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Jeon’s Sanctuary.

The sign glows with a soft, inviting light, casting delicate shadows along the building. 

A gentle breeze rustles through the surrounding trees, adding to the peaceful atmosphere, with it— carrying a cacophony of different omega scents. Jimin can already feel a sense of calmness washing over him, although he can’t help but let out a shaky, nervous exhale as he adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder. 

Months have passed since he made the decision to run away, desperate for safety and security. During these months, he scoured the internet for shelters that welcome omegas with open arms, and Jeon’s Sanctuary stood out as the most popular one— a beacon of hope in a world that had been all too cruel to him. 

He takes a moment to admire the peaceful surroundings before he musters up the courage to enter.

He’s finally here. 

After months of careful planning in secrecy, months of anxiety and fear, he has arrived at the doorsteps of his new life.

He takes a deep breath, grounding himself in the present moment before taking a hesitant step forward. His hand hovers over the doorknob, momentarily paralyzed by apprehension.

As Jimin pushes open the heavy wooden door, it lets out a loud creak and a soft ringing bell that announces his arrival. The inside of the sanctuary reveals a warm and inviting interior, Jimin's eyes adjust to the dimness, taking in the cozy atmosphere. A soft glow of candle lights illuminates the space, casting shadows that dance across the walls. 

The scents are even stronger here, saturating the room with a thick, heady mix of vanilla, chamomile and another scent lingering beneath them, one he can’t quite place— it’s strong yet comforting and the scent wraps around him like a blanket, temporarily relieving his nerves.

Soft, ethereal music fills the room, its delicate notes dancing through the air and soothing his racing heart. The space is adorned with an abundance of lush green plants, their vibrant leaves spilling over shelves and hanging from the ceiling, adding a touch of playfulness to the atmosphere. A gentle breeze flows through the open windows, causing them to sway gently.

A petite woman with kind eyes appears, and greets him with a warm smile. “Hello and welcome to Jeon’s Sanctuary! How can I help you?”

Jimin returns her smile, feeling a wave of relief wash over him at the woman's welcoming demeanor. He clears his throat, trying to steady his voice before speaking.“M-my name is Jimin and I’m here seeking refuge,” he stammers out, the weight of his vulnerability heavy in the air. “I heard this place welcomes omegas like me.”

A gentle warmth fills the woman's eyes, her expression softening even further as she looks at Jimin. “You are safe here, Jimin,” she says softly, using his name with a sense of familiarity and empathy. “My name is Hana, and this sanctuary was created for omegas like yourself, who need a safe place to heal or find protection.”

Jimin's lips curl into a small smile, grateful for her words and the kindness in her tone. “I don't know how long I will stay,” he hesitates, unsure if he is allowed to ask such a thing. “I-is that okay?”

Hana's smile widens, radiating reassurance. “Of course!” she replies with genuine understanding. “You can stay as long as you need.” The walls of the sanctuary seem to wrap around them like a protective cocoon, offering safety and comfort from the outside world.

“Thank you.” Jimin whispers, his shoulders sagging in silent relief at not having to worry about his immediate future or having to keep looking over his shoulder. The weight of the omega’s worries slowly eases off his shoulders, already so incredibly grateful for the sanctuary and the kind souls who run it. 

Hana turns to retrieve a key from the wall behind her, the edges worn with use. She places it gently in Jimin’s trembling palm, the cool metal glinting in the warm light of the room. “This will be the key to your room.” Hana says. “If you follow me, I’ll show you your space.” 

As they walk, Hana explains the daily routines of the sanctuary— communal meals, shared chores, and support group sessions where the omegas can share their stories and heal together. Jimin listens intently, feeling a glimmer of hope growing within him.

Hana leads Jimin down a corridor adorned with paintings of serene landscapes and intricate tapestries hanging from the walls. The soft glow of lamps illuminates their path, casting a warm and comforting light around them.

Finally, they reach a wooden door at the end of the hallway, intricately carved with delicate floral patterns. Hana unlocks the door and pushes it open, revealing a cozy room with a large, plush bed covered in soft blankets and adorned with pillows of all sizes. 

“This will be your sanctuary.” Hana says, gesturing for Jimin to step inside. The bed in the middle of the room is surrounded by shelves filled with books and potted plants. The room exudes a sense of peace and safety that makes Jimin feel as if he can finally breathe. 

A sanctuary within the sanctuary.

“It's beautiful.” he murmurs, his eyes tracing over every thoughtful detail of the room. Never had he thought that he would find such stillness amidst his turmoil.

Hana smiles at his reaction, her heart swelling with satisfaction. “I hope you’ll like it here.”

“I’m sure I will.” Jimin nods, his eyes brimming with unshed tears of gratitude. “Thank you so much.”

Hana smiles warmly, her eyes reflecting understanding and compassion. “Rest up, Jimin. You're safe here and it’s your room for as long as you need.” She says kindly, “If you need more blankets or pillows for your nest, don't hesitate to ask. Don’t be scared to use the kitchen either!” Hana reassures him before quietly leaving the room, closing the door behind her. 

Alone in his sanctuary, Jimin allows himself to fully absorb the peace and tranquility that surrounds him. He runs a hand over the soft blankets on the bed, feeling their comforting texture beneath his fingertips. 

Jimin can’t believe it as he takes a deep breath in his room; the only scent lingering being his own. For years, he has scrubbed tirelessly at his skin to rid himself of the lingering scent of that one person who left him shattered. 

But now, as he breathes in deeply, there is only the familiar scent of himself. Finally, the other one is all gone.

As he settles into the cozy room, Jimin feels a sense of calmness wash over him. The weight of fear and uncertainty that has been pressing down on his shoulders for so long, now beginning to lift, instead replaced by a glimmer of hope for the future.

He lies down on the plush bed, letting out a sigh of relief as he closes his eyes. For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Jimin allows himself to relax into a deep, peaceful slumber.

The events of the day drifts away as his mind finally finds respite from the constant worries that have plagued him for years.

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“Take me deeper.” the man demands, pushing Jimin's head down with increasing force until his nose is pressed against his pubic hair. 

Jimin feels a familiar sensation of nausea rise in his stomach, but he knows better than to fight back. He taps his hands frantically against the other's thighs, trying to signal for him to stop.

But the man pays no attention to it, only continuing to push Jimin further into him. 

The need for air becomes overwhelming as Jimin's vision starts to blur and his hands begin to shake. He taps harder and faster, desperate for relief. 

Finally, the man grabs hold of Jimin's hair and pulls back forcefully, causing strands to rip from his scalp.

But as soon as Jimin is released, he vomits onto the floor.

“What the fuck!? Are you fucking stupid!?” The man screams, grabbing hold of Jimin's hair once again and forcing him to look into his enraged eyes. 

Tears stream down Jimin's cheeks, mixing with snot and saliva. But the man's eyes are only filled with rage and disgust, making Jimin feel small and helpless under his gaze.

The alpha’s scent is nauseating, like rotting fruit with the bitter edge of stale alcohol. It makes Jimin's stomach churn once more and his head to spin. 

He doesn’t let go of Jimin's hair, instead his grip tightens, knuckles white and straining. The sharp pain is a searing hot line that runs from Jimin's scalp to the back of his eyes, the pressure making it hard to see straight.

“I-I'm sorry—,” Jimin chokes out, words stuttered and broken between sobs. But they fall on deaf ears, cascading down into a void where sympathy has never existed. 

“Yeah, you fucking will be. ” the man growls, his voice a rough rasp against the suffocating silence that has fallen over them. He releases Jimin’s hair abruptly, making him fall to the floor with a whimper, clutching at his head as he curls up on the cold surface.

The man stands over him, a looming shadow cast by the single dim light in the corner of the room. 

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Beading sweat clings to his forehead and drips down his neck, soaking the fabric of his clothes. His chest rises and falls rapidly as if he has just completed a gruelling marathon.

The once serene room is now filled with the sound of his laboured breathing and the pounding of his heart, drowning out all other noises.

Frantically, his eyes dart around the room, trying to orient himself and make sense of his surroundings. The comforting sight of familiar shelves filled with books and potted plants greets him, reminding him that he is safe in this place.

Safe. He repeats the word like a mantra, willing himself to believe it. He’s safe here.

Shaking off the lingering dread from his dream, Jimin pads across the room to the window. He peers outside, apprehension lacing his features as he scans the peaceful night scenery. Despite the calmness of the night, he can't shake off the gnawing worry in his gut.

His hand shakes as he reaches up to pull the curtain tighter over the pane, blocking out the moonlight that seems too harsh, too invasive. He can feel the man's presence even from behind his eyelids. 

Jimin's throat constricts as he swallows, his fingers shaking as they press into the clammy palms of his hands. His breath comes out in tremulous gasps, a stark contrast to the tranquility of the room. 

He needs to forget. He can't let the man occupy his thoughts, not when he has already escaped his clutches in reality. The memories, however, are like relentless specters, refusing to be banished from his mind. 

His knees buckle under the weight of his fear, and he crumbles onto an old reading chair next to the window. The worn fabric feels harsh but comforting against his skin. He wraps himself into a ball, his gaze drilling into the fabric of the chair.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there. The room is silent except for the grandfather clock rhythmically ticking away each second in a corner. As he glances at the clock he realizes he fell asleep before having anything to eat, his stomach now growling in hunger. 

His body is craving food to heal and his mind needs a distraction from the haunting memories. Knowing it's late, he hesitates before ultimately deciding to leave the safety of his room in search of something to eat. With a soft sigh, he makes his way towards the door, determined to find some relief from the darkness plaguing him.

The corridor outside the room is quiet, its peaceful ambiance replacing the harsh echoes of the nightmare he had just woken from. He finds the kitchen easy enough, at the end of another corridor, bathed in soft moonlight that filters in through two large windows.

The kitchen is spacious and warm, with wooden cabinets filled with food and utensils, a big stove, and a long table where residents can eat together.

Feeling a stab of unfamiliarity amid this comfortable setting, Jimin tentatively moves towards one of the cabinets. He opens it, revealing neatly stacked canned goods and boxed meals. After a moment of hesitation, he selects a can of soup, reading the instructions on the back label with intense concentration.

In the silent kitchen, the soft clatter of utensils and the hum of the stove provides a soothing rhythm to his movements. He pours the contents of the can into a pot, stirring it gently as it heats up. The aroma of cooked tomatoes and basil wafts into the air, making his stomach growl even louder in anticipation.

As he waits for his meal to heat up, Jimin leans against the counter, gazing out of the window at the peaceful night scene that unfolds before him. The sanctuary is bathed in moonlight, casting it in an ethereal glow that radiates calmness. 

It is almost hard to believe that such a peaceful place can exist amidst all the turmoil he has escaped from.

“Oh, hello.”

A voice, deep and gentle, breaks the silence from behind him, making Jimin's heart leap into his throat. He whirls around to face a man standing in the doorway of the kitchen. 

Taking in Jimin's startled expression, the man holds up his hands in a pacifying gesture. “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” he says softly with a gentle smile, stepping further into the kitchen. “I just came in for a glass of water.”

It’s an alpha, is Jimin’s first thought. His initial instinct is to be scared, alarm bells ringing in his head. His mind immediately conjures up images of danger and violence.

But there is something about the man that soothes Jimin's initial fear, though the omega can't quite put his finger on what it is— it's as if a peaceful aura emanates from the alpha and washes over Jimin like a gentle wave that drowns out his fears.

The man is tall with a lean build and dark hair that falls in waves over his forehead. In the moonlight, Jimin can see a kindness in the man's eyes, which contrasts with his strong and imposing appearance.

“No, no, it's o-okay,” Jimin stammers out, feeling his cheeks burn with a deep blush. He quickly turns back to the stove, stirring his soup quietly, trying to compose himself and quell his heartbeat.

The man chuckles lightly and moves towards the fridge, pulling out a jug of water. “Did you move in today?” he asks as he pours himself a glass, making small talk.

Jimin nods, still feeling flustered. “Y-yes, I did.” He steals a glance over his shoulder to find the man watching him curiously from across the room, making him look away in embarrassment. The way the man's gaze feels on him is foreign, but not undesirable. It's gentle, interested, but also careful.

As the alpha walks past him, Jimin catches a whiff of his scent. It hits him like a wave, a heady mix of earthy vetiver and sweet lavender that immediately sends Jimin's senses into overdrive. The scent has a strange effect on him, it's grounding and comforting— easing the anxiety that gnaws at him from the inside.

The man takes a sip of his water before placing the glass down on the counter with a soft clink. He leans against the polished surface, his easy confidence evident in the way he carries himself. “Welcome then! I'm Jeon Jeongguk,” He introduces himself with a small wave. “And the owner of this place.”

The omega blinks, momentarily caught off guard by who is in front of him. “Ah—, wow, hi, n-nice to meet you. I’m Jimin.” he stutters out, finding it increasingly hard to keep his focus with the alpha's scent clouding his mind.

“Nice to meet you too, Jimin.” The alpha’s smile widens even further at Jimin's shy response. His eyes are warm and inviting, yet respectful, and it’s clear that despite the late hour, he is willing to offer companionship or space— whichever Jimin needs more. 

Feeling another wave of shyness wash over him, Jimin turns towards the stove again, carefully reaching out to turn it off, as his soup has finally reached its desired temperature. The rich, steamy aroma fills the room and wraps around them like a comforting embrace, adding an extra layer of warmth to the cozy surroundings.

Jimin can feel his heart beating faster as he nervously wrings his shirt in his hands, stealing another quick glance at the man standing beside him. For some inexplicable reason, he feels the urge to ask if the man wants to join him for some soup too, but his shyness holds him back.

Just as he's about to give up on the idea, it's Jeongguk who breaks the silence first. “How are you finding the place so far?” he asks, his voice gentle and curious.

“It's… peaceful.” Jimin responds quietly.

“That's good.” Jeongguk nods with a warm smile, his eyes soft and kind.

As he serves himself a portion of soup, Jimin musters up his courage and bravely asks, “W-would you like… some soup too?”

Jeongguk looks taken aback for a moment before a bright, genuine smile spreads across his face. “That's very kind of you,” he says with a nod. “I’d love to.”

Focusing on masking his embarrassment, Jimin quickly retrieves another bowl from the cupboard and ladles a generous serving of soup into it. As he turns around to place it in front of Jeongguk, the younger man has already pulled out a chair.

“Thank you so much, Jimin.” Jeongguk's voice is earnest as they start eating, the alpha taking a spoonful of soup. “This tastes really good.”

“I didn’t make it.” Jimin shrugs, feeling slightly embarrassed by his lack of culinary skills. “Just heated up the canned soup.”

But Jeongguk just laughs softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Doesn’t matter,” he reassures Jimin, “You heated it up. In my books, that counts just as much.” He takes another mouthful of soup, humming appreciatively as he swallows.

Jimin watches him, surprised by the forthrightness and the gentleness the other displays. His heart thumps in his chest and, for once; it wasn’t out of fear.

Jimin feels a light blush creep up his neck, tinting his cheeks with a rosy hue as he takes in the gratitude laced within Jeongguk's voice. It’s a foreign feeling to him, being on the receiving end of kindness, to be seen and appreciated in such a genuine way. He can't help but smile at the warmth that spreads through his chest like a gentle embrace.

The soft clink of spoons against bowls echoes through the cozy kitchen as Jimin and Jeongguk sits across from each other, enjoying their late night dinner. 

Jeongguk breaks the peaceful silence between them after a few minutes, turning to face Jimin with a playful glint in his eye. “So, Jimin,” he begins, “besides making amazing soups, what else do you like to do?” he winks mischievously.

Jimin pauses, his spoon suspended in mid-air. For the past three years, his sole focus has been on surviving the harsh realities of life. Any free time he had was spent recovering from physical and emotional wounds. 

A wave of uncertainty washes over him as he realizes that he doesn’t really know himself beyond his struggle to stay alive.

“I-I'm not sure,” he admits, meeting Jeongguk's eye across the table. “I haven't really thought about it.”

Understanding flickers in Jeongguk's eyes as he nods, not pushing Jimin any further on the matter. Sensing Jimin's discomfort, he changes the subject swiftly. “You know,” he begins after swallowing another spoonful, “this place has quite a lot of activities you can try out.”

“Really?” The omega asks, his interest piqued.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk replies warmly. “There's an art studio if you like painting or drawing, a library if you're into books. We also have a greenhouse for those who enjoy gardening and helping things grow. We have pottery, music making— literally anything you can think of, we can arrange.”

Jimin blinks in surprise, the thought of having so many options overwhelming him. He has spent so long in a state of constant alertness that the idea of unhurried activities seems like a distant dream to him. And as he looks into Jeongguk's gentle eyes, he can’t deny the small spark of interest that ignites within him.

“That’s—, that's a lot of activities.” He chuckles, curiosity laced in his tone as he continues, slightly hesitant. “Which one do… you like?”

The man brings his spoon to his lips as he considers Jimin’s question. “I suppose it depends on the day,” he admits. “But I'm particularly fond of the greenhouse. It feels really good to watch something grow under your care, you know? The plants are resilient. They keep growing, no matter what life throws at them.” 

