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“Mmh, harder… Fuck–”

Yeah, fuck. Of course this is happening tonight, of all nights. 

Jeongguk actually has things to do, a deadline to meet. He doesn’t have time to get distracted by the muffled evidence of his neighbor’s active sexlife.

He shouldn’t get distracted. His neighbor is a piece of shit, after all. Unfortunately for everyone, that same piece of shit is dating Park Jimin, also known as the prettiest omega Jeongguk has ever laid eyes on, with a voice worthy of worship. So, easier said than done.

Jeongguk quickly puts his gaming headset on and opens Spotify on his desktop, clicking the first playlist he sees—daylist: eastern hemisphere soda pop thursday evening ... What the hell, sure.

An old iKON song barely competes with the ridiculously thin wall separating him and the dorm in which his neighbor is getting nonsensically lucky at the moment. And—while he easily filters out the unattractive grunts and groans of his neighbor—the soft notes of that other, melodic voice still travels like a sweet, conspicuous scent-trail to Jeongguk’s trained eardrums. 

It’s not like he has purposefully made it a habit. Sure, the erotica he reads sometimes includes voyeurism, but he would never actually seek it out in real life—purposefully. He couldn’t have known how thin the walls were when he moved into the college dorms, he just wanted a conveniently short walk to class. 

It’s been six months since college started—six months he’s been stuck with hearing any and every moderately loud noise from the dorm next to his. 

Jeongguk hears that sorry excuse of an alpha get to spend time with the sweetest, most beautiful omega in school, hears when they fight and when they fuck. Every night like this one, he’s hit with a mix of strong jealousy and guilty arousal. 

Now, he grits his teeth and tries to refocus his attention to the simple 2D game he needs to finish creating within the next hour. 

The assignment is easy—he’s barely two months into his second semester, after all. The only requirements are player movement, one enemy, collision detection and win or lose condition, but of course Jeongguk had to make it more complicated by upping the graphics. 

He curses as he tries to fix a code that was creating a bug in the enemy AI, all the while mouthing the words to a headache-inducing song that was over-played by the radio last year and actively not listening to Jimin’s airy moans and definitely not picturing Jimin naked.

Needless to say, every simple thing he needs to get done takes much longer than necessary and by the time the assignment is submitted at 23:59 he’s sweating through his shirt. The relief that washes over him feels almost sexual, because now he can finally, semi-guiltily go jerk off in the shower to fantasies of a certain blond omega before he goes to bed. 

*ೃ༄

The next morning, Jeongguk runs into Jimin on the way to the gym. The omega comes out of Hyunsik’s dorm right when Jeongguk leaves his own.

“Oh, Jeongguk-ah,” Jimin says with the start of a smile which grows bright and beautiful on his face. It’s always the same one when he sees Jeongguk and, each time, Jeongguk can’t help but return it. 

“Hey, Jimin hyung. Everything good?”

Jimin nods, cheeks slightly pink, caramel scent blooming sweet and charming around them. Jeongguk can’t believe this is the same person who he can hear moaning and whining lewdly through the wall at night. Hyunsik, that lucky motherfucker.

“Are you on your way to the gym? Me too! Let’s–”

Jimin gets cut off when his boyfriend appears behind him. Hyunsik always looks like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but the glare he fixes Jeongguk with is better compared with something straight from hell.

“You forgot something inside, baby.”

Jeongguk barely suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. It’s almost comical how little Hyunsik trusts Jimin. He supposes the paranoia is valid in a way, considering Jimin is so fucking far out of Hyunsik’s league, but it still makes Jeongguk’s skin crawl seeing first-hand how controlling the other alpha is.

A frown forms on Jimin’s face. “Huh? I didn’t–”

Hyunsik pulls on Jimin’s waist and kisses him. He maintains eye contact with Jeongguk out of the corner of his eye, and this time he looks so fucking smug it makes Jeongguk feel physically ill with contempt. 

Worst of all is how right Hyunsik is. Jeongguk is jealous. He wants what the other alpha has.

Jimin is a junior majoring in dance, one of the top students and one of the most talked about omegas at college—partly because of his skills, yeah, but mostly his sweet personality and striking beauty. That, and the fact that he’s dating Hyunsik. 

Hyunsik is barely taking any classes, he just throws parties and is popular within the fraternities for being the stereotypical confident, buff, frat-boy alpha. Jeongguk has no clue what Jimin sees in him.

He forces himself to look away and keep walking. The sound of a door closing is heard behind him and Jeongguk knows Hyunsik will try to keep the omega busy until there is no chance they’ll run into each other at the gym.

Jeongguk decides he will punch the sand bag until it breaks today if it means getting rid of the memory of that douchebag kissing Jimin.

“You make me feel so fat, you know that?” Taehyung says accusingly when Jeongguk slumps down next to him with his heavy bag, hair still dripping from using the gym showers.

Working out in the morning is kind of a hassle when he’s got an early lecture, but Jeongguk makes it work. The gym is packed at all other times and it’s extremely uncomfortable to have someone breathing down his neck, waiting for him to finish his sets. 

“No one is stopping you from joining me.”

Taehyung sniffs in offense, but has no time to come up with a clever comeback before the professor calls for their attention.

Two hours later, Jeongguk is a bit brain dead and he’s also starving since he had no time for breakfast.

“I’m going to Timon’s, you coming?” 

Taehyung gives him a halfheartedly apologetic smile as they exit the classroom. “Sorry. I gotta go to the sewing lab for… inspiration,” he says with a wag of his eyebrows. 

Jeongguk huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. He’s very well aware of what that really means—Taehyung has been trying to get into the expensive pants of a certain fashion design major for weeks now. 

“Good luck with that.” 

Taehyung shoots him a confident wink before he disappears down the hallway. 

Jeongguk is just about to exit the building when he spots the unmistakable blond hair of Park Jimin. 

The omega is walking down the hallway with his nose in a book, wearing a pair of dainty, gold rimmed glasses Jeongguk has never seen him in before. 

Jeongguk takes a step to the side so Jimin bumps into him when he walks past, just to get him to look up.

“Oh, sorry, I– Jeongguk!” That gorgeous sunshine smile takes over Jimin’s face and Jeongguk’s heart somersaults in pure awe. “I missed you at the gym this morning.” 

Jeongguk bites his tongue before he says something passively aggressive about Jimin’s boyfriend. “Me too, hyung,” he says instead with a soft smile. “What are you doing here?”

There is really no reason for Jimin to be in the computer science building.

“Oh, um.” The omega blushes softly and, fuck, he’s pretty. “I’m actually taking a few programming classes. It's sort of a fail-safe, in case the whole dance thing doesn’t work out.”

Jimin raises his hand holding the book: Advanced C++: Language Semantics and Systems Integration.

“Wow,” Jeongguk says, a bit speechless. His already colossal crush on Jimin actively swells. 

Jimin is taking the same coding class he is, but two levels ahead of Jeongguk. That’s so fucking hot.

Jimin chuckles and fixes his glasses, looking self-conscious. Jeongguk suddenly has a lot to say. 

“I mean, that’s so fucking cool. You’re an incredible dancer and you know C++? Leave some talent for the rest of us, hyung.”

Jimin looks up at him with a way more genuine smile, cheeks turning an even deeper shade of pink as he laughs cutely. 

“Thank you, Jeonggukie,” he says, relaxing. He peers at Jeongguk with a contemplating smile. “Hm, don’t tell anyone this, but I really like math.”

Jeongguk lets out a chuckle in disbelief, and can't hold his tongue this time.

“Yeah, wouldn't want Hyunsik to know you’re ten times smarter than him. He’d feel so threatened he might actually pick up a book.”

Jimin’s eyes widen slightly before he bursts out laughing, a hand coming up to rest on Jeongguk’s arm in support. Jeongguk is sure his scent betrays his contentment, lips curving with a proud smile at making Jimin laugh.

“Oh my god, don’t say that,” Jimin says, but his eyes glitter with mirth.

Jeongguk shrugs. “It’s true, though. He probably thinks a template is somewhere people go to pray.” 

Jimin continues giggling and Jeongguk is far too aware of how his hand slides up over his bicep, which he definitely doesn’t flex slightly just for the chance to impress him.

“You’re funny, Gguk. He’s not that bad.”

He totally is, but Jeongguk doesn’t have the heart or the audacity to tell Jimin that. 

“Anyway, now you know, so… if you ever need help with coding, just ask. You’ve got my number, right?”

Jeongguk nods. “Maybe we can study together sometime,” he suggests, trying not to sound too hopeful. Hyunsik is not the only one who’s out of Jimin’s league—even though Jeongguk sees himself several yards closer than Hyunsik ever was. 

Jimin grants him another sunny smile, eyes glinting. “I’d love that!”

Jeongguk kind of wants to pump his fist in the air, but that would be so fucking cringe so he just channels his elation into a wide smile which makes Jimin laugh and get up on his toes to ruffle his hair. 

“I’ll see you around, Jeonggukie.”

“Yeah, see you.” 

Jeongguk watches Jimin disappear behind a group of statistic majors and the smile sticks on his face for an embarrassingly long time after he’s out of sight. 

It’s not like he and Jimin are super close. They’ve never really hung out, but they bump into each other more than a few times a week. 

The first time Jeongguk saw Jimin was orientation day. The omega was working a stand for the dance students’ association, recruiting new members and advertising their back-to-school activities. Jeongguk was just strolling past all of the stands with mild interest before he spotted Jimin and his interest went from mild to severe.

He must have stopped and stared like an idiot because Jimin caught his gaze and waved him over to tell him all about their workshops and social events. Jeongguk couldn’t bring himself to tell him that he was going to study game development and certainly didn’t belong in the dance association, so he just nodded along and mainly took the opportunity to look at Jimin’s face up close. 

Apparently he made some sort of impression on Jimin, because after that the omega recognized him whenever they crossed paths, sending him a grin and a wave which gradually turned into short greetings and small talk. Of course, it didn’t take long before they realized Jimin’s boyfriend lives next door to Jeongguk, and Hyunsik started to become part of their small talk much to Jeongguk’s dismay. 

They exchanged numbers the very first time they met, because Jimin insisted Jeongguk could contact him if he had any questions about the school or the city, and since then he has continued to offer reasons for Jeongguk to text him. 

Up until now, Jeongguk hasn’t taken him up on it. It feels wrong, somehow, to text Jimin when he knows he’s taken. The omega is so sweet and oblivious that he probably doesn’t realize how down bad Jeongguk is for him, and that’s why he keeps insisting. He wants to be friends.

Jeongguk could never be Jimin’s friend. That would be a perfect recipe for disaster. He wants to kiss him way too badly for that to ever work out.

Studying together is good, though. Yeah—a boring enough excuse to hang out with Jimin that it can’t be anything other than innocent, and Jeongguk gets to just be in the omega’s vicinity without any risk of breaking boundaries.

Jeongguk’s great day is slightly dampened when he gets out of the elevator on his floor only to bump into Jimin again, quite literally. That itself would normally make his day even better, but unfortunately Hyunsik is there.

“Watch where you’re going, nerd.”

A muscle in Jeongguk’s jaw twitches, but he decides to focus his attention on Jimin. 

“Sorry, hyung. You alright?”

Jimin shoots him a small, reassuring smile that barely reaches his eyes. “All good.”

Jeongguk remembers his and Jimin’s interaction from earlier and sends Hyunsik a hostile glance. 

“You should work on your insults, Hyunsik,” he advises casually. “Being called a nerd is not that offensive coming from you.”

Jimin purses his lips tightly, but his eyes curve in genuine joy this time. Jeongguk takes that as a win, smiling when he passes them.

“The hell does that mean?” 

Jeongguk almost snorts. “That’s kind of my point,” he says over his shoulder, swiftly unlocking his door before Hyunsik can come make up for his lacking brains with brawn.

Later that evening, Jeongguk’s peace is yet again disturbed by his neighbor. All this in one week has to be some sort of record. Loud music starts playing sometime after 9 pm, deep bass making the walls rattle and the floor vibrate. 

Jeongguk knows well what’s going to happen before it does. The sound of people moving and loud conversations being shouted over the music, then the thudding of shoes hitting the floor when they start dancing. 

Jeongguk ignores it the best he can. He was planning to  sleep early but he guesses it will be another day of late-night gaming. 

He’s in the middle of coordinating a last-minute base defense with his team when there is a knock on the door. Thinking it might just have been another person knocking something into the wall in the dorm next to his, he quickly tilts one side of his headset off his ear to listen while he keeps his eyes on the screen.

Sure enough, another round of knocks sounds through the room, definitely from his own door. 

“Cover me for a second,” he says into the headset.

His team’s shouted curses reach his ears even after he takes the headset off and gets up, hurrying to fling the door open. 

The sense of urgency and impatience evaporates immediately when he comes face to face with Jimin. The omega is positively glowing, obviously coming straight from the party going on next door, dressed up prettily and even wearing a bit of makeup.

Yeah, Jeongguk couldn’t care less about his base getting wiped.

“Hi,” Jimin says, showing off his cute crooked front tooth with the happy smile he’s wearing.

“Hi,” Jeongguk parrots, trying to get in touch with his brain which seems to be out of service right this minute. 

“What are you up to?”

“Uh.” Jeongguk glances behind him to see that his screen is lined with a dramatic red. He definitely carried that team. “Just gaming.”

“Oh,” Jimin hums, still smiling, gaze flicking down Jeongguk’s body and up again.

Jeongguk becomes acutely aware of the fact that he’s in sweatpants and an old shirt he got when he had a small obsession with One Piece. Fuck. 

“Why aren’t you at the party?” he asks, trying to distract Jimin from his fashion choices. 

Jimin seems to shake himself out of his thoughts, eyes brightening. 

“I came to ask if you wanted to join us! There’re jello shots.”

Jeongguk chuckles, leaning his weight on the doorframe. Seems like Jimin is pleasantly tipsy. 

“I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate that.”

Jimin sets his full lips in a pursed pout. “Who cares? I want you to come.”

Jeongguk frankly doesn’t know how to say no to Jimin, but going to that party could only end badly so he tries to get around it some other way.

“Does it look like I’m ready to go out to you?”

Jimin giggles. “You always look good, even in a Luffy shirt.”

Oh, that goes straight to Jeongguk’s ego. 

“You’ve seen it?”

“All 1,155 episodes,” Jimin confirms with a proud nod. He then, almost instantly, seems to realize how nerdy that sounded and looks away with a growing blush. 

“Me too,” Jeongguk says, making Jimin look at him again with a new smile blooming on his face. “Long time ago, though. It’s an old shirt, I swear.”

Jimin laughs and then bites his lip to contain any leftover giggles, looking at Jeongguk in a dangerously adorable way.

“You’re not coming, are you?”

Jeongguk has the strength to shake his head only because Jimin seems to have accepted the fact already. 

“Hm, you’re probably right, anyway. Hyunsik hates that I laugh more with you than I do with him.”

Jeongguk sucks in a breath of pure elation. He’s not sure if Jimin is supposed to be saying this, but the words hit his brain like undiluted dopamine anyway. 

“Anyway… I better go back. Have fun playing, Jeonggukie.”

Jeongguk nods, biting his tongue hard to keep himself from saying something he shouldn’t.

“Goodnight,” Jimin says softly, eyes warm as he backs away. God, Jeongguk almost regrets turning him down. He’s starting to believe throwing caution to the wind is worth it if it means he gets to be close to Jimin.

“‘Night,” Jeongguk says, forcing himself to close the door once Jimin has walked away. 

He regrets his decision even more when, as soon as the party dies and the music turns off, the creaking of the bed starts instead. 

He desperately tries to fall asleep, but his bed is against the same wall as Hyunsik’s. He can hear every small sound Jimin makes and it’s like a fucking drug, keeps him on tenterhooks waiting for the next. 

