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Summary:

Every year, Jimin looks forward to his favourite holiday - Christmas. Except this year, his company made changes to their Secret Santa tradition and only the alphas get to pick names. Guess who picked Jimin's name and made his Christmas night unholy?

Notes:

This fic was inspired by my own company's secret santa but of course, I changed it to fit the jikook narrative :)
This is your typical office workers enemies to lovers where one just dislikes the other's guts but eventually falls in love.
Just a short pwp but I hope you like it :)

 

as always: don't like, don't read!

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Jimin looks forward to every Christmas at work. It's his favourite holiday. The best time of the year and the most fun he could ever get from his daunting routine work of living behind computer screens for atleast eight hours everyday and stuck in his office cubicle doing paperwork and mundane life of checking in with his clients. So Christmas is his only escape and is the only time that he comes alive, apart from his birthday, because every year, the company assigns activities for the entire team in the form of secret santa.

Last year, they organized a three day party where the Secret Santa has to get: something small, something delicious and something sweet for their receivers. Jimin ended up getting a small little snow globe with a mini Santa Clause and reindeer as his something small, artisanal vanilla cream puffs as his something delicious and a date with a really kind alpha (read: secret santa) from the finance department who treated him to a nice dinner at a michelin restaurant. 

Jimin can never forget the butterflies he had that night with the alpha. It's been awhile since someone had managed to make him all jittery and happy but he knew it was just in the fun of company holiday spirit but nonetheless, they got along well, shared silly stories but neither made a move on the other after the occasion even when Jimin had clearly shown how interested he was. Jimin was slightly upset that the alpha had no interest in him so he got over it.

Snow has already covered the main streets in it's cold frost and the temperature is slowly decreasing by the day, getting chilly and Jimin tugs his coat closer as he walks towards his office building. He's already thinking about the different presents to get, assuming that the same tradition would continue this year. He's been looking around for gifts and places to eat over the weekends just to get a rough idea so he could surprise his secret santa.

That all ends when Jimin finally steps into his office.

Jimin works under the marketing department so he shares the room with nine other intellectual people; five alphas and five omegas, including him. They're all separated by their own office cubicles where both sub-genders are seated at their own sides.

"Did you guys hear about the upcoming Christmas plan?" One of the alphas but also the leader of the department, Haejae, spoke up from the back, rolling his chair away from his desk to stand and face the rest.

Jimin's cubicle is already facing the alphas side but he barely manages to sit yet when the conversation begins. Uneasiness spreads across his chest as he notices the smug smiles on each of their faces.

"What is it?" One of the omegas asks in curiousity.

"Boss had decided that this year, the secret santa will be done per individual department." The other alphas cheer and Jimin feels even more anxious this time. "But here's the twist; only alphas will be picking the names, which means you guys—" He continues, pointing to every omega in the room. "—are gonna get presents from us."

While the other omegas are thrilled with the little idea since it's similar to courting, except for the fact that it's randomized, Jimin on the other hand, is a little horrified. Firstly because he's attracted to none of the alphas in this room, zero, and secondly because the chances of a certain someone picking his name is also high. A certain someone being Jeon Jeongguk.

The man is a living nightmare. Jimin doesn't get why he's always so annoying and all up in his business. He seems to find it entertaining teasing Jimin to no end. It's exhausting how many times Jimin has to put up with him in a single day. Never letting him breathe whenever they're working and always having some snarky comments just to spite him during meetings. Jimin can't catch a break everytime he's here.

"You upset, Park?" Jeongguk teases, sticking a tongue in between his teeth as he catches Jimin's pokerface expression.

Speak of the devil.

"The only one upset here would be you when an omega actually declines your gift after finding out that it's you." Jimin scoffs, clicking away on his desktop as he sorts through his work. Well of course Jimin is upset. The omegas don't even have a chance to participate in the activity but to just wait like sitting ducks. It's not fair. Why do they have to change the tradition?

"Aww, darling. I'll make sure to pick your name." Jimin hears him laugh from across the room and he shoots a piercing glare at the man, only for Jeongguk to return it with a wink and smirk. If Jimin had superpowers, he'd make the coffee on Jeongguk's table spill on his crotch. 

"Oh and one more thing!" Haejae speaks up again. "This year's Christmas decorations will be done by none other than Jeongguk and Jimin!" He claps his hands as if it's such a ceremonious announcement.

Fuck!

"Before either of you decline, let me remind everyone that the festive season is approaching and it's all about giving, yeah? So I want you both to give alot of love to each other, be kind and let's just enjoy a merry Christmas ok? And please stop the unnecessary bickering."

"Perfect!" Jeongguk accepts it easily, kicking his feet up on the table, crossing over the ankles as he leans back in his chair, hands behind his head. Jimin knows he's definitely staring at him but he's not going to satisfy him by exchanging looks.

All about giving, huh? It seems like Jimin has to give away his soul this year. What did he do in the past to be on Santa's naughty list that he has to pair up with the one person he hates most? On top of that, he knows this is just more work on his plate because God forbids Jeon Jeongguk actually has a kind heart to actually help with the decorations. They know damn well Jimin's going to be taking most of the workload. It's about to be one hell of a Christmas this year. 

"Try not to rip him to shreds." The omega beside Jimin whispers, giving a thumbs up and an encouraging smile. 

It's no surprise that the omegas are aware of how Jimin gets teased by Jeongguk all the damn time. They would say he's probably jealous of Jimin because he's a hardworking staff and gets commended often or that he probably has a small crush on him but Jimin can see neither of that. He just sees Jeongguk as a big bully, literally since the man is twice his size, and has it out to get him.

 

"Alright princess, what's the plan here?"

The most god-awful question right now because Jimin has not a single plan on how he should decorate their office. Not really a decor person himself, he tends to lean towards a simple, minimalistic style. Initially, he considers just putting a Christmas tree in the corner, thinking it might do the trick. But then, he quickly remembers the last time they talked about "giving a lot of love," and he knows better than to make Haejae even more upset.

"Will you stop with the stupid nicknames, Jeon? It's already frustrating that I have to work with you." Jimin starts rummaging through the boxes on the table that Jeongguk carried in from their main storage room out front. Among the assorted items, he finds some bauble garlands and tinsel strips—perfect for hanging up at the glass windows, especially since there are already hooks in place. 

"Don't like the names?" Jeongguk walks closer to Jimin, who is trying his best to ignore whatever it is the other is going to say. "How about...love? Or pretty? Or baby?"

Jimin feels the weight of Jeongguk's intense stare from the side, but he's too absorbed in the task of sprucing up the office to care. He simply waves him off, instructing him to set up the faux Christmas tree instead. Jeongguk scoffs but doesn’t argue, opening up another box and pulling out the parts one by one, assembling them on the floor. Jimin watches him for a moment, already dreading the hassle of the Christmas tree setup. It's always a pain, so he figures letting Jeongguk handle it for a while might save him from hearing more of his sarcastic remarks.

Jimin grabs the bauble garlands, deciding it’s easier to tie them onto the hooks first before layering the shiny tinsel ones over. He drags a chair toward the window and climbs up, still having to tiptoe to reach the hooks. With a little stretch, he manages to tie the garlands securely, his focus solely on getting the job done.

"You've got a really nice ass." Jeongguk chuckles from behind, holding onto the chair just in case. 

"What the f—" Jimin turns around to find the alpha grinning widely as he looks up at him with his doe eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Thought you might need someone to spot you just in case you fall. You're already tiptoeing on the chair, it's dangerous. But anyway, it's a nice view from here. Can I squeeze your ass though?" 

"Fuck, no! You stay away from me, Jeon. Even if I fall, stay away!" Jimin feels his frustration building. It's ridiculous how Jeongguk has time to mess around, chatting and making snide comments when he should be focusing on setting up the damn Christmas tree. Jimin has absolutely no desire to stay any longer than he had planned. 

"Your words hurt me, Park. And to think that I genuinely care about you." Jeongguk clicks his tongue and shakes his head. 

"Just go back to your tree!"

The next two hours drag on in silence as Jimin continues to hang garlands on the windows, all the while aware of Jeongguk's eyes on him. The alpha watches intently, ready to spring into action if he even thinks Jimin might stumble. Jimin carefully steps onto the chair again, aligning the tinsel garlands into a neat, flowing wave of sparkle. A sense of pride bubbles up—he’s actually starting to feel a bit of Christmas spirit.

