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When Jimin wakes up, he finds himself in another room. As his eyes fall shut again, he quickly remembers the events of last night. He and Jeongguk kissed. For a very long time, that’s all they did, just touching each other softly, kissing each other until their lips were swollen and they felt somewhat drowsy.
They moved to Jeongguk’s room later because he wanted to show him something and at some point during their talk they must have fallen asleep. Jimin can feel Jeongguk’s arm wrapped around him and his body pressed to his. It’s a feeling he’s grown to like a lot. The gentle brush of Jeongguk’s breath against his nape and the way his arm is tightened around him, as if he was scared Jimin would move away during the night. The way his leg is hooked over him, as if that would ensure he doesn’t move away either.
Jimin’s lips tilt up into a smile. He snuggles further into Jeongguk’s chest and places his hand on his forearm, trailing back and forth softly. He feels so well rested, although that’s probably because of all their scenting from last night. He always sleeps the best when Jeongguk has spent a good while pressing his nose to his scent gland.
He’s always so thorough, a little bit desperate, so eager.
Jimin turns around after a moment. He finds a very relaxed Jeongguk. His features are relaxed, so open for Jimin to look at. He doesn’t mind being vulnerable in front of him. He shut out the rest of the world, but he let Jimin in and Jimin has been trying his best to show him how good things can be. Sometimes Jeongguk still doesn’t seem to believe him when he tells him he could make his people trust him again. But Jimin still reassures him, still makes sure he knows he’s not alone.
Softly, he lifts his hand and traces Jeongguk’s cheek with his fingertips. He brushes across his lower lip, but quickly continues his path down until his thumb is pressed to Jeongguk’s scent gland. A soft exhale leaves Jeongguk’s lips. Jimin presses deeper before moving his thumb back and forth. Jeongguk makes a small sound and shifts, but doesn’t wake up just yet.
Jimin keeps going. He watches how Jeongguk’s eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones, how his lips part. He feels his arm tightening around his waist. Then he stirs, starting to wake up. His eyes open slowly, confusion painting his features for just a brief second. But then he meets Jimin’s gaze and a lazy smile takes over his lips.
“So good,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering shut again. His hand is now tracing the skin of Jimin’s back, though and Jimin is instantly grateful for the touch. He likes the way Jeongguk’s skin feels against his. They took each other’s shirts off last night in an attempt to get closer to each other. Jeongguk’s fingertips press to the low of his back. “ Jimin ,” he breathes out.
As his eyes flutter shut, Jimin tilts his head back and places a soft kiss to his lips. Jeongguk’s eyes snap open again. The shock lasts him just a few seconds, probably what it takes his sleepy brain to realize that they already kissed last night. His expression softens and a small grin takes over his lips before he leans forward and kisses Jimin.
His mouth is warm and as soft as it was last night. His kissing today is lazy, though, similar to the way he scents Jimin in the mornings when he wakes up. Slow enough it makes Jimin’s body warm. Because it’s so sensual, because it feels good but also like it’s not enough. Jimin rolls Jeongguk onto his back and quickly settles on top of him. The new position makes it easier to cup both his cheeks and hold him in place.
Jimin kisses him a bit faster, a bit firmer. He swallows down Jeongguk’s surprised sound, but it’s only a matter of seconds before Jeongguk’s hands are on his hips, fingers splayed out, gently keeping him closer to his body.
Last night, he explored every inch of Jeongguk’s mouth and learned all the things he had to do in order to make Jeongguk lose control. Small nibbles on his lower lip, tugging a bit as he leans away, before diving right back in and licking into his mouth. Sure enough, Jeongguk groans and his hands tighten around Jimin’s hips.
Despite liking the way he’s holding onto him, Jimin reaches for one of Jeongguk’s hands and lifts it to his neck. He places it there and makes sure Jeongguk is looking at him before he speaks.
“Scent me,” he whispers. “Scent me while you kiss me.”
A spark of gold quickly invades Jeongguk’s irises, but it’s still faint, almost unnoticeable if it wasn’t for their closeness. Jeongguk’s thumb presses to Jimin’s scent gland and his scent takes over Jimin’s whole body. It’s such a comforting scent, something that makes him feel as if he’s wrapped up in a warm blanket.
Jeongguk isn’t speaking, but it’s evident in the way he’s kissing back and touching that he’s feeling as much as Jimin is right now. A part of Jimin wishes they were entirely naked right now. The only clothing they have on right now are undergarments, so almost every inch of their skin is touching. And yet, Jimin wants more. He wants them to be so close to each other, that it feels like they’re a single person.
“I like waking up like this,” Jeongguk confesses against Jimin’s mouth. “You feel so good against me, Jimin.”
Jimin pecks his lips once before leaning back. He’s breathless, but he wants to keep going.
“You feel good, too,” he murmurs. “I could kiss you for hours.”
Jeongguk’s hand leaves his neck, settling on Jimin’s cheek. “We could do that,” he mumbles. Jimin laughs and Jeonggguk quickly follows. He slips his fingers into Jimin’s hair and tugs him down towards his neck. Jimin goes, rubbing his nose against Jeongguk’s scent gland. A gentle brush against his skin before slumping down and trying to breathe.
Things are always so intense when it comes to Jeongguk. Jimin never expected to feel this way about him. He never thought they could get here, especially considering how things started between them. And yet, he found happiness in something that he thought would take it away.
He sits up, placing his hand on Jeongguk’s chest. His heart is beating so fast, but his expression is calm as he looks up towards Jimin. The golden in his eyes shows Jimin enough to know that he’s not as calm as he seems. He looks so perfect right now, hair sticking out in several directions, a mess of curls because of sleep. His toned chest and his big hands on Jimin’s hips. The way he seems to fit perfectly against him.
Jimin feels… so much .
Jeongguk sits up and he’s suddenly right in front of Jimin. His smile makes Jimin’s heart beat faster.
“I thought you said hours,” he whispers, half teasing, half serious. But Jimin can’t speak because he’s overwhelmed by the realization of his feelings. He loves Jeongguk. He’s glad they get to spend the rest of their lives together. “What’s wrong?” Jeongguk asks, eyebrows furrowing, the smile disappearing.