He wishes he could smell Jimin but apparently, while sound travels freely through the walls—smells don’t. It’s probably for the best, or else the couple would be able to tell how fucking horny Jeongguk gets every time they fuck. That’d be awkward as hell.

“Mmh…”

Jeongguk’s cock is standing up straight against his stomach already. By now it’s a pavlovian response to hearing that soft, mellow tone Jimin’s voice reaches when he’s in bed. 

Biting on his lip hard, Jeongguk loosely strokes himself, waiting for Jimin to lose composure and start making his favorite sounds. 

But when Hyunsik audibly gets closer, Jimin’s doesn’t follow. 

It’s a pretty common occurrence, Jeongguk has come to notice. Most times he hears them fuck, he kind of doubts Jimin even finishes, because his moans stay consistent and almost bored. It doesn’t sound like he loses control and gives in to pleasure the way Jeongguk wants him to. 

It makes his boner gradually die, listening to Hyunsik drown out Jimin’s voice until it stops. 

There is no way Jimin came from that short time of mediocre-sounding dick-game, so this is the part where Hyunsik should suck him off or eat him out or do anything to return the favor. 

But, of course, nothing. Hyunsik starts snoring just moments later. Ungrateful fucking asshole.

Jeongguk imagines Jimin curled up on the other side of the wall, unsatisfied and under-fucking-appreciated. If the omega was in Jeongguk’s bed instead there is no way Jeongguk would allow himself release until Jimin has come at least once. He would worship Jimin’s body for hours if he could. 

Fucking shit, the world is unfair.

Jeongguk wakes up to a text from Jimin waiting for him.

Hey, wanna study together tmrw?☺️

It’s too early for Jeongguk’s heart to be beating this fast, but when he checks the time the text was sent he swears he nearly flatlines. 

03:17. That’s not long after Jeongguk fell asleep, which means Jimin sent him a text after he had underwhelming sex with his boyfriend. Jimin was thinking about him after that shitshow.

Jeongguk has to get up and take a lap around his tiny dorm, just to channel the emotions he’s feeling. 

Sure hyung

So that’s how he finds himself next to Jimin in a booth at Timon’s, watching in awe as Jimin shows him his coding assignment.

“Yah, pick your jaw up from the floor. This is nothing compared to creating a whole game.”

Jimin laughs and flicks two fingers under Jeongguk’s chin to get him to close his mouth. 

Jeongguk turns his head to look at the omega, overwhelmed with how much he fucking wants him. Jimin has to see it on his face. Or at the very least smell it in his scent.

“You’ve literally implemented your own memory management,” Jeongguk deadpans. “I’m still trying not to break things with pointers.”

Jimin looks away with a deepening blush, adjusting his glasses in that self-conscious way.

“You made that sound really nerdy.”

“Hey, I’m a nerd when it comes to this, too.” Jeongguk says with a shrug. When he realizes that Jimin isn’t looking at him, he reaches up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Jimin’s ear, just to gain back his full attention. “The glasses suit you, by the way. Really well.”

Jimin looks at him with slightly widened eyes from the perhaps inappropriate action and compliment, but Jeongguk can’t apologize for telling him the truth. 

“Thank you, Ggukie,” he then says, biting his lip, and his eyes flicker down Jeongguk’s face before he looks away and starts rambling. “I usually wear lenses because I can’t dance with glasses and Hyunsik thinks I look a bit dorky in them, but the lenses kind of hurt my eyes when I’m studying, so…”

Jeongguk tries not to get annoyed, but he’s sure he fails at keeping his scent in check when Jimin turns his head to look at him. 

“Sorry, I talk too much.”

Jeongguk shakes his head firmly. “No, no, that’s not it.”

Jimin glances at him expectantly. “Then…”

“It’s nothing. I just think you should wear glasses more often. That’s all.”

A small smile forms on Jimin’s face, but before he can reply a barista calls out his order number.

Jeongguk arrived a bit earlier than Jimin and didn’t want to get the omega’s order wrong, so he only got himself a sandwich for late breakfast and a triple espresso to calm his nerves. 

Jimin comes back with a dark chocolate cookie and a cup of steaming coffee. Plain black coffee, Jeongguk realizes, thoughts fogging up with his alpha’s beyond satisfied feelings. 

Jimin drinks his coffee black. He likes coffee. Jeongguk smells like strong, newly ground coffee beans. Jimin likes that.

His scent gets stronger and if Jimin notices he doesn’t show it, just takes a sip of the hot drink with Jeongguk’s intense gaze on him. 

He needs to get a grip. A lot of people like their coffee black. A lot of people like his scent.

Still, knowing for sure that Jimin is one of those people makes Jeongguk feel like he could sprint thirty miles. 

“So, what are you working on?” Jimin asks him. Jeongguk snaps out of it to show Jimin his own coding assignment. It’s not as advanced as Jimin’s, but the omega seems very happy to talk to him about it. 

The hours pass by quickly. Jeongguk does a double take when he checks the time after what he thought was just a couple of hours. 

“It’s already past eight.”

Jimin’s eyes widen. “Oh, we should go.”

They pack up and Jeongguk turns to Jimin when he comes to a stop outside.

“You’re not going to Hyunsik’s?”

Jimin shakes his head. “It’s late… I’ve got a morning class.”

Jeongguk nods, eyes flickering over Jimin’s pretty face. His nose is already turning a light pink from the chilly air and the light from Timon’s neon sign reflects in his eyes. 

“Yeah, so… I’ll see you around?”

Jeongguk blinks and comes to his senses. “Wait, I’ll walk you home. It’s dark outside.”

Jimin seems surprised and shakes his head lightly, but a smile and the sweetening of his scent betrays him. Before he can object, Jeongguk starts walking in the direction of the more expensive student apartment blocks, and Jimin touches his arm as he follows next to him.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.”

Jimin’s scent gets even stronger and sweeter, making Jeongguk’s brain slowly start ascending. 

“Okay,” the omega quietly surrenders. Jeongguk looks at him just to see the beautiful smile he hears in his voice. 

*ೃ༄

Jeongguk hasn’t been to that many dorm parties since he started college. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy getting drunk and making poor decisions—it’s just that he kind of enjoys staying home and playing games a tad bit more. 

But there are days like these, where Jeongguk lets his newfound friends convince him to party with them, especially after handing in an assignment or finishing a test. It’s a good way to let off steam—different from working out or cursing into a gaming headset. 

Plus, he really needs to get laid. It’s been way too long and touching himself to the sound of other people getting laid is just depressing. Dorm parties are convenient, then. It’s basically just an excuse for every other horny, stressed out college student to get drunk and uninhibited and sleep with someone. 

The pheromones are thick in the small space, bass thumping through the floorboards. Jeongguk’s got a beer in one hand, the other one rubbing over his jeans to wipe away the clamminess as an omega traces his tattoos, asking him questions about them with fluttering eyelashes. 

The omega—Junseo… Joonseok? No, definitely Junseo—smells like pineapple and something sharper… lime, maybe? It clashes with his own warm, slightly bitter scent, but Jeongguk is on his fourth beer and he’s past caring, really. He just wants to get laid and the omega has shiny black hair and a cool nose piercing. Cute smile, too. Definitely interested in Jeongguk, if the way he’s halfway on his lap is any indication. 

“I’ve seen you around, you know… Never would’ve guessed you were hiding all this under those baggy clothes,” Junseo purrs, feeling Jeongguk’s bicep with one hand and tracing his fingers down the middle of his chest with the other. 

Jeongguk licks his lips, giving a nod and a smile he hopes looks charming enough. He’s never seen Junseo before, probably too hung up on a certain unavailable blond. 

He needs to get his head straight. 

“What’s your major?” Jeongguk asks, indulging in some meaningless small talk as he sips his beer.

“Developmental psychology.”

Ah, shit. Jeongguk doesn’t know anything about that. 

“What’s your read on me?” he asks with a playful smile, hoping that makes sense.

“My read on you?” Junseo hums with a grin, surveying him. “Good heart... Terrible at hiding it. The type to get away with things because people can tell you mean well.”

That’s not what Jeongguk expected at all. He feels his cheeks heat up slightly and looks away, clearing his throat. 

Junseo chuckles, hand squeezing his arm. “And currently acting way too modest when a psychology major is trying to flirt with you.”

Jeongguk laughs, a bit sheepish, licking his lips. 

He’s about to reply, but his eyes catch sight of a blond when he looks up. His heart skips a beat before he even confirms that it’s Jimin, like his body has developed some sort of automatic response to go halfway into cardiac arrest whenever he sees someone with blond hair. 

It’s definitely Jimin, walking toward the kitchen with Hyunsik’s arm around his waist. 

Jeongguk shakes himself out of the small trance. He really needs to get his head straight. 

He puts his cup down on the coffee table and turns his attention to Junseo, watching the omega’s eyes light up before he leans in and kisses him. 

“Maybe not too modest, then,” Junseo says against his lips before he deepens the kiss. 

Jeongguk can taste vodka on Junseo’s tongue, sharp like the lime in his scent. Still, Jeongguk manages to imagine something sweet. Plump lips and honey brown eyes, a crooked front tooth against his lips. Blond locks between his fingers. 

Junseo moans into his mouth and the fantasy breaks. He knows Jimin’s voice too well—craves to hear it too often. 

Jeongguk doesn't object at first when Junseo kisses down his neck, but as soon the omega’s scent invades his senses he pulls back.

“Sorry, I need another drink.”

Junseo grabs his wrist. “Find me later?”

Jeongguk just flashes a smile and that seems to be enough for Junseo. He untangles himself from the omega and stands up. 

He stumbles into Jimin on the way to the kitchen. Of course.

“Jeonggukie,” Jimin greets, smiling a different kind of smile than he usually does. Jeongguk can’t place it. “So you do go to parties, hm?”

Jeongguk takes a breath, trying to stop his head from spinning. He doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way Jimin looks. Like he walked straight out of the centerfold of a magazine to this trashy dorm party.

“Hey, hyung, yeah… Needed to get out.” 

Jimin hums, looking at him with dark, curious eyes. “Having fun?” he asks, eyes flicking over to the couch Jeongguk was just sitting on. 

Jeongguk’s eyes widen slightly, following his gaze to where Junseo is still sitting, now talking to someone else. 

Jimin saw all that? He was… watching?

Jeongguk looks back at Jimin, but the omega just raises his eyebrows as if it’s a casual question. 

Maybe it is. Maybe Jeongguk is just drunk and horny and way too into Jimin. Maybe they are close enough now that it’s normal for Jimin to ask if Jeongguk had fun making out with someone.

“Uh, sure. What about you? Is Hyunsik around?”

Jimin nods, waving it off. “Yeah, he’s here somewhere. Wanna do shots with me?”

That’s definitely a bad idea. Especially with Jimin in this weird mood and with Hyunsik around. 

Jeongguk nods. 

They end up doing more than a few shots together, leaning on the kitchen counter. Jimin tells him about a time he got locked inside a bathroom.

“It was my first party in the dorms too,” Jimin says with a giggle. “It took weeks before I got over it and went to another one.”

Jeongguk chuckles. His thoughts are pleasantly syrupy with alcohol. “But how did you get out?”

“The guy I was locked in with eventually managed to tackle it open.”

Jeongguk hums. “Was it Hyunsik?”

Jimin laughs as if that was a joke. “No way, I didn’t give in to him until two years later. I had my fun first.”

Jeongguk winches. “You made him work for it for two years? Guess I underestimated his character.”

Jimin looks at him with raised eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips. “You don’t think it would be worth it?”

Jeongguk swallows, glancing away. 

“Didn’t say that…”

“Hm, you’re cute, Jeongguk-ah. I’m just teasing you,” Jimin says, giving Jeongguk’s shoulder a little push.

Jeongguk still blushes at the first part, heart racing. 

“I’ve kept you in here for too long, huh? You should go back, have some more fun.”

Jeongguk really doesn’t want to do that. 

“I’m having fun right now,” he argues softly, turning to pour another shot. 

Jimin is grinning cutely when Jeongguk glances at him, pushing his shot glass closer to Jeongguk’s so he’ll fill his as well. 

“Cheers,” Jimin says, intertwining his arm with Jeongguk’s so they can take the shot like that. 

Jeongguk holds Jimin’s gaze as they down the shots, so close. His skin tingles where they touch.

Jimin’s gaze flickers down to his lips, then his throat as Jeongguk swallows the burning liquid, before it fixates somewhere by the alpha’s neck.

“You’ve got some lipgloss…” Jimin trails off, reaches up to rub the spot with his thumb. 

Jeongguk doesn’t know if it’s deliberate or not, but Jimin’s wrist rubs the base of his neck when he does it, brushing by his scent gland. It replaces Junseo’s tart scent with Jimin’s sweet, creamy one, and Jeongguk’s knees are close to giving in. 

He might have made some sort of noise because Jimin’s gaze snaps up to his face again and his eyes blaze, sending a hot current through Jeongguk.

Fuck, this is dangerous. Jeongguk’s drunk, horny brain translates that look to want, and that’s definitely not it. Jimin is taken. Off limits. 

But, god, Jeongguk wishes it was real. 

He mourns the loss of Jimin’s touch when he pulls his hand back. 

“Much better,” the omega murmurs, teeth sinking into his lower lip. 

Jeongguk is so screwed. He’s pretty sure his scent is out of control, unable to tame it with so much alcohol in his system. 

Jimin’s scent is so sweet, too. Mouthwatering and even stronger now that he’s rubbed it on Jeongguk’s neck. It almost feels like a claim, and Jeongguk is far from complaining. The opposite, actually. He’s pretty sure he’s sporting a semi.

“There you are.”

Jeongguk tears his eyes away from Jimin when Hyunsik comes into the room, squashing the mood just like that. 

“What are you doing with this nerd? Let’s go,” Hyunsik says, glaring at Jeongguk as he pulls Jimin to his side.

Jimin glances at Jeongguk over his shoulder as he’s pulled out of the kitchen before he disappears with his boyfriend. 

Jeongguk runs his hand through his hair with a long exhale. So much for clearing his head from Jimin. 

He’s so pent up and it feels like he’s being edged every time he talks to Jimin lately. The worst part is that he’s starting to realize that only Jimin could give him the release he needs, and that’s off the table.

He’s stuck with his imagination and his right hand. 

Later that night, he hears Jimin and Hyunsik fuck again. Much like last time, Hyunsik falls asleep before Jimin finishes. 

This time, though, Jeongguk can hear Jimin toss and turn for a long time, until eventually his breathy moans start reaching his eardrums again.

Jeongguk curses mentally. He already had a sad orgasm when he got home, but his cock still stirs hearing Jimin let out these small, uncontrolled moans, as if he’s really trying to stay silent but can’t help it. 

God, he sounds so good. Jeongguk is sure Jimin is touching himself, making himself feel so much better than Hyunsik can. So much that he’s whimpering, panting loud enough for Jeongguk to hear his breaths through the wall. 

Jeongguk doesn’t even realize that he’s started touching himself before he needs to bite back a moan. His hand is pressing down on his cockhead, rubbing over it without any finesse listening to Jimin’s shaky, muffled moans. He shouldn’t have spent so much of his teenage years reading erotica—his imagination is so vivid because of it. 

He imagines that the omega is biting his lips in an attempt to quiet down, maybe even biting down on his hand or stuffing his mouth with his fingers– Fuck, the image Jeongguk gets is nothing short of obscene, and so fucking pretty. His cock twitches relentlessly, stomach clenching with arousal, hand slipping into his underwear to properly jerk off before he can think better of it.

For the first time, Jeongguk has a really hard time staying quiet while listening in on his neighbor. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been drinking so much, or because the thought of Jimin without Hyunsik is turning him on so much he’s feeling dizzy with it. 

He feels the danger of it—of making a sound and Jimin hearing him being a creep getting off listening to him—but, somehow, it only turns him on even more. 

