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Jungkook decided he didn’t like Park Jimin within three days of moving in.

It’s not for any good reason.

It’s just—Jimin is everywhere. He's inescapable.

It'd been a month now, him living in this new apartment in an excellent neighborhood with happy families all around. He liked it here with all the sunlight and happy pups running all around. If only this neighbourhood were Jimin-free, only then it'd be perfect.

The guy hadn't done anything wrong, but he was just annoying. As an omega, Jungkook had always been a little different, not catering to society's view of what an omega was supposed to be. He grew up in a small town, surrounded by fellow omegas who told him his only future was to mate and carry children. Jungkook never believed that, so he ran away one day and never looked back.

Jimin, however, ruined it all. Jimin was a perfect traditional omega. He always dressed pretty, blonde wavy hair reaching his shoulders, doll-like face adorned with makeup, and all his clothes were obnoxiously pastel. It was as if yellow, blue, and pink were the only colours available in Korea.

He even wore skirts, and that left a bitter expression on Jungkook's face.

What kind of self-respecting omega would play into the very stereotypes that bound them into the shackles of society?

It wasn't just the clothing. Jimin was sweet—too sweet. He had this awful scent that was too similar to Jungkook's favourite laundry softener. Floral with hints of soap in it. He talked in proper honorifics with everyone, and the outside of his home always smelled like cookies and croissants.

On Sundays, he'd bake for the entire community. Typical.

Most of the time, there were little boxes outside everyone's homes. With pink ribbons and handwritten notes. Jungkook got them too. Obnoxious, tasty Dubai chewy cookies and obnoxious fluffy, buttery croissants. Jungkook hated it.

When the neighbours in 3B had a work emergency, he was the first to volunteer to take care of their pups. Made them food and played with them, Jungkook saw it all from his window. So annoying.

When Mrs. Choi got sick, he was the first one to make soup. Who even asked him to?

Jungkook hears all the comments about Jimin, the sweetest omega, and how lucky any alpha would be to set up a den with him. Like that was the only purpose in an omega's life.

That's what Jungkook hated the most. This guy fed into their agenda. He had the big-city privileges that Jungkook never did. To be his true self, Jungkook had to leave the warm embrace of his mother and depart the town he loved so much. And there were people like Jimin who could just play into the whole perfect omega stereotype without even caring for anything. It was unfair, and even if Jungkook knew he was being too harsh on the guy, he hated him.

Right now, Jungkook was sitting in his backyard, sipping on his iced coffee when he saw the familiar blond ponytail get out of his house and walk across the street to the Hwangs' house. What irked Jungkook more was the fact that Jimin smiled all the time.

Who has so many reasons to be happy in their life?

He could hear the happy murmurs from the Hwangs' house; Jimin had given them some baked goodies for sure, and Jungkook just wanted to throw his damn iced coffee at Jimin. He wanted to yell at him, tell him not to feed into these stereotypes, but all he could do was look at Jimin with a searing gaze.

"Jungkook-ssi, hello," Jimin said as he walked back to his house.

Jungkook just nodded, not bothering to dignify the enemy with a response. Jimin's expression didn't falter; he just smiled harder, eyes disappearing into his face, small dimples appearing on his cheeks.

Jungkook surely hadn't noticed the freckles under his eyes and how his cheeks had this natural blush that made him look so soft and sweet. He surely didn't notice how his blond hair played with the wind. He didn't care for it at all.

Jimin walked back to his home, and Jungkook watched the door close. The air still smelled like laundry softener, though. Floral and soapy, just how Jungkook liked it. Why did someone like him have to have such a good scent?

Fuck Park Jimin.

The next hit came to Jungkook four days later. He was slumped over his photography assignments and barely ate or rested. When he reached his home, he found a package outside his door. A basket wrapped in pink gingham cloth with some red ribbon on it. The surrounding scent confirmed Jungkook's suspicion.

Jimin left something for him.

Jungkook groaned, tired and on ‌edge. This guy really got on his nerves. Why did he have to go out of his way to do this shit? Jungkook wasn't like the other neighbours; he would never gush over Jimin; did the guy never get the hint?

Jungkook picked up the basket haphazardly and almost threw it on the table. He had half a mind to throw it all away, but curiosity got the better of him. He undid the ribbon and then peeled off the cloth, only to find a small note inside. It was a sticky note with hearts printed on it.

"Why don't you just present your hole to the public instead? That would've been less annoying than this," Jungkook mutters to himself. What was Jimin's problem?

Saw you've been reaching home late, and you look tired. Made a little care package for you, hope you like it <3

Jungkook felt anger bubbling inside him; was Jimin keeping an eye on him or something? He unravels the package further, and he almost stumbles. Jimin had made gukbap for him. When he opened the container, the heat fogged his glasses.

But oh god. It smelled so fucking good. Jungkook closed his eyes, and it felt like he got transported back home. His mother made gukbap a lot, and he loved it.