Jimin shakes his head quickly. “Nothing,” he promises. “I just―” he stops and tries to calm down before continuing. “I love you, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk’s expression changes almost instantly. The surprise is evident in his features. He’s not even moving, as if he’s frozen in place, too surprised by Jimin’s words. Maybe he is. Or maybe he wasn’t expecting it so soon. Jimin surely wasn’t. But it doesn’t feel like it’s been too soon. It feels like he fell in love with Jeongguk slowly, the more they talked, the more time they spent together, the deeper he fell, until there was no coming back.
He’s felt something intense for Jeongguk for weeks now, so he’s not all that surprised that it escalated so quickly. Jeongguk has shown him over and over again the type of person he is and Jimin fell in love with that Jeongguk, the one people didn’t take the time to see, the Jeongguk that only opens up to him, that shows him everything about himself without being scared of Jimin hating it.
And really, what is there to hate about Jeongguk? Everything about him is so good .
Jeongguk burrows his face in Jimin’s collarbone and takes a deep breath. Jimin slips his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair and keeps him close, leaning his cheek onto his head.
“I love you too, Jimin,” Jeongguk whispers against his skin. The words make Jimin freeze, mostly because he was unsure if Jeongguk would say it back. Just because Jimin fell in love with him didn’t mean Jeongguk went through the same thing at the same pace as him. And yet, he did . “I’ve never felt something like this. For anyone,” he murmurs, his confession so soft Jimin is sure he wouldn’t have been able to hear it if they weren’t this close to each other. “I didn’t think I’d ever find someone who would understand me the way you do. I wasn’t expecting it all to turn out like this, but I―” he cuts himself off and suddenly wraps both his arms tightly around Jimin’s waist. “For a long time, I’ve had all of these intense feelings for you, Jimin.”
Jimin’s eyebrows furrow. A long time? It’s been months, sure, but that’s not all that long, is it? He leans back, trying to search for Jeongguk’s gaze, but Jeongguk squeezes tighter around him and places his cheek against Jimin’s collarbone. He’s trembling slightly.
“I remember all of those times we saw each other at the market,” he murmurs. Jimin instantly knows what he’s talking about. He’s talking about all the times they saw each other before the marriage. Those times when they were younger, when neither of them really knew much about the other. “I’m sorry, I―” he stops and doesn’t continue.
He sounds different now, almost sad. Jimin’s frown deepens. He gently coaxes Jeongguk out of his hiding spot and this time, Jeongguk lets him. He tilts his head back, eyes closed and his expression reflecting the sadness Jimin heard in his tone.
“Why are you apologizing, baby?” Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow. When his eyes open, Jimin finds that his irises are still the color of gold. Whatever he’s feeling must be intense. He brushes his thumbs over Jeongguk’s cheekbones and shakes his head. “What do you mean a long time, Jeongguk? Why are you apologizing?”
Jeongguk’s throat works as he swallows. He takes a deep breath before speaking.
“My father picked you specifically for this arranged marriage,” he murmurs. Now that’s something Jimin never expected Jeongguk to say. It takes a few seconds for his brain to comprehend what that means, what Jeongguk is saying. “I don’t know how he knew, but he must have had me followed those times I went to the market. I think he picked you on purpose. He knew how I felt. I guess he thought it would be the perfect form of torture. To have someone I wanted but that would probably never want me back.” Jimin leans back, the words rushing over him quickly. Jeongguk looks desperate, panicked. His hands reach for Jimin’s and squeezes them. “I’m so sorry, Jimin. I didn’t know. I only found out a few days ago and I couldn’t―the thought of you hating it―”
“Wait,” Jimin stops him, shaking his head. “What do you mean you felt something back then?” He asks, breathless. “We didn’t really know each other, we―”
“My alpha felt pulled to you from the very first moment,” Jeongguk says, before Jimin can finish talking. “I just thought you were…beautiful and kind. I constantly wished that there would be a chance for us to spend more time together, get to know each other. I had hoped…” he trails off. He sighs loudly, letting go of Jimin’s hands and covering his face with his own. “But things never went my way and I was too terrified of ruining things somehow. I was content with just seeing you occasionally. And then my father came up with this whole marriage thing. I believed everything he told me, I had no idea he was doing it with a different intention in mind.”
So, Jeongguk’s father picked him specifically because he knew Jeongguk felt something for him. Jimin doesn’t know where to put his hands. He doesn’t know what to say. Jeongguk’s father planned this out just to…torture Jeongguk? His heart aches for him, but there are also so many questions he has. He doesn’t even know where to start.
“Say something, please,” Jeongguk pleads. He’s looking at Jimin with so much worry. Jimin shakes his head and cups his cheeks.
“Calm down, Jeongguk,” he whispers. “I just―I’m trying to process this. It’s a lot to take in.”
Jeongguk’s hands wrap around Jimin’s wrists to keep his hands on his cheeks.
“Believe me, please. I didn’t know,” he murmurs. “I thought it was a coincidence. If I had known my father was trying to play with me, I―” he cuts himself off, closing his eyes and letting his head drop. He’s still holding onto Jimin’s wrists, but his touch is gentle, has lost its strength.
“It doesn’t change what I feel for you, Jeongguk,” he reassures, moving his hands to Jeongguk’s hair. “It’s not your fault. Look at me,” he pleads. When Jeongguk lifts his head, his eyes remain closed. Jimin leans in and places a kiss on his lips, soft and gentle. “It’s okay. I don’t want you worrying because it doesn’t change things. Thank you for telling me, I know it must have been hard. We always have to talk, Jeongguk. We have forever together now and even though things didn’t start off in the most ideal way, we’re okay now. We’re better than I could have ever expected.”
Jeongguk’s eyes finally open. They’re brown again, his expression calmer, but he doesn’t seem entirely reassured yet.
“I’m really glad things turned out this way,” he whispers so softly Jimin almost thinks he’s imagining it. “I used to think something like this was impossible. All these weeks felt too good to be true.”
“They are good,” Jimin says, cupping Jeongguk’s cheeks. He gives him a small, reassuring smile. “And they’ll continue to be this way. We’ll make sure of it.” Jeongguk sighs and turns his head to the side, pressing a kiss to Jimin’s palm. He places his hand on top of Jimin’s before looking back at him. He doesn’t say anything, just gives him a small nod. Jimin can tell it’s difficult for him to believe that everything will be fine, but Jimin is being sincere. “We didn’t talk much back then,” he adds, tapping Jeongguk’s cheek softly. “Did you really like me?”