He flicks his wrist, biting his lip so hard he tastes blood as he strains to hear more of Jimin’s pleasure, needs it to feed his imagination.

He hears Jimin get closer and follows him there, squeezing the base where his knot would be while the other hand works around the rest, breath hitching every time he touches the sensitive head, tingling with pleasure, so close. 

“A-ahh…”

Jimin makes a particularly pretty sound, voice all whiny and desperate. Jeongguk accidentally lets out a choked groan in response, freezing immediately afterward. 

Jimin’s voice stutters and quiets down, the rustle of sheets stopping. Jeongguk’s heart pounds, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to hold his breath, not moving an inch. 

He only lets himself breathe out when Jimin starts again, sounding even more desperate than before, getting a bit careless with the volume of his moans—even starts talking.

“Mmh, please– Nngh… Need more.”

Jeongguk strokes himself quickly, chasing the orgasm burning hot in his groin, imagining Jimin under him, on top of him, anywhere close to him without a wall to separate them. He’d give Jimin more. Anything he needs.

The bed creaks slightly under him, but he’s past caring, hips grinding up to meet his fist, panting and listening to Jimin like it’s the only thing that can make him come. At this point, it probably is. 

As soon as he hears Jimin breath hitch loudly with a drawn out moan following suit, he comes. 

He comes so much and so hard he thinks he’s about to black out, thankful that the pleasure even tightens his airways, completely muting his voice. Jimin moans sweetly through his release and Jeongguk feels like he’s on cloud nine for a solid minute, slowly riding the high. 

It gets quiet after that. Jeongguk lies in the silence, spent. He actually feels satiated, as if he just had really good sex, so it’s easy to ignore the mess he made under the covers and just drift into a deep sleep. 

Jeongguk wakes up to a text from Jimin again. It makes his ego inflate just as much as last time, heart soaring at the idea of Jimin thinking of him after his boyfriend lets him down. 

I had fun tonight… 

Wanna get hangover food and study tmrw?

Me too, hyung

Sounds good, lmk when and where

I’m going out tonight, but I’m free til then

Jimin suggests they meet at his apartment, to which Jeongguk can’t help but say yes even if it might be a bad idea. 

Jeongguk goes there freshly showered, in baggy jeans and his favorite hoodie. He even remembers to wear his glasses, hoping Jimin might feel more comfortable wearing his own if he’s not alone in it. 

The omega opens the door for him with a wide smile spreading over his face. Jeongguk melts at the sight of him, all soft and comfy in his joggers and t-shirt, fluffy slippers on his feet and a pink hue covering his cheeks. 

“Hi, Gguk. Come in.”

Jeongguk smiles, hoping his whipped thoughts don't show too much on his face. “Hey. Thanks.”

Jeongguk tries not to inhale too deeply when he looks around the small home because everything smells like Jimin and he might get addicted. He also avoids looking too much at Jimin’s bed because that’s where he nests and he feels some type of way about that, too.

Jimin grins proudly when Jeongguk compliments the place. They order delivery food and set up their stuff to start studying, but somehow end up talking about anything but coding. 

They talk about their families, their childhoods and what led them to study their majors. Jimin shares that he had a really hard time choosing between dance and maths, and Jeongguk shares his worries about the competition within the game industry. 

Jeongguk only remembers to check the time when he realizes how dark it’s gotten outside the windows.

“Fuck, it’s late.”

Jimin checks the time on his own laptop and his eyes widen. It’s been over four hours.

“Oh, I didn’t realize. You’re going out, right?”

Jeongguk nods. “Crashing the fashion association’s pub crawl. My friend is trying to woo a fashion design senior so I gotta be his wingman.”

Jimin laughs lightly. “Really? Sounds like a tough job. Fashion majors are tricky.”

“I’ve tried to tell him, trust me. He’s stubborn as hell. Honestly, with his mindset, he might actually pull it off.”

Jimin smiles amusedly, eyeing Jeongguk as he packs up his stuff. 

“What about you? Anyone you’ve got your eye on?”

Jeongguk slows down his movements and doesn’t look at Jimin when he answers. 

“Uh. Let’s just say a fashion design senior is an easy feat compared to who I’ve got my eye on.”

“Oh,” Jimin says, and Jeongguk surely imagines the disappointment he hears in that tone. “I’m sure you could do it if you tried.”

Jeongguk just hums, feeling a bit anxious talking about his crush on Jimin with Jimin.

Jimin walks him to the door and Jeongguk turns to him before he leaves.

“You’re not going to Hyunsik’s tonight?”

Jimin buries his hands in his pockets and shakes his head. 

“He’s hanging out with some friends. Fratboy-type alphas. Not really my scene.”

Jeongguk finds some irony in that considering Hyunsik is a fratboy-type alpha. 

“What are you doing tonight, then?”

“Probably gonna study since we didn’t really get anything done.” They chuckle, on the same page of not having many regrets about that. “Maybe do some self-care, read a book or something,” Jimin adds with a shrug.

“Do you want to come with us to the pubcrawl? Taehyung will need all the help he can get, really.”

Jimin chuckles and shakes his head again. 

“I’m still tired from last night. But thank you for asking, Ggukie.”

“Of course. Um, I had a really nice time today,” Jeongguk says honestly. He probably shouldn’t—sounds too much like it meant something more—but he needs Jimin to know that he really likes spending time with him.

Jimin’s face breaks into a bright smile and he steps closer. Jeongguk’s breath hitches when Jimin wraps his arms around his neck and rests his chin on his shoulder, hugging him. He quickly snaps out of his stupor to wrap his arms around Jimin’s waist and hug him back—can’t miss the chance to have him close like this.

“Me too…” Jimin says way too close to his ear. Jeongguk shudders involuntarily and can only hope Jimin doesn’t notice. The omega pulls back and smiles coyly. “Let's do it again soon.”

Jeongguk nods, needing to tear his eyes away from Jimin before he says screw it and just stays with him. 

“I’ll see you around, hyung.”

“Mhm. Bye, Jeongguk-ah.”

Jeongguk gets to his dorm much later than he should. He needs to get ready in under ten minutes or Taehyung is going to murder him. 

When he kicks his shoes off he’s in such a rush that he almost doesn’t acknowledge the noises traveling through the thin walls. 

His brain does several double takes, but he eventually freezes in the middle of the room. 

“Fuuuck, oh my god, right there– Fuck me hard, hyungie.”

The shrill moans make the hairs on Jeongguk’s neck stand up, stomach churning with nausea. That’s not Jimin’s voice. Jimin was just giggling and waving cutely at Jeongguk from the window of the omega’s apartment. 

And it’s definitely not any fratboy-type alpha he’s hearing from Hyunsik’s apartment, either. 

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Yeah? Tighter than your boyfriend, right?”

The disgust quickly morphs into red-hot anger when Jeongguk realizes what’s actually happening. Hyunsik is on the other side of that wall fucking someone who isn’t Jimin, all while Jimin is at home reading a book, thinking his boyfriend is hanging out with his friends.

Hyunsik is cheating on Jimin. Hell no. Fuck no. That’s as far from okay as anything can possibly get. 

Jeongguk tries not to go absolutely insane as the sounds get louder and even more fucking disgusting and disrespectful. Taehyung will actually kill him if he doesn’t show up on time, so he just throws on a new outfit before he storms out of his dorm, making sure to slam his door shut as hard as he can in the meantime. 

Taehyung looks about ready to scold him before he sees Jeongguk and does a double take.

“Oh fuck, you’re pissed,” he gasps. “What the hell did I do? Don’t hit me, okay? I really should’ve joined the gym.”

Jeongguk shakes his head. His jaw hurts from how hard he’s been gritting his teeth and he’s pretty sure he feels the starts of a pounding headache. 

“I need a fucking drink.”

Taehyung drags him inside the first pub and orders four shots. Jeongguk downs them all before Taehyung can even get his hands on one.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk groans, throat burning.

“Yeah, fuck. Two of those were for me,” Taehyung whines. “What the hell happened?”

Jeongguk runs a hand through his hair, desperately waiting for the alcohol to kick in so he can think straight. Or stop thinking entirely.

“Heard my neighbor fucking someone.”

Taehyung doesn’t react. “So? You complain about that all the time, you’ve never reacted this much.”

“It wasn’t Jimin.” Jeongguk almost feels the alcohol make its way back up his throat when he says it out loud. 

Taehyung’s eyes turn comically wide. “Oh shit.”

Jeongguk turns to lean his elbows on the bar counter, head in his hands. 

“Oh shit,” Taehyung emphasises. 

“Yeah,” Jeongguk agrees. 

Taehyung orders two pints of beer this time, surely to make sure Jeongguk can’t steal his again.

“Maybe they broke up?” 

Jeongguk straightens up and shakes his head. 

“I was with Jimin all day today. He thinks Hyunsik is hanging out with his friends.”

“Fuck,” Taehyung curses, his scent turning sour. “Hyunsik is such an ass. I can’t believe he’d do that. I mean, he has Jimin.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” Jeongguk says, and has half a mind to reflect on how serious he feels about that statement. 

“Okay, maybe you should sleep on that one,” Taehyung says nervously. 

Jeongguk downs half his beer and feels a little better. 

“Is Jin here?” 

Taehyung’s eyes light up. “Not yet. I think he’ll be at the next one.”

Jeongguk nods, trying to shake off the rest of the rage.

“Are you gonna be okay, though? We don’t have to do this tonight,” Taehyung reassures him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I know you’ve gotten closer with Jimin, so I’d understand if you bailed.”

Jeongguk considers it, but then shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. I need a distraction.”

Taehyung hesitates for half a second before he smiles. “Okay! You can go anytime you want after I manage to get his attention, though, yeah?”

Jeongguk chuckles. Taehyung sure is confident. “Yeah, alright.”

It’s a good distraction, trying to help Taehyung get the guy he’s pining after. Seokjin is a pretty beta built like a model and he’s aware of it, which makes him twice as hard to charm—even for a natural like Taehyung. 

Jeongguk does his best to hype his friend up and finds it thoroughly entertaining to watch him struggle and simp when he finally has the beta’s attention. An omega sits next to Jeongguk and keeps him company while he keeps track of Taehyung in case he needs him.

By the time Taehyung is led into the bathroom with a dreamy look in his eyes, Jeongguk’s head is pleasantly empty and buzzing with alcohol. 

The rest of the night is kind of a blur. He’s pretty sure he dances with the omega for a while, maybe even drunkenly makes out with her. He stays long enough to catch Taehyung’s gaze when he comes back out of the bathroom looking like he’s had his whole world rocked. His friend sends him two indiscreet thumbs up in his state of pure euphoria and leaves with Seokjin.

Jeongguk sobers up a bit on the walk home, and the emotions from before bubble up, but he feels more rational by now.

He needs to tell Jimin, but the omega will be so hurt… Just the thought makes Jeongguk’s chest clench painfully.

Jeongguk hears voices when he gets out of the elevator. It’s past 3 in the morning, so he didn’t expect anyone to be awake, but of course it’s Hyunsik’s one night stand trying to sneak out before anyone wakes up. 

“Late night study help?” Jeongguk asks, doesn’t even bother to hide his contempt. He lingers in the hallway, not willing to turn a blind eye. Hell no.

“Fuck off, Jeon,” Hyunsik says with a little smirk, as if he feels no shame or remorse, no fear of getting caught. He focuses back on the omega he cheated on Jimin with—looks like a freshman, bright and giggly. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

The omega nods eagerly. “I’ll text you.”

Hyunsik shakes his head. “Don’t. I’ll come find you instead.”

Jeongguk almost vibrates where he stands, waiting impatiently for the omega to start walking away before he steps forward.

Hyunsik eyes him lazily. “What do you want, nerd? Are you gonna tell on me? ” He scoffs. “Who do you think Jimin’s gonna believe—his boyfriend, or the alpha who’d do anything to get into his pants?”

Jeongguk growls, stepping into Hyunsik’s space. Hyunsik squares up to him, but Jeongguk just pushes back, pinning the other alpha down with a glare.

“Why’d you do it? You’ve got the prettiest omega in the whole fucking school. Why would you ever cheat?”

Hyunsik smiles wickedly. Jeongguk is going to punch him so hard when they’re done talking.

“The omega freshmen are just so… fresh. Did you see that perky little ass? So eager, too. Jimin is pretty, yeah, but I’ve had him a hundred times already.” 

Jeongguk seethes, pushing Hyunsik back against the nearest wall, fisting a hand in his collar. The other alpha just keeps smiling, as if this is entertaining to him.

“But you know all about that right? The walls are thin.”

“You’re not getting away with it.”

Hyunsik chuckles. “You don’t have any proof, nerd, so just go cry some more about your hopeless crush on Jimin, alright? You can listen to me fuck him all you want, but it’ll never be you. Bet you’re a virgin, jealous because you could never make an omega–”

Jeongguk has enough. He’s pretty sure he hears Hyunsik’s nose crack with the very first punch. The other alpha makes a pained noise and pushes him back to return the favor. 

Just like the rest of the night, the fight is kind of a blur. Jeongguk sees red. Hyunsik is strong but it doesn’t compare to the rage Jeongguk is feeling. They tumble to the floor at one point, and apparently it wakes up the beta who lives on the other side of Hyunsik’s dorm.

“It’s the middle of the goddamn night! Go the fuck to bed,” she hisses at them. “You really are a piece of shit, though, Hyunsik. I hope you get dumped.”

The beta slams her door shut. Apparently all of the walls are thin. 

Jeongguk pushes off of the other alpha and stands up. Hyunsik angrily wipes the blood from his mouth and groans as he sits up and scoots back against the wall. 

“Fuck you, Jeon.”

“Right back at you, asshole,” Jeongguk grumbles as he digs in his pockets to find his keys—doesn't give a shit about the state of the other alpha, he got what was coming for him.

*ೃ༄

Jeongguk wakes up around noon, head throbbing and stomach churning with nausea. 

One look in the bathroom mirror jump-starts his memory of what happened last night—a bruise on his left cheekbone and a split lip. He’s pretty sure Hyunsik is faring at least five times worse than he is, though, and that brings him some peace.

He downs two painkillers and takes a shower, hating his past self for scheduling a session with his study group the day after a night out.

“Holy shit, what happened to you?” Hoseok asks, eyes big, when Jeongguk joins them at Timon’s.

Taehyung makes a sound of dread mixed with amusement.

“Got into a fight last night.”

“No shit,” Taehyung deadpans, staring at his face. “You beat Hyunsik up, didn’t you?”

“The neighbor?” Hoseok wonders, clueless as to what has been going on.

“Yeah, well, he deserved it,” Jeongguk mumbles, stealing a sip of Taehyung's drink only to grimace at the sweet taste of some sort of pumpkin chai latte.

Hoseok looks between them, at a loss. 

“Hyunsik cheated on Jimin,” Taehyung supplies, keeping his voice down. 

“Oh, fuck… How’s Jimin doing?”

Taehyung looks at Jeongguk expectantly.

“I haven’t talked to him. I don’t know how to tell him, either.”

“You shouldn’t have beat Hyunsik up,” Taehyung stresses. “He’s probably already told Jimin some lie about it—that you jumped him out of nowhere or something.”

That’s definitely true. Hyunsik is probably going even further—gaslighting Jimin into believing it’s Jimin’s fault for giving Jeongguk some attention by hanging out with him a few times. 

“I realize that, but I couldn’t just let it go. He was practically flaunting it, no regrets whatsoever.”

His friends are quiet for a moment, probably as on the fence about the whole thing as Jeongguk is. Hyunsik deserved it, but at the same time it doesn’t help Jeongguk’s case when he has to tell Jimin.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Gguk,” Hoseok encourages. “Jimin seems smart.”

Jeongguk huffs out a little laugh, smiling. The cut on his lip stings, but he can’t help it when he thinks of the omega. “Did you know he takes advanced C++?” 