The package had an array of side dishes, including chive kimchi, Jungkook's favourite. He unpacked it all and settled them on his table. There was also some meal-prepped frozen bulgogi, boiled eggs, and rice crackers. Jungkook took one out and started crunching on it.

His hatred was still very much alive, but his tired and hungry self wanted the food more. His omega felt happy for some reason. Jungkook brushed it off as adrenaline. By midnight, he had washed up and cleaned Jimin's containers after shifting the side dishes to his own containers.

He stood in front of his refrigerator, trying to find something worthy to give Jimin. All he had was ramen and chocolates so now he found himself in a pickle. He couldn't just return empty containers. That would mean he owed something to Jimin, and Jungkook would rather kill himself.

His citrus scent soured a little at the thought of not being able to give anything back. At the end of the day, his instincts were a part of him, and Jungkook never really fought them. His appearance may be all leather, tattoos, and piercings, but he never hated being an omega. He just hated the mold society made for them and people like Jimin who tried hard to fit the mold.

His salvation came in the form of honey. He worked on a farm and they gifted him a huge basket of pure forest honey that he never opened.

Now was the time. He took the empty containers and picked up the gift basket and walked towards Jimin's house, long strides helping him reach in just a few steps. When he rang the bell, Jimin almost immediately opened the door, as if he had been waiting.

Before he could speak, Jungkook couldn't help but take a look at Jimin. Tousled blond hair resting against his nape, plump lips that looked a little too tempting, and worst of all, he was wearing really short shorts. Jungkook gulped.

Was this guy always this pretty? Focus, Jungkook!

"Hey."

"Hi…Thank you for the food. Here's some honey for you. This is pure forest honey."

"Oh, thank you so much. You didn't have to."

There came that sweet smile that made Jungkook want to scream. He just wanted to–

"I don't wanna keep favours stored."

"They aren't a transaction."

"Everything feels like it."

Jimin shrugs, "I guess. Did you like the food? You're from near Busan, so I thought you'd like it."

"It's food, nothing there to dislike."

Jimin's expression falters a little, and he bites his lower lip, gaze dropping low. Jungkook feels a pang in his heart, but he ignores it. This is how you deal with people like Jimin. They must be stopped.

Jungkook is the one to step back first, and Jimin waits. Waits like the annoying little shit he is until Jungkook slams his own door. Could this guy take a break for once?

The next week, Jungkook was free the whole time. So he spent his time taking care of his house, ordered some heat supplies because his cycle was close, watered his cactus, painted some pieces and decorated his backyard.

In this time period, he noticed some things. Rather, he started noticing. They were little things that wouldn't alarm anyone, but Jungkook's gut feelings got the better of him. The second night of his vacation day, Jungkook sees Jimin leave at an odd hour, 3am to be precise. Even in a big city like Seoul, omegas would usually avoid leaving homes at such an ungodly hour.

Eventually, Jungkook realised it was more regular than he could've imagined. Jimin left almost every night and came back in the morning, dressed in leisurewear. When Jungkook asked around, the neighbours said he always went for walks early in the morning.

That just deepened Jungkook's suspicions. He left in hoodies at 3am and came back at around 7am saying he went for a run or a walk. It didn't match. Why would someone go for a walk for four hours?

Jimin was confident about the whole situation, mostly because he probably didn't think anyone noticed. Bonus points to Jungkook for barely keeping the lights on at his house. Saved the electricity bill and helped catch the ideal omega.

What irked Jungkook even more about the whole situation was how composed Jimin looked. Not a sliver of nervousness in his features at all. If he didn't hate his guts, Jungkook would probably gather some respect for the guy. Confidence wasn't a trait one usually saw in omegas like Jimin. They were the shy type, holding drinks with sweater paws type, definitely-not-Jungkook type.

The last nail in the coffin was the previous night. Like the past few days, Jungkook had his notebook open, creating a brain map of possible rendezvous locations for Jimin. He couldn't think of any place an omega like Jimin would go at that hour. Was it some secret lover he had? But then, wouldn't an alpha at least do the courtesy of picking him up?

Jimin was way out of league for most of them too. Not that Jungkook cared. Jimin wasn't his type. He was too—Jimin.

While Jungkook was drawing his little brain map, he suddenly heard a thud last night. Curious, he peeped. The time on his phone showed 3:30am, earlier than Jimin's usual return time, so he didn't think it was the elder. But then, Jungkook's heart started beating fast.

He could smell it, the scent of his favourite laundry softener, floral and soapy. But that wasn't all he smelled. Jungkook sniffed a little more, trying to get some clarity, and his eyes immediately widened when he realised that it smelled—metallic.