That is, until he looks over at the Christmas tree. It’s still only half-done, with just the lights wrapping around it, waiting for ornaments. 

"Thought we could hang them together." Jeongguk lifts up a candy cane ornament by his finger on each hand, gesturing one towards Jimin. He sighs in defeat and grabs it from Jeongguk's finger. Since this is the last thing they have to do, he's just going to be quickly done with it so he can go home. 

"Are you excited for secret santa?"

"There's nothing to be excited about. The omegas don't even get to participate in it. Yall alphas always ruin all the fun." Jimin doesn’t even spare Jeongguk a glance as he busies himself with finding the perfect placement for each ornament.

"Oh come on, it'll be sweet! You act as if alphas only think with their dicks. Pfft."

"Don't you?" Jimin raises an eyebrow at him.

"Well wouldn't you like to know, huh." Jeongguk wiggles his eyebrows and Jimin instantly grimaces, rolling his eyes and regretting he even said it. 

"I hope this Christmas brings me lots of presents but for you—I hope you get alot of help." Jimin is praying that the sarcasm will sting him but Jeongguk's expression only softens and a smile appears on his face. Thirty minutes passed and they are finally done completing the Christmas tree with Jeongguk's help of adding the star topper. Now it's time to light it up as a final test. Once Jeongguk flips the switch, the tree looks magical. The colourful lights giving the entire tree a glow, reflecting on the metallic baubles.

"It's beautiful." Jimin whispers as he coos at the sight of the stunning display.

"Just like you." Jeongguk's voice is soft but clearly audible and said with...sincerity almost. Jimin turns to face him, ready to add his comeback until he sees the way Jeongguk is admiring the tree, the bright lights reflecting in his eyes.

 

The next day at work, Jimin settles through his paperwork as per usual, eyes glued on the screen as he types his emails. But he can't help feeling like someone is staring at him the entire time. Everytime he looks up and scans the alphas, all of them are minding their own business. Jimin can't shake the feeling that it's probably Jeongguk. That morning, Haejae had commended the both of them for their hardwork on the decorations and as usual, Jeongguk has a smug tattooed on his face. Jimin can't help but rolled his eyes, considering all Jeongguk ever did was just the Christmas tree itself while the rest should've been Jimin's credit. 

"Just letting everyone know that we'll be picking names later for the secret santa! Oh, and details about it will be pasted on the noticeboard before the end of the day so you guys can know what to expect." Haejae says before everyone starts to leave the room for their lunch.

Jimin can hear the quiet murmurs of the omegas around him, their voices laced with curiosity as they take wild guesses about who might be picking them. He can already feel the knot tightening in his stomach, dreading the inevitable. As he stands up from his desk to excuse himself for lunch, a sudden jolt makes him stumble slightly—someone bumps into his shoulder, sending a jarring shock through him.

"I'm excited." Jeongguk whispers.

"Good for you, Jeon."

"Aww, baby." Jeongguk steps in front of Jimin, walking backwards as he speaks. "Don't be so pouty about it." 

Jimin hears Jeongguk's laughter fading as he steps out into the hallway, the sound of it grating on his nerves. Sometimes, Jimin thinks he might actually throw a punch or two at him, just to wipe that smug grin off his face. But he’s not stupid—he still needs the job, so maybe that’s a plan for another day, one when the stakes aren’t so high. Right now, all he wants is to stuff some food in his stomach and forget, even for a little while, about the looming dread of which alpha will be picking his name.

When he returns back to his desk, the other omegas are already there in their seats and the alphas side is...empty. They're probably doing the secret santa shit. Jimin groans internally as he sits back down. 

"Who do you think got your name?" The omega beside him, Ryuhei, asks sweetly. Jimin can sense his excitement from the day Haejae mentioned about the secret santa. "I hope Haejae picked mine. Is it too much to ask for a gift from him?" 

"You like him?" Jimin tries to sound interested, keeping his eyes on the screen. 

"A little bit, yeah. I think because he's the leader of our team so it makes him kinda cool. Who do you want to pick your name, Jimin?"

Nobody.

"I don't really care. Anyone but Jeongguk, I guess." Ryuhei hums in acknowledgement seeing as how Jimin doesn't seem to be in the mood for the conversation and shifts his attention to his own work instead.

Minutes later, the alphas return, their chests puffed out and wide grins spread across their faces as they exchange quiet whispers among themselves. Jimin watches them carefully, his gaze flicking from one to the next. But then again, they are alphas—arrogant by nature, and small things like this always send their egos soaring. They’re terrible at hiding their emotions, and judging by the way they’re all smiling, it’s clear they’re pleased with whatever just happened.

Jimin silently prays he’ll get Haejae, the leader, since that would at least mean some semblance of control over the situation. Or anyone else, really—just not that particular person. The thought of spending Christmas with him makes Jimin’s stomach twist in disgust. But Jimin is more interested about the details of the secret santa. Will they stick to the same ones as last year or is it entirely new?

Jimin throws himself into his work, trying to distract himself from the nagging worry about which alpha will be his Secret Santa. But every time he looks up, he catches a few alphas staring at him, whispering quietly.

"What?" Jimin's annoyance is visible in his tone. But the other men just brush it off and chuckle among themselves. Silly boys. 

Thankfully, Jimin's shift is nearly over. Haejae walks back from the printer room, a piece of paper in hand, and pins it to the noticeboard—definitely the details for the Secret Santa. A few of them gather around, reading the paper, nodding, and humming in approval. Jimin fights the urge to rush over right then and there. He knows he needs to finish his work first, to avoid getting even more distracted. He keeps his head down, determined to wrap things up quickly.

"I hope you guys will be happy with this year's secret santa planning. I'll be going off now, see you guys tomorrow!" Everyone mutters their goodbye as Haejae picks up his bag and leaves the office. 

Ryuhei comes back to his seat, very pleased after reading the notice and urges Jimin to do the same as well. "I think you'll like this year's planning. Well, at least I do. I'm so looking forward!"

Jimin wishes he has the same excitement and thrill but he is so not looking forward, so uncertain of what's to unveil in the coming days for him. With a few more taps and clicks of the mouse, Jimin finally logs out of his desktop and starts packing for home. He drags his feet with hesitance towards the noticeboard and there written in black italics with a Christmas theme border and icons across the paper:

- Your secret santa will treat you to breakfast at work

- Your secret santa will reveal the things they like about you in a handwritten letter

- Your secret santa will plan a surprise for you on Christmas 

 

Oh boy.

Jimin's not feeling it with the "surprise". What if he has a bad time? That's not going to end well. He huffs out a sigh and just at the right time, he sees someone walking up to him from the corner of his eye. There's no doubt the voice belongs to Jeongguk.

"Told you—"

"Don't." Jimin holds up a finger in the air in front of his face, a firm tone with a serious expression. "Don't start right now." Jeongguk is taken aback, his eyes in bewilderment seeing as how the omega boldly interjects him. But he lets it be, not continuing what he wants to say and let Jimin walk out of the office silently. 

 

The next day, Jimin walks into work to find all the alphas already at their desks. They're almost never this punctual. Something’s different today, though—there’s an odd tension in the air. As he heads to his cubicle, he notices every omega’s desk has a breakfast spread. Right—Secret Santa starts today, with everyone treating their assigned person to breakfast. But there’s no way to tell who’s giving what.

Jimin takes a seat at his desk, his eyes landing on the hot coffee from his usual coffee spot, the egg mayo sandwich, and the vanilla cream puffs from his favorite bakery. It’s exactly what he would’ve chosen for himself—he didn’t even have time to grab his own breakfast today. Jimin feels a small flicker of appreciation. His Secret Santa must be pretty observant to know exactly what he likes.

Jimin glances over at the alphas’ side and catches Haejae’s gaze. The leader gives him a small, knowing smile. Is it him? Jimin thinks, a little too good to be true, but for now, he decides not to dwell on it. He takes a bite of his sandwich and sips his coffee, feeling the warmth settle in.

Mentally, Jimin gives his Secret Santa two points for knowing him so well. It eases some of his anxiety, the small act of kindness already making his morning feel a little brighter. For now, he’ll enjoy the breakfast—and maybe, just maybe, this Christmas won’t be as bad as he feared.