Taehyung laughs. “Shit, you’re so whipped.”

“You should go for it when Hyunsik is out of the picture,” Hoseok suggests, wiggling his eyebrows. “Maybe you have a shot.”

Jeongguk shakes his head with a laugh. “I wish.”

“Jeongguk would combust on the spot if Jimin so much as touched him,” Taehyung says teasingly. 

Jeongguk flips him off, cheeks flushing slightly.

“Says you. I think I saw you drool before you even got into the bathroom with Seokjin last night.”

Hoseok’s jaw drops. “You actually did it?”

Taehyung just grins cockily. “Hell yeah I did. Three times, to be exact.”

Hoseok laughs incredulously and high fives Taehyung. “Are you gonna see him again?” 

“Casually for now, but before you know it we’ll be like you and Yoongi hyung,” Taehyung boasts. 

Jeongguk grins and shakes his head in disbelief. He wishes he had half of that confidence, maybe then he’d shoot his shot with Jimin.

The rest of the day, Jeongguk tries to focus on the test they’re studying for, but his mind keeps straying. He really needs to talk to Jimin, if the omega is even willing to talk to Jeongguk after what he did to his boyfriend’s face.

*ೃ༄

After only two days of trying to avoid both Jimin and his own apartment—not wanting to bump into Hyunsik or Jimin or, worse, both of them together—Jeongguk runs into the omega. He just said goodbye to Taehyung outside their lecture hall in the computer science building, head full of animation frames and color theory, totally unprepared to see the omega.

He still doesn’t know how to tell Jimin that Hyunsik is cheating on him, or how to prove it. He could ask the beta living on their floor to back him up, but that’s not concrete evidence.

This time when Jimin sees him, he doesn’t smile like usual. 

“Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk swallows harshly. That doesn’t sound good. 

“Jimin hyung, whatever Hyunsik told you, I can explain.”

“So it really was you?” Jimin frowns. “I really didn’t want to believe you would do something like that.”

Jimin starts to round Jeongguk and walk away, but Jeongguk quickly grabs his hand to stop him. Jimin hesitantly turns, eyes flicking from his hand to his face. 

“Just hear me out. I did beat him up, yeah, but not just out of nowhere. I wouldn't do that.”

Jimin peers up at him unsurely. “Then…?”

Jeongguk takes a breath, trying to gather up courage to tell Jimin something that will surely make him cry. 

“Can we go somewhere less crowded?”

Jimin’s frown reappears, even deeper this time, and he retracts his hand from Jeongguk’s hold. 

“Why? Are you going to tell me you did it because he’s not good for me? Hyunsik warned me you’d try to make him seem like an ass just ‘cause you want to sleep with me.”

Jeongguk should have seen that coming but his mouth still opens in momentary shock, hearing Jimin say it so bluntly. “What– No! No, hyung, it’s not like that at all,” he quickly denies. 

Jimin purses his lips, and it looks almost like he’s pouting. “You don’t want to sleep with me?” 

… 

Well, fuck. 

Jeongguk opens and closes his mouth. 

Jimin raises his eyebrows.

“That-that’s not the point. I just really need to tell you something and it’s not the kind of conversation you’d want to have here.”

“But you do want to sleep with me,” Jimin just has to clarify, apparently. 

Jeongguk looks away and flounders for an answer to defend himself when he is in fact very guilty of that statement. There is no way he can convince Jimin he’s not just making things up to make a move on him. He’s fucked. It’s over.

But when he looks back at Jimin and the omega is almost smiling, gaze warm as he eyes Jeongguk, lip between his teeth. 

Oh. A zap of irrational arousal speeds down Jeongguk’s spine. 

“Well,” Jimin clears his throat, schooling his expression, and looks at Jeongguk in a formal way, “if you don’t have any concrete proof for why Hyunsik deserved a broken nose, I don’t want to hear it. We can keep being friendly but that’s it. I’ve got a boyfriend.”

Jeongguk gets ready to argue back, but eventually exhales in defeat. 

“I don’t have any proof.”

Jimin gives a nod, eyes lingering on him for a second longer before he turns and walks away. 

“Fuck,” Jeongguk curses out loud in frustration. How the hell is he going to get Jimin to see that Hyunsik doesn’t deserve even a second of his attention? 

Jeongguk realizes what he has to do by the third time he hears Hyunsik sleep with someone other than Jimin. 

He records the sound of them.

It might be fucking terrible and a brutal way to prove it to Jimin, but he doesn’t have any other ideas. He can’t stand Jimin not knowing.

Can I please come over?

No

Hyung

It’s important

Is it proof?

…

Yeah

You need to know

He’s cheating isn’t he

Hyung

Just send it here

I don’t think you should do this alone

Send it

Jeongguk exhales harshly. Jimin doesn’t even know what ‘it’ is. 

It’s not a picture.

What?

What is it then?

An audio

…

Just send it.

Jeongguk sends it, gnawing on his lip. He waits impatiently for Jimin to answer.

Hyung?

How did you get that?

The walls are thin

Oh

Is this from right now?

Yeah

I’m coming over.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen. The sound of Hyunsik with some random freshman is still filtering in through the wall, making Jeongguk feel nauseous. If Jimin comes here…

Only ten minutes pass before Jimin knocks on his door. 

Jeongguk doesn’t know what he expected—anger at least, maybe tears—but it wasn’t Jimin looking completely put together, calmly walking into his dorm. 

“Hyung, I–”

Jimin shushes him. He sits down in Jeongguk’s gaming chair and listens for a while. 

“Mm, you were right.”

Jeongguk feels fucking terrible. He should be relieved now that Jimin knows, but instead he feels sick to his stomach.

“Hyung, I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this.”

Jimin nods slowly, looking at Jeongguk. “I know. I’ve been wanting to break up with him for a while now. This makes it easier.”

Jeongguk blinks. “Oh.”

Jimin turns back and forth on the chair casually. 

“Yeah, the last couple months have been bad. I think I just realized I’m not really into him anymore. Maybe never was. It was fun to have him chase after me, but he’s incredibly boring in bed and we’re just not compatible intellectually. You made me realize that, actually."

“Me?”

“Mm.” Jimin nods. “You get me in a way he never could.”

Jeongguk has to sit down on his bed. He feels lightheaded and if Jimin keeps talking like this…

“We click well, don’t you think?”

Jeongguk’s nausea is replaced by a nervous flutter in his chest. It feels like a test. 

“Yeah– I mean, we… get along.”

Jimin hums, rolling the chair a bit closer, stops right in front of Jeongguk. 

“Hyunsik always looks at me weirdly when I talk about algebra… You, on the other hand, look at me like it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard when I go on and on about graph theory and pointer arithmetic.”

Jeongguk’s heart flips. He’s been that transparent? Fuck. It’s just so sexy of Jimin to know what all that is.

“Ah, there you go again,” Jimin says with a teasing smirk. 

“Well, fuck– It’s just…”

Jeongguk doesn’t have anything to say in his defense unless he were to say that math in general turns him on, and that’s not true. 

Jimin reaches out and flicks two fingers under his chin affectionately. 

“It’s cute. I wish I’d met you earlier last summer, before I started dating that idiot,” Jimin nods his head at the wall, where the sound of Hyunsik’s grunting and the pitchy moans of some omega is still going strong. “Thank you for defending me by the way—when you beat him up. You didn’t have to do that.”

“He deserved it.”

Jimin nods, humming. “I didn’t know the walls were this thin…”

“Hah, yeah…” Jeongguk chuckles awkwardly, ears starting to heat up. This can only go in one direction.

Jimin slowly stands up, making Jeongguk tilt his head up to watch his expression. The omega’s tongue darts out to wet his full lips before his front teeth sink into the lower one, looking down at Jeongguk.

“You must’ve heard a lot of him… and of me.”

Jeongguk feels a cold sweat start creeping down his back, trying not to panic. He looks to the side, swallowing.

“Uh, sort of. I try not to listen in, though. I wear headphones and stuff.”

It’s only a half lie. He has tried not to listen several times. 

Jimin places a finger under his chin again. It lingers this time, until Jeongguk tilts his head back and looks at him. 

“So you didn’t, perhaps… want to listen?”

Jeongguk’s eyes widen, caught. Jimin’s lips twitch into a smile. 

“Your eyes are very expressive, Jeonggukie. So pretty,” he hums. “I won’t judge if you did.”

Hesitantly, Jeongguk nods slightly. 

“Did you like it?”

Holy fuck. This has to be a dream. Jimin is just getting closer to him, as well. His face is almost right above Jeongguk’s. His scent is so sweet and attractive, like a cloud of aphrodisiacs around the alpha.

“Just you,” Jeongguk admits on an exhale. “Just your sounds.”

Jimin puts his hands on Jeongguk’s shoulders and slowly sets a knee on each side of his hips on the bed, sinking down on his lap. Jeongguk finds it very hard to breathe.

“I already texted Hyunsik that it’s over on my way here. Considered walking in on them, but he’s not worth the time and energy. I’ve been over him for a while, so.”

Jeongguk nods—doesn’t know what to say to that. He doesn’t really know how to speak at all with Jimin in his lap like this.

“I wouldn’t mind some payback, though…” Jimin says, looking at Jeongguk in a way that makes his skin feel hot under his clothes. “Wanna help?”

“Hell yes,” Jeongguk instantly agrees. He wants to put his hands on Jimin’s hips, feel his waist under his fingertips, but he doesn’t know if he’s allowed. 

Thankfully, Jimin gives him verbal consent. 

“Then you’re going to have to touch me. Is that okay?”

Jeongguk immediately puts his hands on Jimin, making the omega chuckle. 

“I always found you so cute, ever since the start of the school year,” Jimin hums, eyes curving with his smile. He’s so fucking pretty. “Like a pup, with your big eyes. But then there’s this body…”

Jeongguk’s chest fills with pride when Jimin slides a hand down to his bicep and gives it an appreciative squeeze. 

“Wanted you all to myself.”

Jeongguk almost moans in response, head swimming. 

“Fuck– You can– You… Uhm…”

Yeah. Apparently he’s fucking brain dead. All blood has gone to his dick, which is straining in his sweats without a single ounce of friction.

Jimin’s eyes twinkle. “Yeah? I can have you all to myself?”

Jeongguk nods without hesitation. He’s been all Jimin’s for months now. 

Jimin makes a pleased noise, using a finger to tilt Jeongguk’s head up and leans down to slot their lips together. 

The moan escapes this time, loud and unfiltered. There’s no stopping it when Jimin’s lips finally mold with his own, warm and so soft. 

Jeongguk is stuck in a trance for a few long seconds before he moves—one hand shooting up to tangle in Jimin’s hair, the other gripping his hip tightly as he parts his lips and deepens the kiss. 

“Mmh,” Jimin moans when their tongues brush softly, hands settling on Jeongguk’s chest. 

Jeongguk feels like he’s floating in space, nothing but Jimin registering in his head as they make out. The wet noises make him realize that it’s actually otherwise silent in the room now. No more annoying moans from Hyunsik’s dorm. 

Hopefully that means the cheater will hear every detail of this. 

Jimin’s phone buzzes somewhere in the room and Jeongguk smirks slightly into the kiss. Jimin pulls away and smiles back in a devious way. Fuck, he’s so hot. Jeongguk really can’t believe this is happening right now. 

“Gonna make sure he knows who’s better?”

A moment later Jeongguk has Jimin on his back, devouring his mouth, hips grinding down on him. 

Jimin moans and arches against him, hands roaming Jeongguk’s back under his shirt. 

The alpha quickly pulls his shirt off, kissing Jimin again while the omega feels over his muscles, squeezing his pecs. 

Jeongguk groans into Jimin’s mouth when the omega circles a thumb around one of his nipples, cock twitching where he rubs it over Jimin’s own bulge. 

“Ah, fuck, Gguk,” Jimin pants, cheeks already flushed a pretty pink. “Want it.”

Jeongguk’s hips stutter when Jimin cups him through his pants, moaning with the omega. 

“Mm, so big. Do you know how to use it, pup?” 

Jeongguk growls, pushes his hips into Jimin’s palm and kisses him again, rougher. 

He makes sure Jimin is a whining mess before he even starts undressing him, gasping in awe at every new strip of skin he gets to see. 

The scent of slick hits his nose as soon as he starts peeling Jimin’s underwear off, salivating at the sweet scent of creamy caramel and aroused pheromones.

“Sit on my face,” he blurts, limbs weak from the intense arousal, head full of static. “Fuck, please–”

Jimin gasps and quickly gets up to push Jeongguk down into the mattress as if the alpha will take the request back if he waits a second longer, pressing a burning kiss to his lips before he straddles his head. 

Jeongguk ascends to heaven when Jimin lowers himself down on his face, slick dripping, landing on his chin before he sits and it smears everywhere else, most importantly in his open mouth.

Jeongguk eats Jimin out like he’s starving. He has been starving, but it’s so fucking worth it now that he’s getting what he’s craved. Jimin tastes like rich, buttery, warm caramel, just like his scent but even sweeter and creamier, heavily infused with sex and arousal. Jeongguk feels fucking high on it. 

The sounds the omega makes are above and beyond what Jeongguk has stored in his memories. He sounds like he’s breaking apart with lust, hitchy moans turning into full-bodied whines.

Actually, Jimin sounds like he’s close to sobbing—grinding down on Jeongguk’s tongue fast and hard and eager. 

“Nngh, fuck– Oh– Oh, ‘m gonna come!” 

Jeongguk moans in encouragement, trying to press his tongue deeper. Jimin whimpers and gasps loudly. He stills and then–

Jeongguk’s mouth fills with a spray of slick and his brain sparks with absolute fucking bliss. Jimin’s thighs shake around his head, hole squirting slick onto Jeongguk’s face and his waiting tongue.

The alpha swallows everything he can get, eyes rolling back, cock throbbing between his legs. 

Jimin slowly rolls off and collapses against the bed when his orgasm tapers off, chest heaving, body still jolting slightly with aftershocks. 

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” the omega breathes out, as if more to himself than to Jeongguk. “No one’s ever let me ride their tongue before.”

Jeongguk tries to catch his breath as well, feeling a bit delirious with how turned on he is. 

“You could sit on my face all fucking day if you wanted to.”

Jimin turns his head to lock eyes with Jeongguk, both still panting heavily.

Jimin scoots over until he’s close enough to press their lips together. The lower half of Jeongguk’s face is still drenched in slick, but the omega doesn’t seem to mind one bit. 

“Wanna fuck me?” Jimin asks against his lips. 

Jeongguk makes an embarrassing noise, nodding. “Yeah, really wanna fuck you.”

Jimin smiles, pecking his lips another time. 

“Let’s get you out of these, then.”

Jeongguk lets out another pathetic whimper when Jimin undoes the knot on his sweats, fingertips running along the band of his underwear peeking underneath. 

He’s so wound up he’ll probably come if Jimin touches him right now. 

“Wait, I think… I might have to come once. Before I fuck you.” 

Fuck, that’s so embarrassing. He feels like a virgin, but he’s really not going to last long enough inside Jimin right now.

Jimin’s eyes on him are dark, slightly mischievous. 

“So you really are a pup, hm?”

Jeongguk shakes his head desperately, shifting his weight to hover over Jimin. “No, I just– You riding my face was just so fucking hot… I can fuck you better if I take the edge off first. Please. Wanna be good.”

Jimin pushes Jeongguk down on the bed again with a hand around his bicep, sliding it down his chest when he has him on his back, stopping just above the hem of his pants. 

“I was just teasing, alpha,” Jimin purrs, planting a kiss on Jeongguk’s jaw, trailing down his neck. “You’re already so good for me. Never been with anyone so eager to please.”

Jeongguk moans, gasping when Jimin brushes his lips over his scent gland. 