Jungkook swore he didn't care. Didn't give a rat's ass about Jimin. However, his inner omega felt worried. Why on earth did his inner wolf even care for Jimin? That was one thing Jungkook never got. Jimin meant nothing to him; in fact, he hated the omega. Besides, if instincts were to be taken into account, he'd get it if his inner wolf reacted like this regarding an alpha. That was basic biology.

This whole situation was just pure bullshit.

No matter how many explanations Jungkook cooked up, he still somehow cared. He was now beginning to take note of everything Jimin did. Started memorizing his different expressions, even though all he could do was smile for some reason. Obnoxious, annoying, stupid.

Then came the weirder part. As Jungkook started timing his steps, making notes of almost everything he did. Even the time he dumped trash (it made Jungkook feel like a stalker). He couldn't help it.

That wasn't the weird part, though. His suspicion was the basis of his curiosity. The weird part was how there were butterflies in his stomach nowadays whenever Jimin smiled at him. He felt a sudden warmth whenever he heard the sweet voice saying 'Jungkook-ssi.'

He tried to stop the flutter, the blush that had crept up his cheeks, and the curiosity that was now turning into concern.

It was just normal stuff though, omega to omega concern, nothing more. He was an omega's omega through and through. His hatred for Jimin was one thing, but the fellow omega being in some sort of danger was scary.

A few times Jungkook thinks of confronting him, just asking the numerous questions that swarmed his head. It was affecting his daily life. Park Jimin fucking sucked.

"So why are you so obsessed with this guy?" his friend Seokjin asks him over the video call, and Jungkook groans. In reality, he had no plausible answer, and Jin was one to smell bullshit from a mile away. Jungkook still tried.

"It's not obsession; the guy fucking sucks."

"You're his stalker; I'm pretty sure the feeling would be mutual if he knew."

"Things are just suspicious, okay? He's happy all the time. It's as if he's always pulling rainbows out of his ass."

Jin laughs, his voice high-pitched and loud. Jungkook smiles a little, but his mind goes to how good Jimin's ass usually looks. He wore shorts a lot and Jungkook wasn't blind.

"Maybe he's just a perky omega. You know those exist, right?"

"I wish this was a bimbo situation, Jin-hyung. I'm telling you he's into some shady stuff."

"So what are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm thinking about following him."

"DON'T YOU DARE, JEON JUNGKOOK!!"

Another voice chimes in from beside Jin. Hoseok's loud voice made Jungkook wince. The elder was always super protective of him and had really, really loud ways of displaying it. Jungkook appreciated all the love, but sometimes it became a little overwhelming.

"Hoba's right. As much as I would like to watch you get beaten up, it's not safe at night. That too, so late. Don't do something stupid."

"Fine. But I will expose this guy, you just wait."

"All the best, kiddo."

The thought lingers in Jungkook's head even after all the yelling he faced. Following Jimin would be the only way to clarify these things. For now, he'd keep mum, but the right moment will walk to him, Jungkook just knows.

The opportunity presents itself a couple of days later when Jungkook sees Jimin getting ready to leave again. The last few days he hadn't gone anywhere, and Jungkook thought maybe that situation had ended.

Apparently not.

Jungkook was already in his jeans, so he grabbed his bike keys, his helmet, and a scent patch that he stuck to his gland, making sure his scent was covered. He wore a chestnut jacket in an attempt to fool Jimin if he ever noticed Jungkook.

The main road wasn't entirely empty; a couple of cars and motorbikes kept going along the road. It made things easier for Jungkook. He knew Jimin's paradigm a little too well, so he left earlier than the elder and took the backside route that connected back to the road in front of their houses.

He waited, and then he saw Jimin walking on the sidewalk. Jungkook kept his distance. A big one, he could easily catch up, but he didn't want to make it suspicious. Other car drivers and bikers looked at him as if he were an alien. He didn't care. All he wanted was the truth.

Jimin keeps walking for a while before he reaches a gas station. The gas station was completely empty except for a cashier who was sound asleep. Jungkook grabbed the mask from his bag and put it on before slowly waiting in a corner to get a better view of where Jimin went.

Jimin walked into the restroom.

What the fuck was even happening?

Jungkook yawned as he waited, getting bored by the minute. For a minute he thought maybe Jimin just came here to take a dump every night. Or maybe he secretly ate gas station chocolates. Or maybe—

That's when he saw it, and the sight made Jungkook's jaw drop. He saw Jimin, but not the one he was accustomed to. Jimin walked out of the restroom wearing a pair of skinny jeans, and most importantly, a bejeweled leather jacket with a pink wing illustrated on it. It was gorgeous and the whole outfit looked gorgeous on Jimin. He even had a key in his hand, which made Jungkook quirk an eyebrow.

As if all this shock wasn't enough, he now watched as Jimin brought his own motorbike from the backside of the gas station and put on his very pink helmet. Jungkook's jaw dropped. It felt like he didn't know this guy at all. All the times he had seen Jimin so far came back to him in a rush. None of it made sense. Jimin–what was he—

Jimin revved up his bike and drove away. Jungkook followed suit, still maintaining his distance and letting the other few riders fill the gap that he purposefully created. Jimin's speed was quite high, and Jungkook had to keep up with it.

