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Jungkook steps into the large studio that’ll be used for today’s photoshoot and can’t help but smile, nearly vibrating with pure adrenaline and excitement. He loves being the photographer for shoots like this, big and grande and important. It’s just so fun, and sometimes he still can’t believe this is his job. His career. He gets to do what he loves for a living, and that’s awesome.

“Jungkookie!”

Jungkook turns toward where his name is being called, and there comes Jung Hoseok toward him, a bounce in his step and a huge smile on his face.

“Hobi-hyung!” Jungkook puts down the hard-cover cases he’s carrying with his equipment, and throws open his arms to grab Hoseok in a tight hug. Hoseok’s soft beta scent of nutmeg is such a comfort. Jungkook himself had put on some scent blocking spray that morning, to dull his alpha scent so that it’s not as strong and more like a beta’s. His sweet honey scent has an hint of spice to it, like it’s infused with chilli peppers, and he’s been told the unusual combination is very distracting. He’ll be working with a combination of other alphas and omegas and betas that day and the last thing he wants to do is be a distraction like that.

Besides there’s only one omega he’ll truly want the attention from anyway, and hopefully by the time their shoot is done, the scent blocker will be worn off a bit and Jimin is more than welcome to take his fill of Jungkook’s scent.

Jimin. Park Jimin. Finally. Finally Jungkook will get to see Park Jimin for the first time in three whole months. It’s been far too long since he’s seen his hyung.

There’s a text message burning a hole in his phone. One that asked if he’s free after the shoot.

For Park Jimin? Of course he fucking is.

But, for now, he must focus. Jungkook pounds a fist lightly against Hoseok’s back, who makes an exaggerated omph sound but hugs him tight.

“You’re here!” Hoseok says, pulling away but patting Jungkook’s shoulder. “Right on time.”

“I’m here,” Jungkook says. He looks around and gestures. “It looks great.” The large studio is already set up with different sets for the shoot’s theme, and from what Jungkook can see from glancing around, they all look amazing. It’ll be fun to work with them, show them in the best light.

“Doesn’t it? This is exciting.”

“Congratulations, hyung,” Jungkook says to him with a smile. “This line is going to be awesome.”

“I hope so,” Hoseok says, his heart-shaped smile wide and bright. “It’s a bit of a risk for me.”

“It’ll be fantastic,” Jungkook says. “I’ve seen the pieces you plan on having in the shoot.”

“And you’ll make them look amazing,” Hoseok says.

Jungkook laughs. “No, the models will, but I’ll try to make the models look good.”

“Not going to be that difficult, is it?” Hoseok says with a wink.

“Not with who’ve you personally picked, I don’t think so, no,” Jungkook says.

“One in particular. No playing favourites!” Hoseok scolds, but he’s smiling and adds in a wink so Jungkook knows that, while he’s serious and making a point, he still trusts Jungkook to do his job.

“I would never, hyung,” Jungkook says. He clutches a hand to his chest in a mock wound. “How could you think I’d be anything but professional?”

Hoseok’s face softens until he looks fond. “I know you will. You both will. Until you no longer have to, anyway,” he adds with a laugh.

“True enough,” Jungkook agrees.

Today is important and he wouldn’t jeopardise it for Hoseok, even if one very distracting model by the name of Park Jimin is also going to be involved.

This is a photoshoot for Hoseok’s new lingerie and sleepwear line he designed.

It’s a big deal.

Hoseok is an internationally renowned designer, and his lines are generally more streetwear. Some of the most popular in the world. He’s done some other designs too, some formal wear with a twist and a memorable athletic line with cuts and styles not typical but somehow worked.

This new lingerie line is something different from him. Something different for everywhere. At least in the way it’ll be launched and marketed in the mainstream.

Not that there aren’t a lot of lingerie and sleepwear lines out there. Of course there is. But they still all focus primarily on females, no matter if beta, omega, or alpha, for the most part. Lots of different designs and concepts for each, even though in Jungkook’s opinion it shouldn’t matter what someone’s presentation is for style of clothing.

That’s why he likes Hoseok’s clothing designs so much—they’re more neutral, and Jungkook often wears Hoseok’s clothing, especially since Hoseok is always gifting him with them.

However, Hoseok’s style changed a little, or adapted, for his lingerie line.

There are pieces for women, yes, but there are also ones tailored specifically for men, no matter if beta, omega, or alpha. Hoseok’s line is a mix of pieces for different genders and presentation, all bright and colourful and fun and sexy.

It’s so, so perfectly Hoseok.

“I’m honoured to be here to do this for you,” Jungkook says, giving a little bow to his hyung.

“Oh, stop,” Hoseok says, swatting lightly at Jungkook’s shoulder. “Who else would I have other than my dear Jungkookie?”

Alright, maybe there is a little nepotism going on at the moment. But when isn’t there in this industry? Not only was Jungkook handpicked by him to be a photographer, all the models were too. Friends and acquaintances and maybe current and or past lovers too—Hoseok’s preferences, like his line, are vast and encompassing—but that’s what makes it all the more special. And Jungkook would bet his day’s wage that all of them are just as happy to be here to support Hoseok as he is.

“I don’t know, but I’m glad it’s me,” Jungkook says. He glances around again, and he notes all the people bustling around preparing the shoot. He doesn’t see one particular and very important group needed for today’s shoot, though. “Are the models getting ready?”

“Yes, they’re going through hair and make-up.” Hoseok smirks at Jungkook. “Looking for one in particular? I was going to invite you out after the shoot with some of the others but I hear you have plans.”

“Thank you, but yes, yes I do.”

“And you’re sure you both don’t want to join us?” Hoseok asks. “You could always do what you do after we’re done?”

“I—no. He and I need to talk,” Jungkook says. “We need some time alone.”

Hoseok’s teasing face softens yet again. “Ah. Talk. It’s about time, isn’t it?”

Jungkook nods. He’s not going to pretend he doesn’t know what Hoseok is referring to, nor is Jungkook going to lie about it. “It is.”

Yes, Jungkook and Jimin do have plans to get together after the shoot. And, the thing is, Jungkook knows it’s important. It’s more than it once was, what their mutual friends all knew to be true about them. Things have changed. Or will be changing, anyway.

This isn’t going to just be some booty call.

Sure, that’s what they’ve done for just over a year now. A friends–with–benefits sort of thing, because both of them claimed they’re too busy for more and wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to occasionally fall into bed with? An alpha has needs. So does an omega. And they helped each other out without feelings getting in the way and making it messy, and they pretended for a while that they were good at it and that’s all it was.

The thing is... well, Jungkook’s realised that, when it comes to Park Jimin, it’s impossible not to have feelings. But he doesn’t feel like it’s messy, because they’re already friends, and have been for a while, and like to spend time together. He cares about Jimin, and Jungkook’s alpha refuses to pay attention to any omega that isn’t Jimin’s, and there must be a reason for that. It just feels right.

They, together, feel right.

But tonight? With that message asking to spend time together so that they can talk? Jungkook knows that Jimin feels it too. It’s going to be more.

Hopefully they’ll be more.

“I’m happy for you,” Hoseok says. He pats Jungkook’s shoulder again. “But let’s get the job done today, yes?”

“Of course, hyung,” Jungkook says. “I’ll focus for you, I promise. I’ll work well.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. Now, come on,” Hoseok says, “let’s get you set up, yes?”

“Let’s,” Jungkook agrees and picks up his cases of gear.

Today is going to be fun.

It takes a few minutes to get set up. Jungkook of course brought his own camera and equipment, and a computer he can tether his camera to so that the pictures show up on the screen as they’re being taken. He’ll have touch-ups and work to do on them, of course, but it’s always good to see how the shoot is turning out before he gets to the editing stage. Hoseok will like it too, as will his the creative director, though hopefully they don’t get too anxious and picky about how it all looks. Jungkook will need time with the photos afterwards, but he knows they’ll trust him to know what works and what doesn’t.

Jungkook’s attention is taken away from setting up his equipment when the models come into the main area, all of them gone through hair and make-up and wardrobe, though they’re all wrapped in fluffy, warm robes at the moment. His gaze goes straight to one in particular.

