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Dance practice had tired him out more than he anticipated beforehand. Jimin was always the only one to carefully stretch before and after practice, but today he skipped his routine, as he just wanted a shower and go to bed. He was sweaty, hungry, and above all; worn out. He sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his hand, noticing a red crimson color staining his skin. His eyes widened a bit as he turned towards Yoongi, the only one left besides himself.
"Hyung?" He asked, his voice a little sad. The alpha looked up, eyeing him with a cautious look, sensing something was wrong with the pup. The room was flooded with smells - since dance practice always left all the members sweaty and scenting -, but the trademark pine-scent of Yoongi immediately started to overshadow the other ones. It calmed Jimin down a bit. "My nose is bleeding. I don't know what I did." He furrowed his brows, but did not remember tripping over his own legs. A drop of red fell to the floor, and he quickly covered his nose, so that no more blood would stain his precious dance hall.
Yoongi quickly made his way over to him, and he huffed a little when the alpha pulled his hand away, so he could check for any bruises. "I didn't do anything, hyung!" Jimin protested, but let the other inspect him anyway. He didn't want to get on Yoongi's bad side, and knew that the other wouldn't hesitate using his alpha voice if he deemed it necessary, which was more often than Jimin liked. He crossed his arms over his chest, undergoing the touching to his nose, squirming a bit when a drop of blood ran down his face and over his lips. He quickly wiped it away.
"I don't know, pup, but you don't seem to have any pain so that's good. Just go wash up, I guess." The words that came from the alpha's mouth might've sounded a little harsh, but there was a concerning tone to them. Yoongi sternly looked Jimin in the eye, making him look down. A hand touched his chin softly so he was forced to look up. "Don't worry, yah? And be sure to eat something." The younger boy nodded, and flashed his hyung a smile, and made his way towards the bathroom. He was sure to cup his nose so that no blood would spill on his way over there.
Because he was so focused on getting to the bathroom quickly, he didn't really notice Jeongguk before it was too late, crashing into the maknae with a loud yelp. "Jeonggukkie-ah!" He exclaimed, raising his voice a little. "Watch where you're going!" His words sounded whinier than he intended, but then again, he was exhausted. He looked up to find the other boy staring at him with big eyes, pointing at his nose. "You're bleeding," he said, his voice somewhat guilty, thinking he had caused the nosebleed. "I already was, don't worry. That's why I was in such a hurry, anyway." He didn't like it when others got upset because of him, so he was the first to apologise. "It's fine, really!" Another smile was flashed towards Jeongguk. "But I-ahh, should really get to the bathroom." The bleeding was getting worse and he didn't quite like the feeling of a pool of blood in his hands. Jeongguk just nodded, a bit stunned from all the smiles, because he knew Jimin was tired from practice, and a tired Jimin was often a cranky Jimin. But not today. It was a weird, but pleasant surprise.
As the boy walked towards the bathroom, he noticed his body was starting to feel achy. The hot feeling also hadn't washed away yet, which was curious, since the intense dancing must've been more than ten minutes ago now. An annoyed sigh trailed over his lips as he started to massage his neck with one hand - the other one still beneath his nose -, letting out a soft whimper as he felt exactly how painful this was. He reached the bathroom safely without any other collisions, and finally lowered his hand, inspecting himself in the mirror and gasping at the amount of blood that had gathered on both his hands and lips. "That does not look good..." he muttered softly, turning on the tap, and quickly washing his hands before moving onto his nose.
Removing the blood didn't take more than two minutes. The cold water had reduced his high body temperature, and he let out a breath of relief. His eyed himself in the mirror, slowly tracing the roots of his orange hair. He should dye it again sometime. Maybe he'd go for a different color, but he wasn't exactly sure which one he should go with. Maybe he'd dye it black, just like Yoongi had not so long ago. It would be easier to maintain, seeing as his natural hair color was black too. His gaze shifted from his hair to the shower behind him, and he let out another sigh. He wasn't feeling like showering, but knew he'd get complaints if he didn't. So it wasn't until long that the shower was running, and Jimin stripping out of his clothes, making a show out of it for his own fun, and then stepped in.
It was too hot. He let out a yelp as his skin came in contact with the shower, and he quickly pulled his hand back, eyes blown wide in surprise. The shower wasn't hotter than it normally was, but it felt like he would burn if he showered in this heat, so he adjusted the temperature. The cooler water felt better, nice even , and he knew that as soon as he let his body engulf in the water, he wouldn't want to get out for a while.
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Forty minutes later, he finally left the bathroom, freshly showered, but not clad in a different scent; the only shampoos the pack had were non-scented ones. Especially Taehyung disliked it when there were different smells on them, so they had decided to buy the more expensive, more wanted no-scented shampoos and soaps. Jimin let his hand trace over his scent-gland, letting out a heavy sigh as he pressed down, to make sure that the smells that the shower had accidentally rinsed off, would be back on him. After that, he let his hands slip in the pocket of his oversized sweater, grabbing his phone in one of them and unlocking it, to see a couple of unread messages.