Jeongguk’s cheeks turn a soft shade of pink. He looks away, but he doesn’t seem as worried anymore. He just seems…shy.
“I thought you were pretty,” he mumbles.
“Not anymore?” Jimin asks with a bigger smile.
Jeongguk grunts and hides his face in Jimin’s neck again, making him laugh. “I still think you are,” he murmurs. Jimin plays with his hair strands softly, until Jeongguk speaks up again. “But now that I know you, all of those feelings have just grown into so much more.”
Jimin hums and places a kiss on the top of his head. “I was curious about you. I didn’t understand why people said the things they did when you seemed to care so much about anyone that might need help,” he says, letting his other hand slide down to Jeongguk’s nape. He squeezes softly and Jeongguk groans, his body instantly growing relaxed. “I’m glad we got here, Jeongguk,” he whispers close to his ear. He places a kiss on his temple before continuing. “I love you. I know everything around us is kind of messed up, but that doesn’t change what I feel. I love you .”
Jeongguk shudders, as if hearing Jimin say those words is something far too overwhelming. Jimin repeats them and Jeongguk suddenly shifts. He finds himself on his back, Jeongguk on top of him. He’s hovering above him, staring down at him with this expression on his face. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to Jimin’s lips. Gentle and slow, tentative. Jimin kisses him back, hands sliding down Jeongguk’s side. He holds onto Jeongguk’s hips and brings him closer.
“I love you too,” Jeongguk whispers against his mouth.
They kiss again, quickly getting lost in each other. Jeongguk’s body presses pleasantly against his and his fingers play with his hair distractedly. But they’re interrupted by the sound of the door opening. They break apart, flushed.
“My apologies for interrupting, your Highness,” the maid says. Jimin turns his head to the other side, feeling slightly embarrassed, even though it’s not the first time they’re caught so close to each other. “The bath will get cold.”
“Right,” Jeongguk replies, voice hoarse. “We’ll get in now, thank you.”
She says something else before leaving and Jimin glances at Jeongguk.
“A bath?” He asks softly.
“She came by earlier,” he starts to explain. “You were still pretty deeply asleep. I hope it’s fine I said she could draw a bath for both of us?” He asks.
Jimin smiles. “A bath sounds nice.”
Jeongguk’s lips pull up into a content smile. “Then, let’s get in.”
They stand up with big smiles on their lips. Jeongguk’s fingers twine with his as he pulls him towards the bathing room. The steam-filled room is warm and Jimin can’t help but let his eyes follow Jeongguk as he discards his undergarments and quickly steps into the tub. Jimin quickly does the same, settling into the hot water with a sigh.
It feels so pleasant against his skin. Jeongguk’s hands reach out for him, brushing against his arms. He tugs gently and Jimin goes, quickly settling closer. For some reason, this time it feels different than the last. Now they’re…together. Now things have changed between them. He tentatively slides his fingers against Jeongguk’s forearms.
“There’s something else I have to tell you,” Jeongguk says.
He grows serious, but his expression doesn’t seem worried like it was before. He plays with Jimin’s fingers softly.
“What is it?”
“Aside from wanting you to see your parents, I had…other reasons for the party last night,” he starts. Jimin’s eyebrows furrow. “It was a distraction, too. Last night Jeonghyun was arrested.”
Jimin’s eyes widen. “ What? Why?”
Jeongguk looks down to where he’s playing with Jimin’s fingers. “Remember the day I was attacked? During the Hunt?” Jimin nods. “They found the knives in the woods a few days ago. They belong to Jeonghyun, I recognized them easily when they were brought to me.”
Despite having thought that there was something wrong about Jeonghyun, Jimin wasn’t expecting this to happen. The fact that actual proof was found is great and that Jeonghyun is now incarcerated is even better. But it’s shocking. And even then, he’s Jeongguk’s brother. It can’t be easy to discover your own brother tried to orchestrate your death. That means he’s capable of the worst and it means he might also have been behind the twins’ death.
“Jeongguk, I’m so sorry,” he whispers, reaching out to cup his cheeks. “I know neither of us trusted him, but I can’t even begin to imagine how painful it must have been for you.”
Jeongguk shakes his head. He shows Jimin that defeated smile of his.
“I don’t think it hurt me all that much,” he responds. “I always knew there was someone behind the twins’ death. I had hoped it wasn’t him, but…” he trails off. He shrugs. “I had his room searched and they found the other knife. He’s always used twin knives, so it wasn’t that much of a surprise when they found it. He’ll be incarcerated until he faces his trial in a few months. But he can’t step forward to fight me for the throne anymore. He’s accused of treason, since he tried to have me killed before the night of the succession, without a proper fight.”
Jimin’s eyes widen even more if that’s possible. That means that Jeongguk will be King now, if nobody else is willing to step forward to try to prove their strength. If he’s not mistaken, Jeongguk seems relieved about this. And it’s understandable, considering all the things they’ve been talking about over the past weeks. They’ve made plans, they’ve talked about the things they can do better, the things they can fix for Jeongguk’s people, the alliances they can form with all the packs that Jeongguk’s father decided to stand against.
They can do that now, without having to worry about Jeonghyun or someone else trying to steal that away.
“You’ll be King,” he whispers softly.
Jeongguk’s lips turn up into a smile and this time, it’s not the defeated one. It’s one with a lot of other emotions Jimin understands he must be feeling right now.
“I used to hate the idea so much,” he murmurs. “But you made me see it in such a different way. You gave me hope and reasons to accept this. I think that, together, we can do everything we’ve been talking about. We can make things better. I want my people to see that I’m not the person they think I am. I want to help them and now I can.”
Jimin slides closer and settles on Jeongguk’s lap. He wraps his arms around him and hugs him tight. Their bodies press in all the right places and suddenly, Jimin is very much aware of their nakedness, but he ignores it for the time being, wanting to focus only on this moment, on Jeongguk’s excitement and how much he seems to be looking forward to becoming King so he can make everything better.
“I’m glad, Jeongguk,” Jimin whispers. “I’m so proud of you. I’ll stand beside you every step of the way, I promise. Everything is finally going to be alright.”