It’s hard not to look at Jimin when he’s in the room.

“Easy now,” Hoseok says from somewhere to his left, sounding too amused. “We have a full day to get through.”

Jungkook ducks his head and scratches the back of his neck. “I know. I’m a professional.”

“You are,” Hoseok says. “But this is also personal too. I get that. Just hold off a few hours, yeah?”

“I can at least say hello,” Jungkook grumbles. Hoseok just laughs at him.

Jungkook turns to go and say hello to the models but he stops short in his tracks. Jimin is already there, right there, right in front of him with that gorgeous smile on his face. Jungkook tries very hard not to make it obvious that he scents the air, trying to catch that sweet apricot scent. If the way Jimin’s smile shifts knowingly, he hadn’t done a very good job being discreet enough. Jimin, apparently, hasn’t bothered with scent blockers that day. Jungkook doesn’t know if he’ll find that as a comfort or a distraction; he’s ignored all the other scents in the room to that point, but it’s impossible to ignore Jimin’s.

“Jungkookie,” Jimin greets happily.

“Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook says, and then blurts out, “your hair!”

Jungkook sighs when he hears Hoseok giggling from somewhere behind him, but he otherwise ignores that hyung. He needs to focus on the one in front of him.

Jimin’s face is startled for a moment, then he ducks his head bashfully. He goes to run a hand through his now-dark hair but stops before he touches it—the stylist noonas would probably give him shit for messing up their work. Instead, his hand goes to rest on his neck, and attention to that does nothing to stop Jungkook’s beating heart either.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook through his eyelashes. Through the couple of locks that hang over his forehead in a deliberately messy style that screams having been tussled with in the bedroom.

God, how Jungkook really wants to make him look messy. For real. Again. It’s been too long.

“I thought I would try something new,” Jimin says. He laughs, a little self-deprecating. “Or, something old, I guess. It’s been a while since I went with my natural colour.”

“It looks great,” Jungkook says earnestly. He’s only known Jimin for a couple years, and in all that time, Jimin’s hair had been dyed. Most often blond, and Jimin looks amazing as a blond, but sometimes with pink or red or blue. Everything under the sun.

As sexy as those colours were on Jimin, there’s something... honest, and endearing, with the dark hair.

“Yeah?” Jimin doesn’t sound like he’s fishing for compliments, but more looking for confidence.

“Yes,” Jungkook says firmly. He’s kept in touch with Jimin these past three months, of course he has, but they hadn’t video chatted nor had he received a selca for a couple days, so it’s a very recent change to him. He wonders if Jimin decided to purposefully keep it as a surprise for him. “You look amazing.”

Jimin’s chin tilts up again and he beams at him. “Good. Thank you.” Then Jimin’s look turns a little sly. Coy. Sometimes it gives Jungkook whiplash, how this omega can go from shy and bashful to so playful and sexy all within a handful of seconds. Jungkook loves trying to keep up. Jimin adds, “Wait until you see what we get to wear.” His hands clutch the robe tighter at his collarbones, as if trying to dare Jungkook to try and get an early peek.

Jungkook licks his lips.

“I’ve seen pictures of the items,” Jungkook says. Of course he has. Hoseok shared everything he could about his new line. It’s all part of the marketing, the point of the photoshoot. Jungkook is here to make the lingerie look good.

Well. The models will make the lingerie look good. Jungkook is here to show the models in the best light. It’s a team effort.

“I need to finish getting set up,” Jungkook says, a little regretfully. As much as he wants to spend time with Jimin, he can’t linger too long. He told Hoseok he’d remain professional. “Have a good shoot.”

“You too,” Jimin says. He bites his lip and then forges on. “We’re still on for later, yes?”

“Yes,” Jungkook says firmly. He doesn’t want Jimin to doubt that. “Absolutely.”

Jimin looks relieved. “Good.”

There is a lot the two of them need to work out, and they’re both aware of that. Jungkook doesn’t mind waiting until the end of the day. He’s waited for months. And that’s okay. He isn’t going anywhere.

They’ll sort it all out.

The photoshoot is ridiculously fun.

Jungkook can’t imagine it being any different than that, of course. Hoseok’s excitement and enthusiasm is contagious, and the models pick up on that so easily, incorporating it into their poses.

Maybe, traditionally, lingerie and sleepwear marketing leans more on the sexy side. Coy. All dark colours, or black and white pictures, more boudoir style or perhaps expensive, fancy furniture in bedroom settings.

Not for the Hope line.

Nearly all the lingerie is bright colours. There will be the traditional black or white for sale in each of the styles, yes, but Hoseok didn’t want that for marketing. He wants the brightness and fun of his designs to be on display.

It is bright. And it is fun. And it’s still sexy, because what isn’t sexy about teddys and garters and bodysuits and camisoles, all sheer or lacy or silky material hanging perfectly over lovely bodies? But the designs are bright and colourful, yellows and greens and pinks and oranges, and even more, all colours of the rainbow. Silky straps and thong underwear and garters with clips holding up stockings. Varied and encompassing and beautiful.

And that’s the best part of Hoseok’s designs. There are different body types, male and female, larger and smaller, a mix of everyone, and beautiful sexy lingerie that goes so well with all the differences. The models themselves are all beautiful, and well known, a mix of omegas and betas and alphas, but all so different in their own ways.

Hoseok picked so well. He’s so good. Jungkook admires him. And now he does his best to honour how great it is by taking the photographs that will show the world these beautiful clothes worn by these beautiful people.

Jungkook remains professional, though fun and friendly, with all the models, and he gets the very best results he can. There are solo shoots sets that tend to play into what each of the models is well known for, aside from that—an artist with an easel and paint brushes, another photographer laughing as she takes pictures of Jungkook back. An actor sitting in a director’s chair while wearing a teddy and garter and holding a clapperboard. An alpha who is also known for designs wearing silk pyjama bottoms with lacy patches next to a professional dress form mannequin and draping material over it. There are group shoots too, a little more generic background not specific for the models, but that are still fun and full of colour.

But he’s not going to lie. There is one solo shoot in particular he enjoys the most.

Jimin makes it easy to enjoy his job.

It’s not the first time he’s been the photographer for Jimin, and not even the first time since they began sleeping together. But Jungkook won’t lie, he feels a little different now. A lot more fond, and a lot more having to focus on the task at hand rather than just stare at Jimin’s beauty.

Because, when Jimin slips off his slippers to be in bare feet, and then takes off the fluffy robe that kept him warm while he waited for his shoot, Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat. He’s already shot half a dozen little solo shoots and while the models are beautiful and the lingerie they wore scant and sexy, none of them could hold a candle next to Jimin. Not for Jungkook, anyway.

Jimin is wearing another robe, but one made of a deep purple silk. The stylist comes and fiddles with it, making sure it drapes right off Jimin’s shoulders and down his body. There is a tie to it but they don’t belt it, instead letting the silt ties hang down.

And he’s in a pair of underwear, done in a full brief style in a deep purple that matches the robe, but these are not typical everyday briefs. The alluring part is they’re a lacy material that hugs his upper thighs tightly, and the jock cup the front that cradles his cock is a solid silk of the same colour.

It’s so fucking sexy.

Jungkook inhales deeply. He’s grateful for the scent blocker he put on today because he’s sure his scent would’ve alerted everyone in a ten foot radius what the sight of Park Jimin in lacey underwear does to him.

Jimin smirks at him. Apparently he doesn’t need to smell Jungkook’s scent to know just how much he likes it.

Hoseok, who’s standing beside Jungkook, gives a small chuckle. “Looks good, doesn’t he?”

The concept for Jimin’s shoot is simple—dance. It’s what Jimin is known for outside of being a model. It’s why the two of them have been separated for the last three months—Jimin was on a tour with a dance group, doing shows across the continent, performing in front of large crowds of people. Jungkook had seen the first show, the one in Seoul, but hadn’t been able to see him since. But he’d been so happy for his hyung having the opportunity to do what he loves best, even if he is probably more famous for being a model.

And so today’s shoot is so simple and straightforward. Jimin will be posing and dancing while wearing beautiful lingerie.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t put him in a bodysuit,” Jungkook says. He’s not going to lie, he thinks it’s his favourite piece of lingerie. Probably because it reminds him so much of Jimin dancing in the leotard style dancewear.