The city at night seemed different. Sharper, colder, hiding mysteries under the dark cloak of night.

Everything felt upside down for Jungkook. Jimin, the ideal omega, wearing those clothes, riding a bike. Did he just take a ride at night because he was ashamed of this side of him?

Or did he lead a double life?

Jimin explored the night like he owned it, like he belonged here at this hour. Jungkook could see all the confidence, not that the guy ever lacked any.

Jimin kept driving and only stopped when they reached the interiors of Itaewon, mostly open constructions and howling street dogs. He parked his motorcycle and walked towards an alley, his keys making clanking sounds as he walked.

Jungkook feels stumped at first, but he follows after soon. Jimin had gotten much further, and Jungkook just couldn't catch up. Not because his feet weren't working, but because he felt scared. The realisation dawned upon him with each step he took. He just followed his neighbour, who he knows nothing about, to an alley that looked so shady that goosebumps erupted his entire body.

What if Jimin were a serial killer? It was a huge possibility; he was smiling like a maniac all the time. There's not enough happiness in the world that would make Jungkook smile like that. The beginning of the alley was dimly lit, but there was still some visibility. Jungkook was standing on the last lit place, and if he took a step further, it'd be so dark, he wouldn't be able to see anything. The sound of Jimin's heeled boots rang in his ears, but he didn't move.

Fear creeps inside Jungkook; his heart thumping so loud he felt afraid of Jimin hearing it. This omega, who wore pastel clothes and baked for the neighbourhood, was wearing leather and walking into a dark alley alone to do God knows what. Jimin seemed like a very different person to him.

What stunned him even more was the fact that he could still smell Jimin. He didn't even bother to put on anything to hide his scent. Omegas avoided them in public places. Jungkook always made sure to take suppressants or use a patch. Alphas act weird around omega pheromones, and Jungkook never enjoyed that attention. Also, there was the fact that it was easier for people to dismiss him whenever they realised he was an omega.

Jungkook enjoyed certain aspects of his sub-gender, but the fact that just because of his biology people treated him as inferior made him angry.

The omega got lost in his thoughts and almost forgot why he was there in the place. It's when he hears the sound of men groaning that he gets alerted. Along with the sounds came three different scents. Cinnamon, leather and cedar-wood; all typical alpha scents. Jungkook gagged at the influx of strong smells, his sensitive nose burning.

Three alphas? What was Jimin doing with them? Why are there so many sounds? Clearly, there was some kind of scuffle going on? Was Jimin in trouble?

Against his better judgment, Jungkook walks further to the end of the alley. He clutched his pepper spray bottle, gripping it so hard that he was leaving a dent on it. Jimin was someone he supposedly loathed, but the tightening of his chest at the thought of Jimin's trouble brought up questions Jungkook did not want to address.

There was a self-serve convenience store near him, and the light from it reflected on the other side of the street. Jungkook's knees jerked as he saw the sight in front of him. He wasn't too far from Jimin, and whatever lighting the store provided was enough to see the shocking sight.

Jimin stands in the middle, posture relaxed. Too relaxed for the groaning and scuffling Jungkook had heard. He could only see Jimin's back, but that wasn't all he saw.

His eyes shifted to three men on the ground, panting, sweaty, and when Jungkook looked closer, he realised all of them had blood on their faces. The first guy's lip was split; blood ran down the second one's forehead, and the third guy sported a black eye and a broken, bleeding nose.

"Now repeat after me," Jimin spoke with his characteristic sweetness, but the tone differed greatly from what Jungkook was used to, "say, I will never ever look at another omega with the eyes of a predator ever again."

There's silence for a minute after that before one of the men tries to get up and get a hold of Jimin's jacket. Jimin quickly swerves the attack on him and kicks him in the shins. The guy drops again, this time quivering in pain, and the others groan out just by looking at him.

Too many thoughts swarmed Jungkook, but one thing was clear. Jimin was some kind of anti-hero. The Jimin he loathed was a good person. There was another thought that crossed Jungkook's mind, but he wasn't ready to acknowledge it. However, the slick pooling in his underwear told a completely different story.

Jimin kicks the three of them, making them topple onto the ground and pushes heel against the black-eyed guy's throat. His voice is raspy as he says, "SAY IT!"

The guys' voices were muffled, but they repeated after him easily. Alpha pride crashes and burns right in front of Jungkook's eyes, and he has never seen a hotter sight. Ever since he presented, Jungkook always battled with his sexuality; he never found alphas attractive, omegas didn't want him, betas were easily intimidated by his body structure. However, one thing was clear: he was insanely attracted to Jimin right now.