“Let me return the favor,” the omega offers, dragging his tongue over the sensitive area, laying his claim on Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk is so relieved that Jimin is going to let him come, because he’s pretty sure his balls are blue from holding back already. 

“Thank you,” he breathes out, about to reach down and get it done but Jimin bats his hand away. 

“Not like that. I want my fun, too.”

Oh. Oh fuck. Jimin is going to make him come? Fuck. Somehow the thought of that still seemed far away until now, even though Jimin was just squirting on his tongue. 

Jimin trails the kisses down, tonguing over the swell of his chest, sucking a bruise over his belly button, just keeping Jeongguk even more on edge, cock twitching every time the feeling of his lips get closer, so obvious with the way it’s tenting his sweats. 

“Fuck,” Jeongguk hisses when Jimin pulls his sweats over the bulge and down his legs. 

An even louder moan tears from him when Jimin circles his cock through the fabric of his underwear, squeezing gently.

“So hard,” he murmurs, licking his lips and swallowing in a way that makes Jeongguk’s cock jerk in his grip. Jimin is just kneeling between his legs, looking so fucking pretty, face so close to his groin.

“Hyung– Fuck,” Jeongguk exhales in desperation, throwing an arm over his eyes. 

Jimin lets go of him. “Don’t cover your face.”

Jeongguk immediately takes his arm off, propping himself upon his elbows to properly meet Jimin’s gaze. 

“Eyes on me.”

Jeongguk nods, gaze bouncing between Jimin’s eyes and his puffy, spit-slick lips. 

Jimin hooks his fingers into the elastic of his underwear without breaking their eye contact. Jeongguk sucks in a breath, only releasing it with a breathy moan once his cock springs free and lands heavily on his stomach. 

Jimin’s eyes leave his to take him in, breathing in deeply. 

“Fuck, never met anyone who smells like you. So warm. Goes so well with mine.”

Jeongguk soaks up the compliment, agreeing wholeheartedly with the last part. They smell heavenly together. There is clearly a reason so many coffee drinks have caramel in them.

“So perfect, alpha,” Jimin continues, sounding a bit drunk off of the strong pheromones from Jeongguk’s groin, and mouths over his hip. “Cute face, smart, and this big cock. I should've dumped Hyunsik months ago so I could have you.”

“Yeah?” Jeongguk breathes harshly, inhaling the scent of Jimin’s fresh slick. 

Jimin looks up at him through his lashes, still brushing his lips so close to where Jeongguk needs them.

“Yes. Been craving to have you like this for so long.”

Jimin speaks the words right against the base of his cock and Jeongguk shudders, head lolling back for a moment of weakness before he snaps it up again. He needs to keep his eyes on Jimin. 

“Oh fuck– Holy shit,” Jeongguk groans when Jimin drags his lips up to the head and darts his tongue out to taste the precum beading in the slit. 

He gasps, one hand shooting down to caress through Jimin’s blond hair, muscles straining to keep himself up on one elbow.

It’s impossible to keep watching when Jimin takes him into his mouth at the same time as a hand cups his sensitive balls, gently playing with them while his cheeks hollow around the alpha’s cock. Jeongguk’s head falls back and his eyes fall shut, moans and swear words mixed with versions of Jimin’s name falling unfiltered from his lips.

Like he suspected, it doesn’t take much at all. Just a couple strokes of Jimin’s mouth on his cock, a swirl of his tongue around the head, a particularly firm tug on his balls—and Jeongguk’s a goner.

He tries to warn Jimin by curling his fist in his hair, nothing but moans and whimpers making it past his lips, but the omega just moans and presses further down Jeongguk’s length. The feeling of his cock penetrating Jimin’s throat is what does it, Jeongguk just can’t hold it. 

The first cumshot goes straight down Jimin’s throat, and the rest get sucked right out of him by Jimin’s eager mouth, but it’s so much that even Jimin can’t keep up, some dribbling down his length. Jimin doesn’t waste a drop, though—as soon as Jeongguk has stopped giving him more he pulls off his cock to lick it clean.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk breathes out as soon as Jimin has pulled away. It quite literally feels like his soul was sucked straight out of his dick, even though it was so brief. Jimin is everything he’s been dreaming of and having him in his bed is a blessing in itself, nevermind having those perfect lips around his cock. Fuck. He can’t even believe his own luck right now.

Jimin comes up to scent the other side of his neck as well, pressing a kiss to his racing pulse point.

“You came a lot,” Jimin murmurs, his scent blooming on Jeongguk’s skin, sweet and pleased. “Wonder how much you’d come if you knot.”

Even though he just had the best orgasm of his life, Jeongguk’s cock twitches—lust intensifying again at the mention of knotting. It’s been so long since he last knotted inside anyone, and nothing would be more satisfying than knotting Jimin. 

He knows Jimin doesn’t want to, though. It’s been one of his and Hyunsik’s loudest and most frequent arguments—Hyunsik wanting to fuck without a condom and Jimin never letting him, not letting him spend their heat and rut cycles together, either, because Jimin is afraid he’ll forget to take his birth control pills when he’s not fully lucid. 

Jeongguk respects that a lot. It’s always been a turn on for him when he’s heard Jimin stand up for himself and stand his ground against Hyunsik. 

“Would you?” Jimin asks then, snapping Jeongguk out of his thoughts.

He focuses on Jimin’s face, breath getting knocked out of his lungs at the beauty staring back at him. Instinctively, he reaches for him and pulls him closer, skin to skin.

“Would I what?”

Jimin licks his lips, bites the lower one, eyes roaming Jeongguk’s face. “Knot me,” he clarifies.

Jeongguk wonders what the hell kind of a question that is. How much of a moron would one have to be to say no to that? That’s a question.

“You’re asking if I would knot you, if I could?” 

Jimin tilts his head. “Why would you not be able to?”

Jeongguk blinks, beyond confused. “Because… you won’t let me?”

Realization dawns in Jimin’s eyes. “You’ve heard me and Hyunsik fight.”

Right. That’s an important piece of information. 

“Yeah. It’s fine, I won’t fight you on it,” Jeongguk reassures. 

Jimin moves his hand up to his chest, a leg draping over his thighs, sliding up over his crotch. Jeongguk bites his lip at the slow arousal brewing in his groin, cock almost back to full hardness under the weight of Jimin’s thigh.

“That’s sweet, but I’m asking if you want to.”

“Of course,” Jeongguk says without a second of deliberation, maybe too fast. His cheeks heat up slightly. “I mean, that would be lovely, but I respect that you don’t want to.”

Jimin hums, smiling. 

“I want you to knot me.”

Jeongguk’s heart momentarily stops. 

“Huh?”

Jimin laughs. “Don’t pass out on me, Ggukie. I want you to knot me.”

Jeongguk takes a deep breath, hoping some oxygen gets to his brain.

“Are you just saying that to make him jealous?”

Jimin furrows his eyebrows. “Who, Hyunsik? Who cares about him? I miss the feeling of a knot and… I like you. Wanna make you feel good, ‘cause you make me feel good.”

Jeongguk tries not to show how much that makes his heart race, but Jimin probably sees it in his eyes. In Jimin’s own words, they’re very expressive.

“Fuck, really? You’ll let me knot you?” 

This is better than a dream. Jeongguk has passed away and gone to fucking heaven. 

“Mhm.” Jimin nods, biting his lip with a smile. “You can knot me.”

“Oh, fuck,” Jeongguk half says, half moans, grinding up against Jimin’s thigh uncontrollably. “I’ll knot you so good, hyung, mhn–”

Jimin caresses his cheek, thumb rubbing over his lower lip, slipping into his mouth. Jeongguk sucks on it, loves the way Jimin presses down on his tongue. 

“Mm, your knot is big enough to deserve it, right? This big cock isn’t all for show, is it?” 

“Fu– Mmh,” Jeongguk moans when Jimin pulls his thumb out of his mouth to circle the hand around his cock and rub his spit all over the head. “Fuck, hyung, no– I’m big– My knot is big, I swear, just let me–”

“Ah, I love how desperate you are… Are you gonna fuck me properly, or would you rather knot my hand?”

Jeongguk follows Jimin’s gaze to where he’s been fucking Jimin’s fist without realizing. He immediately halts his movements and flips them over, mounting Jimin in a way that even reminds himself of an overeager puppy, but he can’t help it at this point. Months of longing for this moment just pours out of him. 

Jimin caresses a hand through Jeongguk’s hair affectionately as the alpha lines his cock up with his hole, and Jeongguk has a hard time knowing what to focus more on—Jimin’s soft gaze, his warm touches, or the way Jeongguk’s cock slowly pushes inside that soaking wet, tight heat. 

When the head pops past the clenching tight entrance, Jeongguk lets go of his cock to brace his hands against the sheets next to Jimin’s head, fingers digging into the mattress, unfocused vision trying to settle on Jimin’s face, his parted lips and lidded eyes.

He whimpers when Jimin clenches around him about halfway inside, arms weakening. He settles on his forearms instead, hanging his head into Jimin’s shoulder and swallows his scent with panting breaths.

Jimin moans prettily when he’s all the way in, nosing along Jeongguk’s scent gland, spreading his divine pheromones over him, and trails featherlight kisses along the line of his neck.

“If you do it well, pup… I might let you help me through my heat next month,” Jimin whispers into his ear. 

Jeongguk experiences full-bodied shivers, hips kicking forward, burying his cock even deeper inside Jimin. It draws a startled moan from Jimin’s lips.

“What-what about the– The birth control?” Jeongguk barely manages to ask, pulling out just a centimeter and thrusting in again, eyes almost fluttering shut at the pleasure from just that, repeating the tiny movement while Jimin answers. 

“You’ll help me remember, won’t you? I trust you.”

Jeongguk pulls his head back slightly to meet Jimin’s eyes. A perfect shade of pink is covering Jimin’s cheeks, eyes glazed over with lust and something softer, fingers playing with the hairs at Jeongguk’s nape. 

“You do?” Jeongguk asks, a bit dumbfounded. 

Jimin nods. “I don’t know why exactly, but… I do. My omega tells me I’ll be safe with you.”

Jeongguk can’t believe Jimin is telling him this when he’s balls deep inside of him and his ability of speech is compromised. That’s so mean. Jeongguk wants to pour his heart out to reassure Jimin that he would do anything for him because his alpha is telling him Jimin is the love of his life. But, alas.

Instead, he leans down to press their lips together and hopes Jimin can feel his sentiment in the way he kisses him deep and slow. 

Jimin is smiling when they part, eyes gleaming knowingly. 

“I don’t know if it’s deceiving me, though, because it also wouldn’t mind if I stopped taking birth control with you all together.” 

“Oh,” Jeongguk breathes out, cock twitching, brain experiencing a minor shut-down.

Jimin hooks a leg around his hip and presses him closer—deeper. 

“Now fuck me, alpha.” 

Jeongguk scrambles to push himself upright and kneels between Jimin’s legs, watching Jimin face as he pulls out and thrusts back inside. The omega’s lips part with a pleased sigh, blush deepening. 

“You fill me up so well,” Jimin praises. Jeongguk’s heart flips. 

“Yeah? You feel so good, hyung,” Jeongguk moans, running his palms over Jimin’s smooth thighs. “I've wanted you for so long.”

“Mm, I know.” 

Jimin's smile would probably look cocky if his eyes weren’t so clouded with pleasure and his lips weren’t constantly being abused by his teeth. Jeongguk’s gaze lingers there, and it’s like Jimin knows what he’s thinking because his tongue darts out to wet his lips, making them look obscenely good. Jeongguk can’t believe he’s felt them around his cock. 

Even with that memory fresh in mind, Jeongguk ducks down to slot their lips together. He sinks his own teeth into the softness of Jimin’s lower lip just to know what it feels like, jealous that Jimin gets to do it whenever he wants, before he slides his tongue against Jimin’s.

“Mmh…” 

Jimin moans, sounds so pretty. Jeongguk’s cock twitches and he realizes he got so distracted by Jimin’s mouth he forgot to move his hips. 

A string of saliva connects them when he breaks the kiss and starts to really move, snaps his hips faster until Jimin’s voice is starting to tear at the seams, and his eyes start to glisten with unshed tears of pleasure. 

“Just like that, baby. You’re doing so good, fucking me so well, ah…”

Jeongguk shudders at the praise uttered between gasps and pitiful whimpers. He doubles down on his efforts, puts even more power in his thrusts and leans down to nuzzle into Jimin’s neck, attaching his lips to the unmarked skin, needing to leave some sort of mark.

“Oh, fuck–” Jimin hiccups, curling a hand into Jeongguk’s hair when the alpha sucks a bruise right on his scent gland, and his hole clenches like a vice around Jeongguk’s cock. “Ah, wait, I’m coming–”

Jeongguk pulls back to watch Jimin press his head back hard into the pillow, eyes shut tight, lips parted with a high, sobbing whine as he suddenly spills between them, body taut like a bowstring before he convulses and shakes.

Jeongguk fucks him though it, slowing down when Jimin stops canting his hips against him. 

“Oh my god,” Jimin says, out of breath, eyes still closed blissfully. 

“Fuck, hyung… That was so hot,” Jeongguk breathes out, still reeling after seeing Jimin so lost in pleasure and feeling his walls clench and flutter around his cock. 

Jimin opens his eyes and the way he looks at Jeongguk makes his dick twitch heavily, still nestled deep inside the omega. Jimin clenches around him in response, a visible shiver running through his lithe body. 

Jeongguk moans in surprise when the omega starts rocking his hips again, eyes still locked on him with that look in them. Like he’s never letting Jeongguk go after this. 

Then, Jimin slowly eases off of his cock. Jeongguk tears his eyes away from Jimin’s face to look down, sees Jimin’s puffy hole and his own cock glistening with slick.

When he looks back up his alpha lunges to the forefront of his brain, a growl tearing straight from his gut.

Jimin has turned around and he’s presenting, fully presenting, with his hips arched high and his cheek pressed to the mattress. 

“Need your knot, alpha.”

Jeongguk nearly comes on the spot.

“Fuck, okay,” Jeongguk rushes out, blinking out of his daze to move behind Jimin, and watches as his cock returns home, sliding all the way in with comfortable ease. 

“Hnng,” Jimin whimpers, hips and thighs trembling slightly. 

Jeongguk runs a hand down his spine. “Too much?”

Jimin opens his eyes to meet Jeongguk’s gaze, shaking his head against the sheets. 

“It’s never felt this good. Your cock fills me up so well, Ggukie.”

“Mm… We fit together, hyung,” Jeongguk agrees, punctuating his words with a smooth roll of his hips. “Can’t wait to knot you. Gonna– Ah, you’re gonna look so pretty filled up.”

Jimin nods—or maybe he’s just nuzzling his cheek against the sheets, Jeongguk’s vision is too blurry with lust to tell—and his walls clench around Jeongguk’s cock, making the alpha see nothing but stars for a second. 

“Knot me and find out, alpha. Oh, fuck, please– I need it.” 

Jimin sounds almost as eager as Jeongguk feels. The omega’s eyes are closed in contentment but there is a crease between his eyebrows that expresses a need for more. Jeongguk is so fucking happy to give him more.

Jeongguk feels the knot before it starts to inflate—all the hairs on his body stand up, his alpha howls in liberation, and a pulsing, intense sort of pleasure in his groin gets stronger and stronger.

He gasps in a sharp breath when it threatens to explode, snaps his hips faster and messier, needs to be closer to Jimin so he pulls him flush against his chest with an arm around his waist and rubs his nose along the side of his neck desperately. 

“Fuck– Fuck, baby, gonna knot– Ah, hyung– Please, omega, can I?”

Jimin moans wantonly, head thrown back to bare his neck for the alpha. 

“Yes,” he encourages breathlessly, fingers curled around Jeongguk’s forearms which are wound tightly around him. “Mark me as yours. Breed me, Jeongguk.”

