to sneak in a small wreath on the front door though, so anyone passing by would think the inside was just as festive.

But this year he begged Jungkook to let him decorate. It took him a week straight of begging, giving Jungkook the silent treatment, and then promising outlandish things to him if he would allow him to decorate just a little bit. When he finally got permission, he went a little overboard.

The alpha complained at first. But after a few days of Jimin refusing to take down his decorations, and buying more after Jungkook complained just to rile him up, Jungkook learned to stop talking.

“Baby, can I ask you a question?”

From where Jimin was sitting—on the other side of the couch, feet propped in Jungkook’s lap, and a thick blanket thrown over his body—he could perfectly see the loud thoughts stirring in Jungkook’s head. He could tell by the way his eyes glazed over as he looked at Jimin’s feet, subconsciously rubbing them to give his hands something to do.

“What is it?” The omega pushes his foot against Jungkook’s hand when he doesn’t respond. “Hmm?”

The alpha didn’t move for a few seconds and Jimin got growingly worried over what seemed to be taking up the alpha’s thoughts. So he tosses his blanket aside and crawls over to his boyfriend, snuggling up to his side to provide a bit of comfort.

“I’m just thinking about everything my mom said,” Jungkook starts. “And I wanted to know… When—when do you see us getting mated?”

A ton of bricks hit Jimin in the chest.

He blinks, moves to look at Jungkook, and then blinks again. “I—well, I don’t know. Whenever you are ready, I guess.”

“I’m ready.”

The world seems to stop for a solid minute. “You’re ready?” Jimin blinks again. He’s not sure he’s stopped blinking since Jungkook mentioned the topic. Constantly shutting his eyes to see if it was a dream.

“To mate, yes.”

“To mate…”

“Are you going to keep repeating everything I say?”

Jimin shakes his head, blinking away his surprise as he quickly moves to take Jungkook’s hands. His heart is beating rapidly in his chest, any faster and he might pass out. The news doesn’t bring fear or reluctance, hell, Jimin has been ready to mate Jungkook for months. But like he said the other day in bed, they would mate when they were both ready. And Jungkook seemed to be the one who needed a little more time.

Which was fine. Jimin could give him time. They were still young. What was the rush?

“I just,” Jimin lets out a breath, playing with Jungkook’s fingers. “I didn’t really expect you to say you were ready so soon.”

Jungkook stills. “So it’s still too soon?”

“No!” A fast zap of worry courses through him and leads Jimin to rise onto his knees, facing Jungkook so that he can cup his face and press a quick kiss to his lips. “Of course it is not too fast. We move at our own pace. And if you are ready then I am ready, baby. I would love to be your mate.”

It might be the emotions coursing through the alpha. Or maybe it’s the way Jimin looks at him with so much love and adoration. But either way, the alpha’s eyes tear up and he pulls Jimin against him, capturing his lips in a sweet but heated kiss.

“I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you.” Two quick pecks. “You have no idea how much I love you.”

Jimin takes the attack on his lips in stride, laughing against them when Jungkook can’t seem to back away, always diving in for more. His hands hold the alpha’s face in a gentle touch, fingers crawling up and raking into his hair. Jungkook brings up a hand to Jimin’s face, stroking his cheek with two fingers. But then those fingers slide down his neck, pressing into his scent gland.

Right where his mating mark would be.

The pressure sends him into a fit of chills, goosebumps rising on his body, all of his muscles going lax. He whimpers against Jungkook’s lips, already feeling his omega rise up to take over. When he pulls away to take a deep breath, Jungkook’s eyes are just as golden and Jimin assumes his own are as well.

The next set of events go by in a flurry of quick movements, ripping clothes, teeth biting at each other’s lips. Within the mess of limbs that they were, they made it to the bedroom, bare of their Christmas sweaters, and emotions laid bare for each other to see.

The alpha being on top of him sends the omega further into the headspace that allows his instincts to kick in. He arches against the soft sheets of their bed, pushing up until he is chest to chest with his alpha, bare skin connecting with a zap of electricity.

He stares into the amber eyes that scan his body, baring his neck when the alpha growls deep in his chest, positioning himself between his legs. Jimin willingly goes pliant against the bed, allowing the alpha to do whatever he wants to him, his omega calling to the other wolf with each whimper that pushes past his lips.

Both of their wolves take over. Creating a deeper connection between them as Jungkook slid into Jimin, eyes never leaving the omega that laid beneath him. Every sense was heightened between them, their scents spiking so much that both of them were drunk off each other.

Chamomile. Obsidian. They both floated into the air, weaving together to create a beautiful scent that only spiked as Jungkook picked up his hips.

He thrusts into Jimin’s hole, growling into his neck. The alpha leaves open mouth kisses along the skin, purposefully ignoring the patch that held his scent gland, right where he would bite his mating mark. The vigorous thrusts cause Jimin to moan, whine deep in his chest all the while he wraps his legs around Jungkook, pressing his heels into his back to take him further, take him deeper.

Jungkook’s alpha growls loudly into the air when the omega whimpers that he is close. The stimulation of his cock rubbing against Jungkook’s stomach due to the lack of space between them, and Jungkook thrusting into him, have him closer to the edge in a matter of minutes.

“Come, Omega,” Jungkook growls. “You’ll just come again on my knot.”

The words—so crude—make Jimin moan. His jaw drops, drool seeping from the corners of his mouth, but he clings to Jungkook tighter, moans getting higher in pitch. His head hangs from where his upper body is hovering above the bed, the strength of his pull on Jungkook’s shoulders causes his own shoulders to arch off the bed. When he does come, it’s with Jungkook’s name being screamed into the air and his fingers pulling the alpha’s neck down to his face.

Jungkook doesn’t stop after Jimin has come. He continues to pound into him, hips slapping against his ass, arms flexing over Jimin’s head as he keeps himself up. His head hangs down and he nudges Jimin’s forehead with his own. As Jimin pulls back, he takes in the sweat that rolls off the alpha’s skin, the veins that pop out in his arms and neck, the heavy breaths that accompany the strong snap of his hips. The sight is beautiful, something that has Jimin breathless and working up again.

“Jungkook.” Jimin takes the alpha’s face into his hands and turns it to him until he’s looking into those golden eyes. He runs a thumb across his lips, leaning up to press a kiss over them. “I love you so much. My mate. ”

Knowing exactly what those words would do to Jungkook, he pulls him closer, moaning at the stretch of the base of the alpha’s growing cock, and bares his neck.Jungkook licks a stripe up his neck.

“My mate,” Jungkook says as he noses at his scent gland.

“My mate, my mate, my mate,” Jimin chants when Jungkook’s knot grows bigger, slipping into his hole and locking them in place.

“My mate,” Jungkook whispers once more before sinking his teeth into Jimin’s neck, right over his scent gland.

It’s euphoric. The burn of the bite, the feeling of being locked on his alpha’s knot. He comes as Jungkook’s teeth sink further in, creating a bond between the two of them. A bond he can feel growing more intense every second. All he can smell is obsidian. All he can taste is obsidian. All he can feel is Jungkook.

My mate.

When Jimin gets to sink his own teeth into Jungkook’s neck, he’s sure he’s already blacked out at least once. The moment the bite is on the alpha’s neck the bond grows stronger, like electricity going from Jimin to Jungkook in a millisecond. He can feel what Jungkook feels. He can sense his alpha better than ever.

Looking up at the golden eyes above him feels like a dream. But he knows it’s not.

He reaches up and touches Jungkook’s face, cupping his cheeks and gazing into his eyes. “My mate.”