Jimin straightens his clothes, as if he had all the time in the world, and then he stands upright before saying something that made Jungkook's eyes widen.

"Enjoying the show, Jungkook-ssi?"

Jungkook freezes, his throat losing all moisture and lips trembling. There's somehow even more slick pouring out of him because of the situation. Jungkook needed to slap his inner omega so badly, but at the moment it felt like Jimin would do the honors.

Jimin turns gradually. His gaze is different, not the soft eyes Jungkook has seen so many times before. It feels like he's assessing it all, calculatingly looking at Jungkook with fierce eyes. There's a smirk on his face that feels so dangerous that Jungkook regrets following him immediately.

"Come out…"

His voice is so commanding that Jungkook obliges and steps out of the shadow. Jimin's smirk widens when he sees him. Running seemed like a safe option now but Jungkook's legs felt like jelly.

They stand there, facing each other.

No one said anything for a whole minute. The three men behind Jimin clutch their aching hips as they struggle to get up. They run away the minute they feel their legs were working.

Jungkook is the first one to speak, "You're not just a nice neighbour."

Jimin shrugs, "And you're not just someone who minds his business."

Their scents spike. Jungkook's citrusy scent mingles with Jimin's floral yet soapy scent. The combination smelled so good that Jungkook's omega preened inside him. A fresh gush of slick soaked his underwear, and Jungkook had no idea when or why his scent patch stopped working. These corporates charged way too much for them to be so useless.

At the same time, it had never happened before, so maybe it was just the fact that his heat was near. There's a rush of electricity between them, and Jungkook knows Jimin felt it too because his eyes got darker.

Jimin steps closer. Jungkook doesn't flinch. He should, but his instincts had too much faith in Jimin.

"Are you going to kill me?" Jungkook's question is so direct it makes Jimin laugh out loud. The sound is suddenly not obnoxious to him, and instead he feels a strange warmth.

"If I wanted to, you would have never made it this far."

"That's—vague."

"I assume you have questions."

"Y-yeah…the men, the alphas, they were–"

"They tried to forcefully take control over some omegas. University students. They ran away somehow, but now these three were bothering them every day. Even tried to film them illegally."

Jungkook's eyes widened; no wonder Jimin was beating the shit out of those scums. They deserved to be put in jail.

"Why not go to the police?"

Jimin laughs, but there's no humour in it.

"They don't believe omegas over alphas. Besides, the victims often cower in shame due to family honour."

"S–"

Before Jungkook can finish his sentence, Jimin steps closer, so close that the younger omega can smell the metal of blood and his beautiful scent up close. Jimin lifts his palms to cup his face and then looks at him worriedly.

"You're burning up."

Jimin's touch sends a new jolt of electricity down his spine. Its as if there's a literal spark. Jungkook realised that Jimin too felt it because his expression faltered. They both sucked in their breath, trying to comprehend the situation. Jimin soon realises it and looks at Jungkook with a shocked expression.

Even in that dim lighting, Jungkook could see a blush painting Jimin's cheeks.

"We just—"

"What?"

"We just imprinted on each other."

Jungkook gasped, "I-is it possible between omegas?"

"Never heard of it before, but it seems so, yeah."

They both avoid each other's eyes and look at the ground. Jungkook wished Jimin were just a serial killer. All of this was too embarrassing. He just leaked slick over Jimin beating alphas and now they were imprinted.

"Let's just go inside the convenience store and have a seat. This is way too many things at once, even for me."

Jungkook looks at Jimin's bloodied hands, "But–what about the CCTV?"

"It's been broken for months. I always get some ramen to eat after a good session."

"Session of beating alphas?"

"Better stress-reliever than any."

Jungkook laughs at that answer. Jimin sounded so cheeky. He usually was the kind to laugh shyly, but right now, he seemed so confident and funny Jungkook didn't know who to believe. The Jimin he loathed or the Jimin he leaked slick over. At what point did they converge?

They enter the convenience store and it's only then Jungkook realises how hot his skin was running. He almost felt feverish.

"Do you wanna eat something? I know you love food."

"What? How did you–"

"I notice things. I also know that you secretly hate me."

"I don't hate you. Its just that. You are so–"

"So what?"

"Omega-y"

Jimin giggles, "Is that even a real word?"

They both walked around the aisles, picking whatever food they wanted to eat. Onigiri, ramen, iced tea, etc. Jimin got a packet of cheese balls like he was a toddler, and that made Jungkook laugh.

"I mean, like, you fit into the stereotype: you cook, you bake, you babysit the neighborhood pups. You're always smiling, what is so happy about life?"

They plop down at one of the tables. Jimin digs into the packet of cheese balls casually, and that's when Jungkook notices the torn off skin and bruises on Jimin's knuckles, presumably from the fight.

"What's wrong with it? I'm a happy person; I find joy in little things. Besides, I like helping people, cooking for them. Growing up an orphan does that to you."