The following day, Jimin arrives at work to find a small white envelope on his desk, a little red heart stamped in the center. Ah, a handwritten letter for the second round of Secret Santa, but he's already swamped with back-to-back meetings. He tucks the envelope into his bag for later, deciding to read it when he has a spare moment. Ryuhei, however, is already holding his own letter, his eyes wide with excitement as he lets out an excited squeal, practically vibrating in his seat. His smile is the biggest Jimin has ever seen on that petite face.

"Someone must've complimented you very well for you to be giggling like a school girl." Jimin teases as he leans back in his chair. 

"I really can't tell who wrote this but Jimin, I think I'm already in love. He says I've got a kind heart and that I'm always helpful. And that he wishes he could get to know me better!" Ryuhei covers his face with the paper, feeling all shy over the simplest praises. 

"Well they're right about those things. You are kind and helpful. I hope this secret santa is the person you wish for."

"Aww, thanks Jimin. Have you read yours?" Ryuhei glances around Jimin's desk, trying to spot his letter. "Where's your letter?"

"I'll read it tonight. I've got too much things today so hopefully it'll be a good bedtime read." Jimin chuckles. 

By the time Jimin reaches home, he has long forgotten about the letter. Chucking his bag one side as he steps into his shower, scrubbing off the stress of work from his body and indulging in his scented candle that he had light up when he's doing his skincare. His mind is filled with the mountain of tasks that he has to deal with tomorrow at work and he's not looking forward already. He just wants to end the week quickly so he can have his me-time again.

"Shit, where's my lipbalm?" Jimin mutters to himself as he opens his vanity to search. But then he remembers he hasn't taken it out of the bag. "Oh right, the letter!" 

He retrieves the lipbalm and the envelope and hops on to bed, making himself comfortable under the blankets as he swipes the balm on his lips, all soft and moisturized. He carefully peels open the envelope and takes out a white paper. The alpha's handwriting is neat, so that's a good start. It means Jimin can read the words clearly and doesn't have to worry about figuring out the sentence.

Dear Jimin, 

Everytime I see you, you bring me happiness.

Your crescent eyes when you smile,

Your little pout when you're focusing at work,

Your beautiful voice everytime you speak,

I love all these about you.

Sometimes I wonder what is it like to be with you.

Maybe that's a bold thing to say but you piqued my interest

ever since you stepped into the department.

I hope you'll like my surprise for Christmas. 

It's all in the fun of getting to know you :)

 

- your secret santa

 

His omega is keen at the praises. It's been awhile since he's complimented in this manner and Jimin is over the moon already. He has not a single idea as to who the secret santa could be but Jimin will have to admit it, he's actually looking forward to the surprise and reveal. Tonight, Jimin goes to bed with a heart full of anticipation as he awaits the next day. 

Today is finally the eve of Christmas. It's snowy and much colder today. The streets are busy as usual in the morning but Jimin can feel the joyful cheers spreading through everyone. He walks into his office with a smile on his face, a coffee in his hand as he greets the others at their desks. Jimin puts down his hot drink and bag and when he finally sits down, he notices a post it note taped at the bottom of his monitor. 

Check your email :)

"That's from your secret santa right? It was already there when I came in." Ryuhei says as he peers into Jimin's screen. 

"What's your surprise today then?" Jimin is undoubtedly in a good mood. After reading the letter last night and having a proper rest after, he actually can't wait to find out what his secret santa has prepared for him. So mysterious with the post it note. But Jimin's heart is doing a happy flip already.

"I have a dinner date!" Ryuhei lifts up a small card from his desk which read, I'll be waiting for you at the lobby. Dinner's on me. "I hope it's a fancy restaurant." He giggles. 

"It'll definitely be a good time." Jimin hovers his mouse over the email inbox, barely processing the dozens of unread messages. But then one catches his eye—an email from a five-star hotel in Gangnam. His heart skips a beat as he opens it, and his eyes widen in surprise when he reads the reservation details.

It’s for tomorrow, Christmas Day, a night’s stay in the grand suite.

What the actual fuck. Jimin quickly googles the hotel to get a better look at the grand suite. His breath catches as he scrolls through the photos. The room is massive. It looks more suited for a small family, with a dining room, a separate living area, and two bedrooms—one of them a master suite. There are even bathtubs in each room, and a small balcony with a view of the city. His heart starts to race, the thumping loud in his ears.

"So what did you get?"

"A hotel stay." 

 

Jimin doesn't know what to expect. He's both excited and nervous. Haejae seems like the more gentleman yet spontaneous type as well but could it really be him? On the positive side, at least he isn't spending his time at the hotel with a complete stranger. It's just someone from his department, he just doesn't know which. There isn’t much for him to pack anyway. He tosses a few clothes into his bag—nothing fancy, just enough for an overnight stay. Skincare, masks, and a few essentials go in next. The email didn’t mention any specific instructions, so he figures whatever he brings should be enough.

Jimin slides into the taxi that's waiting outside, his heart fluttering with nervous excitement. The butterflies in his stomach return, but this time, they feel different. He should probably be more anxious, but oddly enough, he feels a sense of calm.

He actually wants to spend a nice time with his Secret Santa—just talk and get to know them better. He recalls the words from the letter, how thoughtful and personal it was. If his Secret Santa had been so observant of him, maybe that meant something more. Maybe they liked him, or at least wanted to make him feel special.

When Jimin walks up to the reception, the receptionist hands him a keycard to the top floor. Room 127. Jimin could’ve asked right then and there about the reservation, but he decides to leave the mystery for later. He’s curious, and part of him wants to surprise himself when he finally meets his Secret Santa. Swiping the card, Jimin opens the door, only to be greeted by silence. The room is empty.

He steps inside, taking in the grand view. The suite is even more impressive up close—luxurious, with pristine white decor that feels almost too perfect. He steps into the master bedroom and sets down his bag. Was he actually here alone? Is this place all to himself? Jimin doesn't think much. It's better he takes a long, warm shower to calm his mind and nerves. Maybe he could pour himself a drink later and kick back. He arranges his clean clothes neatly on the bed and goes into the bathroom.

 

Jimin stands frozen in the bathroom doorway, his mind struggling to catch up with what he's seeing. His heart is pounding in his chest, not from excitement this time, but from shock and sheer disbelief. He’s completely at a loss for words, his breath hitching as he stares at the bed. There, lying casually with just a pair of jeans on, is none other than him. The alpha Jimin was dreading—the one he had hoped to avoid spending time with. And yet here he is, half-naked and lounging as if this was all perfectly normal.

Jimin is still in his bathrobe, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He briefly wonders if he should take another shower, maybe lock himself in the bathroom, and hope that when he comes out, everything will have magically returned to normal.

"You can keep staring and blinking, but that won't make me disappear." The doe eyed man speaks. 

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jimin hisses, hands balled up in fists.

"That's a rude way of saying thank you but I'll let it pass. Why don't you make yourself comfortable here—" Jeongguk pats the empty space beside him on the bed. "and we can talk about it, hm?"

Jimin scoffs and rolls his eyes. "You really think I'd be comfortable in a room with you let alone sitting on the bed beside you? Keep dreaming, Jeon."

"Oh? Were you not going to make yourself comfortable tonight? Isn't that why you took a shower, probably to slip into these short shorts and—" Jungkook lets out a smirk as he tangle the black lace panty on his finger and twirling it around. "This pretty little thing here?"

Fuck, Jimin had forgotten he laid out his clothes! How embarrassing! His face flushes in red as he hastily climbs up the bed, trying to snatch it back. Of course Jeongguk finds it amusing, laughing like a stupid jock and pulling his hand away whenever Jimin tried to grab it. Without knowing, Jimin had ended up on his lap while reaching for his delicate fabric. 

"Give it back, Jeon!"

"Hmm.. But I kinda wanna see you without it."

Jimin gasps loudly. "You fucking pervert!" Jimin quickly snatches away his panty and tries to make a run for it when Jeongguk's strong arms pull him back into an embrace, hugging back to chest. Jimin is practically sitting on the man and he's suddenly feeling the warmth rushing through his body. 

"Wait, stop moving." Jimin ignores him and tries to struggle his way out of the hug. He can definitely feel the bulge underneath him and he's desperately trying to get away before his omega starts having ideas. "Stop moving, baby, wait."

"Not your—baby! What the fuck are you doing?!" Jimin feels Jeongguk sniffing him out from the side of his neck, confused with the alpha's action. Suddenly, he chuckles. 