“I thought it was a bit too much on the nose,” Hoseok says. “And I think the robe will make for good movement in the pictures, while the briefs will accentuate his body, his muscles. Show off that tattoo he loves.” He smirks at Jungkook. “I hope you’re not too disappointed.”

“Of course not,” Jungkook says instantly, trying to cover up his embarrassment. How could he be disappointed? “He looks amazing.”

“Thank you,” Jimin says, startling Jungkook. Jungkook turns to him, having been snuck up on, and Jimin smirks. He’s still not wearing any scent blocker, but the sweet apricot is subtle. He smells as amazing as he looks. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Of course I do,” Jungkook says. He smiles softly. “Suits you.”

“Oh I’m sure you think so,” Jimin says. He’s still smirking, coy. He bites his lower lip and his eyes are half-lidded. “The material feels amazing.”

“Don’t you dare ask him to feel it for himself,” Hoseok says. Jungkook startles a laugh, but Jimin just looks pleased. “Not the time or place. Wait for later.”

“Happily,” Jimin says. He walks away, though he sends a playful smirk over his shoulder as he looks back at Jungkook.

“Keep it in your pants for now,” Hoseok says. “You can have fun later.”

“Oh, I will,” Jungkook says. Hoseok just rolls his eyes, but he does look a little pleased.

“I am happy for you guys,” Hoseok says quieter.

“We haven’t even talked about it yet,” Jungkook says. But he’s friends with Hoseok, and he knows Jimin is close with him too, and they share many other mutual friends. None of them are going to be surprised with how Jungkook and Jimin’s relationship will, hopefully, develop. They still need to talk about it themselves, but it is what it is and everyone close to them knows it.

“No, but you will,” Hoseok says. “I know neither of you have to worry about being on the same page.”

“No,” Jungkook says as he watches Jimin go to his mark and take a pose. “I don’t think we do.”

As simple of a concept Jimin’s solo shoot is, it does take a little while. Hoseok plays a specific song out of the speakers, and it’s not as lively and fun as the earlier music that’d been playing for some of the other shoots. It’s slower, but Jimin has choreography set to it, one that takes him through the movements more slowly, and also where he holds certain poses longer than he usually might. This does make it very easy for Jungkook to get good shots. They go through the song more than once, though, so that Jungkook has a variety to pick from.

He also has Jimin do some of the jumps separately, repeating them quite a few times. Jimin happily goes along with it, and Hoseok was right, the robe he has Jimin wear makes for an amazing accessory and addition to the photos, especially when Jimin gets the jump just right and it flows around him beautifully.

“How does it look?” Jimin asks, coming over to the computer screen Jungkook has his camera tethered to. They scroll back through the collection of photos Jungkook took of Jimin’s jumps. There are some with his legs out behind him, toes pointed. Others with his back arched. Others with his arms in beautiful position above him. Jungkook likes the ones in particular when the robe is floating out behind him and the curve of Jimin’s ample ass is shown.

The whole time Jimin watches the screen with a serious expression. Jungkook always knew Jimin is both serious and critical of his own self, how he looks and how he’s presented to the public. Jungkook feels ridiculously proud when, once they’re done going through them, Jimin gives a small nod and a smile, not criticising a single picture. Jungkook knows it wouldn’t be about Jungkook, but about what Jimin thinks of himself, and he’s happy he’d been able to capture Jimin so well.

“They’re amazing, Jungkook,” Jimin says softly, giving Jungkook a genuine smile.

“It’s easy when the subject matter is so special,” Jungkook says back, and loves the gentle blush that crosses Jimin’s cheeks.

“Hey, what did I say about waiting?” Hoseok says. “Give it a couple more hours, boys.”

Jimin ducks his head, murmuring something about having to get to wardrobe and ready for the next group shoot. Jungkook just shakes his head and grins at Hosoek.

“Did I mention how cute you two are?” Hoseok asks. “Because you are. But get to work, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook just laughs, shaking his head, but does as is required. That doesn’t stop him from looking forward to the work day being done.

The day goes well and goes very quickly. Jungkook only gets annoyed twice with the creative team making invasive comments about his pictures as they show up on the computer screen. Thankfully, Hoseok steers them away before Jungkook gets snappy because that’s not his style and he doesn’t want that reputation, but really, they need to back off and let him do his work.

Hoseok continues to be a joy, and the models are great, and overall, Jungkook feels like it’s a major success.

After it’s called a wrap, the various staff around start cleaning up the sets and Jungkook carefully packs his equipment. He takes his time but just as he’s finishing up, Jimin joins him.

“Almost done?” Jimin asks, approaching him.

Jungkook glances over, and Jimin is out of his lingerie and robes, and into his casual streetwear. He isn’t really dressed for a date, just in a pair of jeans and an oversized purple zip-up hoodie, with the hood up over his head. But his make-up is still done perfectly, lightly outlined eyes and lips painted red. He looks amazing.

“I wasn’t sure what the plan was,” Jimin explains. “And after a shoot, sometimes I just need to be comfy for a bit. But I brought a change of clothes—” he holds up a backpack he’s carrying “—for when we decide what we’re doing, if I need.”

“Well, I should stop by my studio,” Jungkook says, gesturing at the cases with his equipment. “I don’t like keeping this stuff in my car when it should be locked up there.”

“Fair,” Jimin says. A happy smile breaks out on his face. “You can give me a tour!”

“I would love that,” Jungkook says. “So we’ll stop by there and then decide what’s next?”

“Perfect,” Jimin says. He gestures to the cases. “Can I help?”

Jungkook doesn’t need the help, he’s more than capable of doing it on his own. But Jimin looks sweet and eager, and there’s no way he can say no in the face of that. “That’d be great, thanks.”

Jimin takes one of the cases and they both call a goodbye to Hoseok, who gives them a wink. Jungkook rolls his eyes but can’t help but smile, and Jimin giggles. They leave the studio to go load Jungkook’s car, not having to worry about Jimin’s vehicle as he took car service today, likely preparing for thir evening together.

Jungkook happily drives them to his studio, looking forward to the rest of the evening. Finally, finally he has Jimin all to himself.

Jungkook lets them into his studio, flipping on some lights as he does. He keeps it dim, not too bright and overwhelming. It’s later in the day already but there’s still some sunlight from the big, high windows.

“So,” he says, suddenly feeling bashful. “This is it.”

Jimin follows him in and stands by the door, his eyes sweeping the room.

Jungkook stands back and does the same, trying to see it as Jimin does. See it for the first time, although Jungkook has spent so much time here in the last few months. He’s renovated the warehouse space—so much smaller than the one they worked in today—into his studio. He’s been using it for a while but it underwent renovations the last few months, and it’s finally all in place.

It looks good. Professional. Jungkook is proud of it.

It’s a large open space with high windows that let in light. He painted all the walls a warm caramel colour, and painted the concrete floor too so it wouldn’t look so ugly. There are different stations all around. There’s an area with his desk and the computer he works on to touch up photos, and hard drives and back-up drives that save copies of everything he’s ever done. Off to the side is the cyc wall—the staging area where photographs are taken, where it’s easy to hang different backgrounds and create different sets. All the different backdrops he uses for the cyc wall are rolled and stored against the far wall. There’s shelves full of various props, and another workstation full of various cords and tools and equipment or anything else he might need during shoots. Off towards the back is his official office, which he rarely uses, and a full bathroom including a shower and change area for models, along with a make-up station. There’s also small kitchenette.

The cyc wall is the main focus. It’s set up now, left from a shoot he did yesterday. There’s a grey backdrop, and three huge black pillows stacked upon each other in the middle of the area, each as big as a single-bed mattress, with the light stands all set up around it. It had been a fun shoot.

Today’s had been much more fun. Jungkook bites his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches Jimin look around.

“Oh, Jungkook,” Jimin says. He turns to him with a big, proud smile on his face. “It looks so great!”

“Thanks,” Jungkook says, trying very hard not to duck his head bashfully. It means a lot that Jimin likes it. “Let me give you a quick tour.”