Jungkook's mouth opened, "I'm sorry, I didn't–"

Jimin slurps some noodles and mumbles, "It's okay, not a big deal. My family had good money, and I was brought up by my grandparents. He always made me the apple of his eye, and I was very loved growing up. After he passed away, I bought a house in a family neighbourhood and moved in. I like being around families; it makes me happy."

"I think I misjudged you."

"Well, not everyone comes across a neighbour-slash-vigilante . Don't beat yourself up. Besides, you slicked up looking at me fighting, that's better than sorry."

Jungkook choked on his food, "You–"

"You're reeking. My inner wolf is going crazy. Are you close to your heat?"

"Yeah…I just got the supplies."

"I think all this triggered your pre-heat; that's why you're burning up."

Jungkook feels his own temperature with the back of his hand and then pulls out his phone to check his face on the camera. He gasped when he saw how flushed he was; he was definitely in pre-heat. Watching Jimin like that triggered it.

"Don't think too much into it, though."

"I won't. If our wolves are imprinted, that must mean we're both attracted to each other."

"You're into omegas?"

"Big time. Especially your kind."

"Huh?"

"I've always liked bigger omegas, you match my type entirely so–"

"Is this flirting?"

"Flirting was me sending you a care package, but you turned me down."

Jungkook sighed, "I was really rude that day; I am sorry."

Jimin smiles and shrugs. He continues eating his food, and Jungkook does too. The air between them is comfortable, and Jungkook is a little amazed at the whole situation because if someone had told him a couple of weeks ago he'd be silently eating with Jimin at this hour, he'd have laughed. But this seemed….right.

He gets lost in his thoughts again, inner turmoil full of questions and pure attraction for Jimin. Jungkook came to the conclusion that it wasn't new. He may have hated Jimin's personality at first, but he definitely found Jimin attractive. That's why his inner wolf was such a mess with Jimin.

Jungkook's dreamland soon crashed at the sound of what Jimin said next. He choked on his food so hard that his face went red.

"Are the toys you ordered enough for your heat?"

"How the fuck do you know what I ordered?"

"Oh please, Muse is a secret sex toy website that sends it in secretive packaging. I order from them all the time."

Jungkook blushed, "Well, they make do. I don't want to spend it with someone random."

"If you want, I'll help."

"Are you sure?"

"You're not disagreeing."

"Shut up."

Jimin's head falls back as he laughs, and suddenly there's a glimpse of the Jimin he sees every day. The sunshine.

"Which one is the real you?"

"Hmm?"

"Which one is real? Jimin my neighbour, or Jimin the vigilante?"

"Both are parts of me. I like to delve into both sides."

"I like this side a lot."

Jimin cocked an eyebrow; "Oh, I know."

"Am I ever gonna live this down?"

"I triggered your pre-heat, I will never forget that."

Jungkook rolls his eyes; "Great."

Jimin finished the rest of his food and then threw away the packaging before paying for the products at the register. Jungkook followed.

"We should leave."

"One minute. Just sit here, I'll be right back."

Jungkook disappeared into the aisles, and Jimin looked at his phone, doom-scrolling. When Jungkook came back, he held a first-aid packet. Jimin watched in awe as the younger omega tended to his injuries. Jimin hissed as he put the antiseptic liquid and Jungkook gently blew on it. After he put on the band-aid, they got up, ready to leave.

Jimin cupped his face, "Thank you. You're sweet."

"Do you always get hurt?"

"More often than not."

Jungkook pouts, "All this is dangerous."

Jimin rests his hand on his shoulder, "I know. But all these alphas make my blood boil. They need to be taught a lesson. Kitty does it best."

"How do they all come to the same place? Also who's Kitty?"

"I lure them in with the pseudonym Kitty. Messages, fake nudes. It's so easy to lead those knot-heads on."

"You're impossible."

"Let's go now. I need to change."

They walked back to the spot where they kept the motorbikes, and then they both put on the helmets.

"Will you wait for me at the gas station?"

"Who else will drop you to your home?"

Jimin smiles, "And they say chivalry is dead."

"Whatever."

The ride back is fun. When there's no lingering tension, Jungkook realises how beautiful the city looks. He takes in everything, feeling euphoric. Jimin shows off his skills every now and then, and Jungkook just shows him a quick middle finger every time.

When Jimin finally changed into track pants and a flowy t-shirt, Jungkook saw him shift into his daily self almost immediately. Fluffy hair, a wide smile, and a soft gaze. Usual Jimin stuff.

"You're gonna reach home earlier than usual."

"Yeah. I do a lot of times. These days, I had a little stalker, so I had to put up a show."

Jungkook cleared his throat; "I'm not a stalker. I just needed to know if I lived around a serial killer."

"Ahh potato, tomato, same thing."

 "You suck."

Jimin playfully smacked him, "Hey that's no way of talking to your future mate."