"Are you crazy now? Why are you laughing?"

"That's weird. You don't have your blockers on. I don't have mine because I know I'm meeting you. But the fact that you don't, means you're looking for a good time." Jeongguk trails his nose up and down his scent gland, taking in Jimin's caramel scent. "Am I right, sweetheart?" He whispers. 

Jimin almost loses his focus when the alpha's musky scent shrouds him. Shit, this isn't what he was expecting. He frantically gets away from the alpha, pushing his arms away with a grunt, taking his clothings with him and going back to the bathroom to change.

His omega is whimpering already. This is why it's important to wear scent blockers! If only Jeongguk had worn his! Jimin leans against the wall after getting dressed, his head still in a mess from trying to process everything that happened. How did his secret santa ended up being him? So Jeongguk wrote all those things about him? He's been observing Jimin then? Most importantly, why is his omega so attracted to him?! Jimin can't shake off the thought that he wants to jump his bones right there and then on Jeongguk when his chest and abs are exposed. Who knew he had such a godly body underneath? And that he smells soo intoxicating that a small part of Jimin wishes to scent him. Fuck, what a fucking Christmas this is turning out to be.

"Come on out, pup! You can't hide in the bathroom forever." He hears Jeongguk calling for him from outside. Jimin taps his face a few times before opening the door. Luckily, the alpha has got a top on but that doesn't stop Jimin's mind from thinking about his exposed body from earlier. Stop it, Jimin!

"I ordered room service."

Jimin’s eyes dart to Jungkook’s outstretched hand, his mind racing. He’s unsure whether to reach out, or just pull away entirely. Instead, he glares at the alpha, trying to summon some semblance of defiance. But the blush creeping up his neck and the heat in his chest betray him. His glare falters, and without another word, Jimin sharply turns his head and walks briskly toward the dining area. He can still feel the weight of Jungkook’s gaze on his back, and the faint chuckle that follows him only heightens the embarrassment pooling in his stomach.

Jeongguk did order room service and the spread looks appetizing that Jimin's stomach is grumbling at the sight of it. There's steak for each of them, mashed potatoes and some seasonal root vegetables. For dessert, he ordered a chocolate log cake with cream swirls and cherries on top.

"It's from their Christmas menu. Thought it would be fitting for the occasion anyway." Jeongguk pulls out a chair for Jimin from where he's already standing, looking at the food. He mumbles a soft thank you and takes a seat. For a moment, they eat in silence. Only the sounds of soft chewing and pleased hums are heard.

"Did you mean it—what you wrote in the letter? Or was that somehow something you googled, or picked up from a book, then forget I even asked." Jimin looks down on his plate, still feeling embarrassed to look at the alpha.

"Why do you ask? You catching feelings, Park?" Jeongguk's gaze is intense and piercing when Jimin looks up. It almost sends a shiver down his back with the way he says it, and Jimin just wants to slap his stupid smirk off. They're sitting across from each other but Jimin can still smell that lovely musk scent from his seat and his omega is trying to claw its way out. 

"Don't flatter yourself. It's just a simple question, Jeon. Are you so incapable of answering?"

"Well if you must know, I actually swapped with someone to get your name. So yes, I mean everything I wrote in that letter." Jeongguk says so like it's nothing to be flustered about and cuts a small slice of the chocolate cake for himself. 

Jimin on the other hand, is left in a daze hearing those words. He swapped to get Jimin, but why? Jimin had never expected someone like Jeongguk to be so...romantic with his words? The letter almost feel like it didn't come from him, because of how Jeongguk behaves around him. 

"Why? Why would you purposely want to be my secret santa? You're always an ass with me."

Jeongguk takes a small piece of cake in his mouth, nodding approvingly before taking another small piece to feed it to Jimin, who eats it after some hesitation. "Well isn't it obvious, Jimin? I like you, of course. There's no other reason for me to get your name just so I could buy your usual coffee and your favourite vanilla cream puffs that you always enjoyed every Friday. I've seen you snacking happily on them."

"So you've been observing me, huh. Creep." Jimin doesn't even know why he's playing hard to get when his omega is very interested right now. 

"How can I not? Have you seen yourself?" Jeongguk leans back in his chair, whistling as his hands create slow, deliberate motions through the air, tracing an invisible hourglass shape. "Call me whatever you want, but don't think I don't know about the way you've been secretly watching me too, babe." He picks up a glass to drink as he raises a brow at Jimin. 

"Huh?!" Jimin's cheeks are already pink and he can feel heat radiating off his face. "You must be dreaming."

"I have eyes around me. If I'm not the one catching you staring at me, the others will. Admit it, baby. You like me just a good amount." 

Jimin can't believe a word he's hearing. For one thing, they're true and Jimin hates it that Jeongguk was well aware of his behaviour to sneakily catch a glance at him during work. This isn't fair. He wasn't supposed to know. Jimin prays to the Moon Goddess above that an apocalypse would happen anytime so that he could run away from this conversation. But since that isn't happening, Jimin stands up instead and walks away, unable to utter a single word. Only embarrassment fills his expression and the pounding in his ears are getting louder. 

Just as he enters the bedroom, Jeongguk grabs one of his hand and pulls him hard towards his body. Jimin's hands instantly fall on Jeongguk's waist for support. They gaze at each other for a moment. Jimin's puppy eyes cooing at the sight of the alpha—strong features defined with a sharp jawline. Jeongguk's scent is stronger now and Jimin is slowly captivated by it.

"Don't you like me just a little too?" Jeongguk whispers, brushing the knuckles of his hands on Jimin's cheeks softly. 

"Why would I ever admit to such things?"

"Because I can be the best alpha you've always wanted." Jeongguk leans down to his cheek, gently scenting with the tip of his nose. "Tell me I'm not the only one that wants this."

"You're a fool." Jimin answers silently. Despite his words, his hands are already clutching hard on the sides of Jeongguk's shirt. His breath is shaky and his body is slowly submitting, his wolf taking control. 

"Am I really?" Jeongguk places a soft peck on the cheek before gently rubbing their noses together, his lips hovering over Jimin's. "Think my alpha likes you. Want you. You gonna deny him the attention?"

"Mhm." Jimin doesn't move despite what he says. He stays rooted on the ground, hands tight around the fabric he's gripping, heart beating so fast that he feels it's going to come out of his chest. No matter how much he tries to control his omega, it's no use. His wolf is more persistent and stubborn and is never wrong about their choices. 

Alpha...alpha...

Finally, Jimin listens to his omega and parts his lips, letting out a small sigh. It's an instant invitation and he feels Jeongguk's lips crashing into his like a tsunami, hungry to devour everything in its way. Jimin has never been kissed like this in his life. He has never felt so wanted before and Jeongguk is deepening their kiss without mercy, tongue licking everywhere and his hands grabbing at every part of his body. For a moment, he hears a low growl from the alpha. Everytime they pull away to catch their breath, they're pulled back in within a second. Their tongues gliding off one another before Jimin ends up with Jeongguk down his throat, guttural moans escaping his mouth. Jimin feels slick wetting his panty already and he knows he's fucked.

"Is that slick I smell? So wet for me, love?" Jeongguk traces his kisses down his jawline, hands squeezing on Jimin's ass, causing a moan to slip.

"Don't ask embarrassing questions, Jeon."

Jeongguk smiles and attaches his lips back on Jimin's as he walks him slowly to the edge of the bed. "Getting excited there, omega." Jimin feels his heart melting at the way Jeongguk calls him like he's already his. Jeongguk smiles in the kiss when he feels Jimin's tiny hands sliding up against his abs under his shirt.

Sensing the tension, Jeongguk takes off his top, letting Jimin marvel at his physique. The omega doesn't hold back, his hands start to roam all across his chest, scraping his nails against the skin as he sighs into the kiss. Nose bumping and teeth hitting, eager to lick one another. Jimin breaks the kiss to scent Jeongguk's neck, licking the scent gland and kissing over it. The alpha is enjoying and loving the way Jimin's wolf is showing his affection. Suddenly, he lets out a soft wince when Jimin nips furiously at his tender skin. 

"Easy, baby.." Jeongguk rubs a hand down Jimin's back. But Jimin is way too lost in the craze, the alpha's delicious scent and the tension rising between them.

"Sorry, my omega kinda likes you right now." Jimin continues to lick around his column, before moving all the way up to meet Jeongguk in another kiss again. He's right, his omega is driving him crazy. It's lavishing in the alpha's attention and all he hears in his head is a tiny whisper saying, more, more, more!