“I’d like that,” Jimin says.

Jungkook leads him around, pointing out different areas of the studio, speaking excitedly about each station and what he did to set it up to make things run smoother. Jimin is sweet and attentive and makes all the approving noises at all the right times. Jungkook’s alpha absolutely preens with the way the omega is paying attention to him, and seems proud of him. Warmth spreads through Jungkook’s entire body and he can’t stop smiling.

“As absolutely amazing as it is to see your place,” Jimin says after they’ve done taking a quick peek at the back office and Jungkook’s led him to the cyc wall to point out the new light stands he’d acquired to help with flashes, “aren’t you going to kiss me?”

Jungkook blinks for a second, and then chuckles. He can’t even help it. “Do you want me to?”

Jimin gives him a flat look. “No,” he says dryly. “Not at all. I didn’t bring it up for any reason whatsoever. I didn’t try to seduce you in the middle of a photoshoot surrounded by dozens of people for any reason—umph.”

Jungkook cuts him off with a kiss.

He makes a smooth move, in the middle of Jimin’s playful rant, quickly putting one hand on Jimin’s hip and ducking down to press his lips firmly against Jimin’s, effectively cutting him off.

It’s not a very smooth kiss though, given Jimin was indeed ranting. Their teeth clack together, Jungkook’s front bunny teeth clicking against the little snaggle tooth of Jimin’s that Jungkook so loves.

They both giggle.

But Jimin is just as smooth, quickly putting his arms up around Jungkook’s neck, tilting his head just so, and properly kissing him.

Jungkook sighs into it. Jimin tastes like he smells, sweet like apricot, and it is divine. Jungkook has missed this. He’s missed this so much.

They stand in the middle of Jungkook’s studio, sharing sweet little kisses, feather light and lovely. But it starts to drive Jungkook’s alpha crazy, after waiting so long for this omega, finally having him back in his arms again. His hands move from Jimin’s hips, one to the small of Jimin’s back and one up between his shoulder blades, and crushes him closer, deepening their kiss.

Jimin sighs into it, fingers of one hand gripping into the hair at the nape of Jungkook’s neck, while the other grips the material of the front of Jungkook’s shirt.

“I’ve missed this,” Jimin says, lips moving against Jungkook’s even as they break their kiss. “I really have.”

Jungkook presses his forehead against Jimin’s and takes a deep breath. “I have too.”

“I missed you,” Jimin says, and kisses Jungkook again.

When they finally break the kiss, they still stay in each other’s arms. Jungkook finds he can’t let go. He would, if Jimin asked him too, but he doesn’t think Jimin will. He hopes he won’t.

“Do we need to talk?” Jungkook asks. He’s fairly certain they’re both on the same page here, but he wants to make it clear. They need to make sure. He doesn’t want Jimin to think this is just for sex. This isn’t just about filling needs or getting off or anything. It’s not their previous arrangement. Jungkook wants more.

“I want to be with you,” Jimin says matter-of-factly, as if echoing Jungkook’s thoughts. “Not just as friends that fuck, or whatever we were. But. Trying. Trying to be with each other. Dating.”

A small smile spreads on Jungkook’s face. “I want to be with you too. I mean, I want to fuck you—” Jungkook laughs as Jimin lightly swats at his chest “—but I want more.”

“Okay,” Jimin says. “We’ve at least established that.”

“Yes.”

“So then fuck me,” Jimin says. “We’ll work out the rest later.”

Jungkook laughs. He can’t help it. He throws back his head and lets out a laugh that fills the warehouse, and Jimin’s light giggling accents it.

“Hey,” Jimin says. Jungkook looks down to see his pout, but it’s playful. “Stop laughing at me. I’m serious.”

“Are you?” Jungkook says. “You want to? Here, in my studio?”

The mood shifts very suddenly.

Jimin bites at his lower lip. The hand that was resting on Jungkook’s chest slips down and expertly cups the front of Jungkook’s crotch, causing Jungkook’s breath to catch in his throat.

“I wanted you in the other studio,” Jimin says. His voice has dropped low, sultry. He squeezes his hand lightly, palming Jungkook’s cock through the front of his pants.

Jungkook moans, just very light and breathy. He can’t help but tease though. “You didn’t smell like it.”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “I was being a professional. Can’t let my scent drive everyone crazy. I only wanted you.” He rubs his palm against Jungkook’s cock more firmly. “You could have had me. You could have taken me in front of all those people and I wouldn’t have cared.”

“You would have,” Jungkook says. He knows that, despite being a model and a dancer and putting himself out there for his job, Jimin is quite private.

“Maybe,” Jimin says. “But you would have given it to me so good I probably would have forgotten everyone else was there.” Jimin tilts his head, nips lightly at Jungkook’s chin. “Won’t you give it to me now?”

“Oh, I will,” Jungkook says. His hands drop to Jimin’s perfect ass. He might be wearing jeans and that damned large hoodie of his, but he’s still so perfect. He’s perfect. “I’ll give it to you however you want.”

“I want your knot,” Jimin says. “I’ve been dreaming of it for weeks. Months. I want it.”

Jungkook growls low in his throat. “Then I’ll give it to you, pretty. I’ll give it to you so good.”

“Then do it,” Jimin says. “Show me you’re not all talk.”

Jungkook crushes his lips against Jimin’s again. He can’t help it. He wants to devour Jimin. Take him, in every way, so thoroughly.

He squeezes Jimin’s ass one more time, and then his hand wanders up underneath Jimin’s baggy hoodie.

But his hand doesn’t move onto smooth skin like he thought it would. Oh no, it does not.

There’s lace beneath his fingers.

He makes a little noise in the back of his throat, and Jimin smiles against his lips. Jungkook rubs his fingers again, moves it up just a little, and there’s nothing but the feel of lace.

He pulls back from Jimin, just a little, and Jimin looks up at him from under his eyelashes. From under the couple locks of beautiful dark hair that had fallen across his forehead and over his eyes.

“Surprise,” Jimin says softly. He bites his lower lip between his teeth.

Jungkook’s hand dips below the waist of Jimin’s jeans, where there’s more lace and then suddenly there’s not, just the fleshy curve of Jimin’s perfectly toned ass. His other hand moves under the hem of the hoodie, over Jimin’s hip and to his stomach, and it’s still lace. All lace, beautiful lace.

Jungkook moans, and kisses Jimin’s red lips again, and then leans down so he can press his face against Jimin’s neck. There’s something extra there now. More heady. That arousal he’d teased wasn’t at the other studio is there now, thick and sweet.

“You’re still wearing lingerie,” Jungkook says against Jimin’s neck. His breath is heavy and wet against Jimin’s skin.

“Surprise,” Jimin says again. He presses closer to Jungkook. “Something that wasn’t at the photoshoot today. Something just for you.”

“How am I so fucking lucky?” Jungkook asks, rather rhetorically. His hand moves up Jimin’s front, still expecting to feel skin but it’s all lace material. His hand pauses on Jimin’s chest, rubbing his thumb over Jimin’s nipple, eliciting the most beautiful little sound from Jimin. “Bodysuit?”

“A bodysuit of lace, just for you,” Jimin says. Jungkook groans because, god, that’s what he wanted to see Jimin in. And now he gets to, and it’s all just for him. Jimin gently pushes Jungkook’s hands down and steps away, though he presses one quick, sweet kiss to Jungkook’s lips. Jimin giggles when Jungkook tries to follow him, but puts a finger up to his lips, stopping him in place. “Want to take pictures of it?”

Jungkook licks his lips. “You want me to? After working all day?”

“This is different,” Jimin says. “This is for you. Only you.” He glances around and then looks back at Jungkook. “And what do you know, we’re in the perfect place for it.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright,” Jungkook says, maybe a little too eagerly. Pictures of Jimin in a lacy bodysuit, just for him? Oh, he’ll take all the pictures Jimin will allow.

Jimin smiles coyly and reaches for the zip of his hoodie. Shit, he’s not going to be wearing anything under it but lace, is he?

“Wait,” Jungkook says, effectively stopping Jimin from stripping. Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Let me get my camera.”

“Ah, you want to take pictures of me stripping?” Jimin sounds amused, and a little playful. “I suppose I’ll allow that.”

