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Jimin spent most of his time during Hayul's nap times in Jungkook's study watching movies on his small TV. And Jungkook watched the varying emotions those movies ignited in the little Omega. After the board meeting, the Alpha had an abundance of free time anyway, so what better way to spend it than relearning the sassy curl of his lips and the way he scrunched his nose and pursed his lips in distaste?
After finishing one particularly annoying movie (Jungkook knew it was annoying because Jimin kept groaning angrily all through it) the Omega melted on the floor with a loud sigh.
“I wonder if someone would ever marry me,” He thought out loud, and Jungkook, now used to the abrupt questions, only hummed.
“I'm sure anyone would marry you,” Jungkook said, flipping through the pages of a file he was barely focused on, “Not that I'd let them….ever,” He added for safe measures.
“But why?”
“Because you're mine,”
The little Omega grumbled, turning away dramatically from the Alpha, “Then maybe you should marry me,” He muttered heatedly under his breath.
“I would,” Jungkook said easily.
“But I wouldn't,” Jimin huffed brattily.
The Alpha lifted his head, shifting his full attention towards the Omega. “You wouldn't marry me?”
“No,”
“Why?” Jungkook probed, taking his reading glasses off intently, “I'm decent looking, I have money, I'm strong, and I have a nice body. I know you like my body,”
Jimin blinked, cheeks tinted red but he retained his high-nosed expression, all crossed legs and clasped hands.
“I think Tae Hyungie is more my type. He calls me pretty a lot,” He stretched his shoulders, cat ears moving softly, “He also said that he'd steal me away from you like a hero steals the heroine from the scary villain's lair,”
Jungkook’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He discarded the file and took to his feet, “So, you'd let him touch your little cunt when you're horny, hm?” Jimin’s face turned, lips parted and eyes big as the Alpha crossed over to him with an unhurried and measured gait, “You'd rub against his hands? Roll your hips into his mouth, mm?”
Jimin frowned, solemnly affected by the Alpha’s words. “N-No,” He croaked, looking up at Jungkook’s towering form.
The Alpha heaved a sigh, pretending to think as he gazed down at the Omega on the floor. “Maybe Alpha should stop kneeling to all your whims,” He proposed and the little kitten's frown deepened, eyes shining with regret, “Let your little cunt hurt until you're crying,”
Jimin raised his hand hesitantly, entwining his fingers with the Alpha’s gently, by way of apology, “I-I didn't…mean it,” He said quietly, and Jungkook almost broke his character by melting into a puddle of goo, “I'm sorry, Alpha Hyungnim,”
“Are you?”
Jimin nodded eagerly, blinking those glistening eyes at Jungkook, “Yes, I'm sorry,”
“How sorry?”
The Omega pouted, thinking, “I-I'll do anything Alpha Hyung says,” He settled on, cat ears dancing with uncertainty.
Jungkook smiled at that, pressing his large hand flat over his small head affectionately, “I won't let him take you,” He said, “You're mine, okay?”
“Mkay,” Jimin nodded, leaning into his touch, sandwiching his cheeks between the Alpha’s hands.
“Say it out loud,”
“I am yours, Alpha,” Jimin said loud and clear, warm cheeks bunched up and rosy from shame.
“Hm, mine,” Jungkook hummed softly, heart a tender little thing in the tiny kitten's palms, “Go see if Hayul is awake, Hyung wants to scent his two favorite boys.”
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Jimin and fashion were a love story better than the Notebook.
And Twilight, apparently.
While Jungkook didn't particularly understand the pop culture or the world of the young, he could see that the little Omega had gone from interchanging between the same five fluffy sweaters that he'd brought from the Emporium to having an overflowing wardrobe at the ready to give the Alpha several nosebleeds and boners.
Even then he whined about having nothing to wear for his garden dates with Hayul and shopping and dinner dates with Jungkook.
Yes, in Jungkook's head, they were definitely dates. He was in his delulu era, and he was going to die on this hill. See. He could be pop culture savvy too!
Anyways, back to the situation at hand.