"Is that so? What else does your omega want, hm?" Jeongguk asks softly as he cups Jimin's small face with both hands, kissing his nose. 

"Want more.."

"Need you to be specific, love." 

"Want..." Jimin hesitates, too shy to speak his mind but Jeongguk's gaze is encouraging, like he's willing to give and he's just waiting for Jimin to use his words. "Want you inside me."

Jeongguk kisses him once more before telling Jimin to turn around and kneel on the edge of the bed. Jimin rests his elbows on the mattress, hearing the sounds of pants unzipping behind him. A moment later, he feels the alpha's large hands caressing his perfectly shaped bum before his shorts are pulled down to his knees. 

"Always knew your ass is a great view." Jeongguk chuckles, pressing kisses below his spine.

"Shut up." That's all Jimin could manage to say when his breath hitches as Jeongguk rubs down his front over his panty. He gathers the fabric on Jimin's ass and brings it to the middle, licking the cheeks.

"I could overdose on your scent, Jimin. Fuck... you smell so good." Jeongguk is high on the scent of the omega's slick, so sweet and it ignites something deep in the alpha. He presses his bulge against Jimin's ass, letting him feel his hardness and Jimin gasps. "I'll try to be gentle but my alpha.." Jeongguk clicks his tongue. "He's not too patient right now."

"I don't care." Jimin whines. 

Jeongguk leaves another kiss on his ass before pulling down the slick coated panty and the delicious smell almost knocks his breath out of his lungs. He dives down immediately, licking at the shiny liquid that's dripping down the perineum. Jimin instantly moans out loud at the touch of a warm tongue licking on him. He lets out a shaky moan when Jeongguk teases at his rim. Jeongguk squeezes on the cheeks, forming red indents of his fingers, feeling absolutely delirious as he continues to lick around the tight hole. 

"Spread for me, baby." Jimin does as he's told. His face leaning against the side as his hands stretched behind to hold his cheeks wide. Jimin's mind is spinning from the burning desire to have the alpha's cock in him. Whatever his omega wants, he'll give in to it. "Fuck yes, so beautiful. Your tight little hole just gaping so cutely, waiting for my cock. Isn't that right?" Jimin only whimpers.

Jeongguk begins stretching him with two fingers since Jimin is already lubed well from his slick, circling them against the muscle. The moment Jeongguk thrusts his fingers in and out, Jimin is already losing it, writhing under his touch and feeling sensitive. Jimin hasn't been touched and satisfied like this in so long that his cock is leaking so much precum and twitching from the excitement. Jeongguk squeezes in a third finger, thrusting deeper to hit his prostate again and again and that had Jimin crying out and releasing his warm cum instantaneously onto the sheets. Jimin fumbles a hand to search for Jeongguk's, getting him to slow down after his release.

"Aww, my little baby's so sensitive that he came from just my fingers." Jeongguk pulls out, bending down to kiss the gaping hole as Jimin pants into the sheets, hands limp beside him. "You okay? Do you still wanna do this? Last chance for you to back out, Park."

"Wanna—wanna ride you." Jimin speaks after composing himself.

Jeongguk raises an eyebrow from behind, unsure where Jimin gets his confidence from but he doesn't reject it. "Let's see how sexy you are on top of me."

Jeongguk gets on the bed, leaning against the pillows as he helps Jimin on his lap. He licks his lips as he stares at Jimin getting comfortable, wrapping his arms around Jeongguk's neck as he frots against the other. The way Jimin rolls his hips so fluidly sends Jeongguk into another dimension as he closes his eyes to take in the sensation. It's not like he hasn't experienced this before but with Jimin, it almost feels like his first time. 

"Sweetheart, are you always this sexy?" Jeongguk whispers into Jimin's ears who is too engrossed in moving his hips and grunting softly. 

"You haven't seen sexy yet." 

"Fuck Jimin... You don't know what your words do to me." 

Jimin meets his eyes as he leans back, and Jeongguk is hungry. His facial expression is that of a predator, ready to pounce and his omega is loving the sight of it. There's a low growl from the alpha when Jimin positions himself over Jeongguk's leaking cock. It's already hard and Jimin feels the warmth of it when he grabs to align it at his slicked hole. He watches Jeongguk's face carefully as he pushes in the tip, a smirk on his face when Jeongguk furrows his eyebrows and groans. Carefully, Jimin sits down on his length, feeling so full that it instantly gets him panting. 

"Oh my god, Jeongguk..." 

"That feels good for you, baby?"

Jimin bites down on his lower lip, tilting his head up towards the ceiling and hands placed behind on Jeongguk's knees as he starts to move slowly. He stifles back his moans as he increases his speed. Shit, his omega is loving this too much. In the silence between their breathy moans, the sound of slick swishing around is prominently clear and Jimin can't help but feel abit embarrassed. How did he get so wet for someone he doesn't even want here? 

"Riding me—so fucking well, love." Jeongguk barely manages to speak, his mind fuzzy over Jimin's lean body and the way he works his hips.

Jimin places his hands forward on the alpha's chest as he rolls even deeper and harsher, trying to get to the base of his cock, swallowing the entire thing whole. He loves it. He loves driving Jeongguk crazy, looking so fucked out and powerless. This almost feels like a revenge, especially when Jeongguk has been on his nerves for most of the time and looking at him in this state—weak and blissed out, Jimin feels like he has the upper hand. 

Jeongguk grips the omega's waist, firm and steady as he helps with the movement. There's a smirk on his face as he licks his lips. His eyes brewing mischief at every passing second. He slowly moves both of Jimin's hands to his shoulders instead.

"Fasten your seatbelt, baby."

What is he talking about?

Before Jimin could process his thoughts, Jeongguk starts slamming his hips upwards, making Jimin fall forward and tightening his arms around Jeongguk's neck as he lets out a staccato of broken moans. The impact of it is harsh as if Jeongguk had read his mind about being a powerless alpha. Jeongguk is just going at it, thrust after thrust, his alpha losing control and swimming in lust, greedy to fill up Jimin's tight hole with his throbbing cock and making sure the omega is taking every inch of him as Jeongguk thrusts deeper, hitting his prostate. 

At some point, Jimin starts babbling in Jeongguk's ear but his sentences are messy that Jeongguk understood none of it. Jimin gives up trying to form coherent thoughts and lets his mouth wander on Jeongguk's neck, warm breaths over the skin until he starts kissing and licking at the skin, suckling even, in an attempt to be quiet. His omega is thoroughly satisfied with the way Jeongguk is making him feel—full, fucked and ready to cum again. 

"Jeongguk—Ah! Jeon—Jeongguk! Faster... faster!"

"Faster, you say? Shit, baby... Would've fucked you earlier had I known you're a sin in bed. Santa's not gonna be too happy seeing your name on his naughty list."

After a few more harsh thrusts and snaps of the hips, Jimin comes again, squirting out warm liquids between their bodies and just pooling below Jeongguk's chest. Jeongguk is at his limits as well when Jimin starts contracting his hole after the release and it only drives him further to the edge.

"Wanna cum in you—sweetheart, please—let me cum in you." Jeongguk's words are raspy as he tries to form his sentence. Jimin only lets out a hum in approval before feeling the warm sensation in him seconds after.

Jeongguk is filling him up. With his cum. Jimin has never let anyone do that outside of a relationship. Why is Jeongguk so special now? Jimin ignores his thoughts as he grinds gently, feeling Jeongguk's squeeze on his ass as he composes himself. 

"Jimin baby, stop—stop..." Jeongguk chuckles as he firmly grips Jimin's waist to stop him. "Stop or you'll make me hard again." He places a kiss on Jimin's cheek when he finally did. Jimin straightens his posture, eyeing the mess on both their bodies and Jeongguk is quick to offer tissues so they could clean up. It's just sex, right? At least that's what Jimin thought. But why is his omega refusing to get off him? 

"Why do you keep calling me that?" Jimin keeps his eyes down as he asks. He probably doesn't care much for his answer and is practically just stalling to calm his wolf. 

"Call you what?"

"The stupid nicknames." 

Jeongguk laughs, surprised at the question because it seems almost too random for Jimin to be asking of such. "Do you hate it?" 

"Well, I'm not yours." 

"Do you want to be?"

"Don't be stupid."