“The transition,” Jungkook says as he hurries over to one of the carts and grabs one of his cameras, turning it on and checking the memory card. He puts the strap around his neck. “Will make for good contrasting shots.”

“Jungkook, no one is going to see these but you.” Jimin bites his lips uncertainly. Jungkook brings the camera up to his face and quickly snaps a pic, which at least makes Jimin smile. He does sound a little uncertain when he asks, “Right?”

“Right,” Jungkook answers firmly. “These are just for me.” He takes another picture. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to take the best of them.”

“Oh my god,” Jimin says flatly. “I’m never getting fucked at this rate.”

Jungkook laughs and lets the camera hang around his neck as he goes to turn on the light stands that are still pointed at the cyc wall. “Think of it as foreplay.”

“Didn’t we just do a whole day of that?” Jimin grumbles, but to the contrary looks rather fond as he watches Jungkook get everything set up.

“It was your suggestion.”

“And you can’t do anything less than your best.”

Jungkook stops and smiles broadly at him. “Exactly.”

Jimin laughs a little but nods. “Alright. Then I’ll give my best too.”

Jungkook leers playfully at him. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Hey! Remain professional!” Jimin scolds.

“Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook says, not very sorry at all. He gestures over to the cyc wall to where the pillows are set up. He goes over to the tripod, though he doesn’t mount the camera. He keeps it in his hands. “Please. Let’s take some pictures.”

Jimin is a professional and even though they’re just playing around he takes it very seriously. He goes to where Jungkook asks him too, poses with his hip cocked out to the side, raises his chin and gives a very alluring look as he slowly pulls down the zipper of his hoodie.

Fuck. The lace underneath it is red. A red that matches his lips perfectly.

The little fucker did it on purpose.

“Fuck, hyung,” Jungkook says. He still takes pictures but he bites his bottom lip. “That colour is so good on you.”

“I know.” The zipper is pulled all the way down, and Jimin shrugs the hoodie off his left shoulder, baring it with a sultry look. Jungkook snaps a series of pictures before Jimin removes the whole hoodie, smoothly tossing it to the side.

Jungkook has to pause for a moment just so he can stare.

It’s a lot to take in. It’s a lot that Jimin is wearing a red bodysuit, sheer with little lacy flowers throughout.

It’s done in a tank-top style, though the collar is surprisingly high, covering his chest completely and coming up to his collarbones. But it’s sleeveless, his muscular arms showing off beautifully.

He still wears his jeans though the waist of them sit low, so very low. The sheer lace disappears below the waist in the front, but the leg holes of the suits are cut high, so that a patch of bare skin at his hip shows between the waist of the jeans and the seam of bodysuit on his hip.

Jungkook takes more pictures, and Jimin understands what he’s trying to do and doesn’t bother trying to remove the jeans quite yet, instead posing for the camera, the top portion of his sheer, lacy bodysuit complimented by his jeans.

“Turn,” Jungkook says. He sighs contently when Jimin does, showing what Jungkook suspected, the fishtale of a thong shown just above the back waist of his jeans, though the bodysuit covers all the strong muscles of his back.

Fucking gorgous.

“Okay, pants off,” Jungkook says when he’s got quite a few shots of Jimin in this ensemble.

Jimin turns back to the camera, expertly, and Jungkook keeps shooting as Jimin tilts his head up confidently, with a smouldering look, and pops the top button and pulls down the zip, showing off the sheer that encases his cock.

Fuck. Now that is hot.

“Okay, stop taking pictures,” Jimin says.

Jungkook does take the camera away from his face but with a surprised frown. “What? Why?”

“Just for a second,” Jimin reassures. “There is nothing sexy about trying to take off jeans.”

Jungkook laughs. “I mean, it could be sexy.”

“Not me, not with jeans,” Jimin says. “They don’t have any hidden tear-away features to it so I’m probably going to fall on my ass. Nothing sexy about that.”

“Your balance is too good for that,” Jungkook says, but doesn’t take any pictures as Jimin asks.

Jungkook’s right, it goes smoothly, but if this is what Jimin feels comfortable with, Jungkook will give it to him, no questions asked. And he can’t help but stare once the jeans are down and thrown to the side like the hoodie, and Jimin poses, his hand on his hip and the other lightly rested on his stomach.

“Like what you see?” Jimin asks, eyebrows raised and a playful smirk on his face.

“Fuck yes,” Jungkook answers immediately, surprising Jimin into a laugh.

Jungkook doesn’t know how it could be a surprise. Jimin must know how good he looks.

Red bodysuit over beautiful skin, the muscles of his legs and arms seemingly accentuated, with his abs hinted to beneath the lace, as is the tattoo at his ribs. The edges of the v-cut of his pelvis are shown with the high-cut legs of the bodysuit. His cock and balls cradled in sheer lingerie designed perfectly to do just that.

Jungkook loves how masculine Jimin looks, even in the prettiest red lingerie there is. Masculine and omegan and so, so perfect.

“You do like it,” Jimin says when Jungkook finally raises the camera to snap pictures.

“What? Of course I do.”

“I wasn’t sure today,” Jimin says. He speaks while he still poses, ever the professional. He makes his signature pouty face at the camera. “I couldn’t smell it on you before either, you know.”

“Scent blockers,” Jungkook says. Thankfully they’re worn off by now. “I needed to remain professional too. But I don’t trust myself to keep my scent under control when you’re in the room.”

Jungkook scents the air and he can tell his own honey scent is thicker now, sweeter, with that hint of spice coming through strong. It has a hint of arousal on it that mixes perfectly with Jimin’s apricot. It’s been too long since he got to smell this. The months have been too long.

“I’m glad they’re worn off now,” Jimin says.

“I’m sure you are,” Jungkook murmurs as he takes another picture. Jimin rolls his eyes but easily slides back into his model persona. Beautiful and sexy, head tilted back with confidence across his face. His hand comes up to rest lightly on his neck and Jungkook has to bite back a groan, especially when it slowly slips away and trails over his front, over the lacy bodysuit and across his abs, coming to rest on his hip.

Jimin turns around again, the back of the bodysuit cut into thong-style, so his perfectly round dancer’s ass is shown. Jungkook sighs happily and he can tell the spicy scent within the honey becomes thicker. Jimin throws a confident look over his shoulder, sultry and lovely. He makes an amazing picture.

“You’re such an ass man,” Jimin teases.

“I’m a you man,” Jungkook says. “You just happen to have a perfect ass.”

Jimin’s nose scrunches up cutely and he turns his face away from the camera, hiding a grin. Jungkook can’t help but grin at it. He likes when Jimin gets a little bashful because of him.

Without any prompting, Jimin gets onto the cushions that are set up on the floor. He’s on his hands and knees, ass tilted and presented. Jungkook goes weak in the legs and it’s amazing that they don’t just give out right there.

Jimin doesn’t stay like that long, though, moving confidently and turning over so he’s on his back, though he’s resting on one of his elbows so that his torso is up off the cushion. It can’t be easy, it looks like he’s about to melt into the soft material, the edges of the cushions lifting up, making Jimin look sunken into them. Jimin pulls his knees up, feet planted on the cushions, and lets his legs fall apart.

This isn’t just a lingerie shoot. This isn’t even a sexy budreau one. This is straight out of Jungkook’s personal fantasies.

He steps closer, camera still raised, taking a series of shots as Jimin looks at him seductively, eyes half lidded, tongue darting over those perfectly red lips. Of the arm he’s not leaning on, his hand again trails down his body, from next and down and down, until his small hand rests over the bulge of his cock, encased in lacy red.

“I think,” Jimin says slowly, throwing his head back so that his neck is exposed. Jungkook growls softly, almost surprising himself, but Jimin only smiles. “I think it’s time for you to put the camera down.”

Jungkook takes one more picture of this perfection in front of him, but then lowers the camera. “I think you’re right,” Jungkook says. He steps away, smirking at the little protesting noise Jimin makes, but it’s only so that he can lift the camera strap over his head and carefully put his camera to the side.

“Won’t you join me, alpha?” Jimin asks, almost unnecessarily, as Jungkook stalks back to the cushions.