Jimin was being extremely secretive about his dress for Minji's upcoming wedding. Now usually, Jungkook would be an oblivious fool and not care much for it, but because it was Jimin, the Alpha was more than a little curious. Mostly because he didn't want to die from stupefaction, God forbid.
Jungkook and Hayul were going to match their suits and the color theme was going to be blue, as announced by the little Omega. Jungkook rolled with it and had a custom suit made for the toddling little heathen.
It was all well and good, the Alpha was content with letting Jimin handle all things fashion and color themes and whatnot. He neither had the brains for it nor the patience.
So, tell him, why in the seven hells was his heart beating in his goddamn ears and eyes at the first glimpse of Jimin’s dress?
Jungkook did not know anything about fashion, and yet he could not help but appreciate the delicate white blouse on the little Omega’s beautifully sculpted upper body and the high-waisted blue skirt that was patterned with flowers. A slit at the knee had Jungkook hyperventilating internally.
The Alpha reckoned he should have some dignity and shame, but acting like a drooling knothead idiot in love was something he couldn't control even if he tried.
And he did try. Goddammit.
Jimin was timid when he fully emerged from his room, the tips of his cat ears were folded shyly and he only glanced up at the gaping Alpha through his lashes. Jungkook swallowed as he neared, noticing the cutting tension between them and with it the cat hybrid's enchanting beauty.
“These…are for you,” Jungkook presented the bouquet to the kitten, eyes shamelessly unblinking, “You said yellow or red, so I got both.”
Their hands touched when Jimin accepted it and woohoo, hah, what was this weird electricity?! Was the Omega emitting currents now?
“Um, okay, thank you. They're beautiful,” Jimin beamed down at the flowers, cheeks tinted pinker as he buried his nose into the bouquet. “Aren't you…going to say something?” Jungkook said nothing, but the lovesick tender look on his face said everything. “Hyung?” Jimin craned his neck with a concerned pout and Godfuckingdammit, the Alpha all but surrendered to the flood of tenderness in his heart.
“I'm sorry,” Jungkook stepped forward with the intent to touch, to caress his blushed cheeks and maybe finally kiss those luscious lips, “You look so beautiful, it's messing with my head.”
“Yeah?” Jimin mumbled, looking down shyly.
“Yeah,” Jungkook sighed, raising his hand to brush the Omega’s blonde hair away from his eyes.
Jimin giggled, and took a step back, “Want me to give you a turn? The skirt twirls so cutely,” He offered and didn't wait for Jungkook to neither accept it nor deny it, not that he ever could. The little Omega loved turning and twirling on his toes in front of the mirror and Jungkook loved watching him. “Did you see?” He asked, coming to a graceful halt.
“Yeah,” Jungkook wheezed, only just remembering that he needed to fucking breathe to be alive, “Yeah, I did. Come here,” He said softly, extending his hand to the boy.
Jimin took it, and Jungkook pulled him in just to look at him again—to commit his beauty to memory: the big brown eyes, the fluttering pink cat ears, that button nose, perpetually rosy cheeks, and pink and glossed lips.
Yeah, he was going off about it in his head. Off the rails and manic because of one beautiful kitten who perhaps understood his affections very little.
Jungkook obviously had a death wish with the way his brain zeroed in on the feeling of Jimin’s small hands placed on his chest. He should let go, lest his lust reared its ugly head to ravage the little Omega in his prettiness, but Jimin was so content in his arms that Jungkook didn't mind suffering a tad bit.
“Nice tie,” Jimin hummed, fiddling with the carefully tied knot. It was the same color as his dress, after all.
“Only the tie?”
“Hyung also looks very handsome,” He said in a small voice, shy and rosy, fuck, fuck, fuck, “But Hyung always looks handsome,” Jungkook blinked, suddenly feeling extremely hot in his face and ears and practically everywhere Jimin’s body was touching him. “Oh, do you think I should…wear a hat?”
“Do you want to wear a hat?” Jungkook hummed, thankful that Jimin had the same attention span as Hayul sometimes.