Jeongguk laughs again and smiles warmly at him, hands rubbing up and down Jimin's thighs softly. They stayed like that for a few minutes, not uttering a single word. There isn't a need to. Jeongguk knows what's happening but Jimin, however, doesn't. Or he probably doesn't want to acknowledge it yet. 

"I'm not complaining—if anything I'm loving it, but do you wanna..." Jeongguk gestures a hand to the side. "Like get off and take a shower or something?"

Oh right. Jimin's been sitting on his lap and Jeongguk's cock is already softening inside him. The moment he starts shifting to get off, his omega is already throwing a fit. Jeongguk senses his hesitation and scoffs. He bucks his hips up hard enough, causing Jimin to stumble forward on his chest and the alpha catches him in a tight embrace.

"If you wanna go again, just tell me, babe." 

"You wish!" Jimin pushes him away and climbs off his lap, making sure to clench his hole so that the cum wouldn't drip out and make a mess down his thighs. 

 

Jimin packs his stuff in his bag once he's all clean and changed. Jeongguk has no decency to put on a top, again, and sits on the bed under the blankets, scrolling away in his boxer shorts. Jimin keeps telling himself that this was a one-time thing. Just a strange, confusing event that shouldn’t mean anything more than it already does. It was a fluke, a slip of fate. A mistake, maybe, and they should most definitely not talk about it in the future. He tries to ignore the small, insistent voice deep inside, the one that whispers about how good it was. About how his omega craves it again. About how his body—his mind—seem to want Jeongguk even after everything.

He grabs his bag to head out to the other room but is immediately stopped by a voice from behind, annoyance clear in his tone.

"Where are you going? Come back here."

Jimin sighs, not bothering to turn and face him as he stops at the door. "We're not sleeping in the same bed, Jeon."

"Park Jimin. Come. Back. Here."

Jimin feels his stomach flip—maybe it's his omega reacting, rolling on its back—but his heart skips a beat when Jungkook calls for him with that commanding tone. It’s enough to send a jolt through his body, but Jimin shakes it off. No, he can't give in. This can’t happen again.

Jimin turns around this time, chin high as he answers the alpha firmly. "No." 

"Why are you so bratty after I put my cum in you?" Jeongguk clicks his tongue. Jimin feels the tips of his ears burning. Of all things that he could possibly say, did he really have to say that?! "You know I can smell you, Park. You're still excited and your omega is dying to come back to me." 

Jimin watches as Jungkook slowly gets off the bed and starts walking toward him. His mind screams at him to keep his eyes up, to not let them wander down to those solid rock abs, but it’s hard. Seriously, he needs to put a shirt on. Jimin instinctively takes a step back when Jungkook closes the distance, his heart racing.

"I know for a fact," Jeongguk smirks. "That if I touch you right now, you'd start getting wet again." Jimin scoffs in disbelief. The audacity for the alpha to say such things! "But I promise to keep my hands to myself. Unless you don't want me to. We can just talk. So come back to bed, please." 

Jimin ponders for a moment, thinking if this is even going to be a good idea. Well of course not! Jimin knows how his omega will react once they're in bed together.

"Fine. The moment you touch me, I'm sprinting out of here." Once again, Jimin fails and listens to his wolf instead. 

 

Jimin dreads going back to work, knowing that facing him again is inevitable. The thought of encountering Jungkook after everything that happened makes his stomach twist. Worse, Ryuhei will undoubtedly ask about his surprise hotel stay. Jimin isn’t eager to answer, especially not when he feels like he’s failed himself again. Why is he so weak for his enemy? The question eats at him. He should’ve been stronger, should’ve kept his distance, but instead, he let himself fall into it. Twice.

 Understandably, it was a good fuck the first time and let's just say when Jimin agreed to talk in bed, he ended up moaning Jeongguk's name instead. 

"Fucking alpha messing with my head." Jimin mutters under his breath, gently tapping his bottled water against his forehead as he walks into the company building. He’s not ready to face Jeongguk again—not yet. Every step toward the office feels like a weight on his shoulders. He drags his feet out of the elevator, dreading the moment he’ll have to walk through that door. After silently counting to three, Jimin opens the door and walks straight to his desk with a tunnel vision. 

Once Jimin settles into his chair, he carefully glances toward the alphas' side of the room. They're all present, except for Jeongguk. Huh. Jimin can't help but feel a small, almost petty sense of satisfaction. Maybe Jungkook called in sick. Maybe he couldn't face Jimin either. The thought makes a smirk tug at the corner of Jimin's lips, even though he quickly suppresses it.

"So how was your hotel stay?" Ryuhei whispers as he rolls his chair closer to Jimin. "Who was your santa?"

"It was alright. It was a good dinner." 

Ryuhei lowers his chin and Jimin can feel the coldness from his piercing eyes already. "And your santa...?"

Jimin sighs. "Well if you must know, it's—"

The office door swings open, and Jimin's gaze immediately snaps toward it. His stomach twists when he sees the alpha walking in with a girl—definitely an omega. Jimin can tell right away that she hasn’t bothered with blockers this morning. Her floral scent floods the room, thick and overpowering, instantly making Jimin feel a little nauseous. The girl is all smiles and giggles, touching Jeongguk's arm with bold gestures. Is Jungkook telling a joke? Was it so hilarious that she had to cover her mouth, giggle, and touch his shoulder like that? A flash of irritation surges through him and it irks him more than he wants to admit.

Who the fuck is she?

"Who the fuck is she?" Jimin mutters quietly and Ryuhei is left stunned at the profanity.

"J-Jimin... language..."

"Sorry, who the eff is she?"

Ryuhei blinks his eyes a few times, trying to understand why Jimin is suddenly worked up about seeing Jeongguk with another omega. "I..I don't know, I think she's new in the company. He's probably showing her around."

Jimin leans back in his chair, taking slow sips from his bottled water as he keeps his eyes on Jeongguk and the girl, watching their every interaction. He’s grateful he remembered to wear his scent blockers today, or else his own omega might have given away his frustration and sour scent. Jimin’s irritation simmers, but he tries to ignore it. Then, out of nowhere, Jeongguk locks eyes with him and sends a quick wink.

Jimin scoffs loudly, rolling his eyes, the action more out of reflex than anything else. He slams the bottle on his desk, the sharp sound drawing attention from his colleagues. He can feel their gazes, the subtle shift in the room as they all look between him and the pair. But Jimin couldn’t care less. He simply ignores the stares and turns his focus back to his work,

"Can I deduce from whatever this is, that he was your santa?" Ryuhei's question is met with a glare and he needs no further confirmation.

Later that afternoon, Jimin decides to stay in the office a little longer to catch up on some work. His deadlines are looming, and he wants to be free of the workload when the New Year rolls around—no more tasks hanging over his head, just time to shop, meet friends, and enjoy the holiday.

He’s sifting through the folders in the cupboard, carefully organizing the papers to file them away. But just as he reaches for another stack, he feels it—two hands suddenly rest on his waist, warm and solid.

"Hi, baby." 

"Oh fuck!" Jimin jumps at the sudden touch while Jeongguk is already resting his chin on his shoulder. "Jeongguk, you scared me!" 

Jeongguk wraps his arms around his waist tightly, nose scenting Jimin's neck and planting soft kisses on the side of it. As much as Jimin wants to let the alpha scent him, he needs to discipline himself and not be swooned so easily. Plus, this is a public space. He tries to unbuckle Jeongguk's strong hands but the alpha persisted. 

"What the fuck are you doing, Jeon? Let me go!" Jimin continues to turn his head away in an attempt to get Jeongguk to stop kissing. "Are you always this clingy after a good sex, huh? Did I ride you so well that I leave you wanting more?" 

Jeongguk chuckles softly in his ear. "You're getting a little too cocky there for someone who was a whiny brat asking to sit on my cock the second time." 

In that moment, Jimin prays a quicksand would appear beneath him and swallows him whole.

"Anyway," Jeongguk loosens his grip and retrieves a bag of food from his desk. Jimin recognizes the paperbag. It's from the cream puff store that he usually buys from. "Ryuhei told me you're stuck in the office and I didn't see you at lunch either so, perfect timing for me to give you these."

"Why?"

"Well because you haven't eaten."

"No, like why do you care?" Jimin feels something warm in his heart but he brushes it off, filing the papers one by one as he ignores his messy mind.