The way the alpha’s eyes light up when talking about the plants paired with the warmth in his voice, is something that makes Jimin feel a twinge of envy. He wishes he could find something that would evoke the same passion in him.

“You must be very good at it then.” Jimin says, trying to keep his voice steady. 

Jeongguk chuckles. “I'm still learning,” he smiles. “But I enjoy it. It's therapeutic, especially on days when things are chaotic or overwhelming. The greenhouse is always there; it’s consistent.” His smile is soft, like the sunlight filtering through the leaves of a plant.

“I think—, I think I would like to try that.” Jimin's heart flutters in his chest as he speaks, his voice hesitant and uncertain. “The greenhouse, I mean.”

His heart pounds in his chest at the thought of trying something new, but there is also a different kind of excitement tingling at his fingertips. For the first time, he is going to do something because he wants to, not because someone forced him to.

The alpha's face lights up with delight, his eyes sparkling with warmth as he responds, “That's great!” The calming scent of the alpha’s pheromones enveloping Jimin once again easing his nerves. “I can show you around tomorrow if you want. It's really peaceful early in the morning, when it's just you and the plants.”

Jimin feels a rush of heat spread across his cheeks, nodding. “Y-yes, sure, I'd l-like that.” he stammers out.

Jeongguk gives him a big smile. “Great, then it’s a date.”

The word 'date' hangs in the air for a moment, casting an intimate hue across the room. Jimin blinks, taken aback. It was just a tour of the greenhouse, wasn't it? But then why did the word sound so significant, echoing in his ears amidst the silence?

“You—, uh—, I—,” Jimin begins, biting his lower lip nervously. He glances up at Jeongguk from beneath his lashes, but the alpha’s laugh interrupts him.

“Don't worry, I don’t mean an actual date.” He reassures him quickly, catching onto the omega’s hesitation. “Just a hangout at the greenhouse.”

Jimin feels himself relax as he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. A hint of relief washes over him, though a tiny piece of disappointment tugs at his heart too. He brushes it off and nods, finding comfort in Jeongguk’s gentle laughter and reassuring words. “Okay,” Jimin mumbles, a soft smile gracing his lips. “A hangout. I’m l-looking forward to it.”

“Good, it's settled then,” Jeongguk says, his voice filled with an infectious cheerfulness that makes Jimin’s heart flutter. “8 am. Don’t forget it.” Jeongguk points a finger at Jimin, his playful grin dancing in the soft lighting of the kitchen.

Jimin laughs, the sound strange and foreign to his own ears. He hasn’t had much reason to laugh these past years. Yet with Jeongguk, it seems as though he is finding reasons to smile again. 

“I wouldn't dare.” he replies, doing his best to match the alpha's light-hearted tone. His heart pounds in his chest, warmth blooming in his cheeks. He can’t remember the last time he felt this anticipation towards something so simple, yet so new. “I just hope I won’t accidentally kill one of your plants.”

Jeongguk laughs heartily, his laughter a soothing balm that fills the kitchen. “Don't worry about that. Plants are stronger than we give them credit for,” he reassures the omega, optimism gleaming in his eyes. “And even if one does wilt, you can always plant another seed and start again.”

The words strike a chord deep within Jimin. They resonate with his own turbulent past, echoing the journey he has taken to this sanctuary. He feels a strange sense of comfort at Jeongguk's words.

“Starting again... I like the sound of that.” Jimin murmurs, mostly to himself as he swirls the spoon around the remnants of his soup.

Jeongguk merely smiles at him across the table as he finishes his meal. An understanding silence blooming between them, each lost in their own thoughts and the promise of tomorrow.

“I usually hold support group sessions around 10 am, you’re welcome to join that one too.” His words hang in the air, offering an invitation. “You don’t have to talk or share anything if you’re not ready for it.” The alpha is quick to reassure Jimin, sensing his hesitation.

Jimin considers it for a moment, the idea of opening up to strangers is daunting, but he also recognises that this could be an important step in his recovery, to learn from others who have been through similar struggles.

“I-I'll think about it,” Jimin replies after a while, his gaze flitting between his soup and Jeongguk's comforting eyes. “Thank you.”

Jeongguk nods. He doesn’t press further, understanding that everyone has their own pace when dealing with wounds that aren’t physically visible. “I think we should wash the dishes and head to bed,” Jeongguk suggests gently, as he looks out the window. “It’s getting late and the plants with their morning dew are a sight you don’t want to miss.” a small smile tugs at the corners of Jeongguk's lips as he begins to stand from his chair.

Jimin follows Jeongguk’s gaze, finding the moon high in the sky, casting a silver glow that paints the world in a magic light. He feels a sense of peace as he takes in the tranquil scene before him.

He feels thankful for this place, thankful that a safe haven like this one exists, where people can heal and grow— much like the growing plants in Jeongguk's cherished greenhouse.

“Yes, that’s probably a good idea.” he responds, pushing back his chair and standing up. He can't help but feel a hint of excitement for what tomorrow may hold.

“The soup was really good, Jimin. Thanks again.”

Jimin flushes under Jeongguk's appreciative gaze, feeling an unfamiliar but not entirely unwelcome sensation blossom within him. “I'm glad you liked it.” he murmurs shyly, his eyes downcast as he collects their dishes.

The silence between them is not the awkward kind that hangs heavily in the air, but rather a comfortable lull that wraps around them like a warm embrace. Jeongguk doesn't push or prod, instead giving Jimin the space and time to exist at his own pace.

As they work together to clear away the dishes, their hands brush against each other in a subtle dance of touch and retreat. The warmth of Jeongguk's hand against his skin sends a shiver down Jimin's spine, the alpha's touch is both gentle and comforting, and Jimin can’t help but feel a sense of familiarity with the other, even though it is their first time meeting.

Jeongguk notices Jimin's shy reaction and quickly withdraws his hand with an apologetic smile on his face. “I’m sorry.” he says softly. 

“No, it's okay.” Jimin hastily replies, his cheeks colouring a shade darker. He forces a smile onto his face before turning to the kitchen sink, immersing the dishes into the warm soapy water.

Jeongguk, sensing the tense atmosphere, follows him. “Need any help?” he offers. His tone is soft, attempting to ease off whatever embarrassment Jimin is feeling.

Jimin looks at him momentarily, eyes glazed in surprise before he nods his head in silent agreement. Jeongguk moves closer, picking up a dish cloth and taking a plate from the pile. The quiet rhythm of washing and drying dishes fills the room.

As they work side by side, the moonlight filtering through the window graces their forms, casting long shadows on the floor. The scene is almost poetic; two strangers in harmony under the ethereal glow of the night sky.

In the gentle glow, Jimin notices every little detail of Jeongguk's face— the slight downturn of his nose, the soft curve of his lips. The alpha is breathtakingly beautiful. The moonlight glimmering through the kitchen window casts a silvery veil over Jeongguk's features. 

His sharp cheekbones are accentuated by the shadows, his jawline chiseled and defined and Jimin can’t help but stare in awe at how ethereal he looks in this soft light, like a celestial being brought down to earth.

Wordlessly, they finish the clean-up and when everything is neatly put back in place, Jimin turns towards Jeongguk and gives him a shy, appreciative smile. “Thank you for the company and the help,” his gaze drops to his hands. “See you in the morning, then?” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I should be the one thanking you,” he replies in the same hushed tone. “We’ll see each other tomorrow.” Jeongguk smiles with his ever-present warmth.

They both stand there for a moment, caught in a soft silence that is only interrupted by the rhythmic ticking of the kitchen clock. Almost as if neither of them wants to break the gentle connection they have.

“Sweet dreams, Jimin.” Jeongguk whispers, his voice like a delicate melody.

With a lingering glance and a shy ‘You too,’ Jimin turns on his heels and walks towards his room. His heart beating against his ribs in a steady rhythm, nearly matching the ticking of the clock.

As he closes the door behind himself, he takes a moment to absorb the solitude of his room, contrasting with the warmth and liveliness of the kitchen where he left Jeongguk. 

His bed sheets are tangled and disheveled from where he had fallen asleep and awoken from the nightmare. Sinking down onto the edge of his bed, he runs his fingers over the rumpled blankets, tracing the patterns as his mind retraces their conversation in the kitchen. 

He can’t help but replay Jeongguk's words in his head, the comforting rhythm of his laughter echoing in his ears. In only an hour and a half, Jeongguk had effortlessly woven a cocoon of reassurance and calmness around him, making him believe in the promise of a new beginning.

He showers before changing into his pajamas and crawling beneath the blankets, the mattress cradles him with familiar warmth while he tucks his hands underneath his chin. He can smell a faint scent of Jeongguk’s comforting scent lingering on his skin. 

He lets out a sigh, a mixture of contentment and fatigue as he closes his eyes.

Sleep comes more easily than it has for years. It envelopes him gently, pulling him down into the depths of tranquil dreams where his past doesn’t haunt him and his future doesn’t seem so daunting.

Instead, he dreams of greenhouses filled with flourishing plants, of laughter echoing through a warm kitchen, and of a soft smile that holds promises of new beginnings.

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Jimin stirs, shaking off the last remnants of sleep that cling to his body like cobwebs. He slowly rises from bed, shedding his comfortable pajamas and exchanging them for a pair of well-worn jeans and a soft cashmere sweater. 

Before leaving the room, he takes a moment to look at himself in the small mirror above the sink. The harsh light reveals puffy eyes and a swollen face, evidence of the deep sleep he just emerged from. 

His ex used to remind him every morning of how ugly he looked, those hurtful words now resurfacing in Jimin's mind. He can almost feel their sting as his fingers brush against his still-sleepy cheeks while examining his reflection. 

A heavy sigh escapes his lips as he meets his own gaze in the mirror, wondering if perhaps his ex was right all along. His reflection seems to taunt him with his own insecurities, mirroring his self-doubt back at him.

Shaking off the never-ending loop of his ex's negativity that threatens to dampen his day, he turns away from the mirror and walks towards the kitchen in search of breakfast.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasting bread wafts towards him, making his stomach growl. He follows the enticing scent, finding faces he hasn’t seen before, already in the kitchen. 

There are omegas, all sitting around the wooden table, engaged in light-hearted conversation. It makes him stop his steps, feeling too shy and insecure to meet that many new people all at once.

Jimin hesitates at the doorway, watching the strangers from afar. There is a warmth radiating from them, a joyous glow that seems to fill the entire room. The sight is both comforting and terrifying. 

He wants nothing more than to join them, to join in their laughter and be part of their world, but his insecurities holds him back. His ex's words echoes in his mind, filling him with self-doubt. 

Maybe he should just skip out on breakfast today. 

But the tantalizing scent of the morning meal is stronger now, curling about his nostrils, trying to persuade him otherwise and making his stomach give a grumble of protest. He presses a hand against it in a vain attempt at quieting the noise but one of the omegas at the table hears it, catching his gaze.

It’s a man with wavy hair that frames his face like a sunflower and eyes as warm as honey, all tender and inviting. The man smiles, raising a hand in greeting, “Hi! We were just about to dig in. Come join us!”

Jimin freezes, torn between the desire to flee back to his room or to accept the omega’s warm invitation. He must have looked like a deer caught in headlights as the others have also now turned their attention to him.

“O-okay.” he stutters out, nodding. His voice barely audible, his throat dry with anxiety. His heart pounds in his chest as he takes shy steps towards them, each footfall echoing in his mind like a drumbeat. Even though they all wear soft smiles and welcoming looks.

The man with the honey-eyes chuckles warmly, standing to make space for him at the table. He gestures towards an empty seat near him. “Please, take a seat.”

Jimin hesitates for a brief moment before slowly moving towards the indicated spot. The chair is warm when he sits down and his eyes darts around nervously as he meets the gazes of those sitting around him. 

“We always have breakfast together,” the one who looks like a sunflower says. “I’m Hoseok!” he presents himself as.

Jimin nods, and then, after a brief pause, manages to stutter out his own name. “J-Jimin.” His gaze moves from face to face as each person at the table introduces themselves. The warmth in their smiles allays some of his fears.

“Nice to meet you, Jimin!” Hoseok’s cheeriness is contagious. His smile is as bright as the morning sun filtering in through the room's windows, warming everything it touches. 

A woman with a pixie cut reaches across the table, passing Jimin a plate stacked with fluffy pancakes. “You must be starving,” she says, her voice soft. “Dig in.”

Jimin’s nervousness seems to ebb away just a bit under their warm attention. He looks down at the plate, at the golden-brown pancakes dripping with amber syrup and a dollop of butter melting over it.

Swallowing his anxiety, he takes the fork offered by another omega— a tall man with raven-black hair and twinkling eyes, who presents himself as Taehyung.

“Thank you,” Jimin finds himself saying, his voice steadier this time around. He takes a tentative bite, the sweetness of the syrup bursting on his tongue, it tastes delicious and he can’t help but let out a small sound of appreciation. 

“Do you have anything planned for today?” Taehyung asks him, his voice smooth. His dark eyes sparkle with a kindness that makes Jimin feel important, like he matters. 

Jimin swallows another bite of pancake before nodding his head. “I do,” he replies, licking some stray syrup off his lips. “I was going to meet Jeongguk at the greenhouse.”

“The greenhouse?” Hoseok laughs. “I hope he warned you about his little... obsession.”

Jimin blinks, his fork halfway to his mouth. “O-obsession?”

Hoseok chuckles before he wipes his mouth with a napkin and tucks it neatly onto his lap. “Oh yes, Jeongguk adores plants more than anyone I've ever met.”

Taehyung nods in agreement, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his tousled black hair. “That’s putting it mildly,” he says. “He's a sweetheart, but his love for plants borders on the insane. He talks to them, you know.”

Jimin's gaze widens a little in surprise at this revelation. "Talks to them?" he echoes again, amusement in his tone. 

Hoseok nods vigorously, laughter dancing in his eyes. “Oh yeah. Full-blown conversations. If you didn't know him, you'd think he lost his mind. But it's just Jeongguk being Jeongguk.”

Taehyung chuckles quietly, his eyes softening even more if that’s even possible. “It might sound odd, but it's really endearing once you get used to it. Makes the greenhouse visits a lot more interesting.”

Jimin smiles at the image in his mind— gentle, alpha Jeongguk with soil under his nails and a content smile on his face, surrounded by a world of greenery as he walks around talking to the flowers. He finds himself looking forward to the visit even more now. “That does sound charming.” Jimin agrees.

“That's definitely one way to put it.” Hoseok says, his smile widening. He turns to Taehyung, amused. “Remember when he brought that giant venus flytrap?”

Taehyung chuckles, fond remembrance in his eyes. “I do. We all thought it was going to eat us in our sleep.”

Jimin can't help but laugh at this, the sound echoed by the others at the table. The mood is light and easy, breakfast continuing on with more stories about Jeongguk's plant obsession, it's a glimpse into a world Jimin is eager to be a part of.

Not long after, Jeongguk appears in the doorway— wearing eyes that glitters with a mischievous spark and sharp features that are softened by a playful smirk. His confident posture exudes an air of ease and comfort. 

The alpha’s gaze lands on Jimin, who can’t help but feel a flutter of nervousness at seeing the alpha again. But Jeongguk's lopsided grin breaks through his anxiety, making it impossible not to relax in his presence.

“Ah, perfect!” Jeongguk's voice rings out, smooth and velvety like the warm syrup that was just dripping from his spoon. Jimin's ears perk up at the sound, drawn in by its soothing melody. “You're already here!” The alpha exclaims, his eyes lighting up with delight as he takes in Jimin's presence. “I was just about to come get you.”

Jimin's senses are immediately drawn to the alpha's scent once again, a tantalizing blend of warm vetiver and soothing lavender that surrounds him like a familiar hug. Every time he catches a hint of it, he feels himself being pulled in deeper, his body responding instinctively to its alluring aroma. It's as if the very air around him is filled with the alpha's essence, tempting him closer and closer.

The rest of the table watches with amused smiles as Jeongguk strides over to them. His dark hair falls in unruly waves over his forehead, and his piercing gaze sweeps over each person sitting there.

“How are all my favorite omegas doing today?” he greets them, a playful glint in his eyes. “Jiah,” he turns to the girl sitting at the end of the table, “you have piano lessons today, don't you?” He speaks with familiarity, as if he knows each person's schedule by heart.

Jiah, a petite figure with blonde hair tied up in a neat bun, nods at Jeongguk's words. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as the corners of her lips pull upward in a small smile. “Yes, Jeongguk-oppa” she says, her voice soft yet full of emotion. “I’m practicing a new piece. You'll come and listen, won't you?”

Jeongguk's grin widens, and he nods enthusiastically. “Of course, I wouldn't miss it.” he assures her, his eyes sincere as he leans over the table to ruffle Jiah's hair affectionately. The girl's face lights up at his words, causing him to chuckle. “Jinwoo, how about you?” Jeongguk turns to the boy next to Jiah.

Jinwoo is quiet and reserved with soft features dressed in an oversized sweater, his thick glasses perched precariously on his nose. “I have pottery class today.” he answers.