The Omega frowned in answer, looking away to think for a second. “No,” He decided, “It doesn't go well with my dress and I did my hair.”
Jungkook hummed again, backing away to survey the Omega because Jimin loved to be looked at and Jungkook loved looking at him. Win-win.
“Okay, then don't,”
Jimin nodded, tearing himself away from Jungkook to show him something, “But I got this matching coat, so um, I'm not showing too much skin,” He held up a blue coat on his body, “Do you prefer me with the coat, or without the coat?”
The Alpha didn't have much brain capacity at the moment for obvious reasons, but Jimin's unwavering concern about showing his cat ears and even the littlest of skin to others was making his blood heat up pretty quickly. But he reeled in his rages in favor of the little kitten. The boy deserved to experience and enjoy the festivities of his Noona's big day.
“I prefer you without the coat….and clothes.” Jungkook grinned shamelessly, absolutely adoring the way the Omega blinked at him before the words registered. He was turning a raging shade of pink, then.
“Hyung, you can't say things like that.”
“Why not?” Jungkook flirted, voice soft and titillating, and though the question was rhetorical, the Alpha could not wait to hear Jimin's answer.
“Because I get shy and very warm in my cheeks and my stomach feels funny.” He whined, getting shy and very warm in his cheeks indeed.
Jungkook laughed, much to Jimin's pink-cheeked displeasure. The boy could not be more endearing but Jungkook didn't want to challenge the universe. The Alpha always lost, and Jimin could definitely be more endearing with his touching curiosity.
“Wear it if you want to, don't wear it if you don't want to,” Jungkook said softly, but he met the little Omega's gaze with a fierce determination, “Either way, I'll make sure no one looks at you without meeting my eyes first.”
Jimin broke into a smile, and nodded, tucking a stray strand of blonde behind his human ear while his ruddy cat ears swirled with delight. And Jungkook should put his big boy pants on right about now, the moment was ripe for the taking. The little Omega looked like he was waiting, glancing up at the Alpha’s lips through his lashes.
All Jungkook needed to do was dip his head and steal a kiss. How hard could it be? Jimin was waiting and he was eager, he even lifted his head up a bit, rubbing his glossed lips together with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Wake the little heathen. Let's go, mm?”
Jungkook was a coward.
And an absolute idiot.
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There was something so tenderly powerful about Jungkook walking into the wedding hall with Hayul in his arms and one of the most beautiful hybrid Omegas holding onto his sleeve.
The world halted, held its breath, and stuttered on its axis just to watch the magnificence of the towering Alpha who made himself small for the tiny gaping Omega that was taken by the big, shiny chandeliers and the big bouquets of flowers. Jimin had only seen such grandeur in movies.
Much like the rest of the crowd that had perhaps only dreamt of the kind of beauty that the Calico cat hybrid embodied.
Jimin was turning heads left and right, and as promised, Jungkook met the eyes of all the ones who itched for the boy's glimpse with steel in his gaze. No one was going to make the Omega uncomfortable on his watch.
Taehyung arrived with Seokjin on his arm, fashionably late as always. He gasped when his eyes fell on Jimin, all boisterous praises for the kitten while Seokjin eyed him with a tender scrutiny.
And though Jimin was extremely shy from the attention, Seokjin coaxed him out of his shell, and from behind Jungkook where he kept hiding. And lo and behold, only ten minutes later, they were best friends with much to talk about.
Hayul was fussy in his Appa's arms until Jimin took him and nuzzled his cheek to calm him. The effect was instantaneous. Jungkook would be jealous if he wasn't so endeared by his two favorite boys.
“You're in love with him,” Taehyung bumped into his shoulder, eyeing his blue tie that was the color of the Omega’s skirt. Matching only meant one thing in Korea, after all, “There is no other explanation for this.”
Jungkook said nothing. He stood and only watched Jimin get along with Seokjin and a few other Omegas who were close to Minji. They were all praise for his beauty and the little kitten only preened and muttered shy thank you's to them.