Jeongguk’s arms wrap around him and he whispers a soft ‘yeah’ before burrowing his face in Jimin’s neck. Everything really is going to be alright. Somehow, things have started to fix themselves slowly.
“Thank you, Jimin,” Jeongguk whispers. “Thank you for everything.”
“You have nothing to thank me for,” Jimin replies, squeezing his arms tight around him. “We’ve done all of this together. You and I.”
He feels Jeongguk’s lips turning up into a smile against his skin.
“You and I,” he repeats.
Somehow, it feels like destiny has turned in their favor, brought them together despite their circumstances and now everything is turning out the way it’s supposed to be. Good. Happy. It’s all he could think about for the past few weeks, Jeongguk being happy. Finally, he gets to have that. Finally, he’ll get to smile all he wants.
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Jimin gently places his hand on Jeongguk’s forearm. It’s easy to notice the way he startles, even though nobody else seems to notice. He’s been jumpy all day, ever since they woke up. When Jimin asked, he only smiled and told him he was fine. But Jimin can tell that he’s not. He doesn’t seem worried, he just seems sensitive.
It’s not that long before he realizes why. Jeongguk’s scent shifts somewhere in between lunch and their afternoon walk. Something evident enough it instantly hits Jimin just what is going on. Instead of continuing with their walk, Jimin reaches for Jeongguk’s hand and tugs at him. Confused, Jeongguk follows.
They don’t stop until they’re in Jeongguk’s room, the door closed behind them. Jeongguk’s eyebrow furrow.
“What’s wrong?” He asks.
Jimin leans closer and sure enough, Jeongguk jumps, pressing himself to the wall. Still, Jimin sniffs the air until he’s sure enough of what’s going on. He squints his eyes at him and Jeongguk looks back with a nervous expression.
“You smell…aroused,” he says softly. Tentatively, he wraps his fingers around Jeongguk’s wrist and Jeongguk groans instantly, head falling back with a thud. “Are you in rut?”
Jeongguk’s throat works as he swallows. “I’m about to be.”
Jimin lets go of his wrist in favor of reaching for his cheek. He’s gentle about it, showing him a small smile.
“You didn’t tell me,” he murmurs.
And, frankly, Jimin didn’t think about it either. A part of him knew that Jeongguk’s rut would come around at some point, since it’s been months since the wedding, but he wasn’t actively thinking about it.
“It’s fine,” Jeongguk says, voice hoarse. Maybe Jimin touching him was too much for his surely sensitive body because he’s trembling slightly now. “I thought I had a few more days but…” he trails off. He clears his throat and looks away. “We’ve been spending so much time together, I think it’s accelerated the process a bit.”
Jimin hums. “So you’re in pre-rut now?” He asks. “Why were you walking around with me instead of resting?”
Jeongguk drops his forehead onto Jimin’s shoulder and sighs. “I wanted to be with you.”
Jimin’s heart jumps in his chest. He wraps his arm around Jeongguk’s middle and lets his fingers slip into his hair with his other hand. Jeongguk sighs deeply, as if he really needed Jimin’s touch. He doesn’t move further, though, not wanting to do something Jeongguk might not want. Even though things have progressed a lot between them, he’s not sure if Jeongguk will want Jimin to stay with him throughout his rut. But he can ask, because he does want to stay. He wants to take care of Jeongguk if he wants that too.
“You can be with me,” he whispers. “I’m right here.”
Jeongguk’s hands settle on Jimin’s hips. He doesn’t move further than that, he just holds onto him softly, as if he’s too scared of doing more. Jimin doesn’t move, he lets Jeongguk do things at his own pace. But Jeongguk doesn’t move further than that. He stays very still, as if he’s terrified of moving and triggering his rut instantly.
“It’s okay, Jeongguk,” he murmurs close to his ear. “You don’t have to worry.”
A shudder takes over his body and suddenly, he’s turning Jimin around and pinning him to the wall. His eyes open and Jimin is met with gold, almost like honey, so intense. He looks so alluring right now, his hair falling over his forehead, messy. All of him looks like a wild mess. But Jimin has always liked that look, the way he seems so overwhelmed with emotions, it shows just how much he was keeping inside of himself instead of letting it out, instead of letting someone in.
“I think I should stay here now,” he murmurs. “My rut will start soon and―”
“I want to help,” Jimin interrupts softly. Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow, but Jimin reaches up towards his face, undeterred. “May I help you through it, Jeongguk?”
Jeongguk’s eyes widen. He already looks so flushed, cheeks red, sweat collecting on his forehead. Jimin traces his jaw gently before leaning closer and kissing his lips softly. Jeongguk’s hands are on the wall on either side of him and his body isn’t nearly close enough. He’s trembling, though, as if it’s hard to keep himself in check.
“You don’t have to,” Jeongguk whispers, shaking his head. “It’s okay. I’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t look like he’ll be fine. For Jimin it was difficult. Jeongguk’s lingering scent made his omega claw at his chest. They’ve really been spending so much time together that he can’t begin to imagine how difficult it might be for Jeongguk. But, it’s not just that that’s making Jimin want to stay. He wants to stay because he loves Jeongguk and he wants to take care of him. He wants to hold him and help him in any way he might need.
“I want to, though,” he replies with a small smile. “I want to take care of you, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk is suddenly stepping closer, pressing his body to Jimin’s and pinning him to the wall. But it’s pleasant in the best of ways. His arms are now wrapped around Jimin’s waist and his face is burrowed against his neck. His scent invades Jimin, so strong and musky because he’s in pre-rut.
“I don’t want our first time together to be like this,” Jeongguk confesses softly. He squeezes his arms tight around Jimin, letting his nose trail up and down his neck, as if that’s his way of finding comfort. “I want it to be slow and gentle, not rushed and desperate.”
The words he’s saying shouldn’t make Jimin feel so hot and bothered, but they do. They make him think about it and imagine it, his brain supplying images of what things they’d have to do for Jeongguk to soothe the ache. The fact that Jeongguk thinks that is endearing, though. It makes Jimin’s heart beat faster and a flutter settle in his belly. Jeongguk groans, undoubtedly smelling the change in Jimin’s scent upon thinking about sex with him.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart. “We don’t have to do anything beyond touching,” he replies. “I can just be here for you, use my hands? My mouth? I just want to take care of you.”
