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It’s been a week since Jimin blatantly ignored his alpha voice, and just walked away.

Jeongguk has done nothing but obsess over it, a gnawing feeling inside every time they have soccer practice. Jimin seems to love his eyes on him, there’s that smug little smirk on his face that Jeongguk just wants to slap right off.

Even worse is that Jimin’s scent has been fucking him up. It’s different and it spikes at random times and it itches his nose.

He can’t take it any longer.

As soon as all their teammates are out of the changing room, he pushes Jimin against the lockers, closing him in with his arm next to his head.

Jimin’s eyes light up, he fucking loves to argue, relishes a fight.

“Still thinking about last week? I told you to get-“

“Your scent is off.”

He says, taking a deep breath. That signature sweetness omega’s usually have, it’s somehow not there, it’s sharper.

Something shifts in Jimin’s eyes, but he still chuckles like he’s in charge.

“Thanks for the heads up, but if you don’t mind-“

“It’s making the team uncomfortable.”

Jimin quirks a brow.

“Really? That’s funny, no one seems bothered except you.”

“I am the team captain. I hear everything, and they’re uncomfortable.”

It’s a lie, but Jimin doesn’t call him out, he just leans his foot back against the lockers behind him, crosses his arms.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?”

Jeongguk pokes his tongue in his cheek, the rich scent of amber filling his senses. It’s nice, like a rich whiskey. He wants to-

“I have to inspect your scent.”

Yeah. That’s a valid thing.

“Inspect my scent?”

Jeongguk nods.

“I have to make sure you’re not taking any performance enhancers for soccer.”

Jimin blinks a few times, then actually laughs.

“You’re not serious, since when do you get to inspect anyone’s scent? This is sexual harassment.”

“Please Park, there’s nothing sexual about it. Not every guy likes dick.”

Oh, that hit Jimin where it hurt. Jeongguk can smell the air spike, and sees that coldness in Jimin’s gaze.

“You’re not inspecting my scent.”

Jimin states, like that’s the end of it.

“You don’t have a choice, so, bare your neck for me.”

“I’m not baring my fucking neck, get the fuck off of me-“

Jimin pushes him back by his shoulder and Jeongguk’s alpha snaps, he just growls at Jimin, pushes him back against the lockers, even harder than before. Jimin growls back, pretty fangs showing.

Jeongguk just grabs his jaw, forcefully turns his head to the side to breathe in his scent straight from his scent gland. Jimin doesn’t push him off but he keeps growling, low rumble in his chest as Jeongguk noses along his neck.

There definitely is something different. There’s something.. just incredibly addicting about Jimin’s scent. It’s heady, thick, richer than before and Jeongguk takes his time to breathe it in, loves how it lingers so long. There’s a dangerous edge to it too, sharp and fuck- it’s making his head spin.

“There’s- there’s something wrong I have to-“

Jeongguk presses his nose against Jimin’s neck, skin to skin contact. It makes Jimin’s scent spike, and sends a rush of arousal down Jeongguk’s spine. He rubs his nose over the gland, mouth watering a little. He’s about to lick over Jimin’s neck when he gets pushed back a second time.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Jimin asks, visibly flushed.

Jeongguk doesn’t want to acknowledge that Jimin’s scent is turning him on so he just clears his throat.

“I told you I’m just inspecting you, no need to get so pissed.”

“Of course I’m pissed, I can smell you on me! You were one second away from licking my scent gland.”

Jimin rubs over his neck, trying to get rid of the tiniest trace of Jeongguk’s scent.

“You’re delusional. Your scent is off, something is wrong, I’m just trying to get to the bottom of-“

“What’s wrong with it Jeon?”

“Thats what I’m trying to find out.” He raises his voice. “It’s thick and heavy and it’s messing me up.”

Jimin blinks at him, looks at him like he’s fucking stupid.

“You mean my preheat? You don’t fucking know that’s what preheat smells like? What, have you never fucked an omega before?”

Jeongguk takes a step back, blood rushing up to his face.

How could he be that fucking stupid.

Jimin’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh my god. You’ve actually never fucked an omega before.”

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