“Ah, I can’t wait to see what you’ll make this time. The coffee cup you made for me is still my favorite.” Jeongguk winks playfully, causing a blush to dust across Jinwoo's cheeks. The boy just nods, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he responds with a quiet ‘thank you’. 

His gaze then moves to Jimin. “And how about you, Jimin? What do we have scheduled for today?” He teases, his arms crossed over his chest.

It’s clear in the way Jeongguk talks to the omegas that his love for his job here at the sanctuary is more than just a mere obligation. He treats them all with a gentle kindness and a caring warmth that makes them all feel comfortable and cherished in their own ways.

Jimin feels his heart flutter at the attention. “Um—,” he clears his throat before speaking. “We’re going to the greenhouse.” He manages to say without stuttering, much to his own surprise. 

Jeongguk's eyes light up. “Yeah, we are! I'm sure the flowers will be happy that I bring you with me today. They will love to be watered by you.”

Jimin giggles, his eyes sparkling with delight. “I don't—, I don’t think the flowers care much about who waters them, as long as they get watered regularly.”

Jeongguk shakes his head, grinning. “No, no, you underestimate yourself. Just wait and see.”

There is a pause then; a moment in which Jimin feels his cheeks heat up under Jeongguk's gaze. The alpha's eyes linger on him in a way that makes him feel like he's the only one in the room. If it wasn’t for the fact that Jeongguk treats all omegas with the same level of attention and care, Jimin might have believed he was special to him.

He glances over at Hoseok and Taehyung, who are giggling and exchanging looks, and Jimin realizes they must be teasing Jeongguk about his belief that flowers have preferences in their caretakers. 

He smiles shyly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear. “Okay,” he acquiesces, “let's see if the flowers will be happy to see me.”

“Yes, let’s go!” Jeongguk finally breaks their gaze. 

They leave the kitchen with murmurs of ‘bye’ and 'see you later' from the others, making their way to the greenhouse. As they walk side by side, Jimin can't help but admire Jeongguk. His passion for his work and his affection for everything living is contagious, making Jimin excited about their task at hand.

The morning sun bathes the garden in a pool of warmth, highlighting the vibrant colors of blooming flowers that swirl around them like a vivid painting, orchestrated by nature. The scent of blossoms and damp soil fills their senses as they step inside the green house.

Jimin watches as Jeongguk skillfully moves around the place, his hands graceful yet firm, caring for each plant as though it was his own child. It’s mesmerizing to watch, almost as if there is a silent poetry in the way he touches each leaf tenderly, how he murmurs soft words to them like a secret shared between only them. 

Jeongguk smiles at Jimin, beckoning him over to join. “Here, come smell this one,” he says, guiding him towards a bush of vibrant roses. He plucks one gently, its crimson petals unfurling like a ballerina in mid-twirl. “Feel the softness of its petals.” Jeongguk instructs him, his voice barely above a whisper.

He hands it to Jimin, whose heart flutters nervously in his chest as he accepts the flower. His heart thumps in his chest as his fingers brush against Jeongguk's in the exchange, sending a jolt through him that leaves him momentarily breathless. 

“Isn't it delicate? Yet it has thorns. It's beautiful and fragile, but it can protect itself.”

Gently tracing his fingers over the soft, velvet-like petals of the flower, Jimin can’t help but marvel at how it is indeed delicate yet strong— just as Jeongguk described. 

Bringing it closer to his face, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, savoring the rich scent that fills his senses. When he opens them again, Jeongguk is watching him with an intensity that makes heat creep up his neck and his cheeks to flush. 

“It’s a beautiful flower.” the omega says shyly.

Jeongguk nods in agreement, his gaze never leaving Jimin's face “Indeed, it is.” he replies, studying Jimin intently. His gaze holds a warmth that mirrors the sun shining down on them. “Really beautiful.”

A gentle breeze blows through the garden, ruffling their hair and causing the leaves of various plants to rustle softly. Jeongguk turns away from Jimin, his gaze instead shifting to the next flower in sight. “This one here,” he points towards a tree with drooping branches heavy with lilac blossoms, “is called a wisteria. It takes patience, care, and trust to grow and bloom to its full potential.”

Jimin watches as Jeongguk lifts a cluster of flowers, revealing the cascade of purple blossoms beneath. 

“But the wait is truly worth it,” Jeongguk continues, his eyes shining with a mix of passion and reverence. “You can learn a lot about life from plants,” Jeongguk notes. “You plant the seed, you nurture it, you give it all the love it needs to grow... and one day, it rewards you with its bloom.”

Jimin smiles softly as he takes in the sight of the drooping purple flowers. Their fragrance fills his senses, making him feel as if he is floating in a dream. He reaches out to touch one of the blossoms, his hand trembling slightly. The petals are delicate against his fingertips, similar to the rose but unique in their own way. 

Jimin absorbs the alpha’s words as he watches him interact with his plants. Jimin’s eyes are drawn to the way his fingers gently hold the wisteria blossom, appreciating its beauty and resilience. 

A fluttering feeling takes root in his chest. “But what if—, what if the plant doesn’t bloom?” Jimin hesitantly asks, glancing at Jeongguk from the corner of his eye. 

Jeongguk pauses, considering Jimin's question before he answers. “Then you keep nurturing it,” he says, turning to look at Jimin with a soft smile playing on his lips. “You don't give up on it just because it doesn’t meet your expectations. You continue to give it love and patience, because sometimes things take time.”

Jimin looks up and into Jeongguk’s eyes. There's a depth there, a warmth that speaks volumes of the alpha’s wisdom and understanding, it's an unexpectedly heartfelt answer that leaves Jimin silent for a moment.

“And sometimes,” Jeongguk moves closer, his gaze softening as he speaks in a tone barely louder than a whisper. “Even when they seem at their weakest, they might be gathering strength to bloom in the most beautiful way possible.”

Jimin nods, the corners of his lips twitching upward at the implicit meaning behind the alpha’s words. “The right conditions,” Jimin ventures, fingers tracing the gnarled bark of the wisteria tree, “flowers need the right conditions to flourish.”

“Exactly,” Jeongguk confirms with a smile that reaches his eyes. “Like us. We all need the right conditions to grow; sometimes it's sunlight, sometimes it's rain. Sometimes it's time.” he adds meaningfully, glancing at Jimin.

Jimin holds his gaze while feeling a peculiar combination of vulnerability and strength. “But what if it never blooms?” Jimin asks quietly, his gaze never leaving Jeongguk’s face.

“Every plant has its season, Jimin. And when it blooms, it's always at the right time.” The corners of his mouth twitch upwards as he adds, “Besides, every plant is beautiful in its own way— even without blossoms. They add greenery and life. They breathe and grow just like the rest.”

A smile tugs at the omega’s lips as he allows Jeongguk’s words to wash over him, soothing his worries. He is silent for a moment before whispering, “What if the plant fears it won't be enough, that it might disappoint the gardener by not blooming?”

Jeongguk's gaze softens further. “A real gardener,” he murmurs, “knows that the value of the plant doesn't lie in its blossoms alone. Every aspect of growth is beautiful, Jimin, not just the blooming.” Jeongguk says softly, his gaze follows the vine down to where it plunges into the rich soil. “The sprouting, the reaching for sunlight, the strengthening of roots— they're all parts of a journey, and every part is essential.”

Jimin stares at Jeongguk's profile— the earnest expression, the soft contours illuminated by the sun’s gold rays. He takes in every word and tucks them away in the safest corners of his heart. A bloom in his chest spreads warmth through his veins, its petals unfurling one by one.

“The gardener doesn't just wait for flowers,” the alpha continues, “Even when the plant is seemingly still, the gardener knows there is life stirring deep within. A good gardener cherishes the process and is patient for the bloom.”

Jimin's eyes fill up with unshed tears as he takes a deep shuddering breath. “Jeongguk,” he whispers, his voice barely audible amidst the rustling leaves overhead. “I think I'm scared.”

Jeongguk's gaze softens further with understanding. “It's okay to be scared,” he says gently. His hand reaches out to envelope Jimin's smaller one, the soft touch foreign to Jimin, but nonetheless warm and assuring. Their fingers intertwine naturally, like roots deep under the earth. It feels right, as if they were meant to fit together like this. “Because fear is not the opposite of courage. It's the start of it.”

“You think so?” Jimin glances down at their joined hands, cheeks pink when he looks up at Jeongguk again.

“I know so,” he replies with a certainty that sends warmth coursing through Jimin's veins. “Courage isn’t about not being afraid, Jimin, it's about being afraid and doing it anyway. Like the seed that sprouts in the darkness of the earth, not knowing what lies ahead, but it pushes through the soil into the sunlight regardless.” Jeongguk’s voice is like a lullaby, comforting and assuring. Somehow, his fear seems a little less daunting now. 

He looks at their intertwined hands once again and feels the strength resonating from Jeongguk. “And, what if I fail?” Jimin's voice is shaky, yet there is a subtle determination in his words, like he is prepared to face his fears.

“You might fail,” Jeongguk answers softly. “And that’s more than okay, it simply means you need to gather more strength, more resources to try again. It’s about being scared to death and still pushing on.”

The echo of Jeongguk's words linger in the air between them, wrapping around Jimin like a comforting blanket. 

“Just as it is for the plant seeking sunlight, it's okay for you to struggle, to stretch, to grow. And it's okay for you to fear the process,” he says, giving Jimin's hand a reassuring squeeze. “It is all part of your journey.”

“And if I can't make it?” Jimin's voice drops to a whisper, as if he is confessing his deepest fears. “What if I can't push through the soil?”

“Then I will be there to help you,” Jeongguk replies matter-of-factly, his eyes steady on Jimin's. “Not every seed is expected to sprout on its own. Some need a little more care, a little more love. And that's perfectly fine. There's no shame in needing help.”

Jeongguk's words feel like a balm to his soul. The raw sincerity in them is enough to warm the coldest corners of Jimin's heart. His fears ebbing away and being replaced by an overwhelming feeling of gratitude and warmth.

“There will be times when you'll feel like you're just not enough,” Jeongguk continues. “But even the mightiest tree once started out as a tiny seed beneath layers of soil, dark and alone. It took time and patience for it to grow into its size. Little by little, day by day, it pushed through the obstacles until it reached the light. It didn't happen overnight. And it won't for you either.”

A soft gust of wind sweeps through, making the leaves rustle around them as if acknowledging Jeongguk's words. “How do—, how do I gather strength?” Jimin asks, his brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “What if I don't have any left?”

“Strength isn't something we always have,” Jeongguk admits, his voice gentle. “Sometimes, we find it along the way. Just like a plant draws its energy from the sun and the soil and the water, we absorb strength from those around us— from our experiences, from our determination to not give up.”

Jimin's gaze lingers on Jeongguk, his eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and determination. After a moment, he nods slowly, his hand squeezing Jeongguk's back in reassurance. “It's—, it's just scary.” Jimin confesses, his voice trembling slightly.

“I know,” Jeongguk nods, his own eyes reflecting the same fear and vulnerability. “But that's part of the journey. In fact, it means you're stepping out of your comfort zone, pushing beyond what you think you're capable of. And that is where transformation happens.”

The soft light filtering through the verdant leaves casts a glow on Jeongguk's face as he speaks, giving him an ethereal quality, like a nurturing forest spirit speaking wisdom to its charge. His words dispel Jimin’s fears, replacing them with a tiny seed of hope. A beginning.

“Thank you so much, Jeongguk.” 

“You don't need to thank me.” Jeongguk replies. He turns his gaze towards the sky, where the glimmering sunlight manages to pierce through gaps in the lush canopy overhead. "We're in this together. Just remember, even the strongest trees bend in the wind. It's how they avoid breaking."

Jimin nods slowly, understanding the metaphor woven into his words. Flexibility and resilience are key; he has to learn how to adapt and persist through whatever storms may come his way.

“Do you want to help me plant some new flowers today?” Jeongguk asks suddenly, changing the subject. “I bought some lily of the valley seeds the other day, I want to plant them outside of the greenhouse, on the path way up.”

“Sure, I don’t know how though.” Jimin smiles, his brows furrowing slightly as he rubs the back of his neck.

“Don't you worry your pretty little head,” Jeongguk winks at him, gently patting his back before he turns towards the open backpack nearby. He pulls out a small packet filled with little black and brown dots. “I'll teach you.”

With the packet in hand, he leads Jimin over to the pathway where he wants to plant them. Jeongguk bends down, his sun-kissed skin shimmering under the canopy of leaves. He is a picture of serenity, so at peace in his surroundings and comfortable in his knowledge of nature. 

With a small, round trowel in hand, he cuts into the earth. “First,” he begins, “you make a small divide in the soil like so.” he turns to Jimin, his brows furrowed slightly in concentration as he demonstrates the task at hand. The soil yields easily to Jeongguk's touch, as if it has been waiting just for him to mold it. 

“Now your turn,” Jeongguk says suddenly, he hands Jimin the trowel, their fingers brushing against each other in the exchange. A shock of electricity travels up Jimin’s spine at the contact, making him blush. He turns his attention towards the soil, hoping that the alpha won’t notice his flush.

As they begin to dig into the earth beneath them, Jeongguk carefully explains each step. His voice is soothing and his hands move with practiced ease through the process. “See these?” he begins, holding his palm up so Jimin can see. “Each one of these tiny seeds has the potential to grow into a beautiful flower.”

Jimin blinks at Jeongguk's words and then looks back at the seeds lying in Jeongguk's hand. They don’t seem particularly impressive to him; just tiny, nondescript specks. But knowing that they hold such potential amazes him.

“Now watch,” Jeongguk continues. “You want to place them inside the hole you've created, like this.” He demonstrates by dropping a few of the tiny dots into the hole. As he drops the tiny seeds into the ground, he looks up at Jimin, his eyes twinkle with passion and excitement, making Jimin realize how infectious Jeongguk's joy for life is. He then gently brushes some loose soil over the seeds, covering them from view. “Remember not to bury them too deep; they need to be just beneath the surface. Now you try.” 

Jimin follows Jeongguk's instructions carefully, dropping a few seeds into his own freshly dug hole before covering them up gently with soil. It feels oddly cathartic, this simple act of planting something with his own hands. It feels as if he was helping create life, in his own small way. “Did I do it right?”

“Yes! That was great.” Jeongguk praises when he notices Jimin's work, causing the omega to blush again. “Now, the next step is watering. Plants need water not only to grow but also to activate the seed.”

Jeongguk holds out a watering can, its surface glinting in the sunlight. “Do you see the tiny holes on the metal plate?” he asks, pointing at the head of the watering can. Jimin nods in reply. “We use this because it mimics rainfall and won't disturb the seeds placement. Now, just pour a little water onto your patch, slowly and evenly.”

With a little apprehension, Jimin gently takes the watering can from Jeongguk; its cool handle feeling secure in his grip. He carefully tilts it over the patch of soil where he has buried his seeds, letting out a controlled sprinkle of water that makes the soil darker.

He can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment as he watches the droplets of water seep into the earth, making it moist. It was a simple task, yet taking part in nature's cycle felt profoundly satisfying.

Jeongguk seems to observe the omega with what seems like a proud smile on his face. “Perfect! You learn really fast, Jimin.” he compliments.

The praise brings an even brighter blush to Jimin's face than ever before, making him look away shyly. “Thank you.” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jeongguk's eyes linger on the omega, his sharp gaze taking in every detail of Jimin's movements as he continues to teach him. It's as if he sees something special in Jimin, something that no one else has noticed before. A spark of excitement flares in his chest, grateful for the attention and validation from someone like Jeongguk.

“Why lily of the valley?” Jimin dares to ask, his voice is soft and filled with curiosity as he continues to hold onto the watering can.

Jeongguk glances at the patch of seeds before his eyes turn to Jimin again, glimmering with a fond recollection. “My father‘s scent always carried the fragrance of them.” he starts. “He passed away a few years ago and they will forever be my favorite flower. He used to tell me they are resilient and strong— just like his spirit. They bloom unstoppably even under harsh conditions and he loved that about them,” Jeongguk reminisces, his tone imbued with warmth and nostalgia.

Jimin's heart swells with an unexpected mixture of sympathy and affection. His gaze softens, an understanding look washing over his face. “I'm sorry for your loss,” he murmurs sincerely, glancing at the tiny patch of seeds. “With your care, these seeds will surely grow into the most beautiful flowers.”

Jeongguk smiles at Jimin's words, his eyes crinkling at the edges. “That's the hope,” he replies, a layer of unspoken gratitude in his tone. He gently takes the watering can from Jimin's hands and places it to the side. “I should probably get going,” he says with a slight frown, checking his watch. “The session is starting soon.” He pauses, tilting his head slightly as he looks at Jimin. “Did you want to join today?”

Jimin looks at him, surprise evident in his wide eyes. He had been so absorbed in their conversations and the tranquility of the garden, that he lost track of time. “Oh,” he says, a hand moving to rub the back of his neck, a shy look on his face. “O-okay, I will come.” he says, his voice a little shaky. He looks up at Jeongguk with nervous eyes. 

Jeongguk only smiles back encouragingly. “Are you sure? You don't have to if you don't want to. But knowing you're not alone can really help.” he assures him softly.