Jeongguk whimpers, rubbing his cheek against Jimin’s in a rather desperate way. Jimin smiles to himself, already imagining what his words must be doing to Jeongguk. He must be imagining it too. He places his hands on the low of Jeongguk’s back and pulls him closer. Their hips press together and Jeongguk shudders.
“Are you sure?” Jeongguk asks, his voice shaky. “I don’t want you to regret it. I don’t―”
“I would never regret anything that has to do with you, baby,” Jimin says. He slips his hands under Jeongguk’s loose shirt and touches the skin of his back. He’s glad that Jeongguk chose a loose attire for today because it means he didn’t have his shirt tucked into his pants and Jimin had easy access to his skin. Jeongguk is far too warm already, probably closer to starting his rut than Jimin thought. “I want this, if it’s also something you want,” he adds.
Jeongguk makes a soft sound and his teeth suddenly nibble on Jimin’s neck. It sends a jolt of pleasure down his spine.
“Of course, I want it,” he replies. “I’m just―I’ve never…spent a rut with anyone,” he confesses.
His fingers are fisting the back of Jimin’s shirt as if he’s scared he’ll disappear any moment and his face is now hidden in his neck, unmoving. But Jimin tries to help him settle down by placing his hand on his nape and squeezing gently. Jeongguk’s shoulders slump, but he’s still tense against Jimin.
“I’ve never spent my heat with anyone, either,” he replies.
He hasn’t. He’s never had anyone he could trust enough for that, enough to be vulnerable and to lose control of himself. But now he has Jeongguk and he knows for a fact that in his next heat, he’ll be ready to spend it with him. He trusts him more than he could have ever expected.
Jeongguk’s hands slide down to his hips and grips them tightly.
“It’ll drive me crazy,” he whispers, pressing a kiss under Jimin’s earlobe. “It’ll make me horny to have your scent so close to me, Jimin.”
Jimin smiles to himself and slides his hands down until they’re almost touching Jeongguk’s ass. He leans back, hoping to catch his gaze. Jeongguk takes the hint and does the same. His golden eyes stare back at Jimin with intensity.
“That’s a good thing, though. Right?” He asks. “I’ll be here to make you feel good,” he promises, leaning close enough that their lips brush together as he speaks.
Jeongguk leans into him and suddenly kisses him. Jimin doesn’t protest. They sway as Jeongguk tries to get closer somehow and Jimin’s back hits the wall again. One of Jeongguk’s hands slides down to his thigh. He brushes over it, hesitantly, before moving back up and holding onto his hips again. He doesn’t move further, just continues to kiss him urgently.
They stay there for a long moment, bodies pressed tightly together, lips moving against each other desperately, then slowly, then urgently all over again. Until Jimin feels breathless and Jeongguk’s scent is so strong it’s making his head spin.
He leans back, breathless.
“Let’s move to the bed,” he murmurs, reaching for Jeongguk’s hands and tugging at him to follow.
Jeongguk goes rather distractedly, his lips pecking Jimin’s, trying to continue kissing him even as they’re moving. He gets onto the bed with some coaxing from Jimin’s part and settles propped up against the pillows as Jimin crawls onto his lap so they can be close to each other. He presses his chest to his and wraps his arms around his neck before kissing him again. Jeongguk’s hands are fisting the back of his shirt again and his teeth keep catching on Jimin’s lower lip, tugging it softly into his mouth.
“Jimin,” he pleads against his mouth, as if he can’t get enough of him, as if he needs more.
He probably does. His scent is full of arousal and it’s making Jimin’s body feel a bit too warm. He slips his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair and tugs at it, enough that Jeongguk growls. He licks into Jimin’s mouth, swirls his tongue around his. His fingers tug at Jimin’s shirt so hard it rips. The sound breaks the silence in the room and it snaps Jeongguk out of it instantly.
“I’m sorry,” he breathes out, eyes opening. The hair falling over his forehead is already damp and sticking to his skin. Jimin looks at him, trailing his hands down his neck, his skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“It’s okay,” Jimin reassures with a smile. He cards Jeongguk’s hair back and pushes it out of his face. He leans forward and pecks his lips once. “It’s alright, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk grips Jimin’s biceps and leans forward, pressing his face to his collarbone. He breathes him in slowly before his teeth bite down on his skin and makes him groan. He tilts his head back for Jeongguk to do as he pleases. Jeongguk growls low in his throat, tongue slipping past his lips and licking at Jimin’s skin.
“You taste so good,” he mumbles.
He sounds lost already, as if he’s too turned on to function properly. As if he’s too focused on Jimin’s presence to do anything else but kiss him and touch him and spread his scent all over him.
Jimin hasn’t ever spent a rut with an alpha before, so this is new for him too.
But he and Jeongguk have grown close enough that Jimin knows their wolves will guide them along the way. He tilts his head further back for Jeongguk to take what he needs. Suddenly, the world tilts and Jimin finds himself on his back. Jeongguk is right against him instantly, teeth nibbling at Jimin’s neck. He nips at his scent gland, pulling a sigh out of him.
It feels good. Normally, Jeongguk scents him thoroughly, a bit desperately, but he’s always slow and gentle about it. Right now, he’s scenting Jimin as if he’s terrified he’ll disappear, as if he’s terrified something will happen if he doesn’t spread his scent everywhere . He kisses and licks and nibbles until he’s satisfied, before shifting to the other side. He does the same process all over again, groaning and grunting in frustration.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jimin promises, slipping his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair. “I’m right here, baby.”
Jeongguk whimpers, his hands roaming down Jimin’s body. He settles in between his legs, gripping his hip as he trails kisses up Jimin’s neck. Until he reaches his jaw. He nibbles there until he reaches Jimin’s lips. He kisses him once, twice. A third time. He doesn’t stop.
This is similar to needy and lazy Jeongguk in the mornings, only right now he’s not lazy, he’s thorough and urgent and he’s desperate for more. He’s tugging at Jimin’s shirt again and it once more rips. He apologizes instantly, but he keeps going until the shirt is off Jimin’s body, hanging from his fingers.
“You ripped my shirt off,” Jimin reprimands, but he’s teasing, really. Jeongguk only seems the slightest bit embarrassed. Now that Jimin’s chest is exposed, he’s diving in to press his cheek to his skin, right against his heart. He sighs, as if pleased just by being there.