Jungkook rolled his eyes; "I don't even like you that much."

"Well, there's ample time."

The ride back home was quiet. Except for the fact that Jungkook totally lost his mind when Jimin hugged him from behind, resting his chin against his back.

It all went in a blur. One minute they were on Jungkook's bike, the next minute they were in front of Jimin's home. There's a lingering tension in the air, and both of them find it hard to express whatever was going on. Jimin used his pass-code to open his door and then he said, "Um… you should go home, carefully, you're in pre-heat. I'll make some food for you tomorrow."

"Yeah, um, thanks. Good night, hyung."

Jimin's eyes widen, but then he smiles so wide Jungkook's heart skips a beat, "Good night, Jungkook-ie."

For a moment they are both silent, two pairs of eyes searching for something, but it's so vague that none of them catches it. Jungkook steps back, still looking at Jimin, both of them wanting to say something more.

Jimin sadly hangs his head low to turn and close his door, but suddenly there's a strong grip on his wrist and he's spun around to face Jungkook. Jungkook held his face in his larger palms and looked at Jimin, tracing the freckles with his gaze, printing everything into memory.

"I want to kiss you so badly."

"What's stopping you?" Jimin's voice is barely above a whisper as he focuses on the mole below Jungkook's lips, his cock hardening immediately. He could feel slick gushing out as well. Jungkook was so hot.

"The art of consent."

Jimin doesn't say anything, rather gets on his tiptoes to crash his lips against Jungkook's. Suddenly the world was spinning, and they were the only ones there. Jungkook dropped his helmet, and Jimin dropped his bag. Their hands explored each other, the touch of skin to skin so good. Jungkook mewled into the kiss.

The kiss was hungry but slow, sloppy yet so good that it made both of them forget their surroundings.

"You're leaking so much, baby."

Jungkook never knew that a day that started with stalking would end up with him being folded in half on Jimin's bed, hole up, feeding slick right into the older omega's mouth. Jungkook was a mess under him, and he hated the fact that puny little Jimin had so much control over him.

Jimin still had his clothes on, and Jungkook was stark naked. The contrast made him blush a deeper shade of red. Everything escalated so fast that it gave Jungkook whiplash. One minute they were kissing, and then suddenly clothes were discarded. Jungkook didn't even find the time to have a look at Jimin's home. If the older omega wasn't currently slurping up his slick, Jungkook would find the time to have a look at his interior design.

The whole room smelled like Jimin, floral and sweet, yet soapy and comfortable. His own scent was blending with and it smelled so heavenly. Jungkook's hands curled against Jimin's hair, his large palms grabbing a handful of soft blonde hair, which made the older omega moan against his walls.

The vibration that comes with it drives Jungkook crazy. His eyes rolled to the back as Jimin's tongue bruised his prostate, long tongue hitting his spot just right. He introduces his fingers too, but they don't enter Jungkook, instead plays with his rim, drawing mewls from the omega.

For a minute, Jungkook feared that Jimin wasn't getting enough oxygen. His concern grows as the elder continues his ministrations without a break. The pleasure that came with it however, washed all the worries away.

"Hyung, oh my goddd…shit."

Jungkook's voice is breathy, and his words are a little incoherent, but Jimin hears them easily. When he finally pulls away, Jungkook whines and opens his eyes only to see the devil between his legs look up and grin at him. Jungkook could cum right there.

"Good?"

"I thought your mouth was only good at smiling at people, but goddammit."

"I'll take that as a compliment, pretty omega."

Jungkook purrs at the praise, and Jimin cocks an eyebrow at that. His fingers never leave Jungkook's rim; instead, they enter his hole now, fingering him in casual strokes, making a come hither motion that makes Jungkook's toes curl.

He has seen Jimin's hands; they're tiny? How are they still so skilled?

"You look so fucked out baby, my sheets are less fabric, more slick now because of you."

"Want you–"

"Want me to do what?"

"Fuck me. Ride me. Touch me. Anything you want."

Jimin giggles, "That's tempting. I love working with a clean canvas."

Jungkook tries to sit up, and when he does, he pushes out Jimin's fingers. Jimin licks his fingers clean, humming at the taste of Jungkook's slick.

"So sweet."

"I want to touch you."

Jimin takes a glance at himself and realises he still has his clothes on. He immediately takes off his t-shirt and Jungkook immediately goes closer to him. He lets the younger omega explore his body, gasping at his belly button piercing and rib tattoo that said 'nevermind'.

Jungkook didn't know if it was possible, but somehow Jimin got even hotter to him. He snaked his arm around the older omega's waist and pulled him so close that their bodies were flush together. Jimin gasped when their hard cocks brushed against each other. The thin barrier of fabric wasn't enough to stop the sensations that made electricity flow through their bodies.