Jimin stares at Jeongguk for a moment longer, appreciating the sincerity in his words. “I’m sure,” he says softly, offering Jeongguk a small nod. “I'll join,” the words slip from his hesitant lips, as insecurities swirl in his mind like a raging storm. But deep down, he is determined to take this step towards getting better. “But I don’t think I'm ready to share... not yet.”

“That's okay,” Jeongguk replies. “You don't have to share anything if you're not comfortable. You can just sit and listen.”

Jimin is quiet for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as he stares at Jeongguk. The gentle breeze rustling his dark hair, the sun casting a golden glow on his skin. He is beautiful, but it wasn't just that— it’s the way Jeongguk seems to understand him, and the way he makes the omega feel safe under his gaze.

“Thank you, Jeongguk,” he whispers quietly, words spilling from his lips like a heartfelt prayer. “Again. For everything.”

Jeongguk just smiles at him, a soft, comforting one that reaches his eyes. “It's what friends do, Jimin.” he reassures him. “Come on. Let's not keep them waiting.”

The word ‘friends’ makes something churn in the omega’s stomach, he doesn’t like that word to describe what they are. It feels like a curtain dropping between them, a safety net that keeps them from crossing into a territory that is far more dangerous and exhilarating than mere friendship. But he ignores it for now and with a final look at the tiny patch of seeds left in their care, Jimin takes a deep breath and starts walking back inside to the sanctuary.

Jeongguk falls in step beside him, their shoulders brushing occasionally as they navigate the field back to the concrete path that leads them to the main building. They walk in comfortable silence, and Jimin can't help but notice how the alpha’s scent becomes stronger in this close proximity. It wraps around him like a warm blanket, soothing his frayed nerves and calming his racing thoughts.

As they approach the entrance to the room where the support session is being held, Jimin's ears are filled with the gentle murmurs emanating from within. A group of people has already gathered in a circle, their voices blending together in a symphony of conversation. 

Some seem at ease, exchanging playful laughter and light-hearted banter, while others carry a heaviness that lingers in the air. But despite their varied emotions, all wear a slight smile on their faces, perhaps finding solace in each other's company. 

Jimin hesitates, feeling a surge of nerves wash over him at the thought of joining this group. Seeing this, Jeongguk turns towards him, his expression filled with concern. “Hey,” he says softly, his hands coming up to rest lightly on Jimin's shoulders. “Remember what I said. You don't have to share if you're not ready.”

Jimin nods, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, breathing in Jeongguk’s calming pheromones. He feels Jeongguk's hands leave his shoulders and when he opens them again, Jimin’s eyes meet Jeongguk's soft gaze. 

The alpha's eyes are filled with understanding and support, and suddenly the words ‘It's what friends do’ doesn’t seem like a curtain anymore. It seems like a lifeline, a steadfast promise that he is not alone in this journey.

With newfound determination, Jimin gives him a small smile of gratitude and the alpha instantly returns the smile. “Ready?”

“I'm ready.” he whispers. 

The moment the words leave his lips, Jeongguk’s hand settles at the small of his back, guiding him forward. An anchor in an uncertain sea, the touch grounds Jimin. 

“Hello everyone!” Jeongguk says happily, as they step into the room. 

The circle of individuals pause their conversations as they turn to face the door, a chorus of friendly greetings reaching their ears. As they walk further into the room, Jimin feels his anxiety trying to rise again, but he pushes it back down, focusing on the reassuring hand on his back.

The group scoot apart slightly to make room for two more in their circle and Jeongguk leads them towards the opening, never letting his hand leave Jimin’s back. They take their seats and Jimin watches as Jeongguk wears a warm smile on his face. 

As soon as his hand drops from Jimin's back, he deftly captures the attention of the group. Jimin feels adrift for a moment, suddenly devoid of Jeongguk's anchoring touch, but then he catches the alpha’s eye and finds reassurance in his gaze.

“Good to see everyone,” Jeongguk begins, his voice with that captivating quality that always draws people in. “I see some new faces here today and it makes me happy to see so many courageous individuals.” His voice fills the room with its soothing tones. “Welcome to all of you. I hope that this meeting can provide a source of comfort and understanding.”

His gaze roams around the group before it lands back on Jimin, his eyes softening just so. A silent reassurance passing between them. Jimin swallows hard, his heart pounding but he holds onto that gaze. It’s his anchor in this room full of unfamiliar faces.

“Last week we talked about the importance of acceptance in our journeys.” Jeongguk continues, his voice soothing as a lullaby. “This week, I want us to open up about our fears. After all, acknowledging them is the first step towards overcoming them.”

There is a murmur of agreement around the circle. Some are nodding their heads, others keep their eyes downcast. Jeongguk's words hang heavy in the air, creating an atmosphere of raw vulnerability. But there is also an unspoken agreement of trust in the room.

“Would anyone like to start?” Jeongguk asks, looking around at the group.

There is a long pause, during which Jimin can hear the hum of the air conditioning and the ticking of the wall clock. 

Then, a woman across the circle from him clears her throat and everyone turns to her. She is middle-aged, with kind eyes and silver threading through her dark hair. “I guess I'll go first,” she says in a soft voice, her hands twist nervously in her lap before she takes a deep breath. 

She shares her story about fear of loneliness after losing her whole family tragically. Her words are heartfelt and emotional, and Jimin finds tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. When she finishes speaking, there is a moment of silence before Jeongguk thanks her for sharing.

Her brave sharing seems to open the floodgates. One by one, others in the room begin to voice their fears, everyone showing their own form of bravery, even if it was just in the tremor of their voice or the tight grip they have on their own hands.

Each tale echoes similarly— fears that are born from events that have left scars. The room feels heavy with hidden emotions but also a sense of unity, of understanding.

Before he knows it, an hour has passed and the session is over. 

The room begins to filter out into the hallway, some with heavy hearts unlocking emotions they had buried, others sighing in relief at finally having the words spoken. 

Jimin remains in his seat, lost in his thoughts. He had never before realized the weight of the collective fear carried by those around him, or how similar others fears are to his own.

“So, how was it?” Jeongguk asks. 

Jimin looks up at the alpha, an array of emotions swirling within him. “It was… eye-opening.” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. He glances around the now empty room, the echoes of the shared stories still reverberating off the walls. “I didn't realize how much I could relate to everyone's fears. I felt seen, for once.”

“That's good to hear,” Jeongguk nods, understanding reflected in his dark eyes. “It isn't easy to face our fears, let alone speak about them.”

Jimin's gaze falls into his lap. His fingers are knotted together tightly as he silently agrees with Jeongguk's words.

“And you did well today, Jimin,” Jeongguk continues. His voice is gentle, soothing like the trickling water of a calm river. “Even if you didn't share your fears out loud, being here and listening is a step forward.”

His words hold a comfort that soothes Jimin's turmoil. An unfamiliar warmth begins to bloom in his chest, nurtured by Jeongguk's soft encouragement. He glances up at Jeongguk, the alpha’s sincerity piercing through his shielded vulnerability.

“I—, I never thought of it that way before,” he admits, his voice shaky with the weight of his unspoken emotions. “Being here... listening... it's all part of the journey too, isn't it?”

Jeongguk smiles gently, nodding his head. “Yes, every step you take, no matter how small, is significant.”

The room falls into a comforting silence as Jimin mulls over Jeongguk's words. He feels a new sensation unfurl within him, a sense of hope.

“Do you hold these sessions once a week?” Jimin asks after a moment. His fingers loosen their tight grip as he leans back in his chair, casting his eyes towards Jeongguk again.

“Every Saturday, same time.” Jeongguk replies, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But I’m in the garden every morning.” 

Jimin's gaze traces the curve of Jeongguk’s smile as he speaks. There is something about the alpha that just feels so safe. Ever since the first time he laid his eyes on him. His kind eyes, his gentle voice, his calm demeanor. 

And his scent. 

That damn vetiver and lavender scent. It wraps Jimin in warmth and familiarity. Even though he has only known Jeongguk for a short amount of time. He finds himself leaning into it, craving more of it. Of him.

“Can I join you in the garden tomorrow again?” Jimin voices out tentatively, surprising himself with the question. “Would that be okay?” His heart hammers in his chest as he waits for Jeongguk's reply.

Jeongguk's smile widens, eyes shining with a warmth that pools deep in his chest and spreads through every fiber of his being. “Of course,” he says without hesitation, his voice steady and filled with sincerity. “Those lily of the valley seeds need your presence there to grow, you know.” Jeongguk says with a glint in his eyes. 

Jimin can’t help the small chuckle that bubbles from his lips at Jeongguk's declaration. He feels a blush creep up his cheeks, finding the notion absurd yet incredibly endearing. 

“Are you saying the plants will miss me?” He quirks a brow, trying to keep the amusement out of his tone and failing spectacularly. The idea of flowers yearning for him to be close is ludicrous but somehow, coming from Jeongguk, it doesn’t seem entirely implausible.

Jeongguk's laughter rings through the room like the most beautiful melody, taking Jimin's breath away. “Well,” he starts, scratching his neck in a bashful manner, “I believe plants do respond to their caregiver's emotions and energy... So I would say, yes.”

The corners of Jimin's lips tug upwards involuntarily, making him let out a soft, melodic giggle that echoes through the room. He can't help but feel drawn to this man, this alpha, who exudes a quiet strength and makes him feel as if he truly matters, as if he is an integral part of something greater than himself.

It's a feeling Jimin has been yearning for, a sense of belonging that has always eluded him. And now, in the warmth of Jeongguk's presence, he can almost taste it; a tantalizing hint of what it might be like to finally find his place in the world. A taste of belonging.

“Then I guess I should be more careful with what kind of energy I bring to the garden.” Jimin muses aloud, his gaze wandering from Jeongguk's warm eyes to the expanse of the emerald field outside the window.

“And what energy would that be?” Jeongguk asks, his tone playful yet laced with unmistakable curiosity.

Jimin hums thoughtfully. “Good vibes only.” he says eventually, the corners of his mouth curling into a small smile that reaches his eyes.

Jeongguk laughs, shaking his head in amusement. “Good vibes only, huh?” He echoes, his eyes twinkling with mirth. “I think we can manage that. After all, positivity breeds positivity.”

Jimin watches as Jeongguk's shoulders shakes with suppressed laughter, his gut flipping pleasantly at the sight. Suddenly, he is hit with a realization— he likes making Jeongguk laugh. He likes being the reason behind the spark in Jeongguk's eyes, the upturn of his lips.

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees softly. “Positivity breeds positivity.” He repeats Jeongguk’s words as though they are a mantra.

“Then I hope I’ll see you there tomorrow?” Jeongguk asks, his voice low but steady, almost sounding like a plea. His eyes hold a hopeful glint that Jimin finds hard to resist.

He smiles gently and nods. “Yes,” Jimin responds easily, his heart beating wildly in his chest. “I'll see you there tomorrow.”

A visible wave of relief washes over Jeongguk’s face as he lets out a soft laugh. “I can’t wait.” he says, sincerity radiating from him like the sun’s rays chasing away the darkness.

Later that night, as he lies in his bed, staring up at the quiet darkness of his room, he can’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation in his chest. He thinks about Jeongguk’s radiant smile and his heart pounds like a drum in his chest. His mind echoing Jeongguk‘s words, ‘positivity breeds positivity’ and it feels like a promise.

🌱

Two weeks have passed and Jimin has settled into the routine of Jeon's Sanctuary easily. The other omegas welcoming him with open arms, their experiences forging an unspoken bond that resonates deep within him. He finds comfort in their shared rituals, the way they instinctively look out for one another. 

Their laughter rings out into the summer air, days are spent in idle chit-chat and light work around the sanctuary. Evenings are reserved for quiet moments of reflection and connection. The nights are calm and peaceful, filled with gentle whispers of friendship. 

Tonight they’re going to have a bonfire night under the open sky. A bi-monthly tradition where everyone gathers to share stories, sing songs, and enjoy each other’s company around the warmth of the fire. 

The omegas work together to prepare for the evening's festivities. Some gather firewood, some spread out blankets and decorate the outside era with fairy lights, while others busy themselves in the kitchen, cooking an array of mouth-watering dishes that fills the air with a tantalizing aroma. 

As the sun begins its descent, the sky transforms into a canvas of fiery hues— a blend of burnt orange, vibrant pink, and deep purples. From the main house, Jeongguk emerges, his silhouette bold against the stunning backdrop. In his arms, he carries a stack of logs with ease, making his way towards the bonfire pit. 

Jimin's gaze follows him from where he is assisting in arranging food on a long wooden table. A warm sensation spreads across the back of his neck, a familiar reaction he has grown accustomed to whenever the alpha is near. 

There is something captivating about watching Jeongguk immersed in a task, his playful nature replaced with intense focus and unwavering determination. It's as if all eyes are drawn towards him, everyone unable to look away from his captivating presence.

As darkness fully descends, the bonfire is set ablaze, its flames dancing and flickering, casting long shadows on their faces. The omegas gather around it, creating a circle of warmth in the cool night. Music is playing in the background while everyone laughs and chats, the air filled with a sense of comfort. 

Jimin feels himself being pulled into the group, his shyness melting away in the friendly chatter and laughter. In this moment, surrounded by his new friends, he feels a sense of belonging unlike anything he has felt before.

His eyes look up to try and find where Jeongguk is sitting, finding him on the opposite side of the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames. He seems engrossed in a deep conversation, his usual smile replaced with an intense look that adds another layer of attractiveness to him, and Jimin feels a wave of warmth flow through him, not just from the fire but something else entirely.

Just as he's about to redirect his attention back to the conversation at hand, a burst of laughter erupts from Jeongguk and his eyes briefly meet Jimin's, twinkling with amusement before diverting away again. The brief exchange of eye contact sends an electrifying sensation through Jimin, causing his heart to race in his chest.

And then he watches as Jeongguk stands up and suddenly he’s walking over to Jimin with a grace only he possesses. Heat crawls up Jimin's spine again, his breath hitching as Jeongguk approaches. 

Without any hesitation, he takes a seat right next to Jimin and for a moment, all noise seems to fade into the background. A gentle smile is playing on the alpha’s lips. “Hi, Jimin.” he greets, his eyes gleaming. “Enjoying the bonfire?” His voice is a soft hum against the backdrop of the bonfire's crackle.

His heart hammers even more fiercely against his chest, but he manages to nod in response, swallowing thickly before he musters the confidence to reply. “Yeah, it's great.” He glances down shyly, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap. 

The glow from the fire dances across Jeongguk's face, illuminating his sharp jawline and casting a golden hue on his skin.

“That's good to hear,” Jeongguk says warmly, turning back towards the fire. “It wouldn't be a proper bonfire without laughter.”

Jimin doesn’t reply, simply nodding. Instead he takes a moment to observe Jeongguk— his tan skin glowing warm and inviting under the firelight, his eyes dancing with a magnetic and captivating charm that draws Jimin in. 

Jeongguk's lips are slightly parted as if he is about to say something, but he seems lost in thought. Then, with a soft chuckle, he runs a hand through his tousled hair, which sends an intoxicating whiff of his scent wafting through the air. “It’s cute how shy you get,” he remarks, his voice laced with a teasing lilt that causes Jimin's cheeks to flush. “You always get quiet when you're like that.”

Jimin looks away, trying to calm the fluttering sensation in his stomach. He can feel Jeongguk's eyes on him and it makes his skin tingle. “I-I'm not that shy.” he retorts, albeit weakly.

Jeongguk only chuckles in response, a sound that warms Jimin more than the bonfire ever could. “Of course, you’re not.” he playfully indulges, his tone light and airy.

“And I—, I talk,” Jimin stammers out, a flush creeping up his neckline at being caught so off guard, he musters up the courage to meet Jeongguk's eyes again. “Just not—, not really good at conversations with...” he trails off, realizing he is spilling more than he should. As if caught in a web of embarrassment, Jimin bites down on his bottom lip, tugging at the fabric of his shirt with shaky fingers.

“With who?” Jeongguk’s eyes soften, tilting slightly to catch Jimin's gaze. “With me?” He offers as the corner of his lips crooks into an encouraging smile.

Jimin nods tentatively, revealing the truth without uttering a single word. His heart is pounding against his chest, threatening to break free from its cage. His eyes trace the line of Jeongguk’s cheekbone, the way his lips curve up in a smile. He is so close to Jeongguk now that he can see flecks of gold in his eyes that he has never noticed before. Under the starlight and the glow of the bonfire, Jeongguk looks ethereal.

Jeongguk's smile widens at Jimin’s confession. “Why's that?” He asks, his voice dipping low and inviting.

Jimin hesitates, the answer bubbling up within him like a spring ready to overflow. He looks over at Jeongguk, catching sight of the amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Because,” he begins slowly, swallowing hard. “you're… intimidating.”

Jeongguk's brows shoot up in surprise, amusement flickering in his eyes as he studies Jimin. “Intimidating?” He echoes, his voice carefully neutral.

Jimin nods, fingers playing absently with the hem of his shirt. He bites his lip again, struggling to meet Jeongguk's curious gaze. “You're just—” he pauses, searching for the right words. “You're so sure of yourself. You're confident and talented… and it's intimidating.”