“Oh, I will,” he says easily, pulling his sweater over his head and tossing it in the same general direction Jimin had with his hoodie. His chest is bared and Jimin licks his lips as his gaze wanders over him. “Like what you see?”

“Always,” Jimin says immediately. He lets himself fall back onto the cushions and reaches out with grabby-hands, which only makes Jungkook laugh. The sexy and sultry model is gone, even if he’s still in a red bodysuit, and the adorably cute and clingy omega is here. Jungkook adores all of it, everything Jimin shows him and everything Jimin is.

Jungkook kneels on the cushions, in between Jimin’s legs, and those thick thighs of his immediately wrap around Jungkook’s hips as Jungkook leans over him. Jimin’s hands find Jungkook’s chest, rubbing over his pecs and down to his abs and back up again.

Jimin sighs contently.

“I’ve missed you,” Jimin says. “I’ve missed all of you.”

“We spoke all the time,” Jungkook says. It’s true. They may have had their friends with benefits thing going on, the occasional booty call or whatever, but they haven’t had the chance to see each other one-on-one in months, separated by Jimin’s work and not confident enough in their relationship to go out of the way to make it happen. Too unsure if they were of the kind of status to put in the extra effort to see each other amongst their busy schedules and Jimin’s travel.

Jungkook isn’t going to let that happen again. They’ve agreed. They’re going to try.

“We did,” Jimin says. He smirks. “We even had quite a few steamy chats, if I remember correctly.”

“How could you possibly forget?” Jungkook says, a playful growl to his words. They might not have seen each other in person in all that time, but it wasn’t as if there weren’t orgasms happening. Really good ones, even if they were distanced from each other and on a screen.

“I didn’t. But I’m glad we’re here now.” Jimin’s hand snakes up to the back of Jungkook’s neck and he pushes lightly, guiding Jungkook down. Jungkook’s inner alpha doesn’t resist, happy and eager to be with their omega, be closer to their omega. Jungkook lowers his head and captures Jimin’s mouth in a heated kiss, one that doesn’t stop until they need to come up to breathe.

Jungkook’s leaning on his hands, hovering over Jimin. Jimin’s own hands wander all over Jungkook, his chest and stomach and shoulders and back.

“This one’s new,” Jimin says, outlining the flower tattoo on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“I got it a couple months ago,” Jungkook says. “I sent you a picture.”

“I know,” Jimin says. “But this is new. Me getting to see it and touch it. It’s new to me.”

“I guess it is,” Jungkook agrees.

Jimin’s gaze goes up, meeting Jungkook’s. “This is all kind of new to me,” he says.

Not the sex. Jungkook is well aware of that. They’d been doing that for over a year, and they weren’t each other’s first partners, not by far.

But Jungkook knows what Jimin means. Jungkook has dated a bit in the past, and Jimin’s mention he has too, though nothing ever seemed serious, for either of them. There weren’t any serious partners. There weren’t big, encompassing and overwhelming but amazing feelings.

There are now.

“Me too,” Jungkook says. He leans down so he can nuzzle his nose against Jimin’s cheek. Jimin laughs, nearly silently, but his breath huffs against Jungkook’s chin. Jungkook admits, because he doesn’t want Jimin to think anything else, “I’m really excited.”

“Me too,” Jimin says. But then his hands drop from trailing over Jungkook’s tattoos so that they start to undo the button of Jungkook’s jeans. “But I’m super excited about this.”

“So romantic,” Jungkook teases.

“That’s me. Now, off, off, get these off,” Jimin says, punctuating each word with a peck of a kiss to Jungkook’s cheeks, his chin, his neck, his mouth. “Get naked.”

“Extremely romantic,” Jungkook says, but he complies. He can’t imagine not. He leans up and starts to take of pants. Jimin wiggles around and looks as if he’s about to start taking off the bodysuit.

Jungkook’s hand darts out and he catches Jimin’s wrist in it. Jimin freezes, surprised but not scared. Jungkook is careful with it, not rough, but also firm.

“Leave it on,” Jungkook says. He abandons the task of taking off his jeans and instead gently grabs Jimin’s other wrist in his hand and pushes them back into the cushion over Jimin’s head. Jimin’s scent spikes with arousal—Jungkook remembers just how much Jimin likes being restrained like this. Jungkook leans in, pressing his face against Jimin’s neck, and kisses and sucks lightly near his scent gland. The scent of apricot bursts in the air, sweet but thick with arousal. “I’m going to fuck you while you wear this.”

Jimin just groans, and he nods, chin brushing against Jungkook’s cheek. “Yes, yes, okay. If you want, alpha, okay.”

“Hmm. I want. Keep your hands here.” Jungkook lets go of Jimin, who is a good omega and doesn’t move his hands from where they’ve been pressed into the cushions over his head.

Jungkook moves down Jimin’s body, slowly, kissing the lacy bodysuit, nipping at it. His teeth don’t scrape directly against Jimin’s skin, only through the material, but Jimin feels every nip and bite and kiss and lick. It’s not like there’s much there between Jungkook’s mouth and Jimin’s beautiful skin. Jungkook pauses at Jimin’s nipple, taking care to tongue at the lacy flower covering it, wetting it so thoroughly, before biting at the nub lightly. He smiles against Jimin’s chest as Jimin moans and wiggles.

“So good for me,” Jungkook says. One hand is on Jimin’s hip, and his thumb follows a circular path, over the bodysuit, over the soft skin of his hip, back to bodysuit. Over and over and over. He can’t help but be drawn in by it, ducking down so his tongue can follow the same path.

He’s awfully close to Jimin’s hard cock. He can smell the arousal from Jimin, the slick that must be leaking from his hole. It’s going to get everywhere, messy and wet, as it’s not like the little thong strap is going to soak up much.

Fuck. Jungkook can’t wait to fuck him.

“Please,” Jimin says from above. Jungkook glances up; Jimin’s looking down at him, head raised just a little off the cushion, eyes lidded and jaw slack as he watches Jungkook. Jungkook raises his eyebrows in question. His omega wants something? He’s gonna have to ask for it. “Please,” Jimin says again, taking the cue correctly, “please, just... touch. Can I touch you?”

“Yeah, baby,” Jungkook says, voice warm. “You can touch me.”

Jimin’s hands immediately fly down from where they were above his head. He doesn’t do much, just touches Jungkook’s shoulders, fingers light, as if needing to ground himself.

“Touch me,” Jimin says. It’s not a question, but it’s not demanding either.

“I am touching you,” Jungkook says, squeezing his hip.

“My cock,” Jimin says bluntly. Jungkook can’t help but chuckle. The sweet omega is gone, and his demanding one is back, and Jungkook adores Jimin in any and every way. He likes when he gets squirmy and demanding just as much as when he’s pliant and begging.

“Well I don’t know about that,” Jungkook says. He moves down, very deliberately avoiding Jimin’s cock. He licks and kisses at one of his inner thighs.

“Well I do,” Jimin says. “I’ve had nothing but my own hand and, and, toys for months. I want the real thing. I want you.”

Jungkook takes a sharp breath. Well. When Jimin puts it that way. “You have me,” he murmurs. “You have all of me.”

Maybe it’s not the time to tease and draw it out. He wants to, now that he has Jimin in his hands, has Jimin under his body, for the first time in much too long. But, this isn’t going to be the end. He’s not going to have to wait months and months again. He’ll have his time to draw it out, to tease and make Jimin beg for it. Be a good omega who listens to his alpha.

For now? Well, Jungkook will be a good alpha who listens to his omega.

He cups Jimin’s cock through the bodysuit, his length warm through the lace.

Jimin’s breath hitches and his hips immediately start rolling, trying to get some friction against his cock.

“Gonna hump my hand, hyung?” Jungkook asks, amused.

“I will if you don’t start using it,” Jimin says, trying for snappily but it just comes out breathlessly. Jungkook laughs and Jimin swats at his shoulder. “Don’t laugh! I’m serious here.”

“I am too,” Jungkook promises. He leans down and mouths at Jimin’s cock through the body suit, and this makes Jimin moan. Jungkook loves eliciting those sounds from him.