"You really wanna make this hard? Okay then. Why do you care when that omega touched me?"

Oh, he hit a nerve. Jimin spins around and retorts back without hesitation. "I do not!" His frown so prominent by the line in between his brows.

"Oh, sweetie, but you do. I can read your expressions when you're pissed, you know. And I can tell when you're lying." Jeongguk leans against a desk, arms folded and his expression soft. "So what is it? What was your wolf thinking?"

Jimin shoves back a folder into the cupboard before turning back to him. "Nothing." 

"Tell me what's on your mind, omega." 

Jeongguk's voice is gentle and delicate. It’s the kind of tone that could easily lull someone into lowering their guard. And just like that, Jimin feels his heartbeat quicken, his resolve cracking as his walls begin to crumble. He rolls up a few unwanted papers that are meant for the trash, staring at the other as he decides on his thoughts. Jeongguk only tilts his head with a smile, anticipating his response.

Eventually, Jimin walks up to him slowly, paper in his hand. With a swift movement, Jimin smacks Jeongguk’s chest with it, the sound sharp and surprising. Jeongguk's eyes widen for a split second, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected action.

"Ow!" But as always, Jeongguk laughs it off as he brings a hand to his chest. "Babe, what was that for?" Jimin rolls his eyes, because really, what was that for? It was a harmless conversation, just casual small talk between Jeongguk and the new omega—nothing to be jealous over. So why does Jimin feel this… irritation bubbling up inside him?

"Come here." Jeongguk extends his arm, a playful glint in his eyes, silently hoping Jimin will take his hand and step closer. Without missing a beat, he swats Jeongguk’s hand away with the rolled-up papers, a sharp motion that’s almost more out of instinct than actual frustration.

"I said, come here." He bends forward and reaches for Jimin's hand, slotting him in between his legs. Jimin doesn't even show any restraints and complies easily.

"Were you jealous, hm?" Jeongguk wraps his hands around Jimin’s waist. Jimin hates how easily his body fits into the alpha’s hold, like they were perfectly molded to cradle him.

"Not a chance."

"Then what are you pouting about?"

Jimin stares down on Jeongguk's lips and he's suddenly reminded of how soft they were on his, how his tongue made him feel and how Jeongguk always seem so hungry when they kiss. 

"Why'd you let her touch you..." Jimin mumbles quietly under his breath.

"Hmm...So you are jealous. Are you always like this after getting a good dick?" 

Jeongguk’s shameless mockery only fuels Jimin’s irritation further. With a frustrated growl, he takes the rolled-up paper and smacks it against Jeongguk’s chest again. But Jeongguk only laughs, the sound deep and carefree. He doesn’t even flinch at the hits, clearly amused by how easily he’s getting under Jimin’s skin. 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I promise," He cups Jimin's face in his hands and presses a firm kiss on his lips. "I'm all yours if you want me." 

Jimin darts his eyes back and forth at Jeongguk, a flood of warmth washing over him at the teasing words, and he knows—his omega knows. His omega craves the closeness, the attention, the chemistry they share. It's undeniable. Jimin knows his omega wants him. His body responds before he can even think about it, but his mind doesn’t want to give in. Not to Jeongguk, not to whatever this… thing is between them. 

"Do whatever you want, I don't care."

Jeongguk just smiles and kisses him once again before letting Jimin walk away. "Let's go to the New Years dinner together." 

"Whatever."

 

The next thing Jimin knows, he’s standing in line at a busy restaurant with Jeongguk and the rest of the team, waiting to be escorted to their table. It’s New Year’s Eve, and every restaurant is packed, but luckily, Haejae had managed to secure a reservation for the evening. Still, they need to wait a few more minutes until their table is ready. Jimin glances around, noticing that the other omegas are standing with their secret santas too, which makes the situation feel a little less awkward. At least it doesn’t look out of place that Jeongguk is standing next to him. 

"You smell amazing." Jeongguk stands closer to him, leaning forward to his ear as he whispers. "I could mark you up right here, right now." 

Jimin feels himself blushing at that remark and playfully punches the alpha's arm. "Can you stop being ridiculous just for a day?"

Maybe it’s the festive atmosphere, the holiday cheer filling the air, but Jimin finds himself relaxing more than he thought he would. Without thinking too much about it, he lets Jeongguk rub a hand down his back. It’s a simple gesture, but it’s soothing, grounding him in a way he wasn’t expecting. He doesn’t ask for it, but he finds himself appreciating the connection. That moment, however, is abruptly cut short when Jimin makes the mistake of looking over at Ryuhei. Their eyes meet, and in an instant, panic surges through Jimin. His face flushes, and without thinking, he pushes Jeongguk away with a quick hand to his chest, leaving the other confused.

When it’s time to head to their table, Jeongguk makes sure they’re sitting next to each other. He claims the spot at the outer edge of the table, positioning himself so he can easily turn to face Jimin and the rest of the group. Across from them, Ryuhei sits opposite Jimin. The moment their eyes meet, Jimin can tell—Ryuhei’s caught on. There’s a knowing glint in his eyes, and every now and then, he shoots them a smile, as if enjoying whatever silent tension is unfolding between the two of them. Jimin raises an eyebrow in a silent challenge, hoping to intimidate Ryuhei into dropping whatever thought he’s having. But Ryuhei isn’t fooled. 

"Oh by the way, Suhon will be joining us later. She's currently with the finance group for dinner but she said she'd like to join us as well." Haejae looks around the table and realizes there's an empty chair beside Ryuhei and decided that Suhon will be sitting there. Opposite of Jeongguk. 

Of course she's joining. Woo-fucking-hoo.

Jimin still has no idea what her position in the company is but he's not interested at all. He just wants to go through the night smoothly, with or without her. Then, Jimin feels Jeongguk massaging the back of his neck, kneading the muscles to relieve his tension. 

"Stop worrying." He mutters softly.

"Stop flattering yourself." 

"It's cute when you play pretend, baby." Jeongguk almost leans in, ready to plant a light, playful peck. But he suddenly remembers—they’re at the company dinner. Jimin, on the other hand, visibly stiffens. His eyes widen in horror, and he instinctively leans away.

Once their meals arrive, the table fills with cheerful clinks of glasses, everyone raising their drinks in a festive cheer. The atmosphere is lively, the holiday spirit palpable, but halfway through the dinner, Jimin’s nose twitches at a familiar floral scent. 

He looks up and sees Suhon walking in, her smile bright as she sets her bag down on the seat opposite Jeongguk. She moves around the table, greeting everyone with an easy charm, but Jimin can’t shake the feeling of irritation building in his chest as she approaches Jeongguk. Jimin watches her, almost helplessly, as her hand glides casually across the top of Jeongguk’s back, before returning to her seat.

Jimin is fuming and his scent is definitely pouring out slowly when he feels Jeongguk rubbing a hand on his thigh in an attempt to calm him. Jimin remains quiet throughout dinner as he tries to pay no mind to their conversations. Jeongguk this, Jeongguk that. The number of times Jimin had rolled his eyes is infinite and he’s sure his eyes will be permanently stuck in the back of his head.

"Jeongguk, will you come with me for a sec?" Suhon stands up from her seat, gesturing for Jeongguk to follow.

"Oh, yeah sure." 

Jimin is left alone at the table with his colleagues when Jeongguk walks off without saying a word or looking back at him. He’s frustrated, but he can’t pinpoint the exact cause. Is it because Jeongguk chose her, so easily, without hesitation? Or is it because he’s so irritated by his own feelings? They had been gone for almost thirty minutes and as much as Jimin hates to admit it, it's actually driving him crazy. Why are they gone for so long? Where did they go? What are they doing? 

Almost as if Jeongguk can hear the storm of thoughts in Jimin's head, he reappears with a wide smile, casually sliding back into the seat beside him. The instant Jimin catches a whiff of that overpowering floral scent, his stomach churns. It’s unmistakable. That’s her scent—lingering on Jeongguk like an unwanted reminder. Why is he smelling so strongly of her? When Jeongguk casually drapes his arm over the back of Jimin's chair, he flinches the second the scent hits him again.

"What?"

"You stink of her." Jimin spits out his words, making his anger known as he glares.

"Sorry, she was all over me just now." 

"She was what?!