“You feel so warm,” he mumbles, rubbing his cheek against his chest. “I love you.”
Jimin’s heart jumps in chest, he slips his fingers into Jeongguk’s hair and slides his other hand down in between his shoulder blades.
“I love you, too,” he whispers. “So much, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk goes back to kissing Jimin. Slow and steady, up to his scent gland. He sucks on the skin there, hands roaming once more.
It’s not too long before it’s evident that his rut is starting to take over his body. He’s smelled horny for a while now, but it’s even stronger now. And when his body presses closer, seeking more warmth, Jimin feels him hard against his hip.
Jeongguk shudders and stops moving altogether, holding himself up so he’s no longer touching Jimin’s body.
“I’m―” he tries, but cuts himself off.
“It’s okay,” Jimin reassures, reaching for his hips. He gently tugs him down. “It’s okay to take what you need, baby,” he promises. “Come here.”
Jeongguk seems hesitant, but his wild eyes meet Jimin’s and with a soft sigh, he drops down again. He surrenders to his lust-filled body and presses his hips against Jimin’s. A loud groan leaves his mouth, nose brushing along the side of Jimin’s neck. There’s something so arousing about Jeongguk grinding against him like this, while they’re both fully dressed.
He can feel how hard he is through his clothes and as he grinds against him, Jimin feels his own body start to react. He wants to focus on Jeongguk, though, so all he does is guide him forward. He spreads his legs further, lips parting at the added pleasure the next time Jeongguk thrusts. A soft whine is breathed against his skin and then Jeongguk’s hand is sliding under his ass. The next time he moves, he presses Jimin closer to him and the pleasure feels more intense somehow.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he mutters. His lips find Jimin’s again and his hips continue their insistent pace.
He lets go, loses himself to pleasure. He tries his best to kiss Jimin while he’s moving, but his lips are sloppy and he can’t seem to stop himself from whining, moaning, mumbling against Jimin’s mouth.
Jimin is so fascinated by how beautiful Jeongguk looks like this. His hair framing his face, his cheeks flushed, his eyebrows furrowed. The soft grunts he releases every time he thrusts. Jimin hasn’t been with anyone in a very long time, but even then, it never felt like this. They’re not even naked, but the intimacy of this moment has Jimin feeling light-headed. His hands slip under Jeongguk’s shirt and touch his skin softly.
It only makes Jeongguk moan louder, as if being touched gives him just as much pleasure as the way he’s dragging his hips against Jimin’s.
Jeongguk’s fingers squeeze his ass and he picks up the pace, even though Jimin isn’t sure how he can go any faster. Their lips are pressed to each other, but they’re not kissing anymore―Jeongguk seems too far lost to focus on it. But Jimin doesn’t mind. It’s so sensual . Jeongguk is trying so hard not to be loud, but small whines keep escaping his mouth and Jimin feels them against his mouth, feels the way Jeongguk’s body is trembling with pleasure.
When Jeongguk reaches for the back of his knee and hooks his leg around his hip, a moan leaves Jimin’s lips. The position is better somehow and the feeling of Jeongguk’s hard cock dragging against him is starting to make him feel too hot. He can feel slick collecting in between his ass cheeks and he’s sure it’s evident in his scent how badly he wants Jeongguk. Sure enough, Jeongguk mumbles something about how good he smells and quickly shoves his face in Jimin’s neck. He bites on his skin, as if that will help him ground himself.
He tenses and suddenly stops. Then keeps going but at a much slower pace.
“Are you close?” Jimin asks, sliding his hands down until they’re on Jeongguk’s ass cheek. Jeongguk whimpers. “Don’t stop,” he whispers.
Jeongguk doesn’t. He keeps going slow, but now with the help of Jimin’s hands pressing him forward, hips moving in waves. Jimin lifts his own to match Jeongguk’s thrusts and sighs loudly when pleasure makes his whole body tingle. Jimin wants more, he always does when it comes to Jeongguk. But they have time and they don’t need to rush.
So he lets Jeongguk take what he wants, slowly, so slowly it doesn’t feel like enough. But it doesn’t take much longer for Jeongguk to come, his body too sensitive because of his rut. When he does, he tenses up even more, groans loudly and slumps down entirely on top of Jimin’s body. His hips continue to move, slow and shallow thrusts until he starts to shake against him. Jimin hugs him tightly, wrapping his legs around him as well, holding him as his orgasm washes over him and takes over his body.
He gently cards his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, pressing soft kisses to the side of his head until Jeongguk settles down and stops shaking. He’s breathing hard, chest heaving. He smells so nice, Jimin doesn’t want to be away from him for a single second. Jeongguk has always smelled nice and comforting, but right now it’s alluring, it makes Jimin want to spend hours in his arms.
They stay like that for a few minutes, until Jeongguk seems to come back to himself. He slowly lifts his head from Jimin’s neck and looks at him. His cheeks are a soft shade of pink, but Jimin isn’t sure if it’s because of his rut or because he’s embarrassed. His expression gives him away. He shyly lowers his head again and hides in Jimin’s neck.
It makes Jimin’s lips turn up into a smile.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he murmurs. “I get that you’re horny.”
Jeongguk grumbles and groans.
“You drive me crazy,” he confesses. “In the best sort of way.”
Jimin’s smile widens at that and he squeezes tightly around Jeongguk, hoping it expresses just how much he loves him.
“I love you,” he whispers, just in case it isn’t clear.
Jeongguk sighs deeply. “I love you too.”
They stay like that for a while longer, just holding onto each other, until Jeongguk’s breathing slows down. His rut will probably start sometime soon, so this moment of peace won’t last all that long. Still, it’s pleasant and Jimin wants to enjoy it.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Jeongguk asks after a while.
“I’m sure,” Jimin replies. “As I said, we don’t have to do anything beyond touching. Whatever you’re comfortable with, Jeongguk,” he promises.
Jeongguk is quiet for a long moment, as if he’s thinking about Jimin’s words, processing them. Finally, he speaks up again.
“When I said I’ve never spent my rut with anyone, I didn’t mean just that,” he murmurs. Jimin continues to card his fingers through Jeongguk’s hair, listening attentively. “I haven’t…done anything. With anyone.”