He doesn’t linger there too long, not with his mouth. He keeps his hand there, rubbing and pressing pressure, but his mouth moves down. He noses along the line of the thong strap, where the scent becomes so strong. It goes straight to his head, making him dizzy with want. He can’t help but move his hand down so that his fingers run over the material, and then push it aside just a bit so he can press them against Jimin’s hole.

“You’re leaking so much,” Jungkook murmurs. “So wet.”

“Of course I am,” Jimin says. “It’s you.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop the self-satisfied smirk on his face if he tried. Not that he wants to. Jimin rolls his eyes one second but then the next whispers, desperately, “Alpha, please. I want your knot.”

A low growl emits from Jungkook, nothing to scare or intimidate, but because he can’t help that reaction. Not with the way Jimin looks at him, full of lust and desire, and the way his pretty red lips form around the word.

“Please.”

“Don’t you worry, little omega,” Jungkook says. “I’ll give it to you.”

Jimin’s eyes go a little glassy with want and he nods vigorously, believing Jungkook will give it to him. Take him and knot him good. Jungkook has no intention to deny him.

“Over,” Jungkook says, pushing lightly on Jimn’s hip. His hands are more firm when he grasps him and helps flip him over so he’s on his stomach.

Jimin lets out a squeak when he doesn’t quite get balance and almost rolls off the side of the cushion. He laughs as he struggles to stay up on it, and then lets out a oomph when Jungkook pulls him away from the edge. He laughs again, though it’s a bit breathless—it’s no secret between them that he loves being manhandled by Jungkook.

“I got you,” Jungkook says, pulling Jimin back towards him. Once he’s sure Jimin won’t tumble off the cushions and crack his head on the floor, he quickly stands so he can shuck off his pants and briefs, getting naked and back onto the cushion behind Jimin as quickly as possible.

Jungkook presses up on that fantastic ass of Jimin’s until Jimin gets the hint and gets up on his knees, presenting ever so perfectly for Jungkook. Jungkook grabs Jimin’s ass cheeks and pushes them apart, thumbing along his hole.

He can’t help it. Can’t stop himself. He leans forward and presses his face right there too, nosing along and not caring he gets slick on his face. His tongue darts out along the material of the thong still between Jimin’s ass cheeks.

“This is in the way,” Jungkook mutters, and he doesn’t want Jimin to get naked—he loves the view of the bodysuit over his back, rippling over his muscles and strong shoulders. He can catch peeks of Jimin’s tattoo underneath too. It’s hot and Jungkook doesn’t want to deprive himself of the amazing sight.

But he also wants, quickly and suddenly, this material out of his way. And so he moves it, pushing it to the side, over one of Jimin’s ample ass cheeks.

There’s the tell tale little noise of stitching that is getting stretched too much, though he doesn’t think anything is ripped.

“Hey,” Jimin says, glancing over his shoulder. “Don’t ruin this. It’s one of a kind!”

“Don’t worry,” Jungkook says, leaning down and nipping at Jimin’s ass cheek. “I know a guy.”

Jimin snorts, and his body shakes with his little giggles. “I know the same guy but I still don’t want you to ruin it!”

Jungkook just grins against his flesh, nips once more, but then moves.

He rims the hell out of Jimin.

Jungkook loves it, the sounds he can get from Jimin when he does this. He uses his mouth, his tongue, lapping and slurping and fucking into him. Then he adds fingers, one and then two and then very easily three. Jimin’s so ready for him, his slick making him wet and sloppy and perfectly prepared to be fucked. It’s when Jimin’s a blubbering mess, nearly begging for Jungkook’s cock, that Jungkook relents just a little.

Because he wants this too. God, he’s been thinking about it for months and he’s done teasing. He’s ready. They’re both so ready.

He kneels up on the cushion behind Jimin, one hand on Jimin’s hip. The other takes his cock in hand, already so, so hard, and rubs it between Jimin’s cheeks, teasing it a little at his hole.

“Wait,” Jimin gasps, flailing a hand behind him to try to slap at Jungkook. He misses completely. He looks over his shoulder. “On my back. I—I want to see you.”

“Okay, baby,” Jungkook says, quiet but fond. “You can see me.”

Jimin scrambles and flips over a bit, but he slips on the cushion again and nearly rolls right off. Jungkook catches him with a laugh and Jimin’s laughing too.

“I don’t feel very sexy on this thing,” Jimin says, laughing as Jungkook tugs his legs and gets him back toward the centre. “It’s a lot of work being sexy and this is too much.”

“You don’t need to work hard to be sexy,” Jungkook says, leaning down and capturing Jimin’s mouth in a kiss. God, he loves kissing him. “You’re always sexy.”

“Always is a stretch,” Jimin says with a laugh, though he’s smiling so much his cheeks push up and his eyes are little moon crescents. “You’ve seen me in the morning. Bad breath and eye crusties and drool dried on my chin.”

“Sexy,” Jungkook confirms. “Though, I’ll admit,” he says, running a hand over the front of the bodysuit, “a little more sexy now.”

“I would hope so,” Jimin says, and pulls Jungkook down into a kiss. It ratchets up the heat in them again, and all Jungkook can think about is getting his cock into Jimin. He doesn’t worry from this point. They’ve had the talk already, long ago, about Jimin being on contraception. They’ve both been tested and they haven’t been with any other partners. They’re being safe, and now they’ll have all the fun.

Jungkook is going to fuck Jimin so good, just like Jimin wants. Like they both want. Fuck him so hard it leaves Jimin breathless and moaning and incoherent.

So that’s what Jungkook does.

He spreads Jimin’s legs out, the thong strap still pushes to the side, and easily sinks into Jimin’s waiting wet hole. Jimin arches his back and tosses back his head, his neck bared. It doesn’t distract Jungkook, now too focused on being inside Jimin.

Jungkook’s fucking missed this. Missed Jimin like this.

He bottoms out but knows Jimin, knows his body, knows he’s ready, and so he wastes no time moving. He rolls his hips, setting a rhythm, until he’s pounding into Jimin. It’s like each thrust punches the air out of Jimin in a moan. It’s music to his ears.

It shouldn’t feel this intimate. They’re fucking in Jungkook’s studio. The room is so large and open, ceilings high, and there are still the spotlights from their impromptu photo session shining down brightly on them. They are laid bare, nothing hiding them or cocooning them from the world at large, fucking atop three squishy prop cushions in the middle of a large, open room.

It shouldn’t feel this intimate, but it does. Because it’s them. Just them. And they’ve both wanted, needed, this for so long.

“Knot me.” Jimin reaches his hands out, trying to reach for any part of Jungkook he can. Tries to speak between his gasps and moans. “Please, knot me. Fill me up. Fill me up so good”

“I’ll give it to you,” Jungkook says. “I’ll give my pretty omega what he wants.”

“Yes, yours,” Jimin moans in agreement. “Alpha, I’m yours.”

“You are.”

He pulls out but gives a soothing coo when Jimin whines. “I’m here, I’m still here,” Jungkook says. “Gonna flip you over again.”

“Why? I want to see you,” Jimin says with another little whine.

“You’ll get to see so much of me,” Jungkook says, promises. “But it’ll be more comfortable when I knot you. Baby, I have a feeling we’ll be tied together for a while.”

Jimin makes a happy if somewhat breathless noise. He’s not too keen to move and scramble to listen to Jungkook, like he’d been earlier, but that’s okay. He’s just a little sex-dazed right now, cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat covering his face and neck.

“Can we—off.” Jimin’s thumbs hook under the sleeveless straps of the bodysuit. “Help me get this off.”

“But it’s so pretty.” Jungkook loves the sight of Jimin in the lace.

“I want to feel you,” Jimin says. “When we’re knotted together. I want to feel you against me.”

Jungkook groans. When put that way, how can he deny his pretty omega?

They get Jimin stripped naked and flipped over, and Jungkook is so lucky, so very lucky. He has the loveliest omega, in so many ways. And right now he’s being sweet and compliant and wanting. Jungkook runs his hands up and down Jimin’s back, because he can, so he does.

He quickly traces the crescent moon tattoo at top of Jimin’s spine,, then twines his fingers into the hair at the nape of Jimin’s neck and grabs hold. Jimin’s head tilts back and he gasps and moans and encourages more.