Laughter bubbles out of Jeongguk like a crystal spring and Jimin watches him curiously as Jeongguk throws his head back, his laughter echoing loudly. “Is that so?” Jeongguk somehow manages to say between bouts of laughter. “Well, you intimidate me too.”

Jimin looks at him in astonishment, his eyes wide and his heart beating hard. “I do?”

Jeongguk nods, a spark lighting up his eyes as he shifts closer to Jimin. Before Jimin can reply, Jeongguk leans in closer, their faces only inches apart. The glow of the fire reflected in Jeongguk's eyes makes them shimmer even more brilliantly than before. “You do.”

“N-no, I don’t.” Jimin shakes his head, involuntarily holding his breath as Jeongguk studies him quietly. 

“Yes, you do,” Jeongguk counters softly, his gaze never leaving Jimin's. “You're beautiful, smart, and so incredibly strong. You have this quiet resilience that commands respect. That's intimidating, Jimin.”

Jimin is stunned into silence, the intensity of Jeongguk's words leaving him breathless. He can feel heat creeping up his neck, the compliment making his heart flutter in a way he hadn't expected.

Jeongguk’s eyes land on Jimin’s red cheeks but he doesn’t comment on them. “You have freckles.” is what he says instead.

Jimin blinks, the sudden change of subject leaving him momentarily disoriented. “Y-yeah, I do.” he replies, reaching up to touch his cheeks as though they are a new discovery to him too.

“They’re very pretty.” Jeongguk confesses, a soft smile playing on his lips. “They’re like constellations,” Jeongguk adds softly, his gaze never leaving Jimin's face. “Do they have names?”

“W-what?”

“Your constellations.” Jeongguk’s eyes twinkle with humor. “Have you named them all?”

Jimin can’t hold back a laugh at the absurdity of the question and how silly the alpha is. “I haven’t.” he says, a smile tugging at his lips. “You can name them.” he offers, curious to know what Jeongguk will come up with. 

Jeongguk hums in assent, a hint of a grin playing upon his lips as he leans in even closer, his scent instantly filling Jimin's senses. The close proximity allows Jimin to see the intensity of Jeongguk's gaze, the focus on him making his heart beat a wild and untamed rhythm.

His fingers suddenly reach out to lightly trace across the smattering of freckles on Jimin's cheek, causing a shiver to run down Jimin's spine.

“Let's see,” Jeongguk pretends to think deeply. “I'll start here.” Jeongguk’s warm fingertip touching his cheek makes Jimin's breath hitch. His touch is soft, almost feather-like, as it traces over a small cluster on his cheekbone— where three similar freckles that form a near-perfect straight line sits. “These ones will be Orion’s Belt.” Jeongguk murmurs, his voice low and intimate, earning a chuckle from Jimin.

“And these ones,” his finger moves to the freckles closer to Jimin's nose. “These are the Pleiades.”

Jimin feels a laugh bubble up at Jeongguk's seriousness, the way he is naming each constellation with utmost sincerity so endearing.

“Are you quite finished?” Jimin asks once Jeongguk seems to have reached the end of his trail.

“Not quite.” Jeongguk murmurs, leaning back slightly as he studies Jimin’s face like an uncharted galaxy. His finger begins to trace up and down along the bridge of Jimin's nose, the touch so soft and unfamiliar to what Jimin is used to.

For years he has only known touches that left him broken and in pain. But this, Jeongguk's touch, is so incredibly gentle and intimate that it leaves a path of warmth where he traces.

“This one,” Jeongguk announces, a teasing glint in his eyes, “I'm going to name this one after me, because it stands alone; unique and bold, just like me.” he winks.

Jimin laughs, His heart leaping with a joy he hasn't felt in a long time. Jeongguk's smile is positively infectious. It's a warmth that radiates and wraps itself around Jimin, causing him to momentarily forget about the cold world outside. “Really? Not egotistical at all.”

Jeongguk's laugh is rich and smooth as molten chocolate, making Jimin’s heart flutter. “Never claimed to be humble.”

The omega shakes his head, laughing softly with him. “You’re too much.” Jimin chuckles.

Jeongguk's eyes twinkle with mirth and mischief as he says, “Why thank you, Jimin. That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me all day.”

Hours pass and Jeongguk stays close by Jimin’s side all night and when he closes his eyes to fall asleep later that night, he can still feel where Jeongguk touched him, phantom fingers tracing constellations across his face.

He finds it hard to relax, not because of discomfort but because of excitement that makes his heart pound and his skin to tingle.

Echoes of their laughter linger in Jimin's ears as he drifts off to sleep, their conversations replaying in murmurs against his consciousness. 

Slowly sleep takes over him, blanketing his mind with an odd yet comforting sense of tranquility.

🌪️

“I-I'm sorry—” Jimin chokes out, words stuttered and broken between sobs. But they fall on deaf ears, cascading down into a void where sympathy has never existed. 

“Yeah, you fucking will be.” the man growls, his voice a rough rasp against the suffocating silence that have fallen over them. 

He releases Jimin’s hair abruptly, making him fall to the floor with a whimper, clutching at his head as he curls up on the cold surface.

The man stands over him, a looming shadow cast by the single dim light in the corner of the room. Then he sinks to his knees and grips onto Jimin's legs with a fierce strength. 

The scent of vomit is pungent in the air, making his stomach churn and his eyes to water. “P-please—, no—, don’t—” Jimin cries out. 

But the alpha doesn’t seem to hear him, or he does, but ignores him. 

Roughly, he spins Jimin around and presses his face into the pool of vomit on the floor. It coats his body, the sticky liquid clinging to his skin and hair like a putrid second skin. 

Jimin can feel the bile burning his nostrils and throat as he struggles against the alpha's hold, but he’s too weak. Tears stream down his face as he prays for this nightmare to end.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby.” The alpha's voice slithers through the air. His rough fingers gripping at Jimin's hair, wrenching his head back to expose his throat. 

He whimpers again. “P-please, don’t—”. Tears continue to stream down Jimin's face, shimmering like untouched gems in the dim light. 

The alpha simply chuckles as he pushes into Jimin’s unprepared body, wearing a sickening grin plastered on his face. 

The world spins and his vision blurs as an unbearable pain shoots up his spine. His screams echo off the rigid walls, returning back to him like some twisted serenade of suffering. 

The alpha only laughs over Jimin’s cries. 

Each thrust feels like a knife cutting deeper into his already bruised flesh. 

And then he feels the alpha's nose brushing right over his scent gland, making his scent wrap around him like a suffocating fog. 

He knows it will stick for days, it always does. No matter how hard he tries to scrub his scent away, he will still smell it and he will still feel the rough hands that inflict pain— time and time again.

The alpha’s scent is sinking into every crevice and making him choke on his own helplessness.

His senses are overloaded, his omega trying to push it away; but all he can feel is the alpha, all he can smell is the alpha, all he can taste is the alpha.

The fear and despair permeates every corner of his psyche, threatening to shatter him completely.

“Good boy,” the alpha growls into his ear, the words slithering down Jimin's neck and coiling around his heart with a vice-like grip. “You’re mine forever.”

🌪️

Jimin wakes up with a start, gasping for air like a man drowning. His body is covered in cold sweat, his cotton pajamas sticking uncomfortably to his skin. He can still feel the phantom pains, the phantom scent, the ghost of the alpha's grinning face still etched in his mind. 

His heart pounds against his chest, threatening to break free. His skin is covered in goosebumps and a shiver runs down his spine as he pulls himself up into a sitting position. 

Running a shaky hand through his hair, Jimin tries to push away the horrifying memories, tries to focus on reality, but each heartbeat brings him back to the alpha, his scent, his touch, his laughter. It is a relentless haunt, a cruel echo that dances around his sanity. 

He desperately palms his clammy skin harshly, as though he can physically scrape away those invisible scars. His breaths come out in ragged gasps as he battles to keep the phantom pains at bay. The walls of the room feel as if they are closing in on him, their familiarity a stark contrast to the monstrous visions that plagues him.

Jimin clings onto his knees, pulling them close to his chest, as if he can protect himself from his own mind. His breaths echoes around the room; they are shallow and hurried, like a hunted animal.

The shadows thrown by the moonlight dance against the walls, eerie silhouettes that morph into monstrous figures as his imagination takes hold. They twist and turn, reaching out with clawed hands much like the alpha's, drawing forth ragged gasps from him.

Without thinking he walks up to change into the same sweater he had on during the bonfire, it still carries the faintest scent of Jeongguk lingering on it, making his mind reel. With a deep breath, Jimin presses the soft material to his face, taking in the familiar and comforting scent that instantly soothes all of his nerve endings.

Tears well up in his eyes, threatening to spill over onto his pale cheeks. He wants to resist them, but they break through anyway, cascading down his face in a quiet surrender. Each tear carries with it a memory, a feeling, a piece of his heart that he can no longer contain.

His omega, consumed by a primal desire to nest, hurries about the room in a frenzy. With quick and determined movements, he rearranges the furniture, pushing the bed into the corner and creating a safe haven for himself. 

He meticulously arranges blankets and pillows into a cocoon-like structure, ensuring every inch is covered and cozy. With delicate care, he fluffs the pillows and adjusts them to his liking, creating a sense of comfort and security within his makeshift nest.

Every action is frantic and desperate, his omega is humming with an instinctive need for comfort and safety— and a different kind of sanctuary; in this one, he imagines Jeongguk’s scent enveloping him, protecting him.

His fingers clings to the fabric of the sweater, holding onto it as if it is his lifeline. He takes a few more deep breaths, calming himself. The alpha’s scent is a grounding anchor to reality amidst the chaos in his mind. 

It's strange how even though it’s so faint, barely any scent lingering on the sweater, it still holds so much power over him and brings him this much comfort. 

What would Jeongguk think if he knew about this? Would he be embarrassed, amused, or touched? Would he dismiss it as a mere side effect of their friendship— just a strange pull between two souls that fate has twisted together so tightly? The thought brings tears to Jimin's eyes as he buries his face deeper into the soft fabric.

The omega lays down in his nest of blankets and pillows, curling up in a protective ball. Jeongguk’s scent clings to him like ghostly arms, holding him close in an unseen embrace. He can almost feel the alpha there with him, supporting him through his panic attack.

His eyes close slowly, sleep creeping up onto him despite the turmoil within. His heartbeat, thundering violently against his ribcage, seems to slow and gradually still to a rhythm akin to a lullaby. 

Vetiver and lavender lulls him further into tranquility until he is succumbing to it, slipping into a fitful sleep filled with images of better times. In his dreams, Jeongguk's laugh echoes around him, his presence warm and comforting.

And Jimin is safe.

🌱

A month has passed since his first day at the sanctuary. It’s now routine for him every morning, to meet up with Jeongguk at the greenhouse where they tend to the variety of plants that bloom, their colors brighter with every passing day. 

Jeongguk, with his green thumb and beaming face, is always bubbling over with excitement as he explains the intricacies of each plant. His enthusiasm is infectious, making Jimin forget about his own troubles for a while.

Jeongguk patiently teaches him how to prune the roses without getting pricked by the thorns, how to tell when the tomatoes are ripe enough to pluck, and how to water the orchids just right so they won’t drown.

With every garden lesson comes a new layer to their bond— a shared secret between them amid a sea of blossoms and petals.

After gardening, they usually rest under the shade of an old oak tree. It’s during these quiet moments that Jimin will sit close to the alpha, with his eyes shut, as he basks in Jeongguk's comforting presence; his voice a soothing rhythm and his laughter a delightful symphony. 

Not once does Jeongguk pressure Jimin to share his trauma, ever the patient and understanding person the omega has come to know. He creates a safe space for Jimin to heal without any expectations or demands. 

Instead, Jeongguk shares stories of his own life— he speaks of his omega father who turned their childhood home into a sanctuary for healing traumatized omegas, inspired by his own journey of overcoming past trauma. 

He tells him about his father’s past, how he had been sexually assaulted by a rogue alpha in his teen years, an experience that left him scarred and drove him into a deep depression filled with self-doubt. But, with time, therapy, and the steady support of his family, his father had been able to reclaim his life, determined to help others do the same, which was why he created the sanctuary.

Jeongguk shares how after his father passed away, he considered closing the sanctuary, but he could never bring himself to abandon the place that held so many memories and had brought healing to countless others.

“I want to continue his legacy,” Jeongguk had told him softly. “I hope to make a difference, even if it's just for a few.”

“You already have,” Jimin had responded softly. “To me and every person who has walked through these doors. Your sincerity and love for this place and everyone here is noticeable to anyone. This sanctuary, and you, are a soothing balm for wounded souls.”

Jeongguk had looked taken aback by the compliment, clearly not used to being on the receiving end of such sentiments. His gaze had dropped to the grass under their feet, yet his content smile was impossible to hide.

“I want this to be a place where people can breathe again,” Jeongguk replied with a modest shrug. “Where they can find joy in the smallest things, just like my father did.”

Jimin had smiled when he heard that, because that’s exactly what Jimin had been feeling since the first day he arrived here. “You've already made this to be that place, Jeongguk. I know your father would be proud.”

The alpha also told him about the little girl who'd arrived just weeks after his father's death, her spirit broken by an abusive alpha father. Her name was Sunmi, with her delicate, downcast eyes hiding layers of pain. Jeongguk remembered spending long hours sitting quietly beside Sunmi, simply holding her hand or softly singing to her as she slowly opened up about her trauma. He watched as she gradually changed from a terrified child into a young woman who learned how to smile again.

“Her transformation,” Jeongguk said, his voice choked with emotion, “is what keeps me here. It’s proof that we can heal. That it's worth it. All of it.”

Jimin could see the light in Jeongguk’s eyes as he spoke of Sunmi’s healing journey. He realized that in helping others rebuild their lives, Jeongguk was also piecing together his own broken parts.

Sometimes their arms would touch, fleeting as it was, it felt like a healing salve, making him wonder if Jeongguk was beginning to cure not just the plants but also the hidden wounds within the omega.

Jeongguk’s presence is like a calming sea; steady and reassuring. Even when words do not come easy for Jimin, he takes solace in being in Jeongguk's company.

🌱

As the morning sun filters through the trees, Jimin makes his way to the greenhouse, eager to see Jeongguk waiting for him as he usually does. But instead, he finds Jeongguk standing with Jinwoo in a lively conversation. A sudden pang of jealousy courses through Jimin’s chest, uninvited and unexpected. 

His brows furrows as he watch as Jeongguk throws his head back in laughter, the sound echoing through the garden, causing Jimin's heart to twist uncomfortably. He tries to push away these irrational feelings, after all, Jeongguk is free to talk to anyone he chooses. But seeing them interact, stirs a nameless fear deep within him.

Jeongguk spots him then, and his smile widens, eyes crinkling at the corners and his whole face lighting up in welcome. It's a comfort, and yet it isn't. It feels as though their sanctuary has been invaded.

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself against the unsettling emotions swirling inside of him as he plasters a smile on his face. “Morning.” He greets them as casually as he can manage. 

“Good morning,” Jeongguk smiles back, warmth radiating off of him like sunlight. “Jinwoo wanted to try out gardening and see if he likes it. I hope you don't mind.”

Jimin smiles, but it doesn't reach his eyes. “Of course not,” he says, attempting to keep his voice even. “The more the merrier.”

“We were just talking about the new azalea hybrids that arrived this morning. Jinwoo thinks they'd look great in the south corner.” His words trickle into Jimin's consciousness, his unease growing and knotting themselves around his heart.

Tuning out the ongoing discussion of azalea hybrids and optimal locations, Jimin busies himself with pulling on his gardening gloves. 

“Do you think they’d look good there, Jimin?” Jeongguk asks suddenly, his eyes seeking approval. 

Jimin is jolted out of his thoughts, forced to engage in a conversation he’s desperately trying to not be a part of. “I bet Jinwoo knows best,” he offers lightly, careful not to let the strain creep into his voice. “After all, a new perspective brings new ideas.”

“Exactly!” Jinwoo responds enthusiastically, misinterpreting Jimin's strained smile for genuine interest. “Jeongguk and I were also discussing maybe adding some rock features?”

Jimin nods, his stomach twisting into knots. “I'll head over and check on the dahlias.” he excuses himself, not quite trusting himself to stick around.

“Sure thing.” answers Jeongguk cheerfully, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Jimin. 

As he walks away, he can hear the sound of Jeongguk and Jinwoo's laughter blending in with the rustling leaves. He knows he’s being unreasonable but his omega stirs within him, huffing in frustration, angry that another omega is making his alpha laugh. 

His omega yearns for Jeongguk's undivided attention and care, he wants to be the one making the alpha laugh. 

He shakes his head and kneels beside the row of dahlias. Their bold colors should comfort him, but today, their hues only seem to mock his inner turmoil. He tries to focus on their petals, their fragrance, anything that can distract him from the bitter taste of jealousy rising in his throat. 

