Oh honey, you thought that would work on me? (Patreon)

Jimin is a bratty, spoiled omega.

Jeongguk hates bratty, spoiled omegas.

It was never a problem until their school became more progressive and decided that omegas and alphas sports teams should be mixed instead of separated. Which meant Jeongguk had to deal with Jimin in his soccer team.

And yes, Jimin is good. But he’s so mouthy about it. Not to mention, all the other alpha’s on the team thirst over Jimin in the least subtle way, and Jimin loves the attention.

He flaunts, dresses out way too sensually for the fucking changing rooms, spreads his pheromones everywhere, makes all the alphas mouthwater over him.

Jeongguk has had enough of it. They’ve been playing worse this month and it’s all because Jimin is distracting the team. So he decides it’s time they have a heart to heart, him being the team captain and all.

“Park. We need to talk.”

He says, trying to be discreet so no one else hears. Jimin looks at him as he changes his shirt. It’s difficult not to let his eyes roam over his body, but he manages.

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Jimin asks, not caring about subtlety.

Some of their teammates laugh, and Jeongguk clenches his jaw.

“Outside, 2 minutes.”

He says. He walks out, waits for him against the wall.

It takes 15 minutes. Jeongguk hates that Jimin doesn’t listen. He keeps checking his watch, more and more pissed with each passing second.

Worse is that Jimin comes walking out with the biggest smile on his face, laughing about something as he waves another teammate goodbye.

Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek and grabs Jimin’s wrist, maybe a bit harsher than he needs to.

Jimin looks at him, tilts his head in that playful way that gets under Jeongguk’s skin.

“What is it? Your scent is making my nose itch.”

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, me and the rest of the team were having fun, something you must find strange.”

Jeongguk huffs out a breath.

“We lost the game. There’s no time for fun.”

Jimin snorts and frees himself from Jeongguk’s grip, leans back against the wall, crosses his arms.

“So, what do you want? My number? A quickie?”

“No.” Jeongguk stresses. “I need you to stop flaunting. The whole team is distracted because of you.”

Jimin raises a brow.

“Flaunting? When did I do that?”

“You always flaunt.” Jeongguk argues. “You always undress and make everyone stare.”

“You mean change. I change clothes, just like everyone else.”

“It's not just like everyone else when you release pheromones all over the place.”

Jimin's eyebrows raise and his jaw drops slightly.

“Have you ever considered it’s because there are 8 alpha’s on the team that release their scent everywhere, and my pheromones just happen to react to that?”

Actually no, Jeongguk hadn’t considered that. He’s used to alpha pheromones because that’s what it’s always been like before the omegas joined the team. That’s what he considers normal.

“Maybe you should talk to your other teammates and tell them to stop ogling my ass every other second.”

Jimin says, leaning in a bit closer.

Jeongguk grinds his teeth together.

“Maybe you should stop bending over when you take off your pants.”

Jimin’s eyes glint, a smirk tugging on his lips.

“So you watch me when I change?”

Fuck.

“Of course not.” He burns up under Jimin's gaze. “Just heard you always do that from the others.”

“Sure.” Jimin nods, pushing himself off the wall. “Are we done?”

“Not yet.”

“Well, I am, so unless you have an actual point to make..”

Jimin starts walking away, and Jeongguk’s alpha goes insane, so much so that he snaps.

“Get back here.”

His alpha voice surprises him. It’s the very first time he’s used it.

Jimin halts, his body shudders, but he doesn’t submit. Instead he just grants Jeongguk a look over his shoulder, a smirk on his full lips.

“Oh honey, you thought that would work on me?”

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