Before Jeongguk can even open his mouth to explain himself, before Jimin can gather his thoughts or decide how he’s going to react, something in him snaps. He stands up abruptly and grabs Jeongguk’s hand, pulling him away from the table. He doesn’t care if his colleagues have noticed the sudden shift in the air. None of that matters right now. His omega is hurt, and Jimin knows that whatever is happening inside him, it’s not something he can keep hiding anymore.

They push past the crowd and head straight into the bathroom stall, Jimin locking the door behind them. Without a word, he pins Jeongguk against the wall, his small hands barely covering his chest, breathing heavily as he tries to regain control. Jimin keeps his head down, feeling his emotions swirl. The scent of her is still on Jeongguk, and it makes him burn with frustration.

"Jimin baby, do you wanna tell me what we're doing here?" Jeongguk is confused. Jimin's behaviour is uncalled for since it's unlike him. However, being in close proximity like this, the alpha can't help but feel a hot tingle in his crotch.

"Wanna— " Jimin starts to speak, but he's already blushing, his cheeks tinted with a soft pink. His puppy-like eyes, usually bright and alert, are now more droopy. "Wanna suck you off." 

Jeongguk gasps the moment Jimin starts unbuckling his pants, loosening the belt and unzipping it so smoothly that his pants and boxers are down to his ankles in a second. Jimin kneels down, eyeing the half hard cock on display and gently swirls his tongue around the tip, making Jeongguk groan at the sensation. 

"Fuck Jimin... I thought I was just getting dinner for tonight. Didn't think I'd end up having your mouth on my cock." 

Jimin ignores the alpha. He just wants to focus on pleasuring him, making sure that he's giving Jimin the attention he wants for walking out on him earlier. He takes Jeongguk fully in his mouth, sucking and licking until the other has to cover his mouth to stifle his moans. He doesn't want to risk the people outside hearing their business. Jimin starts to get rough as if his frustrations took over. He strokes hard on the length, squeezing at the tip as the alpha writhe from his touch.

"Put it back in, baby. Let me fuck your mouth, ok?" Jimin does as he's told and Jeongguk starts thrusting slowly, hands on the sides of Jimin's head. "You look so fucking hot, shit... Taking me so well." 

Jimin is happy with the praises. Tears gathering at the corner of his eyes as he chokes on the thick cock, drooling from the sides as guttural moans leave him. He's feeling so satisfied, so fulfilled as he looks up at the alpha. Jeongguk's face twisted in frowns as he moves his hips, occasionally glancing down to look at him. 

"Baby, gonna cum.. Gonna cum in your mouth, fuck—!"

Jimin lets out a whine and he wants to speak up but he's caught with Jeongguk's warm release in his mouth, swallowing every drip of the alpha's seed and not letting it go to waste. He continues to suck on the tip until Jeongguk goes sensitive and tells him to stop. Jimin feels a little disappointed when he sees Jeongguk wearing his pants back on. He stays knelt down on the floor, looking up with puppy eyes once again. 

"Why'd you cum so fast?" There's a hint of confusion and sadness in his tone.

Jeongguk tilts his head in wonder as he zips his pants. "Sweetheart, stand up. Why are you still kneeling down? And what do you mean why?"

Jeongguk helps him up on his feet, scenting him immediately on his neck as he places a hand on the back of Jimin's head and the other on his waist. Jimin tugs on the alpha's jacket, trying to steady himself. Jeongguk is emitting soft pheromones to calm him down.

"Why'd you cum so fast?"

"Do you really expect me to hold my orgasm when you look so fucking hot with your mouth on my cock, huh? When you suck me so well with those pillow lips of yours, and expect me not to burst immediately?" Jeongguk chuckles as he kisses Jimin, tasting of himself on his lips. "You have no idea how much I wanna fuck you all the damn time." 

"Then do it." 

"What?"

"Fuck me here. Do it." Jimin starts unbuckling his own pants but Jeongguk is quick to stop him.

"Baby, I'm not gonna fuck you here." There's a serious tone in his voice. "What's going on? Why are you like this, hm?"

Jimin doesn’t answer. He stands still for a moment, desperately trying to sort through the chaos. How did it get to this point? His feelings are tangled in his chest, a constant tug-of-war he can’t seem to win. It’s exhausting—this battle with his wolf. It's the same struggle, the same gnawing tension. He knows he shouldn’t care, knows he should just let it go, but every time he pushes the feelings away, they come back, stronger than before.

"I'm sorry, I think my omega is overreacting." Jimin leaves the stall quickly, his feet shuffling out the door when Jeongguk takes his arm and makes an exit from the restaurant through the back. 

"I'm not letting you go," Jeongguk traps him in between his arms, against the railing. "Until you tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong, let's just go back to our dinner."

Jeongguk catches him in a deep kiss, one that's soft and passionate and leaves Jimin moaning instantly as he clutches onto him. He feels Jeongguk cupping his face with one hand as he licks into his mouth. 

"What's wrong, omega?" Jeongguk asks again softly the moment he pulls away. 

Jimin sighs softly, the weight of his emotions pressing down on him, and finally, he lets go. "Where did you go with her? Why did you reek of her?" 

Jeongguk smiles as he scrunches his nose. There’s something endearing about how Jimin tries to hide his feelings, the way his jealousy flickers beneath the surface. "We were just talking. She said she liked me so she got a little touchy and her scent just went a little wild." 

"And?"

"And....then I got an amazing blowjob from you." Jeongguk snickers.

"What did you say to her?" Jimin lets out a small, frustrated whine, his cheeks burning even more at Jeongguk’s teasing. Without thinking, he swats at Jeongguk’s chest. 

"Told her," Jeongguk speaks softly and slowly, his mouth light against Jimin's neck as he leaves a trail of kisses along his scent gland. "I wasn't interested. That I've got my eyes on a certain omega."

Jeongguk's scent hits him like a wave—musky and warm, with a hint of something primal that seems to seep into his very bones. "A very pretty omega. With a great ass. Plump lips and knows how to ride me." 

The alpha continues kissing his neck, nibbling at the skin lightly before he crashes their lips together again. Jimin is feeling blissful, not a single worry in his mind when he slips his tongue in to explore Jeongguk's mouth.

"But..." 

Jimin's ears perk up instinctively, like a dog hearing their favorite word—something inside him responding to the change in the air, the shift in Jeongguk’s tone.

"I don't know if said omega wants anything to do with me because he said I'm annoying and ridiculous but then proceeds to give me a great blowjob in the public stall."

Jimin's giggle bursts out, light and airy, the kind of laugh that dances in the air. It’s the first time Jeongguk has made him feel this carefree, this happy and it makes Jeongguk's heart skip. Unable to resist, Jeongguk leans in, his hand cupping Jimin's cheek as he presses his lips to his. And then, almost as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, Jimin says the words that surprise them both.

"I wanna be your mate."

Jeongguk pretends to gasp dramatically, his eyes widening with playful surprise. "Hmm... Wow, you wanna be my—" he pauses, glancing over at Jimin with a teasing smirk, "Wow. I might have to think about that first, huh?" He watches Jimin closely, enjoying how the omega’s expression shifts. Jimin’s lips press into a pout, clearly displeased by his teasing.

"Stupid alpha." Jimin huffs in frustration, pushing Jeongguk away with a small shove before turning on his heel and stomping off, his feet heavy on the floor with every step.

But Jeongguk’s quick. Faster than Jimin expects, he’s right there—arms wrapping around his waist from behind in a tight embrace, pulling him back in with a playful laugh, planting a series of quick, light kisses on his cheek.

"Baby, baby—I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" Jimin can’t stop the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips as he squirms in his hold. "Jimin baby, I'm kidding. Why are you so bratty, hm? Just because you had my cock in your mouth. Can't even stay still when I hug you."

Jimin turns around slowly, his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red from Jeongguk's teasing words still lingering in his mind. He slips his arms around Jeongguk’s neck, pulling himself closer, feeling the warmth of the alpha's presence. He gazes softly into those brown eyes, a warm smile appearing on his lips.

"I wanna be your mate." Jimin repeats gently.

"I'll court you properly. And we'll go on dates. Lots of sex too. Lots of it. When the time is right, I'll put my mark on you. How's that sound, hm?" Jeongguk kisses him again and again as he stares at the omega lovingly.

"Like I can't wait to be yours already."

Jeongguk nuzzles the tip of his nose on his scent gland, dragging it along the side of his neck before slowly pressing into his cheek and giving a soft peck. "I like you, Jimin."

"I like you too."