He starts by carefully weeding around the dahlias, losing himself in the monotony of the task. Though he can't help but steal glances at the pair chatting animatedly, the way Jinwoo laughs at Jeongguk's jokes, the way Jeongguk’s eyes light up with affection— it all churns an uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

Deep down, he knows he shouldn't be upset, this was simply Jinwoo wanting to try out gardening, not an attempt to encroach on his territory and lure his alpha away. But it wasn't logic guiding his emotions now. It was instinct, the primal urge of his omega asserting its right for undivided attention from its alpha.

After the gardening session ends, they all retreat to the shade. Jeongguk retrieves water bottles from his bag and hands one to Jinwoo first. 

Jimin swallows dryly, watching as they laugh over some shared joke. The world around him blurs, sounds growing distant, their voices muffled by a roaring in his ears. 

He accepts the water when it's handed to him but he doesn't meet Jeongguk’s gaze. There's a silence between them, a strange unfamiliar tension that makes Jimin’s heart hammer unpleasantly. 

Jinwoo, oblivious to his mood, chats on about how fun gardening is and how much he’s learned from Jeongguk today. His words are like daggers in Jimin's heart, though he tries his hardest to keep his face neutral.

Once they all say their goodbyes, Jimin quickly moves to leave for his room but Jeongguk is faster as he reaches out and grabs his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Please, stay.” 

Jimin turns to look at him, the soft plea in Jeongguk's eyes instinctively making him pause. The garden seems quieter now, even the birds seem to have hushed their melodies as if anticipating Jimin's response.

“Okay.” he manages, attempting a small smile which feels more like a grimace. He watches as Jeongguk’s face brightens and the tension in his shoulders eases.

They go to sit down again under the familiar shade of the oak tree. Now that they are alone, the air between them is heavy with unsaid words and confused emotions.

He can feel Jeongguk’s gaze on him, studying him with a thoughtful look that makes his pulse race. He folds his hands in his lap, a conscious effort to keep them from shaking.

“So...” Jeongguk finally breaks the silence. “Did you enjoy today? With Jinwoo around?”

Jimin shrugs noncommittally. “It was… different.”

Jeongguk’s eyes are earnest, searching. “You didn’t like it.” he states, more as an observation than a question.

Jimin hesitates before he shakes his head slightly. He doesn't want to admit it but lying isn't an option either. 

Something flickers in Jeongguk's eyes at that, a hint of confusion perhaps. “Jimin,” he begins, before he closes his mouth again, the words seemingly stuck in his throat. 

Jimin can see him struggling with his thoughts, chewing on his lower lip as he tries to find the right words. The silence stretches between them again, so thick that Jimin feels like he can reach out and touch it.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Jeongguk speaks again. “I’m sorry if it upset you.” His voice is soft and sincere, yet laced with confusion. “But everyone here is allowed to try out all the activities the sanctuary has to offer.”

Yes, he knows that, of course he does. He knows how foolish he was, to let jealousy cloud his mind. But he can’t seem to help it when it comes to the alpha.

And the worst part is, now his alpha is upset with him.

“Yes, I know that. I promise I do.” he admits regretfully. “I'm sorry.” Jimin lets out a sigh of frustration. 

“No, don’t apologize, you’re entitled to your feelings, Jimin.” 

A small, almost imperceptible nod accompanies the intense burn of unshed tears in his eyes. The lump in his throat grows as he swallows them down, determined not to let them spill over. In an effort to distract himself, he bites the insides of his cheeks and keeps his gaze firmly locked on his hands, which are clenched tightly in his lap. 

“You look beautiful today.” Jeongguk says suddenly. “I mistook you for the dahlias every time I glanced over at you.”

Jimin's heart falters at the compliment, skipping a beat before it starts pounding so loudly he fears it might burst from his chest. A blush creeps up his cheeks, matching the pink hues of the dahlias Jeongguk compared him to. “Th-thank you,” he manages to stutter out, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he turns his gaze downward towards the soft grass beneath his feet. 

He can feel Jeongguk's intense gaze on him, but he's too shy to meet it. Jeongguk doesn't respond. Instead, he hums absently as his hand reaches out to pluck a stray leaf from Jimin's hair. There's a gentleness about his movements that makes Jimin's heart race.

Despite the attempt at composure, the tension still lingers in every inch of his frame. Jeongguk, as always, is understanding beyond measure and too kind to him, even when he doesn't deserve it. Like right now.

“I think the flowers bloomed more vibrant today, because of you.” he murmurs, and even though there is a smile on his lips, his eyes are serious as they meet Jimin's, making his heart flutter with his words.

“Perhaps they just enjoyed Jinwoo’s company.” Jimin blurts out before he can stop himself, instantly regretting his words and feeling ashamed for still acting so jealous and immature.

“Perhaps.” Jeongguk echoes, though there's an unspoken 'but' lingering at the end of his sentence. Jimin can see the conflict written on Jeongguk's face, and it only intensifies the weight of their conversation.

They sit in silence again, the sun casting long shadows on their surroundings and bathing everything in a golden hue. It's stunning, but it pales in comparison to Jeongguk’s earnest gaze.

🌱

“Dance with me.”

“But there’s no music—” 

In response, Jeongguk simply smiles. “We don't need music.” he assures Jimin softly. 

Blushing, Jimin takes a moment before placing his hand in Jeongguk's offered one. His heart is pounding so loudly in his chest that he's sure Jeongguk can hear it. Yet, the alpha only gives his hand a reassuring squeeze and pulls him closer.

A few days have passed since the day in the garden, where jealousy had momentarily blinded him.

He can’t help but feel the weight of regret for his actions hanging over him. Though the comfort and reassurance Jeongguk offers him every day lifts the weight slowly, and pulls a blind over everything else that dares to exist beyond the intimate sphere they've created. 

Jeongguk's hands find Jimin’s waist, his touch as tender as the first brush of petal against a dew-kissed morning. Their bodies sway, an improvised rhythm echoing through the long stretches of silence. There's no music, but there's a symphony in Jeongguk's eyes that seems to command all harmony within Jimin's reach.

The alpha moves first, gently guiding Jimin with a tender firmness that almost makes Jimin cry. Back and forth they sway, a slow dance without music, but not lacking in any form of harmony. Their bodies move as one entity through the clearing, feet gliding over green grass amidst petals blooming flowers.

Each step, each shift of weight, each dip and twist of their bodies are words in an unwritten language that only they can understand.

Jeongguk’s thumb gently traces along the delicate bone of Jimin's hips, the subtle gesture sending rivers of warmth coursing through him. An unspoken promise, a silent confession.

His lips press softly against Jimin's forehead, as tenderly as a butterfly landing on a flower. His breath dances on Jimin's skin like the caress of a summer breeze passing through a field of blooming lavender. Each exhale whispers promises that words can never express.

In response, Jimin tightens his grip on Jeongguk, his arms coiling around his neck like vines clinging to a tree trunk, tracing patterns with shaky fingers. He buries his face in the crook of Jeongguk's neck, breathing in the alpha’s scent, his warmth enveloping his senses like a thick, warm blanket, intoxicating him and making him dizzy.

His heart pounds against his ribcage and his hold tightens subtly, a silent plea for the other to stay, to not let go. And Jeongguk’s arms gather the omega closer as if in response to his unvoiced plea, holding him so firmly yet tenderly that it feels like they were molded for each other. 

“I can’t smell your scent.” Jeongguk whispers, his voice soft and low.

Jimin's heart sinks at the reminder of his past, the memories flooding back like a tidal wave. “I hide it.” he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper.

Confusion and concern flash in Jeongguk's eyes as he asks, “Why would you do that?”

“My ex used to tell me my scent was repulsive and how no one could stand being around me because of it. I’ve been using suppressants ever since, to cover it up.” He hides his face in Jeongguk’s neck, scared to look at him, scared to see rejection painted across his features. 

But Jeongguk's arms only tighten around him, his fingers digging into Jimin's back as if grounding him to reality. The sharp intake of breath from the alpha sends shivers down Jimin's spine. 

“You don't need to hide it from me,” he whispers against Jimin's hair. “I'm sure your scent is beautiful, just like you.” The words slip out softly, quietly into the night, as if they're too delicate to be said out loud. They hang in the air between them, swirling with the same gentle force as the breeze that rustles through the blossoms on the trees above them.

Jimin is silent as he breathes in vetiver and lavender, he can feel tears stinging his eyes, the liquid warmth threatening to spill over. Jeongguk doesn't push him for a response. Instead, he simply allows his words to linger.

After a long moment, Jimin looks up from his hiding place. His eyes find Jeongguk’s in the dim light provided by the stars above. There is no judgement there, only understanding and acceptance— an offer of solace that Jimin so desperately craves. 

“I’ve been wanting to quit the suppressants,” he admits quietly. “But I'm scared, and I can't guarantee you'll like it.” Jimin swallows hard, his gaze wandering to the blanket of stars above them. The night sky seems unusually bright tonight; each star twinkling like a beacon of encouragement for his wavering resolve.

Jeongguk's hands stroke Jimin's back gently. “I can promise you,” Jeongguk says in a voice as solid as stone, “you have nothing to be scared of with me.” He tilts Jimin's face up towards him, his fingers tracing the sharp angles of his jawline. “Your scent won't change who you are,” he reassures, his voice filled with sincerity. “It won't change how I see you. In fact, I'm sure I will become addicted to your scent.”

Jimin thinks maybe this is what love feels like.

This world is big and beautiful, it existed long before Jeongguk and him, and will undoubtedly continue its perpetual spin long after they've left their mark. Yet, in this ever-brief moment, nothing exists beyond the space between them. 

The world may as well have ceased to rotate, for all they know. The only sounds are the hushed whispers of the wind and the steady rhythm of their heartbeats.

🌱

In summer, amid blooming sunflowers and buzzing bees, Jimin finally opens up. 

“My ex used to hurt me,” Jimin begins, Jeongguk's comforting presence by his side strengthening him. His voice comes out in a shaky whisper, barely loud enough to reach Jeongguk's ears amidst the serene rustling of the wind through leaves and petals around them.

The words hang heavy between them, a harsh clash against the otherwise tranquil scene of the garden. Jeongguk is silent, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s face. He holds his breath, waiting for Jimin to continue when he's ready, offering silent support.

“At first, it was only when he was drunk,” Jimin continues, his hands trembling as he unconsciously clenches and unclenches them in his lap. He doesn't look at Jeongguk as he speaks, instead focusing on a single sunflower blooming nearby. Its vibrant yellow color seems to vibrate against his vision, a stark contrast to the bleakness of his past.

“He'd apologize the next day,” voice shaky but determined. “Make promises that he could never keep.” His breath hitches in his throat as he recalls the hollow apologies and the fake reassurances. The false hope that it would get better, that he would change.

He remembers the fear— a constant shadow clinging to his heart even when the sun was brightly shining. The echo of cruel words and ruthless hands haunted him, marking him more than any physical wound ever could. His ex had taken something from him, something precious that no apology could ever give back.

The sunflower in his vision blurs as tears well up in his eyes. He blinks them away quickly, still not daring to look at Jeongguk. 

“H-he didn't just hurt me physically,” Jimin murmurs. “He broke me emotionally and mentally. He made me believe that I—, that I was worthless.” Jimin reveals with an agonizing crack in his voice. “He told me every day how ugly I am and how lucky I was that he would even want to be near me. A-and I believed him.” Jimin admits, tears spilling over his cheeks.

He looks down at his trembling hands, sees them shaking, and clenches them in an effort to still them. Jeongguk sees it too and places his hands tenderly on top of Jimin’s, a gesture meant to comfort and steady him. The warmth from Jeongguk's touch seeps into his cold fingers, serving as a gentle reminder that he's not alone, that he doesn't have to bear the burden of his past on his own.

Jeongguk’s voice is a soft whisper against the evening breeze, “I-I’m so sorry, Jimin.” 

Finally mustering the courage to meet Jeongguk's gaze, Jimin searches for any trace of pity or disgust. But instead, he finds tears streaming down Jeongguk's cheeks too, mirroring his own. His gaze is one of understanding, care, and a deep ache that seems to match his own pain. 

There's no horror in Jeongguk's eyes, no disgust at Jimin's confession. Instead, there's an overwhelming tenderness that makes his heart flutter with something other than fear. He squeezes his hands, finding strength from the alpha.

“I tried to leave so many times,” Jimin says after what feels like an eternity, his voice raw. “But each time, he'd find me... and it would only get worse. H-he raped me so many times I’ve lost count.” Jimin whispers next, the words barely out before a sob wracks his body, clenching at the pain that the memory brings. 

The weight of those words crashes over him like a wave and the wall around his heart shatters completely, leaving him raw and vulnerable.

Jeongguk wraps Jimin into his arms, holding him tightly to his chest as Jimin clings onto him like he's his lifeline, as if letting go would mean being cast back into his terrible past.

“I’m so sorry,” Jeongguk says. “You deserve happiness, you deserve love and peace and everything good in this world. You have the most beautiful soul. Your kindness and strength shine brighter than any star I've ever seen, it's evident in every smile you give.”

Jimin hears the words but he finds it hard to believe them. The doubts and the self-loathing, are deep-rooted weeds in his mind, hard to uproot after so many years of nurturing them. 

His cries intensifies, snot and tears mixing as he buries his face into Jeongguk's shirt. The rush of emotions is too much, unbearable, like a floodgate that had been forced open after being tightly shut for so long.

Jeongguk doesn't let go of him, maintaining that comforting pressure. “Jimin,” he continues, his voice thick with emotion, “remember this, if nothing else: you survived, you made it out. And every step you've taken since then, every day you wake up and choose to keep moving forward, is a victory. His words, his actions, they don't define you.”

He feels so bare, so exposed. Yet there is no judgment in Jeongguk's tone, only compassion and understanding. Jimin doesn't respond, his eyes downcast and lips trembling. But the alpha isn't deterred, he continues speaking, intent on making Jimin understand, feel, and consume his words.

“You deserve so much more than what he gave you, than what he made you believe,” he insists, voice strong yet gentle. “You deserve only happiness and love. And I hope one day, you'll see yourself the way I see you, beautiful, strong and lovable.”

Jimin turns to look at him then, the tears shimmering in his eyes reflects an ocean of pain and hopelessness. Yet beneath it all, there’s a glimmer of hope— a tiny spark kindled by Jeongguk's words. It was a fragile spark, easily snuffed out, but it was there.

“Jeongguk...” Jimin begins, his voice hoarse. But before he can continue, Jeongguk speaks again, his words a gentle balm against the raw wounds of Jimin's soul. 

“Take your time,” he says quietly. “Healing takes time, and it's okay if you're not there yet. It's okay to feel everything you're feeling. I will always be here for you. Every step of the way.” He reaches out with his free hand to wipe away the tears rolling down Jimin’s cheek. “I’m so thankful and happy that I met you.” 

“I’m thankful I met you, too.” he whispers back, so soft that only the wind carries it through the silent garden. 

They sit in silence for a long time, holding each other in a comforting embrace. Jimin takes a shuddering breath, burying his face into Jeongguk's shoulder as he lets himself be held. He savors this moment of tranquility, this fleeting moment where he isn't consumed by his past but cradled by the warmth of the present.

Jeongguk, ever the patient alpha, holds him gently, allowing Jimin all the time he needs to regain his composure. His hand never leaves Jimin's back, tracing soothing circles that act as a constant anchor for the trembling omega. 

A slight breeze picks up, carrying with it the sweet scent of blossoming flowers that litters the garden. It's a symphony of nature's beauty, a celebration of new beginnings. 

Jimin finds his gaze drawn to a lone cherry blossom tree standing tall amidst the sea of green. Its pink blossoms sway with the wind, their soft petals catching the last of the sun’s rays and creating an ethereal glow.

Jeongguk follows his gaze, smiling softly at the sight. “You're like that cherry blossom tree.” he says quietly, his voice barely audible over the rustling leaves. “Beautiful, resilient, and strong. It endures the harshest winters, only to bloom brilliantly when spring arrives.”

A small smile tugs at his lips as he turns to Jeongguk. “Then y-you're like the sunshine,” he says softly, “Always bringing warmth and light, nurturing and encouraging. Every flower in this garden knows about you and needs you in order to grow.”

Jeongguk chuckles. “I don’t know about that.” his voice is unsure as he gives Jimin’s hand a tender squeeze. The sound of his laughter is like a melody, beautiful and soothing, easing some of the heaviness in Jimin’s heart.

“But you are.” Jimin says sternly, needing Jeongguk to believe it. “You're the reason not only flowers bloom in this garden but the people living here at the sanctuary. You're the reason I feel like maybe I can bloom one day too.”

Jeongguk stays silent for a moment, his breath hitching audibly at Jimin’s words. Then he tightens his grip on Jimin and whispers, “You will bloom, Jimin—, no, you're already blooming.”

The way the alpha sounds so sure of it brings heat to his cheeks and a flutter in his heart. The husky echo of Jeongguk's voice, the raw earnestness that resonates from his words, is enough to make Jimin believe him. For the first time, he allows himself to believe.

Jimin nods. “Maybe, you’re right.”

“I suppose we make a good pair then.” Jeongguk adds, his eyes twinkling. “A cherry blossom tree and the sunshine.” A smile spreads across his face. It's a radiant smile that reaches his eyes, transforming him into a sun in human form.