His face lifts and Jimin is met with his gaze. The golden of his irises is still there and it makes him look so breathtaking, but he seems calm for the time being, focused on their conversation.
“That’s okay,” he reassures. “If you’re not ready for that, we can―”
“No, I―” Jeongguk interrupts, shaking his head. “I want to. With you. I just don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to know,” Jimin whispers. He lifts his head and pecks Jeongguk’s lips softly. “Just let your body guide you. I’ll tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. We’ll go at our own pace.”
Jeongguk leans down and places a kiss on Jimin’s jaw. “Have you?” He asks softly. “Done it before?”
Jimin hums. “Just once,” he replies. “A long time ago, though.” Jeongguk nods, but his scent changes slightly. Jimin cocks an eyebrow. “Are you jealous?” He asks, teasing.
Jeongguk shakes his head. “ No ,” he replies quickly. Then he clears his throat and drops down. “A little bit. But it was before me, so…” he trails off.
Before Jeongguk. Things were never like this before him. He’s never felt anything like this before him. And now, all he can think about is Jeongguk and everything that comes afterwards, beside him.
“Nothing has ever felt like this,” he murmurs. Jeongguk lifts his head again to look at Jimin. “Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. And I’ve never been in love before. Nothing can compare to you, Jeongguk.”
Jeongguk’s expression changes instantly. He looks overwhelmed and happy and Jimin can’t help the smile that takes over his lips as he reaches up and cups Jeongguk’s cheeks.
“You mean the whole world to me, Jimin,” Jeongguk says as he leans closer. “You gave me hope and showed me that this world can be a better place. I’m so grateful that you’re in my life now.”
Jimin brushes his thumbs over Jeongguk’s cheekbones. “I’m grateful too.”
They kiss again, this time slow and gentle. It’s just them showing each other how much they love the other. Jimin loses track of time. He gets lost in the feeling of Jeongguk’s lips against his and of his warm body pressing him down to the bed. He forgets that the rest of the world exists and for a long moment, there’s just Jeongguk.
“Stay with me,” Jeongguk pleads against his mouth. “We can do what you said. The touching. Just―can we wait until after it’s over?” He asks. “For the rest?”
Jimin’s lips lift into a smile. “Ah, do you think you’ll be able to hold back, alpha?” He asks, teasing, sliding his hand in between them. He presses the heel of his palm against Jeongguk’s already half hard cock. It’s no surprise he’s getting worked up again, his scent flaring around them. “I’m more than happy to stay with you.”
He whispers those last words, giving Jeongguk’s cock a firm squeeze, earning himself a loud moan.
“Jimin,” Jeongguk pleads.
“I’m all yours, Jeongguk,” he whispers.
With a loud growl, Jeongguk kisses him again, desperate, urgent and messy. His hips are moving against Jimin’s hand, seeking out pleasure. And Jimin is more than willing to give it to him. He’s willing to give him anything in the world.
⚜⚜⚜
Jeongguk’s fever has finally broken. It’s been about three days, but they’ve gone by so fast that it doesn’t feel like it’s been long. Jeongguk’s exhausted body is on top of him right now, crushing him with his weight. Jeongguk got naked at some point during his rut, Jimin isn’t entirely sure of when exactly that was because he’s been far too distracted by Jeongguk.
He kept his undergarments on, something they thought would be better to ensure that they didn’t get too carried away. But it did little to keep them from touching and exploring everything they could. Jeongguk’s hands constantly ended up inside his undergarments―not that Jimin minded.
Jimin softly trails his fingers up and down Jeongguk’s back. He’s covered in sweat and he’s still trembling the slightest bit, but he seems to have calmed down and his scent has settled, it isn’t as strong as it was a while before. He groans softly, face pressing deeper into Jimin’s neck. Jimin squeezes at his nape once before going back to touching him softly.
He kind of wants to get out of his undergarments―he’s made a mess of himself, even though he’s mostly been focusing on Jeongguk. But he doesn’t want to move because he wants them to stay like this, pressed tightly together. His fingers slide further down, until they’re brushing over Jeongguk’s ass cheeks. He shudders and nips at Jimin’s neck, making him laugh.
“You’re making me horny again,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t sound like he’s protesting.
His hips move, a slow drag against Jimin’s. He sighs softly, but doesn’t move again.
“I didn’t do anything,” Jimin replies, but he’s smiling and doing it again, a brief brush of fingers against Jeongguk’s ass.
Jeongguk grunts and lifts himself up on shaky arms. He has to be exhausted, but his expression says otherwise. His gaze settles on Jimin’s lips. He stares for a second too long before he meets Jimin’s eyes.
“Jimin,” he whispers.
Jimin tilts his head back and presses his lips to Jeongguk’s. They don’t stop looking at each other as it happens and Jeongguk releases a shaky breath before leaning in and kissing him again. It’s not a chaste kiss this time around. He moves his lips softly against Jimin’s, still somewhat shaky, his hands sliding upwards until he’s fully pressed to Jimin again.
“I’m here,” Jimin replies softly, parting his lips. Jeongguk licks into his mouth once. “How are you feeling?” He asks, even though they’re still kissing, nowhere near done.
“Good,” Jeongguk mumbles distractedly. “Tired, but―” he stops mid sentence, lips once more moving against Jimin’s. “I want you.”
Jimin digs his nails into Jeongguk’s back, his words quickly making Jimin’s abdomen fill with heat. He plants his knees on the bed, framing Jeongguk’s hips with his thighs. He slides his hands down to his ass and squeezes once.
“I want you, too,” he murmurs against his mouth.
Truth be told, Jimin feels as if he’s had it harder to hold back these past few days. Jeongguk’s scent and his hands and the feeling of his body against him have been driving him crazy, making him think about more. And now that it’s over, a part of him thought Jeongguk would be too exhausted for more. Which was fine, really. But now that Jeongguk has said that, Jimin can’t stop thinking about it again.
“Can we, Jimin?” Jeongguk asks, his voice breathy, urgent.
His hips move again and Jimin groans, hips lifting off the bed. A low moan leaves Jeongguk’s mouth.
“Aren’t you tired?” Jimin asks softly. “Are you sure you―”
“Yes,” Jeongguk exhales. “I’m tired, but I’m sure. I just―I’ve been thinking about it all this time and I can’t wait any longer. I really want you. I want you, please.”