Jeongguk’s eyelids fall closed, eyes rolling back, and his movements turn erratic. His knot swells so fast and so big he only gets a handful more thrusts in before he’s unable to pull back out, but he just grinds it in deeper. It feels so good his mind goes completely blank of anything but the loud, buzzing feeling of finally knotting—and inside the prettiest omega alive, at that. 

Jimin trembles and moans in his arms, and his beautiful voice vibrates against Jeongguk’s chest and against his mouth where it’s latched onto his throat. Jimin starts coming the moment Jeongguk’s first cumshot fills him up deep inside, walls rhythmically milking the alpha’s knot. 

Jeongguk holds him in an iron grip against his chest, spreading his scent over his neck while his cum marks him up inside, feeling near feral with relish that he’s claiming Jimin as his. 

“Mine,” he murmurs lowly, licking away a tear that’s made its way to Jimin’s jawline. 

Jimin turns his head and searches out his mouth, kissing Jeongguk deeply while the alpha empties the last of his seed inside him. 

Slowly, Jeongguk lowers them and gives one last grind of his hips when he has Jimin flat against the mattress, making the omega whine with a mix of overstimulation and contentment, before he turns them on their sides and pulls a discarded blanket over their bodies. 

“Are you comfortable?” he asks Jimin, pulling him flush against his chest to scent him for any discomfort.

Jimin laughs breathlessly, turning into a weak moan. “Fuck, your knot is big.”

Jeongguk closes his eyes and focuses to stop his cock from twitching inside of Jimin. 

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s perfect.”

Jeongguk can hear the smile in Jimin’s voice and feels pride bloom in his chest. He desperately wants to see the afterglow on Jimin's face but doesn’t want to move and have his knot pull on Jimin’s already abused rim. 

“You filled me up so well, alpha,” Jimin continues, and no meditation in the world could stop Jeongguk’s cock from throbbing, chest heaving a bit with the zap of arousal. 

He did fill Jimin up well. The omega is stuffed full with cum and Jeongguk’s knot is big enough to keep it all in for now. If Jimin wasn’t on birth control his seed would’ve surely taken. Maybe Jimin would've even smelled like a pupped omega by now. 

Ah, that does something to Jeongguk. His hips kick forward without his permission, and it feels so good. Jimin is so fucking wet inside, it sounds obscene when he grinds into him.

“Mmh, you’re still knotting me, baby. Are you gonna come again?” 

Jeongguk whines lowly, pants with his lips against the nape of Jimin’s neck. 

It’s so sensitive, his knot rubs against Jimin’s walls, stretched tight around it. The head of his cock is tingling with every restricted movement. 

“Fuck,” Jimin breathes out.

Jeongguk moves one of his hands down Jimin’s body to wrap around the omega’s cock, semi-hard and very sensitive after three orgasms if Jimin’s broken moan is anything to go by. 

Jeongguk moans when Jimin clenches around his cock in response to the stimulation, grinding his hips a bit faster, gasping at the feeling building in his belly. 

He’s never come twice with his knot still inflated, and it’s both overwhelming and heavenly at the same time. 

“Fuck. Hyung…”

“Mmh,” Jimin moans, grinding his hips back against him and into his fist around his cock needily. Jeongguk’s cock throbs heavily, knot pulsing on the edge. “That’s it. Fill me up again, baby.”

Jeongguk’s vision blanks out when he comes, tears slipping down his face, and his whole body twitches against Jimin’s back, toes curling tight. 

Jimin spills a small amount of cum into his fist, body tensing up along with his hole around Jeongguk’s cock, making the alpha fuck into him a little harder, prolonging both their orgasms.

“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” Jeongguk slurs, drunk on the buzz of the orgasm. 

“So full,” Jimin moans, guiding Jeongguk’s hands to his lower belly which is gently bloated. 

Jeongguk growls softly, a deep satisfaction settling in his bones. He never wants to pull out, needs Jimin on his knot always. 

Jimin leans back against his chest with a sweet sigh, and Jeongguk buries his nose in his hair. Their happy pheromones intertwine and fill the room, serene silence and slow breathing replacing moans and filthy words. 

Jeongguk slips in and out of pleasant sleep. Jimin intertwines their fingers at some point. The knot connecting them slowly goes down. 

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open when he feels the pressure of cum and slick cause his cock to slip out inch by inch, his knot almost gone. 

Jimin whines sleepily, grabbing Jeongguk’s hip to pull him flush against him again. It doesn’t help. The alpha’s soft cock gets pushed out and Jeongguk pulls the blanket away to see cum and slick trickle out fast. It escapes Jimin’s abused hole in rivulets and drips down on the mattress. 

Jimin makes a sad noise and Jeongguk quickly grabs his shirt from the floor and wipes the worst of it. 

“Shower?” he asks, running the fingers of his other hand through the back of Jimin’s hair gently.

Jimin turns on his back and looks at him. Jeongguk’s breath is stolen from his lungs and, embarrassingly enough, he gasps loudly at the sight of Jimin—fucked out and glowing because of him, in Jeongguk’s bed. 

“Or I can eat you out,” Jeongguk accidentally utters, blinking at Jimin’s pretty face. 

A big, tired smile blooms on Jimin’s face, a breathy laugh escaping his red lips.

“Yah, you just made me come four times… I think a shower is due.”

Jeongguk nods, ears burning. 

He picks Jimin up despite the omega’s half-hearted complaints and sets him down in the bathroom to turn the shower on and prepare two big towels. He also gets Jimin a pair of his own boxers and a t-shirt since the omega doesn’t have a change of clothes.

Jimin watches him flit around with fond eyes, making Jeongguk’s chest feel all warm and fluttery. 

“You, um… In case you want to sleep here,” he tries to explain, gesturing to the clothes. Jimin bites his lip with a nod. “I think the water is hot, so…” 

Jimin raises his eyebrows at him. “You’re joining me, aren’t you?”

“Oh. Sure, I can…”

Jimin giggles and grabs his hand, pulling him into the small shower.

“You just knotted me so well I saw stars and you’re still acting all cute?”

Jeongguk blushes. Apparently, yes. Knotting Jimin only made his crush a thousand times worse. 

Jimin laughs under his breath while they wash their hair. 

“Let me,” he says when Jeongguk is about to wash his body. 

He grabs the soap from his hands and pours it into his own before he starts rubbing it on Jeongguk’s skin. Shoulders, arms, chest, down, down. 

Jeongguk bites his lip hard when Jimin sinks to his knees and looks up at Jeongguk while he cleans his own slick from the alpha’s cock. Definitely on purpose.

“Hyung…” Jeongguk weakly says, making Jimin smile. 

“Mm, I know. I’ll be quick.”

Jeongguk exhales when Jimin moves on to his legs and feet, then up his backside and proceeds to give a short, heavenly massage to his shoulders. 

“Is this your cleanser?” the omega then asks, reaching for another bottle on the shelf. 

“Mhm,” Jeongguk hums, slightly dazed. 

Jimin comes to stand in front of him. “Close your eyes.”

Jeongguk’s eyes immediately fall shut. 

There is something oddly intimate about Jimin washing his face, soft fingertips gently sliding along his cheekbones and forehead, down his nose, rubbing over his chin and jawline. Jeongguk finds himself leaning into every touch, skin tingling, brain numb and relaxed. 

And when he feels Jimin’s lips on his, he almost melts into a puddle of pure bliss. 

Jimin pulls back with a soft laugh and guides him under the stream of water to rinse off. 

Jeongguk does so with a dazed smile on his face, finally opening his eyes to see Jimin smile at him.

“Now do me?” 

Jimin offers Jeongguk an excuse to touch every inch of his skin. Best believe Jeongguk takes advantage.

He takes his sweet time with Jimin’s face, tracing every line and curve, and maybe exposes himself a bit when he slowly rubs his thumb over Jimin’s lips but Jimin doesn’t say anything about it, just smiles faintly. 

When Jimin has rinsed the bubbles from his face, Jeongguk cleans the rest of his body, taking special care when he finally gets to his hole, still swollen and leaking. 

Jimin whimpers into his shoulder while Jeongguk gets the last of his cum out with one hand while the other is curled around Jimin’s waist comfortingly. 

“All done,” he announces softly when he slowly pulls his fingers out. 

Jimin exhales with a nod. “Thank you, alpha.”

Jeongguk’s heart flips, loves hearing that from Jimin. He wants to be his alpha so bad. 

“You’ll sleep here, right?”

Jimin pulls back and smiles softly, eyes glinting despite the obvious fatigue. “If you want me to.”

Jeongguk nods quickly. They rinse off a last time before Jeongguk steps out to grab their towels.

Jimin looks devastatingly cute in his clothes. Jeongguk feels both infatuated and possessive when the omega gets into his bed, drowning in Jeongguk’s t-shirt. 

Jeongguk gets in next to him, unsure of how to act for a moment after he’s reached over to switch the bedside lamp off. 

Jimin makes it easy, though—just wiggles closer and settles against Jeongguk’s side, head resting on his chest. 

Jeongguk relaxes, curls a hand around Jimin’s waist and puts the other under his own head. He absentmindedly notes that his shampoo smells better on Jimin, and then he quickly dozes off, body feeling heavy and grounded—satiated. 

*ೃ༄

Jeongguk wakes up before Jimin the next morning. 

For a moment, he’s unaware of last night’s events and he gets to relive it another time when the memories come back all at once. An explosion of feelings rushes up his midriff like a living thing and he gasps silently. 

Jimin is right next to him, looking like an angel in human form. His eyes are closed and relaxed, no sign of the teasing glint he gets in them when Jeongguk is making a fool out of himself in front of him, and his lips are parted poutily, allowing puffs of air to escape. He looks to be sleeping very deeply and, after what went down yesterday, he probably needs it.

So Jeongguk slides out of the bed soundlessly and sneaks into the bathroom to do his business and brush his teeth before he goes to make breakfast in case Jimin would like to stay. Jeongguk wants him to stay. 

He realizes that this might just be something sexual to Jimin, maybe even just a one time thing. Jimin never mentioned wanting anything from Jeongguk other than revenge on Hyunsik and maybe some help with his next heat. 

So Jeongguk’s chest gets a bit heavy when he passes the bed on his way to the kitchenette, anxious to know if Jimin wants more than sex.

It gets a little loud when he fries the eggs, so he’s only mildly surprised when Jimin comes up next to him and peers down at the stove, and then at the pair of matching bowls with rice and kimchi on the counter.

“Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?”

Jeongguk blinks at the sizzling eggs.

“Um…”

Jimin brushes his fingers through his hair in a casually affectionate way. 

“It smells good, baby.”

Jeongguk snaps his head up, breath catching in his throat at the pet name even though they used it so much last night. This is different. They aren’t naked and drunk on desire right now—they’re just standing in the kitchen with bedheads and sleepy scents.

Jimin’s slightly puffy eyes crinkle when he smiles at him, and Jeongguk wouldn’t be able to tone down his grin if he tried. 

“We can eat in bed, if you want,” he offers. 

“Mm.” Jimin nods, fingers lingering in the hairs at the nape of Jeongguk’s neck. “I’m a bit sore, so that’d be nice.” 

Jeongguk bites down on his lip. Possessiveness flares up in him at the mention of last night, along with a caring instinct. 

“Go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”

Jimin gives the back of his neck a little squeeze before he does as told. 

Jeongguk quickly finishes the breakfast with two cups of coffee and a warm feeling in his belly. He balances it all on a tray over to the bed and sits down next to Jimin, gesturing for the omega to dig in. 

Jimin licks his lips when he eyes the food, turning to Jeongguk with warm, slanted eyes. Instead of eating straight away, he cups Jeongguk’s jaw and leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“It looks delicious. Thank you, Jeongguk-ah.”

The warmth creeps up and floods Jeongguk’s chest, and his scent fills with happy pheromones.

“You’re welcome,” he says, a bit dazed. 

Jimin eats really well and Jeongguk’s happy scent just grows and grows until he’s afraid Jimin will tell him it’s suffocating, but the omega just hums happily into the food and sips his coffee, seemingly happy to both breathe in the scent and drink the actual thing. 

“Mmh, I needed that,” Jimin sighs when he’s finished his bowl of rice, falling back on the bed. “What time is it?”

Jimin starts searching for his phone, finding it on Jeongguk’s gaming desk. 

“Fuck, I’ve got a class in an hour.”

Jeongguk watches a small smile form on Jimin’s face when he scrolls through his phone. 

“Hyunsik definitely heard us last night. He wants me back.”

Jeongguk feels a cold chill of dread run down his spine. “Oh.”

Jimin looks up, laughing lightly. “He’s not going to get me, obviously.”

Jeongguk exhales. Yeah, he knew that. 

“I need to stop by my apartment before class, so I gotta go. I’ll wash the clothes before I give them back, is that okay?”

Jeongguk nods, watching Jimin put his pants on and gather all his things. He walks him to the door. 

Jimin bites his lip and looks at him with that glint in his eyes. 

“I’m going to a dorm party tonight. Come?”

Jeongguk rubs the back of his neck. “I don’t know… Maybe.”

Jimin smiles, getting up on the tips of his toes to peck Jeongguk’s cheek again and then he rubs his cheek against Jeongguk’s. It’s just a quick, subtle movement, but it feels possessive in a way that makes Jeongguk’s head spin. 

Jimin’s eyes are a bit darker when he pulls back. “I’ll text you the time and place. Bring some friends, if you want.”

Jeongguk nods, chest clenching when Jimin waves and leaves. 

It’s probably ridiculous how attached he feels after just one night of having Jimin in his bed. His heart physically aches at the thought of it just being casual. 

Jimin made Hyunsik chase him for two years. Maybe this is Jeongguk’s starting line. 

And, to be completely honest, he’d probably orbit around Jimin for even longer than that just for a chance at his heart. His presence is addicting, and the extent of chemistry between them in bed was something even Jeongguk didn’t see coming. He wants it all the time.

It takes a while for him to get his mind off Jimin long enough to think about his own life, and how he has an afternoon lecture. 

Taehyung sees right through him when Jeongguk gets there

“You finally got laid,” he observes, way too loud.

“Shut up,” Jeongguk grumbles, slumping down in the chair next to him. 

Taehyung doesn’t shut up. 

“You look all blissed out, like you got fucked really good. Did you knot someone?”

Jeongguk ducks his head, embarrassed. Is it that obvious?

Taehyung gasps. “Holy shit, did you knot Jimin?”

Jeongguk’s hand flies up to seal Taehyung’s mouth shut.

“You did,” Taehyung garbles into his palm, eyes wide. 

Jeongguk snatches his hand back when Taehyung sticks his tongue out against it. 

“Oh my god, you got to fuck Jimin, I got to fuck Seokjin… We should go buy lottery tickets or something.”

Jeongguk snorts. “Yeah…”

There is a short silence where Jeongguk doodles in his notebook, feeling Taehyung’s gaze burning into the side of his face.

“Um, so, why aren’t you more excited about this?” Taehyung finally asks in a deadpan voice, eyebrows raised judgementally. “You’ve been pining after that guy since the semester started.”

“Yeah, I’ve been pining after him ‘cause I like him. Not just because I wanted to sleep with him once.”

“Ah,” Taehyung nods in understanding, “it was a one time thing for him?”

“I don’t know.”

Taehyung makes a face and slaps his chest. “What do you mean you don’t know? What did he say?”

“We didn’t address it. He stayed for breakfast this morning and asked me to come to a party tonight… but he said I could bring friends, so it was just a casual invitation.”

“Still, he stayed the night and wants to see you again. That’s not nothing,” Taehyung encourages enthusiastically. “I’ll come as your wingman! Maybe I can push my luck and ask Seokjin hyung to join when we’re there.”

Jeongguk reluctantly agrees. He’s got nothing to lose by going, just a lot to win. It’s a lot of pressure.