Jackson bumped into his other shoulder, one of his closest friends and confidante from every walk of life.
“Oh, you are down bad,” He teased, “Hell, everyone's down bad for him. Where'd you find him?”
Jungkook replayed the memory in his head and let out a lovesick sigh. “In a bush,” He said, “I found him in a bush.”
The evening passed with joy and laughter. Jimin had his own fan club of Omegas now because the Alphas were too afraid to so much as lift their gazes with Jungkook protectively hovering around him like a predator looking for prey.
Still, he had to walk Minji down the aisle so he called the kitten over from the horde of older Omegas who were taken by him. Hayul also seemed to be enjoying the attention as the only Alpha in the circle of their soothing pheromones.
Little casanova.
“Hyung is going to go walk Noona down the aisle, hm?”
Jimin beamed, cat ears buzzing with impatience. “Oh, I can't wait to see Noona’s dress!” He said, “And also eat cake. Does a wedding cake taste different from a normal cake?”
“Yeah, yep, definitely,” Jungkook did NOT know that, obviously, “You’ll be okay with Jin Hyung for a while?”
“Oh, yes, they're all so nice and they like Yulie and me,” He said with a big smile, pressing his cheek to Hayul's head affectionately, and God, Jungkook felt another coming of a heart attack.
“Hm, sit tight,” The Alpha smoothed a hand down his head, and Jimin’s cat ears flopped under his palm and grew with a playful sharpness again, “I'll come find you.”
And so, Jungkook went through the motions of walking his only living kin down the aisle. Minji was a vision in her wedding dress, and it was a comfort to him that she looked just like their mother. And of course, she spoke like their mother too, tender words of wisdom that struck the Alpha right where it mattered.
“You should settle down too,” She suggested, smiling towards where Jimin and Hayul sat waving at her, “Hayul needs a mother, and you need a companion. Not a caretaker,” Jungkook felt warm in his face suddenly, he felt warm a lot these days, “Marry for love this time, hm?”
“Hm,” Jungkook grunted, “I'll see what I can do.”
If it was up to Jungkook, he would marry the boy at Minji's wedding altar and take him home as his lawfully wedded Omega-wife. But it was too soon. Jimin was too young, and Jungkook did not want to rush him into making any choice. Under his charge, Jimin would always be free to do what he pleased.
But of course, many associated with the Jeon business and family would not take well to a cat hybrid. And word seemed to spread fast amongst Jungkook’s peers about a young Omega mothering his son.
Jimin was contently eating his cake while waiting for Jungkook when a very mean lady approached him with a sickly sweet smile. “So, you're the caretaker that's playing house with Jungkook-Sama,” Her eyes were sharp, and smile viciously teethy, “Hayul-Chan seems to adore you, how lovely!”
Jimin frowned and clutched Hayul tightly to his chest. She did not sound…sincere with her words and Jimin didn't like the way she eyed his cat ears with amusement.
“Suma,” Jungkook’s growl reverberated across the space between them. The Alpha was back, and he was going to tear his very lovely and always condescending Japanese associates’ throat.
“Oh, Jungkook-Sama,” She perked up, “I am most hurt you did not introduce us. He is so beautiful! Doesn't look like a caretaker at all.”
Jimin didn't like her lingering gaze so he stepped back and met the Alpha’s hard chest, endlessly thankful for his formidable presence.
“That's because he isn't,” Jungkook declared, circling his hand around the Omega’s back to rest at his waist.
“Oh?” Suma made a face, mockery dawdled in her piercing eyes.
“He will take my name soon,” The Alpha lifted his chin in challenge, “A little respect for the future bride of House Jeon would save you a lot of grief.”
It was at that that her snobby expression faltered. Jimin only pinked, pressing his nose into Hayul's head to hide his deepening blush.
“Your...bride?”
“Hm,” Jungkook's chest rumbled as he slid his hand up the curve of the Omega’s hip, “Mine.” He growled, and Suma, though a colossal bitch at times, was smart enough to leave it at that.