Jimin rolls Jeongguk onto his back and settles on top of him. Jeongguk blinks up at him in surprise, but Jimin leans in and kisses him once.
“I’ve been thinking about you all this time, too,” he murmurs, placing kisses down his jaw. “I want you so much, it’s driving me crazy.”
Jeongguk’s hands lift to his hips and his thumbs hook under the waistband of his undergarments. “I want to feel your skin against mine,” he pleads. “Can we take it off?”
Jimin nods. It’s a struggle to take it off while being in this position and he ends up leaning away for a moment to get them off. As soon as he’s back on Jeongguk’s lap, Jeongguk is sitting up, hands moving to Jimin’s ass cheeks. He squeezes once, fingers sliding in between. Jimin’s eyes flutter shut as he feels Jeongguk’s fingertips slide against him effortlessly.
“Jimin,” he groans, fingers continuing their slow exploration. “I want you so much.”
“I want you, too,” Jimin replies quickly. “I want to feel you.”
Jeongguk’s face presses to his neck. All he does is press a finger into Jimin. Jimin tenses for just a brief moment, but relaxes almost instantly, Jeongguk’s pheromones swirling around him. There’s only him right now, the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s just them in this small bubble and nothing can break them apart.
“I’m nervous,” Jeongguk confesses.
Jimin realizes both of them are trembling slightly. “You’re not the only one,” he promises. “It’s okay. Keep going.”
Jeongguk adds a second finger and Jimin groans. He cups Jeongguk’s cheeks and lifts his head so he can kiss him. It’s a messy kiss, both of them too distracted by everything else. But it doesn’t matter. It feels good. They’re so close to each other. Jimin bites down on Jeongguk’s lower lip and tugs. Jeongguk grunts and his fingers move faster, slowly spreading Jimin open.
It’s then that Jimin feels his nervousness growing. He’s nervous because it’s Jeongguk and he’s grown to feel so much for him, a part of him can’t believe they got here.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles against Jeonggu’s mouth.
“Love you too,” Jeongguk replies, adding a third finger.
Jimin gasps and falls forward, thighs trembling. Jeongguk kisses his forehead, his shoulder, his neck. He mouths at his scent gland until Jimin relaxes and sighs. Jimin leans his forehead against Jeongguk’s and stays there as Jeongguk continues to open him up. Jeongguk’s other hand is on his hip, fingers spreading his ass cheek to the side.
“Good?” Jeongguk asks softly.
Jimin nods. When Jeongguk crooks his fingers inside of him, he moans, head falling back. Jeongguk continues to press against that spot inside of him that feels good, until Jimin is shaking and he’s covered in sweat. Until it’s not enough and he wants more .
He takes matters into his own hands when he can’t take it anymore. He lifts himself up on his knees and reaches under himself. His fingers wrap around Jeongguk’s already hard cock and Jeongguk whines softly, as if he’s still too sensitive. Jimin lines him up and looks into his eyes as he starts to lower himself.
He feels the stretch as Jeongguk’s cock slips past his rim. Jeongguk’s eyes flutter shut and his hands move to Jimin’s hips, holding onto him so tightly he’s sure tomorrow he’ll have bruises on his skin. He slowly works his way down until his ass is pressed to Jeongguk’s hips and he’s deep inside of him.
Jeongguk’s lips are parted, but his eyes are closed and his eyebrows are furrowed. He’s shaking. Or maybe that’s Jimin. It feels so good just to be like this. Jimin can’t breathe, he can’t move. He can’t do anything but feel Jeongguk. Everywhere . He’s everywhere all of a sudden.
“Jimin, you feel so good,” Jeongguk murmurs, eyes opening the slightest bit. “I can’t― fuck .”
“Move for me, Jeongguk,” Jimin pleads, hips moving in a slow circle. Jeongguk groans, hands giving Jimin’s hips a warning squeeze. “Please.”
Jeongguk’s hips move without warning. He thrusts into Jimin and the position makes it so Jimin feels it deep inside of him. His head falls back and Jeongguk’s lips quickly close around his scent gland. He sucks as he thrusts again. He groans against Jimin’s skin. Jimin moans loudly, fingers slipping into Jeongguk’s hair. He holds him in place, moving his hips to match Jeongguk’s pace.
There’s something so nice about doing this after Jeongguk’s rut. They’ve spent three days in each other’s arms, holding each other and touching and making each other feel good. So they’re exhausted, drowsy. And it makes this moment even better, taking pleasure from each other slowly, dragging it out.
“Yeah,” Jimin breathes out. “That feels so good.”
Jeongguk bites down on his scent gland. It’s not enough to break skin, but the feeling that takes over Jimin’s body is immediate, his toes curl and he shudders and the thought of mating Jeongguk crosses his mind.
Not now. It’s not the right moment, but he wants to. He wants them to be tied together like that. When they’re both ready, when everything has been solved and Jeongguk is King. When they’ve managed to do everything they have in mind.
He tilts Jeongguk’s head back to kiss him. Their bodies move in slow waves, pulling soft moans from both of them. They don’t speak anymore, but they don’t need to. The sounds of their skin sliding against each other and their kisses is enough. The feeling of each other is enough.
Jimin loses himself to Jeongguk and Jeongguk gets lost in him. But they find each other. They found each other a long time ago. Despite how things happened, it was meant to be. They were meant to be.
He drops his forehead onto Jeongguk’s shoulder when it’s too much and burrows his face in his neck when his orgasm starts to build. Jeongguk’s breath brushes against his neck as he grunts and struggles to keep moving. Jimin pushes through the burning sensation in his thighs, until he tips over the edge and his orgasm washes over him.
Jimin shakes violently against Jeongguk, wrapping his arms around him desperately, closing his eyes and letting himself go. It doesn’t take long for Jeongguk to follow suit, a loud groan leaving his mouth as he comes. Jimin shudders at the feeling, pressing a kiss to the skin of Jeongguk’s neck.
He’s overwhelmed with emotions, but it feels good. He feels sated. He feels so connected to Jeongguk right now. He never wants to let him go. Jeongguk falls back with Jimin still wrapped around him and they stay there, exhausted but content. Limbs wrapped around each other and hearts full of love.