Yoongi-Hyung: Are you allright again? I can hear the shower running, so I suppose so.
Yoongi-Hyung: I'm heading out with Hobi, Jin and Joon. We're getting the groceries today, so you're on cooking duty with Taehyung. Jeongguk will cook tomorrow, yeah?
Yoongi-Hyung: Message me when you're done showering.
A small smile played on the edges of the lips of Jimin, liking the way he was fussed over by his hyung. It made him feel cared for and loved. It was good for Yoongi to be out, because Jimin started feeling especially clingy from the attention the elder had given him. He quickly texted back that he was fine, thanking his hyung, before he saw Taehyung sitting on the couch in the living room. "Tae!" he called out, smiling warmly at the other boy who returned his smile with a boxy grin. They both hadn't presented yet, so cuddling was never a problem with them. Same for Jeongguk, but he didn't like cuddling as much. Cuddling with the alphas - Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon - was always a more risky thing, as they quickly got possessive of their pups, and didn't like it too much if one scent was more apparent then Jimin's own sweet, candy-like one.
He made his way over to Taehyung, flopping down next to him on the couch, immediately curling up against the other boy's side. "Hey," he greeted the other, nuzzling his nose against the other's collarbone. "Hmm, you smell nice," he heard from above him, and he tilted his head a bit to the side with a questioning look on his face. "Really?" he chirped happily, always happy with the compliments about his scent. He often was insecure about it, since he thought it way too sweet. "Yeah, really." Taehyung answered him, leaving them in a comfortable silence. The drowsiness kicked in again, and Jimin remembered he was supposed to be tired, exhausted even, from practice, so he snuggled a bit closer to the other boy and closed his eyes, slipping away in a cozy sleep.
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He woke up by a gentle shake, and groggily blinked with sleepy eyes. He looked up in the face of Yoongi, who smiled a little smile. "Yah, wake up. I said you were on cooking duty, did I not?" Jimin blinked a few times more, words not really registering in his mind yet, but when they did, a look of annoyance swept over his face and he huffed. He was tired, and wanted to sleep some more. And the warm body of Taehyung was gone besides his side, which left him awfully alone on the cold leather couch.
"I don't want to cook today. Can't Jeongguk cook with Taehyung? I'll do it tomorrow." He protested, knowing he was being disrespectful to his hyung who had waken him so softly, but he couldn't help himself. He just wanted to go back to sleep. Preferably with Yoongi by his side, even though he didn't quite know why. He never really wanted to nap with any of the alphas, because of the possessiveness. But right now it seemed like a perfectly fine thing to do.
"Don't get mouthy with me, Park Jimin. You were scheduled today to cook." Another huff left the boys mouth, and he knew he was now testing Yoongi's patience for sure. He felt a swat at his arm, and gasped in slightly, feeling hurt that Yoongi would just strike him like that - even though it wasn't hard at all. "But hyung, I don't want to. Don't you want to come cuddle with me?" The request was an infrequent one, and he could see the surprise on the face of the elder, and also hear a grunt from the other side of the room. He looked up to see Hoseok glaring at Yoongi. Jimin saw this as a chance, surely Yoongi would like to establish his dominance over Hoseok by cuddling with Jimin, wouldn't he? He tugged on the sleeve of the hoodie that Yoongi wore, and even nuzzled it a bit. The alpha's face was stoic as he eyed Jimin doing so, but he knew he'd won him over, as he wasn't dragging Jimin into the kitchen yet.
"Fine." Jimin quirked his lip upwards in a sweet smile, pressing himself against the back of the couch, so Yoongi would have more than enough space to lie down next to him. As soon as the alpha laid down, Jimin pressed his nose against the gland in his neck - below his ear and against the end of his jawline - and scented it sweetly by rubbing his nose against it and kissing it very lightly ever so often. The pack was used to cuddling and scenting, so this was nothing new; however, it mostly happened when they had a general hang-out night, for example, movie night where they would al scent each other. One-on-one scenting was seen as a more intimate thing, and raised up jealousy between the alphas whenever it happened. Jimin couldn't care right now, because scenting Yoongi was the most right thing he could think about right now.
He could hear a sharp intake of breath at the touch, and a hand traced his arm softly. "Jimin-ah, you know the others won't like this. Stop it." But Jimin didn't stop. Normally, he wouldn't dare refuse a semi-command from his alpha, but today he felt extra daring. He kept rubbing at the gland, but felt the hand pushing on his arm a little harder this time. "I said stop it, Park Jimin." Yoongi said warningly, turning his head so he could look at the pup, which stopped him in his actions. Fine, he thought to himself, but he was not happy about it. He huffed again and just shoved his face against the back of his hyung, drifting to sleep with a pine-scent very present in his nose.