Jungkook sinks back into Jimin’s wet hole and thrusts hard, pistoling his hips as he fucks his omega long and hard.

Jimin becomes a gasping mess, his arms giving out under him as he faceplants into the cushion below him. His fingers curl, small fists bunching up the cushion material in them. He moans wildly but for the most part stays still, letting Jungkook have his way with him.

“You’re perfect,” Jungkook groans, “so perfect.”

“Perfect for you,” Jimin manages to gasp. “Just you.”

“Perfect for me,” Jungkook agrees. “Just me.”

It’s only a few more thrusts before Jungkook feels his knot begin to swell. With his high-pitched keen as it catches on his rim, obviously Jimin can feel it too. Jimin wiggles his ass side to side, tries pushing back up onto his hands, maybe to get leverage to push back onto Jungkook’s knot. But Jungkook leans forward, pressing a firm hand between Jimin’s shoulder blades, trying to keep him in place. When his knot grows just enough, Jungkook presses in carefully until he’s fully seated, causing Jimin to wail loudly.

He pushes again, more insistently, on Jimin’s back and Jimin either gets the point or he’s just not able to keep himself upright anymore, because he falls fully belly-down onto the cushion. Jungkook follows, thighs bracketing Jimin’s, and hands holding himself up from falling too hard or crushing Jimin. But now he just rocks his hips, moving ever so subtly in him.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Jimin says. “I need to come, please let me come.”

“Not stopping you,” Jungkook says. He leans down and kisses across Jimin’s strong shoulders. He sucks on Jimin’s earlobe, then whispers into his ear, “Do it. Make yourself come from me.”

Jimin moans but he tries to reach beneath himself. “Maybe I would if I wasn’t absolutely trapped.”

“Hm, let me help you.” Jungkook eases the pressure on Jimin’s back so he can lift ever so little, just for a moment, but it’s enough for Jimin to get his hand beneath himself, cupping his cock. “Good boy,” Jungkook praises. And then lets his weight go heavier again, just a little. Jimin groans, but not unhappily.

Jungkook’s legs are stretched out behind him, and they hang over the edge of the cushion. He presses his toes into the floor and gets a good rocking motion, enough that their bodies rub together, rub against the cushion, rub against Jimin’s hand.

Jimin moans and he puts a little effort into it too, hips circling back onto Jungkook’s knot and forward into his hand.

“Are you humping your hand?” Jungkook teases, kissing behind Jimin’s ear.

“Whatever works,”Jimin says, sounding a little slurred, a little lost in his sex daze, as if he doesn’t give two fucks about humping his own hand.

“Hot,” Jungkook says. But he hasn’t come yet and his knot is still in Jimin and, god, he just wants to come so deep in him. He works a little harder, rocking but then he’s nearly bouncing, and each movement of it punches a breath out of Jimin. He moans each and every time Jungkook’s nails his prostate.

“Fuck,” Jimin says, wiggling his hand back out and using both to grab onto the cushion and do his best to rock with Jungkook. The force of it has them inching their way forward. “Please, please, Alpha, come in me. Come in me.”

Jungkook doesn’t have much breath left himself, and he presses his face down into Jimin’s shoulder, doing everything he can to not just bite. “Gonna come,” he grunts.

“About time,” Jimin taunts, but then Jungkook presses harder into him one more time and Jimin screams as Jungkook comes deep in his ass.

Jimin comes too, his body clenching around Jungkook’s knot. He sobs as his body shakes.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay,” Jungkook says, leaning in closer. He noses at Jimin’s neck. “You’re okay.”

“I’m okay,” Jimin repeats dutifully, but Jungkook knows he is. He wouldn’t lie about that if he wasn’t. Besides, Jimin adds, “I’m so fucking good right now.”

Jungkook laughs, deep but breathless. God, he adores Jimin.

“Gonna move us onto our sides,” Jungkook murmurs. He carefully does that, kissing Jimin’s shoulder when Jimin groans when the knot shifts in him.

They get comfortable on their sides, waiting for Jungkook’s knot to go down, Jimin cradled in Jungkook’s arms. Jimin shivers a little, his body cooling off. But, fuck, they’re not on a bed, they’re not anywhere they can easily get a blanket, so Jungkook curls himself around Jimin as best he can, trying to keep him warm. Jimin smiles contently at that.

“Now I feel a little weird,” Jimin says. “All these spotlights on me.”

Jungkook laughs. It is a bit weird, being like this in the middle of Jungkook’s studio, the bright lights of the photoshoot shining right down on them. “It was perfect in the moment,” Jungkook says. “Super hot.”

Beause, fuck, it sure was.

“Top ten fuck, for sure,” Jimin says, and Jungkook snorts. “But still a little weird now.”

“Still a little weird,” Jungkook agrees. “And I’m probably going to have to get rid of these cushions. This top one, anyway.” It’s probably got slick and come staining it and Jungkook will never be able to use it for another photoshoot ever again. That would be weird.

Jimin pats the material. “Sorry, cushion. You served your purpose well.”

Jungkook laughs and presses a kiss against the nape of his neck, his shoulder, the shell of his ear.

“Thank you,” Jungkook says, “for coming back here with me tonight.”

“Wasn’t I the one who suggested we get together after the shoot?” Jimin asks teasingly. “I should thank you for bringing me back here.”

“I still want to take you to dinner,” Jungkook says.

“Good, I’m famished,” Jimin says. “I expect you to wine and dine me on top of this knotting me business.”

Jungkook laughs. He feels like he’s laughed and smiled today more than he has in months. And that’s not to say that he leads an unhappy life, because he doesn’t. He has a good life, as good as any. It’s just that having Jimin in it, having him right here and close, makes it all the little brighter, all the more enjoyable.

“But aren’t you the hyung?” Jungkook asks teasingly. “Aren’t you supposed to be spoiling me?”

“You’re right,” Jimin says immediately. “I will wine and dine the hell out of you, Jeon Jungkook. My precious baby alpha.”

Jungkook whines. “I was kidding, I was kidding. I’m going to spoil you.”

“How about we spoil each other?” Jimin says. “You can start today.” He wiggles a little, Jungkook’s knot not all the way down yet, and Jungkook can’t help but groan at the movement. He can hear the smirk on Jimin’s voice. “Although I’d say you spoiled me a lot today.”

“And I will more,” Jungkook says into his ear, before pressing a kiss behind it. “All the time. Any time you want.”

“As I deserve,” Jimin says loftily. It’s meant as a joke, Jungkook knows, but he can’t help but heartily agree. His Jimin-hyung does deserve to be spoiled and Jungkook’s going to do it. And he deserves to be knotted and Jungkook will do that too. He’ll be the only one to do that, and that’s the best part.

“Boyfriends?” Jungkook says.

“Boyfriends,” Jimin confirms. “Lovers. Partners. The alpha to my omega. The omega to your alpha. I don’t care how you put it. I’m yours and you are mine.”

“I’m yours and you are mine,” Jungkook agrees.

Jimin twists just enough so that he can kiss Jungkook, and it’s perfect. He’s perfect. They’re perfect.

After Jungkook’s knot goes down, they get cleaned up, though Jimin complains about the sticky mess like he always does. He uses the little one-person shower in the back office and dresses into the change of clothes he had in his bag, a pair of slacks and a soft fuzzy sweater, complaining that Jungkook ruined his new beautiful bodysuit. Jungkook doesn’t mind. It was worth it.

When they’re both ready to go and Jungkook has cleaned up his studio—including putting the spoiled cushion aside so no one else accidently sits on it—they’re ready to go.

Jungkook holds out his hand and Jimin takes it, and he leads Jimin to his car. He is going to wine and dine the hell out of Jimin tonight. Or go for beer and chicken, whatever the mood strikes when they get down to the district they’ve decided to wander for the evening.

“Your house afterward?” Jimin suggests.

Jungkook grins at him. “I think that can be arranged.”

“Good,” Jimin says, smoothing a hand over his soft fluffy sweater. “I can’t wait to show you what I have on under my clothes now.”

Jungkook groans and Jimin laughs at him.

It’s the best night.