Jimin ran his hands all over Jungkook's back, and Jungkook started pulling down his pants. He smirked when he realised Jimin's underwear was completely soaked. Jungkook pulled Jimin into bed with him, and they both giggled at the collision. Jimin's hair looked messy, and some of it stuck to his sweaty forehead.

His plump lips looked more swollen than usual, and it looked like he had a gloss on it. The gloss was, of course, Jungkook's own slick. As depraved as it might feel, Jungkook kissed Jimin again, this time tasting himself on the older omega's tongue, Honey-like slick exchanged with saliva, dancing on his tongue.

They both moaned into the kiss. Meanwhile, Jimin's hands found Jungkook's nipples and started twisting ‌them. The younger omega had always been quite sensitive, and now that his heat was close, even the slightest touch egged him on further.

Jungkook didn't stay still either; he reached for Jimin's cock and pumped it in swift motion. As a reaction, Jimin's grip on his nipples tightened. They both became a mess of moans and whimpers, both trying to one-up the other, basking in the glory of the delicious sounds.

"I want you, Jimin…"

"Fuck, I wanted to make you cum on my tongue first, but I can't wait anymore."

It's a little struggle that goes on when they try to push one another, and in the end it's Jungkook who falls on his back, laughing. He pulls Jimin towards him, and they kiss again; this time it's more of a peck than a kiss. Haphazard, messy, cute.

Jungkook's skin burns with heat, but relief comes to him when Jimin finally enters him. They don't bother using protection, mostly because they were too impatient.

Jimin's cock throbs inside him, and the length isn't extraordinary, but the thickness is enough for him to morph into an angle that hits Jungkook's spot immediately.

Jungkook writhes under Jimin's touch, yelps out moan after moan, lets drool spill down his mouth. Jimin's touch was so experienced, so skilled that it made him crave more. Jungkook's legs rest on either side of Jimin's head as he pistons his hips against the omega's ass. His cock drives through Jungkook's insides with vigour, the tip of it abusing his prostate, drawing out heaps of slick out of him. Jimin too leaks from the sensation, and his slick drips down his legs, onto his fluffy carpet.

He does not bother thinking how hard it'd be to clean it later. His hands curl around Jungkook's cock, stroking the length, letting his rings create friction between them that makes precum drool out of him.

Jungkook keeps screaming Jimin's name, curses too slipping out of his mouth easily as reality fades. There are stars behind his vision and his tongue lolls out when he finally comes. Jimin too follows him right after. The splotchy sounds that came from all the slick and the cum were so obscene it made Jungkook close his eyes in shame.

When Jimin finally pulls out and plops right beside Jungkook on the bed, Jungkook finally opens his eyes again. Both of their chests were heaving from the action, breathing heavy. Jimin panted as he laughed, "God, you were so tight I came in no time."

"I think I have never cummed that fast in my life."

"Well, that's a challenge."

Jungkook looks at Jimin and laughs, shaking his head. Jimin looks at him fondly and caresses his hair.

"All good?"

"Not really?"

Jimin's expression changes; "What's going on?"

"I love your scent, but I haven't tasted your slick yet."

Jimin's eyes widened at the comment, "So what's the plan?"

Jungkook pulls himself up and then pulls Jimin closer by his ankles. Jimin yelps at the sudden action, and Jungkook giggles in response. He hoists up Jimin's legs and then lowers his mouth to Jimin's drooling, neglected entrance. With his tongue he starts lapping up all the slick that's gathered and slurps it down. The sensation is so great that endless moans slip out of Jimin.

Jungkook strokes the elder's cock with his palm while he continues eating him out. Jimin arches his back and curls his toes as he cums soon after, this time his orgasm even more fervorous. Slick splashes onto Jungkook's face as he holds Jimin's hips in one place to eat it all. Floral, yet sweet. It's at this moment Jungkook realises that maybe all his hate for Jimin was just his lust for this maddening scent.

"Oh fuck," Jimin curses under his breath as he nibbles at his rim.

Jimin mewls from the overstimulation as Jungkook continues, but the younger doesn't flinch. He felt hungry for Jimin's slick and he had no intention of stopping.

After a good five minutes, Jungkook stops, and Jimin feels spent. He pulls the younger omega closer, and they hug. Jungkook pulls the duvet over them, soft fabric covering their messy bodies.

"You look fucked out now too, hyung."

He says the last word in a teasing tone, and Jimin smacks his arm.

"Respect your elder, brat."

"That's why I didn't want to move away from between your legs. That's the only way to pay homage."

Jimin giggles, "You're silly."

"And I love your cock."

"I'm glad you are nosy. How else would we have ended up like this?"

"I was gonna jump you soon"

Jimin rolled his eyes; "Yeah, right."

They laugh and bicker the rest of the night. The conversations feel easy and natural.

In the next few months, the neighbours were stunned when they realised how Jimin now smelled citrusy and Jungkook smelled floral, yet soapy.