Jimin can't help but return the smile, despite the heaviness that still lingers in his heart. Perhaps they are a good pair, two halves of a whole.

As twilight kisses the sky, painting it with hues of lavender and pink, they sit there, Jimin still wrapped under Jeongguk’s arm. They sit under the vast canopy of stars, the faint glow from the moon casting a soft light over them.

“Are you cold?” Jeongguk asks, his voice laced with concern. The evening breeze has started to cool down, making him shiver slightly in his thin sweater.

Jimin glances at him and shakes his head. “No,” he lies, but he’s unable to suppress the tremble coursing through him.

Jeongguk doesn't look convinced but he doesn't press on. Instead, he removes his jacket and drapes it around Jimin's shoulders. His gesture is so natural, so caring that it makes Jimin's heart flutter.

“Thank you.” Jimin murmurs shyly, pulling the jacket closer around himself. He breathes in Jeongguk's scent and feels warmth seep into his bones. It's a comforting feeling that settles in him, like the flickering flame of a candle.

Jeongguk grins at him and shrugs, “I can't let the cherry blossom tree wither in the cold now, can I?” he teases lightly, his gaze affectionate.

Jimin chuckles softly. His heart feels full, an unfamiliar but welcome sensation buzzing underneath his skin. “Thank you, Jeongguk.” he says again, this time with a tone that echoes gratitude and so much more. 

Jeongguk looks at him, brows furrowing slightly. “For what?” he asks.

“For helping me bloom, for reminding me that I am strong,” he says softly. “For being my sun when everything seems dark. For just... being you.”

Jeongguk stares at Jimin, his eyes warm and understanding. Then he squeezes Jimin's hand lightly, a gesture so full of affection that it leaves Jimin breathless. “You don't have to thank me,” Jeongguk murmurs finally. His voice is gentle but firm, leaving no room for arguments. “To offer warmth and light in someone’s darkest hours is what everyone is supposed to do. It's not something that warrants thanks.”

Jimin can only nod, finding himself lost for words at Jeongguk's quiet wisdom. He wants to argue, to let Jeongguk know that his presence in his life merits every ounce of gratitude he has to give, but he knows better than to challenge the determined glint in Jeongguk’s eyes.

Instead, he watches as Jeongguk turns his gaze back towards the garden. The moonlight catches on the side of his face highlighting the gentle curve of his jawline, the softness of his lips, making him look ethereal under the night sky.

Jimin swallows thickly, looking down at their intertwined hands resting comfortably on their laps. He tightens his grip slightly and feels Jeongguk squeeze back in response.

The cherry blossom tree rustles again, its petals flutter down on them like a soft rain, covering them in pastel pink while the scent of cherry blossoms permeates the air around them.

Suddenly Jeongguk stands up, tugging on Jimin's hand. “C'mon, let's go.” he urges, his voice a soft croon in the night. There's a twinkle in his eyes now, a spark of excitement that fizzes up and down Jimin's spine like a comet skirting across the sky.

“Go where?” Jimin asks, allowing himself to be pulled up. His fingers squeeze Jeongguk's comfortingly.

The alpha grins. "An adventure awaits." he simply replies.

“An adventure? Now?” Jimin questions skeptically, but doesn't resist when Jeongguk starts tugging him towards the path leading away from their spot in front of the cherry blossom tree. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“That's what makes it an adventure,” Jeongguk retorts softly, laughing at Jimin’s skeptical expression. “Trust me.”

Despite his hesitation, Jimin finds himself nodding, the tight knot of anxiety in his chest subsiding as he looks into Jeongguk's reassuring eyes. He relishes in the warmth of their linked hands and takes a deep breath, letting himself be led by Jeongguk into the unknown. The cherry blossoms sway gently in the breeze, watching as they retreat from their cover.

They stumble through the woods, laughter echoing around them as they navigate through the darkness. Jimin can't help but marvel at Jeongguk's confidence, his certainty that every step they take is towards something extraordinary.

Branches crackle underfoot and leaves rustle overhead as they make their way deeper into the forest. The moonlight filters through the canopy, casting ethereal shadows that dance around them. Every now and then, Jeongguk stops to point out a constellation or a particular tree, his excitement infectious.

Finally, they reach a clearing bathed in moonlight. A small lake shimmers in its center, reflecting the star-studded skies above. Fireflies flicker around them, their glowing bodies like tiny sparks against the quiet summer night. Jimin gasps, taking in the sight before him. 

Jeongguk squeezes his hand, pulling him closer to the lake's edge. The surface is like a mirror, perfectly reflecting the shimmering glow of the moon. “It's beautiful.” Jimin whispers in awe, more to himself than to Jeongguk.

“It is,” Jeongguk agrees, not taking his gaze off Jimin. His eyes are warm, mirroring the affectionate glow of the fireflies around them. “But not as beautiful as you.”

Jimin blushes at that, looking at Jeongguk with wide eyes. “That’s cheesy.” he laughs, but his words lack any real mockery. His heart warms at Jeongguk’s words and he can’t help but beam back at him under the starlight. “You can’t just say things like that.” He mumbles, the compliment making his heart flutter.

But Jeongguk only chuckles in response, nudging Jimin gently with his shoulder. “Why not? It’s the truth.” He whispers.

Something inside Jimin stirs, the tenderness of this moment making him feel vulnerable yet cherished.

He turns his head slightly, his eyes locking with Jeongguk once more. "You always know the right things to say." He murmurs.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Jeongguk's question is barely audible, whispered into the stillness of the night. He doesn't move, his eyes locked onto Jimin's as he waits for an answer. He looks unsure, anxious even, but there's an undeniable glint of hope in his gaze. 

Jimin blinks at him, momentarily stunned by the question. His heart thunders in his chest, the beat echoing in his ears. He knows he should say something, anything really, but he can only stare back at Jeongguk. This beautiful, kind, and incredible alpha in front of him, wants to kiss him.

He can see the exact moment Jeongguk starts to doubt himself. His gaze wavers and he starts to pull back, his hand slowly slipping away from Jimin's grasp.

“No!” Jimin blurts out quickly, catching Jeongguk's retreating hand before it completely leaves his grasp. “I mean yes!” He stumbles over his words, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he clears his throat. “Yes, you can kiss me. Please.” 

“Oh my god, Jimin! I thought I read everything wrong, thought you were going to say no.” Jeongguk laughs, his smile widening as he gently pulls Jimin closer. The sound of their laughs echoes through the quiet night and gives wings to the butterflies in Jimin's stomach. 

His hand cradles the back of Jimin's head tenderly, a quiet reassurance amidst the nervous anticipation that fills the air.

Jimin laughs shyly, unable to contain the fluttering excitement in his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispers sheepishly, barely audible above the beating of his heart. “You can kiss me.”

Jeongguk chuckles, his thumb brushing against Jimin's cheek in a tender gesture and the omega gulps, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he watches Jeongguk's face inch closer, his eyes closing slowly.

His scent intensifies, filling their surroundings with an intoxicating warmth that has Jimin's breath hitching in his throat.

And then, Jeongguk’s lips are on his— soft, gentle yet insistent. It is a delicate dance of trust and longing; a silent confession that sends waves of electricity coursing through his veins. The kiss isn't rushed or hungry but slow and languid, as if they have all the time in the world.

Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk's neck, pulling him closer. The rush of emotion is overwhelming, but he lets it wash over him, drowning in the intensity of the moment. Their lips move in sync, a gentle rhythm that echoes the beat of their hearts. 

Jeongguk tastes just like he smells— warm and comforting. It's intoxicating, and Jimin finds himself craving more. He deepens the kiss slightly, eliciting a grunt from Jeongguk that sends shivers down his spine.

The world around them ceases to exist. The rustling leaves, the gentle breeze, the chirping crickets— they all fade into background noise as they focus solely on each other.

Jeongguk is the first one to pull away, albeit reluctantly. His eyes flutter open, meeting Jimin's gaze with an intensity that takes his breath away. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, both trying to catch their breaths.

“I've wanted to do that for a while,” Jeongguk admits, his gaze never wavering from Jimin's lips. His voice is a soft murmur, filled with an unsaid promise that sends a jolt of electricity up Jimin's spine. The alpha leans in for a few more kisses, each one just as soft and sweet as the last, leaving Jimin's heart aching for more.

Jimin blushes, a soft hue of pink that rivals the cherry blossom petals. “Only for a while?” he teases, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight as he chuckles. 

Jeongguk pulls away again, this time with a soft sigh, his fingers tracing patterns on Jimin's cheek. “Okay, not just a while,” he admits. “Since the first time I saw you.”

A gasp escapes Jimin's lips and he finds himself staring at Jeongguk in surprise. “You—, you've liked me for that long?”

Jeongguk nods, his hand finding Jimin's once again and intertwining their fingers. He looks down at their entwined hands, a silent promise of things to come. “I think even before that.” he murmurs quietly, almost too quiet for Jimin to hear.

Jimin’s brows furrow, trying to decipher what exactly 'before' means in this context, but before he can ask, Jeongguk continues.

“I think I've always known. Even before I met you,” he says softly, eyes never leaving their intertwined hands. “It sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? I just know that my alpha has been waiting for you.”

Jimin feels his lips curve into a smile involuntarily, his heart pounding at Jeongguk's confession. “It doesn't sound ridiculous at all.” His voice is faint, barely audible over the sounds of night but it carries an undercurrent of genuine happiness. “I feel the same.”

Jeongguk lifts their hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to Jimin's knuckles. “You do?” He asks, his voice a mere whisper as if he’s afraid any louder will shatter the moment.

Jimin nods, his gaze locked with Jeongguk's. “I've felt this pull towards you since the first time we met,” Jimin admits, his voice filled with wonder. “It was more than just attraction... it was like my omega recognized your alpha.” He takes a deep breath. “Like—, like… we are meant to be.”

The look in Jeongguk's eyes softens and then he’s closing the distance again, their lips meeting once more. Jimin feels like he's floating, the intensity of the kiss leaves him breathless and wanting more; each touch searing his skin like a brand.

They pull each other so close, until there's no space left between them. The world beyond them fades into insignificance as they lose themselves in each other, as though their souls have found their matching halves after centuries of searching.

When they finally pull apart, their hearts are pounding in sync, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Jimin's eyes sparkle with joy and love under the radiant glow of the moonlight.

“You're the most beautiful flower I‘ve ever seen.” Jeongguk says quietly, the words slipping out with his next breath as if they have a life of their own.

Jimin giggles at that, ducking his head to hide the blush that's surely tinting his cheeks a rosy hue. “You're really sappy, you know that?” he remarks, but there's a fondness in his tone that makes Jeongguk's heart flutter.

“I can't help it,” Jeongguk responds, bringing a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear. “I've never felt like this before.”

“Like what?” Jimin asks quietly, curious to know all of Jeongguk’s thoughts. His eyes meet Jeongguk's, with an intensity that sears him to the core.

Jeongguk pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. He's silent for so long that Jimin starts to worry he said something wrong. Then, finally, he says, “Like I'm complete. Like everything I've ever wanted is right here in my arms.”

His gaze is so intense, his voice so sincere, that Jimin has to look away, if only to hide the tears starting to prick his eyes. All he can manage is a soft whisper, “Jeongguk—” his voice choked with emotion.

But Jeongguk simply pulls him closer, wrapping an arm around him and pressing his lips against his forehead. They stand there for a long while, Jimin's face burrowing into Jeongguk's chest, inhaling the comforting scent of his alpha. 

The silence is comfortable between them, their hearts beating in tandem, their breaths harmonizing in the tranquil night air.

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Months have passed since his first day at the sanctuary. The leaves have shifted from shades of green to a palette of reds, oranges, and yellows. The crunching beneath Jimin’s feet is a testament to the continuous cycle of life. 

Autumn has settled in with its gentle cool breeze, twirling leaves off their branches and bringing the promise of new beginnings.

And with the change of the seasons, something has blossomed between Jeongguk and Jimin. A love that was once a bud is now a thriving, beautiful bloom.

Jeongguk's presence has become an integral part of his life now, a constant anchor amidst the ever-changing landscape. 

The alpha is there during his morning walks, offering a strong arm for support when the path grows steep. He's there in the afternoons, listening patiently as Jimin shares stories of his past, his voice a soothing balm to the searing wounds of his past. He's there during the dark nights when nightmares threaten to pull him under, soothing Jimin back to sleep with gentle words and comforting touches. 

He's there in every moment, every breath, every beat of Jimin's heart.

Most of all, Jeongguk is there in the warmth that lingers long after they touch, in the smiles exchanged over shared conversations, in the silences that speak louder than words. He's there in each shared sunrise and anticipating sunset, in the laughter-filled days and quiet nights filled with whispered secrets and dreams.

But there are days that are harder than others, where Jimin feels like he is teetering at the edge of a precipice, on the brink of falling back into his past. On those days, Jeongguk will hold him tighter and whisper reassurances in his ear. He will tell him how wonderful he is, how strong he is, and how proud he is of him. 

These are the moments that makes Jimin's heart flutter with overwhelming emotion, rendering him speechless as all he can do is wrap his arms tighter around Jeongguk and bury his face deeper into his solid chest.

They still haven’t done anything more than kissing and scenting each other. Jeongguk knows that Jimin is still repairing himself, still learning how to navigate the world in a new light, still rebuilding his strength day by day. 

He stopped taking his suppressants a while ago, letting Jeongguk finally know his scent. He was anxious the day he stopped, thinking what his ex had told him would be Jeongguk’s exact thoughts too— but it wasn’t, of course it wasn’t. 

Jeongguk was addicted to his lilac scent. Any time the alpha got the chance, he would burrow his nose into Jimin’s scent glands and breath it in, relishing the unique, sweet blend that was so distinctively Jimin. He'd pull away reluctantly, when his lungs demanded air, only to dive back into that intoxicating aroma a moment later.

Even telling him that when spring comes again, he will plant a lilac bush in the garden.

Not once has he forced himself on Jimin or made Jimin do something he was not ready for. Instead, Jeongguk was always patient, always understanding. He was content with just being there for the omega, with helping him heal, with standing by his side through it all.

Jeongguk was gentle with him, always so incredibly gentle. He would kiss him softly and trace the curve of his lips with a tender touch that would leave Jimin breathless. He would hold him close, arms wrapped around him as if he never wanted to let go as he whispered endearments into Jimin's ear, his warm breath causing shivers to dance down his spine. 

His actions always speak louder than words, a steady stream of care and patience emanating from the alpha.

Sometimes, on quiet nights when they lay side by side, Jeongguk will trace patterns on Jimin's skin with his fingers, causing goosebumps to rise in their wake. He was painting new memories over his old scars with every gentle caress, every loving look, every shared laugh.

But there are moments when Jimin's heart aches for more, when he catches a fleeting glimpse of desire in Jeongguk's gaze or feels the warmth emanating from him. In those instances, he can see it clearly— an invitation mirrored in Jeongguk's eyes, reflecting his own deep-seated longing.

As the leaves change color and fall around them, Jimin finds himself falling more and more in love with Jeongguk. With every shared moment, every comforting touch, every soothing word, his love for Jeongguk deepens. In his heart, he knows he is finally safe. 

“I’m ready.” Jimin says one evening as they sit together, their bodies nestled against each other in front of a crackling fire. The omega’s words hang in the air, a confession filled with honesty and vulnerability. 

Jeongguk turns to him, his brown eyes reflecting the dancing flames, there's that familiar gentleness inside of them that Jimin knows so well by now, but also an intensity that makes his breath hitch in his throat. 

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitatingly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jimin smiles at him, nodding slowly. “I am. I want you.”

There is a moment of silence between them as Jeongguk takes in his words. Then, Jeongguk leans forward, capturing Jimin's lips in a kiss, gently at first but soon turning rough and heated. There's a visible shift in the atmosphere between them, more intense than before.

Jeongguk's hand leaves a warm trail as it moves from Jimin's nape to his waist, pulling him closer. Their bodies mold together as if drawn by an invisible force, each contour fitting perfectly into the other like intricate puzzle pieces. The world around them fades into oblivion, leaving only them and the fire crackling in the background.

Suddenly Jeongguk breaks away from the kiss, panting slightly. His eyes hold Jimin's with a fierce determination. “Are you completely sure?” He asks again, his voice full of concern.

Jimin answers by pulling Jeongguk back into a heated kiss, pouring every ounce of certainty and love he feels for him into it. “Yes, please, alpha. I want you.”

Jeongguk's response is immediate and fervent as he pulls Jimin even closer. “We need move to my room then, can’t let anyone else see you like this.” His whispered suggestion sends a shiver down Jimin's spine, darkening his eyes with anticipation. 

Slowly he nods, letting Jeongguk help him up from their comfortable position next to the fire. The flames flicker a little, as if in protest at their departure.

Jeongguk's hand is warm in his own, the sensation grounding him as they walk together through the quiet sanctuary. Once they reach Jeongguk's bedroom, the alpha takes a moment to look at Jimin, as if memorizing this exact instance before he steps forward to close the door behind them. 