“Yah, let’s see if they got any cups,” Taehyung says close to his ear to drown out the music, already slurring a bit from downing several shots at Jeongguk’s place. 

Jeongguk follows him into the kitchen of the dorm. It’s a bigger version than his own—the place has a living room separate from the bedroom and a kitchen big enough to fit more than four people. There is a dishwasher, even, Jeongguk realizes with a pinch of envy.

Taehyung hands him a cup of some homemade cocktail with the stuff they brought, and Jeongguk starts scanning the place for a blond head of hair. 

It’s not difficult to spot Jimin, and when he does the air escapes his lungs, heart sinking. 

Jimin isn’t alone. Jeongguk should’ve expected that—of course Jimin wouldn’t just be sitting alone, waiting for him. The news about his breakup with Hyunsik has already spread over campus, so of course Jimin is surrounded by alphas. 

The one he’s talking to at the moment is tall and broad, deep dimples appearing in his cheeks when he smiles at Jimin. 

Fuck. 

“Hey, don’t back out now, ” Taehyung says, having followed his gaze when he noticed his change in mood. “He was in your bed last night. Let’s go.”

Jeongguk swallows his doubts, along with a big mouthful of his drink, and starts moving through the crowded living room. 

“Hyung,” he says when he gets there, tries to make his voice carry loud enough to overpower the music. 

Jimin whips his head around and a wide smile spreads on his lips. 

“Jeonggukie! You came,” he cheers, reaching up to give Jeongguk a tight hug. 

Jeongguk smiles, bravely letting his hand linger on Jimin’s lower back for a little longer after the omega pulls back. Jimin eyes over him with interest, and Jeongguk is glad he put some effort into his outfit tonight—baggy jeans and a tank top that leaves little to the imagination, with an unzipped leather jacket over it for now. It’s a bit out of his comfort zone but he wants to impress Jimin and he has to admit it looks much better than his usual sweats and oversized tees. 

“And you brought a friend?"

“Yeah, this is–”

“I’m Taehyung,” his friend shakes Jimin’s hand with a grin. “Nice to finally meet you, Jimin-ssi.”

Jimin’s eyes light up in recognition. “Oh, Jeongguk’s mentioned you. You’re the one who was trying to get the attention of a fashion senior!”

Taehyung smirks. “Tried and succeeded.”

Jimin laughs, delighted. “What, oh my god, Jeongguk why didn’t you tell me? Well done, Taehyung-ssi.”

Taehyung takes a bow, and the laugh of the alpha next to Jimin captures Jeongguk’s attention. While Jimin and Taehyung seem to hit it off effortlessly well, Jeongguk studies the man, annoyance simmering in his gut. 

“So, Jimin hyung, who’s this?” he asks, cutting their conversation off a bit rudely, nodding at the other alpha. 

“Hm?” Jimin moves his focus from Taehyung to Jeongguk, and then to the stranger. “Oh! This is Namjoon, he’s in my coding class.”

Ah fuck, really? Great. The guy is taller than Jeongguk and he shares an interest with Jimin, too. That’s just terrific.

Namjoon reaches a hand out to shake and if Jeongguk grips it a bit too firmly, that’s neither here nor there.

“Jeongguk. Jimin’s… ex’s neighbor." 

He wishes he could say something cooler and something that makes Namjoon back off a bit, but Jeongguk doesn’t know where he and Jimin stand right now.

Namjoon’s eyebrows lift. “You’re friends with Hyunsik?”

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Taehyung answers for Jeongguk with a little grin. 

Jimin cuts in with a laugh. “Jeongguk-ah is the one who gave Hyunsik a broken nose.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows raise even further, disappearing behind his hairline. 

“Oh, shit, really?”

Jimin leans on Jeongguk’s arm, curling a hand around his bicep. “A real knight in shining armor,” he teases.

Jeongguk smiles sheepishly. Pride blooms in his chest. He beat Hyunsik up for cheating on Jimin, and what did Namjoon do? Probably just said a few pitying words to the omega in coding class. Hah.

“It was nothing,” Jeongguk says, smirking a bit when he notices how Namjoon is eyeing Jimin’s hand that’s still on Jeongguk’s arm.

Taehyung scoffs, but doesn’t say anything. Revealing what a mess Jeongguk was that night would not be very wingman-y of him.

“So you met in coding class, then?” Jeongguk asks, trying to sound casual.

Jimin smirks at him, knowing. His hand moves leisurely on Jeongguk’s arm—curling, tracing. 

Jeongguk is too weak for how good he looks. The insistent heat which has lived in his belly ever since he woke up this morning grows for every second Jimin’s attention is on him. It doesn’t help that the look in Jimin’s eyes reminds him of last night. 

“Mhm, we just ended up sitting together. Joonie hyung is great at answering questions, he’s like an encyclopedia."

That dark jealousy that’s been creeping around in Jeongguk’s chest gets a lot wilder, tainting his scent. His hand sneaks to the back of Jimin’s waist as if it’s got a mind of its own, needing to do something. 

“Really?” He sends Namjoon a fake smile before leaning in to speak into Jimin’s ear. The omega eagerly tilts his head to listen. “Does he know what you sound like when you’re being eaten out, too?”

Jimin’s grip around his arm tightens and his lips are parted when Jeongguk pulls back, eyes a bit unfocused. He gives a small shake of his head. 

“Good,” Jeongguk murmurs, hand curling around Jimin’s waist possessively. 

“Oh, fuck, he actually came,” Taehyung suddenly blurts out, eyes wide and set on what is surely Seokjin. Jeongguk is too busy glaring at Namjoon to notice.

“Your fashion major?” Jimin asks, invested. 

Taehyung nods quickly, shoving his drink at Jeongguk’s chest so Jeongguk is forced to unwrap his arm from Jimin to take it. What a wingman he is. 

“Wish me luck, guys.”

Jimin does so with a giggle and Taehyung disappears toward the other side of the crowded living room.

“I’m gonna go get another beer,” Namjoon speaks up. “I’ll see you around Jimin-ah. It was nice to meet you, Jeongguk-ssi.”

Jeongguk just gives a nod, uncaring if he’s impolite because he still feels like Namjoon is competition, while Jimin parts from his side to give the other alpha a quick hug. Jeongguk almost growls. 

Jimin turns to him with a smile and eyes full of mirth. He takes the cups out of Jeongguk’s hands and puts them on a table nearby. 

“Dance with me.”

Jimin guides his hands to his waist and wraps his own around Jeongguk’s neck. “You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he says teasingly. “Did you feel threatened by him? Hm? You like me that much?”

Jeongguk huffs, still a bit on edge even though Namjoon is out of sight. 

“Yes,” he admits. “I like you a lot.”

Jimin hums, biting his lips with a smile. “I like you a lot, as well. Did you think I was just using you last night? That I was going to move on to another alpha tonight?”

Jeongguk shakes his head, even though he was starting to doubt it. Of course Jimin wouldn’t do that.

“Mm, good.” Jimin’s hands slide up into his hair, messing it up by tugging gently. Jeongguk’s eyelids sink a fraction at the sensation. “I thought I made it pretty clear how much I like you last night… Didn’t I?”

Jeongguk nods, breathless, the ugly jealousy from before quickly getting replaced by tingling heat. 

Jimin licks his lips, and Jeongguk’s eyes follow the movement helplessly. Fuck, Jimin is so pretty. So hot. 

“Yeah… I came for you so many times, let you knot me, slept in your clothes, took them to my apartment so I could nest with them…”

Oh… Oh. Fuck, that’s… 

Jeongguk hasn't thought about it like that. The heat in his stomach burns and tugs low, cock hardening right there in the middle of some stranger’s dorm party. 

“Hyung…” he breathes out, not sure Jimin can even hear him over the music—doesn’t even know what he wants to say. He can’t form a coherent thought. The realization that Jimin actually returns his feelings is taking a toll on him.

“Yeah, pup?” Without breaking eye-contact, Jimin moves his hands down over Jeongguk’s chest slowly, giving a shameless, possessive squeeze that makes Jeongguk’s breath catch in his throat, before he continues down to the belthoops in the alpha’s jeans, just resting there—teasing. “Feeling overwhelmed? You’re a bit flushed.”

Jeongguk nods, then shakes his head. He’s so turned on he can’t think. All he knows is that he desperately needs Jimin to touch him. Jimin’s hands are right there, just playing with the material of his jeans, tracing the hem, giving a playful tug at his belt. 

“No? Just a bit hot, then?” 

Jimin gives a firmer tug at the beltloops, making their thighs slot together, and Jeongguk’s crotch rubs faintly against Jimin’s hip. 

“Oh–” 

The omega’s eyes are dark, roaming over his face hungrily. 

“Excited, are we?”

Heat flares up in Jeongguk’s cheeks, and he bites his tongue to keep his sounds in when Jimin presses even closer, mercilessly grinding his body against him under the pretense of dancing. 

“Can’t help it,” he manages to get out, shuddering when Jimin’s fingers tease over his hard nipples as the omega brings his hands back up to his neck, roaming every part of his midriff he can reach on the way there. “Want you so bad.”

Jimin likes to hear that, if his contented smile and the spike in his scent is anything to go by. 

It makes Jeongguk keep going, wanting to please Jimin even more. 

“Hyung is so fucking pretty, so good at teasing… Makes me so hard.”

Jeongguk can’t hold his moan when Jimin closes the distance between them and kisses him, tongues tangling from the get-go, all wet and messy. 

“Mmh–” 

His cock twitches just from the way Jimin’s lips feel against his, the way his teeth scrape over his lip, tongue rubbing against his own. He tastes so sweet, it’s intoxicating.

Halfway out of his mind with lust, he bucks his hips against Jimin. He’s so horny, needs any friction he can get, doesn’t care how many people are in their vicinity.

Jimin smiles against his mouth, and Jeongguk can only imagine how wicked it would look if he could pull away long enough to see it. He just kisses Jimin desperately, rubbing his bulge against the omega’s hip a bit pathetically, all uncoordinated. 

When Jimin pulls back it’s with a wet smack, a string of saliva stretching between their tongues before it breaks. 

“Humping me like a dog in the middle of a party,” Jimin tuts against his ear, catching the lobe between his teeth to give a gentle bite. Jeongguk shudders, hips stuttering. “Wanna come?”

Jeongguk nods, eyes fluttering shut to escape any watching eyes from strangers around them. Fuck, it’s embarrassing… but he’s so turned on, and right now the thought of other alphas seeing Jimin with him like this feels good. He might look pathetic, but Jimin likes it so it’s Jeongguk who’s winning.

Besides, Jimin takes pity on him and keeps dancing—way too slow and sensual for the song currently playing, but it’s enough to make it seem less like they’re fucking with their clothes on and more like they’re dancing-slash-grinding. 

Jeongguk grips Jimin’s waist tightly in one hand and roams the other up under his shirt, hiking it up to feel more of his skin as they rock against each other. He turns his head to press his nose into Jimin’s hair as the omega noses down his neck, scenting him. He’s so fucking close. Everything feels incredible, even the rough fabric of jeans against his twitching cock. 

Like Jimin can tell, he keeps talking with that smooth, pretty voice of his. “Come for me, baby. Claim me in front of everyone. In front of Namjoon.”

“Nngh–” 

Jeongguk tips over the edge, pressing his clothed cock as close against Jimin’s body as he can, knees almost buckling under him as he shoots his load into his underwear, staining his pants. 

Jimin lifts his head to cover his mouth with his own, smirking against his lips, and swallows the rest of his moans. 

“Good boy,” the omega murmurs when Jeongguk comes down from it, pressing another kiss to his lips. “Did so well for me in front of everyone.”

Jeongguk pants, body tingling with leftover pleasure. 

“Wanna know something?” Jimin then asks, tracing a pattern by Jeongguk’s collarbone as he leans in close to the alpha’s ear again to whisper, “I’m so wet right now.”

Jeongguk quickly stands to attention, grabbing Jimin’s forearms, ready to swoop him away because that scent is for Jeongguk and Jeongguk only—but then he realizes with confusion that he hasn’t sensed Jimin’s slick himself yet. 

Jimin bites his lip, squirming a bit. Jeongguk blinks at him, clueless. 

“You’re smart, Jeonggukie, put two and two together,” Jimin says, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Yeah, maybe he’s smart, but certainly not when Jimin’s just made him come in a room full of people and is looking at him with this much desire in his eyes. 

Jeongguk surveys him. If Jimin is really wet, he must have been leaking slick for a while, but if Jeongguk’s not able to smell it, maybe it’s not leaking at all. Fuck.

“Yeah,” Jimin confirms without Jeongguk even having to say anything. “I was hoping you’d come tonight.” 

“Hyung,” Jeongguk says desperately. “Wanna have you again. Wanna fuck you.”

Jimin’s breath hitches and the flush on his cheeks and nose deepens. Jeongguk’s chest expands with pride at catching him off guard. 

“Can I? Can we go to your apartment?”

Instead of a verbal response, Jimin turns around and grabs Jeongguk’s hand from behind, walking them to the door. Jeongguk tries not to think too much about the fact that some people are staring, happy that Jimin is walking so closely in front of him, hopefully shielding the dark spot on his jeans. 

It’s cold outside and the mess in Jeongguk’s underwear is uncomfortable, but he powers through thanks to Jimin’s hand in his and the promise of being in bed with Jimin again soon.

“Let’s take a shower first. I’m cold, so you must be freezing, alpha.”

Jeongguk agrees, stripping down with Jimin in the bathroom. Jimin must be bending over in front of him on purpose, showing off a bejeweled plug nestled between his cheeks. Jeongguk’s cock jumps back to life. Jimin is wearing that for him.

“Fuck, hyung…” he murmurs, reaching for the omega.

Jimin lets him touch, leaning back against him with a contented sigh. “Like it?”

Jeongguk growls softly. “Love it.”

Jimin pulls him under the hot stream of the shower and Jeongguk can't stop touching Jimin while the omega washes both of them. 

Jimin has such a pretty blush covering his cheekbones and nose, and his cock is standing straight against his lower belly, flushed the same shade of pink as his cheeks. He must have been hard since the party—even during the cold walk to the apartment.

Without a word, Jeongguk grabs Jimin’s hips and presses him against the shower wall. 

“Gguk, what– I’m not done– Ah…”

Jeongguk drops to his knees on the bathroom floor and takes Jimin’s cock into his mouth with ease, gently sucking around the hard length of it.

Jimin whimpers, legs trembling slightly as Jeongguk rubs his tongue along the underside firmly, starting to bob his head. 

“Baby, fuck… I’m close.”

Jeongguk looks at Jimin through his lashes, meeting Jimin’s dark eyes, seeing the way he pants with his thick lips softly parted. He sucks him off faster, eyes falling shut again at the feeling. He wishes it would last longer—could go on for hours until his tongue is numb and his jaw is sore. 

But he wants Jimin to feel good most of all, so he swirls his tongue and moves one of his hands from Jimin’s hip to where Jimin’s hole is plugged up, gently pressing down on the jewel.

Jimin’s cock twitches in his mouth and his body spasms as he comes with a loud moan that echoes against the tiles. 

Jeongguk swallows the small amount of cum the omega is able to produce with a satisfied growl, sucking him dry. 

“Ah– Aah…” Jimin whines when it gets too raw, fingers curling in Jeongguk’s wet hair. 

Jeongguk pulls off and looks up at Jimin, pride blooming in his chest at the fucked out expression on his face. 

Jimin keeps his hand in his hair, tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he looks at the alpha on his knees in front of him. There is attraction and a hint of awe behind the erotic fog in Jimin’s gaze that makes Jeongguk feel weak.

“How is an alpha this pretty, hm?”

Jeongguk preens. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips. 

“Come here,” Jimin coaxes, and pulls him in for a kiss once the alpha has stood up. 

