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Jimin stares at the ceiling at three in the morning as the sounds of his roommate’s ‘fun’ wakes him up for the umpteenth time already. But as usual, there’s nothing he can really do about it. It’s always like this when his roommate is in heat. Sometimes, it’s actually much louder, the omega inviting countless alphas at once to attempt to overcome his insatiable need.
Exhausted from practically overdosing on rut blockers, the raven shifts and sits up, sliding his feet into his slippers. With a yawn so intense that the alpha has to grab his nightstand due to how disoriented he is, Jimin rubs at his swollen eyes.
The raven clears his throat and squints at the contents of the fridge, clicking his tongue.
Yet again, the appliance is empty save for a few cartons of banana milk.
Jimin takes mental note to go grocery shopping and possibly pick up a mini fridge to keep locked away in his room.
“Why must he feel the need to put on such a show?” The alpha plugs his ears as he scowls, moving art supplies out of his way before grabbing a glass.
The light from the fridge’s water dispenser causes Jimin to hiss and he whines, grabbing the cup before taking a short sip. Luckily, it’s Friday—technically Saturday at this point—and he doesn’t have to attend classes. Does this make Jungkook’s loud sex okay?
Of course not.
“I should have him kicked out of the apartment.” Jimin grumbles despite him saying the same thing every month.
A few minutes pass and Jimin droops like an under watered flower, his head hanging low as his eyes fall closed. He slips in and out of consciousness in this uncomfortable position before the sound of footsteps makes him jump.
“What are you doing?” Jimin asks with a subtle twitch of his eye.
The blond, completely naked in his broad, muscular glory, ignores him, looking through the fridge. “Do you not have anything in this place?”
“Considering you don’t live here, I don’t see how my lack of groceries concerns you.” The raven shoots the other alpha a pointed glare.
The naked male turns around with crossed arms. “I can see why Jungkook has to find other alphas instead of just fucking you. Looks like you can’t help him with his problem because it’s you who has a stick up his ass.”
Jimin’s eyes shift red and he slams his hands on the counter of the island. “Excuse me? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Kim Namjoon.” He cocks his head to the side, dimples presenting themselves as he grins.
The raven stomps over to Namjoon and points at him, the air thickening with the scent of morning dew. Jimin’s ears are as red as his eyes by now. Despite the fact that Namjoon towers over the smaller omega, Jimin holds his ground, his pink pajamas (dyed because Jungkook put his red jeans in with Jimin’s whites) a stark contrast to his fuming expression.
When the smell of cherries wafts through the apartment, the two bickering alpha males calm down a good few levels before a flirty brunet slots himself between the two seniors.
“Joon, you’re supposed to be wrecking my ass, not my roommate’s.” Jungkook chuckles with a flirty lilt.
Jimin scoffs. “I could’ve taken him.”
Namjoon laughs, but the omega ignores him, patting Jimin’s head instead.
“I don’t doubt it, angry chick. How about you waddle along and go to bed?”
“Maybe I would if you weren’t so loud.” Jimin’s eyes burn.
Jungkook’s shift red as well as he looks down at the alpha before him. He taps the underneath of Jimin’s chin. “If you go to bed, I’ll be quieter.”
“You’re being condescending.”
“Me? Baby, I’m never condescending when talking to the Park Jimin.” Jungkook snickers and releases more pheromones.
Namjoon starts to react to the sweet smell while Jimin stands, unaffected.
When the oldest of the trio reaches out for the omega, Jungkook grabs his wrist without even looking at the blond.
“If you want to fuck me again, I advise you apologize to my roommate. Only I’m allowed to mess with him.”
“Kook, it was all in good fun—”
“Did I say you could have fun with Jimin?” Jungkook turns around slowly, his eyes as dangerous as Jimin's moments before. “Are you here for him or me?”
Namjoon gulps, the omega’s build and current atmosphere making him more alpha-like than omega.
Jimin groans and releases his own pheromones to calm the sophomore down.
Jungkook’s eyes shift pink and then brown before he giggles, Jimin’s pheromones similar to laughing gas. He hangs off the blond, fluttering his eyelashes at him.
“How about you get dressed and take me to your place, alpha?”
The raven watches the exchange, contemplating. On one hand, he will be able to get some peace and quiet. On the other, he won’t know if the younger omega is getting taken advantage of or coerced into doing anything he doesn’t want. Jungkook has always been careful in Jimin’s eyes, but if he’s somewhere else and it’s the weekend, alcohol, weed, or other things could happen and make Jungkook less careful.
With a frown, Jimin grabs Jungkook’s hand. “Jungkook, we have things to do tomorrow.”
Jungkook pouts. “Jimin, I’m so horny~”
“Food. We need food.”
The omega whines.
“Don’t be such a buzzkill, Jimin ,” Namjoon says with an eye roll. “It’s his heat. He has needs. You’re probably just as bad during ruts.”
Jungkook lets go of Namjoon. “Apologize to Jimin.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Namjoon.”
“Fine. I apologize.” Namjoon’s words are short. “Can we go now?”
The omega looks between the two alphas before nodding. “Sounds like a plan~”
“Jungkook, groceries.”
“I’ll be back.”
Jimin lets out an exhale and pushes past the pair of fuckbuddies, done talking to them. If Jungkook wants to fuck like an animal every heat, then so be it. If sex is more important than food, then he can live off it instead.
“He’s impossible,” Jimin says, kicking his door shut and locking it.
The raven collapses on the bed and looks at the orange pill bottle of rut blockers and sighs. He used to pride himself on not being like other alphas his age, so easily swayed by an overly flirty omega like Jungkook. Even betas and other omegas turn their heads when Jungkook works his magic, but Jimin is unaffected. It’s what makes him a good roommate for the omega since he isn’t hormonal. People’s hormones don’t fully stabilize until about twenty-five on average and Jimin doesn’t want his hormones ruling his head. What Jimin values is control and structure.
Going crazy for some omega isn’t what’s going to get him his family’s company.