The alpha starts undressing him slowly, big hands exploring each curve, each line of Jimin’s body with a reverence that leaves him breathless. His touch is tender, yet there's an urgency behind it that belies his need. Each brush of his fingers against Jimin's skin sends shivers of anticipation coursing through him, igniting desire hotter than the flames had been.

There's a sense of familiarity in the way Jeongguk’s hands glide across his bare skin.

In response, Jimin's hands find their way to Jeongguk's shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as if time is fluid and they have all of eternity to explore each other. 

There's a muted gasp from Jeongguk as Jimin's hands caress his chest, followed by a throaty groan that seeps into the quiet room, like a secret only meant for Jimin's ears. He presses a kiss to Jeongguk's scent gland, wanting the alpha’s scent to swallow him whole— and it does, the rich scent of vetiver and lavender sticking to his skin and marking him as his. 

In response, Jimin reciprocates on pure instinct, his own lilac scent mingling with Jeongguk’s as he scents the alpha. The room filling with a heady mix of their scents, creating an intoxicating aroma that fills their senses. 

His lips leave a trail from Jeongguk’s jawline down to his scent gland, savoring the salty tang of his skin and feeling him gasp in response. He nibbles at the sensitive juncture of neck and shoulder, where his omega longs to sink its teeth into, his jaws throbbing with desire.

Jeongguk's large, calloused hands glide over Jimin's bare back, tracing the curves of his spine with delicate precision. They move lower, gripping at Jimin's firm thighs with a possessive force. In one swift and effortless movement, Jeongguk lifts Jimin into the air, carrying him to the bed as if he weighs nothing.

The moonlight filters through the window, casting a heavenly glow on their entwined bodies. The soft light only adds to the intimacy of the moment, highlighting every curve and contour of their skin.

As they land on the soft sheets of the bed, Jimin finds himself pinned beneath Jeongguk's sturdy body. He can see the raw desire in Jeongguk's darkened eyes as they roam over his body. “You're so beautiful.” Jeongguk whispers in a husky tone, sending shivers down Jimin's spine. 

His words are filled with adoration, evident in the gentle caress of his fingertips as they trail down Jimin's side with almost reverent tenderness, as if afraid of breaking the omega.

Jeongguk remains patient, allowing Jimin to adjust to their close proximity at his own pace. He nuzzles into his neck, planting feather-light kisses to the soft skin there that cause Jimin to sigh with contentment. The heat of their bodies radiates off each other, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.

“I want to make you mine.” The feeling of Jeongguk’s lips on him, coupled with those words whispered into his ear are enough to turn Jimin's brain into mush. 

Every touch, every word from Jeongguk feels like a brand searing into his soul. “But I’m already yours.”

Jeongguk pulls away just enough to meet Jimin’s eyes once more. The lust-filled gaze he receives is almost too much for him to handle, tears pricking at his own eyes in response. Jeongguk's words hold so much weight, carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken dreams and desires that Jimin shares with him.

“I want us to mate,” Jeongguk confesses, his voice barely audible in the hushed room but echoing loudly in Jimin's heart. “I want a mini version of you to run around our home, laughing and playing without a care in the world. I want us to have a family.” His words hold such raw vulnerability and longing that it brings tears to Jimin's eyes.

Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk's neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads touch and their breaths mingle in the small distance between them. “I want that too,” he whispers back, his voice choked with emotion. “I want to be with you forever.”

And in that moment, as they lie in each other's embrace, everything else fades away as they both know that this is where they belong; together, forever.

The tears that have been threatening to fall finally do, tracing a warm trail down his face. Jeongguk reaches up, brushing them away with a thumb. “I love you. More than I have words to say.” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to Jimin's forehead.

Jimin clings closer to Jeongguk, relishing the feel of his strong arms wrapped around him and the warmth that naturally radiates from him. He takes a shaky breath, burying his face in the crook of Jeongguk's neck. “I love you too.” he whispers back, his voice muffled into the skin there. “So, so much.”

Jeongguk pulls back to kiss Jimin once more, this time there’s no stopping him or the urgency that pours out from him as their lips meet. His kiss is a vow, a promise filled with all the longing, all the yearning he's felt since he first laid eyes on Jimin. The room fades away until the only thing that exists for them is each other— their scents, their taste, their touch.

Sighs become moans, whispers turn into declarations as the two lose themselves to each other. Jeongguk’s hands roam over Jimin’s body, mapping out every line and curve, committing them to memory.

Jimin clings onto Jeongguk, his fingers digging into the alpha’s broad shoulders as he fingers Jimin open, his slick dripping onto Jeongguk's hand. 

His arousal is heady, intoxicating, and Jimin can't help but arch his back, begging for more as Jeongguk complies eagerly, his fingers slipping in even deeper and making Jimin’s breath hitch when he hits just the right spot— pleasure washing over him in waves.

“Your scent—, it’s addicting. I can't get enough of you. I need to taste you.” And then Jeongguk is sinking down lower, his tongue licking a trail of burning kisses down Jimin's torso, caressing the skin there with an earnestness that leaves Jimin gasping and writhing beneath him. 

“A-ah! A-alpha!” Jimin moans loudly, not used to feeling this amount of pleasure.

“I can’t wait for the day when you’re all round and full of our pups.” He murmurs against Jimin’s navel, his hot breath causing Jimin to shudder as he continues his descent. 

His hair brushes lightly against the skin of Jimin’s inner thighs, a tantalizing tease before he tastes what he’s been craving. And the omega can do nothing but moan in response, his fingers threading through Jeongguk's dark locks as the other man disappears further down. 

The sensations are too much, overwhelming in their intensity, yet he craves every bit of it. 

Jeongguk doesn't rush, taking his time to savor every reaction, every gasp and quiver from Jimin. He laps at Jimin's slick hole, his taste intoxicating and sweet just like the finest syrup. He draws out his pleasure, alternating between teasingly slow licks and faster ones that make the omega see stars.

“Oh god—, G-guk—,” Jimin gasps out, hands gripping at the bed sheets tightly. His body is a live wire, each touch sending jolts of pleasure through him.

Jeongguk merely hums in response, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure coursing through Jimin’s body. He continues his ministrations until Jimin is nothing more than a trembling mess beneath him, breath hitching in anticipation of the climax he knows is imminent. 

“Ah—, p-please,” Jimin pants out, arching his back off the bed. His body convulses with pleasure and he can feel himself teetering on the precipice of release. 

In response, Jeongguk goes at him with renewed vigor, his movements both skillful and determined as he applies just the right amount of pressure making Jimin come undone beneath him. 

The sensation is so profound that he can't help but cry out— a guttural sound that echoes around the room. He writhes beneath Jeongguk's touch, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure as he rides out his climax, slick pouring out of him in copious amounts. 

Jeongguk licks and laps it all up happily, addicted to the euphoric taste until Jimin is left shuddering and gasping for breath. 

His body is putty in the alpha's hands, drifts of sensation wracking through him in waves. Jeongguk pulls back, watching as Jimin trembles through the aftermath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You’re so beautiful like this, flushed and sated.” The omega's smell is thick in the air, a sweet mix of arousal and satisfaction that makes Jeongguk's inner alpha preen.

“Alpha, k-kiss me—,” the omega begs.

“Of course, baby.” Jeongguk says, crawling back up to nuzzle Jimin's face, his features soft with adoration. He bends down, pressing a searing kiss to Jimin's still panting lips. It’s long and languid, a mix of love and tenderness.

When Jeongguk finally pulls back, he takes in the blissed-out look on Jimin's face, the satisfied smile tugging at his lips. There's a certain beauty to the sight, a rawness that sends his heart hammering against his ribcage. 

Jimin reaches up, his fingers brushing gently against Jeongguk's cheek. “Will you—, uhm… fuck me now?” He whispers shyly, his voice hoarse but his eyes full of anticipation and trust.

The alpha lifts himself up, sitting on his knees as his eyes remain on Jimin, watching as the omega’s chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. Gently, Jeongguk eases a finger inside again. “Is this what you want?” He asks, his voice barely more than a whisper as he watches Jimin's reaction.

Jimin's lips part in an audible gasp. “N-no.” Jimin shakes his head, “Want your cock.”

“Are you sure?” Jeongguk murmurs softly, thumb brushing gently over Jimin's bottom lip, looking deep into his eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. 

Jimin nods fervently, arching his back slightly off the mattress to press himself closer to Jeongguk. “Please,” he breathes out, a pleading whisper that sends a thrill down Jeongguk's spine.

There's no waiting after that. A soft nod from Jeongguk and his fingers are replaced by something far larger, far more intimate. 

The anticipation sharpens Jimin's senses, sets his heart pounding in his chest, but there's no discomfort— only the weight of Jeongguk and the soft press of his lips against Jimin's. 

“Relax.” Jeongguk murmurs against his skin, a tender command that sends warmth flooding through Jimin's veins and easing the tension in his muscles. His fingers card through Jimin's hair soothingly.

Jimin’s breath hitches as Jeongguk pushes in slowly, deeply. He squeezes his eyes shut, steadying himself with a shaky hand on Jeongguk's shoulder. It starts slow, a gentle rhythm that grows with each panting breath and needy whimper from Jimin.

The room fills with a symphony of soft gasps and whispered promises. Jeongguk watches him carefully, as though trying to memorize every gasp of pleasure, every twitch of satisfaction that flickers across Jimin 's face. 

The intensity of his gaze is too much, making Jimin shut his eyes against the scrutiny, only to have Jeongguk gently brush his thumb over his cheekbone.

“Look at me, Jimin,” he breathes softly into Jimin's ear, his voice thick with desire. “I want to see you.”

With a shaky breath, Jimin complies, opening his eyes and meeting Jeongguk's gaze head on. He can see his own reflection in the dark pools of Jeongguk's eyes— he can almost see the flush on his cheeks and the softness in his gaze. 

He doesn’t remember sex ever feeling like this, it used to be something he was incredibly scared of, but fear has no place here. Not in the warmth of Jeongguk's arms, not in the devouring yet tender gaze meeting his own. In this moment, fear is a distant memory lost in the waves of pleasure that crashes against the shore of his existence. 

He marvels at how Jeongguk makes him forget about his worries, swallowing them whole and replacing them with something beautiful, something called love.

“J-Jeongguk,” Jimin sobs, his voice barely audible above their labored breathing. “A-ah, I—,” He stutters out again, his voice trembling with the intensity of his emotions. 

He reaches up, intertwining his fingers within Jeongguk's hair, pulling him closer.

“Yes?” Jeongguk answers, voice strained and low. His gaze is locked onto Jimin’s, potent with unspoken words and promises yet to be fulfilled.

Jimin opens his mouth to speak but words falter under the sharp gasp escaping his lips. A choked sob tumbles from his lips at the way his cock moves inside of him, the raw honesty of the moment making his heart pound heavily in his chest. 

They moan and gasp between kisses into each other’s mouths as their bodies move in perfect harmony. Jeongguk moving expertly inside of him.

Jimin's nails scrape gently against Jeongguk's scalp as he arches his back against the onslaught of pleasure. “I love you,” Jimin whispers brokenly. “I love you, so much.”

Jeongguk moves with unhurried thoroughness, savoring each gasp he wrenches from Jimin's lips. “I love you too, my beautiful omega.” The rhythm of their bodies melds with the pounding of their hearts, setting a tempo that reverberates through each nerve ending. “You’re perfect. I love you so much more than you could possibly know.”

Tears prick the corners of Jimin's eyes, rolling down his flushed cheeks. He feels so happy and so safe.

“No, it's alright, baby.” Jeongguk assures him in between gasps for air. “Don’t cry.” The alpha shifts his position slightly, seeking that one spot inside of Jimin that will send him spiraling down the abyss of pleasure. 

A whimper escapes Jimin's lips at the new angle, his body arching into the pleasure. Their bodies glisten with sweat under the dim light, painting a picture of raw passion and vulnerability. 

“G-Guk... Ah—,”  is all he manages out, voice shaky, gasps interspersed among the words. His hands grip tighter into Jeongguk's hair, legs wrapping more securely around his waist to pull him even closer. “B-bite me, p-please.” Jimin begs as he turns his head to the side to expose the creamy stretch of his neck, eyes screwed shut in anticipation. “I wan—, need it.”

“Okay, baby. But I need you to stay still, okay?” Jeongguk rasps out, thumb gently stroking Jimin's cheek as reassuring comfort. His heart throbs with a fierce love that leaves him breathless; raw and overwhelming. 

A nod and soft whimper from Jimin is all the affirmation Jeongguk needs. With a low growl, he leans in and presses his lips against the flushed skin of Jimin's jugular. His thumb continues its soothing motions on Jimin's cheek while his sharp canines graze against the delicate skin. 

His movements are gentle, even as he thrusts into Jimin with increasing intensity. Just as the omega reaches his peak of ecstasy, Jeongguk sinks his teeth into Jimin's flesh, marking him as his own. 

Sharp, searing pleasure floods Jimin’s senses, overwhelming him. His back arches off the bed, a choked gasp escaping his lips. There's pain, there's pleasure and there's Jeongguk— all him, surrounding him, filling him to the brim. He can feel their hearts beating in sync, the rhythm of their connection carrying them even higher.

The room fills with their quiet gasps and groans, the raw and primal sounds of their passionate love. Jeongguk's strokes become less controlled and more desperate as he chases his own release. His fingers grip harder on Jimin's hips as he drinks in the beautiful sight of his lover lost in pleasure beneath him. 

The alpha’s knot begins to swell and the sensation feels overwhelming, veering on the edge of too much, but Jimin welcomes it with a throaty moan, tightening his hold around Jeongguk.

“Gonna—” Jeongguk manages to mutter between heavy breaths, his fingers digging into Jimin's skin. Suddenly, sharp heat engulfs them both as Jeongguk gives one final thrust, his knot locking them together. 

Jimin cries out, a mix of pleasure and pain as he feels Jeongguk’s knot filling him to the brim and his cum coating his inner walls, his entire body spasming in response.

Jeongguk grunts, forehead resting on Jimin's chest as he tries to catch his breath. As he pulls away, Jeongguk can't help but admire the sight before him. His Jimin, flushed and panting beneath him, eyes glazed with satisfaction and pleasure— marked by him. “Mine." He growls possessively, lips trailing kisses along the bitten area, soothing it with gentle licks. “My mate.”

Jimin cries out again, Jeongguk's name a desperate plea on his lips as tremors of pleasure continues to rock through his body as the alpha’s knot continues to spurt inside him. He can feel it, the pulsing heat that fills him to his core, every last drop of Jeongguk's essence sinking deep within him, marking him everywhere. 

He clings to his alpha even tighter, urging him to stay close. “Yours.” he whispers breathlessly in reply, heartbeat pounding in his chest. His mating bite throbs, but it feels good, leaving a tingling sensation flowing through his body. 

Still buried deep within Jimin, Jeongguk pulls him closer, their sweat-slicked bodies sliding against each other with delicious friction. He captures Jimin's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the soft whimpers that spill from them. 

His hands reach up to tangle themselves in Jeongguk's thick hair as Jeongguk presses his face into the crook of Jimin's neck, his hot breath fanning over the sensitive bitten area. He nuzzles against it tenderly, murmuring soft words of endearment. His teeth graze against the mark once more, a silent reminder of their bond.

Jeongguk brushes his fingers through Jimin's hair lightly, loving the way his lover closes his eyes and melts into his touch. His heart swells with emotions he can't put into words, the intensity of his feelings for Jimin overwhelming him. “I love you.” he whispers against Jimin's hair, inhaling the familiar scent that has become his home.

Jimin turns to face him, his eyes twinkling with unshed tears. “I love you too, Jeongguk.” he replies earnestly as they meet in a kiss again.

When they finally pull apart, it’s only by a fraction. Their eyes meet in the dim light of the room; twin pools of adoration reflecting back at each other. In that stare, there is no room for secrets or lies. Only truth; raw and unfiltered.

With the change of seasons, the love between Jeongguk and Jimin continues to bloom, taking root in the deepest corners of their hearts. The leaves outside might fall and the air might turn cold, but inside, their hearts will always remain warm. 

“Did you know that swans mate for life?” Jeongguk murmurs, leisurely tracing lazy circles on Jimin's back. "They choose one partner and that's it. They stay with them for the rest of their lives. Isn't that beautiful?” Jeongguk continues, his voice barely a whisper. Afraid to break the serenity of the moment, their quiet exchange only adding to the intimacy surrounding them.

Jimin chuckles, a small smile gracing his lips. “Are you saying we're swans now?” he teases, propping himself up on his elbow to get a better look at Jeongguk.

Jeongguk shrugs nonchalantly, a playful glint in his eyes. “Yeah.” He grins.

Something warm blossoms in Jimin at the implications of what his alpha is saying. He reaches up, gently brushing away a loose strand of hair from Jeongguk's face, his touch as soft as the smile that lights up his face. “It’s also true for wolves, or at least.. it is for me.” he states happily.

And as the last flowers and petals fall from their branches, the love between them keeps blossoming, unfazed by the changing seasons outside. Like a perennial plant, their bond is relentless and robust; it is destined to survive and thrive through every storm that dares to shake its foundation. 

The two will keep holding on to each other, rooted firmly in the fertile soil of love.

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