They barely bother to dry off before they fall into Jimin’s bed. Jeongguk roams Jimin’s mouth with his tongue, squeezing his ass with one hand while the other cups his face. Jimin is halfway on top of him and has a hand around his hard cock, languidly feeling it up. 

“Wanna ride your cock, is that okay?”

Jeongguk’s cock answers the question before he can utter a word, twitching in the omega’s hand. 

“Yeah. Please.”

Jimin smiles, biting his lip. His gaze is full to the brim of attraction and desire. 

“And if I ride you until you knot me… it that–”

“Yes,” Jeongguk quickly declares, chest rising and falling quickly. If Jimin keeps talking he’s not going to last. “Fuck, please, hyung. Whatever you want.”

Jimin hums, reaching behind himself. Jeongguk realizes he’s going to pull the plug out, the one that’s keeping his slick inside. 

“Hyung,” he exclaims, maybe a bit loud since Jimin flinches. “Don’t-don’t just…”

Jeongguk pulls Jimin more on top of him, huffing. 

“Use your words, baby.”

Jeongguk almost whines. “You’ll waste it like that. Want it in my mouth.”

Jimin makes a little noise in understanding. 

“Want my slick?” 

Jeongguk nods and Jimin finally works with him, crawling up to straddle his face just like last night. God, this is where Jeongguk wants to be. He wants to be under Jimin like this all the time, would let Jimin ride his face any time, any place, even in public—he doesn’t care as long as he gets to have the omega just like this.

“Open your mouth, pup.”

Jeongguk parts his lips with a moan, anticipation rushing through him.

Jeongguk hears Jimin pull the plug out—a wet squelch—and his nose fills with intoxicating sweetness a millisecond before his mouth is flooded with slick. 

Jeongguk moans, swallowing and swallowing. When there is just a trickle left, he tilts his chin up and presses his tongue against Jimin’s soft entrance, lapping up anything he can get. 

The omega moans softly above him, gasping when Jeongguk presses his tongue inside just for a moment, feeling a little greedy—kind of wishes Jimin would put his full weight on him and make him eat him out until he can’t breathe.

“Mm, thank you,” Jeongguk utters absentmindedly, licking his lips for any stray drops of his omega’s slick. 

Jimin laughs breathlessly, slowly moving down to straddle his hips instead. 

“You really love that, don’t you? When I sit on your face.”

Jeongguk nods, ears burning. “Love it a lot. Like it even more when you ride my tongue.”

Jimin’s pupils dilate. 

“I’ll have to do it often then, won’t I?”

“Whenever you want to,” Jeongguk agrees eagerly. 

Jimin smiles wide enough for his crooked front tooth to show, eyes forming little crescents. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

“It’s a deal, alpha.”

And what a perfect deal for Jeongguk. 

Jimin grinds his hips down against him, drawing a moan from both of them. 

“Can you knot without getting to fuck me, baby? Just lying there while I ride you?”

Jeongguk actually doesn’t know, but he’d be pretty fucking surprised if he ever manages not to knot while he’s inside Jimin, whether he’s doing the fucking or not. Just the prospect of Jimin riding him is making his stomach clench with arousal.

“I think so,” he breathes out. 

Jimin licks his lips and reaches back to line himself up with Jeongguk’s cock. 

“Mm, you wouldn’t disappoint your omega, right?”

Jeongguk’s heart stutters hearing Jimin address himself as his.

“No– I-I’ll knot. Wanna knot you.”

“Good, baby,” Jimin purrs, slowly sinking down his length. 

Jeongguk’s legs jerk a bit each time Jimin clenches down on him, trying to get used to the size. He touches Jimin’s thighs, caresses his palms over the velvety skin to try to distract himself from how tight and hot Jimin is inside. 

“Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of the way you split me open,” Jimin moans, finally bottoming out. 

“Me neither,” Jeongguk breathes, toes curling. Jimin looks insanely good like this. 

Nothing could have prepared him for when Jimin starts to move, though. A slow grind of his hips, smooth and controlled in a way that betrays Jimin’s status as a dancer. 

Jeongguk shudders, cock throbbing with a dangerous rush of heat and attraction. 

“Mmh, don’t come yet, pup.”

Jeongguk looks away from the roll of Jimin’s hips, up to his eyes. The sight makes Jeongguk muster up all the self-control he can find to reign in his orgasm. 

Jimin is smiling in an exhilarated way, looking beyond pleased to be riding Jeongguk’s cock—like he belongs there, just like Jeongguk belongs with Jimin’s slick on his tongue. 

“Wanna ride this big cock all night,” Jimin continues, breathing out a small moan when he lifts himself up an inch or two and sinks back down with another hypnotizing roll of his hips. 

Jeongguk bites his lip, fingers twitching around Jimin’s thighs. With Jimin on top of him like this, it’s going to be impossible to last that long. Even though he already came once at the party, he’s close—can feel that tingling pleasure brewing in his gut.

He really doesn’t want to disappoint Jimin, though, so he digs his fingers into the muscle of his thighs and holds it. 

Jimin moans and sighs prettily as he picks up pace, fucking himself on Jeongguk’s cock. The sounds go straight to Jeongguk building pleasure, and he desperately squeezes his eyes shut. 

“Hyung, ah– I’m– I’m–”

“You’re being so good, alpha, staying still and looking pretty for me,” Jimin praises, and Jeongguk can’t take it. 

He comes with a whimper and a desperate buck of his hips, spilling inside Jimin. It wracks through his body in waves, tingling all the way out to his toes. 

When he opens his eyes, Jimin is clicking his tongue, eyes burning into him. 

“Fuck, sorry– I’m sorry, hyung, I tried to hold it but–”

“Shh, it’s okay. You didn’t knot.”

Jeongguk shakes his head shamefully. “I-I was trying to hold back, ah–” 

Jeongguk whimpers when Jimin’s walls squeeze around him and the omega starts moving again, not letting him go soft. 

“Hurts?”

Jeongguk nods. It hurts so good.

“Mm, good. Consider it your punishment for not knotting like you said. I’m giving you another chance.”

“Thank you, hyung,” Jeongguk moans, squirming a bit. It’s painful. His cock is so sensitive, not getting a second of rest as Jimin rides it hard. 

But, naturally, pain eventually turns into pleasure, especially when Jimin moves his hands from where they were keeping balance on Jeongguk’s abs up to his pecs, squeezing the muscle and rubbing his thumbs around his nipples. 

“Love your chest,” Jimin moans out, whimpering when he gyrates his hips just right. “Love everything about your body.”

Jeongguk bites his lips raw as Jimin toys with his nipples, flicks them and pinches them between his delicate little fingertips, all the while riding his cock with languid movements. 

“Hyung… Feels so good,” Jeongguk gasps out, hips bucking up involuntarily.

“Love to feel your cock twitch inside me when I play with your pretty nipples.”

Fuck, Jimin sounds so good when he says stuff like that. Every time the omega speaks or moans Jeongguk feels a steady spike in his arousal. Is it possible to have a thing for a specific voice? Jeongguk thinks he might have that.

Jimin gives his nipples a break to reach up and push his blond hair back, neck and chest glistening with sweat, holding eye contact with Jeongguk. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jeongguk blurts out, chest heaving a bit with a strong emotion as he exhales. He can’t believe Jimin is with him right now, looking so perfect in his lap, riding his cock with that gorgeous smile on his face. Can’t believe he feels the same.

“Thank you, Jeongguk-ah… Mmh, I’m close.”

Jeongguk’s eyes move down the omega’s body to where his pretty cock is bouncing around with his movements, a sticky string of precum connecting to his lower belly each time he lifts himself on Jeongguk’s cock. 

Jeongguk is close again, as well. His alpha wants him to move, snap his hips up into Jimin to get deeper and knot. 

“Want to come on your knot… Loved feeling you fill me up last night. Want you to breed me full again, alpha.”

Yeah. That works, too.

The base of his cock starts swelling as if on command, his alpha being provoked to make their seed take this time, even though the position isn’t putting their odds that high.

Jimin moans happily, scent blooming even sweeter around them, filled with pheromones that Jeongguk drinks right up. His knot swells slowly but surely this time, catching on Jimin’s rim, and the omega’s walls clench tighter. Jimin moans, leaning forward to support himself on Jeongguk’s shoulders, looking down at him with strands of blond hair falling in his face. An angel on earth.

“That’s it, alpha, knot me… My alpha. All mine.”

Jeongguk’s head spins with a rush of dopamine. “Yes, all yours.”

“And I’m all yours, Gguk.”

Jeongguk exhales sharply. He loves to hear Jimin say that so much, and his heart fills with so much warmth he doesn’t know what to do with himself—how to channel it. 

His alpha is giving up control to Jimin’s omega in a way that should feel unnatural and frustrating but it just feels so inexplicably good. Safe.

There’s a pressure in his chest that’s building and it’s not like anything he’s ever felt before. When it inevitably releases, it’s with a sob, relief and happiness flooding, spreading everywhere, making his chest heave with another sob, tears quickly following.

Jimin slows down on top of him. “Jeongguk? Oh, my… What’s wrong, baby?”

He sounds so concerned Jeongguk just sobs harder, gasping a bit. 

“N-nothing wrong,” he blubbers. “Just happy, hyung–” He sniffles, tears clumping his eyelashes, sliding down his temples into his hair. “Feels so good.”

Jimin seems at a loss for words for a moment before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to Jeongguk’s lips. God, it all feels so fucking lovely.

“Fuck, baby… How are you real?” Jimin breathes out, eyes so full of endearment and unadulterated lust. 

Jeongguk half moans, half sobs when Jimin starts moving again, bouncing on his cock with even more enthusiasm than before, seemingly determined to give Jeongguk the best orgasm of his life, and he succeeds.

Everything shatters when Jeongguk comes. A devastating sob wracks his body as his knots pops past Jimin’s rim the last time. 

Jimin leans down to be closer and Jeongguk holds onto him, burying his nose in his neck, pressing his mouth to his scent gland to taste the explosion of pheromones when the omega orgasms on his knot. 

It lasts even longer than the night before, even though it’s the third time he comes, and he only stops shaking when Jimin starts to release comforting pheromones, kissing his temple affectionately. 

“Are you okay, alpha?” Jimin asks, tone soft and attentive. 

Jeongguk nods faintly, head still swimming, still full to the brim with emotions. He’s still softly sobbing, feeling so light, tears slowly starting to dry on his skin. 

“‘M okay,” he rasps out, eyes fluttering shut when Jimin keeps pressing kisses to the side of his face, soft press of a nose against his temple when the omega kisses his cheek. 

“You felt really good, didn’t you?”

Jeongguk nods, fixing his shiny eyes on Jimin’s face when the omega pulls back. He almost melts under that gentle, warm gaze. 

“Yeah,” he hiccups.

Jimin leans down and slots their lips together, kissing as gentle and warm as his eyes. 

“You felt good too?” Jeongguk asks between kisses, desperate to know he didn’t focus on his own pleasure too much or turn Jimin off by becoming a sobbing mess.

Jimin pulls back slightly to meet his eyes. “So good, Ggukie. You knotted me so well, just like I asked you to.”

Jeongguk nods, trying not to cry with happiness all over again. It’s like his heart is lying open and raw in Jimin’s hands, but the omega is taking such good care of it that it just feels warm and relieving.

“Seeing you feel good made me feel so good, baby. Came so hard to the sight of you crying with your knot all swollen, trusting me to make you come.”

“Jimin hyung,” Jeongguk moans helplessly, eyebrows furrowing slightly. Jimin definitely knows what it does to him when he talks to him like this and he’s so spent that any spike of arousal turns into pain when it reaches his overstimulated cock. 

“Sorry, baby… Just need to let you know how you make me feel when you’re just being yourself like this.”

Jeongguk takes a harsh breath, tilting his head up for another kiss which Jimin immediately grants him. 

“Your knot is going down already… I really wore you out, didn’t I?” Jimin hums, smiling into the next kiss. 

Jeongguk nods, sliding his tongue into Jimin’s mouth, tasting sweet and mellow. 

They shower again, and Jeongguk probably makes it harder than it could be by staying plastered to Jimin the whole time, but the omega doesn’t complain even once. 

Jeongguk falls asleep as soon as he has Jimin in his arms in the bed, heart full. 

*ೃ༄

It was only a matter of time before Jeongguk was going to run into Hyunsik. They live right next to each other, after all. Jeongguk really has to do something about that—find someone to switch dorms with or something. 

But it takes longer than Jeongguk expected. Two full weeks, to be exact. Maybe because he spends most of his time at Jimin’s place, at the gym, or at school. 

It’s not even outside his apartment that Jeongguk comes across the other alpha, it’s at a party. 

He and Jimin are playing beer pong on a kitchen table, competing against Taehyung and Seokjin who are pretending not to be dating. 

Hyunsik is evidently drunk when he approaches them, an omega struggling to keep balance with the way he’s leaning on her. 

“If it isn’t my dear fucking neighbor and my sweet, lying ex,” he says, loud enough for the people around them to turn around—especially when the loud game of beer pong stops. 

“Did the word lying just leave your mouth?” Jeongguk says incredulously. 

Hyunsik doesn’t pay him any mind, focusing his gaze on Jimin. 

“You really left me for this fucking nerd?”

“I left you because you were cheating on me,” Jimin says in a deadpan way.

Jeongguk moves so that Jimin is half-way behind him. His alpha is pacing inside him, releasing pheromones in thick waves to force Hyunsik’s own away from his omega and to keep his omega’s scent from the alpha to get the privilege to smell.

“Whatever,” Hyunsik scoffs as if that’s not even remotely important. “You moved on pretty fucking quick when you found out, with a fucking virgin no less.”

Jeongguk opens his mouth to defend himself, but Jimin seems to have it all under control.

“Are you sure you want to speak on that? You couldn’t even make me come, Hyunsik.”

Hyunsik shuts his mouth for a moment at that, gritting his teeth. People around them gasp and laugh. Jimin just smiles sweetly. Jeongguk fucking loves him.

“I should’ve left long before I did,” Jimin continues. “You should be grateful for what you got.”

Hyunsik growls, turning to Jeongguk. He lets go of the omega on his arm, using her to push his weight forward, stepping closer to Jeongguk, pointing a finger at him.

“You broke my fucking nose and fucked my omega. I should kill you.”

Jeongguk shrugs his shoulders, not phased. “You cheated on Jimin. You can’t blame anything that happened to you after that on anyone but yourself.”

Hyunsik fumes. Jeongguk senses Taehyung and Seokjin moving up behind him to back him up if the drunk alpha decides to try his luck. Jeongguk appreciates the show of support, but he’s pretty sure just a push would put Hyunsik on his ass.

“You know what?” Hyunsik huffs with a forced laugh. “You two deserve each other. Have a happy fucking life.”

Jeongguk and Jimin exchange surprised glances, smiles growing on their lips. 

“Thanks, man.”

Hyunsik pushes through them and disappears as fast as he had appeared. 

“That was fun,” Jimin says with a genuine smile. “I’ve been dying to humble him a bit. Way too cocky for how small his dick is.”

Taehyung breaks out in laughter and Jeongguk smirks, proud of his boyfriend. 

“You really did,” Seokjin snickers, entertained. “By tomorrow, the whole campus is gonna know he not only is a terrible boyfriend but also sucks in bed.”

Jimin smiles, satisfied. “Mm, serves him right. Whose turn was it?”

The game continues and Jeongguk presses a kiss to Jimin’s temple, surrounding him in pleased pheromones. 

“Sit on my face later?” Jeongguk asks into the omega’s ear. He earns a burst of laughter and a twinkle in Jimin’s eyes that promises a fun night. 

The world is so kind and fair, Jeongguk could kiss whatever higher power is deciding his fate. Ah, but he supposes kissing Jimin is pretty much the same thing. Better, even.

*ೃ༄ the end